#got this would confused so many people who don't know thi

[dafukdidiwatch]

#dafukblog #GunCort #gkcchp75 #gkc38 #I'm just funny #gunnerkrigg court #got this would confused so many people who don't know thi

[fizzy-fuzz]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open? I apologize if this request is a bit too uncomfortable for you.

I would like to request some preferably headcanons of SCP-073 and SCP-076-2 when they find out they have feelings for a (preferably male please, there's too many females out there already ;-;, no offense for the women out there) Researcher? Like how do they deal with it, how long it takes for them to confess, etc?

I am desperate for some SCP-073 x Male!Reader, and SCP-076-2 x Male!Reader cause there's too many Female/Gender-Neutral (but still has female traits for some reason) reader ;-;

AN: Hello! Sorry this took awhile... I honestly kept rewriting this because I wasn't sure how to make this feel like it was written for a man, and not just something vague for everyone.

I added a few headcanons for how they'd treat a male lover over a female, So i hope this is okay for you.

if not I'd love to hear some tips on how to make it better, if you're willing to give feedback <3 (just message me, or send in another ask. I can't reply to comments since this isn't my main account)

SCP-073 (Cain)

⁠You both probably ment pretty casually. Maybe during lunch or just passing by in the hallways.

Cain didn't think much of you at first honestly.

Until he was passing by your office and heard you arguing with another researcher about the ethics of using him as an live information vault.

He stopped for a moment and lingered outside of your office, listening to you rant about how it wasn't fair to him.

He was honestly shocked, in a good way.

Cain was used to people being... Decent to him, sure.

But to have someone so passionately argue his happiness?

Unheard of.

Cain is quick to fall for you after that, and boy does he fall hard.

he deals with these new feelings by following his heart blindly.

Often hanging around you and lending hands wherever he can.

When he works up the courage his confession is sickly sweet, filled with stutters and nervous chuckles.

I also feel like he's the type of guy to write a confession poem.

He's just whipped like that.

If you accept, (which honestly, who would reject him?) He'll be overjoyed!

Man or not, Cain takes the lead in the relationship for the most part.

Throwing an arm around your shoulders, holding doors for you, giving you flowers (plastic, of course)

though, I do think he treats a male lover slightly different then a female.

He's slightly less watchful over you, less protective in general.

It's not that he cares less, just that he's less worried about you.

Also, for some reason I feel like he'd play wrestle with a male lover a lot.

Expect to be put in a gentle/playful headlock.

At the end of the day, Cain is still the sweet golden retriever boy he is.

That definitely doesn't change at all.

SCP-076-2 (Able)

He ment you during one of his rampages, when you got separated from the task force that was escorting you to safety.

Left alone with nothing but a small pistol to defend yourself with.

He quickly gained a large portion of respect for you when you held your ground against him despite being just a researcher.

Not once did you look cowardly or frightened, clutching your guns with a rather good poster and stance, despite your minimal combat training.

Truly a respectable sight to behold.

And Able knows a warrior when he sees one.

In fact, you were so ferocious that he paused his pursuit for just a moment to study you.

A moment long enough for you to shove your gun to his chin and blow his brains out.

I would say that's when the first few sparks flew for him.

After that, every other rampage was spent looking for you, and ending with you putting a bullet through his head.

I don't think he's all that in tune with his feelings, so he definitely doesn't get that what he's feeling is attraction, and not just respect/interest

He's got a thick skull, it takes him awhile...

But when he does realize. he's confused, and a little unsure of himself.

He's really never felt this way about a man before.

He's never felt this way about anyone before.

He's felt pretty much nothing but anger and desire for vengeance for such a long time, that this new feeling is as overwhelming as it is relieving.

I imagine he holes himself up within SCP-076-1 for a few days he learns to deal with these new feelings.

Of course you're the one sent in to confront him about his sudden strange behavior.

Since he's somewhat more docile around you.

This is when he takes his opportunity to confess to you.

Don't expect anything heartfelt or romantic, it's more of a spur-of-the-moment decision then anything.

And don't expect any hints beforehand.

He doesn't get a whole lot of privacy, so he thought it'd be a good spot to do so.

You'd probably be pretty confused i'd imagine, considering you thought he had some sort of bloodlust for you.

Turns out it was a different kind of lust

but we're gonna assume you don't reject his sudden confession, and choose to start a relationship with him.

Contrary to Cain, you're going to have to take the lead with this relationship.

I just can't imagine him being a very confident lover.

Confident in battle yes, but in the art of love? Nah, it's just not happening.

I don't think he'd treat a male lover any differently than a female lover.

I just don't think he's aware of typical relationship "gender norms" like that.

He's just as likely to follow you around frothing at the mouth whenever someone gets to close for his liking as he is a woman.

He's very jealous...

But overall, his dreams for you and him stay the same regardless of gender.

To live somewhere remote where it's just you, him, and his herd of sheep.

#scp x reader #scp 073 x reader #scp 076 x reader #scp 076 #scp 073 #Scp x you #male reader #Scp-073 x reader #Scp-076 x reader

[wifeyifey]

Hi, um, hope I ain't bothering you but... I had a bad morning to say the least. Can you possibly write Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head comforting/hugging reader s/o who's been remembering bad memories about their mentally/emotionally abusive mom? Just... You can ignore this if you don't wanna write it...

You're not bothering me at all. I totally get it and I hope you feel better! I too have many mornings like that so just know you aren't alone my friend. I may have self-projected some of my mommy issues in this tbh. I know that it's hard so just know you have more people who love and care for you <3

Dbd x gn!reader (fem!reader in Herman's, should be gn! the rest of it tho)

Description: dbd killers give comfort to their s/o.

This is angsty but it is also a comfort fic.

Deathslinger:

You sigh as you walk around the sunny realm of your boyfriend. It has been a bad day for you, you would say. You had very little sleep the night before due to, what you like to call, the hauntings. You got up, rubbed your eyes, and headed towards the one place that gives you the most comfort and now here you were.

You went around looking for Caleb, but you sadly couldn’t find him anywhere. At this point you were going to cry. You don’t like it here and you didn’t like your life too much beforehand, but at least you have Caleb. You never talked about your life before the Entity and neither did Caleb. Sometimes you would get something small from him where he would mention his gang. Nothing more than that though. You had a family, but it wasn’t really a family was it? You scoffed at the thought and sat down in the saloon. You leaned over the bar and grabbed a glass and put just a little whiskey in it. You don’t like drinking very much… too used to seeing it take a negative effect on those around you.

You’re getting angsty. Where is Caleb? You feel your eyes burn from the build up of unreleased tears and the feeling of being overwhelmed taking over you. You get up with the glass in your hand and you’re about to throw the drink at the wall before a hand grabs your wrist and turns you around. You look at Caleb and he was already looking at you with softened, but confused eyes. “What’s wrong darlin’?” Caleb asked while grabbing the glass from your hand and setting it down on the nearby table. He wrapped his arms around you as you threw your face into his chest sniffling. 

He has never seen you so upset before and he isn’t completely sure what to do. He just let you cry it out and held you close to him. Pressing a kiss here and there on top of your head and repeating “It’s ok. I’m here. I’m here.” You didn’t realize how comforting hearing him say that to you. You look into his eyes and whisper a small “Forever?” Even though you both know the unpredictability of where you are and how the situation may change one day, he couldn’t help how innocent it sounded coming from you and replied with a small “Always.” as he gives you a small kiss on the lips.

Wraith:

Philip knew there was something off when in the trial you were giving up easily on things. You always were a strong team player and always helped others by healing them once you got them off the hook. Philip hated how he had to hook you in his trials, but he really wanted to end this trial quickly so he can get to you. 

None of the generators were working and every survivor was gone. Except for you. His sweet love. He appeared behind you with his little jingle. He was expecting you to excitedly turn to him. However, that didn’t happen. 

You felt so numb. All the memories of your past coming up and how you just wish some part of your life was normal. Never would you have thought you’d ask for normalcy in your life. But here you are. You heard Philips jingle, but you just couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread in you. So deeply rooted inside of you. Philip could feel the sadness coming off of you in waves. Philip is so used to seeing such happiness from you. He doesn’t know how to change things. He does know, however, to comfort you. 

He sat down on the ground behind you, his legs open and his hands gently reaching out for you. When you felt his hands on your waist, you knew you would be ok as soon as you were wrapped in his arms. He pulled you in between his legs and wrapped himself tighter around you. He felt you melt into his body and made a happy grunt that you were seemingly at peace. You looked up at him and softly said, “You’re the only family I’ll ever need.” You then tucked your head under his chin and felt so much more at peace. Philip just felt all his blood rush to his face and nearly felt the sting of tears in his eyes at the sentiment of that statement.

Oh how he loves you.

Doctor:

“Herman, I don’t see the point in this. You’re not a therapist anymore. Just crazy.” You let out a laugh at the face he gave you as he turned to look at you in his wheely chair. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. For your sake, my flower.” he said monotonously as he gave a tiny harmless zap to your thigh. He chuckled at your little yelp and then he soothed his hand where he shocked you. “I wasn’t asking to be your therapist… I’m telling you, you need to talk to me.”

You sighed as you crossed your arms. You see that he has already taken notes on his observations of you in the past few days. You tried reading them, but his handwriting can be a little difficult to read sometimes. “I just want to know what is making you wither. You haven’t been yourself and I don’t like seeing you so glum. You are more delicate than you want to appear. Buut, you are stronger than you think as well. I’m assuming you’ve been sad because you’ve been thinking of your past life.” You looked at him, a little embarrassed, but not surprised he came to that conclusion.

“Yeah. I just don’t exactly know how to talk about it. I-... I wanted to forget about it. I’ve just been having those dreams… where they’re almost like memories. Just… not… good ones.” You say as you look down at your feet. Twisting the front of your right foot to grind the broken glass on the floor. Herman scooted his chair over to where your legs were placed between his. He looked up at you and gently cupped his hand behind your knee, thumb brushing against your kneecap. He used his other hand to grab your hand and he brought your hand to cup his face. 

“Was it about your mom?” he asked. You looked at him with almost a blank stare. The only reason he was able to ask without you explaining more was because you were his s/o before the Entity brought you both here. You were happy to be back with him, just wish it were under better circumstances here. You guys were engaged back in the day. Your ring is still on your finger. Herman loves you and understands that your mom was always hard for you to talk about. It’s been more of a problem lately because you both found out you were pregnant. Becoming a mom was something you were scared of because you didn’t want to be like your mom. Not like you’d ever let that happen. Nor would Herman for that matter. 

“Herman, do you think I’ll be a good mom?” you ask with tears running down your face. Herman stood up and cupped your face gently and wiped away your tears. “My dear. With the heart and brain you have, you will be the best mom there ever was.” He brushed his nose against your cheek. 

I guess you can’t ignore the doctor. If he says it, it must be true. You smile at him and kiss his cheekbone and instantly remember that you’ll never be your mom. You have the support system you need in Herman.

Pyramid Head:

*pre dbd universe*

Living in Silent Hill was not the life you would’ve imagined for yourself, but with a protector and s/o like Pyramid Head, you’re at least not lonely. 

The way you met this monster of a man was due to his need to kill the worst people and monsters. He heard you. From miles away. He heard the beating of your innocent heart and the terrible one that was attacking you. He knew it was time to take you from this creature. The purity in your heart couldn't be destroyed by something so evil.  

When it happened, you were crying. You were scared you were going to be killed, but all this creature did was reach down and caress your cheek with the back of his hand. 

He picked you up with his empty arm, almost cradling you because of how massive he was. He took you to a safe place. Somewhere far away from the madness. He was your home now. He gave you safety and he was a perfect heater for the cold nights. He grabbed you things that you might need while he was out on his runs. He never let you leave. He knows the the connection your soul has to the one he took you from. Yet, he knew your soul was connecting with his in a very strong bond. 

He came home to you after an uneventful day. He leaned his giant knife against the wall and laid down on the giant nest of a bed you made when he brought you here. You came in with a glass of water and laid down next to him. You rest your head on his chest and cuddle into him. His arm wraps around you tightly and you feel like nothing else matters. You have Pyramid Head to care for you and to keep you safe. His comfort was all you needed when the days were gloomy. He obviously can’t give any verbal comfort, but the physical comfort was all you needed.

I hope you liked this my friend! Lmk what you think!

Requests are open!

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #wraith x reader #Philip Ojomo x reader #the doctor x reader #Herman Carter x reader #pyramid head x reader

[mams-is-my-will-to-live]

Obey me MC timetravels to when Solomon was still ruling King Solomon.

(: AFAB MC although it can be read as Gender neutral for now? I will change this if ever. I have always tried to stick to gender neutral pronouns for MC so If I slip up I'm sorry and kindly tell me. Part 1 probably and will be very short. I just need to gather my thoughts maybe make an outline Uh as much as I would like to make this more inclusive the MC here grew up in a religious household as it is needed for the plot.... so sorry. NB spoiler free yay. Also sorry for the wrong grammar and the typos. I did this on my phone :)

Time travel is not something new to MC. In fact they have already done so multiples times. This however comes as a surprise as instead of anywhere in the devildom. They seem to be in an unfamiliar land instead. somewhere ancient. MC couldn't explain it however the description seems to fit.

Determined to at least find a general location of where they were. Walking along the road near the river which should lead to somewhere with people right? At the very least they hope it will. It wasn't long before they were stopped by a kind lady who looks concerned about MC's modern clothing.

"Oh poor dear! Have you been attacked by bandits on the way here?" MC looks confused but before they were able to refute the old lady's claims they were drag to the home of the lady. "No need to worry I will help you" The old lady assured them before they are able to speak a word. Privately however they thank whatever has put them there that they can understand the language that the lady speaks. Must be some kind of magic or atleast a way to appease them on whatever this is and why does this always happen to them anyways... Waking up in unfamiliar places.

MC was made to sit down as the old lady went to another room. This time carrying a bunch of clothing that MC only has ever seen worn during things such as historical plays or those Movies about the stories from the bible that plays every month of March back where they grew up. As popularized by the holy week. Not wanting to offend the kindness of the stranger they gratefully accepted the clothing. As they were ushered to an empty room to change into the clothes. They suppose it was a good thing so that they can blend in even better while thinking of a way to get back to their timeline. Now to know where in the past they are.

"Um.. Thank you for your kindness..." MC spoke meekly to the older woman in front of them. The older woman just smiled at them.

"You look very out of sorts poor dear. A long way from home I presume?" She asked MC kindly as she folded the clothes MC was wearing earlier.

"Ah you don't need to do that..." MC flushed. This lady remind her of her grandmother.

"It's fine I assure you. So what led you here to Jerusalem?" MC hoped to have kept their facial expressions clear from their shock. Alright that is one problem solved. They are in Jerusalem. But *WHEN* in Jerusalem. Will they be seeing Jesus or something? Does Jesus even exist? MC lowkey wanted to ask the brothers or even Solomon but considering the circumstances they privately kept it to themself.

"Uh... I was actually hoping to visit the temple for... uh worship..." that's a safe answer right? There shpuld be many temples for God here since it's the holy land right? Damn if MC knew thsi would happen they should've paid more attention to theology classes back in their school days. Thankfully it seems that MC has hit the nail on its head somewhat as the woman nodded her head.

"How unfortunate that you arrived here during the Sabbath." Sabbath MC knows that day of rest. Yeah ok they got this. Totally not internally panicking. God they feel like Levi.

"Uh.. yeah how unfortunate..." they trailed off.

"You came at a great time however since the temple that King Solomon has been building has been finished." King Solomon...

Well shit. Well at least now they know for sure when they are in the last but at the same time. Why does this always happen to them really...

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #omswd #om! swd #om! solomon #obey me solomon #obey me fic #wrote this instead of sleeping #om solomon #obey me solomon x mc #gn!mc #for now atleast?? #uh reblog pls #rebagels for beel #it's ok to reblog #i swear #more people who see this more fun #obey me nightbringer #I mean it still counts #sue me loll #added some stuff. #Tbh need atleast 5 reblogs pls I alrdy have the second part. #Like I want to see if people are actually interested or not....

[stennyr]

A SHINY NIGHT

Vi x gn!reader

Fluff

Prompt: Vi asked you out on.. a date?

This is my first ever fic, so I hope I got the hang of what is hobby is about. English is not my first language, so sorry for possible mistakes and don't be too harsh on me. 🥺 I hope you who decided to read it will enjoy it! 😊

Shoutout to @laylaswriting who got me to start reading fics. From that eventually this was born.

You were walking in the loud streets of the city towards the outskirts. It was Progression Day, lights were dancing in the sky and you heard music from nearly every direction. Although you lived your whole life in Piltover, you never really liked the holiday. Praising the foundation and the glory of the ever progressing city always felt distant and - since you get to know people from the Undercity – hypocritical to you. You usually prefered staying home.

But this year it was different.

You had a date. Or you thought so at least. You could never be sure of anything when Vi was around. Of course, when she invited you to hang out with her you didn’t hesitate to accept – she was her friend for a long time. But deep in your heart you wanted her to be so much more. You never really told her though, your fear of rejection never let you. It was better to be around her as a friend than to lose her forever.

But this night it was going to change in a way you’d never have suspected.

You were approaching the edge of the city, deep in your thoughts, when suddenly you heard a loud noise. You didn’t realise up until that moment, that you’ve wandered to a bad part of the city. The music from the inner districts wasn’t in range anymore, you walked in quiet streets. The occasional chilly evening wind gave you goosebumps as you quickened your pace. You were nervous. You knew that you’d have to come here – Vi liked this place a lot – but you got the creeps nevertheless. You looked behind your back to make sure nobody was following you.

-„Hi, your late.” – a voice called out in front of you out of nowhere. You jumped back as a scream left your mouth.

-„Oh my god Vi, you scared the shit out of me!” – you yelled, but she just laughed at you with a smirk.

-„C’mon now, I was right in front of you, not my fault you weren’t looking! Get over it and hurry up, we’re gonna miss it! – she grabbed your hand and started dragging you while running.

-„Miss what? Are you taking me to a job or something? What’s going on?” – you asked, very confused. Vi looked back at you and you praised that it was dark in the alley so she couldn’t see you blushing.

-„What? Why would you thi... Nevermind, we ain’t got time to explain, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise either. – that was all she said and you figured there was no point in asking anymore. In your head, however, you couldn’t stop thinking about one word she said. „Surprise”??

 You curiously ran alongside her to the unknown destination. You were running for like 20 minutes, past the boundaries of the city, without a word. Then finally she settled under a big old oaktree in a field.

-„We made it” – she said, breathing heavily. You were a bit behind and collapsed next to her catching your breath. You wanted to say something about her being insane for running this much but you couldn’t form words yet. She chuckled when you tried.

-„Don’t be mad dude, it was fun. You could use some exercise anyway.”

-„I..I hope there’s a reason for it” – you finally said.

-„There is sweety, don’t worry. We had to get away from the city lights. Now look up it’s about to start.” – did she just say sweety? What’s going on? You asked yourself.

 You looked up, but didnt’t see anything apart from the night sky. It was very clear, not a single cloud in sight, the stars shone very brightly and there were many more of them than there should’ve been this close to the city. It was beautiful. You loved looking at the night sky and wondering about things, but you thought it would be something more based on how excited Vi was. You turned to her to mention it, then from the corner of your eyes you saw the first one.

It was a bright white line shooting through the sky. And another. And another. And soon hundreds followed as the meteor shower got more intense. But it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor shower. You had no idea why and how, but the shooting stars weren’t only white, but they started lighting up in every colour. You saw a vibrant green, then a darker purple, a cyan, then a bright pink one. You were captivated by the view, absolutely taken aback by the experience. You almost forgot to breathe. It

  was the most magical experience of your life. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Or well, the second most.

Suddenly, you felt a touch on your chest as Vi hugged you from behind and leaned close to your ears.

-„I told you it would be worth it, didn’t I?” she whispered in your ears. You couldn’t say a word. You looked at the pink shooting star vanishing in the sky, it was just like her hair. You felt your heart beating and you swore it was the loudest sound in the world. Your skin was burning despite the cold air around you. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

You slowly turned around, while carefully not breaking the hug, and looked into Vi’s eyes. Those gorgeous exotic pink eyes were shining brighter than any shooting star or firework that night.

-„Vi... I wann..” – she went for it before you could finish your sentence. Your lips connected as she kissed you hungrily and you felt your stomach explode. It was so needy, you realised at that moment what you felt was not one-sided at all. You realised how long she must’ve waited for this to happen. You didn’t wait anymore and returned the kiss as passionately as you could. You leaned in a bit more, hugged her tightly and took the lead. There, sitting under that beautiful sky, kissing the woman you desired for so long, it was the best night of your life.

You broke the kiss after minutes or so, leaned back a bit and looked into her eyes again.

-„I love you”- you whispered and you swore you saw a tear in her eyes. –„I know, you silly. I’ve known it for the longest time. Figured this would be a fitting moment to make you reveal it tho” - she chuckled – I love you too.” – she leaned back for another kiss.

You kissed her slowly this time. She went in so passionately before that you knew she wanted you badly, and you were ready to use that knowledge a little. You slowly moved your lips towards hers, feeling her breath, taking it in, then pressing it to hers slightly, then bit her lower lip before pulling away. A needy moan left her mouth, while she waited your next move eyes closed.

#vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #gn!reader #x reader #fanfic #arcane

[ellsieee]

Thai QL Favorites!

Tagged by: @benkaaoi (I miss our watch parties bb! 😢)

Credits to: @thatgirl4815 for the Thai BL Favorites Tag Game!

Favorite QL: 

My Tee. It's hard to quantify what exactly equals favorite, so I'm going with the Thai ql series I've rewatched the most. My Tee is my comfort series. It has its issues, but it's not boring or as confusing as the people on mdl would have you believe. I enjoyed the low key, humorous, slice of life, coming of age story. The ending admittedly leaves much to be desired, but the Mork/Tee parts of Our Skyy make up for it.

Favorite Pairing: 

As in acting pair or CP from a series? For established acting pair it's a toss up between EarthMix and KhaotungFirst. Both acting pairs seem to genuinely be good friends which is probably why they have great chemistry. I might have to give the edge to KT and First because I think they're both better actors individually. For a couple from a series it's gotta be Fighter/Tutor. Why R U was one of my early forays into "spicy" Thai bl so Fighter and Tutor have a special place in my heart. Many spicy Thai bls later, I still think their UST/physical chemistry is one of the best. Honorable mention goes to my favorite fluff couple RamKing who was just barely edged out by Tutor's obsession with Fighter's adam's apple.

Most underrated actor: 

I don't follow Thai ql closely enough to know who is underrated or overrated. I'm just going to say Drake Laedeke because I wish GMMTV would stop doing him dirty and give him some lead roles. He was decent in My Tee and has been great in his supporting roles, so I think it's about time he got another shot at ml.

Favorite Character:

This one is really hard. I'm going to cheat and say it's a tie between Noey from I Will Knock You and King from My Engineer. Does King count as a main character? I adore Noey for his quirkiness, loyalty, and (over) confidence. The way he bossed Thi into falling in love with him. 😅 I love King's curiosity, persistence and patience with Ram. I also find his spacey, plant loving, dog fearing self very cute.

Favorite Side Character:

My poor long suffering Gap from Triage. 💙 I loved his friendship with Tin and with the rest of the hospital staff and while I am still salty about being robbed of seeing SingGap become bfs, I still love my sweet, exasperated Gap.

Favorite Scene in a BL:

This scene healed my soul. I Told Sunset About You was such a heavy series that I needed this scene so much. It felt like all was right with the world and I believed in true love again.

Favorite Line in a BL:

My mind is totally blank and I cannot think of any profound lines. Instead, the only thing that comes to mind is Praram's "Brother that isn't a brother. Just like how daddy doesn't really mean father" from This Is Love Story. 😅

Most Anticipated BL (and why): 

I waited too long to do this, all of my anticipated bls came out already (Laws of Attraction & I Feel You Linger In the Air). I guess now I'll pick Sunset Vibes because I am ready to watch MosBank play assholes that deserve only each other again. I am anticipating a most wonderful trash watch. 🧡

Healthiest Relationship in BL:

Saen and Aii from You're My Sky. Saen took it slow with Aii and respected his boundaries. They talked about their problems and tried to meet each other halfway. And they were just all kinds of adorable.

Most Toxic Relationship in BL:

Pok and Tong from Gen Y/Gen Y 2. Threats? ✅ SA? ✅ Manipulation? ✅ I remember thinking damn these bitches are so toxic when I was watching Gen Y, but I was also a bit mesmerized by their toxicity. 😅

Guilty Pleasure Series: 

Guilty pleasure implies that the series needs to be bad, but what's bad? One's trash is another's treasure. A lot of people rag on My Tee, but I like it, so does that make it a guilty pleasure? It doesn't feel like it. I guess I will go with Big Dragon. I can understand why people think it's awful, but I loved it.

Most Underrated Series: 

I really want to pick You're My Sky because it was a pretty well done uni/sports bl that got very little attention, but I'm picking He's Coming To Me because it's a very good series that doesn't get enough love. The ghost story part of it was both touching and funny and the investigation/non-bl plot was interesting. Ohm's acting was great too.

If this wasn't restricted to Thai QL, this would have been a lot harder and a lot of my answers would be different I think. I never know who to tag for these things. If you see this, consider yourself tagged. Edit: I tag YOU @victooooorious

#tag game #my tee the series #you're my sky #he's coming to me #triage the series #big dragon the series #en of love

[foxgirlintestines]

(Abuse mention tw)

hi, thank you so much for taking your time to answer my question, i appreciate a lot. So, i asked because i got abused by this person that i mentioned (they have a history of other 2 sexual abuses), they behave like sex is the main reason for their life and do everything possible to manipulate people around them to have sex with them (i talked to other people that they go out and we discovered that he lies his entire personality diferently to every one of them to be more appealing and to have sex with them, if people don't want to have sex by like the 3rd date maximum, he stops going out). I tought that they could be lying about being trans, even publicaly because they arent attractive as a male and they are kind of an asshole (they assumidly says they have bad intentions on their behaviours), so if sex is everything that matters to them i tought it would be possible for them to take all this effort and risk by becoming trans. I tought that people wouldn't accept much they behavior if they were a cis man. Lgbt alt people are usually more inclusive, and accept people too. They said stuff like that they are cis during the day (what i tought that could mean they just "perform" femininty at night, to hook up), but they take hormones and are openly trans at work so idk what to think... They said they "love his penis so much", is this idea commom to a trans woman? Asking because i really don't know, im agender and i have body disphoria so i tought it was a bit confusing for me to hear that. I know it is really bad to sound like invalidating someone's sexuality and i've never would. Since a lot happened i was intrigued by this especific person and not trans women in general.

This person sounds like they are indeed a trans woman but they have a lot of things going on in their life that negatively affect them, and they might be using sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism. I am not saying lots of sex, being kink/sex positive, and seeking it is bad, but if they are valuing it that highly to the point it is disrupting the possibility of building healthy relationships, that's the point it is going too far. She seems like she may be having it rough somewhere, and it may indeed be due to her dysphoria because as you said she is not attractive. The thing about the penis differs from person to person, there are a lot of trans girls here on Tumblr who are very happy with their cock; even in my case I decided not to get bottom surgery, though in a perfect world I would be able to have both genitalia, but also many people do get gender reassignment surgery for a reason. "Being cis during the day" might be because they do not pass well and so instead of being seen as a failed trans woman (which is something they internalized) they can just be seen as a man which would hurt less and also save them from possible prejudice. It's also possible that they are genderfluid and like to feel masculine at times and feminine at others, or any other reason which is their choice and you should honor that.

However, and this is a big thing that abuse survivors need to understand, no matter how many problems someone has in their life they are not entitled to take it out on others. They can have the shittiest life possible, but they have no right to cause you or others pain for it, and you are under no obligation to endure them. If they're lashing out and abusing others you need to stand firm and show them that behavior is unacceptable and if they continue to act that way you will excise them from your life. If they are likely to confront you with violence, get a group to back you up, and carry a self-defense item like pepper spray or a taser. Abusers try to separate you from friend groups because it is really hard for them to do anything if you have the power to fight back and support to make sure you are safe.

While I like to encourage and support other trans people, there are harmful people in any group, even amongst vulnerable minorities. This person sounds like one of them. You should not disrespect her for being trans, because if she is on HRT and making all the effort to transition, she is definitely not faking it. Use her preferred pronouns, abide by the boundaries she needs with being cis during the day. However, take no shit for her sake, if she wants you in her life she has to treat you in a way that she is welcome near you. Do not go out of your way to accommodate her if it makes you uncomfortable or unsafe, pushing boundaries like that is a way abusers get the hooks in and make you concede your own needs so they have power in the relationship. She needs therapy, she needs healthy coping mechanisms, she does not need you as a punching bag or as a stress toy to manipulate to make herself feel better. Above all, do not let her apologize and absolve herself of her past wrongs without putting in the effort to show that she will treat you better. Respect her gender, but only respect her as a person and her actions when she deserves it. Finally, if you cannot forgive her actions, turn away and never look back. Even if she changes, if those old wounds are still too much then you do not deserve to have them exposed to the one who gave them to you regardless of any reason.

Now anon, I hope you and anyone else who has had similar experiences have learned some things from this one-sided chat, and that you will both not question a person's gender regardless of their behavior, but also that you will keep better company in the future and that even if they are some sort of minority their actions are a reflection of them as a person and not of their minority group.

[akane171]

..Yeaaah... Best just skip past the romantic dialogue and watch the fights and Obi-Wan&Anakin's banter?😂🙈

I'm not judging, you are😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️

No supposedly🤷🏻‍♀️😅

Ohhh, GIFs?😂😂 Ohh, you know what's the best thing about Wandavision? The Song "Agatha All Along"😍😍

Nope, no ghost-kangaroos anywhere😌 And nooo, that Mon-El is busy being with HIS Kara and I didn't murder him anyway😏 And anyway, what was that about not being able to judge unwritten ideas?🤨 

...That's a very funny thing to imagine😂😂 

The lemon thing is weird...And WHY would anyone name that ship that, too? I was so confused I saw that in the taggs the first time and realized they meant Lena and Mon😅🙈

Honestly, by the end all characters were either dead or out of their mind😅🙈 And ohhhhhhh, do you mean "Survivor" and its first part by PencilPuppy? Cause if you mean that one, then HECK YEAH, IT'S SO FREAKING AWE AND SOME😍😍 (Fun fact: There's been a tab open on my phone for a few months now with that fic cause I over-binged the first part and by the time I was at the 5th chapter of "Survivor" my brain needed a break, but yesterday evening I finally got back to reading it😂😍🙈 I'm at Chapter 9 now😁)

Yeah, sorry?😅🙈🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait, you mean the curtain in that shower scene or what do you mean? (Btw, have you seen the vid of Katie's actress talking about that scene and how the shower curtains kept being not see-through enough?😂)

Ahh, yess, he got Mel from that so😍😁☺ But uff, yes, poor Chris, I didn't even realize how much hate he got for just existing... Poor guy, that's not cool, esp. with all the other stuff he already has (had) going on regarding his mental health🙈🙈😭😭🙈🙈

Ohhh, more christian symbolism and reference than "Illuminati"?🤔 

OH HECK YEAH😍😍 I'M SO HYPED FOR HIS ARRIVAL!😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻😍💃🏻 (To be fair tho, I'm ALWAYS ready to jump, screech and party if LW updates so that might not be the best reference point😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️)

Haha, that's actually kinda sweet tho😁😂

Yes, yes, you too!😍☺💃🏻

xxx

tbh, the whoel movie could be about them bantering and fightng with bad guys/robots. I mean, come on, their relationship aka a dude who didn't really know how to show emotions because he was raised this way and thought they were wrong, but still cared deeply about the other and a dude who's never really learnt how to not have them and being baiscally boiling inside but treating the other as his father, and the whole relationship based on it - pure complexed shit i lust for. But, better approached in the tv shows and books than in the movies.

Bullshit. Check the other messages. You are moaning even more than me.

Have heard. lol Have also heard they are doing a spin off about her.

Ghosts are invisible but they are there.

Mhm, while having a PTSD in afterlife because of how YOU have treated him.

Don't remember but for sure it is your fault.

I mean, LeMon makes sense, I guess? What doesn;t change the fact I cringe everytime i see a real lemon. Also, who would want to curse poor Mon Mon with shipping him with that bitch.

YES, that fic and it for sure needs more lovve so GO AND READ AND SEND COMMENTS TO THE AUTHOR RIGHT NOW!!! And it's not updated as fast at it ws before and it's depressing ;______;

No, you are not.

i mean, the curtain in the story, not the curtain when they were filming, becasue for sure that was clean. But the curtain from the story? A shower in a fucking hospital???? For sure it was not cleaned for weeks? And how many people were using it? EWWWW?

So what? They caouldn't have aimed good enough and were kissing weird places? lol?

Yeah, sometimes I feell the only REALLY good thing SG did was making them meeting. Aside of probably saving Mel's life, when they moved to Van and You Know Who was left behind ==;

As for the haters.... there is a special fucking place in hell for them. i get hating character, but i don;t gettheir obsession with hating on the actor who did his job and how they treat a man they don;t even know, because this is a higher level of being obsessed/totally screwed up in the heads. Ugh, anyway.

Not sure what "illuminati" is? A book or a movie? (aside of the secret society, of course) I mean, the book is not flooding the reader with the christian symbolism but there are a lot (i mean, one of the characters is bascially the devil and there is the god's side etc). Still good even if you are not into stuff like that.

lol, just don't hurt yourself while jumping xD

If you say so =='

Have a ncie day! :D

#anons #ReFail

[henry-espionage]

hi omg!!!! i loved your post with suga & suna comforting a trans reader– can i ask for the same prompt w/ kita? if you could indulge me, maybe it's because the reader is short and only passes when they're seen as a child rather than their actual age?

i would love to do this!! we love kita on this blog!! sorry this took so long to get to <3

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Kita helping you through crippling dysphoria (reader is ftm)

Your height had always been more of a hindrance than a blessing: you were either seen as a young boy who'd yet to see puberty or a little lady who received many unwanted advances.

You saw the way most people patronised you for your short stature, the way they'd call you "cute" and "sweet" as if you were a four year old who didn't understand how the world worked yet.

You were at some committee meeting listening to the vice-president drone on about God knows what until you, the head of the committee, took over the speaking.

Half of the group talked over you, coming up with their own ideas whilst the other half shushed them, talking about you as if you were some scared pre-teen who was presenting to some 'big scary elders'.

When you tried to take over the discipline, your vice-president told you, in her most condescending voice, that they were helping you and that maybe she should take over.

You couldn't even fathom what she was saying, choosing instead to storm out of there to the gym where your boyfriend was wrapping up volleyball practise.

You'd been lucky in the respect that the rest of the team had filtered out; it was just Shinsuke sweeping the floor of the gym. He was so concentrated on his work, taking care over each speck of dust that donned the surface.

"Shin, what would you do if people were talking over me?" At that, your boyfriend lifted his head and tilted it in confusion. He carefully set the broom to the side of the gym. "You would trust me to call the shots, right? Unless I asked for it, you wouldn't just swoop in and treat me like an eight year old?" Frustrated tears pricked at your eyes, your fists curling into tight balls of anger.

"Of course I'd let you deal with that on your own. You know what to do," he stepped towards you and gently blotted your tears from your lower lash line, "where is all this coming from, dear?"

A growl of anger quickly devolved into a hiccup of tired annoyance as you held onto Shinsuke tightly, surely bruising his sides with your vice-like grip. His arms gently made their way around your waist, rubbing calming circles on your lower back.

"Stupid committee... they keep treating me like a kid." You laughed without any sense of humour, the tears finally falling down. "They think that, because I'm the same size as a ten year old boy, I am a ten year old boy! They kept talking over me and then the vice-president told me that she should take over because I was finding it difficult! I'm the damn president of this committee! And they treat my like I don't know any better!" Your shouts bounced off the walls of the gym as Shinsuke sat the two of you down on the newly-swept floor.

His fingers worked into your tense muscles, making sure to not go too hard and accidentally hurt you with the force of his calloused fingers.

"And then you've got people that still see me as a girl - at least half of the boys here have made a pass at me because they still think I'm a girl." You took in a deep breath. "And my height is always the thing they pick out! Why is my shortness sexy? I hate this, Shin. I hate it!" Your voice croaked and effectively gave out, leaving you to lean into your boyfriend.

"Y/N, regardless of your height, you are so smart and the furthest thing from naïve I have ever seen. My grandma always comments on how well-thought out and incredible you are. You're far from the kid that everyone seems to, rather stupidly, perceive you as. And as for those that try to reduce you down to your small stature and misgender you, they clearly have no purpose in this world."

His hand made its way up into your hair, massaging soothing circles into your scalp.

"My point is, Y/N, you are far more than your height and one of the best men I've ever met."

#trans man reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x trans reader #hurt/comfort #tw transphobia #tw infantilization #kita x reader #kita comfort

[shlutnutt]

𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 5.

this is my first ever smut and probably any writing in general so dont expect it to be the best loll.. hope you enjoy though :) !!!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!! : 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

ight so boom.

Mr. March continued staring at your pretty face, analyzing and tracing every single one of your soft unique features with his gaze, completely mesmerized and in hunger. You weren't in the mood due to some hotel customers ding dong ditching every door they'd lay their eyes on causing lots of complains. The feeling of annoynce started to rise within you causing you to attempt to snap him out of his dreamy fantasy. His room dark and quiet, the chat you were both having, was soon ready to turn into an avalanche.

"What the fuck, James. Stop staring at me." you snapped raising your voice slightly with confidence. His mesmerized stare quickly transformed into a deep frown, feeling absolutely disrespected. His goal was to intimidate you, to make you beg for forgiveness as he got up from his creaky antique sofa heading behind his work desk carefully leaning down opening one of the bottom drawers. Fully invested you follow his every move, eager to find out what's in his creative murder mind this time.

"Listen to me Y/N... Didn't we talk about disrespecting daddy? I thought we did. Didn't we?" James questions in pure elegance and lust, jingling the heavy handcuffs he had in hand. Your breath got caught in your throat, immediately regretting your previous outrageous comment, predicting what were to happen next giving the best to your ability to not make a single comment, facial expression, or nervious body language to prevent giving him any sort of satisfaction. Making James upset was one of your many favorite hobbies, knowing the effect it has on him and will most definitely have on you also, its like going on a never ending roller coaster, only that this roller coaster is full of teasing and is absolutely stunning. Silence filling the room with an unbreakable stare you both hold, you slowly press your legs together feeling your innocence get wetter by the minute. "Get up" demands James, scanning your every move as you get up from your seat and slowly walk towards him nervousness filling every single flesh in your body. "Yes, daddy?" You automatically innocently question, remembering how much he loved that word slip out of your lips.

The two of you now inches away from eachother, a small seductive smirk appearing on his delicate pink lips. Leaning down to your ear James sassed "You think you can go 5 rounds today, my dereast?" Unsure you responded to his rhetorical question "Of course I can why would you thi-" James smashes his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless. Carefully and discretely putting your hands behind your back as he handcuffs you. He chokes you, hard. Making sure he leaves marks for days, you squeeked in shock realizing that your hands had been handcuffed and your under James' harsh chokehold. March breaks the kiss only to pull your chin down slightly opening your mouth spitting on your tongue and going back to kiss you, tasting him in your mouth, your lips feel painfully numb from the harsh kisses you two shared, shifting slightly from his lips you feel a harsh stinging from James' harsh touch against your cheek, you groan in pleasure loving how aggressive he's gotten with you.

"Get on your knees, my pretty little slut" Still handcuffed you drop down to your knees almost immediately, soaking wet and ready for whats to come next.

"Listen to me, beautiful. You are not to make a single sound. Okay? If you do, I'll make sure I bring everyone from this entire hotel into this room and let them watch how I fuck you." You look up at him totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty ignoring his comment for a second, you pause a little just to admire the man who's soul you were about to suck. You open your mouth signaling James that you were ready for his hard member. He begins grinding his hips lightly against your tongue, you grew in desperate need as his clothed member brushed up and down your tongue. You've been doing a great job following James' intructions until a delightful deep groan slipped out of James, making you want to orgasm in that instant. He was aware of the effect that had on you so he proceeded his deep groans and began taking off his buttoned up shirt, revealing his sweaty toned chest and abs. You were driving crazy and attempted to unzip his pants with your teeth in which you failed miserably, "So needy.. hm?" James exhales, his cock still rubbing on your face completing your attempt for you allowing his member to spring up lightly tapping his stomach and back down to your forehead . You didnt think twice before slipping his tip into your mouth, teasing him lightly as a result from him teasing you beforehand.

"Oh fuck, Y/N.. You're doing so good." James praises. You now sucking him fully and uncontrollably, his deep lustfilled moans traveling through the dullness of his room. You groan slightly to his moans completely forgetting about his previous warnings, you feel him pull out of you and harshly pulling you up by your throat. Without a word leaving his lips he harshly throws you onto the bed and uncuffs you, searching for another pair of handcuffs as he aggressively handcuffs you again onto the antique bed frame this time that sat behind his bed. A smirk not leaving your lips as you teasingly exclaim "Come on, daddy. Let them watch how you fuck me." James seem to be distracted with something which you paid no mind to but immediately teleports your way and rips all of your clothes apart throwing every item of your clothing to their own direction, leaving you butt naked. Your wetness now leaking onto James' bed who doesn't stop staring at your innocence for a second.

"You're so wet for me already, gorgeous?" James teases as he swipes two fingers through your folds collecting your juices making you clench in pleasure. You watch him as he sucks your juices off of one of his fingers, leading his other one to your mouth allowing you to taste yourself as well. You sucked his finger dry, as he carefully watched you. "Mmm, I would like some more" You hear James groan as he leans down to your leaking innocence and shaky legs, slowly opening your thighs allowing him to have full access to whats been needing him the most. James licked your cunt once causing you to moan pathetically not caring about his previous demands. The pulling on your handcuffs and James' tongue ultimately exploring your sweet insides, driving you closer and closer to your high giving you a huge feeling of ecstasy sending shock waves through your entire body it was unbelievably astonishing.

"Knock, knock! I gathered everyone... Mr. march. We're ready for the meeting.." You hear a familiar feminine voice say in utter confusion as they hear your helpless moans from the other side of the hotel door. Your eyes opening wide in shock, knowing exactly what the psycho eating you out had just done. You feel him get up, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds in pure embarrassment knowing what was to come as you see James unzipping his pants once more, sneaking his hands under your sweaty naked body to flip you over all in one swift motion. You were now faced down on the humid bed, your back arched in natural tradition. You look back to James slapping your ass.. hard. Causing you to close your eyes tight feeling the harsh sting as he kissed it afterwards. You later hear shifting sounds from behind, making you look back once again. You encounter James with a sharp classic knife in hand, pure lust in his eyes as you see his chest moving up and down aggressively. James had a knife play kink. He loved to see your body quiver in fear as he traced the blade down your body lightly cutting you at times, he admired licking your blood clean as you cry under his touch. He's James Patrick March, nothing too surprising coming from him.

"Are you ready for our guests, my pretty little thing?" Another rhetorical question drops from his lips. Your body aching in eagerness for James, you hear footsteps and whispers from behind you. You don't dare look in pure embarrassment. Closing your eyes tightly in discomfort you feel a familiar thick touch against your folds, making you softly whimper in need. James smashed himself into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, rapidly thrusting and groaning against your powerless self, your orgasm soon approaching to the experience you were feeling. The crowd watching, James fucking you nonstop and pressing the blade up and down your back softly while you're handcuffed to the bed frame made the desirable experience surreal, making you cum. Your juices coating James' member as he pulls out to lick you clean and go back in. A few people from the crowd had left in disbelief and shock as a few others stayed to enjoy the show such as Mr. Wu and the pornstars, taking mental notes. James fucked you again and again, making you cum again and again until he was on his last round.

Round number 5.

Your body completely exhausted melting to James' aggressive penetration into your now sensitive warmth, made you beg for him to stop. Causing him to thrust a couple more times, before pulling out and nutting on your back. The warmth of his cum on your back giving you a feeling of relief. "Uncuff m-me.. plea- please.." you suggested barely even being able to speak. "Of course sweetheart, you should've asked before" he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn't going to punish you for if you asked such thing. He uncuffs you, wrists red and nearly bleeding, you collapse onto him and hug him tightly tearing from your exhaustion. James realizes you've begun getting vulnerable under him and asks everyone to leave.

"Bath?" James asked innocently, as if he didnt just made you cum 5 times all in one night.

"Yeah.. bath" you answer. Smile forming on James' soft cheeks, dimples appearing.

"Hey, can we not do that again?" you ask. James looks up from his blade which he had been fidgeting with to your face in confusion. "The everyone watching me thing." you specify. Causing a chuckle to fall from his lips. "You told me to, dear. Remember?" You then laugh, remembering that you in fact did tell him to, pushing him playfully which causes him to look up at you, serious expression on his face. You look at him also, breaking the eye contact quickly realising you've fucked up.

"Round 6?"

"Oh God, no James."

#evan peters #smut #ahs fanfiction #ahs imagine #ahs hotel #ahsfx #american horror story #james patrick march #dirty talk #kinkystuff #kinkyaf #imagine #imagines #fanfic #james march #jpm #jpm x reader #x reader

[welldonekhushi]

To Love An Indian | Tony Stark x Desi!Reader

Summary: The reader is a desi woman who was appointed as an assistant by Tony Stark. How will your relationship with the billionaire genius go?

Warnings: All fluff, used Hindi language! Translations are available.

Word Count: 2,914

The special fact about you was, being an Indian was something common about when you live in a western country.

Mostly migrate to other places for finding a job, same as you. Never believed once in your life, you're going to get a job of an assistant. For a billionaire genius, and a superhero.

Everyone in your family was so happy about it, at least they have expectations that their daughter will finally make her name and earn. Maybe find someone special that you find to be perfect in your life?

Your mom and dad always worked hard for you for a better future and lifestyle. They never been so happier when they found out you were being appointed for a job in America. They felt so successful and proud for making their daughter educated enough to send her further.

Your flight was tomorrow, but the nervousness just kicks inside that how would your interview go. It was actually Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. You can't even mess up with him. But, there was one thing which bugged you about, a tingly feeling.

You remember him since the day when the world was saved from the Chitauri invasion, and everyone was celebrating about the victory of heroes. It filled throughout the Indian media, about the new superheroes, named as the Avengers, who fight the inside and outside evils. The moment Iron Man showed on the screen, you were left surprised. You kept staring at the hero saving others and making sure if they're secure.

Mostly! When he opened his mask, and revealed his face, everyone held such shocked faces, like they never knew Iron Man was basically a human inside controlling the suit.

"Lo, hum joh isse robot samaj rahe the, yeh toh insaan nikala!" Your grandmother exclaimed. (Wow, we thought he was robot, but he turned out to be a human?)

"Chodo na, dadi. Hai toh hero, na?" You replied, turning back to the television. (Leave, grandma. At least he's a hero, right?)

But, you kept looking at his face. The way he spoke, the way he actions, and everything. You were lost into the man, that suddenly you revealed your smile, your sister noticing it.

"Didi, kya hogaya?" Your sister broke your contact, making you jerk in an instant. (What's wrong, sis?)

"O-oh, k-kuch nahi. Bas me usse dekh rahi thi, baat karte hue." You stammered, looking back. (Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at him, talking.)

"Oho, pyaar me toh nahi pad gaye na?" Your sister teased, making you blush. (Oh, are you falling in love, huh?)

"Aree! Pagal toh nahi ho? Of course nahi! Hero hai, respect karti hu." (Hey! Are you crazy? Of course no! He's a hero, and I respect him.)

You did appreciate him, but this kind of respect leading to somewhere else.

It was morning, and the time for your flight. Bidding everyone a heartwarming farewell, hoping to see your family soon again.

"Beta araam se jaana. Maine tere liye bahut saari kheer banayi hai. Kha lena agar bhuk lagi toh, thik hai?" (Dear, go easy while you leave. I made lots of pudding for you, so eat it if you feel hungry, alright?)

"Haa maa, ghabrao nahi. Me araam se jaaungi. Ashirvad do bas." You kneeled down to take blessing from your mom and dad, them giving it back. (Yes, mom don't worry. I'll go easy, just give me your blessing.)

"Khush raho, beti. Kaam karna aur naam roshan karna." Your father removed his spectacles, crying tears for her daughter leaving. (Be happy, my daughter. Work hard and make your name bright.)

You hugged your dad, weeping because he wasn't ready to accept the fact you were now leaving him for a long time. After breaking the hug, you wiped his tears, giving him confidence.

Stepping in the taxi, you bid them goodbye, waving your hand and leaving for the airport.

Your new life now began, the moment you entered America. Landing, you then stayed in the hotel for the night, tired and exhausted. But, along that you wanted to remember your lines, so you quickly revise and go to sleep. In the morning, you hurriedly reach Stark Tower for the interview, since the time was running a bit fast.

Entering in the huge interior, looking at a lot of people working in. It did made your nervousness kick in again, but behaved like a strong woman, just wanting to complete the interview as a badass.

You reached the receptionist. "Excuse me, can you tell me where will Mr. Stark take the interview?"

"Oh, on the 15th floor, meeting rooms."

"Thank you." You smiled, reaching the elevator and waiting for the floor to arrive. Checking your watch, you were two minutes late, but hoping they'll just manage. Entering the room, feeling the slight cold air hitting your skin. It seemed empty, but hoped he was waiting for a while.

"Uhm, Mr. Stark?" You called out.

"Come in, Miss (L/N)." A deep, masculine voice filled through the room, knowing someone was actually in. Stepping inside, and closing the door, you seat yourself, trying to hide away your nervousness. It seemed you were slowly forgetting your lines but, being a strong woman is your passion right? Who even can—

The moment the chair turned around towards your direction, you lost it. It looks like you totally forgot the lines now.

Because Tony Stark just faced in front of you.

Did you just, blush? No, it might be embarassment. But, he too stared at you for a while. It was like an awkward staring contest, but remembering you were here for an interview, you brought yourself back.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark. Sorry for being so late." You wipe off the flick of hair on your face.

"It's okay. At least you were on time." He replied, giving a smile. Damn, it was cute.

"So, Miss (L/N). You're from, India right?" He asked, looking at your documents.

"Y-yes! I'm from India, also fully graduated from college."

"What really made you accept this assistant job?" He started asking questions.

"I just don't want to work for money, but I want to find what better I can do while I'm by myself."

"That's everyone's expectations. We should really try something new, and it's a fact of finding your true self."

"Right." You nodded.

"Alright, I have appointed you, congrats." He closed the document and gave a grin.

You widen your eyes. "What? I-I thought you were going to ask more questions..?"

"I don't ask many of them, I know you're capable for everything so, no need." He shrugged.

"W-wow.. I mean, it's way different back there.. haha. What a prick I am." You chuckled.

"You shouldn't actually be uncomfortable or nervous around me, okay? I'll always be available for your problems." He stood up from his chair, and you also too. Offering his hand for a handshake, and you happily accept it.

"Congratulations for the job, Miss (L/N)."

"Aapka bahut, bahut dhanyawad." You accidentally speak in your language, making you cover your mouth in surprise. (Thank you very much.)

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, not sure what you really meant. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head, smirking.

"I-I meant, thank you for accepting me as your assistant, Mr. Stark.. I'm sorry about that." You replied, trying not to fluster from embarassment. But, it didn't seem to make him feel weird, he was like.. more interested?

"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, but your language is just beautiful. Just tell me whenever you're about to speak Hindi, JARVIS, my AI will help me translate it." He chuckled, and you laugh back.

"Mr. Stark you're so funny." You shook your head and continued to laugh. He sees you smile, which somehow warmed his heart. You might not notice it, but something was being created in between.

And time actually told that, when you both worked together for a long time.

"Please, call me Tony."

✧

Years while working with Stark, you really enjoyed the job. He was a sweet, generous person who will look after you, hoping nothing worse happens. It kind of made you both like good friends, later on. Everytime you looked at him, some strange feelings always attacked you. You can't even guess what it means, but maybe because you really appreciate him.

One day came, when you even noticed about his weaknesses. It made you worry when he never came upstairs to sleep, so after a lot of convincing, he accepted your plead and slept. Even it became more forward, when Tony faced nightmares, and wanted to sleep with someone by his side.

He had been lonely, and it hurts.

His tired face made you want to rub it gently, and relax him to sleep. But, it looks like, you weren't friends anymore.

The way he became more protective and caring throughout your job in his mansion. Like a boyfriend.

But, the question came, does he even love you back, that you're feeling it all?

In the morning, Tony woke up to see the side of the bed empty. Maybe you were up early and started working. He got up and rubbed his hair, went downstairs to get some coffee. While drinking, he suddenly heard someone.. singing?

It didn't seem like an English song. It was foreign.

He could even hear the feminine sound softly, coming from the othe room.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

When he slowly entered the room, you were the one singing while cleaning up the documents. Seriously, he never knew you sang so well. It literally made him feel so surprised, by seeing your other talent. He leaned on the door ledge, hearing you sing beautifully without noticing, like he was lost into it.

Everyday, whenever you used to sing this song while working, he secretly saw you and always adored your voice. It just made him fall in love.

On a particular day, he heard you sing the same song again. He stepped in the room, seeing your beautiful face and voice again.

In midway of your song, you turn around and see him on the doorway, and you gasped. "O-oh, Mr. Stark! G-good morning!"

"Good morning." He replied in his groggy, morning voice. "I never knew you sang so well. You never told me you even sing." He chuckled.

"Really..? I uhm, used to sing but, I had different plans.." You rub your hair, looking embarassed.

"But you sing so well.. I'm amazed." He smiled. "Problem is, I didn't understand because, that's a different language. God, I need to take Hindi classes from you, dang. What does it mean?"

You both laughed. "This song.. uhm actually is about, a lover, explaining his.. other lover that, he can't live without her, because they're deeply attached to each other. It's my favorite song, by the way."

"Oh really? You're into romantic songs, it seems." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, finding a seat.

"Yeah but, uhm.. because they show a lot meaning, even after I'm just a single-pringle, haha. Weird isn't it?"

He stared at you for sometime, it wasn't serious, but gentle. "It's not."

You blushed, don't know why but the tone of his voice dragged into it. Both kept staring at each, and had no idea about the surroundings.

You were the one to break through, coming back to reality. "Oh! S-sorry I just got lost.. a while back."

He got up from his chair, and went closer to your direction. Looking at each other's eyes, he found yours the most beautiful. Felt like he can swim in it. Caressing your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb, you started to panic inside, not able to notice what's happening now.

"Y/N.." He said, in a soft voice. "I.. wanted to ask about something."

You gulped, still flustered. "W-what is it?"

He realised something else, and then cleared his throat. ".. can you, teach me Hindi?"

"Huh?" You looked surprised.

"Yeah, I told a very while back, that I will once ask you to teach me Hindi. I'm very interested, can you please?" He flashed a grin. Like, there was no problem for you to teach him your language. It's good to make others know about your culture.

You gave him a nod as a reply, and he became excited. "Thank you, I'll gladly be your student, Miss Y/N."

✧

For weeks, Tony had been taking Hindi classes from you. I swear, it could have been tough for him, but he was just so interested to learn the language. All you know he was just keen so you were teaching him all that. Giving him assignments and worksheets with grammar, you helped him through everything.

"Maine khana khaya.." You said the words, and waited for him to recite back. (I ate my food.)

"Maine khana.. khaya? Did I say it right?" He replied, in a weird way because his American accent was also mixing in between.

"No no, you're going correctly! Now say it again."

"Maine khana khaya." Tony said it properly.

"Good! I'm proud of you. Damn, Tony. You're going good in this language."

"For you, I can do anything, even learning a tough language."

The moment which left you blank again. He still fixed his soft eyes with yours, clearing your throat to break the tension.

"Okay so, do you have any doubts so far?

"Well, uh. I have a doubt, many of them." He rubbed his nose.

"Ask me."

He first rubs his hands nervously, then looks back at you. "How do you say.. love in Hindi?"

"Oh, well.. pyaar." You replied, being straightforward.

"Okay.. now how do we say, you're beautiful in it?"

You felt a tingly feel in your stomach, but still continued. "Tum khoobsurat ho."

He chuckles. "Alright. Now, if I ask my final doubt.. how do I say.. I love you?"

You gasped. Did he really mean it? Clenching your pen, you became nervous.

"Tell me, my love. I want to know about it."

".. me tumse pyaar karta hu."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to hear." He skids closer to you, growing close to your face.

"Mujhe tumse pyaar hai." He said, properly in Hindi. You felt like to explode. Tony Stark.. loves you?

Suddenly, he gets up from the couch, offering his hand. You grab it and get up, till a familiar song plays in the room.

Tony grabbed your waist from one arm and your hand from the other, swifting to the movements as if they're dancing.

He started singing the song, when the verse began.

- play it now! -

"Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji.." He sang the line so perfectly. You were just shocked and surprised. Both were dancing like a couple on stage.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

While he was singing your favorite song, you were about to burst in tears. You never believed it. The billionaire genius, actually loved you this whole time. Happily resting your head on his chest, he continued to dance while holding you close. When the song finished, he still saw the tears in your eyes.

"D-did you wanted to learn Hindi.. b-because of all this?" Your voice cracked.

"Yes, my love. Just for you. I have to tell this but.. I fell in love the moment I saw you for the first time. Your smile, laugh, voice, behavior, eyes.. and your.."

"And your.. what?"

He sighed, and then leaned to close the gap between your lips. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, like he waited for this moment.

He pulled off for air, both of your gazes neutrally looking. "I'm surprised that I fell in love with an Indian, like you. But, you're pretty, no matter what nationality you belong to. You changed my life Y/N. Trust me, the way you took care of, pampered, and worried for me.. I can never forget that. I really love you for that, my love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. d-do you accept me as your boyfriend?"

You started to sob, clenching his shirt tight. Maybe she wasn't happy about it. "L-look, if you don't accept, it's okay.. you deserve. Alot better than—"

"Yes, yes and a million times yes!" You said excitedly, and he sighs in relief. "Did you like.. learn the entire song?"

"Yeah, I even did take help from JARVIS for the translation, also from your teachings, never forgetting that." He winked.

"Oh god.." You laughed.

"But come on, you didn't like it? Tell me!"

"I did, Tony. And I want to thank you for it, a lot."

He gently wipes off your tears, and kisses your forehead. "Now, do you want to celebrate for our engagement?"

"Like where, Mr. Stark?" You said, flirtatiously.

He darkens his eyes, and picks you in the bridal style. "Right in our shared bedroom, sweetheart." He takes you in the room while giggling, shutting the door from inside.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark x desi!reader #desi reader #tony stark fanfiction #marvel #marvel india #marvel x reader #avengers x reader

[sokkadora]

tattooed heart; an ellie williams x fem!reader

chapter 3: a cold morning

masterlist here.

part summary: a tad bit of backstory on how joel, ellie, amelia and you met, seth being annoying, y/n and dina escapades, ellie apologizing for the kiss.

trigger warning: none .... i think

a/n: enjoy! and please check out my book safety net on wattpad! my account is @/CATRAMITYS <3333

- ☽ iii ༓ iii ☾ -

                life in jackson could be described as fairly easy - slow and consistent. the people who were living there never actually left and there weren't many people that would move into the city. most people you've known since they were the ones living inside the walls ever since you had come there.

some of the children were born there, yet most of the people came to the settlement as the time passed, seeking protection from the fireflies, infected or bandits. and so far, so good. the settlement was started by maria, tommy's wife, and her father a long time ago. when tommy left the fireflies in search of a normal, peaceful life, he ran into wyoming, finding this place. before their hard work, it was quite hard to manage - they needed to protect the settlement, build walls around it and make sure the people in there were safe, yet the young married couple was way more ambitious.

they wanted to make the old hydroelectric power station work again and that was one of the settlement's biggest projects to date. and to the wonder of everyone, they made it work again, so jackson had a stable supply of electricity almost every day. except for huge storms, which you all were waiting for to end sitting in the dinner, telling each other stories in the light of candles and so. these occasions were fun.

the city was independent - you had your cattle, horses, hens, and pigs, you had women who could sew clothes and make fabrics, you had a few men who were capable of making a gun. also, your mechanics were capable of making a few old cars work if the things would get really bad. in spring and summer, you always made sure to harvest vegetables and fruits, hunting throughout the winter mostly. you had a school and a kind-of-a-cinema when you were bored. for existing in a post-apocalyptic world, jackson was fairly normal.

and though you never got to know your parents, you had amelia. this lady was pretty old in the time she found you — she wasn't that kind of a brutal survivor who would bash someone's skull, twist her knife inside someone's body, or shoot them dead. she was the quiet traveler who was purposely avoiding big cities, who was traveling through woods and walked among rivers to see where her road will lead her. from the moment you bumped into each other, you became friends. family even. but once you got bit, she almost shot you. until she found out you were immune.

you and amelia didn't know what to do, but once amelia caught word of an old man and a 14-year-old immune girl traveling to the fireflies in salt lake city, you two went to find them. it took a few months to find them, the two of you almost giving up after taking shelter in what you thought was an abandoned apartment in pittsburgh.

SUMMER OF 2033:

"y/n, in here." amelia called for you quietly, gesturing to the apartment inside. you nodded, glancing behind you before quickly moving inside and locking the door.

you let out a sigh of relief, readjusting your ponytail and checking out the apartment. amelia jumped in front of you, pulling out her handgun, "get behind me, sugar." she whispered, softly moving towards the bedroom where she heard noises.

once she opened the door, the two of you aimed your guns at the people inside, two dark skinned boys, one around your age at the time and an older man with a red haired girl also around your age.

"amelia, they're not bad." you say, lowering your gun slowly to look at them better. the older woman glances at you before putting her gun down too.

the young man steps forward with his hand outstretched towards you, "i'm henry, who are you?" he asks nervously, glancing

you look up at him, then glance at amelia. she nods, signaling that it's okay, "i'm y/n." you respond with a small smile.

henry grins a bit, gesturing to the others, "we all just met but, this is joel," he starts, gesturing to the older man in the flannel, "this is ellie, and this is my little brother sam." henry finishes, gesturing to the girl and the boy.

"amelia and y/n." amelia introduces, gesturing to her then you. "sorry for the, uh, abrupt entrance. we thought this apartment was empty." she laughs nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"no worries. we were about to head out anyway." henry starts, beginning to walk out. "wait, would you two like to come with us?" we're planning on getting out of this city tonight."

you and amelia look at each other before she turns her head towards the henry again, "i don't thi—"

"amelia, c'mon! safety in numbers, remember." you remind her, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at her knowingly.

the woman scoffs and shakes her head, looking at her lap for a moment, "fine, okay, we'll join you guys."

upon leaving the apartment, you, sam, and ellie began to talk to each other. once you found out she was 14, like the immune girl, you went up to amelia while you were waiting in henry's "office".

"amelia, can i talk to you for a second?" you whisper to her, gesturing to a quieter spot. amelia's eyebrows furrow in confusion as she looks away from the outside to you, nodding.

once in a quieter spot, you tell amelia your hypothesis about ellie and joel, them being the two you’ve been searching the country for, "no, no way. they're probably just father and daughter."

"don't daughters usually call their fathers dad instead of their actual names?" you ask her, irritated while your arms fold over your chest. amelia stares at you blankly, hands resting on her knees. "this is the man and the immune girl we're searching for, amelia. we have to tell—"

"guys?" a voice calls into the room, making yours and amelia's head shoot towards the sound. it's sam. "henry says it's time to go." sam tells you two awkwardly.

amelia sighs heavily, rising from her place on the desk and looking at you, "you and i will finish this conversation later."

that conversation never went as well as you hoped, you and ellie finding out that you both are immune in the radio station during a slow game of truth or dare. neither of you knew what it was, but henry gave you the basic gist of it.

ellie was thrilled to know she wasn't the only immune person, and she wasn't alone in that area. after losing henry and sam the morning after, you four headed off to find joel's brother, tommy in wyoming after finding a car.

after finding tommy and heading to the university of eastern colorado, things only got more rough from there. joel and amelia both got impaled, barely making it out of the science building alive before getting on their horses and passing out. resulting in you and ellie panicking before getting yourselves together and finding a nearby town to stay at for the winter.

during that winter, you encountered david, and his friend carl. you and ellie almost lost your lives after getting captured by them, then joel and amelia swooped in saving you and ellie from becoming the monsters you both fear.

the rest of the journey carried into the spring, you, joel, ellie, and amelia becoming much closer during the time from winter to spring. once you all got to the firefly hospital and joel and amelia found out what the cost for the vaccine was, they saved you and ellie.

you both had become to loved and valuable to them, neither wanting to bear the loss of another child. and they lied to you both to keep you safe. so after they took out most of the fireflies in the hospital, including their leader, marlene, you all headed back to tommy's, to jackson.

you and ellie both stopped the elders before entering jackson, "hey, wait." ellie called, looking to you for a bit of comfort.

amelia and joel turned around, looking at the two of you. you bit your lip as ellie started talking, "back in boston — back when i was bitten... i wasn't alone." she reveals, glancing between joel and amelia.

"my best friend, riley, was there and she got bit too." ellie tells everyone.

"and i was with my best friend, carly." you tell the group, fidgeting with your fingers. "we didn't know what to do. so, she says 'let's just wait it out. y'know we can be all poetic and lose our minds together. we're still waiting for our turn."

"then it was tess." ellie states, fidgeting with her fingers anxiously.

"then henry and sam—" you continue the statement for her.

"none of that is on you." amelia states, stepping a bit closer to you and ellie.

"no, you don't understand." ellie says sadly, rubbing her face.

joel suddenly steps forward, "i struggled for a long time with survivin', and you-" he briefly clutches his watch. "no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for. now, i know that's not what you want to hear right now but it's—"

you shake your head, looking away before turning back at joel, "swear to us." you interrupt, looking between the two adults seriously. "swear to us that everything that you said about the fireflies is true."

joel and amelia look between you and ellie with a hesitant look, "we swear." she says to you two, placing a hand on joel's shoulder.

you and ellie take a pause, processing everything before looking back at amelia and joel, nodding, "okay." you say together.

MARCH 2ND, 2038:

that was how you got into jackson. the first months there were pretty weird to you - the city had rules, schedule and they gave you food every morning, midday and evening, calling it breakfast, lunch, and dinner. the first week, you spent with vomiting since your food wasn't used to eat regularly. it was also pretty hard trying to trust strangers before you realized they don't mean you any harm. amelia was immediately capable of working at their farm with their animals, while you were getting the jobs like cleaning up mess or help in the kitchen - which meant that you didn't see each other that much.

- ☽ ♡ ༓ ♡ ☾ -

but after last night you and ellie went your ways after the talk with joel and amelia. there were many exchanged glances as she walked you home although you insisted you were fine. when you stood in the doorway of your house, ellie kissed your cheek before waving goodbye shyly.

a knock wakes you out of your sleep, groaning as you sit up and walk to the door, "just a minute! geez." you call out, walking to the door while scratching the back of your neck tiredly.

once you open it, you see dina. your other best friend, "hey dina." you yawn, squeezing the door handle as you look at your friend who's already dressed. "oh shit-"

"yep. hurry up and get ready, stupid." dina grins, stepping inside and sitting on your couch as you head into the bathroom with a new set of clothes. "maria also wants to talk to you."

stepping out of the bathroom, you reload your pistol and grab your switchblade that joel made you, "alright, dina, let's go."

she nods, opening the door as both of you step out into the cold air, "are joel and amelia up yet? or ellie?" you ask curiously.

"tommy and amelia went out early for patrol. something about a herd or infected up north, i don't know where joel is, and ellie, is still asleep. like ellie." dina tells you as you nod in understanding, chuckling at the last part of her sentence. "are you four... good?"

you glance up at her, sighing, "yeah, i guess so." you shrug, looking away and itching your nose.

once you and dina get downtown, she leads you into a restaurant, "this way." she says, motioning towards the nearly empty restaurant.

once you two enter, dina walks away to socialize with the others. you glance at her anxiously as she just smirks, shooing you in maria's direction.

"hey, y/n! over here!" maria calls from across the bar, making you groan and walk over unenthusiastically.

you walk to maria, "yes?" you ask, rubbing your face with your gloved hands.

"seth has something he wants to say to you." maria tells you, glancing towards the kitchen.

you glare at maria, irritated, "i don't wanna hear what that bigot has to say."

maria looks at you with an unreadable expression, "do it for me, please?" she asks gently.

you scan her face over, and sigh, resting your foot on a small crate, "fine."

"seth! seth, come here." maria calls towards the kitchen.

"fuck me." you mutter under your breath, as you look up.

seth walks out of the kitchen sheepishly, with something in his hands, "hey. look last night, i was drinking too much." seth starts, making you scoff quietly.

"sure." you say in disbelief, crossing your arms as you rest your right leg on the stool next to you.

"i'm trying to say i'm sorry!" seth exclaims, getting more irritated with you. "maria tells me that you and dina are heading out." he tells you, making you glance back at dina. "i made you two some sandwiches." he reveals.

seth places the sandwiches on the bar counter, giving them a pat before scooching them towards you.

"okay." you mumble, staring at him awkwardly.

"they're steak." seth informs you, gesturing towards the sandwiches you haven't taken yet.

maria gets tired of the awkward silence as she takes the sandwiches as she shoves them into your chest, "thank you, seth." she says assertively, scaring seth back into the kitchen.

turning around with the sandwiches, you bump into dina, "what've you got there?" she asks curiously as you shove the sandwiches into her hands.

"some... surprisingly decent looking bigot sandwiches." you scoff, dusting off your pants while looking around the outside room.

dina lifts them to her nose, taking a whiff, "they smell absolutely scrumptious." she says in a fake posh accent, making you laugh as she secretly throws them away.

"come on you two, time to go." maria calls from the doorway of the restaurant, gesturing to the outside. "y/n, i need to talk to you for a minute before i head back inside."

you stop next to maria, gesturing for dina to go ahead without you as she closes the door, "are you amelia and joel good?" maria asks quietly, making you roll your eyes. "they seemed to be in a better mood this morn—"

"we're fine maria." you interrupt her, your eyes closing in annoyance as you're getting tired of this question.

the blonde woman puts her hands up, "just wanted to make sure. i worry y'know." she chuckles, bringing you into a short embrace. you nods, pulling away, "go find dina." she tells you heading into the restaurant as you head on your way.

you find dina and overhear how she's about to start a snowball fight with a bunch of the kids. you sneak up behind the kids, snowball in hand. dina glances up and spots you, making you put a finger over your mouth to shush her. she looks back at the kids, egging them on as you come up and headshot a girl named, isabella.

this made the kids go feral, sending them to one side of the playground as you and dina hid on the other side, laughing your asses off.

you and dina played with the kids for around fifteen minutes before you heard ellie's voice. you turned around and saw jesse, waving politely at him before returning to the game.

"dina! come on! you and i are paired for patrol today." jesse calls out to his ex, making her roll her eyes before heading out of the playground, following jesse.

"hey, y/n! can i talk to you?" a familiar voice called, you turn your head to see ellie. you smile and wave at her before putting the snowball fight on a pause so you could talk to her.

"hey." you say breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey." ellie responds awkwardly, tapping on the wooden fence.

"i just wanna say sorry for ditching you after the... thing last night." ellie apologizes, making you tilt your head in confusion.

"oh, no, it's okay. i totally get it. i- i just- i felt bad." you tell her, looking at her apologetically while fidgeting with your fingers.

ellie shakes her head lightly, "why?"

"because, i started the whole thing and i... i just shouldn't have kissed you in front all those people and—"

"no! it's okay, you were drunk." ellie says, laughing off the light embarrassment.

"well, still i don't want you to think—" you start before ellie interrupts your once more, making you chuckle lightly.

"no, i'm not reading into it or anything." ellie tells you, making you shake your head.

you look up at ellie, smiling softly, "you know what i love about you?" you start, making ellie blush a little. "how you let me finish my sentences."

ellie chuckles, shaking her head, "alright. well, we should probably get going." you nod, before a snowball nails ellie right in the shoulder. "ow!"

you turn around angrily, glaring at the kids, "what the fuck?!" you exclaims at them, making them giggle.

"i'm not even playing!" ellie yells at them.

"cause you're a chicken?" one of the kids yells out, making the rest taunt ellie playfully.

"i hate those kids so much." ellie mutters to you irritated, making you look at her mischievously.

"you wanna fuck 'em up?" you ask evilly, giving ellie a side glance.

ellie looks to see if anyone's coming before nodding, "yeah, i do." ellie leaps over the fence as you both start playfully shouting at them.

"you asked for it!" you yell at them.

"you better run you little shits!" ellie exclaims, you and her taking cover behind a structure.

the game was the first to ten hits wins, it took you and ellie a minute, but you beat to little shits 10/3.

"no fair!" isabella whines, wiping the snow off her coat.

you spread your arms out victoriously, "eat it shrimps! how's it feel?" you brag to them, making them all run up and tackle you. "you'll never get away with this!" you yell happily as they dog pile on you before ellie comes and rips one off.

"get off of her you little monsters!" the red haired girl exclaims, making them scurry away before helping you up.

"i guess i asked for that huh?" you ask your friend, heading towards the gate.

"yep." she deadpans at you, making you smile. you both exit the playground, heading to the stables. "so, jesse wants us to do the creek trails. he's gonna relieve amelia and tommy."

"oh, okay. that's nice he assigned us together." you tell ellie, greeting the lady at the front of the stables. "you're gonna like this one."

someone yells to you and ellie they'll take your horses in so you can grab them. yelling out a quick thanks, you head over to grab your horse, moon. walking to the east gate, you pet his neck, greeting him.

"look who decided to join us." jesse tease you and ellie, making you roll your eyes.

"ha ha, you're so funny." you tease back, elbowing him gently in the side and taking your rifle from him.

"open it up!" he yells up at the gate keepers. "settle down. alright. you all know the drill." he assumes, looking to all the patrol groups. "run your routes, mark your logbooks, clear any infected you see. you run into anything you can't handle, you come back." jesse tells everyone. "be smart about it. alright, get going."

you and ellie glance at each other with a small nod, getting on your horses and riding off towards the creek trails.

#the last of us #ellie williams #the last of us part 2 #joel miller #tlou2 #gamingedit #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlouedit #elliexreader #oc #joel x reader #dina x reader

[evawelsh]

a story about toxicity by liberty welsh

There was this guy his name was bear, bear saw eva was sad, and depressed. Bear decided to text Eva and see what was up. “Hey I know you're going through a rough time and I know it's hard, but it gets better. I've been through something similar. Eva doesn't trust anybody anymore, she's been broken so many times and doesn't know how to be fixed, but she took a risk and texted him back. “Hey…, thank you but i don't think you would understand, but thanks for checking up.”

“hey , you can tell me if u want i probably get more than u think.”

For some reason Eva had a sense of trust, a sense of understanding of this guy so she told him most of it. “Ive had 18 surgeries, ive bein raped, i get nightmares constantly every night,ive tried to kill myself 3 difrent time, ive been hurt, im broken, i have a eating disorder, im so broken and so scared nobody can put me back together.”

“ you have no clue how much i relate to all of that, every single one of things i get maybe even worse.”

“You've been raped before…? And youve tried to kill yourself?

“ Yeah i have, and yeah 30+ times i've tried and haven't succeeded.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, just know it'll get better, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

At that moment Eva trusted him more then anyone else, more then she has in a long time.

Over a couple of weeks Eva and Bear got closer, they'd talk almost every day constantly, Eva grew closer to Bear, she liked him a lot.

One day at school while sitting with friends she was texting him and decided to text him and say that she really likes him.

“Yeah i get that a lot” was his response

Liberty almost started crying, for some reason it hurt, more than anything in awhile, she really cared about him, but because she cared about him so much she decided to stay and not stop talking to him, later that night she decided to try again and told him how much she really cared about him. He said he did but doesn't do long distance relationship scenes. He lived in Virginia and she lived in idaho. She said please i can make u so happy, he said okay i'll take the chance. That night they both fell even harder for each other.

The third of dating he said i love you; she was confused and didn't know how to respond because no one ever felt that way about her before and didn't know how to respond. There were such strong words that should only be used when u truly care for each other. She finally said i love you too, it was a big deal to her

That night Eva wrote her boyfriend a very long paragraph about how much she cared for him and waited for him to wake up to respond and see it. When Bear woke up he read the long paragraph and started to cry, because he also never had somebody that cared that much about him and thanked her so much. Bear was also broken maybe even worse than ever but they brought each other back together

Long distance was hard and about 2 weeks in their relationship eva got her phone taken away, she always found ways to talk to him, at first t tell him what happened she commented on a post of his on instagram, saying it doesn't mean the end and she's trying her hardest to get it back, she found a old phone and used it to text him, and at school her old best friend would text bear videos and photos of eva to keep his hope going. Eva later broke her old phone but found a tablet they were calling one night and she go caught and go it taken away, her friend let her use her phone to tell him to add her on facebook so she could text him off her ps4 on messenger, he did and they texted that way for a long time

Eva was soon aloud to have her phone back for 2 hours a day and would text her boyfriend on her ps4 seeing if he could talk because she would use all that time talking to him, they would facetime for 2 hours or if he couldn't would text, it brought them closer together

One night bear told eva something he hadn't been telling her, bear would get these chest pains everyday 3 times a day, he said it would feel like someone put a hot frying pan up to his chest and would just hold it there and not take it off, when he told her it was happening she cried and cried and cried a lot because she knew she couldn't be there to comfort him and to help make it feel better and had to do it over the phone with what time she had left on it

Eva was happy, she wasn't broken anymore, she was happy, one time she was at a sleepover with her all time best friend kate, eva had her phone for the sleepover so she wanted her two favorite people to meet each other and they facetimed her boyfriend all night, in the middle evas phone died so she gave katelynn her boyfriends number so they could still face, kate later kept sending embarrassing pictures of eva to her boyfriend and in the middle of the sleepover eva was texting her boyfriend, and was apparently smiling a lot, katelynn texted him a picture and it made him so over filled with happiness

Later in the relationship it started to go bad; bear was still broken, he told her that if she ever broke up with him he would kill himself gain and it would all be her fault, he said this cause he was so use to being left and thought it was the only way to keep her to stay with him was to tell her that, this broke her, she felt at fault for everything, like everything was her fault

She finally decided to tell her brother to ask what to do he said it was very toxic and he shouldn't be doing thi but sense he never had done something like this before give him a couple days and see if it continues if it does then don't deal with it, it continued after a couple days and she told kate what had happened and how she didnt want to leave even if it meant risking her own mental health so he wouldn't die. Kate almost had to force her to break up with the bear because she was so afraid he would actually do it.

After that he couldn't text her anymore, she was worried, eventually she finally got back in contact and would text occasionally, everytime they texted she would cry, and couldn't stop, almost every time they texted they'd fight and it broke her all over again

One time she was at a game and she texted him they got in the biggest fight yet and she was crying even more than before, she was completely broken, what she realizes that nobody had noticed or cared she was crying and breaking down and nobody asked what was wrong.

She had realized he became the monster she feared and would dream of

One night she was at the school dance with her friends, they had come over earlier and they all got ready together, she was happy for one she found her source of happiness. When she was at the dance, she got a text. The text. He said “hey”

“Hey how are you

“Terrible i can't stop crying “

“what's wrong”

“I don't want to talk about it”

“Please i know u better than anyone tell me”

“My best friend back home in athens killed himself”

“Omg im so sorry”

He wouldn't text back the rest of the night. Towards the end of the night she texted again and “said can i ask u something?”

“Sure”

“Did u actually try,,, to kill yoursellf”

“Yeah 3 times”

“How”

“OD”

“Was it all my fault?”

“Yes”

That night Eva was broken again all over again, she was right it was all her fault, she caused everything and it was all her fault. She cried a lot at the dance and just wanted to go home.

Eva lost her sense of home after that night when she got home, it didn't feel like home, she'd cry and cry wanting to go home but she was home, but it didn't feel the same. It was filled with memories of the monster.

They stopped talking for awhile, until they later got in contact again, he was apparently happier, he told her he had a girlfriend, and how the night bear and eva broke up they got together, this broke eva all together again because she realized she still loved him so much. She pretended to be happy they talked for longer, he told her he didn't want her in his life anymore, this broke her, she told him to tell her what he was feeling before she left and got out of his life for forever

“Are u sure u want me to”

“Yes just say it”

““I FUCKING HATE YOU”

“Yeah, i figured”

“No no no, i've hated u ever scene the day you left”

Eva remembered all the times after words were see said shell just leave because it seemed better for him and he said no stay i care about u still, and she believed him

You're so selfish when it comes to relationships and annoying as hell. I literally hate u anywhere u go u cause pain and i just want u gone and out of my life.

This broke eva one more time, she didn't realize it till now that she loc=ved him she loved him so much that i love outweighed the bad and all the bad things he had done to her, she still love him and wanted him back

This relationship, was very toxic this relationship caused eva a lot of problems mentally, she began to hate herself she came very very depressed, she would cut constantly to try and relax herself and distract herself and to make it all go away even if it was for a brief time, she didn't think she was pretty enough, she thought of her sels as ugly she thought of herself as fat, and not good enough for anybody, so she refused to talk to anybody about anything anymore, she thought that if she kept it all in and bottled it up and never knew nobody would have a chance to hurt her again

One day in math class she got sat next to this person they were named jordan, her and jordan became to grow closer to each other, every day when eva would enter class, even looking like a disaster jordan would say hey gorgeous, or ey beautiful, jordan taught eva how to trust again, jordan helped ever feel better again feel better about herself again, jordan taught her that it was okay to be happy and it was okay to trust people. Jordan taught Eva to love again and to love herself.

Everyday after school Jordan would hang out with Eva at the homework club, Eva told Jordan all of her secrets and all of her stories. Jordan was the first person she learned to trust and the first person who taught her it's okay to be vulnerable. Jordan means a lot to Eva and couldn't live without her.

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Into the Depths

The part where Hades takes Persephone to the underworld. Again. This is only an interpretation.

Part 4: Descent

Like Kiani’s mom, Erik had a lot of land but it was varying shades of grey and a tad foggy.. a little depressing and eerie even. Kiani felt the small dip in her spirit. There were no flowers, but a few spindly trees gasping for life’s sustaining breath. He had three other eye-catching cars, yet he lived alone. That one needed an explanation. Why did he need so many if it was only him?

“I like variety. It’s like having tulips, irises, and roses,” he explained stepping to the side to let her explore the vehicles at her own curious pace. She was interesting to observe. Every move she made was deliberate and intentional yet unpredictable. She peered into the window of the white McClaren 570, trying the door. With the push of a button from Erik’s keyring it unlocked and the horn beeped. She jumped, looking back to him quickly and he snorted lightly, containing his laugh. He nodded for her to continue her exploration. Opening the car door to slide into the driver’s seat, she looked like a giant child behind the wheel. He walked around to watch her step on the pedals and turn the wheel making “vroom verrrrrrrr skrrr” noises and that’s when he lost it. His eyes scrunched shut, his knees buckled and he almost hit the ground. She didn’t get the joke, but he was laughing so hard it made her laugh because he was laughing.

“I’m a teach you how to drive one of these days,” he sighed trying to calm himself, his hand on his stomach imagining her speeding in a sportscar with her fluffy baby doll dress and sandals. She clapped in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to learn to drive a car!”

“You’ll need what’s called a license to drive legally, which is a card with your face on it that you get from what’s called a DMV, but once you get it you can drive anywhere and as far as you want. I just hope you’ll take me with you.”

“I want you and mom to come with me on a drive,” she tugged lightly on his shirt.

“I’m not sure if that’s realistic,” he murmured sadly, “But I’m up for it. I’ll do whatever you want. Where are we going?”

She paused shyly as if she had no clue and was mildly ashamed. He wondered how much she knew about geography. He’d teach her that too eventually. “Race you inside,” he whispered gesturing to the large home.

Kiani had never seen so many gadgets and gizmos in her life. Her upbringing had consisted of playtime in nature and with friends, music and dancing, baking cakes and cookies, learning about the flowers she grew, old movies, puppet shows, and reading. Erik’s home was different. There were boxes called game systems in a room he called his game room along with a pool table. She’d never played pool, but she recognized the green felt and the balls from her old black and white movies.

“I know these balls,” she grinned completely unaware of the double meaning. He bit his tongue, swallowing his lips to keep from making a cheeky comment. The distance between the two of them mentally and sexually was astronomical, but also brilliant. She saw life differently through a pure and clean lens. He could spend the rest of his life wrapped up in her beautiful mind. “Your dimples are so deep!” She moved around the table to push her index fingers into them and his laugh stuttered free again. He gave her the tour of the grounds, leaving no room secret.

“Is this the bedroom you sleep in,” she asked bouncing into the room and drawing the curtains to look out through the windows. Everywhere she went in his mansion, she brought light and made herself at home. Her sandals had been left downstairs at the front door. She was barefoot, running around his house like a kid in a candy store, picking up and touching everything and asking questions. So many questions. When she went in a drawer and pulled out a bag of a white substance, he hadn’t noticed until she stuck her finger in it. She was being too still. He approached, peeping over her shoulder to catch her playing in a bag of white powder.

“Not that one,” he admonished gently, wiping her fingers off with a t-shirt. He sealed the bag and put it back. “That’s not good to play with, that’s cocaine and you definitely shouldn’t sniff or eat that.”

“Then what do you do with it,” she asked. It was a valid question. He didn’t expect the subject to breech so soon or in this manner, but he couldn’t lie to her and he couldn’t treat her like a child and shield her from the truth of life. She was twenty-four fuckin years old, it was time for her to know some real shit. She deserved to be given the chance to form her own opinions about the world and him without her mind being warped by the people she trusts.. Including him. Even if he hated it, he had to tell the truth or risk losing her trust down the road. He knew too well that trust was hard to get back once lost.

“I sell it.. It’s worth a lot of money, that’s how I paid for this house and everything in it. It’s how I met your father some years ago and he took me under his wing.”

“You know my father?! Does he ever mention me,” she asked with bright eyes and right then he wanted to find Franklin and drag him to face the eyes of Kiani for himself. He couldn’t lie to her and say yeah, he talks about you all the time. The only time Franklin ever mentioned Kiani was to remind Erik to drop off her card every year. Before Erik, it had been some other guy. He wouldn’t just do it himself. Erik didn’t understand why a father wouldn’t actively fight to see his child. Especially one as bright, loving, and kind as Kiani. The way he saw it, any child he helped to make he’d stay to raise. He could picture a future with flowers, fatass babies, and a world of pure joy with Kiani. If would hurt like fuck when she left.. If she left. But he couldn’t tell her any of this.

“He never forgets your birthday that’s for sure,” he said simply and Kiani chuckled.

In the meantime, back on Yvette's property, Ms. Smith paced in the kitchen for she knew she was in great trouble. Meron called Yvette and she was on her way. Ms. Smith accepted that she'd most likely be fired. The most precious flower in the garden had been snatched into foul hands under her watch. She grabbed the housephone and called the store again for the umpteenth time. "No, she's not back! I told you to watch her," Meron yelled angrily. "She slipped away," Ms. Smith cried. The rain began to fall and thunder roared shaking the ground. The flower shop door swung open and Yvette stormed in like a woman enraged.

"Where is my child," she cried causing a scene. She didn't care about customers or business at that point, she only cared about finding her child. She knocked over a vase, her frustration making her angry enough to hit. "I trusted you all with my precious Kiani and you lost her! Find her! NOW! Why are you standing here! MOVE!"

"I know who she's with," Meron groaned shaking her head. "Then let's go get her quickly," Yvette yelled.

"We can't. She's with Erik Stevens. We wouldn't be able to get close to him. We have no choice but to wait for her return and hope it's soon."

"Erik Ste.. You let one of Franklin's cronies take my child? You let that disgusting..." She shrieked furiously and threw another vase. "Shut it down," she yelled. "Shut it all down. Everyone out! Business is closed until I get my child back. No one gets paid. Get out!"

Meron slowly approached Yvette. Being a mother herself, she understood. With her hands up, she tried approaching Yvette.

"DON'T," Yvette yelled. They'd lost her child and she was pissed. Her innocent baby was abducted by a criminal and who knew what was happening to her! Men were disgusting, she knew it from first hand experience. She didn't want to imagine Erik putting his dirty hands on her pure Kiani. The thought made her skin crawl. She called Franklin and when he picked up, she went off in his ear.

"Listen, you deadbeat trifflin negro! Did you know your goon kidnapped my child?! Did you know? What if he touches her?!"

"Yvette. Calm down, Erik isn't a bad guy."

"So you knew! You sold my child to a known criminal!"

"Yvette. He's not like me..... But even if he did decide to get his rocks off, so what?! He's a good kid. They're both overdue. She'll be fine."

"Good kid my ass! He's a criminal! But you don't care. Of course you don't," she chuckled humorlessly, "Nope, you don't care. Well how about this. Until she gets back, this business is closed. No plant will grow. AND I'm going to make the ground around you cave. You won't be able to leave home without falling into quicksand or a mud pit! I hope you fall in! All of the places where you deal? Earthquakes. I'll split the ground if I have to. I'll kill everyone. I don't care." Thunder cracked and Meron shivered nervously.

"What? Yvette.. Come on now! You can't just-"

"It's already done. Bring me my daughter," she growled hanging up the phone. As she said, the ground changed. Franklin was indeed trapped. His business would have to be postponed indefinitely.

“Kiani… what do you know about drugs,” Erik asked anticipating Kiani's confusion. If they were going to have a chance of being together, he had to tell it all. He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck. He decided to start with geography. He talked about where they were in relation to other continents and where they were in the country. He told her about all the places he’d gone as she soaked up every detail asking questions.. So many questions. He showed her pictures on his phone, talking up a country called Wakanda in particular. She clapped when he said he’d take her there and that all she needed was a passport that he’d help her to get. Finally, he brought the conversation full circle. “Okay, drugs.. “ he said with her full attention. He pulled baggies from the drawer, setting them on the table between them. If she was gonna know, then she was gonna understand the truth. He pointed to each individual bag. “This is called cocaine. This is marijuana. This is crack which is a less refined version of the cocaine. This is heroin. All of these alter the human mind and are capable of causing hallucinations. They provide a high, which is a very good feeling. All these except the weed are dangerous to consume but highly addictive. That’s what makes your father and I able to sell so much. They get addicted and they come back. It’s against the law to have these things too. The police could put a person in jail for having just one of these bags. Only reason I'm not there is because they're afraid of me.”

“Why do you do it?”

“At first it was for the money. I bought this house and this land with the money I made from selling this stuff. Then I guess, I never stopped.”

“But you profit at the expense of others..”

“I don’t sell to nig- um, black people.. I just do business with black people…” Her expression alone cut him down.

”You have so many things here. Things I’ve certainly never seen or heard of. Could you stop now?”

He wanted badly to say no, but he couldn’t lie. Not to her. He scratched at his beard. Technically, he could very well stop. Other than rich all the drug game had ever made him was lonely. “…..I could,” he said hesitantly. Her expression told him that was exactly what she wanted him to do. Stop selling drugs. He bit his lip thinking of the hold she had on him. She was folding him so effortlessly. He’d give her anything. “Can I sell the rest of my product before I get out the game? It basically sells itself, I just need to get rid of it.”

“How much do you have left to sell?”

Suddenly his cell rang. Fonzo. He answered it and immediately felt as though fate was punching him in the dick with a brick. Kiani was working her magic somehow.  He excused himself stepping out of the room yelling in a hushed tone, “The fuck you want? I’ll call you later…. Now?… Of all fuckin days, damn… Shit! I’ll be there… I said I’d be there muhfucka.”

His boy wanted him to drop off fourty kilos of cocaíne immediately. Apparently, there was a big dog around town who was ready to cash out. Sounded hella weird, but if it was so, it was a big deal. Collecting himself, he took a deep breath. “You shut the fuck up,” he whispered to a soul who’d been taunting him ever since he’d met Kiani. She was a woman with large hoop earrings and an airbrushed tank who’d died in a domestic violence dispute. “You gone ruin that poor girl with your bullshit. Just leave her alone, please. It’s not too late,” she’d say. He’d been doing well to tune it all out, but his outburst opened the gate. The souls began to bombard him with requests. It was too much, he was completely overwhelmed. “ALL OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP,” he yelled holding his temples. The door creaked opened behind him.

“Erik, what’s wrong? Who are you talking to?” Kiani murmured softly. She looked very concerned and he instantly egretted yelling like he did. He didn’t want to scare her, but the spirits were still so LOUD and they wouldn’t stop talking or trying to get his attention. He was watching fifty two people literally crowd his space and cramp his style. There were hundreds more scattered amongst his home, roaming. He wanted to scream… again. He was close to sending them to their second death never to be heard from again. Kiani held his face in her hands, her thumbs rhythmically stroking the whiskers of the dark beard on his jaw. He lowered his head until his forehead touched hers.

“They won’t.. Leave. Me. Alone,” he muttered trying not to curse and then it all poured out of him. He told her all about his dark ability. The souls, the voices. How all he needs to do is wish it and a person will die. How he’d killed countless people in his career and could still see most of them. He even told her about the second death and how many times he’d sent hoards of people to that dark black empty plane never to be heard again. He exposed it all while she listened thoughtfully and took it in.

She looked around then, and though she didn’t see souls, she felt them. When she really focused and honed in, she felt sorrow, pain, fear, anger, regret. The sensations gripped her like a stronghold and intensified. The feeling became incredibly overwhelming. She felt nauseous and her heart began to ache. She couldn’t shake it off. She understood Erik’s frustration and his panic because she was close to screaming and it had only been a minute.

“Sunflowers. Tell me about sunflowers,” Erik said noticing her distress. She was confused at first, but the longer she rattled on about sunflowers and their seeds, the more absorbed she became in her words. Soon it was as though she was back to herself.

“Ohhh,” she sighed, “I know what you did. That was clever. How did you figure out that little trick?”

“Stumbled on it,” he shrugged. “If I didn’t turn them off somehow, I’d go crazy.” She nodded in agreement. The second death made sense to her all of a sudden. It was extreme, but it was for his sanity.

In the car, Erik flew down the road through suburbs to the congested city. In that city, there was a rough neighborhood with high crime rates and suspicious activities. It reminded him of home back during his childhood. He parked at an apartment building where there was a group of young men standing out front smoking, Hennessy in hand. “Stay here and keep the doors locked. Don’t speak to anyone and don’t leave. I’ll be right back.”

“Can I go with you? Please,” she begged. Her sparkling eyes were his kryptonite. He didn’t have a chance to deny her, it was impossible. She’d begged to come along for the ride though he’d asserted that it was dangerous. She was afraid to be in the mansion alone after what she’d felt. Plus, she didn’t want to leave him. In her words, if he was in danger, then he shouldn’t be alone either. She opened her door and stepped out following him to the trunk where he pulled the large box. She attempted to help lift it and he let her think her strength was doing something, though he held 98% of the weight easily. “Wow, thank you Kiani,” he said warmly, taking the box. She glowed, proud of her contribution. The way the sun hit her skin made him pause to take it in. He couldn’t find one thing about her that he didn’t adore.. maybe the dress, but that wasn’t her fault.

“Erik,” she waved in front of his face snapping him back into the moment, “We have to drop off the box!”

With a raise of his brows, his mind cleared and he turned to walk into the building, nodding casually at the group of young men. They nodded back, “Aight Erik.” When she turned her head, he locked the car doors with one hand on his keyring and the other hand holding the box effortlessly. He didn’t want to ruin the illusion that she’d helped. She’d looked so proud. The elevator went up to the third floor and they stepped out into a hall where someone’s loud music was dominating the airspace and Erik smelt weed. He knocked on the last door on the right and after a quiet few seconds, it swung open. Red flags went off in Erik’s mind. Typically there would be a long series of unlocks and the man inside, Fonzo, would look through the keyhole before cautiously peeping out.

“Oh wassup, E,” the man said nervously, his eyes confirming to Erik that something was very wrong. Erik put his hand on Kiani silently begging her to stay put and she reached for him, but he was firm. “Please,” he mouthed. It was obvious she’d never grown up with anything to fear. That alone was dangerous for her. Thankfully, she nodded. Stepping pass Fonzo, he drew his gun that was well hidden in his waistband and strolled into the apartment. Immediately a bullet whizzed past his head and he returned fire, not killing but disarming. The shooter wore a black ski mask and Erik aimed his gun threatening to shoot as he approached the man, snatching off his mask. “Terrence,” he groaned recognizing the skinny black man. “Damn. You too?! Didn’t I make sure you and your family was good and you got the nerve..” Erik knocked him to the ground and kicked him hard, betrayal forcing him to see scarlet red. Kiani’s fearful squeak made him turn around and Terrance climbed from the floor aiming his gun to the back of Erik’s head as Fonzo held Kiani at gunpoint. “Sorry brother,” Terrence winced holding his bruised ribs, “It’s money, it’s not personal.” Fonzo shrugged, “For me, it’s a little personal.” His finger flinched on the trigger and Kiani squeezed her eyes shut, her tears flowing. But then Fonzo’s hand began to shake and he dropped gun, falling backward to the ground, still convulsing. He seized until white froth filled his mouth while Erik mouthed to Kiani to duck. She dipped and he quickly moved his head. A bullet soared to where Kiani’s head would’ve been and Erik kneed and elbowed Terrence, taking the gun and tackling him down again. “The only reason I’m not killing you is because I know your kids and they don’t deserve that,” he whispered, “But if you ever pull this shit again.. you gone look just like him,” he said pointing the gun at Fonzo.

“Erik,” Kiani called. She looked terrified. She was still sitting in front of the dead body. He knew it was time to go. Things had already gone as bad as they could go. He’d shown his true colors and he could feel his own heart breaking. The only thing he feared was losing her in his life. She was his light and he was dimming it.

Leaving the man on the ground, he arranged the three guns in his waistband and helped Kiani to her feet, escorting her to the elevator and from the building, back into the car. He’d left the box that was full of drugs behind without a second thought.

He didn't want to take her back to her home, but he wasn't sure if she was okay with going back to his home. She was uncomfortably silent and it made him nervous. "I'm sorry," he said. She looked at him, her posture relaxing, and put her hand on his knee. "It's not your fault, Erik."

"It is my fault," he asserted. "I took you there and put you in that dangerous situation and though I would never let anything bad happen to you, you were afraid and that's not okay. You saw some things you should've never seen. That was all my fault and I'm sorry."

The car was silent for a moment before she spoke, her hand still on his knee. "Erik. You're my friend and you still need me, so I'm going to help you. But after that.. I want you to take me home."

His heart broke with those last three words and he faced his window fighting the tear that threatened to slip. He'd fucked it up, his only chance. It was his own fault. He nodded.

They ended up back at his place and Kiani led the way back into the mansion. "Hello, souls," she called uncertainly waiting to hear or feel something. She stood still and felt a slight stirring of energy, but it took Erik standing beside her and slowly touching her hand, stroking it with his thumb to feel what she felt before, the discomfort. "Let's find out what they want to tell you. I'll help you to listen," she said. Erik sighed before closing his eyes. He didn't care to listen. He didn't care about the souls, he just wanted them gone. "Try," Kiana said squeezing his hand. He opened his eyes then.

"Okay.. Fine, let's start with you. other than telling me what I need to do, what do you want," he asked the domestic violence victim. She stepped forward. "To move on, asshole! We've all been stuck here waiting. Do your fucking job."

"Ohhh you going for death number twooo," he threatened effectively shutting her up.

"Erik, what did they want," Kiani asked. He relayed the message in less crass terms. "How do they move on," she asked. He shrugged. "Well an you create a realm that isn't a deep dark pit or empty plane? One that's pretty and full of good things? Maybe instead of sending everyone to the dark place for eternity, you could send some people, the good ones, to the good place?"

He stared at her for a moment trying to think of a way to tell her no. He'd have to create a new place in his mind and then screen each soul to determine where it should go. It sounded like more work than it was worth. He then he looked at her and imagined her playing in her field of flowers. Grassy hills, bright colors, sun, woodland animals.. he packaged it all into a beautiful world within his mind and then he opened it up to the domestic violence victim. Excitedly, she ran into it and disappeared. One down. Kiani smiled and he immediately knew that she felt it when someone entered that dream world. It was like she was linked to it. She called this new beautiful world Elysium. One by one, Erik looked at the souls and compartmentalized them. Selfish, evil betrayers and bad people he'd send to the second death. Kind victims and good hearted people went into the paradise. With Kiani's help with the judgments the room dwindled from hundreds to approximately forty souls. Erik felt so much lighter. He was so happy and appreciative.

“Erik, it's time," she said, her face serious. "I wanna go home. I miss it already. I'm not sure if I'm cut out for all of this," she gestured all around. The death she witnessed up close was what did it, he knew it, but it would be insensitive to argue and say it wasn't a common occurrence. He was death incarnate afterall. He had to accept that she was ready to go. Possibly forever. ”Erik, it's not you. You're great. It's everything else. I just need to be home and think," she said grabbing both of his hands. It was true. She valued him. He was the only one in her life who didn't treat her like a child. She craved that and she really did like him. He nodded and before good sense could stop him, he kissed her. Her lips were soft like the flowers she grew and her eyelids floated shut. He kept his eyes open not wanting to miss a moment. It was gentle yet fervent, light yet needy, short yet lasting.

Immediately, Kiani knew that what she'd experienced, she wanted more of. There was no going back now, she'd tasted the forbidden fruit and it was sweet. Was this what her mother and Ms. Smith had been hiding from her? When he pulled away, she grabbed his face planting her lips firmly back onto his. His eyes widened in shock, but he quickly wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her, carrying her carefully back up the stairs and into his bedroom. The light still poured in. He laid her on her back and quickly found the dried flower from his father's grave that he kept pressed into his father's old journal.

"Touch this."

Kiani's touch brought it to life and he dove onto the bed kissing her neck. The more he kissed her, the brighter the rose became. A single white rose. It multiplied into two. He sucked her neck and two turned to four, eight, sixteen. He killed a few by landing on them as he crawled to lift her dress and pull down her panties. She was very confused by his actions, watching him strangely, but he knew exactly what he was doing. As he lowered his head to kiss, suck, and lick on her lower lips, he was giving her something she could never forget or go backwards from. She would never be the same again. She felt that deep within. The flowers began to cover the bed and overflow as she gasped, her moans forming the notes of his favorite song. When she came, she wore a face of confusion mixed with pleasure and concern.

"How do you feel? Did you like that," he asked watching her emotions swirl and finally land on pure pleasure. She smiled.

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