#i've been in this fucking situation on both sides. it felt like i couldn't say anything because i would put both myself and the victim in

[phantoids]

head in hands at this point i'm just fucking logging off. my dash is just all of this holy shit.

#void echos #there is only so much one man can take #i will say one thing: ccs not speaking up about stuff really is unsurprising. even personally and before any came to light publically. #i've been in this fucking situation on both sides. it felt like i couldn't say anything because i would put both myself and the victim in #harm's way. even after things came to light it felt like i couldn't say shit cause it was going to get me hurt too. and i was scared! #and then shit happened to me too and i realised and. well. sure i spoke up but at least for me? it was less scary than speaking up when it #wasn't happening to me. which is paradoxical but #oh well. either way i honestly would understand if some said nothing and quietly distanced. it's a horrible thing to go through esp if you #were harmed too and didn't realise until after the fact.

[auspicioustidings]

I love your work! May I please request ghost finding a captured civilian in an enemy base and taking her for himself?

Ah little posessive freak Ghost my beloved <3 I didn't know if you were looking for fluff or twisted Simon so I've leant towards the latter!

CW: Attempted rape (non-graphic), kidnapping

They had been warned there were going to be civillians in the building, but it wasn't the first time Ghost had to work around hostages to get the job done. It was an understanding on the team that whereever possible it wasn't going to be the huge fucker in the skull mask who dealt with that side of things. If they knew where hostages were being kept, that's where they sent Gaz or Johnny or even Price to settle them and get them out. Not the Ghost.

And that was working smoothly once again. Gaz had radioed in saying he found where they were being kept, had taken out their guards and would wait for the all clear for an exit route for the handful of doubtless terrified little civilians looking at him like he was the second coming for saving them.

They were all accounted for and that always made Ghost feel some tension bleed away. The last thing he needed to be worrying about was hostage situations.

The rest of the mission was easy enough, taking out any enemies and finding the saferoom to snoop around in for intel. It was laughably easy to get into. Saferooms only really worked if the person who knew the code didn't spill it at the first little twist of an arm, the press of a knife against their throat. They only worked if they were used. But obviously playing at warlord the man was arrogant, thought he could easily take on whoever came at him. Idiot. The moment he had the code, Ghost had no more use for him until he could get him somewhere for a proper interrogation, so he was smacked in the skull with a pistol and out cold. His fingerprints and eye scanner worked just fine even with him unconcious and the code he had given beeped with a green light and the click of a lock.

It was a damn good thing that you assumed it was your captor coming in and so were aiming the cast iron at where his face would be. Instead it smacked into the tactical vest of a much taller man. You hissed and spat and fought like a feral cat when the man immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist and twisting so you cried out and dropped the pan. There went your weapon, there wasn't much else to use in this little safe room but for the small implements in the kitchen and you hadn't felt confident with a knife. A blunt object with a larger surface area had felt like a better bet.

"Don't fucking touch me! I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" you spat out at what you were sure was a bloody monster.

You had been a victim of wrong place wrong time about 12 hours prior. You had broken down on a stretch of road that barely got any use and had fuck all phone signal to get help, so were at the mercy of someone passing by. Just your luck the someone passing by was some slimy asshole with a compound nearby he thought to drag you to. He had found out quickly he wasn't getting his hands on you without a fight. You were a bit of a mess, shirt torn and what you suspected was a cracked orbital bone from where he had punched you after you bit his tongue. You wished you had bit fucking harder.

The only thing that had saved you in the end was the alarm going off. The man had thrown you into the safe room, telling you that once he had dealt with whoever dared break into his base he was going to fuck you bloody. You'd kill him before he got the chance. You'd fucking kill him before all this adrenaline fuelled fight turned into fear and had you accepting your fate.

The monster in the skull mask didn't have the laugh of a monster. It was gruff but there was something very genuine about it. He had his hands on both of your wrists, locking them so you couldn't scratch at him with yout body pulled right into him so you couldn't kick either. Your wrists were pinned at your chin so you couldn't even bite at him. Didn't much stop you from fighting, trying to just drop all of your weight to get him off balance. The added weight did not phase him in the slightest.

"Settle sweetheart, I'm the good guy."

"Do good guys often wear skull masks?!" you hissed back, still struggling to no avail.

He manouvered so that you could see out of the doorway and to the passed out man on the floor.

"They do when they're going after bad guys."

It was like all the adrenaline had finally burned off at right that moment and you felt yourself go boneless in his hold, fight gone. You had a sick moment of being disappointed that you could see that the man was still breathing.

"We sure all the civilians are accounted for?"

You felt a little dazed as you squinted back at him before realising he must have been speaking on the radio. Whatever he heard back must have been interesting because he looked at you, considering, before twisted the little dial to another channel.

"Got a stray, let's keep it out of the reports."

Simon knew that the 141 would back him up. After all, him and the Seargants had always admired the relationship between Price and his wife even if when they first met she kept trying to murder him. She had grown out of it after a few years.

And Simon had never felt like this before. He thought you truly would have killed him if you had been able when he opened the door. It was love at first murder attempt for him.

He cooed at you and comforted you the whole way through exfil. It wasn't until you realised that you couldn't leave that it really started getting fun.

#mhairidrabbles #cod #fanfic #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #the two things that you can blame bo for are Johnny always winding up puppy coded and the 141 just abducting partners #also the idea that Price is going to be the one coaching Ghost through this whole abduction and seduction act #mhairidrabblescodkidnappers

[eroticsturn]

drug dealer- c.s ₊ ⊹

summary: when asking chris for weed, he offers you a different way of payment.

pink - you

orange - chris

warnings: dom!chris x fem reader , praising, use of ma, and idk what else

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

you were in desperate need of something strong. you reached out to a friend and she recommend going to chris for some weed. you've never smoke before but you trusted your friend's words. you make your way down the street until you see a figure standing next to the streetlight.

you make your way over to the figure and say “you must be chris”

“what’s a pretty girl like you coming to me to buy some weed?” he questions while looking down at you.

"that's none of your business isn't it?" you replied

"you have a point.. but this is my weed. so technically I can just walk away if I wanted to." he snaps back

you look at him with pleading eyes, "please don't! I've just been having such a hard time mentally and physically. so I just wanted to try it out" you mumble.

"alright ma, but I don't want your money. we can just smoke it together" he suggests

"oh okay, are you sure you don't want me to pay?" you say with confusion plastered all over your face.

he just hums and signals you to follow him. you both make your way to his car and he open the passenger door for you. you thank him and you sit down and he shuts the door behind you. he makes his way to the other side of the car and opens the door.

he takes all the things he needs out and places them on the middle console. he then starts to take the weed out and place it into the grinder. you stare at his fingers and he turns the grinder. you watched as he carefully placed a filter at the end of the paper.

you were mesmerized by his fingers and how fast they were working with the paper. he quickly rolled it up and began to place it on your lips. you slowly opened your mouth a bit to let him place the joint between your lips. he pulled his lighter out and looked down at your lips as he went to go light the joint.

you feel your cheeks flush pink as his gaze is still there. it almost feels like time has slowed down and you two were the only two people on the earth.

"okay ma, so what you're going to do is inhale some of that. but don't forcefully inhale it. then take the joint out and exhale" he states while maintaining eye contact with you.

you attempt to do so, which leads you to cough. he giggles as you pass him the joint. you two continued to pass the joint back and forth. at this point you felt very calm and peaceful. you went to go look at chris. just when you turned your head, he was already staring at you.

"is there something on my face?" you question in fear while touching your face.

he shakes his head no and starts to learn in a bit closer to you. he gently grabs your chin and starts to caress your face. you start to lean in as well until you both are about 2 centimeters away from each other.

he finally pushes himself forward and gives you a soft and slow kiss. which then leads into a heated makeout session. he then reclines his seat back and motions for you to sit on his lap. to which you immediately do.

you both continue to makeout and he starts to kiss down your jaw towards your neck. you started to grind your hips on him and he let out a strained groan. you started to feel him grow under you.

"f-fuck, just like that mamas" he whines out.

he started to kiss your neck hungrily attempting to find your sensitive spot. once he finds it, you let out a little whine.

"you like that?" he whispers, you frantically nod your head.

the throbbing becoming progressively worse. you needed him so bad and you couldn't hold back anymore.

"chris, I need you so bad right now" you whisper shyly.

he looks up at you with his jaw currently at slack. the sight of him made you feel like you could cum on the spot. his pupils dilated and his grip on your hips became firm.

"back seat now." he mutters

you get up and climb over the console to get yourself situated in the back. he climbs over and pushes you down against the seat. he starts to give you heated kisses.

"please chris, please. I need you inside of me" you start to get frustrated.

he lets out a chuckle and says "so needy hm? don't worry I'll have my cock buried deep inside of you in a few"

you laid there impatiently as the need for him grew. it left your core throbbing just by the thought of it. he finally stopped teasing you, and slowly put the tip in. he pushed all the way in. but stopped once he was fully in to give you time to adjust to his size.

you start to whimper as the need for him to move throbbed. you gave him a nod signaling him to move, which he proceeded to do.

“fuck ma, you feel so good. my cock fitting nicely in your tight pussy”

“chris please, i need you so badly right now. please stop teasing me. i-i can’t “

he slowly pulled out half way and slammed back into your hips at a godly pace. your back began to arch against the seat. he ended up towering over you, as you watched his chain swing back and forth. his facial expressions made your core clench.

“holy shit baby , ima cum if you keep on clenching around me like that” he groans as his pace gets sloppier

he doesn’t want to finish so early. so he tries to hold it as much as he can. he looked down at you as your moans start to grow louder. letting him know you’re closer to your climax than he thought. your eyes started to roll back, and your legs started to shake. this sight alone could make him cum on the spot.

“i-im almost there. don’t stop, please don’t stop” you whine

“you like the way im filling you up baby? so good for me, and taking me so well” he moans

it’s not long until you’re about to cum when he says “hold it for me. i’m almost there”

it started to become too much, the fast pace thrusts, the pet names, and him in general. you needed to cum as soon as possible. right before you tell him that it’s becoming too much he shouts out ‘fuck’ and tells you to cum with him. your legs tremble, and you began to feel tired.

“hey ma, you okay?” he says with concern in his voice

“i’m okay chris. but thank you” you whisper softly

he gives you a kiss on the forehead and cleans you up with some napkins he had in the side of his door. he gently lifts you up to help you put your clothes back on, and offers to take you out to eat before dropping you off at home.

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 😭. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!

-𝐚𝐫𝐢 🤍

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #ao3 #my writing #reading #sturniolo smut #fanfic #sturniolo

[angelstate]

(Don't) Say You're Sorry, Please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem! reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: harsh argument, cursing, mention of alcohol and reader getting drunk, explicit emotions, symptoms of mental illness.

Summary: you and peter were no longer happy, it took a big fight, harsh words and some time apart to realize how much love you felt for one another.

Words: 3k!

you didn't know how it got to this point, when the calmness of a silly discussion turned into a heated argument and a silent competition of who could scream harder horrible things to the other.

It got to the point where you had been crying for so long it was hard to breath and your eyes sting every time you blinked, it felt as if your stuck in the middle of a panic attack and couldn't get out of it no matter what you tried to do.

You didn't even remember when everything went wrong and you ended up here, it was like all your memories had been swept away and now there was a recognizable emptiness that the both of you shared.

you knew everything but could remember nothing.

you didn't had what it took to fight like this with Peter. You didn't have the voice, the feelings or the calculated thoughts to defend yourself.

You threw weak attempts of calming the situation but nothing worked so you let the venom that was boiling in your chest spill over and make you say things you would regret.

The love was long forgotten.

"just shut the fuck up, peter! for once in your fucking life shut the fuck up. You aren't the voice of truth all the fucking time, sometimes you are in the wrong, get over it for fucks sake!" You screamed at him and pulled your hair in an attempt to let out some of the anger you felt.

"i should shut up?! You're the one who acts like a fucking bitch all the goddamn time. You are fucking insufferable, i swear to god sometimes i can't fucking understand why i even put up with your shit!" peter screamed back at you, he was pointing at you the entire time. blaming you for this.

"you put up with my shit?! I'm the one who has a fucking super hero for a boyfriend. If anyone is putting up with shit is fucking me!! You always get hurt and put yourself in danger. you run to saves stranger from small fucking crimes, but who takes care of me?! You love playing hero but always end up getting hurt, What is going to take for you to realize that you are not prepared to save anyone!!" You screamed as loud as you could everything that came to your mind.

You were so done with this shit, with the argument, with the super hero bullshit. It was draining, being there to help peter get healthy every time he got hurt stopped being out of love but obligation.

While he took care of the city you were left to take care of him, but who was making the time to take care of you? Nobody. Nobody was taking care of you.

"i'm not prepared?! I have saved the world more than once! I've gone through hell trying to keep everyone save!! Im more than capable of saving people from small shitty crimes!" peter said trough gritted teeth.

"then why, tell why the fuck you can never help me?! Why you can never save me?! Am i not worth your stupid help!!?" you felt tears starting to leave your eyes harder than ever.

You knew that there was no way you could ever recover from this fight and be like you were before; this was a breaking point that was long time coming in the relationship.

"i don't help you?! every second that I'm not being spiderman im by your side fucking teaching you to not fuck up like you always do!" Peter screamed and raised his hand, closed his fist before letting his arm fall back down.

"you are so full of shit" this time you didn't shouted, your voice was trembling and soft, your throat wasn't prepared for any more screaming.

"you are so full of shit, Parker. we are never together, if you're not being spiderman you're busy doing shit to get better at being a super hero. You are never here for me. Im sorry that when i see you after a long time i want to tell you how my life has been. Im so fucking sorry i want you to be here for me." Your eyes filled with tears again your vision was blurry because of it but you didn't let any more tears fall. This wasn't worth the pain.

"im full of shit for being a super hero? Im so sorry if I'm not here because im saving people's life. I have so much shit going on that the last thing i wanna hear is more problems you want me to fix. I am so fucking sorry i can't fix your fucking life, you won't believe how much bigger problems i have to deal with outside of this fucking room" peter spoke his voice was stern.

In that moment, you realized something. You weren't his first priority. You weren't even on the list of things he worried about.

Why were you still here with him? Why haven't you walked away from a place you clearly weren't wanted in?

You loved peter so much to the point you forgot that he should love you too to be together.

"i think we need a break from each other" you whispered and rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tears.

Silence.

Peter didn't said nothing, just stood in the middle of your room looking completely lost. his eyes for the first time tonight filled with tears and his lower lip quivered in what you could only describe as pure sorrow.

"you don't mean that" peter said and tried to get close to you but you took a step back and embraced yourself.

"it's for the best, peter." you reassured him. it was really for the best. This time it had gotten too far to not notice the two of you needed space.

"no no no, I'm sorry, ok? Im really sorry. Please don't break up with me" peter pleaded.

"don't say you're sorry, please. we just need some time alone." you hugged peter one last time.

"we'll fix this, right?" Peter whispered in your ear and tighten his hold on you. It was so hard to let go.

you couldn't respond, no didn't knew if this could be fixed.

peter just took in your silence and kissed you for the last time, just way to promise to not let the relationship die tonight.

___________

Three weeks had passed since the fight.

thinking back to that night felt like a dream, you could feel the guilt of everything you said weight heavier and heavier every day.

You regretted everything you said, every word you let out that night. you may have ruined one of the only good things in your life out of pure selfishness.

peter and you rarely talked, there was nothing to say, no. There was too much to say and that scared the both of you. what if one you had realized the relationship was going to be fixable?

The fear was ingrained in the both of your minds, both of you suffering because of the same fear.

"how is she?" Peter asked mj, who was concentrated eating her lunch.

"your ex girlfriend?" Mj said sarcastically and looked at peter with boredom.

"we didn't broke up" peter said quickly, the title of ex girlfriend made his heart clench in pain.

"she's sad and doesn't look good at all, Parker" she said honestly and looked at her food before continuing.

"if your dumbass checked on her you would know that" she said and took a bite of a mini carrot.

"we are taking some time apart" peter defend himself, it was true but that wasn't the reason he checked up on you. He was scared of seeing what the decision made to you.

He had shattered since that night, crying anytime he was left alone with his thoughts. He feared to see you in a worst condition than he was. Scared to see how his words bruised you.

"yeah? maybe try spend a life time apart because you don't want to see how you left her, Parker." Mj said in bitterness, you were her best friend and seeing you in pain because of him didn't sat right with her. She understood the situation but would always make the people that hurt you hurt too.

Peter just sat there, looking worried and sad.

You were feeling like shit, every inch of your mind was filled with sadness and your body reflected your state of mind so clearly it was embarrassing to go out looking like the human version of sadness.

right now, you were in one of the stalls of the girls bathroom, trying to eat your lunch but you had no appetite, you stopped feeling hungry two weeks ago.

You couldn't eat, so you took supplements like candy, trying to keep your body healthy but it didn't worked. You lost weight and looked pale.

But it didn't really mattered, nothing felt like it mattered. In your mind, you had no reason whatsoever to care about yourself or anything at all.

_____________

It was Friday night and you were drunk as fuck. not in a party, just in the solitude of your living room, lit cigarette in hand and a tall glass filled all the way with pure vodka.

the tv was on, the movie 'The perks of being a Wallflower' playing but the sound acting as a background noise because all your attention was on your phone, waiting for a message from him to pop up.

How much you wished you had the courage to message him first.

You took a big sip from the glass and felt the familiar warm spread in your chest, your empty stomach had been suffering all day and now was experiment the harshest treatment you had ever put it through.

Not even in your high school years you were careless enough to not eat anything before drinking strong alcohol.

"say you're sorry, please?" you whispered to yourself, trying to force yourself to call him, to admit your mistakes and beg for forgiveness.

You spend two hours staring at your phone, all the vodka in you glass had already disappeared and the entire bottle followed soon after; before you even realize it

"I'll say I'm sorry, please forgive me..." you whispered and pressed to call peter. you put the call on speaker and held your phone close to your mouth.

You had your knees to your chest and had wrapped a blanket around yourself, trying to stay calm and collected.

"hello?" Peter answered the call.

"hi...pete" you said, voice dripping evidence of your drunken state.

"how are you, y/n?" he asked and you heard how he sat on his bed from the way the springs made a uncomfortable sound.

"i'm.. I'm drunk" you admitted and laughed a little.

"I, I really wanted to talk to you, pete." you're voice broke, and your eyes glossed over with tears.

"I wanted to talk to you too, flower" the pet name made your heart clench.

"really?" you asked, your tone filled with the warm that the pet name created in your soul.

"yeah, i was thinking about you, i used my telepathic powers and you called" he joked and you giggled.

"thanks for using your powers, pete" you took a deep breath.

"i called because i want to tell you something" you said and heard how peter took a deep breath.

"tell me, flower. Im all ears" he spoke sweetly, so sweetly you felt your heart clench again.

"i just, i wanted to tell you that i'm sorry, i'm really sorry about everything i said when we were fighting." you took a pause and to stop the tears from falling.

"i don't 'up with you', i honestly don't even know why i said that. you are amazing to be around and i was wrong for saying differently. you're a great super hero and the fact that you put yourself in danger and get hurt just to save other people is admirable. You're more than prepared to be the biggest super hero the world has known" you let out a shaky breath, your eyes betrayed you and multiple tears fell from your eyes.

"and you're right, you do help me to not do stupid things. I just...i just feel like i'm not worth it enough of more attention than the one you give me to save me from my stupidity."

"and lastly, you're not full of shit. That's me, not you. I know you have bigger problems than giving me attention just because i feel like im entitled to your time. I feel really guilty for everything i said. Forgive me, please?" You finished speaking.

Peter was speechless, and his heart already broken heart, ended breaking completely when you bed for his forgiveness.

You beg him for forgiveness? how could you feel sorry for saying the things he needed to hear to wake up and realize he wasn't a good boyfriend? You opened his eyes when you spoke up about how abandoned you felt because of him never being there for you.

If anyone should apologize was him.

"flower..." Peter sighed.

"yes?" You responded, voice shaky and anxious.

"I'm sorry for everything i said too. I shouldn't have called you a bitch. You're not insufferable, your the sweetest and loveliest person i have ever met. i'm grateful that i have you in my life."

"and you're right about me never being there to give you anything other than help, i love you and i thought that just because you knew that i didn't have to remind you every day. you have all the right to tell me how you feel or what you're going through and i should always be there to hear you. I know that you don't want me to fix your life or your problems. You only wanted to be heard but i didn't care to listen at the time."

"thanks for believing I'm a great super hero and I'm sorry that I've been saving people without thinking about how me getting hurt so much and running to you to heal me affected you. I've been selfish in our relationship just because i wanted to be selfless and save people. Forgive me, please"

Peter asked and you took a deep breath.

"if i forgive you will you forgive me too?" you asked back, you also wanted to be forgiven.

"of course, flower" peter answered and your heart skipped a beat.

"then, i forgive you, pete." you said and felt a smile forming on your face.

"i forgive you too, flower." Peter smiled too.

All the weight you have been carrying on your shoulders was lifted just like the light on your soul, you could finally live again. No more sorrow and pain.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" You asked with hope.

"yeah, we'll see each other tomorrow" peter made the plan of showing up at your apartment tomorrow, make everything right and give you all the affection and time you deserved.

______________

(a few months later)

you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, wrapped up in blankets and softly breathing. It was spring break and you have spent all day cleaning so you were having your well deserved rest.

that was until you starting hearing something hitting your window, being a light sleeper you woke up almost immediately, you checked the time on you phone '01:23am'

Still being half asleep you didn't even thought about what who hitting against your window because it was obvious, you stood up, walked over to the window, opened it and turned around to lie down again in your bed.

"hi baby" you said when you were back in your bed, this time your back against the wall to give peter space to lay down with you.

"hi flower" peter pressed the spider in the middle of his suit making loose and fall of his body.

He picked up the hoodie that was on your desk and put it on before laying down beside you, almost instantly he hugged you and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you while one of your arms wrapped around his next. Your free hand started caressing his hair sofly.

"how was night patrol?" you asked, your eyelids already closing in tiredness.

"it was calm, i just helped a few drunk guys get home" peter said and rubbing your back, drawing random shapes with his fingers.

"that's good" you whispered.

"go to sleep, flower." peter whispered against your ear and tighten his hold on your waist making you be totally pressed against him, your face in the crook of his neck.

"goodnight spidey" was the last thing you said before falling asleep.

"goodnight flower, i love you" peter kissed the top of your head before falling asleep too.

The both of you finally being the happy couple you deserved to be. The love you felt for each other was no longer forgotten in the pain of misunderstood emotions, now it was more alive than ever, burning and keeping you warm and safe from all the sorrow you had to go through to be happy with peter again.

Everything was fixed and was better than the first time you started to love each other.

There was no longer pain, just peace and the comfortable bed of love the both of you slept in for the rest of your life.

How beautiful it was to love Peter, forever save in his arms.

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #spiderman fic #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff

[doumadono]

Hello. Your comforting stories have been incredibly helpful to me and they are so well-written. I'm wondering if it would be possible to request a piece (emergency request) that deals with anxiety and panic attacks. If this topic isn't suitable for you, please feel free to ignore this request. I'm looking for a scenario involving either Midoriya or Kirishima or Bakugou or Hawks providing support to their significant other during a panic attack caused by a triggering friend. Lately, there have been numerous triggers around me, especially from people I care about, which has led me to have anxious breakdowns. I'm really in need of some support. Could you write a piece that's heartwarmingly sweet and focuses on distracting the significant other from negative thoughts? Thank you in advance. You dedicate so much of your time to us readers, always displaying incredible kindness. I'd love to be your friend

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you've been facing such challenging times lately. Dealing with triggers, especially from people you care about, can be incredibly tough and overwhelming. Remember that you're not alone in this. Be kind to yourself and take things one step at a time. You're resilient, and brighter days are ahead. Also, feel free to reach out to me - I'm so willing to make new friends!

MASTERLIST

Kirishima

You were having a panic attack triggered by an encounter with a friend who reminded you of a traumatic event. Amidst the turmoil of your panic attack, a strong yet gentle arm slipped around your shoulders. Kirishima's familiar presence was comforting, and his voice held a reassuring warmth. "Hey, you're not alone in this struggle. I've got your back, just like we've always had each other's. Don't pay too much attention to that encounter." His words carried a sense of camaraderie that only someone like Kirishima could provide.

"I-I can't do this, Eijiro…" You whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks.

As you clung to him, he squeezed your shoulder gently. "Remember that time we pushed through during training? We took on tough challenges, faced our fears, and came out even stronger. This is no different. We'll face it together." His eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of determination and empathy shining within them. "Instead of letting those negative thoughts control you, let's focus on something positive. How about we plan our next fun outing? Maybe ice cream and a movie marathon?"

His suggestion was genuine, and you couldn't help but smile through the residual unease. His unwavering support was a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of your turmoil. With Kirishima by your side, you felt stronger, just like when you faced challenges together as friends and partners.

Bakugo

You experienced a panic attack due to a triggering encounter with an old friend who was very unkind to you, saying a lot of wry words. In the midst of your anxious breakdown, a fiery presence seemed to engulf you. Bakugo, surprisingly, knelt down in front of you. His usually intense gaze softened, revealing a concern you hadn't expected.

"I-I can't breathe, Katsuki…" You whined, choking on your own tears.

"Tch, don't let that damn idiot mess with your head. You're stronger than that crap." His hand cupped your cheek, his touch both unexpected and oddly comforting. "Think of a time when you kicked ass. Remind yourself who you are — someone who won't back down."

His voice, though still intense, held an unexpected gentleness. "I've seen you push through tough situations. You're resilient as hell." He leaned in slightly, his brows furrowed. "Now, let's do something to distract your mind. How about watching some sweet, stupid videos online? You like them. They won't be as spectacular as my explosions, obviously, but they might help get your mind off those thoughts for a while, nerd. Oh, and say just a word and I'll fucking blow them up. Understood?"

It wasn't the comfort you were used to, but it was genuine and uniquely Bakugo. He might not show it like others, but he cared. And in his own way, he was trying to help you weather this storm of anxiety.

Hawks

You were in the middle of a panic attack triggered by an unsettling conversation with an old friend of yours. As your panic attack gripped you, a calming presence settled beside you. Hawks knelt down, his wings spreading slightly as if to shield you from the outside world. His eyes held an empathetic understanding, a silent assurance that he was here for you.

"I can't think straight, Hawks…" You admitted.

"You know, you've got wings too," he said suddenly, his fingers brushing your hair back gently. "Not the literal ones, but the strength to rise above this situation."

His soothing voice carried a sense of calm, and his touch was comforting in its gentleness. "Let's focus on something else. Imagine we're soaring above the clouds, leaving those negative thoughts far behind." Hawks' wings unfurled gently, their red feathers cascading like a protective cocoon. With a tender and understanding expression, he moved closer, his wings slowly enveloping you in their warmth. The soft rustling of feathers created a soothing rhythm, and the delicate touch of his feathers against your skin brought a sense of comfort.

Amidst the chaos, he offered a moment of serenity, reminding you that you were not alone in this battle.

Midoriya

You were caught in a panic attack after a distressing interaction with a triggering friend that hurt you previously. While you were enveloped by your anxious breakdown, a gentle smile greeted you as Midoriya sat down in front of you. His kind eyes held an understanding that only someone who had battled their inner demons could offer.

"I-I feel so useless, Izuku," you whispered.

"I know how it feels to battle your own mind and unpleasant situations," he said softly, his voice holding the same compassion he showed during his hero acts. "But remember, you're not alone."

His hand found yours, his touch warm and reassuring. "Instead of letting those negative thoughts consume you, let's reminisce about the times we've laughed till our sides hurt. Those are the moments worth fighting for, right?"

He wasn't just offering comfort; he was sharing a piece of his own resilience and reminding you that you possessed the strength to overcome these challenges.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bnha x reader #hawks x you #hawks fluff #keigo takami x you #mha hcs #mha x reader #kirishima bnha #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima fluff #emergency request #divider by cafekitsune #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya #mha midoriya #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #midoriya fluff #mha fluff

[marchsfreakshow]

Loving The Fool [Dandy Mott]

Small bit of angst :) fluff ending because I'm a softie

Despite not being 'a freak', Elsa likes to let you stay at the Freakshow as long as you clean up after shows and help cook. Dandy always comes after hours to come see you even though you protest.

Guys I can't lie I've been thinking about this idea for a while.. Dandy trying to convince you to move in </3

I use y/n like once or twice lol.

No one's perspective

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Dandy was a fool.

Such a fool.

Loving someone in the Freakshow?

Not particularly unheard of for the spoilt brat, but still a shock.

Bette and Dot were your best friends. You'd always go to them with an issue or just to spend your free time with them. Recently they told you about their experience with Dandy Mott. Wait Dandy? That name sounded so familiar. "He is a rich man, his family is one of the most powerful. I wouldn't be surprised that you've heard of him before." Dot added, shaking her head slightly.

"no, I think they know the name from something else." Bette sighed, looking slightly concerned at you. It was true, your mind was thinking about where else you could've known that name before. Oh to hell with it. You were thinking exactly of Dandy. You were thinking of every single day on the outskirts of the land, holding you close, kissing every exposed part of your skin in the dead of night. At this point, you were addicted to his touches. "Hey Y/N, you're just zoning out."

"Oh. Oh, sorry. Um, yeah I think I've heard of Dandy." You muttered, brushing off your lewd thoughts of him. Bette gave you a lingering look.

Both the girls sighed at you, almost being able to tell what you were thinking. But the three of you didn't say anything for a while. "...Be careful there okay?" Bette mumbled as they got up, and left you alone. What on earth had you gotten into?

Hours passed, and you were sweeping the stage of confetti, lost in your own thoughts again. Was Dandy going to come to see you tonight? Should you tell him to leave you alone tonight? Fuck it was so confusing. Did he want the same for you as he did for Bette and Dot? The sound of sweeping stopped as you were frozen in place. "Lost again daydreamer?" Jimmy's voice rang out from the side, bringing you out of your wonders. "You doing okay?"

A shrug left as an answer, finishing off the sweeping quickly. Mentioning your conversation with the girls probably would've brought more bad than good so it was shrugged off. "Fine.."

Letting out a small sigh, Jimmy took the broom off you and stood in front of you. "Not good enough. Something's on your mind. You feelin' left out again? You've been here long enough to practically be family." He chuckled. It was an attempt to reassure you, and it worked slightly. You definitely were family to everyone, you'd been at the Freakshow long enough. Just, maybe not enough for your wandering mind.

"it's.. something outside the freakshow Jim."

"oh?" He questioned, sitting on one of the seats by the stage, almost intrigued by your words.

"I uh...I dunno." You scratched at the nape of your neck and sat on the edge of the stage. "It's a difficult talk Jimmy, and I might be hated for it. Shun...shunned from here."

Jimmy shook his head and rubbed your knee as a comfort. "Talk to me, daydreamer."

"...it's uh..." You started, giving another sigh. "It's Dandy.." the name came out as a whisper and as you bit your nails, you gave a little look to Jimmy.

"D-dandy? Him? Has he done something to you?" His voice raised, full of concern and worry. It felt wrong to be talking to someone about the ideas you had in your head. So many worries that you'd be cast aside from your found family, just for liking and giving a kiss to the enemy. Sweetly kissing the anger he felt away, and making sure to park his car far from the Freakshow so he couldn't get caught whilst everyone was asleep.

"No, no it's not a situation like with Bette and Dot." You shook your head and Jimmy just nodded, silently thanking god that Dandy didn't want to keep you. "It's just...I like him, Jimmy. And, it feels really fucking wrong."

A few minutes of silence passed before he moved to sit next to you and gave you a side hug. Did he not know how else to respond or was he about to soften the blow? Every second of silence that passed made the air thicker, and the thoughts rushed this way and that way past you. You were about to get kicked weren't you? "Nothing wrong with a crush, daydreamer. But, you know you gotta be careful there."

"Bette already told me that...I know."

"you're lucky he doesn't come around that often anymore." Jimmy sighs again, rubbing the side of his head a bit. Absolute lie, and you knew it. Dandy was making you sit on his lap evening after evening. Looking out over the lake, resisting the urge to take you right then and there. You felt like a jester. An absolute fool in love with the wrong person.

"I'm sorry Jimmy. I'm sorry..." A sniffle left you as you rested on Jimmy's shoulder. Apology after apology, and nothing but shushes and rubs on your back.

"It's alright, it's alright.." Repetition of comforts and reassurance, and it worked slightly. Sure Bette, Dot and Jimmy were okay with your 'crush' but it was Elsa you were worried about. A chance at a better life? Take it. Take it now. That's what she would think anyway. "... you're worried about Elsa aren't you?"

A nod. "It's just a crush daydreamer. Elsa can't do anything about a crush, besides, not everyone needs to know about it." Jimmy stood up and held your hands so you were also standing. But you looked down at the ground, an overheard of thoughts clouding everything. "Go sit by the river for a little yeah? Maybe that'll calm you."

"yeah. Maybe." Reluctantly, you agreed. Jimmy lead you out of the tent, an evening sun immediately blinding you. Both of you were walking slowly, the sun's warmth making you feel a bit better. The lake was shimmering with every small wave that happened. In the back of your head, a wish you made was that you'd love to be with Dandy in front of this lake, instead of Jimmy. It was too romantic looking for you to be here with someone who felt like your brother.

"alright. You gonna be okay here for a bit?"

"yeah I'll be okay don't worry." The reeds almost hid you as you sat cross-legged by the water. A hum as a response, and then Jimmy headed back towards his own caravan.

Only a few minutes passed before you felt a hand on your head. Looking up, you cringed as the sun hid the face. "Why are you out here on your own?" Ah, Dandy.

"just needed a moment."

"you can stop having a moment now. I'm here." Dandy mentioned dryly, sitting by you. As soon as he sat next to you, the brat placed you on his lap. "that's better isn't it?"

"Dandy. It's not nighttime."

"I don't care."

"People will see! Elsa will see!" You argued, getting off his lap and standing up. Dusting off your clothes, you nervously looked around, worried someone might see you two from a while away. It was still light out, and you had plenty of worries.

"I'm tired of coming to see you at night time!! I want to see you during the day!" Dandy stood up too, stomping his foot and raising your voice. Now you really were worried about people seeing you. While you were used to his antics at this point, it only worried you now since any of the freaks could hear the two of you. "I need you to move in."

"Dandy...What are you doing here?" Dot asked. Ah, just the people you needed right now...

"It's fine Dot. It's fine." You weren't very convincing. Your voice was shaky and laced with worry. Your eyes were darting around, looking for maybe another onlooker. In the background of your panic, Dot started arguing with Dandy. But it was muffled. Everything was muffled. So muffled you didn't hear Bette calling for you as you ran. Flight or fight? Flight. Running like a cheetah.

Stopping in Elsa's tent. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, you were her favourite at the moment. Catching your breath, you sat on one of the small couches. You were now a nervous wreck, convinced everyone knew you were secretly dating Dandy. Realistically only Bette, Dot and Jimmy know. They intended to keep it that way. Sure they all hated Dandy, but they were closest to you and only had your best interests at heart.

Your name was called after about half an hour of quiet worry and calming down. Your head shot up. Dandy stood there like the man-child he was. Arm resting on the other nervously, feet posed inwards a bit. And, a black eye appearing? Oh god. "Oh, Dandy..." Despite how upset you were at him, you could never turn anyone with an injury away. The black eye just overtook everything in your head. "You're such a fool.." The whisper escaped you as you examined the damage. You were lost in it as Dandy admired your own eyes and face. Eyes puffy from tears flowing. Face red from the...well crying.

"Why do you always think you need to stay here.? I can give you a much better life." He quietly mentioned, now avoiding your heartbroken gaze. You thought about it for a while. No matter what, the response was sure to upset him.

With a sigh you replied, "I've been here for as long as I can remember darling. living anywhere but here? It's not something I can ever imagine. I'm..I'm sorry Dandy." Sheepishly, you looked up to him as he wrapped his hands around your torso. He wanted to argue again. He has everything! Why shouldn't you be able to drop everything and go to his place with him? You're good at cooking, you'd be able to help Dora.

"...how about $500? Every month." His face scrunched up a little as he replied, obviously this was the best solution he could find. "And you take that money to buy food for the other freaks."

500 dollars? Every month? That counted up to more than you could imagine in a year. "500? Oh my... Dandy.."

"$750 then."

You shushed him. And placed your finger to his lips to shut him up for a second. "Darling that sounds like so much, I could never imagine what we would do with that much. We don't even make that much in 2 months!" It overwhelmed you again, and when you retracted your hand from Dandy's mouth he picked you up and hugged you close.

"I will give you as much as you need." Well he wasn't gonna shut up until you accepted so he tried the best thing you could. Still being held by the man child, you kissed him. A long kiss that kept him shut up for a while even after you pulled away from him.

"...i'll think about it darling."

"You should. It'll help you."

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Tag: @slvt4jamesmarch @coentinim @briaroftheroses @fear-is-truth @doll3tt33 @babygorewhore @newwavesylviaplath

#ahs #american horror story #ahs Freakshow #american horror story freakshow #Dandy Mott #dandy mott x reader #dandy mott #dandy mott x you #finn wittrock #finn wittrock x reader #ahs imagine #Freakshow #ahs freakshow

[moa-broke-me]

@yonemurishiroku so I'm pretty sure there was this post you made a few months ago asking for ideas on what to write, I responded with something like "Nico helps Percy escape an abusive situation that he's to scared to tell his mom about because he doesn't want her to be disappointed in him (even though she'd never react that way irl), anyway, found a post that goes with it so I wrote it myself, here!

(prologue by @imaginejercy, tw for rape)

Percy thought Jason was better than his father. 

He dared to hope that the son of Jupiter would accept the refusal and accept it, find himself another girl or boyfriend. 

But...

the hands on his wrists were firm and confident, someone else's knee rested between his forcibly spread legs, electric blue eyes shone with cold-blooded confidence.

— Hush, Perce, — soft lips gently touched his neck, goosebumps ran over his skin, — I will be gentle and affectionate, you will enjoy it if you don't resist and scream.

a few hours later, Percy is left lying on the floor with pain throbbing all over his body, painted skin and dried blood on his thighs.

Jason even kissed him and covered with his toga.

clutching the purple cloth to his chest, Percy burst into tears. 

truly the son of his father.

Percy never should've asked Jason to be his roommate.

It was months ago that this happened. Percy had just gotten dumped and started to date Jason, more out of desperation to be loved again than out of genuine attraction, though that was there too.

Percy quickly saw a side to Jason that he didn't like seeing. One that set alarm bells off.

He tried to get away- he tried.

And then...

So now, he had to deal with not just a breakup, but all of this trauma, both new and old.

This morning, his rapist was cooking eggs, and he was staring out the window, totally blank. He couldn't go to class today, he just couldn't. But he'd been feeling that way ever since that night, and he couldn't just drop out. So he pushed himself through.

He decided to go out through the other door, the one that didn't require him to pass by Jason in the kitchen, and potentially have to hear his voice. He sounded so nice, and Percy hated it. Ever since that incident, he's just acted perfectly normal, acted like it never even happened. It convinced Percy even further that nobody would believe him if he said anything. Because how could Jason, sweet, polite, lovable Jason... New Rome's former Praetor... The boy who took down Othrys...

Rape someone?

Especially someone as uncontrollable as Percy?

He was starting to wonder if he'd made it up himself. It was so...

Out of the blue.

And that's how he felt. Out of blue, out of the thing that makes him himself.

Empty.

Empty, like the printer Jason had thrown at him just a few days prior to the incident.

He can still remember his words. "I've told you over and over and over again, and you still haven't gone to get more ink, you fucking idiot! Do you want both of us to fail!? Just flunk out and work at a drive-through for the rest of our lives, is that what you fucking want!?"

He missed, but the printer hit the TV, and Jason got angry about that too.

That was when he decided they were breaking up.

So, maybe the assault wasn't as surprising as he thought.

Percy was walking aimlessly around campus, oblivious to everything around him, when suddenly he felt his body collide with the sidewalk, and saw his vision go black.

When he came to, everything still sounded like it was underwater, but he could see Nico standing above him. He was on his back, a position that still hurt sometimes thanks to that brutal, tear-filled night.

"Percy?" Nico asked. "You... You fainted, are you alright?"

Percy wanted to just say yes, get up, and move on. He really did. But he was so worn down, every night he had nightmares, about Tartarus, about Jason, about Gabe... He got maybe an hour and a half tonight, and that was lucky. And eating wasn't any better, he sometimes went two or three days without eating anything and not even notice, because he was so disconnected from his body. And Jason is the only one who knows how to cook, so when Percy does eat, it's usually just a bag of chips or something, because there's no way in hell he's eating anything Jason made. When was the last time he even showered?

Nico put his hand on Percy's wrist, now thin, with bones jutting out, from months of this routine. "... Are you ok?" He asked again, softer this time.

And Percy burst into tears.

(I'll probably do a part two lol)

#percico #pjo #tw rape

[dontbesadsanaexist]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

Jihyo x fem!reader

Warning: angst

Word count: 940

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"I like you."

Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips curved into a smile. "Me?" A few meters away from both of us we could hear loud voices and laughs, indicating that the others haven't left yet.

It wasn't supposed to be like that.

Yeah, I didn't want to say it in front of the school gate, where everybody could hear me. If I would've known what she was going to say I would've keep this to myself, and kept daydreaming about something that is never going to happen. But the temptation to even try something was to high.

So I waited.

After the drama class when everybody was leaving to go home. It was winter. As a result the night came quickly, and we had, for only lights outside, the bright glow of the street lamps.

Even though Chaeyoung was with me, I still felt my hands trembling, the hands I previously put in my pocket to warm myself.

She was the last one to passed the metal gate. Her bike by her side, she walked towards me and Chaeyoung, thinking we would do the ride home together as always.

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

Chaeyoung gave me a look that said everything. She was the one that has always encouraged me to confess. Coward as I am, that idea never crossed my mind. Until she brought it up one day, and it didn't seem to leave her head since then.

Her feet gave a small push on my leg to get me to talk.

"I- Can we go, like, far from the others? I don't want them to hear."

"Sorry, my parents expect me to be home in 15 minutes. Just tell me, they can't hear you from here."

That's right, she didn't know so of course she didn't expect it to be such a big deal.

Chaeyoung saw my nervousness. And as a good friend she is, she decided to spoke up for me.

"She likes a girl but she's too shy to tell you."

...What ?

My brain took some time to comprehend the information just as I heard jihyo giggle.

"It's just that? Who is it?"

I look up at Chaeyoung to ask some help but she just pushed me more to tell her.

"Come on, just say it."

A big sigh left past my lips as I played with my fingers. My eyes didn't dare to look into her owns. I thought that maybe, I was going to fall into some trance that I couldn't escape, like every time I stare at her.

"The person... is you."

"Me ? Really?"

I wasn't expecting such a quick response. When my eyes met hers she had that sort of glow in them, as if I just gave her the gift she'd always wanted.

The warmth at my side left as Chaeyoung grab her bag from the floor and put it on her shoulder.

"Finally, I'll leave you both alone now."

Son Chaeyoung what the fuck were you doing?!

That's what I wanted to say, but my lips where already sealed from the confession. My heart was beating loudly in my chest now that I was left with my long time crush. And by long time I mean 2 years.

I heard the sound of a bike's wheel moving. Jihyo was walking slowly, as if she was signaling me to follow her. The first seconds were an awkward silence. Until she broke it.

"How long has it been?"

"Two years, maybe? I mean, I've realized this year but.. Yeah it's been two years."

She let out a nervous chuckle and looked at me.

"Sorry, you know I'm het-"

"I know."

She nodded her head and kept her gaze on the floor.

"But I've already crushed on a girl, Sana, I think Chaeyoung already told you."

Yeah, you even kissed her. How is that suppose to be considered straight?

"I know that too."

She smiled as if it was going to save her from this embarrassing situation. We walked a bit more until it was time to go separate ways. Before I could turn my back she stopped me.

"You know, I'm happy that you told me."

I just hummed and turned away from her, ashamed of myself. I was so focused on wiping my wet cheeks that I didn't hear her shouting my name.

A buzz in my pocket brought me out of my thought. The screen lighted my face in the dark. It was a message.

-'Did Chaeyoung forced you to tell me?'

-'... A bit?'

I didn't lie. She was the one who would always come up with the idea that she was going to love me back, just like she loved Sana. My hope obviously covered my rational thoughts, and the stupid part of my brain showed up.

-'I've already told you this but, I'm really happy that you told me :)'

She is lying, even that little emoji at the end couldn't hide it. I know she is feigning happiness. She was everything but happy. I know that if she could, she would have change class, and even country. I must disgust her so much, it's okay, I disgust myself too.

I let her message on seen as I put my phone back to my pocket. The bus was coming in 4 minutes, which left me enough time to cry without people judging me from afar.

But I didn't let my tears fall down again. It was my fault. I shouldn't have imagined such things with her. Romantic dates, movies... God I was so stupid. I knew how it was going to happen.

I look up at the sky, a cold breeze raised some of my hair. When I think about it, it was at this moment that the lights in the dark blue sky turned off, as if the stars had stopped shining.

Yeah, I knew all of this,

But why does it still hurt?

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It's quite small, but I really waited to publish something.

Hope you like it :)

(You can cry, I'll cry with you)

#Twice #Jihyo #Fluff #Angst #Chaeyoung #Twice imagines #Twice angst #Twice x reader

[rougecreator1]

Can you do a Pam Miller from Totally Killer x Fem reader? Please, I don't care what it is because I can't find anything on the movie.

Drunk Girls Kiss||

i'm so happy someone requested from this movie, i gotchu.

|| Pam Miller x fem!reader

|| Warnings: swearing, house party, underage drinking, short drabble

|| Summary: Reader is best friends with the Mollys, specifically Pam Miller. What happens when they drink a little too much at a house party?

Requests open!

Started: April 21st

Finished: April 21st

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You were best friends with Pam Miller, you couldn't even remember how it all started but you've been friends with her, Tiffany, Heather and Marissa for years. Which meant you were definitely dragged along when they bullied people, you usually didn't make comments like they did.

Currently, the five of you were sitting at a table in the cafeteria. Just enjoying your lunch when that weird Jamie girl from "Prince Edward Island" walked over to your table.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" She looked at Pam, you raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Ew, gross no. Leave." Pam scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Jamie didn't listen. She sat down next to you, you moved closer to Pam and side eyed the blonde. Pam made a face of disgust at her and her hand wrapped around your wrist, almost protectively.

You guys were close. You couldn't explain it, but you always felt as though there was more between you two. You didn't know if you were just imagining it though. You hoped not, because you wanted more.

"So what's everyone doing after school?" Jamie asked, you glanced at Pam. There was a house party happening, but you were sure she wouldn't tell Jamie that.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Pam narrowed her eyes at her, Jamie seemed almost hurt by it but you couldn't tell.

"Oh...! No reason, just uh... wondering." Jamie smiled awkwardly, you rolled your eyes. Ugh, Canadians.

This is funny to me because I'm Canadian.

"You can leave now." Pam says as she looks at you, you stared at her in confusion." Not you, her. I'm obviously ignoring her." She continued when she saw your confused look. You relaxed at that.

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That night, at the party, you and Pam were hanging out on the couch. Both of you had a drink in your hands as you talked with each other. Smiling and laughing, drunk off your asses.

"Your smile is really pretty," Pam said suddenly, you looked at her and she was staring at you with a soft gaze. One so out of character that you were sure was brought on by the alcohol.

"Yeah?" You replied, leaning a little closer to her instinctively as your cheeks flushed. Your eyes went to your lips and hers went to yours.

"Yeah." She whispered back, taking your cup from your hand and setting it on the ground with her own. Her gaze never leaving you.

There was a pause before your lips met, feeling her soft lips move against your own as she laid back on the couch. You laid on top of her, hands rested on her waist as your eyes closed and you melted into each other.

You've wanted this for so long. You hoped your kiss told her that.

"What are you doing?! Mo- Pam!" You heard the familiar voice of Jamie shout, the two of you broke your kiss. Pam looking more annoyed than you as she looked at Jamie.

"Can you not? We're in the middle of something." Pam said.

"Absolutely not." Jamie shook her head and walked over, situating herself between the two of you. You were nearly shoved off the couch in the process, when Pam noticed she glared at Jamie.

"What the hell?!" She shouted.

Jamie looked at you with a look you couldn't understand.

"Sorry, but you'll thank me later." Jamie stated, looking at Pam.

Pam rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. Glancing down at your two cups which had fallen over and spilled out when Jamie joined you. She sighed," Great. Y/N/N, can you go get us new drinks?"

"Yeah, of course." You grumbled, not wanting to be around Jamie as you stood and walked to the kitchen. Thankful to be away from her.

You opened the fridge door and grabbed out two cans (you can decide whatever those would be). Thinking about what had happened before Jamie interrupted, a small smile on your lips.

Part of you wondered if that was just a one off experience. Drunk girls kiss each other all the time, right?

You hoped that it could be more than just a drunk kiss. You'd make a mental note to talk about it with Pam in the morning, if you even remembered.

#x reader #fem reader #canon x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #totally killer #totally killer x reader #pam miller #pam miller x reader #jamie hughes #pam miller x fem!reader

[navibluebees]

spider x wainfleet's daughter!reader where they are just chilling on the ship and pissing of their dads? <3

i know i've been MIA lately please forgive me

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akhsfdkfh there is nothing to forgive; I saw your posts that mentioned you might be away a bit. No worries & I hope things are okay now/ will be soon! 💜

I love this so much. They're the most stressed-out dads there's ever been. Also, this turned out a bit sappier than I expected. I figure you guys will pick up on it soon enough; if you request from me, you are extremely likely to get some kind of squishy moment in there. I am a softie and I need everyone to get the love they deserve. That is all. <3

You stumbled over the raised portion of the door between sections of the ship. Spider grabbed your arm and tugged you along, cackling as you got deeper in the ship. You dodged crewmen and wove through the rooms, leaving a trail of chaos behind. You shared a smile as you yanked him hard to the side, diving into a spot so small it only fit smaller humans. You crouched together, clinging tightly and trying not to burst into giggles.

Heavy footsteps stomped past your hiding place. They paused and with an exasperated sigh, went back the way they came. "Fucking kids," one of the recoms grumbled. Another one grunted in assent and you waited quietly until you couldn't hear anything more.

Spider was the first to crack, a laugh bubbling out of his lips as he met your eyes with a glimmer of mischief in his own. You squeezed his arm and relaxed a moment, breathing heavily.

You'd been so relieved to see a familiar face, having grown up around each other. Spider had spent most of his time with the Na'vi in the forest, but you'd shared classes together as the community rebuilt after the RDA was sent home. When the humans split at the return of the RDA, Spider had stayed with the forest and you were pulled in the other direction to what would become Bridgehead.

He leaned against you for a moment before he pulled away and smiled kindly. "My friend Kiri would like you a lot, I think."

You beamed, remembering the pictures Spider would draw of his friends in class, the blue stick figures always towering over him. "I hope I get the chance to meet her."

He nodded, quiet for a moment. "So.. how are you doing with all this?"

"Being on a ship or finding out my father is a giant blue cat-man?"

Spider snorted. "Both? I guess. I can say for sure I could have never anticipated this happening."

You bit your lip and nodded. "For sure. Yeah, I mean, at least we have our dads?" you said with a shrug.

You and Spider were in incredibly similar situations. His mother had passed when he was just a baby and yours had decided she didn't want to be a mom in the first place. One of your father's flings and she had convinced herself she was excited about having a baby. She just liked the idea until you were there and actually needed things from her. Supposedly she had gone back to Earth with the first crew and stayed there, refusing to come back for her daughter.

You paused a moment longer before saying, "It really sucks not knowing more about our parents. Like.. these guys have their memories. They remember our moms better than we do, for sure. But they're not really our dads? I dunno. It's just a lot to process."

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Spider still felt uncomfortable eating around the mass of humans at meal times, so you two had hunted for a better spot to eat. You had lucked out on the top level with a massive window seat to sit at and ate quietly, shoulders bumping together. When you'd finished, Spider set your trays on a shelf nearby and you curled up against him. It was reminiscent of the nap times you'd had when you were young. The two of you would always sprawl across each other's mats and at some point ended up flopped across the other one.

You watched the waves, brow furrowing with worry. Spider reached over and smoothed it out with his thumb as he gave you a knowing smile.

"KIDS!"

Your bodies flinched in unison, cringing as you turned to meet the extremely annoyed faces of your fathers. Quaritch's hands were on his hips, nostrils flaring wide and eyes slitted as he glared at you both. Your own dad's arms were crossed and you lifted your gaze to his and saw his frustration in his pursed lips.

Quaritch's finger pointed accusingly between the two of you. "You absolutely CAN NOT be running around here causing trouble for everyone! You need to stay where we say, when we say. This is not a place to be reckless!"

Your arms folded over your torso, protectively, as you tried to keep yourself put together. Navigating this new dynamic had been nothing short of awkward and even downright painful at times. Frustrated tears betrayed you as they slipped down your cheeks.

Your dad's arms relaxed slightly, glancing between the frustrated faces of the rest of your small group. He slapped his leader on the back, startling him. "Alright, alright. I think you made your point. The kids are going to listen from now on, right? Right?"

With a quick nod from you both, Quaritch snorted and spun on his heel to leave the room. Spider glanced between you and your dad before patting your arm reassuringly and taking off after his own recom father.

You turned your face away from your dad's, angrily swiping the tears away. The seat cushion dipped beside you and you tried to move farther away before an arm came around your shoulders. His hand came up to your chin so he could turn your face to his. He offered an awkward smile.

"I know this isn't easy. Not by any stretch of the imagination. But you and I.. I want to be able to know you. I know Colonel's got his tough love method and it works sometimes, but I don't think that's the way for you, is it?"

You fought more tears and shook your head, hanging it low to hide your face. He smiled at the top of your head and gently smoothed your stray hairs.

"It's not for me, either, I think. So, please. Stay where we know you guys will be safe. I don't want to lose you again. I can't. Especially not now that I know you. I'd like to be part of your life if you can accept that."

The moment stretched awkwardly between you before your hand shot out to grab his fingers. You gripped them tightly and he pulled loose from your hold for only a moment before sweeping you up in his arms and holding you tightly against his chest.

"Alright then, my girl. I've got you."

#lyle wainfleet #miles quaritch #spider socorro #avatar recoms #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar 2

[smartycvnt]

Back Where I Belong

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x Reader

Summary: You get reunited with Addison when Meredith calls her up to Seattle.

WC: 1034

"The love of your life is back in town and you decide to spend the day holed up in your office pretending to do paperwork. Do you see where the problem in this situation is?" Word around the hospital had been that Meredith called Addison in to help with something big, but you had hoped it wasn't true. You couldn't bear to face Addison when you knew that you couldn't have her. You couldn't let yourself fall into another trap with her. It had been hard enough to move from New York to Seattle to Los Angeles to New York to Seattle. You weren't moving your life around anymore, there wasn't anything you could get from anybody else that would convince you to do so. "Come on, go say hi to her. Preferrably before one of the other doctors lets her know where you are hiding."

"Tell her Amelia, it's not like she'll care to see me. We used to fuck around, it's not that serious," you lied. Amelia's face fell, not having realized that you really were still so hurt over everything that had happened. You were like a sister to Amelia, and all she wanted was to see you half as happy as the people that you helped. You had spent your adult life taking care of people, but never stopped to let anyone take care of you.

"Are you doing okay?" Amelia asked as she sat down on the corner of your desk. Truthfully, this had been a really hard week. Almost everywhere you went felt like a reminder of Mark or Derek or someone else who was no longer in your life. You wanted nothing more than to go back to the easier times whenever you had your brothers by your side and you were longing stealing glances at Addison while you tried using Amelia as a distraction. Amelia grabbed onto your hand and rubbed her finger over the spot where your engagement ring had once been. God, the two of you had been idiots thinking that marriage would have ever worked out between the two of you. In all honesty, you had gone into the engagement knowing that it was all for shits and giggles.

"I am perfectly fine, just tired. If I go see Addison, will you let me hide out here for the rest of the day?" you asked.

"That's fair. I will warn you, she looks very good." Amelia pulled you up onto your feet and guided you around the hospital until the two of you found Addison. She had her back turned to you while she talked to a group of doctors. Amelia gave you a reassuring smile before she pushed you forward. You stumbled on your feet and nearly crashed into Jo, luckily avoiding Addison's back. "Sorry Y/n!"

"Bitch," you muttered under your breath as you glanced back at Amelia. Sometimes your banter and fighting scared the other doctors on staff, but there truly wasn't anyone else you cared more about than Amelia. "Sorry about that, Amelia must have woken up in a mood today."

"That's fine. Dr. Wilson and I were just leaving actually. We are so busy, but you should stay here and talk to Dr. Montgomery, I am sure the two of you have so much to catch up about," Meredith said. Your face fell once you realized that Amelia had not gotten you on her own. That had been a decision that Meredith convinced her towards, possibly even with Jo's help. You made sure both of them could see exactly how you felt about them as you glared at them. Jo muttered an apology as she scurried off behind Meredith, leaving you alone with Addison.

"That felt... planned," Addison said as she turned from where they run back to face you.

"Oh it was, it definitely was. Anyways, it's nice to see you back here. Hopefully it's permanent?" You knew it was dumb to get your hopes up like that, but you couldn't help it. Practicing medicine with the reason for you pursuing this career was a little too good to be true.

"Maybe. I've been looking for a possible place to relocate. LA isn't as fun when you're getting a divorce," Addison said lightly. It took every ounce of your self control not to jump a little in celebration. You hadn't known Addison's husband, but Amelia had been very adamantly on "your side" when Addison announced she was getting married. Amelia even offered to move back to New York with you before Derek got killed.

"Seattle is great for divorces. The gloomy weather really lets your outside match your inside. Oh, and a few of us from the hospital like to go party with the firefighters. You're sure to find someone that way," you offered. Addison chuckled a little as she stared down at you. It made you feel like you were way too young again, something you thought that you'd moved past a long time ago. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just realizing something, that's all. I don't know if Seattle will be permanent for me, but I am definitely right where I'm supposed to be," Addison told you. You smiled, glad that she didn't feel out of place here. You had felt extremely out of place when you moved back to Seattle, but then again, almost everyone had a new face. Unfortunately, there were quite a few faces that had yet to get on their way, but they knew to stay out of your way. "Do you think that you could take me out tonight? Just the two of us, if you don't mind."

"Consider it done. Stop by my office when you get done here today. Amelia can show you where it is," you said. Addison smiled and nodded. You walked around the hospital for a little while trying to find something to do until Addison showed up in your office that night so you could take her out. Amelia tried to seem normal walking Addison there, but you could see the excitement in her eyes at what looked like the first steps to you and Addison getting together for real.

#addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy #my writing

[hippiemisfit]

Hush (J.K.) 24

Chapter 24- The Truth

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 7,632

warnings: angst, caught in a lie, attempted murder, choking, attempted drowning, crazed jungkook

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"Are you Jungkook?" I asked.

"What?" He responded.

"Are you Jungkook?" I asked again, getting irritated.

"What made you ask me that?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

I tilted my head and arched my eyebrow, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He shook his head no and chuckled nervously, "No I don't think you're stupid. I just don't know why you would ask me that question."

I rolled my eyes at him and pointed to his lips. "Jungkook has a mole under his lips just like you do."

"A mole? Is he the only person to exist that has a mole under his lip? It's just a coincidence, babe I'm not seeing the where you're getting the whole are you Jungkook connection from."

Is he serious?

"People have almost slipped up multiple times and either called you Jungkook or Hoodie when you're "Jungkook". And right after I meet you, Jungkook suddenly appears too? I'm more observant than you think. When you're not around Jungkook is around and vice versa. And do you know what the crucial piece of evidence was?"

"What?" he asked, crossing his arms against his chest. 

"You have the same green eyes. I've never seen that hue of green before and I've only seen it on you and him. I guess you forgot to change your eye color when you first appeared as him but then recently you claimed to be wearing contacts. I mean, how well were you trying to conceal your identity?"

He smiled and let out a chuckle, "I was waiting to see how long it would take you to piece everything together."

I punched his shoulder, "So what, it was fun for you to fuck with me like that. Making me think I was two timing the both of you but it was really just you try this whole time. The fuck!"

I tried to get up but he quickly uncrossed his arms and held me down by my hips down.

"Let go of me." I said, trying to pry his hands off of me but to no avail.

He pulled me closer so that are chests were touching.

"Look, I don't know what was going through my brain at first when I first appeared as him, well me without the haze and hood. But I knew you wouldn't have let me get close to you at first if I was myself so I was myself without you knowing. Hell, I even had to text and write what I was saying so that you couldn't tell right off the bat that it was me by my voice. I could've changed my appearance but I chose not to."

"So that time in my woman cave when you "took over" Jungkook's body what was that?"

"Oh I had just gotten tired of typing all day and that Carter dude had pissed me off so I was over it."

"You should've been over lying to me!" I screamed in his face.

He shook his head no, "Oh but I wasn't. It was kind of like a game almost to see when you were going to put the pieces together and confront me, didn't think you would do it now though." He had the audacity to look amused at the situation at hand.

"How egotistical of you." I said seething.

"How so? Look babe you were falling for him/me and falling for me/me. I'm Jungkook and Jungkook is me, the same person. Hell towards the end I was making easier for you to get it."

I scoffed, "Yea? How were you making it easier? The only thing you were doing was getting jealous of yourself."

"I can admit I was jealous that you liked that me more than this me but I let it go because well it was still me," he said smiling. "But remember the restaurant I took you to, recall the name?"

I had to think back to the name of the place. We had pulled up to it and I hadn't recognized it and I've lived here all my life.

What was it?

Oh, The Hoodied Figure.

I know he read my mind because his smile grew, "See, that was a huge hint on my part so you're welcome." He said flicking my nose.

I felt a tear fall out of my eye from my stupidity in all of this. "Fuck you. Why are you still wearing this stupid mask when I know the truth?" I said ripping the mask off of his face.

The initial shock of seeing this face under the mask hit me hard. Even though this whole time we've been talking about him being Jungkook, it still hurts to see his face underneath the hood.

Jungkook is Hoodie and Hoodie is Jungkook. It's weird to hear Hoodie's voice coming out of Jungkook's mouth.

"I want to go home now. I don't want to be here anymore. Let me go." I said sniffling.

He shook his head no. "No we just got in the tub. This was supposed to be about you but you had to go and try to ruin it. Come on relax, you got what you wanted right, me and me. The best of both worlds all right here. Let's just take a bath and then we can go to bed. So, here let me-" he grabbed a loofah from beside us and tried to wash my back but I smacked his hand away.

"I don't need you to do that for me, I can do it for myself. I don't even want you to touch me. Give it here;the quicker I get out of here, the faster I can leave." I said, a few more tears coming out. I tried to take it from his hand but he threw it behind me on the other side of the tub.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed as wrestled his hands off of me and went to grab the loofah. As I was just about to grab it, Hoodie no Jungkook grabbed me from behind and slammed me into his chest.

"Why are you so mad?" He asked, kissing my neck.

"Get off of me. Why wouldn't I be mad? You've been lying to me this whole time."

"If I had just lied just know, would that have been better? Cause I can just erase your mind and you'd be none the wiser. And you'd go back to being clueless about the whole thing."

I stopped thrashing around and took in his words. I quickly turned to face him, almost falling backwards into the water but he caught me. "Woah not so fast babe, you would've fallen if I didn't catch you." He said with a smug grin.

"Did you not hear what you just said? First off, lying would've definitely made this even worse. Can't you see how much this is affecting me now, do you know how much worse it would be if you let this go on for longer. Second, you just talked about erasing my memory like it's nothing. How many times have you done that?"

"Umm, just the once. Well, I didn't necessarily erase your memory, you know that, I just edited it. For your own good."

"My own good!?! How has any of this been for my own good?! Nothing that has happened so far has been for my own good! Let go of me!" I yelled pushing him away. I moved so that my back was against the bathtub's wall.

He ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration, "I don't  know how many times I have to tell you! There's stuff going on here that you can't know about just yet; shit there's stuff even I don't know! I've never even gotten this far before!" He pointed a finger in my face. "So fucking watch it ok! You're pissing me off!"

I got up into his face, "And what are you going to do about it if I don't "watch it"?"

His eyes turned black and he grabbed me by my throat. His grip was tight but not so tight that I couldn't breathe.

"So what now your going to kill me? Do it. Kill your soulmate that you claim that I am?" I eked out. His grip got tighter on my neck when he pulled my leg towards him and I fell under water.

I was thrashing everywhere and I know that the water was all over the floor by now. His grip on my neck tightened until I was seeing black. I clawed at his arms, trying to get his arms off of me. He pulled me up out of the water for a split second before he threw me back under. I could feel myself slowly losing consciousness. I closed my eyes and tried to fight him off but it was to no avail. As the darkness was starting to take over, I saw a flash of purple in the distance. The flash was miniscule at first but then it started to grow until it was a full blown flame. Its embers were floating off and the flame itself was drawing me in to touch it.

I subconsciously reached out to touch and I expected getting near it would scald me but instead the closer I got to it the colder it got. The second I made contact with it, it was like a feeling I've never felt before took over me. My eyes flew open, water flying out of the tub and next thing I knew, Jungkook was flying out of the tub as well, hitting the sink in the process. I took in a deep breath, gasping for breath. My throat was an inferno and tried to soothe the soreness of my throat by rubbing it. I tried to stand up but couldn't get my footing right. After a few seconds, I was able to get it together and got out of the tub.

I could feel my body temperature getting hot as I walked towards Jungkook, who was staring at me in awe. "Your eyes, look in the mirror," he said.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and had to do a double take. My eyes were glowing a vivid purple, just like the flame I saw in my subconsciousness. "What's happening to me?" I shrieked. I got closer to the mirror and took myself in. I appeared to be glowing, a light purple aura surrounding me. My skin became blemish free and my skin tone was evened out. My eyelashes seemed thicker and my lips fuller. I looked like myself but an alternate version of myself. I gently pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Is this a hallucination?" I whispered to myself. Jungkook came up behind me and caged me into the sink. There was claw marks on his arms and torso but with a blink of an eye they were gone.

"I knew I sensed something different about you after you came out of the room at the gala. Something felt a little off. Did you touch something in there?" he asked.

"I touched the petal of the lilly that was on the table and it pricked me. And of course the demon dug it's nails into my skin. Those are the only two things that I have a feeling would've done this to me, more so the flower given that it was glowing and now I'm glowing."

He nodded his hand and made a noise of agreement," I have a feeling it was the flower, like I said your aura was off since you were in there. I figured there'd be someway to activate whatever I was sensing but I couldn't figure out what."

I could feel my anger in me rising again, "And so one of your master plans was to drown me in the tub?"

He had the audacity to look sheepish," To be honest, I don't really know what I was thinking. I blacked out for the first time in eons. I don't know what came over me, but I know my intention wasn't to kill you. Like you said I wouldn't kill my soulmate, especially not after you just taunting me."

"What? Did you feel triggered or something?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders," I guess in a way, you can say I was. I don't know but I guess an inner part of me was threatened."

I sighed, "You know what, I'm just going to bed and let you clean this mess up. Also, you're sleeping on the couch tonight just to let you know." I said, pushing past him and into the bedroom.

"This is my apartment." I heard him retort back.

"And am I supposed to give a fuck," I replied walking into the closet. I looked through the hung clothes for something to wear and settled on an oversized t-shirt. I walked back into the bathroom and saw that he was actually mopping the floor. He must've snuck in behind me when I was in the bathroom because he was now underwear clad.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw that my eyes had returned to their normal color but that wasn't the only thing I noticed. "You have got to be kidding me!" I screamed.

He jumped slightly and almost dropped the mop. "What's wrong?"

I pointed at my head, "You got my hair all wet and I literally just flat ironed it before the gala. I swear if you weren't unkillable, I would kill you. We've had this conversation before, I am black, when my hair gets wet it curls and now I have to deal with this mop on top of my head. I told you that its a lot of work to maintain natural hair and you go and dunk my head underwater?!"

He raised his hands in defense, "Um, well there's the blow dryer and straightener under the sink which I know you know of so no need to glare so hard. Also, in your vanity in one of your drawers there's gel, edge control, and all the brushes you may need. There's more in there too, like the shampoo and conditioner that you use."

I eased up my glare some and said," I don't know whether to still be angry about what happened earlier or let the flattery that you went out and got those items for me win me over slightly."

He gave me a small smile," How about the latter?"

I smiled at him back at him, "How about no." I said dropping the smile I had plastered on. I walked out of the bathroom and back into the closet. I took a seat at the vanity and opened the bottom drawer to the left and there I found the products he was talking about. I took some leave in conditioner and some moisturizer and brushed it through my hair to get some of the tangles out. I decided on a simple slick back bun because today has drained me and I didn't feel like doing anything else. I left my edges undone because I decided to just do them in the morning, so I looked for something to tie my hair done with. I opened the drawer that was above the product drawer and saw that it had matching scarves and bonnets sets in it. I randomly grabbed and set and wrapped my hair up.

As I was placing the bonnet on my head, Jungkook walked in. I guess he finished mopping the floor because he started to pick out some pajamas. He settled on a green shirt and shorts set, that looked a tad bit see through but I couldn't really tell from over here. He proceeded to get dressed behind me and when he was finished, he looked up and we locked eyes. I quickly adverted my eyes. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his chin on top of my head. Now that he was up close I saw that his pajamas were in fact see through, glad that he put his boxers on or something definitely would've been a distraction.

"Well it's a good thing that your eyes went back to normal or we would've had to go out and get you some contacts. Or claimed you were wearing contacts at school on Monday." He said.

Damn, how could I forget about school that quickly. Man I can't wait to graduate.

"Well maybe if someone had just minded their business then they wouldn't have changed color at all." I said.

"How was I not minding my business? I told you something felt off so I had to be sure and I was right. But you said that the flower on the table pricked you right?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah it was this pretty almost black lily. It seemed was almost like it was pulling me in honestly. The second I touched its thorns, it pricked me even drew a little blood."

He looked confused, "What color did you say the lily was?"

"It was a deep maroon color up close but it looked like it was black." I said.

"The flowers on the table were purple, not black."

I rolled my eyes," Are you trying to tell me that I hallucinated the color of the flowers now too? Because if you are, you can lift up off of me now."

He shook his head no," No, I promise that's not what I was getting at. I'm just saying that when I saw the flowers, they were purple. Like the color your eyes were. But I also didn't see them when we originally walked in the room."

I hummed," So either the flowers changed or someone changed the flowers." I let out a gasp and snapped my fingers before I turned around to face him, making his arms fall off of me," There was this voice/shadow thing that was talking to me before I had the whole demon attack happen."

His eyebrows raised," What voice/shadow?"

"Ok so imagine the voice that's on Michael Jackson's Thriller song but picture it ten times more sinister and at first there was just the voice but then it morphed into a shadow. It had tried to bargain with me and when I didn't do what it wanted, it sicked all the demons onto me. Shit even before that, it felt like it had nipped at my neck and shoved into me. What if he had something to do with flowers, because after I touched it that's when hell broke loose?"

He did a quick tilt of his head," I wouldn't know, honestly. But I guess that could be possible."

"Doesn't sound like a hallucination anymore, does it?" I asked smugly.

He simply shrugged his shoulders.

I rubbed my eyes out of frustration before hopping up off of the seat.

"Well enjoy the couch." I said before walking out of the closet. I got into the bed and snuggled into the comforter. I started to search for the remote and located it on the nightstand beside the bed. I guess in Hell they have Amazon fire TVs too , Netflix, Hulu, Disney+, and a prime video button on the remote. I switched the tv on and waited for it to turn on. I could see Jungkook looking at me from the closet door with his arms folded in my peripheral but I ignored him.

When the loading screen ended, I was met with Jin's smiling face. "Welcome to Hell Tv. While you're visiting us we want you to be as comfortable as possible. On this screen, you can browse channels, check out any attractions we have, and even the most popular restaurants in the area. Browse through our channels and find something that peaks your interest. We have plenty of genres from animation/ comedy to those channels where you have to lock the little ones out of the room." He winked," But who are we to judge, you're in Hell where sins are welcome. Enjoy." Then it started over like they do when you go the some hotels up on the Human realm.

I saw Jungkook rolled his eyes," The only people who have access to tvs here are me, him, archangels, and some of the higher demons. He only recorded that to piss me off and every tv I've gotten and that still pops up."

I let out a light chuckle and turned to look at him. He was looking at the TV with a grimace on his face. I took in him in silently, not over that I was seeing the true him, the him that I didn't even think I would believe was him. I still can't believe that he thought it was best to try and deceive me like that.

At that thought he turned to look at me. He was about to say something but I cut him off saying," Well I think the couch is calling for you, might want to go to it. Especially since you find my mind more interesting than the TV."

He rolled his eyes," I'd rather listen to you do literally anything than look and listen to Jin any day. But fine, I'll sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."

I nodded, "Yep and can you turn the light off on your way out?"

He gave me a glare and was met with one back before he turned off the lights and walked out of the room. As I started to scroll through the channels, I heard a loud scrapping sound before Jungkook appeared in the doorway with his back towards me. As he made his way into the room, I saw that he dragged the couch out of the living room and now was putting it into the room.

"What are you doing?," I asked sitting up straight in the bed.

After he got the couch seated alongside the bed, he took in a deep breath and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

I rolled my eyes. Drama queen.

"I brought the couch in here silly," he said panting as if he was genuinely out of breath.

I closed my eyes and sighed," I can see that. I'm asking what are you doing bringing the couch in here."

He smiled," Well  you said I had to sleep on the couch but you didn't say where the couch had to be located. So I brought it in here."

"And the reason why you are panting is? You told me you can lift anything but the couch can take you out?"

He smile grew wider and he let out a small chuckle," Had to sell it. Did it work?"

"No," I said deadpanned, falling back down onto the bed.

I saw him shrug his shoulders," Well I tried." He plopped down on the couch and pulled a blanket and two pillows from off of the bed.

It was silent as I scrolled through the channels finally settling on a channel that was just Family Guy episodes. The episode that was on had to be from the early seasons because Stewie was still talking about killing Lois.

I heard a few chuckles here and there from Jungkook as the episode went on until I didn't hear him make any noise anymore. I figured he was sleeping so I just turned the volume down a little and tried to laugh quieter. I could hear him shifting around on the couch before I heard him let out a loud sigh that scared the shit out of me because I thought his ass was asleep.

I looked over at him and he was already looking at me. I raised my eyebrow in question, wondering what he wanted.

"So are you still mad at me?" He asked softly.

"Yes I'm still mad at you. You almost killed me tonight in the tub and got my hair wet. So yeah, still pretty pissed." I said back.

"You know I could've done worse right?" He asked, his voice increasing slightly in volume.

"What do you mean "you could've done worse"?" I asked.

He lifted himself up so that his arms were resting on the bed, "If I wanted you to kill you, I would've done worse than just drowning you. I'm Death himself babe. With a blink of my eye people can die but I chose not to do that because that would be no fun for me. I mean, don't you remember those killings I made you commit. Not only were they to prepare you for what's to come, but they were for my enjoyment as well. I've lived a long life and seen a lot of things to not even be alive so I like to spice things up here and there. That night that Jimin was at your house, I was sending a soul to Hell, and then I could sense something was up with you so I came to you."

I could feel my temper rising, "And you're telling me this because?"

He gave me a creepy smile, "Oh I'm not finished. Remember how in the morning I was gone. Well, when you fell asleep, you snoring kind of loud by the way, I went back to visit the soul like I had promised him I would. You wanna know what I did?"

"No."

"So I went and found him after I left your place. He was on one of those hills that we saw when we got here. He was just about to go into the pit before I grabbed him. Can you believe he thought I was rescuing him and was going to take him to Heaven. Pathetic. Anyway, I took him to one of the torture chambers and well tortured him. I gouged his eyes out and fed them to him over and over again until I got bored, you know since he's dead they kept coming back but it hurt each time. Then I stuck about 20 knives into his legs and arms before I did my signature for pieces of shit like that which was cutting his tongue out. But like his eyes, it kept coming back so I had to get creative. I cut it with scissors, burned it off with a blowtorch, and even ripped it out with my barehands. And that was just me getting started. By the time I was done with him he wanted to just go back to the pit. I only stopped because Jin had to come in and intervene because he said I was having too much fun. It was so exhilarating."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked starting to feel nauseous.

He climbed up higher on the bed until he was a breath away from me, wicked grin still plastered on his face, "I told you this so you'd see how lenient I was with you in the bathroom. That man did nothing but piss me off once and I did all that to him. So if I wanted you dead or even hurt, I would hurt you. That's what I wanted you to know."

"Take me home now," I said, breath shaky.

He laughed and booped my nose, "Why silly? I was just kidding, I would never torture you like I did him. Well, not physically at least so there's nothing to worry about." He said before he went back down to the couch.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked.

He shook his head no slowly, "Of course not, it's more of a warning really."

I felt something in me flare up at his words, "If you even try it, you'll face a wrath like you've never seen before." I said. My skin felt like it was vibrating.

He smiled, "There's those eyes again. How pretty."

I glared at him, "Yeah, so I suggest you back off."

"Or what? You don't even know how to control whatever this is." He said, tilting his head.

"I guess we'll have to find out then." I said mirroring his expression.

He pecked my cheek and said, "Guess we will." He finished off with a wink before he plopped back down on the couch.

I sat there in silence, trying to comprehend what just happened. I could feel myself calming down but I was still on alert.

Watching TV was out of the question now. I turned the tv off and laid back down. I turned so that I was facing him, never turn your back on your enemy they say.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I heard him whisper in the dark. I kept quiet, pretending that I didn't even hear him.

I don't know if what and why what's going on with me is affecting him so bad but I need to figure it out. He can't keep snapping at me like this. I wonder if I could denounce being with him.

His head shot up first before his whole body made its way onto the bed and beside me. "You can't leave me, don't even think about it. I need you." He plopped himself on top of me and wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug. "Please, don't leave me."

I was about to throw him off of me but I felt something wet on my neck. I moved slightly and tried to move him off of my neck but he wouldn't budge. I heard a sniffle and now I know why my neck is wet. I can't believe the actual Death is crying on me right now.

"I have feelings too, you know. It's not that shocking really," he said, still sniffling.

"What's going on with you right now? One second you're being an asshole and the next you're crying into my neck. Are you ok?" I asked.

"I don't know." he mumbled, his sniffles dying down.

After a few minutes he raised his head and I was able to see his face. His eyes were bloodshot red and puffy.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" he asked pouting.

"I can't answer that," I said honestly.

The second I said that, his face was back in my neck and was once again being crushed by his body.

Here we go again.

"Hoodie get up," I said.

He shook his head no.

I sighed," Why not?"

"Because you called me Hoodie and not my real name," he mumbled into my neck.

"That's my nickname for you, do you not want me to call you that anymore?"

He shook his head no, "You can still call me that just not right now. Call me Jungkook."

"Well then Jungkook can you get off me, it's time to go to sleep."

"Sleep like this." he said refusing to move when I tried to lift him off of me. Is this man made of bricks?

After a few attempts to get him off of me, I gave up and came to terms with the fact that he wasn't moving any time soon. I thought he had fallen asleep because his breathing had evened out until I heard him start to hum quietly.

"What are you humming?" I asked feeling myself become drowsy.

"There's no title for it yet, but I hum it whenever I need to calm down. It reminds me of you. Want to hear some of the words."

I nodded slowly, I could feel myself falling asleep.

"Take my hands now You are the 'cause of my euphoria Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah (ooh ooh) Ah yeah, yeah, yeahEuphoria Yeah, yeah, yeah Close the door now When I'm with you, I'm in Utopia"

That's the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

*************************************

I was in a hallway with many doors and there was a blaring light coming from the end of the hall. I looked down the other side of the hall but it was a dead end so I figured the light was the exit. As I walked towards it, I noticed each door had a placard with a different name on it and what looked to be a picture frame but the pictures were missing. One door said Sarah, another Isabella, and another saying Iris. Each had a different color door knob and picture frame, Sarah's was rose gold and Iris' was amber. Isabella's was missing though and there was no door knob anywhere around her door.

As I got closer to light, I had to put up my hand to shield my eyes. After I got past the light I was met with a door but not the exit door I was expecting. Instead of the door saying exit, it said something different, my name. This door stood apart from the other doors because unlike all the other names that were just on placards on top of the door, my name was etched into the wood and was painted gold. And there was a picture of me framed with a dark purple picture frame.

It was a picture of me from last year when I went to the prom. My hair up in a up do I reached for the door knob and the second I touched it, it turned purple.

I slowly opened the door and was met with pitch black. I ran my hand alongside both sides of the wall, trying to feel for a light switch but I couldn't find one.

Behind me I heard two doors open. I turned around and saw who I presume to be Iris and Sarah, since they came out of those doors, in the hallway. Who I assume to be Iris had tan skin with long black hair flowing all the way down her back. She was dressed in a simple white nightgown with  a lace trim and she was barefoot. Sarah had mid length blonde hair and fair skin. She was dressed in a similar nightgown as Iris, hers being a dark grey. They were facing away from me, heads looking down the other side of the hallway. I looked to see what they were looking at but I didn't see anything.

I cleared my throat," Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

Iris slowly turned her head towards me and when she was fully facing me I saw that her eyes were missing. She was beautiful still even though they were missing, skin smooth and she had freckles dotting her face. She gave me a eerie feel due to the fact that she had a sinister grin on her face. She took a step forward and said," I didn't know where you were, given that I have no eyes and all. But that's about to change because now I get to have yours."

I took a step back and she matched my movement. "Who are you?"

She took another step forward," One of the many that have loved Death and I was supposed to be the one to be with him forever but then you came along. I always thought he would come back and retrieve me but nooo, I was dropped here and never let out. Next thing I know there's a new door being installed, looking different from all of the other doors and so I had questions about it. When I went and asked questions about it, asking why there was a new door when I was the chosen one, it said that I wasn't the chosen one and that I had failed to be a pure soul. Whatever the hell that means because I was an angel. And when I called it liar and that anyone with eyes could see that I was, it took my eyes away from me. But now that you're here that means you failed too. Good because that means I have another chance."

"Ok and what's up with her?" I asked pointing towards Sarah without realizing that Iris couldn't see me.

"She deaf, listened in too closely on something that she shouldn't have and it busted her eardrums," she snapped her hand in Sarah's face and she turned to face her. Iris motioned with her to me and Sarah turned her head.

Thankfully she still had her eyes and I could see that they were a light blue. When we made eye contact she gave me a soft smile that turned creepy the longer she looked at me.

"She was a failure too. She still thinks she has a chance with him too but he'd never go for her. If she could hear I'd tell her that there was another failure which means I'm the chosen one. Welcome to the hall of failures." She said motioning her arms in a grandiose fashion.

"Failed what? I haven't failed anything to my logic. The last thing I remember is falling asleep to Jungkook falling asleep on top of me singing a song and now I'm here."

Her grin dropped, "Jungkook, he sang to you? Let alone was on top of you. He wouldn't touch me even if I begged him to and you expect me to believe that he was laying on top of you? What's so special about you? I was the most beautiful girl he has ever met, you can't possibly think you look better than me. I caught a glimpse of your picture before I was blinded and you aren't even close to being as beautiful as me." she said with venom in her words.

"I know why you weren't chosen. You may be beautiful on the outside but on the inside you're a vain, self centered bitch. How could you say you're an angel when you can't even be nice for one second. Maybe that's why you're locked up in here, so that he doesn't have to hear you bitch all the time. But to let you in on something, he can't keep his hands off of me, so maybe he was always disgusted by you?" I said retorted back with just as much venom as she spit out.

She didn't like that and let out a shrill scream before she stormed towards me, screaming she was going to kill me. Sarah watched her movements before she lunged towards me too. They both swiped at me but I quickly backed into the room, slamming the door in her face. I could hear them banging and kicking the door. I heard the doorknob jiggle before I heard them scream like they had been burned before until I didn't hear them make any more noise. I heard two doors slam and it sounded like their doors were locked. I backed up away from the door until I ran into what I think to be a person.

I kept my scream inside before I turned to face who I had bumped into but given that it was still pitch black, I still couldn't see anything. I reached into the darkness and felt nothing. I felt like I was being watched until I felt a breath on my neck, confirming that there was something or someone in here with me.

"Do you have what it takes Mahj?" It whispered behind me.

"To do what?" I asked.

"You'll know when the time is right and what you'll have to do," it said.

The room started to dimly light up a purple hue, the light emitting from behind me. I turned around and the being behind me was was glowing, its light now filling the entire room. Surprisingly, it was as blinding as the light that guided me to the room. The being appeared to be a woman by its shape but it was as like it was shielding itself from me because I couldn't make out anything due to the figure itself being shrouded in black. It's inner glow matched the color that my eyes turned to when Jungkook had pissed me off. Even the glow surrounded it matched the one that was around me.

"What are you? Are you from the flower I touched?" I asked, drawn into its aura. I didn't realize that I had been walking closer to it until I was up close, a breath away.

"Yes and no. You've known me for a while, I've been here with you all along. Jungkook has known about me for some time. I was woken up when you touched that flower, you know its the flower of resurrection right?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah I learned about it in school but what do you mean you've been here all along? Who are you?"

"For now, let's just say that I am your protector of sorts. When Jungkook is not there to protect, I will be. Even if I have to protect you from Jungkook himself, like I did in the tub earlier. We have to be careful around him."

"Why? He'd never actually hurt me right? I mean he said some pretty fucked up shit but did he mean it?"

"He's threatened by me, that's why he invoked me to come out, he could sense me in you. He can be deranged, he is Death after all, but he still has rules  that he has to follow."

"Why is he threatened by you?"

"I don't think he expected me to wake up but he's not just threatened by me but you too. You'll become the one in charge of us when you learn how to control what I'm giving you. After you master it, I'll get to go back to sleep but you'll keep what you've been given. You can be his downfall as much as you are his true soulmate, remember Death is not to played with. There is no escaping it, no running from it, and no getting over on it. It knows all, more than you can imagine. Heck right now, he's trying to break the room that I've built in your mind down so that we can be alone. I can feel it coming down so I'll be quick."

It reached out and wrapped a arm  around my waist and pulled me into its embrace before it pressed its palm against my forehead. Its hand burned and I screamed, begging for it to get off of me. I reached up to take its hand off of my head but it squeezed me tighter.

"This has to happen for you to learn." It said.

It felt like the room was going to go up in flames by how hot it was getting. The burning sensation was traveling all over me, engulfing me in its flame. Everything hurt, it felt like my insides were on fire and it felt like it wasn't going to stop. I was about to pass out from the pain before I was thrown into an ice bath. My body stung from the water and I shot up out of it, and onto the floor. I started coughing hard, trying to catch my breath. The figure was hovering over me and then crouched down in front of me.

"I wasn't able to give you everything because you weren't accepting it."

Some of my coughing subsided for me to croak out," Well would you want to accept something that's burning you from the inside?"

"Yes." It said matter of factly.

I glared at it," Well it's a good thing you're not me then. What did you do?"

It stood up to its full height," You'll find out soon. Jungkook might act differently towards you for a little while. He will be a little bitter, the darkness inside of him will tell him to be but he'll come around soon. You have an effect on him,.

I started to rub my aching throat, "So you're the reason why he's been being so off. What are you doing to him, what are you going to make me do to him. Take whatever you gave to me back, I don't want it," I grabbed its hand and placed it on my forehead but I felt nothing happen, no heat at all.

It ran its hand down the side of my face until it was lightly grasping my chin," I didn't do anything but activate what was laying dormant inside of you. You are not meant to harm him with these but help him. He's always been by himself and handled things on his own but now you are here to assist him. He's fighting himself, that is why his behavior is sporadic. But you can handle him, you have to. You just have to get through everything that's been prepared for you first. Learn to control the things you have been given access to, use it wisely because it will help you in the long run. I believe in you Mahj, the universe has been waiting on you, don't keep it waiting any longer. I'll be in touch."

With those last words, the figure disappeared, but the glow was still in the room. This time though, it was radiating off of  me as I was left cold and wet on the ground. I could feel the ground under me start to shake, the water in the tub I was thrown in, sloshing all around. The walls began to crack and the ceiling above the door started to cave in. I heard someone in the distance calling my name. It grew louder and louder until it became unbearable. Then someone started to bang on the door until it fell down, bringing the blinding light from before. 

............................................

The last thing I remember is hearing someone faintly call my name before I was woken up and greeted by Jungkook's frantic looking face in front of mine.

"What happened?" He asked. His eyes were scanning my face closely, "Why couldn't I see your dream and why has your appearance changed?"

My appearance?

I pushed him off of me and ran into the bathroom. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I ran my hand against my face and pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

What happened to me?

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[tsuk1sh1ma]

[1:34]

"good god this is boring" shikamaru said slightly surprising you. you were both at some new safety precaution debriefing given by lady tsunade, but you could tell your colleague was disinterested. as per usual. you grew up with shikamaru & you've had missions with him previously, and worked with him to bring sasuke back (which failed). but everytime you two interact theres always been conflict. he didn't seem to like you, which was okay because you couldn't stand him

"why are we just now asking people for id as they enter the village" he mumbled some more "that should have been implemented in the first place..." you decided to cut in on personal conversation...with himself. "you'd think they'd start after the whole orichimaru situation." you snickered, his eyebrows furrowed. "now i've got people in my business...what a drag." you looked him up and down given him the meanest stank face he'd probably ever seen. "excuse you asshole, your business is pretty fucking loud!" you said now whisper shouting. shikamaru just rolled his eyes and went back to paying attention to the meeting, which was rare.

. . .

after the meeting adjourned, you walked around the streets of konaha absentmindedly, you were all caught up on paper work and had no missions for a while so you had time to fuck around. "hey you" you heard a familiar voice shout from behind you, well at least his version of shouting. "what!" you yelled in response not even bothering to look back. "hey i'm talking to you, don't make me run." shikamaru said, which you decided to ignore as you continued to keep walking...until you couldn't. you look down at your feet, seeing how the sun was placed perfectly behind you to make you easily fall victim to shikas shadow posession jutsu. "oh give me a break" you sighed "WHAT DO YOU WANT". he finally released you and caught up to you, smirking.

"look at you, making me do all this work." he said with a hint of something in his voice you couldn't pick up. "well our previous interactions haven't been so pleasant so i was just saving myself from a headache" he found that amusing, rolling his eyes playfully. 'wow this is the first time i've seen something from him other than a scowl.' you thought. "you wanna go out for a drink, i figure we should discuss some of the new rules in place." you suddenly felt a blush come across your cheeks. "shikamaru, if you want to ask me out just say that, no need to be coy" you playfully hit him and giggled. "asking you out pshh. i just take my work very seriously". you blankly stared at him, all signs of amusement gone out of your face. "okay i don't even believe that, just let me take you out for a drink pleaseeee" he begged. it felt nice to see a different side of shikamaru, one that actually cared about something, and it seemed like that something was you. maybe one little hang out wouldn't be that bad.

"okay fine whatever sure, but I get to pick!"

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[always-andromeda]

i. Head Over Heels

Eddie Munson x HendersonSister!Reader

Word Count | 2,359

Summary | Four months after taking you out, Eddie figures out that keeping a relationship with you secret is a little harder than he originally thought.

Author’s Note | Here she is!!! After festering in my drafts for almost two weeks, the Maneater sequel is here. I am so so so so so sorry for keeping everyone waiting on this one?? I am but a greedy crow and I get distracted very easily by my harem of fictional men. I wanted to make sure that if I made a sequel to Maneater, it would be a worthy one. I hope I've done that!!

Warnings | Mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

Eddie hadn't expected you to take him so seriously when he'd said you could keep the relationship between the two of you. He'd thought it sounded a little sappy at the time. It seemed to comfort you. But it had been four months since that night and you were still sneaking around everyone.

The situation had its perks. You stopped going out as much, only making the occasional visit to random parties. You didn't drink much, if anything. And you typically ended up leaving pretty early, opting to spend the rest of the night with Eddie. Though you didn't intend your time with him to just be for fun, you had to admit, it was fun being around him. He showed you a campaign outline he was planning for the Hellfire Club, explaining the different creatures and characters that each of the guys played as.

Dustin talked about D&D enough that you were aware of some of the things Eddie was referring to. He was a great storyteller. He knew how to craft just enough of a narrative that would build up the party’s suspense and make them want to come back for the next meeting. Eddie was cutest like that, you decided, rambling about his band, the music he liked, and D&D. His cheeks would flush as you rested your chin on his shoulder, so interested in what he had written.

You could understand why Dustin looked up to him so much. Not only did he seem like a fantastic dungeon master, but he was also a fantastic guy in general. You determined that his intensity and sarcasm came from a wicked intellect. Even underneath that wit of his, he had a natural warmth. 

That didn't even scratch the physical aspect. That first date in his van had started to feel like a sweet and simple carousel, though you were still waiting for the main attraction. Eddie was eager to do more exploring from there. It didn't seem purposeful, though. Sometimes his hand would absentmindedly slide up your shirt and he'd caress the warm skin of your side. He'd only noticed how flustered it made you when he felt the goosebumps forming under the smooth, cold silver of his rings.

"Doing okay, sweetheart?" He'd tease before going back to whatever he was talking about. He made you absolutely crazy and he seemed fully aware of it. But it was becoming irritating that nothing else would come of it. He had every chance to, but he seemed to be holding it back.

Eddie had kept up his end of things. He hadn't told his friends. And he hadn't told his uncle; which was the most difficult feat of all. So many times you'd been in Eddie's room, talking late into the night when you’d both hear the trailer door open. That made you stumble to put your shoes on and tiptoe out the front door as Eddie's uncle snored away in his recliner.

More than anything, Eddie wanted to take your hands in his and say that he didn't give a fuck about what anyone thought. But you did. So, because he cared about you, he had to care too. It was an exhausting job.

Eddie wasn't used to caring about anyone else's opinions. He cared enough to sneer at the jocks and preps in the cafeteria. He embraced the label of The Freak at that point. After years of suffering through the halls of Hawkins High, he was well aware that he couldn't control a single thing people said about him. He quickly learned that you needed that control.

"If everyone knew everything about me, what stops them from thinking I'm someone I'm not?" You'd told him one night in his van, tucked into his side. You were so sleepy from the joint he'd been smoking that you felt yourself drifting off to dreamland.

Eddie scoffed, "Listen, princess, everyone thinks I'm some sort of satanic maniac, so believe me...nothing they could say about you could possibly be that bad." His voice was smooth and husky are he chuckled, though he didn't say anything particularly funny.

That was enough to have you wide awake again, sitting up properly and rambling, "It's bad enough that everyone says I'm easy. I'm not looking forward to the field day everyone will have if they figure things out. You might like being a social reject but I, for one, wouldn't enjoy being called the next Manson girl."

Your outburst had stung, he couldn't lie. He wanted to crack a joke. He could say that you wouldn’t be a Manson girl but a Munson girl. Even though he thought it was funny, he was well aware you wouldn’t find the same humor in the stupid comment. He knew it would only make things nastier and he didn't want to do that. What you two had was fragile. And if he had any chance of convincing you to be public with it, he had to make sure things were stable. So he kept his mouth closed and held you tighter, even though you wouldn't look at him.

You were fermenting in all sorts of conflicting thoughts. In so many ways, Eddie understood the deepest parts of you. He had a heart of gold and you came to realize you wouldn't trade any of his eccentricities for the world. But in so many other ways he was utterly oblivious. He didn't care about social order. He didn't care about appearances unless he was acting like a menace to the populace of Hawkins High.

You were well aware that the whole ecosystem was just one massive rat race and that none of it would matter pretty much as soon as you graduated. But if you didn't participate, it completely dictated how your high school experience went. Eddie was exhibit number one of how much of a hell your life could become when you went against everything the majority considered decent.

If he wasn't so sweet all the time, you'd probably be more frustrated. But when he looked at you with those big, hypnotizing brown eyes and pulled you closer, you had no choice but to meld into his side. You’d just have to tolerate his shenanigans for now.

"Did you hear what the Freak did yesterday during Trigonometry?" Your friend, Allison mumbled during lunch one afternoon. 

Hearing about your boyfriend this way was...less than ideal. It felt like reading the morning paper and realizing that the infamous serial killer that was just caught was actually your next door neighbor. Only no one else understood that he wasn't anywhere close to as bad as they thought.

You squinted to look at her across the table, "No? Why, what happened?" Laura had begun making the three of you sit outside during lunch, saying something about how she needed the sun. You went along with it because it stopped Eddie from making faces at you from across the cafeteria. Laura, perched beside Allison, had her face basking in the afternoon rays. She seemed to be barely listening as she answered you bluntly.

"He told Mr. Macklin that he'd have no practical use for Trig in the future. He pulled some Back to the Future bullshit, pretending he was visiting from thirty years in the future to tell everyone that math would be pointless in the big year of 2015."

"You're kidding." You were expressionless, expertly holding back the frustrated groan you wanted to let out.

Allison replied, "No! Mr. Macklin was so mad he called his uncle. I think he got detention for it yesterday."

"Just yesterday?" You asked, trying not to sound too invested.

"Yesterday and the rest of the week." Allison swayed forward, horrified. In her whole high school career she hadn't gotten so much as a verbal warning from a teacher with the way she stayed on the straight and narrow.

Laura chimed in again, "I think he deserves it."

"Why’s that?" You asked.

"That freak gets away with way more than he should. Sure, he's a bad boy and he's got all that leather. But he gives me a bad feeling. Like I'm just waiting for the day he plows that dirty old van of his through the cheerleaders at a pep rally."

"He wouldn't do that." You asserted, immediately regretting how wary your tone came across.

"What makes you so sure?" Laura tilted her head, staring at you with a raised brow.

You explained carefully, "He just...he doesn't look like a bad guy."

Laura nearly exploded, "They never do, y/n! Think about Ted Bundy! Jeffrey Dahmer! John Wayne Gacy! All of them weren't bad guys until they started murdering people for fun. And Eddie Munson...that name sounds like it fits all too well in the mix, huh?"

You stayed quiet, knowing that if you defended him further, it would arouse too much suspicion. But you'd never wanted to sock your friend square in the nose more. You wring your hands to shake the urge from you and go back to eating your sandwich, tearing at the bread with your teeth.

At least him missing your date yesterday made sense now. He was supposed to take you out for a drive after school yesterday but called you at six apologizing and saying that his uncle had him doing some chores. You’d suspected he had lied when the excuse didn’t come out as smoothly as he normally spoke. But you’d let it fly right by you; assumed that if it was really important he would just tell you what it was eventually.

This was the kind of situation you were afraid of getting yourself into. He’d get himself into more and more trouble and it would drag the entire relationship down the drain. Needless to say, you were annoyed when he picked you up at six that night, drumming on the steering wheel as if nothing was wrong.

“So what were you up to today?” You asked.

Eddie let out a subdued sigh, “Oh, nothing. I was a little behind on homework.”

“For what class? I could’ve helped you again.”

Eddie looked at you in the passenger seat of his van out of the corner of his eye, already sensing some sort of tightness in how you spoke to him.

“Trigonometry.” He said the name of the first class he could think of.

“Oh really? Is it because you’re too busy tormenting everyone in class?" You scowled.

"What?" Keeping his eyes on the road, he began to look for a place that he could pull over. He knew by the sound of your voice that things were going to get heated and he didn't want to end up crashing his car into a lamppost.

You jolted forward as he pulled off to the side of the road, screeching the van to a halt. Arms folding over your chest, you continued, "Don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about. You got detention all of this week?"

Eddie laughed, "Why does it matter? You're not my mother."

"Sure. But I don't appreciate you doing reckless shit, getting in trouble, and lying to me about it." You grumbled.

Eddie cared about you, but god, you could be so uptight sometimes. He scoffed, "I don't see how my shit impacts you. We're not even really dating, if you think about it, so I don't know why you'd really care."

"I've been sneaking around with you for four whole months and you wanna say that we're not dating?"

"Yeah, because you won't even tell anyone that we're dating."

"That's not fair and you know it." Your eyes darted away from his glare.

Eddie sputtered in shock, "I'm not being fair? Y/n, I thought we'd be over all this by now. I thought that eventually, you'd want people to know."

"I do want people to know." You mumbled.

Eddie dismissed the weak argument quickly, "It's obvious that you don't. Because we don't talk about it. And I don't say anything because I don't want to hurt you. But it fucking...hurts me. It hurts knowing that you're so afraid of what people think that we can’t really be anything."

He heard you breath heavily as you thought for a moment, "Maybe you're right."

"I am?" He hadn't expected you to agree so soon.

"Maybe you should find someone else who isn't so afraid." You replied curtly, opening the van door and getting out, slamming it behind you.

"Fuck," Eddie cursed to himself; he shouldn't have said anything. He got out to go after you. You were already a few feet away, pulling your jacket over your chest when Eddie grabbed your arm and turned you to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," He tried to bring you back into his arms. But this time you weren't going to melt like you always did.

"No, Eddie, this entire thing was fun. But that's all it was ever going to be. We shouldn't have been deluding ourselves into thinking that this was ever going to be anything more." You wrenched your arm from his grip and kept walking back to your house. Eddie hadn't gotten the chance to even get out of the neighborhood so you weren't too far away.

Eddie didn't want to let you go. Both you and him knew that it wasn't just fun. Hell, you two hadn't even properly had sex yet. It was another thing you two didn't talk about. Sex would've made it a bit more serious, and he guessed you weren't used to that. He liked you for your heart, not for your experience. He was completely fine with taking his time. Now he was starting to second guess that decision. Had he been too aloof? The detention hadn't meant much to him, but did it tell you that he was more dedicated to wreaking havoc than being with you?

He wouldn't get the answers to any of those questions because you'd already rounded the lamplit street corner and disappeared from his sight. So Eddie Munson trudged back to the driver's seat and quietly drove himself back home.

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[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Disembodied - Part 2/8

Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff

Pairings: Adrian Raines X MC // Nik Ryder X MC

Words: 1.515

Part 1 is here!

As always, tags in the reblog!

"... Something is off about her." Alex stopped stretching and walking. She was heading to Adrian's office when his voice, thanks to her new highlighted sense, reached her. 

"She is just recovering from a certainly traumatic experience. It's normal during transition." Kamilah responded, as Alex crept closer to the door. 

"It's not quite that. I can't place it." Alex leaned against the wall. She had been pretending to be Amy for a week, trying to think of the best way to proceed. She had considered talking with Adrian and everybody else but she wasn't sure how they'd take something like that seriously. They probably just would think she was traumatized. Adrian sighed on the other side of the door. "As strange as this might sound, it's almost like she isn't Amy." Alex lowered her gaze, guilty. In the few days she shared with the vampires she noticed how much they care about Amy. They all had protected her and helped her during this time, even though she couldn't return their warmth treatment completely. And she had noticed the way Adrian looked at her, affectionate and like he was wanting to say something important to Amy. Something that wasn't for her to hear but for the real Amy. "It's almost like she isn't there." Adrian let out a bitter chuckle followed by a deep sigh. "Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?" 

"Mmh. Not completely. We both know that people change after being turned. You said it yourself." 

"I know. But I've never seen someone change this deeply." 

"Time will tell, Adrian. For now, give her space to accept her new life and embrace it." Kamilah made a pause and Adrian stayed quiet, probably thinking over her words. "You will have the chance to express your true feelings to her when she is ready." 

"I sure hope you are right. I can't even bear the thought of losing her again."

"I know, brother." Alex heard the clink of their glasses against the wood table and a few steps moving away from the couches so she hurried down the hallway. She turned to the left and walked back her steps, pretending she was just arriving.

"Hello Adrian, Kamilah." Alex smiled even though it wasn't completely sincere. 

"Good evening, Amy." Adrian nodded with a slight smile and a bit of sorrow in his eyes.

***

Amy walked into Nik's flat, frustrated. She had been trying to contact 'herself' in New York, for most of the day. To see if she could get any information about Adrian or the gang, and the situation in there, but nothing. She felt trapped, worried, and, to be honest with herself, lonely. 

"Welcome back." Said Nik, with his usual ironic tone coming from inside.

"Hey." She simply replied, walking to the bathroom. 

"Kristin called me today. Vera gave her my number since she couldn't contact you." 

"Oh yeah. My phone broke after that thing attacked me." 

"This is just ridiculous, Alex! You ignore everyone, you refuse to talk with me, what is wrong with you?!"

"I can't deal with this. I need a drink." Amy said, rushing to the door to avoid conflict. "I'm going to the bar."

"Alex! Stop!" Nik's voice resounded in the small flat as he followed her. 

"No!" Amy responded, frustrated. When she was about to take the knob, his hand grasped her wrist, making her stop.

"What the hell is happening with you?" Amy kept looking at the door. "I get that you are pissed off with me but ignoring Lamrian? Kristin?" 

"Let it go, Nik." Amy bit down her lip, trying to contain her thoughts inside her. The rage that was forming inside her. 

"She's your best friend! You fucking risked your life for her!" She turned abruptly at him.

"No, Lily Spencer is my best friend! I risked my life for her, Adrian, and the rest! I don't know Kristin! I don't know what Lamrian is! I'm not Alex, okay!?" Amy snapped with fire in her eyes. "I'm not pissed off at you 'cause I don't know you!" Nik let go of her hand, looking at her astonished, like she had just slapped him. "My name is Amy Miller, I live in New York and work in Raines Corp.! I'M NOT ALEX!" 

***

"Amy? Are you there?" Alex sighed slightly as Lily's voice filtered through the guest penthouse door. She had been reading a book about creatures that she had found on Adrian's bookshelf, trying to figure out what was happening. 

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Can I come in?" 

"Actually I'm kinda tired. I was heading to bed." 

"C'mon, girl! I have wine and blood." Lily said playfully and Alex bit her lip, thinking about it. She heavily closed the book, marking the page she was in, and hiding it in the closet. Forcing a smile, she opened the door. "Finally!"

"Sorry about that! I was making the bed." Lily observed her weirdly. 

"Really? You never do it." 

"Is that a vintage?" Alex took the bottle hoping to point the attention to that. "Never heard about this brand…" 

"What do you mean?" Lily was fully observing her, confused. "You love it." Alex smiled again as Lily kept carefully watching her. 

"I was kidding, Spencer!" Now the eyes of the other girl were looking at her suspiciously. 

"You never call me Spencer." Alex froze in place. Trying to lighten up the mood, she had slipped into old habits. "Amy, are you sure you are okay?"

"...I honestly don't know." Alex sat in the bed, looking at the floor. "Since the Turning, I've been feeling so weird. I… I feel like part of me died that day." It wasn't entirely false. After Thomas' attack and waking up in this strange body, she hadn't been herself at all. Being partly honest would make her more believed. "Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind." Lily sat beside her.

"I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I had the same feeling after my Turning. But there was something that helped me through it."

"What?"

"Your words." Lily smiled. "You told me that no matter what I still was me. And you were right." She hugged Alex by the shoulders. "And you are Amy no matter what. That doesn't change. You just need to adapt." Alex sadly nodded. If she only knew how mistaken she was. "Everything will be fine, you'll see."

"I hope you are right. Thanks, Lily." 

***

Amy kept looking at Nik slowly calming down as the realization of what she had said sank into her. 

"Oh god..." She leaned her back against the door, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor covering her face with her hands. She was shaking and a few tears slipped from under her palms, all the pent-up feelings from the past week overwhelming her. "Oh no…" She simply whispered. How did she lose control like that? She was expecting a reaction coming from Nik, a scream or even an attack, but, when she moved her hands out of her face, he was still standing in front of her, unmoving. "Nik, I–I know how this sounds. I shouldn't have told you like this, I–"

He looked down at her. "Can you prove it?" 

"What?" 

He squatted, his eyes cold like steel piercing into hers and his words sharp as knives. "Can you prove you are who you say you are and not Alex?"

Amy thought for a moment. "I can." She dried her tears. "Is Garrus still in the bar?"

"Probably. Why?" 

"I met him, Krum, and Ivy as myself when they went to New York last year. It was around Christmas."

"They met a lot of people on that trip."

"They helped us to stop a monster that looked like a freak Santa. Garrus made magic drinks that I shouldn't have been able to see but I did and he told me there was something about me, that I wasn't a regular human." 

"I need more."

"He met Adrian Raines in the 1800s here and he was happy that Adrian remembered him." A little lump formed in her throat. She missed Adrian so much. "Lily contacted Ivy through the dark web. And Adrian was the one that noticed they were hiding their true appearance." 

"You stay here. If what you said is true, we have a very unpleasant talk in front of us." Amy nodded while they both stood up. "If you try to escape…" He said opening the door. "...I will hunt you down." And he closed it behind his back, locking the door. Amy sat on the couch, shivering slightly. She wasn't sure what would happen now and that scared her. Would they blame her? If Nik wanted to know where or what had happened to Alex, she didn't have the answers. The minutes passed and her nerves took over while she waited. She didn't know how much time had passed, maybe thirty minutes or three hours, when the door opened and Nik appeared through it. He looked at her with a complex stare. 

"You said your name is Amy, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"Pack your things. We are going to New York." He went to the small bedroom.

"That's it? You don't want to ask me anything?" 

"We have a six-hour flight for that."

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[kworus]

As promised, here's an analysis of why I firmly believe Aziraphale's actions in s2e6 are in character and why I don't believe in the coffee theory. Obviously I could be wrong but I've been overanalyzing everything to distract myself from THE HORRORS so here's this. ***good omens s2 spoilers below.*** this is kinda long btw

If yall dont know, the coffee theory revolves around the coffee the metatron gave to Aziraphale, and claims that he was poisoned/brainwashed by said coffee. The two main arguments, excluding that to many aziraphale felt ooc, are that a small miracle sound could be heard and that the metatron puts some attention to the amount of almond syrup in the coffee, as if he was hiding some kind of smell. I lowkey believed this theory because it is true that Aziraphale´s actions feel weird, and something else has to be going on. But that is because we are seeing things from Crowley´s point of views.

Crowley sees this as Aziraphale choosing heaven over him, the same heaven that betrayed him and treated him like shit. On top of that, earlier he saw Gabriel and Beelzebub end up together so easily, and that is just so unfair to him. However, Aziraphale thinks he is not *going back* to heaven, he's changing it, because he truly believes heaven is good, its just the people running him that fuck everything up. Where Crowley saw an injustice with how easy it was for the ineffable bureaucracy aziraphale sees a chance, specially since he's now replacing Gabriel. If he could do it then so can he! He can make heaven worthy of him and Crowley.

Now i want to go back to the metatron for a moment and how i think he really is manipulating aziraphale. If he has the power to brainwash aziraphale to do whatever he wants what is the point of telling him he can be with Crowley to convince him? What the metatron is doing is convincing aziraphale that they are on the same side, after all they both enjoy human food and the metatron doesn't mind that he's with Crowley. It's also important to note that azi doesn't know in detail that even Gabriel couldn't convince the other angels of not making another armageddon. But even if he knew he has the metatron on his side right? He believes it can be different with him in charge. The coffee is just a way for the metatron to show his “human side” to aziraphale.

Back to aziraphale, one of the moments where he felt heavily out of character for me is when he says nothing lasts forever because he spent a whole season saving the earth just so he could enjoy earthly pleasures with Crowley, and he loves his bookshop so much. How can he give this up so easily? But what he probably meant was that he's willing to give everything on earth that he loves to safely be with Crowley, and his only way to do that is to change heaven from the inside. Otherwise, they would be fighting the armageddon over and over again. This IS in character for him if you see it from his perspective.

Finally, if aziraphales decision was only atributed to some kind of brainwashing all of the possible ineffable husbands future arc would lose all its meaning. Aziraphale has said at times that crowley goes too fast for him (he said it about driving too fast but symbolism) 6000 YEARS IS TOO FAST FOR HIM!!! He needs time to process everything and we even have a parallelism with nina and maggie. Everyone was expecting them to immediately end up together just because they fell in love and nina is now single, but she needs time and thats realistic!! Shes not ready for another relationship but eventually she will, and maggie will wait for her. Aziraphale and crowley have a similar situation, only with 6000 years of angst and ineffability. The coffee theory would erase all of the complexity and chance of development of aziraphale character. Lets remember that this is the worlds slowest slow burn, it wont become fast all of the sudden. So i guess we just have to wait and see and thats gonna drive me fucking insane.

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