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Chapter 12

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, slow-burn, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: ~9 930

Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: description of Y/N's phobia - thanatophobia (fear of dying), mentions of visits to a psychiatrist (in a good way, nothing toxic or terrible), lots of angst, mental breakdown, lots of comforting moments/fluff of some sort, triggering, age regression (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY, just as a means of coping with stress), Jungkook is being sweet and caring, Hoseok makes some progress – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third-year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: TAGLIST OPEN.

The new chapter is here and I'm so excited about what's to come! Because of midterm test and other things I had to do I couldn't find the energy and time to finish the chapter for a while now... I know this one might be a bit too gloomy, dark and sad but good things are on the way :3

Please, enjoy! <3

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A few weeks later the situation had gotten even worse. The Kings had decided it was best for them to return to their lands and reflect on what each one did, while Jin and Yoongi stayed behind in the capital in one of the residences so they can continue working on the battle plans with Taehyung.

What happened to Y/N you ask?

That… was a touchy subject for each of the seven men. At first, the three of them who got into a fight initially were ready to rip Hoseok apart but in the end, managed to keep their anger at bay. A new issue had risen and required to be dealt with with caution.

“Wake up, Y/N, please” Yoongi was repeating this sentence over and over again but she remained unconscious in his hands. He felt empty and weak. Looking up he searched for Jin’s eyes and when their gazes met the Master was stunned. He saw so much pain in the face of his closest man.

“Let’s take her to the mansion.” Agares said to Baal but hearing that King Mammon stood up.

With a stern expression, he shook his head. “Not gonna happen. I’m taking Y/N to the North.”

“Really?” Yoongi snapped at him. “After everything you’ve done…”

“What I’ve done? You and Agares are the main reason for this shit and all that Y/N’s been through” the usual calm self of the King disappeared again. Rage was still coursing through his veins, making Jungkook’s blood boil.

“Enough of that” Noir who was quiet until now intervened. All of that was completely pointless and if the feud would continue at this point, in their state of mind it would lead to nowhere. “I’m making the decisions now because apparently, none of you are capable from what I’m seeing.” The disappointment was noticeable in Namjoon’s voice.

He walked over to the table and lifted one of the fallen chairs and sat on it with his legs crossed. “I see now why we were so drawn to her, some more, some less but that doesn’t matter now. The causes for this girl’s presence don’t matter anymore too, it’s a fact - Y/N’s here with us and we all know what kind of being she is.”

Hoseok’s jaw tightened while listening to their Leader. The feeling of betrayal was still so strong and it was clouding the demon’s mind. “What’s the point of those words?” He hissed, leaning with spread arms over the table.

“My point - she’d been thrown into this mess without her consent and knowledge of the whole situation.” While saying this Corson’s eyes moved to Jin and Yoongi who were standing side by side. They visibly retreated into themselves but maintained eye contact with the King. “If Agares had let go of his grudges like I did decades ago and came to talk it out, Y/N might still be alive and well with her friends back in the human world - blissfully oblivious to all this here, without any schemes or intrigues.”

“She’s alive” Jungkook stated flatly but King Noir shot him a warning glare.

“We might be demons and according to the humans that’s the synonym of “evil” but I believe we’re more than that.” Namjoon got quiet looking around the room at the other six men. At that moment Taehyung who was awfully quiet spoke up.

“It’s not my place to rub salt in the wound but this affair has gone too out of hand. I have spent enough time with Y/N to know that she was innocent and pretty much unaware of all of this. At first, I was opposed to being involved but from what I know now there wasn’t even a slight chance of me not getting in the middle of it somehow. Mind you it was my choice in the end so I’m not blaming anyone.” The General somehow felt responsible for the young woman too. “We are intelligent creatures, that’s why each one of us has such a high position in this society.” He got closer to King Alastor and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “The first time a crisis occurred I don’t think we gave our best to avert it and we just let resentment and fury take over which was not right. That’s the main reason why we’re here now at each other's throats. This is not right…” Gaap closed his eyes in frustration. The demon wanted all this to be finally over. “We were what the humans call “friends” and now everything has crumbled to the ground and I’m still hoping there’s some way to fix it.”

“Tch…” Hoseok snorted “friends? Friends don’t choose a-” but at that second Jimin’s open hand shot up in a warning for him to stop. “Whatever.” The King of the East then said, thrown off.

“So I was saying that if we let go of our rage maybe could come together once more. Maybe Y/N is the key to make this possible.”

Agares smiled mockingly in the General’s direction. “You really think we can do that? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’m not” Gaap replied with a serious face. “A war is approaching, a half-dead girl is laying on the ground and we’re further apart than ever before. This is not a joke or a way to mock any of you…”

“Taehyung is right,” Namjoon said backing him up. “I think it’s best for all of us to return to our regions and reflect. Think about what happened and once you reach a decision on what you want to do next return to the capital, then send a letter to the other six. Once everyone has reached a final decision we will gather here in the palace to discuss what would be the best course of action.” Then the King of the West laced his fingers together waiting for the others to say what they think about his offer. Slowly the demons nodded one by one without a word. “If someone wants to say something, anything, now it’s the time.”

“What about Y/N?” King Mammon asked with a pleading look, hoping for Noir to take the hint. The other man stared at the unconscious girl and then turned to Jungkook.

“Get her to the North. It’s dangerous for her to stay here since apparently someone is after her.”

The moment Baal opened his mouth to express his displeasure with this decision Namjoon shook his head. “It’s final. Doordale is too open. She’s helpless and given the fact that we will be far away, it’s better if Jungkook takes care of her for now. He is the best with making someone disappear and the guards there are top-notch.”

“Thank you Noir” Jungkook flashed him a smile but then felt the air getting thicker. Afraid to cause another misunderstanding he turned to Baal and Agares. “Hey! I didn’t mean to gloat don’t get me wrong. If she wakes up you will be the first to know. It’s not my intention to keep Y/N away from either of you.”

Yoongi visibly relaxed while Jin remained on edge. “You better.” The taller demon seethed through clenched teeth. “If something happens to her your head will roll, mark my words.”

“Come on, let’s get back.” Baal urged the Master to the door.

The other demons began shifting slowly and getting ready to leave. Jungkook approached Y/N who was still out of it, breathing ever so slightly. Her face was pale and the lips - dry. “I will take care of you” the demon whispered and pushed his hands under the young woman’s body, lifting her up with ease. Jimin then stepped in front of him, preventing Mammon from leaving.

“Wanna go some of the way together - to the Big Crossroad?”

The tattooed demon just nodded curtly.

…

The carriages were going together with guards riding at the front and at the back, but the two Kings were together in Mammon’s carriage.

There was still some time until they reached the place where they would go their separate ways. Both men were quiet with Y/N sleeping in Jungkook’s arms. He was mindlessly stroking the girl’s hair.

“I never meant for this to blow so out of proportion,” Aamon said quietly, never taking his eyes off the other two. You could say that he almost regretted his actions…

“Me neither. To be honest, I’ve had so many dreams of the seven of us fixing our problems and coming together as brothers but I’m too engrossed in doing my own things and enjoying celebration after celebration. The Ministers never stopped sending women and gifts… I’m too greedy.” The tattooed demon smiled bitterly. The irony - calling himself greedy.

“We’re bearers of great sins, we are born from that. I’m not going to sit here and wine about the things I’ve done” those words made Jungkook uncomfortable. It sounded like his companion didn’t want to change a thing. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I know I’ve fucked things up just as much as any of us did but you know what they say - there’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

Jimin’s eyes landed on Y/N’s pale face. “We are Kings and must only look forward. I will go back to the South and figure a way how to work things out with Hoseok.”

“What about Agares and Baal?”

“Baal will come around and as for Agares…” he sighed heavily. “He’s bottled too much hate and is still living in the past. It will take time.”

The other demon laughed lightly. It was funny how much faith Jimin had in the rest. Maybe this was not all bad though… Maybe he should do the same?

“What about her?” the silver-haired man asked softly, his demeanor and facial expression changing instantly. His biggest fear was that Y/N would choose someone else but not him which was very likely given what had happened up until this point. The young woman was nothing like them - a Spark and a demon with human behavioral patterns, so peculiar. At times she seemed incredibly confused and lost around the seven men. “It was entertaining how Y/N was struggling with herself when we were coming strong onto her.”

“Most humans are monogamous.” King Mammon stated matter-of-factly, with no emotion.

“I know, I know but her two selves were constantly fighting. Y/N’s strong since she managed to keep those primal instincts at bay.” Jimin was musing mostly to himself.

The taller demon had so many things he wanted to tell the man sitting in front of him but said only one wishful sentence. “I hope she decides to stay and stick with us.”

“Meaning?” Jimin lifted a brow not understanding where this was going.

“The Spark. It’s dangerous for her, while if Y/N chooses her demonic side… can you…” Mammon got excited and his eyes became glossy and shiny. He tightened his arms around the girl, then continued speaking in this overly excited manner. “Can you imagine how strong she would be? You saw the markings - the power of speech, this hasn’t happened in centuries.”

The maniacal look on the black-haired demon’s face worried King Aamon. “Jungkook…” he leaned forward placing a hand on Mammon’s knee. “It’s up to her. You have to ensure Y/N is safe and taken care of for now. When she comes to it will be entirely up to her. Don’t do this because it will push her away and force an unpleasant outcome.”

“My King, we are at the Big Crossroad.” The Coachman informed Jimin while tapping on the roof of the carriage. Aamon nodded and straightened up.

“Very well. I will be out in a minute.” With that, he focused on his companion once more. “Please don’t coerce or pressure her if she wakes up.”

“She will. No “if”s.” Jungkook snapped back.

The other man smiled. “You have my complete trust and I’m glad that Corson entrusted Y/N to you.”

The King of the North rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t fuck with me. I know how much you want to be in my place.”

They said their goodbyes and Aamon reached for the door handle but then turned back. A longing look took over his doll-like features. In a swift motion, then he bent over and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s cheek then planted a kiss on her forehead. It felt like the time had stopped. Jimin remained like this for a few seconds basking in the feeling while Jungkook sat completely still. “We will see each other soon princess.”

After that, he left and Mammon continued on his way with the young woman pressed to his chest.

…

“Mom?” Y/N woke up when the door opened.

“Hey, baby.” The woman looked anxious. It was a rare sight to see.

“What’s happening? Why’re you looking at me like this?”

Turning around in the bed the girl saw a bright light coming from the windows. The decoration in the room was from her childhood days with all the stuffed toys and books spread over the floor.

“Y/N, baby, we don’t have much time. Listen to me” her mother sat on the edge of the bed and took the girl’s little hands in hers. “It’s important to stay true to yourself and not lose track of the right path. Important decisions have to be made in due time.”

Flashes of some scary dreams appeared in Y/N’s mind - seven tall figures looming over her tiny body with hands outstretched coming closer and closer. “Mommy I’m scared” she whimpered, pulling on the woman’s shirt.

“I’m right here, don’t be.” The two hugged each other tightly and stayed like that for a few minutes. “Now, do you want to hear a story?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. “Once upon a time there lived a princess in a kingdom far away from here. Her parents were extremely busy and were always leaving her alone to deal with whatever problem arose. When the princess got older her mom and dad told her that she should help them with ruling the Kingdom but this required her to become a fearless warrior.” Y/N exclaimed in surprise.

“But… mom, aren’t the princesses supposed to be pretty and get married to a nice prince?”

Her mom laughed wholeheartedly and ruffled the girl’s hair. “You know your fairytales very well.” Then she got serious once again. “This princess was not like the others, her life was harder but also very rewarding. One day on the battlefield she saved a wounded man and took good care of him and since the woman was so nice to him he fell in love with her. The princess was afraid to admit she had developed feelings for him too so she left the next night.”

“But that’s sad…” Y/N sniffled.

“It is but then something unthinkable happened. One day while the girl was taking a walk around the city the same man approached her. He had traveled the world to find her and in the end, his efforts were granted with success. Then and there the young woman promised to never leave his side no matter what. It turned out that he was a magical being with great power but the princess’ parents were mad at her for choosing him. That’s why the two ran away and hid from everyone. They had a beautiful baby girl but bad people found out and came looking for them. The parents were left with no choice but to run again. In the end the best choice was to give their child to a nice woman who kindly offered shelter for the baby. The kid grew up to be sweet and caring just like her parents, even though she didn’t have any recollection of them ever existing.”

“But mom why did they leave their child if they loved it so much?”

“Because she was in danger and they would never be able to forgive themselves if something bad would happen to their daughter. In the end, her parents were separated and they never saw each other again.”

Y/N’s lower lip trembled. “That’s a sad story mommy.”

“I know love but this story is my gift for you. Once you grow up you will understand everything.”

…

The days were passing monotonously. Things stayed the same, Jungkook woke up each morning and checked the reports from the previous night. Nothing was happening, as if the Queen was dormant, waiting for something specific to occur. After that, he was spending the day staying in Y/N’s room reading a book to her or drawing her sleeping face over and over again. She was being washed and dressed every day by the two maids who were by her side the first time when she came here.

“I miss your voice so much. Don’t leave me” he whispered. “I’ve heard Monica say you will love me one day and I will wait. I will wait for your loving one day…” He pressed his forehead to the soft mattress and closed his eyes. “Please wake up Y/N.”

Mammon felt pathetic for saying those things over and over again but he couldn’t help it. Guilt was eating away at the demon for all the times he used her for his and the other’s entertainment. Jungkook was fixated on making it right by her once the girl has woken up. Each time he closed his eyes the only thing he saw were Y/N’s sad eyes, the scared look after the markings appeared, King Alastor squeezing her neck, and how she was struggling in the King’s tight grip. All this was unforgivable indeed but she was always so good and the demon hoped that somewhere in her heart Y/N will find absolution and would be ready to accept his apology.

Let me say just this - sometimes some things are too hard or even impossible to forget but the key is to be able to forgive. Sometimes letting go of old grudges and focusing on what’s to come is the best option so you don’t lose yourself in all the anger and sorrow.

Jungkook was ready to climb a mountain if that was needed to prove he meant each word.

…

Almost three weeks went by. Jin and Yoongi were occasionally seeing each other in the mansion and even then they didn’t say much. The two men had buried themselves in old tomes looking for a way to wake Y/N up.

None of them had said a thing about what transpired in the central palace. Agares was still bitter and he felt defeated. Why?

Well, that’s because Jungkook had taken Y/N away after Namjoon gave his final ruling. After the Master had returned home the same day he had let his rage run free until Yoongi came back to the residence.

“Stop this shit.” The emotionless voice made Jin stop and turn around. The room was in disarray, broken chairs and pieces of glass and porcelain were scattered everywhere. “Do you think I’m happy that she’s gone?”

“It’s all because of them four. No! Hoseok! He’s the one to blame-”

Baal’s teeth clicked in frustration. “Don’t do that. Things will continue to go downhill until you cut this shit off. Use your brain Jin!” His voice became louder than before and the Master’s eyes narrowed.

“Mind your tone and words” he warned but the shorter demon didn’t care one bit.

“You can’t intimidate me. She’s gone now and we might never see her again so forgive me if I’m not ready to deal with your childish behavior yet.”

Agares gritted his teeth angrily but instead of deepening the confrontation, he kept quiet.

“We should fix things with King Alastor and also look for a way to bring Y/N back.”

Throwing his head back, Jin began laughing crazily. The loud sound tore the air around the two and echoed for a few seconds after the demon had stopped. “Whoa, you really know how to entertain me.” His face got serious. “There is no way in Hell I would go back to this bastard and talk with him. His selfishness got us here.”

The other man shook his head. “No Jin, all of us. We got ourselves in the middle of that shitstorm and we should find a way out of it.” Turning around to the door Yoongi stopped with his hand on the handle. “Think about it and you will see this is the best course of action. We should find a way back to each other because you remember - long ago we were inseparable.”

Looking at them you might wonder how the two demons haven’t killed each other - they were the exact opposites character-wise and yet - to see or hear a fight or dispute between them was an extremely rare occurrence. The sole reason for this was only one - Yoongi was the quiet and calm part in this friendship and then there was Jin - rowdy and loud with a short temper. You know how it goes - opposites attract.

“What about Y/N then?” Agares asked hurriedly before the other man left.

“I will send a letter to Trophonius. During the time we spent there with her the Oracle took a liking to the girl and once he knows the details of the issue at hand maybe he will be kind enough to come and help us.”

It was amazing how when it came to Y/N most of the seven men were thinking as one and were trying to make her stay in the Scarlet Land as pleasant as possible. If we… could call it that.

…

King Alastor was plagued by unwelcomed memories of the past. It was an absolute hell - each time he closed his eyes the demon was seeing scenes of the previous war, the day the seven demons fell apart, ugly disfigured faces of the enemies he had fought and the one that always made Hoseok wake up covered in sweat - Y/N, pale, struggling in his iron grip, tight around her neck and the next scene was her on the ground - lifeless. Then this was followed by the other six standing at her side looking at the King with resentment for what he had done.

“She’s not dead!” He was shouting in the dream but they didn’t care one bit and just continued to look at him, unmoving and silent.

This went on for a week or so. All the alcohol couldn’t drown the uneasy feeling and bitterness.

Then the second week came. The servants were quiet and extremely careful not to trigger the King in any way. Eternal life could be too much to handle if each day passed like that - buried in heavy, burdensome thoughts and reliving the worst moments. Hoseok began thinking that it was a punishment from some god-like being for going once more against his closest people and for getting consumed by hatred that he thought to be just.

When the third week began things slowly started to settle down and after long hours of thinking back on what had happened Hoseok concluded that he had jumped to conclusions too fast. After all, even Namjoon who was calculating and incredulous decided to grant Y/N the benefit of the doubt.

“I should talk to him…” he muttered while a maid was pouring him coffee.

“Excuse me Your Highness?” she turned to him with an apologetic look. “I didn’t hear You well.”

Alastor slowly lifted his head to look at the succubus. Her eyes widened in horror and she bowed and then immediately began apologizing and begging for forgiveness. He sighed in frustration - none of them had done anything to upset him and yet each sound that reached his ears or if a movement was a bit too wide or uncoordinated the King grew frustrated and angry at the staff. “Leave me be” Alastor waved dismissively at the maid and sent her away.

By the end of the third week, the King of the East had made arrangements to visit Noir in the West. It was easy to talk to him. The other demon was a good listener, always has been and especially if the person before him was close to him somehow. Hoseok hoped that Namjoon would be ready to hear him out after what had happened not so long ago.

The West had a different atmosphere about it even though the region was part of the kingdom of Doordale. All kinds of important people had a residence there - the demons from the ministry, fauns and ghouls who were members of the royal council and so on. The region was like the Orange county of the empire - you could wander all day long looking at the architectural wonders which were their homes. There was only one reason why they were choosing to live here - to be away from prying eyes.

"Greetings my King" the men standing guard by the massive double doors saluted Hoseok when he approached with his entourage. "King Corson is expecting You." They opened the doors to let him in. As per usual the members of the staff bowed to the demon. A butler accompanied by two other guards appeared inviting Alastor to walk with them so they could take him to Namjoon.

The Royal Protocol seemed demanding to someone who was taking a first look at it but in time it was turning out to be quite easy to get accustomed to. The key to it all - perfect coordination with others.

"Welcome!" Namjoon stood up from his chair and handed the book he was reading to one of the servants. "I was surprised when the messenger boy brought me the letter. I presume you want to talk?" There was a whiff of a good-hearted jest in Noir's voice.

"Oh no, I just came for the tea" the other King laughed lightly and they clasped each other's hands tightly as a greeting.

"Good" Namjoon became serious for a second and then smiled widely, his dimples appearing immediately "because I have none."

If he had to be honest King Corson would never say he didn’t expect Alastor to come. The subjects of the kingdom knew Noir to keep away from familiarities and empty pleasantries with the higher-ups, his calculating look that he had on constantly usually managed to intimidate everyone but it was for a reason. Who would look at him and take the demon seriously if he was an airhead who cared only about small talk and pretentious meetings? Exactly - no one. This behavior was what has gotten Namjoon this far, it was the reason why he has established himself as a leader of some sorts.

“Let me be clear - I won’t pressure you into taking a side” Hoseok said while twirling one of the strings dangling from his dress shirt between his fingers. “I just want to tell you how I feel about the whole thing. I’ve been closest to you all those centuries for a reason.”

Namjoon just nodded, suppressing the urge to ask him all sorts of questions.

“I don’t like her or… let’s say I don’t trust her. I don’t know this woman and after what came to light about her identity I didn’t see a reason to even try.” The King knew the legends very well and could recite every story he had heard of the Spark.

“Why?” tilting his head to the side Noir rubbed his chin, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Well, it’s not like I have something against Y/N being a Spark or her being a demon. My problem is the combination - you know our kind very well and what we’re capable of, the atrocities.” The other man blinked once with understanding. “I’m not saying that the nation of the Spark was bad or dangerous but I get it now why they were killed off.”

“Really? Tell me” he really wanted to know why Hoseok had been so off about Y/N, apparently, it wasn’t just a pretense.

The King of the East was usually so accepting of other species and gave the people every chance to prove themselves without any bias. Of course, he had a twisted sense of humor and liked to push others to their limits but this was a different matter. “Imagine what would’ve happened if the Sparks began mating with us or the ghouls or even worse - the therianthropes.” Alastor huffed in frustration, the skin under his eyes wrinkled when he grimaced in disgust. Namjoon smirked, it was amusing how expressive the other King was. “You know how everyone used to say that the worst that could happen to the Scarlet Land was if the Spark turned dark.”

“Mmh. I’ve heard of this… what was it called…?”

“Dim Glow. That’s what my brother and father used to call the phenomenon of them turning rogue and forsaking the Light.”

It was a sad story. The nation of the Spark was never meant to live in a dark and rotten place like the Scarlet Land, but being feared and shunned by everyone they had ended up there, which had led to their inevitable demise. Let’s say that as a whole the supernatural beings were divided as ones of the “Light” and those of “the Darkness”. The primordial rule was to never mix the two in any way, especially if it came down to procreation because the results might turn out disastrous. The power those beings possess was said to be greater than that of a god. “So imagine if this girl turned out like this! She could tear everything around us down if the essence of the two sides mix - Y/N will be-”

“Uncontrollable. Unstoppable…” King Noir finished the sentence and he and Hoseok shared a look. “But that’s what Jungkook and Yoongi were trying to prevent recently. Baal and Agares had figured out things long before we did while Mammon was doing it out of selfish desires but all of them were helping Y/N stick to only one side.”

“I see that now, yes.” The other man’s eyes lowered with guilt. “I regret messing up the things between the four of us.”

One very specific arrogant look of Corson’s appeared and the other demon knew it was there without even seeing it. “You should. Also, keep in mind that what Y/N did was induced by our behavior - because of Aamon, Agares and Mammon throwing her around, because us three with Taehyung had been suspicious and treating the girl as some lowly tool in order to achieve one’s goal, lower than the cheap whores roaming the streets, also you - becoming aggressive… all of those things led to this outcome.”

“I have to find a way to fix “us” if that’s even possible.”

Hoseok leaned back in his chair and covered his face with a hand. He has never been rash or that impulsive, maybe the pressure recently had reached a new high or maybe he was losing his touch…

…

I guess you all know the story of Sleeping Beauty. Y/N was now in a similar situation but the difference was that she was fighting to stay afloat and alive in her mind.

All the nightmares and terrors that were appearing in her head prevented her from waking up. I can’t even count how many times she saw her mother who was trying to influence the girl to give up and go with her. Where? Oh, I don't know exactly… so many times Y/N thought of following her but then decided against it saying "I have to wait for someone, I don't know who but they are coming to get me." Then the Kings and the other demons would appear taunting her or whispering sweet nothings, coercing Y/N to give her body to the pleasure they were offering. Another time scary creatures chased her around a dark forest and in the end she always ended up falling from a cliff.

“Hey baby” Y/N’s mother entered the room again. She had her hair tied in a tight bun which meant that the woman had just returned from the office. “Wanna talk?” Something felt off this time.

The young woman nodded and left the thick textbook on the bed. “Sure mom. What do you wanna talk about?” Back in the days it was not an unusual thing for them to share a moment like this, just the two, discussing something important but now Y/N felt weird and out of place. She couldn’t think of a topic or a problem that needed their attention at the moment.

The mother looked down at the textbook - “Internal medicine”. After a long pause she sighed as if the whole world was weighing down on her shoulders. “Why did you decide to study this? It’s so hard for you mentally and physically - you barely sleep these days or eat properly.”

“Mom…” Y/N rubbed her temples trying not to get agitated. This conversation has always been the worst, since the first day the girl announced she had planned on enrolling in the medical university. Mrs. Y/L/N had tried her best to dissuade her daughter from doing this but to no avail. “You know very well why. Moreover, it’s my last year. I enjoy every part of this - the help I can provide, giving hope to people, the efforts to lessen the struggles of others - it’s all incredibly rewarding.”

Her mother shook her head in disappointment and looked Y/N dead in the eye. The color of their pupils was exactly the same, and the face shapes too. A random thought crossed the girl’s mind unexpectedly “How could she not be my mom?” But why did she think of that? “Am I forgetting something…?”

“Don’t be a child. This crippling fear that’s been plaguing your mind since you were five? That has nothing to do with choosing this profession?” Her voice became unrecognizable, laced with menace. It also had this unpleasant sound as if the woman’s mouth was filled with unswallowed saliva.

“You know I don’t talk about that. Not anymore,” Y/N said through clenched teeth.

“That? This-“

“No mom. Stop it.” Panic began rising in her chest.

Mrs. Y/L/N had this sad expression on her face now. “The fear of death is common in many people, baby.”

Shaking her head Y/N tried to get rid of these thoughts just like before but it didn’t work now. Anxiety and desperation got her in a tight chokehold and she began breathing heavily.

“Seeing and reading about all the possible causes for someone’s death is tiring. Do you see the darkness sometimes? Do you think about it?” The girl was now shaking uncontrollably, sobbing and whimpering. She hadn’t had a panic attack in so long. “You want to become a medical geneticist or no… what was it? Genetic engineer so you can find the key to eternal life right?” Her mother took Y/N’s hands in hers and continued speaking. “You know if you let me take you away I will show you only light and there won’t be a need to ever think of that again.”

Holding on for dear life her daughter tried speaking. “M-m-mom… I’m… I-I…”

“Shhh… don’t be scared.”

“Master!” Monica ran inside the office screaming her lungs out. “Please! Come quick!”

Jungkook knew that this behavior meant only two things - either Y/N has woken up or was dying. Jumping to his feet the demon ran through the hallways.

When he entered the girl’s room he saw her in a terrible state - her body shaking from tremors with different intensity, sweat covering her face and neck, tears streaming down. The most unbearable thing was the quiet wailing reaching the King’s ears. “What’s wrong with her?!” He roared while crossing the room to sit on the bed next to Y/N.

“I-I…” the maid stuttered. “I was sitting on the chair watching her Ladyship and then it just happened out of nowhere.”

Jungkook hasn’t done this in so long but now was the perfect time for it. Closing his eyes the man emptied his mind completely. He pictured Yoongi’s face and a thin red loose string appeared, connecting the two demons. That was the telepathic bond the seven of them were sharing. “Yoongi are you listening?” Mammon said. A few seconds passed and then he continued, his voice turning frantic. “Y/N’s not well. Something is happening and I need you to come. Use the Wishing well and…”

The maid stayed on the side, crying. She liked the young woman so much and was so grateful for all the good things Y/N had said to her and for the nice attitude. The first time she felt like a human being was when the girl came to the palace and treated Monica as a friend and not as some lowlife. “Please save her, Your Highness…” the maid sobbed quietly.

A few minutes went by and the wooden door flew open. Baal came in tow with the man from Christopher’s memories - the Leader of the Oracles. The white-haired man didn’t say a word, just approached and bent down to touch Y/N’s forehead with his. Her body continued spasming in uneven intervals.

After a while the Oracle straightened up and looked at Jungkook with a grim expression. “She’s dying.”

“NO!” Both Mammon and Baal shouted simultaneously. The King’s black hair was in disarray, his cold eyes were filled with sadness and fear now and his hands were trembling from the adrenaline rush.

“Save her!” Yoongi got closer to them. He was obliged to find a way to keep Y/N alive at all costs, there was so much more to tell her and do together. The demon had plans to return with the girl to her world and clean up his wrongdoings but this…

The white-haired man nodded with a reserved expression. “Keep in mind that this might not work but since we don’t have another option…”

“Say it.” Jungkook ordered harshly, his eyes burning with determination.

“The thing is that whatever is killing Y/N is in her mind. Probably her own thoughts and since she’s been in this state for a while exhaustion is taking a toll on her. I need to channel some of your life essence into her.”

“Done” Jungkook and Yoongi both stepped forward as one but the Oracle shook his head.

“Only one thing is stopping me from doing this.”

Baal’s jaw tightened. “Those two sides of her.”

“Exactly. She might become a demon…”

“I don’t care! Do you want Y/N to…” The King was unable to say it. This was the first time in his centuries-long life he felt so desperate and lost. The woman was so precious to him and just thinking about losing her caused the demon immense pain - both physical and mental. He… loved Y/N and would give his own life to save hers. “Do it!” Jungkook grabbed the Oracle by the shoulders with gloved hands.

The other man blinked once, agreeing silently. “I will sit here and make sure to establish a bond with her. You must place a hand on my forehead and let down all the defenses so I can channel your essence into her.” The man then turned to Yoongi with a stern expression. “Keep a close watch on him. He mustn’t break physical contact with me.” Baal just stared unblinkingly.

“Come on baby, let me help you” her mother went on and on.

When Y/N was younger and an episode like this happened it was common after that for the girl to regress for different periods of time. That’s why her mom was always staying by Y/N’s side helping her recover. Why regressing? The girl’s mind was always so exhausted due to the stress caused by those intrusive thoughts. During and after an event of that sorts the regression became a coping mechanism so the brain could recover. In the past, the panic attacks used to happen almost every other day and the psychiatrist that Y/N was seeing at that time, had explained that it was a way to deal with the stress - reverting back to the stress-free, burdenless life of an infant or a child.

Y/N continued seeing the doctor for years up until her fifteenth birthday. Then looking at the cake the girl decided that the best decision was to become a doctor. The psychiatrist had advised her to find a way to deal permanently with the fear without the help of pills and other drugs. At some point the mentioning of the medical profession put Y/N on the way to healing.

“You’re strong enough to deal with this. Of course this is not a panacea, there might be times when you will get triggered by something, given the fact that being a doctor means seeing death a lot. You should have a grounding object or something of the sorts. You can always count on me and come for sessions. We’ve ruled out all of the underlying mental disorders so there’s nothing to worry about. This is just a coping mechanism for worries about the impact of aging.”

Once the girl started preparing for the entrance exams things began changing slowly. The panic attacks got rarer and rarer and those intrusive thoughts bothered her less and less with time. It all came from the fact that Y/N was working in the direction to find a way to be alive forever. A childish goal in the other’s eyes but the strongest driving force for her to stay afloat.

And now…

This uncooperative mind of hers was trying to “persuade” the young woman to let go and thus the attack happened.

At some point during the whole ordeal Yoongi began doubting if this was working at all - Y/N was still convulsing and whimpering. Jungkook on the other hand looked horrible - he was pale, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth.

“She’s so strong, there’re so many walls, metaphorically speaking, in her mind. I can’t break them down.” Trophonius murmured with his eyes closed.

“Just… figure it out” Yoongi hissed angrily. “I can feel her becoming weaker.”

The minutes were passing and nothing was happening…

At some point the King felt weak in the knees but did his best to resist the fatigue. Baal saw that and cautiously made a step towards him.

“I’m fine” Mammon spat out, still looking intently at Y/N’s face. “I don’t need your help!” So stubborn and unwilling to accept assistance from anyone.

More time went by but at one certain moment something felt like breaking. The air in the room turned static and Trophonius opened his eyes suddenly. “That’s it! Keep going!” Those words were aimed at Jungkook.

In the chests of both demons their hearts skipped a beat. Yoongi expected to see Mammon transforming but apparently the low energy level had the last say now. It was a well-known fact that in the process of shifting a lot of energy was required and now Jungkook had exhausted most of it.

“Y/N, look at me” her mom tried getting the girl’s attention but it was no use.

Y/N was crying unstoppably, the screams now resembled those of physical pain. She felt so helpless and bare. There’s no way she could die. Her mom would never be so mean to trigger her on purpose and then not even try to help her get over the episode.

“I-It… hurt-t-ts” the young woman cried pathetically. “I can-n’t” a new agonizing moan ripped through the air.

There was a knock at the door and both women cast their eyes in the direction of the sound.

“Yoongi hold him” Trophonius groaned in displeasure. “If he lets go all would have been for nothing.”

Without a second thought the other demon appeared behind the King and pressed himself to the other’s back. At that moment a nice thought dawned on him - Baal reached forward and placed his hand over Jungkook’s and the other around his chest for support.

“Whoa! I didn’t expect your spirit to be so strong” the Oracle exclaimed. It was a good decision to use the two of them but the downside would have been that both of their energy supply could run out just as fast so Trophonius needed a backup. “You are the sin of Sloth and yet this is… incredible!”

Then the white-haired man felt it - the last “wall” falling down.

Jungkook saw it first - the door in the darkness. Screams were coming from behind it and this bothered the demon to another extent. He began walking towards it but then Yoongi materialized too.

“What’s that?” Baal asked confused.

“Must be Y/N’s mind space. Let’s go, I don’t like this.”

The two approached the door and Jungkook knocked twice. It was best not to scare Y/N even more considering the state she was in back in the real world. After a second he opened the door and what they saw stunned them. This disgusting deformed apparition sat next to their pretty girl with tentacle-like appendages wrapped around different parts of Y/N’s body.

From her perspective, though this seemed different - it was still her mother and everything was completely normal.

Of course, the two demons looked exactly like themselves but the young woman couldn’t remember who they were. Looking at the men she began crying again. “I-I don’ wan-n-nt to…”

Baal crossed the room and grabbed the ghost-like creature. It screeched and another outgrowth shot out from its body wrapping around the demon’s neck. The King ran forward while the other two were struggling and grabbed Y/N who was still under the apparition’s influence. The tentacles were wrapped so tightly around her that even Jungkook with his strength couldn’t get the girl out. “Rip its head off!” the tattooed demon roared.

Yoongi didn’t answer back. He was still struggling with overpowering the creature. Seeing no other way around it Mammon began transforming partially and he dug his sharpened teeth into the black matter keeping Y/N under. No blood came out, nor did any tissue got ripped - of course this was a thought. Y/N’s thought that they couldn’t kill.

“Talk to her!” Yoongi urged Jungkook to try a different approach.

The King then knelt near the bed and grabbed the girl’s hand. “Hey princess. It’s me, do you remember me?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror, she knew this face from another nightmare of hers. He was bad and mean, this man was not good and the girl wasn’t supposed to go with him anywhere. She shook her head frantically. “Pl-please d-d-don’t hur’ me!”

Those words stung badly. The demon winced and balled his fists. “What has this thing done to you?” Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He was lost.

Yoongi was still trying to fight the apparition but nothing physical could make it budge. Everytime he tried punching, squeezing or kicking it felt like sand was on the other side of his fist. That’s why the only way seemed to be a battle of their minds but he couldn’t do it. It was just an idea of sorts and it didn’t have any brain to produce thoughts of its’ own.

“She has to deal with it” Baal said in the end. “We can’t do shit.” Once he stopped struggling the vision stopped fighting him too. It then turned his attention back to Y/N.

“Who are those people?!” Y/N’s mother was shouting in her face. “Tell them to go and leave us alone!”

The girl just shook her head.

“Hey, princess listen to me.” Jungkook began once again. “It’s me one of the Kings. Remember how you were feeding the birds in the pond in my garden?”

“N-no” Y/N stuttered and got her hands away from the demon’s, pressing them to her chest. “No!”

“Come on” the tattooed man smiled pleasantly and his lip ring glistened in the daylight. “The talk we had in the bathroom, the confessions?” From what Mammon knew the way to bring someone back was to remind them of some good moment but… He felt so guilty. There were almost no pleasant memories to speak of - he cause Y/N so much pain he had to atone for. If he was able to cry this was the moment he would do it. Taking a deep breath he placed his hand on the girl’s knee. Her eyes widened and she began trashing around.

“Don’t t-touch m-m-!”

“Hey, hey. Okay I won’t touch you” the demon lifted his hands up in the air. Then Yoongi approached from behind keeping an eye on the creature who was murmuring something inaudible.

“We don’t have much time Jungkook” the shorter demon warned. “Something’s changing.”

So many sounds were overlapping in Y/N’s mind. Her mother was screaming on one side and then there were the two men saying some weird things that made her even more confused. It was impossible to think straight.

“Do you remember how sad you were-”

“That’s not how you do it” Baal cut the other man off. He feared that everything would go from bad to worse.

“Let me be. Y/N you were very sad and lonely that I left you for days during the feast. But do you also recall how glum I was when you decided to leave? That’s because I regretted my decisions then and now even more.” A tremor ripped through Y/N’s body.

“Mommy…” she wept weakly.

“She sees her mother.” Yoongi muttered more to himself. This was proving so much…

“I’m so sorry princess, I’m so sorry. I will never leave you again” those words sounded so genuine that they surprised even Baal. The mint-haired demon felt a pang of jealousy. Why couldn’t he be the one to do this? “Monica is taking care of you for so many days now. She loves you so much, the girl’s saying you’re her closest friend. I adore you for this kind heart of yours, Yoongi here feels the same way.” The King reached up to touch the young woman’s face but one of the tentacles of the apparition wrapped around his hand, stopping the demon. “Let me take you away and help you. I will make sure to eliminate every threat and danger around you, princess.”

“Liar” she sniffled.

“I can prove to you that I’m not. Don’t you want to see the people that long for you?” Y/N shivered and scooted over closer to the creature. Jungkook’s doe eyes got wider with fear.

“Y-you are n-no real…”

“But I am. Want me to prove you wrong? Think back and remember the time when I held you close. There’s something I asked you in the beginning. Do you remember what was it?”

“I don’t want to go” Y/N whispered, not listening to the King. He was becoming desperate.

“Do you remember what I asked you, princess?” he tried once again. “Let me ask one last question - demon shift or human?”

Then the girl got quiet. Everything stood still, the apparition stopped moving, the tentacles froze for a second and their matter stopped shifting too. “D-demon sh-shif’ or h-?”

“Yes.”

“Demon or human…” Y/N was talking to herself, her eyes glued to Mammon’s face. There was something strangely adorable about her disheveled look and those wide curious eyes, looking for an answer. Chewing on her bottom lip now the girl looked at the nightstand. There she saw her first stethoscope. Reaching for it with a trembling hand the creature didn’t try to stop her this time.

Yoongi followed her movement with interest - she wanted to take it. Getting on the other side of Jungkook he took it and handed it to Y/N. When she touched the stethoscope the young woman closed her eyes and her facial features softened. She ran her fingers over the cold shiny metallic parts, trying to steady the ragged breathing. “Demon or human…” Y/N said once more.

“Mmh.” Jungkook hummed. The two men stood in their respective spots, waiting for what was to come next.

“I-it’s you. Kookie…”

At this moment Yoongi visibly relaxed and sighed. The King smiled brightly and the skin around his eyes scrunched cutely. “It’s me and Yoongi. He was as annoying as ever but… helped me so much. Come on.” The demon took Y/N’s hands and kissed them.

“But…” she hesitated for a moment looking at the deformed creature, still seeing her mother with a disappointed angry look on her face. “What about my mom?”

“Thoughts can’t hurt you Y/N” the mint-haired demon tilted his head towards the apparition. “She’s been gone for a while now. You’re safe with us.”

Jungkook then carefully lifted the woman up and walked out the door with the other man following close behind.

“Your Excellency! Excuse my intrusion but the soldiers on the southern border were attacked” one of the first Lieutenants barged into the Solar room of Taehyung’s mansion. The General was snoozing on the soft daybed with a couple of books laying open on the small table next to him.

“So it’s begun.” Gaap rose up quickly and headed for the door. “It’s time to do what I do best.” Taehyung’s eyes flashed dangerously with his sharp mind already in full motion, running laps.

The supreme moment of Y/N returning after weeks of being unconscious brought joy and relief to everyone. The Oracle congratulated the two demons for their hard work which was a miracle by itself. “I will be staying at Agares’ residence so if you need me just tell the King and I will be here.” Those were the last words he said to Y/N before leaving.

Immediately after coming back to the real world, the three men noticed the state she was in - frail and on the verge of another breakdown. All those horrible nightmares and terrors that her mind put the girl through had drained her immensely. Here, now in the waking world, she was still in regression, which was concerning for everyone.

It was heartbreaking to see this strong woman in this state - eyes filled with fear and sadness, with knees bent close to her chest, chewing on her nails and lips. Y/N’s speech was disrupted, sometimes not understandable at all.

“I trust you will take good care of her” there was nothing more important to Yoongi now. He didn’t want to leave but the demon also didn’t want to overstay his welcome.

“There’s no way I would leave her side.”

…

Soon news about the attack spread all around the empire. The idea of the Kings gathering to sort everything out at the set time and date didn’t become reality.

At that precise moment when the messenger arrived to tell Jungkook the bad news, he was laying in bed with Y/N who was sleeping in his lap. King Mammon had his head pressed to the headboard, eyes half-closed, playing with the girl’s hair and softly scratching and massaging the skin of the scalp just like she had asked him to do.

For the past three days, the demon was working on helping his precious girl recover just like the Oracle had advised him to do.

Only Monica was allowed to enter Y/N’s room and when it was time for a bath Jungkook was leaving in order to respect her privacy. On the first day, the young woman cried like a child when the demon left her side. “I will be back in a while, princess,” he said to her, kissing the back of Y/N’s hand.

Now when the maid entered Mammon noticed the antsy behavior immediately. “What is it?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“My King, there’s a messenger here. Should I send him in?”

The pretty features of Jungkook’s face got distorted. He frowned but tried to contain the bubbling irritation. “Why is he here?”

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t say.”

“Bull… send him in. I can’t come to the main hall now.”

Monica bowed deeply. “I understand.”

When the ghoul entered he stood straight and spoke in a loud exalted tone. “Greetings Your Majesty, King Mammon of the North!” At that point, if Jungkook was a character in some anime he would get this so-called “anger mark” on the side of his forehead. That asshat was so loud and annoying and he would wake Y/N up. Instinctively the King squeezed the girl harder as if trying to protect her from the sounds.

“Speak quietly, you twit. What is it?”

“King Corson of the West sent me to…” the messenger continued speaking the same way and Y/N began shuffling in the King’s arms. “Inform you that there was an attack on the southern border and many soldiers lost their lives fighting.”

Opening her eyes the young woman got startled by the unfamiliar voice. Looking up and squeezing Jungkook’s black cotton shirt alerted the demon. She then hid her face in the crook of his neck, trying to get even closer than before, if that was even possible… “So what? What did he send you here for?”

“King Corson instructed me to tell You that he had spared you for a few days, considering the situation You are in but now it’s time to come to the capital and perform your duties as King of the North.”

It was unfortunate but Jungkook couldn’t sit idly while the others were fighting to protect the Empire. “I will be there in a while.” Mammon said finally and motioned for the ghoul to go away. When that happened the demon ran his fingers through Y/N’s hair and began speaking quietly in the girl’s ear “Princess, I have to leave for a while. Monica will be here with you all the time, all my guards-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because once she understood where this was going to happen the girl began crying immediately. “No, no! No please… d-don’t leav-ve me” stuttering, Y/N was clutching his shirt in tiny fists.

“I will be back in a few days baby girl” the demon tried reassuring her but it was absolutely useless - the sobbing didn’t stop. “Please, Y/N…” Mammon’s heart was breaking at the sight but he also knew that his brothers needed him.

“Don’t… please don’t leave me! I will die and you will forget about me!” It seemed that what occurred seconds ago now reverted all the progress they had made back to square one. There was no point explaining that if he went to see the others at the capital her safety will be more than ensured.

“Let’s make a deal - I will give you my pretty wristwatch and I promise you that I will be gone for no more than four hours. If I’m late, no matter the reason, I will bring you a bouquet made of golden flowers. Does that work for you?”

A pout appeared on Y/N’s lips and she got quiet. After a long staring contest she extended an arm out waiting for the watch. Smiling at her the King took the accessory off his wrist and placed it in the girl’s hands. Then he bent over to kiss her forehead and left without another word.

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mynameisnowwyrm · 1 year

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thundermans future au

This won't so much have a concrete plot as just stuff I think would happen in rough chronological order.

So I would like to make clear that I never finished the show so I’m going off the wiki for how it ends.From what I read it says that max and phoebe become the leaders of a new elite hero group and they hire the rest of the family to be part of it and i think that’s stupid so I’m changing it. Instead of their family they recruit a bunch of other heroes their age and their family stays in hiddenville that’s it.

So Max and Phoebe graduate in 2018 I think so right after that they go full into hero stuff and leading the group. I know the whole last season was basically phoebe not trusting that max was fully a hero now and I want to extend that. Since the whole team will be other teen heroes who probably mostly remember max for how hard he was trying to be a supervillain, max is still going to have to deal with a lot of shit.

Throughout the show we see hank and barb treat phoebe better than max, which is presumably what lead him to wanting to break away from the hero role that was expected of him. His whole mentality is that it’s better to not try at all than risk failing, the fear that your best isn’t good enough, failing in this case meaning not living up to his parents expectations. We can see evidence of this thinking in the episode where max is continually failing math and phoebe finds out that he doesn’t even try bc he’s scared of failing. This does not go away overnight and max will likely need to spend a long time working on his own self worth.

Also max did spend a few years of his life actively trying to become a villain, even if it was just a phase I don’t believe that none of the villain mentality stuck. Sure deep down he doesn’t want to physically hurt anyone but what is his internal policy on theft, cheating, lying? Furthermore he has to be fully aware of the injustice that exists in hero society from experiencing it himself and being influenced by the likes of dr colosso over the years so I believe he is currently working with an “i can fix it from the inside” viewpoint.

All that combined will likely cause massive amounts of friction between him and the team. I think that if they were doing missions as a side thing until everyone graduated and everyone had less constant exposure to each other the inevitable breakdown could be staved off but once they start spending time together and going on missions full time the cracks in the foundation would be immediate. I give it maybe a year before everything goes to shit and max once again quits being a hero, only this time he’s not going back to being a villain but rather some in between as a chaotic neutral vigilante.

With max out of the hero game phoebe is scrambling to pick up the pieces. Pr decides to fix the mess by completely redoing phoebes hero persona to distract from everything. She gets upgraded from thunder girl to thunder woman, solo leader of Z-force and gets painted as the “feminist hero”. Not that she didn’t already hold any feminist views they’re just really leaning into the marketing. Since billy and Nora are set to debut as heroes they get pushed into the thunder twins role.

Nora is greatly frustrated with being stuck with billy, especially since he usually gets the credit for her ideas. She comes up with a plan, he runs and does it, teamwork. Except billy gets all the attention from the press, leading him to get more attention from hero society.

Max leaving hero work undoes a lot of closeness that was between him and phoebe resulting in the two barely speaking anymore and everyone only ever really seeing max at big family holidays.

A few things I’m just gonna put in bullets bc it’s important to know

Both max and phoebe are autistic, bc I said so

They are both queer. Not sure exactly what labels they fall under but it's not straight and both are suffering from comphet/internalised homophobia. Basically max is be gay do crime, phoebe is be gay fight crime.

Chloe is their cousin who they occasionally babysit, not the fith sibling. Adding another child was a completely stupid move I dont care

Hank and barb are not good parents

Billy is not an idiot, just oblivious which is valid

So we cut to five years later. Phoebe is a well established young hero, the z-force team function as a teen titans thing where they meet up regularly to fight crime as a team while still doing solo hero work. Max is doing vigilante shit and was initially doing freelance tech stuff to finance it but at some point a rich client screwed him over so he stole all his money. His newest venture is to get rid of all of the hypocrisy inside the hero community and he's trying to figure out the best way to go about it. Billy and nora are rising stars in the hero world but mad that she constantly gets overlooked, nora sabotages billy so that he will get cancelled on social media and she can advance.

Phoebe is dating a female hero named chromatica with light powers but wider society does not know about this bc phoebe has to keep up her image and being gay will hurt that or whatever excuse her homophobic pr team gave. The building pressure and max releasing blackmail he has on multiple corrupt hero's puts a strain on their relationship and at one point she has a complete breakdown causing her to track max down and they finally have an actual conversation after years of not speaking.

Nora's scheming leads to a massive falling out between her and Billy. Not wanting them to go through the same thing they went through, max and phoebe get billy and nora together so that they can all talk about their issues as a family. They come to realise that no matter how much they want to deny it, they all are still fighting to get out of their parents shadows, trying to be the perfect heroes. Even max, who at this point is much happier with his life than his siblings, is still effected by his parents. This whole talk does not fix everything, they all still have the same problems they went into it with, at least now they know they can rely on each other.

Billy is still trying to do pr cleanup and as an apology nora is publicly supporting him. Phoebe's relationship is still in ruins and she realises that its going to take more than an apology to fix things. Coming out is not the answer bc she is still dealing with a lot of internalised homophobia on top of the potential stress of being a queer superhero who has to defend themselves against millions of people and she is not ready for that.

#the thundermans #max thunderman #phoebe thunderman #billy thunderman #nora thunderman #future au #future fic #honestly i can expand on max #this was just already way too long #maybe ill post everything on ao3 eventually

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subpixie420 · 6 months

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Not your baby daddy on anon, just someone whose been following you and I notice these things. You've been pretty much in the same situation since I started following you. You're too busy wanting justice for the things people have done to you that you never get motivated to make a change for yourself.

Sure you don't have to explain yourself to anyone on here, but 3 years down the road when you're still begging for money donations every week and making a measly amount of money from sex work are you going to continue to blame the same people that did heinous things to you for you still being stuck? Because 3 years down the road if you're situation hasn't changed it'll be on you. That's taking accountability.

Wow you really think you know it all from my posts then huh? I mean you said in the previous message that I'm vague and don't go into detail enough so it's odd that you feel so sure about what you are saying about my character

In 2020 I was working full time at target. There's documented evidence of this. I started sex work at the end of the year after having a mental breakdown at target because I was on mask mandating duty in a state that's always been very antimask. The amount of power plays people did for me literally just doing my job made my PTSD go into overdrive.

My son's father also completely absolved his 50/50 legal time with him at the end of 2019 and would blame anything he could from COVID to villianizing my child to so many more things that I don't even think you would want to waste your time reading about.

He also doesn't have to pay child support oddly enough because our case isn't being handled in family court so it's being handled incorrectly and poorly.

I also didn't begin to start really asking for money until the end of 2022. Onlyfans and Manyvids did well for me before then. And I began asking because an ex friend of ours invested my home with bed bugs and our car broke down.

But yeah sure I guess you think you know how my life goes.

I use this place to vent about all things in my life from 2011 to now. I don't specify what era I speak on the majority of the time either so people can't do exactly what you're doing now.

Which is speculate.

You do not know me from what I post on Tumblr. No one does. So please take this parasocial relationship/accusations/observations and just move along.

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ladydorian05 · 3 months

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A Home for Broken Hearts ~ Chapter 7

Co written with and headder by @made-ofmemories

Okay so this freaking chapter is finally done as of today.

So, this fics was just about complete before we even began to post it. BUT at some point I came up with the bright idea to add a chapter in between the kids' arrival and the chapter that followed, which is this one and fucking hell was it a struggle to finish it. BUT IT'S FINALLY DONE!!

Also, this chapter is one of the main reasons if not THE reason for the rating of the fic. (Which is M by the way)

Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 7: A Tragically single young man and his Wise sister

“Do you remember your safe word?” A deep, husky voice whispers in his ear. So close that he briefly feels the lips of its owner brushing against the shell of his ear before they start leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. His room is engulfed by shadows, the only source of light coming from the lit candles around them.

“Yes,” he hears himself answering, his breath quickens and his heart rate spikes as those lips continue their path from his neck to his chest.

“Good boy,” He knows that voice. It’s familiar and belongs to a man he thinks, but he just can’t quite put his finger on the identity of its owner. His thoughts are cut short when the mysterious stranger sucks one of Steve’s nipples into his mouth, pulling a moan from him. The sensation is short lived and the stranger pulls away with a pop of his lips, “now we can play.”

The familiar stranger resumes his work, lathering his abdomen with slow kisses and greedy licks, while his hands roam his body freely. He stops and peels off from his body right before he reaches the place he wants him to touch the most.

“No, come on, please.” He can’t help but beg.

“Please what?” Sexy voice demands, pushing his luscious locks of wavy dark hair away from his face to reveal Eddie smirking down at him. He lets his eyes wander over Eddie's glistening body in all his beautiful tattooed glory illuminated by the warm glow of the candles, the silver bars in his nipples reflecting the dancing flames.

“Please, Eds,”

He tries to move his hands to touch him, to guide him back where he needs him, but he’s met with resistance. He pulls his eyes away from Eddie for just a moment to glance up and figure out why he can’t move. He isn’t sure if the whine he lets out is from the frustration of not being able to run his hands across Eddie’s skin or from the sight of the leather cuffs around his wrists securing him to the headboard.

“Ah, ah, ah. We talked about this before,” Eddie leans over him until there’s but an inch between their lips, “didn’t we, Stevie?” he tilts his head to the side staring deep into Steve’s eyes with a smile that promises nothing but trouble. And oh, he so wants to find out how that’s going to play out for him.

“P-please, m-master.” Steve murmurs.

“Well done, Big boy.” Eddie smiles, pleased by his words, and closes the gap between them, locking their lips in a slow passionate kiss as he shifts his weight to one of his arms and lets his free hand slither down Steve’s body. He’s so close, just a bit more and-

Steve jolts awake, drenched in sweat. On his couch. Not in his bed and no Eddie in sight.

Shit, did he just… Did he really just have a wet dream about Eddie and his- his gallery donation!? He drags a hand through his sleep tousled hair. There’s a lot to unpack there, but most of all, how is he ever going to look Eddie in the eyes again after this?

His imminent mental breakdown is interrupted by the sound of the toilet being flushed down, the noise brings him back to the present making him aware of three things. One, he’s not in the privacy of his room. Two, he has a raging hardon. Three, he doesn’t live on his own and Max and Dustin are visiting. He really doesn’t want to be caught like this. He knows that if it’s Dustin he’ll probably make a bee line back to bed, after all there’s not much light coming from outside which means it’s fairly early in the morning, same with Max, but if it’s Robin getting ready for work he really doesn’t want to put her through seeing him with a tent in his pants. They might be platonic soulmates, but there are some things that she does not need to see.

The bathroom door opening and closing kicks him into motion, he sits up and grabs the closest cushion to place over his groin, how he manages to swallow down a groan from the contact is beyond him.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Robin says, surprise evident in her voice as she emerges from the bathroom, “You guys stayed up really late last night.”

“Yeah, we-” His voice comes out strained and he clears his throat hoping to sound more natural, the last thing he needs is her asking questions, “-we found a channel that had Lord of the rings on, the movie was just starting so,”

“The first one?”

“Nope, The two towers.”

“Awesome, I love the body count competition between Legolas and Gimli.”

“Yeah,” He’s trying his hardest not to move, sitting almost painfully still as he silently wills his problem to go away and put him out of his misery, “good thing you went to bed early instead of staying up with us, or you wouldn’t have gotten up in time for work today.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me of my obligations. Anyways, I’m heading out, I’ll grab something to eat on my way to work so don’t make a fuss about me not having breakfast.” She says heading for the door. “See ya later, dingus.”

He practically runs to the bathroom the moment Robin is gone, double and triple checking the door is locked behind him.

He needs a cold shower, he should get a change of clothes from his room, but that’ll be too risky. He steps under the stream of water, the temperature dial turned all the way down. The water is icy cold as it runs down his back and he stares straight ahead at the tiles in front of him trying his best to think of the most unsexy thoughts he can possibly muster. It seemed like a good plan in theory, until his brain seems insistent on replaying the sound of Eddie’s husky voice calling him ‘good boy’, on reliving the feeling of his lips across Steve’s torso and- nope, this is not working.

A frustrated groan escapes his lips, he tips his head back and pushes his hair out of his face with both hands. Maybe he should just deal with the problem. But that means jerking off while inevitably thinking of Eddie. Bad idea. We don’t involve friends in sexual fantasies, it’s your number one rule.

He never has been very good at following his own rules. He trails a hand down his body, biting his bottom lip so hard he’s sure he’s going to leave marks as he tries his best not to make a noise when he finally grips himself. If he squeezes his eyes shut tight enough he can still see the vision of Eddie hovering above him in his dream. A violent shiver wracks his body and it isn’t because of the cold water.

He steps out of the bathroom feeling dirtier than he did before his shower. It’s official, he is never looking Eddie in the eye again.

Dustin is a heavy sleeper, something Steve was very thankful for when it allowed him to sneak into his room, towel wrapped firmly around his waist, to grab some clothes. He guesses he has maybe an hour at most before he and Max are awake so he heads back to the bathroom to get dressed then gets started on breakfast.

He's almost done plating the bacon and chocolate chip pancakes by the time Max wanders out of Robin's room.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He says in a sing-song voice as she pulls a chair to sit on the breakfast bar dividing the kitchen from the small dining room that’s also part of their living room, “Sleep well?”

“Morning, as well as I could, considering the fact that Robin likes to climb on people when she sleeps.”

“Yeah,” he says slowly, placing a plate with a stack of pancakes and some bacon strips “Just like a koala.”

“Long lost cousin.” she sighs, digging into her food. “Dustin awake yet?”

“He went straight into the bathroom saying something about not wanting to wait ages if you went in first.”

“What a baby.” She says munching on a strip of bacon just as Dustin comes out of the bathroom, hair still wet.

“Hey, your hair is longer and you’ve been using Steve’s products and hair routine, it’s time consuming Max.”

“Says the one that’s been using Steve’s conditioner.”

“Come on guys don’t fight, and Dustin you can’t rush hair care, you know that. Now sit down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold. ”

“Yes, mom.”

Dustin inhales his breakfast without the need for any further encouragement, Max isn’t too far behind him, excusing herself to go shower once she has cleared her plate and leaving Dustin to help Steve with the dishes.

“What’re we doing today?” Dustin asks, drying the glass Steve hands to him.

“I was thinking we could go to the mall. There’s this store there that sells all your favorite nerdy shit and one with everything you may need if you’re a badass skater.” He knows the proper terms for said ‘nerd shit’, it would be almost impossible not to after all the years he spent in the company of Dustin and the rest of the kids, who are no longer kids, but it’s so much more amusing seeing the annoyed look on Dustin's face at his crude terminology.

“Oh yeah? Did Eddie tell you about it?” He leans over wiggling his eyebrows at Steve.

“Shut up.” He flicks some of the sudsy water in Dustin’s direction who yelps and jumps back as if scalded.

Max joins them thirty minutes later, hair washed, dried and pulled into a slicked back ponytail, just as they finish putting away the last of the crockery.

“How do you feel about the mall today?” Steve asks, slinging the dish towel he was holding over his shoulder. “Might not be as fun as going to Hellfire, but they have ac there.”

“Sure,” she shrugs, “Sounds cool.”

Steve doesn’t hang out at malls regularly, not since senior year when he and Robin were working in one at least, but he takes them to the one he visits on the rare occasion he and Robin decide to hang out there for a day. The drive is short, it takes longer to get the two college students in the car after another argument over the passenger seat than to get to the mall.

Steve knows the two little exploiters will try to get him to pay for as many things as they can, not for the first time he’s glad he’s great at budgeting. They spend entirely too long trying to choose a movie to watch to end up only buying some popcorn and sodas without getting tickets to watch a movie.

They make their way to the store with all the skating equipment. Max exits said store with a brand new set of glow in the dark wheels while Steve’s wallet feels a little lighter.

Steve has to intervene in another argument when Dustin insists on going inside yet another video game store.

“Seriously, Dustin. This is the third one, they all have the same games!”

“But not the same prices, I need to compare!"

"As if you're actually going to buy anything."

"You don't know how much cash I saved up for this trip."

"I know it's not enough for you to splurge on a game."

“Okay, okay, Dustin you’ll have to pick. Either you go inside this one store or we can go to the DnD store Eddie recommended since I remember both of you wanted to check out that one store that sells comics before going back home.” That stops the argument before it can escalate, his words leaving Dusting with a decision to make.

“Alright, let’s go to the DnD store.”

“Great, nerd stuff.”

“You do know that some years ago comics weren’t considered cool and were, in fact, also seen as nerd stuff. Ergo, that also makes you a nerd, Max.”

“Henderson, don’t start shit again. Keep walking.” Steve says. He swears no matter how many years have passed, they still act like bickering kids at any chance they get.

The store is on the smaller side. The store’s employee greets them distractedly, as he organizes the shelves behind the front counter. Dustin’s attention is immediately grabbed by the figurine kits in display. Max and him seem to have the same idea when they make their way to a corner of the store. A vantage point where they can see Dustin no matter where he goes inside the store.

Steve notices the way her eyes keep on ‘sneaking’ glances at him. A sure indication that she has something to say but is still deciding where to begin.

After a couple of minutes, Max finally breaks the comfortable silence between them. “So, Eddie Munson.”

“Huh?” Out of all the topics she could’ve wanted to talk about, he didn’t think Eddie would be one of them.

“I’m not blind, Steve. I know exactly how you look like when you have a crush.” She crosses her arms in front of her.

“I don’t have a crush.” Is his immediate response.

“Yeah, like you didn’t have a crush on Billy before dating him? Or your crush on Robin when you first met her? And what about Leslie? And John? Oh! And remember-”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” He hip checks her to get her to stop bringing up his past relationships. “I’ll admit it, he’s cute.”

“Uh huh, and must be smart enough to play Basements and Lizards which also makes him a nerd. Plus long wavy hair and big brown eyes. He’s exactly your type. You’re in so much trouble, Steve.”

“He’s just a friend, Max.” Steve says, turning his attention back to Dustin he watches him inspect the dice sets. “Besides, I doubt I’m his type.”

“Please,” She rolls her eyes at him, “you’re everyone’s type.”

“I’m not. If I was then my love life wouldn’t be, what did you call it the other day? Oh, yeah! Terminally tragic.” He huffs a laugh.

“Just because you’re everyone’s type doesn’t mean you’ll attract the right kind of company.”

“No shit.”

“Okay, listen. I have eyes and these eyes can clearly see that you’re either falling for the coolest nerd we’ve ever met or you’re already so deep you don’t even realize it.” She gives him her patented no bullshit stare. He sighs.

“I know you’re going to say that I should go for it, but I can’t.”

“Why, because you think he doesn’t find you attractive? Steve, I don’t have enough fingers to count the amount of times I caught him staring at you.” She says. “I can tell he’s interested. So why not?”

“I can’t, Max. I, he’s the first friend around my age I’ve made since Robin, and before you mention him Jonathan is closer to a brother than a friend and you know it.” he points his index finger at her before mirroring her stance with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I can’t fuck it up, because, let’s be real, I have an impressive track record of fucking most of my relationships up. The only steady shit I have going on is with Robin and you bunch of little assholes.”

“Give yourself a break, Steve. We all know that more times than not your relationships end in disaster because you have a tendency to fall for assholes that don’t deserve you. Don’t think I’ll ever forget how Billy treated you and how you stayed with him far longer than you should have.” Steve looks at her in surprise. He never thought about what his relationships looked like from the outside. Even more so his relationship with her stepbrother.

Everything had been fast and rough with Billy. Impulsive and all consuming. They were a secret to almost everyone in town. The previous head of the popular crowd of Hawkins high was fucking with the new one.

Steve likes to believe that if things had been a little bit different, if he had been a bit bolder in letting Billy know he had his back and encouraged him more to denounce his father for domestic violence, if he hadn’t been raised with such disgusting views on masculinity, if they had more time. Maybe, just maybe, Billy could have changed.

He firmly believes that Billy still had some good in him even when he actively chose to be an asshole to most people he came across that didn’t fit society's mold. That the way he acted and the way he presented himself in public was just his shield. He still believes that things could have been different.

He still remembers that night they were lying on his bed when he asked him to move into his empty house with Max and her mom, when he offered to go with him to see Hopper and finally get rid of Mr. Hargrove. He had hoped for his acceptance, for an ‘Okay’ and a night of planning, but instead of accepting they just ended up fighting, Billy storming out of his house after getting dressed never to be seen alive again.

Sometimes he regrets those words.

“You know, you are a better brother than Billy ever was,” Max’s voice brings him back from his thoughts, “and a good mom too.” She turns to look at him, eyebrows raised and her always present smirk whenever she teases him. He snorts at the last part.

For as much shit the kids have always given him over being a mother hen, the inside joke is different between Max and himself; afterall he did everything he could to be there for her and her mother during the fallout between Susan and Mr. Hargrove after the car accident that took Billy’s life.

“How is she?”

“She’s okay.” He watches her shrug her shoulders. “Still sober and doing her best everyday.” She smiles softly at him.

“I’m glad.”

“Steve, I just want you to be happy.” Her smile falls, replaced by a worried expression.

“Hey, I’ll be fine, bug.”

“Fine is not happy, Steve.” She says. Throwing back at him the same words he once said to her when she was still struggling with accepting his help.

“I know.” He sighs. “But it’s good enough for now.”

Max only hums in response.

“When did you grow up so much? you’re all wiser and shit.” He really can’t believe how all of his kids have grown up so much so fast.

“I’ve always been wise, it’s not my fault that you’re only now realizing it.”

“Ha! Yeah, right. Well, aren’t you going to browse the store too?” He nudges her with his shoulder.

“Why would I?” Steve knows he fell right into her trap the moment her smirk returns. “So you can get something for your lover boy? What was it you called him? Oh, right! Your Eds.” Max laughs.

“Shut up.” Predictably, she laughs harder.

And if he buys a fake silver ring shaped like a dragon, well he can handle Max’s jabs for the rest of her stay.

< Chapter 6 ~ Masterpost ~ Chapter 8 >

#steddiebigbang 2023 #steddie big bang 2023 #a home for broken hearts #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #teacher! steve harrington #bartender! eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #stranger things

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daintyrusset · 1 year

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I watched My Mind & Me, a documentary by and about Selena Gomez, just last night.

I honestly went through constant flashbacks because I spent almost my entire childhood watching her, idolizing her. I remember in sixth grade that I wasn’t good at English because I came from a non-English speaking country. But it occurred to me if I wanted to meet her one day, I had to be fluent in English either way. So she was my motivation to learn the language until I am standing today to write this piece.

I have adored her carefreeness, especially when portraying Alex Russo in Wizards of Waverly Place. I have loved her music, though everybody commented the technicality and such, I think her music resonated with me and music for me is about personal experience. I haven’t watched every single series or movies she appeared on, but I have noticed her habitude in acting that speaks, “Oh, that’s so her!” I used to live in the era when she had a clothing line named Dream Out Loud, and I remember wanting to purchase it one day. I have acknowledged her dedication toward charity and philanthropy since ages ago.

Growing up, I had other matters that became my utmost priority. I still looked up on her sometimes, her illness which was a very shocking revelation, her on-off and new relationship, her new music, her cancelled tour, her acting in new projects, her new makeup brand which became tremendously viral for people not to notice, her breakdown, her in much more mature image — she has grown to be a wonderfully sexy woman.

Watching the documentary completely shattered my heart into pieces.

It was truly raw, though I must say the duration could’ve been longer to prevent some misunderstandings. It highlighted how shitty the media and industry portrayed her, even some interviews she had to deal were completely rude. It showed her complex layers as a human being — she could be the kindest person you think, she could be mean, she could be having the worst mental breakdown, she could be nonchalant; every aspects that make her eventually, and ultimately, human.

She wanted to let go of her past, she wanted everyone to accept her as who she really is. Her succumbing to her past wasn’t only a product of the emotional abuse she had to endure, it was also due to everyone not being able to accept her current self. Her failed plans created a voice within her mind that she wouldn’t be able to move forward. The things that have happened led her to go through various mental health treatments. At the end of the day, it’s her and her mind.

It was beautiful when she finally decided she had enough. She continued to express it through her works, and as we all know, moving on isn’t always about only going steps forward. You meet the hurdles, you stop midtrack, it’s a part of the acceptance. Everyone seems to figure it out but you, because you will be the one making the important decision.

There are so many things I can write about, it can turn into a long essay, come to think of it. My take from this documentary is: She hasn’t changed, she just keeps developing as an individual like anybody else. I recommend you, fans or not, to watch My Mind & Me because you will find some parts that represent yourself. And it always feels nice to find something you can relate to.

#my mind and me #selena gomez #selena gomez documentary #my mind & me #popular culture #documentary

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scripted-downfall · 2 years

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Inequivalent Exchange

So, idk how people feel about Chloe overall — honestly, idk for sure how I feel about Chloe overall, since the amount I like her varies across the show — but I’ve been rewatching Lucifer season 2 and I can’t help but find her a touch selfish. Specifically, I’m talking about the period of time from s2e5 “Weaponizer” to s2e7 “My Little Monkey.”

I mean, in 2x6 something is clearly off with Lucifer. While the audience knows that this is because Lucifer is grieving/feeling guilty over Uriel’s death; Chloe doesn’t know this, but she does notice it (which would be kinda hard to miss, tbh, since he was so very different from how he usually is). Her response, though, is principally to rebuke him for letting it affect the case, rather than trying to figure out what’s wrong. It isn’t until he is more seriously, obviously acting out that she actually tries to figure out what’s wrong, and, even then, she’s still chewing him out for not being focused on the case the way he usually is.

Meanwhile, you have 2x7, where she’s having personal issues because of the complications relating to her father’s murder, and she lets it completely possess her. She breaks protocol repeatedly (following Joe Fields around once he was released, continuing to work a case where she clearly had a conflict of interest, etc) and is exceedingly focused on the things causing her personal distress.

To be clear, the purpose of this post is not about criticism or support of specific measures of coping with personal difficulty; I am not arguing about whether the treatment she receives or the treatment Lucifer receives is the “right” treatment. This post is however intended to point out that she’s being a touch hypocritical. She expects Lucifer to follow protocol and remain focused on the case while he’s dealing with his issues, and yet she gets a free pass on rule-breaking and snippy behavior because she’s dealing with stuff relating to her dad. It’s like he’s not allowed to have issues that affect his mental state, but she is.

I just find it kinda ridiculous that Lucifer sitting there having a mental breakdown complete with suicidal wishes and potent self-hatred is dismissed as inconvenient across multiple episodes, while she gets an entire episode of my issues take priority over everything.

#lucifer #lucifer tv #lucifer on fox #lucifer season 2 #lucifer 2x05 #lucifer 2x06 #lucifer 2x07 #lucifer morningstar #anti chloe decker #anti chloe #slightly #sorry #but chloe does not have the monopoly on suffering #he doesn't even have to be there #he's a volunteer civilian consultant #shes a cop #why are her issues so much more important than his?

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saltwatersweetner · 2 years

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Forever and Ever and Ever

Armin x Reader

You were a lost cause way before you even knew.

CW: Manipulative Behaviors, Cheating, Lying, mild strangulation, Gaslighting, love bombing, obsession, minor violence, reader is the work of year's of manipulation.

In all honesty, you liked the attention at first.

To have someone so wholly and devoted to you was amazing. Never having to question his whereabouts or do all the other things your friends had complained to you about was like a dream.

Until Annie came along and suddenly; it was like you didn’t matter anymore.

It's not that you didn’t trust Armin, you trusted him so much. You knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you right? At least you thought he wouldn’t—but you also weren’t blind to the way they acted with each other—like two long-lost lovers.

Like now.

You were supposed to be hanging out but he’d arrived late, the remnants of laughter painting his lips and red-tinged cheeks.

It almost felt like he was mocking you.

“Sorry I’m late Annie needed— wait where are you going?”

You didn’t even let him get a word out before you were walking away. You honestly wanted to be as far away from him as possible you felt...unstable almost.

Like you couldn't breathe; like you were close to screaming and tearing your hair out.

“We were supposed to meet at 12 o’clock, the movie started at 12:45; it is 4:16.” Breathing through your nose you yank your arm from his grip and continue walking.

Of course, he runs after you, not seeming to quite grasp how you were actually feeling.

He manages to grab your arm again completely stopping you in your tracks. He didn’t look it but Armin was strong as shit.

“H-Hey im sorry Annie needed my help with something and I lost track of time I didn’t mean to—“

Yanking your arm from his hold you give him the meanest look you could muster. You could tell the look on your face surprised him because you’d never looked at him like that before with so much malice and contempt.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant you stood your girlfriend up for 4 hours.”

Armin huffs and tries to grab you again but you evade his grasp “You just want me to abandon my friends when they need help?”

You felt violent.

You never felt…violent; towards your boyfriend before.

There surely must be something wrong with you to want to hurt him in such a way, to make him feel the way you did…but you didn't find it in yourself to care.

“No, but as your partner I expect a lot more communication than a on my way text! Do you know how embarrassing it was to stand here without any clue as to if you were coming?”

You had no regard for the other stragglers around at this hour who were just a little invested in the drama goin on on this side of the sidewalk. Armin however did care expressed by the way his neck and ears were turning a bright red. He puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, distress, and embarrassment painting his features.

“You’re making a scene, lets's talk about this at your place.”

Objectively his place was closer and you both knew this. That's what puts all the clues you didn't want to see together and confirms at least one suspicion.

Laughing you can only shake your head as hysteria starts to set in “She’s in your dorm isn’t she that's why you want to go to mine.”

You were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Your emotions just felt everywhere and you couldn’t even think of how to get your thoughts back in order.

Why did you feel like this? How could Armin of all people make you feel like this?

“No your dorm is just closer.” He says it so confidently that you were almost inclined to believe him if you didn't already know that he was full of shit.

Something like a bell goes off in your head.

Pushing him away, you can't help but laugh “No my dorm is a 10-minute walk from here your dorm is around the corner.”

Armin's eyes search yours almost calculating something before nodding faintly “….yeah she's in my dorm.”

Sadness is a secondary emotion.

Anger takes hold much quicker...and then you just feel empty.

“So is it fun fucking her while your girlfriend is waiting for you?” Your voice is so quiet that if he wasn't so close to you he wouldn't have barely been able to hear you.

Armin looks panicked again but also almost, relieved? The expression is gone from his face before you can even take actual note of it.

“We’re not fucking, she just needed my help. I would never do that to you." Armin's hands find your face trying to convey his words "I love you so much, I wouldn't ever think of doing something like that. You know me (Y/N).”

Your jaw ticks under his warm palm “Do I?”

The violent urge had subsided by this point but you were nowhere near a forgiving mood. You didn't like being angry, much less being angry at someone you loved.

“You do." His thumbs rub pseudo soothing motions into our skin and you almost felt the urge to lean into him. You brain was playing tricks on you "You're the love of my life, my future, my everything. I would never think of cheating on you, you have to trust me its nothing going on between us.”

He punctuates each word with unwavering eye contact that makes your anger start to waver but you stay strong.

“I don’t believe you.”

You wanted to, you really, really; wanted to but something inside of you refused to let him sweet talk his way back into your good graces.

“Then I’ll spend all the time I need to convince you—starting now, let's go get dinner I wasted enough of your time today.”

You let him pull you into a hug that almost made you relax if you weren’t so pissed off. You didn't believe him but what other choice did you have? He was being so sincere and apologetic it was almost too tempting to believe him.

Armin does make it up to you however, and many times over almost to the point where he was back to normal after letting Annie steal all his time from you. It was almost like falling back into routine living in pure relationship bliss.

But sometimes—just sometimes when he came to see you. You could just barely smell a hint of a perfume clinging to his skin.

You trusted Armin, you did; and you couldn’t even find evidence that he was lying about not cheating on you. So why couldn't you let it go?

Why were you obsessing over this?

Were you just being crazy?

“Girl I hate the stressed look on your face, just confront him.”

Biting your thumbnail you keep your eyes locked on Armin’s back. He was sitting around with his friends no more than 600 feet from you and as far as you could tell unaware of your presence which at this moment in time you preferred considering he would probably coerce you into sitting with him.

“I tried that I need actual proof.”

Your best friend gives you a look filled with pity that you ignore completely. You’d rather die than continue with your accusations without knowing if you were just filled with paranoia and insecurity.

Turning away from them you pull out your phone and send a precautionary text to Armin which is replied to almost immedietly. The fact he was replying like nothing was wrong made you almost feel guilty for borderline stalking him.

Your best friend's voice breaks your train of thought “She’s laying her head on his shoulder.”

Waving her off you plan out another text to test if he would start lying about anything. You just wanted to catch him doing something, anything, really. “Mikasa does that.”

She tries again “They're holding hands?”

Hitting send you almost feel irritated at her voice “Mikasa does that too.”

You wished she would give you something with substance something that finally proved you right.

To make you stop feeling so fucking obsessed.

”Well damn do Mikasa kiss your boyfriend on the mouth too??”

Your head whips up at breakneck speed and you’re gifted to the sight of Armin giving Annie one of the softest kisses you’d ever witnessed. He only kissed you like that when he was feeling particularly sweet.

Armin lied?

Honestly you almost expected it, no boy could ever be so perfect.

A terrifying numbness takes hold of your heart.

Your phone finally buzzes with a response but you ignore it in favor of gathering your things “Let's go.”

Your best friend looks worried and unsure. Even she hadn't expected this outcome either “You’re not gonna confront him?”

Slipping your phone into your pocket you shake your head. You felt like your entire world was silently imploding “And get embarrassed? No thanks.”

“You ok pumpkin?”

You could only shrug in response, you didn’t have a real answer for her and you weren’t gonna hurt yourself trying to find one.

Silently parting ways with your friend you head back to your dorm and pack anything of his that you could find into a bag. You wanted every trace of him scrubbed from your room.

You wanted him to stop existing.

Your minds a blur as you somehow materialize into his dorm building. The plan was to get in and get out and hopefully not cry and make a bigger fool of yourself.

The second you appear on his floor you're greeted by Jean who seemed to be on his way somewhere but immediately changes his mind the moment his eyes land on you.

“Oh (Y/N) whats up! Armin's not home right now so—“

Connie, who was in his room jumps up and pokes his head out the door once he heard your name; trying and failing to look inconspicuous behind his tall friend.

You don't question their nervousness because of course they would know anything that had to do with the whole thing; they were his friends after all.

“You can stop covering for him I already know now move so I can give him his shit and be done with it.” Narrowing your eyes you try to go around him but he blocks your way.

"Move."

When Jean doesn’t move but starts to look apologetic you get mad enough to shove him completely out of your way sending him tumbling to the ground.

Connie jumps having watched the whole exchange with wide eyes “Oh my god Jean are you ok?!”

Swinging Armin's door open has Annie jumping out of his lap in surprise. Armin's staring at you like a deer in headlights and can't even bother to get a word out before you’re throwing the bag filled with his things onto his floor.

“Fuck both of yall.”

You’re barely out the door before he’s following after you calling your name along the way. He doesn't even have the nerve to look shameful as he buttons his pants along the way.

You originally planned to take the elevator back down but with him following after you the stairs were your best bet.

Armin latches on to your wrist before you can make it through the doorway. Once again you’re reminded just how physically strong he actually was as he pulls you firm against his chest.

“Armin let me go.”

Armins grip only tightens the more you struggle against him, his arms were practically an iron cage at this point and the longer time went on his hold on you turned almost painful.

“No, not until we talk about this.”

Still squirming in his arms you huffed in almost defeat “There's nothing to talk about, I don’t want anything else to do with you!”

If you could see his face you’d have watched the mild panic drop into something a little more sinister.

“So you wanna break up with me?”

You strangely feel conflicted at his question but you still find it in you to answer "...yes.”

“Why.”

You turn your head to try and catch a glimpse of his face “Are you serious?!”

He seriously had to be fucking with you it's the only thing that made sense.

“We can work through this it was a mistake—“

Trying to kick him you huff when the hit doesn't land “You don't mistakenly cheat on somebody!”

“You’re making a scene we can talk about this in my room.”

Technically the scene was made as soon as you sent all 6’1 of Jean Kirstein flying down the hall but, details.

“No im not going anywhere with you especially not in the room you fucked your little girlfriend in!” Kicking your feet out your thrashing is only temporarily quelled by Armin pressing you against the wall.

“I didnt fuck her!”

Stomping your foot you just narrowly miss his foot “Bull. Shit.”

You had never been so angry at him before, he’d never done something to hurt you before so you weren’t even sure how to emotionally react.

Your emotions were just...everywhere.

It was almost unhealthy.

“We almost did and its no excuse for it—“

Kicking the wall you almost manage to knock him back “Then why would you kiss her?! I saw you, you little fucking liar; you kissed her in front of everybody do you know how embarrassing that is—why are you crying?!”

Armin's tears were landing on your shoulder in burning hot trails. “You cant leave me you cant.”

Groaning you try once again to force your way out of his grip; to the same result. Meanwhile, Arkin continues his monologue.

“You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me you’re right im fucking terrible but you have to give me another chance I can fix this.”

Armin's grip tightens significantly at that.

It was so tight in fact that it was starting to cut into your oxygen. Patting his arm in a panic you shift in his grip only making it worse.

“Armin—Armin that hurts let go—“

Your ribcage felt like it would snap at any moment. Like one wrong move would kill you.

“No, im not letting go until we fix this.”

He squeezes tighter not giving you any other option. Your heart was pounding wilding in your ribcage with a mixture of lack of oxygen and fear.

“Armin im—cant breath pleas—I cant—“

If you could see his face you’d know just how unhinged he truly looked. “Not until you hear me out, I’ll let you pass out if I have to.”

Black spots were starting to cloud your eyesight and in pure desperation, you managed to croak “ok…talk.”

Armin lets you drop just barely managing to catch you before you fell. You were beyond dizzy and while you struggled to catch your breath Armin lifts you into his arms and robs your back in an attempt at being soothing.

“It's ok my love breathe we can work through this together.”

Weakly pushing at his shoulders you try to get out of his arms but can't. Your energy felt strangely zapped and you quickly give up on trying to get him off of you. With all the fight drained out of you all that was left was how hurt you truly felt.

You couldn’t believe that this was the boy you loved. That he could manage to rip your heart out in such a way.

“I hate you so much, why would you do that to me?”

Dropping your head onto his shoulder all you could do was cry while Armin took you back to his room.

“You don’t really hate me; you’re just upset right now, it's ok we’ll work it out.”

While you two had your scene down the hall Annie had been putting her clothes on at the behest of Jean who was still bright red from embarrassment. He hadn’t expected you to be able to basically fling him down the hall considering the huge height gap.

Did he kind of deserve it? Yes. Would he admit it? No.

The blonde girl after dressing herself quite literally refused to leave as now she had a bone to pick with Armin.

When he comes down the hall Annie felt a shiver roll down her spine. Something about him was fundamentally—wrong.

He wasn’t looking at her with those sparkly eyes anymore and if she knew any better she’d see that he looked downright disgusted with her.

Ignoring him she immediately sets her sights on you “(Y/N) I swear I didn’t—”

Armin cuts her off “Please leave she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Annie blinks back in shock not expecting Armin to interject so rudely “Im not talking to you—I know it doesn’t fix anything but I’m really sorry.”

You don't even turn your head to address her eyes shut firmly and pressed into Armin’s shoulder “Are you really?”

“W-what?”

You weren’t stupid enough to think she didn't know you two were together—everyone knew you were together. Where one went surely the other followed.

And you really weren’t mad at her…maybe a little bit…but you didn’t blame her. She owed you…nothing.

It was Armin who betrayed you after all.

And now you were crying again.

Annie nearly flinches backwards at the animosity that seemed to pour out of Armin now. He was angry at her like it was solely her fault for your tears.

“We don’t forgive you, do we?”

The use of we is manipulative, strictly there to put you on the spot and to give a false sense of comrades. He wanted you to feel like this was only between you two, like Annie was the enemy.

You knew what he was doing.

When you don’t answer his soothing hands turn slightly violent on your skin, you knew his grip would leave dark bruises in the morning. To everyone else it looked like he simply adjusted his grip but you knew better.

Armins voice is tight and threatening “Do we, (Y/N)?”

Annie watches confused as you practically lock up and then shake your head slowly. She couldn’t explain it but all of a sudden she was very deeply afraid. Her stomach turned with an unknown sickness and finally listening to her instincts gets the hell out of there, but not before spitting out;

“You’re fucking weird!’

Armin hums somewhere back in his throat and takes you into his room without speaking a word to Jean or Connie all his attention seemingly attached to you. In reality, he was thinking of every way you’d try to break up in the coming days and every way he could stop that from happening.

“Its ok baby we’ll get through this together, it’ll be like it never happened, like she never existed.”

You somehow felt like he had a double meaning there, a sinister one. It's emphasized by the way Armin tilts your head back forcing eye contact. He’s cradling your face like you're the most precious thing ever; he’s beautiful like this, so soft and doting.

But Lucifer was also beautiful.

“ You want to forget about her right? All you have to do is tell me so and she’s gone for good.”

He runs a thumb over your lip sending a tingle down your spine. He seemed almost mesmerized by your mouth. Like he wanted to devour you from the inside out.

You don't know why you were allowing him so much of you at the moment. You should be disgusted by his hands roaming your body so quickly but you felt strangely, relieved?

“Armin...”

He surges forward before you can get the thought out and latches his lips to yours. He invaded every one of your senses forcing you to feel nothing but him, like the true dictator he was.

It was messing with your head.

As much as you didn't want to admit it Armin was the air in your lungs, you couldn't breathe without him, and you couldn't sleep. It was sick but it was true. You'd been together for year's, he was the only solid thing to ever grace your life.

But, he finally hurt you.

Even in this moment, where your guard was considerably lower; the betrayal still felt almost like a fever. Like something you could never be prepared enough for. It felt like he’d personally carved out your heart.

And as greedy as he was; here he was once again demanding it.

That was something you would not be able to live through a second time.

Pulling away you put a hand on his face to stop him from chasing your lips “If you do that. If you hurt me like that again...I’m really leaving, I promise you.”

And you were serious.

Your heart wasn’t fragile by no means but who wanted to be cheated on? You’d already look dumb taking him back now and if it were to ever happen again you couldn’t bare the shame that would bring.

“You would leave me?”

Armin’s stare is cold and calculated. A look you only ever saw when you'd made him unreasonably angry. It was rare but familiar.

You nod without fear “without a word.”

“Leave me?” Armin laughs under his breathe and that look is in his eyes again as he forces your back into the bed. He makes a show of climbing over you; imposing his body weight onto yours, stealing the few bits of oxygen he so graciously gifted you. “That’s funny that you think you even have a choice.”

“Try to leave me if you want, you'll hate every moment of it. I'm welded into your bones you cant tell where I end and you start and you want to leave me?” he laughs again truly amused at your boldness while his hands explore your body is warm waves.

“You’re mine forever do you understand? I own every inch of this body. Death couldn’t even keep me from you.”

You stare at him incredulously, almost wanting to feel shocked at his declaration “Armin I’m serious.”

“So am I,” He forces your legs open and makes himself comfortable between them “You may not realize it yet but you need me. You need me so much it hurts but its ok i’ll make sure you never forget.”

And he did.

And just like he told you, every waking moment afterward was spent pressed to his side. You truly didn't know where one began and the other ended. You didn't even have time for anyone but him nowadays so that was ok too.

Armin was all you needed right?

You were his and his alone after all.

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I posted 71 times in 2022

That's 71 more posts than 2021!

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#reblogs - 35 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

good authority

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Purpled and Punz had made a deal.

Now, Dream sculpts Slime into his own weapon.

The mask above Charlie’s face was familiar.

Not the comforting familiarity of Las Nevadas, of bright lights and big halls and people who never seemed to sleep. No, this was more of a twisted nostalgia. He cast his mind back, to months and years of digging himself in and watching the world go by.

Such memories told him that this mask belonged to Dream. More recent memories told him that this was an extremely bad thing. Dream meant danger.

There was a sword at Dream’s hip.

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the new plan

(My fic for stagedduo day! Thanks to @aphaerie for organising this!)

Read on AO3.

After the failed attack on Las Nevadas, Dream refuses to leave the prison.

When he and Punz finally talk, Dream isn't behaving as expected.

Only a month after the Las Nevadas attack did Punz see Dream again.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Every night, they paced up and down the tower, biting back frustration every time they asked to talk face to face again, now that things had gone so horribly wrong. It doesn’t even have to be in the prison, they had said, and they hadn’t mentioned the way the vines and overgrowth made it feel more like a tomb than a home.

Dream had, instead, kept them updated on the situation in clipped notes over the communicator. It was an inefficient system at best, a breakdown in cooperation at worst, not to mention how a bullet point summary gave Punz exactly no insight into Dream’s mental state.

40 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

// dsmp rp

I'm obsessed with how Dream and Punz ruined their lives trying to save the world and cheat death, putting themselves through hell and back to discover some greater meaning about this unnatural power, while DreamXD watched them knowing full well he only dropped the books into the world because he sorta felt like it one day.

54 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

Engaging in fandom spaces, whether it's art or writing or edits or another form of expression, comes from a place of genuine passion. It's creating for the love of creating, because you deeply care about the media. And that's terrifying.

That kind of vulnerability is stressful! It gets easy to wonder if you're just being stupid, to think that nothing you've done is as good as other people's so you might as well just quit. It's made worse by the the types of numerical validation you see on every site, even here. No one else cares about what you're making, the numbers prove it, so why should you?

But here's the thing. The impact you're leaving cannot be measured by numbers. I'm speaking from experience. Until recently, I never even had accounts for engaging with the content I enjoyed. I would hang around Tumblr and Twitter and AO3, completely anonymously, and it was amazing. I've read fics that have brought me to tears, that have been some of the most beautiful pieces of fiction I've ever read, period. And the authors would never have known!

And maybe it does seem a touch selfish not to share around content I enjoyed to give it more traction, and maybe I should have done better, but once again, fandom spaces are scary. The longer I spend in them, the more I realize that other people feel the same way! There are so many people out there, waiting for every new post, enthusing over every little thing you make, who you don't even know exist.

The whole point of a fandom is that it's a community. We're all here for the same reasons. For as long as you make fan content, there will always be someone out there to appreciate it.

67 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I was rewatching Bad's prison visit and it hit me how Sam really asks people, "Do you think the prisoner is deserving of being locked up in the prison?"

Just, the implications of that question. This isn't a fun little quiz, these are questions that could deny you entry from the prison. It goes against the mechanical way Sam would treat the prison itself, with its safety measures and procedures that he must follow every time, those same redstone mechanisms he maintains seamlessly.

And yes, you could argue that it's logical to want to know if a visitor is likely to want to break Dream out, but it's not like they would actually answer truthfully if they did. It's yet another way that Sam tries to apply objective logic to a situation that requires nuance.

Which begs the question, is anyone who thinks Dream doesn't deserve to be locked up evil too? What do they deserve? Does having these thoughts, even without acting on them, warrant punishment? If Bad had turned around and said no, I don't think Dream deserves this, would Sam have simply sent him away, or would that not be enough to keep the prison safe?

214 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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I posted 1,747 times in 2022

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I tagged 529 of my posts in 2022

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When Life Gives You Lemons-- Part 2

Warnings: Mature content, abuse, rape, eating disorders, OCD etc. Some of these things go into a bit of detail. These warnings are relevant to the whole fic not just particular chapters.

Word Count Chapter: 3663

Word Count Total: 7,949

Author's Note: Barbs and Lemon are back by popular demand! Thank you SO much to @hockeylvr59, @newlibrary, @itisawitchesworld, and Nora, who I can't seem to tag. The rewrite of this fic wouldn't have happened without all of you. Thank you for indulging my impulsivity. All of you can see Mark in action during the upcoming Olympics! Reminder that this fic starts during the summer of 2019. I will be tagging the Avs and Lausanne HC. Also *~*~*~*~* means a POV change. Flipping between Mark and Clementine. Today we are beginning with Clementine.

Chapter 2

I rolled my eyes so hard I’m pretty sure I saw my own brain, but despite that, I ended up sliding down the wall and sitting next to him. Thanks to the tilt of the floor, I slid next to him until we were touching, shoulder to hip.

“Is it difficult being this dumb all the time or does it come naturally?” A warning blinked behind my eyes, Brain to Mouth Filter Failure.

His beard was short, but thick; despite it, I saw his lips curve into a smile. “Around you it’s effortless.” He paused before continuing, “You know you seem pretty unperturbed about being stuck in a leaning elevator with a certified moron.”

I offered an anemic shrug before continuing nonchalantly, “Ohh ‘unperturbed.’ Did you hurt yourself?” One of his thick eyebrows arched and he flashed a 1000 watt smile but didn’t dish the insult back which made the game less fun so I answered, “My world feels like it’s on fire all the time. I’ve had complete mental breakdowns because I accidentally used a blue pen in a journal that I only used a black pen in. Comparatively, this feels like no big deal.” It felt weird to share that personal detail with someone I found so annoying.

He nodded at Daze, “Is that what she’s for?”

A personal detail was one thing, spilling my entire life story was another thing completely and he must have picked up on my hesitation because he held out his hand and said, “How about we start over. Hi, I’m Mark Barberio.”

Ok. He WAS an idiot, but at least he seemed aware of his hoof and mouth disease. I gave his hand a firm grip and shake. “Clementine. Clementine Jones, and this is Daisy, but I just call her Daze.”

“She seems like a good service dog and not at all for a blind person,” he grinned like this was now our inside joke.

I rested my hand on her head thinking about the freedom she gave back to me and took a deep breath, “She’s the best.”

The conversation lulled and I’d be the first to admit that I let it die. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I had a thought. “Wait, you said you texted Gabe?”

His answer was a lazy nod of the head with a “mmhmm” that sounded like it reverberated in his throat.

“What is the likelihood of him making me suffer by association, simply due to the fact that I’m stuck in an elevator with you? Because I just met him today and he seems like a nice dude and I think we’re copacetic, but I could easily see him leaving you in a steel box for a few hours.” I flashed back to the mischievous glint in Gabe’s eyes earlier.

Mark just shrugged, “I don’t know, Lime, guess it depends on if he likes you.”

“Great.” I slumped harder against the wall. “Any chance you want to share that Wi-Fi password so I can contact some people so they don’t worry?”

A few taps on his phone and a notification popped up asking if I wanted to save the password to the Wi-Fi. As soon as I hit accept, my phone started buzzing so hard it almost fell out of my hand.

Nora: Hey, I’m running late. There was a thing with the room I’m painting. It looks NOTHING like the swatch and after sanding and refinishing the floors and having the paint not look good I had a little mental breakdown. FINE NOW.

Nora: Ok, I am 10 minutes late, but where are you?

Nora: Ok. I’m worried now. Did you get stuck at work? WHERE ARE YOU?

Nora: CLEMENTINE, THIS ISN’T FUNNY. I’M GONNA CALL 911. I’M GONNA GET CADAVER DOGS. WHERE ARE YOU?

The last one came in as I hit reply and tried to tap out a response faster than Nora could dial 911.

I’m fine! Stuck in an elevator with no service! I’m sorry. I just got on the Wi-Fi.

Nora: Oh, shit! Are you alone? Do I still need to call 911? Where are you?

I’m fine. You know I handle actual emergencies better than like… not being able to find my lucky socks.

Nora: This is true and you’ve conveniently ignored the “are you alone” question.

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A Not So Southern Christmas-- Part 6

This is obviously a rewrite of my old fic. I have been feeling romantic and Christmasy, so I figured it was time to bring back my favorite holiday couple. Title banner by the wonderful @whatishockey. Thank you thank you thank you to the people who periodically peek at this fic to make sure I don't make too many typos and mistakes. @hockeylvr59 @rymurrsneckbeard and @princessphilly

Synopsis: When Adelaide Thibodeaux finds her husband to be diddling the wedding planner in the Church before their nuptials, she walks out and is determined to take her dream honeymoon by herself. Until she gets a seat upgrade to first class and ends up next to Hurricanes Defenceman, Joel Edmundson. Holiday shenanigans ensue.

Author's Notes: This was written in early 2019 before Eddy went to Montreal as a free agent. I will be tagging both teams. It's been a while since I've posted a dual POV so reminder that *~*~*~*~*~* delineates a change in POV. Today we are beginning with Eddy.

Tag List: @leafs-foreverr, @pagirl6866, @colecockfield If you would like to be part of the tag list, please let me know.

Part 6

*~*~*~*~*~*

Just over an hour later we were crawling along I-90 in an SUV the size of a tank. After the second close call of almost being sideswiped by another vehicle sliding on ice after a single mile on the interstate, I was thankful for it. It was a rideshare, so I didn’t care if it only got two miles per gallon, as long as it was able to get us to the airport in one piece.

Adelaide finally turned on her phone and I just arched a brow at her as it vibrated in her hand for what seemed like a solid minute while she looked annoyed, “You ok there?”

She gave me a withering glare, and she looked so cute that I couldn’t help but smile, which made her glare harder and the entire thing was just a circle of me being amused and her getting more furious. It was fantastic.

Poking around on the screen, a call connected and started to ring as she brought the phone to her ear. I could hear her mother’s voice on the other end of the line. “Hi Momma, is everyone there? Put me on speaker.”

I was thankful it was a regular voice call and not a facetime, because I knew her father would pinpoint the “I just fucked your daughter nasty" vibes wafting off of me from four states away.

“No, Adele, I'm not putting Eddy on speaker.” She sighed and dropped her phone to her lap, hitting the speaker button with her thumb. “FINE. Is everyone here?”

“Adelaide why are you in a car, it sounds like you’re in a car.”

She transferred the phone to her opposite hand as I stretched my arm across the seat and intertwined our fingers. “Eddy and I are going to the airport Mama, our flight leaves at one.”

Her father’s rich baritone chimed in, “I guess there’s a first time for everything, one of my daughters not being stubborn? I better buy a lottery ticket.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Daddy.”

“Eddy, son she IS going with you, correct?”

I cleared my throat, “Yessir, she agreed.”

“Good. Finally. Adele you’re next.”

Adelaide mouthed “I’m sorry” at me.

The conversation devolved from there. “What does that mean Daddy?” Adele sounded irritated.

“It means you need to stop being so stubborn and accept help and maybe find a good man.”

An argument started between the two of them, with Dottie interjecting at random times. There was something about college and Adele getting her Masters while working. Adelaide looked bored, like she had heard this argument before. She started massaging the palm of my hand with her thumb and staring out the window as her family argued.

Finally, Adele’s voice cut through the nonsense, “Addie and Eddy’s hotel room only had one bed!”

I caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror and I don’t think he felt at all sorry for my impending death.

Adelaide’s attention was suddenly diverted back to her phone, “ADELE! Daddy, there was one bed, but I slept on the couch.”

Her sister wasn’t to be swayed from her current path of turning the attention to Adelaide, “Daddy, I looked at photos of the suite, the couch was too small for anyone to sleep on.”

He sounded displeased, I was suddenly very aware the man owned a hardware store and all murdering/disposing bodies things were readily available and no one would blink twice at him having any of them. “Eddy made you sleep on the couch?”

Adele sounded breathless, “THEY WERE CUDDLING THIS MORNING.”

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When Life Gives You Lemons-- Masterlist

Synopsis: Disabled OC and service dog get stuck in an elevator with Mark Barberio. Shenanigans ensue.

Word Count Total: 93K (this includes unposted parts)

Author's Note: Shout out to @newlibrary who has tirelessly created the graphics for this story. She's the true hero here.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

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When Life Gives You Lemons -- Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, abuse, rape, eating disorders etc. Some of these things go into a bit of detail. These warnings are relevant to the whole fic not just particular chapters.

Word Count: 4286

Word Count Total: 4286

Chapter 1

“Ok, can you look at the camera please?”

The flash was blinding and while I appreciated the professional set-up, I couldn’t help but wonder if a nerd named Kevin with a cell phone and a white wall would be more efficient. This seemed excessive and far more painful. I found myself blinking to see if my retinas had detached.

The photographer fiddled with the settings for a moment, “Can we do one of your service dog too? I’d love to make her a little badge for her vest.”

I actually thought that was kind of cute, I doubt Kevin would have been as creative. “Sure,” I agreed, “Come on Daze.” I asked for a sit/stay on the little platform and waved a treat behind the photographer.

“Great, these are so cute,” The photographer declared. “What were your names again?”

I sighed, this was about to be awkward, “Clementine and Daisy.”

She blinked at me, her brain processing the names and trying to figure out who was the flower and who was the fruit. I took pity on her and clarified before she short circuited and smoke began to pour out of her ears, “I’m Clementine and the dog is Daisy.”

She sucked her lips into her mouth and nodded enthusiastically, perhaps to compensate for her previous reaction, “Um ok, give me just a second to get these printed.”

Within a few moments, she had handed us our badges and I had to admit the outcome was a little better than using some random nerd named Kevin with a cellphone. I attached the clip of the badge to the pocket of my jeans and Daisy’s to her service dog vest. I didn’t normally make her wear it, but it was my first day at the job I desperately needed and they had given me a chance despite my need for assistance so I wanted her to look the part.

Sports had always been one of my passions but I didn’t have an athletic bone in my body, so I embraced the rules, the stats, the analysis. Numbers had order and always made sense to me, but I just wasn’t quick enough to be a statistician. However, the very best thing about sports is all the numbers could make sense, but the underdog could still win. There was no way to measure luck, to measure a human being’s ability to dig within their soul to beat the odds. It was this, the human element, that attracted me to sports.

It was only after a nasty divorce, a complete mental breakdown, and facing the stark reality of starting my life over completely with nothing to show for a quarter century on the earth that I decided to go back to school, graduating with a Bachelor’s in Sports Communication.

Before that,I spent a year in and out of hospital psych wards, sedated while they tried to glue my brain back together. When that hell was over, I was forced to move back in with my parents, becoming their dependent again. I also got Daisy, a service dog to help me juggle depression, anxiety, PTSD, and all the medications I had to take in order to return to society as a semi functional person. With Daze’s help, I was able to go back to school and reinvent myself and now here I was, on the farside of 30 and almost human again. Truthfully, I had no idea what “normal” was but I had decided I was going to be it. I was going to be normal.

I was starting my life over from scratch, as a new college graduate old enough to be the parent of some of my classmates and a psych ward veteran who was probably the subject of several academic papers. I am the product of a really shitty emotionally and physically abusive marriage which left me with a slew of partly recovered emotional wounds, but all of that was still better than what I had been, as my therapist was constantly reminding me.

It had taken many strings pulled by my professors and, unfortunately, my father, the head basketball coach for Denver University, for me to get this job. Even then, I wasn’t entirely sure I hadn’t been given it because I checked the affirmative action box for being a disabled woman (double the diversity). And by job, I mean, this was a temporary paid internship gig and if the Avalanche executives liked my content the position would be created and then I could apply. Imposter syndrome was something I struggled with daily and my therapist had invested a great deal of time trying to teach me that it wasn’t nepotism, strings my father pulled in Denver, a hiring percentage, or a variety of other things that got me the job. The Avalanche Organization could have said no. They saw my academic projects and were curious enough to create this internship. It was up to me to keep it.

The makeshift photo studio was in the depths of Pepsi Arena, while Human Resources was several floors up in a part of the building that had windows. Having completed my surprisingly good staff photo with Not Kevin, Daze and I stood directly in front of the elevator ready to make our way up and navigate the next part of the new hire process. I was absentmindedly pressing the UP button as if that would make the car arrive faster when the ding sounded its arrival. I was completely unprepared for anyone to actually be inside the elevator, much less a herd of Avalanche players in full game regalia-- down to the blade covers on their skates.

I barely had time to register the half a ton of boisterous testosterone bearing down on us before Daze darted behind me to avoid being trampled. In surprise, I stepped back and felt one of her little furry paws under my heel. She gave a yelp and my knees buckled to avoid putting my full weight on her little toes.

Before I hit the ground, arms were around me and I found my face pressed firmly against the Avalanche logo covering a hard chest protector. To my credit, I managed to turn my head to avoid a bright red lipstick stain on the fabric of the jersey.

Daze whined as I was righted by the ridiculously strong arms I was wrapped in, and the chest I was pressed against stepped back, putting me squarely in front of my savior and his four compatriots. I blinked for a second as I got my bearings and tried to make my mouth move in a way that wouldn’t haunt me at 3 am a decade from now, but my savior spoke first, his voice quickly snapping me back into reality.

“Whoa, your hair is like… blue.” He sounded like the least intelligent frat boy I had ever come across and my nose wrinkled in distaste as I felt my eye twitch.

It was such an inane response that I forgot I was in front of a bunch of professional athletes, most of whom I watched on a regular basis and all of who could now get me fired on a whim. Now I will be the first to admit I put my foot in my mouth a lot; mostly, because there’s no filter going from my speech center to my mouth and I’m not ashamed to say, working in sports, I often felt like the smartest person in the room. “It’s actually more of a navy, but thanks for the commentary Captain Obvious.”

The four players who were mostly blocked by the pair of broad shoulders and helmet, took an audible step back, and so did the set of pads in front of me which was bad for my IQ. The first thing I noticed were his eyes which were the color of the hazelnut coffee I liked to drink in the morning. My face went slack and I promptly forgot everything I’d ever known, including my own name as I stared into their rich depths.

An accented voice that didn’t seem to be attached to a body floated across my vision, “Is she okay?”

“I think so?” The man standing in front of me waved a hand in front of my face.

Daze whined and I swallowed, the world coming back into focus. My voice sounded far away when I spoke, “I’m fine, we’re both fine.”

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