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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Rhea's Friends (Part 7)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Rhea opens the door to let in the three boys. The shortest one hugs Rhea, he didn't even notice you yet.

"Who is this?" a very tall and muscular man asks. He scares you a bit. Rhea smiles and puts an arms around you.

"Do you wanna introduce yourself or should I do it for you?" she whispers. "You please" you answer. You're scared she might tell them about what happened but you also didn't dare to speak for yourself just yet.

"So, this is y/n, she's staying at mine for some time so get used to it." Demi tells the boys.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dominic but you can call me Dom like everyone else." the short one who hugged Rhea says.

"I'm Damian" says the tall one and reaches out to shake your hand. You shyly return the gesture.

"And I'm Finn" the third one who hasn't spoken yet says. You just nod and try to smile at them.

"Alright" Rhea says and grabs your hand. You follow her into the living room, they boys right behind you.

They sit down on the couch and Dominic turns on the TV. "Come here y/n" Demi says. Only now do you realize that you're the only one still standing.

You sit down next to her at the end of the couch. She puts her arm around you and leans back. "So what's the plan for today?" Rhea asks.

"What about we play some games and order pizza later. We could also watch a movie then" Finn says.

"Or we could make a horror movie marathon" Dom says enthusiastically. "No way, as much as I'd love to but y/n here can't stand horror." Rhea quickly throws in.

"What about we watch some stupid movies to laugh about" Damian suggests. "Oh yes, do you wanna watch barbie?" Demi says and looks at you. You shrug "fine by me"

"OK yeah, let's do it" Dom says and scrolls through a list of movies to find what they're looking for. "I'll order pizza, what do you guys want?" Finn says.

Everyone orders except for you. "What do you want y/n?" Damian says. "Nothing thanks" you reply shyly.

"y/n can we talk for a sec?" Rhea says and stands up. You're confused but follow her into the kitchen.

Demi leans against a counter and looks at you. "What is it that you wanna talk about?" "Are you hungry?" she asks.

You give her a confused look. "No why you asking?" you lie. "Because it's almost 2pm and you haven't eaten anything today except the little breakfast we had at around 9."

You sigh "I'm just not comfortable with eating in front of other men" Rhea gives you a sad smile "okay, but if you change your mind you can always take some of my pizza ok?" "thank you" you smile.

You return to the living room and join the boys who waited with the start of the film until you were back.

It was actually more fun than you originally thought. You were even comfortable enough to laugh out loud, even if it wasn't often, and steal one of Rhea's pizza slices.

It was around 10pm when Demi practically threw the boys out because they just wouldn't leave. "Byee" you both said before Rhea closed the door behind them.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought, they're pretty cool" you say and she grins at you. "Yea, I liked it too but I'm pretty tired now." Demi yawns.

You hesitate before asking "can you sleep with me in the bed again?" Rhea smirks, "sure" then grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

You both get ready for bed and lay down. "Demi?" you whisper. "hm" she hums. "I know you're tired and everything but can we cuddle? I feel a bit lonely right now."

"Of course, come here love" she responds and stretches out her arm so you can snuggle up to her.

I like the feeling I get when we touch. You think. Damn I never felt this way with him, like, actually cared for and protected and comfortable and all that.

"Good night" Rhea whispers. You feel her lips slightly brushing the top of your head.

I wonder what it would be like to kiss her. "Good night Demi, thank you for everything!" "You're welcome" she says and pecks you on your head.

Heat rushes through your body. Something you never felt before. With your ex you always wished for things to be over as soon as possible, with Rhea you wanted them to never end.

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Part sevennnn and many more planned ;)

Wishes, suggestions etc in the comments.

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

#demi bennett #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wrestling #wwe x reader #ex boyfriend #fear #tw disordered eating #barbie #film #pizzatime #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #the judgement day wwe

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lovepmd · 10 months

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part 1 here

Kelpie decided to do some research.

The next morning (after almost not sleeping from excitement and more questions going through her head), Kelpie thought she would visit the archive.

Her village kept track of a lot of things and had it all written down and stored carefully in an underground bunker of sorts that was dug out ages ago. She found it ironic that she could do all kinds of research on psychic types and the different abilities her type could do, and yet it held no answers on that cave.

Thankfully, she already was given permission to visit the archive in order to do research a few years ago. Her mother gave the go ahead to the one in charge to let her daughter read what was inside.

"She's always asking me questions, so I thought it would be a better idea to let her read and learn from what is stored there."

Kelpie went down the stairs and carefully opened the door, which was psychically locked. She stood at the door for a moment before stepping in, thinking back on the invisible barrier around that weird floating bubble. That barrier is acting as a strong lock on that pokemon, but there was no way she'd easily open it like she did this door. But it did make her think. Who made the barrier? Are they still around?

The ponyta sighed and stepped inside. One question at a time.

Inside were many shelves and books of various sizes and from different ages, and a few maps hung around on the walls. She had been in here countless times, looking up different psychic abilities that were recorded, some of the village resident records, and when she was younger, she loved to look over the section on fairy tales.

Well. That's what her mother called those stories at least. To be fair, some of those stories were a bit too "out there" to have actually happened.

Kelpie looked over the shelves and tried to think carefully of what she was looking for. There had to be something, ANYTHING, that said at least a little hint about the cave, she refused to believe there wasn't. The other thing she wanted to look into was researching further about psychic barriers. She doubted she could break the barrier herself, but knowing more about how it worked wouldn't hurt.

She wanted to first try to find some sort of clue about the cave. Walking further in, her eyes scanned over the books on the shelves. Where could she find a clue? She looked around before a while back before giving up and trying to get answers from the adults and elders. She took out and scanned over a few books using levitation, sighing each time she closed one and placed it back where she found it.

The ponyta paused by where the fairy tales were kept. Just to be thorough, she looked over the books and there was one that was old, very old, that caught her attention. She pulled the book up and carefully placed it on the table nearby.

Kelpie knew about this book, she remembered once reading it and it scared her. It took her mother coming back in here with her for her to come back willingly. But it had been so long and she buried herself into other research that she couldn't quite remember why.

She used her psychic ability to carefully open the book and read through the pages. There were stories about very large pokemon that towered even over the tallest mountains, stories about some pokemon that were very bad and some of the crimes they committed. There was even a story about the entire world almost ending due to a large meteor coming towards the planet. She shivered. Well, no wonder she got a bit spooked before.

Turning another page, she came across a short story. In fact, it was the shortest story she's ever seen, barely filling a single page.

"The one that came again and again

One that made friends

family, ??? ???

brought their entire world into ???

down they ??? ???

must never be free

??? let ??? reign

forever chained"

Kelpie squinted over the writing, but some of the words were too faded to be able to make out what they said. And even then, does this count as a story? It's barely anything at all.

She sighed and closed the book, putting it back where she found it. That also told her nothing. She continued to look through as many books as she could, but she couldn't find anything. Not a single clue.

Suddenly, her stomach growled. Oh, she's been in here for a long time.

"Lunch break," Kelpie mumbled to herself, putting the last book back in place before stepping out of the archive and locking it behind her.

#chaos au #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #will parts come out consistently? no #just when i feel up to it lol

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the-platonic-charms · 2 years

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Hey there! This is to any of the mods, but can I have Kyoko, Miu, Asahina and Kaede with a male s/o who compliments them all the time, but will constantly self-degrade themselves, like call themselves trash and scum, and basically sounding like Nagito. Thanks!

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈, 𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀, 𝐌𝐈𝐔 𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐋-𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

Hello there nonnie! This request took a bit of time to get completed, but I hope that's alright with you! Aaaand I'm not really used to writing Hina, which is why her part is the shortest. Still-

⌕ Not to say that she would already be suspecting something because she is a detective. But she would already be suspecting something because she is a detective.

⌕ She took notes of it, mentally. While she thought that talking to you could help solve the issue, she didn't want to pressure you into talking to her about it.

⌕ She waited until :

a) you'd talk to her first

b) she decides it's time to step in

c) things get seriously bad

⌕ Thankfully it wasn't the last answer. After a not so long waiting time, Kirigiri talked to you about it. She told you that if you ever needed to vent or just wanted to talk, she's always there for you. And for any other reason as well.

⌕ Rather than going for psychical affection she'll compliment you and just make sure you're feeling alright. Reminding you of how much of a great person you really are and how much you mean to her.

⌕ But Kyoko will hug or kiss you if you want. Maybe cuddle with you while talking about your or her day :)

✾ Aoi was already caught off guard when she heard you self-degrading for the first time. She told you to not say that about yourself. But once she noticed how that didn't stop you ,she took the matter in her own hands.

✾ Apart from reasurring how much she loves you, she'll just check up if you're doing alright. Like making sure you ate today, drank water etc. Those are simple things but it just shows she cares.

✾ She would 100% offer making food you enjoy. Or you know... Donuts. But if she does, she'll try getting you to help her. Whether it'd be decorating, setting up the table or anything else. You get to spend time together!

✾ Hina will send you those nice pictures like:

✾ And she'll also try engaging in any activity or hobby you enjoy. As long as it makes you happy ♡

♪ Kaede compliments you a lot already. But once she heard you being mean to yourself, the compliments increased by 1000%. Which should he impossible, because she already complimented you a lot.

♪ She just doesn't understand how anyone can say bad things about her sweetheart. Yes, even if it's you. To her, you are amazing! You're truly wonderful in her eyes, and she'll make sure to let you know that.

♪ Kaede is quite affectionate. She often hugs you while giving you a quick peck on the cheek. Or she holds your hand when you vent or just talk.

♪ She'll play the piano for you whenever you ask, even if it's very late, she'll still play it for you. As long as it helps or makes you feel better, she's happy to help.

♪ Sometimes all she wants to do is just lay down and cuddle with you, while she whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

♡ At first she didn't really notice you self deprecating. All she heard were compliments about her, which she'd always agree with.

♡ It wasn't long until she realized, very often, you'd put yourself down. Saying bad things about yourself etc. And that's when she started to worry. Were you always like this? Did she just not notice? How long have you been doing this? How hasn't she noticed? Is she really that bad of a girlfriend??

♡ Despite constantly acting like she's amazing, Miu actually has a ton of insecurities hidden underneath. She wanted to ignore them but couldn't, and instead decided to help out your problem first.

♡ Whenever you compliment her, she compliments you 2 times more. It kinda became a game, how many times can you compliment each other before you run out of ideas.

♡ Also a lot of flirting. And affection in general. Just showing how much she loves you. Oh and Iruma sees no problem in hugging, kissing you in public. She'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable.

♡ Often, she calls you things like 'handsome, gorgeous, lovely, hottie' etc. But if you flirt back, she'll immediately start blushing and stuttering.

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jeanmoreaux · 2 years

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Hello friend, thank you for all the lovely posts. About a recent one, I ask with utter sincerity, do you truly believe when we mess up it doesn’t make us ‘bad’?

This is quite random but for me personally, I find it close to impossible to shake off this feeling of being bad because of mistakes I’ve made. It could be the most trivial thing and i overthink it. 96% of my thoughts are so centered around ‘what’s ifs / should haves’

hi there, anon! i'm glad you enjoy my blog <3 i know this ask is a couple of days old ((sorry, christmas is always stressful and i wasn't online much)), but i think i remember the post that you're talking about. To answer your question; yes, i truly believe that messing up doesn't make you a bad person. i think messing up and making mistakes is something that comes with being human, so it's neither 'good' nor 'bad’.... it's simply a reality we have to contend with. while the act of 'messing up' is pretty neutral (if it's a normal 'mess up'), it's more the action we take after messing up than the messing up itself that define us as people. you can learn and grow from your mistakes. messing up might even help you become a better version of yourself in the long run. it can teach you about yourself and the kind of person you want to be. in my limited experience, most people want to become better and not hurt others by repeating their mistakes over and over again. if you choose to try to learn from your mistakes, i don't think you're a bad person. if you feel genuinely bad form messing up, i don't think you're a bad person (as long as you back this feeling up by apologising/doing better in the future). there is so much more nuance to this (especially depending on the kind of mistake), and i am sure philosophers have been pondering similar questions for centuries, so this is probably the shortest answer i can give. ((of course that doesn't mean the people you hurt have to forgive you. that's another topic entirely. but i do think that there comes a point where you have to forgive yourself after messing up so you can move forward with your life and actually change for the better. otherwise you'll dwell on hypothetical scenarios instead of taking control of the situation you're in now and doing the work to learn from your mistakes.))

it's understandable that you might feel like a bad person after messing up. i think that's a good sign. it means that you can acknowledge your mistake and feel responsible for your actions. but shouldn't only ruminate on your mistakes. i don't think that's good for anyone's mental health. i know the kind of overthinking you're talking about all too well. but i think there comes a moment where you just have to let certain things go or you're gonna get stuck in your thoughts without allowing yourself the mental space or energy to grow and improve.

#if overthinking is a big problem for you maybe you can talk about it with someone in your life #or a professional; volunteer at a mental healthy hotline; etc.#there are ways and skills to manage overthinking that they might help you with #i am sorry i don't have anything smarter or more insightful to say about this right now #i really hope you're doing well and that you had a peaceful and lovely weekend <333 #anon #answer

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xhannahbananax03 · 4 years

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Meeting Him

Summary: Dean Winchester arrives in a small town to accompany his best friend, Jake to a high school graduation. He meets Jake’s cousin and instantly takes a liking to her. But when the girls ex boyfriend shows up, things take a turn.

Words: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, jealousy, mentions of sexual acts

A/N: This was my first fic ever, so be gentle.

MASTERLIST

It was like any other day. Get up, get ready for school, eat breakfast, and get on the bus. The only difference of today, was this was the day your cousin, Jake, was coming home.

You and Jake have always been best friends, you grew up together. He was 2 years older than you, but that didn't matter. You two were always together. You'd wake up every morning and go straight over to his house, which wasn't hard because he lived right next door to you. You both shared so many adventures, and special moments together. Like the day his little sister was born. After Kayla was born you and Jake would always play with her, whether it be dress up, or playing in the sandbox. You couldn't do to much with her though, considering she was 4 years younger than you, and 6 years younger than Jake.

Everything was perfect, that was until Jake went to high school and you stayed in the junior high. It wasn't so bad though, right? You and Jake still lived so close, you could still hang out whenever, right? Wrong. Jake started making new friends, and girlfriends... It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it had, but you still got jealous, when he would say you couldn't come over because Madison, his girlfriend, was over, or because his other friends were over. It upset you, and hurt you. So instead of being in pain, you decided to distance yourself from Jake. Not asking to come over so much, going to other people's houses. It was getting easy to not think about Jake so much. You made a lot of new friends, and grew to love them over the two years of junior high. Jake was still pretty happy, though he missed you too, but both of you were branching out from each other, that is until your first year of high school, he was starting his third year, him and Madison had already broken up, but he was moving. Him and his family were moving to Kansas. Jakes dad got a special, one time, job offer that he couldn't turn down. And you couldn't blame him. Jake told you that once he gets out of high school he's going to start working with his dad. But he would call and text you whenever he could, and he would visit as soon as possible.

So here you were, getting ready for school. You only had a couple days left, and Jake had already graduated, so he was coming home for the first month of summer. What you didn't know was he was bringing his best friend. "(y/n), sweetheart, breakfast is ready! " Your mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Ok mom, give me 5! " You shouted back. You were standing in front of your closet looking at two outfits you had prepared, it wasn't to terribly hot, but it wasn't cold either. So you decided to go with,

You did a simple natural make up look, and lightly curled your (h/l), (h/c) hair to give it a beach wave effect. As you came downstairs you got a text, from Jake.

Jake: Hey (y/nn), so I know you hate surprises, but I'm bringing one home with me. So try not to look like a piece of trash!

You: Geez, thanks Jake. I will try my best not to look like garbage!

Jake: Thank you, Madame.

You: lol, ❤ you Jake! Can't wait to see you. I have some fun stuff planned!

Jake: ❤ you too, and so do I! 😈

After texting you noticed the time, "Crap! " You booked it down the stairs, grabbed your bag, and a piece of toast. After shoveling the toast into your mouth you ran outside only to see the bus drive past your house. "Fuck... " Man you wished you had a car right about now.

~Time Skip to Last Period of the Day~

School went OK today, you went through all your classes without, trouble, hung out with your friends, which was difficult, because the kept looking out for this guy in a, "shiny black car ". So they didn't pay much attention to you, but you were entertained hearing them gawk over this, " Beautiful mystery man". At one point your best friend, started talking about what her first date with him would be like, which had you doubling over in laughter.

The end of the last period came, and you couldn't wait to be out of there, Jake texted you during lunch saying he was picking you up after school and taking you out to eat at the diner, that was basically your second home. You were so excited that you were focusing on the clock and only the clock, bouncing you knee up and down. It got to a point where your friend reached over and placed her hand on your knee.

"(y/n), are you alright? " Your friend Sarah asked you, you just nodded while keeping your eyes on the clock, "what has you so anxious today? " She asked you trying to look you in the eyes.

. "Jake is coming home today. " You said completely ignoring her face, but you were able to see a slight blush creep up her face. She had always had a thing for Jake, but was too scared to tell him. Right then the bell rung, and you were up out of your seat before anyone else.

Grabbing your things you made your way to your locker, Jake new what your locker number was so when you didn't see him standing there, you were slightly disappointed. "Maybe he's just running late" You thought to yourself. As you were putting your stuff in your locker, you grabbed your bag, and when you closed your locker door, he was standing right there. You were so happy you could barely contain it, you squealed and dropped your bag, before literally jumping into his arms, it wasn't an easy task considering he was considerably taller then you, but you managed. He held onto you tight and spun you around making you giggle, once he sat you down, you both smiled at each other, before he had to go and ruin the moment, "I got to hand it to you, (y/n), you've gotten a lot prettier, and you don't look like trash! " This made you widen your eyes in mock hurt, before slugging him in his arm. Before he had time to grab you, you were running out of the door, the one downside, was you didn't know what car was his, so you had no where to go. Before you had time to even turn around he was there and punched you, actually pretty hard, well hard enough to knock you on your butt.

He felt a little bad so he helped you up, mumbling something about how much that hurt, you took his hand and stood up. "Thanks Jake, now my pants are all dirty. " You said following him to a car.

"Aww your welcome! " He said enthusiastically.

Out in the parking lot you could see this beautiful Chevy Impala. "Jake is that your car? " You asked pointing towards your dream car. "Hmm? Oh, that's actually part of the surprise. " You could see a tall man standing at the drivers side door, talking to the most popular girl in school, Megan.

Megan was a perky blonde. She was curvy, but still really skinny, she was so bubbly but still such a bully, to anyone who she didn't like, including you. And she didn't like you because when you came to the high school, you became one of the most liked girls there, and not just by guys but by everyone, because you were sweet, and caring, and everyone felt like they could trust you. Megan was one year ahead of you, because she skipped a grade. But you firmly believe that's because she took some, "extra credit ". And it wasn't just you who thought that, but that's the kind of girl she is.

Jake stopped you from walking because he could tell something was wrong, " Hey you ok? " He asked stepping in front of you, looking down at you, you look up and smiled slightly, "yeah, but anyways, who's that guy? " You asked pointing to the guy who was now being pinned to his car by Megan, it was such a sight to see, it made you shutter, Jake saw this and looked over to him, chuckling a bit, "always a ladies man, " He chuckled, "That's dean, my best friend, the one i'm always talking about. "

"Oh." Was all you could say, Dean was way more attractive than you thought he'd be, he was probably the one all the girls were talking about, "Yeah, he was a hit with the ladies today. " You said starting to walk towards the car again. "Was he a hit with you? " Jake asked surprising you a bit, "Not particularly. No" You said still walking now a little ahead Jake.

Finally you reached the car. And when Megan saw you she gave you a look of pure disgust, before moving her eyes onto Jake, she always did have a thing for older guys, "Hi Jake... " She said biting her lip, trying to act sexy. "Hey Megan, how are you? " Jake never really liked Megan either, I mean he thought she was hot, who didn't. But he just hated her personality, and the way she treated you.

"I'm fine, but would be a lot better if I was in the back of his car tight now. " She giggled, looking at Dean with predatory eyes, which for some reason made you jealous, maybe it was just the fact that she always got what she wanted, and you did not want have to walk to the diner right now. Dean looked at Jake with a bit of shock, but you weren't shocked at all.

"So, (y/n), what are you doing here? " She asked moving her eyes to you, she was taller than you, and it wasn't because she was tall, it was because you were short, you were probably the shortest girl in the school, and Megan always wore these high heels.

"Did you forget that Jakes my cousin? " You asked raising an eyebrow at her. She just scoffed while rolling her eyes, "No, I didn't forget, I mean what are you doing here, " She said while pointing to the ground, "by this car? " "Well if I'm not mistaken, this is my ride, right Jake? " You looked to Jake, and so did everyone else, waiting for an answer, once he nodded. You looked back to Megan. She just scoffed before whispering something to Dean before walking off smirking. He looked a little dazed, and a bit shocked. Jake finally cleared his throat also clearing the silence, that's when Dean really noticed you were there, which made you a little upset, but whatever. Reaching out his hand, he finally spoke, "oh, you must be (y/n). Hi I'm Dean. " You reached for his hand, and shook it. Once he realised that he had been holding you hand for a bit too long, and staring at you, he retracted before opening the back door for you to get in, noticing a slight blush on his neck you giggled a little before getting into the beautiful car, noticing the wonderful leather interior, running you hands across the seat, you smiled. Once you looked up, you saw Dean was staring at you though the rear view mirror, you looked down from his intense gaze, blushing.

"Do you like her? She's beautiful isn't she? "He asked starting up the car, which cause a low rumbling feeling through the your whole body. " Like her? It's my dream car, this exact model and everything! " You said a bit excited which made him chuckle a bit. Jake was just enjoying that fact that he two best friends were getting along. Once Dean started driving you saw how well he handled the car, before he left, you'd definitely have to see if you could drive this car. "Do you mind if I turn on some music? " He asked looking at you while reaching for a box full of cassettes. "Not at all, go for it. " You told him smiling hoping he had a somewhat similar music taste to yours. He then handed you the box full of tapes before saying, "choose one. " Which for some reason surprised Jake, but you just shrugged it off.

Once you saw the tapes you become even more happy, if that's possible. He had the same music taste as you! You were really starting to like this Dean guy. Grabbing an AC DC tape and handing it to him, you saw his smile grow wider, "You've got good taste." He said, which made you smile even more. He popped the tape in before turning up up the volume, and blasting AC DC through the speakers. This was going to be fun!

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just-dreaming-about · 4 years

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Here I am with the third part of my Spider-Man fanfic. Thank you so much to those who have liked the others and I hope you also like this. Enjoy!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS #3

When Thalia noticed it she was doing it again. She had just left the hospital, another afternoon with her father, and now she was wandering around the city turning all the doubts in her head. She was getting used to the noise of the city, she was beginning to seem it ideal to think but the doubts were not clearing in her head. She carried a great weight on her back and she had no one to share with, her only world was her father and she didn't want to worry him anymore. It was so frustrating.

It had been a few days since her encounter with Spider-Man and her talk with her father, she hadn't clarified anything but she also didn't know why she had started walking around the city until late. Was looking for the solution to her problems or was looking for someone? That was another question that she couldn't answer and when her thoughts seemed to turn against her, it was time to go home. But this time was different because she couldn't remember the way home, she didn't recognize the buildings or the stores.

She began to feel overwhelmed, a anxiety attack was growing in her chest and she tried to contain it. She crossed the street and turned right but still didn't recognize where she was. Was she really lost? She? She knew the streets of New York as if it were the palm of her hand! It was embarrassing to recognize it out loud and yet another pressure her heart must endure. Turn to the left. Another unrecognizable street. Then another thought crossed her mind; didn't she recognize the street because she was lost or because she was having a anxiety attack?

So the next step was obvious. She took refuge in a lonely alley, leaned her back against the wall and tried to breathe slowly but was unable. Every pounding in her heart ached in her chest and tears began to collect in her eyes.

Suddenly someone was in front of her, it was speaking to her but she couldn't hear it clearly and that person's hands were cold on her shoulders. And one of those hands went down her right arm urgently until caught her hand and brought it to a marked chest. He was a boy, for sure, and a strong one. A new wave of panic invaded her at the thought of what could happen to her if she didn't defend herself and tried to attack him but to no avail, she wasn't at her best and whoever had found her like this was strong enough to contain her. Her right hand was still clinging to that boy's chest by his hand, but now his other hand was holding her by the nape of the neck trying not to hurt her, which puzzled her more. And then she was able to focus her vision and see him clearly. Chocolate eyes, brown curls and a worried gesture. His thin, pink lips were moving fast -he was talking to her- but she couldn't figure out what they were saying. Then the boy's chest started to puff up and deflate slowly, it was almost mesmerizing and she started to imitate him. Little by little the sound returned to her.

-That's right, you do it very well -he said slowly- Inspire with me, come on -his chest puffed up and she followed him- And now we let it go -his chest deflate slowly on a par with her- Good. Once again?

Slowly everything came to her, each pounding stopped hurting, her head cleared, and her breathing was no longer so strained.

-Cute boy? -she asked looking at him.

-Actually is Peter Parker -he said laughing although the blush that appeared soon on his cheeks gave him away.

He removed the hand that had rested on the nape of her neck as if the touch suddenly burned but he was unable to move away because her hand still rested on his chest.

-What are you doing here?

-Help you with an anxiety attack?

He was so confused and she was so weakened at the time, she was clear but her head hurt. She shook her head, that wasn't what she was referring to but couldn't explain herself.

-Where I am?

-Queens. Do you want me to call someone?

-I want a hug.

And that was the most sincere thing Thalia had said in several months. Sincere and painful. Cute boy granted her what she wanted, hugged her a little awkward at first. He did his best to comfort her, one firm hand on her waist as the other circled her back, whispering words of encouragement even though he didn't know what he was comforting her for.

-We will talk about why I found you here? -he whispered not wanting to break the moment.

-You first -she whispered too.

-My aunt work at this help center. I was taking out the trash and I saw you here.

-And you still remember me? It's been almost a week since we collide.

-Well not many girls have put me against the bookshelf... It sounded fatal. I'm sorry, I didn't want to...

-It's okay -she interrupted him, she remembered that watching him rambling was fun but she wasn't for that now. Now she needed stability and he was providing it- Why do you help me?

-Because you seemed to be suffering.

Those words sounded so sincere that it hurt. It hurt as if a truck had passed her. Lately everything hurt, physically and emotionally, her world was shaking and she had nowhere to hold on.

-I know it may sound a little strange but I think it would be better to go inside-he was still whispering like he was afraid she might get another attack.

She said nothing but he carried her inside. His firm hand was still on her waist and she had an arm around his shoulders. She still needed stability and he kept providing it. The door through which they entered led them to the kitchen where five people were fighting each other to make quality food in the shortest time possible while many other people came and went carrying dishes. No one paid attention to them as they headed towards the stairs but halfway there a voice stopped them.

-Peter, how good I find you. Who's your friend?

Peter whispered an apology before turning to the woman who was looking at them with a kind smile and a playful look, her hands resting on her hips as if she had just caught two kids being mean.

-Aunt May, this is Thalia.

-Nice to meet you Thalia -smiled May- Where was my responsible and trustworthy nephew taking you?

-Even I have noticed the double meaning, Aunt May -Peter said frustrated- Is not what you think.

-So what is it, Pete?

Aunt May was folding her arms but smiling amused at the expense of Peter who was rambling again.

-Actually -it was the first time Thalia had spoken and she won May's kind and Peter's worried gaze- I'm not at my best and her nephew has offered to help me.

Thalia's frankness was received with a few seconds of silence until May gave them permission for them to go up to her office and they did. The office Peter took her to was small, with just enough space for a table, an armchair, a bookshelf full of messy folders, and a narrow sofa for visitors. Papers were scattered everywhere, even on the sofa. Peter ran to pick them up apologizing for the mess and motioned for her to sit on the small sofa.

-Do you want me to bring you something to drink or eat?

Thalia didn't answer, sat down and looked at her hands. Peter looked at her worriedly and sat next to her.

-Do you want to talk about what has happened?

But she didn't want to talk, that wasn't her thing, she didn't open herself up to people and less to people she had just met. Peter seemed genuinely concerned about her and was offering her the stability that she needed but couldn't hold on to him because if anyone saw all the shit on her...So what was she doing there? Why had she been dragged into that office and sat there? The answer came to her in a blink and she looked at him seriously.

-If I asked you for something, would you give it to me?

-If it is something within my reach... Yes, of course.

-I need a friend. Someone who doesn't ask. Would you do that for me?

Peter swallowed and nodded but nothing in the world could prepare him for what she did next. She snuggled into his chest and hid from all the bad that was chasing her, hugged him with perhaps too much strength but he didn't refuse, accepted the strength of her grip and hugged her with the same strength. Peter didn't understand the reason for that much-needed hug, it was as if Thalia was clinging to the only thing that could get her afloat and it was a strange feeling to feel so much needed by someone he hardly knew. But that was a lie because he knew perfectly well who she was, she was a spy, a thief, the agent of one of his greatest enemies and still felt that he had the responsibility to help her because she was slowly giving him all the pieces of the puzzle although she didn't know that all the pieces were given to the same person. As Spider-Man obtained the information that she didn't want to give to Peter Parker and as Peter Parker could comfort her as she didn't allow herself to be consoled by Spider-Man. It was a mess but it worked.

When Thalia opened her eyes again it was dark in the office, she was lying on the sofa and a blanket covered her. She was alone. There was a note in front of her signed by Peter promising her that he would be back soon, that if she was hungry she could snack from the kitchen. But she wasn't going to wait for him. She grabbed a jacket labeled Peter Parker and left the office. The whole building seemed to be dark but it didn't bother her, she used to work better with the lights off, she undid the path that she had done with Parker hours before and left the building through the back door. Once outside, she picked up her phone and saw that she had several missed calls and a lot of messages from the same number, but she ignored it and went to a fire escape that took her to the roof of the building. From above everything seemed smaller, including her confused thoughts. She took refuge in his jacket and allowed herself to breathe in Parker's scent again. Cute boy. She smiled.

-Should I be concerned that we always end up on a rooftop?

She turned her head lazily to verify that it was Spider-Man who was accompanying her and then continued to look at the city.

-Are you going to arrest me?

-Have you done anything illegal lately? -he stood next to her, observing the city too.

-I've convinced an innocent boy to spend the night with me -she commented as if it was nothing but it really meant something to her. Everything was easier if she pretended.

Spider-Man turned his head in surprise, then coughed and replied;

-And why are you telling me that?

-He has made me think. Well, not him but thanks to him I have been able to...-took a deep breath and released it- think clearly.

-He seems a nice person -he turned his head to look at her and then looked back quickly- Has he left you the jacket?

-Actually... I stole it from him -she smiled absently, wrapping herself in the jacket- Old habits aren't easily forgotten.

-I hope you return it.

-I hope so too -she closed her eyes, breathed in the scent of Peter Parker again and when she opened them again her gaze hardened- Spider-Man, I'm about to entrust you with important information but if I asked you for something, would you give it to me?

Spiderman's aura suddenly hardened too, preparing himself.

-Only if it's something within my reach.

Thalia must have listened to her instinct at that moment, the feeling of deja vu that suddenly enveloped her but it was at a very important moment and as that conversation ended her life would change for better or for worse.

Thalia's demands for their negotiation were reduced to one; protection for her father. She didn't care what might happen to herself. Spider-Man accepted without hesitation, promised that he would contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and that they would take care of everything. In exchange Thalia gave him names, addresses, told him of the plans they had entrusted to her and of which she had learned spying. She told him how she had ended in that situation, how everything seemed simple and innocent at first -an easy job- and how it progressively complicated until she found the shit up to her neck without escape. She told him everything and Spider-Man listened without interruption.

When she finished speaking, she headed for the fire escape stairs under the watchful eye of Spider-Man.

-Are you going to spend the rest of the night with that innocent boy?

Thalia stopped before reaching the stairs.

-No. I won't go back to him.

-Why not? He helped you think clearly ... or so you said.

She turned to see him with a wistful smile on her face.

-I don't want my shit to splash on him. He would be scared.

-Maybe you'd be surprised at what innocent boys are capable of.

-Maybe another day I'll give to my innocent boy that chance. I'll see you out there, Spider-Man.

She went downstairs and drifted down the streets of Queens. This time she knew the way home.

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