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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 month

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DPXDC: I wanna be like most girls ghosts.

or Danny: What should I do to make my mom happy?

or ~Danny deserves a little teenage rebellion as a treat~

Maddie: I just want this damned Phantom to stop pretending to be a hero! All ghosts are pure evil, who is he trying to deceive? Danny: Oh, really? And Danny took it personally.

It’s not Danny’s fault that he’s a good kid and wants to make his parents happy. But why would he have to be a monster to make them happy? Why must they hate him to be happy?

Danny’s obsession was going crazy.

Well, when your own parents call you a monster in the face, it hurts. Why do they always believe that only their opinion is the absolute truth? They have no idea how much worse things would be if at least some of the ghosts really behaved the way Maddie and Jack think they’re supposed to. If he really is evil by nature, is there any point in fighting his own fate? They want to see him as a villain, he will become one. He will. He just needs a little help and practice. And not bring it to the level when Clockwork has to clean up his mess. Poor guy is without a vacation for how long? Couple of millennia?

Johnny 13: Sup. Danny: F*ck off, Johnny, I’m not in the mood. Busy thinking about world domination. Get out of here or I’ll call Kitty. Johnny 13: What’s wrong? You’re usually so grouchy only towards the end of the week. Danny: Nothing. Just parents. Again. They are wonderful but I can’t help but feel sometimes that they, em… Johnny 13: Suck? Danny: Right…Damn. I’m a terrible son. Maybe something is wrong with me. Johnny 13: What? No, no, dude. You’re just growing up. And you’re a little late, usually teenagers go through that stage before they graduate. Well, you’ve probably been busy with other issues, so just missed it. Danny: I wonder whose fault it is. Aren’t there ghosts who enjoyed to ruin my life in the middle of school day?

Johnny 13: Oh, bother. Anyway, you’re entering a beautiful time of emancipation, where you’re going to shape your own view of life and, along the way, to get drunk on cheap alcohol at parties, maybe to go to jail and to become the greatest disappointment to your family..And then you will be ashamed to remember it for about the next ten years. Danny: Well, it looks like I’ve already done two out of three additional things. Great success. Johnny 13: When did you get drunk? Danny: I didn’t. Johnny 13: Oh. Want to fix that? Danny: What? No. What an idiot wants to add a headache to his problems? Johnny 13: Well, your loss, then I’ll go terrorize the bars of Gotham alone and no one can stop me. Let’s see what your boyfriend will say about it. ~~~~~ Danny: Bartender, another shot of Dead Man’s Fingers, please. Red Hood: Babe, haven’t you had enough? Danny: Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you try, no matter how many sacrifices you make, in their eyes you’ll always be nothing more than a monster? Nothing more than a mistake? Oh, Death doesn’t give people like me a break. Red Hood: …I’ll have what he’s having. *gives the bartender a sign to switch the rum shots to a batburger milkshake for them, and starts talking to Danny so that he doesn’t understand Hood's scams*

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Johnny 13: Other people’s kids are growing up so fast. It seems like yesterday he didn’t know how to shoot ectoblast, and now.. Kitty: Stop trying to make me feel bad, we’re leaving. Johnny 13: But the boy needs our support, honey boo!

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Danny: I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn’t the first time mom’s called me a monster. She often called me that when she was upset with my behavior in my childhood. Huh, it's even funny. Jason: There’s nothing funny about that. Danny: No, you don’t understand. Looking back, I was really a very active child and didn’t know when to stop. Not surprisingly that I often annoyed my parents. They’re very busy people, and Jazz couldn’t always keep an eye on me. And I was often afraid to go to sleep alone because there were shadows in the darkness of my room. Well, I used to think they were. But I pretended everything was okay to not distract parents from work. Jason: Hey, it’s not your fault. You were a child. Obviously, kiddo requires a lot of attention, they must have understood that. You are the second child in the family, right? Danny: Well, Jazz was different. I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if the monsters behind the curtain and under the bed were just like me, well, according to my mom, you know, then they wouldn’t want to hurt me. And since they look after me, they are friends. So I kinda greeted all the suspicious noises and howls. Huh, I was a strange kid. Jason: If you smile at someone in the dark alley right now that someone is more likely to wet themselves or faint. Danny: Rude! I’m not that scary. Admit that I’m adorable. Do it right now. Jason: Stunning, darling. But still carry a gun and a knife, please. My childhood taught me that what's hiding in the dark is worth beating up. Danny: Come on, what should I be afraid of? Death? Anyway, I want to try this shit. Like, the inevitable one. Being a bad boy, you know? Hood *raises eyebrows*. Danny: Oh damn it man, I'm talking about ghostliness. I want to try to be like most of dead ones. I want to unleash my side of the trickster and the villain. But only a little bit. I have to be supervised so that things don't go too far. Would you help me, honey?

~~~~~2 hours later~~~~

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Goons used to expect a lot of weirdness from working with the boss.

Sometimes Bruce Wayne would go into their base and yell at the Red Hood like he's one of his kids. Of course Wayne's well-known as 'Gotta adopt them all' but the guy must really suffer from insomnia to count the Red Hood into his brood of chicks several times. Sometimes the boss would fight Robin or Nightwing over differences in morals…or for biscuits. It varied from moment to moment. Sometimes the boss caught the local street children, fed them and taught them to steal correctly. And most of the foundlings stayed with them under their protection.

To make a long story short, Red Hood is not the typical crime lord that some of them had to deal with before. Which is a blessing. Thanks Lord for the health insurance. But still the crime lord. Which means he's still scary, and sometimes deadly.

Anyway, when the boss brought in a guy who looked more civilian than any civilian in the whole Gotham and said he was going to be their intern, they thought it was a joke at first. Despite the fact that Hood was not in the habit of joking while working.

The teenager was too well-mannered and sweet to come from Crime Alley. Phil thought the guy was gonna run when he saw the first murder, Jessica didn’t think the domestic boy wouldn’t chicken out at the sight of a fight. But arguing with a boss’s orders in their profession is like asking for a bullet in the head, so these conversations were taking place outside of their boss's sight. God, how can they teach him anything? What do you take from a boy who’s only good to do the coffee run? Fenton will fall if they’ll give him something heavier than 10 pounds. And then boss will yell at them because he treats the new guy like a princess on a pea. Well, at least that’s what they thought until the boss decided to give the new guy his own assignments:

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Red Hood: So, what have you learned during your internship, my young Padawan? Danny: Well, it looks like I’m gonna suck at being a criminal mastermind. I think I may have to find myself some other profession. Red Hood: Come on, you just need a little more practice. Danny: Thank you but I don’t think that’s fit my obsession that good. Don't misunderstand me, I wanna be like most ghosts. But I was wrong to go to hit that goal only base on human stereotypes about my nature. Red Hood: What a pity. The newbies just learned not to flinch when you walk in. But, to be honest, I'm not gonna miss the adrenaline-boosting roller coaster of you at work. Danny: Oh, and I guess to hold on to the concept of humanity was really stupid too. I clearly no longer fit in and I’m finally ready to accept that. So, hopefully, if you get into trouble, you can rely on my ghostliness and call for help. I am the spirit of many talents and of my word. I can haunt your enemies or walk through the walls of Arkham Asylum. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Red Hood: I’ll bear that in mind.

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc au #dpxdc memes #dpxdc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead on main #dead on main ship #alcohol

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raygirlramblings · 7 months

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Did what they did with Jade and Pey'j in Captain Laserhawk bother you, too?

SPOILERS AND RAGE BELOW

I AM SO ANGRY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Beyond Good and Evil fans got SHAFTED BAD. THEY GOT DONE SO BAD AND IM LIVID.

All these muppets going ‘lol the Rayman fandom must be so upset about Laserhawk’ and NO.

NO WE ARE THRIVING WE ARE SO CRAZED AND STARVED AND WE ARE ON CLOUD NINE THAT OUR BOY GOT ALL THIS SCREENTIME

In the first trailer for Laserhawk Rayman was an EASTER EGG. We didn’t even know if he’d have a role with speaking lines until the second trailer. AND WE WERE OK WITH THAT! If baby bean was just a background element to expand the world we would have been happy for the crumbs. But no! Our boy got a full speaking role with a CHARACTER ARC IN A SIX EPISODE SHOW. He got BACKSTORY and RELEVANCE TO THE PLOT. And he DIDN’T GET KILLED OFF.

All that for a character we were expecting to get NOTHING from.

But JADE?!

PEY’J???

They were front and centre from the first trailer. They were established as being as central as Dolph and Bullfrog and WHAT DID IT GET THEM.

Jade gets taken out in ep 2 of 6, and Pey’j goes down the next episode.

At LEAST Pey’j went down being exactly what I expected him to be. A kind protector trying to make the world better. Trying to stop conflict. Trying not to take his pain and suffering from the loss of a girl he loved deeply out on an unfair world. He died a noble if pointless death and from Bullfrog’s expression alone we can see how much it hurt.

JADE GOT NOTHING. Jade died when we barely knew her. We needed more of her. We wanted to see her shine, see more of this wonderful awkward tomboy with a gentle heart. We needed to see how she interacted with others. She DESERVED BETTER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET ANY FINAL WORDS.

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE ‘I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU’ SCENE OR I WILL SNAP AND PUNCH SOMETHING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

In a show where I watched my favourite childhood character swearing, wielding guns and doing sushi and blow off a hookers back THIS JADE AND PEY’J SCENE IS WHAT MADE ME CRINGE.

I am willing to forgive so much from this show. So much of it was a wonderful, ridiculous, beautifully animated rollercoaster.

But implying any kind of romantic sentiment between these two characters only to kill one of them off in the same episode was so damn weird. It was wrong on so many levels. There was NOTHING WRONG with their older mentor/young ward relationship. It could have been great. I don’t understand why they did this. It didn’t add pressure or gravitas to the situation, we KNOW Pey’j would do anything for Jade, HE DOESN’T HAVE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON HER FOR THAT TO BE REAL.

And seeing Jade and Pey’j in Dolph’s VR dream sequence just felt so hollow. We needed at least an episode to establish any kind of team energy from these four, but we didn’t so seeing Jade give Dolph a pep talk about relaxing more came off as flakey and not good enough for a character who deserved better. They didn’t even establish what Jade and Pey’j were supposed to bring to the team. Pey’j is just ‘the tech guy’ in the same episode he dies. Jade has to play a femme fatale against her type but we don’t even get to see her being her best. To quote Rayman ‘IT’S NOT FAIR’.

Oh boy.

I feel a little better getting that anger out. I’m just sad. I’m sad we lost them. They deserved better.

#captain laserhawk #Raygirl’s ramblings #long post #rant

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hard-core-super-star · 10 months

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i think i love you still [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: you've spent four years trying to understand the complicated mess of thoughts that make up kate bishop. after dealing with the pain of her absence, and the more significant pain of her return, you finally get it right.

warnings: none; light angst with happy ending; childhood best friends to idiots in love who are too stubborn to admit it; my writing style changing ever other paragraph

wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: this very loosely follows the events of hawkeye up until the day before the christmas party. it's also heavily inspired by babyblue by xana. you don't have to listen to it for the fic but it's an incredible song and i can't recommend it enough. enjoy! <3

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People say absence makes the heart grow fonder but you call absolute bullshit on that.

Although to be fair, the problem isn’t the saying. The problem is Kate Bishop.

You’re definitely not the first person to think that, and you certainly won’t be the last considering the kind of person Kate is, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be upset about it. Especially considering the years that have passed.

You’ve always given her the benefit of the doubt, not because you think she deserves it but because you would have driven yourself crazy from the amount of unanswered questions Kate left behind. Or more specifically, from the fact that she left you behind with no explanation.

Kate deciding to leave you and Bishop Security behind to go to university outside of the city wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was her refusing to tell you about her decision until the day she had to leave, making sure to tell you how unambitious she thought you were for taking the job her mom offered you as her secretary.

You still didn’t know what hurt more, her disappearing from your life or the insults she hurled your way before she left. Kate Bishop has many flaws and being an overachiever is definitely near the top of the list. Hence the amount of effort she put into shoving you out of her life.

It should have made working with her mom incredibly uncomfortable but Eleanor seemed to understand your pain better than you could have imagined. Being left behind by the young archer wasn’t an experience that was unique to just you and yet it didn’t make you miss her any less. You're usually good at ignoring the pain her absence left inside you but tonight is different. You look around the bustling party, the smallest of frowns on your face.

This was definitely the worst part of your job. You didn’t mind the long meetings, the stacks of reports you had to look through every day or even the miscellaneous tasks that Eleanor assigns you because you’re the only one who won’t complain about having to bring her another cup of coffee every few hours.

All of that was nothing compared to having to go to stupid galas with even stupider people. You’ll never understand why your boss insists on you accompanying her to every Bishop Security gala considering the lack of something to do. You have a sneaking suspicion it’s her way of trying to get you to interact with more people to hopefully find a way to get over Kate but you’ve never questioned her about it.

You catch sight of your boss while scanning the room for something to take your mind off a certain purple archer and she calls you over to her. You force a smile onto your face as you approach her. “Is everything okay?”

“You don’t have to sound so formal, y/n,” Eleanor says with a small smile. “We’re out of the office.”

“Right. My question still stands though.”

She affectionately rolls her eyes at your insistence. “Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted you to hear the news from me. Kate is home for the holidays…and she’s coming tonight.”

You force yourself not to react even though your first instinct is to run as far away as possible from the party. You try to be calm but your voice comes out a tad harsher than intended. “And I’m supposed to be interested in that information because?”

“Because she’s been looking your way since I called you over.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise and even though you really shouldn't do it, you lift your head up and scan the room for Kate Bishop. You don’t have to search for long. Even with the years gone by, your eyes are immediately drawn to her tall, suit-clad frame. She meets your eyes from across the room and you swear everyone else disappears until only the two of you remain. You notice the clench in her jaw even from this distance and you hate yourself for finding it extremely attractive.

Some things never change.

“You should go talk to her.”

You tear your gaze away from Kate to stare incredulously at Eleanor for even suggesting that. “I’d rather get fired than spend five minutes with her.”

“Then you’re lucky we’re not at work,” she says with a playful glare. “Come on, y/n, how long has it been since you’ve seen her?”

She already knows the answer. She was the one you called to pick you up from Grand Central Station after Kate left you behind to chase after…whatever it is she was hoping to find out there. You’re not sure if you’re hoping she found it or not.

“That doesn’t matter. She’s visited New York how many times since she started college?” You let the question hang in the air for a few seconds to avoid sounding as bitter as you feel. “And how many times did she come to see me?”

The older Bishop woman raises her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I get it. I won’t push. Just think about it?”

She walks away from you with a small smile, probably going off to find Jack to tell him all about yet another failed attempt at getting you and Kate back on speaking terms again.

When you turn back, Kate’s gone and you do your best to ignore the ache her absence leaves inside you.

You decide to go back to your apartment a few minutes later which means you successfully miss the drama that unfolds. What you don’t miss is the news report recounting the events or the text from Eleanor telling you you don’t have to go to the office for the next few days. You find it strange but you’re not about to say no to some much-needed time off.

That does mean you miss Kate’s surprising return to Bishop Security which leaves you completely unprepared when she shows up at your door with a ridiculous request and an even more ridiculous outfit.

“I need you to take care of my dog for a few hours.”

That’s the first thing she says when you open your door. No greeting. No apology. No explanation as to why she has the audacity to ask you for a favor after avoiding you like the plague for almost four full years.

Unfortunately for you, your anger is momentarily forgotten at the sight of the adorable golden retriever standing happily at the brunette’s side. “Since when do you have a dog?”

“Since last night,” she replies with a shrug. “I saw him outside of the party yesterday and my heart wouldn’t let me leave him behind.”

You have no doubt that she was trying to be cute with that reply but all it does is make you remember all the reasons why you should slam the door in her face. She seems to read your mind just from the shift in your facial expressions because she ‘accidentally’ lets go of the dog’s leash and lets him run straight into your apartment.

“Listen, I can explain, and I will, just not right now. But I promise you it’s important.”

Of course.

You were kidding yourself if you thought Kate had actually changed. It’s always been this way with her. There’s always something to chase that’s infinitely more important than you. So important, in fact, that she can’t even stop for five seconds to explain what the hell is going on.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Kate.” There’s a flash of something in her eyes, maybe it’s regret or maybe it’s disappointment, but it’s gone just as fast as it came. She opens her mouth to say something but you interrupt her before she can dig herself into a deeper hole. Yet another habit that you’re sure she hasn’t learned to break. “It’s fine, just go.”

She hesitates for a second before giving you a small nod and walking away. You watch her go just like all the other times before. Except this time there’s an excitable dog waiting inside your apartment. You try not to think about how badly you wish the furry companion by your side was Kate instead as you go about your day.

To no one’s surprise, you don’t hear from the archer for the rest of the day. You would be disappointed if you weren’t so used to it. At least this time, Kate’s broken promises only result in you having to take care of the golden retriever, who you’ve affectionately started calling Lucky, and nothing else…or so you think.

It’s not until late morning the next day that your door receives another urgent knock. Lucky immediately reacts, jumping down from the couch and running over to the door, his tail wagging rapidly as if he can tell his new owner is waiting on the other side. You chuckle despite yourself before following after him. “I don’t think you’re getting this dog back, Kate.”

The smile on your face disappears once you take in her appearance. Her face is littered with small cuts and you can see the outline of a bruise forming on the side of her jaw. Your eyebrows furrow the longer you look at her but the answer is given to you by the purple costume she’s wearing. Even without a bow in her hand, it’s obvious what her outfit represents and you can literally feel your heart sink into the depths of your stomach.

“y/n-”

“No. Save it.” There’s a mix of concern and frustration in your tone but you don’t have nearly enough time to figure out which feeling is stronger. “Just take your dog and go.”

“I can’t,” she says, tinges of desperation painting her voice. “I owe you an explanation.”

You scoff. “Oh, you owe me much more than that. You have no idea what the last four years have been like for me.”

The brunette takes a step forward, clearly asking a silent question. “Then tell me what I’m missing. Help me make it right.”

“I’m not a stupid Avengers mission, Kate!” You hate the way your voice breaks under the weight of your repressed emotions. “If you're looking for someone to save, you're in the wrong place. I don't need you. Not anymore.”

You're ready for that to be the end of the conversation and you reach out to grab hold of Lucky’s leash. You're about to hand the leash over to Kate when her next words stop you in your tracks.

“What if I need you?”

You stare at her with wide eyes almost not believing what you've just heard. Four years of silence and absence. That's what it took to hear those words you've desperately longed for.

But it's not enough.

“You're a little too late.”

She wants to fight back against your words. You know her well enough to recognize that spark of determination in her eyes. Despite what you've just said, a part of you hopes that's what she's going to do. That this time she’ll fight for you.

Instead, all you get is a mumbled apology as she snatches Lucky’s leash and walks away again. You shouldn't have expected anything different…but you did. You expected whatever mess she seems to be in to be more than enough motivation to fix what happened between the two of you.

Kate Bishop is many things but predictable isn’t one of them.

The next few days go by far too slowly for your liking. Eleanor denies your request to go back to work (multiple times) and without a place to travel to for the holidays, you’re stuck in the one place you’d rather not be. You don’t think there’s a single corner of New York that won’t remind you of the one person you don’t want to spend any more time thinking about.

It’s not until the day before the Christmas party, a party you helped arrange even though it’s definitely not a part of your job description, that you run into the purple archer once again. Or more specifically, she runs into you.

You’re on your way out of your apartment despite the heavy rain that falls outside. You open your door expecting to be met with an empty hall only to find a soaking-wet Kate Bishop standing on your doorstep, looking like the world’s largest golden retriever. You do your best to ignore the way your heart skips a beat just from the mere sight of her. It takes a few seconds for you to get over your shock but you manage to find your voice. “Kate? What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m the last person you want to see right now.”

You briefly consider slamming the door shut in her face but decide against it. For the moment. “That didn’t answer the question, Bishop.”

“I just…” She sighs. “I had to see you again.”

“So you decided to walk here in the pouring rain?” You’re stuck between wanting to call her an idiot and wanting to admit how cute she looks. Yeah, you’re still a sucker for her puppy dog eyes.

“I know I don’t deserve another chance after everything I’ve done but please. I can’t keep this inside any longer. I need to talk to you.”

A long moment of silence goes by before you make up your mind. You might be signing yourself up for more disappointment but you have too many unanswered questions to let her walk away again.

“Come in before you catch a cold,” you say as you open the door wider for her.

She wastes no time in complying and you’re almost certain the shakiness of her hands has less to do with the rain and more to do with her nerves. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart before shutting the door and following after her.

She stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room, her eyes scanning every picture frame and random poster that adorns your walls. You can tell the realization she comes to by the subtle slouch of her shoulders. There’s not a single thing in your living room that carries the memory of her. No pictures, no posters, no trace of the role she played in your life at some point.

“Let me get you a towel or something.” You start to walk away but a hand on your wrist stops you. You let her turn you around, not putting up any sort of fight as she pulls you in closer to her.

You wait for her to say something but all she does is stare into your y/e/c eyes, her grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. You can practically see every thought that flickers through her mind and you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the day deciphering the walking contradiction of feelings that make up who she is.

“y/n…” Her voice trails off as her blue eyes travel down your face. You’ve never seen that look before but you’re almost certain you know what it means. And it makes your head spin. “I shouldn’t have walked away. Not the first time, not the last time. But I…I’m so afraid of hurting you. Again. I thought dealing with my feelings would be easier if I was away from you but I was wrong. All it did was make you a stranger and you have no idea how much I regret that. How badly I want to make things right between us because I…I love you. I always have. And I can't go another second without you knowing that.”

You’re stuck between who you’ve been and who you want to be.

You’ve spent the better part of four years cursing Kate for leaving you, regretting the love you couldn’t help but foster for her, wishing she had never stepped foot into your life. But now…with her standing in front of you, looking at you with sincere eyes strong enough to make any other girl weak in the knees, you accept the truth you’ve been pushing away for so long.

You don’t blame Kate for leaving. You don’t regret the years you spent by her side. You don’t wish you never met her. You don’t hate her.

You love her.

It’s been that way since the day you met her and no amount of stupid mistakes or misunderstandings can ever change that. Hell, not even both of your stubborn personalities could change it.

“Say something,” she whispers. “Please.”

She leans in toward you. It’s a small move but you pick up on it immediately. Your breath catches in your throat before you do the only thing you can think of.

You close your eyes and take a leap, trusting Kate to catch you.

And she does. For the first time, you embrace the uncertainty that makes up your strained relationship and she doesn’t leave you hanging. She meets you halfway and the feeling of her lips against yours holds a promise you know she’ll fight tooth and nail to keep. She's not leaving.

This time, and every time from here on out, she's staying. And that's all that matters.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x you #kate bishop fic #kate bishop #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #mcu #wlw fic #wlw #writing

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Unrequited love?

Request: Could you possibly do one about unrequited love (or so they think) and the reader just spirals and starts getting in trouble and doing things like getting drunk and doing drugs, etc. I really want something that hits me in the feels, but has a happy ending. Requested by: @lelenikki

I hope I did it justice <3

Steve has been friends with you since childhood. The two of you were inseparable but the older you got the more complicated your relationship became.

Lately you’ve been having a really hard time hiding your true feelings for Steve and after thinking about what you should do about it you decide that it was probably best to just rip the Band-Aid off and tell him how you truly feel. Okay. You got this, what’s the worst that can happen? He says no, it ruins our friendship, he laughs...Okay maybe we shouldn’t say anything... The more you got in your head the more anxious you became. You take a deep breath before leaving to meet him at Family video, his shift should be over soon.

As you pull up to Family video you see Steve at the counter with his back towards the door as he talks to Robin. You walk in as softly as you can so you don’t pull his attention away from her. You start to walk towards the counter to return the movies you had rented earlier when you overhear him talking “I don’t know Rob, I think I’m in love her. Maybe that’s why none of these dates have been a success.” Your heart breaks. You’ve known Steve your whole life and he has only loved one person, Nancy Wheeler, and you know you can never live up to someone as amazing as Nancy. You decide that the late fee isn’t as bad as facing Steve right now so you turn around and rush back to your car. Robin looks over hearing the bell ring and she sees your figure leaving quickly, deep in her gut she knows you just overheard Steve and she’s ready to kill him for it. She shakes her head at him “You’re an idiot you dingus” and she walks to the breakroom to try and call you.

Since you were still driving home she got your messaging machine making her sigh before leaving a message asking if she can come over after work to hang out and she promises to bring your favorite take out. But instead of heading home you started to head to the trailer park to talk to Eddie.

Eddie started to become one of your closet friends and he was the only person you’ve told about your feelings towards Steve. You know he’s going to be upset seeing you devasted but you couldn’t be alone right now. You pull up and quickly get out, you start to knock on the door as you hear him yell for you to come in. He’s excited to see you until he sees the tears falling down your cheeks. “Sweetheart? What the hell happened” He rushes over to you and pulls you to his chest. You mumble against him and all he hears is Steve’s name but that’s all he needs to hear.

He slowly pulls away and he wipes your face free of the tears, “Steve’s an idiot for not seeing how amazing you are. You deserve better.” You nod softly before asking if you can spend the night with him. He smiles “Of course, but I do have a party I need to go sell at, why don’t you come with and enjoy yourself. I won’t be drinking or anything so you can let loose.” You agree but honestly if you knew how the night would turn out you wish you hadn’t.

It’s around nine o’clock when the party is really in full motion. You try to stick by Eddie’s side for the majority of the night but he didn’t want you involved with the sales so he would leave for about twenty minutes every other hour to take care of business. During one of the times you were left alone you went to go get yourself another drink. Walking to the kitchen you are trying to slip in between people to get to the drinks but it’s so crowded you keep getting pumped into. “Watch it” Some guy seethes as you almost knock his drink over. You mumble an apology as you finally get your own drink.

As you wait for Eddie to come back you realize you really need to pee. Being already a bit drunk you don’t even think about bringing your drink with you and you just sit it down before leaving to go to the bathroom. Eddie finishes up and he goes to meet you again but as he walks up to your spot he sees someone putting something in a cup. He assumes it’s empty and doesn’t do anything as he starts looking around for you. What he doesn’t know is that was your cup. And the person who put something in it was the guy you pumped into earlier.

You come back from the bathroom and you see Eddie back from the deal. You smile and walk up to him with a sway in your step. Eddie looks at you amused seeing that you are definitely at least tipsy already, when you get to him he places his hands on your shoulders to steady you “Okay sweetheart I think we need to take you home” You nod before grabbing your cup from the table “After this drink Ed’s” you mumble. You drink it quickly before Eddie can say anything and you throw the cup down before wrapping your arms around him “Okay...let’s go” He chuckles and helps you to the van.

He can tell something is wrong by just the way you’re sitting in the van. Your head keeps falling forward which isn’t a sign of you just being drunk and he starts to freak out. As he drives he is trying to get you to keep talking to him but he can tell by how your words slur more and more you’re getting worse. He rushes home and once he gets there he sees that Wayne is already there which makes him sigh in relief. He picks you up and carries you to the trailer before yelling out for Wayne’s help. As soon as Wayne walks in to the living room he can tell something is wrong, “Boy what happened?” Eddie explains what you guys were doing and Wayne loses color in his face, “We need to get her to a hospital”

Eddie and Wayne rushes you to the hospital and explains what is happening to the staff. They hurry you to a room and start to pump your stomach but they won’t let the Munson men follow, which leads to them pacing around the waiting room. The hospital went ahead and called your emergency contact, which happens to be Steve, making him rush to the hospital in a panic.

When he arrives he is greeted by Wayne trying to calm him down but as he sees Eddie all he can see is red. “How could you not watch her! She could be seriously in trouble and you were bust doing what? Selling drugs like the deadbeat you are?! God you were probably the one to do this to her” Eddie whimpers making Wayne clench his jaw “Harrington I know you’re worried but don’t you dare every say that shit again! Eddie took care of her, he made sure she got help, where were you at? If you’re so concerned for her why weren’t you there?” Steve is taken back and he goes to make an excuse but Wayne just puts his hand up and walks away.

Steve walks over to sit next to Eddie and he clenches his jaw trying to apologize “I didn’t mean anything I said. I know you care about her, I’m just freaked out” Eddie scoffs “How do you think I feel? I should’ve been watching closer” Steve goes to reassure Eddie that it really isn’t his fault but the doctor walks over before he can. Eddie stands up quickly “How is she?”

“She’s going to be okay. You brought her in just in time son, we got everything out of her system but it seems like her drink was spiked heavily at that party. If you know who did it I recommend calling the sheriff about it, that’s an extreme offense.” Eddie nods softly already planning on talking to Hopper as soon as you get out of here. The doctor tells them that they can go see you which makes both boys rush to your room.

You are just waking up as you see Eddie and Steve come into your room. You smile at Eddie but scoff at Steve, really not wanting to see him. Steve is taken back at your reaction towards seeing him but he tries to brush it off. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” Eddie asks softly. You shrug “I’m okay for the situation” he nods before pushing your hair back “I am so sorry sweetheart. I should have been there, I should-” you cut him off quickly “Ed’s it isn’t your fault at all. Don’t even try to blame yourself” He nods before looking back at Steve seeing him tearing up at the sight of you with iv’s in you and you being connected to machines. Eddie leans in and whispers to you “I think I’m going to tell Wayne how you’re doing. Go easy on him okay?” You scoff before nodding, which makes Eddie smile before he leans down and kisses your forehead.

Steve clenches his jaw and jealousy fills him as Eddie lips connect to your skin.

As Eddie leaves Steve walks closer to your hospital bed and he goes to hold your hand but as he touches your skin you jerk back as if his touch burns you. “There is something I need to tell you” Steve says as he pulls away from you. You grow nervous as you expect him to tell you that he is getting back with Nancy. You nod showing him that he can continue and he clears his throat trying to find the words.

“When I got that call...I thought I was going to lose you. And that made me realize I need to tell you the truth.” You grow even more nervous trying to figure out what he was going to say. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “You’re my best friend. But I don’t want to be friends anymore.” You whimper and tears fill your eye immediately, he see’s this and starts to freak out “No! Not like that, just...just let me finish.” You nod and he continues, “I want...god this is hard. I want to be more... I want to take you out, I want to hold you and kiss you, I want to spoil you and show you how much I love you” You gasps hearing this confession. “Are...Are you asking me out Stevie?” He nods softly as he stares anywhere but at you. “Steve. I would love to go out, but...but what about Nancy?” Steve looks at you confused “Nancy? What about her?” You scoff thinking that he’s such an idiot.

“I overheard you talk to Robin about how you’re in love with Nancy earlier today.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking about her” You eyes widen, “Y-You weren’t” He laughs and shakes his head “No, I was talking about you! I’ve have had feelings for you since junior year” Your cheeks redden as you start to feel embarrassed “oh...” you mutter making him laugh. “So? Can I take you out after you’re released and start to feel better?” You smile, “I can’t wait”

I really hope you liked it! Thank you for the request, if you did like it please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging! It all means the world to me <3

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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Oh my goodness, I'm so happy that you got so many followers so fast! You certainly deserve it! I was wondering if I could please request a cg Clint Barton and little Kate Bishop drabble with the prompt “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write it!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ not ever ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| Kate bishop x Clint Barton

a/n: awe thank you so much sweetness!! it’s been so nice to hear everyone’s nice feedback on my writing ♡

warnings: pet names, hurt/comfort, mentions of kate having a bad childhood, mention of a fight with bad guys/minor injuries

“I’m sorry.” Kates voice is small when she speaks, eyes ducked away from Clint, her hands fiddling in her lap nervously. The words confuse Barton, they’ve been peacefully watching a movie, there’s no reason for Kate to be apologizing.

“Why are you apologizing?” He tightens the arm he’s had draped over Kates shoulder since they sat down, the girl looks more upset after the action.

“C-Cause, I didn’t make the shot on- on the bad guy and-.” Clint shushes her quickly, hating how his littles face has become soaked in tears so quickly, the slice still deep on her lip making him feel worse.

“You don’t have to apologize honey, it was a hard fight and you did amazing. We got the bad guy, that’s what matters.” Kates hands bawl into fists as she wipes at her eyes, shaking her head with choked sniffles.

“I- I don’t deserve it.” Confusion rises in Clint, he carefully takes Kates hands away from her face and cups her cheeks, wiping the tears off her pale skin. Her eyes are blown big and doe like, glossy with tears but she takes in deep breaths in time with Clint, keeping the eye contact as though she’d get in trouble if she broke it.

“Don’t deserve what?” He can see how she fights to not hide away in herself, the horrid training her mother put her through to look “picture ready” at all times for events showing through as she bites her lip and keeps looking at Clint. Barton hates what that women has done to his baby, no matter how many times he’s assured her that she can act freely and there are no rules outside being safe, Kate never seems to forget what’s been plaguing her mind since childhood.

“You, being so nice to me. I didn’t- didn’t earn it, I shouldn’t be allowed to watch a movie and- and lay with you.”

His heart all but shatters hearing how Kates voice wobbles and trips over the words, so sure that she must earn her own comfort. Clint has to steel himself to not scoop the girl up and never let the world get to her, instead he speaks with as much reassurance as he can.

“you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” A few stray tears slip down Kates cheek that Clint hastily wipes away, almost crying himself when she throws herself into his chest. Her fingers pull on the loose t-shirt Barton has on, tugging him in closer as her back shakes with small sobs.

“Shhh, Shh, I got you. I’m here now, I’ll always be here.” He speaks into Kates hair and lets his arms weigh heavy around her in a firm grip the way he knows she likes.

“I’ll always take care of you and you never have to earn that, okay?” Kate doesn’t give a verbal response but her quick nod and face nuzzling against Clint is enough for him.

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strongsassysexysloane · 1 year

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What You Deserve - Chapter 3

Sum: You're on the beach, escaping your feelings and Emily Prentiss. Only when she finds you, you let her in rather than pushing her away.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, jealousy, mental abuse, childhood trauma, teasing.... smut (light)

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Make that fifteen minutes and you could see her, she looked beautiful even if she wasn’t at all I beach worthy attire. You almost laughed at her closed in shoes, you’d taken yours off at the start of your walk, but her face wasn’t anything to laugh at.

“You’re so lucky I left my gun in the hotel safe.” She seethed, having time to work back up to rage again as she walked down the beach. Her anger covering the absolute worry she’d been in until you answered.

You didn’t acknowledge her, again reverting to not dealing with anger. An unsub, perp in the field or in the interrogation room, easy, no worries, someone you cared about angry at you? Nope. You watched the waves roll in and subside.

Emily stood there for a second, unsure how to proceed, she didn’t expect you to not fire back. The woman in front of her, she didn’t know how to handle, you usually shot back, bantered with her but now you were quiet. A shell of the person she saw earlier. She sank into the sand beside you, taking a moment and removing her shoes. The sounds of the waves settling you both.

You let the silence grow between you, deciding to let her in, more than you’d let anyone. “When I was a kid, we lived close to the water.” Your eyes still on the shore, watching the light disappear below the horizon. “Whenever dad would go off at mum or I, I’d sneak out the back, made a hole in the fence that no one noticed because it was hidden behind big bushes and ran to the ocean. I’d sit on the beach for hours, the waves lulling my emotions, my thoughts, healing the bruises that were invisible. It washed it all away until the next round.”

She stayed silent, her anger washing away with each wave and each word. You never spoke about your past, she knew your employment history and a little of your personal life but nothing like this. She slipped her hand above yours in the sand, squeezing it gently, letting you know she was here with you because you were so far away.

“I was around eight the first time I did that. My mum was so worried, but I kept doing it. After a while she didn’t worry, well I’m sure she did but she saw how upset I was before I left and how calm I was when I returned that I think she knew. When I moved away, I left the ocean behind, my escape, but I kept running away. Running from pain, from anger, not dealing was my way of dealing. Not getting attached, not falling so deep, so –“ You went to wipe away the tear that fell but her hand stopped you, you looked down and noticed hers holding yours and then her other hand came and cupped your cheek. Your eyes meeting hers for the first time on the beach. “I’m –“

“It’s ok.” Getting angry clearly wasn’t the way to approach you right now. “Please don’t run from me. No matter how messy, angry, sad, happy you feel. Please don’t ever run from this.” Her thumb wiped away a stream of tears falling from your cheek. Shifting in the sand so she could rest her forehead against yours. “Promise me.”

That was a big promise, one no one had ever made you promise or you ever wanted to but something about her. You trusted her with your life on a daily basis, but trusting her with your heart? “Em… I can’t, I want to. I really do but I just…”

She sighed, closing her eyes, it was heartbreaking to hear you say but she understood. It wasn’t that long ago she couldn’t promise that to anyone either but then you came along. You’d had her heart for far longer than she’d ever admit to herself. “No promise then, just stay. You don’t even have to promise that. You don’t have to say anything. Just be with me. Here, now, tomorrow and then we’ll figure out the rest.”

The tears kept falling. No one had stood by you like she was promising right now. You hadn’t given anyone the chance to. “Ok.” It was all you could say without choking up.

The moon came out, shining and lighting up the ocean. You lost track of time, just sitting there on the beach, Emily hadn’t said a word since you agreed. Her hand in yours, your shoulders touching, and she was just sitting there with you.

Her phone broke the peace resting over you both. Garcia was calling but Emily sent it to voicemail.

“She’s going to have an aneurism.”

Emily laughed, her heart pounding hearing your humour come back. “I texted her when I saw you on the beach.” She said, as she replied to Garcia’s call with a text. “Although you may have to give her a few hugs when we get back. She was worried, almost more than me.” She bumped her shoulder into yours.

“Almost?” You chuckled but looked up when you didn’t hear Emily laugh. Her face dropped slightly, and your heart sank. “Sorry.”

“We better go back. It’s getting late.” She half shrugged, not wanting to relive the feeling again.

“Em, I –“ You stopped, watching her get up and brush the sand off herself before picking up her shoes.

She reached out her hand and you took it, pulling you up and into her. Neither of you let go once you were grounded, standing nose to nose. “Can I…?”

Your laugh died when you looked into her eyes, she was actually asking, her beautiful eyes letting you see everything she was feeling. You glided your hand up her neck, pulling her in, kissing her, feeling her, it wasn’t like any kiss you’d had before. This one you could feel in every atom of your body, her hand dropped her shoes and gripped your hips, holding you to her. It turned desperate, clinging to one another before you finally broke for air. Her smirk was back as your face flushed and thigh twitched.

Her hand came up and held yours, holding you by her side as you started to walk back along the beach.

. . .

Just as Emily said, you hugged Garcia multiple times before your friend let you go. You joked it off and Garcia let you, Derek just handed you a drink as they finished up at the bar. No one wanting another big night before getting on the jet in the morning.

You let Emily take the shower first, settling into your bed as you flicked through the tv channels. It wasn’t a big day, but a lot had happened, and you were drained. Your eye lids grew heavy and you closed them for just a moment.

Once she finished in the shower, she was fully expecting you to jump in straight after her but instead found you peacefully asleep. She was torn in two between letting you sleep or waking you up to get undressed for bed. You sniffed in your sleep and she couldn’t help but lie down next to you, surprised you didn’t wake at the bed moving under her. You looked adorable resting and she pressed her lips to your cheek, still you didn’t wake. She brought her fingers to your hair and you shifted into her touch which brought a smirk to her lips.

You felt fingers threading through your hair and the feeling brought you out of your sleep, opening your eyes to see Emily smirking down at you. “Hey.” Your voice croaky from a brief nap.

She hummed, bringing her lips to yours. A soft peck, “Hey.” And another, before your hand curled around her neck and pulled her in. She moaned into the kiss, feeling her body press into yours, her thigh sliding between yours. Your moan broke the kiss and she grinned, tracing her lips over your skin, kissing along your jaw. “Want something to eat?” She teased into your ear.

“Em…” Your hands roaming over her hips, up her waist. “I –“

She laughed, causing your hands to stop.

“You meant actual food. Ha ha, funny.” You groaned as she pulled back.

“Room service?” Her nose nudged yours before hopping off you.

She ordered while you hopped in the shower, washing all the heavy emotions from this evening. You shook your head at how upset you got over something so small so quickly. Then went through everything that happened on the beach before the water started to go cold and you switched off the taps.

Em knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Food is here.”

“Be there in a sec.” You answered, drying and getting into your PJ’s.

She didn’t say anything as you put away your old clothes and joined her on her bed with two bowls of apple pie and icecream. “We should –“

“Em, I am sorry for walking away.” Your words were cut short by a spoonful of dessert. “Oh my god. This is incredible.”

“Would you put the food down and finish what you were going to say, Jesus.” She placed her bowl on the bedside table and turned to you.

You laughed, food was always one of your weaknesses, you placed it on your bedside table. “Sorry.” The silence between you lingered before you found the words. “There’s no excuse. I trust you, I – I…” The unspoken filled the room. Her hand found yours and your eyes connected.

“I know, I know.” It didn’t take a profile to figure out you’ve been cheated on before. It wasn’t an excuse, like you said but she understood.

“Redheads.” You murmured and she laughed. “What happened?”

She took a breath and squeezed your hand. “I went up to get drinks, I saw her looking for a bit –“ She saw you shift. “I didn’t say anything earlier because I didn’t want you to get worked up. I didn’t do anything, just ordered our drinks and she came over as you walked into the bathroom. She asked what I was doing in town, I answered for work, she then asked –“

“Em I don’t need a play by play. I left right after she touched –“

“I was being nice, laughed when appropriate, you know. When someone is clearly trying to get something and you don’t want to offend them by rejecting them right from the start. She said something, I don’t even remember, but I do remember turning around once I got our drinks and seeing you weren’t at the table. It had been long enough for you to be back by then and Garcia confirmed my suspicion’s. Nothing happened with her, I don’t even think I got a name. I was calling you and calling you…”

You pulled her in, resting your forehead against hers, “I’m sorry.”

She huffed, “You can stop saying that now. Now I want my dessert.” She pecked your lips with a laugh. “The apple pie, sweetheart.”

The nickname had you flummoxed. Apparently, it had a similar effect on you as well which made Emily laugh as she picked up her bowl. “Shut up.” You scoffed which only made her laugh more.

The bowls were emptied and put aside, you slid down onto the bed and put your arm behind your head making yourself comfy. You could feel her stare but didn’t look up. “Yes?”

“Is this your bed?” She nudged you, resting down on her elbow.

“I can move –“ You started to get up and she laughed, wrapping her arm around your waist, resting her head on your chest to keep you still. The move made you freeze, watching her get comfortable against you.

She could hear your heart rate, “This ok?”

It took a beat but you rested your other arm around her, holding her to you. “Yes.”

This thing between you was still so new even though it felt different. Her by your side was something you had grown use to, the hand holding and kissing you could get use to. The thought of going back home tomorrow had you second guessing how this was going to work-out. How this would be back in DC, how –

“Hey?” She pushed down on the mattress to look up at you. “What’s wrong?”

Your heartbeat had given you away. “Just thinking about tomorrow.”

She sat up, “I honestly don’t know. I will look into things at work, see how this, a relationship between agents works. I’m hoping nothing has to change, if we can file the right paperwork, be professional in the field that we can still be together in and out of the office…”

The fact that she had thought that much about it had you less worried, a smile curved at your lips. You brought the arm that was around her, up to tuck loose hair behind her ear. Tracing your fingers over her cheek, threading it through her hair, pulling her to you. She braced herself with her hand on the bed beside you, her legs shifting so she didn’t fall on you. “You’re so sexy when you talk shop.” You nudged her nose, her smile growing as your lips teased hers. “You think about that all in the shower?”

She hummed, “If you find it sexy when I talk paperwork, what do I do to you when I bust in doors and interroga-“ She laughed as your lips cut her off.

Pulling her onto you, one hand in her hair and the other wrapped around her waist. You moaned as her body pressed into you, her legs straddling your hips. She rocked her hips and you were gone, dropping back into the pillow, her lips followed you, down your neck, biting at your pulse. Doing her best to not leave a visible mark but also wanting to mark you hers.

“What about when I see you kick down a door or break an unsub. The way you control a room without even knowing it. When you strut around the office in a new outfit, that bikini today…” She moaned.

You smirked, running your hands up her waist, drawing her tank top up so you could touch skin. Your thumbs brushing the underside of her boobs had her mewing into your neck. The mention of the bikini had the picture of her soaking wet vivid in your mind.

“Did I say something?”

Her tease had you pulling her back to your mouth. She devoured you as your hand roamed everywhere they only dreamed about, running down to squeeze her ass as she pulled away. “Emily.” You moaned as she looked down at you with such lust.

“Don’t worry, I…”

You hands cupped her boobs and she was lost, you watched her, your fingers pinching her nipples. The thing was you were about to say you shouldn’t. You should wait but seeing her now. Her eyes back on you, full of lust and desire.

“Baby if you don’t stop…” Her hands covering yours, encouraging you to continue.

Your mind and heart were at war again. She leaned down, her hands either side of your head as yours travelled back down to her hips, rocking yours with hers. “I want you.”

And that was it. She was yours.

#emily prentiss x female reader #emilyprentiss #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x reader

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wrenniebaby · 2 years

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i can’t lose you again | steve harrington

steve harrington x henderson! reader (dustin’s half sister)

childhood friends to strangers to lovers

summary : after making your way back to hawkins after turning 18, finally being able to reunite with your mother, brother and steve after being gone for a couple years because you got reunited with your biological father.

warnings : like one curse word, a lot of emotions, angsty, fluff ending.

finnie’s note : this is dedicated to my sweetest wife, @faeology . happy (early) birthday baby, you deserve to have the bestest day, and i hope you like this, as it was made just for you. i love you so much, sunshine.

the drive through the small town of hawkins was quiet, the sun setting casted an orange glow over the empty roads. coming back, felt like being hugged by an old friend, the familiarity of it all bringing a tea to your eyes. you didn’t realize how easy it was to zone out while your thoughts bombarded you until you were pulling into your driveway.

only one person was aware that you were coming back, your mother, claudia. you took a deep breathe as you entered the home, your mom’s perfume being the first smell to greet you. you knew your mom was working, night shift just easiest for her and for dustin. that way she was still the during the day. the house was quiet, a shell of what you remembered. no children running in and out of the house, no television playing, nothing.

walking through the house, you check and see if dustin is anywhere to be found, he isn’t/ you just assume he’s probably spending the night with lucas or mike. so you just make yourself at home, unpacking boxes and showering after the many hour drive here.

as you finally get yourself to relax and drop onto the couch, the door swung open, loud voices from many people filling the previously silent home. a scream left out, the group of friends scaring you with an inch of your life, but with your screams came a couple of other as they didn’t notice you on the couch.

when you realize who’s in your house, you’re almost brought to tears.

“dusty?” you couldn’t believe how much your brother had grown since you left, gaining enough inches to be face to face with you. he immiediately rushes you, giving you a hug, as does the rest of his party. the only person who didn’t rush to give you a hug was, steve harrington, who leaned against a wall farthest from you.

“oh my god, have i been gone that long?” you laugh out, listening as the kids try to catch you up on everything that had happened. (of course, leaving out anything upside down related.) max and eleven sat on the couch, not really knowing what to do, since they’d never met you before.

you planted yourself next to max, which had you receiving a most evil glare, you’d be intimidating with el wasn’t waving at you and giving you a small smile.

you introduce yourself, “i’m dustin’s sister, perhaps you’ve heard of me?” you’re trying to play nice, not wanting to upset or overstimulate the two girls next to you.

“steve talks about you, like a lot, so yeah, we’ve heard of you.” in the couple of years since you moved away, you thought steve would do anything to eep you from his mind, but it causes a pang to your heart, at the thought that he tried to keep your memory alive while you were away.

looking to the wall where steve was standing, you could see hints of blush on his face, but as soon as your eyes met, they dispersed. it was almost like he couldn’t bare to look at you, and the thought of that, alone, was enough to bring you to tears.

you fought the need to be passive aggressive, just simply walking up to him, and dragging him by his arm outside. you weren’t about to put up with his shenanigans, either. you weren’t gonna feel like a stranger in the house, in the neighborhood you grew up in. you closed the door behind the two of you, pulling him to sit on the porch steps with you. this man who could barely meet your eyes, used to be your everything. he was your rock, your best friend, your ride or die, your longest living crush.

it wasn’t like you dropped him as soon as you moved away, it dwindled like any long distance relationship would, multiple phone calls a day turned into a couple a week, turned into one a month turned into guys just stopped calling. it wasn’t on purpose, but you got to the point that stopped wanting to try. he got busy, and you didn’t want to become a bother.

“talk to me, stevie,” the nickname fell from your lips, like you’d never left in the first place. he flinched lightly at the nickname, little to your knowledge, that after you left he stopped letting people call him that, because it always brought him back to you. it was a kind of pain, he truly didn’t know how to deal with it, so he just ignored it.

he sighed, brushing a hen through his hair, it hurt you to see him like this, it was never a sight you thought you’d have to bare. steve, shutting down, being closed off from you, he used to be an open book to you and you’re wondering, just how bad you leaving affected him. you softly let a hand rub over his spine from your spot next to him, he eased into your touch. letting his head fall atop yours, just staying like that for a moment, letting himself relax. it wasn’t often nowadays that, he had time to take a breather. he wouldn’t say it, but he couldn’t be more grateful that you were home again. his home was brought back to him.

“listen,” another sigh left him, it was obvious that this was super hard for him to deal with, for him to revisit. “when you left, that was super hard for me. it was almost like my only safe space disappeared. and then when we stopped talking, not that it’s really either of our faults, i know it just happens. but when we stopped talking, it was like a punch to my gut. and now you’re back, and i’m not sure where we stand.” he leaned up straight now, finally, looking at you.

his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made you want to look to the sky because then at least you wouldn’t have to fell like this wa all your fault, you knew it wasn’t, not really. but the emotions stayed.

they piled in your throat, like a piece of candy that got stuck.

“where do you want to stand?” your words fell from your mouth, before you could really stop or control them.

as soon as the flash of surprise passes over him, it leaves. you’d grown a lot since he’d last seen you. maturing, into a thoughtful, smart and independent woman.

“ you were the first person, i’d ever loved. it was a love that consumed me, it took a lot out of me, and for you to be right here again, it’s taking everything in me, not to kiss you. i want everything to be the way they were, but i don’t think i’m able to ignore these feelings again, pumpkin. so if you’re saying what i think, you’re saying. you better be serious, i can’t handle anymore heartbreak from you.” tears spilled down his face at this point, and you put your hands on his face, thumbs swiping away at the ever growing amount of tears.

“steve, baby, i mean exactly what you think. i never thought, i’d get another chance at us, i'm not taking anything for granted this time, you’ve always been the one for me,” with that being sad, steve wiped away at his own tears, one hand hanging onto your wrist. from where your hand stayed planted on his face.

slowly he moved your hand down, his eyes meeting where he interlaced your fingers with his.

you pressed your lips to his cheek, softly. almost as if you were scared that too much pressure would make his disappear right in front of you, after retreating he pressed his lips to yours. they felt the way you always imagined they would, soft yet firm, like pillows. as your lips met, you heard excitement yelling from inside the house, only for your eyes to meet several pairs blinking back at you.

the kids all ducking beneath the window slamming into the floor, and the couch cushions. a smile made its way on your face, as you nudged steve to look as the dustin leaned up, thinking you would have went back to talking to steve by now, as his brown eyes met yours, a squeal escaped him and you heard something break inside the house from his jock movements.

“it’s always something,” steve joked as he pulled you up using your hand that was still holding his. as soon as you entered the house, the kids cheered as if their longest ship had just been confirmed, dustin’s mouth turning into a wide grin, “since you guys are dating, that means that steve is my brother. which makes me 100% cooler than all you, bitches!”

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #wrennie.fic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff angst #steve harrington x y/n

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winns-stuff · 2 years

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LO RANT:

I didn’t like this chapter. I’m sorry but there’s nothing Hades can say to excuse his behavior, there was no apology or anything it was just him saying “oh my trauma was so bad that I decided to be a fucked up human being just because of that.” I’ve never been so angry in my life because I know there’s gonna be so many people angry and upset at Thanatos and justifying this absolute steaming hot bullshit. I’m so sick of having to sit through Hades getting out on such an untouchable level while his victims are treated like dog shit. Listen, you could sit up here and say “winnie it’s a comic it’s not going to affect anything” but I don’t like how this is looking you guys, a lot of people in this fandom has this weird victim blaming mentality except when it’s someone they like. I don’t like how this comic rewards you for being a hypocrite and blaming people for the way that others treat them just because it’s their faves, too many people in the world do this already. Because it’s their favorite artist or painter or writer or anything they’ll let them do anything to anyone no matter what.

But on a more lighter note I just don’t like how it didn’t feel like a big deal.. Thanatos was finally being listened to by Hades but Hades took up the whole conversation. Once again it’s about his trauma, his backstory, his childhood. He does this shit every fucking chapter I’m so sick and tired of hearing about him.. I’m so completely tired of him always having the spotlight, he does this shit with Persephone too! Like I don’t like how Thanatos has been overlooked, ignored, disrespected, neglected, and mistreated for so long and the one fucking time we have with him finally being heard and he gets the same treatment he’s always been getting. I feel like this could’ve really been his arc, like for once he stood up for himself and expressed his anger at Hades because he deserves to so much. Not only that but I’ll be real with you, I have a feeling that Rachel made Thanatos forgive Hades so easily just to keep Hades in a “good guy” light. I’m sick of that too, I just wish she had him actually do something good guy worthy for once bro, like how hard is it for Hades just to want to do some good things not for himself obviously if it takes all the characters bending over backwards and feeding him more lies about how great he is then he’s not that fucking great.

Also, I just don’t like Daphne. At first in the beginning I thought this was pretty nice (their relationship) and I was really happy for Thanatos because I really thought he’d have someone who would really be there for him. By now looking back I was wrong as hell, Minthe did a better job with their relationship than Daphne did I’m sorry I’m not even being biased but it’s kinda true. I don’t like how Daphne is basically just there to “fix” Thanatos, it’s obvious she doesn’t see him as adequate or even capable enough to do anything and it’s so annoying, like why are the women in this comic (in relationships it seems) there to “fix” the men?? there’s literally nothing wrong with them damn, they just need someone to be there why does that demean them as broken or wrong. I especially hate that Daphne just ignores all of Thanatos’ boundaries and does what she thinks is right for him, that’s so incredibly insensitive on her part. Your boyfriend obviously told you that he doesn’t want to see a certain someone who literally banished him and neglected him half of his childhood and you still let him in?? Who the hell does that shit?

Anyways, the next thing I wanna add is that I just absolutely hate that Hades didn’t even put in any effort. Like are you serious?? Half his life you treated him like a game inventory and you ignored and neglected this CHILD who was abandoned by his mother and your resolution to that was to invite him to one brunch.. Are you fucking serious?? It’s not even a brunch with only him and Thanatos it’s with his brothers too so he won’t even get one on one time with him. Like why is everyone cool with Hades doing that? He’s not even trying to put in effort to show up STILL even after hearing Thanatos out. I’d love for them to at least play golf or something, let Hades ask what Thanatos wants to do, give him a raise, apologize maybe??, bond over fucking gossip I don’t know, let him in on what you want to do with the underworld, do something with him that’s just you and him. Think about it wingnut that’s literally all he’s ever wanted from you, your time and attention. Asshole, like honestly that’s so fucked up I bet that’s the only fucking brunch he’ll be invited to too.

Last thing maybe because this has to be the most pissed I’ve ever been because of a damn chapter in LO yes it’s because Thanatos is involved. My thing is that Hades character flaw, one of many of course, is that he’s infertile and the whole purpose of emphasizing how much his fathers issues affected his life and how much he wants kids it to have one of the climaxes “fixing” his infertility. Me personally, I think the whole thing is pretty fucked up and insensitive, people who are infertile do not need to be fixed they’re regular human beings and they’re fine just the way they are. But my problem is that I hate how he wanted children so badly and when Thanatos was brought into the picture he completely backed off because he felt like it was too difficult, listen I understand the trauma believe me I don’t have the best parents and I worry everyday that if I ever have children I’ll transform into one or even both of them but never will I ever make a child suffer because of that, the child is innocent just like I am and they don’t deserve to be neglected because of my issues. At some point you have to realize that you’re trying so hard not to become your parents that you end up becoming them, you hurt a child and scarred them for life because you were scared and you made that child exactly like you. Listen, I would’ve forgave Hades for this if he didn’t dream about fucking children in his possessed dream or whatever, this is telling us that he still wants to be a father but only to his biological kids. He stopped trying with Thanatos because he was “rude” and “difficult”, newsflash asshole that’s how children are especially when they just got ABANDONED by their own mother and stuck with a stranger to care for them. Like he put no effort into trying to actually do anything fatherly for Thanatos but had the nerve to still want kids of his own, what do you think is going to happen with yours?? It’ll be the same thing. Children are emotional beings they won’t be pleasant all the time and just because they give you a response you don’t like doesn’t mean that it’s okay to just up and stop trying. That’s so stupid, and he doesn’t try and go to therapy for this particular issue or find some advice from people who actually have children he tries nothing he just complains and never tries to make any effort, and Thanatos deserved effort and his future kids deserve them too. You’re supposed to work to not become your parents not just sit there and let your kids experience the worst version of yourself, you know how that feels so why would you do it to someone else?

Anyways, yeah I’ll do the thing later but that’s it’s. I’m just so angry and annoyed it’s unbelievable.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

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misstwisted · 10 months

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My dramatic scene essay analysis of Black Christmas 2006

(CW/TW: Pretty much the entirety of Billy’s tragic backstory is talked about, which has the topics of i*cest/CSA in it. Please read at your own risk, you are very cared about and I don’t want you to ever feel upset. 💗)

Back of somewhere in the end of June, I got back into the slashers fandom. I reunited with my love for Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, etc.

I rewatched old scenes, fell back into slasher tumblr, and felt extreme disappointment watching dead meat’s review of Halloween kills for the first time and reading the wiki for Halloween ends now then knowing my favorite franchise was ruined yet again. Somehow worse than curse and resurrection.

But soon, I got tired and wanted to scout out horror movies I haven’t heard/seen of yet. That’s how I was introduced to Black Christmas, which I’m pretty sure is the original slasher.

I watched dead meats video on the 2006 one because at the time I didn’t have any access to watching the movie, and I watched the scenes in there entirety on YouTube.

I really enjoyed the original one when I watched it on fully YouTube. It was interesting and even made me laugh a bunch.

But when I was watching all the scenes of the remake, one of the scenes stuck out to me. The scene that made me have a attachment to the remake.

The entire scene of Billy taking revenge on his mother and step father.

It spoke to me in a way only few horror scenes did. It stuck out to me over every other scene of black Christmas 1974. That’s not to bash the original, but, it’s the truth.

I wanted to make an essay analysis of the scene because I believe it’s one of the most cathartic and justice inducing scenes in horror. This scene deserves more recognition, and I just hope you all will hear me out about it.

Also, just me giving props to Robert Mann’s performance because I honestly think he did amazing at making me feel emotional.

I apologize if you all find this cringe/dramatic/ overthinking, but it’s just how I feel.

also if I somehow make you feel even more sympathy for 2006 billy that’s all I could truly ask for.

Let’s get started:

The scene starts out in 1991.

Billy was 21 years old at this time. A fully fledged adult who hasn’t been outside in the world for 16 whole years. Most likely never even getting an education.

The 21 year old finds a Christmas present in his room, a telescope given to him by his mother and step father.

He reads the note that’s attached to it, and in it reads the passive aggressive writing of his mother:

“Be good for goodness sake!”

This man has been through hell in back thanks to this woman. She took everything from him.

She took away his childhood. She took away his father, the only person that could’ve protected him from her. She took away his freedom, then took away his innocence. He had nothing but himself alone in the attic for 16 years thanks to her.

Never being able to experience anything. Not love, not friendship, not anything.

Getting that letter was the salt in the wound.

After everything she’s done to him, she still finds any way to kick him like a dying dog.

He slams his hands on the telescope just to take out his boiling anger on something, anything. His anger against the world, his mother, his stepfather. And also most likely has his own anger towards Christmas itself. Probably frustrated and confused on why this all happened to him. What did he do to deserve this?

He watches the next door neighbors quietly at his small window with the telescope. He watches happy families living peacefully together. Gifting things to each other, embracing one another, actions towards one another that aren’t inflicting abuse. A daughter hugging her father right in front of his eyes.

It’s a wonder if his mom did this on purpose. Giving him that specific present just to remind him he could never leave and that he’ll never have a happy moment again like that family was having. He’ll be forced to watch on the sidelines as a happy family celebrate Christmas together in the cold attic with the mean spirited gift his mom gave him. In general, He’ll never have a happy family. The present had to be some stupid inside joke for his mother and step father.

The way Robert Mann’s opens his eyes in this scene and the camera moving closer speaks volumes to me. Billy realizing he can’t live like this anymore. Billy realizing what he needs to do.

His mother meanwhile is downstairs gifting a baby doll to his sister-daughter. Treating her better than she ever did billy.

Then, when he tricks her into leaving, he goes to attack poor Agnes. I can see him having multiple reasons of attacking her. Wanting to take something from his mom the way she took everything from him, wanting to get revenge on Agnes even though she didn’t ask for this either but jealously and pain blinding him, and probably wanting to rid the person that is a reminder of the disgusting thing his mother did to him as a child.

As his mom and stepfather run late to stop him, he rubs salt in THEIR wound by disgustingly eating Agnes’s eye in front of them. Then when his step father attempts to attack him, Billy stabs straight through his eye, getting the revenge he’s saved for years to get on him after he also took away his dad.

And as his mom cries at the consequences of her own actions, Billy lunges at her and chokes her with the Christmas lights. He slowly kills her, giving her all the pain she instilled in him for so many years back.

But it doesn’t stop there. She doesn’t deserve for it to stop there. She doesn’t deserve to at least have a preserved body after everything she has done to him. Did his father get his body preserved by her and his step father? Nope. Why should she?

So, what comes next really wraps the neat little bow on this scene for me.

In the next sequence, Billy drags her limp ass to the kitchen with the Christmas lights like it’s a leash for a dog, quickly grabs a rolling pin, and starts beating the ever loving shit out of his mom’s body.

The way he does it is like he’s been waiting to do this his whole life. And he probably has.

He takes his sweet time too. He clocks her with each hit getting more and more aggressive. The hits hold so much emotion in them. The way billy seemed to be unleashing his trauma with every swing is done so perfectly I seriously have to give Robert Mann a round of applause of it. And the way his facial expression is like focusness mixed with unadulterated rage is perfect to me.

It’s like his boiling anger has flooded over. The way he portrayed billy in this whole scene I almost have no words. It just hits me deep every single time.

Billy then finishes out this, in my opinion, amazing scene by turning his mothers flesh into fucking cookies. What an ending.

Then he eats them alone in silence as the police arrive.

When we find out he got put into a sanitarium, it kinda broke my heart.

I mean, he obviously needs to get help, I understand that, but it made me so sad that this kid who has been locked in an attic for 16 long years had escaped and killed his abusers, only to be thrown back into isolation after.

Broke my heart. And poor Agnes too. That girl never asked for any of this and suffered for her mother’s actions.

So yeah, that scene is great to me. And it deserves more recognition.

As a person who has suffers from abuse, that anger he portrayed makes me tear up a bit. I related hard to wanting to get revenge on the people who have hurt me. Obviously not to that degree but you get my point. I can see how desperately Billy wanted to.

I feel like 2006 billy has more depth than people think.

Personally I think the flashbacks are the best part of the movie. If it was up to me I would’ve wanted them to make a backstory movie about billy instead of remaking it but that’s another story.

Side note about something, why the FUCK did Melissa ask: “Did they ever find out from him why he killed his family?”

Girl did you LISTEN to any of the stories these characters were telling you about him? The part where he was locked up for years, the part where his mom and step dad killed his father, the part where he out of his control had a inbred child?! Or are none of those good enough reasons to kill his “family”? 💀

Anyways, Thank you all for reading!

Also Robert Mann please act in more movies!

Oh and for the people who wanted to be tagged :)

@kiki-dohedo

@downtowncannibal

thank you all for the support on the Black Christmas post!!!

#black christmas movie #black christmas 2006 #black xmas 2006 #slashers fandom #slasher fandom #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz 2006 #billy lenz

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 year

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I Find Comfort in You- S.Wilson

Summary: Sam is away on a 2 month long mission where he can’t contact anyone, Y/N struggles without him and he struggles without her. Everything falls into place once they reunite.

Pairings: Sam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, mentions of Hydra, female!reader, Bucky is a mean grump, Sam being a sweetie, Y/N was a brainwashed assassin, nightmares/night terrors, making out, gets a little steamy at the end (if I missed any please let me know)

Author’s note: This is my first Sam fic, he deserves a lot more love. This is also the longest fic I have ever written. If you notice any mistakes please feel free to point them out, I edit my own fics, so there is a chance for mistakes or little plot holes here and there. If you have any suggestions feel free to leave them, my asks are open for any suggestions on my writing or any questions you may have.

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The Avengers were a semi-normal group of people. Some were super soldiers, some were gods, some were experimented on, some were veterans, one turned into a green giant when angered, one was a guy who made himself a suit of iron, one was a robot, but one thing they all had in common was trauma, some more than others. Each of them had their fair share, whether it was from childhood, from the war, from being captured or from a mission gone wrong. There were quite a few people on the team that struggled with nightmares but they had a healthy means of coping with them. But there were also a few people on the team that still struggled with finding a healthy coping mechanism.

They were encouraged to talk to the rest of the team but they didn’t want to burden others with their problems. One of those people being Y/N, she was the one that had the hardest time trying to find a healthy coping mechanism. She usually would talk to Sam who was always willing to lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on, but he had left for a solo mission 2 months ago. She was always happy with him around, no matter how upset she was previously. Since Sam had left, she was struggling and sinking deeper into herself than she ever was. Steve was pushing her and Bucky into talking but neither of them relented.

The group all assumed that she was a little more reserved than usual because she was quickly approaching a year of freedom. Although she was free, she didn’t feel free, the longer that Sam was gone, the less she felt free. Hydra still had her in a chokehold, her nightmares flooding back, her brainwashed memories haunting her every single day.

Steve pushed Bucky to talk to her, telling him that Sam wasn’t here so she had nobody to talk to, nobody that she felt comfortable enough to share what was on her mind constantly. “Look Steve, I get that you’re trying to look out for her but she doesn’t know me and I don’t know her. She knows the Winter Soldier, that is all she will ever know,” Bucky snapped at Steve before leaving the gym. She passed by Bucky as she entered the gym, he slammed his vibranium shoulder into her. She glared at the back of his head before finding her way by Steve. She found his presence comforting but she couldn’t get herself to talk to him.

“You can talk to me, you know? I know I’m not Sam but it’s better if you talk to somebody. You’re quieter than usual.” Steve offered her.

“I’m fine but thank you anyway.” She replied with a smile, of course it was a fake smile but it seemed to relax the blond slightly. With that Steve walked away reluctantly. He knew that she wasn’t fine but he wasn’t going to force anything out of her.

She decided to just run on the treadmill for an hour before making her way to her bedroom. Once she walked in she was immediately overwhelmed. Her room was a disaster, all of the books that were on her bookshelf were scattered all over the room, her bed was unmade, she had dirty clothes all over the floor, her clean clothes piled on a chair in the corner of her room and the only mirror in her bedroom smashed to a million pieces. Instead of staying in her room, she grabbed something to keep her busy and made her way to Sam’s room. He always had his room organized and neat. It was a lot calmer than her room to say the least.

She had hesitated slightly before going in but remembered that Sam was more than okay with her being in his room. She entered the room, immediately getting enveloped with Sam’s comforting scent, and made her way to his bed. She lifted the blanket and got under the covers, snuggling into his warm, soft blankets. She had put on the show New Girl as background noise and pulled out the blanket she was crocheting, she needed to keep her hands busy and her mind stimulated. Crocheting was the one thing that she could do for hours with not a single thought in mind. Eventually she grew tired and dozed off in the middle of a row, her arms falling limp at her sides, her head lulling back onto the headboard. She made a mental note to tend to her room after a quick nap. The fact that Sam was set to return that day completely slipping her mind.

As she peacefully slept in his bed, Sam was finally returning from his 2 month long undercover mission. He couldn’t contact anyone on the team, only Fury, meaning he hadn’t been able to talk to Y/N in 2 months. He was worried about her and that worry only grew when he saw only Steve and Bucky on the roof to greet him. Bucky simply patted Sam on the back and then walked away, leaving just him and Steve.

“Where’s Y/N? Is she doing okay?” Sam asked, he had grown used to seeing her whenever he would return from missions so he was nervous when he hadn’t seen her.

“She hasn’t been doing well since you left,” Steve replied.

“Do you know where she is?”

“I saw her go into her room after working out.” With that, Sam walked off towards her bedroom, thinking that she might be there. Not only was he met with an empty room but a disaster splayed out in front of him. That’s when his worry spiked to an all time high, the last time she did this was when she first got to the compound. “Friday, where’s Y/N?” Sam asked the AI.

“She’s in your bedroom.” With his answer, he practically sprinted to his room, throwing open the door only to find her fast asleep in his bed, her latest crocheting project laying on her lap. He let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw her.

He decided to let her sleep and to get himself cleaned up. While he was in the shower, Y/N had woken up with a start, an old Hydra memory plaguing her mind. When she recognized her surroundings, she relaxed back into Sam’s bed. This time she laid herself down so her head was resting on the pillows, her crochet hook and yarn ball clattering against the hardwood as it fell. That’s when she heard the shower running and Sam’s humming. She perked up a bit, sitting up in the bed and anxiously waited for Sam to get out of the shower. 10 minutes had gone by, the shower finally turning off, then the bathroom door opened a minute later revealing a freshly showered Sam in just his boxers.

“Sammy!” He had turned away from his dresser towards her and opened his arms for a hug, knowing she needed one. She scrambled out of bed and ran straight into his open arms. Y/N was genuinely happy for the first time in two months. “I missed you so much, honey.”

“I missed you too, sugar. So much.” Sam was peppering light kisses wherever he could reach. He didn’t stop until he heard her giggling. He gently grabbed her face and made her look in his eyes, “Steve said you weren’t doing well, you wanna talk?” she knew he was concerned so she nodded.

“Can we cuddle while we talk?”

“Of course we can, let me just put on some clothes.”

Sam had quickly gotten dressed, throwing on a random pair of sweatpants and an Airforce t-shirt before getting into bed next to Y/N. The two of them laid on their sides, facing each other. They talked for literal hours, about anything and everything. She told him how her nightmares were worse than before, that she had a hard time sleeping a full night because of her memories of Hydra. She told him that she didn’t feel free anymore, that she felt like Hydra was still breathing down her neck. He had told her that he felt isolated and incredibly lonely on his mission. That he was physically hurting because he couldn’t contact her or anyone else on the team. He told her that his nightmares about Riley had come back, that he had a hard time sleeping on the bed in the safe house and resorted to the floor again.

They both helped each other through some intense emotions, validated each other’s emotions and feelings, laughed at each other’s jokes and then just enjoyed each other’s company. Sam’s large warm hand found its way to rest on her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbone, looking right in her eyes, nothing but admiration and adoration for her.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” She asked with a nervous giggle.

“No, there’s nothing on your face. I was just admiring what was in front of me,” Sam said, “Can I not admire you?” Her face flushed, pushing her face into his chest.

“You are so annoying,” She whined.

“What? You’ve never admired me before?” He teased her. She lifted her head back up to look at his face again, her head slightly tilted.

“I’ve admired your ass,” She teased back. Sam started to hysterically laugh.

“Wow, I was not expecting that to come out of your mouth. Sugar, you dirty girl!”

“What? You have a nice ass! what do you call it again? The round brown?”

“And I’m the annoying one?” They joked and laughed for a bit longer before finally settling down and relaxing once more. “I’m serious though, I wanted to admire you. I missed you and your beautiful self, it was a long two months.”

She let out a hum of agreement, “I find comfort in you,” she admitted, “So please stop me if I’m reading this situation wrong,” she whispered. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. She leaned up, glancing at his lips then back in his eyes. The furrow in Sam’s brow softened, instead of her kissing him, Sam was the one that connected their lips. It was gentle, sleepy and slightly sloppy but neither of them cared. He slowly pulled away causing her to chase his lips. “Why’d you pull away?” She whined.

“I need air, sugar. If you want me to keep kissing you I need to be breathing,” Sam was breathless but he still managed to chuckle. He sat up in the bed, Y/N following him. He pulled her onto his lap, their chests touching, barely any distance between them. She pressed their lips together once again, this time the kiss was much more heated. Teeth clashing, tongues colliding, hands wandering and grabbing whatever they could. The two had their shirts pulled off within minutes, flinging them across the room. As Sam’s hands went for her bra, his door swung open, causing the two to yell out, Sam wrapping a blanket around her to cover her top half.

“Oh God, I am so sorry! I couldn’t find either of you so I came in here. I was not expecting that to happen,” Steve rambled, his face bright red, his hands over his eyes.

“What’s with all the yell-holy shit! Bird brain is getting some!” Tony laughed as he peaked over Steve’s shoulder.

“Oooh, who is it?! Is it that agent that was eyeing him last week?” Natasha’s voice sounded from the hall. Her head soon appeared in the doorway, her face bright red from the hysterical laughter that spilled from her lips. “Y/L/N? I called it months ago!”

“Get out! All of you, get out!” Sam shouted at all of them. “Friday, shut the door and lock it!” The AI did as she was told, the door slamming shut and the lock clicking.

“That was so embarrassing! Why didn’t you lock the door before?” She whined, hiding her face in his shoulder.

“I didn’t think this would happen. The woman of my dreams, half naked in my lap, willingly making out with me? Never expected that one, sugar,” Sam replied, humor laced in his voice.

“The man of my dreams, half naked under me, willingly making out with me? Never expected that one, honey,” She mocked. She slowly trailed kisses from his shoulder, up his neck, across his jaw and back to his lips.

“Now, where were we?” Sam asked against her lips.

“I don’t quite remember, maybe you can jog my memory?” She retorted, planting chaste kisses on his lips between every few words. His hands slid up from her waist to the band of her bra, finally unclasping it and pulling it off.

“It would be my pleasure.”

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x fem!reader #sam wilson x female!reader #sam wilson #the falcon x reader #the falcon #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #soft!Sam #grumpy!bucky #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader

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abey-baby-apologist · 11 months

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clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)

holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got.

OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing.

and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show.

BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT.

ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed.

THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.)

Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu.

but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.

Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.

anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON.

im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10

if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily

that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020

#i fucking love you clone high #clone high finale #clone high episode 9 #clone high episode 10 #long post

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, califonia orion

When I imagined waking up in my childhood bed with the person I consider my soulmate, I never thought my stomach would be full of dread. I never imagined that it wouldn’t be a happy feeling, but instead, my entire being feels the impending heartbreak.

I have Cal’s arms wrapped around me, him snoring quietly into my hair, and I find myself trying not to cry. The rest of the band left late last night, and Emelia went with them, taking whatever random room on the floor they have for the band and crew instead of staying here, although I did offer it to her. I don’t blame her. I’m sure she felt the weight of whatever would happen between me and Calum today and she wanted to steer clear.

I’m sure she has no idea what I’m about to do.

I don’t wake him up and try to relish the feeling of waking up next to him, but when I hear him yawn and stretch behind me, I’m relieved that our fate is bubbling to the surface, about to release. He squeezes me tighter to him once he’s awake, and it makes me feel worse. I never thought that I would wake up in his arms and not be happy about it, and yet, here I am.

“Morning,” he says quietly. I wonder how he’s already aware that I’m awake.

“Morning.”

I wonder if he’s able to tell how defeated I already feel.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks, and I don’t know how he’s so able to act like everything between us is normal.

I want to cry, but I try to hold it together.

“I didn’t really sleep.”

I’m exhausted. I could easily fall asleep right now under normal circumstances, but this morning is already the worst day of my life and nothing has even happened yet.

“Orion,” he starts, trailing off. There he is. Now he feels the weight in the room, the heaviness in my chest. He’s paying attention now, and I’m both relieved and disappointed. Maybe it would have been nice to live in blissful ignorance a few hours longer, but it’s nice that I can get everything off my chest now.

“We have to talk about it. I know it’s gonna suck but I can’t… I can’t keep sitting on it.” My words are brash, fast, and I feel his arms tense around me as I say them.

“I know,” he breathes. His muscles unclench some, but he’s still stiff. He still knows this is about to suck.

“Do you have questions? Or do you want me to just talk?”

Without hesitation, even in his sleepiest state, he’s quick. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to put your life on hold.” I’m quick, too.

He sighs, and I feel like he’s saying that my answer isn’t good enough. That’s how well I know him. I can decode what the different tones of his sighs mean, and I hate it. I hate myself.

I hear him heavy breathing beside me, and I try to give him time to say more, but as his breathing turns into quiet crying, it takes so much willpower not to say anything else.

“That wasn’t your call to make,” Calum finally says.

His words make me want to get mad, but I know I don't have a right to be mad right now, so I swallow it and feel the words dig into my esophagus as they creep into my stomach.

“I know,” I finally say in response. It wasn’t my call. He’s not wrong.

“So you felt like telling me in the middle of tour? Thinking that was the better time?” His tone is clipped now, and I can tell he’s not happy, but I don’t blame him. How does any of this not make someone upset?

“I wanted to wait until November,” I tell him. It’s honest. I wanted to hold onto it until it was over. I didn’t want him to have to deal with me at all. I wanted him to go on tour and have fun and come home and be with me.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Ashton made me.” I hope, in telling him that, he hates his best friend less.

“So I didn’t deserve to know? You just told me because he made you?”

It partially feels like he’s twisting my words, but at the end of the day, he’s right. At least, about the second half. He deserved to know, and I know that, but I didn’t want to tell him now. Deep down, I think if I could, I wouldn’t tell Calum until the day before I die. I don’t want him to live a life knowing that mine is working out the way that it is. In an ideal world, he wouldn’t have to deal with the weight of this.

If he was the one sick, I know just how crippled I’d feel by the knowledge. It would destroy me. Honestly, I think dealing with Calum being sick would hurt far more than it does to know that I am.

“Cal, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“No matter how you phrase it now, Orion — it fucking hurts.”

He’s right and I know he is, but I’d like to think that there’s some universe where I’m right, too.

I’m quiet then, and while I wish I could give words to what I’m thinking, I can’t. I’m just quiet, my mind racing, trying to craft exactly what I should say next.

“I can’t do this to you,” I finally say. I’m crying — sobbing — now, and I feel like I’m gasping for air.

I feel Calum pull back with confusion, and it hurts to know what I mean. He would never predict what I’m going to say. I don’t think anyone could. Even yesterday, I don't think that even I could have predicted that my mind would be where it is right now. I would’ve never imagined feeling how I do, but now that I do, I don’t know how else to deal with everything.

“Calum, I don’t think we should be together.”

As soon as the words escape me, I shrink into myself. I cry. I cry a lot. The sobs shake through me and I can’t stand the way I feel. I can’t stand knowing what I’m doing to him. Calum’s silence isn’t unpredictable. He’s not a rash person. He’s thoughtful, and I imagine that he’s mulling everything I’ve said over and over in his head and trying to figure out how to answer.

“What… what do you mean?” He asks. He gives me a chance to correct, to fix it all, to act like I hadn’t just said what I did. But I did say it. I meant it. I meant it with everything in me, even if it hurts.

“I can’t do this to you.”

He’s silent then, and I guess I take it as a sign to continue, because I do.

“I don’t want you to face the hospital every week and be reminded of how hard things are. I don’t want you to deal with this, with me. I can’t watch you fall apart like this. I just can’t. I can’t watch you watch me die. It’ll kill me faster than anything else ever could.”

“Oh, so you’re just shutting me out completely?” He asks it with a sarcastic flair to his tone, but it doesn’t need to be like that. He’s right. Even if he doesn’t think he is, he’s completely right.

“Yeah, if you want to say it like that, that’s what I’m doing.”

I don’t view it as shutting him out, really. The truth is, I’m sparing him. I’m helping him get through this life less scathed by unfortunate circumstances.

“You can’t just break up with me because you don’t want me to quit the tour.”

I don’t know how we have made it this far into the conversation without so much as looking at each other, but his latest words force me to my feet. I kick off the blankets and hurl my body to my bedside, standing with my feet off the bed on the hardwood floor. I feel like now I have to look at him. He has to see my eyes and see how serious I am.

“I’m breaking up with you to protect you,” I whisper to him, angrily. Even though my tone is malicious, I have tears streaming down my face in thick ribbons, small rivers carving into my cheeks.

Calum sits up then. He’s not crying, but he’s on the verge of it. He looks more annoyed than anything. “What if I don’t let you?” His tone is somehow neutral. He’s calm about it and I hate it. It feels like what I’m saying just doesn’t matter to him.

“That’s not how breakups work!”

“Too bad, Orion. I’m not going to let you push me away when all I want is to spend as much time with you as I can. I’ve already missed my chance to be there for you these past two months and that’s on you. If I don’t get to be there for you now, that’s on me and I can’t do that to you.”

“I don’t want you to be there for me.” I lie. It’s a boldfaced lie.

“You can’t just say that and make it true!” He yells it, undoubtedly waking up anyone who’s in my house if they weren’t already awake. He knows I’m lying and I hate it.

“Calum, I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you anymore.” I have to look away from him, continuing to cry puddles and puddles of tears. “I can’t do this to you.”

Calum is standing now, next to me, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me into him. I feel swallowed by him. I want to fight my way out of the cocoon but I can’t. “Stop, okay? I want to be with you through this. I love you.”

His words cut like a knife into my chest and I start thrashing my limbs, trying to wrestle my way out of his grasp. “Calum, I can’t.” I keep wriggling, needing to get away from him. If I stay in his arms, I know I’ll break down. I won’t be able to break up with him. I won’t be able to save him if I stay in his arms. I have to save him from myself. I can’t let him have to go through with watching me die. I don’t want to break him.

All he does is hold me tighter.

I break down in his arms, sobbing and making horrible sounds of agony. I don’t want him to have to see this, either, but he’s here and he won’t let go. I don’t know what’s worse: knowing that I’ll die soon, or knowing how badly it would hurt Calum if he stayed with me. He can’t stay with me. I need him to leave me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give right now to have him leave. I need him to get out while he can.

I need him to cope with a breakup, not with my death.

“You have to leave,” I tell him with a shaky voice. The words are nearly unintelligible, but I know he hears me.

“I’m not leaving,” he says, voice firm.

“You have to.”

“I won’t. Not now, not ever.”

“I’m telling you. You have to leave, Cal.”

“O, I’m not—”

I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I finally manage to free myself from his hold and take five steps away from him.

“I need you to leave.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s cold and harsh and sharp.

Calum stares at me blankly, and I think he finally realizes just how sure and serious I am. There’s no use in trying to change my mind. He has to go. This has to be the end for us. It has to be. I need to know that he can go back to his life without me, and the only way that will work is if we end things now.

We stare at each other for a few minutes, salty tears pouring down both of our faces. I never thought there’d be a day that Calum and I broke up, but it’s here, and it hurts just as much as I could’ve expected.

No — it hurts worse.

He searches my face for any signs of change of heart.

“You’re sure this is what you want?”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

He shakily breathes in and out.

“I don’t want to go, but I will. I just need you to know, without a doubt, this is not what I want. I want you. I’ve always wanted you and I always will. I love you.”

His words hurt. They’re words anyone else in my shoes would want to hear, but nobody else, in my shoes, would be pushing him away. This conversation wouldn’t happen for anybody else. I’m an anomaly. I know it won’t make sense to anyone else. No one will agree with me. No one will think that I should’ve done what I’m doing right now.

I want to tell him that I love him. I do. Of course I love him. That will never change and I know that. I’m sure he knows that deep down, too. When I don’t say anything in response to him, he takes a few more moments to stare at me and search my face for any other signs of things to say, and then he breaks our staring contest. He quickly walks across the room, grabbing the handful of items he had brought with him and shoving them in his pockets. He throws on a shirt and grabs his shoes from the floor.

“I’ll call an Uber,” is the last thing he says before opening the door to my bedroom.

“Cal,” I find myself saying, and he stops in his tracks immediately.

He stares back at me, pain written all over his face, eyes red and puffy, lips chapped, and wet cheeks. He has a glimmer of hope in his eyes at the thought of me stopping him, but I extinguish that just as quickly as it appeared.

“I’m sorry.”

And then he’s gone, ripping my heart from my chest as he leaves.

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a/n: idk if y'all saw that one coming and I'm sorry :')

#apologies in advance lolz #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #fanfiction #5sosfam #fanfic #5sos #imagine #calum fic #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum imagine #calum x fem!oc #calum x ofc

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So It's Gonna Be Forever

Summary: Joel Miller and Emily Harper have been best friends since 2nd grade and at the end of freshman year become something more. Will they last or will their new label ruin it all. OR Joel Miller gets some lovin' because god knows he deserves it.

Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of rough childhood and some violence between father and son but that isn't for another few chapters.Mentions and allusions to smut but never actually turns into smut.

I understand that this might not be everyone's cup of tea so if it's not for you, just don't read.

If there's anything that is possibly triggering that I haven't mentioned in the warnings please let me know as this is not beta'd and it is very possible that I've missed something.

Warnings🏷: Bit of violence between Joel and his dad and mentions abusive relationships.

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Wordcount: 3459 words

Joel and Emily had met when they were 7 years old at a playground in their neighbourhood. Emily’s family had moved from a different neighbourhood and the girl was determined to make new friends. Joel’s mother had taken him and Tommy to the playground and, while Tommy was more than happy with toddling around with some of the other kids, Joel preferred to sit on the grass under the tree, humming to himself.

“Hi, I’m Emily.” Joel looked up from the picture he had drawn with a stick in the dirt and frowned. “What’s your name?”

“Joel.” He mumbled and Emily sat down next to him.

“What’cha drawin’?” She asked and Joel smiled slightly.

“A castle from one of the books my mama read to me and my brother.”

“I like castles too. We should play castles.” She announced and Joel frowned.

“You can play castles?” Emily nodded and Joel smiled. “I’ll play if you teach me.” He tried and Emily nodded again.

“Me and you can be the prince and the princess and your brother could be one of our knights.” She explained and Joel shrugged, taking her outstretched hand and following him to the climbing frame.

From then on, Joel and Emily would always sit under that same tree and plan out their next game, their mothers getting closer as they saw their kids getting closer. Tommy joined in a lot too, Emily often promising to let him be the knight and go off pretending to fight off some of the ‘enemies’ that were just poor unsuspecting kids on the swings.

Eventually, Joel and Tommy would be taken to the Harper’s house every other weekend for playdates and for both Carol and Maria to talk to someone that wasn’t their husbands or the moms that gossiped on the school yard. Occasionally, Joel’s father would join them but the night would only end sour when Maria advised that another beer wasn’t wise and then he would flip and decide that their night of fun was over, dragging both Tommy and Joel kicking and screaming back into his truck.

Even now, Jerry and Carol would never forget the look of pure terror on Maria’s face whenever Richard would storm over to the boys and demand they put on their shoes and coats and head out to the truck. Deep down, there had always been a sneaking suspicion that Maria wasn’t as ok with her marriage as she pretended she was but nobody dared bring it up, not wanting to upset her and possibly scare her off.

Joel knew his father had a violent streak after he saw him squeezing his mother’s wrist a little too tightly after she had politely hugged Jerry goodbye and left a kiss on his cheek. After that day, his twelve year old self vowed that he would try his best to make sure she never got hurt by him and that he kept Tommy safe when his mother couldn’t. When his mother died, Joel took Tommy and they received the comfort they needed from Emily and her parents, Richard running off to a pub to drown out whatever sorrow he had in beer.

At that point, Joel and Emily had only been together for a few months but she didn’t hesitate to do whatever she could to help him find a bit of normality. Now, almost three years since he asked her to be his girlfriend, she was dragging him over to her house in order to celebrate his birthday, Tommy trailing behind them.

“Emily, I swear to God. It ain’t a big deal and I have work tomorrow.” He groaned but she just shook her head.

“Cancelled it. Rick was very understanding.” She said sarcastically and Joel scoffed.

“Highly understanding my ass. Why is it so important to you anyway?”

“Your eighteenth is sort of a big deal to me, Joel. To my mom and dad too. I know your shitty father probably doesn’t even know what today is but we do so we’re celebrating in the best way we could.”

“I don’t think your parents want to be there for that, sweet cheeks.” He teased and she slapped his chest, rolling her eyes.

Carol and Jerry had prepared a meal for Joel, one they knew his mother used to make for him and Joel choked on his tears. “She always tried to teach me how to make this but my shitty cooking could never handle it.” He joked and Emily shuffled further into his side, all of them sat on the couch after the dishes had been put away.

“Well, there’s a few things for you to open.” Carol pushed but Joel shook his head.

“You guys didn’t have to get me anything. Hell you’ve already given me the best birthday present I could ask for. You don’t have to waste your money on me.” Joel tried but they all shook their heads.

“It ain’t a waste if it’s going to someone who deserves it. Catch, this ones from me and Jerry.” Carol threw him a packaged bow and Joel opened it, grinning when he saw the guitar polishing equipment and repair kit.

“How’d you know?” He asked with a slight smile and they shrugged.

“Everytime we ask you to play, a cloud of dust follows the music.” Emily pointed out and Joel pinched her side, pouting.

“This ones from me.” Tommy passed Joel another present and Joel raised his eyebrows as he revealed a Dallas Cowboys jersey.

“Now who the hell did you rob to get the money for somethin’ like this?” Joel asked with a smile and pulled his brother into a tight hug.

“Drugs. Really gets the cash rollin’ in.” Tommy teased and Joel shoved his palm into Tommy’s head.

“Well, time for mine I suppose.” She handed him her present and he smiled as he saw the many music CDs she had bought for him. A few Linda Ronstandt CDs and then some country music as well as some other bands and artists that she knew he liked.

“Thank you baby.” He muttered before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. A clear of her father’s throat made him pull away and Emily rolled her eyes, glaring at her father.

“Thank you, all of you. I appreciate it a lot.” Joel said and smiled, pressing another kiss to Emily’s temple before Carol stood.

“Actually, there’s one more gift. Now, I’ll let you open it first and then I’ll explain.” Joel frowned in confusion as Carol handed him a box and an envelope. Joel opened the envelope and pulled out a letter, handwriting neat but blotches laid across the page.

My darling,

If you’ve been given this, it probably means that the worst has happened. I never wanted to have to write this but I know that they doubt I’ll make it a few more months nevermind a few more years. I want you to know that I’ll always be proud of you Joel and that I love you very dearly. Truth is, I’m scared to die, not because I’m scared of what comes after but because I’m scared of what will happen to my boys. When you were 12 years old, your lips still sore from where your father had hit when he threw the football at you, you promised to always keep me and your brother safe and I know that you’ve kept your promise and I know that you and Tommy will always have each other, no matter what. Now, I’m scared I’ll run out of paper to write both you and Tommy a letter so I better get to the point and hope that you just know how much I love you. Inside the box is a watch that was given to my grandfather when he turned eighteen and passed down to my father. He wanted to give it to his oldest grandson which just so happens to be you. When you and Emily eventually give me a grandbaby, I know you tried to hide it but I saw you both sneaking out of the back door a few nights ago. I want you to give it to them on their 18th birthday and give them a million and one kisses from me.

I approve of her, Joel. She’s good for you and I know you love her, even if it will take you a while to admit it to her. I love you so so much and wish I could have been there for your special day today and see just how happy you and Tommy are. Never forget how special you are baby, love you always and forever,

Your mama

Joel stared down at the paper in his hands and noticed the tears that had joined his mothers on the page. He folded the paper and tucked it into his wallet before picking up the box and unwrapping it. He took the watch out of the box, turning it over in his hands to see the engravings on the back of the face. In tiny writing, there read three names.

Logan T. Moore

Thomas J. Moore

Joel M. Miller

Joel clipped the watch onto his wrist, the metal clasp a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. “You okay?” Emily asked gently and Joel nodded, pulling her closer to him and pushing his face into her hair.

“I love you, so fucking much.” He choked out and she smiled while he turned to look at Carol and Jerry. “Thank you, for everything. You practically took me and Tommy in and then you do all this for me and Jerry got me a job. I don’t know what I’ll do to make it up to you but I’m gonna try my damn hardest.”

Joel was embraced by both Carol and Jerry before he hugged Emily again, settling down on the couch as Jerry flipped on the TV. “Now, I know we ain’t got many films but this one used to be a fan favourite.” As the opening credits of the movie started playing, Emily bundled herself up in the blanket had pulled down from the back of the couch and squeezed the hand that she was holding on her inner thigh.

“I love you.” Joel leant down to whisper into her ear. Now that the words had finally been said, he decided that he needed to tell her at every possible moment, needing to make up for all the times he hadn’t said it back.

“I love you too.”

When the movie had ended, Tommy thanked them for dinner and headed up to the spare room while Jerry headed to the bathroom. Carol stayed sat down and Emily caught her eye. Joel had fallen asleep half way through the movie, the emotional events taking a bigger toll on him than he had expected. “Can I speak to you, once Joel is in bed?” Carol asked and she nodded, smiling tiredly.

“Joel. C’mon baby, let’s go to bed.” Emily nudged him and Joel opened one eye before huffing and closing it again, gaining a small laugh out of both Emily and Carol. “C’mon cowboy, go sleep in a real bed.”

“You comin’?” Joel huffed and Emily nodded.

“Yeah, I’m comin’ up right behind you, Joel.” Joel nodded and smiled dopily at Carol before heading up the stairs.

“What d’you wanna talk about?” Emily asked, turning to her mother after watching Joel up the stairs.

“Well, we know Joel and Tommy don’t exactly get along with their dad, and me and your father know that, since Maria passed away, they haven’t exactly had a great summer break and your grandparents have offered us the lakehouse again for two weeks so-.” Emily grinned.

“I’ll talk to him about it. I’m sure he’ll say yes, Tommy will want to anyway.” Emily added and Carol just nodded.

“Well, you let us know what he says honey.” Emily nodded, kissing her mother on the cheek before walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then into her room where Joel was laid in a pair of sweatpants, starfishing the bed. “Hey, move over to your side, fat ass.” Emily teased, pinching his ass cheek.

“What took you so long? I’m cold.” Joel whined and Emily laid on her side of the bed, wriggling slightly to get comfortable.

“Just talking to mom, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Months passed by, Joel and Tommy spending their Christmas break with the Harpers and, as March drew to a close, Joel realised just how close he was to officially leaving school and was making it his life’s mission to annoy Emily with his knowledge.

“Joel, baby. I love you, I really do, but if you mention how close we are to graduating school one more time, I will not hesitate to fucking kick you out of my bed.” Emily groaned one afternoon when she and Joel had been going over their workbooks.

“Sorry.” He muttered and rested his head on his arm as he almost face planted the bed. “I got a call from my grandma a few days ago.” Joel whispered, almost like it was a secret.

“Your mom's mom?” Emily asked, shocked and Joel nodded.

“She wanted to see me and Tommy and I didn’t promise him anything because I didn’t want him to get his hopes up. Point is, they had a proposal for me.” Emily looked at him and he smiled.

“You know that house on Fairway, the one that never has anybody living in it?” Emily nodded and Joel grinned. “Turns out it belongs to my grandparents and they want me to have it, they promised my ma that, as soon as I was old enough to have the deeds signed over, I could have it. They set a meeting up with some lawyer or something and, before the end of this year, the house should be mine.”

“Joel, that’s great baby. Your own house, a proper job. How the hell am I meant to top that?” Emily joked and Joel looked at her sincerely.

“What if you moved in with me?”

“What?” Emily asked, wondering if he was joking.

“When your dad found out about me and you, his only request was that I looked after you. Baby, I’ll be working full-time, not just stupid hours at the garage, I’ll have a house that I’ll only need to pay for water and electricity. Course, I’ll have to find a way for Tommy to stay with me, I’m sure he could live with my grandma but-.”

“Joel, Joel. Take a step back a second. You’d want me to move in with you?” She asked, her hand resting on top of his.

“Of course I do. I spend the majority of my free time with you, I stay here most weekends and I-. Ok, I don’t expect you to answer me straight away, hell the house hasn’t even been signed to me yet. Think about it, talk to your folks about it and let me know, ok? Even if you just stay a few nights a week, I don’t care. I don’t constantly want to feel like I’m pushing your parents to provide for me and Tommy.”

“You know they don’t mind one bit-.”

“You didn’t let me finish. I don’t want to have to live with my dad anymore and I want to get Tommy out as soon as possible, ok? I don’t want to keep depending on him because it just gives him another reason to keep talking to me and keep thinking he’s my father. Understand?” Emily nodded and Joel leaned over and cupped her jaw, pressing a kiss to her lips and then her nose. “Think about it, we’ve got plenty of time to figure it out, sweet cheeks. Hell, you live with your parents for as long as you want.” He pecked her again before the door swung open and Tommy stood in the doorway.

“You’ll never believe it, Joel.” Tommy cried and Joel frowned.

“What?”

“Grandma turned up at home and confronted dad. Hell, he really wasn’t happy about it but as soon as I saw Aunt Laura’s car I came runnin’ over here. Come on, I wanna-.” Joel was already out of the bed, telling Tommy to stay put and heading out of the door, hopping as he pulled on his trainers and jogged down the street towards his house.

“She left those boys with you and you failed them!” Joel could hear the yelling from outside the house and rushed in, met with the sight of his father standing in front of the counter, face red with anger and his grandmother and Aunt stood across from him, equally as angry.

“She set them up for failure after she fuckin’ babied them all their lives. Can’t play football for shit, can’t throw a punch. Hell, the youngest looks like some fucking girl.” Richard yelled and Joel walked closer.

“Shut up about Tommy or I swear to God.” Joel seethed and all eyes were on him as he stood up straighter, the few centimetres he had over his father making the older man have to look up slightly. “If it weren’t for her, me and Tommy would have been living off of meals from the Harpers but the basic shit she got to teach me means I can make us some breakfast and I can make a few meals here and there.” Silence fell across the room and Joel scoffed.

“Who the hell do you think you are boy? Your mother always said you’d end up with that girl down the road and once you finally get your dick wet, the slut’s mother brainwashes-.” Joel couldn’t comprehend the words before he swung his arm and landed a punch on his fathers jaw.

“Don’t say a word about them, any of them.” Joel was pushing his father slightly and didn’t hear the other footsteps come into the house. “Carol gave me and Tommy food and made sure we had a safe, clean space to sleep.” He shoved his father further backwards, emotion seeping through his words. “Jerry always offered me someone to talk to and has even set me up with a job that’ll see me through til I’m ready to retire.” Joel pushed him again but harder. “And that girl is my fucking girlfriend. She is the one constant that I’ve had since ma died and you ain’t even met her properly. She didn’t care that I was fuckin’ heartbroken, didn’t care that I take Tommy everywhere with me and she sure as hell didn’t when it took me almost three years to admit out loud that I loved her. Where were you for my eighteenth birthday? For Tommy’s fifteenth?” Joel hit his father’s chest and the man’s back hit the wall.

“I’ve spent years holdin’ out a little bit of hope that maybe you’d grow up and turn into the father that you were meant to be. Hell, even after you sent me away and admitted that you didn’t see me as your son, I held out hope. I wanted you to be better, dad. I was rootin’ for you. I cleaned up after you, I made sure there was meds for your hangovers, I kept your kid alive and after all that, you still ain’t got nothin’ good to say about any of us. After all that, you still say that my mama raised me wrong.” Joel clenched his fists and watched as amusement flashed across his father’s face.

“You always were a mama’s boy. Used to sit there and let her read to you and she’d let the pair of you get away with murder.” It almost sounded like his father was reminiscing. “But the bitch never learnt to let you grow up.” Joel didn’t hold back this time, punching him again and again and again until his fist was sore and his father had a bloody nose and was slumped against the wall. Letting all his anger out on him until someone wrapped their arms around him and pulled him away.

“I wanna kill him! Let me kill him! It should have been you!” Joel yells were let out through tears and sobs and he felt himself being held tighter as he tried to fight the grasp of whoever was holding him. He noticed the work boots of Jerry and then it was dark as his head was pressed against the man, turning him away from the person he had to call his father.

“You’re ok, kid. I’ve got ya, you’re ok, Joel.” Jerry muttered into his ear and Joel hit his arms against Jerry’s chest weakly before he felt his legs give out and black clouded his mind.

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Here’s my story about growing up on MLP

The show started when I was 6 years old, but i didn’t get pulled in until I was 7. I remember it was a McDonald’s Happy Meal Fluttershy toy that did it (I still have it today and it sits on my dresser like a trophy). She had a brushable tail but no comb and a whole bunch of stickers. I looked at the box and my mom, who’d known about the show and remembered the original 80s version from her childhood, but she said she never really watched it or owned any of the toys, but I guess really wanted me to get into it. I still remember the first episode I watched was Read It and Weep (the one where Rainbow Dash gets into Daring Do) which today I find hilariously ironic.

This started a full-blown OBSESSION with the show. Soon I was collecting the blind bags, Beanie Babies, Happy Meal toys, I had FatHeads of all of the ponies on my bedroom wall, I had a My Little Pony lunchbox, a My Little Pony backpack, I wore My Little Pony underwear, I had My Little pony pajamas, I made a Twilight Sparkle Halloween costume one year, I had a My Little Pony birthday party one year. My mom compared me to Pinkie Pie but Twilight Sparkle was my favorite. I was an extroverted kid (the pandemic is what turned me into an introverted adult) and I started hoping I’d meet five friends I’d spend my whole life with just like her. I was a silly kid. I actually got bullied for being obsessed with the show unfortunately… this led to the loss of my first My Little Pony lunchbox.

And I wrote fanfiction! And I drew cringeworthy fanart because I was like that (my fanart improved over the years). When Equestria Girls came out, I started wondering if high school would be like that.

No, I never got to dance on cafeteria tables in school spirit wear. Sad.

As an adult, I think the show has definitely shaped me as a person who believes friendship, while not magic, is one of the most important things in the world. As for G5, it’s okay in my opinion. I haven’t watched any of the episodes after the Netflix movie, but I like the characters and I’m happy to see the next generation of kids gets to grow up on it too.

I did not hate Season 9. The later seasons I agree were not as good, but I never hated the School of Friendship or Cozy Glow (I actually love the idea of adorable child villains). The introduction of Scootaloo’s lesbian aunts warmed my heart, along with LyraBon getting married and implied AppleDash (though I think RariJack would have been better, just saying). I don’t hate The Last Problem either. Once again, a bit upset Rarity didn’t end up with anyone though because she deserved to have a happily ever after (and Gallus and Silverstream ending up in different places. I think those two should have gotten together)

Pony Life is bad. The introduction of Pinkie Pie’s brother makes no sense and opens up a lot of plot holes, even more than Maud never having been in The Cutie Mark Chronicles flashback. I never got behind Sparity. Rarity is too old for Spike and to be honest I think Spike and Sweetie Belle should’ve.

One thing I never understood was the hate on Flash Sentry and Timber Spruce. I think they’re both charming and both good for their respective Twilights. No no no. I ship Sunset Shimmer with EG’s Rainbow Dash, not Sci-Twi. No hate on Twiset, though!

My favorite episode of MLP, or episodes I suppose, are still A Canterlot Wedding, Parts 1 and 2. Queen Chrysalis will always be my fav villain. I love two-parters. Twilight’s Kingdom and To Where and Back Again are my others. I HATED The Mean Six btw. I found it a pathetic return for Queen Chrysalis and extremely anticlimactic. It’s the only episode I genuinely hate. There are some I dislike a bit but that’s the only one I hate.

A large inspiration to how Poisoned Lipgloss sounds is PrinceWhateverer. I love his music and I admire him greatly.

Sorry for the long post!! You guys can ask me anything on my opinions on the show!! Just a reminder, my blog is NOT suitable for minors, so please keep out!

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You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 18

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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The next few weeks were tough as January came and went. You found out really quickly just how much was involved with following through on the choice you’d made. The trial had been set for the middle of February, which felt so soon yet so far away. Hopper has been contacting you regularly, helping you set up interviews with court officials and helping you prepare for when you would have to testify. With each passing day you felt more and more overwhelmed between school and the trial prep, any down time you had was usually spent feeling anxious.

With Billy locked up until then you found yourself particularly worried about Max and her mom. Billy helped pay the bills for them. Now Max’s mom had to get a second job and work even harder just to keep them afloat. Eddie tried to reassure you that it wasn’t your fault but how could it not be? You’re the one who put Billy in jail and if he’s convicted you might feel better but what about Max and her mom? They will have lost a brother and son, not to mention a source of income.

The trial was now just a week away and you were trying to distract yourself with homework after school. Eddie was trying to concentrate too but you could tell he was on edge.

Growing up around addicts and then of course being with Billy had altered your perception of the world. Things other people might not notice or think twice about were glaringly obvious to you. Subtle changes that signal a shift in someone’s mood. Like the added tension in Eddie’s hand as he held his pencil, the way he kept switching positions with his legs every five seconds, or the difference in his breathing as he let out a long sigh.

“Sweetheart,” he looked up at you from his paper, “Are you still thinking about what Max said to you?”

“Yeah, I’m trying really hard not to blame myself but I can’t help it. I feel so guilty for going through with this,” your pencil kept moving along the paper as you spoke.

Eddie closed his notebook, “Come here. We can work on this later,” he patted the seat on the couch next to him. You reluctantly tried to join him, rising slowly from your place on the floor. Your anxiety has been really high since agreeing to go through with this. You felt yourself slipping back into old habits, hugging yourself as you stood in front of him unable to actually sit down.

He rested his elbows on his knees looking up at you, “He put himself in there sweetheart. His choices and his actions. You are not responsible for anything that happens to him now.”

“But what about them? They didn’t do anything wrong either and now they're suffering because of me. Max told me that Billy had been denied bail because of what happened outside the trailer the day he was arrested. She may not have been best buddies with him but she still sounded upset about it,” you clawed at your head pulling back from him, “Please Eddie? Tell me how this is not my fault?”

“You do not need to shoulder any of this blame!” You could tell from his voice he was getting upset, “That bastard hurt you and deserves what he gets!”

“But-“

“But nothing!” He shot up from the couch and yelled as he threw up his hands in frustration, “Jesus Christ, can you please just think about yourself for once!”

You flinched away from him, tightening all the muscles in your face. Every nerve ending in your body bracing for the impact of a hand against your skin. As soon as he realized what he’d done, he tried to hold you but you stepped back and without another word fled to the bathroom. He called your name trying to apologize but it was too late. His outburst had sent you into a spiral. You sat on the bathroom floor with the door closed and held your head in your hands as you cried voiceless tears. You could hear him outside the bathroom door.

He called your name, “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to yell. I would never put my hands on you like that! I'm just so frustrated that you think any of this is your fault, I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, can I come in there with you?”

“No I’m so sorry Eddie!” The words rushed out from your lips, “It’s my fault for upsetting you, all I’ve done is make things so much worse for everyone else.” You spoke through the closed door as your brain went into overdrive thinking about how this was such a huge step backwards to all the progress you’d been making and that your stupid, selfish decision to go against Billy was only hurting everyone around you. You got so caught up in your own head you didn’t even realize that the next words came out of your mouth, “I should have died that day in the woods.” There was a heavy silence on the other side of the door.

Eddie always made sure he respected your privacy. He always knocked and waited for permission before entering a room if you were changing or showering, hell even if you were just relaxing alone he never wanted you to feel intruded upon. Not this time. He pushed the door open with cautious tension in his fist. The movement still startled you. You didn’t want to look up at him so you opted to hide your face from him in between your knees as you curled into yourself. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he stood there in the door frame, both of you unsure of what to do or say next. You heard the scrunching of leather as he pulled his jacket off. Suddenly you felt surrounded by him when he put it around your shoulders. It smelled like him and helped clear your clouded mind a bit.

“I’m so sorry Eddie, Billy was right. I’m broken.”

“Pretty girl,” he sat down on the bathroom floor with you, “That useless piece of trash wasn’t right about anything. You’re not broken.”

“Why do I feel broken then?” You looked up to see his tear stained cheeks, “More times than I care to admit, when he was-“ your voice wavered, “When he was hitting me I wanted to die. The only thing that stopped me was fear. That day in the woods, I don’t doubt for a second he would have just left me lying there in the dirt. I only got up because I was scared. If I-“ you hid your face again ashamed, “If I wasn’t such a fucking coward-“ he stopped you.

“You’re not a coward, sweetheart! I don’t know where you got that idea but you're stronger than anyone I know. It takes strength to pull yourself back up and keep going every day and it takes a fighter to face your abuser!” He tentatively reached out to touch you. When you didn’t stop him he put his arms around you, “When’s your next appointment with Ms Kelly?”

You sniffled, “Not until Monday.”

Eddie gently moved your shoulders and himself so you had no choice but to look him in the eyes, “We are going to her office first thing tomorrow morning and you are talking to her. You know I don’t usually make you do anything until you’re ready but this isn't up for debate.”

You tried to regain your composure, sniffling and coughing to clear your throat, “Ok Eddie.”

He helped you up off the floor and you spent the rest of the night listening to him play guitar while you tried to continue working on your homework.

You don’t remember falling asleep. You certainly don’t remember cleaning up, putting your books away, or getting under the blankets but that’s where you find yourself in the morning. Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist and his body cradling yours from behind, even in sleep he was holding you so close. You smiled as you shifted to face him. There was a loose strand of hair laying across his eye. Your finger grazed across his skin as you moved in to kiss his forehead, “G’morning my brave knight.”

He moaned into the pillow, “Too early princess.”

You cuddled into him, “We have to get up or we’ll be late.”

He yawned, “I stayed up too late.”

“I told you to use your alarm clock when you are playing guitar or you’ll end up playing all night,” you scolded.

“Wasn’t playing,” he yawned again, “I was watching you sleep, wanted to be awake if you had a nightmare.”

You knew that while his words might have technically been true that wasn’t the real reason he must have stayed up all night watching you sleep. Now that you told him about your suicidal thoughts he was probably worried you might hurt yourself, “Eddie, I promise I won’t hurt myself and if I feel like that again I will tell you. You have to take care of yourself too.”

He rubbed his eyes, “No matter how many times I apologize I feel like I keep doing stupid shit. I feel horrible for losing my temper and getting upset yesterday.”

“You’re allowed to be upset Eddie. It’s not your fault I reacted that way,” you got up and started getting ready for school.

He scoffed at the ceiling, “Why can’t you have that same attitude towards yourself? You’re so worried about how everyone else feels. You need to stop worrying about how I feel, how Max feels, shit you even worry about Billy still! Be selfish for once.”

You sighed, grabbing your jacket and book bag, “I appreciate the sentiment Eddie but it’s easier said than done, come on. I need to go see Ms. Kelly, right?”

He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of dirty jeans, “If you really don’t want to go I won’t force you sweetheart but it would make me feel so much better.”

“I’ll go Eddie, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I was feeling sooner, it’s not exactly something easy to admit or think about.”

He hugged you, “I’m just glad you told me. Come on, let’s go.”

You got to school and immediately headed for Ms. Kelly’s office. You knocked on her door and she greeted you with a smile, “Good morning you two. How can I help you?”

“Do you have an open time when I can come talk to you today?”

“Hm, I might,” she goes to grab her clipboard, “If you don’t mind eating lunch with me we can talk for a bit then. Did something happen?”

“Yeah, last night I admitted to Eddie that I’ve been dealing with some…troubling thoughts.” Eddie’s hand rubbed small circles on the small of your back.

She stopped you, “Say no more,” she smiled and put her hand on your shoulder, “I’ll see you at lunch.”

With a kiss, you and Eddie headed off your separate ways towards class. Focusing on school work helped pass the time until lunch but somehow it still felt like a lifetime until you were meeting Robin at your locker before heading back to Ms. Kelly’s office.

“Hey!” Robin called to you from down the hall. You met her in a hug, “Where are you headed? The lunch room is the other way.”

“I have an unscheduled visit with Ms Kelly today. Dealing with everything that’s happening has been harder than I thought it would be and well, Eddie got upset last night,” you so badly wanted to tell her the rest but it just wouldn’t come out. You knew she’d worry but you were working on it.

“I can’t believe I’m even asking this but,” Robin’s voice cracked with uncertainty, “Eddie didn’t you know-“

“Of course not!” You yelled louder than you meant to getting a few stares from people, “Eddie would never ever hurt me like that. Even when he gets mad or upset and loses his temper. Which, I wouldn’t even describe what happened like that. He was frustrated and I got upset. I gotta go, I’ll see you later!”

She hugged you before you could leave, “We are hanging out this weekend! You need to have some fun.”

You smiled, “I’d love that actually, now I really have to leave!”

The door to Ms. Kelly’s office was open when you walked up. She was sitting at her desk, she must have seen you from the corner of her eye as you stepped into the doorway, “Come on in, I was just getting your file. Sorry we don’t have more time today.”

You were trying to get better about not apologizing so much but, “I’m sorry it was so last minute,” it was still a work in progress.

“Not at all, I meant what I said when I told you to come see me anytime. Now tell me what happened last night.”

Before last night, Ms. Kelly was the only one who knew about the suicidal thoughts you’d had when Billy was hurting you. You’d spent a whole session talking with her about both the incident in the woods as well as the day Billy found you by that tree. She knew you didn’t want to tell anyone because you didn’t want to make them worry but she had been encouraging you to think about telling Eddie.

“It just sort of slipped out, I was so mad at my body for reacting that way. Like I know Eddie would never hit me but in that moment I felt like I was standing in front of Billy again,” your head fell into your hands with a frustrated groan, “I felt like I was doing so much better until I decided to go through with this stupid trial. Now I feel like no matter how hard I try I’m going backwards.”

She finished chewing a bite of her sandwich, “Healing from trauma is a roller coaster with exciting highs and terrifying lows, not a straight flat line. This one instance doesn’t diminish all the progress you’ve made. I’m glad that, even if you didn’t intend to, you told Eddie. Have you talked to him about joining us for a session?”

“Not yet.”

You talked for a bit longer and finished eating before heading off to face the afternoon. Eddie was by his locker just before the last class of the day. You saw him in the hallway facing away from you so you tapped his shoulder.

“Hey princess, how’d it go?” He hugged you tightly.

“Good,” you wanted to keep the positive energy going from your talk with Ms Kelly and while you still had the courage to ask, you looked up at him, “After the trial is over, how would you feel about joining me for a session? Ms. Kelly says it would be good for her to talk to both of us at the same time.”

He smiled at you, “I told you. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. Of course I will,” he played with your hair in his finger, “Can I touch your soulmark?”

Ever since Ms. Kelly had brought it to his attention, he asked for permission, even though you tried to tell him that if you were happy he could touch it whenever he wanted. It was only if you were feeling upset or anxious that you wanted him to check with you first. You smiled and guided his hand to the back of your neck and leaned into his chest, “Thank you Eddie.”

“For what?” He kept rubbing the back of your neck.

“For existing,” your doe eyes looked up at him softly as you lowered your voice, “I don’t think you realize how important you are to me. There were so many nights the only thing that got me through was you. I’d lay awake for hours in his bed rubbing the back of my neck. You’ve always been there for me, whether you realized it or not.”

His mouth hung open slightly with a crooked little smile, “I really don’t deserve you. You know, most people wouldn’t have taken me back after what I did.”

Your hand cradled his cheek, “Well it’s a good thing I am fucking stubborn and didn’t give up on you.”

He looked lost in thought as the two of you headed towards the last class of the day.

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