#I had hope in my heart that he just panicked and ran but the second I heard he went missing I knew something awful happened

[nintendio]

What really gets me about Cole Brings Plenty's murder is that the murderer cut off his hair :( even in death he could not be granted dignity.

#mmiwawareness #missing and murdered indigenous women #Indigenous #Cole Brings Plenty #I had hope in my heart that he just panicked and ran but the second I heard he went missing I knew something awful happened #indigenous lives matter

[soap-ify]

can you do a smut to fluff comfort where simon is overstimulating them and being super degrading and they safeword? Then Simon takes care of them and is basically just super sweet.

this has been sitting in my inbox for so long :( so sorry anon i hope you like it!!

cw — smut at first, degradation, use of safeword, gentle aftercare and lots of comfort.

simon had been frustrated that day, very frustrated after coming back from work. and you felt like trying something new for him.

“fucking slag… look at you takin’ this cock so well.” he spat bitterly, his girthy cock mercilessly ploughing into your tight cunt, his hands gripping your hips in a hard and bruising manner. “too dumb to even speak now, eh? only good for takin’ some cock.”

he had asked you so sweetly at first, if he could take his frustrations out on you, and you had agreed because you wanted to please your boyfriend so badly. plus some crappy porno made you think that rough sex can be amazing. silly reason, yeah.

but right now, all those insults spewing out of his mouth seemed genuine and scary, messing up with your head while your body was all sensitive from already orgasming a few times before. it was overwhelming, too overwhelming — and you knew that if you don’t speak up now, you’ll break down horribly anytime soon.

but god, you felt so guilty. you were supposed to be relaxing him, not turning it onto yourself.

“r-red…!” you managed to choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks as your fingers digged into his shoulder blades, causing simon to halt almost immediately.

“what?” his voice was gruff, eyes still a bit glossy from fucking you, though his grip had loosened significantly and worry was soon blooming onto his face.

“red…” you repeated weekly, lips wobbling as you quickly looked away, not wanting him to look at you crying over something like this.

simon gently eased himself out of you and rolled by your side, his calloused hands cradling your face. “oh, love… did i hurt you? was it too much?” he may have been sounding concerned and still reserved though he was internally panicking inside, wanting to rip and beat some sense into himself.

“yes,” you sniffled and nodded, your hands trembling as you leaned into his embrace, soft pants leaving your lips. “too rough..”

“fuck, m’sorry. so sorry, love. got carried away for a second, i-” he paused, his heart aching terribly with guilt and concern as he saw your face all soaked with tears. it soon dawned on him how mean he was being, even if you had agreed to it. he should’ve known that you were probably not used to this, maybe not even into it.

he slowly got up from the bed and helped you off the bed, his burly arms supporting you. he took you over to the bathroom and soon ran a warm bath for you, helping you sit in the bathtub, your little winces making his heart sink.

“i didn’t mean any of those words, y’know…” he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your head.

“i know…” you sniffled and smiled up at him sheepishly. “maybe i’m too soft for all that.”

simon sighed softly and sat by the edge of the bathtub, not caring about himself at all right now. all of his focus was solely on you, helping you clean yourself and dry up once you were done, dressing you in some comfortable pajamas.

once he came back after cleaning himself up, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at you, his once stern brown eyes now soft with love and pain. “i’m so sorry, i mean it…”

“don’t apologise, si…” you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands supporting your hips as he carefully propped you on top of him once he laid down, caressing your lower back.

“i love you… never wanna hurt you, y’know. m’so proud of you for speakin’ the safeword. so proud of you.” he smothered your head with chaste kisses, his breath caressing your skin.

“i love you too…” you mumbled softly, exhaustion soon taking over you. you let his heartbeat lull you into sleep alongside his soft murmurs, feeling safe once again.

#slowly getting back to answering reqs :3 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #call of duty #rurufic #ruru mail

[lostgirlmuseum]

Bucky vs. Book

^Bucky on his way to you fr^

Summary: Bucky rushes to your aid when he finds out you’re upset. He’s never seen you this distraught before.

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 600 (I don’t think I have ever written something this short before wth)

Warning: It’s kinda angst?? But mostly fluff. 

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, school is keeping me busy. I wrote this pretty quickly and it’s just a short little treat while I’m in the middle of writing a mini series. Idk when I’ll finish writing it, but it prob won’t be done this month. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

“Bucky?” Sam asked.

“M’ busy.” Bucky mumbled, curling a barbell like it was a dumbbell.

“Someone just informed me they heard crying coming from your girl’s room.”

“What?” Bucky dropped the barbell on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Move, out of the way!” Bucky yelled, nearly knocking Sam over as he started sprinting to the gym exit.

Bucky ran so fast that he was bumping into walls and hitting corners, trying to locate the nearest stairs. 

He took the stairs by three, his heart hammering against his chest, his ears on high alert in case he could hear you calling for him.

Finally, he made it to your room, and swung the door open without a second thought, just needing to know if you were okay. Bucky’s wide eyes spotted you instantly, curled into yourself on the rug, tissues littering the floor, sobbing. He had never seen you so upset.

He wasted no time sliding onto his knees and to you.

“Doll? Doll, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He tried to lift your chin to see your beautiful face, but you barely acknowledged him, your puffy eyes cast down.

“My h-heart,” you choked, clutching your chest.

“Are you having a heart attack?” He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands all over you, checking for injuries.

“I feel– s-so sad,” was all you could make out between sobs.

“Baby, who hurt you?” He was panicking, he needed to know what happened, why you were so distraught so he could fix it. 

“Stupid book!” You cried, and flung yourself at him, holding him close, and tucking your head into his chest. Bucky immediately reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, squeezing you tight, one hand brushing your hair.

That’s when he noticed the outline of a book under a couple tissues.

“It’s not fair,” you cried, body shaking with each breath.

“I know, I know,” he soothed. He, of course, did not know, but he was enormously relieved to see the perpetrator was only a book. 

“They were supposed to end up together! They were p-p-per–” You squeezed him tighter, struggling to get the words out. “Perfect together! Why did the author ruin it? It’s not fair, it’s not fair, they deserve to be happy!” 

“Shhh,” he whispered, starting to rock you back and forth.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered through another cry, and collapsed fully into him.

“It’s not,” Bucky echoed.

Eventually your cries quieted and slowed, and Bucky kissed your forehead and let go of you. You barely had time to question what he was doing when he picked up the book from behind you and started to pretend to punch it. 

“Bad book,” he chastised, “you made my baby cry. Nobody makes my baby cry,”

You couldn’t help but giggle, and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

Bucky continued to scold it, and even positioned himself to body slam it.

“Bucky,” you full on laughed, “stop,”

“Not until it apologizes,” he grumbled, faking a chokehold on it. “Oh, shit–” Bucky rolled onto his back and held the book above him, acting out a struggle. “It’s got me baby, help!”

Giving in to his shenanigans, you leaned over and grabbed the book from his hands, and gave it your own weak punch. 

“Fuck you, book,” You sniffed and laughed.

“It can’t hurt you anymore,” Bucky said, patting your back. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” 

“I’ve got you, doll.”

“Why are there dents in all the walls?” Tony’s raised voice could be heard all the way from the floor below.

You looked at Bucky.

“What?” He smiled cheekily. “You needed me.”

Thank you for reading!

My Masterlist if you'd like to check my other stuff out :)

Oh oh and this is inspired by my reaction to Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I hate that book so much. I love that book so much.

#bucky x reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky angst #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I worry about you (Clingy!Yandere x Delinquent!Reader)

CW: body trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior

"I don't understand, why are you saying these things?!" Everett shouted, tugging on (Reader's) jacket like a man fearful of drowning. The two stood at the top of a set of wooden outdoor stairs built into a steep hill in the city's little hiking trail/park, a meeting spot where they often hung out after school.

His brown eyes glowed under the sun like molten gold, churning with heartache as he held onto his only friend.

(Reader) kept their face rigid like stone, fighting the desire to retract what they had said, their decision was final. It was for Everett's own good. "Dude, stop acting crazy. You're acting like we were dating. I'm just saying that I need space. Go make other friends, go on dates, I don't care. Jesus, just stop hanging onto me all the time."

Lies, all lies. I don't mind how clingy you are. I love that you stay by my side. I know I have a shit personality, I know I'm trash, so I really appreciate that you're the only one to stay my friend. You've been my friend since we were ten years old, so please, PLEASE, fucking take the hint. I've seen that the teachers have started to treat you differently just because you're my friend. And how many times do I have to rescue you from wannabe thugs who only fuck with you because they hate me? You deserve better than that.

You deserve better than me.

(Reader) roughly shook their only friend off their arm. It was painful now, for both of them, but (Reader) knew it was for the best.

"But why? What did I do wrong?" Everett sniffled, rubbing his eyes as the waterworks persisted. (Reader) turned to leave, unable to watch Everett any longer without their resolve crumbling. "WAIT!" Everett panicked, reaching out to latch onto (Reader's) arm again. (Reader) felt his fingers brush against their arm, and threw back their elbow to push Everett away.

They didn't know, however, that Everett had stepped forward. (Reader) misjudged how hard to push, not knowing that Everett was closer than he was just a second ago. Their wrist smashed into Everett's chest, causing him to stumble backwards, and tumble down the stairs.

Eyes widening in fear, (Reader) immediately began sprinting down the steps, skipping two at a time on the way down as their friend bounced against the weathered wood, hitting the dirt at the bottom hard. Their heart was beating so fast it felt like they would have a heart attack as they jumped the last couple stairs, crouching over their best friend crying in the fetal position.

"Everett, oh my God, are you okay?!" They gingerly scooped his upper half into their lap, examining his head for injuries.

"My- my arm..." Everett cradled his arm, crushing (Reader) further with guilt.

Placing his head down carefully, (Reader) took off running, calling out for help in hopes that someone nearby had a phone to call an ambulance. They disappeared out of Everett's sight, hearing them hollering as they ran away.

As soon as (Reader) vanished from view, Everett stopped crying, sitting up miserably. How did this happen?

Everything had been going so perfectly. Everett had set himself up as a weak, innocent best friend for (Reader), tailoring his personality for the past eight years to ensure that (Reader) would never leave him. When his family uprooted his life at the age of ten, he already knew there was no chance of happiness in his future. It was hard enough convincing anyone at his old school to like a freak like him, but being a new kid on top of having a personality that for some reason pushed everyone away? Everett knew it was hopeless.

But it seemed fate had other plans for him. The very first day in the new home Everett attempted to climb the large tree in his fenceless backyard and slipped, falling out of one of the lower branches. It hadn't hurt all that much, really just stinging a bit, but he didn't have time to even sit up before his new neighbor was rushing over to help him, having witnessed the fall from their back window. (Reader) was an angel, the summer sunlight illuminating their form like a halo. They didn't waste a second, pulling Everett's body onto their back, struggling under his weight but forcing their tiny muscles to carry Everett to his parents. It didn't even hurt, and Everett was more than capable of walking on his own, but having someone his own age care about him for the first time in his entire ten years of life.. he played into it, relishing in the attention he was receiving, forcing large crocodile tears out in hopes (Reader) would stay by his side longer. And it worked.

It worked for eight years, so why were they pushing him away now?

He constantly allowed himself to trip in front of (Reader), embarrassing himself over and over to keep them paying attention to him. Even now, throwing himself backwards down a flight of stairs while making it look like an accident, just to prevent (Reader) from leaving him.

Unfortunately, nothing was actually broken on him. He glanced around, finding a rock almost too large to grasp in one hand. Unlike when they were children, Everett didn't believe crying would be enough to keep (Reader) by his side. He rolled up the sleeve on the arm he pretended was broken, biting down onto the front of his hoodie. It didn't matter if (Reader) was only with him out of guilt, it only mattered that they were with him.

Everett smiled through gritted teeth, thinking about (Reader) sitting next to him in the hospital, refusing to leave his side for even a second, then brought the heavy rock down onto his arm with an audible crack.

Please continue worrying about me.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere best friend #clingy yandere #yandere fanfiction #writing #not proofread #tw manipulation

[websterss]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟏/𝟐 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘  

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: I have a really good fic idea! would u mind taking mine? If you have watched the Netflix series “you” then this request might seem familiar. Basically Ethan is about to stab Y/n but she quickly says she is pregnant then you can do whatever you want to.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, mentions of dying, mentions of pregnancy, 

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,655

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader    

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it love! I never fully watched the whole series, but I’ve definitely have seen that particular scene. I love Victoria Pedretti with my whole heart! lol 

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐: (𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆) 𝐨𝐫 (𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆)

Fear struck every part of your body as you ran for your life. The old shrine of Ghostface trinkets and souvenirs like knives and wardrobes mocked you as you ran by the mannequins and display cases. You wouldn’t have imagined you’d be right where you were on this unlucky day. What should have been a fresh start after being almost butchered by Amber and Sam’s boyfriend Richie, well you didn’t expect to fight for your life once again, especially while at college.

You wanted a new year, a chance to leave all that was, behind you and move forward with your head held high. You wanted to fall in love…which you had. Now even that was ruined as you ran from the one person you let in. Someone you let love and cherish you in any way possible. Let him put you back together only to break you in pieces all over again. It just didn’t seem fair.

You yell out, panicking as you felt him grab you. You squirmed and wiggled in his grasp, kicking your feet out in the air as he lifted you up slightly then slammed you harshly on the ground. You gasp for air as you grow winded from the impact your back endured. You shake your head as the man you once knew became a stranger to you in mere seconds. You were scared as he stares down at you with a crazed look.

“No!” You scream as you push against his chest. “Ethan no, please!” You rasp out. Tears blind sight you, causing your vision to be blurry.

He smirks lifting a knife above you. “Remember this?” He asks. “My dad got a hold of your file you know. I knew the second I read about you that I wanted to get to know you.” He reached down and brushed some stray hairs away from your hot and sweaty forehead. Your chest rises and falls rapidly. “You were stabbed right here…” He lifts the hem of your shirt, tapping against the scar you received. “With a blade, three times might I add. God the picture they took looked nasty, but boy am I a sucker for recreations.” He chuckles darkly. “What’s three more times huh?” He goes to move the knife closer to your side.

You start to panic again as he moves his right arm to the side, getting ready to drive it past your first layer of skin. You cry holding your hands out, hoping that would be enough to stop him from hurting you physically. You were emotionally damaged by this point. “Ethan stop! Stop, stop! Stop!”

“This is for Richie, for your bitch of friend Sam for killing him! For ruining our lives!” He exclaims harshly at you. You wince, then immediately blurt out the one thing you have been excited to tell him, yet scared to do. Now it just made this whole situation worse.

“Ethan-“ You cry out.

“I should have killed you-“

“I’m pregnant!” You yell out. Your head thumping back against the hard floor. Your hands gravitate towards your stomach holding it protectively. Your face was scrunched with how hard you cried. It hurt, everything just hurt. Ethan's hands freeze in midair. Dumbfounded by your confession. “Stop, stop, stop. I-I’m pregnant!”

“You’re fucking lying!” He accuses you.

“I-I’m not…I’m not I promise!” You shake your head. “Please! Please I’m pregnant!” One hand remains on your stomach while your left hand tiredly falls limp to your side. You relax back onto the floor, waiting for the inevitable to come. Waiting to meet your end at the hands of the man you grew to love with your whole heart.

“Look at me,” Ethan instructs you to do. Your eyes open up slowly. The life drained from them as you stare up at him. The fight in you was gone. You didn’t wanna keep doing this anymore. “No, I–“ He shakes his head. He can’t wrap his head around it. His brows burrow in confusion. “Y-You’re lying!” He tears up.

“I promise you…” Another tear slips down your cheek. “I promise. I wanted to tell you…but everything turned to shit. I didn’t think you’d be one of them…” You sniffle. “It was a little over two weeks before we attended the Halloween party. You took us to your dorm.” You watch his face relax as he remembers. “I-I didn’t get my period at the time of the party when I should have…so I took a test. Three actually. All positive….” You begin to whimper as you look at the knife he’s lost his grip on. “You can go ahead and kill me if that’s what you want, I won’t be mad at you.” You offer a sad smile. “But I would’ve really liked the idea of us raising a kid together. I wanted a future you with you. I still do surprisingly.” You nod sure of yourself. “I-I won’t be mad. I’m at peace with my thoughts of you Ethan.” Ethan watched as your right hand slid down to your side this time. “M-My life rests in your hands now…”

The faint scream of the rest of the party echoed throughout the theater. He lifts his head looks around then drags you up into a sitting position with him.

“I’m gonna hide you.” He says more to himself than you as he helps you to your feet. It doesn’t take him long until he’s dragging you past the display cases. Pushing past the large screen protector sheet. You stumble over your feet trying to keep up with his pace.

“Ethan, what are you doing?” You ask him. Your head falls past your shoulder to glance behind you. You look forward again and collide into his back, you huff then feel yourself being dragged into a dark supply closet.

“Hiding you!” Ethan shuts the door behind you. The two of you are enveloped by darkness. The only light coming from the bottom of the door. Your breath hitches as a shadow moves past the door. You remain still as Ethan slowly reaches out for you. You still have your fingers looking around his own as you shift closer to each other.

You swallow your salvia down nervously as his hands shift up your arms to hold the sides of your face. Your breath shudders feeling him caress your skin slowly with his thumbs. You close your eyes as you lean into his touch. You open them back up, seeing a very faint outline of his face but the room was too dark, and turning on the light would be too risky. You had to rely on your sense of touch for now.

“Stay…” You quietly plead. “Just stay. Don’t go back out there.” You slide your hands up his arms now.

“I can’t…My dad, Quinn, they’ll know somethings up.” Ethan shakes his head even though you can’t see him do so. He leans forward and presses his head against yours. “I need you to stay in here okay? Don’t come out no matter what.”

“No–“ You begin to reject the idea.

“You need to stay.”

“No, you need to stay. Just stay.” You do your best to muffle your cries. “I have this feeling. I just feel it, okay! Once you step out the door, you won’t come back. I need you! Don’t leave me!” You breathe out harshly. “Please…” You whimper as he presses his lips to yours. You instantly move yours against his. Wanting to savor the touch of him, the feel of his skin against your fingertips, the way his hands held you with such care. You wanted it all to last, but when did anything good in your life ever truly last? The harsh reality was that it didn’t. Everything was always too good to be true. “Ethan no…” You pull away, crying out quietly. You wrap your hands around his neck, bringing his head down to touch yours.

“I’ll be back.”

“No, you won’t.” You try to control your heavy breathing.

“I will. You wanna know how I know I will.” You nod an answer. “Cause you given me something to want to stay alive for.” You feel his hands slide over your stomach. “I’m gonna be right back.” He whispers sweetly to you.

“They’re gonna kill you.” You voice your thoughts.

“Not unless I help Sam kill my dad.”

“She’ll still kill you. You stabbed Chad.” You remind him.

“Not anywhere serious. I didn’t hit any arteries or veins. He’s gonna be fine.” He brushed the thought off.

“You– You knew where to stab him?” Your voice goes quiet but sounds incredulous.

“I knew how to make you unconscious at the apartment…S’not important.” He winces, regretting opening his mouth.

“What the fuck Ethan!” You slap him over his shoulder. Your heart weighed down heavily. “God Anika…She didn’t deserve-“ You choke up, cutting yourself off. “What the fuck Ethan.”

“Nothing will fix what I’ve done okay? But I can make things right by saving them. It’s the least I can do now.” He sighs. “Just stay here. Do not come out!” He says firmly.

“If you don’t come back I’m gonna kill you…” Your empty threat makes him chuckle solemnly.

“See you in a bit okay.”

“Ethan.” Your voice trembles.

“I’ll be back. Promise.” He leans in after feeling for your cheek again with his hands and leaves a kiss on your skin sweetly. He slowly opens the door. The faint light entered through, casting a yellow highlight on his face. You catch his warm eyes for a second. He drinks in all the little details and characteristics that make you who you are. That makes him love you wholeheartedly. “I love you.” He offers a sad smile then slips past the open gap. The soft click of the door closing behind him felt like a gunshot to the chest. You just knew. You knew…he wouldn’t be coming back.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x fem!reader #scream x reader #scream vi #my gif #writings by juls

[dorabledewdroop]

The White Healer Chapter 2

Summary: Reader wakes up somewhere unknown and ends up meeting the avengers

Chapter warnings: nothing really? Panic, anxiety?

I know I'm pacing this slowly but I'm doing this the only way I know how. I really hope everyone likes it.

Series Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X--X

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Your entire body tensed as you registered the beeping sound. Your eyes shot open and to your horror, you were in a bright white room. An IV attached to your arm and a machine beeping your increasing heart rate. 

No no no no. Please no

Not waiting for a moment, you ripped anything attached to you off and immediately ran out of the room. Not knowing where you were going. Just knowing you had to get out of this place. You turned in random directions. It was all going splendidly, that was, until you heard the alarms ringing. 

Great.This is just what I needed. you thought. 

Not thinking you ran straight into a room that looked like… a lounge?

You froze, as did every single person in the room. All eyes on you.

They stood up slowly. Afraid to scare you even further. You took a step back, clearly hyperventilating. Within a moment you turned around from where you came and sprinted out. Only to run face first into a wall of muscles. You quite literally bounced back and fell flat on your ass. The bearded blonde man’s eyes widened as if he had barely noticed you running into him. 

“My deepest apologies. I didn’t see you there” the bearded man said in a deep British accent. You gasped at what he was carrying. It was a hammer. A huge one. Surely he wouldn’t use that on you? Not taking a chance you scrambled back and ran the other way only to run into another body. 

What the fuck do these people eat?? Why are they made of bricks?  You think as, once again, you fall back. 

This time however it’s the white haired boy you had saved. You remembered he called himself Pietro. 

You grabbed his hands. 

“Please don’t let them take me. Please I beg you. I can’t go through that again” you whispered desperately. 

Pietro’s eyes narrowed in concern and slowly nodded his head. The moment he put a protective arm around your shoulder, you sighed in relief. 

“Nobody will harm you here. I promise” he said gently. “Can I introduce you to them?”

Breathing deeply through your nose, you nodded. 

He guided you the room you had scrambled away from. He beside you as you actually took a look at everyone in the room, including the bearded man with the hammer. 

Did he really carry that everywhere he went? That must be quite inconvenient. 

Shaking the thoughts out of your head you allowed yourself to actually look at everyone’s faces. You felt the blood drain from your face as you recognised most of them. 

“You’re… you’re the Avengers..” you whispered. Loud enough that they heard you. Some of them chuckled. You did not.

“That we are” the guy with the hammer said as he took a step forward. He laid a brief kiss on your knuckles as he took your hand in his.

Chuckling you curtsied.

“My name is Thor Odinson, god of thunder” He stated, his hands sparkling with electricity.

“That’s enough Point Break. How about we all introduce ourselves as well?” Tony Stark said, putting a hand on Thor’s shoulder.

Eventually, everyone introduced themselves: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, and Sam Wilson.

It took a second for you to notice everyone staring at you expectantly, your eyes widened as you realised what they were expecting.

“I’m y/n. Y/n y/l/n” You said as confidently a you could. Which, let’s be honest, wasn’t that confident to begin with.

As everybody went to sit around the sofas, you sat on a chair awkwardly. 

Steve cleared his throat. “So y/n, Clint here told us that during the fight in Sokovia you were-“

A flurry of noise outside caused you to turn around and see a rush of brown hair charging towards you. Panicking, you stood up ready to run. Before you could, the brunettes body slammed into you in the form of a hug. 

I have to admit.. this is pretty nice 

You found yourself relaxing into the hug regardless of how hard this person was hugging you. You felt weirdly… safe?

Pietro cleared his throat with what could only be described as a shit eating grin on his face.

“This is my sister, Wanda Maximoff” he introduced.

Eventually, Wanda broke the hug and looked at you, her face slightly red.

‘Holy shit she’s fucking gorgeous’ you thought to yourself.

You looked at Pietro, a little confused. Not noticing how her face turned the shade of a tomato.

She looked at you with her forest green eyes. You were immediately lost in them. Fuck everyone else, you were going to spend the rest of your life looking into those eyes.

You saw her mouth move, not registering what she was saying. A small smirk on her face brought you back to the present.

“I’m sorry what was that?” You said blushing.

From the corner of your eye you saw Pietro’s face about to split with how wide his smile had gotten.

“Thank you so much for saving my brother’s life” She repeated. “I- I felt.. I couldn’t feel him for a second.”

A dark look took over her face, anguish filled her eyes. That’s when Pietro stepped towards her and grabbed her into a hug

“I’m fine, Sestra” He said, rubbing her back soothingly

You looked away to give them privacy, to notice mostly everyone else had done the same.

Once Wanda was feeling better, she sat down besides her brother.

“By the way y/n” Pietro started “Are you sure you want to continue wearing that hospital outfit?”

Huh? HUH?

You look down at yourself and notice you’ve been wearing.. scrubs? Why the fuck were you wearing scrubs??? You’re not even a doctor? Why did anyone allow you to wear scrubs.

“That was actually me..” A new voice said from near the door. 

It felt familiar.. It was as alluring as Wanda’s voice. Your head shot to the door and saw another equally drop dead gorgeous woman.

Why the fuck are the women in this building so fucking attractive??

“I presumed that princess here wouldn’t take too kindly to waking up strapped to machines in a hospital gown.. I’m Natasha by the way.. Natasha Romanoff” Natasha continued.

You blushed even harder at the nickname. You were still distracted by her beauty when Wanda clapped her hands, startling you ever so slightly.

“It’s settled then” she said with a smirk. “Nat and I will help y/n change into something more comfortable while the boys order in some food for lunch.”

Before you could react Nat nodded her head as Wanda grabbed your hand and led you outside the room.

‘What the fuck is going on.’ You thought as both of the girls held each of your hands and guided you towards what must be the living quarters.

Oh this is going to be a long day…

X--X--X--X--X--X

I hope everyone is enjoying.

Tag List (I really hope I'm doing this correctly, I'm sorry if I haven't):

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Im back from the dead yall. I got this idea from @timeslugarts ^^ Go give them a follow for their amazing art! Hope yall enjoy!

Vox x gn!reader

Genre:Fluff | Cw: death, car crash, hospital mention

☆Devilish Love☆

Darkness. That's all you could remember until you wake up in this fiery hellscape. In reality, you were hit by a drunk driver and was in a coma back on Earth with family crying at your bedside, but your soul was trapped here. In the underworld of sinners that were repenting for their crimes.

You wandered the streets, looking around at the different sinners, demons, and other wayward souls. That is until you ran face first into someone, that being a tall man(?) if you could even call him that. He had a tv as a face for crying out loud. "Watch it." He said in a voice that was common in late 50's shows, his voice was sharp and boomed. Ofcourse you squeaked out an apology, but it wouldn't be the last. As you ran into him several times, even getting into arguements with him.

Over time, you did grow close. You stopped arguing with him less often and he offered to let you stay at his place. Soon his roommates, Valentino and Velvette grew to accept you and noticed how much romantic tension there was. You hung around him like a lost puppy, helping him with paperwork or his various shows he produces. This did lead to some issues though, as one day you had accidentally mixed up the scripts for one of the shows and you got into an argument. You and Vox had argued for almost 2 hours, but he finally cracked and impulsively kissed you on the lips.

That kiss had spiraled into you being his right hand, his assistant, his second half. You and him ran Voxtech with a iron fist, planning on taking over sinners and hell. He was also planning some ring options behind the scenes, asking Velvette for help on diamond size, band size, even the box color. Little did he know that the doctors in the mortal plane had other ideas.

You stood in the kitchen, messy hair from just waking up and only in one of Vox's more casual shirts and some underwear. He sat at the island, pouring you guys some cereal, you were about to take a spoonful when BAM your gone in a blink of an eye. Vox panicked, going absolutely nuts. Every tv, phone, camera, you name it was spent looking for you. He even went down to the Princess's hotel to demand an answer from Alastor.

"WHERE ARE THEY ALASTOR! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL TURN YOU INTO VENISON BY THE TIME IM DONE-" He yelled, going berserk at the front door of the hotel. The door opened by Vaggie lunging at him with her spear, but was thankfully stopped by Charlie. "What's going on? What did Alastor do?" She asked with her signature smile. "He took them! I just know he did!" Vox screeched, pointing his finger at the clam and smiling radio demon. Every one turned their heads to look at Alastor, who looked a bit too calm for the situation. "Who?" His staticy voice came off as genuine confusion. "MY SPOUSE YOU STUPID FUCK!" Vox argued. "Who?-" Alastor was cut off by Angel, "Wait. Someone married you?" He asks, "Well, we were going to get married, but-but they just DISAPPEARED!" Vox says desperately, but not wanting to give Alastor any ammo he left. He returned to his office, giving annoyed huffs to Valentino and Velvette's questions.

Meanwhile, you had woken up to a heart moniter beeping and the warm embrace of your mom, hugging and weeping. The smell of hospital had made you more aware of the situation. Was..was that all a dream? You weren't exactly the perfect person, but having a dream about falling inlove in hell was a bit much for your human mind. Eventually, years had passed and you had lived a single life with a few pets for company, never getting over that dream until your death. Unfortunately, time in hell is different, while almost 30 years had passed since that car crash it had only been a few months for Vox. He had lashed out and never stopped searching. He spent all his time balancing finding you, fighting Alastor, and running Voxtech.

You had woken up in the same place 30 years ago, but it didn't look like that time had passed. You were shocked, it wasn't a dream all those years ago. You dashed through the streets looking for the familiar building of your long lost beloved. Soon you reached your destination, zooming through the lobby, but getting caught short by security. You caused a huge scene, cussing and yelling, begging for them to let you see Vox. Velvette alerted him to your outburst and he zapped through the wires to the lobby and froze. It was you, the person he still had the perfectbring for. The person he still made a plate for. The person he hugged a pillow at night to remember the touch of. He ran to you, shouting at the guards to let you go. He hugged you tightly, sharing a few tears as you hugged him back. You missed this, he missed this.

After being reunited he couldn't wait anymore, he eventually proposed with the ring he saved all that time. Sure he waited months, but you waited years and now you both could take over hell together.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #x reader

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safe place

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna marie ortega #amber freeman #liv mckenzie #anika kayoko #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #mindy meeks martin #sam carpenter #wes hicks #scream x yn #scream x you #scream x reader #scream franchise #scream #scream 5 #scream 6

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7:30PM - HWANG HYUNJIN

warnings- a sick hyunjin, a little angst (but not really, there’s a lot of comfort and cuddles), nudity (that is not sexual).

a/n- this was a request from @hyungenie5 ! i hope this is the kinda thing you wanted! hyunjin is probably one of my biggest bias wreckers i hope you enjoy this!

when you opened your phone to 5 missed calls from chan, your head immediately jumped to the worst. had something serious happened? you mentally cursed at yourself for putting your phone on silent and called him back. he answered immediately panicking you further.

“oh my god chan what happened? is there something wro-” , you rambled before he cut you off. “heya! can you come pick hyunjin up?? i think he’s ill but he’s refusing to sit out... you know we have that big show coming up i think he’s worrying himself about it.”

you exhale heavily thankful that it’s nothing life-altering. “yeah of course! i’ll be there in a bit, thanks for calling me chan “.

when you got to the studio you saw hyunjin sat on a chair dozing, resting his head on the wall next to him. your heart hurt a little at the sight, he was so prone to ignoring his own body’s messages to rest that he overworked himself to exhaustion. you waved to chan and crouched in front of him as his eyes fluttered open, though his gaze was wavering and distant. he looked so tired but the moment he met your eyes he gave you a wide smile that made his entire face light up for a minute. 

you took his hands in yours and gave him a soft smile back. “you alright baby?” you rubbed sloppy circles on his palms as he nodded. you knew he was just going to pretend he was okay but you weren’t going to force anything out of him. “let’s go home yeah?” you said as he shakily stood up and followed you back to the car. he was silent the entire car ride looking so peaceful he may have been sleeping but you knew he wasn’t from the way his glossed over eyes that were staring out the window.

as soon as you locked the front door, he fell into your arms hugging you tightly whilst you combed your fingers through his hair, “what’s wrong jin?” you whispered, “just feel all wobbly and my head hurts...” he mumbled as you held his unusually warm face in your hands. you reached a hand up and felt his forehead . 

a fever just as you had suspected.

“don’t worry i’m gonna take good care of you i promise” you planted a soft kiss on his cheek and lead him upstairs. you helped him take off his clothes while you ran a bath and let him climb in to it.  he sighed audibly as the warm water touched his body, letting you soak his head with the shower head. 

you squeezed a little shampoo into your hands and washed his hair for him carefully as to not get any of the bubbles into his eyes. you felt his body relax against your hands as you rubbed his shoulders, he tilted his head back to face you and gave you the warmest smile you’d ever seen. 

“you’re an angel” he muttered softly as he rested the back of his head against the rim of the bath, peering up at you with his soft half-lidded eyes, you chuckled placing your forehead against his damp one as he joined his lips with yours, his wet hands reaching up to cradle your cheek. he’d inched closer and closer to you and the only thing in between the two of you was the ceramic of the bath. 

“can you get in the bath with me?” he shyly questioned pulling away from your lips for a second. you smiled, getting up to discard your clothes before clambering into the tub with your boyfriend. he pulled you closer to him, happy that you obliged at his request. you relaxed against his chest and let the warm water lap over the two of you.  you grinned at the blissful expression blooming on hyunjin’s face before you basked in the peace of your apartment. treasuring the few minutes that it felt like you two were the only people in the world.

#-works #skz #skz angst #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz oneshots #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin angst #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin oneshots #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios

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hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

#welcome home #wally darling #gender neutral reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #Angst #welcome home angst

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Gaz & Captain Price scenarios with a fatally injured reader

Warning: descriptions of injury, wounds, possible reader death and ofc angst my old friend.

A/n: couldnt leave them out of the fun

Continuation of this post

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Gaz

Kyle’s heart had been hammering inside his chest to the point it was painful ever since he saw the explosion.

Ice ran through his veins when you stated over comms that you were badly injured and unable to move.

The only thought he let occupy his mind for reasons of staying sane was getting to you.nothing else mattered until he saw you safe.

“Hey. Hey focus on my voice. I’m making my way towards you” Kyle’s voice rang in your ear through the headset.

Trying to keep your attention on him.

Even though he tried to sound calm for your sake, you could hear the concern in his voice.

“I need you to stay with me, alright?”

The pressure in his chest grew every second that passed without answer. “Talk to me, please.” He pleaded

He breathed out of relief at the sound of your voice, the most prettiest of sounds to him, coming through his ear after a few moments.

“I tied a tourniquet on my leg” you said breathlessly looking at the metal piercing your thigh.

“as for the other thing…” your voice faltered as you moved your eyes to look down at your stomach and blood covered hands, grunting out a curse when you applied pressure against the large opened wound again. “ I don’t know what else I can do.” You say defeated

Kyle shakes his head cursing himself and at the distance he still has left to cover.

“just stay calm,I’m close. I need you to focus on me for now and keep talking”

You look around your surroundings.your sight coming in and out of focus. “Talk about what?”

Sounds like he’s running now. “Anything, how about your favorite shop or restaurant?”

He hears the light laugh and the small smile accompanying it when it comes through the comms.

Envisioning it in his head, filling his heart with desperation, hoping it’s not the last he will receive.

“Asking me on a date, gaz?”

“and if I am?”

“I’d say took you long enough”

he hears your rattling coughs through the static.

his heart and stomach constrict. “It’s a date. You better not stand me up then.”

He hears no response.

“Don’t go silent on me, love”

Your voice finally barley comes through. “It hurts, Kyle. I’m so tired” you whisper

His heart shatters. “I know- I know it hurts love but you have to stay with me. keep talking to me please. I want to hear your voice”

He doesn’t get a response.

He curses “Say something love, anything”

Kyles voice sounds like distant sound no matter how much you try to follow it.

“Please don’t do this, don’t fade away”

All he hears back is silence.

Captain Price

“You have to calm down your breathing, darling or it’s going to make it worse” john tells you as he kneels down in front of you where your back is propped up against the wall.

“Slow breaths like this” he slowly starts breath in and out.

You follow his lead as best as you could. your quick panicked breaths do steady out but you can’t take in a full breath without wincing and having something rattle in your chest.

“That It, good” John try’s to not wince at the sound.

His eyes flick down to your abdomen, where a dagger is logged deep.

Blood seeping on to his hand as he tries to apply some pressure.

Knowing that its all he can do for now makes him frustrated, just sitting by you as you suffer infront of him.

But he dosnt want to risk causing more damage than it already has if he takes the knife out.

He hears you groan in pain getting his attention.

“Eyes open darling” he tells you quickly

You look at him with tired eyes head resting on the wall.

“There you are” he says when your eyes land on his, giving you a small smile under his beard.

But it can’t hide the Worry that fills his eyes every time you take a shaky breath.

He pushes your hair away from your face before placing his palm on your cheek.

“You’re going to be okay. I’m here.”

Your eyes start to drift down.

“Hey, hey none of that, look at me” panic enters his voice as he tilts his head down to catch your eyes.

Once they are up again he rubs his thumb against your cheek. “I got you, okay? I’m not letting you slip away. You’re not gonna leave me. Not like this”

You could look into his eyes forever. his kind eyes that you always loved to look at were now filled with pain and worry, making your heart hurt.

you fought against the pressure in the back of your mind making your head feel heavy.

his hand on you felt so warm against your shivering skin.

“Darling?” John calls to get your attention but your eyes flutter close. Head resting against his palm.

“No.” He whispers “no no no” he says louder

He cups your face in his hands, “come on wake up[ name]!”

“You’re not leaving me! I’m not, letting you” John chokes

He pulls his hands away from you, eyes catching on the red mark on your cheek.

Looking down at his hands,he sees a image that only haunted his head at night making him wake up in cold sweat.

Your blood on his hands and your body unmoving in front of him.

…

Pt. 2 for Price

#call of duty #modern warefare 2 #angst #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #captain price x reader #captain price #john price #simon ghost riley

[ultram0th]

Can you help me out? i love my boyfriend a lot, BUT, i also think his dad is super hot. what should i do?

You and your boyfriend had just gotten back to your place after a lovely date night. You enjoyed your time with your man, whom you truly love with all of your heart and you can imagine spending the rest of your life with, but there was one teeny tiny issue that lingered in the back of your mind:

You couldn’t help but make mental comparisons of your boyfriend with his dad. Whereas your boyfriend was skinny and youthful, his dad was a pure rugged man. Seriously, he oozed masculinity and looked like he belonged on the front packaging of a certain paper towel brand.

You’d almost drooled when your boyfriend had introduced you to him, and then started to get hopeful that your man had inherited his manly genes.

“It’s a little early still,” your boyfriend said, snapping you out of your daze. “It’d be a shame if it were to end.” He gave you a coy grin, making you laugh.

“Well, c’mere then,” you slyly responded, beckoning him towards the bed where you sat.

In a manner that was meant to be sexy, your boyfriend slowly began to unbutton his shirt, shimmying out of it when the both of you paused.

“What the…?” he wondered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his flat chest, feeling the thick hairs that had magically sprouted over it.

Usually, your man was smooth, so the new chest hair was a jolt to you both. 

Before either of you could react, the hairs started to grow more, traveling out across his slender chest and down his stomach. It thickened over his limbs and even moved upwards to his neck and jaw, giving him some serious scruff.

Your boyfriend ran his hands over his new body hair in confusion, but then winced as soon as his body began to expand.

“What’s happening to me?!” he panicked, watching as all the muscles in his body ballooned.

Your boyfriend’s newly hairy pecs inflated and packed on size as they rounded out, protruding out in front of him. His little, pert nipples shuddered before they expanded and stuck out in large nubs. His shoulders broadened as his back widened, his arm muscles inflating too. Next, his legs grew bigger as his thighs widened, and calf muscles packed on more meat. The new size of his lower half ripped his pants to shreds, leaving the tattered denim to fall to his feet. This gave you an uninterrupted view of his cock, which lengthened out in spurts before it rocketed to attention, standing at an impressive eight inches.

Finally, you witnessed your boyfriend’s face become rougher as it matured. Slight wrinkles that were more indicative of experience appeared on his face as his lower jaw widened and squared out. As a last touch, his hair progressively lightened until it was a grayish color.

Where your cute boyfriend had stood mere seconds before was now his manly looking dad.

“What the hell…” your boyfriend, now in his dad’s body, muttered, shocked by the deeper quality of his voice. However, he also winced at how familiar it sounded.

In a hurry, he rushed over towards the bathroom (with you tailing behind), his hard cock bobbing in front of him the whole way. He slammed himself inside and looked in the mirror, paling at what he saw.

“Babe?” he asked in his deeper voice. “Why do I look like my dad?”

His meaty, hairy pecs heaved with panic as he explored his new daddy body. He ran his hands over his larger muscles in shock, confused by how good it felt to run his fingers through his new chest hair.

You couldn’t help it. You were so turned on by watching the man you loved turn into the man you lusted after. “I think you look great…” you smiled, “…Daddy.”

On cue, your boyfriend’s bigger cock twitched at the sound of you calling him Daddy.

Your boyfriend’s very smart, so it didn’t take much for him to put two and two together. Still, he was so insanely turned on in his new body, and he swung you over his broadened shoulder, carrying you towards the bedroom where you can explore his new daddy body.

#asks #requests #muscle #musclegrowth #pecs #daddy #daddy tf #daddification #age progression #hair #hairy #hairy chest #body swap #kinda #but not really

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (12)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: None

A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability) As normally! I love all your expressions over the whole chapter. Keep them coming! I love you guys!

Namjoon had settled you in the park area to give you space from everyone else. Your panicked state had affected some of the other patients so the large man thought it best to keep you away from everyone. However he had been called to go somewhere else, which prompted him to ask Taehyung to watch over you. 

The boy looked around for you, shuffling over so as to not startle you. He tried to act the same way his brothers would with him when he was upset or uneasy. So he wanted to try his best at keeping you from getting even more upset. 

“Everything okay?” He asked you softly, taking a seat next to you on the bench. He sat a few inches away, trying to avoid you. He wanted to gauge out the reaction you would have to him coddling you. Baby steps, as Hobi would tell him. 

“Yeah,” You quietly told him, trying your best to give him a small smile. “I'm just worried about Jungkook.”

 “He's okay.” The boy grinned. “I promise you.”

You seemed to calm down some when you turned to see Taehyung’s boxy grin. It looked so adorable on him that it made you smile just watching it. You giggled quietly. “Okay. I believe you, Tae.”

As the boy grew closer to you, wanting to place his arms around your shoulders a nurse called out to him. “Taehyung, it's time for your tests.” You both turned to face the nurse. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as this was the second time another nurse had come in to ruin your time with the boys. The last one had come to take you away from Jungkook. While it left a bitter feeling in your chest to be separated from any of them at the moment, you knew the nurses were just doing their jobs. 

“Already?” Taehyung frowned. “But I just did them.” His voice grew quiet as his shoulders dropped. 

Your lips pulled into a frown as you felt a pang in your chest watching the boy look so crestfallen. Looking back over to the nurse, you noticed he had his arms crossed with a deep frown settled on his lips. He looked annoyed and it made you worry more for Taehyung.

“You did them a month ago.” The nurse rolled his eyes. “You know how these go. Don't make this harder.” He gave Taehyung a pointed look.

“But-”

“Taehyung, please go.” You softly spoke, turning to the boy. You didn’t want him to get hurt because he wasn’t doing what they asked. However, it did leave you anxious as you realized Taehyung did not like doing his tests. After being so worried for Jungkook, you suddenly become hyper aware of each of the boy's feelings.  

“I'll find you afterwards, okay.” You gave him a small smile, hoping he would go along with what the nurse needed to. Hopefully the incentive would help him go through the tests without problem.

“Promise?” He asked, eyes wide as he waited for your answer. 

“I promise.” He didn’t give you a smile back. Only nodded his head as he shuffled to get up. He followed after the nurse, head tucked down as he tried to look small. 

Your heart began to ache as you thought about how down he looked. He seemed like a child going to get shots at the doctors. He knew it needed to be done but he still didn’t want them. You didn’t know what was wrong with Taehyung or what kinds of tests they ran, but you figured it must have been something he didn’t like to have looked the way he did. 

There wasn’t much you could do, so you opted to get up and find something to occupy your time. You walked through the corridors, hoping to come across someone–preferably one of the boys. However, walking further along the hallways you sighed to yourself when none of them made an appearance. Maybe they had been watching over Jungkook. 

As you were about to make your way towards the boy’s room, the door to the pool caught your attention. There was a sign on the door that read occupied which made you frown your eyebrows. You figured it must have been Jimin in the pool, however you didn’t really think much about the warning. You were a nurse after all, it was your job to watch over all of the patients. 

You walked in without thinking, following along the locker room hallway and towards the pool entrance. 

Your head peaked around the corner, hearing someone swim around in the water. “Jimin?” You called out. “You in here?”

There was no answer, so you moved closer to where you finally noticed Jimin swimming around alone. He seemed to be in his own world, hums falling from his lips. 

“I'd rather be lost in the lights-lost in the lights.” You head tilted to the side when you realized he was singing to himself. As you got closer his lovely voice drifted into your ears once more. 

“I'm outta my mind. Can you help me numb the pain?” His voice was like that of an angel that called everyone’s attention. Everything seemed to go numb as you shuffled your feet along the floor, getting closer to Jimin who had yet to notice you. 

“Each night, you spin me up high. Emotions on ice.” Your head bobbed from side to side, as your mind went blank completely the more the man sang to himself. 

Before you realized it, you felt yourself floating in an endless sea of darkness. You were no longer in the mortal world, you were drifting on your own in a dream-like state within your own mind.

“Let me have a taste. Give me a good ride. It's gon' be a good night.” Your feet touched the edge of the pool, dipping into the water as you made your way deeper. The man who was back under didn’t seem to notice the new presence. 

“Forever, you and I. This will break me–This is gonna break me.” You continued to walk down the steps, the water soaking into your scrubs as your eyes seemed to be glazed over. While Jimin seemed to be under water, your head was still buzzing with his soothing voice. 

“No, don't you wake me. I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me. Don't you try to save me. I need a way we–I need a way we can dream on.” By the time the boy had finished with his song, you were already shoulder deep in the water, continuing your way even deeper. 

“Jimin!” Someone screamed, stopping the said boy from singing even more. 

He turned to look at Jin jumping into the pool in a dive, finally noticing the presence of someone else. His eyes went wide as he saw your body fall over and under into the water. 

“(Y/N).” He spoke up, quickly diving under to reach you at record speeds. 

He was there before Jin even got the chance to pull you up. The boy hauled you up, dragging you to the edge to put you back on solid ground. Jin quickly pulled himself out of the pool, moving to hold you in his lap.

The older boy placed his head to your chest, sighing when he felt your heart still beating. However you were struggling to breathe as you had inhaled some water when Jimin broke his singing. 

Jimin quickly took notice and stuck his hand onto your chest. His other went up to your mouth, pulling the water that had caught in your lungs out of your mouth. You began to cough it up, your hacking making the boys flinch as they worried for you. 

When your breathing finally returned to normal, they let out a breath as you seemed to stay unconscious from the influence you had been under. 

“What are you doing?” Seokjin scolded the younger boy. “You could've gotten in trouble. Do you remember what happened last time you killed a nurse?” He looked at him with worry.

“I had my sign up.” Jimin only sighed, looking away. He felt terrible for what had happened, however he knew it wasn’t his fault. 

“How was she supposed to know?” Jin sighed, moving his hands to ring some of the water in your scrubs out. 

As his hands came up between your shoulder blades, the man frowned when he felt a sudden electric sting touch his fingertips. Seokjin could feel the energy that radiated off whatever it was, causing him to frown. He was prone to feeling magic on occasions with how intune he was to nature, so feeling something like this come from you caused him to frown.

“What's this?” Jin asked, pulling you up to sit. 

Your limp body moved along with movements, head pulled back as Jimin went to help his friend pull the neck of your scrubs down. Just under the cervical part of your spine, there was an upside down crescent moon shape with three raindrops under it. It looked like a birthmark, blending into your skin like nothing.

Jimin titled his head, eyes going wide as he looked up at his elder. “It's a spell marking.” The boy spoke astounded. He suddenly frowned as he looked back down at you. “You don't think Hobi-”

“No.” Jin immediately said. “He would've told us.” He shook his head, frowning as he tried to come up with an answer. 

“Taehyung?” Jimin asked, his hand subconsciously rubbing at the mark. 

“I don't think he knows how to do that yet.” Jin once again shot down Jimin’s thoughts.

Jimin looked at your face, watching as you seemed to be asleep completely. He was glad you weren’t out of it, hopeful that you would wake up soon. “What do we do?” He asked.

Jin pursed his lips before ultimately getting up. He easily picked you up in his arms, carrying you out the pool area. “We have to tell the others.”

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[ashwhowrites]

When I cheered in high school, I will never forget when a flyer fell and her ankle rolled. Luckily, she was fine (I think it was a sprain?), but how do you think Eddie would react to that? Especially if she got really hurt?

(I'm trying to feed your angst desire without breaking everyone's hearts 😇)

This is so cute! I hope you don't mind I turned it into a headcanon

Eddie waited patiently on the bleachers for the cheerleaders to come out

"what color bow do you think she's wearing today?" Eddie asked out loud

Dustin sat next to him and rolled his eyes

"my guess is blue since you went on a whole rant about how gorgeous the blue is" Dustin teased

Dustin adored how Eddie was so mean and harsh with everyone

But not with her

He babied her and was obsessed

Soon enough the cheerleaders filled the floor

Sure enough, a blue bow rested in her hair

She waved to Eddie and Dustin with a huge smile

Eddie stood up and cheered

Eddie watched their routine closely

He was squirming in his seat

He's been nervous about this routine all week

She was a flyer

And Eddie hated it

Dustin was Eddie's personal stress ball when she went in the air

Dustin silently suffered when Eddie would grip his hand in a tight grip

Refusing to say a word

Dustin felt his anxiety rise when Y/N went in the air, noticing a girl at the bottom's foot moving slightly

He prayed Eddie didn't see it

"did that girl move?"

"no Eddie she's fine" Dustin quickly lied

And he was wrong

Because before both boys knew it

Y/N landed on the floor, hard

Eddie flew out of his seat

"wait Eddie" Dustin held him back

But the second Eddie saw his girlfriends eyes water and a sob leave her throat

He raced off the bleachers

Racing down on to the gym floor

She was holding her foot

Crying hard

Eddie pushed over everyone in his way

Rushing to his girlfriends side

"baby what hurts?" He asked

Her head turned when she heard her boyfriend's voice

"my ankle" she cried

Eddie nodded, wiping off her tears

"okay. Can you try to stand? Get you to the bleachers?" He asked softly

She nodded

Eddie always told her she was tough

"I'm tough. I got this" she smiled

Eddie laughed and kissed her forehead

"so tough baby"

He hooked her arms over his shoulder

Easily picking her up off the ground

Chrissy and the rest of the girls standing behind them

Making sure she doesn't fall back

"I got her" Eddie confirmed as he walked her over to the bleachers

Dustin waiting with ice bags

"I ran to the nurse" he puffed out

"thank you dusty" she said

Tears still falling down her cheeks

"of course" he said

Eddie placed the ice on her ankle, lifting her foot to rest on his knee

Eddie dug through his bag

Pulling out water

"want your after game brownie?" He asked

She nodded

Eddie smiled as he pulled it out

Opening the package and handed her the piece of chocolate

"thank you baby" she smiled

Kissing his hand

He smiled and leaned up to kiss her lips

"anytime"

Once the game was over he took her to the ER

She broke her ankle

Eddie panicked like she was dying on the spot

"baby I'm fine. I just need surgery and it's all better!"

"people die in surgery!" He panicked worse

The nurse had to calm him down

Within the month she got surgery

Coming out perfectly fine

"see. I'm fine" she smiled

"my girl is tough" he kissed her head

He was the first and ONLY one allowed to sign her cast

He ripped the marker right out of Chrissy's hand when she went to sign it

"Eddie! The team wants to sign it"

"no. My girlfriend. Basically my cast"

Y/N giggled at her boyfriend's protectiveness

Silently watching as he decorated her cast with drawings

Some hellfire characters

His character is the biggest with a bride on the arm

"that's you" he blushed, pointing at the bride

"I marry your nasty hellfire creature?" She teased

"HES NOT NASTY"

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[tojiluv]

EYES DON’T LIE — choso kamo [chapter five]

description: in which a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR in which you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: fem! reader. conflicted feelings. yuji is the sweetest. tiny angst if you squint.

notes: short chapter, next one will makeup for it!

The next day had passed since the celebration party for Hallow Domain as you got to meet the whole band with your friends, thinking that everything would have been great. Yet it was the total opposite of what you had predicted, way far from your results.

After confronting Choso about the situation and agreeing to pretend that it never happened for Yuji and the sake of your friendship, he dared to admit that he never regretted that night, even after knowing it was you. That confession alone made your mind tumble on what you were truly feeling about hooking up with your best friend's brother.

"I didn't regret that night at all and still don't."

Why did he have to say that?

You don't remember most of the night after that conversation and just woke up in your bed in your pajamas with a slight headache, not knowing how you got there. You panicked and called Yuji immediately, asking him what exactly happened last night.

"Well, after you returned from the bathroom you said you were feeling better and started to drink a bit more. I did try to stop you but you were persistent to drink away, then you tried to jump on top of the tables with Nobara until Megumi and I stopped you both." Yuji recalls, laughing slightly as he heard you groan over the phone.

"Please tell me I didn't..." You whined, holding your aching head as your eyes clamped shut to try to reduce the pain.

Yuji sighed, aware that he was probably shaking his head at you over the phone. "Oh, but you did, my dear friend."

You sighed, laying back down on your bed before shoving a pillow against your face, wanting the world to shove you into a black hole forever.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything crazy! I made sure you wouldn't. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes to everyone and took you home." Your friend reassures, knowing that you were probably embarrassed for doing too much the night prior.

"Who dressed me?" You asked, voice muffled behind the pillow with the phone lying beside.

"Maki did since, you know, she's a girl and was sober too. We left you some water and made sure you were safe before leaving," Yuji states, yawning tiredly. You could hear him shuffling around in his bed, probably just woke up around the same time as you did.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your untamed hair, "I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you guys, don't know what came over me." Oh, but you did know why you probably acted out.

"I didn't say anything... you know, uh, weird?" You asked nervously. You desperately hoped that your drunken self had the strength to not mention or even hint about what happened with Choso.

"Hmm, I don't think so. Got any dirty secrets you keeping from me?" Yuji chuckled, not being able to witness your dreaded face at how true his joke was. You felt like your heart dropped until you forced out a chuckle to make sure he didn't become too suspicious of your behavior.

"N-no, just wanted to make sure!"

After that call with Yuji, you hadn't seen him bring up that incident during the day, rather asking you how you felt about meeting his brother over text. You kept it short and simple for him; 'He's nice and seems pretty chill', that was all you could say about him before your guilty conscience could slip out the truth in front of him.

The weekend was over and it was now Monday, two days had passed with a peculiar tension hanging in the air, a weight you couldn't quite shake off. Every time you were around Yuji, you found yourself second-guessing your words and actions, afraid that he might pick up on something you weren't ready to confront.

As for Choso, you tried your best to keep your distance, avoiding any situation that might lead to another awkward encounter whenever you came by Yuji's home. Luckily, he wasn't home whenever you came by during the rest of the weekend. But despite your efforts, his confession lingered in the back of your mind, like an uninvited guest refusing to leave... though, for some odd feeling, you didn't want him to leave either.

After classes were finished for the day, it wasn't until you were in the library studying with Yuji that things took an unexpected turn. You were sitting at the desk, absentmindedly tapping your foot on the floor with books surrounding you, when he suddenly brought up the topic you had been desperately trying to avoid.

"So, I've been thinking," Yuji started, his voice slightly hesitant. "About what you said a few days ago."

Your heart skipped a beat, panic rising in your chest. You prayed he wouldn't delve deeper into the subject, but fate seemed to have other plans.

"I can't shake this feeling that there's something off," Yuji continued, his gaze fixed on you, searching for any sign of hesitation.

You swallowed hard, trying to come up with a convincing response, "I—I don't know what you're talking about, Yuji. There's nothing wrong."

But even as the words left your lips, you knew they sounded hollow, even to your ears.

Yuji's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding.

"I trust you, you know that, right?" He said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "But if something is bothering you, you can always talk to me about it. I'm here for you, no matter what. You're my best friend, always."

You felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed by his kindness and sincerity. How could you betray his trust like this? You forced a smile to appear, nodding in response.

"Thanks, Yuji. You're mine too, always."

But deep down, some secrets were too heavy to bear alone, knowing that it was pushing you down into the dark endless rabbit hole with no way out.

⇽ chapter four | chapter six ⇾

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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[mindyourstars]

if your requests are open, can i get a sebastian sallow imagine (fem!reader and established crush on each other if you can) that takes place after the darkness takes over him at the end of HL where he feels bad for what he’s done (killing his uncle and casting crucio on reader) when reader decides not to turn him in? maybe reader keeping what he did a secret makes him realize he took her loyalty for granted and he shows remorse and keeps trying to apologize/make up for it but reader says “i understand what you did and why, but i’m not ready to forgive you yet” or something like that. i’ve had this idea in my head for a few days and don’t think i could do it justice and i absolutely love your writing 😊

love in the dark (Reader x Sebastian Sallow)

I love me some angst, and I hope I did you some justice reader. If you hate it I'm so sorry!!!!

c/w: HOGWARTS LEGACY SPOILERS, mention of death, and there's angst.

word count: 1.7K

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“AVADA KEDAVRA!” 

            The two words had changed so much in a split second. In the blink of an eye, you had witnessed Sebastian go from the rebellious and cocky know-it-all to something so… unrecognizable. In all fairness, you had been warned countless times by Ominis that the path that Sebastian was walking was a dark and twisted one that many people had succumb to. Hell, you saw it in the pensieves during each of your trials. You were witnessing someone you truly loved change before your very eyes. 

            You remember it all so vividly. You see it every day when you close your eyes to rest. You saw it flash before your eyes when Ominis sent you the owl to meet him in the undercroft. As your footsteps rushed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, you heard your heart’s thumping in your ears. It was driving you mad. You opened the entrance to the undercroft, watching the two boys argue amongst themselves. 

            Ominis was visibly shaken, which he rightfully had a reason to be, but Sebastian was absolutely changed. In his expression, you could see the guilt that was absolutely starting to eat away at him. You could see his hair, which was normally combed so that his fluffy hair was not out of place, was completely shooting out in different directions. There were deep worry lines on his forehead as his eyebrows furrowed together with each of Ominis’ words. 

            “Anne just buried your uncle alone.” Ominis stated, but Sebastian’s words dripped in venom.

            “I did it for her.” He replied, causing you to stop in your steps for a moment. 

            You pursed your lips together as you overheard the conversation, and soon Ominis took a step away as he passed by you. It was as if to tell you it was your turn to try and talk to some sense into Sebastian. You heaved a sigh, taking steps towards the twin, gave him a half-hearted smile to cheer him up. 

            “Sebastian-“ You began, but he ran his hands over his face and looked at you in disbelief. 

            “Did you hear what he said?” He asked with a scoff, beginning to pace slightly. He was panicked. You had seen the look on him before, but never to this extent. “You saw what happened, (Y/N)! I did this for Anne. I never wanted to hurt my uncle.”

            “Sebastian-“ You attempted again, but he kept going on and on about his remorse and how things got out of hand. 

            That’s when he looked at you with a look you never wanted to see on him again. It was a look of pure desperation that was seeded deeply behind his dark irises. 

            “Talk to Ominis, he listens to you!”

            You went to object, but he grabbed your hand in his. He was pleading with you silently, and although you were struggling with the events of Solomon Sallow, you still felt your heart begin to race at the touch. 

            “Okay.” You stated as you squeezed his hand in response. 

            His shoulders relaxed slightly, and you turned on your heels to go towards where Ominis expectantly waited for your status report. He himself looked stricken with grief. He had direct contact with Anne., and you were thankful that she had some sort of person to speak with; but as Ominis spoke he mentioned how Anne partially wanted Sebastian to face the consequences of his actions. 

            “Ominis, what good would that do at this point? He regrets it all. All of that along with the fact that Anne has lost her health, then her uncle, do we really want to take Sebastian as well?” You asked, your hands moving as you spoke. Your words were passionate and convincing, and you saw Ominis nodding his head along with your argument. 

            “Perhaps you’re right.” He sighed; his pale eyes cast down towards the pavement. “Anne is already facing so much. I just hope we’re right about this decision.” 

            There was a beat, and suddenly there was a shift in the air. 

            “How are you in all of this?” Ominis asked, causing you to go rigid. 

            That was the question of the century, wasn’t it? You were still trying to figure out ways to contain a dark ancient magic, but now your best friend had done something vile. 

            “I’ll be fine.” You stated simply, shrugging your shoulders. The words sounded weak and unconvincing, and you knew Ominis would pick up on it easily. 

            “I know you care about him… different than I say I would care.” Ominis stated, causing you to laugh nervously in response. 

            “Ominis don’t be-“ But you stopped, knowing that nothing you say could hide the truth.

            The boy you were beginning to fall in love with had killed someone, and you had witnessed every single moment of it. As a matter of fact, you assisted him in getting to where you got because you would do anything to help him. 

            “I have a lot on my plate, and I think maybe Sebastian shouldn’t be on it for some time.” You admitted aloud, the words causing an unseen wound in your heart to sting. 

            Ominis sighed at the words, but it was a knowing sigh of agreement. The three of you had a lot of healing. 

                                                                        ***

            Months had passed since that conversation, and you were in the full swing of grieving. You had successfully saved the wizarding world, but your mentor had lost his life. You also had not so subtly been avoiding Sebastian to focus on your O.W.Ls. Ominis had been a great help in trying to keep you grounded, and you had even been studying with Poppy and Natsai. You had a great support system, but throughout the months you were cornered by Sebastian. 

            He would apologize, and you would just reply with ‘I know’ before going on your way and resuming your avoidance. It was dreadful. You craved to go back in time and erase all the wrongdoings to erase all the complications in each of your relationships, but you couldn’t do it. Yours and Sebastian’s dynamic had changed. 

            That didn’t stop him, though.  He would write you owls, try and talk to you at the end of classes, and try to sit with you at the Great Hall; but you gave him a cold shoulder. It was driving him crazy, but he didn’t give up. He finally just walked up to you as you spoke to Poppy, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the Undercroft. 

            “Sebastian!” You exclaimed, your legs trying to keep up as he dragged you to your old meeting spot. 

            He didn’t stop, continuing to bring you with him as you weaved through students who gave the two of you odd looks. You were mortified, but as soon as the two of you got into the Undercroft, you crossed your arms over your chest in disbelief. 

            “You know, I was in the middle of a conversation before you rudely dragged me away!” You scoffed, waiting for him to conjure some form of an explanation. 

            “I don’t care!” He yelled in response, his mouth curling into an angry smile. “You have been avoiding me. It has been exhausting! I’m drowning in the reality of my actions, (Y/N), and all I want to do is sit with you here in the Undercroft reading books and trying to go back to a semblance of normal. I’ve told you hundreds of times that I apologize, and I FULLY mean it.” He rambled, beginning to pace as he did. 

            You were torn internally at the words he said. You wanted what he wanted, of course you did. When you two spent time alone there was never a dull moment. Sebastian would make you laugh and show you so many secrets in Hogwarts to expand the love you had for being in the school, but you were not someone to ignore the pain that his actions caused. That pain had only grown since the events under Hogwarts. You had a job to protect the ancient magic. He knew that. 

            “Sebastian, I understand what you did. I GET why you did it, but I’m not ready to forgive you yet.” You said with a sigh, sitting on one of the crates that were piled in the room, and Sebastian’s mouth frowned. “I must sit here and not tell anyone what I saw! You used an unforgiveable curse, and although you did it in a moment that got very out of hand, you still used it. That wasn’t the you that I know.” 

            Sebastian sat beside you, his hands resting on his lap as he glanced over at you. It was although the gears in his head were turning. They were processing your words, and it took quite some time. For what seemed like eternity you sat in silence, but it was only a few minutes. 

            “You were someone who was so loyal to me.” He finally spoke, causing you to turn your head to face him. He met your gaze, and you took your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation for him to continue. “I took it for granted and kept pushing us toward a dangerous and impossible goal. I lost my uncle, my twin…” His voice trailed off as there was a crack, but he cleared his throat and pressed on. “I don’t know what happens if I lose you too. (Y/N), I…” 

            His mouth froze, and quickly shut before finishing the statement. Although he didn’t finish, you had an inkling of what he was going to say. The tension in the room was growing thicker, and you felt your eyes struggling not to well with tears. 

            “Me too, Sebastian. I feel that way too.” You assured, placing a hand on his, giving it a squeeze. “Just give me some time… I just need a bit of time.” You assured, nodding your head. 

            His mouth turned to a somber smile, moving the hand that you were touching so that he could give yours a squeeze. 

            “I can wait. I will wait until the end of time if it means you and I can be something again.” 

            It brought you some comfort to know that he listened. Maybe one day the two of you could be something. One day. 

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