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mchlgayser · 1 year

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FLINCH!

starring: jude bellingham x female!reader

warning: slight mentions of reader past's relationship, very angsty but with a fluff ending & not proofread

author's note: im a big fan of how this turns out, so good, better than what i had in mind tbh, didn't mean to make jude so red flag in here but things happened lmao.

song suggestion: tv by billie eilish

It was nighttime, past midnight, the clock strike two in the morning but still no signs of your boyfriend. You are well aware of the celebration party his manager arranged for him and the guys after they won an important match this evening but one thing that you don't get is that. For this long? He was out for all day, his match supposedly ended at 21:00 and now it's almost 03:00.

You are getting furious, partially worried and anxious, if you could drive his other car, you would have already done it hours ago revving to the club he's at but the problem is you don't drive. Your boyfriend never let you to.

Your body slumping on the leather couch, eyes boring glare on the door waiting and waiting.

The constant loud knocks on the door brought you back to life, grabbing your phone from the coffee table to see that it was now 4:03 in the morning. How furious you grew after that dashing to the door

His body immediately stuck on you like glue, his hands on his side as he rested his chin over the shoulder, you see Gio over the door 'Thanks for bringing him back.' You said, he nodded 'Try to convince him to go home but you know how he is..' You rolled your eyes 'Yeah, stubborn. Still thanks again, have a good night.' You closed the door after, bringing Jude back to your room which you silently pray for it to magically be on the first floor so that you won't have to drag him all the way.

Only a few steps up and you already gave up, he was giving up his weight on you, and your legs gave up, so you threw him down as he groan and sighed with a small smile 'You should just sleep here, I think.'

Give him a small fluff blanket, you draped it over his curled-up figure and undo some of his buttons 'Night.' You left after that having your best time sleeping on the king sized bed alone.

The next morning, Jude woke up feeling sort of discomfort and throbbing all over, his whole body is aching in pain and so is his head, probably the hungover from last night's event. His eyes are blurry, looking around but his neck are too sore for him to even twist it around. A couple of minutes has passed, he gained visions and now stunned seeing himself, sleeping on the stairs, not sleeping on his bed is one thing, no pillow is one thing.

His eyes averted to the living room, seeing you with a bowl of cereal in hand, your eyes were fixated on the movie that was playing. He tried getting up but he ended up falling back. He groaned in frustration 'Hey Y/n! Why am I sleeping here?' But you ignored him.

He grew frustrated getting up forcefully and went up to you 'Y/n? I'm talking to you.'

'Jeez, you are so loud for someone with a throbbing headache, leave me alone Jude.' He grab the controller from the table and switched off the tv 'Hey!' You growled, trying to get back but he silenced you with a side glare 'Stop it I-' He drops the controller, his head is aching in so much pain

You rolled your eyes, 'Take this pill.' He yanked it from you and you scoff 'What a jerk you are.' He sighs 'Leave me alone.'

'Nah uh, I said that first, you leave me alone, Jude.' You pointed out and sit back down.

The rest of the afternoon you've been ignoring him, well it's not like he's not ignoring you too. You do your stuff staying on the living room whilst he stayed in the room, '...Hey.' You heard him say, you noticed him from the corner of your eye but didn't budge 'C'mon Y/n, you can't stay mad at me forever?'

'Watch me.'

'Look I get it, I came home late last night but it's not like it was all the time right? Am I not allowed to have fun now? Do you think you can keep me in cage here forever? Come on, have some common sense.' You scoff 'This is so irrelevant, Oh my God! Go on have all the fun you want and come back every day at 04:00! You know what, I'm not even gonna complain! Go! Go partying, get drunk whatever, I don't even care anymore...' Your breath are rigid, out of breath, your chest violently bounced up and down

He huffed in disbelief 'Sometimes, I think it's better if I just don't go home at all you know, I'm so tired of your constant yelling and annoying rants, You are always onto me, pointing my mistakes, being absolute burden! This issue of yours I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of these pointless arguments! I'm tired of you!' Every spiteful word that are coming out of his mouth are like a knife, slashing into your heart multiple times.

His angry exhales, it was scary, reminiscing all your horrendous memories of your past. You eyes moist with warm tears cascaded your cheeks, it was hard to contains and you ended up crying a bit despite wanting to look tough

He sighed feeling frustrated at himself, it was't his intention to say such things, he was just mad that you've been ignoring him and not to mention the hungover from last night haven't yet subsided. He bring his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose but your next actions instantly brought tears to his eyes, he was shuddering in mistrust

Both of your hands are now in front of your face guarding it, your whole body fell to the floor as you yelped, your figure are in a major trembling state. He was stunned, could't be able to move 'Y/n...Did you...?' He was so out of words. Not once, never once this would cross his mind, the day you would become scared of him. In this poor shattering state. All because of him.

His hand wanted to hold out for you but he restrained himself, turning heels and left the house grabbing his jacket and slammed the door. You try muffling your sobs but the moment he left, you could't helped but wail and sobs like a broken child. You began hating yourself for this. How could you?! How could you think he would ever hit you?! But you could not helped it, your body acts on its own. You are too scared because of the argument.

You brought your knees to your chest hug it and cry, you don't know how fast time flies but Jude came home again, you are still in the same position but you are sleeping. His eyes soften nearing your structure and picking you up, how saddening it is for him to see you in this puffy-eyed state, cheeks stained with tears, lips bleeding slightly. He gently puts you to bed and tucked you in giving your temple and the tip of your nose a chaste kiss.

He was about to leave, ready to take the guest room to sleep but you hold his hand, your eyes barely opened but he could see that it was reddish and swell 'Hey...' He croaked, tucking one strand of your hair behind your ear. He was cautious as he sat beside you by the edge of the bed with your hand still holding his.

He was hesitant 'I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean what I said, at all. I'm just... Mad because you ignored me but I understand. You can stay mad as long as you want, I'll make it up to you, months, years, decades and forever so please don't leave me.' You hold tightens, sending him a small lazy smile 'No I'm sorry Jude, I know you won't hit me it's just... I think I'm being paranoid. You know how shitty my past relationships are.' He adjusted the hold, hands now entangling

'And I promise not to make you feel that way anymore, from today onwards, no sorrow for you. At least not from me. I won't treat you like they did. I won't became the asshole and treat you like an object. You are one kind of treasure. That one that needs to be held carefully so it won't break. I promise to take a better care of you.' He boops your nose and smile giving you a long kiss on the head and hugs your form

'Come on, sleep with me.' He get under the bed beside you, his body facing you with one arm stretching out and tucks it under your head and the other arm resting on your waist caressing it. Your head against his broad chest and hugging him close to you, closing your eyes with a contempt sigh 'I love you Jude.' Her hums, kissing the top of your head and murmur; 'I love you too babe.'

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 22 days

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Growing Pains (MWC Day 7!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: College AU! Your life kind of sucks but at least you have your job. Words: 1,693/200 Warnings: Nothing Happens! Not Edited! Notes: So far this first part is just me world-building and getting the feel of everything. Im hoping to turn this into a series, this is also an apology for the joke of a "fic" I left you with yesterday. Im on some new ADHD meds so I hope it's going to keep getting easier to be motivated. I actually enjoyed writing this.

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You were really starting to doubt walking to work was a good idea, It had stopped sprinkling outside and had turned into a full-on downpour. Earlier at home you’d reasoned with yourself that walking to work was a great idea and that the roads were probably icy from all of the rain you’d gotten yesterday. Yet, here you were; nearly soaked and not even halfway to the coffee shop you worked at.

Your shoes were starting to squelch and your socks were drenched, you just prayed that today would be slow so you could leave early and sleep. But If you did you’d probably feel bad leaving your co-worker, Claire, she was a good kid, pretty and sweet and really good with the customers. If she was working, everyone knew they'd be getting good tips, she was only a few years younger than you, and a freshman in the same college you attended.

She always seemed happy and well-rested when she came in so you assumed she never had a ton of schoolwork. You finally arrive fully soaked to the bone and shivering, the lights inside are already on so you assumed Claire had gotten there first, how she’d gotten a key you really have no idea. The shop was small, located conveniently only a block or two from campus but you'd long since moved out of the dorms and into your own apartment.

You probably wouldn't say your entire freshman year was awful but your dorm mate had been a lively Spaniard going by the name Luis. The man was funny and helpful but he would have been way more funny and helpful if he had been dormmates with someone else. He’d made your entire freshman year seem like one constant headache, his incessant yapping, smoking, and partying had been the candles atop the cake of stress that was your first year of college.

When he asked if you wanted to room together your second year, you’d lied and said you already had an apartment lined up. He caught you in that lie, and when you were rushing to get an apartment (and a job) he had ‘accidentally’ dropped a flier for a one-bathroom studio a few blocks from campus, he’d ‘coincidentally’ been neighbors too. You look back in the direction you came from dreading when Luis wakes up and would eventually wander into the shop.

For some unknown (most likely paranormal) reason, Clair actually liked Luis, not having been subjected to his torture for a year, she said she found him weirdly charming and funny and they got along surprisingly well. Naturally, with their big-mouthed extrovertedness, they told each other absolutely everything, meaning Luis would have some choice words to say about your predicament later.

You huff and walk inside, already feeling a migraine coming on, your shoes track in water as you squelch into the back room. Claire looks up from her locker alarmed at the ungodly noises your shoes were making; it was a mix of wet rubber souls on the glossy linoleum and the sloshing of your shoes holding more water than the ocean. She takes in your appearance, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she tries unsuccessfully to hide a laugh.

She gives you the dignity of hiding behind her locker door to cough out a short poorly disguised chuckle before composing herself and looking back up at you “The hell happened to you?” She squawks still trying to hold in a laugh. You can't really blame her and you dont, if the roles were switched you know you'd laugh at her too. “I walked.” it’s all you have to say for her to break into an unflattering cackle,

She laughs and points as you flop onto a plastic chair to peel off your water-logged shoes, you pour the water out in the filthy mop bucket while making a promise to yourself to get new water in there before your shift is over. You get up to drop your sad wet shoes over the vent and then peel off your drenched socks, dumping them onto the vent next to your shoes with a gross slap.

For some reason Claire seems to find all of this incredibly funny, she’s leaned back dramatically against the lockers clutching her belly as she howls with laughter. You look over at her wholly unamused and sigh before padding over to the lockers, thankfully the workplace is prone to messes so you always keep a spare uniform at work. You pull the folded clothes out of your locker and fetch a pair of crocks from your manager's locker,

Your manager, Jill, was a well-respected (and feared) hard-working woman. She’d been the manager for nearly as long as she’d worked at the shop, her great work ethic and no-nonsense attitude had gotten her noticed by a lot of people in higher positions. When you were hired at the shop she was finishing up her junior year and getting ready to transition into a senior, she was a lot easier to talk to and get along with,

Because of that the two of you clicked quickly and ended up with a lot of hours together. As time went on though, the two of you were getting more and more stressed, and dogpiled with work until you were both working fewer hours with different people. She still tried to keep in contact; always texting to ask you how your morning was or what you were up to, it was sweet and it made you happy when she texted, part of you was enjoying the feeling of having someone dote on you like this.

Your phone alarm chimes, reminding you that you only have a few minutes left until the store has to open, you can hear Claire leaving the break room to tidy up the eating area and wipe down the tables and counters. You quickly slip on a dry pair of socks and Jill’s crocks before making your way to the front of the shop to unlock the store and turn the open sign on, opening wasn't your favorite,

But recently you’d been pulling all-nighters to get your work done so by the time you needed to get into work you were already awake, you worked in a coffee shop so you had everything you needed to keep yourself up for the day. Your routine is as natural as breathing at this point, blending the hours into one, you have no idea that it’s already lunchtime until the lunch regulars start pouring in.

The sweet old Marine Biology professor is first to come in, she’s well over sixty but she acts like she’s still young, ordering a single shot of expresso heavy on milk and sugar, a tuna sandwich, and a cookie. She’s definitely your favorite regular, polite, and tips well, she always leaves with a bright smile on her face like she’s happy to be alive, it's infectious. The other regulars aren't all that notable, a few professors and students needing a pick-me-up to get through the rest of the day.

The only other customer that sticks out is another student, he’s about Claire’s age, and by the way they act around each other, they're definitely friends. Claire always waits to take her break when he comes in, she gets the same sandwich and always pays for his cookie, if you weren't any smarter you'd think they were dating but you notice the way his eyes linger in your direction,

You’ve picked up how he always comes in when you’re working. He’s helplessly obvious but you dont have the heart to confront him, he's always got this cute lost puppy look on his face when you take his order, helplessly stumbling out his words and blushing like a high school girl. You pretend you dont notice and play dumb every time Claire tries to play matchmaker purely because it's cute watching him fumble, and you’ve never claimed you’re not selfish.

Part of you wants to wait until he grows the balls to come up and confess but the other part is just content to watch him suffer like this forever- “I thought you left in different clothes, what happened to your sweater?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts by satan himself, Luis picks at your new shirt and pouts like a dejected child, “None of your business.” You brush his hand off,

Not surprised he knew what you were wearing earlier, you tap the screen of the register having memorized his order; the same boring coffee with the same boring bagel. You can't help yourself, you try to keep quiet but you like teasing Luis back, he deserves it, “Keep eating carbs like this and you’ll get fat.” You’re not trying to be an asshole and he knows it but it doesn't stop Luis from acting like it was a personal attack. He feigns heartbreak as dramatically as he can,

Catching the attention and stares of the other customers, you can tell Luis is about to double down but Claire swoops in and drags him off to her table along with his food. Most of the customers go back to their food but a few eyes linger between you and Luis, you roll your eyes and get back to work, not really, there's nothing much for you to do anymore, the lunch rush slows everything down, you look down at the time on your phone making sure your shift is nearly over before you disappear into the break room to refill the mop bucket and check on your clothes.

Your clothes are sort of moist and have a weird rain smell, your socks have dried weird and your shoes should be ruined, but you dont really have the money to get a new pair. Hearing your other co-worker arrive you tuck Jill’s shoes back into her locker and put your shoes back on, you cringe as the squelch and water seeps out of the foam and into your socks, you shuffle awkwardly back to the front and clock out before hurrying out of the shop, not sparing anyone left in there a goodbye.

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ADDITIONAL NOTES! //skip this if you dont care//

Let me know if you like this new format(?) its a lot more low effort than anything I've tried in the past, just coloring some things and putting little text dividers.

ALSO, Let me know if you want me to continue writing gender-neutral or just not being gender specific, I find writing from this perspective to be super easy but so far it's been pretty difficult incorporating gendered things into this style (not that I've tried)

you can either comment, ask, or dm, its up to you

#x male reader #x reader #college au #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #claire redfield #luis serra #jill valentine #leon kennedy x male reader #re 2 leon #re 2 leon x male reader #leon x male reader #leon s kennedy x male reader #leon scott kennedy x male reader #resident evil x male reader

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fuxuannie · 11 months

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╭₊˚ ๑︰𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆

:★: relationship : rengoku kyojuro x g-neutral reader

:★: warnings : spoilers 4 mugen train arc

:★: a/n : rewatching season 2 will forever hurt my heart in a way i cant forgive <\3 i literally havent hax water in 3 days and im still crying huyu,,,

"Kyojuro?"

As he stands in your shared homes garden with his arms crossed, his head softly turns to you with his gentle smile. "Hm?"

You walk towards him, a look of worry he was far too familiar with was etched all over your face. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I know you're strong but..."

He feels your hand squeeze his arm tightly.

Rengoku chuckles, uncrossing his arms to instead wrap them around you suddenly. Though he does it so often, something about how he holds you feels tighter and the feelings behind it linger once he pulls away.

"Worry not, my dear." His pinky finger locks with yours, lifting your hand up softly to remind you of the child-like way of making a promise. "I will come home and take you out to our favorite restaurant."

"Just.. just don't let a spouse bury their husband."

His signature smile flashes on his face.

"You'll never have to feel such pain, because as long as I know you'll be waiting for me, I'll do everything to keep fighting."

Your feet felt exhausted, you could practically hear your own heartbeat echoing throughout the forest but you didn't care. You followed the traintracks that weren't far from your view, already informed that they were the same ones that the Mugen train followed.

When sounds of crying came into earshot, you prayed it was tears of joy, and your worst nightmare hadn't come to life. "Rengoku!"

It felt like your entire world stopped turning as the sun rose, yet the head Rengoku always held up high falls down as he sits in a pool of his own blood.

Your footsteps begin to slow down, the weight of what's happening slowly setting in.

"Kyo.. Kyoju.."

Tanjiros head immediately shifts to your direction, his sadness turns to dread when your tear-filled face comes into view.

"Kyojuro!"

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader

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playboysaleen · 12 days

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6.

(Chapter 6)

(Im doing the gif based on what the chapter reflects bare with me)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, near death experience, light mention of death, and reader being a badass.

WordCount: 3.5k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure. (Reader is Masc)

Your eyes fluttered open to see the sun brightening the room, you looked over to see Wednesday's head against your chest. You hummed, smiling softly letting a smile paint your face. Slowly, you moved out of the bed but your movements came to a halt when you saw the disaster you caused around your room.

“What the fu- '' you slapped a hand over your mouth at the shattered glass and broken dresser in front of you. Grabbing the shirt that hung out of one of the damaged drawers, you tossed it on creeping out the door, shutting it softly.

The house was quiet. You could hear the birds landing on the roof of the house. The stream from the small creek down by Nevermore and the chatter from the students on campus. You crept to the top of the stairs catching a whiff of a newborn. Taking a step back you thought to yourself,

Were you guys expecting company?

After waiting a few seconds, you heard nothing. Something wasn’t right. The hairs on your arm rose when the sound of crashing was heard from downstairs. Your body went into auto-pilot, blurring into your room you found Wednesday slowly waking from her slumber. Slipping on your shoes, you moved to Wednesday's side, blurring on her shoes and handing her one of your hoodies.

“Wednesday listen carefully, someone is here and I need you to be ready to run.” If the girl in front of you wasn’t awake; she was now. She nodded tossing on the hoodie as you closed your eyes trying your best to focus on the sound downstairs but the beating of Wednesday's heart made it difficult to hear. A frustrated growl was heard from you when you scooped the girl in your arms,

“I have to get you out of here.” You whispered but once she nodded everything slowed. You turned your head to see the doorknob moving, you didn’t have time to run. A shadow was seen crossing your window, you were trapped.

“Why don't you put your mate down and we can do this the easy way.”

You growled at the voice turning your body at the newborn that stood in your room with a bloody smile on his face as you placed Wednesday down but kept her as close to you as possible. He continued to talk but it all sounded muffled when you could feel the anxiousness from the girl next to you. Wednesday released a breath that seemed hollow, you spared her a glance seeing the airflow from her mouth. You looked around the room as the windows began to ice. Marija. You set Wednesday down, raising your hands up to show some sort of mercy. Oh but not for you. For her. They could rip you to pieces, it'll save not only time but the life that you now have standing next to you.

“Or maybe I can use that pretty little thing as leverage.” He spat taking a step causing Wednesday to take one back. You composed yourself by taking a step forward.

“Or I can rip that tongue of yours out and hang you from the ceiling.” threatening the man seemed to cause the atmosphere to shift but the way he mentioned Wednesday, everything around you darkened.

One minute you’re next to Wednesday thinking of a plan to escape this intruder, then the next you’re standing face to face with your bedroom door and a loud thump was heard behind you. You kept your back towards the girl praying to the gods that it was not her. It can’t be. Your mother mentioned the feeling of losing a mate when you were younger. The way your bones break, the feeling of your dead heart breaking. Your fathers brother lost his mate and with the pain he felt he almost went off the edge of drenching himself in gasoline and standing over the fireplace, ready to end it all. You slowly turned to see the newborn laying on the floor with blood seeping from his chest. A faint beat was felt in your hand when you looked down to see his heart still pumping in your hand. You looked up to meet Wednesday's eyes but it felt as if your own heart was ripped from your own when a tall hooded figure had Wednesday in his hold with his sharp nails to her throat.

“I will not kill her, but I will hurt her in ways you cannot imagine.” the voice of the man whispered as your knees ached and crashed you to the ground. You huffed looking up at the man through your lashes, he sent you a fanged smile letting go of Wednesday and kneeled in front of you. His long slender fingers ran across your jaw as he chuckled,

“Amazing. The pain you hold deep in your heart is…”

A grunt was heard from you when heat was coursing through your veins. You shook but the smile on the man's face grew. You knew who he was but the pain, anger and fear you felt left you in the state you were in. Kneeled.

“The key.”

The man grabbed your shoulder lifting you onto your feet dragging you out the bedroom but not without sparing a glance towards Wednesday. She took a step back but you looked up to hear the man's voice yet his lips were not moving. Your brows furrowed when the shadow from minutes before appeared behind Wednesday. You were quick to lunge at the newborn but the hold the demon had on you sent you back into his embrace.

“She will not harm your mate. You have my word.” He whispered in your ear but you still squirmed in his hold but huffing once Wednesday sent you a small nod. Whimpering, your head hung low as the man blurred you down to the living room. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Everyone was sitting on the middle of the floor with rope tied around their wrist. Marija attempted to sit up when she caught sight of you but one of the newborns sent a fist into her jaw, sending her crashing on top of Bora. Flashing her fangs, Bora's eyes widen at the sight behind you. You turned to see the man's hood now off and you were right.

“Alucard.” You whispered, taking a step back. He sent you a smile running his slender fingers through his long hair. The newborns soon departed from the room out the back door except for one. Once you turned to see why he had not left a horrid vision flashed between your eyes.

“You.” You growled out, blurring to the man wrapping your hand around his throat. Panic swarmed his eyes when Alucard stood back watching everything unfold.

“Tell me, how would it feel if I rip your heart out your chest and feed it to the wolves?” You roared out, sinking the man deeper into the wall as his legs buckled beneath him. The cries from your family echoed in your mind when you could have sworn he saw them too. Alucard stood amazed at the anger that seeped from your skin, the pain you felt not once but twice. The images of your fathers family being slaughtered in front of your eleven year old eyes. That face; that face was the cause of the nightmares you endured for years till your mother fed you with the story of the necromancer. That face scarred you, he murdered your cousins. The voices in your head screamed for revenge, but you couldn’t seem to dig your fingers into his throat.

“Get the hell out of my sight before I rip your head off” you grit out staring deep into his soul. As if he could feel the pain and anger clawing its way out, he slipped out your hold once he felt the grip you had loosen. You kept your gaze onto him until he was out the back. Turning to the Alucard, he sent you a fanged smile walking to Bora placing his hand onto her shoulder.

“What I witnessed was…fascinating. Wasn’t it Shash?” Alucard spoke leaning down whispering in her ear. Bora growled, shoving his hand off. Shash? That is Navajo. You thought to yourself. You eyed the OB but you noticed there was one missing, moving deeper into the living room to find Alek away from the rest of the crew. You took a step in his direction when a hand was wrapped around your arm.

“That one is to remain untouched.” Alucard whispered, you turned back giving him a look, “This one has been on the run from me for a very long time.” After you saw Alek stir awake, a blur ran past you and Alek was no longer in sight. A cry filled your ears when you were quick to blur out the house to find a few newborns with their teeth piercing into their flesh. Heat sprung from your palms erupting the newborns in flames. A few more came into your views standing into an attacking position, you dug your feet into the soil as a roar flew out your mouth. Alek cupped his ears at how loud it was along with the newborns now kneeling in front of you.

“You never fail at surprising me.” Alucard spoke from behind you, turning to face the man. You walked up to the man coming face to face with him with your gold iris now glowing brighter than ever before.

“You touch him again-” You stopped moving your hand back sending a newborn in flames that now laid next to Alek in a pit of ashes. “-and I will slaughter your entire army.” You finished keeping your eyes locked into his. There was eerie silence but the man soon smiled widely letting a howl of laughter.

“You have my word, but-” He waved his hand when a group of newborns blurred the unconscious man into the house as Alucard did the same for you. You saw the OBs free from their restraints and now looking between you and the man who has a grip on your shoulder.

“There are some things you and I need to sort out.” and when his grip on your shoulder tightened, everything around you slowed. Your eyes met Wednesdays and the way her color drained from her face caused your arm to reach out to her but a flash shuttered between your eyes when you landed face first into a cold texture. You groaned, spitting out what you presumed was snow.

“I got to stop face-planting.” Mumbling, you picked your head up to see white surrounding you. Taking in the scenery, fingers wrapped around your ankle dragging you away from the snow into a dark, cold scene. You turned onto your back coming face to face with a serious Alucard.

“I have been tracking the Council for the last week and I am the bearer of bad news-” he starts walking deeper into this cave that reeked of death, “-but the Council will be arriving sooner than we expected.” He finished placing his hand into the fire and placing the flames into a small crack on the wall. The cave seemed like some sort of light show but once the cavern was lit a face that you had seen once in your life caused you to crawl back in horror.

“What the hell?” You whispered out, slowly standing to your feet. “You…” stammering over your words, Alucard nodded, piercing his claw into the unconscious demon's neck. He jerked awake catching your panicked eyes. A sickening smile painted his face when he stole a glance at your shaking hands.

“Il dio della morte” (This is in italian, i cant remember what it meant- OOPS) he whispered out as his pitch black eyes stared into yours. He sent you a smirk but a hiss flew out his mouth when Alucard sunk his claw deeper into his neck.

“Now, you will let our Ascendant here know what needs to be done for demons like you.” Alucard spoke, the demon smirk grew when your golden eyes brightened. “Heart and head need to be away from the body and both the body and parts need to be set on fire in the span of a few minutes or their bodies will implode and a gas will seep from their pores and kill you and your army in a matter of time.” The man spoke, watching your movements when you took a seat onto the log that sat near the fire.

“I don’t have an army and now with this new information, how will we defeat them?” Whispering, you ran your fingers over the small dagger that laid next to the flames. You glanced at the demon that caused everything to darken around you. The OB’s and Reinfield flood your mind, with the experience they hold and the limited time you all have left, maybe they could teach you what the Council may not know. You were connected with them like a pack, so the distant voice in your head was the OB. Your eyes narrowed on the slight head movements from the demon in front of you. Alucard was pacing behind the demon moving his gaze to him then you every few seconds. The Council was a pack, so what will happen if one strays?

“Kill him.”

Alucards head shook but the demon tilted his head, sending you a bloodied smile.

“I shall not. He is what we will use to find the destination of the Council.” You growled at his nonsense. You leaned down grabbing the dagger, secretly sliding it into your sleeve, then you stood walking towards the demon. You looked between the two then kneeled untying the silver chains wrapped around his wrist. “If you are not going to kill him, then release him.” You muttered, but the look on the demon's face seemed as if he was doubting the side he was on. Alucard gave you a look as you continued to untie the other wrist.

“You are writing yourself a death wish,” the demon whispered, you shook your head looking up through your eyelashes.

“If you do not wish to die today then I will spare you from the wraith I will release on your council,” You muttered, taking a step back from the demon glancing at the entrance. He sent you a look as a dark chuckle released from his lips,

“We wish you luck.” and with that, he started his way out towards the entrance. Alucard took his hood off releasing a frustrated grunt,

“He was our way to get to the Council first, how stupid could you be?” he spat but his expressions dropped when a smirk plastered on your face. You took a step back twirling the dagger that was now visible to the man in front of you. You took a step back, flinging the dagger towards the demon watching the weapon pierce through his skull. Grabbing the torch, you blurred towards his twitching body. grabbing the back of his neck, a horrid rip echoed around the cage when you stood up facing Alucard.

“Stupid enough to save us a few more days.” You spoke, placing the torch onto his body as the flames engulfed his body. Heavy breaths were heard from you when the veins were now visible from under your eyes. Taking a few steps back, you exhaled tapping your temple.

“His gift was telepathic communications. I could hear him speaking to them every detail of this place and we were exposed. We need to go back.” You muttered, grabbing the dagger that now held a small portion of the demon's blood. “And I have a feeling we can use their power against them.” Alucard hummed, taking a look around what you presumed this is where he has been hiding this whole time.

“From what I see you have done for me, we are in this together but we have to go warn the others.” You spoke taking off your shirt wrapping the cloth around the dagger. A hiss flew out your mouth when a pain shocked your side. You turned to Alucard to see his unreadable expression, he walked your way and right when he wrapped his arms around you, your legs gave in. Everything around you grew dark, heat traveled through your body and the pain you felt? A wail was heard from you when Alucard scooped you into his arms, blurring back to the OB’s.

At the OB Safe House.

Bora sat next to Wednesday who was in a daze with her eyes hollow but glued to the window that displayed the backdoor where she last saw you. Water was placed on the coffee table in front of her as Raina walked into the living room from the kitchen, handing Bora a blood bag. It was quiet. Not one word was exchanged between each other because what would they plan? You were with the most powerful being on the planet. Yes, you were powerful but not experienced like him. D and Alek came in from the back door with their heads hung low sending a sly shake of their heads to Bora.

“I lost their link once they left the room.” Alek whispered, plopping onto the sofa placing his head into his hands. Bora whispered amongst the OB trying to plan a way to at least get you back into the mind link to let them know you are okay at least. Wednesday kept her eyes still onto the window but a shake in the trees caught her eyes. Her knuckles turned white as her grip tightened around the water bottle she now had in her grasp. Raina heard the bottle crumble when her eyes landed on the girl's state.

“Wednesday, what’s wrong?” Wednesday's eyes turned after hours when her eyes told Raina what she needed to know.

“They’re hurt.” Wednesday whispered and that's when the entire OB was now on their feet ready to attack whoever caused you harm. The front door was heard and Alucard walked in with you unconscious in his arms. Everyone made their way to him when your head hung with white substance leaking from your mouth.

“What the hell happened?” Bora barked, fear seeping from her skin. Alucard ignored everyone's drastic questions and made his way to the Med-Room laying you onto the stretcher. Wednesday saw your lifeless body and all she could do is keep her eyes on your hand that hung.

“Nicked by Wallum” Alucard mumbled, ripping open your white shirt rolling you onto your side. Bora and Raina were by your side getting needles after needles, Bora noticed the shaking in Raina's hands as she held them over your side trying her best to help you fight off whatever was invading your body.

“Wallum is an ancient substance hunters used for people like us-” Alucard spoke as he carefully grabbed the dart, yanking it out as fast as he could. “-a mixture of Vervain, White lotus and…” he paused, seeing the dark substance seep out of your skin. He turned to see Raina keeping her gaze focused on the liquid transferring it into a tube. “Council blood.”

Raina huffed, wiping her hands on her sides glancing at D holding Marija in her arms. D sent her a nod as she led Marija out the room. Tears were present. Your body was too cold. No one knew what to do. Alucard's eyes ran over your body trying to pinpoint how this could happen,

“They were struck. It is an ancient dart, still you can get things like this from the right people.” He started running his finger over your side. His eyes ran across the room when his figure was now by the fridge.

“Hunters use this weapon to weaken their target; kill them. They can not last with this in their system. They will not be able to defeat the council in this condition.” He continued grabbing the blood eyeing the label. “They need their mates' venom.”

Wednesday's eyes widened, she was not turned. She has not done this ceremony with you from what the OB has said. She glanced at Raina and Bora who stood there with a look of concern.

“Wednesday is not one of us yet.” Bora answered, Alucard sighed clasping his hands together looking between your stirring body and the girl. A groan slipped past your lips and everyone was quick to your aid. You lifted your hand signaling them to back up, sitting up you looked around to find the girl that invaded your mind. Your arms were quick to wrap around the girl into a tight embrace.

“Well the ascendant should start making arrangements now for one of the two things that are now at stake,” Alucard spoke, walking out the back door taking one last look at you, who was now on your feet holding your side.

“For what?” You mumbled, moving your arm to hold Wednesday as close as you could to your side. Alucards face held an unreadable expression, glancing from the door then back at you.

“Your funeral or hers.”

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A/n: I forgot to press post on Thursday...oops

#wlw #fanfiction #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #lgbtq #wednsday addams #love #book

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 26 days

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The way substance abuse has been handled on the show thus far genuinely upsets me and reeks of writers who either 1.) don't understand the subject matter they're presenting and haven't done even the bare minimum to research it or, worse, 2.) simply don't care.

Apologies for the slight rant incoming, your comment about how it has been mostly "handled" off-screen got me going because that's 100% true and in that truth is such a missed opportunity for the show. The way it has been handled winds up feeling incredibly shallow and juvenile at the end of the day, especially for a piece of media that is attempting to present itself as "adult" and navigate multiple incredibly sensitive topics. I'll try not to get into my own personal experiences and will speak broadly, but the show uses substance abuse more as a cheap character flaw to poke fun at or something to magically handwave away when it is inconvenient, rather than the life-altering, debilitating illness that it is.

Nothing about Angel's use is ever meaningfully explored. It's so (apparently) unimportant to his arc and development that one rude comment from Husk (a character who ALSO has a problem with gambling and alcohol that is never addressed) is all it takes for him to suddenly "resist temptation" and be shown as "recovered" (unless I'm misremembering). Or was he suddenly going to counseling off-screen too and its just another thing that will be told to us rather than shown? And how does Charlie even handle that at the Hotel (I'd be really interested in this as a moment for her character to have to grow/change too)? Does she even understand substance abuse and the many unaddressed systemic factors that can influence it? Or is the entire recovery process just shame based (because that works so well /s) combined with some more corny trust exercises? Why is this incredibly serious topic relegated to the background as if it's unimportant?

Recovery is hard. It is emotional and exhausting. Withdrawal (depending on what you're coming off of) can sometimes mean excruciating, unimaginable pain and in some cases people literally die. It is not a funny "ha-ha I take drugs because I'm chaotic and wild" quirk to be adored or glorified and it definitely should not be presented as something that can be wrapped up in a month or two off-screen without any development whatsoever. That's just insulting.

When you approach a topic like substance abuse and recovery, I personally feel you need to take in all sides of it. All the missteps that come with it (two steps forward one step back - mistakes are expected and okay), the self-loathing, the guilt and shame, the joy, the sense of freedom, the loss, and the best part of all: the incredibly difficult but liberating journey that is rebuilding your life and learning to love yourself and your body again, once you've chosen to be free and to live life.

Mad props to anyone who has ever battled this disease. You are strong, you are worth it and you are valued. Lol I am so sorry for going off here but I so appreciate you calling out the lack of exploration on this topic in the show. I guess I didn't even realize how annoyed and upset it was making me feel (praying this is coherent...).

This was absolutely coherent don’t worry!! Im really glad to see other people talking about this. I myself have not struggled with drug addiction but I have struggled with other kinds and as someone that studies a bunch of medical junk, I’d say I’m decently knowledgeable.

I’m mainly going to focus on Angel for this since he’s the main character I write for, but I assure you other characters addictions are also handled in my rewrite.

During the actual canon show, we don’t see Angel actually abusing substances that often; there’s a few times, most notably in episode 4, but from the rest of the show onward we hardly see anything. Yes in episode 6 they mentioned relapsing, which, mind you, was done horribly, but I digress. They touch on relapsing; Angel relapses, and then… what..??? What happened from that? I don’t feel upset or second hand guilt of any kind from this scene because we haven’t seen Angel’s attempts to stay sobre and off drugs.

His name is fucking Angel Dust. You don’t, I dunno, think that’d entail a higher dependency on drugs? Why do you think he named himself that?

About his name before anything else, the show has so much potential later on to talk about Angel picking out his drag name and why he chose that specifically. So much potential to explore how he views drugs and himself. He sees them as an escape and something “fun” to take his mind off of his actual life. When you die in a fucking coma and wake up in hell as a spider you’re going to want an escape. You will want to ignore reality. I am fully convinced Angel picked his name once he started performing because thats what he needed at the time. He needs to be like that to survive in hell. Angel is an incredibly mentally ill, troubled, traumatised, and unstable person, and being surrounded by so much intense negative influence only amplifies his current problems. I don’t mean to drag Vox in here but in my last redesign post I mentioned how very mildly bad people can become even worse people in hell because of the environment and this is no different for Angel. He’s been surrounded by crime and drugs his entire life and unable to live comfortably because of his sexuality. He has very likely been struggling with substances since he was a teen. Possibly even younger. He is not going to suddenly get over his addiction because of something like this. It could pave the way to him looking into dealing with it, but things like this can take years. I don’t remember when my addiction started; I’ve been clean for 2 1/2 years now I think, but the amount of relapsing and anguish I experienced while working towards that isn’t something that can be done in a few days or months. I still struggle with feeling like I deserve to say I’m recovering.

I’m hoping they tactfully handle this as they should, but my hopes are low. It’s okay to show a character relapsing. It’s okay to show a character feeling guilty. What matters is that the struggle is there to signify they’re trying. For a character with a song called “Addict” you really don’t see much of it. Drug and alcohol addiction is not a silly thing to just twiddle your fingers with and be like “well I guess thats over!” It’s incredibly insensitive to do so.

Whenever I write about Angel’s struggles with addictions, I focus on how small they can feel until you realise what’s actually happening. Just me talking about my rewrite again, but to get my ideas out here: Angel smokes often. He smokes at the studio when he’s stressed, he smokes at the hotel when he’s stressed, he smokes at in alleyways when he’s bored, there’s almost no location he won’t, but sometimes he tries to smoke less. His lungs aren’t the same as humans and technically he has 2 pairs of lungs, but smoking causes him to cough. This is painful in general and especially painful for Angel since he has barbs going down the back of his throat. Imagine choking on sandpaper, kind of like that. It’s painful, he doesn’t like the sound, Fat Nuggets REALLY doesn’t like the sound, and it’s an overall inconvenience, so he tries to stop smoking as much. Periods like this usually go fine for him until the stress returns or he starts to feel the withdrawal. Withdrawal from any sort of addiction is terrible, and in Angel’s case, just from not smoking it worsens his mental state further. He becomes irritable and stressed and that stress leads to wanting to smoke again to calm down. He may resist a few times and those times should be praised, but he gives in eventually. One cigarette to calm down becomes two, then three, and before he can process himself getting carried away, the entire pack is gone. It’s things like this that make addiction horrible. It’s something that deeply scared me when I was struggling. When I was struggling I was still in the mindset of “I can stop when I want to” and then being so suddenly hit in the face with the realisation that I’m not longer in control of this is terrifying. I could not stop when I wanted to. There were even points where I didn’t want to stop. Even just getting the smallest glimpse of this in an incredibly serious manner with Angel Dust would surprise me. To think the bar is this low on a show that seemingly prides itself on tackling such sensitive topics like you said is appalling. Your show shouldn’t have to be told how to write itself.

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READER my au X ASL TRIO

Part 1 "The beginning"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6

TW:BLOOD,SCARATCHES,BRUISES, RUNAWAY,BROKEN BONES,F!READER, TRAUMA

You are quietly walking in the hallways of the Clestial Dragon ship. Silently wiping your bloody child hands on your ripped robe,and hide in a crate that would be thrown overboard. The Clestial guards grab the crate as you cover your mouth with your hands to not make noise. The guards throw the crate over board with some other unnecessary items, not knowing the let a slave escape.

Finally escaped.. from the hands of the Celestial Dragon. Your not sure if you will make it, just being stuck in a crate at the dead of night. So you slowly open the top of crate and go into the water as cold water hits your skin. You can still see the ship not to far away from you so you have to be quiet. You see what looks like several hills, moutains, cliff? Whatever it was it might be helpful in your escaping. You climb the cliff, your hands and feet bleeding. You keep climbing carefuly and focus on your grip or you'll fall. You almost missed your footing but regained it again and finally reached the top of the cliff.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding trying to calm yourself from the spike of adrenaline rush. Your finally...safe.. You see that up here there is a foreat with trees that are 50x bigger than you. You slolwy stand up as pain washes over your body, you fall face first on the grass, dirt covering your cheek. You stand up once more now being able to hold yourself up. Throwing the hood tagt is attached to the robe over your head to cover your face. Now start walking into the forest.

After a couple of steps you put one foot in the ground, more like one foot in the grave as you hear your feet bone "crack"now probably broken. You shake it off and keep walking, as the chains that uses to hold you, slides on the ground, around your feet, neck, wrist..especially sea stone which was even worse. You dont dare make a sound a you step on a sharp object. "Shh"you tell yourself or they might hear you. "Run from the ship, all you need is your name" you tell yourself as you still feel the carving of your name in the seastone collar. You wipe the sweat on your brow (which really didnt mattered cuz you were already soaked when you were swimming to begin with) and you feel your blood running through your veins.

You shake your head as "what if" thoughts run through your head. "Dont think twice, you'll be dead in the second. If I dont find a safe place" I think to myself as I keep speed-walking looking for anyone who can help me. My neck and chest are starting to ache and ache. I let out a scream in pain as I try to keep my ground. You turn your eyes from your hands to the heaven as you pray for some good luck to come. You pass through every thought that happen before being captured by the Clestial Dragons. Your life wasn't good before you got captured but you had freedom. Killed your pride.

You keep your guard up already killling a few animals you were about to attack, turning your fear into a wepon. Oh how long you've walked and your body feels like its about to collapse, your eyelids slowly closing. " No. Dont you let them take control or take my soul now" you tell yourself as you keep walking.

You see a house or somthing like that and it has people inside and god they were LOUD! "Will they help me, or mabye they w.." "no, no time for takebacks." Your vision slolwy blurring and becoming fuzzy. With the last energy you knock on the door. Ou see a shadow walking to the door from the inside "its not the devil at the door jeez" you hear a person sayfrom inside and you see your shadow on the floor before you collapse onto the ground. You see in a blurty sight a big person probaly a man with orange hair and a cigar, with a white blouse. Then everything goes black.

A/n:Ima make a part 2 so dont worry, i had this idea and wanted to make a comic but thats not going to happen so im now writing a fic.

#one piece #reader x character #freedom #asl trio #asl brothers #celestial #celestial dragons #one piece luffy

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vauxxy · 1 month

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my camp half blood oc ^_^

YALL SHES ADORABLE

her name is odette van schmidt and she’s a child of dionysus 😇

her story is actually rlly funny tbh. makes me crack up a bit. so here it is

basically dionysus met her mum (a rich socialite) at a party she was throwing for the opening of an art gallery, and it was getting late so everyone was going home. odettes mum looked over at dionysus and was like ‘omfg these old geezers r soooo boring. wanna hit the club?’ and dionysus was like ‘have my baby’ SO SHE DID.

9 months later she gave birth to odette van schmidt: the lying, unstable (possible future addict), drama queen JOY of dionysus.

by the time odette turned 14, her mum was like ‘right. this girl needs to get her ass to boarding school’ bc she could not stop CAUSING A RUCKUS. she was a menace during important parties and events- not because she wasn’t good at parties; but because they weren’t fun. while her mum agreed with her, she had grown out of her party girl phase and had to settle down.

well, odette didn’t fight her mums decision to send her to boarding school. after all, that’s where the craziest shit happens, doesn’t it? especially in new york.

so imagine this: odette van schmidt, the pretty girl with weird eyes and designer clothes CHOWING DOWN ON SPECIAL BROWNIES WITH HER ROOMMATE WHO LOOKS LIKE HOMELESS MAN IN A PRETTY GIRLS BODY.

odette could NOT stop getting into trouble. always sneaking off with her friends, partying her weekends away. by the age of 15 she had developed a pretty bad habit of taking a shot of vodka every sunday morning to get through the preachy ass mandatory services.

odettes mum had enough when she found out her daughter wasn’t taking her meds everyday at 8:00, and was instead lighting up at 4:20.

odettes mum had to call her baby daddy and tell him to pick her up for the summer. odette heard this call, and jumped to the conclusion she was getting sent to REHAB. so she ran.

she ran fast and fast and fast and fast. all the way from manhattan to queens.

ofc odette always saw weird shit. but she just always chalked it up to sleep deprivation, adhd, maladaptive daydreaming, and later in her teens: drug induced hallucinations.

after walking around new york aimlessly for 3 hours to escape rehab, her mum gave her a call.

“hey odette… can you come back home? bc ur lowkey a demigod and I WONT SEND YOU TO REHAB BABY IM SORRY I WONT ITS FINE YOU WERE ONLY SMOKING WEED ITS OKAY BABY-”

BOOM. hellhound right in the middle of the dingiest 7/11 in all of queens.

odette booked it- already terrified by what her mum said, and even more so by this terrifying dog thing.

she ran down at alleyway, hoping to escape the gross mangy dog, but she wasn’t fast or sharp enough to lose it or outsmart it. the hellhound attacked her from behind, ripping through the back of her shirt and leaving a scar that ran across the length of her back.

like that shit was BIG. like, from her neck down to her hipbone.

odette was vengeful thoguh. she was more angry than she was in pain, so she took out her pocketknife and started stabbing and punching that thing away. LIKE. HOW WOULD THAT EVEN PROTECT HER FROM A HELLHOUND??? but then the mutt started chasing its tail and howling like crazy, making it easier to put it down like an old dog.

and poof.

into thin air.

“alright what the fuck”

so there she lay- sitting and panting and wheezing in an alleyway, bleeding out. so she decided to pray,

“god i’m sorry for drinking on sundays! i’m sorry for using bible pages to roll! i’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“girl, it’s fine.”

all of a sudden, there was this middle aged guy in front of her with the same eyes as her and the worst fashion sense she’d ever seen.

“i didn’t know jesus shopped at h&m…”

“jeez, you sound like ur mother.”

after 10 awkward seconds of silence, odette passed the fuck out. bc her back is a war zone. obviously.

when she woke up the next day, she was at the most rank hospital she’d ever been to. but all the doctors were cute. they were all blonde and spoke like poets and had such gentle hands. but they were wearing the most atrocious orange shirts.

good thing I’VE got STY-

odette looked down at herself. “are you fucking kidding me.”

orange was not her colour. it was purple.

after she got all healed up, two blonde 13 year olds who looked just like her arrived at the infirmary. “hiiiiii welcome to rehabbbbbbb”

“oh my god i’m actually going to kill myself”

castor and pollux eventually cleared up mostly everything about camp (after fucking around with their new older sister a bit more, of course), and proceeded to take her to get some food in her tall ass stomach.

she ate. and then she ate a bit more. and then she complained. and then she asked if her mum has her ‘crazy meds’. and then she asked for new clothes. and then she called her mummy and asked her for new clothes or perfume or anything. and then she walked over to the big house to complain about something again.

and as soon as she walked through the doors, screaming about how she can’t party with a torn up back- she was claimed.

“oh my gods odette. we have your stuff. its fine. it’s cool. you’re my daughter btw. and no drinking at camp.”

“… why would my mum fuck a guy who shops at h&m?”

“I DO NOT SHOP AT H&M, I AM A GOD-“

odette blanked. she wasnt really good at faces. much better with names. that’s what u get for being a history buff who can’t make eye contact i guess.

“… which one, sorry?”

“… dionysus?”

“oh. that checks out.”

#pjo #pjo oc #pjo ocs #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo series #dionysus #child of dionysus #dionysus kids #cabin 12 #cabin 12 oc #odette van schmidt #odette

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finneysbaseball · 2 years

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headcanons of being on your period and how i think the ghost boys would react

(im on my period rn so this might be self projecting)

literally supposed to be cleaning cus I'm getting a new bed today but like

finney blake

now ik this boy would be so sweet

but so clueless

he had a mom but she didn't teach him anything about this stuff

he did research about it because gwen has her period

and he does the best he can

now he will get you pads, but he'd probably have gwen actually buy them.

he would rub your stomach if you asked

he'd let you cry on his shoulder if your pains get too bad (me rn bro)

he would be so scared of u

like you're mood swings

he'd be hiding from u bro

thats it's for my lil anxiety filled boy

robin arellano

ok for robin

he'd be so nice about it

like if u bleed on his bed? its ok! he'll get new sheets it wasn't your fault

he would def get u pads

he dont gaf whos looking

he'd be like "tf u looking at🤨" if someone even questions him

he'd lay with u in bed all day<3

and he'd lend u his jacket if u bled thru your pants

and if someone sees the leak and says someone about it?

oh god just pray for them

bruce yamada

IM LITERALLY GONNA AHHHH

this man would be sooo nice about it

likeee

he'd def go out of his way to get you everything you need

a new heating pad? done.

candy? snacks? drinks? also done.

pads? tampons? already had some in his personal bathroom for you.

wanna cuddle all day doing nothing?

UH YES

if someone said something ab you being moody he'd cuss them out

like this boy is nice

like even nice to ppl he doesn't like.

but if someone is being mean to you?

he is not taking that bro

also he'd be so nice ab your mood swings

vance hopper

ok first things first.

i hc that he has only sisters.

no boys just all girls and then him

maybe ab like 4 sisters yk

and he is absolutely a mamas boy

u cannot tell me other wise

and since he has 4 sisters he knows alot about this stuff.

know, i dont particularly think he would go out to get u pads unless he absolutely has too

and since he has 4 sisters who all have their periods (expect his youngest sister who is 6)

they would be stocked up on feminine hygiene

and his sisters would LOVEE YOUUU

you'd cuddle in his room

ok so mood swings

yk he has a temper so you would be arguing bro

his sisters would be like "🍿🍿"

while you 2 we're arguing

yk i think it would be bickering

not like "oh i hate u arguing"

like old married couple arguing

billy showalter

now i don't know much about him so pls bear with me

he wouldn't be over nervous but he wouldn't be that calm either?

you and him would go to the store and get all that you needed, his mom took you both

know imo i think he'd be just a tad embarrassed to be seen getting pads?

idk

he'd still be sweet about it

he'd make you any kind of food (well his mom but yk he poured your drink give him cred)

and then you'd both go into his room and cuddle while he read a book to you:)

ok thats it my lovelys i hope u enjoyed!

also feel free to send me headcanon requests i love making these when i have time!

#finney blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #vance hopper #the black phone #brady hepner #tbp #gwen blake #billy showalter #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper x reader

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 2 months

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4/8/2024 eclipse notes

Overall it was a hopeful day for me despite the ever-looming sense of mourning. but the eclipse made it feel special. this eclipse was so mathematically rare because of the exact EXACT chiron conjunction. down to the minute. never experienced something so precise in my 15 yrs observing astrology.. i lit a candle for sammy & spent a while praying then did yoga n journalled outside as the eclipse waned. u couldnt see the full thing here but i saw a little ^.^

i've talked about chiron on the blog b4 but if ur not sure basically it's a major asteroid named after chiron the centaur, "The Wounded Healer". i feel that nickname sums up wat chiron's about, it's your deepest pain, isolation, rejection, & it's where your greatest potential to heal others (+yourself) can be brought forth. so chiron was turbo-activated today. it's digging up a lot of sh** for me truly. like this is rly crazy. but what i realized today is that i'm in the best place i've ever been to grieve, that was my eclipse revelation i spose.

and this is the most painful loss i have experienced in a loooong long time bcus this was someone i spoke to basically every day for the past year. but even then, i feel sm more equipped to get thru it , even if i feel rly quiet rn & not like myself, i kno it'll pass & i'll feel like i can be normal again. dnt feel much like posting rn but i'll get back to it eventually cus sammy rly loved my blog like sincerely i never felt embarrassed that he read my posts. although i do feel this is causing me another minor crisis over internet usage & how to exist online, i know i have to keep posting for sammy P..

yeah ahh the sadness comes in waves but im really glad i am where i am rn to process it all. it's weird to know this will impact my whole life going forward. it makes me think back to sain;t's death and how that changed the course of everything. except back then i was in the WORST environment to cope with it. it's so different now. saint's full name was saint chiron too !! so i always think of them when new chiron sky theatrics are happening. i'm like Awww Saint Wouldve loved writing a 10 paragraph introspective post about this ...They trained me in this manner :>

couldnt resist a late night ramble as i am ever so restless. tomorrow i have therapy for the first time since the day before denji ate a ziploc bag and got emergency surgery. i think that was like 3? weeks ago?? so basically i'm convinced time isnt real anymore because there's no way it hasn't been 3 months. rapid fire trauma lol o_o like please wonderful lord in heaven can we just pick, a struggle , one single struggle is enough. tysm. thats all for now.. trying not to scroll the dash because everything make me feel too crazy rn so pls dont think im ignoring u everyone Ok ilu.. gn

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insidemymind19 · 11 months

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About you

Part 2

I’m really not sure how I feel about this so any feedback is more than welcome

Warnings: heavy mentions of: drug use,miscarriage,blood,pregnancy,TRNSMT 2017

If your uncomfortable with any of these subjects please DONT READ

2017

“Els whereee are you” she hears Matty’s voice boom around the hotel room as she retches into the toilet once more. “There you are my darling princess angel.” He’s high again. “I can’t wait for this show tonight the Scottish crowds are fucking amazing I just feel so good” he yells not even noticing his girlfriend clinging to the toilet like her life depends on it. “Come on baby let’s go to the bar get a drink loosen up before the show” he coaxes completely oblivious to the situation in front of him. “No matty I have to get ready and I don’t think you need anymore” Ellie tries to be as delicate as possible as not to annoy the high man in front of her, “right ok be like that then I’ll just go alone you obviously don’t want to spend any time with me” he deadpans not understanding what she’s saying. “Matty I didn’t mean it like that” she yells as she hears the hotel door slam behind him. She can’t cope with him when he’s like this. Elouise reaches for her phone and shoots a message to the group chat they set for situations like this, ‘he’s really bad today said he was going to the bar can someone go find him don’t think he wants to see me at the moment. This shows going to be rough’ she hits send praying that some of the guys are able to sober him up before the show.

“Ok what’s wrong you’re being quite” Ross asks Ellie as he sits in her hotel room after a few minutes of observing her, “Ross I don’t know what to do” Ellie replies emotion leaking through her voice with Ross instantly having an idea what she’s talking about. “Elouise it’s not your responsibility to look after him yes you might be together but you know how he is he’ll not listen to any of us, we all know he needs help but we can’t do that until he realises himself” Ross tell her curtly. “I know that but that’s not everything” Ellie thinks for a moment as to whether or not to tell him. “I… Im.. um” “Ellie just spit it out” Ross replies wanting to know what’s going on. “I’m pregnant” Ellie replies quickly, not wanting to admit what is happening. Ross is taken aback by this revelation. “Are you sure, have you done a test? You might not be” Ross replies trying to reassure the women sat in front of him. “Yes Ross I’m sure I’ve done 4 tests” Ellie Quietly says. “Shit does matty know” “no I don’t know how to tell him. What if this tips him over the edge Ross I can’t do it on my own” Ellie replies desperation in her voice. Ross’s Heart breaks for the blonde women he considers a sister sat in front of him tears in her eyes instantly engulfing her in a hug, “Elouise so many people are there for you and I know for a fact you would never be on your own ok, me George, Adam, Carly,Grace, your mum, Denise So many people care about you Ellie” Ross replies doing his best to reassure her all things considering.

As Ellie stands side stage at TRNSMT she knows this is going to tough, just then she feels George place an arm around her shoulder and a soft kiss on her head whispering a “we’ll be ok.” they take the stage and start to play the opening notes to love me she watches Matty prance around the stage her heart aching not only for him but for the little life inside of her.

the show is over they’re all sat quietly backstage Matty nowhere to be found Ellie feels a sharp pain in stomach, something she’s been feeling since she stepped off stage, Ross notices her face screw up in pain, “you ok” he says in her direction alerting to George and Adam to the situation too, “um yeah probably just soar from standing up for so long and not eating” Ellie says trying not to alert the other whilst reassuring herself. “Ellie you’re bleeding” Adam says as he notices the blood pool in her lap the pain in her abdomen crippling now. “Elouise we need to get to the hospital now” Ross says panicked as he watches the colour drain from her face her eyes growing droopy. “Wait what’s wrong what’s happening” George asks not understanding the situation. “She’s pregnant” Ross hastily explains whilst lifting the barley conscious women into his arms, “Els hey look your going to be ok Yeah everything’s going to be fine” he tries to reassure her whilst lacing his finger in hers

‘Where am I’ Ellie thinks to herself, light blinding her a horrible aching in her stomach, the familiar feeling of a calloused hand in hers, a constant beeping sending a piercing pain through her aching head. After a few moments she gains the energy and whimpers softly, alerting the man beside her as her reassures her with his words that she’s ok squeezing her hand softly, a feeling she knows all to well from him, she lets out a soft murmur of his name “matty” she tries to move to see him a horrible pain spasming through her stomach groaning in pain, “hey hey Els don’t move ok” she opens her eyes at the unmistakable sound of Adams voice, glancing around the room in her confused state “where’s matty” “I need matty” Ellie pleads with Adam, “do you remember what happened Ellie” Adam asks cautiously not really sure how to approach the subject “I remember being in pain on stage” then suddenly it clicks “wait Adam is the baby ok” “is my baby ok” she asks Adam in desperation. The look on her face tells her all she needed to know, “I’m so so sorry el” Adam says as he dives into her arms to bring her some form of comfort. Ellie’s sure she feels her heart shatter in that moment, 5 words breaking her heart into tiny pieces “ I… I didn’t even get to tell matty” she sobs loudly “he didn’t even know” she lets out through straggled breaths. “Where is he” “why isn’t he here Adam” she screams.

Back at the hotel Matty is on a comedown. A bad comedown. Sitting at the toilet shaking and shivering, “Here mate drink some more of this, try get this shit out of your system” as George hands him a glass of water. “Where’s Ellie she’s got far better bedside manner than you” matty groans earning him a warning glare from george, he soon goes back to looking at his phone a worried expression on his face as he reads Ross’s message explaining that they’ve told her the news. Matty clocks the worried expression on his best friends face as he lifts his head, “whats with the face Georgie, who’s died” he questions tiredly, George giving him a look he can’t quite place, “what, what’s happened” matty asks. “Ellie she um.. No you know… um nothing it’s fine” George says quickly feeling like it’s not his place to break this news, but Matty needs to know what’s happening especially when it concerns Ellie.

Once again not sure about this but thank you so much for taking the time to read ❤️

#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 x reader #matty healy x reader #thoughts inside my mind #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #about you #matty healy fanfiction

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oldmanyaois · 10 months

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Im in dire need of some bottom Izzy or just would you be able to rec us your favourite izzy fics can be any ship any time just want to know your fave izzy fics

HMM i always love reccing fics but had no idea where to start, so i just stuck with bottom/sub izzy and edizzy (+ some side pairings) to narrow it down lol. also there are a lot of izzy-centric fics out there i rly love that have little/no smut at all, but these r just explicit-rated works since that's what i assume ur looking 4

to force his hand by alex51324

under the seams runs the pain by ajaxthegreat

we two boys together clinging by rimbaudofficial

new tricks by wrizard

burn and be forgiven by poppyinabreeze

plump, sweet, and begging for cream by nothingtoseehere4

filthy impetuous soul (I wanna give it to you) by shatteredhourglass

release in sodomy (one sweet moment) by izzyspussy

sing like a good canary by heizhands

cut the chord, overboard by anonymous

love is not like anything (especially a fucking knife) by redshift

take the pain, take the pleasure by shatteredhourglass

and I've prayed to appear fed by higgsbosonblues

doldrums by xylodemon

it's not like you got somewhere to be by robinade

training by spinelessdragon

crying in the shower by drool_kitten

what he needs by soiboi69

man on fire by ajaxthegreat

oblivion by cloudspassmeby

you're so transparent by goresmores

oh, we're in the in between by hymn

don't ask me by sweveris

bury the hatchet by unlovedhands

never did care for arithmetic by sushiowl

look closely by mossydreamz

shape of suffering by shatteredhourglass

want it, take it by redshift

coldest form of war by sandpapersnowman

we've built an altar in the clouds by hymns

dressing down by schmirius

freezing hands and bloodless veins by givemebaretrees

cry for me by sweveris

muscle (into your bad dreams) by bitethehands

gomorrah by marcos_the_transfag

love the rush by exsanguinate

full to the brim by xylodemon

a prize for claiming by spookygenderfuck

just wait a little more by achilles_is_gay

employer offered workplace benefits by antimonicacid

gotta love a facial by leaveanote

desire is hunger by anonymous

devotion, I'm a slave onto the mercy of your love by plunderheavenblind

inconceivable by darkhedgehog

active listening by unlovedhands

renewing wedding vows in blood and bone by unlovedhands

bore into marrow by way_visceral

rock the boat by unlovedhands

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Shelby Sister/Isaiah- Christmas Baby

Christmas Eve and we have all gathered at aunt Polly's house

"Bloody hell YN your huge" Arthur shouts as Isaiah and I walk in, my hand on my very swollen stomach

"Thank you dear brother" i huff walking into the living room

"Maybe instead of staring at your sister you'd like to offer her your seat?" Polly looks at Arthur and John who are sat next to one another with a whisky in hand

"Here have mine" Tommy gets up from his chair "Lizzie would struggled getting up when she was that big. Those sofas are to low”

"Thanks Tom" I say waddling over to the chair, Isaiah and Tommy helping me down

"I'll get you a cuppa" Ada says smiling at me

"Thanks. He or she was meant to be here last week. I'm fed up, my feet ache my back hurts and to top it all off I've been having pains" I complain to my family

"Pains?" aunt Polly questions

"Just the odd pain, I spoke to my doctor apparently it's normal, braxton hicks they're called"

"Baby will be here before the end of the night, mark my words" Esme chuckles. I roll my eyes at my sister in law.

As the evening goes on the pains start to get worse and worse, still thinking it's braxton hicks I decided to go to bed early. However I wake up only after a few hours of sleep in agonising pain and the bed wet

"Polly!" I shout trying to sit up holding my stomach "Polly!" I shout again. Where the bloody hell is she?

Finally the door the the bedroom opens, my nephew Karl is stoop rubbing his eyes

"What's wrong auntie YN?"

"Go and get Polly or your mum or one of your aunts. Now!" I yell probably scaring the little boy. I hear his feet running downstairs then shouting. Eventually Polly, Esme, Lizzie, Linda and Ada are in my room

"Told you baby was going to be here soon" Esme smiles

"Hush you. If your going to be up here then at least be useful and help" Polly scolds "now you don't all need to be in here, Lizzie go and get hot water and some towels, Linda go pray somewhere"

"I'm going to bloody kill him for this Pol" I shout as the pain increases

"You say that now, but wait till the baby is in your arms, you'll want another" Esme laughs

Downstairs Isaiah is pacing up and down as the kids are now all congregated in the living room

"Is auntie YN dying?" Charlie asks he's dad

"Don't be silly Charlie. She's having a baby" one of Johns kids yells the young boy

“Shelby woman do pick there times don’t they”

"Should I be up there with her?" Isaiah asks

"This is woman's business" Arthur says taking his whiskey off the table in front "last thing she will want is you holding her hand. You put the baby in there"

"Dad how did Isaiah put the baby in auntie YN?"

"Now you've done it" John laughs

"Just sit down and drink your whiskey" Tommy rubs his forehead. Isaiah follows what Tommy asks and sits down with his head in his hands

"How do woman do this? how has your Esme had 4 kids?"

"Always said it's worth it in the end" John replies.

The night drags on until I finally give birth to a baby boy just before midnight, his little cries can be heard from a mile away. Polly wraps him up in a bundle of blankets and places him in my arms

"Shhh Shhh" I bounce him trying to settle the baby

"Got a good set of lungs on him" Ada says sitting next to me

"I'll go and let Isaiah know" Esme smiles walking out of the room

"He's beautiful YN" Ada coos. I then hear someone running up the stairs, Isaiah no doubt. The door swings open and within a second he's by my side

"How are you feeling? is he ok?"

"Yes dear he's fine" I chuckle

"And you?" Isaiah asks again

"Im fine, just tired and in need of a good bath" I yawn

"Get some sleep love, we all need to. He'll be waking us all up" Polly says.

I'm not sure how much sleep any of us actually got that night, but the next day I'm sat downstairs rocking the baby while watching the other kids opening up their presents

"Merry Christmas everyone" Polly smiles holding a glass of whiskey in the air.

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