#Part one?

[theotherbuckley]

Bobby Nash - Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths (Part 1)

Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle Don't listen to what you've consumed It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy Of feeding and it's wholly untrue You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing It's all just conjecture and gloom And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it Do not waste yourself on this roof

#bobby nash #911 abc #911 fandom #911 edit #achilles come down #part one? #911 show #911edit #bobby nash edit #i think i will do one of these for each character #purple edit

[dragonmama76]

Beginnings

Part One Interlude Part Two Part Three

As Eddie held the broken bottle against Steve’s neck, Steve was preternaturally calm.  If asked, he would explain that he had been expecting this for years.  Today was the day that Eddie Munson was finally going to kill him.  He had fought monsters human and decidedly not human, but he always knew deep down that Eddie Munson would be the one to finally end it all.

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Eddie Munson was a late bloomer and spent his freshman year scrawny and shy. It didn’t help that he was into all kinds of nerd stuff and got bullied relentlessly.  He fancied himself a keen observer of people, though, and over the summer he plotted out a multi step plan to survive high school like it was one of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns he loved to create.  

First, he spent the summer getting stronger.  He didn’t work out exactly, but he was able to get a summer job as a house painter and by the end he was hauling paint cans up and down ladders like it was nothing.  It also didn’t hurt that puberty finally kicked in and he grew almost a foot.  

Next, he used his newfound cash to update his wardrobe.  Instead of trying to compete with the preppy jocks who tormented him, he went the other way.  He scoured the thrift shops for as much black as he could find and rounded it out with t-shirts from his favorite metal bands.  Black work boots, chains, and a pocket knife became his standard accessories and when Wayne took him to Indy before the start of school he scored a black leather jacket at a nicer second hand store.  Freshman orientation was coming and it would be time to put the final parts of his plan into motion.

The day the freshman came to tour the high school and get their schedules, Eddie was ready.  He leaned against a tree watching the new kids coming and going.  There were a few he clocked as fellow outcasts and nerds and took note.  He would approach them carefully when school started for real.  But at that moment he was waiting for something special.  And then it happened.  A group of three teens made their way to the gym doors, two boys and a girl, dressed like money grew on trees.  One of the boys was taller, more confident, with impeccably styled hair, and best of all, he carried a basketball like he knew what to do with it.  Target acquired.

Steve Harrington’s stomach was all tied up in knots.  He was nervous to be finally starting high school.  Tommy H. and Carol were chattering away but he couldn’t even hear them over the sound of his racing thoughts.  His dad had made it clear what he expected from Steve’s high school career and what the consequences would be if he didn’t follow through.  He doesn’t know what the hell he is doing, but at least maybe if followed his dad’s plan he would finally be proud of him. So he kept his head held high and imagined himself to be that guy.  Fake it ‘til you make it, right?  As he reached the gym door he felt eyes on him and glanced over to see the prettiest guy he had ever seen watching him.  As their eyes met, the boy scowled at him.  Steve winced and stumbled through the door.  What could he possibly have done to piss that guy off already?  “Not a good start, Steve,” he thought as the trio entered the school.  

Steve’s first few weeks of high school would have been pretty great if it wasn’t for his personal bully.  He landed a spot on the varsity basketball team, his teachers were nice enough to explain things twice if he had a question, and even though Tommy H. and Carol were officially dating now, they still included him in almost everything they did.  But when he was walking by himself in the halls, that older kid was always there either glaring or smirking at him.  He actually outright tripped him twice, once into a row of lockers.  Steve apologized at first, thinking maybe he had been at fault for bumping into him or something, but the guy had laughed at him and made some comment about dumb jocks better watch out.  Steve didn’t want to push back.  No matter what personal philosophy his dad ascribed to, Steve didn’t think violence was the answer.  He quickly figured out that the guy only seemed to target him when he was alone, though, so Steve started asking some of the girls in his classes if he could walk them to their next class.  They seemed to like that, and Steve was getting tired of being a third wheel all the time, so he asked a few out on double dates with his friends.  At least his dad would be happy, Steve was already getting a reputation as a ladies man.

Eddie was having the best year ever. Training this jock to be afraid of him, instead of the other way around, was a treat.  Eddie wasn’t a bad kid.  If anyone had called him out on bullying he would have been shocked.  This was a preemptive strike.  This was the ultimate battle of nerd versus jock.  This was war.  And Eddie was winning.  You didn’t have to be a genius to see that this Steve kid was asking for it.  His attitude, his clothes, his HAIR, and his, not at all surprising to Eddie, wild success with the female population of Hawkins High all confirmed that he needed to be taken down a peg.  And in the meantime, Eddie had gathered a crew of freshman nerds to spend time with and mold in his image.  He only needed one more element to complete his campaign against the jocks of Hawkins: A public confrontation.

Steve was starting to become complacent.  His plan to never be alone was working and while the scary kid following him around continued to make his presence known, at least he wasn’t pushing him anymore.  So he thought.  Except one afternoon in the cafeteria Steve’s luck ran out.  He had been balancing his tray on one hand while escorting his most recent conquest with the other when something slammed into him upending the tray of spaghetti.  Tears filled his eyes as the noise around him dimmed.  Why was this happening to him?  He tried to be nice to everyone.  He didn’t start fights or talk shit about people, even when Carol was at her bitchiest.  Why couldn’t he just fly under the radar?  As he looked up to see all eyes on him, the only noise that registered was the loud cackle from the boy next to him.  “I thought you jocks had better balance than that,” sneered his bully.  All the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head and he tried to stay calm, but when he glanced over and saw Lila covered in sauce something snapped.  

“What the hell is wrong with you?”  Steve shouted.  

“Me?” challenged the boy, “Not my fault you’re as clumsy as all get out.”  

Steve didn’t like to fight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t.  He pushed the taller boy and advanced on him fists clenched tight.  When he got close, a low voice rumbled, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” as the kid opened his jacket to reveal a knife clenched in his other hand.  Steve’s eyes were wide as he backed away.  “You’re a fucking freak, you know that?  Leave me alone! And leave my friends alone!”  Steve was just posturing at this point, but he kept a healthy distance between them since he sure as hell wasn’t getting in a knife fight, even if they were surrounded by spectators.  

“I AM a freak, and don’t any of you forget it!”  the boy shouted, “And you’d better be afraid if you know what’s good for you.”  

Just then the doors opened and the vice principal walked in. 

“Problems?” he demanded sternly.  

“No, sir,” Steve backed down completely.  “No problems here.” 

 “What about you, Munson?” a steely glare was directed at his adversary. 

 “No problemo.  I was just apologizing to King Steve here for bumping into him.”  The boys separated and Steve escorted Lila to their table, offering to grab extra napkins and helping to calm her down.  

“Nice going, King Steve,” Tommy H. cackled as they sat down.  “Have you ever, just once, won a fight?” 

“Shut it, Tommy.” Steve replied, “You didn’t see it.  That freak actually had a knife.  Stay away from him, he’s crazy and I dunno why but he hates me.”  No one commented when his voice broke at those last words.  “I think you were very brave,” whispered Lila and Steve suddenly felt a little better.

While Steve had beat a hasty retreat, Eddie sauntered over to his usual lunch table with his freshman friends and held his head high. He could feel the guarded looks and shot a feral grin to a group of kids who dared make eye contact. It was the best day of Eddie’s life so far.  He had sealed his reputation as a dangerous freak and he intended to own it every day for the rest of high school.  It would keep his little nerds and outcasts safe, even if he had to keep up the act for the next few years.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #part one? #let me know if I should keep going for part two

[oldwitchsleep]

what if hannigram were gomez and morticia

#part one? #florence was their honeymoon btw #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #incorrect hannibal quotes

[moonilit]

Jote’s reflections

a little thought experiment on my part :3

#Jote #joshua rosfield #ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #Idk what to tag my thoughts in shambles #Part one? #My art

[vacantfields]

[Beneath the smile]

When you first find out about Eclipse's existence, you're... Well, you don't know what to think.

You were cleaning up the boys' room while they took care of the daycare; it was nice of them to take on the bigger tasks, especially since you had been so tired this week. You were picking up papers from the floor when you noticed something odd... A drawing? It was right underneath the table, beneath the heaps of art supplies and whatever else Sun could manage to gather.

You kneeled down on the soft carpet you had gotten them that one Christmas a year ago and pulled the paper out; it looked a couple of years old. You could tell by the dried... Blood? Oh. You tried to keep your mind off of that for a moment as you then looked at the picture. "Super Eclipse... And Cody bestest best friends forever..." You read aloud; you could tell it was written and drawn by a very young child, and you frowned. "Eclipse?" you questioned as you stood up to put the drawing on the table. You have heard the name Eclipse around here before, but you couldn't remember if you had ever seen or heard about him.

As you try to remember while looking at the drawing on the table in front of you, your hands are on the table as you're leaning over. The blood on the drawing is concerning, too, but before you can think further about it, you feel two large and robotic arms wrap around you, and you let out a surprised noise as you're lifted.

"Hello, little starlight~!" Moon purred against your jaw as he held you to his chest; you hadn't heard Moon come up here. "You looked so serious, almost like one of those detectives from your silly stories." He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, which made you smile and giggle just a tiny bit, before putting you back on your feet. His hands went to his hips. "So what's up?" Moon asked with his teasing grin.

You turn to look up at the tall and handsome android. "Well... I was cleaning up-." Moon nodded his head. "As you wanted to do," he added. "As I wanted to do," you replied with a snort before glancing behind you at the child's drawing on the wooden table, your small smile gone from your lips. "Who... Is Eclipse, Moon?"

You felt like all the air had left the room; everything felt tense and hostile. You were about to ask again when you looked up at Moon and saw his eyes were firmly on you. "Who told you about that name? Who said it to you?" His voice sounded angry and terrified. Maybe hurt... Even grieving, in a way. "No one told me!" You responded hastily before standing aside. "it says Eclipse on this drawing here, and I just wondered..." You gestured with a hand to the drawing.

Moon stepped closer to the table to take a look, and you heard his fans whirr loudly in his chest, his face plate spinning once before settling. "It's old. Do not pry, and don't ask again. Starlight. Is that understood?"

You had never heard him talk like that to you before, but you nodded before remembering he wasn't looking at you, so you spoke. "Yes. Sorry, Moonie. I didn't mean to pry." Moon hummed in response. "I think you should go down and clean with Sunny for a while, Stargazer," he said with a small smile. It looked like he was about to break. Or snap.

You frowned but hummed. "Alright, Moonie." You decided not to poke Moon more about it but hoped maybe you could ask Sun. You left the room through the secret door and went down the stairs. As you got down to the bottom of the stairs, you heard things get thrown around in their room or maybe moved around. You couldn't tell.

You will figure out who Eclipse is, hopefully, through Sun.

#things are better au #moon #sun #TAB moon #TAB sun #dca fandom #Writing #My fic #Fanfic #Short #(: #Part one? #Daycare attendant #Moon x y/n #Sun x y/n

[cherriiiepiee]

(most of a test than anything ^_^) !!! i put no effort into this whatsoever !

FLUFF, NO SMUT !!!

arthur morgan x reader ! (no gender <3)

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You applied the ice pack on Arthur's bruised eye, eliciting a groan of discomfort from him, “I said I was sorry!—“ Arthur began before you interrupted him. “shut it, Morgan.” You groaned in annoyance, the urge to slap him in his face grew. Arthur appeared somewhat annoyed by the fact that you interrupted his apology, as he attempted to offer you one before you rebuked him.

Despite his irritation, Arthur tried his best to maintain a small smile, although it turned out looking more amusing than endearing. You couldn't contain yourself and suppressed a giggle that was eager to erupt from your lips. Finally, you leaned close and kissed Arthur's stubble, eliciting a blush from him.

“Dummy.”

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again, this was just a test !!! :3 love yaa 💗💗

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #teehee #yours truly #arthur morgan #x reader #for you #vrstx #red dead fandom #part one? #romance #fluff #no smut #test #not a fic #lazy #follow me

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Starchaser angst

TW: Suicidal idealization/Intention/Thoughts

"You think we could've been something?" Regulus' voice breaks. Despite himself, James is doing his best to ignore the tear tracks glistening on his pale skin.

The distance between them helps, distance Regulus insisted on. The come and go room never seemed so full of sorrow. It's completely empty for one thing, as well as the size of the great hall and freezing cold.

"Ye-" James clears his throat. One sentence. why is it so hard to say?

"yeah. I think we could've been something. Anything."

Regulus nods, and a lump forms in James' throat. He wants to take it back- say that they will be something, that are something. But he can't. They can't. Can they?

The mark on Regulus' arm assures that. Merlin, his last name assures that. Not unless-

"Come with me." James blurts out. Regulus blinks in confusion. More tears fall from his eyes but he hardly seems to notice.

"Home." James says, and he pauses, "Anywhere. Run like Sirius did. With me. Please." Regulus shakes his head quickly- his eyes are filled with emotion- or is it more tears?- and his bottom lip is caught in his teeth, suppressing a sob. The earlier tears hare hanging off his jaw now. Does he even know he's crying?

"The order can remove that." James motions to the left arm of Regulus' robes, talking fast, "My mum was going on about how the removal was a difficult but possible process. Hear that? Possible!" James rambled, counting off points on his fingers and frowning when he had more than ten to make. It's then that he turns to look at Regulus and sees the silent years pouring down his porcelain face.

"Stop that. Stop crying." James says, on instinct, without thought, and he immediately regrets it; for it makes Regulus cry harder. He had to admit though, even crying, the boy makes look elegant and like a practiced skill he'd already perfected at such a young age. Then, a sickening thought entered James' mind:

He probably had to perfect every skill in that house.

Regulus stutters an apology, as James fills with instant regret.

"no- don't- don't do that. apologise, I mean." James groans. He really is just making everything worse. "you have nothing to apologise for. I promise. Just don't cry?"

Regulus doesn't stop crying. James curses under his breath. Of course he has to go and make the love of his life cry on a night like this, when he was really, honestly just trying to help. But James is always trying to help isn't he? He tried to help when pulling Sirius out of that house, but that hurt Regulus. He tried to help when becoming an animagus for Remus, but he hadn't talked to them for weeks. He trys and he trys and it always had a downside, something he'd never thought about in his ever ongoing pursuit of being Prince Charming.

The stories of his childhood were always so simple- there was a knight in shining armour, he would slay the ogre, or dragon, or witch, and save his princess. Or prince, in James' case.

In a brief moment of clarity James had asked Regulus if he was selfish, just days after being forced into each others proximity. Regulus violently told him that anyone who called him selfish must of been suffering a psychotic break. James didn't bring it up again.

"Why?" James asks. Regulus looks up at him, grey eyes swimming. Drowning, really. He looks so helpless. So sad.

Regulus gulps, "When Sirius- when he left they had a spare." He gasps for breath and James wants nothing more than to reach for him. He doesn't. "Now they don't. They'll come for me." Regulus finishes. He looks exhausted, dark purple stains under his eyes and limp curls. Did they starve him over the summer? Or lock him inside like a prisoner?

James swore a long time ago to take every shot he could get at Walburga Black once the time came. Some part of his mind is counting down the moments to whenever that may be.

Part of him wants it to be tomorrow.

"The Order-"

"The Order doesn't care, James. Not about me." His voice breaks again. James wonders if a heart really can physically break under these circumstances. He's confident he just felt proof that it's possible.

His vision is splintering, chest contracting painfully and James, momentarily, almost wishes for death.

How would I go about that?, The voice in his mind sounds odd, tinny in a way it shouldn't.

A knife? Wrists or throat? The astronomy tower doesn't have a barrier. I could jump. That seems a bit dramatic. An overdose perhaps. But even Remus doesn't have enough meds for that. The girls maybe. How long does it even take to bleed out? I suppose it would depend-

"James." Regulus' voice breaks his train of thought evenly, despite the way in which it wobbles and breaks, "What are you saying?"

Oh.

His voice hadn't been inside his head at all.

#marauders #marauders era #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #james potter #james fleamont potter #regulus black x james potter #starchaser #jegulus #sunseeker #hp #microfic #part one? #marauders microfic #angst #tw: sui thoughts #James is suicidal #Regulus is worried #writing #dark mark #prongs #marauders map #slytherin #gryffindor

[spenglerssweetheart]

Not So Happy Halloween.

Egon Spengler x Fem!Zeddemore!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of arguments and following, Ooc Egon, definitely a stalker, gross comments, I’m so sorry.

proofread!

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It was quiet at headquarters, the only thing being heard was the scribbling of Janine’s pen against the paperwork she had to do. It was Halloween and Janine and the guys except Peter, we’re giving out candy before they had to go on a bust, Janine only running out of candy shortly afterwards. Stopping to get up for a stretch, she heard the doors open, looking over she saw Y/n come in. Y/n being Winston’s little sister, she hung out with them so much, sometimes even filling in for someone.

Tonight, She had just finished leaving Dana’s place because she had taken Oscar trick or treating, dressing herself up as a witch. Looking over, Y/n had walked over to Janine’s desk, leaning on it just a bit. “Hey Janine, do you want some candy? Dana gave me too much of Oscar’s and I know I won’t finish it all” She huffed out, removing the witch hat from her head. Her witch costume consisted of a long black, partly backless dress. It hugged her body and made her look stunning. Janine nodded, smiling softly as she moved to grab the bag of candy from Y/n. “Anything I can get you z? You look like you had a long night” Janine started, grabbing a few candies to put in her drawer for later. “I don’t think so nin' but thank you, uhm I’m gonna be upstairs for a coffee if you wanna come up with me, I think they’re playing all of these horror movies tonight as well” “I should be up in a moment for some coffee, I just wanna finish this paperwork” Janine smiled as she sat up, watching as Y/n nodded and made her way up the stairs.

With a small huff, Y/n set the candy bag down onto the sofa they had there before walking over to the counter to make her coffee. As she put the water in the machine, a yawn left her lips, only allowing her body to stretch just a small bit. Careful to not spill, she carefully placed it down before moving over and adding sugar to her mug. With another yawn, she rested against the counter a bit, simply waiting for the coffee to finish.

Once it was ready, she carefully poured it into her mug before reaching into the refrigerator, where she grabbed the milk (or creamer). When she had her coffee the way she liked it, she turned on the small tv mainly for ambience before resting her head on her arm. She had a long night, only wanting to think about what she could have done to avoid it. Not realizing it, she had begun to doze off, Janine coming in shortly after she had fallen asleep with her barely drunken mug of coffee. With a small but hearty sigh, Janine smiled to herself before moving the mug back to the counter before lowering the tv’s volume.

Janine grabbed a bottled water from the fridge before making her way back downstairs just to see that the guys have arrived, with Ray taking a few traps out of the back, and Egon making sure the proton packs were alright, Winston could only watch. “Hey Janine, how did everything go?” Winston asked after seeing Janine had just come down the stairs. “Oh, everything was alright, I ran out of candy shortly after you guys left, so I got a head start on some of the paperwork”

Winston nodded as Egon began to make his way up the stairs to go to the lab. “Is Y/n back yet?” Ray asked as he handed Janine the used traps to take downstairs, who only grimaced after the smell caught her nose. “Ah, she should be, I think she went upstairs” She said before rushing down to get the traps cleaned.

Winston nodded to himself as he followed shortly behind Egon, stopping to see what he was looking at before realizing they were looking at his little sister who had fallen asleep at the table. Egon was struck, the amount of times the girl had surprised him, she never failed to surprise him even more than the times before. He’s never seen her this tired, and this was coming from someone who got 14 minutes of sleep.

“Poor thing didn’t even get her shoes off” Winston mumbled as he moved past Egon to go pick up his little sister, being ever so careful with her as if she was the most fragile thing. Egon watched the scene play out in front of him, sort of wishing he would’ve made the initiative to move her to the couch.

Over the past few months, Egon had grown a small crush on Y/n but Egon being Egon, he was probably able to hide it so well no one could tell, or maybe they did but chose not to say anything. He went with the latter most of the time and simply watched this moment. He hasn’t even removed his suit and watched as Winston made way to go and be the most careful anyone has ever seen him, just for his sister.

Not realizing that Winston had been calling him, he snapped out of his daze and looked over, slightly embarrassed that he’d been staring, a bit of red tainting his cheeks as he listened to what Winston wanted. “Egie, could you move the bag of candy for me please and get me a blanket for her please?” Winston asked kindly and Egon jumped up to go and move the bag of candy, placing it on the counter, making a small reminder to look through the candy for any sweets he could take. Once he got the candy out of the way, he walked into the bedroom where all the other beds were, grabbing his blanket off of the bed before taking it back to Winston to place over Y/n.

“Sorry could you also help me get her shoes off, I just know she’s going to complain tomorrow that her feet hurt” Winston chuckled, moving over to her feet to untie the boots she had worn. “Am not…” A groggy Y/n spoke as she began to sit up herself. “Egie, you are awfully quiet tonight, you catch a spooky one for me?..” Y/n said quietly, waking herself up as she looked over with sleepy eyes to Egon who was untying her boot to remove it from her foot. “I did, shame you weren’t there to see it” He said, almost chuckling knowing that she had been talking about the bust.

“I feel like Cinderella” Y/n grinned in a hushed tone, wiping her eyes before she sat up completely. “Thank you gentlemen for removing my shoes, Winston I swear you need to be more like Egon when you talk, you’re so loud. Hi Ray!” Y/n trailed with a sleepy smile, definitely more awake than she was a few moments ago. Winston only laughed and shook his head at his little sister, ruffling her straightened hair, who only smacked his hands away.

Both men stood up to move away, Egon unzipping his suit to reveal the simple cardigan and dress pants he always wore. Ray began to move over to the bag of candy after greeting y/n. “How did the trick or treating go Y/n?” Ray asked, opening up a 3 musketeers candy as he leant against the counter. With a sigh, Y/n leant back against the couch, closing her eyes before looking over at Ray.

“That bad huh?” Y/n only nodding before starting. “We got kinda lost downtown, dumb I know. I got into a slight argument and I feel bad because Oscar had to witness it, the guy just wouldn’t stop following me, oh my god” She huffed as she closed her eyes once more. “The good thing is we got to so many houses, they loved Oscar’s outfit.” She smiled, remembering how happy Oscar would get when they complimented his little cowboy outfit. “Oh Y/n, I’m sorry. One of us should’ve gone with you” Ray replied, Y/n only waving her hand. “Thank you Ray but I’m a big girl, I can handle some guy” She grinned, almost laughing to herself before sitting up once more. “Have you guys eaten anything? I can make something?” Y/n offered, getting up as if she wasn’t tired a few minutes ago. Winston came back down sitting his sister down as he and Ray looked at each other.

“You think the Chinese place is still open?” “They don’t close till twelve right?” Ray responded, Winston nodding before looking to Y/n “Same as usual?” He asked, still kneeling in front of her before she got up to grab her purse, taking money out of her wallet. “Ray, you paid last time so it’s all I can do” She huffed, passing the money to Winston. “Thank you gentlemen, be safe” She grinned as Ray and Winston began to walk downstairs, asking Janine what she’d like.

While y/n was upstairs, Janine and Egon had been downstairs talking about random things before a man walked into the building, catching Janine’s attention first. “Good evening, is there a woman who was in a witch costume here? I thought I saw her come in here…” the guy questioned himself as he looked between Janine and Egon, looking around as well. Egon didn’t feel right about this man, and neither did Janine. With a gentle step forward, the guy looked down at Janine. “Sweetheart, I know you heard me, so could you just answer my question?” He said a little louder, making Egon step in front of her a bit.

Despite being upstairs, Y/n was hearing everything. She didn’t come fully down the steps, but the fact that they were old didn’t help. With a creak, they all turned towards the stairs and Y/n gave up and came down all the way. “Why is he here?” She muttered loud enough for all of them to hear.

“I’m here cause I wanted to see you sweetheart, we got off on a bad foot, you know” The guy said sheepishly, moving closer to Y/n, making her move quickly towards Egon. “Don’t be such a priss babe, I only wanna talk to ya” He grinned, making the two women in front of him grimace, leaving Egon to feel bad. “You need to leave” Egon said sternly, stepping up, Y/n’s grip on him tightening just a little bit. “Or what, you gonna make me into your little science experiment?” The guy laughed, looking over to Y/n from behind Egon, who only held a stone face, like if she was holding back on her anger.

“You’re so lucky they’re here, cause I could be so much worse” He chuckled, pointing his nasty finger at her, implying gross things that would make anyone sick. “Just leave” Y/n murmured, biting her tongue to stop herself from saying anything else. The guy laughed once more, and it just seemed to anger Y/n more. She was upset, that not only had her Halloween night had been ruined, but that she had been followed and tried being humiliated by someone who was trying way too hard. She knew better, but she couldn’t help, letting Egon go and standing right behind him to breathe. Clenching her hands, she was basically digging moon shapes into her palm, allowing Egon to speak for her, Janine keeping a close eye on her.

The guy only kept making gross comments, and Egon tried his best to get him out without doing anything rational. A soft sigh left Y/n’s lips and she looked at Janine, giving her a nod that she was alright before she came from behind Egon, patting his arm to let it go. “Get out” Y/n said, keeping herself steady, trying her hardest to breathe. ‘In and out’ “or what, you gonna make me princess? You shouldn’t dress like that if you don’t want the attention, slu-” Before he could finish that last word, Y/n smacked him square in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. “Didn’t hear you…” she whispered before shaking her hand out, taking a deep breath in before letting it out.

Janine had her hands over her mouth, and Egon had a slack jaw and wide eyes, watching as Y/n had slowly turned to look at them both. The way they were looking at her, instantly guilt pooled in her stomach and she looked between the guy on the floor and the two of them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She rushed repeatedly, panic once again rising as she stepped away. She felt horrible, the way Egon and Janine were looking at her, made her feel like she was the enemy. Janine was the first to step up and comfort Y/n, taking her in for a hug, making her sit in the chair Janine was usually in. With a shudder, the tears came and a sob left Y/n’s lips as Janine held her.

“Egon, call the police so they could get him out of here, please” Janine said quietly as Egon nodded, going behind to be Venkman’s office and calling them there. While Y/n let everything out, Janine listened and comforted her through all of the apologies and how she’s never acted out like that before. Egon waited for the police, them coming a bit after the call. Egon explained everything that happened, from Y/n telling them that she had gotten into an argument with someone while trick or treating to the moment she knocked him out. The police took the man who was finally awaking when they were handcuffing him.

“Oh ho up, guys you got the wrong one, this bitch punched me, she put her hands on me” the guy started exclaiming, as they were taking him away. “This isn’t the last of me sweetheart” he shouted before being completely out of sight. A shaky sigh racked y/n’s body as she clung to Janine. She began to apologize once more before Janine shushed her. “You don’t need to apologize hun, he deserved it, you honestly caught me by surprise” Janine muttered, grinning at the end as she replayed the moment in her head all over again.

“Uh, why don’t we go back upstairs, get you another coffee, since you left yours cold earlier” Egon offered, quite awkwardly, holding his hand out. Taking his hand, Y/n stood slowly, taking in a shaky breath as she gently held onto his hand. His heart fluttered as if it would be the first time she’s ever touched him. Janine decided it would be best if she stayed downstairs, still shaken up about everything and thought being alone would be better for her.

With a quiet trip up the stairs, Egon carefully looked down at Y/n’s hand that was becoming bruised from the punch. “We should get some ice for that right hook, you did hit him pretty hard” he chuckled, pulling the seat out for her to sit in. She gave him a half smile as she looked down at her hand, running a finger over her knuckles before looking back up to Egon, who had just finished wrapping a bag of ice for her hand. Passing it over to her, she gave him a thankful smile, mumbling a small thank you to him. He began to reheat her coffee in the microwave as he made his. It was quiet and it was awkward, Egon shuffling around in his spot as Y/n played with the ice pack on her hand. Neither of them knew what to do but they kept quiet. Usually they enjoyed it, but Y/n felt like she was suffocating in the awkward air. “I never said thank you” Y/n started, moving over to the couch once more as she got her coffee. “It’s not a problem” Egon responded as he began pouring his coffee into his mug. With a small sigh, Y/n carefully thought out her words before she turned over to look at Egon who began making his way to sit next to her.

“I know tonight was rough, and very difficult, but I just wanna say thank you. You know for sticking up for me, and all that other stuff. Uhm, I wanted to say something but I don’t know how to say it.” Y/n hesitated after a few moments, Egon trying his hardest to read Y/n’s emotions like he always did. “Do you know when you like someone, and you wanna tell them, but every time you try, it gets a lot harder to breathe and like everything is closing in?” Y/n questioned, almost to herself but the glance at Egon gave away that she was speaking to him. He thought, remembering how he wasn’t ever one to get asked out, or be the one who does the asking out. “Well, no not really” He responded, Y/n smiling a bit before continuing. “What I’m trying to say is, every time I’m near this specific person, my heart goes absolutely crazy, and I feel like I’m literally going crazy. I want to be around him all the time, and the little touches here and there make me feel like I’m special and I’m the only one. He does these little things that are so unique to who he is, and I can’t help but fall for him more and more every time.” “Who is it y/n?..That you like Of course” He questioned, now feeling doubtful that he wasn’t the one she liked, again. He was prepared for his feelings to get hurt, but he knew how to get over it. He found a way to ignore his feelings but he wanted to listen to her, hear her voice that he loved hearing so much. “It’s you…” she whispered, looking down at her hands, a habit of hers really. “I’m sorry?” He said, unsure of what she had said.

“It’s you Egon. It’s always been you” She said, finally looking back up at him, feeling anxious once again. What if he didn’t feel the same way, what if everything they’ve done meant nothing, again, she knew how to handle rejection after a good amount of time. “I don’t usually voice things out like this, because it’s awkward… but I like you too, I just find it so hard because being the outcast and the geek everywhere you went, made it difficult to do so. To be honest, I thought you were going to say someone completely different.” Egon responded, chuckling to himself after a bit.

“My my, Spengler, didn’t know you felt that way about me” Y/n laughed for what seemed like the first time tonight, an actual genuine laugh. Egon grinned, pulling Y/n closer to him, remembering seeing how tired she looked after everything that happened literally minutes ago. “Funny how after everything, we’re getting together” Egon whispered low enough for Y/n to hear. “You wanna be together?..” she asked softly, almost in a whispered tone as well. Egon nodded, a grin appearing on his face as Y/n began to smile to herself. “But we can’t tell anyone… not even Winston” she said childishly, a laugh escaping her lips shortly after.

While they talked, Y/n got comfortable, Laying her head on Egon’s lap, generously placing a pillow there so that his legs wouldn’t fall asleep. He had began running her fingers through her hair while she talked to him about her day and how much Winston was a shy guy in high school and university. She eventually ended up falling asleep after moments of silence. Egon couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move, he was right where he always wanted to be. Just as he was getting comfortable himself, he leant his head back, Winston and Ray come up the stairs with the Chinese food in their arms, looking at the two questionably. “She just feel back to sleep. Rough night” Egon whispered in a low voice, Ray trying his best to be quiet, while Winston rolled his eyes.

“Need some help?” Winston asked as he set the food down carefully on the table as Egon nodded, pursing his lips once Winston made his way over to gently lift his sisters head, careful as to not wake her. Once Egon was standing, he stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. “How do you do it without waking her” Ray questioned, watching everything play out. “Years of practice, she’s always been a heavy sleeper except for when I move her. So I had take matters into my own hands when she would fall asleep the exact same way she was now” He chuckled, covering Y/n with a blanket, and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Egon smiled softly, ready to sit down and eat with the others. “So Spengs, why did my sister curl up on you, Instead of Janine?” Winston asked after a while, Egon coughing on his food a bit as if he was caught in bed with someone else. “Long night, some guy was following Y/n and she ended up knocking him out. Janine got shaken up and wanted to be alone and she asked me to come up with her for a coffee” Egon explained rapidly before stuffing his mouth once more to avoid Winston’s questioning, knowing he’d have to explain everything in detail to him afterwards. After finishing their food, Winston put Y/n’a food away for her and Ray muttered a happy Halloween to everyone before he decided to crash from his food coma. Once Winston and Ray went to bed, Egon made sure Y/n was comfortable and warm enough, getting her an extra blanket in case before kneeling down to leave a small kiss on her cheek. “Happy Halloween, dear”

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Thank you for reading, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I literally had so many different endings planned, but went with this one. I know this isn’t the Halloween imagine you were expecting but surprise!! I’m kidding, but seriously, I appreciate you guys so much and I love you, I hope you’re having a good day/night/afternoon and have a great read. Love you sweetheart <3

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #egon x reader #x reader #winston zeddemore #Zeddemore #ray stantz #imagine #part one? #maybe baby #writing #fic update #gb #janine melnitz #Janine #angst with a happy ending

[the-fellowship-of-lalafell]

Questions from a Lalafell Main

1. How does a Lalafell dance with someone who is at least a fulm or more taller? As in a good ol' ballroom waltz? That just sounds like someone's bound to get back issues. 2. As a three fulm one tank, I wonder if it's possible for me to become unhealable because the enemy is large enough to shield me from the view of the healer. Don't want to become a festering corpse because I stood in the right spot for a behemoth's paw to hide me. Trying to fight an overworld enemy with a rock in front of me quickly taught me line of sight issues are a thing. 3. How does one best furnish a dining room to insure that even the most portly of taller races can be able to look everyone in the eye easily? What materials make for the sturdiest of chairs? How does one make sure that your Lalafellin dinner guest can even get into the chair at their spot at the table while still allowing for them to see over it and dine comfortably? That Lifter chair was certainly the wrong way to go about it, I say; showed a non-14 player friend the chair and she said it'd be better with a higher back. I'm on team Make-it-a-Stool. 4. I've seen some people call Lalafells potatoes. Do in game people call the popotoes? 5. Why are the Lalafell emotes so expressionate and dramatic? I watched an NPC Lalafell cry once and it just felt overly dramatic. Like what you'd do to portray an emotion in theatre or if you cannot speak. 6. I wonder what the percentages of each race are for both NPCs and players, because I keep running into at least one Lalafell NPC and/or player no matter where I am. 7. Why do some of you dislike/hate Lalafells? I just see them as chaos hobbits. That would become more chaotic when drunk. 8. Avoiding the door-within-a-door Idea, how does one properly make a door that all races can use comfortably?

#Part one? #Maybe? #ffxiv #ff14 #ff14 ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #lalafell #ffxiv wol #ffxiv lalafell #plainsfolk #plainsfolk lalafell #dunesfolk lalafell #dunesfolk #Squallall Squal #Squallall

[loathsome-sickness]

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

#am i arguing with random 'philosophical' type villains in my own head? #yes #it's a favourite past time of mine i hate every one of those 'i know the true nature of humans because i did horrible things to them' types #with every part of my soul

[skipppppy]

Congrats?

#this is the first pokemon presents where everyone is excited and no one is complaining which is the most unexpected part of all this #pokemon #pokemon z #pokemon x and y #pokemon black and white #pokemon gold and silver #pokemon heart gold and soul silver #serena pokemon #hilda pokemon #lyra pokemon #kalos #johto #unova

[haroldhighballjordan]

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

#the best part of all is that I also knew the ex boyfriend because he worked at this place my friend was the manager of #and I texted my friend like ‘yo have you heard about this cat situation’ #and she was like ‘I swear to god if one more person asks me about this fucking cat’ #it was the drama of the century #the whole city was up in arms over this cat

[oocsydney]

hbomberguy highlighting all of the parts where james somerton plagiarized from other queer creators:

#hbomberguy #james somerton #literally the only parts james somerton wrote on his own were the misogynist ones #and it's disgusting to think that james was likely setting up for his script writer to take the fall for all of the plagiarism #UPDATE: apparently the script writer ALSO didn't do any research into what James wrote in his scripts. man. (source: Todd in the Shadows) #todd in the shadows

[jjian1002]

Chilchuck the struggling girl dad🥳

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chilchuck tims #this man #scratches a special part of my brain #makes my inner goblin goes 👺👺👺 #I love meijack… she’s one of those kids asking the most difficult questions

[bixels]

Baffled.

#personal #not art #like how do you arrive at this conclusion #what beliefs? #the man may be a total grouch but if there’s one thing he HATES it’s Japanese nationalism #Japanese nationalists famously HATE his work especially the wind rises which criticizes imperial Japan and calls out the invasion of China #don’t ask for context on the first part of the tag I’m not answering

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum