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shdysders · 3 months

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bruises

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you've been ignoring tara, and she can't figure out why.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of abuse, violence & bruises.

Tara knew something was wrong the second you didn't answer her text she sent before she entered first period. You always answered.

You didn't share any classes except one that was held once a week, so she barely had time to search you up in between the periods. In fact, she wasn't sure you had shown up to school at all.

Mindy had told her she had seen a glimpse of you during lunch, but nothing more than that.

Tara had excepted for everything to go back to normal when late evening arrived, but that was not the case.

She had been laying sprawled out on her bed for hours, ever since she had eaten dinner with Sam. Waiting for you to come knocking on her window, like you did every night.

You and Tara had agreed for you to sneak in through the window any time you visited, which was mainly because Sam would freak out if she knew Tara was seeing someone she hadn't met properly. But she had to keep you away from her older sister, Sam would scare you away.

You would pass by her window almost every night, and when you couldn't make it, you would text Tara and tell her that you were unable to come. But you hadn't texted her today, which made her believe that you were coming by.

Tara sighed as she checked the time on her phone, it was almost midnight.

tara <3 (11:14pm): are u not coming?

She longly stared at her phone screen after she had seen it, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, hoping for the writing bubbles to appear. But when two minutes passed of just staring without any response, she groaned loudly in frustration, throwing the phone to the end of her bed.

However when her phone hit the mattress, a notification popped up, making her snatch it back in her hands. A small smile appearing on her face when she saw your name on it.

you <33 (11:17pm) no not today. sorry. i love you <3

The text made Tara feel disappointed and frustrated at the same time, the smile dropping quickly. She hadn't expected for you to show up considering the late time of the day, but a part of her thought you would at least give her an explanation on why you didn't come.

The night passed quickly and before she knew it, Tara was in class again. All her mind and worry focused on you.

By the time she had arrived home and had yet another dinner with Sam that was filled with questions about everything and everyone, she had sent you over a dozen of text messages.

You on the other hand, had only sent one. Stating that you were sick, and that's why you hadn't showed up to school. But Tara had a feeling that wasn't the only reason to it, maybe not the reason at all.

You had been sick multiple times during your relationship, and when you were you didn't tend to ignore her messages nor did you respond with short and dry sentences.

She knew something was wrong, but she knew better than to go to your house.

Your dad was a very violent person, and had been ever since your mother passed away a few years back. You had told Tara that he hadn't always been like that, he had been a great loving father before the tragic death of your mother. But instead of a therapist or mental help, he turned to alcohol. Which was the main cause for his violence.

He had threatened you with it multiple times, lashing out at you for doing the slightest things wrong. You had gotten used to it, but his loud voice and harsh tone always seemed to scare you.

That's why Tara didn't go to your house. She had tried before, when she planned to surprise you for your birthday last year. But she didn't even get a chance to knock on your window before she could see your figure squeezed into a corner, knees pressed up to your chest as your hands covered your ears. Your father was standing in front of you, screaming so loudly that Tara could hear is voice through the glass of the window, however she couldn't comprehend the words.

The next day Tara had told you about what she saw. You had brushed it off, telling her you were just being dramatic. However you did tell her that she probably shouldn't come over to your house, so you guys stuck with the idea of you sneaking through her window, and not the other way around.

After the day you had brushed it all off so smoothly, Tara thought she would never hear anything more about your father, or how your home life was. But she was wrong.

Because you told her everything that happened in your house. You told her what had happened, why it happened, and how it had happened.

There was multiple nights where you would cry into her chest, venting to her about all kinds of feelings.

Tara wished dearly that there was something she could do to fix it. But she there wasn't. She couldn't offer you to stay with her and Sam, and she didn't have enough money to buy herself her own apartment for the two of you; also because Sam wouldn't allow it.

All she could do was call the police or protective authorities, but when she had suggested the idea to you, you panicked and straightly begged her not to do that. You told her everything would get worse and that nobody would believe her if she did. So she didn't, even tho she strongly felt the need to.

There was nothing she could do, same as now. She couldn't come to your house nor tell Sam about her worries when it came to you.

Even though she knew the consequences that were about to occur, her worry got the best of her, which led to her taking the risk anyway.

She knew you weren't sick. Something was wrong, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

She climbed out of her own window, not caring for the heights or the way Sam would probably spank her if she found out she had snuck out. She needed to know why you were ignoring her.

It was a rather long walk to your house, considering the fact that Tara lived in the center of New York, meanwhile you lived a bit further outside the town.

After twenty minutes of walking she had finally managed to reach your house. With no remorse or hesitation she started to climb up the branches of the small tree just inches away from your window. Letting out a few grunts and sighs as all kinds of branches scratched her in the face.

When she reached the window, the only thing her eyes searched for was you. Which she immediately found the second she looked into the glass. Your figure was laying on your bed, eyes carefully scanning on the book you held in your hands.

She almost felt bad when she gently knocked on the window, you looked so peaceful. But your attention quickly shifted to the window as the sound of knocking filled the room.

You were quick to jump to your feet, approaching the window with a body filled with hesitation. Tara tried to shoot you a smile before you carefully opened the window, but she didn't get one in return.

When the window was open, you made sure to offer Tara your hand to pull her inside, which she happily accepted without any sort of uncertainty.

She didn't have a chance to look at your face until she had landed inside and finished wiping her hands on her jeans; brushing off any sort of tree detritus that had stuck to her hands while climbing. But when she did see your face, she immediately felt her mouth open in shock.

A massive black bruise covered your left eye, the eye itself was swollen and the bruise almost reached down to your cheekbone. Your lip was cut open, swollen as well.

"Y/n." Tara spoke softly voice laced with worry, trying to grasp your shoulder, but she only made it halfway before you pulled away.

You had completely forgotten about the huge difference in your face when you saw Tara in the window. She had that affect on you; making you forget about everything bad around you.

But when you saw her shocked stare and open mouth, you began to panic, being quick to turn around to face the wall, covering your whole face with your two hands.

"God.. Tara." You spoke shakily, feeling tears beginning to form around your eyes.

"Y/n.." She repeated, carefully walking towards you, but stopped moving when she heard your shaky voice beginning to speak again.

"Tara I just..I don't want you to look at me right now.." You let out a sob, you're right hand falling from your face, revealing the eye that was not bruised. "It's really ugly.." You sobbed again.

Tara lightly grabbed both of your arms, bringing you closer to her so she could gently put her forehead against yours, trying to encourage you to look into her eyes. But when she noticed you didn't and could just see the tears that slowly ran down your cheeks, she spoke up, feeling nothing but guilt and worry in her body.

"There's no one else I wanna look at.." She comforted, her hands carefully finding a place in your hair.

At that you slowly dragged your left hand down your face, revealing the dark bruise formed around your beautiful eye.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She spoke up again, making your lips form into a pout as you tried to take in the whole situation.

Tara didn't hesitate before pulling you into a warm embrace, whispering apologies into your ear, not because she weren't there, but because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop this.

But you didn't care. As long as you had your Tara, you knew that you were okay.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #wednesday addams x reader #mabel x reader

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portgasdwrld · 7 months

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Strawhat reactions to a chiropractor or massage therapist joining their crew? (Sfw) I know they get injured and could use it.

I love those random ideas lately 😭helps me out if my writer block💕

📂Strawhat + chiropractor/massage therapist reader joining their crew

Mostly them reacting to you proposing them a session

Luffy

He’s so fucking excited. He’s jumping everywhere, begging to be your first client. He’s already laying down in your office to have his body cracked, but then you realize as you do it that his body is literally made of rubber and it’s impossible for you to work on him. When you tell him the news, he’s whining and tells you to try again😭 He’s all pouty so you decide to massage him and that put him out to sleep real quick. He went from sulking to sleeping. When he woke up, he commented about how good this was and truly he never felt this alive in a while.

Zoro

He would totally refuse at first and complain about how he doesn’t need it and how he only needs to rest a little (a good nap), and he will be fine. But then you actually try to convince him to do it, as you saw how much his body had to go through with his training, the battles, his poor sleep position… He finally agrees only after Chopper tells him how it can better his performance and make him feel more relaxed. He barely admits that it did in fact made him feel better, but now he jumps to the occasion whenever you propose it 🚶🏻‍♀️

Nami & Robin

The girls are so freaking happy especially Nami. She pretty much asks you for a session whenever she feels sore after working hard on maps or when she had to fight. She chats to you about life and tell you some gossips. She loves to make conversation and treat it a bit like a spa day.

Robin was down to try it, but she usually use her devil fruit if she feels sore somewhere and need to release some built up tension, because of stress or battles. Basically, she never needed someone for that, but after Nami told her how amazing you were, she gave it a try. She’s mostly silent and take this time to relax her body and empty her thoughts.

Usopp

He’s a bit scared at first because he heard some people talk about horror stories at the chiropractor. He heard some people got their bones cracked with no going back to normal or how some doctor were secretly psychopath 💀💀💀 To say the least, he really didn’t see the appeal to risk his life like this 😔 If you poke fun at his ego, he might do it just to prove it to you that he isn’t scared (his legs are shaking the moment he enters your office). He has difficulty relaxing which put you off , You have to wait for couple minutes, make him sips some relaxing tea. When it finally happens, he’s bragging about how cool it is and how everyone should do it🙄 there is legit nothing to be scared off pfff???

Sanji

I don’t know why, but I get the feel Sanji would somewhat be shy 😭 When you ask him if he wanna have a session to help with his stress, he would just look at you like 😳?? He would try to make analogy to food, like it’s a bit like how he hit(?) the meat before cooking it so it’s tender, but in that case it’s gonna make him relaxed. You kinda just stare and nod because whut 😭 He honestly could use it with all the cooking he does and the fights. He loved it but he got flustered a lot. He was red-shy when he left 🚶🏻‍♀️

Brook

He’s a skeleton.

Franky

Finally FRANKYYY, this man was BORN for this. He is so excited and is so talkative. He asks you when you started and why did it became your profession. He pretty much tell you to only focus on the back of his body because it’s less solid than the rest of his cyborg body. So you went in for a massage and he’s really vocal through it. As it ends, he tells you he’s happy you joined and he will be a regular which makes you laugh because you two are literally on the same boat lol 😭

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flipside-phoebe · 19 days

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Phoebe Spengler headcanons post-Frozen Empire

The soul-separation experiment had some weird side effects that only became apparent later on. Sometimes Phoebe felt like her soul was misaligned with her physical body, or she'd have out-of-body experiences in her sleep. This combined with her already lacking coordination made things difficult and frustrating for her. Sometimes she'd miss objects she tried to grab hold of.

To help correct this, Callie suggested some physical therapy like yoga sessions. Janine offered to take her to play racquetball. Winston even suggested she take up martial arts or boxing. Phoebe was reluctant to all of this, but eventually gave them all a try. The whole family ended up doing yoga sessions together and it was a nice way to bond, sometimes Phoebe would go to her room to meditate by herself though. Racquetball and Boxing were fun, and she did gain some self-defense skills, but yoga was the one practice that really stuck.

Phoebe had some sessions with Venkman to make sure her soul, and her mind, were in the right place. (she was a little annoyed by some of his methods, especially the ones involving shocks, but was thankful for the help.) He also recommended her a good therapist to help with any non-supernatural problems she had.

It took a little while, but Phoebe did continue to call Gary "Dad" and spent more time with him. He'd earned the title.

Sometimes Phoebe had nightmares about being controlled by Garraka again. One night she went to sleep with her parents in their bed because of this. They were able to comfort her. Despite how non-nonchalant they act about their own possessions, it effected them negatively too. It's something they understand and relate to and they were able to console her.

Ray lent her a few books, salt lamps, and stuffed animals for her room. They helped him get through some rough times, so he figured they'd help her too

Phoebe worked with Lars to make sure the soul-extraction device would have stronger security measures. What she did to herself will never happen to anyone else. It's not worth the risk.

She definitely tried to spend more time with Podcast, Trevor, and Lucky after the big freeze. She felt guilty for going off on her own and not confiding in her team more. Podcast was a little hurt that she kept Melody a secret, but they talked some more and were able to reconnect. Trevor was just concerned for her mental health and wanted his little sister safe. Lucky offered all the support and advice they could. In the end, the four of them are still the Summerville Squad, not matter where they are.

Cold weather bothers her more than it did before, I think it's safe to say everyone in New York has some newfound discomfort around wintertime & freak storms. The snazzy new red jackets help a little.

She keeps Melody's matchbox in a special place in her room, in a hidden box. She also adds other mementos from other ghosts that she helps peacefully cross over. Partially for recording research but also for sentimental reasons. The matchbox remains at the top since it was her first.

She's unsure what her relationship to Melody was, exactly. Whether it was romantic, platonic, or something else. She is upset that she was betrayed, but glad they were able to reconcile and help each other in the end. It takes her a long time before she's able to move on and try having a close relationship like that again with anyone else. In the meantime she focuses on her education, her friends, and her family.

#long post #phoebe spengler #Mera's headcanons #gbfe #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #melody ghostbusters #uncles tag #trevor spengler #callie spengler #gary grooberson #lars pinfield #lucky domingo #podcast ghostbusters #janine melnitz #so many characters and most of them are just mentioned #sorry hope this isn't considered spamming!#see queue on the other side

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 2 months

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HowdyI'm back with another Blitzø ask, sorry

Could I request Blitzø with a s/o who tries to "tank" through everything. Like they'll carry all the groceries, carry him to the car when he's drunk, if they have a water bottle, telling everyone to drink first, that kind of thing?

Apologies if this doesn't make sense. Hope I'm not being too pushy. Much love to you 💛

Blitzø With A S/O Who Tries To "Tank" Through Everything

Blitzø would notice very quickly that you insist on tanking through everything. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's far from stupid.

It started with him getting drunk off his ass one night, and of course, Loona needed the car, but she wasn't about to let him drive drunk. And she couldn't lift him, since imps are surprisingly heavy!

So of course, who better to call for help than her dad's S/O? Now, she was expecting you to help coax him into the car verbally.

What she instead got was you throwing her dad over your shoulder and carrying him to the car with seemingly minimal struggle. Her eyes were wide and she was incredibly shocked.

When Blitzø woke up and you explained everything to him, he was gobsmacked. Why would you carry him?? You know you could have just asked him to get in the car and he probably would have listened to you, right??

Eventually, you managed to convince him it wasn't an issue, and he shrugged it off.

At least, until he noticed some of your more people-pleasing tendencies. For example, when you were out with I.M.P. helping on a mission, and you had a water bottle, you wanted everyone else to drink some first, before you could.

Okay, not too bad yet... Blitzø thought to himself.

But when he noticed you would carry all the bags from shopping excursions you went on, or deal with Loona's tantrums, or overall just throw yourself under the bus before anyone else could help you, he knew it was time to call attention to it before you got seriously hurt sacrificing your own needs for others.

"S/O, we need to talk."

You freaked out inside, wondering if this was going to be when he decides he doesn't love you after all and leaves you. You went with him shaking, wordlessly wondering if this would be the fate of your relationship.

"Why do you do all this? The carrying everything, the putting others first, the dealing with everyone else's bullshit. Why do you do it?"

You were surprised about that question, and didn't quite have a good answer for him, even if you internally know the answer why.

"You can't set yourself on fire to keep lame bitches warm, you understand? You are a hot piece of ass, and nobody should get to make you do anything. If they hate you, who cares? They're inbred dick snorters, anyway. You understand?"

You nodded in response. His encouragement was very vulgar, sure, but it was sweet in its own way. Eventually, you worked up the courage and explained your reasoning behind your actions to him, which he appreciated and talked with you over. He may not be a therapist, but goddamn, he is free therapy.

And yes, he does enforce the whole "no more tanking" rule he set. He will have I.M.P. enforce it for him if he isn't present, taking a similar attitude toward you as he has toward Loona.

"Moxxie, get off your ass, S/O is too beautiful and precious to do something like this~."

He's sweet about it to you, at least. But damn, if it doesn't fluster you to absolutely no end.

Overall, a sweet boyfriend to have! Will go out of his way to make sure you aren't overworking yourself, it's okay to take time for yourself, too. :))

#blitzo #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluvaboss #helluva boss blitzo #helluva blitz #helluva boss blitz #blitzø

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for ditching my friends because they tried to surprise me for my birthday?

So I (F19) have really, really bad anxiety I'm trying to overcome. I've been on a couple different medications (still trying to find the right one) and working with a therapist, but it's still really bad. Like, one time I couldn't leave the house to go grocery shopping for over a week, because the thought of being in public sent me into panic attacks. So a friend tried to help me by ordering me a pizza and said I just needed to sign his name for it when it got there, and that sent me into another panic attack because 1) Now I needed to wait for this pizza, 2) I needed to open the door and talk to a stranger, 3) I needed to sign a guy's name when I'm obviously a girl so they're gonna KNOW I'm not the one who ordered the pizza and what if they take me to jail?? Yeah, it's totally irrational I know. And I hate it. I'm TRYING to work through it, but it's hard.

A few days ago it was my birthday and 3 of my best friends (all 19) took me out to eat at a restaurant. Before we went they joked in our group texts about getting them to bring me a cake and sing happy birthday, and I told them if they do that it will undoubtedly send me into a panic attack and I will never forgive them. Full stop, do not do that to me. And they agreed. But halfway through our dinner I hear the clapping and singing, and here come a bunch of waiters carrying a cake and singing Happy Birthday. I'm freaking out but think surely this is just a fluke, they're going to another table and not to ours. My friends wouldn't do that to me. But no, they come straight up to our table and put the cake down. I get up and run out of the restaurant before they're even done singing.

I end up going back to my car and sitting there shaking and crying for I don't know how long. Eventually someone knocks on my window and it's one of my friends asking me to come back inside so they can talk to me, I say I don't want to see them right now and drive away. Instead of going home I go to my mom's house and tell her what happened and she tells me to stay as long as I need, so I turn off my phone and hide in my childhood bedroom and try to get some sleep.

I woke up the next morning to a bunch of missed calls and texts from my friends. Apparently they didn't think I'd freak out that bad (even though I told them I would) and said technically the cake wasn't for me. They lied to our waiter while I was in the bathroom and said it was one of their birthdays, not mine. So that way they could "cheat the system" and still get me a free cake and someone else would get the singing, not me. I said it doesn't matter if the singing was for me or not, I had told them if that exact situation happened it would freak me out and they did it anyway, and they did it behind my back without telling me. Like, of course I would assume the singing was for me? It was my birthday and not any of theirs and they didn't tell me about their scheme? They said I just overreacted, and it's normal for friends to surprise friends on their birthday. Did I overreact?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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starzshopoflove · 6 months

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But did he ever make you cry? (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw, literally just me projecting onto reader, best friend Soap! Pining!! Hurt/comfort! I'll make this a series if you guys like it (WC: 1.7)

(Pov first person in italics)

God when is this gonna be fucking over

I’ve been here for what? 4 hours? He just keeps going on and on and on about his ex and “How crazy she was”. When was the last time he asked me something, feels like I'm sitting here for decoration. If he wanted to talk about another girl he could have found a therapist or something, Jesus.

This might be up there in the top 10 worst dates, maybe after that freak who got up in my ear after coffee asking if I wanted to go back to his place. Am I cursed?? What is it about me and attracting these absolute losers?

Its been a while since you’ve gone out a bit rough around the edges since your last breakup. Sure the relationship wasn't that serious but it still bothered you that he left because “You weren't putting out enough” after he said it was fine that you wanted to take things slow. You got your hopes up a bit too high after this guy (absolute fuckin DWEEB) in your lecture asked if you could grab dinner together. You just wasted a solid 2 hours picking out a cute little skirt and doing your makeup checking twice to make sure you looked nothing less then too the 9’s.

And then he shows up in a baggy pair of khaki joggers and hoodie, y'know after he said “Get pretty I’ll take you somewhere nice”. Oh but of course he just “accidentally” forgot the reservations but that's fine he knows a great place nearby. The great place being a diner in the middle of a highway rest with fluorescent lights that flickered too often with a weird smell in the air.

His table manners were practically non-existent smacking his lips when he chewed, sucking on his fingers and getting ketchup on his face. That sight alone made you put down your fork that barely poked at your clearly reheat mush they insisted was a pasta dish. Oh and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking, honestly you were starting to question how it was possible he hadnt choked on his food when he spoke.

You need to get out now. Any Longer at this table and your dignity might start slipping away. He yapped on about whatever as you tuned it out, nodding your head like you cared slowly tucking your phone back into your purse and pulling it onto your shoulder. You were already drawing up a game plan in your head, bathroom, call your roommate, tell her to come get you and block his number. Perfectly full proof.

“You mind if I slip out for a moment? I gotta head to the bathroom, won't be long promise.”

You slapped on a fake smile as he shot you a nod with a sleezy grin, all your senses pulled you back into reality as you felt disgust pool in your gut at the sight of him noticing more off putting things about the longer you looked. You platforms clicked as you pattered off into the one stall bathroom, you stood up straight inside not wanting to lean on the wall when you noticed the dried piss stains and mysterious gunk smeared on it.

It was suffocating, every second of it. The smell, The lights, the noise and of course him. You felt insulted, was this really the kind of place you deserved to be taken out too? You don't get to be wined and dined every now and then do you? Even after you spend days in class or at work and heaving your bones to the campus library to study for the hundreds of tests your professors insist on giving you.

You let out a sigh of contempt digging through your purse shoving the ugly rearing head of disappointment back as you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the contact list to find your roommates number chewing on your thumbnail as you brought your phone up to your ear letting it ring, feeling your heart pound further the longer the phone rang. You but down hard once you heard the automated message trill, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you slumped against the wall of your stall running a hand through your hair.

What the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t stay here any longer or i’m not gonna be held responsible for whatever happens to him if he brings up how much he loves blondes again.

You swallowed your pride unlocking your phone again scrolling up your contact list hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at having to save you from this god awful excuse for a date as you eyes settled on his number

“Johnny 🧼”

You thumb pressed down on the number bringing your shakey hand back up to your ear, the pressure that was just annoying you got heavier on your chest the longer you thought about having to stay here with him. You might burst into tears if you had to stay another hour and listen to this loser describe how much he likes girls that are the exact opposite of you basically holding you hostage to listen on this “date”

The ringing stopped when a sigh on the other end of the line broke the silence

“Ello?”

You felt the pressure on your chest bubble and pop once you heard his voice, your own cracking a little as you spoke up. Yeah it was embarrassing to cry over the phone but it would be more embarrassing to sit there and finish the date with red eyes.

“Johnny,, please tell me your not busy right now”

“Can’t be busy when yer asleep”

Your voice was shaky which chilled his nerves with worry, you don’t call him at night unless it was an emergency and with the way you sounded all he could do was think the worst

“What’s wrong bonnie”

It was more of a hushed gentle voice than any annoyance you anticipated, he couldn’t see it but you were already bleary eyed and pouting over the line.

You sat down closing the toilet lid as another shakey sigh let you while the seat creaked under you. You felt you words choke up in your throat pressing heavy on your sternum. You wanted to explain yourself, tell him how horrible your date went, how you felt stupid for going out with him, and how sorry you are for bothering him at night knowing he just got back from a mission only a few days ago.

“Talk to me bonnie, can’t help if you dinnae tell me”

“Can you come get me, ‘m sorry”

Barely a whisper over the phone, Johnny was already imagining the worst when you asked him that. You could hear him shuffling around the room already pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear. In his head you were already kidnapped locked away in some cellar ready to be shipped away, when you were just sniffling and tearing up in a shitty diner bathroom.

“You ok? nbody hurtin you?”

You could hear him tugging his heavy boots on, finally letting out a breath you were suffocating to hold knowing you’d finally get out of here

“No ‘m just not having a good time please, i’ll tell you when your here.”

Johnny looked down hearing his phone ping with the location hushing your sniffling through the line as he opened up the map shutting his front door and quickly sliding into his pick up.

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The wait felt like forever, it wasn’t of course you watched the clock religiously. 8 minutes, Johnny sped across town in 8 minutes for you, probably breaking a few laws he’d wave away once he got here.

He walked into the diner seeing it empty, your date no where to be seen while he took in the atmosphere. It was disgusting, and all he could think about was how you got here and why you would ever be here heavily sighing as he paced over knocking on the bathroom door leaning slightly against the door as he waited for your response or even just a sound.

“Steamin Jesus,, lovie you in here?”

He could hear shuffling on the other side as you opened the door up looking up at him with a pouted face and flushed face trying to hold back any noise or tears not wanting to cry in front of him. His hand slowly went to the small of your back gently rubbing and guiding you away from the loo.

“What you doin out ‘ere alone bunny?”

His voice was low as he mumbled down to you softly, face screwed and eyebrows furrowed while he peered down at you spinning your head around the small dinner seeing your abandoned table and spotting a napkin with writing on it.

You moved over to the table reading the napkins silently

“Tif called, had a good time with you, sorry this didn’t work out!”

He left. He asked you out and left you abandoned in the middle of a dinner after trying to feed you shitty food. He asked you out and thought it was fine to treat you like this. This was the straw that broke your back crumpling the napkin under your hand as you pressed your palms on the table hanging your head, you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough what’s the worst some crying can do.

Johnny watching you crumble felt like a punch to his gut knocking all the air out of his lungs, He moves your hand off the napkin reading it and turning his head to you. Your hands already found your face hiding your shame as you stifled your sobs and swallowed thickly at the fat tears pouring down your face. He could be angry later when he finally got his hands on who ever hurt you

He pulled your hands off your face, wrapping you in his arms one hand on the small of your back, another petting at your hair, hushing you softly as you slid your hands up to cling at his shirt burying your face into his chest shaking and heaving as you tried not to be loud. He petted at your hair, rocking you gently holding you close tucking your head under his chin as he slowly turned back to sit down in the booth tugging you down to his lap letting you curl up in on him again letting you cry to him as he coo’d to you

“Shh poor darling girl, talk to me bonnie, breath ts ok ‘m here for ye”

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mine | gf!sam carpenter x reader

summary: it's very hard to sam fight against her instincts. so, maybe she should embrace them.

pairings: ghostface!sam carpenter x mackenzie!fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of mental disorders, blood, death of a character, suicide, dark themes.

word count: 3.2k words.

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Sam felt guilty. She felt dirty. Disgusting, even.

Ever since the attacks in Woodsboro, she felt a switch turn inside of her. I mean, she always felt a little different, ever since she was a kid; she hated sharing, hated when things didn't went her way. Hated pretty much every person alive except her sister. And she never found peace. She had to reccur to drinking and drugs to forget about those feelings, even if for just a second. It was raging. Like it was tearing her chest from the inside out. The hallucinations with her real father, the voices she heard telling her to do things, all the anxiety and panic she felt daily. It was torture, to her.

And that got so freaking worse when she met you.

Sam met you through her sister, Tara. The attacks in Woodsboro were very personal to you. You lost your sister there. Your best friend, your Liv. You guys were closer than everything. Both of you were almost the same person, like two peas in a pod. Losing her was losing a part of you. And Sam pretty much saved you back then. Physically and emotionally.

When Sam fell in love with you, she thought that all of the horrible shit she felt would go away for good. She was innocent, of course; thought that love was the solution to all the problems in the world. And it was, for a while.

She felt peaceful, she felt at home. Everytime you kissed her, she forgot about everything bad that was inside of her. It was calm. Something she didn't even remembered how it felt. After Richie, Sam never thought about dating again; she couldn't even trust people enough to let them in. But she trusted you; she loved you. There was something about you and your personality that captivated her, and Sam couldn't even figure it out what it was. She didn't wanted to. She was too busy loving you to even think about these things.

That was the scenario for the first few months of your relationship, of course.

She definetly felt a switch turn inside of her after the attacks.

Why did she felt like that? Why did it feel good? When killing Richie, stabbing him, his blood splattering all over the floor and against her face. Seeing his life fade away in her bare hands. Why did it felt right?

It was too much, for her. She had to go to therapy, against her own will. It was scary. She had to switch therapists every now and then everytime she spoke about her feelings. It was too much for them, as well.

These thoughts haunted her. She had dreams about Richie, about the feeling of his blood in her hands, the smell of Amber's burnt skin, the knife piercing through Richie's flesh. And it wasn't helpful when her father decided to show up every now and then to have a little chat with her.

"You know you wanna do it." Sam turned around, scared that someone had broken into her house, but it was just him. Billy Loomis. "It's a human instinct, Sam. It's our instinct."

She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore him, getting back to her chores. It was almost like she could feel his presence in the room physically. She heard him laugh, but promptly ignored him; getting back to cut some vegetables for dinner. "Look at you, Sam. Look how the knife fits perfectly in your hand. It's like you were made for this."

She closed her eyes shut and threw the knife angrily at the sink. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" She screamed, turning around and realizing he was finally gone. That was her life now, day after day. The meds were barely working, and therapy was pretty much useless. So, in a last attempt to save the last bits of her sanity, she decided to leave Woodsboro. Maybe that was the solution all along, she thought. She needed to move on, to forget about the trauma, to live a normal life with her family. And maybe, just maybe, New York City would erase all of the past.

Sam woke up breathless. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Another nightmare, like usual. And as always, about you. Dreaming about your death. The thought of you dying was terrifying to her, she felt this need to protect you from everything and everyone at all times and it could be too much for her own sanity sometims.

She looked to the side of the bed, her body shaking when she realised you weren't there.

"(Y/N)?" She got up the bed and looked for you in the bathroom, feeling dizzy and anxious. "(Y/N)??"

She ran to the kitchen, hoping to find you there; which she did. You were making yourself some late night snack with your headphones on, not even paying atention to your surroundings. Her heart finally slowed down, holding the chair next to her to calm herself down. You turned around for whatever reason and saw her there, looking like she ran a marathon. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine." She looked at you, breathless. You took your airpods off, worried. I mean, it was a common thing to see her waking up in the middle of the night; you knew she had nightmares all the time, probably everyday. You made her sit down, holding her head between your hands. "Tell me, what happened this time?"

"You were there... You were-" She didn't even had the guts to say it. She couldn't even think about you dying. "It felt so fucking real."

"I know, baby. I know." You soothed her, sitting in her lap and holding her in your arms. She felt a kiss on the top of her head, and your smell quickly invaded her nostrils; she finally was at peace now. "It was a bad dream, ok? Remember what I told you: These are only..."

"...Only dreams. You're right." She finished the sentence, looking at you, feeling finally at peace. You kissed her head again, getting out of your embrace.

"I'm gonna get you some water, baby."

"No... Stay with me." She whined, like a baby. You laughed and kissed her lips quickly.

"I'm literally 10 steps away from you. I think you can handle a couple of seconds without me, huh?" You answered, going to the fridge to grab her a water bottle. She looked straight at you, waiting for you to be done so she could finally hug you again. You handed her the water bottle and she promptly drank it; nightmares made her really thristy, for some reason. You were getting ready to sit on her lap again but your phone started ringing, making you go in its direction. "Who the fuck is calling me right now?"

You were intrigued, until you saw the number's id. It was your friend from college, Rachel. The two of you got very close ever since you moved to New York. And that bothered the shit out of Sam, mainly because you were talking to her all the time. Laughing with her, going to places with her. She should do all of this stuff with me, she thought.

"Let me guess... Rachel again?" Sam asked, kind of annoyed. The feeling she hated the most started to build up inside of her. She hated sharing.

"She's not that bad, baby. I get that she can be too much sometimes, but you really should give her a chance." You said before answering the phone. You were so naive, Sam thought. You were innocent to the point where you thought that the reason Sam hated her was because of her personality (rightfully so, because Rachel really could be unbearable sometimes). She could be the nicest, friendliest person in the entire world, and that wouldn't change a thing.

To Sam, she was competition. She was the enemy.

You turned away so you could talk to your friend more privately. It wasn't even something that important, probably just some late night movie session that Rachel was having on her own and she called to say how it was going. It was the love for movies that brought you two together; and also your shared hate of Van Helsing and the second triology of Star Wars.

Sam frowned and got up, going to the bathroom to wash her face a little bit. She was stressed. She was angry. This isn't how it was supposed to be.

Stupid. She's so stupid. She can't even wait until morning to call her? Fucking bitch.

She washed her face with a little bit of cold water, but when she was finished and looked herself in the mirror, she saw him again.

"She's so inconvinient, am I right?" He said, blood splattered all over his face and clothes. "Calling your girl at 3 AM, as if she didn't had anything better to do... As if she didn't had a girlfriend to take care of."

"Stop it." She said, quietly. She didn't wanted for you to know that Billy was back.

"Why do you let this happen, Sam? It isn't right. She's yours. Yet here you are, letting her waste your guys' time to talk with another chick. Oh, I thought you were better than that..."

"Please, shut up."

"You know what you need to do. This has gone way too far." He said, seriously. "You need to take her out of your way, Sam."

"I'm not gonna do shit." She took a deep breath, remembering all of the things you said to her when she was anxious, but this time they weren't helping.

"But you should. She's gonna take your girl away. Are you gonna let that happen, Sam? That's not how we do stuff."

"I'm not like you..."

"Don't be like me, then. Be better. Sneak away in the middle of the night."

"Stop."

"Grab your knife with you. Tie your hair in a ponytail."

"Please, stop."

"Slice her wrists and make it look like a suicide."

"Please..."

"Wear the mask, Sam."

"STOP!" She yelled, and looked up. Billy was gone.

"I'll call you later, Rach." You turned off your phone and ran into the bathroom, where you found Sam crying in front of the sink. You took the girl into your arms and caressed her hair softly. "Baby, I'm so sorry... You're gonna be alright, okay?" Sam nodded in your arms, still crying. She was scared of herself. Scared of him coming back. Scared that this plan would, maybe, come true one day.

And the worst part about all of this is the fact it seemed like a very good idea.

It was eating her alive. Everytime you grabbed your phone to talk to her, everytime she called. Or worse, when you invited her over to watch some stupid sci-fi movies. She could do all that shit with me. She should do all that shit with me. That was all she was thinking when she was on her way to her therapist (which, surprisingly, didn't leave when Sam opened up about her feelings). It didn't take long for her to get to the therapist's office; that was something Sam loved about NYC. She would just take the subway and go pretty much everywhere in the city.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this." She said to her doctor, whose name she didn't even bothered to remember at the moment. Other than being a shrink, he was also a psychiatrist, and to Sam, it meant that his hobby was to fill her up with meds she didn't need.

"Doing what, Sam?" The man asked. He was a nice guy, Sam thought. Mid 50s, a velvety type of voice, and was one of the few people in the world that actually listened to her.

"Sharing her. I just, I can't. It's too much."

"She's not your possession, Sam. You know that, I know that." No. He was wrong. You were hers.

"I know." She lied. "But still. It bothers me."

"And how it makes you feel, exactly?"

"Like I'm about to die. Everytime she's not with me. Everytime she spends time with another person, I wished I was dead." Another lie. She didn't wanted to die, she wanted to kill. And deep down, she knew it. She knew Billy was right; it was her instinct. But she couldn't let them take over. She had to be good. For you, and you only.

"She's a grown woman. Don't you think she is allowed to have her own life?"

"I know that. But she could do all that stuff with me. I'm capable of making her laugh, watch some stupid movies with her, or take her to fucking Madison Square Garden or some shit. I'm enough. I'm all what she needs." She said that last part in a whisper. The doctor wrote some things down, before looking at her again.

"How are the meds going, Sam?" She took a deep breath, relaxing in the chair.

"They suck. But I'm still taking them." The therapist smiled.

"That's the spirit." He wrote another thing down. "I know they can be a little bit hard on your body, but you know they help. Are you still having hallucinations?"

"Sometimes. Not like in the past, but still." She looked at the ceiling, unable to make eye contact with the man. It was a tough topic.

"When do you have them, mostly?"

"When I'm angry, or alone." The doctor nodded, making Sam confused. "Why is that?"

"These are the moments that you feel the most vulnerable, and unfortunately that's how this works; it attacks you when it knows that it can get to you." He said, without even using the term that Sam feared the most. "You can't let that happen, Sam. When you feel angry, or when you're alone, try your best to not listen to it. To not listen to him. If it gets really bad I could prescribe you something, but-"

"No. No more meds." Sam interrupted him. "I can handle it."

He nodded. The consult ended quickly, and Sam was already roaming New York City's streets after a couple of minutes. She needed to forget about all of this, in a healthy way. She promised you and Tara to stop drinking, so the only solution she had to forget about all of her shit was to walk.

She grabbed her phone, hoping you'd had texted her. Nothing. Why she wouldn text me? She always texts me after my consult. Sam thought for a second. Opened Instagram, trying to see if you posted anything. She clicked on your stories. Her heart sank to her stomach, seeing a picture of you and Rachel. Of course she was with Rachel. Stupid, fucking Rachel. She didn't even knew you were gonna be with her tonight.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be busy tonight?"

You didn't take long to respond. "I thought I told you, baby. I'm just watching some tv shows with Rach."

Just reading her name made Sam feel nauseous. Rachel. Such an ugly name.

Sam responded your text lovingly, but feeling the opposite inside. All of that anger and fury came back to her. And that was only one thing in her mind right now.

Sam waited. 30 minutes, 1 hour. 2 hours. Nothing. You got home after 3 hours of waiting, which made Sam freaking pissed. She was supposed to be with me.

"Hey baby, I'm home! Sorry I took too long..." You got into the apartment, and Sam gave you a fake smile. You walked to te couch, where she was sitting, and sat on her lap, kissing her entire face dozens of times. "I'm sorry, okay? I know that friday's are our nights, but I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"It's fine, baby. Don't worry."

It wasn't fine. Sam wasn't really proud of what she did next, but it was the only solution she could think at the moment. She put a few drops of some allergy meds in your water, to make you sleepy; which happened in about 30 minutes. You both were cuddling while watching some stupid reality show, when you fell asleep. It was te perfect oportunity; Tara was at Chad's dorm, Quinn was at some hookup's place. It was just the two of you. She would be back before you woke up.

Sam changed her clothing. Put on the most generic outfit she could find, nothing special. Grabbed a hair tie. Put a surgical mask on, along with some reading glasses. She felt like fucking Clark Kent. She put some stuff in her backpack and made her way into the streets. She was calm. You wouldn't find out. Never.

Sam was a smart girl, she did her research. She knew Rachel's address by memory, and with a little internet help, she also found out that Rachel was freaking depressed. Damn, how can this be so easy? Thankfully, Rachel lived in a small house right near Brooklyn. It was late at night, no one was walking the streets except for Sam. The whole way there, she felt anxious, but in the best fucking way possible. Sam never felt this good before, only when she was with you. She always felt happy with you.

It didn't took that long for Sam to get there. Sam tied her hair, looking at the girls body right at the window. She was hidden behind a car, which made it easier for her to change into the outfit she brought. A ghostface's outfit.

"Put on the mask, Sam." She heard Billy's voice in her head, making her shiver. "Listen to me this time."

And she did.

Sam entered the house with no difficulty, the girl lived by herself and had a poor security system. She got inside, and did what she was yearning to do for days.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" The girl asked, after Sam revealed herself. She wanted Rachel to ser her, she wanted for her to know who was her killer.

"I'm here to gut you, Rachel."

Sam took the girl down, immobilizing her. Putting all her body weight on the top of hers. She tried to fight back but it was useless, Sam was stronger.

With a razor, she slit both of the girls wrists vertically.

The blood splattered all over the floor, all over Sam's body.

She felt a rush of dopamine immediately. It felt so fucking good. Seeing her life fade away right in front of her. Now (Y/N) would spend all of her time with me.

Sam spent some 10 minutes just looking at the girls dead body, like if it was a piece of art. She took a deep breath, grabbing a wooden pick she brought with her to clean under Rachel's nails, trying to erase each and every bit of Sam's dna that could potentially frame her. She knew it wouldn't have any, but still.

Sam got up, went to the girls computer. Wrote a suicide letter. It was pretty convincible, to be honest.

Before leaving, Sam looked at her lifelesss body one last time, her mouth watering at the sight. Right next to her, was Billy, looking pleased.

"Good job, Sam. I'm proud of you, kid." Sam took a deep breath. "No one is taking your girl away now."

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May I request a shapeshifter!reader x platonic!avengers/Bucky where the reader was experimented on by Hydra and received her powers there? The Avengers try to recruit and help reader but she’s freaked out from all that’s happened and Bucky helps her overcome the fear and stress and learn to use her powers? Lots of angst but also lots of fluff if possible? (I also want to add your username is amazing lol /gen /lh )

oooooh I've never written a shapeshifter!reader, but I'm very interested with the whole idea. hope you like what I've come up with🥰

Tragedy

♡ Pairing: Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Shapeshifter!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of hydra experimentation, mentions of past torture, mentions of Bucky's trauma, anxiety, depression, tony being tony

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The Avengers compound had been chaotic for the past week, tons of missions, plenty of people getting burnt out— overall it was busy. The compound had gathered some new recruits, adding some much needed people to their team. It would take awhile before they were respected like all of the original Avengers— but they’d get there in time.

A pair of invisible twins had joined the team, taking time with Wanda to master their ability, practice being stealthy. They also had the ability to read minds, which is why Wanda wanted to work with them.

A boy at the age of 19 had just been recruited, his ability being super strength. He was strong, fast and overall almost as in shape as some certain super soldiers. Steve had taken a liking to the boy immediately, noticing he wasn’t just enhanced— but he had a good heart as well, sweet as pie. Steve didn’t hesitate to take him under his wing.

Lastly, there was you. You were the most recent recruit— having just been released from the asylum. Yeah… asylum. Unlike the other new recruits, you had a battered past and a scarred brain. You didn’t have an easy journey to become apart of the team. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be an avenger— you were just trying to survive.

You had been rescued almost a year ago from a hidden HYDRA facility. Almost thousands of bodies littered the building, the scattered evidence that HYDRA had been secretly experimenting on innocent people. The team had scopes out the entire building with heavy hearts, not finding any sign of life— until they had found you. He had found you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Hidden underneath the facility through a tiny window, you were being held, chains keeping you locked int the confined space. The team remembered that image perfectly, the way they shuttered in horror that you had had to live like this for god knows how long. It was an unsettling day, but a victorious one at least. They had saved you and brought you to medical center immediately. After tests had been done, scans had been run— you were moved to an asylum.

To say you were difficult would be an understatement. But it was just that, you weren’t difficult— you were traumatized. You didn’t feel in control of your body, your mind— your abilities. You were spiraling, the newfound freedom unfamiliar— uncomfortable. You were kept in a white room for a couple months, until you showed signs of progress. You’d speak when you had to. You’d eat if you were told to. You functioned more normally as the days passed, as the therapy sessions came and went.

Truthfully, it was all bullshit. No one recovers from that kind of life. The life of imprisonment and torture.

How could you?

You recovered enough to be allowed out of the white room, walking the halls of the asylum. You knew you didn’t belong here, you weren’t what they labeled you as… crazy. You were struggling to adapt to your new life— that’s all.

Soon enough, your therapist thought you were stable enough to move on to bigger things— like joining the Avengers. She had briefly told you that she talked with a Mr. Fury, and that you had been invited to be an avenger. You wanted to laugh at the offer, how does one even get an offer like that? Although your declines were ignored and you found out quickly that if you didn’t obey and join the avengers, you’d be locked up again at the asylum.

It was either you adapt and do good— be good. Or you were back to staring at the white walls. You chose to not put up much of a fight and let them guide you to the compound. In the back of your mind you wondered if you would always be kept somewhere against your will. The Avengers were good compared to HYDRA, but ultimately— they were holding you hostage just as HYDRA was.

Guess you should be used to it by now.

The introduction was embarrassing, everyone staring at you like you were fresh meat— yeah you were, but the stares had you feeling incredibly self conscious. Everyone seemed nice, offering to help in any way that they could to help you adjust easier. You thanked them quietly and kept to yourself, the team didn’t hear much from you ever.

Unlike the other new recruits, no Avenger spoke out to take you under their wing. Nobody wanted you around.

It was a particular rough training day that had things falling apart.

You had wandered into the training room on your own, sitting crisscrossed by the large mirror. You were trying to meditate, since your little scare this morning. You were a shapeshifter, and could transform into any being, take on their appearance— but not without difficulty. You could only transform if you had touched something. It was unlike any stories that were ever told about your kind— shifting was painful. Back at HYDRA, you were chained down to a table while guards would bring in different kinds of creatures, different suffering innocent people. They beat you into shifting, torture you until you took a different form.

When you woke this morning, your heart was beating scarily quick. Your limbs were cold, your fingertips and toes numb— you had identified it quickly as a panic attack. You dreamt of your days back in HYDRA— the days you were tortured for hours on end, days on end. You found yourself wanting to shift into a muscular guard you had seen in your dream— appear stronger and bigger. You felt you needed to be on alert, protect yourself from the dangers of your dream. The feeling quickly flowed throughout your body, the familiar pain of shifting coming on fast— so you tried everything you could to calm down. That’s where you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, attempting to meditate.

Bucky wandered into the room, getting ready for his own workout when he noticed your small form on the floor. He watched through the reflection as you had your eyes shut, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He was no expert, but he had an idea of what you were trying to do— possibly what had happened. His heart clenched at the sight, feeling terrible that someone else had to go through such things.

Sure, he had read your file— but that was no way to get to know someone. He was waiting for a good chance to introduce himself, maybe show you around. He found that rather difficult, you were very good at staying hidden— sneaking out of a room without notice. He admired your stealthiness, but he didn’t want you to feel like you had to be around the compound.

“Hey.” He started, feeling bad when he saw you jump slightly at his greeting.

You met his blues through the mirror and turned quickly to face him, standing up along the way.

“Hi.” You greeted quietly.

He smiled at your gentle voice, deciding to stop at a good length away— not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Haven’t really gotten a chance to introduce myself since you got here. I’m Bucky.” He held his flesh hand out.

You eyeballed his hand, knowing that you would gain the ability to take his form if you touched him. You took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air traveling down your throat to your lungs— before you raised your hand.

“Nice to meet you Bucky, I’m (Y/n).” You said quickly, pulling your hand back to your side— ignoring the tingling sensation that his touch had left.

It wasn’t the unpleasant feeling of shifting either— it was just a pleasant buzz.

“(Y/n), what do you say after I’m done in here— I’ll show you around the compound. Introduce you to everybody.” He offered and immediately regretted his words at the expression of horror on your face.

You gulped, the thought of meeting so many faces all in one day— it was extremely overwhelming and anxiety inducing. You didn’t want to mess up your first impression, you wanted to have gotten a good nights rest before you met everyone. You probably looked a mess, your hair— your clothes—

“(Y/n)?”

Bucky’s voice snapped you back to the moment and you shook your head, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. Being caught in a little moment there.

“Uh… I’d rather meet everyone another time… if that’s okay.” You whispered out, nervous that he’d get mad at your refusal.

He noticed how nervous you were to tell him no, on one hand he was proud that you had spoke up— knowing you came from HYDRA. Another part of him was saddened at your hesitation— no doubt you were waiting for a beating or some kind of torture.

“Of course, we can go at your pace.” He told you in a soft voice, hoping to keep the conversation smooth and calm.

You weren’t prepared for the kindness and you felt thrown off at his response. It took you a second to gather your thoughts before you could talk again.

“Thank you.” You whispered so quietly that you were sure he didn’t hear you.

Bucky had though, and even if he didn’t respond— he felt his heart hurt at your scared quiet voice. He hated HYDRA— so fucking much.

The conversation ended soon after, giving you time to excuse yourself to your room while Bucky started his workout— all his thoughts of you of course.

You hadn’t given him a full answer in his offer. He knew you didn’t want to meet everyone yet— which was fine. But he still wanted to show you around— if you wanted to.

After he showered and cleaned himself up, it was the late afternoon. He headed up to your room to retrieve you.

He knocked three times before waiting patiently. He could hear the faint thuds of you inside, and by the sounds of it— you hadn’t been expecting a visitor.

The door swung open and your eyes widened at Bucky standing there. For a second you wondered if someone was setting him up to do this… talk to you.

“Hey. Was wondering if you were still up for the tour?” He asked hesitantly, waiting for you to decline.

You thought for a moment, taking in the way he looked clean, his hair seemed freshly washed and shiny. Your eyes wandered to his outfit, jeans and a navy blue henley that complimented his eyes. You smiled little at how put together he looked.

“Just you and I?” You wondered, swaying on your feet.

He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just us. Whatta ya say?”

You wondered how much it would hurt to find out he was indeed being forced to hang with you. It would sting— but would it really be anything new? You repeled people and that’s the way you liked it. No one had the chance of hurting you if you didn’t let anyone in.

You gave in regardless, taking a chance. Knowing that this was going to hurt.

“Okay. Lemme get a sweater.” You told him, sneaking back inside you room— grabbing a gray knitted sweater.

Pulling it over your tank, you exited your room and closed your door with a click. Turning towards him, you were met with happy crinkly eyes, his warm smile beaming into you. It was hard not to smile back, but you managed somehow.

“Where to?” You asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. First stop— the kitchen.” He announced dramatically.

You could tell he was trying a little too hard to make you comfortable. But it was an appreciated gesture— you just couldn’t stop thinking about how much this was going to hurt.

Every sweet gesture was just another rock being placed over your chest. Eventually your bones wouldn’t be able to hold the rocks— they’d crack them and crush your heart.

You said nothing as you followed behind him, wandering through the hallways until you both entered the kitchen— which was full of avengers. Your anxiety spiked immediately and you wanted to disappear from all the staring.

“Heyyyy! Look who it is! It’s the rookie— are you done hiding from us now?” Tony asked dramatically, fake being hurt.

His question was fair, but you couldn’t find yourself able to answer with all eyes on you. You could feel yourself start to sweat, your hands cold and becoming numb. Some may think you’re being dramatic, but you just weren’t mentally prepared to meet everyone.

“Tony don’t…” Bucky warned lowly, trying to keep his voice down as to not bring any more attention on you.

“Oh c’mon Barnes— you have to be a little curious as to where she’s been hiding this whole time. Let’s remember this is my property— I deserve to know who’s living in it.” He said as a matter of factly.

You swallowed and tried thinking of a response. Maybe you should apologize. You wondered.

“She still deserves privacy Stark.” Natasha voiced from the corner of the room.

Tony rolled his eyes, turning back towards you with a smirk.

“Sooo what’s up rookie? Where ya been?” He asked.

Despite many trying to defend you— they were also curious as to where you have been. They knew of your arrival and hadn’t seen you much since then, besides Bucky. But he was only just starting to talk with you today.

“I’ve been in my room mostly, trying to adjust.” You managed to make out, your throat was still tight with nerves.

Bucky looked to you with a pitied gaze. He felt bad that he had put you in this position.

“You should totally come to a famous Avengers movie night sometime kid.” Tony suggested, and a bunch of the surrounding Avengers nodded.

You relaxed just slightly, although Tony was pushy and loud— you could tell he had good intentions. You nodded your head and attempted a small smile.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll definitely make it one night.” You told him, and he smiled in triumph.

“I’m not too hungry anymore— wanna get outta here?” Bucky spoke from beside you, and you felt relief at his words.

“Yes please.” You whispered to him, earning a smile from the soldier.

You two waved your goodbyes and headed out of the room, heading towards the living area. Bucky immediately spoke up once you two were away from the rest.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry— I didn’t think they’d all be in there. Please know that I didn’t do that to you on purpose.” He apologized and you took him by surprise by grabbing his metal hand.

“It’s fine, I believe you.” You reassured him, “Besides, Tony is right. I need to stop hiding.”

Bucky softened his gaze and held your hand properly with his metal one, getting your attention on his blues.

“Hey, you don’t have to rush into anything. You go at your pace, okay?” He told you, his voice smooth and gentle. “I know what it’s like to switch to this lifestyle after living with…”

He trailed off, knowing your story from the file but he didn’t know if you knew that. Of course, you had assumed everyone knew your story— kind of sucked, but you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“I know. Its much different here than Hydra.” You finished for him. “It will take time but I’ll get there. I already feel better now that I can talk to you.”

“I’m here if you ever need to talk— about anything. I’m not so sure how great I am with advice but… I’m a good listener.” He told you.

You smiled and gave his metal hand a tiny playful tug.

“Thank you Bucky.”

He nodded and gave your hand a playful tug back.

“Don’t need to thank me, just know I’m here for you.”

A/N: haven’t proofread this— ignore spelling mistakes🥰

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hey! when you say you're doing konmari, what specifically *are* you doing? is it one of her books or a course or smth?? a lot of the struggles you've talked about working through with all of this are similar to ones I struggle with so I'm interested in giving something like that a shot!!

Hiiiii!!!! I’m followin her book The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. The whole deal! I started it with just whatever info was free on the internet but actually bought the book a bit into the process. The daily posts were to be silly but it became pretty nice to look back & stay with it. So I admit maybe I didn’t really do the first step “envision the life you want” part very deeply actually what even are the rules

Rule 1 yeah ok I was pretty excited to start I had always wanted to try it I once met a woman at a party who said everything she owned could fit in one box and I thought that sounded so cool and I just really wanted to do something kinda “big” I was feelin pretty stuck pretty overwhelmed and also Marie calls it a “Tidying Festival” which is so goofy and sweet

Rule 2 ok I kinda didn’t do much work here it was more like “idk man who even am I let’s find out” I had done something similar for a “nutritional therapist” (kinda bullshit but I don’t regret it) once and found it difficult so I really just have uh a brain feeling of ease and playfulness I’m thinking of as a lazy Sunday energy

Rule 3 I do get a bit stuck here in that I don’t always know where I want to put my stuff so I find myself doing some surprise deep cleaning. But! This means I’ve cleaned a ton of areas without wanting to cry or barf and it feels weird to admit as a grown ass gender but it’s probably the first time I’ve felt actual pride

Rule 4 - this and 3 are probably the secret sauce for me. It’s a nice structure and it keeps the steps simple enough to not freak out but just challenging enough to wanna do it.

Rule 5 the order did sound a bit random (clothes, books, paper, Komono, sentimental items) but it rips. Clothes are so unavoidably functional and emotional that it really is the easiest. Books are surprisingly aspirational?? Very “I want to be the kind of person that wants to read this” and I had to figure out how to divorce potential from actual appreciation. I did books three times. Like. I can just go to a library such low stakes with discarding books. Paper I wanted to die but what a gift

Rule 6 being the thing that everyone knows. I really have been making myself TOUCH THE ITEM and genuinely thank it. It’s also the part people don’t do?? Which is wild!? It’s so helpful??? Thanking things dissolved all the anxiety and loss aversion or guilt. It was also really fun to pick up something that gives you the giddy and imagine what it could be like to feel that for everything in the house. I mean why not it’s achievable. Oh also people think it’s about minimalism (it’s not) and getting rid of stuff you need (no) or replacing everything with a fancier thing (definitely not)

Oh wow I wrote a lot hahaaa

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Dark! Xavier Thorpe x reader: part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Wednesday sat in the therapists office trying to think of how she could leave as Dr Kinbott tried to get her to open up, excusing herself to the bathroom as she looked around finding a window which she quickly climbed out of sliding down the pipe sneaking past the Principle's car and slipping into the coffee shop. Tyler jumping as she appeared behind the steam, the two conversing for a moment before she went to fix the machine. Y/n walked through town, dressed in her casual wear as she stuffed her hands in her coat pockets, she wanted to get a present for Enid since she was feeling down about her roommate so she'd brought her a pink sequinned skirt which sat in her bag as she typed away on her phone. Xavier asking if she still wanted to come to the nightshade meeting but Y/n refused to participate unless Enid was invited. She didn't know who else was in it but apparently they didn't think Enid was cut out for the group when Xavier asked so Y/n has firmly rejected his offer over and over since he wanted to bring her to the rooftop parties, skinny dipping, cocktails parties, mostly the skinny dipping. Y/n rolled her eyes as Xavier called her, her nails clicking against the phone as she answered looking across the road seeing Wednesday as the Weathervane.

"Yes?" Y/n said as she looked at her nails leaning against the wall as she looked at Wednesday talking to a boy as Xavier laughed down the phone.

"Come on, come to the meeting and see everyone, you know you want to." Y/n sighed pinching the bridge of her nose as she looked at the sky seeing the clouds cover the sun slightly.

"You're never going to stop are you? Get Enid in and then i will come to all your little parties and whatever else you weirdos do." Y/n said as she looked back towards Wednesday seeing three boys stood around her, her voice fading as she began walking over cutting Xavier off.

"I gotta go some normies are a bit too close to Wednesday." Y/n hung up as Xavier went to say something, hurrying across the street pushing the door to the coffee shop open as she interrupted Wednesday standing after one of the boys pushed the barista.

"Do you boys need something?" Y/n said scowling as her eyes turned purple the boy moving away from Wednesday as she stood next to the shorter girl placing a hand on her shoulder that glowed purple.

"Another freak, get the hell out of our town." Y/n snapped her head to the boy who spoke, a sick grin on her face as she flicked her finger making him fly upwards and dangle upside down, Wednesday glaring at the boy who pushed Tyler as Y/n sauntered forward pouting at the upside down boy. The other one going to punch her as she held her hand up his body freezing as purple mist surrounded him.

"Apologise." Y/n said with a wide grin her voice dropping into an almost sultry tone as she put her hands on her knees, Tyler's face turning bright red until he heard the sound of Wednesday beating up the mayor's son, his attention back on her as she defended him. The boys glared at Y/n as she fake pouted tilting her head in a mocking way before standing straight crossing her arms and cocking her hip.

"I don't like bullies, apologise now." Y/n's eyes flashed vivid purple as she spoke her voice no longer sweet instead she gritted it out as the floor opened, her eyes not leaving the two boys as the Sheriff panicked.

"Let them go." He said looking towards Tyler as he tried to explain, Y/n looking at him with a smile but keeping them stuck as she raised her hand in mock surrender. Shrugging her shoulders as the boys stayed frozen with purple mist around them her eyes returning to normal.

"I don't know what you're on about officer." Y/n smiled politely as Principle Weems ran in seeing the two boys stuck and one on the ground a smile on her face as she apologised

"I apologise Sheriff these two escaped me, Y/n let them go." Principle's Weems voice came out stern as Y/n rolled her eyes looking at the boys with an eyebrow raised.

"They need to apologise first." Principle's Weems tried not to panic as she walked over to Y/n, looming over her as Y/n's eyes flashed purple in warning at the older woman, she didn't appreciate being intimidated. Y/n didn't drop them moving her hand as she waved her powers about enjoying aggravating the Principle and the sheriff. The sheriff nodding at the boys as they quickly apologised Y/n grinning widely and letting them go, the boy being placed gently on the ground as the other one moved further away his eyes darting to his friends as Y/n let the Principle pull her out. Tyler wanting to thank her and Wednesday but they both got escorted out with his dad accusing Wednesday's dad of murder 30 years ago, Y/n using her powers to open and close the car door as she relaxed Wednesday climbing in next to her as Principle Weems began lecturing them.

"That was unacceptable behaviour from both of you, Y/n you are not helping yourself i thought we had an understanding that you would be behaved, and Wednesday running out of your therapy session. I am so embarrassed." Principle Weems kept talking as Y/n looked out the window before turning towards the front seat leaning forward as she opened her palm a small bundle of mist in her palm.

"Principle Weems." Y/n said making the blonde haired woman turn as Y/n blew her smoke towards her, the mist covering her face before Y/n leaned back watching a smile come over Principle Weems face as she turned back to the road driving calmly.

"How was your session Wednesday?" Said girl looked at Y/n oddly before responding a single word Y/n now twirling her magic around her finger as she smiled at herself turning towards Wednesday putting her finger to her lips and grinning at the confused girl who only nodded.

Y/n walked away from Wednesday as she texted Xavier saying she was back since he'd been flooding her with messages worried about what had happened, turning a corner as Xavier swung his arm over her shoulder Y/n looking at him with a smile.

"Want to explain what happened then?" Xavier said with a soft smile as Y/n placed her phone in her pocket passing him the bag as he took it walking with her towards the Quad.

"Some guys thought they could pick on Wednesday, i may have intervened but before you even think about telling me off i used my little trick to remove the memory from Principle Weems." Xavier smiled as she knew he was going to tell her off in fear of her getting expelled, she was always getting into small incidents mostly because she was getting into fun bets with her friends.

"So rebellious, be careful you might make enemies with the normies." Y/n chuckled as they arrived at the table, Y/n taking the bag off Xavier as she leaned over placing it infront of Enid as she played with her nails, her eyes lighting up as she looked at Y/n.

"If this doesn't make you smile i don't know what will." Enid squealed standing up as she pulled the skirt out, holding it against her body as she ran over hugging Y/n as she stroked her hair rolling her eyes at how easily she changed to happy. Enid rushed over to Ajax sitting next to him as she showed him the skirt, his face going lightly pink as his snake hissed coming out his beanie showing his affection for her, Y/n sitting next to where Xavier had dropped down his legs straddling the bench as Y/n sat between his legs facing forward. Xavier dropped his head to her shoulder blowing air out onto her hair as she started chatting to Enid until a shadow stood over them, Y/n looking over to see Wednesday staring at her.

"What was that?" Wednesday said making Y/n quirk an eyebrow as she shuffled to straddle the bench her back against Xavier's chest as his arms wrapped around her waist his eyes closed and head leaning on her shoulder not paying attention. Y/n was used to him being draped over her, he always used the excuse of being tired and she didn't pry further not caring that he wanted to be so close enjoying the contact herself.

"Wednesday, can't you just say thank you and be happy you're not in trouble?" Y/n smiled at her as Wednesday kept the same face before nodding and leaving, Enid rushing after her wanting to talk about their room. Xavier opened his eyes leaning back bringing Y/n with him as she let him do whatever he wanted, he'd slowly been adding more contact over the months he'd known her and she had never said or shown any dislike towards him doing it.

"Why am i nice to people?" Y/n said looking towards Ajax as he stared at Enid with a small smile turning to Y/n as he stood up shrugging.

"Atleast you got a nod, she terrified me the first time i met her." Ajax left picking up his bag as Y/n moved out Xavier's hold turning to face him as he smiled at her, returning the smile she used her powers to push back his hair. Her knee raising do she could lean her head on it tilting her head as Xavier copied her.

"Only a few weeks until the poe cup, i hope you're not drawing anything dirty in your little porn shed." Y/n said with a cheeky grin as Xavier rolled his eyes, Y/n liked to tease that he had a secret stash of porn magazines as if he was a 90's horny teen, she wasn't fully wrong but Xavier didn't want her to know they were just ones of her.

"It's so cute you think you'll win, i can't wait to make you do my homework for a week after you go for a swim in the lake. I'll have you hand cleaning all my clothes aswell." Xavier gave her a cheeky grin enjoying how Y/n huffed her lips pouting slightly.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, maybe i'll wear a little maid outfit for you perv." Xavier leaned back groaning as he looked at the sky, looking back at Y/n as she laughed.

"I didn't mean to walk in on you changing! In my defence you left the door open, if anyone's the perv it's you for wanting me to walk in. Just admit it Y/n you want me." Y/n rolled her eyes as Xavier moved his foot to poke her as he teased her, he enjoyed moments like this, she'd teased him for weeks after he'd walked in. He would never tell her but he had done it on purpose, he'd poked his head around seeing her change and walked in pretending to panic and cover his eyes as Y/n used her magic to push the door closed. She'd called him a perv and teased him enjoying how he blushed, he'd quickly started teasing her back and the argument was brought up often. Y/n hummed moving forward to flick his forehead laughing when he grunted pushing her hand away.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night perv." Y/n and Xavier grinned at each other before Y/n checked the time humming as she tapped on her phone.

"Want to hangout at the festival tomorrow? You can win me a panda to say sorry for being a perv." Xavier grinned nodding at Y/n as she got up ruffling his hair as she walked past him waving bye enjoying how Xavier got so flustered, her hands typing away at her phone as she went to Enid's room to collect her for another sleepover hoping to invite Wednesday.

Wednesday explained her plan to run away, Y/n not paying attention as she flipped through the pages of one of Enid's magazine's, Thing, who Y/n had just met painting her other hand as Enid sat next to them painting her toe nails whilst Wednesday typed away.

"Whose going to get you there?" Y/n said smiling at Thing as he showed her her new nails, moving to her other hand as she switched them to flip the page, his paint work immaculate as Y/n nodded impressed with his skill. Wednesday thought for a moment before turning around and walking towards them looking at Enid's computer.

"Let me use your computer, Thing i have a mission for you." Enid nodding enjoying being apart of Wednesday's plan although she didn't want her to succeed, Y/n moving as she watched Wednesday write on Thing's palm the hand scurrying off to give the message to Tyler. It took an hour before he called, Wednesday taking the laptop as Y/n braided Enid's hair listening to Wednesday's plan surprised Tyler agreed to help so quickly but assuming he was just a nice guy who probably had a crush on her. Y/n looking at Enid as Wednesday hung up on Tyler, moving over to her bed leaving the laptop on the bed as she changed into her pjs and laid down like a corpse.

"Be quiet, you don't want to wake the dead." Wednesday said as she closed her eyes, Y/n using her powers to turn off the lights her and Enid climbing into the bed and closing their eyes ready to sleep aswell.

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#xavier thorpe x reader #Dark! Xavier thorpe x reader #Wednesday 2022 #wednesday xavier thorpe #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #wednesday #wednesday Xavier

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TW: abuse/domestic violence

I am fully convinced that Soap has adhd— and was really mistreated for it as a child. As in, his father used physical punishment to get Johnny to behave; so now as an adult sometimes he’ll still flinch if Ghost or Price yell too aggressively or move too suddenly. In reality, Soap knows that neither of his superiors would physically hurt him (on purpose, at least), but that scared inner child is terrified of that ever being proven wrong.

There comes a day when Soap has (unintentionally) royally pissed off one or both of them, and is trying his damndest to hide his fear of one or both of them physically retaliating like his father used to. Johnny doesn’t want to disappoint them the way he disappointed his dad for being the way he is

Never Again

Soap Centric Fic

TW: Violence, childhood abuse, angst

(Price loves his ADHD son)

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He never talked about his family or upbringing enough for anyone to notice.

He was in therapy for a long time. He knew what happened to him in his youth was cruel and that no father should have treated him that way. That he deserved better than him. But Soap had a hard time believing that. That he deserved better than what his parents, his father, did to him. A part of him refused to let go of the mindset that was beaten into him.

All the punishments that his father would put him through still seemed justified. How his father wouldn’t let him eat anything but uncooked vegetables and a glass of water a day. Doing all his siblings’ chores while they played. If he really pissed him off he would be locked in the hallway closet, in the dark, for hours. No one was allowed to speak to him when he was in there. To this day being in small, dark spaces with no obvious way out freaked him out.

He was able to slowly let go of what his father done to him, allowing him to be his true self. He was able to joke, make friends, make a name for himself. Still he has his moments when he's transported back to his childhood. Price yelling and getting angry, throwing his hands around when something goes wrong. It's never directed at him but it still makes him go quiet and tense up. No one has ever said anything about it so he was sure it was unnoticeable.

Ghost's voice is deep like thunder when he's angry. It reminded Soap of his father's voice. Loud, impossible to ignore. Ghost only ever directed that voice at him once and Soap swore to never do anything again that would make him angry. He would be the perfect soldier, make them proud. He would do everything exactly how they wanted him to.

Soap admits to stop going to therapy a couple years ago even though his therapist was against it. He thought he was healed and that he could live on without the shadow of his father haunting him. He had cut contact with his parents and siblings (minus one sister) as soon as he was able to leave and join the military. His sister kept him up to date with everything that goes on at home. She never tells him anything unless he asks. This was something she did on her own and not by Soap's request.

She wanted him to go back to therapy but he just insisted that he was fine now and didn't need it anymore. He was fine now! He was fine...

Soap was good at what he did, good at following orders. But sometimes in the heat of battle it's hard to follow the plan when adrenaline is pumping through your veins. They were in cover, waiting for Price to give them the signal to move forward. But shells were dropping very close to them and we're getting even closer. Soap believed that if they stuck around that they would soon be right on top of them. So he made the decision to move his men forward. And that was a mistake.

They were ambushed, caught off guard. One of Soap's men was shot in the shoulder right next to Soap. Feeling the man's blood splatter onto his face made Soap lose all train of thought. He acted, did what he thought was best to get his men out of there and to safety. Three more of his men would be shot but able to keep going and two others would be severely injured. Soap knows he could've done better and that those men's blood was on his hands.

He fucked up. Panic was already present in his mind as Price finally calmed things down. The man hadn't talked to him, not as a man but as a soldier, since he met up with them. Soap knew he was angry, he could tell. Price had given him a look earlier that reminded him of his father.

Nothing was said about what happened until after the mission. But if an opportunity had presented itself Soap knows Price would've laid into him without hesitation. Once they were back on base, Price almost dragged Soap to his office. He was forced to sit and Price paced behind the desk. Soap was trying his damnedest to keep calm and nothing had even been said yet! He was gripping the edge of his chair to the point his hands hurt. His mind was racing as Price took a deep breath and turned to him.

"What the fuck happened to waiting for my signal?"

Soap couldn't find his voice or even look Price in the eye. That seemed to piss the man off even more.

"MacTavish, you were given clear orders to wait. To wait for my signal to move forward! But you not only disobeyed that order, resulting in six of your men getting injured. You're lucky that there wasn't any causalities!"

Soap winced as Price raised his voice. He wanted to tell him that he moved forward because their position was no longer safe. Wanted to tell him that they couldn't wait for him to give them the word. But his voice was hidden, his inner child rearing itself against Soap's will.

"MacTavish, what the fuck were you thinking?!"

Price becoming increasingly angry with Soap not speaking. Soap winced when a knock on the door tore Price's gaze from him.

"Captain, permission to enter?"

Soap felt his blood run cold upon hearing Ghost's voice. He couldn't handle both Price and Ghost yelling at him.

"Not now, Riley."

The tone of Price's voice said a thousand words, all describing how beyond pissed Price was. But Ghost didn't leave.

"Sir, is regards what happened on the mission."

Price's cold gaze flickers back to Soap for a moment before he allows Ghost to enter. The lieutenant's presence normally was welcomed by Soap, but at this moment he wasn't Soap's friend. The man walked up and stood next to Soap, Soap feeling trapped.

"What is it, Riley?"

"Sergeant MacTavish saved his men's lives."

Soap blinks, confused. Price tilts his head at this, waving a hand for Ghost to continue.

"The position that he was holding and abandoned was struck by a shell thirty two minutes after they departed."

Price tenses, the anger melting away and looking back at Soap. It was like he was looking at Soap at a different angle, realizing something. Soap turns his head slightly to look at Ghost, who's previously suffocating presence now felt like a shield.

"If they had stayed and waited, none of them would have survived."

His father never once felt guilt for what he had done to Soap. The last time he ever spoke to him and the man blamed everything that he did to Soap on Soap himself. Saying that he brought it upon himself for misbehaving. For being a horrible son. Soap never had his parents apologize to him. But here Price was, terrified because he almost lost Soap. That Soap would've been dead if he had listened to him.

Soap felt tears well up as Price apologized to him and hugged him.

"Fuck... I'm sorry, son. You did the right thing."

Soap mutters, "I-I didn't mean to make you angry."

"I would rather be angry and have you alive than regret putting you in that position and having you dead."

Soap sniffs and buries his face into Price's shoulder, Ghost hanging back.

Soap thought he was healed from what happened to him growing up. But he wasn't. He was still afraid. He still had to learn how to live his life without fear of his father, he had to unlearn the mindset beaten into him. He made the mistake of putting Price in his father's place. Because unlike his father, Price cared and worried about him. And he wasn't too proud to apologize.

#dad price #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #fic #fanfic

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mooooonnnzz · 1 year

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i saw that ur requests are open and I JUST NEED SOME KIRI FICS OR I WILL DIE so i was wondering if u could write something about her x f!na'vi!reader, where they're childhood best friends but the reader confesses that she likes her but kiri is in denial with her own feelings and then some other na'vi start to show interest in the reader and kiri gets all jealous and realize that, in fact, she's in love with her? idk if this make sense english is not my first language sorry </3

I won't say (I'm in love) // Kiri x Fem!Navi!Reader

❀ You confess to Kiri how you feel and she freaks out

♡ Content: angst/comfort fic <3 kiri is in DENIALLLL!! lo’ak and neteyam are her therapist (run kiri) THIS IS PROOFREADD YAYY

♡ Word Count: it’s 1k BUT ROUNDED UP it’s 2k LMFAO

♡ Quick Note: FIRST KIRI REQUEST AHHHHHH i literally saw your request and immediately started writing AND NEVER STOPPED ALTHOUGH, i changed up it up a little bit instead of kiri getting jealous. neteyam and lo'ak somewhat help her out to realize her feelings for reader I HOPE THAT'S OKAY i was struggling on the jealousy part and i got the idea of neteyam and lo'ak helping her so I RAN WITH IT BUT HERES UR LONG AWAITED KIRI FIC had fun writing it ALSO REQUEST R STILL OPEN (still would love to see sum lo'ak and kiri fics CUZ THERES NOT ENOUGH OF THEM, but don't be shy to send a request for neteyam also) ANYWAYS ON W THE FIC

You smiled, looking down on the large faint path that you and Kiri engraved in the dirt when you and her were little. It was done so neither of you would get lost on your way to your hideout. The place where you and her could forget about all your worries and enjoy each other’s company without any disturbances. You’ve followed the trail so many times that getting lost is the least of your worries. You could close your eyes right here and follow the path with no issue. While walking, you came across a tall familiar tree. You smiled upon seeing the old tree, countless memories were made on it. For instance, when you and Kiri were younger, you and her would always climb up the tree and just hang upside down, talking about whatever came into your childish minds. You still do it with Kiri from time to time, but not as much as you two did when you were little. This also was where you uncovered the brewing feelings for Kiri that have been sitting dormant inside you. She was resting her back on the tree, the wind fluttered through her hair.

Her eyes were closed and there was a wispy smile on her face. She looked so at peace, so calm that you just stood there–admiring your best friend. She held so much beauty and grace, you were confused on how you didn’t notice it before. She was just gorgeous and you knew you were falling for her when she grabbed your hand out of the blue one time, her thumb unknowingly caressing your hand. You were internally freaking out over the small action, heart practically beating out of your chest and your stomach was filled with butterflies. You couldn’t even focus on what Kiri was saying to you because your attention was stuck on how you and Kiri’s hands slotted perfectly together. Almost like your hand was made to hold hers. Your crush on her had grown stronger from there on. Now, you couldn’t even look at Kiri without having your heart run a whole marathon. You tried not being too obvious with your feelings but even Lo’ak had noticed your not so subtle crush on her. Giving one last look at the tree, you parted ways and continued following the now faint path. You were drawing close to the flower field where Kiri would rest. Your stomach began to twist into knots from the growing anxiety. You were going to confess to her and tell her how you feel. You could only hope she felt the same way about you.

Kiri was laying in the middle of the grassy field, the woodspirits floating above her. Some floated down and laid on her limbs, swaying softly with the wind. Kiri looked so peaceful, which was a rare sight to see. She had told you many times before on how she feels like she doesn’t belong, how she feels out of place but whenever she connects to the world around her, when she connects to Ewya she feels like she’s one with herself, one with nature and every living being on Pandora. You never really understood what she meant, but what you did understand is that whenever she let herself loose and feel everything that was around her, from the air everyone breathes to the ground everyone steps in, she connects with it and shuts off. You never minded when she became lost in her own world because it was a free pass to stare at her and take in her beauty. You sat right next to Kiri, burning the smile that was displayed on her face to memory. How could someone look so perfect? You failed to realize her eyes fluttering open.

She shuffled around, blinking a few times before letting out a sigh. Stretching out her tired limbs, she sat up from the floor. The woodspirits that surrounded rose up from her, bidding their goodbyes by kissing Kiri on the face with their tendrils. She felt your lingering gaze on your face, looking over to you she smiled. “When did you get here?” She asked, voice thick with sleep. Your ears fluttered, face warming up. You loved hearing Kiri’s sleepy voice. “Just now, I didn’t want to disturb you so I–”

“--You stared at me?” She had just woken up not too long ago and she’s already teasing you. “Yeah, I was staring.” You looked down in embarrassment. Kiri quietly giggled, hiding her smile behind her hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily.” She said, sharing a few laughs to herself before placing her hand back down. Her fingers lightly brush against yours and your heart skips a beat. You suddenly remember the reason why you came all the way over here. Taking in a deep breath, you looked at Kiri. You didn’t even prepare yourself, you had no idea how you were going to do this.

“Kiri,” Your heart pounded against your ribcage and your gut was filled with unease. Her ears twitch. Curiosity glinting in her eyes over the sudden shift in your mood. “I have something to tell you.” You say.

She doesn't respond, but the look in her eyes is urging you on to continue. You closed your eyes and built up the remaining confidence you have left because what could go wrong? You and Kiri have been through everything together, confessing your crush on her won’t ruin what you and her have. If anything, if she doesn’t feel the same way, you and her can forget that his whole ordeal happened and move on.

You took a deep breath and clenched your hands together. It’s now or never.

“I like you.”

Kiri blinked in surprise.

“You like me?” She repeats, utterly dumbfounded with what you had just confessed to her.

You nod your head slowly, unsure with where this is going to go. The anxiety in your gut began to rage and the growing silence isn’t helping. Kiri bites down on the inside of her cheek, shamefully looking away. “I’m sorry.” She says, her voice small and weak. “I don’t feel the same way.”

You feel everything around you freeze. The sounds of the leaves rustling in the background became a loud static and the trees started to blur together. Tears started to form in your eyes. Even if you tried anticipating the rejection, even if you tried softening the blow by thinking of the positives. Being rejected by the person you love hurts. You don’t get the time to say anything more after that because Kiri excuses herself, and with nothing else to do. You watch as her figure becomes more than a mere blob from the tears that clouded your vision.

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“And you left her there?” Lo’ak said with an over exaggerated gasp, his hand coming to cover his agape mouth. “You’re annoying.” Kiri sighed out, pushing Lo’ak away from her. “How could I not gasp? What you did was so messed up.” Lo’ak shook his head, dropping his hand back down to his lap. “I know! I panicked.” Kiri frowned, dragging her hands down her face. She had been feeling guilty all day for leaving you alone like that. Your crestfallen face would forever be imprinted in her head. Neteyam slid right next to Kiri, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in a side hug. Usually, Kiri would push Neteyam away, whining about how she wanted to be left alone. But right now, she doesn’t want to be left alone. Her emotions were too much for her right now that if she were to be alone, she would spiral. “Did you run away because you knew you didn’t feel the same? Or because you did feel the same, you were just afraid to admit them?” Neteyam asked. Lo’ak rose a brow at Neteyam.

“Bro, when did you become so smart?” Neteyam rolled his eyes. “I don’t know.” She truthfully said, ignoring the small dispute that happened between her brothers. She had been battling with herself with her own feelings for you. Late nights she laid in her hammock, thinking about you and how she wished you were right next to her. She began to admire your face and everything about you. She started to think about her favorite moments with you and think about how she would just stare at you and imagine how your lips would feel on hers. She would catch herself imagining a future with you and her heart would skip a beat whenever she’d notice what she was thinking about. You consumed her thoughts and that scared her. She didn’t know what to do so she built up this wall to protect herself from her feelings, but you broke down those walls when you confessed to her.

She realized that her efforts to block her love for you was futile. You felt the same way she did, she didn’t have to hide anymore. She had dreamed of this moment endlessly, where you would confess and she would finally open up about her feelings for you. She swooned over the thoughts about you two sharing a kiss, the kiss exchanging the words you and her never got to say. But there she was, sitting right in front of you. Your heart in your hands as you told her what you had been feeling for a long time. And instead reacting the way she planned to, she panicked. She was too overwhelmed by the sudden emotions she felt that she didn’t know what to do, so she fled.

“I feel so stupid.” Kiri mumbled. Neteyam rubbed his hand up and down Kiri’s arm, a soothing action he did to her when she was younger. “You are not stupid.” Neteyam said. Kiri didn’t say anything else and wallowed in her self pity. “Why don’t you go tell her how you truly feel?” Kiri’s ears perked up. She had forgotten that she could make amends with you. Sprouting up with newfound vigor, she hugged both of her brothers. “I have not thought about that, thank you Neteyam!” And with that, Kiri took off. Her feet padded against the floor, her heart hammering in her chest. She’s going to tell you how she really feels. She went to the place she knew she’d find you. The tree that held most of you and Kiri’s precious memories. Looking up, she saw your leg dangling off one of the thick branches that sprouted from the tree. She took a deep breath and started making her way up. Hanging her hand over the branch, she pulled herself up and plopped herself right in front of you with ease. She flashed you a smile while you stared in confusion. “I want to apologize,” She says, her hands finding yours and intertwining them together. You blushed at the sudden affection.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you alone with no explanation on why.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I knew—“

“Wait! You didn’t let me finish.” She squeezes your hands before letting go. Her hands cupped your face, her eyes quickly shifting from your lips to your eyes. “I have been wanting to tell you this ever since I heard my Dad say it to my Mom.” You knew what she was going to say. You have heard the loving phrase slip out of Jake’s mouth one too many times, but you would have never thought you would be hearing it come out of Kiri’s mouth.

She pulls your face closer to hers. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel her nose brush yours. Her lips are practically touching yours and all you can hear is your loud heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“I love you.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 6

Hello! Thank you for all the well wishes. Food poisoning is such a bitch. Completely knocked me for a six.

The plan is coming together, and the other CC boys come around.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve managed to talk to both Eddie’s doctor and physical therapist. They said that he was in good shape and that as long as he didn’t overexert himself going to a concert in Indy shouldn’t be a problem.

That was the first step. He didn’t want to try and get a hold of the concert hall only to be told by the doctors that Eddie wasn’t well enough to go.

Steve bit his lip as he opened the Yellow Pages and began to flip through them. He didn’t even know what category the place would be under. He had looked at the flyer but if there was a phone number on it, he couldn’t see it. He first went to V for venues. But that really didn’t turn up anything. C for Concerts were concert halls for classical music and definitely not what he needed. He was about to give up when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Steve?” Nancy asked.

Steve straightened up. “Oh hey.”

“I’m sorry if this overstepping in any way, but Robin was telling me about you wanting to help get Eddie to see that concert in Indy,” she explained.

“No, no it’s fine,” he murmured. He just hoped that Robin didn’t tell her why he was doing this.

“I called up the venue and got the number to Metallica’s manager,” she continued.

“You what?!” Steve asked, nearly falling over with the shock.

“It’s really interesting how far one can get when flattering someone over the phone,” Nancy said in a tone that implied she was grinning from ear to ear.

“So what did the manager say?” Steve asked, suddenly very, very invested in her next words.

“They’re going to talk to the band and get back to you,” she said.

Steve deflated. “Well that’s a start. Thanks, Nance.”

Nancy chuckled. “I don’t think you understand, Steve. He’s going to talk to the band about backstage passes.”

Steve blinked. “Oh. Oh god. Seriously? Eddie would freak.”

Her chuckle became a full on laugh. “Yes. But I figured it would be best if they talked to you so that you could get all the details.”

Steve slid to the floor and laughed. “Oh god, this is going to freaking amazing. I talked to his doctors and they’ve cleared him to go.”

“That’s great,” Nancy said. “I better get off the phone in case they call.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, thanks for this.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “And Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Just...make sure he makes you happy, yeah?” she asked quietly. “Because you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy.”

Steve sighed in relief. “Yeah. I will. Thanks again.”

Then they said their goodbyes.

He jumped up from the floor and cheered, pumping his fist. He danced and jumped, cheering and shouting for joy.

He just wanted two cheap seat tickets to a concert to cheer Eddie up. But this? This was life changing. This was a grand gesture of the highest order. Holy fuck.

“Whoo!!” he yelled.

Then walkie-talkie crackled to life. “Hey, Mother Hen, this is Genius Child, do you read me, over?”

“I did not agree those code names, over,” Steve snarked into his walkie.

Dustin laughed. “No, they were Robin’s idea, over.”

“Of course they were,” Steve grumbled. “What do you want, over.”

There was silence on the walkie for a moment. “Are you really trying to get Eddie to the Metallica concert this weekend?”

Steve sighed. Yep. Robin was going to die. “What about it?” He sighed again. “Over.”

“I was thinking about trying to get his battle vest cleaned so that you could give it back to him to wear to the concert,” Dustin said. “And my mom is willing to help us try and get the blood out. Over.”

Steve pressed his eyes closed and pinched his nose. He knew Dustin was only trying to help. But Steve didn’t want to give the vest back to Eddie. He wanted to hide it under his bed and only pull it out when he needed to. “Yeah sure, bud. We can do that. I’ll bring it over tomorrow. I’ve got to stay here, because I’m waiting for a phone call, over.”

“Great!” Dustin said cheerily. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Over and out.”

Steve stood there for who knows how long just wishing he hadn’t thought to do this. It was already getting out of hand. Now there were people demanding to help. It wasn’t about him and Eddie anymore. It was about the party doing something nice for Eddie.

He just wanted to unplug the phone, turn off the walkie-talkie and curl up into a ball and never leave, ever again. He slid to the floor of the kitchen in front of the dishwasher and sobbed.

And then the phone rang. He stood shakily to his feet and wiped the tears from his face. He cleared his throat and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Steve Harrington?” the voice asked.

“Yes, this is him,” Steve replied trying to put as much cheer into his voice as possible.

“I’m calling on behalf of Metallica,” he said. “I understand you have a fan that was recently hospitalized due to the tragedy that struck your town, is that right?”

This is for Eddie, this is for Eddie, Steve chanted in his head. “Yup, sure do. He’s a really good musician, too. He learned Master of Puppets on guitar by ear in just three weeks.”

“Really?” the guy said. “That’s fucking amazing. Here’s what the band is willing to do...”

And they discussed the whole plan and Steve was feeling better by the end of the conversation. Because this was all him.

He bit his lip and then blurted out. “Would it be all right it I wear ear plugs? I have a bad left ear that’s really sensitive and know your guys can get loud.”

The guy laughed. “No, no, it’s fine. Recommended in fact. I’ll tell you what, at the box office, I’ll leave a couple of pairs of the professional ones the band uses with your tickets.”

“Really? That would be great, thanks!” Steve thrilled to be going to the concert for the concert’s sake for the first time since this whole thing started.

Once they hang up Steve put his hands on his hips. All right. The party wanted to help? Then they were going to help with what Steve wanted and not their ideas.

He was doing this for Eddie. With Eddie. They weren’t going. He was. And he knew what his first step was.

Get a hold of Jeff Lawrence because Steve was going to need the names of a couple of shops.

He pulled out the White Pages and got to work. He wrote out his plan and began listing all the things he was going to need.

Despite all the work Steve was doing planning this trip to Indy, he was still working at the video shop and volunteering as well as visiting Eddie. He didn’t want to the other man to think that Steve hated him when he was trying to prove the opposite.

When he opened the store on Tuesday the first thing he did was have a conversation with his best friend. He finished telling her about everything Nancy and Dustin had done without prompting.

“Now,” he said with a menacing grin, “where would they have heard that I was taking Eddie to see Metallica, I wonder.”

Robin gulped. “Oh. Well, I was at the hospital talking to Wayne about the plan because I figured he’d need to know and Nancy happened to over hear and then Dustin came up and was asking about what we were talking about and the next thing I know everyone knows.”

Steve put both hands palm down on the counter, fingers slightly spread. “I can see where it got out of your hands, so I’m not going to be mad. But you have to understand...”

Robin sighed and jumped up on the counter next to his hands. “That now everyone is involved it’s less about you showing Eddie how much he means to you specifically and more about how much he means to all of us?”

Steve closed his eyes and nodded.

She put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Steve. It’s gone to hell and I didn’t mean it to.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I know you didn’t. But I was going to tell Wayne myself once I got all the details worked out. There’s no point in telling anyone anything until I had contacted the venue.” He put his head on her shoulder. “Which I am grateful to Nancy for doing that for me, because of course I am. But I still would have liked to have been able to figure it all out for myself.”

“Yeah, fucked up,” she said softly. “I can call everyone off if you want.”

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m going to use this to my advantage. I’m going to make the party work for me for a change.”

“That’s the Steve Harrington, I know and love,” Robin said brightly. “Now let’s do this horrible minimum wage job to the least of our abilities.”

Steve laughed and they got down to business.

He was clocking out when a certain red-head came into the store. Steve nudged Robin’s shoulder on the way out. Vickie had clearly come to the store when she knew it would just be her and Robin.

Jeff was waiting for him outside the door. Behind him was Brian and Gareth. Suddenly Steve was very worried he was going to be jumped.

“I told these guys what you had planned for Eddie,” Jeff said, jutting his thumb at his friends behind him, “and they wanted to help.”

Gareth scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Eddie told us, you saved his life and it would be pretty shitty of us if we continued to drag you for shit you did two years ago.”

Brian still had his arms crossed. “But know this, if this is a prank to hurt Eddie, they’ll be finding pieces of you up and down the railway tracks for months.”

Steve gulped. “Not a prank. You can ask Nancy Wheeler or Dustin Henderson, they’ll both tell you it’s the real deal.”

Brian eyed him warily. “Maybe I will.”

Jeff stepped in between them. “Okay...that’s enough of the pissing contest.”

Brian and Steve reared their heads back as Gareth laughed.

“You know that’s what you guys were doing,” Gareth said shaking his head, “and you know it. We’re all here for Eddie and if Steve-o here wants to get our friend to the metal concert of the year if not decade, then we’re going to help in anyway possible, right Bri?”

Brian took a deep breath and let it out slow. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Jeff said, “now that we have that cleared out of the way, we’re going to take Steve metal shopping.”

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All the things I could’ve done

So I had an idea, it’s kinda weird but confusing also.

Either Modern AU Genshin for Kazuha, Kaveh, or Anyone with a dead friend.

Warnings: Kidnaping, Implied stalking? I guess.

Imagine Y/n having some mental health issues, depression, anxiety and self esteem issues. They constantly feel like they are no good, a piece of complete potato peels, and also have the tendency to overthink. They had parents who would joke about how they are a failure and get upset when you started to cry. They went to therapy and the Therapist gave advice on how to deal with a load of problems.

The therapist said that maybe recording how you feel would help with the self esteem issues, the anxiety of talking, and help focus on the positive aspects of life.

Who knew that the videos you took would help solve your sudden disappearance.

Police would ask your parents about how you’ve been acting, any signs of wanting to run away or something along the lines of leaving. But when your parents said “No, they haven’t shown any signs of that. You could look through their daily check ins.” Which were the videos you took every day.

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“Hey! I found the videos the parents were talking about!” A police officer said while pulling out a box of random things. In the white rectangle box was a black Camera.

“Let’s take it back to look at the videos.” Another police officer said while waving goodbye to your parents. The two officers met at the car to look at the last taken video.

“Is it charged?” He asked while starting the car to drive. The female police officer was looking through the camera. “Mhm.” Was what she responded with. Flicking through the photos as she kept seeing nature pictures. Flowers, Flowers, a house, Flowers and more trees.

“There’s nothing but nature and the last picture taken was about a month before Y/n was reported missing.” The woman said with a confused look. Your parents said you did it everyday. So why is the last thing recorded about a month before you went missing?

“Did you check the files? I’m sure there’s some files in that camera.” The brown haired officer asked while turning the corner. She did what her partner asked and found videos upon videos of just daily check in’s.

“Found a video a day before he went missing!” The woman said while playing the video. At the start of the video a young boy around the age of 18 was sitting on his messy bed looking pretty tired. His eyes had bags under them and he seemed pretty skittish also.

“Hello, My names Y/n L/n. The date today is August 3rd.” The boy started to talk in the video, his voice was a clear sign he was tired. “I-I’m scared, my friend had been acting weird for some time now. I didn’t pay attention to all the signs.” Y/n started to speed up his talking, he was freaking out and didn’t know what to do.

“I honestly don’t think he was sane to begin with. His friend died because of an illness so it would definitely affect anyone…” The h/c boy tried to reason with himself which wasn’t really working. He started to get more nervous. “But that doesn’t change the fact he-he said he wanted to me to be his!” Y/n semi yelled in slight fear. “I’m scared, he threatened me earlier today about how if I wasn’t gonna stop talking to Aether then he would kidnap me.”

The video shuts off, the screen goes black and a few screams could be heard in the background of the video before it ended. The two police officers looked at each other in horror.

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How Eddie Munson became a Physical Therapist

After undergoing PT himself post Upside Down, he decided he wanted to go to school and get his Bachelors in being a Physical Therapist

Having endured so much physical and psychological trauma he’s learned one thing: patience.

From breaking his shoulder blade to learning how to walk again, you could imagine the sadness, pain and anger he carried having to be up everyday at 8am at his local hospital, and the embarrassment of having to be changed like a baby being a grown man from his own Physical Therapist, Hellen.

She was 42, had been at it for 27 years seeing and experiencing the hardships of others pain, feeling so much compassion for those who feel they “can’t get better”

She never once got angry at a patient who took it out on her or threw things at her. How could she? She gets it, she’s seen it all.

Eddie was the worse she’s ever seen. It broke her heart from how young he was, how smart and beautiful his soul was. Seeing the tears draw in his big brown eyes everyday really gave her the push she needed to make sure he got better. She wanted to help. She needed to help him not feel so broken.

When he was an asshole to her, she’d give him a minute to collect himself, never wanting to push or step on his toes. She knew he played guitar, so she helped encourage his future of being a rockstar with lots of music and note trivia. He’d roll his eyes taking another step closer towards the top of the staircase as he explained to her the difference between a Les Paul and a Fender.

He never understood why she was so sweet to him, being the towns freak and all. He could be a real dick sometimes especially when the pain got terrible or if he just couldn’t lift his shoulder enough to do the daily stretches they worked on for the past 18 weeks. She was patient with him. He admired that about her. He appreciated it.

When he’d make progress she’d jump for joy and praise him for being so good willed and pushing through it

Even snuck him ice cream at the end of their sessions.

Eventually he did get better all thanks to her. She made him promise to update her about his career at the end of each month.

Sadly, Hellen passed away from a car accident. It broke him, knowing one of the sweetest ladies who wanted to make his life better had died.

He decided then and there he wanted to be just like her. Saving and helping other people’s lives prosper.

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Age 30, there he was having his own personal room and equipment ready for his next patient of the day

She’d just finished out her 2nd year of college transitioning into her 3rd

Unfortunately she’d got into a serious car accident on her way there, majorly injuring her neck and lower back

Once Eddie heard the news of a new girl in need of a physical therapist from a car crash, he needed to step in. It reminded him of Hellen

She never smiled. No matter how many corny jokes he tried on her, she gave him nothing. That was okay, he’s been there. He understands the mentality of feeling it’ll never get better. He knows the pain of it all

Many times of her shunning her face away from the tears bubbling out, he’s quick to grab the box of tissues every time, never asking any questions; he gave her all the patience she needed

She was beautiful, young had a bright head on her. His heart broke every time he seen that sad frown on her lips. He wish he could make it go away in a snap of a finger, but that’s not how life rolls.

Having still being the occasional clumsy man he always had been, she’d spark out a giggle, a smirk or two when he’d trip over his own feet.

He would fall face first into the floor if that meant he got to hear her laugh again

She thought he was handsome. A dork. His curls always pulled into a ponytail, tattoos scattered, but some hidden. His smooth voice and soft eyes always brought her a sense of calmness; no matter how much she wanted to die from the pain, it was something about their sessions she started looking forward to.

He’d catch her if she fell, eyes on her every move. It was a little intimidating. She didn’t wanna look ugly in front of him, especially having frustration written all over her face if she couldn’t complete a session when it got too much for her

He would never think that

She’d get goosebumps from the feeling of his warm hands on her neck, massaging the sore spots

Her mind would slip to other things when he’d have on the mat her in cat and cow positions

Sometimes he’d have to look away to compose himself of the blush that crept onto his cheeks anytime she’d gasp and moan from the pressure he would apply on her hips when she needed help stretching

It was unprofessional to talk too in depth about each other’s personal lives the way they did but, anything to help her get through it right?

He’d praise her with an accidental added in “sweetheart”

She didn’t hate it. In fact she wish he would call her that more often

She knew she loved him ever since the first time he wiped her tears away with his own thumbs being out of Kleenex

He felt it too, she knows he did. You don’t look at any ole patient the way he did

She healed quickly from the hands of Eddie Munson

He’d give her all the credit because of the willpower she maintained pushing herself

Eventually she got better and Eddie was ecstatic, but also sad because it would be the last time he’d ever see her again

It was Christmas time, he was closing up when she walked in handing him a card that wished him thanks and a Happy Holidays

They exchanged side hugs, telling each other to have a Happy New Year, just for him to find she had left her number at the bottom of the card telling him to call her sometime

Maybe it wouldn’t be the last time they seen each other again.

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