#and the idea of them being interrupted by the kid having a nightmare or something is SO endearing to me 😭🥺

[chinzhilla]

The Sign - Special Episode teaser

#the sign #the sign the series #phayatharn #billybabe #asianlgbtqdramas #userdramas #asiandramanet #thesignsource #userspicy #uservix #* #*the sign #flashing lights #eye strain #tw blood #rocks up several hours late with.. blue apparently #anyways phaya and tharn are definitely wearing the same clothes in the makeout scene as they are in the bed #and the idea of them being interrupted by the kid having a nightmare or something is SO endearing to me 😭🥺

[steddieas-shegoes]

i love you enough

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'roadtrip/vacation' rated m wc: 995 cw: nightmare, implied sexual content tags: friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions, first kiss, loosest way to reference vacation is staying in a hotel

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"Steve...Steve!"

His eyes opened wide as Eddie's hands shook him awake.

"Jesus Christ, man. I thought I'd have to push you off the bed," Eddie sighed, his hold on Steve's shoulders loosening but not going away.

"Sorry," Steve gasped, his breath caught in his chest like he was about to have a panic attack.

This nightmare had been different.

Instead of Robin dying under the mall, it was Eddie. Instead of Steve being able to convince the Russians that he should be taken, Eddie convinced them he knew all they needed to know.

It was the exact type of falling on the sword Eddie would do.

Steve's eyes landed on Eddie, who was watching him silently, looking like he was doing his best not to cry.

"Eds? You okay?" Steve's voice cracked.

"Shit, are you?" Eddie asked back, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"Yeah, sorry I woke you up."

"You're kidding, right?"

Eddie looked mad. He sounded mad.

"No, I'm really sorry. I know you don't sleep so great, either, so," Steve shrugged. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanna go down the hall to the girls' room."

Eddie blinked at him, silence making the air feel thick with an awkwardness they hadn't had between them in months.

And then Eddie's hands were cupping his face, almost lovingly.

"Do you ever think about how other people care about you?" Eddie asked, barely more than a whisper. "Or how seeing you suffer and then apologize for it breaks our hearts?"

Steve's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, searching Eddie's eyes for the answer he wanted.

"You have no idea how much people love you, do you?" Eddie's forehead rested against Steve's.

"I-"

"Stevie. I need you to listen to me." Eddie breathed out slowly. "I can't imagine how much you've seen. I know you've told me, and I've seen some of it myself, but half of the shit you've done? Just to keep everyone safe? And you keep seeing it in nightmares all the time. It never goes away. You're so strong. You get up every day and go to work, and cart the kids around, and bring me to appointments, and cook dinner for me and Wayne, and help Robin with her girl problems, and then you go to bed and have to worry about what monsters will be waiting for you. And then you wake up the next day and pretend it didn't happen, but we all know it did. I know it did."

Steve sniffled.

"And here I am, shaking in the corner of my bed because I think I hear a noise outside my window one time." They both let out a laugh, but Eddie continued before Steve could interrupt. "I was scared. I tried waking you up when you first started making noises. You sounded like you were hurt. And then you said Dustin's name and I could feel you shaking. And then-"

"And then I said your name."

Eddie nodded.

Steve placed his hands at Eddie's neck, almost mirroring Eddie.

"You died. But it was the Russians. You convinced them you knew something to distract them from me and the kids, but you didn't so they just kept...they-" He let out a sob as tears fell down his cheeks. "They did to you what they were gonna do to me."

"Oh, sweetheart."

Eddie's lips were on his.

It shouldn't be happening like this, a part of Steve thought.

It should be romantic and sweet, maybe after a date where Steve used all the charm he's been saving just for Eddie, maybe when the reason for the wetness against their cheeks was because of rain instead of tears.

But in a way, it was always going to be like this: admitting too much at the wrong time, saving each other from pain.

Regardless of all the ways it should be and all the ways he wished for it to be, it was perfect.

When Eddie pulled away, he let out a small laugh.

"Robin said this would happen as soon as I said I was staying in your room."

"She said I would have a nightmare that left us both crying and kissing in a bed that is definitely big enough for us to not be cuddling, but we definitely were?" Steve asked with a smirk. "She's good, but I don't think she's that good."

"Oh, shut up," Eddie lightly smacked his shoulder. "You know what I meant."

He did. She'd said the same to him.

"Well, maybe if you hold my hand, I'll be able to fall back asleep?" Steve suggested.

"Yeah, I could do that. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or I could..."

"You could?"

Eddie nipped his bottom lip.

"I could kiss you in...other places..."

"Eds, just say what you wanna do," Steve giggled.

"Fine! I could suck you off so you can sleep!" Eddie laughed.

"You could do that, yeah," Steve nodded, pretending that wasn't enough to rile him up.

"I could. If you want."

"Is it just to help me fall asleep?" Steve asked, suddenly nervous that this wasn't anything more than helping out a friend.

"If I wasn't completely clear before: I love you. I love you enough to sacrifice myself in your nightmares, I love you enough to do stupid physical therapy sessions that I hate because you get sad when I don't go, I love you enough to make Robin take a room with Nancy and Jonathan so I could stay right here with you, and I love you enough to suck your dick to help you sleep."

Steve snorted.

"Be my guest, then," he gestured down at his lap, watching Eddie literally lick his lips.

Just when Eddie was breathing against his stomach, ready to move further down, Steve stopped him.

"Wait!" Eddie looked up at him, eyes wide. "I love you, too. Need you to know that."

Fondness poured from Eddie as he pressed a kiss to Steve's stomach.

"I know, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddieholidaydrabbles #vacation

[seeker-of-stories19]

Ghostsoap Shifter AU

- Ghost is a very large black Jaguar

- Soap is a border collie

- As if Ghost weren’t deadly enough already he often shifts on missions to take care of enemies

- Shifters are rare enough no one makes the connection and no one who sees him shifted ever lives

- Most people laugh at the rumors which are about as outrageous as any of the other ones surrounding Ghost

- Of course some people theorize that the rumors are more than that but there’s not really any way to prove it and they mostly don’t worry about it too much because it’s not something that makes him more vulnerable since he already stands out on the battlefield

- Soap is the opposite, absolutely everyone knows he’s a shifter and mostly no one cares since shifting into dogs, cats, bunnies, and other small animals is much more common than exotic animals

- It’s not much use on most missions but occasionally he’ll shift if there are kids around to cheer them up or heard them toward safety

- He also shifts to comfort his team members if someone is particularly upset, almost always Ghost but sometimes he does it for Gaz too and on a very rare occasion Price

- Walks all over the base in his dog form, usually following and herding Ghost around which absolutely baffles everyone because they act fairly professional otherwise

- Soap also looks ridiculously small next to him when shifted because he’s so big

- Gaz thinks the whole thing is hilarious and after he walks in on Soap in his dog form laying on Ghost on the couch in the 141 rec room one too many times he buys Soap a PTSD service dog vest as a joke

- Ghost gives him an absolute death glare but Soap beams at him

- He thinks it’s hilarious because he has admittedly been performing Service dog tasks for Simon on a semi regular basis for months at that point

- Doing deep pressure therapy and behavior interruption and grounding tasks for disassociation when Simon is struggling, especially after nightmares

- No one cares at all what they do on base because Price is pretty much in charge anyway and everyone else is too scared of Ghost to protest

- But when they go on leave Simon has a really hard time with his PTSD and Soap has the brilliant idea to put on the vest and tag along for some errands since he can’t exactly lay down on top of Simon in public in his human form if he gets overwhelmed

- It helps a ton and they’re able to go more places, sometimes with Soap tagging along just as a dog and sometimes bringing the vest as an emergency measure and shifting if Simon needs help or comfort

- Soap definitely does a bunch of research into different Psychiatric service dog tasks

- They both agree that Gaz can never know

- But it definitely makes Simon really happy even if he doesn’t want to admit it he ends up sending Soap different ideas of tasks that would help him

- He loves to see Soap find joy in his animal side

- His relationship with his shifter form is much more complex, no one else in his family was a shifter and he tried to hide it from them, even when his mom found out she tried really hard to hide it from his dad

- But eventually he found out when he scared Simon enough that he shifted into a little Jaguar cub

- From that moment on it was his life’s purpose to force Simon into shifting, and he loved to hurt and scare Simon when he was in that form especially as a kid because he liked the power of having control over such a dangerous animal

- By the time he was old enough to join the military he already had a whole separate set of scars on his jaguar form and he swore never to let that part of himself be hurt again

- Lied on his enlistment paperwork about his assigned gender at birth and about being a shifter

- The one thing he’s always liked about his shifter form is that it was always male, even when he was a kid and hadn’t been anywhere close to starting to transition

- He thinks it’s because shifter forms are supposed to be connected to you on a soul level and it helped him process his gender

- He wants to protect himself from any further harm to that part of himself and doesn’t want to find out if the rumors about how the military uses shifters is true

- The entire time he’s with Roba nothing scares him more than losing control of his emotions and shifting but eventually it happens when Roba cuts his face open and he reacts similarly to his dad

- Tests all kinds of horrible drugs on him and hurts him and makes him kill people in his jaguar form, by the time he’s buried he thinks he’s too injured to shift but he forces himself to do it one final time to dig himself out and escape

- After that he never wants to shift again but after hunting down Roba and killing all his men he transforms one final time to kill the man, tearing him apart desperate to show him that he didn’t truly master a jaguar the way he’d tried so many times

- He tries to shift after he gets shot by Sparks and Washington but for the first time instead of his body forcing it on him he can’t do it no matter how hard he tries

- He’s too late to save his family, if he’d been able to shift he could’ve saved them and the failure haunts him

- It’s years before he accidentally shifts again in front of Price after a particularly grueling mission and the man is beyond shocked to suddenly find his sergeant turning into a massive black Jaguar

- It’s takes months after that for Price to slowly help him break through his fears, he promises not to exploit his shifted form on missions but insists that he shift at least once a week for his own sanity, it’s dangerous to just ignore it

- He doesn’t have much choice but to agree but unlike for most shifters his form is no longer a safe place to hide or rest it’s just another reminder of the horrible things that have happened to him

- After that he stops caring about his Jaguar form and what happens to it, feels a sense of bitterness that this incredible ability couldn’t protect him and instead of shifting peacefully on his own he starts doing it on missions, just using it to kill as many hostiles as possible

- He knows the violence bothers Price on some level but the Captain never says anything when he rips people limb from limb with his teeth and transforms back covered in blood

- The first time Soap sees him shifted is in Las Almas when he brutally kills a few Shadows who tried to track them to Alejandro’s safe house

- Rudy is shocked and understandably cautious of the massive animal that just tore five people apart viciously but Soap looks reverent and almost excited

- Is very happy to realize there’s another shifter on the team

- Isn’t the slightest bit intimidated by Ghosts shifted form and before he can even shift back he’s touching his broad muscled shoulders, stroking the black fur gently, whispering a brief praise to him for protecting them

- He’s too shocked to shift back and Soap just casually leads him around to the side of the house where there’s a hose

- He m apologizes for the water being cold and calmly washes the blood out of Ghosts fur while he stands there in shock

- He shifts back and they go on with the mission but he has no idea what to think about what happened and can’t get it out of his head

- Soap regularly interacts with him in his shifted form during and after missions and it becomes routine for him to give him absentminded pets

- On the battlefield Soap is the only one who specifically utilizes his shifted form in mission plans

- He gains his own reputation for having a trained Jaguar and there are some truly ridiculous stories passed around base about it

- Slowly over time he finds it normal to spend time with Soap while shifted but never outside of missions

- When Soap starts asking him to shift around the base in their rooms or the rec room he can’t fathom doing it for himself

- The first time he shifts around Johnny outside of a mission is when they’re cuddling together on leave and it’s a complete accident

- It’s very common for strong emotions to trigger a shift but for him it’s almost always been fear and the few times it wasn’t fear it was anger

- He’s never shifted from a positive emotion so he’s shocked and beyond confused when he goes from purring into Johnny’s chest wrapped in fluffy blankets while the rain pours down outside to laying half across his boyfriends body as his Jaguar self

- Soap is ecstatic and immediately shifts as well, curling into Simon’s much larger body and gently licking one of his paws, snuggling under his chin fearlessly

- They get fur and dog hair all over the bed but he doesn’t even care because it feels amazing to be shifted like this

- He hasn’t shifted once in his entire life where he was truly safe, even as a kid it was in the locked bathroom when his shifted form was still just a clumsy black kitten and he wanted to spend all his time in any body other than his own

- It’s still painful but he starts opening up too Soap about his relationship with his shifted form and Johnny is absolutely devastated

- His border collie form is so precious to him and the stress relief of not having to think the way he does as a human, of just herding and protecting settles something inside him

- He can’t imagine being so viciously abused in his dog form that it became a trap of all the worst animal mentalities

- Instead of getting a more simplified thought process and the pleasure of giving in to more of his instincts and trapping people into giving him physical affection Ghost is stuck in the flight or fight of an abused animal, scared, violent, lashing out

- He makes it his life’s mission to get Simon relaxed and happy enough to have him shift from positive emotions

- It doesn’t happen too much at first because he still has so much trauma attached to his shifter form but slowly over time he can get Simon into a headspace where he shifts more often around their flat

- The first time it happens on base for any reason other than a nightmare is when he’s giving Simon a scalp massage, twirling his curls around his fingers and rubbing his fingers against his scalp while Si lets out deep rumbling purrs

- He’s heavy enough when he shifts to half crush him but he doesn’t move much except to wiggle up enough that most of the weight is resting on his legs and not his stomach

- Simon always acts like he should be scared of him like this but it’s all he can do not to coo at him when he blinks heavy lidded green eyes at him and bats at his side clumsily with a heavy paw

- When the door opens Gaz let’s out a high pitched scream of shock and nearly jumps into Price’s arms while Simon barely moves

- It’s the animal mindset kicking in differently than fear and violence and panic and he recognizes it immediately as being how he’s always understood his shifted form

- Still very much human but fewer thoughts and more instinct, making it easier to let go of anxiety then it ever is as a human

- Price looks absolutely shocked to see Simon casually shifted, bumping his large black head against Johnnys side to get his attention

- He quickly goes back to petting him

- When he shifts back he’s clearly a bit unnerved by it but just says something along the lines of never letting Gaz live down his reaction

- It’s months later that Johnny is having a difficult time with some recruits, just the type of people who like to pick at authority to try and make themselves seem tough

- Especially against the supposedly deadly SAS sergeant

- They know of Ghost and have heard enough rumors to be suitably terrified but they certainly don’t know how protective he is over Soap

- Rather than trailing around after Soap like his namesake and scaring all the recruits like he usually does if situations like this arise he takes a different route with this particular group after hearing Soap complain about some of the particularly unpleasant harassment he’s been facing

- Soap is halfway through yelling at the group of especially rude recruits when Ghost pads over to him and buts his head against the man’s chest

- He’s so shocked he freezes and the recruits are scrambling away when Johnnys face breaks into a brilliant smile as Ghost head-buts his thighs and stomach a few times before looping his strong lithe body around Johnnys back

- Soap just continues yelling at the recruits who are now cowering because he’s just casually got a massive black Jaguar draped around him

- When he finishes yelling he gives them one more warning before writing them up for insubordination and the practically run away the second they’re dismissed

- As soon as they’re out of sight Johnny breaks out into the most delighted laughter and hugs Ghost as hard as he can, pressing kisses to his snout and beaming at him

- Ghost just pushes him down and paws at him for pets, purring and butting his massive head against his chest

- Since he doesn’t have anything to do immediately he walks towards Ghosts room and lets himself in with the spare key while the few people around stare at him being followed by a massive jaguar

- People notice of course but it’s a small enough base that despite the people filtering through regularly it really is the 141s base and anyone who knows anything knows it’s a bit unregulated and very much left to the discretion of John Price

- Not to mention they’re too scared of Ghost to create any issues anyway

- So whatever chaos the 141 comes up with is mostly just ignored

- But people are definitely freaked out by a fucking Jaguar of all things just trotting after Sergeant McTavish through the hallways

- Soap of course thinks it’s hilarious and collapses laughing the second he gets the door closed

- He’s so incredibly proud of Simon he just showers him with love the rest of the night, petting him, kissing his snout, snuggling into his chest

- It makes Simon feel more loved than he has in a long time when Johnny gets so excited at one point that he accidentally shifts as well

- They love being shifted together but they also love when one of them is shifted and the other can give them love in their human form

- Soap starts transforming even more to help Simon and he can see the man slowly becoming more receptive to his shifter form

- He doesn’t transform in front of people on base again and a lot of people think those recruits were making it up

- Soap thinks it’s hilarious

- But he’s also so flattered that Ghost would transform in a semi public place for him since he knows how hard it is for him

- He doesn’t expect that Simon will ever be as comfortable as he is with his shifter form but when he starts shifting more in front of Price and Gaz in the 141 rec room he’s ecstatic

- Price and Gaz never quite get used to it but there’s nothing he likes more than seeing Simon sprawled across the couch in a patch of sunlight, tail flicking lazily as he licks him with his rough tongue

- But nothing is better than seeing Simon at home in there flat shifting comfortably just to get some pets, acting for all intents and purposes like a glorified house cat

- He’s such an attention seeker when shifted, if Soap ignores him he’ll break mugs and vases on purpose which has him feeling absolutely humiliated when he shifts back and his thoughts are more human

- Sometimes he still shifts after nightmares and things and Johnny will cuddle him close and soothe him with kisses and snuggles as he yowls and whimpers like a trapped animal

- But overwhelmingly he shifts for positive reasons and on purpose which he never could’ve imagined in the past

- It feels like he’s finally found the peace in his shifted form that he was searching for at five years old locked in the bathroom with clumsy paws, he feels like a kitten again with Johnny who is so sweet and attentive and everything he could ever hope for

- It affects their relationship significantly and they’re both incredibly happy and they work well together

- Although they never escape the cat and dog jokes from the people who know about both of them

#ghostsoap #soapghost #soapghost headcannons #trans ghost #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #shifters #soap cod #ghost cod #autistic simon ghost riley #not relevant but he is

[imkylotrash]

Growing Sideways

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader

Summary: Haymitch realizes you're not safe after the stunt he pulled with the forcefield in the arena, so he forces you to flee District 13.

A/N Please excuse any mistakes. I didn't proofread this

Everything is changed when he returns from the Games. He never talks about them. Not to his parents, not to his brother, and certainly not to you. Of course, you watched them live on the broadcast same as everyone else in Panem but there are moments you can't even begin to understand or comprehend, and Haymitch knows that. You feel him slipping through your fingers, and you can't even blame him. Going through something so traumatic... you shudder at the thought. It doesn't stop you from being there though. You don't push him, but you're always right there when he needs you.

Two weeks pass before you experience the aftermath of one of his nightmares. His mother invited you to stay after dinner even though Haymitch wasn't home. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't accept her invitation with the hopes of seeing Haymitch.

"He's not very fond of using the front door," his mother remarks dryly when the bump of two feet hitting the floor interrupts your conversation. But her eyes shine with worry about her son.

"I'll go check on him," you excuse yourself and get up from the couch. He crawled through the window into his room, most likely to avoid the confrontation with his family. There's a half-empty bottle lying on the floor and seeping onto the carpet of his room. Haymitch is passed out in his bed, looking too much like the sweet 16-year-old boy he was before the Hunger Games.

Today had been rough. Haymitch had once again been forced to play the part of the victor for some celebratory show in the Capitol. Those people forget that it's real children they send into that arena. The thought of them enjoying themselves while watching kids get killed is enough to make you feel nauseous.

"Don't leave," he mumbles before beginning to toss around in the bed. Nightmares. It's been like this every single night since he came back but this is the first time, you're here to actually experience it. The only reason you know is because his parents have shared their concerns with you.

"Please," he chokes, a trickle of sweat starting to show on his face.

"I'm dealing with this the best I can!"

You get on your knees in front of the bed and carefully take his hands into yours, ignoring the echoes of your fight earlier today. His thrashing stops momentarily, allowing you to crawl into bed with him.

"I don't even want you here, so why do you insist on being here?"

"Y/N?" he whispers, not fully awake yet.

"I'm right here."

"Just leave me alone."

One thing Haymitch Abernathy doesn't get to do is push you away when he's hurting. You can't stand the thought of him in pain, and the pain only multiplies in the next couple of days. You're not sure why you're surprised. After the stunt he pulled with the forcefield, of course, the President would be angry.

His father dies first. Mining accident. Nothing suspicious about that. He's certainly not the first to lose his life in those mines.

You imagine his mother is trickier. Maybe that's why they decide to have the peacekeepers execute her in the square for buying supplies at the black market. That day Haymitch packs a bag with your belongings and sends word to his contact at District 13. A contact he's only known since they were introduced under the games. They keep you safe and in return, he works for them in order to bring down the Capitol. Neither of you has any idea what that really means, but Haymitch doesn't care if it means you're safe.

"Haymitch, I can't just leave. There are people who depend on me."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. You're leaving at 8pm tonight." He shoves another sweater into your bag as if that's what you'll be missing if you go to District 13. Everything is happening too fast. Five minutes ago, you had no idea District 13 still existed, and now you're going there indefinitely?

"Do you not understand that he will kill you just for being associated with me?" Pain is evident in his voice as he finally turns to look at you. He's already lost his family, he can't watch you die too, and you know that.

"You're a victor, you won the games. The Capitol loves our relationship, he can't kill me," you argue.

"Nobody ever wins the Games. Period. There are survivors. There're no winners."

"Come with me then," you plead, your voice shaking with unshed tears but there's no escaping for him. He's a victor, and he'll be forced to perform as such for the rest of his life. Your final hug is filled with things you can't bring yourself to say. Things Haymitch already knows, and things you promise yourself to tell him when you see him again.

#hunger games #the hunger games blurb #hunger games imagine #hunger games gif #haymitch x reader #thg haymitch #haymitch abernathy #mockingjay #catching fire

[vodika-vibes]

Ohhhhh so I have an idea for ....

Forget-me-not and narcissus

You throw yourself in the way to save (clone of your choice), and he gets super angry at you for doing that because he's loved you forever. You both have but never admitted it ...

You can go from there. Love oo

I Don't Want To Forget

Summary: You are a civilian employee on the Resolute and you're a little bit accident prone, which is why you're shocked when General Skywalker wants you out on the battlefield one day. Luckily you have Kix looking out for you...unluckily, you get shot trying to save Kix's life.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 1720

Warnings: Reader is shot, and Kix yells

Prompts: Forget-me-not - Don't forget me, Narcissus - unrequited love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm not so sure about this one. Apparently Kix is a weak spot, lol

“The only reason I’m agreeing to this-”

“-is because it’s not up to you and General Skywalker says that I have to be here?” You interrupt, a small smile on your lips as you look at Kix. 

“This isn’t funny.” He hisses, “You have no business being on the battlefield at all.”

“I know, Kix. I’ll be careful, stay by you, and listen to orders. I promise.” 

He sighs and rubs his hand over his head, “That doesn’t make this any better, cyare.” He rubs his head a couple more times, and then he steps closer to you, “This armor stays on until you’re back on this ship.”

“Got it.”

“I mean it, unless it needs to come off to save your life, it stays on.”

“Kix, I understand. Really.”

He sighs and starts helping you with the armor. It was specially made for you, which means it fits well, but since you aren’t a soldier, this is the first time you’re wearing it. Hence needing Kix’s help to actually put it on.

After a few minutes, he takes a step back, “There, done.”

You look down at yourself, and at the plain white armor, and then you look back at Kix, “I feel like a kid playing dress up.”

“Well, with luck, this will be the only time you have to wear it.” Kix replies, before he frowns and tugs on the collar of your armor, “It’s a bit too big on you. Have you lost weight?”

“...I’m not answering that.”

“That’s a yes then.” Kix tugs on your armor again, his frown increasing, “There’s not that much give, so you should be fine.” He grabs the helmet off the table next to him and hands it to you, “Put it on.”

“Woo. Helmets. Enclosed spaces. Right around my head.”

“It’s fine, you’ll hardly notice.”

“I’ve had nightmares like this before you know,” You say as you lift your helmet, squeeze your eyes shut, and then pull it on.

There’s quiet for a moment, and then a low chuckle, “You still have your eyes closed don’t you?”

“...maybe.”

“Go ahead and open them.”

You sigh and open your eyes, blinking up at Kix who’s standing a lot closer to you, and seems to be messing with something on your helmet.

“Alright. The helmet fits fine, how are you doing?”

“Uh…this might very well be the worst day of my life.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Kix replies warmly, he messes with something at your neck, “Do you think you’ll be able to work like this?”

“...yeah. Probably.”

“Alright.” Kix pulls his own helmet on, “Do you remember what you’re here to do?”

“Yeah. Get in, check the droid, download what information I can, and get back to the ship.”

“Exactly that.” He lightly raps his knuckles against your helmeted forehead, “There will be no heroics from you, do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Then let's head out. Stay behind me.”

Half an hour later, Kix is carefully leading you through a downed starship, shot down by separatists, and you’re miles away from the rest of the battalion.

Which is a good thing, in this case. The rest of the 501st is fighting the droid army, while you and Kix remain unseen.

And you really meant to follow Kix’s orders.

Partly because a part of you thinks that if you follow Kix’s orders he might think of you more fondly and see you as more than just “that accident prone tech from maintenance”, but mostly because you’re very much not a soldier and having set orders to follow is making this a lot easier.

His order of “no heroics” is very easy to follow.

And you meant to follow it.

Right up until you saw a flash of gold out of the corner of your view screen. You turn slightly and see a beat old golden droid (it almost looked like an old HK unit, but that couldn’t be possible) taking aim at Kix.

And you just reacted.

You lurch forward and place your hands on his pack and push as hard as you can.

Kix stumbles forward, and a curse falls from his lips as he rounds on you, but then there’s a sharp pain in your head, and your helmet vision goes staticy, and there’s nothing.

Kix’s gaze is sharp as he keeps his eyes on his cyare.

It was dumb of her to push him out of the way. It was dumb of her to take a shot meant for him, but, at the same time, she saved his life. The blaster round would have gone through an opening in his armor and killed him instantly.

Because of her height, it hit her in the temple of her much thicker helmet.

He shouldn’t be angry.

He shouldn’t.

He should be grateful that she cares enough to save him.

But all he can think about is how his blood ran cold when she hit the ground. All he can remember is the sound her body made as she hit the ground. All he can remember is the panic that he felt when he thought that he saw her die right in front of him.

Tragically, he’s used to watching his brothers die in front of him.

It’s different for civilians.

It’s different for her.

It’s always been different for her.

He leans forward in his seat, and folds his hands in front of his mouth, his gaze lingering on her face. Aside from a massive bruise covering the side of her head, she looks fine.

There’s a low groan, and Kix’s head snaps up. “Cyare?”

Her eyes flutter open and she squints at him, “Kix?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He stands and grabs his penlight from next to the bed, “How are you feeling?”

“M’ head hurts,”

“I’m not surprised. Do you remember what happened?”

Her gaze drifts to the side as she thinks, “...Did I trip over something?” She asks.

“No, sweetling, you didn’t.” Gently, very gently, he brushes some hair out of her face, and cups her cheek, “Can you try to remember what happened for me?”

She sighs and leans into his touch, her eyes closing as she tries to think.

Slowly, Kix rubs her cheek with his thumb, offering what comfort he could.

And then she sighs again and open her eyes, “I’m sorry, the last thing I remember is General Skywalker sending me a message saying that he needed to talk to me.”

“It’s okay.” Kix uses his free hand to squeeze her fingers, “I can tell you what happened. You were shot, sweetling.”

She blinks at him, twice, “I was shot? Me?”

“You pushed me out of the way and were shot in the temple,”

She blinks at him again, seemingly in disbelief, and then she nods slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. At least you weren’t hurt.”

“At least I…” Kix stops and closes his eyes, “You disobeyed a direct order.” He says flatly, “I told you no heroics.”

“You can’t scold me for something I can’t remember, Kix. That’s not fair.” She says with a small frown.

“What were you thinking?” He hisses, “You could have been killed. If you helmet was any thinner-”

“I obviously wasn’t killed, and of course I reacted to save you. I probably did it without thinking!”

“That’s the problem! You weren’t thinking! You never think and you always get hurt!”

She wilts under his glare, and averts her gaze, “...sorry to be such a burden.” She says quietly, hurt clear in her voice. “Next time I’ll just treat myself-”

“That’s not what I meant.” Kix interrupts. “You are not, and have never been, a burden.”

She still doesn’t look at him, and Kix sighs.

He reaches out and gently tilts her head to look at him, “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“S’okay. I’m sure I deserve it.”

“No.” Kix replies immediately, “You didn’t.” He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, “It bothers me, you know?”

She tilts her head curiously.

“The only time you come to see me is when you’re hurt.” Kix explains, “Every time I see you it’s because you tripped, or fell, or electrocuted yourself…or got shot, and I…hate it.” He says with a laugh, “I hate seeing you bruised or bleeding, and it’s the only time I see you.”

“...sorry-”

“Don’t…I am not blaming you. I’m,” He laughs again, “venting.” He absently traces your lower lip with his thumb, “I hate seeing you hurt. I wish you would just…come and see me because you want to see me, not because you have to.”

She’s quiet for a moment, “You always seem so annoyed whenever I am brought here with another injury. So I’ve been trying to be more careful, so maybe you’ll stop being annoyed with me. Guess I didn’t do the best job-”

“I love you.” Kix says, “I love you so much, and I know it’s not allowed and I tried so hard to forget about it, to forget about you, but I can’t. And you got shot for me-” He trails off, “Holy shit, you got shot for me.”

She blinks at him.

And Kix leans in and presses his forehead against hers, “I don’t want to forget you. I want…kriff…I want 2.5 kids and a house and a white picket fence, and I want to kiss you so bad that it hurts sometimes-”

He’s not able to finish his, slightly rambling, thoughts as she tilts her head back and catches his lips with her own. 

Kix is so surprised that he doesn’t react right away, and then his hand tangles in her hair and he’s kissing her back like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted in his life.

And maybe it has.

When he breaks the kiss, slowly, grudgingly, he keeps his eyes closed, as if afraid that if he opens his eyes he’ll realize this is nothing more than a dream. But then her forehead is pressed against his, and his gaze locks with hers.

“So,” Kix murmurs, “That was…”

“I like you too,” She whispers, “But I’d prefer it if we waited a bit before we talk about those 2.5 kids.”

He laughs softly, “Deal.” He strokes her cheek gently, “I love you.”

A small, awed, smile crosses her lips, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower celebration #clone medic kix x reader #kix x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[spidervee]

Just losing myself in the idea of bookshop owner!reader and tangerine. fem!reader; hella cursing; mentions of terminal illness; tan being an angsty boy; possible I might continue this little ditty 🌻🐝 (p.s. taking requests till dec 31)

Tangerine’s not quite feeling himself.

He’s really going through it and slips out of the rain into the first used bookshop he sees. He’s in New York and has never been in this one before, but he likes the way there’s candles burning, even if the first thought he has is “some fuckin’ insurance adjustor prick’s worst fuckin’ nightmare.”

They’ve got a job that night, he and Lemon, and for the first time ever Tangerine is having doubts about the morality of it all. Fuckin’ Tokyo changed him. Made him soft, he thinks, or maybe made him smart. Made him want to get out of the game, he thinks, but what else is there for a bloke like him? A wife? (She’d have to be a bloody saint to deal with the likes of him). Kids? (Little nippers would drive him crazy, he’s certain). A dog? (…actually, that sounded quite nice so long as he’d never have to go John Wick on any bloke, because he wouldn’t hesitate).

For now, Tangerine reasons, he’ll just have to settle on a book.

And he’s idly moving along the shelves, impressed by the small collection of first edition Dickinson and Emerson titles that have been amassed, his fingers hovering reverently over their spines.

Until he sees you—a sweet-looking thing in a floral get-up that’s garishly at odds with the shite weather outdoors, but for some reason he likes it. Even if his first thought, as he watches you reach to replace something on a shelf over your head, is that your hemline might sneak up just a little further, on accident of course, and he might catch a further glimpse of your thighs.

But you bustle away before he can be a lech and as if you haven’t seen him at all.

And so he’s left there with Emily and Ralph and, he notices now, Langston—whom he pulls from the shelf, dust unsettling to dance in the air around him.

Something catches in his chest, then, because he remembers how he first knicked a copy of Hughes’s collected works for the foster mum he and Lemon had lived with when they were twelve. She’d loved poetry—was the closest thing they’d ever had to family besides each other—with her lilting accent and her deep brown eyes. But shit never lasts. Seven months in and she’d sat them down. Told them about that bullshit diagnosis that gave her three more months, tops, and they knew, faces stoic and unmoving even at that tender age, that they’d be shuffled to somewhere else.

In a moment of forgetting himself—or perhaps in a moment of absolute indulgence to his real and baser self—Tangerine slips the book into the front of his suit jacket. Easy doing. He doesn’t rush out, confident in his theft, taking the time to browse a little while longer before he strolls to the front of the shop to leave.

It’s still piss pouring out there and he scoops up the umbrella he left at the door, about to open it when a soft, tentative voice interrupts.

“Sir?”

He should just keep walking. Just step out into the bloody hurricane and disappear into the crowd. But instead, he turns.

And then he’s face-to-face with you.

And there’s something glinting in your eye—some spark of really seeing—that’s a little unnerving coming from someone wearing such a goddamn sunny dress.

And he knows he’s right and truly fucked.

#bullet train tangerine #tangerine imagine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #gonna call her kid #Or bub #Oooh he’s in for it tbh #Maybe they fuck in the stacks #Or maybe not #do do do

[thetomorrowshow]

scars

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

i have no clue where this idea came from but here *hands you a tattooed jimmy*

this takes place about 8 months after then end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: past abuse, mentions of needles, scars

~

“Look at that one,” Jimmy points at the screen; Scott pauses in his scrolling. “It’s a poppy. You love poppies.”

“. . . I do,” Scott says, glancing at Jimmy quickly before resuming the scroll.

“That one’s a flag, but it could be a pride flag. That’s why I saved it. The birds are a bit cheesy, but I thought I’d include them anyway.”

Scott doesn’t say anything, just keeps scrolling through the document. He knew Jimmy had been researching something, but . . . he hadn’t been expecting this.

Before him, on Jimmy’s laptop, is a three-page document that is a collage of tattoos.

Some are better than others—there’s a celtic knot that looks pretty bad, and Jimmy’s right about the birds being cheesy, but the poppy is understated and delicate, and a cute cartoon cat makes him smile.

That’s all well and good, but the problem is: Scott has no clue why Jimmy is showing him tattoos.

Jimmy points at a bundle of stars, saying something about how it reminded him of Scott, then at a feather, then a ladder, which he explains could be combined with the stars. He quickly passes over an abstract canary, hands twitching and tripping over his words, to point out an intricate subway car, then a tiny soccer ball.

Scott interrupts right as Jimmy starts to explain an iceberg tattoo.

“Jimmy, I—this is great, but I don’t think I understand. Are you wanting me to get a tattoo?”

Jimmy blinks, laughs nervously. “I—Scott, these are—these are cover-ups. For scars.”

Oh.

Suddenly, there’s a lump in Scott’s throat.

“I—a tattoo is a big decision,” Scott manages to say around the lump, his eyes catching on a long scar down Jimmy’s left bicep. “It’s something you can’t change. Are you sure?”

Jimmy levels an exasperated look at him. “For one thing, I’m an adult. I know it’s a big decision, you don’t have to remind me. And I promise I’ve thought about this. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I have.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Scott starts to amend, but Jimmy forges on.

“It’s my body,” he says. “It’s mine, and I can have the freedom to do what I want with it, because I’m an adult and it belongs to me. And when you—when you asked if I was sure, it felt like you were treating me like a kid, or like I don’t own my body. And it felt bad.”

Shame curls in his stomach. Jimmy’s right, he shouldn’t have responded like that. It’s perfectly normal for people to get tattoos, and for their partners to support them in it. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. “I didn’t think before speaking. I said something my parents would’ve said, and I should have considered what you just told me.”

Jimmy smiles, leans his head against Scott’s shoulder. “It’s fine. I was showing you because I wanted your opinion, and it’s all right if you don’t like the idea of a tattoo. But I would’ve liked for you to say that outright if that’s true, instead of telling me things I already knew.”

“No, I think it’s a great idea,” Scott hurries to amend. He pauses, taking a moment to get his thoughts in order. They’re working on having more open conversations, so that they don’t have repeat events of Scott’s Nightmare Situation of Last Month, as they’ve dubbed it. “I think a lot of tattoos are good,” he says eventually, “but some suck. So I’m happy you’re asking my opinion, because I don’t know if I’d be able to look my boyfriend in the eyes if he got a skull surrounded in roses on his bicep.”

That gets a laugh out of Jimmy. “Don’t think yours is the only opinion I’m getting,” he teases. “I know better than to trust a man who dyed his hair red all through college.”

“It looked good!”

They look at tattoos for a little while, Scott immediately vetoing the trio of birds and a guitar. Together, they separate the pages into ‘no’ ‘maybe’ and ‘yes’ images, dragging the little Darth Vader holding a lightsaber (a scar being the lightsaber) into ‘maybe’ and the celtic knot into ‘no’ and so on, until about half of the tattoos have been sorted.

And if they get distracted halfway through and end up making out right there on the couch? Well, they can always finish it later.

-

Three weeks later, Jimmy exits the tattoo parlor with the long, thin scar on his left bicep covered by a poppy, red and irritated from the procedure. Scott had been with him the whole time, holding his hand. They’d had to call for a break halfway through, but it had overall gone very well, and Jimmy had gotten into the passenger seat with a huge grin on his face.

“I thought I would be scared of the needle, but it wasn’t even that bad!” Jimmy says excitedly, twisting his arm around to check out the plastic-wrapped tattoo. “Did you hear when she said I was really good at staying still, especially for my first time? I’m going to get a good grade in tattoos, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.”

Scott laughs out loud at the meme reference, resolving not to think about why it is that Jimmy’s so good at not moving while needles are stuck into him.

“Do you like it?” Scott asks instead, adjusting the rearview mirror before shifting the car into gear.

Jimmy doesn’t answer for a long moment. When Scott glances over at him, he’s let his arm fall, staring straight ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip.

“Yeah,” he decides eventually. “I really do. Now when I look at it in the mirror, I can be reminded of you instead of them. And . . . I can make choices with my body. That feels really good.”

“I can imagine.”

Jimmy twists his arm around again, peering at what little of the tattoo can be seen through the plastic. “I like it,” he says, quieter. “Do you like it?”

“It was my top choice, Jimmy,” Scott reminds him. “And it looks cute on you. Much better than that fish would.”

Jimmy snorts. “You know what, since it was Lizzie’s idea, I’ll tell her I’ll only get it if she gets it too.”

“Please—if you get fish, get a different one,” begs Scott. “It was huge, it had that horrible ‘gone fishing’ sign—get something cute, not something that screams fifty-year-old midlife crisis.”

That gets a laugh out of his boyfriend, and a little tension that had been in Scott’s body since before the appointment finally dissipates, allowing his shoulders to ease and his fingers to loosen their grip on the wheel.

“I’ve been watching videos on word cover-ups, so I think I might get one of those,” Jimmy says when they’re almost home. “I’m . . . I think it would help, even though I can still trace the letters. But I’d like to try scar treatment first, so I don’t think I’m gonna get another tattoo any time soon.”

“And here I was thinking my boyfriend was about to get all inked up and awesome,” Scott teases.

“And something for words would have to be really big, and there’s not much I want that’s good for that,” Jimmy continues. He glances at Scott quickly, then turns his gaze out the window. “That’s life, I guess.”

Scott thinks that’s the end of the conversation. He’s happy leaving it there, with vague plans and ideas in mind to experiment with.

But later that evening, at home, as Jimmy washes dishes and Scott dries them, Jimmy blurts out, “Would I be wrong for wanting a canary tattoo?”

Scott pauses. “Um. No?”

Jimmy sighs. “See, it’s the only one that I think I would want that’s big enough and colorful enough to cover any words. But I don’t know that I could be okay with having it cover up one of those words, because of . . . connotations. But also. . . .” he sighs again, sets down his dishcloth.

“Scott, being the Canary was the only freedom I had, as awful as it was,” Jimmy explains, and it’s a credit to how far he’s come that Jimmy’s voice doesn’t even shake. “I didn’t love it, but I could go outside. I could literally fly. And I looked pretty cool, honestly. So if I got another tattoo, I think it would be a canary, but . . . I’m afraid that’ll cause more harm than good, with my mental health and all.”

“I . . . don’t know,” Scott says honestly, sliding a plate into place in the cupboard. “I’m not in your head. And it’s not my body. But you don’t have to decide today. You don’t have to decide any time soon. You can talk about it with other people, and with Nora. And we can start looking into scar treatment, if you think you’re ready for that.”

Jimmy picks up the cloth again, runs it under the water. “I don’t know,” he says eventually, voice unreadable. His face has set back into that guarded look, the one that Scott is now so familiar with. “Maybe.”

Whatever Jimmy’s unspoken other concerns are (and Scott knows that they exist, he can tell in the tenseness of his stance), Jimmy abandons that topic of conversation. He doesn’t bring up tattoos again for weeks.

But every so often, Scott catches him admiring the poppy, and he can’t help but feel a bubble of happiness.

Jimmy finally has a good reason to look in a mirror.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #021324 #yep you guessed it! im still away #if im back i'll announce it/delete these tags etc #knowing my life schedule and all that i think i'll finally feel up to coming back soon-ish #but like. as of writing these tags it is december of 22 #so take everything i say with a grain of salt #how do we feel about tattooed jimmy? #i legitimately have no idea where this came from. just all of the sudden i was researching cover-ups #and here we are #i found such pretty canary tattoos #and i think it's accurate of jimmy to be conflicted about a tattoo of a canary #bc again: canary meant freedom for him limited as it was #and that was a big part of his life that he kind of wants to commemorate #it changed everything some good some bad. jimmy's going through a part of his healing where he kind of wishes it was still happening #just bc like. a. it was easier to understand and b. now that it's this far away he feels sometimes like he's faking #like it wasn't that bad. and he wants to know that it was bad. he's trying to heal but doesnt want to let go of the hurt #bc if he covers up all the scars or they all heal then where's the proof that he went through anything at all? #somebody tell me to stop projecting #lmk what you think! #love you guys

[frenziedslashers]

I HAVE A REQUET FOR RICK‼‼

(Idc what format you use, I'm fine with whatever.) What about Rick crushing on reader? How would he act? Would he confess? Would he show any jealousy? Does he get overly protective? Is he crazy like shane? (Bad joke)

Fr I wanna know how this man is when he is IN LOVE

Bonus points if reader is a lil younger and related to Daryl. 😏

How Rick Grimes acts before and after getting in a relationship:

A/N: AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA I want to write a fic and headcanons to it. For now I'm gonna put down some headcanons, but I might write a fic for it later since I have no other TWD asks 😭 Would you prefer it all in one or like- a multi-chapter fic? Idk how long it would be, totally depends on my creative flow lmao.

Pairing: Rick xGN!Reader

Warnings: Not a lot really, jealousy, the reader is Daryl's younger sibling so Over-protective-older-brother-DarylTM, tell me if you see anything else I should include :)

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

Rick doesn't like to admit to anyone that he's caught feelings for you, especially since he knows Daryl would freak out if he even brought it up. Daryl always had you in his line of sight, making sure that you were okay and nothing happened to you. He already lost Merle, he couldn't lose you, too. So, anytime Rick even so much as approached you he knew he had to hold back on some of the more affectionate things he wanted to do to you. Such as brushing hair out of your face if your hair was long enough to do so, or touching your arms, hands, shoulders, or back. Daryl seemed to shoot down anything Rick did to you, even in a friendly manner.

Rick was good at talking to you when Daryl wasn't around to interrupt the both of you, though. He liked to make excuses to go on runs with just you.

If you know anything about tracking he's asking you to teach him how to do it. It gives him an opportunity to be with you in the forest alone. He'll brush his knuckles against your hand while the both of you walk a little too close.

Whenever he knows - or at least thinks - Daryl isn't looking he likes to place his hand on your shoulder or upper back. Especially when talking with new people. If you're a touchy feely person, he wouldn't mind holding your hand while the both of you strolled or sat next to each other. Or linking pinkies with one another, he finds it to be cute.

If the two of you are relatively close, he likes holding you before he falls asleep. He claims it's so he can fall asleep and to help with his nightmares. Which, he isn't entirely lying. You seem to scare all his bad dreams away.

When his feelings grow stronger for you, the more protective he gets over you. So, now not only do you have Daryl pushing you behind him to protect you from the monsters in front of him - living or dead - you also have Rick behind you. Protecting you from the dead and glaring daggers at the living.

He's even more head over heels for you if you're good with Carl and Judith. He likes watching you interact with his kids. One of his favorite daydreams is you being their new parental figure and he your spouse. Or at least just your boyfriend.

If someone comes around that seems to show interest in you he's watching them interact with you at all times. He's standing far enough away that he can pretend to be doing something else, but his eyes are secretly on the both of you. Watching and making sure that nothing happens. Able to intervene if you show any signs of being uncomfortable.

He winds up getting jealous if you do get closer with someone else. Especially if it's another guy. He's trying to pull you away from them at all costs. Asking you to help him with this or that. Or to watch Judith for him. He's butting into conversations between you and the other person, and Daryl notices it all.

I feel like Daryl would have known that Rick liked you from the beginning. Rick isn't the most secretive guy when it comes to hiding who he likes. Even if he would like to be, he isn't. Daryl is a little bothered by it at first - hence why he would interfere anytime Rick spoke to you - but after a while he accepts it. He knows Rick wouldn't do anything to hurt you, and he trusts him like his own brother.

He's rooting for Rick in the long run over the new guy.

I don't think that Rick would ask you out at first until he realizes you're slipping from his fingers. When he notices that you grow a little more distant that's when he reaches back out to grab you and pull you back in. He wouldn't directly confess, still. You'd wind up having to shout and ask what the hell the two of you were after he stated a disinterest in the new guy you were spending more and more time with.

Rick would eventually confess to you after thinking about it. He didn't want to think about it, but he needed to be sure. He's not letting you slip through his fingers again. He's asking Daryl first. To make sure it's okay so he doesn't step on any toes. Daryl would just smile and chuckle, giving Rick the okay and telling him he trusted him with you. Giving him a sarcastic 'Goodluck, no promises they don' bite.'

Rick wouldn't mind if you bit.

He'd wind up telling you how he felt afterwards, and if you accept his shitty confession he's overflowing with joy. He's never felt more complete in his life.

He'd be a LOT more affectionate once the both of you are in an actual relationship.

He'd be shooting you adoring glances from across the room with soft and toothy grins. He'd tease you any chance he got, and hold your hand. He's pretty fond of kissing your forehead and temples. Letting his hand rest on your mid or lower back. Pulling you close to his side while the both of you stroll Alexandria together.

If anything he's even more protective over you - if that's even possible. His jealousy levels are about the same depending on the person, but he's nearly as bad as Daryl when it comes to protecting you. Pushing you behind him to block you from harms way or standing behind you as your close and rageful backup.

He loves you, before and after he gets in a relationship with you. He knows that much.

#twd #rick Grimes x reader #x reader #joelsgeetar <3 #rick grimes #the walking dead

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

  And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.  

  Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

   “How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

  You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

       “I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

  “Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

   “And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

  While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

    “Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

  Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

    “Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

    “Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

  “I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

    “Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

   “Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

  The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

   Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

  Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

   “C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

  The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

    “You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

    “That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

  Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

  Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

     “You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

   You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

     “Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

  Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

   “You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

  “Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

    And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

   Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

   Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

    He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

   “Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

  You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

  His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

   But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

  He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

   Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

  Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

  When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

   “Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

   The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

  And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

     “I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

   You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

 Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

    “Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

     Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

     Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

#memories of desire #jax teller #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy #soa #soa fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #tig trager #happy lowman #chibs telford #jax teller x zo #jax x zo #jax teller x zoe #witchthewriter #jax teller x female reader #commissioned stories #commissions #writing commissions #story commission #witch the writer's stories #fanfic #jax teller smut #smut

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[TL] Flashback/Epilogue 2

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Kaoru: Grandpa was throwing a bit of a tantrum, saying he “hates complicated things”, so for the time being, we’ll just be going by UNDEAD.

Koga: Not much point in usin’ two separate brands. Besides, that criminal came up with HELLSING so I don’t wanna use it. Pisses me off.

Adonis: The delinquent most likely had his own ideas for UNDEAD, which was HELLSING.

Kaoru: Yeah. He was probably like “I can make the best version of UNDEAD!”

But we don’t need his idealised version of UNDEAD, we just need to shine brighter and brighter, as the real us.

Adonis: Easier said than done.

As Hakaze-senpai said earlier, both the radical immoral side and the variety programs side of us can be successful— It wouldn’t be superficial of us to do so.

Koga: It’s fine for us to get rid of one of them though. I, personally, think we should get rid of the variety programs.

Kaoru: You really hate those sorts of jobs, don’t you? …Like I said on stage yesterday, you can gain experience from anywhere.

You can’t grow big and strong if you’re a picky eater, you know?

Koga: Who do you think you are, my parents? Anyway, I get it, but I’m not gonna stop complainin’.

We need to eat everything, even if we don’t like it, so we can grow big and strong.

Kaoru: That’s the spirit ♪

Let’s do our best, ‘kay? The AIIE experiment was set up in order to trick us, nothing more to it—it almost felt like a dream.

We’ve seen real robots of ourselves and those kids from Ra*bits too.

The fakes were almost identical to the real us. At least, visually.

Technology and AI will only improve from here, and AI idols will become even more realistic.

Rei: Umu. That is how it seems to be progressing.

Kaoru: Oh? I didn’t see you so I thought you’d had an early morning bath? But then I didn’t see you in the bathroom either…?

Rei: Nay, I was enjoying the peaceful bliss of the early morning by taking a stroll.

I spoke with some neighbours who were also awake at this time, and once I grew tired, I basked in the sun on a nearby bench…

Kaoru: You actually act so much like an old man. You get more and more senile as the years go because of some character you force yourself to play.

Rei: Rather, I used to force myself to act young. I feel more comfortable now than I did back then. I am showing my true colours.

Of course, those who caught a glimpse of the previous me will have seen the immaturity in me, befitting of my young age at the time.

Anyhow. I apologise for interrupting, but I do believe you should keep Kaoru-kun’s worries in the back of your minds.

Humanity continues to evolve, scientific capability is growing ever closer to the abilities of a god.

Robotics, AI, VR— artificial idols will be comprised of those parts.

Then when non-human creatures rise in strength, and become stronger than humans, when monsters arise, when they become the new normal—

What value do humans have, other than being authentic beings?

Will we become pieces of art, displayed in museums for all to see, rather than something a part of your everyday life?

I do not know what the future holds, but that future is fast approaching.

We stand at a crossroads.

If we give up, we die where we stand. We must explore and search for what it means to be human.

We must demonstrate time and time again the value of being loved.

Otherwise, we can easily fall into the position our criminal was in.

A foolish, pitiful creature that can only look into the distance and envy how bright others shine.

What happens to one today may happen to another tomorrow. But I am not so pessimistic.

We are alive.

If we continue to live and grow, we have no reason to fear this lifetime.

That is the strength and beauty of being human.

Let us drive away our abhorrent past, and our anxiety-inducing nightmares alongside it. Let us step into the day with a smile on our faces.

～...♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #undead climax #oogami koga #rei sakuma #adonis otogari #kaoru hakaze

[widowwaddles]

Casualty of Love (Snippet)

Summary: The Scarlet Witch’s path to reunite with her kids was filled  with destruction. And now you must fan the flames in order to help your  family adjust to your new life afterward.

A what-if story continuing the aftermath of the Scarlet Witch's dream walking but of Wanda who had never awoken her powers. She is now plagued with the memories of her alternate's life. Would you be able to support your Wanda through this new journey or will you lose the Wanda you fell in love with in the process?

A/n: Excuse me as I just just drop this here and fade back into the background. Something short to test this idea out, let me know your thoughts.

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The New Normal

Your slumber was interrupted by tossing and turning from beside you.

Your eyes burn as you open them. It’s a struggle to keep them open, as your body desperately craves the one thing it’s gone without for the past month. Between the hotel rooms, family therapy sessions, and the legal repercussions of proving your wife’s innocence for the Scarlet Witch’s tirade, a good night's sleep became a luxury you could no longer afford. You craved the mundane normalcy that your life once had before She wrecked havoc in your lives. But a part of you knew that things could never go back to how they were, and that was a grieving process in itself. It broke your heart to look at your family every morning and all you see is a hollow shell of their former selves.

You felt useless for being unable to do anything as you saw your wife’s eyes become filled with a scarlet glow as she murdered those in her path. The woman who could never hurt a fly, disappearing from the house without a word and returning covered in blood with no memory of where she was or what she’d done. That moment should have been your first clue that something was wrong and you should have prepared for the worst, but as you held your shaking wife that night you couldn’t think of anything other than cleaning her up and making the tears stop. Her breaths finally evened out as she lay on your chest, the steady rhythm of your heart lulling her into sleep.

You hear Wanda begin to mutter in her sleep as her hands clench the sheets under her grasp. This was the third nightmare tonight.

“Wanda, baby” you call out softly.

“Please, don’t hurt them” she pleads, still trapped within the nightmare.

Sitting up, you turn on the lamp. Getting a better look at your wife, her face is in distress with sweat covering her forehead. You knew that you needed to wake her now. Shaking her body, you call out to her again. “We’re safe baby, please open your eyes for me”

This seems to do the trick and as she opens her eyes, you are greeted with a flicker of scarlet before they return back to green. The adrenaline from her nightmare still plaguing her body as her chest rises and falls with a quickness. Pulling her body into you until her head rests against your chest, you knew this was the only way to prevent the start of her panic attacks after these types of dreams.

“Detka” she cries out. “The boys, where are they? I need to find them”

She attempts to thrash away from your grip, but you don’t let her go. “They’re okay, I promise. Today’s a big day for them, remember it's their first day” You shush her, rocking your body as you remind her of the day’s schedule. School was the (reluctant) first step to gaining stability and normalcy in their lives. Silence fills the air, and when you felt her breaths calm down you thought she had fallen back to sleep once again.

“Y/N, please. I need to see my babies” she begs, her voice so small and broken.

“Okay,” you give in, knowing just how much she needs reassurance with her own eyes. “But, we can’t wake them or else they’ll never go back to bed,” you say lightly, in hopes of gaining a smile from Wanda but all you hear in response is Wanda rushing out of the room like a woman on a mission.

Sighing, you get out of bed and tread to the hallway. As you approach their room, you see Wanda is already sitting on the bed, slowly stroking Tommy’s cheek before moving to Billy’s. Ever since the incident, they’ve reverted to sleeping in the same bed again, in fear of one day waking up to the other being gone forever. As you enter, you approach the window that overlooks the beds and adjust the digital baby monitor you’ve had to purchase since moving into this new house. The boys are still adjusting to the new house and after the first night waking up to screams of horror, you both wanted to ensure their safety from the convenience of your room. You could still remember the glare you received from Wanda when you mentioned the idea of returning to your bedroom at night instead of sleeping with the twins for a night. You would have thought that you said the evilest thing in the world from the way she refused to speak to you for the rest of the day. It wasn’t until you brought it up again with their therapist that she had actually agreed it would be better to start the transition now that you were in a new city. Wanda was reluctant to agree but only under the condition that cameras were installed around the house in case something happens. You didn’t think that you needed to do something that drastic yet, so you both eventually compromised with the baby monitor. It hasn’t even been a full week yet, but the boys were handling it far better than you had expected. Ever since the move, they’ve taken things even better than you and Wanda had. It made your heart swell with love when you saw how peaceful and carefree they looked as they slept.

Wanda leans forwards, pressing a kiss onto each of their cheeks before standing up. She lets out a shaky breath, reaching out for your hand now that she’s been able to believe that her family was safe. You grab her hands and guide her back to your bedroom.

As you lay back down in bed, you could tell something was still preventing Wanda from fully relaxing again.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I… I don’t understand these dreams. It's a life that’s so different from mine, one without you or the boys. And it scares me so much” she confesses, her grip tightening on your hand. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost this, lost you. Each night I’m reliving the same nightmare that always ends with me alone, with everyone around me dead”

You kiss her head and rub her back.

“What if she’s still inside of me? And I try to hurt you or the twins again, I would never forgive myself” she says frantically, working herself up again.

“Wanda look at me” you say firmly, before grabbing her hands. “We are safe, and you are safe. The tests have all confirmed that she is gone and she’ll never come back. You’re my wife, and the mother to the best kids in the world. I know you’ll never do anything to hurt our family. And I will never let anything happen to you or the boys, again” You speak with so much conviction that it springs tears in Wanda’s eyes.

“It won’t be easy but soon we’ll heal from this, and it’ll become a distant memory. Our love is strong enough to get through this, but you can’t bottle it all in. I need you to trust and let me be there for you for as long as it takes until it happens, you’re not alone and you’ll never be as long as I’m here”

“Okay,” she sobs out. “Don’t ever let go, I’m afraid of what I’ll become if you did. I can’t do this without you”

“Never. I’m not going anywhere” you promise.

You don’t remember how long you spent holding Wanda until all you heard was her soft snores. You look towards your alarm and instantly know that your time to rest has come to an end. You get up and begin preparing for the day, deciding to start with the kitchen knowing your wife would be happy to see it clean before she makes breakfast. It feels like your body has been moving on autopilot for the past month, and you had no idea how much longer you could sustain the current pace of your lives.

You have to fight the urge to break down every time you see the pain in their eyes whenever something accidentally triggers them to that hell. It’s something you should have gotten used to by now, but the aching behind your eyes reminds you that you weren’t invincible (even though you wished you were). You felt weak and useless, not knowing what you could do to help but you’d never let that show. It is up to you to hold this family together. The only thing motivating you now was the hope that tomorrow would be better than today, and with this glass-half-full mindset, you could see the progress. So you had to remain strong, for the good of your family. All of the sleepless nights and tears would all be worth it in the end. But until that day comes, you’ll just have to accept that this is your new normal.  

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #casualtyoflove

[kimistorm]

Chronosaurus [Stray Kids x Reader || Chapter 11]

Fly Away my Love: Chapter 11 Fandom: Stray Kids Pairing: OT8 x GN! reader (Please let me know if I accidentally slip up!) Genre: YA Dystopian Warnings: Violence in the form of being pinned down and captured. Nightmares.

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Han stifled a laugh, "no, he doesn't read minds with his hands."

"So what does he do?" You pressed. You had to admit that Chan stating that it was time for everyone to start training together excited you. It meant that you’d probably get to see everyone’s abilities! And for having been together for what was probably months, and still not knowing most people’s abilities was frustrating. You wanted to know more about them all, you still only had seen half of their abilities in action, and you had no idea what IN, Chan, or Changbin could do.

“That’s probably something best heard from him.” Han interrupted before Felix could say anything.

“I feel like he’s been getting less friendly with me.” You couldn’t help but frown. He was the one who suggested for you to join the whole group but it felt like you were seeing him less and less. The few times you did see him were always barely frosty, as if he was growing more and more distrustful. Maybe he was having second thoughts about having you join the group.

“I think he’s just on edge.” Felix mentioned as he chewed on his necklace, “things have been weird since you showed up.”

“I swear it’s not me!” you hastily waved your hands around to try and dispel the suspicion. 

“Seungmin was never able to figure out your ability,” Han looked at you curiously, “your ability isn’t bad luck, is it?” there was a bit of a snicker, but he was looking at you with a serious gaze. It was a genuine question.

“If it is, I wouldn’t know it.” You grumbled as you thought back to the torture in District 9, “you know they like flashy abilities.”

Han and Felix just shrugged, “I guess.” Han agreed half-heartedly, “but you know Seungmin’s isn’t too crazy.”

“Dude looks like a demon whenever he activates his ability,” you scoffed as you thought to his unnatural red glow. Han whispered something under his breath to Felix who giggled at it. You raised an eyebrow at the two of them but neither said a thing. “Fine.” You shoved away from the table, “you two go have your secret conversation.”

“Wait (s/n) that’s not-” Felix tried to fix the situation but you were already on edge from the sticky notes, Chan, and everything that was going on so you ignored him and went back to your room. “Han!”

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“I don’t understand you.” You crossed your arms as you glared at Ina. Or maybe it was your mind’s version of Ina. You still had no idea what these dreams were. It felt too real for it to be all made up in your mind and there was no break in the continuity, so it didn’t feel like a dream. However, the way Ina was acting was so weird. The real one you knew would be much more concerned. The way Chan was concerned, the way everybody else was concerned, the way you were concerned. This Ina was the only person who seemed to think this was all normal and it couldn’t be right.

“What am I doing that’s weird?” she asked as she picked at her fingernails and then held them out to examine.

Your jaw dropped before you grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her, “who are you?”

The pillow hit its mark and she nearly fell off the bed, “what are you talking about?” her dark eyes were wide in shock as she looked at you.

“I have never in my life seen Ina care about something as frivolous as her nails.”

She rolled her eyes, “seriously? That’s what’s got you all worked up?” she readjusted her position to lay down more comfortably on the bed, “this is just the only place where I feel safe enough to care.”

“But why does it matter? You’re dead! You’re not trying to impress anyone.” You huffed. It was all so confusing. The Ina you knew was pragmatic and serious. She’d take information from the world around her and form plans. She had drive and motivation. This version was a lazy, uninspired pain in the behind.

“Ouch.” She responded with little bite behind it.

“And other than that, why does this whole situation not seem weird to you?” you stared at her over crossed arms, “someone or something has clearly been sneaking into our space and leaving behind creepy notes.”

“Probably one of the guys playing pranks.” Her tone made it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “guys do that.” 

“But Chan already checked!”

“And people lie.” She rolled her eyes, “don’t worry about it, it’s not like anyone is hurt.”

“Yet.”

She crossed her arms, “what do you want me to react with?” she put her hands up to her face in mockery, “oh no what a tragedy! You all need to run away and hide!”

You huffed, this was worse. “Nevermind. I thought you would be more empathetic but clearly you’re just some weird dream.”

“Whatever.”

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"IN, could you do a probability check for me?" it was so sudden and nonchalant that Chan asked whilst you were all eating dinner.

IN cracked his neck a couple of times, “what am I checking for?”

“The probability of all of us surviving the next year.” His voice was stern and he had his hands clasped together in thought as he looked at something far in the distance. You heard Hyunjin gulp next to you.

IN closed his eyes and then his whole body took on a blue glow. He seemed to gain a sort of floatiness and you could see the strings of his hoodie start to float up and even his hair started to float around like he was sitting at the bottom of a pool. His hands started to move around in front of him, as if he was swiping through invisible options only visible from behind his eyelids. Everyone was waiting with bated breath and soon IN stopped moving. “7%.” There was a moment of silence, “should I try and change-?”

“No!” It was both Lee Know and Chan who yelled it out loud and IN’s eyes snapped open from being startled and immediately the blue glow and floatiness disappeared.

“Ah, right. Sorry.” He sheepishly rubbed at his neck, and it was clear there was a bigger story behind the last time he used his ability.

“We’re going to practice sparring.” Chan decided, “I know it’s been awhile since some of you have used your abilities, we need to use them. Get used to them. See how we can enhance them in battle.”

“You think we’re going to go into battle?” Felix’s eyes creased with worry.

“Given that probability,” he jerked his head to IN, “most definitely.”

“We could all just starve to death.” Han tried to joke but was met with several deadpanned stares. “Okeyyyy.”

“I guess it’s a good thing Changbin kept on working out,” Hyunjin nodded.

“You’re all scrawny,” Changbin teased in response, “it’s about time you all got into shape.”

Seungmin jokingly protested, “if I’m lighter I can run away faster.”

Minho sighed through his nose, “that’s not how it works.”

“Those of us on night shift will start tonight.” Chan looked at Felix and Seungmin. They nodded, Felix looking a little bit more determined than Seungmin. 

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The panting of your chest was nearly painful you were breathing so hard. It was dark and you could barely see dark blue shapes in front of you that you dodged around. You felt your eyes were wide open in an attempt to get more light and to see better, but it did little to help. You were running. From what, you had no clue, but the terror sticking in your bones and the weighted feeling of dread was more than enough to keep you running. 

You could hear your own feet pounding on the cold, smooth floor and then you recognized the place. The realization caused a chill to pour over you and you almost tripped over your feet. The pounding of your heart almost drowned out the rapid footsteps behind you and you hastily restarted your run moments away from being capture.

Your feet felt like they were skidding out from underneath you and the sudden corner in front of you did nothing to help as you suddenly turned and practically gave your feet carpet burn. You didn’t know where you were running to, you had no plan. It was just to get away, but the maze of walls, corners, and low lighting did nothing to orient yourself. You could feel your strength draining and it was only so long that you could run through the abyss. It was fear and adrenaline that kept you going. Your lungs felt like they were on fire and your mouth and throat were painfully parched. Your legs were already sore and the harsh impact on your feet was starting to send sharp pain shooting up your legs.

And as soon as you realized just how much pain you were in from running, you tripped. You tripped over nothing like the fool in a movie. There was no time to react as you were immediately pounced on. A heavy weight threw itself onto you and crushed your body underneath. Now, you felt like you couldn’t breathe just because of the weight pushing down on your stomach and lungs. You thrashed around and tried to kick and punch at whatever you could but strong hands quickly grabbed ahold of your flailing legs as another set of hands came to your neck. You choked again and frantically tried to pull at the hands around your neck but they were simply to big and strong. Your already shoddy vision and burning lungs got worse as your body begged for oxygen and the blue light started to fade to black. You wanted to scream, you wanted to escape, you wanted to be away from it all.

And then you woke up. 

Your heart was pounding so loud you could practically feel it in your ears. You looked around and coughed at the dryness in your mouth. You were still in the same room that you fell asleep in. The bedsheets still had that gaudy colorful pattern on it, there was no moonlight filtering through the window but you could feel the crisp draft coming through the edges. The blankets on you felt stifling and you frantically kicked them off but got more and more panicked as you realized how tangled they were in your legs and kicking was doing nothing.

You tried to push yourself away from it, out of your blankets, but you ended up falling out of your bed with a loud “thud.” You tried pulling at it with your hands but it felt like nothing was working. Your breathing was increasing, you could feel yourself getting hot and sweaty, and you could still only hear your heart in your ears.

The door burst open and you let out a surprised scream. Chan was standing there with a knife in his hands poised to stab. He looked around, saw the window was still in-tact (other than the crack that’s been in there since you arrived), and saw you tangled up in your bed sheets on the floor.

The fear in his face melted into concern as he put the knife down and went over to help you out of your mess. You stopped thrashing around and allowed Chan to gently move your limbs around as he untangled the mess of blankets. “Bad nightmare?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Has this happened before?”

“Not like this.”

It wasn’t long until he successfully got you completely untangled and stood up to help lay the blankets properly on the bed. The entire time you sat on the ground. Still a little bit shell-shocked, still a little bit surprised at Chan to be honest, and just without energy to even doing anything. “Let’s go get some water.” He extended a hand out to you and you grabbed it so he could pull you to your feet.

“Does this happen often?” you couldn’t help but ask as you followed him through the halls to the kitchen. He was so nonchalant and calm about it and didn’t even question anything.

“More frequently than we’d like.” He confessed as he looked for a cup, “but understandable nonetheless.” He grabbed one and filled it up with water before sliding it across the counter to you. “Wouldn’t exactly call District 9 homey.” He grabbed another mug that was already sitting out and topped it off with water before sitting down with you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to force a conversation, but it wasn’t awkward. He was there to listen if you wanted to say anything, but if you didn’t, that was fine. He would just be another human to remind you that you’re not alone and to provide that sense of comfort.

As you looked at him through the dim lighting of the kitchen it seemed like the dark bags under his eyes got more pronounced. The hoodie he was wearing was showing obvious signs of wear and looked like hadn’t been replaced in years based on the fraying threads and holes of thin fabric. You thought back to the serious conversation that morning with the sticky notes and the conversation afterward with Han and Felix. Which speaking of… “I thought Felix and Seungmin were also on night watch.”

“They’re elsewhere,” he waved a hand and you noticed that there were 2 other cups out on the table, “they’re taking a walk to try and fight off the sleep.” 

You nodded and your mind wandered back to the group meeting. When he was talking to everyone he seemed like a fearless leader. He seemed like the harsh boss grilling everyone and commanding the next steps. But sitting next to him in the middle of the night made him feel more human. The slight hunch in his neck and the way his shoulders caved in on himself as if the weight of the world was being put on them. Looking at this version of Chan seemed so much more open and kind, closer to the one you first met rather than the one you got to know. You didn’t know if there was ever going to be another chance like this so you didn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth, “do you hate me?”

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The Divorce (3)

summary | Vecna’s curse was a hell of a problem, and the worst part was: you had no idea about its cause, you just knew it was killing people in your world. How can you keep your kids safe when you have no true idea about what is happening? You weren’t so sure neither you or Steve would be capable of it this time.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angsty, making out in a car, mentions of panic attacks, reader is on the verge of a panic attack, nightmares, mentions of torture (yk the russian base and all), the idiots are realizing it!, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 3) — let me know if i forgot something please!

word count | 4,1k

author’s note | here we go! idk how i feel about this chapter, but in the next one shit is going down :) leave a comment if you like — it helps to keep up the motivation! i know ‘time after time’ is already used in the series but i love the song and i needed to use it

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Vecna’s Curse was what Dustin named it.

You could barely sleep that night after finding Eddie and learning that the chance of an Upside Down related event was even bigger than before. What type of monster would this Vecna be? As big as the mindflayer? Would it come to your dimension or act at a distance?

There were too many questions and, only to add to them, the fear of not being lucky enough this time crept under you.

You had to take care of the kids, had to keep them safe while letting them help because, being completely honest, they did a great part of the job. But every time these things would attack again you caught yourself thinking about the day you wouldn't be fast enough to swing a bat, or witty enough to find a metal pipe and hit something in the head just in time.

You weren’t that much older than them, anyways.

So when Steve got to your house to pick you up and see Eddie you had the most tired face in you and probably some indications that you cried — but just a little. Now you were head first into this edition of the Upside Down drama and you needed to keep your head in the game with no panic attack or other distractions.

“Good morning.” You said, clearing your throat so your voice would sound less nervous.

“Hey there.” Steve said, giving you a small smile. “Everything’s fine?”

When you only nodded he picked it as his cue to keep quiet and not ask anything about it. It was going to be a quiet ride to pick up Robin, so he decided to turn on the radio. The first chords of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper and you turned your head to Steve raising an eyebrow.

…

It was the beginning of 1985 and you were in Steve’s car listening to some music.

For the first time in forever Steve’s parents were in Hawkins and at his house, making it not the first choice of a place for hanging out with your boyfriend whatever you and Steve were.

The car wasn’t one of the warmest places to stay in the winter but at least you were alone and didn't have to worry about any interruptions. You were listening to some music and talking, nothing much. After the events that first brought you to talk you and Steve had been doing that a lot.

Fears, traumas, the things you both went through and couldn’t tell a single soul in Hawkins were out in the open when it was the two of you.

That was, until he went and kissed you, interrupting some ramble about waiting for a demogorgon to appear out of nowhere.

You both didn’t waste any time and you sat on his lap kissing him harder, his hands roaming through your body were everything you needed for some time, everything you wanted. Talking so freely with him made you catch some feelings for sure plus the whole kissing too much wasn’t helping them to disappear like you wanted.

His hands trailed up to your cheeks, breaking the kiss and looking deep into your eyes. The smile he gave you awakened a dozen butterflies inside you.

“I’m happy you beated that demogorgon with a pipe.” He said sweetly, making you laugh.

“I shouldn’t even be at Jonathan’s house.” You said, taking a bit of hari from his eyes. “But I’m happy I saved your ass back there.”

“Because you wouldn’t be kissing me right now, right?” He joked.

Your hand traveled to his lips and you traced the pretty shape of them. “That and because I really like you, Steve.”

That caught him off guard but only made him smile wider and pull you in a deep kiss, one that sort of told you the very same thing you did to him.

He liked you very much.

The lyrics were lost in the car as you peeled his shirt off, but the moment you felt so happy with the possibility of it all being reciprocated you memorized the very same lines that echoed in your ears.

If you're lost you can look and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting

Time after time

…

Steve only smiled timidly and continued driving.

The silent ride turned into a very talkative one as Robin and Dustin joined the car ride. News about what the Hawkins PD thought about Chrissy’s murder and how Eddie Munson seemed to be the prime suspect.

When you got to the boat house to give Eddie some food, sharing the news with him wasn’t even near a good part.

“We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they’re definitely looking for you. Also they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Dustin told him after he asked for them to say the bad news first.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, making Eddie’s expression fall even more.

“And the good news?” He said after a moment of silence.

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin took a step forward. “But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do too. And once it gets out, everyone and they’re shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, eyes lost far away to hold back the urge to go insane. You placed your hand on his arm, trying to give some comfort to your neighbor but it made no difference.

“So, before that happens we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.” Dustin presented his plan.

“That’s all, Dustin? That 's all?” Eddie hissed, the plan didn’t sound even near promising.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dustin said.

“Listen, Eddie.” Robin calledhis attention. “I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kind of thing before.” She stopped just a second before adding. “I mean, they have a… a few times and… and I have once. MIne was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.”

“Yes, we usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we’re technically in more of the…” Robin tried to follow on.

“Kinda…”

“Brainstorming phase.” Max completed it.

“Yeah, there’s nothing to worry about.” You tried to help them, but that affirmation was way too forced and made Eddie’s eyes go a little bit wider.

Police sirens cut the brainstorming phase of the plan and everyone started to grow in panic. Robin and Steve covered Eddie in the boat with the tarp and you ran first to spy in the window, trying to not show your whole face in the glass — an effort that proved useless since Dustin ran after you and got in front of the whole window to look at it.

“Fucking hell, I have a terrible feeling about this.” You whispered as you saw an ambulance followed by the police cars. "Let 's go.” You suggested, already running to the door so you could get in Steve’s car.

You sort of notice what you were doing only during your fourth step, acting as if nothing had changed. A cold ran though your spine but you continued to walk without looking behind you, without looking at him.

The group stood there stunned for a second, you were way more silent this time and it was comprehensible after “the divorce”. That was the first glimpse into what the hell things were back then, it felt like one glimpse of a good thing in the middle of the chaos that was only starting to unravel.

Dustin was the first to run after you, was it curiosity or that feeling of comfort in seeing you looking back at Steve and waiting for him to go even with the spark of insecurity behind your eyes.

Steve woken from the small transe he was in, taking in your cautions demeanor that stood several feet away from him and the similarity. For the first time since you met again, Steve gave you a half smile before walking fast to the car.

You still had an ambulance to follow.

…

It was no surprise to find Nancy at the crime scene, what shocked you was the reason for that to happen. Instead of going after information she was searching for her friend — or coworker — when she figured out he was dead.

After being questioned by the police she walked towards the group, already knowing that something was off if they were all together and very near a crime scene. Then phase two began, all the theories and explanations started being shared and got into an open discussion.

Things that had been understood in silence were finally spoken out loud and suddenly everything was real.

Way too real in your opinion.

“All that we know is that this is something different. Something new.” Max said, when most things were out.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy complained.

“It’s only a theory.” Dustin justified himself.

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense.” Nancy continued. “I mean, why them?”

“Maybe it was just the wrong place? They were both at the game.” Dustin suggested.

“And near the trailer park.” Max completed.

“We’re at the trailer park.” Steve said in an uneasy voice. “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

“I don’t think this is something to do with the trailer park.”

“No.” Nancy disagreed. “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin trailed off, waiting for a better explanation.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.” Dustin linked the information.

“Yeah, but not here.” She corrected him. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before strike, right? So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman…” Robin 

“Vecna.” Dustin corrected.

“I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” Steve said.

“Maybe they did.” It was Max's turn again. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your…”

“Your shrink.” Robin concluded.

She hadn't even said the last letter and everyone was already getting up and walking to the car again, Nancy weirdly going in a different direction.

“Whoa, whoa. Nance. Nance!” Steve shouted for her and everyone stopped on their tracks. “Nance, where are you going?” he walked to her.

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check up on first.” She said, still walking to the car.

“Something you wanna share with the group?” Dustin said.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” She tried to get everyone off her.

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose?” Steve complained. “No, it’s too dangerous. You need… You need someone to…”

He stuttered with the look she gave him and you were almost laughing, that’s until you spotted keys being thrown your way and you caught them by a miracle.

“I’ll stick with Nace, right? Take the car, check out the shrink.”

You looked at Robin, baffled and a bit hurt, but she only rolled her eyes and whatever Steve was doing. “I’m going with him so he doesn’t do anything stupider than this.”

“Take care, you three.” Was all you could shout before just turning around taking back the mission from where you stopped.

And that’s how you were stuck in the car with Dustin and Max and driving Steve’s car without Steve there. The other three had gone into Nancy’s car towards whatever clue Nancy was following and left you with the kids.

To be fair, being with the kids was easy, you were used to it for the past years. Saving Dustin and Erica from evil Russians, protecting Max, Lucas and also Dustin against “demodogs”, that was something you knew you were good at because the kids being alive meant something.

But you felt ashamed for being hurt by Steve running away from your side at the first opportunity. You shouldn’t be feeling like that and you knew, the break up was already about eight months into the past and you should be over it.

There was no being over Steve Harrington, it seemed.

“Here?” You asked Max when you parked the car in front of a house you never saw before.

She nodded to you. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

With Dustin with you in the front seat you were afraid about where the conversation might go, so you just kept quiet, resting your head against the steering wheel.

“She’s in.” Dustin informed you and you nodded your head, almost hitting your nose at the steering wheel because you didn’t want to lift it up — this Upside Down business was getting more tiresome every year. 

The silence was perfect for you, but apparently not to Dustin since he felt the urge to interrogate you. “So, we're gonna talk about… it?”

“What?” You turned to look at him, seeing his pretty serious face and you had no idea about what he wanted to say.

“About the hurt face you made?” He said but you were still confused. “When Steve tossed you the car keys and went to uncover the mysteries of this town with Nancy Wheeler?”

“You’re seeing things, Dustin.”

“No, there were a lot of witnesses. I’m pretty sure Robin saw it too.” He kept going. “So that leaves us with only one conclusion: you still love Steve.”

“You’re insane, kid.”

“And I’m still more aware of this than you.”

“Shut up!” You were starting to feel bothered by it.

“You know I’m right.”

“It’s not like Steve and I broke up because we didn’t love each other.” You whispered.

“What was that?” His ears picked up your little comment that added new information to the thing he never understood.

You see, Dustin Henderson might have made a huge drama off your break up with Steve but he had no idea about what truly happened the week before you moved out of Hawkins. He also had no idea about the nightmares and how what happened at the Russian Base hit Steve harder than any of you would’ve thought.

“I’m sorry, Dusty.” You said, this time you looked out of the window for a distraction. “I’m sorry but this doesn’t have to do with you. You don’t need to worry about me and Steve, we about what we were. There’s no going back for us and… and even though I do though there might be a chance it was crushed today, all right? So let’s just not talk about this again? Could you please do this for me?”

Dustin kept quiet for a second, a very long second considering it was him — damn, you loved the kid but sometimes he just tested your patience way too much. “You know, Steve’s still in love with you, right?”

You were leaning on the steering wheel again and all you could do was laugh a bit at the situation.

“As I said, the problem isn’t love.” And it was so true. The problem might actually be… Hawkins, you weren’t a hundred percent sure. How can things grow when there’s always a monster waiting  to get us after some months? “But you know, I wouldn’t be so sure about his feelings. I think Nancy is the one for him.” And how could you blame him?

“He just wants to protect a friend. A very stubborn friend.” You looked at him, holding back laughter. “I know you’re stubborn too, but you’re the most responsible babysitter when it comes to you both.”

You laughed a bit, trying to lighten up the mood. “Whatever, I…” You stopped talking when you saw Max running in the direction of the car, so you started the engine. “Here she comes.”

She opened and closed the door as fast as she could.

“What’d she say?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing, just drive.” She answered shortly.

“Nothing?” You turned to look at her, confused by the lack of information.

“Y/n, drive!”

“All right, let’s go.” You speed up to leave the house behind. “Where to?”

“To the school, we need to check the records there.” Max said.

“Well I never thought I’d be sneaking into Hawkins High after I graduated.” You whispered.

Dustin. Dustin, it’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.

Well, it seemed Lucas Sinclair got into the picture.

…

Entering the school wasn’t too complicated, but being inside when it was all dark and no one was inside too was quite intimidating. Well, the school like that was intimidating but the reason why you were there might’ve had a huge say in that.

You and Dusting followed Max to Ms. Kelley’s room when his walkie came back to life again, but this time it was Robin talking.

Dustin, do you copy?

“Yeah, I copy.” He answered quickly without stopping the run inside the school.

So, Nancy's a genius. Vecna's first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye.

“Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now.” He said and you pulled him to your side to make a turn in another corridor.

What are you doing?

“We’re breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.” Dustin summarized it pretty well.

Can you repeat that?

You grabbed the walkie from his hand to answer. “Just get your asses over here as fast as you can and we'll explain everything.”

What’s going on?

This time it was Steve’s voice.

“A lot, just come here.” You said again. “Bye.”

Giving Dustin the walkie back you entered inside the room right after Max and ran for the archives that you hoped held some of the answers you were all looking for.

“It's like a mini-Watergate or something.” Dustin said. “Hawkinsgate.”

You ignored looking at the files that Max was going through. 

“Oh, no.” You whispered.

“You found it?” Dustin walked closer to see it.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max explained it, walking to the table and opening the file to read.

You and Dustin got behind her and pointed the flashlights, going through the symptoms of whatever happened to Fred and Chrissy.

“Can I see Fred’s file?” She asked and you caught it for her.

The information was quite similar: nosebleeds, nightmares, PTSD, headaches… All of those were repeated on both files. “That’s not looking good. Max, can you pass me that other page?” You asked but she didn’t respond. “Max?”

She was freezed, you couldn’t call her and couldn't reach for her. You and Dustin started shaking her desperately and she was still in the same position and looking at the same place.

In some sort of… trance.

You were desperate, shaking and shouting, trying to do anything besides swelling into the panic that was already reaching for you. Some time while you and Dustin were trying to wake her up you felt an arm in your shoulder, only seconds before Max blinked back to reality.

“Hey, hey! You’re here, you’re here.” You said more like trying to ground yourself than her, but you squeezed her hands anyway. She was there.

The hand that was still on your shoulder was gone, but soon you felt arms surround you and bring you up to your feet, this time you were squeezed against someone’s chest and you were glad for it. The smell was too easy to recognize, Steve kept you there until your breath was normal again and it wasn’t long until you were back too.

Looking around you were glad everyone was worried about Max, too worried to notice your little slip of control. That was the last thing anyone needed in this situation.

“Thank you.” You whispered, back still pressed against him for comfort, your hands were free by your sides but you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

Just a quiet sign to show him it was okay.

…

After Starcout and everything it brought to Hawkins it wasn’t so hard to have trouble sleeping. Being held captive in a Russian Base also wasn’t in your top 3 best experiences in life.

When you jumped awake on that warm summer night you weren’t even surprised anymore, getting up to get a glass of water in the middle of the night had become a routine for you. At least you were happy the screaming had stopped, so Steve wasn’t awoken by your night terrors — even if he was sometimes by his own demons.

The water filling the glass up had a calming effect and, as you drank it, you felt more at ease but it wasn’t enough to bring back your sleep.

That’s when you felt strong arms surround you and you stilled in fear for a second, just before melting in Steve’s embrace. He wasn’t one to talk in the middle of the night, like if his voice was used it’d ruin his sleep — and you could understand why he’d value any night when the thoughts gave a break. But the good part was that Steve Harrington didn’t need to say a word to comfort you, the feeling of his heartbeat against your back and the way his hands ran up and down your arms took the fear away.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a loud and deep breath. 

Following the previous night's schedule, Steve knew you were feeling better so he guided you back to his room in small lazy steps. All until you were tucked under the sheets with him and were almost drifting off again, even if you swore you wouldn’t close your eyes ever again.

He has that effect.

…

“It was here.”

Great, you had zoned out again. Steve wasn’t hugging you anymore but his hand held yours tightly, he was probably the one who guided you out of Ms. Kelley’s room.

“Right here.” Max pointed at the empty wall.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked.

“It was so real. And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” Dustin explained, every word only left the atmosphere worse.

“That's not even the bad part.” Max turned to everyone and guided the group back to the room. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help. They both were having headaches. Bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then… then the nightmares. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. Then they started seeing things. Bad things. From their pasts. These visions, they just… they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…” She stopped to take another deep breath. “Everything ended.”

“Vecna's curse.” Robin said.

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago. I've been having them for five days.” Max confessed it. “All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so…”, she breathed shakily, “…looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

You shook your head, wanting to say something until the terrible moment was interrupted by a noise in the corridors outside of the room. Without even thinking, you squeezed Steve’s hand, looking back at him with wide eyes. He squeezed it back, in that reassuring way he’d always do for you, just before letting it go.

“Stay here.” He said to everyone, grabbing a lamp close to the door and then walking out of the room.

You looked at the table and caught a scissors you found, following him out not only seconds before. The kids, Nancy and Robin also followed, everyone with that fear mixed with curiosity to see what the hell was waiting outside. A loud noise of a door being open and then echoes of steps came from the corridor that crossed the one you were into and everyone was prepared for an attack.

“It's me!” A voice you knew shouted.

“Lucas?” You exclaimed.

“It's me.” He said one more time just to be sure.

“Jesus, what's wrong with you, Sinclair?” Steve shouted. “I could've taken you out with this lamp!”

“Sorry, guys. Sorry.” He said breathing too heavily. “I was… I was biking for eight miles. Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas took some more breaths before following. “We've got a code red.”

And anyone would think things couldn’t get worse, but you had Jason Carver to thank for that one.

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[totallyexhausted]

Headcannon with a sick kid!Megumi and Dad!Gojo/ Geto....

Because of the new JJK S2, I like to imagine Gojo being a single dad to Tsumiki/ Megumi, and like he starts dating Geto (like they have a 101 Dalmatian meet-cute or something - Megumi’s dogs - idea from discording with a friend), and like Gojo cancels their date one night because Megumi got sick (he’s like 6/7). And Geto shows up with take-away, a movie, and things to make Megumi feel better, and helps Gojo take care of him while they still have a “date.” Gojo thanking Geto because most people get angry when plans get changed or whatever - maybe Gojo was worried/ anxious to cancel on Geto because they haven’t been dating long (they haven’t really had their first kiss yet either *cough cough* until later that night), and like Gojo and Geto are chilling on the couch or at the table talking, their leftovers and an empty bottle of wine, abandoned. Tsumiki is either asleep, doing her homework (maybe Geto helped her with her maths) or at a friends, and Megumi has been asleep for a while (Gojo had answered the door quite frazzled and surprised to see Geto, a sick Megumi either clinging to him/ his leg, arguing with Gojo that he doesn’t need to take medicine or he doesn’t want to eat (maybe Geto brought something easier like pudding or rice porridge which Gumi still fights against but Gojo can’t give him anymore meds until he eats something) or sprawled on the couch half-asleep, etc. etc.) and like things start heating up for Gojo/ Geto, and they are about to kiss when Megumi comes in, rubbing his eyes, still feverish and tired and sick, teary-eyed because he had a nightmare (maybe if Tsumiki is away or in the hospital, Gumi complains that he wants his sister) and he doesn’t feel well, and he obviously interrupts/ ruins the moment- but he crawls into Gojo’s lap (maybe he can be clingy when he’s sick or he actually acts like a child versus the closed-off leave-me-alone vibe he gives off usually, or he starts silently crying because he feels sick and wants Tsumiki (and all he has is stupid Gojo), and Gojo offers or picks him up to sit with him). And Geto sits there for a while, still talking softly to Gojo about stuff, admiring (because Gojo, even though he can be a little shit/ menace, seems so sweet/ caring/ dad-ish in the moment) Megumi who is cradled against Gojo’s chest sleepily, calming himself down, (Geto jokes he didn’t think Gojo could be so gentle or something - Gojo saying he will gladly throw Geto out); Gojo rocking the kid gently (unaware he’s doing it) or carding his fingers through the boy’s hair, Megumi’s forehead tucked under Gojo’s chin, his hands loosening around Gojo’s shirt as he fights sleep.... yeah, idk, maybe Gumi gets held by Geto later like Gojo has to clean up vomit or something or can’t get Megumi to calm down and Geto offers to take him... like Megumi gets worse or something. Maybe they all end up on the couch together, Gojo at one end, Geto at the other, Megumi’s head in Gojo’s lap, his feet in Geto’s (Gojo tells Geto he can shove them away but the other just laughs as the boy isn’t a bother)... I just like the idea of Geto/ Gojo taking care of Megumi after Gojo cancels their date, Geto showing up because he wants to help, and let Gojo know he’s not mad or anything, and he’s fine with staying in for a date night too- yeah idk y’all but this is stuck in my head atm. 

Also, on another side note, anyone else thinking that JJK will go in the same direction as the past? Where Megumi and Itadori will end up like Geto and Gojo, respectively? 

#jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #dad gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #fushiguro megumi #megumi #kid megumi #sick megumi

[the-hedgerow-house]

Excerpt of Chapter 1: Ad Terminum

Here's a snippet of the first chapter of "The Hedgerow House" to whet your appetite with; Y/N POV writing:

Satisfied with what you did manage to scalp off your worn tennis shoes, you took a look around for an indicator of where the festival was going to be; vaguely, you recalled someone in the cafe where you’d heard about the sign up saying it was up in the old campgrounds, deep in the woods where the town’s lights wouldn’t interrupt the ambiance, but where that actually was you had no idea. “Summer camp” wasn’t really your thing growing up, even if it was technically just a four day weekend behind the library. Too many kids from school you didn’t feel like being in close quarters with, uninterrupted, for days at a time.

Taking a guess you weren't up far enough, you pointed your toes uphill and began to march, pondering the other details of the event you remembered from the cafe poster. Any other year, you might have passed up on the endeavor simply because the effort wasn’t worth it, but upon seeing the theme that had been voted on, you felt a glimmer of true excitement. For the first time in five years, they’d passed on the milquetoast ‘harvest’ and ‘pumpkin patch’ themes and dove back to the true root of Eerie Fest: actually being scary.

This year, they picked The Hedgerow House.

More of an urban legend than a scary story, there was hardly a teen or college freshman in the county who didn’t know about that macabre place–it was the main reason the campground had been so sought after this year. There was an old multi-story lodge on the property that was being decorated to resemble the forbidden building of legend, with the decor and spooksters–the nickname for the costumed actors–being assigned a role as one of the denizens of the house itself. Supposedly, the goings-on of The Hedgerow House were the stuff of nightmares that only the most versed and prolific of horror fans would appreciate, from missing persons to mutilations, cult activity, inhuman creatures and enthusiastic cannibalism; each telling of the house was a bit different yet all claimed to be true. They couldn’t possibly water down this theme! Your excitement for a truly awful, memorable, unsettling Eerie Fest experience was all you wanted. To participate in something you actually cared about.

You were already called a monster by enough people in town, it only made sense to finally cash in on that title.

A rapid beeping struck your ear out of the blue, startling you from your thoughts. What was that? Reaching for your earbuds, you felt a bitter hand of worry grip your neck. One of them was gone! How? When?! Turning to look down the path, the worry grew into a near panic. How in the world could you find your lost headphone in this mess!?

You had to try, or that incessant beeping would continue as the paired headset tried to sync up again and again, fruitlessly. Muttering swears at your own misfortune, you trudged back to approximately where you cleaned your shoes, finding the mud scrapes relatively easily. The beeping stopped as you did, meaning the damn thing was hiding out somewhere nearby; it was bright white, so it should stand out pretty well against the dirt and leaves–right?

Even if it did, that didn’t spare you the time it took to rifle through the masses of plant matter, feeling the wet odor of decaying plant life cling to your sleeves and seep under your nails. Three–five–ten minutes later, it finally turned up, somehow nestled safely under the very root you’d used to clean your shoes. For a moment, you swore it hadn’t been there before, but you were too relieved to find it to question whether your eyes were playing tricks or if the forest had mischievous critters hiding around every bush that enjoyed your misery. Cleaning it off, you put it back in your ear–cold! Ugh.

You rose from the ground, losing hope you’d get to sign up on time at all at this rate.

The ground shifted.

Sopping leaves skid over each other, taking your foot with them with a crunch as gravel and twigs gave way. Your knee burned, taking the brunt of the slide you unwillingly found yourself having. Everything went pear-shaped as you landed with a whump on your back at the foot of the hill, staring up at the gray autumn sky between the treetops. Taking a slow breath, a guttural curse wound its way out of your throat.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Carefully, you sat up, wincing; the pain was mild, mostly just bumps and a wicked rug burn thanks to your jeans greeting the hillside with too much enthusiasm, but your pride hurt the most. How in blue blazes did you manage to fall down the damn hill so easily?!Coming outside was a mistake, you decided, peeling your wet backside off the leafy ground with all the grace of a newborn horse. Home was sounding better and better by the minute, but as you peered up at the way you came, you found this side to be the rear of the hill–and that it was overgrown with tall grass wherever the hillside itself hadn’t crumbled away into muddy shelves between gnarled roots. There was no way to climb back up without a ridiculous amount of struggle, enough so that you briefly contemplated just going to the campground anyway to spare yourself the hassle of walking around to flatter ground.

#creative writing #horror comedy #y/n #monster x y/n #for the freaks #urban legends #halloween #spooky season #macabre #here there be monsters #gore #found family #bizarre polyamory #the monster fuckery comes later

[chelswat27]

So shot in the dark here, but what if the duffer brothers are actually doing a slow burn for Ronance, and that's why they didn't waste that much time on Vickie in season 4? (I know this is giving them a lot of credit.) But if season 5 is going to have a time jump and ultimately they plan for Robin and Nancy to be together, there would be no point in wasting a bunch of time building up a relationship that's not going to matter going into the next season. Plus they kind of showed that Jon and Nancy are still avoiding their issues at the end.

At first I thought season 4 was showing a lot of build-up for Steve reuniting with Nancy, but then I realized if anything they're showing why Stancy wont-work and building up Ronance simultaneously. The first instance of this is in E3 at the trailer park. Steve tries to go with Nancy and immediately his plan doesn't work and instead Robin goes with her.

Then the next attempt is when Steve tries to go with Nancy to see Victor Creel, and instead Robin is a part of the plan not Steve.

When they're in the creel house and Nancy immediately asks for Robin to go with her to start searching the house instead of Steve is a big moment too. So far we've had 2 instances or 3 rather where Nancy neither asked for Steve to come with her or avoided Steve coming with her and instead replaced him with Robin.

Even when Nancy and Steve are talking while Nancy gets the spider webs out of steve's hair, she doesn't make any attempt to flirt with him or anything and in fact laughs when Robin kind of interrupts their moment. But I think if she was truly interested in maybe reigniting things with Steve, that there might have been more flirtation on her part. (Also I think it's worth noting that, good guy Steve, did not out Robin as a lesbian in that moment. This could be a topic of conversation for Robin and Nancy in season 5. Especially if they bring up the failed relationship with Vicki)

When Robin and Nancy are walking in the woods, Robin asked Nancy about all the stuff with Steve and Jonathan. Out of that whole conversation, Nancy picks out the one moment about her and Robin being officially friends.

Vol 2 we don't get very many moments with them. However I think it's notable that in the woods when Steve confesses that Nancy was the one he envisioned in his dream scenario, when Robin interrupts that moment Steve looks annoyed but Nancy almost looks relieved. She looked like she was about to let Steve down again. Because previously in the RV it seemed like she was being courteous, and listening to a friend. When she says the 6 kid part sounds like a nightmare, that seemed like a nice way to be like "that's not for me Steve."

Volume one we see that Steve has grown and maybe there is potential. In volume 2 we see that even though he has grown, they still have different life goals. It won't work.

So back to the idea of the time jump. Why waste all this time showing things between Steve and Nancy especially if their life plans don't lineup unless they want to squash that idea? Why not show things working out between Jonathan and Nancy unless they don't want to carry that over into season 5? Which leaves the idea why work on a friendship between Robin and Nancy, when they had barely any screen together in season 3, unless it's something they plan to carry over into season 5?

These were just some things I noticed and some ideas I had. Maybe it's just optimistic reasoning. Hopefully this all tracks, but I think it reads kind of well haha.

#ronance #robin x nancy #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler