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cherryc1nnam0n · 5 months
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Never let you go, baby | Dark!Ethan Landry x Afab!Reader
Due to many requests here it's part two of Before you go, baby. Enjoy ;)
Part 1
Summary: Your plans have been ruined due to your newfound pregnancy, so you come back to Ethan, just how he planned it
Cw: Dark themes, manipulative!Ethan, kidnapping, blackmailing, baby trapping, pregnancy symptoms, vomiting, pregnancy sickness, stalking, mentions of smut
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It had been 3 months since you had left for college and now you had to come back, due to something you never expected or planned, a baby...
A baby of your best friend, who you had sex with before you left, without being on the pill and while being a virgin
You thought nothing would happen and that you would be okay, nobody gets pregnant on their first time, right?
Wrong
You were very pregnant, growing Ethan Landry's baby, you sometimes wondered how they would look like, would the baby have his nose?
You shook your head coming back into real life, you were close to your stop on the metro, back home after a long travel, your stomach was rumbling
"Y/n are you okay? You've been in there for a very long time" your friend from college asked from outside the stall you were locked in
"I'm okay, just... I think I ate something bad" you said holding your stomach, hunched down on the toilet
"Okay... I'll wait for you outside" she said going away
"Fuck..." You knew it wasn't food
Your stop was announced and you grabbed your bags and walked out, finally stepping home on the familiar place you knew, your stomach rumbled from hunger, all you had eaten was a sandwich and some tea, not very nutricious
"I know little one, we'll get food soon" you spoke to your tummy
You went past a pizza place, your favorite one from when you were in highschool, you were supposed to wait for Ethan so you went into the shop
"Y/n!" The attendant said coming over to the counter when he saw you "How's it been? Didn't you leave for college?" Small town things
"Uh yeah I did but uhm, I need to take back some stuff" you lied
"Oh okay, the usual?" You nodded
"Yes please"
Soon you were served your favorite flavor of pizza, and ate it like it was the best meal of your life, which you felt it was
"Hungry aye?" He asked you and you just giggled
"Had not eaten today"
"Poor thing, you enjoy that" he went to serve someone else
Your phone rang and you saw a text from Ethan
Where r u?
Tom's pizza
K
Not even 5 minutes later he came in to the shop, smiling at you as he sat down next to you
"Glad you're back" he said grabbing your hand
"Yeah..." You didn't feel so happy about it, but he seemed like it "Can we go home?" He nodded
You were about to grab your wallet when he stopped you
"I'll pay honey, it's okay" he said going to pay for you
"Thanks" you said while walking out
He threw his arm around you, your bag on his shoulder
"No need to thank me babe, that's what I'm here for"
You sighed, you couldn't get used to him calling you cute pet names
"Eth..." He hummed "You said- promised, that nothing would change between us but... It did... Right?"
He thought for a moment, or, acted like it, he had planned this whole thing beforehand and you didn't even know
"Well, yeah technically it does, we're gonna be a family now"
"Yeah I know..." You pouted, not ready for this yet "Did you let mom know that I'm here?"
He swallowed "Yeah, she knows, we'll be there soon, we just need to go to my house to pick something and we'll go to your house, okay?"
"Oh, okay" you said softly
Soon you reached his house and he opened the door for you
"Come in, I'll be right back"
You looked around as he left to who knows where, nothing had changed but it certainly felt different
"What the-" you said when you saw a crib mid built up, but suddenly you were grabbed from behind and you became very sleepy
"Shhhh, it'll be okay my love, I'm never letting you go"
Your eyes drooped until you finally fell asleep, darkness taking over...
Some hours later...
You woke up on a bed, a really comfy bed actually, but you were somewhere different
"Wha-?" You looked around to see if you could recognize something
"Good morning my love" Ethan said coming out of the shadows "Sleep good?"
"Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?!" You yelled at him
He just smiled
"Forming a family that's what I'm doing" he sat down on a chair in front of you "Oh you silly Y/n..." He chuckled making you shiver "You think I didn't know this would happen?"
You swallowed heavily "What would happen?"
"You getting pregnant of course" he said standing up "This was all part of my plan, I would get you pregnant and that way you would be mine, forever" he said in front of you, making you back away "Don't be afraid baby, I won't hurt you, I love you too much to do that, never when you're growing my baby" he said touching your tummy "So precious..."
"Ethan... It doesn't have to be this way, please don't lock me away"
"Oh it'll be temporary, until you get used to being my little housewife, only good for breeding and staying at home, being all pretty and full of my babies" he kissed your cheek "I know you'll be good for me baby"
You should be scared, you should be running away, smacking him away, fighting back but... All you did was give in, you loved Ethan and you had always been an outcast, no one had ever asked you out of even had a crush on you, and now this boy, this handsome boy is wanting to keep you all to himself? You couldn't say no to that, could you?
"I'll be good for you Eth..."
"Good girl..."
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Requested by:
@ethanslaundry @angel-of-the-eon @yourslxttysurprise
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graciegoeskrazy · 4 months
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Hey i was wondering if you could do a matty fic where his daughter comes out as trans to him and the boys? Or if you are not comfortable writing for trans people like just coming out as gay?
figure my heart out
Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader
Warnings: coming out, a lil yelling
A/N: Hi!!! Okay so I was writing something similar but then I put it down but then I saw this request and RAN TO MY COMPUTER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE ASNCONTINUED WRITING BCUZ I GOT EXCITED. A sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this! I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice if I did it with transreader and as a bisexual with a similar coming out experience this was easy peasy lol. None the less i love and appreciate you and I hope u enjoy! I really really really really really like this one and I’m proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!
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The epitome of a perfect night. Driving in your girlfriends new convertible with the top down while blasting Lana Del Ray and giggling and smiling like nothing else in the world matters became a wonderful feeling of pure bliss. You wish you could stay in that moment forever. Endless talking about the things the people who piss you off in school talk about, or airing out your problems to her because sometimes it feels as if she is the only one who listens. There was no one word for that feeling. All you knew is that you craved it. You needed it like a an IV through your arm, supplying nothing but joy and love into your life. You didnt just need her but she needed you too.
Yes it was a secret, but it was a beautiful one, Sure, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to parade through town with your hands intertwined and boat to everyone around you that she was your girlfriend, but this secret needed to stay hidden. Not just for her, but for you too. You were n stranger to the things your father has said online. He was Matty Healy, if the guy wasnt known for his music, he was for sure known as the man who makes homophobic jokes on stage everynight to a sold out crowd. The man has been cancelled and apoloized more times than you could count. Even though everytime he says he’s not against anything of the sort - ad you whole heartidly believed that - would it be different because you were his daughter? Some days that thought was just a quiet whisper in your head, and some days that voice grew louder until it grew loud enough to keep you up at night. But you always came to the same conclusion. He would love you no matter what…right?
Any and all thoughts surrounding it came nowhere near crossing your mind while you were at your girlfriends. After singing your hearts out and getting lost but not caring at all on the drive, you both decided to head back to her place since her tank was running low. It was there you fell asleep in her arms. Not thinking. Not caring. Not paying attention to anyone else in the world but her. And most definitely not thinking about you 11 pm curfew.
To June’s parents, you were just a friend sleeping over. A best buddy who helped their daughter get through her high school years. Nothing more than a nice, kind, good girl with good morals. And that was true. They just didn't know about the part where you make out with their daughter every time you’re under their roof. Same with you dad. They were downstairs, absolutely clueless of what was happening above them when a loud flush they made woke you up. You jolted awake and as a result of sleeping so close to your girlfriend, woke her up too. The blaring light on your phone read 1:07.
“Fuck.”
You scrambled out of bed and started packing up your bag without saying a word to June.
“What’s happening?” She said, still half asleep.
You turned to her, suddenly becoming more gentle. “Go back to bed. I missed my curfew, my dad doesn’t know I’m here. If I don’t leave he’s gonna get suspicious as to why slept over during a study session.”
She smiled at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You’re just a very determined student.”
You fell into the kiss, and let go with a smile. “Bye.” You said. She winked and watched you walk out the door. “Text me when you get home please.”
You turned back and winked, shutting the door.
The drive to your house was uneventful. Yeah sure, you missed your curfew, but it wasn't like your dad was the type of helicopter parent to make sure you were home exactly by 11. You hadn't even received a call or message asking you where you were. If anything he was probably fast asleep along with the other members of the band. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
When you walked into the flat you shared with your dad and your uncles, it was dead silent. You could hear the silent snores coming from Mayhem on the dog bed in the living room and the crickets outside. You were in the clear. You walked very carefully heading up to your room. Before you could even make it to the 2nd step. You heard a voice. Stern and loud.
“Y/n Healy.”
It was your father. Of fucking-course. As you slowly turned around you were met with him standing in the dining-kitchen area. A light turned on and revealed his full frame along with Ross, George, Adam, Carly, and Jamie. All sitting down at the table except for your dad, standing above them all. He slowly walked towards you as you stood still staring at him. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, followed by a “Shit.”
“Where were you?” Your dad asked sternly. To which you replied, “Nowhere.” It was clear he was PISSED. He only spoke twice and it was evident you were in for something. He never spoke this way. Never to you at least. Until now. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a second chance. You sighed again, looking down and toying with your fingers. “I was with June.” You said shyly.
“Tell me the truth.” He said. His tone softened just a hair.
“That is the truth-“
“Tell me the whole truth.”
You dad knew you like the back of his hand. You were him. A literal miniature version of Matty Healy. Therefore he knew when you were lying. Not that you did it often, you were a very trustworthy kid. Never lied, never got grounded. (Ok so maybe not a literal miniature Matty)
You shrugged, “I was just with June.”
He raised his voice again, “Stop lying to me, y/n.”
“I’m not lying!” You raised your voice this time.
“Your hand twitches every time you lie.”
You were taken aback. Shit, I thought I grew out of that. You just scoffed. “No, it doesn’t.”
Adam spoke up and pointed to your hand and it’s movements. “Boom. Twitch.” You gave him a look.
Matty ignored him and stayed locked in on you. “In all of your years of existence on this earth, you’ve never lied to me.” He said, a little more gentler this time.
“And, I’m still not. I’m telling the truth-”
“But you’re not telling me the full truth.” He was very good at this whole parenting thing. He put his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t reply, just sighed and looked down. After a moment, he continued. “You’re grounded.” You head shot up. He walked back to the kitchen and started refilling his drink. You followed in suite.
“What! For what?”
“For lying.”
“I’m not lying! I’ve never even been grounded in my life.”
He shrugged, “There’s a first time for everything.”
You could not believe what you were hearing. “C'mon Dad! George, help me out.”
George was ethier high of drunk or both because he seemed to be enjoying this little argument way to much. “I’m on his side for this one, babe.” He said.
“What?! You guys, I'm not lying.” You said, gesturing to the group.
“You’ll be ungrounded when you tell me where you were.” Your dad said from the kitchen.
“I was with June! How many times do I have to say that?!”
“Doing what?”
Your eyes widened and you stuttered a bit. The group must have noticed because that to them was a giveaway that something more was going on than you cared to share for. “Nothing! We were just hanging out!”
“Your hand twitched again.” Adam yelled.
You turned to fully face him again. “I’m about to murder you.” You said.
You dad came back around and with a solum look, but a hand over your shoulder. “Look, I’m not gonna get mad. Whatever you’re hiding, it’s not worth getting grounded over. Tell me what’s going on - the truth - and all let you go. Okay?”
You couldn’t do it. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from this moment on. None of which you wanted to explore. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the stairs, whispering a faint, “Whatever.”
Your father followed behind. “Y/n Healy, tell me NOW-“
“I was on a date with June!” You yelled.
“We went on a date! Ok? We went on a date then went back to her place and watched TikToks for an hour before watching New Girl reruns and having awesome sex. I lost track of time, I tried to sneak in so none of you would find out, and so my secret would stay secret.”
The room was quiet. Only the sounds of Mayhem and the crickets like you heard before. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you were heaving pretty heavily.
“Is my hand shaking now?!”
Everybody remained quiet and still, not daring to move. “Jesus.” You said as a final goodbye, before walking up the stairs to your room as fast as you could.
A few minutes after they heard the door slam, Ross spoke up. “You fucked up bro.”
Matty shook his head. “It’s not my fault.” He said in defense
“Mate, you just forced your daughter to come out to you.” George yelled.
Marty liked back at the stairs. A single tear falling from his face as he does so. “Shit.”
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sleepsignals · 3 years
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anyway... bunch of art students all live in one little decrepit res house. based on shitty mini res at dalhousie in halifax. slowly growing squad of punks and gays and idiots that fuck around and find out. like a fun mystery until it is not kind of thing. like if slenderman is real why doesn’t he fight me behind denny’s situation. and sometimes you just want to do your shitty elective homework and you have skipped 10 lectures this month bc you have superdepression.
a story to boldly answer the question ‘what if there was a dark web of conspiracy in a shitty college town and maybe everyone besides us’ and ‘what if we are living in a simulation and become half-lucid in the middle of the dream and not knowing how you even got to the place you are’ and ‘what if life started to feel like a gas station at 4 am but all day’ and ‘what happened to some of those milk carton missing kids’ and ‘what if there was a town in a pocket dimension timeloop that collected people who go missing taking an unmarked exit off the freeway and made them think they’ve lived there all along’  and ‘what if you went looking for someone and stopped in a town and forgot you had ever been from somewhere else’  and this got out of hand conceptually
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sexyprise · 3 years
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Title: mud cute
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: mild wound description
Word count: ~1.3k
Summary: On your stroll home from the market, you come across an anomaly for your every-day route
A/N: @belladonnabarnes reblogged a post i liked so i wrote a tiny lil thing. for some reason i really like writing sort of whimsical readers when it's not smut or like a designated character, so enjoy that? also it's just a lil blurb please be nice thank u. also also i'm tagging @blackberrybucky in case you're just. so bored at nearly 3 am on a wednesday.
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The day feels colder than you remember it starting. The mist seems thicker, chasing the trail you carve into it as you make your way home from the market, wheeling your bike along next to you. You ring the bell on it, rattling the paper bags in its basket. The trail you take each day is overgrown, shadowed by crooked, winding trees, and somewhat cozy, a comfort as you pass the ancient knotted tree you’ve come to know very well. You stop to give it a light touch, letting it know you haven’t forgotten it, and that you’ll be back again tomorrow.
Carrying on, you survey your surroundings. Squirrels play tag, flying alongside you among the leaves and branches. You’d smile at them if they weren’t the bane of your existence, ripping up the baby faced crops in your garden. Your tomatoes had done nothing to them, and so squirrels as a whole became your mortal enemy. C’est la vie, tu supposes.
Acorns and gumballs drop periodically, only causing you to start once when one knocks you on the head. You watch it curiously as it falls to the ground, then waggle your finger at it and carry on with your journey.
You peer forward, a mass off to the side of your path. Still moving closer to it, you look left and right; none of your trees have fallen, so that can’t be it. You worry for a moment that hunters have come through, but the mass doesn’t seem small enough to be a deer nor fuzzy enough to be a bear. Could perhaps be an oddly-shaped moose, but then you think better of that. Who are you to judge the shape of a moose, after all?
A thought gives you pause and slows your steps. What if it was a sasquatch, a big, bipedal creature not unlike humans and vastly unknown to the societal world? How does one survive meeting a sasquatch? Better yet, how does one drag the immense corpse of a sasquatch into their town as proof of their existence? What if it wasn’t dead and woke while you were dragging it? Would it respond merrily to its predicament? Probably not, though you like to think, under different circumstances, you could entice it to a cup of tea with you around a campfire somewhere you both felt safe.
Regardless of how the sasquatch may or may not respond when you come upon it, you were in fact coming upon it at a quicker speed than you had intended. Your feet had taken over and run you to the mass on the ground. Mud puddles had splashed up onto your pants as you’d run through the curtain of rain that appeared seemingly out of thin air, drenching you and your basket of goodies, though you weren’t focused on that. You’d finally come upon the thing tossed to the wayside by your trail.
It was a man.
He was bloody and bleeding and bruised, but breathing. You think. You nudge him with your foot and he groans, attempting to roll over, but ultimately just flopping his arms in the mud encasing him. You lean your bike against a tree nearby, apologizing profusely for disturbing it before creeping back toward the man. You nudge him with your foot again, this time a little harder, but he doesn’t give you an incredibly visual response. He grits his teeth, and you put your hands on your hips. Your eyes wander across him, taking his form in.
His hair is long, matted from the sludge ended up in, flowing from the top of his head and into the pit he lay in, melding as one, as though it were trying to claim him. His skin is fair, a light stubble coating his chin. Your eyes flick to the left and you see a mask mostly submerged in the mud. Your brow furrows a little bit as your eyes then continue to take him in. Broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs, belt decorated with different weapons, anything from knives to pistols to grenades. Your brow furrows further. His presence is threatening the peace of your forest and your daily stroll, so you consider leaving him there. Ultimately, though, you bend down and touch him lightly on the arm, hoping to rouse him and at least get his head out of the dirt.
Your fingers recoil as they make contact with cold. Hard cold. You inspect your fingertips and rub them together, then reach out again, curious. Wiping a layer of mud away, you find shiny metal reflecting back at you, panelling mimicking the anatomical muscles that would be underneath it. Very curious. Sliding your hand up his metal arm, you wipe away more of the muck, revealing a bright red star pattern on his shoulder. He groans again, startling you, and you jump back, stance wide to make yourself more threatening.
The man flips onto his back with an odd thud, and you see something sticking out of his abdomen. Suddenly, he goes from a threat to a victim and you rush back toward him, hand instinctively wrapping around the hilt of the dagger sticking up in the air. Your movement shifts its position in his skin and he makes the loudest noise you’ve heard him make yet, though still a combination of a grunt and a groan. You thrum your fingers on his chest, considering your options. The dagger had to come out, it would just be more trouble as you moved him if you didn’t. But you also knew that removing the dagger would allow the blood to flow freely from the wound. Observing your surroundings, an idea strikes. Not an ideal one, but one that would get the job done.
On the count of three, you wrench the dagger from him, feeling warm flow under, then over your hands, thick red blood starting to stick to your hands. You reach over and take a handful of mud, then slap it across the gushing wound, packing it. Hopefully that will keep him alive until you make it back to your home.
You reach up and brush clumps of muddy hair away from his face and his eyes pop open. You freeze, prey attempting to elude its predator. Icy blue irises slowly shift to you as the pupils dilate, adjusting to the light of the foggy, rainy evening. His mouth curves into a grimace and he squints his eyes against the pain, a hand reaching and grabbing his abdomen as his over arm maneuvers itself underneath him, leveraging him slightly upright. His head rocks back and forth, dizziness clouding his reality, you’re sure of it.
Shushing him as he begins to make noise again, you rise, extending a hand to help him up, slowly. He takes it and nearly pulls you into the mud puddle on the first go. A startled hand flies from your body and wraps around a nearby tree trunk, saving you from flying face first into the filth. Your face flushes with effort as you use what strength you have to raise him off the ground, latching his hand to the same tree as he wavers upon standing.
You give him a small smile, still unsure of his character but too feeling to ignore distress. Leaving him clung to the tree, you rush over to your bike, still parked against the tree you’d selected. You thank it for taking such good care of your things and pull away from it, back to the stranger.
Bike handle under the grip of one hand, the other looped around the man’s waist, you continue your stroll home, admittedly less charming and undoubtedly slower than before, but warmer and brighter all the same. Burdened by the extra weight, the two of you take labored steps in mutual, comforting silence, serenaded by the croaks of frogs and hoots of owls just waking as you trudge back home to take care of the mystery mud man.
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taro-im · 3 years
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~master~
levi x reader
synopsis: You were a human spirit trapped in a cats body, you love your master he was the first kind human you ever met, till one day you died and went back into your original body, still trying to find him even though you don’t know that it’s been over 2000 years since you came back…
(This version your 19 as a human)
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you were stuck in a cats body,stuck on a cold street trying to find shelter till a man with an umbrella saw you wet, scrawny, and skinny, at the brink of death, he bent down and picked you up, at first you were really scared and scratched his finger “Oi I’m trying to help” he said frustrated… you still didn’t trust him what does he want with a cat like you, you wished you could turn back into human and runaway “tch I’m more of a dog person” he muttered to himself but you still heard, you fell alseep while he was carrying you
You woke up in a foreign and new place… where were you? You were frantic and scared, for some strange reason you felt tranquil after you saw the man who took you in on a chair reading a book with his hair wet, you felt it was safest near him so you jumped on him “Oi don’t do that you scared me” he said annoyed, you couldn’t tell what was on his mind you still question yourself if he doesn’t like cats why is he taking you in? “The names Levi, nevermind why am I talking to a cat” he said petting you till you purred, his names Levi? Is that your new masters name? What are you saying your not actually a cat your a human who woke up in a cats body “why does it feel like you can understand me?” He said sarcastically, you meowed back in response “oh so you do understand?” He gave a little grin and that’s how his and your dynamic beginned
Levi brought you a beautiful collar that sort of rings whenever you were around, Levi and you would start off your mornings by him putting you on his lap and petting you, whenever he was alone or doing paperwork he would talk to you, he believes you could understand what he is saying which yes you do understand, Whenever Levi was on an expedition you missed him so much, you were staring to act like a real cat, craving his attention, craving everything he does it wasn’t healthy of you but whenever he came back you would cling to him till he pushed you off of his lap or his shoulder
It has been 5 years since you became a cat, and those 5 years have been the best years… pretty crazy thinking you were stuck like this for 5 years and you liked it? The reason why you liked it was because of him your master Levi Ackerman, it was wrong you knew your actually a real human, some days u would be super sad you wished you were back in your human body and you could actually be with Levi and kiss him on real human lips, it was wrong of you to think that way but you still dreamed
One day you and Levi were going into town, for some reason Levi always carries you whenever your outside “I don’t want your clean paws on the ground” he says that all the time so he either carries you or try’s his best for you to not get dirty Levi went into a shop to get some materials for him to use, Levi and you left the store, walking on the crowded streets , Levi dropped an apple on the floor you ran out of his arms and tried getting it for him, you ran for the shiny red apple finally you got it but then suddenly there was a big dark shadow, it was a carriage going towards you, you got ran over by the carriage and died, the dumbest way to die the last thing you could of thinked of was your Master, Levi
You thought you were dead then suddenly you gasped for air, your stomach in pain from the accident, scared, confused, frightened was it a bad dream? You were in a different room again… you suddenly saw human fingers it was yours, you found a mirror and looked into your reflection… you were human again… you were human again? Your shocked at what is happening your not a cat anymore your so happy, then suddenly you noticed the room what is this place? You heard a big slam from a door opening “y/n dear your awake!” your mother said grabbing you into a tight hug crying, You missed your mother so much and you get to see her now “mom where am I? What’s going on?” You said frightened, “honey your such an idiot, you were walking on the streets and a car hit you!” She said scared “I-I did ?” You said confused again “how old am I mother?” You said “Y/n your 19” she said worried thinking you have amnesia, your 19? You were 24… what’s going on, you looked like you saw a ghost “dear let’s go back home” she said packing your things from the hospital
You left the hospital that night confused, where were you? This isn’t the survey corps, where’s Levi? Is he worried about you? What’s happening… your freaked out was that all of a dream, were you just crazy? You were fidgeting till you heard a little bell rang it was your hand it was the collar he brought for you but it turned into a bracelet, you had tears of joy there was hope none of this was a dream it could of been real
You went back home not able to sleep rethinking of what’s going on, you and your mother went back to the hospital to examine you, you lied that you had amnesia and your mother was worried sick, it took 5 weeks for your wounds to heal, your stomach stil in pain thinking of that day, you missed him
You decided to walk the streets and try to find him… yeah you totally went crazy everything looked so futuristic then from when you were a cat, then finally you saw a store that said “Survey Corps”. You ran to the store foolishly thinking it was the real thing, you opened the door and it was just a bar “miss can we help you?” A man said confused “um I’m sorry” you closed the store door and left, the whole night you walked the foreign streets foolishly looking for your master Levi, was it all just a dream? Or was it real, you don’t know.
This story is pretty cringey but should I make a part2?
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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years
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Disorder (Yuta x reader)
a/n : contains sensitive topic about eating disorder, do not read if it’s triggering or uncomfortable for you :”) 
I do not personally support this topic, but last time I worked on this and I don’t know why I post this.. just tell me to delete this if this is too controversial I’ll take it down.
don’t force yourself 
The dark cloud loaming on the sky is terrifying enough to make you crouch under your blanket as you mutter prayers so the lights won’t go out and the thunder won't surprise you.
However the cold feeling creeping on your feet and hands should be the real deal to worry about. You shake under the blanket, hiding more under the fluffy linen if that is possible. Your lips tremble, chapped lips, and icy blue in color.
You know he won’t like what he sees. Yuta will never like this state you are in, but no matter how much you want to stop it, you can't.
Your body refuses the tiniest amount of food forced into your mouth. It happened three months into your marriage with Nakamoto Yuta. World's famous idol, actor, heart stealer. Life was perfect with Yuta before the marriage announcement. You love him, he loves you… his members are all supportive about his relationship. You're healthy and Yuta loves you for everything you do.
That was until Yuta got his first major role in a drama. The drama won a lot of awards, thanks to your husband's wonderful acting skill as a mafia and the perfect chemistry between the doll actress and him. You need to admit you're jealous of her, but the problem doesn’t come from the actress nor from Yuta.
Your husband is still loyal to you, he takes the marriage vow seriously… you actually do not have to worry about Yuta falling out of love, you clearly can see his love grows more and more each day to you. It's already your second anniversary!
It was the fandom, the talk of the town, the tweets of the bullies that broken you. You know you're not the perfect girl to marry the oh so perfect Nakamoto Yuta. No, you're not ugly or fat. You're fit, you’re healthy, you look fresh. You have a bright smile, cheerful personality, and kind heart. You have your own charm, the glowing smile that makes Yuta bears with the harsh schedule every day. Your hugs bring his broken pieces back, and your laugh it makes Yuta realizes no matter how hard life is, he will keep striving for you.
But the comments of the web, of the unknown faces caught you. Crept slowly into your mind and ate your heart bits by bits on lonely night when you have to fake a smile over calls and videocalls with Yuta.
“(Y/n), I'm coming home In two weeks! The world tour is tiring, but it's worthy!” Yuta one night greeted you over video call. He was unwinding from the tiring show and you were getting ready to work in your own company.
You always put a smile to him, no matter how harsh the comments of the world is whenever people brought up Yuta's marriage with you. The comments are always about how unsuitable you are to be Mrs.Nakamoto.
At first it just hurts, but as you try to ignore them, you just think and think more about it. What if they're true. What if the world really hates seeing you by his side. What if one day you're just going to ruin everything Yuta worked hard for?
With Yuta's tight schedule with comeback and more drama, you found yourself sleeping by yourself and eating by yourself. The lack of companion after coming back from a tiring day makes you skip dinner and directly go to bed.
You thought, skipping dinner will not trouble you, Yuta won’t know and you'll just ignore the pain. You skipped dinner not to lose weight, mainly because you don’t feel happy eating alone. And this happened for a while. You don’t drink anti-acids even when you feel like throwing up at nights, you don’t feed your grumbling stomach when they beg for solid foods. No, you lost your appetite. For weeks, the only thing you have in the morning is just water, one small apple if you really cannot help it and on lunch you try your best to only consume little to none food. Did you lose weight? Drastically! Not in a healthy way, you're not proud of your body. No, this lost of appetite doesn’t make you happy. You don’t feel like living.
“(Y/n)-chan, have u had dinner?” Yuta called on his last week of tour. It has been almost four months since he left for the world tour. He'll have another one month away to finish the closing tour.
You lied and nod your head “Yes, what about you?” Yuta couldn’t see your dining table, you just put your face there.
“I am having breakfast! Anyways, make sure you're eating enough… your cheeks are gone honey!” Yuta looks concern, but his smile is still there coz he is always treasuring the short time he has to call and see you.
“Well, it's the camera maybe. Good thing right?” you try to laugh it off although you know you really lose weight.
“No, I love your glowing cheeks! Don’t tell me you're skipping meals" he suddenly opens his eyes wide.
You chuckle “No. Don’t worry Yuta.”
He grins “Then what did you eat? Why you never show me?”
You are taken aback “Uh I've eaten it.”
Yuta doesn’t give up “Next time, send me a picture okay so it feels less lonely! Gomen, I have to go rehearsal! Byee love you!” he closes the call after you bid him goodbye, goodluck and a love you.
You walk to the mirror in your room. Grimacing at your skeletal body. You were fit and now you look sick. Your skin doesn’t glow, your lips are chapped, and your hair looks dull. No matter how hard you try to bring your glossy hair back, the lack of nutrients won’t allow you.
You hate your current state, you look horrible. Thin body but with a very dull skin, pale lips, unlovely eyes. You look like a walking zombie. Your nail and hair vitamins did not help, the polished healthy nails are now chipped and broken.
You tried, eating some foods, but your body throws them back out. Your friend suggested going to the specialist, but you're too stubborn and shy to go. What if someone caught you on camera, what will the world say about Yuta? About you?
Yes some people know about you. Your wedding picture was published online, you were pretty back then! Some fans supported you, but after they realize how regular you were they started comparing and regretting their idol's choice.
You go to work with your big clothes, trying to hide your sick appearance but everyone in the company realizes you're not doing good.
“Yuta will hate me,” that’s all you can think about when you close your eyes and force your light head to sleep by yourself in the big room while wishing you can still see the sunlight and greet Yuta.
What you fear the most, happened.
Yuta got home to you, shaking so bad from the lack of food. You're working too hard and forgot all the meals. You only drink water, and Yuta got home from his tiring tour to find you laying almost lifeless on his bed.
“(y/n)?! What joke is this?!” he lightly slap your cheek to wake you up, but your breathing is slow and your eyes are heavy.
Yuta rushed you to the hospital and all you remember was the worried look he has once you opened your eyes.
“The specialist said this is not something new. For you to reach this state of disorder, they said it has been at least two years. Why have you never told me? Why?” Yuta asked first thing first when you woke up.
You cried, feeling bad to see Yuta this worried “Gomen, I'm stupid Yuta. I skipped dinner… and it became a routine.”
Yuta shook his head “You were lying to me…”
You cried, unable to deny him. He stayed silence and a tear fell from his face “Why do you lie? Why are you killing yourself? Do you not love me?”
You shake your head furiously “I love you yuta! I love you so much! But it’s lonely without you.”
Yuta trembles upon your remark. Is he the reason you're like this?
Yuta feels bad about your condition, he wants you to return to your healthy self but the doctors all tell him it will take time and patience and a whole lots of determinations!
The medics have to give you fluid foods which sadly you cannot deny. For a week you live from the liquid nutrients injected to your body and for the next month you're forcing yourself to consume food at least a real food.
Yuta takes a break from his promotion, making sure he is with you throughout the process. You feel bad for him, feel pitiful about your condition yet at the same time you hate yourself.
“It's awful Yuta.” You sob as you sit on the toilet floor, after barfing away your dinner once again.
“I'm just wasting food.” You desperately cry and Yuta's there to lend you his shoulder.
“No. Come on, it's not everything! At least your stomach is learning to work and digest again. Come don’t cry my beautiful princess.” He brings back the name he used to call you back on the younger days. You asked him to stop calling you princess after you get older and feel shy about the nickname.
But hearing that from Yuta's own lips, with pure sincerity when he is standing by your side makes you determined to overcome this together with him. For you and for him. For many more memories to make with him and for your future.
“Thank you, Yuta" you whisper before closing your eyes and leaning to his chest because you feel weak.
Yuta kisses the temple of your head “Always and forever my princess.” He hugs you closer to his chest and picks you up to carry you to bed.
“We'll get over this together okay?” You nod “Promise?” he shows you his pinky
You hook your pinky to his “Promise.”
“I love you not for how you look but for who you are.” Yuta slowly say that when you're falling into sleep.
You smile knowing this silly storm in your head will slowly fade with Yuta’s sunshine in your life.
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silverkoushi · 3 years
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haikyuu!! headcanons
⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><
sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!
if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’) 
they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!
hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!
o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!
while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)
kageyama tobio
୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(
after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??
you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??
you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)
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hufflepuffhollander · 3 years
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apocalypse: tom holland series pt. 3 (finale)
a/n | this is the final part of the apocalypse series (sad face)! i felt it was a strong way to end the story without dragging it out. i definitely got a lil teary eyed writing this so brace urselves! (& thank you to all of the readers who stuck w me through this trilogy, u are greatly appreciated).🤍
summary | a toxic storm that has wiped out most of the world’s population has you taking shelter and fighting for survival with an unexpected ally.
cw | language, a tiny argument, lots of panic, fluff, and truly poetic smut. you’re welcome.
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The toxic fog enveloping your car seemed to have a personality; to be alive. It clawed its way up your windshield and clung to the side mirrors, threatening to seep in and join your quest for refuge. It whispered to you as you drove, Tom fast asleep in the seat next to you. Any time the fog started to get under your skin, you could just look over at your sleepy passenger and take a sigh of relief knowing that you weren’t alone; and you had a pretty good feeling that, no matter how much further the world sank into apocalyptic ruin, you would never have to face it alone again.
Driving far down a nameless road on your way to find Tom’s brothers, you heard a distinct grumble come from the sky, a noise you’d been able to go the last two days without hearing. Another low, loud clap of thunder made you yelp, waking Tom up. The sky started to look darker, more menacing...and your heart rate started to skyrocket.
Tom rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Hey, love, what is it?”
“Tom, I think the rain is coming again,” you said shakily, brain too focused on scoping out what neighborhoods were closest to find shelter in. There was no way in hell you would risk bracing the storm in a car.
“Are you sure?”
“Just look outside.”
That finally woke him up, as his eyes went a little wider looking at the state of the sky above you.
“We need to find somewhere to stop,” he murmured, taking the map off the dashboard and turning it every which way, trying to orient himself. “I think there’s a town a few miles north of here- take your next left and follow the road, and hopefully we’ll see some houses.”
The clouds grew larger and more threatening as the seconds passed, your speedometer not able to keep up with your pulse.
“How much further?”
“Just another mile or so,” Tom said, strangely calm.
As he spoke, it was as if someone had thrown a black curtain over the planet, and you had to turn your brights on just to see in front of you.
“Tom, we're running out of time,” you felt your whole body go cold, the warmth of his hand suddenly placed on your arm putting your body in a sort of shock.
“We’ll make it, y/n,” he said, his voice faltering. You saw houses start to appear behind the mist.
“I’m just going to pull into one of the closest ones,” you decided out loud. Tom grumbled in disagreement.
“I think we should drive a little further to the bigger houses up ahead, they’re more likely to have generators.”
You shot him a look of disapproval. “Why would we stay on the road any longer than we have to? I’m pulling over here-”
He spoke harshly. “y/n, do not stop driving.”
You started to panic more as you saw lightning not too far ahead. “Tom, this is absolutely idiotic.” 
“We need to give ourselves the best chance of survival.”
“By driving right into the rain?!” Against your best wishes, you pressed the gas pedal into the floor and continued to move forward.
Once the larger houses started to come into focus, you heard light patters start to hit the metal roof of the van. Tom looked up at the car ceiling, a string of expletives leaving his lips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Tom, it’s raining!” you yelled, gripping the wheel tightly enough so that all of the blood had drained from your hands.
“Just keep driving!”
“We’re going to fucking die!” You made an executive decision to careen into the empty driveway of a nondescript house, but the garage door was closed. “How the hell do you expect us to make it inside now, genius?”
He swallowed hard and looked around frantically. “It hasn’t picked up yet. We can make a break for it...but it has to be now.”
You felt the fear palpably pinpricking your eyes. “Tom, what the hell were you thinking-”
He reached in the back and grabbed his coat, wrapping it around you in your seat, ignoring your comment. “I’m going first so I can knock down the door if it’s locked. Don’t waste any time and run the moment you see it open.”
You didn’t have time to reply before he tossed his hood up over his head, threw open the door, and jumped out of the car, running straight into the rain.
“Tom!” 
You were scared out of your mind watching him sprint to the porch of the house. Right as he made it, he cried out in pain, clutching his arm close to his chest. But he kicked the door in and stumbled inside, falling over the threshold. You felt stiff, frozen, going insane with worry and fear- but if you waited any longer, you knew you wouldn’t make it. You flung open the door, running as fast as you ever had to the porch, Tom’s coat protecting you from the few drops that fell to the ground. Seemingly, right as you were under the cover of the roof, the sky opened up, and once again the world was engulfed in torrential tar.
You slammed the front door shut behind you and fell down to your knees when you saw Tom curled into a ball on the floor. You tried to turn him over as you let a panic attack get the better of you. “Oh my god, Tom, please be okay, are you with me? Tom?!” You could barely see him through the thick tears streaming down your face. After the longest minute of your life he slowly groaned and opened his eyes, seeing you but closing them again as he winced in pain. His arm was still tucked tight into his body.
“Love, I- I got...b-burned,” His face was scrunched and pale as he let his arm fall to the floor, and you saw the atrocity that was at least a two inch circle of burned flesh painted bright red on his forearm.
“Oh god, fuck, Tom, what do I do?” your voice cracked as you continued to cry, completely stuck in place.
His breathing became choppier and his eyes fluttered open and shut again. “I don’t- I don’t know...”
“Baby, don’t leave me,” you lowered your head to his and sobbed, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Please be okay. God, please don’t leave me.”
Truthfully, you had no idea if this was all it took to kill a person. You couldn’t think straight as you heard the love of your life whimpering, his body vibrating softly as he fell into some kind of paralyzed sleep.
You stood up as your body went into hyperdrive, running through the house and looking around for something, anything that might help. In the master bathroom you found alcohol, antibiotic ointment and bandages, and thanked whatever was up there beyond the rain as you rushed back to Tom, still lying on the foyer floor. He was unresponsive.
“Stay with me, Tommy, come on,” you untwisted the bottle of isopropyl. “This might hurt a bit, sweetheart,” you whispered as you poured it out over his wound.
That jolted his system awake and he cried out as it sloshed around the exposed burn. By some type of miracle, the acid clinging to his skin seemed to disperse as the alcohol flushed it out, washing into a sizzling pile on the floor. Tom’s entire body relaxed suddenly, and he took a long, jagged exhale. Careful not to touch the burn, you squeezed the ointment across his arm and wrapped it up in the long bandage you’d found. Tom opened his eyes again, found your worried stare, and his eyes filled with tears of relief.
“Thank-...thank you.” His eyes shut again.
“Tom...” you whispered, putting a hand up to cup his cheek, one of your tears falling onto his forehead, making him flinch. “Are you okay?”
His chest rose and fell a few times, bringing you some semblance of comfort. “I’ll be alright, darling,” he said quietly, resting his own hand over yours. He was eventually able to meet your gaze and sat up slowly, ignoring the pain and moving to cradle you with his good arm. Somehow, it was the tightest, most loving embrace he’d ever held you in.
You wept into his chest as he kissed your forehead. “Love, please don’t cry.”
You brought your face up to his and kissed him desperately, body still shaking. “Tom-”
“What, darling?”
“I- I love you s-so much.”
“I love you too, y/n. I love you too.” He nuzzled your nose up with his own so he could bring his lips to yours again, the taste of him mixing with the salty tears clinging to your face. “Thank you for saving my life.”
You spoke quietly as if the rain would hear you. “I was so scared...I thought you were- I thought you left me.”
“I could never, sweetheart.”
Tom tried to lift up his hurt arm and frowned. “I feel like my body is made of lead.”
“We should get you some rest,” you said, standing to help him up. “There’s a big, comfy looking bed in the master bedroom.” You shined your flashlight around the hallway until you found a candle, and took the matchbook from your pocket to light it. The house was only growing darker, and you knew that soon you wouldn’t be able to see. Supporting his weight as you walked to the bedroom, Tom finally collapsed into the blankets with a contented sigh.
“I’ll go look for some food-”
“Baby, don’t go anywhere.”
You looked at him quizzically, and he motioned for you to come lie with him. “I want to just stare at your beautiful face for a while, is that alright?”
You smiled and crawled in next to him, wrapping the thick comforter around you both and cozying up in his chest. You took a deep inhale to revel in his comforting smell, and he kissed your forehead over and over again, tickling your face. You giggled into him, and he let out a small, breathy laugh.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
You brought your face to his to kiss him tenderly, and you rested your hand in the crook of his neck as you fell into a slow rhythm. You didn’t think you could be any happier in that moment, just to have him back, completely tuning out the downpour coming from outside. You pulled back to look into his eyes backlit by the candle.
“How is your arm?”
“Feels much better now, thanks to you,” he said, moving it slowly back and forth, getting used to the discomfort. “But let’s not worry about me, darling. I want to focus on you.”
You raised an eyebrow at him as you heard his tone change. “What are you talking about?”
“I believe I owe you something,” he said, moving to place his mouth right under your jawbone, giving you chills. “You did save me, y’know. You deserve to be properly thanked.”
He moved to support himself with his good arm and lightly rested his bandaged one on your waist, continuing to leave a trail of kisses down your neck.
“Tom, what are you doing? You need to take it easy-”
He shut you up with a hard kiss to the lips, and started to tug down at the neckline of your t-shirt. 
“No, love, what I need right now is you.”
He used his body weight to push you flat against the pillows, moving on top of you and pressing his lips further and deeper into your skin, now wriggling your shirt up and over your head. You started to giggle again, unsure of how to process it. Tom lifted his head up from kissing your belly button to look at you inquisitively. “What?”
“Aren’t you tired?” you whispered, fingers running through his curls.
“My veins are pumping with adrenaline right now, darling, and you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”
You tugged at the shoulder of his hoodie to bring him back up to your face, kissing him again and sucking his bottom lip lightly between your teeth, starting to feel the heat rush up through you too. He sat up on his knees and took off his sweatshirt and tee underneath in one fell swoop, his injured arm seeming to be the furthest thing from his mind right now. You couldn’t make out most details in the candlelight, but were able to see the love and lust swirling together in his eyes in some mesmerizing way. Placing your hands delicately on his lower back, you smoothed them over his skin all the way up to his shoulderblades and loved feeling him shiver underneath you. He pulled away from your liplock to stare into your eyes, and you pushed the pads of your fingers a little harder into his back, whispering. “Why did you wait so long, then?”
He rested his forehead on top of yours and smiled through his words. “I guess I was too busy falling in love with you in the dark.”
You had never seen Tom this way, hungrily nipping your skin and letting his hands explore your body as if they’d never experienced touch until this very moment. He left hot paths of kisses and bites across your neck and chest, all the while relentlessly grinding his hips into yours, which you encouraged with your own bucks upward. Eventually, you had your legs wrapped around his bare body, and he gave you the slowest, deepest kiss humanly possible as he eased himself inside of you, both of you shuddering at the feeling.
“Tom-” you inhaled sharply and would’ve done absolutely anything to have all of him just then, rolling your body upwards into his. His ragged breaths were drowned out by the sound of the violent rain falling above you, but you had become an expert at hearing his voice through the noise. 
“I’m so...fucking...in love with you.”
He continued to slowly push into you, his body shaking underneath your grip more and more with every bit further he felt himself go, lapping at your mouth with his own. He refused to break eye contact, and his glossy stare sent you reeling, only able to breathlessly speak a few words back.
“Show me.”
Your toes curled, you aimlessly pawed at his back. He sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, the shadows of your bodies intertwined flickering onto the walls. He fucked you slow and hard, with every thrust sputtering out sweet nothings into your ear. Every twitch and flex of muscle you felt through his skin just made you fall deeper into a state of bliss, and you swore you had never felt a love like this before.
Through lofted breaths, Tom moaned in time with you rhythmically gasping out his name. He was littering your neck with bruises, you were carving scratch marks into his back; and you pushed each other over the edge at the same time, sealing in your bond as apocalyptic soulmates. 
He had collapsed next to you, his heart still in full sprint as he pulled your tired, loved-up body into his own, nudging his face into your hair and rubbing aimless circles on your arm with his thumb. The candle was dwindling and the storm raged on, providing an almost soothing white noise throughout the still room, only accompanied by the sound of you existing with one another. You fell into a deep sleep for countless hours, only waking up because Tom was standing over the bed, shaking you.
“Wh- what?”
“y/n, you have to come see this,” he said, hand still clasped around your wrist before you’d even wriggled out of the blankets.
He guided you by flashlight to what you assumed was an office, and you were shellshocked as you stood in front a computer screen, bright with power.
“I found a generator.” Tom smiled brightly, waiting for you to put the pieces together.
“So...there’s power?”
“Babe, there’s connection. My brothers have been sending me messages for weeks.”
Your jaw fell open as you looked at the monitor, sure enough alight with internet, a phenomenon of the past. “Your brothers, they’re... alive?!” You couldn’t find the words as you saw Tom shed a few joyful tears, the two of you hugging and jumping around like excited toddlers.
“We can talk to them, y/n. My family is still out there waiting for us, and in the next wave of light, we’ll be able to find them,” he said through cracks in his voice, happier than you could ever remember him being.
“I’m so happy for you, Tommy,” you kissed his cheek, but didn’t convince him as he could hear the sadness hiding in your voice. He knew you were thinking about your own family, and how you knew you’d never see them again.
“Love, listen to me,” he kneeled down in front of you and you followed suit so you were both sitting on the fluffy rug of the office. “I know you’ve lost so much. But you found me, we survived. And we’ll keep surviving—we don’t have another choice.” You sighed and nodded. “I know.”
“And it’s not the same, I know, but...you have a family now, with me, with us. We can rebuild together, darling. Fuck the storm. No matter what it throws at us, we have each other to help us through it.”
You reached for his soft hand, melting under his sweet ramblings. “...I know.”
“I never thought it would take the world ending to find you,” he said, lacing his fingers between yours. “but I did, and I’ll be forever thankful for that. We’ll be alright now, sweetheart. I’ll live the rest of my life to keep you safe.”
You gave him a knowing nod and sat in silence in the dark of a room that wasn’t yours, listening to the world unravel on the other side of the wall. Your chest flurrying with a mix of hope and heartache, you resolved yourself to understand that this was living now, that you would have to adapt to this new normal. You were petrified of what the future held, but seeing the boy sitting across from you, holding your hand and your heart in his steady gaze, helped you to breathe through the fear. 
The rain had taken everything from you—but it had given you your everything, too.
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Where two points meet in the wrong place, and second chances are inevitable.
word count: 3,090
warnings: angst, mentions of death, but it ends fluffy (and dramatic), i promise
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a/n: aright this was the first soulmate au i wrote and look at it not being the first i post, comin atcha live from the wake of deadline after deadline.
Anyway. i don’t even know what kinda soulmate au this is i just sorta threw it up bc i had a dream abt this and i couldn’t get it out of my head and i had to rework it until i got it right.
thank u.
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You know that weird feeling you get, hearing about a piece of your little big world disappearing—how maybe you took it for granted, because it was inconsequential to your immediate life, yet it was still always just there?
Things you never thought about, but they’re gone and they’ve left behind an incalculable, gaping hollow.
You take notice, and your life changes forever.
That one flower shop you would pass by on your way to work in the morning burned down last week. You’d never considered stepping foot in to it once and yet the lingering aroma of hydrangea, bishop’s lace, and caspia melded with smoke reminds you harrowingly of the crisped possibility of something beautiful growing.
The statue sitting obscurely just at the edges of town—the one you’d see very briefly through the train car windows as it blurred into distance and hapless memory—the lightrail broke down in front of it one time, you could see it had garish red spray paint at the base—toppled over a few nights ago. You must have seen and missed it a hundred times and now it would never stand tall again.
Or, a person.
The hero surging up the ranks, commanding noise and shaking the earth with a violently righteous heart and power of will—had died last night.
He won to save.
For the first and last time, he lost to save.
You'd have expected sadness, of course—after all, he was a hero—and a person.
That empathetic sense of loss was inevitable, no matter who it could be.
But a piece of you had been broken in that moment.
You woke in a cold sweat, heart hammering in your ribcage, cheeks soaked under silent tears a thunderstorm couldn’t feel coming. The grief outweighed the confusion.
Recollections of a smoky scene billowed in and out of your consciousness, the rumbling and rubble in fresh vibrations on your skin. Though when you tried to remember—when you tried vehemently to clutch at the broken pieces—your head throbbed with an unknown ache.
It was like trying to recall memories from a life that wasn’t yours.
You were listless in your haze to the kitchen, pulling down a glass to fill with water. The coolness slipped down your throat to satiate flames you didn’t ignite.
By some spell only the universe and the promise mark branded across your heart of hearts knew, you clicked the television on through cold fingers. You can’t say that you remember fishing around the couch cushions for the remote, and you clutched to it like it was the only physical thing available. A flimsy, breakable anchor and a key to your undoing. The buttons stilled and your expression grew stony upon the red headline glaring through the room at 2:14 a.m.
The glass slipped from your fingers and you fell to your knees in the fractures.
The explosion you knew ended it all echoed in your ears, its knell a salient cackle without a voice, and existence a weightless pressure on your chest and head—places he’d have to wait to kiss for another lifetime.
You’d never focused on soulmates, the mere idea of one a luxury you could not afford.
And now a cruel, implacable taunt you could not bear.
Yours was miles away, apparently, and even before this moment you were more than a little skeptical about the idea of them. You’d heard the stories—promises from and to the universe conquering distance and time.
And love.
Love so overwhelmingly pure it stretches across ages your world just didn’t have.
To you, it seemed merciless—doomed to tie with souls you could miss in more than a few incarnations. Maybe some had multiple soulmates, you’d thought. You couldn’t be sure you were one of those people—if that was at all possible—but then again you weren’t sure how to tell.
All you knew, was right then and there, you at least had one.
It killed you knowing it took losing something you never even knew you had, to want it so, so desperately bad.
The truth curled at your throat venomously, asphyxiating a slow and decadent anguish incomparable to anything you’d ever felt before. Rip a limb, a lung, all limbs, both lungs—pull your heart right through the skin of your chest in a spiked, poisonous vice; nothing could destroy you more than this.
He was gone, and you were certain it was the kind of gone you would feel the next life over.
You barely had any strength in you to curse the stars swimming in your vision; barely any will to pray for a tear in existence—a loophole to bring him back.
Another chance.
Dilapidated and barren, you had spread out over the broken glass, impervious to what can only dream of harming you.
•.•.•.•.•.•.
The crowd swirled around you, passing faces and brushing shoulders with hardly an 'excuse me', or ‘coming through'.
One particularly harsh shoulder check sent you back a step, and you whirled to get a better view at who had crashed into you.
A man in a red turtleneck, donning a tan trench coat and a frustrated growl checked his wristwatch, before looking back up to you with kindling in his eyes. They were sharp, even as he glanced down at you rather indifferently, eyebrows pulled into a harsher expression than expected for someone who had been so kind as to gratingly remind you of your place in the crowd. Just another bit of space to skirt around into the next person, most likely.
Suddenly he relaxes, eyebrows raising up the slightest.
“Hello there, stranger.”
Your heart leaps to your throat and the tears flow—an unknown relief flooding through and you feel grief from another lifetime dissipate. You launch as best as you can into his arms, and he gathers you into palms that smell like caramel and sugar and ink and brass—in a hold that makes you feel safe.
And very warm.
You feel his hands at the top of your head and pressed into your back. They're big and steady, something you hadn’t realized you needed until they were on you.
It was as if all your life you had woven insipidly day to day on a tumultuous mundanity cracking at your feet.
And now with the hand that guided you into every curve and fold of the blazing man at your fingertips were you unshakable.
You blink and the fire flickers behind his eyes. He’s staring at you intensely—as though he’d silently asked you a question only you knew the answer to. Like it would disappear from existence if he were to look away now.
That much was probably true, as his skin paled to cumbersome bewilderment and an uncertainty to make a willow tree quiver. He had frozen, as if he could see the universe unwinding on your face.
Your voice echoed a hollow “I’m sorry”, and the crowd separated you like the tide pulling from the shoreline.
•.•.•.
You didn’t know what the sea did with the waves once they took them from the coast, but you did know that aching familiar feeling of impermanence. How an undercurrent can feel like a lifetime, and yet no amount of splashing can save a riptide. Not from brevity or grief in the same short breath.
It was still that recognizable body of water. The jolt of a new ripple in a single spot designing the whole thing entirely different, even if just for that one spot. That one moment.
A lot of it was in chance, you figured; chance that was so somberly beautiful in it’s immanence and what ifs.
Work swept you by with a complicated ease. You recall people communicating to you—you just don’t remember what they had said. Or needed. Or asked. Or pleaded. Behind calls of a name that sounded nothing like yours, yet you for some reason still answered to. Your attention fixated on the improbable, and you lived your day in a vacuum. You’d been shaken up so bad and filled by so much longing that by the end of it, you couldn’t tell your own headache from the strain of the city around you.
Your step from the platform onto the train car was cement, but you willed yourself forward for the certainty of routine and familiarity in the wake of tomorrow. The presence of other people around you was vague, and you thought to yourself how you would rather be anywhere else in the world than right there.
When the doors sliding closed behind you sounded a little too final—like the angry clank of a set of iron bars—you jerked your chin up, and leapt forward to press your fingertips to the glass.
On the other side, was the man with red eyes. His blonde hair bristled, almost as if he’d felt what you were feeling. Electric. Scared.
The cement in your step earlier felt like a ball and chain now.
You pressed further desperately against the completely solid and completely flat surface, as though you could singlehandedly figure a way to defy all known laws of earthen physics and somehow permeate through the doors. It was like watching a tsunami form, feeling the flood come and go and the wind push against your face. The motions were slow—his gaze using an eternity to find you again for the second time in this life—and you could feel yourself beginning to drown.
His eyes meeting yours became the catalyst to your fifty-second undoing. The undertow touched your face, laced your ankles, and pulled you under with the abruptly unwelcome motion of the train.
You watched each other through the window.
There was a spark of motion—he had dropped whatever was in his hands in a hastened mess—and you both took off in different directions to the same apex.
You skipped and hurdled around people cramped like bricks, strewn about like greenbriers, and stretched about like tripwire. You weren’t sure if you were actually saying anything, but your mouth moved like it was trying to apologise as you zipped down the opposite end of the train, eyes never leaving the man quickly slipping through your fingers ag—
Again.
The word rang in your ear like the piercing peal after an eruption.
Dread filled your chest as you watched the end of the train come into view, and the man in red ran out of platform to chase after you to. He stopped and stared in absolute dismay, as the light catching on your face from behind the window faded into the darkness of the tunnel.
You, in turn, leaned against the back window, throwing your shoulders around to slide to the floor. People stared and murmured, their curious gazes and exchanges doing nothing to penetrate the frenzy lurching you back and forth.
Your breath stung—but not anymore than your eyes.
He might be back. Tomorrow. You never know what'll happen tomorrow, your heart reasoned. Lucky for it, it hadn’t realized the both of you had already broken to pieces. Your skin stung and prickled with a vengeance, as though barrages of glass were sprouting where your nerves would be.
Never seen him there before. This was probably just a one-time thing, the hollow muttered. It was a bitter thing absolutely none of you needed to hear, but you figured it was the truth. After all, what are the chances of finding one man you’d never run into before in your life, among the thousands you see every day?
Way easier to give in than to hope for this ephemeral nonsense.
You hardly recognized the echoed, tin voice bleeding through the intercom, announcing that you had arrived at your destination. You briefly wondered how a trip that had felt so achingly long had gone by so fast—especially now that you realized you weren’t where you were supposed to be.
Collecting yourself as best you could, you rolled up slowly, pulling your coat around you tighter. You cleared the platform and stepped glacially up the steps, taking a moment to fix your eyes on the sunset tearing a beautiful orange, red, and yellow across the usually blue sky. It was an inferno against the usual insipidness.
You fixated on the rolling greens surrounding the scar the city made with it’s cracked sidewalks and taunting buildings and yelling cars and angry people and empty promises and—
“Hey.”
Broken hearts weren’t supposed to beat so loudly but yours did. You spun on your heal to face him.
You choked and felt unbearably like you should leap into his arms, as though something was imploring you to.
“Hey there, stranger,” you whispered, with a meek crack on the end of your breath. You were facing the beginning of the rest of your life and all you could say was hey back.
The man in front of you seemed to get the same idea, because he moved closer, sauntering up the slope to close the small distance like he had all the time in the world. Though, part of that might have been exhaustion, and part fear that the wind would catch you and steal you away. His legs trembled and you wondered what reason dominated the better bit of that.
He stopped in front of you, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slouched in a resolved curve, the smallest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips. You were certain you didn’t know him, and yet you were perfectly ready to believe that little bend in his face wasn’t a usually welcome guest. It looked so foreign on a face you weren’t supposed to have any recollection of.
His voice is like crackling and smoking tinder, deep and rich and roaring. It was getting to you in ways you never expected a sound to find.
“Don’t tell me I ran the better part of an entire city just for some shitty 'hey there'.”
You don’t think you’ll ever get over your shock and awe, but you collect your wits to square yourself against him. Your movements are sinuous as you slide forward, damn near chest to chest when you raise your face again.
“Well,” you sigh, letting a not-unkind smirk slip into your features, “looks like you’ll have to stick around longer if you want more than that.”
“Oh, I don’t think it’s a matter of want, but more a matter of deserve,” he grumbles. You snort at that, mindlessly catching a loose strand of his hair between deft fingers.
“Is that so? What makes you so entitled?” you tease.
His expression falls and some kind of grief pulls his brows down.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “I just feel like I’ve been missing something.”
For the first time in a while, you breathe evenly. It’s an odd feeling, but not unlike that moment of clarity you imagine tides have just before becoming a whole ocean again. Like the one you’d been dreaming of for so long.
Your raindrop fingertips find the smoothness of his skin, brushing along his cheekbones to roll down and splay across the sturdy planes of his chest. The quiet is cacophonous but you inhale gently and smile the most genuine you feel you could possibly muster.
“Hi,” you begin again, eyes sweeping the fabric of his sweater, to try and find confidence in the material. You raise your gaze to his—burning through your eyelashes—and he’s glaring at you with a quirked brow that doesn’t feel at all the threat you imagine it would be in different circumstances.
“I don’t know how to describe this, but I think… there’s this something that’s telling me I’m supposed to be with you— someway.” You glide your fingers down the curve of his arms, linking very lightly around his wrist.
“I feel like you’re someone I’ve lost a long time ago—” your fingers tangle into the cracking skin along his hands,
“—and I’m being offered this one chance to find you again.”
You measure up your hands, placing them palm to palm and he stares like they’re all he can see.
“If I don’t take it you’ll be gone for good,” you whisper in a voice so frangible.
A cheekier smirk cracks his mask from ear to ear.
“In that case, I’m definitely entitled to something, then.”
“Like what?”
Tender wouldn’t have been the first choice of words the moment you crashed into the scowling man on the street—but here he was now, cantankerousness replaced with a compassion you shouldn’t be surprised he could hold—considering you’d never met, after all.
“Your name.”
You tell him with a resounding crest in his chest and when the lightning strikes, his smile actually shows teeth that aren’t grit into a grimace. The first drop of rain spills down your face, and the man in front of you catches it with his thumb.
“Katsuki.”
It was loud, hearing that name in your ears. Like being trapped inside a clock tower—the reverb of each cog shifting and clicking into place with a harsh clang, succeeding rolling tones in succinct phrases you’d been hearing all your life.
Or rather—lives.
Your places in existence swirling in and out of mosaic focus of one another, to finally comix as clandestine breaths and fluttering of skin on skin.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Katsuki,” you smile.
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snickers feverishly at myself for bringing in a 5th... who do i think i am? unstoppable? invincible? suddenly ripples my titanium plated pecs. maybe so. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here. 
* margaret qualley, cis female + she/her  | you know bradley milligan, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to looking for knives by dyan like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole snow angels trampled through by your father’s footprints, casually reading a newspaper that’s catching flame & stubbing a cigarette against the wing mirror of a parked cop car thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 11th, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )
HISTORY:
bradley has this memory of meeting her grandmother for the first time n everything in the room was frozen still. even the air. she didn’t feel like she cld move n she got the impression this is how it’d always been in the milligan lineage. the only thing that was allowed to act of it’s own accord was her grandmother’s eyes as she tracked every slightest flinch of muscle. when her father left the room her grandmother reached out and took bradley’s hand n bradley looked at this like it was smthn she’d never seen before until her grandmother leaned close and all she could stare at was a nicotine stain on one of her front teeth. “he’s cold, isn’t he? he’s always been cold. i don’t think he’s mine.” bradley could tell from how tight she held her hand that he was. she could tell by the way she smiled as she said it, too. the way she felt obliged to smile back.
growing up in a huge white house in aquila drive w pruned hedges sounds idyllic n looks it too. swanky cars w tinted windows in the long driveway. always men filing in and out under the cloak of night wearing expensive suits n smiles worthy of a politician’s billboard. bradley’s mum alyssa thought so too n that’s hw she got into this whole mess tbh. tony milligan is very good at advertising. he cld package a jarred human heart as strawberry jam and convince u to spread it on ur toast if he wanted to. he could make u smile politely as u ate ur own. 
alyssa ws this very pretty blonde kind of mysterious presence in a room. everyone wanted to kno her story or fk her but noone rly treated her like a person more just like a puzzle to solve. john green syndrome alert..... literally manic pixie dream girled bt on turbo charge. there were vague whispers she’d run away from home when she appeared in town out of nowhere bt nothing concrete. tony decided he wanted to crack the case n once he set his mind to something there was no changing it. they wound up embroiled in a whirlwind romance. head over heels. he came at romance hard and fast as a freight train. alyssa knew he was into shady things but not quite the full extent of it n honestly she didn’t care bc she wanted security n a family to call her own n tony promised that. they were married within a year. 
tony came frm money bt he wanted to carve his own path n make his own legacy. destined fr greatness he’d tell her. we’re destined for greatness. it sounds nice doesn’t it! alyssa thought so too.
(drugs mention tw) slowly over the yrs he essentially forged his own crime organisation tht only grew. he opened a strip club down the seedier side of irving called ‘no angels’ n this became the front thru which his gang ran drugs in the back (predominantly coke n they pride themselves fr having a Superior Blend apparently) as well as laundering cash n this also was kind of their home base to hang
(abuse tw) their marriage increasingly lost it’s shine n alyssa came to realise she’d been sold a lie n she didn’t rly know this person or what he was capable of right around the time bradley was born. by then it was kind of like Wow i am rly in this n there is not an exit door huh. i won’t go into details bt things were not good at all. bradley witnessed n experienced a lot of things she shouldn’t have growing up. she didn’t understand why other kids drew home in all these different coloured crayons like they were bright places to be. she didn’t understand why everyone got so excited when the bell rang at the end of the day bc she just felt sick. she rationalised tht this was normal when she was younger bc sometimes kids talked abt the monsters under their beds giving them nightmares n she thought mayb they were talking abt their dads too. as she got older she realised tht actually her world wasn’t the same as anyone else’s n she also realised no-one wld ever be able to tell her why. she started becoming friends with the angry feeling in her chest tht she used to try and swallow around this time. often she’d wander the mall for a while to put off going home. smoke on random park benches. watch trains rattle thru town from the vantage point of a random rooftop. 
(abuse, missing person implied, murder implied & grief tw) when bradley was 12 she woke up and all of her mum’s clothes were gone frm their drawers. no shoes anywhere. a framed photo of them at the beach holding bradley as a baby vanished from over the mantelpiece. when bradley asked her dad what was going on, tony essentially said “it was exhausting her. being here. being your mother. she didn’t want to do it any more, so now she’s gone” n then he hugged her. little details leaked into the mix over the yrs. at one point tony dismissed her as having flown overseas to a foreign country to drink in the sun like she’d always wanted even tho alyssa always told bradley she liked the snow best (once she even walked outside as it fell in a thin lace nightgown when tony was out n when bradley said “mom you’re gonna get cold” she only tugged her down and made her do snow angels until her lips looked blue). the most significant memory bradley can never shake from her head is her mother cupping a yellow tulip at the park n saying she hated them. when bradley asked why she only turned and smiled at her as she stroked the hair from her face n then said “because they look so happy”. after bradley’s mum vanished a long flower bed at the bottom of the garden was suddenly overrun with dozens of freshly planted yellow tulips. whenever bradley looked at them out of her window she got this sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach like she was visiting a cemetery. she suspected what had happened to her mum (especially as rumours circulated within tony’s organisation abt alyssa being unfaithful with someone tht used to work fr him) bt she cld never bring herself to truly accept it. thus she ws stuck in this strange purgatory state of not-quite-anger at her mum for “leaving” and not-quite-grief.
bradley rly started to transgress in school after her mum was gone. alyssa was always kind of a character when she’d pick bradley up (wasn’t doing well n acted kind of ‘eccentric’ i suppose u cld say) so tony managed to spin it all as a child acting out in the wake of an unfit mother uprooting n abandoning. bradley became........ interesting. JKHGFSSKJGHFSGHSKFGHFG. she’d snap n resort to violence very easily. very desensitised to it. students were kind of scared of her tbh. as this progressed into proper high school she got in w the more rowdy popular crowd solely bc she was so fking.... wild for lack of a better word. rly would just do anything fr the thrill. had no sense of ‘i shouldn’t do this bc it’s dangerous’. partied harder than anyone. bit back harder than anyone. no filter. hung w a lot of guys honestly bc they had less morals n either found her scariness cool or wanted to fk <3
(hospitalisation, depression & drugs tw) she’s had. a few stints in psychiatric institutions fr various reasons tbh. missed a small chunk of her senior yr fr this but it wasn’t widely known just kind of rumoured. she showcases a lot of similar symptoms to her mum who struggled w severe depression (which was difficult to cope w when ur husband was often pouring ur prescription down the drain fr kicks) n in order to compensate fr the lows she takes a lot of things to kick them into highs. drinks n snorts too much. bradley i love u bt i’m begging u to seek healthier coping mechanisms......
as the yrs went on (especially once alyssa had gone) tony rly started trying to integrate bradley into the business side of things...... she literally. is named bradley bc he was expecting a boy n he was like well let’s still call her bradley. n had in mind she’d still fulfil the role he wanted her to of being his little protege so to speak.... both sexist n ugly all in one fell swoop...... an example of this is he literally. bought her a mint green switchblade for her 14th birthday n named it tinkerbell bc it would “die without attention” aka using it. tht sounds like a healthy gift to give a child tony congratulations sis <3
in an ideal world bradley wld have gone to uni to study psychology bc she jst wants to know how the fk her dad is literally like that bt she probably stuck around n is now managing no angels along with billy n marco (billy’s in her dad’s gang n is, u guessed it, a cunt, n marco is his sort of right hand man so to speak) bc tony’s in the closest neighbouring city overseeing a second ‘no angels’ opening up there to expand into a franchise n widen their income margins. bradley wld also be sort of used as a honey trap type deal once she got older if they needed to lure ppl places n sometimes still is bt it depends. the guys in the club all know not to mess w bradley bc she’s tony’s daughter n literally kind of scary herself sometimes bt there’s also this certain allure tht comes with being the boss’ daughter n it kind of comes across in how they act or talk abt her. yes i will kill them all n no i won’t feel bad abt it <3
think that’s kind of all u need to kno history wise... blinks one eye out of sync w the other..... runs to personality
PERSONALITY:
a phrase i wld always use to describe bradley in old intros is “like a cup of black coffee with one grain of sugar that u don’t taste until the last sip”. also dark chocolate. lime. liquorice. she’s an acquired taste n i feel like u either love her or u hate her. 
cannot express how unpredictably chaotic she is..... frequently throws a drink in a stranger’s face jst to start something bc she’s bored. loves to hurl cheese slices across the room so they slap onto someone’s face out of nowhere. likes smashing things. stubbing cigarettes out on faces in framed family photographs. will literally pick a lock n then smash the window besides it to defeat the whole purpose just bc she found how neat it was boring. does anything fr the adrenaline n thrill. gets into far too many fights n fights dirty. probably been thrown out of every bar in town at least three times. banned from a bunch too.
she’s witty bt she has a dark sense of humour..... can be quite mean.......... loves to roast ppl for no reason........ honestly has some nathan young frm misfits aspects in that sense like jst seems untouchable emotionally n like she doesn’t take anything seriously n is fking outrageous about it.....
has this quality abt her tht kind of scares herself sometimes. it’s like she recognises parts of her dad in her. she’s very perceptive (bc she’s had to be over the yrs trying to read every micro-expression of her dad’s to predict what’s next) n like emotionally intelligent in a way which is ironic bc her own emotions r just an absolute minefield.... bt. she can read people quite well. gets this eerily calm look abt her sometimes n it’s jst like god what’s. she thinking. what’s she’s gna do. i’m shaking. a cool n controlled kind of rage can often be scarier than the explosive type n bradley does that well. grits my teeth n tugs on my collar....
very strong on the surface. hates being vulnerable. has this ingrained idea that crying is childish or rly any kind of emotional display within herself. 50% not taking things seriously 50% angry. tht’s how she comes across....... internally? whole different story. bt ppl don’t see that.
very cavalier abt some things. will flash her tits n not even think abt it. jst very out there...... one of her closest friends is a homeless man named joe who wears neon purple fishnets on his head n loves to spit on ppl from over an underpass. finds eccentric ppl like this funny n surrounds herself w them. loves to be kept on her toes.
LOVES driving stolen cars down the wrong side of the highway. it’s a lot.
fiercely loyal to a fault to a select few bt if u wrong her personally this can switch pretty quick. quite a force to b reckoned w n will hold a grudge. bt like. if ur a Chosen One she’d bury a body for u no questions asked. 
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deals to u: bradley isn’t like full time into dealing bt she does do it sometimes.... treats it kind of like a hobby bc the lesser ranked can do tht shit as far as she’s concerned bt.. sometimes also jst gets bored n is like. why not. might be chaotic. mayb they’ll try to rob me <3 we love the thrill <3 or like..... if ur friends w her she’ll deal to u n no she will not do a friends discount <3 or if she does there will definitely be some sort of stipulation attached <3
high skl crew: if ur muse is local n ws an absolutely demonic hell spawn in high skl tht went to 1974547254 parties n was outrageously chaotic n rude then. bradley probably was friends w them <3 her friendships tend to be surface level bt they’d definitely go out a bunch bt whether they actually knew a lot abt her life is debatable bt we could explore options fr this
people who work at no angels: no angels is her dad’s strip club in irving that she kind of helps to run now. it’s kind of a shifty environment. the place where ud have an outrageous bachelor party. u go for the first time w a fake id n u get served bt u also get ur wallet stolen n ur convinced someone spat in ur drink n u also kind of think there might b a hit on u now after u made eye contact too long w a broad shouldered man smoking in a back booth. scary environment. testament to her dad as a person. maybe ur muse is a dancer there or works the bar or security or whatever u name it....
ma’am are u ok?: ur muse found bradley passed out across two bus seats one time in smudged dark eyeliner a silver slip dress n the world’s chunkiest combat boots this town hs ever seen. sometimes she winds up in spots like this when she goes too hard n it’s absolutely dangerous n reckless bt that’s jst bradley <3 mayb they forged an unlikely friendship frm this strange meeting or maybe even? dare i say it? a romance? opposite worlds colliding? good influence? let’s go crazy. release ur inhibitions. feel the rain on ur skin.
hook-ups: bradley’s cavalier abt this stuff..... very unemotional typically..... mayb we cld do an unrequited thing that wld be angsty n fun altho i won’t lie i don’t kno if she’d be the one to catch the feelings.... she rarely sleeps over bt once when she woke up in someone’s bed she hiked over to straddle them carefully as possible so they wldn’t wake up n then pressed her knife to their neck as a fun little surprise where she said boo when they opened their eyes.... she’s a lot clearly.
watermelon slugger, hiiii: bradley has this habit where she gets a bunch of watermelons n then goes to a rooftop n throws them over the edge to watch them explode when they hit the pavement.... maybe ur muse almost got hit by one once n were like WTF???????? another quirky meet cute moment like the bus one <3 can’t stop w them <3 maybe she randomly invited ur muse to do it w her when they were like. a stranger of f the street. she was bored. decided to adopt them as a science experiment. we cn elaborate on this probably....
ouch charlie: similar territory bt she also sometimes shoots pedestrians w a bb gun from rooftops. mayb ur muse wld always get hit by one on a certain route they walked n finally one day they saw her head ducking down behind a ledge n then they see her in the street one day n are like HEY IT’S YOU............. WTF? n bradley’s like ya i’m christ risen again it’s a lot to take in i know...
rly jst anything... mutually destructive friends... exes.... in one rp a character tried to get close to bradley so he cld write an expose all book about her n her family which i found so fking funny so i’ll request that again.... people she’s fought.... ppl whose gf/bf she’s fk’d n it’s caused enemy status.... someone whose place she broke into and shaved their eyebrows off in the night only to draw them on again in crudely thin permanent sharpie lines.... roommates cld be fun n sexy i’d love that actually.... jst anything rly. go wild. kisses everyone tenderly on cheeks.
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12/31/2020 (14 months after the event)
Happy New Years!
It has been a rather weird year, hasn’t it? While some days from this year feel like they were only yesterday, others feel like half a decade ago. To be quite frank, the same applies to the last time I saw you. I’m sure if you saw this you would go “blah blah, you say the same thing every time you write.” While this is true, I can’t help it. I started taking new medication, as of 14 days ago. My psychiatrist, I have one of those now-- along with a therapist haha, recommended me getting put on escitalopram for my severe anxiety. It’s always been pretty bad, but over the course of the past 14 months, it has skyrocketed pretty high. Isn’t it strange how our minds develop as we get older? Survival of the fittest? Or is it just adaptation? The human body is pretty neat, let alone our brain. 
I was going through my photos the other day, and got the sudden urge to delete all of them. Of course, I’m not as crazy as just upright deleting them-- so I uploaded all of them onto a drive, and then deleted them from my phone. All of them. Decided it was time for a fresh start, why not start with the one thing I open every day, right? I decided earlier today, about a week after I deleted all of my photos, that I would go into my drive to try and find a photo from September that I downloaded from a manga I was reading. Of course I got sidetracked, I scrolled to 2014 and was going through all of my old photos with my brother and my family, and then suddenly I got to 2017 and there it was. The black and white photo of you and I at the parking deck, both of us laughing as hard as we possibly could. I smiled softly of course, as the beautiful memory came rushing over me. But then something hit me. For some reason, this isn’t how I remember you. My brain forgot what you looked like, or at least started trying to. It’s been about a year since I last saw a photo of you. While the brain is so incredibly amazing, it has a bad habit of memories starting to fade, especially when it’s a person attached to bad memories as well. It works in some cases, where people are trying to forget-- but even still it does the opposite and leaves the person going “Why can’t I forget you!?”. Strange, right? The human mind is so beautiful. I can still hear you talking to me sometimes, if I try hard enough. Lately, I haven’t been so hard on myself. I’m trying to figure myself out still, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it is okay that I still love you. I know I more than likely always will. That’s what love is, right? Being able to love and never losing that love, no matter what happens. 
All of this being said, I figured I would kind of recap everything that has happened in the wonderful year of 2020. It has been one hell of a ride.
January, the month of my brother’s 15th birthday. He was so happy and we all celebrated his birthday with him the following weekend. We also went hiking the same month, while it was cold; my mother, brother, and I had a blast. This month was mostly just working and being lazy on my off days. I had a fall out with my best friend.
February, I had a love hate relationship with this month. I tried dating someone new, I saw that you had gotten in a relationship two months prior and figured it was time for me to try and move on as well. Needless to say, dude was a douchebag and was a very violent individual. I left him within 3 weeks. My birth father, his newlywed wife, my cousin from my favorite uncle, whom I had never met until then, and I all went to Ruby Falls. It was quite a beautiful journey. Whilst I fought with my father, it turned out to be an okay experience. Later in the month, I ended up getting into a fight with my landlord, who was demanding that I pay extra, even though I was not behind on any payments. I ended up cooperating with them, so that I didn’t lose my home. I celebrated my little sister’s fifth birthday.
March, I lost my job. Millions and millions of other people did as well. Covid-19 struck the world. I took it lightly and just assumed that yet again, the media was blowing things out of proportion. My landlord wasn’t understanding of the fact I was put out of work, along with millions of others. They ended up being generous for the month after I showed them statistics. I ended up being lazy, doing nothing but watching Netflix and Disney plus for the entire month.
April, Corona Virus was boring at this point. We had all been told, “Oh! We’ll all be open for business again in the next two weeks!”. That was the first week of March, and it was now April. The government didn’t give us any kind of help until the last week, so that kind of fucked me. I spent most days laying in bed on TikTok. I also got super into streaming in the beginning of this month, and my platform was finally starting to take off.
May, unemployed for two months. I debated taking a job at a warehouse. Unfortunately, the media deterred me from doing so. There was a spike of cases in my state; it was terrifying. I didn’t leave my house much. I got my dog, for the first time in 4 years. It was beautiful, I cried. He was so happy to be back home. I started a routine of watching anime every morning at 7 am and then going for a walk. I wanted to get back into a daily routine, regardless if I had a job or not. I was falling behind on bills, and I really needed to distract myself. I started getting into digital art, rather than traditional, for the first time ever. I stopped making my music.
June, I reconnected with a lot of old online friends from 2013. It was strange and I didn’t really know how to feel about it. It was nostalgic in a way, spending late nights on discord calls. I didn’t really enjoy it all too much, I felt like it all needed to stay in the past. I started anti-depressants, again. This time it was Prozac. It made me feel extremely drowsy, and made me feel out of body most of the time. I tried to date, again. An old friend that I had from 2013, we reconnected and even though they were out of state, I decided-- “Hey, maybe this will be good for me. I don’t have to worry about them getting aggressive with me, we can take things slow, and we can pace ourselves.” Oh man, if only I knew. He flew down to my state, met the family, was extremely respectful and even stayed in a hotel the first trip. Everything seemed to be going okay.
July, my 21st birthday. Did I drink? No. Sounds crazy, right? I had about half a drink, and decided I just didn’t want any. I had stopped taking my antidepressants, the new boyfriend had said that I wasn’t acting right. It fed into my suspicion, that the meds weren’t doing a whole lot for me. They were just making me really sleepy and on edge all the time. The new boyfriend had come down again for my birthday and mother’s birthday, since we share the same birth week. Celebrated with my mom, her best friend, and I. July was pretty hectic, since I had decided I would be moving to West Virginia on August 5, 2020.
August, I moved to West Virginia. I packed up all of my belongings, uprooted everything I had ever known, hugged my family goodbye, and got into the back of a truck with a u-haul attached to it. I rode in the back of the vehicle for 14 hours, fell asleep in Kentucky, woke up in Ohio. It was daylight by the time we approached West Virginia. It was so beautiful, all of the mountains. I was moving into the house in which he lived in, which his sister was next door on one side, and his parents on the other side. We had the nice river breeze, since Ohio river was within eyesight. I lived in the Tri-state area so it was Pennsylvania on one side, Ohio on the other, and us-- five minutes to each state. It was a good first couple of days. Then we got into our first fight. I was unable to work, since I left my car behind. Luckily, I had saved up a bunch of money for me to be able to buy one. He hit me with really low blows, saying I didn’t need to work-- since women weren’t good for that kind of thing. It hurt, to be honest. I had never seen him like this before, in the eight years I had known of his existence. He had been with me in my hometown for three weeks and not once acted like this. I walked on eggshells, bought a car with my hard earned money, then got a management job at the Domino’s that was ten minutes from my town I was living in. Towards the end of the month, he got aggressive with me. He stopped working the same week I had moved in, he had no car. He had no ambition, he decided to just give up. Maybe that’s what I tried to see, maybe-- just maybe I could help him find some ambition. I wanted to save him, in a way? We got into a severe fight, I couldn’t take it anymore-- I fought back, and he ended up swinging on me.
September, I packed all of my belongings that I could into my tiny little Toyota, and left in the middle of the night. I had one thing on my mind, and that was to go to my mom’s house. My mother had known how bad he had gotten, since he acted such a way with my mother on the phone, unknowingly. I drove for 15 hours, well 13 but with rest stops to nap for a bit since I was running off of no sleep, but I finally ended up back home. I ended up staying with my mom for a bit. Later had to relocate, so I moved in with an old friend. Started streaming again.
October, Worked. Literally worked the entire month, my entire existence fell into dread. I became overly aware of how much time had passed. I felt like I had been doing nothing. I dreaded the last day of the month, every day just gave me more and more sadness.  I didn’t want the day to come. I started dreaming of you more and more and more. Halloween came, I decided to look at it differently, I started to thank you-- rather than try to hate you. I came to the conclusion that I would never hate you.
November, Thanksgiving! I started to become grateful, moved back into my mom’s house. It was a bumpy ride, but I managed to get back into the habit of doing healthy things. Started going to the gym again, drinking more water. I told my father he was dead to me, haven’t spoken to him since. I got to spend Thanksgiving with my real family, my mother and her best friend’s family. They watched me grow up since the day I was born. It was so much better than any other holiday I had ever had up to this date.
December, I started a new form of medicine. This time it was for anxiety, since that’s the main factor of my illness-- or so we think so far. I am on escitalopram, and I started it the week before Christmas. I got to see my real family again. It was nice, but this time I got to reunite with my childhood best friend for the first time in fifteen years. It was so lovely. I have become almost bedridden again, but it won’t last long-- since it’s just a side effect of my medicine. I also got to see some friends from high school, but then I realized-- they’re the exact same way they’ve been since the beginning. They wanted nothing but to talk about drama. It just isn’t my thing, I don’t like dealing with people much anymore, because of the constant drama. I’ve learned a lot about people changing, and the lack thereof.
I think this year has been a year full of lessons for me, and it has been tough. As they say, there’s no pleasure without pain, no pain no gain, right? This year has taught me a lot about myself and the people around me, and I am extremely grateful for the things I have experienced. I’ve learned so much about who I am as a person. I’ve grown a lot, while this year has kicked my ass. I have high hopes for the next year. For the first time, since 2016, I finally see a future in myself, by myself. 
To New Beginnings, Lovebug.
I love you, always.
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hey this is a long shot but im looking for any foundation personnel from SCP or just anyone in particular who remembers me. i was a 079 that joined and worked with the foundation. im also looking for any other SCPs that remember me! im ESPICALLY looking for a 682 ... i have some memories below. v long kinda
AS 079 I SOMEHOW ENDED UP ACTUALLY WORKING WITH THE FOUNDATION me nd scp 682 were ... gey OK SO REMEMBER WHEN FUCKIN . ME AND 682 WERE PUT TOGETHER IN A CELL DURING A BREAKOUT IT WAS TEMORAARY AND IWAS THE ONLY THING 682 LIKED BECAUSE I WAS NONHUMAN BUT SENTIENT AND WE TALKED FOR AWHILE AND THEN WE GOT PUT IN OUR REGULAR HOLDING CHAMBERS BUT IT LIKE .. SUCKED AND THEN I BECAME PART OF THE STAFF AND I WORKED WITH 682 A LOT ok mood and one day he was like. "i have this weird feeing. i dont know what it is." and iwas like. what DO YOU Feel and he was like. "its all warm. and fuzzy. and weird. and its caused by you" and im like. FUck and then i got called to go do something and i said id be back later and then i came back later and i was like "ok i have textbooks talking about human emotions but i cant bring them into the acid and i cant stand in the acid either I Will Die" and i read a bunch of them to him out loud and he was like. "what was love again" and i read it again and hes like. "oh thats the one" and im just. "OH FUCK" and i quickly left and a staff member was like. "079 r u ok" and im like "YES BUT I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW" and i just ran back to my office in Shame and i DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO i just . i didnt see him for like . a few days i was a dumbass gay but i saw him again and i was like. ok "but how would this all work ??? i dont ?? i dont know if I can feel emotions cause im a machine" and hes like "well you felt spite? and anger and stuff right?" and im like. oh fuck hes RIGHT and i said "but how do I feel Love. isnt that hard for a machine." and hes like . "drain the acid and come down here" and im like HELLO ? i said "i need permission to do that tho and if i do it without permission i can get hurt" and he said "ok. go get permisson and come back" and i was like wig ok so i go to a higher level staff member (this one was my friend) and i told him fucking EVERYTHINGGG he was also gay so he knew EXACTLY what was up a lot of lgbt ppl worked at the foundation actually and he said "well i dont think you can drain the acid because we cant have him break out you know" and i was like "yea because thatd be bad.." and he said "plus, what if hes only doing this cause he WANTS to break out" and im like "thats true hes good at manipulation and stuff" so i went back to my office and just sat in my chair and thought about it a lot and i didnt go see him for a few days but other staff members did and then suddenly he fucking  BROKE UOUT and i dont remember that much from it but all i rememebr is i was asleep at my desk during the whole thing (i gave myself programed sleeping hours) and that when he found my office i was picked up and carried out most of this im inferring and basing off what other staff members told me so you can imagine my shock when i wake up and im in a fucking forest and im like. "What." i was so confused and when coming out of my sleep mode im Really groggy and slow it took about 30? mins for me to get my whole machine body running AND SO i was like. "what am i doing here. what have you done WHERE IS MY OFFICE" and he said "i took you out of there.. so were both free" and i swear my screen was actually blushing but i was also SO MAD i was like. "do you not realize we are still SCPs that broke out of containment and that you are possibly one of the most deadly ones" and he was like. "but were _free._ and now im with you. and i dont know if anyone can find us here" and i said "i have a tracking chip in me. i dont know if other personell do but i do so they can f-" and he just. PICKED ME UP. and said "then well keep running" and i was SO SO mad but i just watched how fast by the world was going and then next i know hes running through neighborhoods and towns and cities. and it was nighttime i think, so i looked up at the sky and it was actually so pretty? and i was just quiet . and then i could hear the helis overhead and just ran even FASTER and we were deep into a big city by then. and he just stopped in the middle of an intersection and dropped me to the ground and wrapped his tail around me and started growing more mouths and limbs and stuff like hwas GONAN DIE to protect me and i was just silent in shock. i watched the NTF units drop out of their heli and i had to squirm my way out and i was like. "DONT SHOOT" and they were SO CONFUSED that i was there. i had to explain to them that he broke out, somehow picked me up and took me on this wild ride and he was just behind me SO ready to kill the entire time and i somehow was able to make him go back peacefully w me and i felt so bad for all the pedestrians tbh .... after we got back and put him back into containment i said i have to go work and he didnt want me too. and i was like. "ill be back later, i just have paperwork to do," and he said for me to bring it back to his room and i was like. ok. so i did and i just sat in the little observation window and filled it out and you know. normal stuff. but then he somehow clawed up the wall to the window and just kind of perched on there and watched me fill it out and stuff. at one point i thought hed break the window but he didnt. when he saw the 0-5 council show up on the paperwork he was like. "can you ask them to drain the acid. so i can be with you more" and i was like. "i guess? im not sure if they would though," and i just kinda hid under my lab coat. i did go to the 0-5 and explained everything to them and i was able to get a compromise. the acid would be drained and stuff before i would come in. i had to have special boots on in case of any remaining acid puddles and special gloves too. the first time it happened he seemed confused but when i walked in he seemed really happy and i thought the two NTF guards were gonna faint when they saw a HAPPY 682. they closed the door behind me and i just kinda stood there at first. but then he picked me up and it was so WEIRD he was so much bigger then me. but he was really gentle when picking me up too. and he just held me really close and then he held me up to his "muzzle" (his head was more bone then skin/fur) and he licked me and it covered my entire screen. and i just kinda reached out and pet him?? and he had this REALLY deep like.. purr.. and the more i pet the more he would purr. and i kind of hugged him too. and he said something but i cant remember it. he then set me back down. and then he laid down, i wasnt paying attention cuz i was wiping my screen clean. and he pulled me really close? and just. curled around me. and i could hear his breathing too. really large deep breaths. i think i somehow fell asleep like that. i woke up what was i think about 30 mins to an hour later. when i woke up i was really warm. he had a high-ish body temperature. i yaned, which told him i was awake, and he moved to look at me. all the acid had dried out of his fur, and i reached up and slowly ran my hands through it. it was actually really soft.. i slowly stood up and looked at him and said "hey ill be back in a bit," but he cut me off and wrapped his tail around me and pulled me close again and he told me he loved me, and i was so.. embarassed. i didnt rlly know what to do so when i rushed out all flustered, the NTF were confused, but sealed the chamber as it filled back up with acid. i went back to my office ad just kinda stared at my hands and sat down and hid in my lab coat again.
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It seemed as if she hadn't noticed. She was oblivious of what has happened. The lady smiled with all her might, that's all she could do after all. Tired of walking through those empty streets, so cold and sad. She hasn't forgotten those days he was with her.
The man of her dreams just suddenly noticed her. She was so happy that she could just shout it to the world. It was the man who she ever loved at the front porch of her house waiting for her-- like literally there he stood straight with an oh so handsome smile on his face.
"Good morning, Cali." He greeted her. The brunette was hyperventilating. She was fangirling as she would like to call it.
"Oh.. It's a pleasant surprise to see you here, Austin." Cali was trying so hard to hide her excitement in just a smile-- just a freaking smile. It was so hard. Austin Frost Evans was at her front porch, greeting her a good morning.
At the moment she composed herself, she coughed a little and smiled a bit at the man in front of her. "Good morning as well, A-Austin." Oh my gosh. She did not just stutter in front the love of her life.
The man chuckled so dreamily that Cali almost drooled on the spot. "What brings you here?" She asks as she plays with her finger feeling so nervous. "I don't usually see you in this part of town.."
Austin shook his head at her. "Nothing." He answered her with a smile still plastered on his face. "I just wanted to see you, that's all."
That.. Almost made Cali squeal there out loud but that would make the man find her creepy. "O-oh." All she could do was make an 'o' shape with her mouth.
The man laughed at her reaction. Her face was priceless with her cheeks tainted with red. "So, Cali.." Her her just died upon hearing him say her name. "I was wondering if.."
"If?" Cali, as impatient as ever, asks like she couldn't wait for him to say it.
He had a blush on his handsome face that he used his arm to cover his eyes which made him look more handsome in just ten seconds. "If.. I could treat you to dinner at seven in the evening later." Cali just gasped and her eyes went wide.
Austin Evans did not just asked her to dinner. In her mind and heart were both chaos. She can't believe that the love of her life was asking her to dinner. She laughed like a mad woman and looked at Austin.
"You're kidding right?" The man shooked his head with a smile. "Oh my gosh. You're not kidding." Suddenly she slammed the front door on Austin's face, still shocked. Her mind can't comprehend what just happened.
After she took a deep breath, she opened the door once more. There still stood the man she loves, grinning at her. "When is it again?"
Austin laugh a little and answered. "Seven at the evening." She blinked and processed everything in her mind.
Processing...
Processing...
Processing...
Ting! Scanning complete.
"Would you like to come?" He asked and she immediately nodded a couple of times.
"Yes, I do!"
Then.
After that dinner, she went out with Austin more than just a date or two. Those days and weeks turned into a month. That month was the happiest one yet of her life. They became official. She was officially his and in vise versa.
She was with a friend that day. She found it odd that this friend of hers became so distant before Austin and her had even been together. Cali has known this friend of hers almost all her life that it was so strange to find her being cold all of a sudden.
"So.." She looked up at her friend sitting across her. "Tell me, what's bothering you lately?" They were at their favorite coffee shop, the one they used to hang out at.
"It's nothing, Cali." She hated that icy tone of the woman in front of her. "I know it is not just nothing, Stella. Stop lying." Cali said sternly as she was losing her patience.
Stella, her friend, looked so cold and distant. Her eyes were dark and her lips doesn't have the smile she once had. "This is a waste of time." She stood up. "I'm leaving." With that, Stella left her dumbfounded.
Cali couldn't count the days that has passed her by. Sure she was happy dating Austin but she can't help but think about Stella. Her friend had been so dear to her. Weeks passed her by once more and she still doesn't know what to do. It has been two months since Cali and Austin became official.
The brunette went to his house to surprise him for their so called second 'monthsary'. The said lady was so happy that day that she nothing could even make that day bad, or so she thought.
She knocked on Austin's door-- no one answered. She tried once more but she couldn't hear anything. Only then did she noticed that the door was unlocked. Having the not-really-a-good-girl attitude she has, she made herself in.
She went to explore the house with a smile on her face. She felt the adrenaline rush as she looked around the love of her life's house. She went upstairs and came across his room.
Hearing some noises coming from the room she got curious. There were like glasses breaking and loud thuds. She put her ear on the door trying to hear what that was.
Her eyes widen upon hearing things in the room. Her tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "Please come back to me.." It was a cracked voice of Austin. It was like he had been crying and he still was.
What shocked her more was hearing the name of the girl he was begging to. "Stella.. Please come back to me.." Cali felt her heart breaking so bad that she thought that she can never recover from it and tears kept on streaming down her face.
'It couldn't be her, right?' She herself was in disbelief upon hearing that name. 'Must be a different Stella..' She kept on convincing herself.
But she confirmed it herself when she heard another woman's voice coming from the room. "Just.. Please, Austin.. D-Don't make th-this harder for u-us.. She l-loves you.." It was really her. It was Stella.
Cali felt like the other woman in the story. She wasn't the woman who owned Austin's heart. She was only sharing with the real woman who owns it.
"But.." She heard Austin stop for a while. "I-I love y-you." That was the last straw.. She had to leave. It hurts so damn much that she couldn't take it anymore.
So she ran. She ran as fast as she could, far away from the place. She looked like a mad woman running for dear life. But she was. She running because she knew that if she stayed longer, it would really kill her.
She's hurt. She is feeling pain-- no.. That wasn't the right term. It was agony. She is in agony. They broke her. They pushed her to the edge.
She started to think. 'Was that why?' Cali shook her head. 'Was that why she's been so cold to me?' It was so clear.
The next day...
The next day, Cali woke up feeling like the weight of the whole world was against her. She lazily went up and answered the door, where the continuous knocking came from. Behind her door was the man she didn't want to see anymore-- Austin.
"G-Good mo-" He was caught off by seeing her tired face and swollen eyes. "Are you alright?" As she heard him ask that question, she laughed in a such a bitter way.
"I'm fine." She answered coldly. "C-Can I talk to you?" The man stutters.
She smiled a not so genuine smile. "Yes.." She said, "Actually.. I also have to say something to you.." Austin's mouth turned into a shape of 'o'
"S-sure.. You g-go first." The ever so nervous man let her go first and she shrugged.
"Let's break up."
"What?" Austin was taken aback as he heard those words.
"I said, let's-" the brunette was about to repeat herself when Austin cut her off.
"I know what you said, Cali." His voice became serious and utterly cold. "What I meant to say was why?"
Cali shook her head. "I don't need to explain to you." With that she slammed the door in the man's face with so much force.
She slid down the door and broke down. She's been acting to be strong but the truth was, she isn't any closer to being strong. She was weak. She couldn't wait for him to tell her that he was breaking up with her. Call her weak and pathetic but she just couldn't put herself in any more agony.
She's tired.
She doesn't want any agony.
Her story wasn't any 'once upon a time- fairy tales' it was reality. The reality that there wasn't any happy endings. The reality that had tragedy and agony.
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On the Phone
*Pairing; JD x MC
*Genre; Smut
*Notes; Not entirely sure I have much explanation for this other then I wanted to? And yes, that is a part 1 you see up there because I was stuck on two ideas and I’m just doing both of them. So yea, enjoy, NSFW below the cut!
You purse your lips, rolling around in the bed, the covers feeling oddly cold and thin without having Jordan clinging on to you to warm you up. They were out of town with Razi- you were house sitting. You had forgotten what exactly they were doing, but Jordan was texting you every opportunity they got.
‘Missing u’
‘Love you babe xxx’
‘Its weird not having you here.’
‘I rlly rlly want to kiss you rn’
It had been an hour or so since you had hung up on your phone call to them before they went to bed, and you had done the same. Grace had texted you goodnight…..You sigh again and stretch out on the bed, before wrapping yourself up again.
You felt like you had only closed your eyes when you jolted awake again- a blush rising high up on your face when you realise you’re panting slightly, body very, very warm. You lean forwards on the bed, breathing deeply through your nose to try calm yourself down. Why the actual hell had to had a dirty dream?
…..You probably shouldn’t think on that too much.
You lean over and pick up your phone, checking the time - just past 2am - to notice a missed call from Jordan flashing up. You unlock the screen quickly, hitting the redial as soon as possible, pressing the phone close to your ear. It barely rings three times before there’s the sound of shuffling.
“Babe! What are you doing awake?”
Jordan didn’t sound tired at all, in fact they seemed more awake then when you had said goodnight to them.
“Dream,” You try pass it off quickly, “What the hell are you doing ringing me?”
They hum, more shuffling heard before they speak again, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, babe…I miss you.”
You can’t help but smile, a warm fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.
“Mmm, I miss you too.”
Jordan sighs softly, and you lie back on the bed, happy to listen to their even breathing. They hum again though, softly and lowly.
“I was asleep….but then something woke me up babe.”
You feel your heart pick up a bit and you bite your lip. There’s no way they were having a dirty dream as well. No actually, it was very possible. It was Jordan.
“It was weird….I woke up alone in here. But I rang you….and you were doing something very, very naughty.” Their voice drops, suddenly low and husky and you feel your face flush.
“Oh,” It’s all you can manage, and Jordan laughs.
“Mmmm. But you wouldn’t would you babe? You wouldn’t touch yourself without me there, would you?”
Their words make you shiver, make you heat up, just as if they were, hovering above you and kissing you with the heat of thousands of fires- their tongue playing over your teeth. They laugh at the silence, a small release of breath that you can almost feel ghost over your ear.
“It’s only been two days but it’s two days without being able to touch you….” They sigh, “Or tease you. See that pretty blush on your cheeks.”
You hum, that blush they’re talking about flushing your cheeks and Jordan keeps going.
“Mmm, I keep thinking of all the very, very dirty things I want to do to you. Usually I can just, put it in the back of my mind, but without you here….”
“Oh,” It’s all you can squeeze out and Jordan laughs again, sighing softly.
“Though...there is one thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, that we could do...right now.”
“I’m listening.” You can’t help the note of eagerness playing over in your voice. They were right, it had only been two days, but it was two days without being able to even touch them or lean on them like you would usually do.
“Hmmm. You’re in my bed, right?”
“Yea.”
“Good. I want you to get comfortable. That won’t be to hard, will it babe?” They’re grinning, you can tell and you roll your eyes at the teasing tone.
“It’s 2am, what other way do you think I am?”
Jordan scoffs, but you can hear shuffling again, as they presumably lie down or whatever.
“Well, for this. I need you to pretend that I’m there.” Their voice drops low, making you flush.
“That’s not very hard,” you try to tease, but it comes out kind of strangled. They laugh again, and their voice becomes a bit louder in your ear.
“Put the phone on loudspeaker, and put it on the pillow.”
You do as you’re told, putting the phone still close to your head, Jordan’s voice still loud in your ear.
“Mmmm. Good girl.”
The words send an automatic shiver down your spine, and you release a breath slowly.
“Ok, what do you want me to do now?”
“Mmm. Strip. Slowly.”
It’s weird, you know they’re on the other side of state - might as well be the other side of the goddamn world, but you know, - but, when you actually start to do what they say you can imagine they’re beside you. And you know exactly what they would do too- so almost automatically so do you.
You rid yourself of the top carefully, shimmying until you’re shorts join the top on the floor. You stop for a second, hands playing over the waistband of your panties, biting your lip and wondering. Your silence must voice an unasked question because Jordan laughs.
“Even the panties babe. No need to hesitate.”
You pull the material down, the cold room making itself known easily. The shiver that rolls down your spine when you fling the last piece of away has little to do with temperature though.
“Good. Hm, I think you know what I’m going to ask you to do next, babe.”
“I have an idea.” Jordan’s voice is deliciously dark, the teasing tone still lilting in their voice, but mostly taken over by simple want.
“Mmm, good girl.” Their voice purrs over the words, and you squirm a little, hips pressing into the bed ever so slightly. It was only two simple words, but said by Jordan, the promise behind them became very, very clear.
“Now. You’re hands are mine now, ok?”
“Yea.” You swallow, tongue running over suddenly dry lips. “Good.” You can see their smirk in your minds eye and you squirm again, “Run your hands down your neck, only gently now. Barely touching.” You follow the line of your neck, nails accidently scraping against your skin ever so slightly, but that just makes you suck in a sharp breath, a tremor rolling down your whole body.
“Down your collar….” You hands pass over your shoulders, hands slowing to a near stop as you approach your chest, lip suddenly caught between your teeth as you wait.
“Mmm. Down the middle of your chest. No touching, just yet.” They laugh breathily and you make a small noise of protest, following along even so.
“Now, now. If you're being a bad girl, I'll have to punish you.” That makes you snap your jaw shut, your lip returning to its spot of caught between your teeth.
“Mmmm, down to your hips babe.”
Your breath hitches audibly, wondering what they’re actually going to do- they haven’t teased enough, you think. Not nearly enough to let you touch yourself...quite yet. Well, you hoped at all.
“Stop. No touching yet, babe.” You make another noise of protest, a small whine. You can hear them laugh, but it’s interrupted by something akin to a pant and you flush bright red. Were they seriously teasing while they touched themselves?
“You will, don’t worry. Let me tell you what stuff I’ve been thinking of first, hm?”
“You just want to tease.” You mutter stubbornly, your fingers curling into small fists to prevent them from touching your hips, running along them in small circles like they had been.
“But you love me teasing you, babe. You’re always so slick when I finally give you what you want.”
That draws a groan from your throat, the sentence a very sudden reminder of the deep heat in your stomach, that’s making you squirm in the bed already. Jordan was a tease, but, yes, you did secretly love it.
You would never admit that to their face. You’d never hear the end of it.
“All I can think about all day, is you babe. All the dirty things I could be doing to you right there. Maybe I’d have to convince you onto the bed again, hm? Or maybe I wouldn’t give you much choice and throw you onto it.”
They groan lowly and you whine again, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Hm. We have a little missed time to make up for when I get back babe. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be marked, rawed and you won't have a voice.”
That draws a moan from your throat, hips pressing forwards, the heat burning in your stomach almost unbearable.
“Jordan, please.”
“Please what?” You can hear the smirk in their voice and you groan, trying to calm your breathing.
“Please let me touch myself.”
“You mean please let me touch you?” they laugh, before they moan lowly, inhaling sharply.
“Please.” You plead as sweetly as you can, and you hear them take another sharp breath in.
“Oh fine. You can touch yourself. But slowly. I don't want you cumming on me too soon do I?”
They hum, which dissolves into another low moan and you sigh softly in relief, fingers unfurling. You ghost your fingers over your thighs, before running them inwards. Your legs spread out on the bed, just as you dip your fingers into your folds, a small gasp being drawn from your throat.
“That's it baby, imagine it's me doing that to you, hmm? I want you to imagine me fucking you with my fingers.” they groan unabashedly, as if the imagine in their own head was as pleasing to them as it was to you.
You let out a low moan yourself, two fingers ghosting over your clit, before your press down a little harder- moving in slow, slow circles.
“Mm. I want you to imagine me with you babe. Pressing you onto the bed, laughing when your hips jerk and I have to pin them to the bed. Fucking you until you're screaming my name…”
You whimper, breath becoming more ragged by the second, hips jerking just like they said.
“Jordan…”
“Mm. Shit. You've no idea what you do to me do you babe? Hmm. No you don't. Make me so, so hot. And when you moan my name like that, it just does things to me babe.”
You hear them gasp sharply, letting out a small string of curses,  and you quicken your pace ever so slightly, head pressing back into the pillow as you feel the heat in your gut grow by the second, the image of Jordan flushed a slight red as they pressed their phone closer to their ear with one hand and while they touched themselves with the other making you groan throatily.
“Shit. It’s such--such a shame I can’t watch you babe. Watch your pretty little lips part when you-- when you pant, your fingers curling in the sheets.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck.” you gasp, back arching ever so slightly, your fingers pressing down ever so slightly.
“Just like that babe, fuck yourself for me. And faster, hm? Keep going, but I want you to tell me when you’re close--fuck--close. I want to hear you beg.”
You whimper, head tossing on the pillow, legs stretching as far apart as you can manage, moans and throaty groans of their name falling from your lips easily, and you can tell by their breathing that everytime it passes over your tongue that you’re pushing them closer and closer.
You let out a sharp cry as you change the angle you’re rubbing at, your release so close that you can practically grab at it, so close but at the same time you know there’s one last thing you have to do.
“Oh, fuck, Jordan please, please.” Your hips buck, and you try to fight the haze threatening to pull you under, give in to the pull of sweet release, “Please let me cum, oh fuck, please I’m so, so close. Please,”
“Ugh, shit--” Jordan inhales a sharp, ragged breath and you hear them let out a strangled moan, before you hear the string of curses they let out, repeats of your name floating through the air like a chant mixed in as they cum. You can hear a faint protest of springs on an old mattress and you whimper again, the image of Jordan withering and body bucking, face screwed in pleasure making you flare up even hotter then you were.
“Please, please, please Jordan. Oh shit please.”
“Cum.” It’s a simple, strangled command but the weight behind it makes you moan in relief, a sharp jut of your hips, along with the sound of Jordan’s ragged breathing and panting throws you over the edge.
For a second, it’s the pure bliss of pleasure, limbs freezing in place except for your fingers, hand determined to let you ride out the wave for as long as physically possible. Then your own curses slip through your lips, their name starting a mantra in the air of their own room, and you hear them laugh softly.
“Good girl.” They breathe and you finally relax back into the sheets, limbs heavy but a deep, satisfied feeling settling in your chest.
“Mmm. Thank you babe,” there’s a teasing lilt to their voice and you mumble a protest at it, but they continue on, “Make sure you cover yourself, hm? I’ll talk to you in the morning.”
“Love you.” You mumble, turning on your side, hand reaching to pull the sheets over your shoulders.
You hear Jordan laugh, but their voice is genuine when they speak again, “I love you too.”
You drift into a deep slumber, the sound of Jordan’s gentle breathing lulling you off until you don’t think anymore.  
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Something Borrowed, Something Blues 5 / ?
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / ?
I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!
...
When Ian woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
The covers were all rumpled and pushed down to the foot of the bed, the blue light on the coffeemaker was on, and the window was forced wider than it had been last night, wide enough to blow the curtains out into the room like a couple of very ugly snot-green-damask ghosts. Somehow, it was still unbearably hot in the room.
Ian patted the mattress beside him, but it was only about as warm as the rest of the room. He couldn't tell how long Mira must have been up before he was.
Ian pulled the pillow over his head and pressed his face into the mattress. The radiator's rattle was muffled, but he could still hear it, drumming out a syncopated rhythm. Every so often, a beat would turn into a hiss, and Ian held his breath until the next clunk or pop finally came.
He wasn't getting back to sleep. And he wasn't thinking of anything brilliant and beautiful and meaningful and human to say to his girlfriend when she became his wife. And it was way too hot under this pillow. 
Finally, Ian shoved the pillow off his head with a sigh, sucking in a long breath of fresh, relatively cool air. He lay still for a moment, bracing himself, before letting his arms, then his legs flop over the side of the bed.
The bathroom door was closed, so Ian started to pull on his clothes, thankfully (and maybe magically) dry after last night's hasty hand-wash in the tub. The coffeemaker turned out to be covered in buttons, all of which had little iconographic symbols on them, none of which seemed to correspond to the prompts on the device's tiny LCD screen. Ian jabbed at buttons at random until the screen froze, and then gave up.
"I'm gonna run down to the lobby and see if they have coffee," Ian said, rapping on the bathroom door. "You want any?"
There was no answer.
Ian gave the door another, harder knock. "Mira? You all right in -"
The bathroom door swung open under Ian's hand. The lights were off, and the room beyond was empty.
"Seriously?" Ian asked the empty hotel room. He cast around for a minute, before finding his phone in his back pocket, and fired off a text to Mira.
hey early bird, where r u?
He waited a few minutes, leaning against the doorframe, but didn't get a reply. Ian sighed, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
"Coffee first," he said, out loud, for no real reason than to hear a human voice in the hotel room, which, even with the clunks and rattles of the radiator, suddenly seemed unusually quiet. "Then whatever this is. But coffee first."
...
There wasn't, as it turned out, coffee in the lobby. Ian had to go into the restaurant attached to the hotel and actually order one. And at that point, he might as well just order breakfast too. Ian texted Mira to meet him at the restaurant or miss out on waffles, and then turned all his attention to his breakfast, resolutely ignoring the little sliver of worry building in the back of his mind. Alcor hadn't been hanging around annoying Ian, either. This wasn't the first time they'd disappeared on a cult bash or something without leaving so much as a note. Ian briefly entertained a thought of Mira showing up at the front desk of their hotel covered head to toe in blood. He wondered if that would get a reaction out of the front desk clerk.
Besides, there were all kinds of mundane reasons she might be gone. Maybe she was scouting out an officiant or a location for their hasty nuptials. Maybe Alcor had popped her over to Japan to pick up her wedding dress. Maybe she'd just gone out for breakfast with Rosa or Sun-mi. It wasn't usual for her not to text him back, but maybe she was just having such a good time that she'd forgotten to check her phone.
Mira hadn't decided that the whole idea of marrying him was cursed and backed out at the last minute. She wouldn't. At least, she wouldn't without telling him.
The waffles were delicious. Mira didn't show up.
...
The construction site was in an uproar when Sun-mi arrived. Apparently, a wizard had been in the day before to inspect the cave, but hadn't left any official record of the investigation and nobody could figure out who he worked for. To make matters worse, the wizard who had been called in had arrived to do the inspection, been told his services wouldn't be necessary because one of his colleagues had already been there, and had left annoyed. The upshot of all this, Sun-mi gathered from the information the site overseer spewed at her at top speed, was that it would be another few days or even a week before they'd have a solid assessment of whether and how they could start work again.
"Fucking ridiculous," the overseer complained, as she lifted the orange tape cordoning off the cave for Sun-mi to step under. "And now we've got press. Wonder what else can go wrong here. Maybe we'll have a surprise inspection, who knows."
Sun-mi offered an apologetic smile, but she couldn’t bring herself to focus much on the overseer’s litany of complaints. The hole in the side of the cliff consumed all her attention, drawing her eye like a black hole drawing light. There was something about the sight of it that unsettled her, a strange feeling she couldn’t quite put a name to, somewhere between enchantment and dread.
The overseer must have noticed where Sun-mi’s eyes went, because she cleared her throat, and Sun-mi realised she’d been quiet for a while. “Well, there it is. Never knew a hole in the ground could be such an almighty pain in the ass.”
Sun-mi had just enough presence of mind to pull out her phone and snap a few pictures of the construction site, the hole stark black and unnervingly out of place in its aggressively mundane setting.
“Guess you’ll be wanting a tour next,” the overseer said, a note of frustration in her voice.
“If at all possible,” Sun-mi agreed.
“It isn’t. Our wizard inspector was a fraud, we got no guarantee it won’t all collapse on top of you. Or turn you into a newt.” There was a relish in the overseer’s voice that made Sun-mi sure she was finally seeing a silver lining in her wizard problem. “You could try coming back later, but like I said, it could be a week before we can get somebody in here to look at it.”
“Oh,” Sun-mi said. She glanced over at the hole again, and tried to convince herself she was more disappointed than relieved. “That’s too bad.”
“Not that I care if you get turned into a newt,” the overseer said, without malice. “Damn reporters. Just one more thing I don’t need right now.”
“I’ll try not to take up too much of your time,” Sun-mi promised. “So how was this discovery made?”
“Marybeth!”
The voice made both Sun-mi and the overseer start, the overseer turning to face the approaching newcomers. Sun-mi glanced over her shoulder, but didn’t turn. There was something about the hole leading into the cliff that made her not want to turn her back on it.
The young man who skidded to a halt just outside the barrier of orange tape was breathing hard, but beaming. He waved the person who was following a little ways behind him forwards, but didn’t wait for them to catch up or even check to make sure they were following. “Marybeth! I found the wizard!”
“What?” the overseer - Marybeth - asked, looking over the young man’s shoulder at the person following him, and then let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, no. Rashid, that’s not -”
“No, no, the wizard we sent away yesterday!” Rashid gasped, seemingly starting to recover his breath after his mad dash. “He was still in town, he stayed the night, I caught him at the diner having breakfast and he’ll do the inspection for us now.” He beamed.
The overseer - Marybeth - didn’t look particularly impressed by this, but Sun-mi caught the shadow of a smile crossing her broad features. Sun-mi herself felt a flutter of excited apprehension at the news, and stole another glance at the cave. It hadn’t moved.
“For a hundred-dollar call-out fee,” the wizard interrupted, ambling up behind Rashid. Sun-mi took a moment to look him over. He didn’t look much older than she was, wiry and insubstantial, but there was a certain cast to his expression, a shadow of disdainful superiority, that she disliked instantly. “And travel expenses paid. I don’t like getting jerked around like this.”
“None of us do,” the overseer said shortly. “When I catch that so-called wizard...” She cleared her throat into her fist, letting the rest of the sentence dangle like a sword suspended in the air overhead.
“Whatever,” the wizard said, clearly not interested. “Are we doing this thing, or are we standing around here talking all day? My time is valuable.”
The overseer rolled her eyes, but stepped around Sun-mi, lifting the orange tape with a wordlessly-raised eyebrow. The wizard attempted to duck under it with dignified grace, and only half succeeded. He brushed simulcrete dust from his black dress pants, taking the yellow hard hat that Rashid offered and clearing his throat pompously before putting it on. A snap of his fingers, and a ball of bluish light appeared hovering just above his head. Another snap, and a tablet and stylus appeared in his hands with a small thunderclap of displaced air.
“Cool. Let’s get this over with,” he said, affected boredom filling his voice, and turned, walking fast into the black hole sinking into the base of the cliff. His light illuminated the cave around and a little ahead of him, rough rock and dangling stalactites gleaming wet in the dimness. After he’d taken a few steps and nothing had fallen on him or turned him into a newt, the overseer and Rashid followed him.
After a moment’s hesitation, fighting off a sudden and inexplicable reluctance, Sun-mi hurried after them.
...
Finally, finally, after what felt like hours and might actually have been, Ian's phone dinged. He nearly dropped it, fumbling to get it out of his pocket, but the message wasn't from Mira.
Ian let out a sigh as he tapped out a response to Rosa's complaint. If she was already so bored, then why had she bothered coming to town so early in the first place? He knew, of course, it was probably because of ancient demon magic, but still.
Stars, was there even anything left in his life anymore that wasn't because of ancient demon magic? Had there ever been? Even trying to get away from it had just brought him straight into the middle of another mess that had probably been set in motion centuries before he was even born, and Ian was sick and tired of it. Just once, he wanted to make a decision and be sure it was his idea, and only his idea. And that it wasn't going to bring about the end of the world.
His phone dinged again, and Ian sighed. He also wished Mira would start leaving a note or something when she had to go out on cult-bashes and other dark and terrible Mizar errands, like getting milk. He couldn't even lay the blame for this one on Alcor being petty, Mira just had her mind elsewhere half the time. She'd come back bursting with stories and he'd ask her, again, to let him know when she was going to need to disappear with no warning for several hours, and she'd very solemnly promise never the let it happen again. The very next time she had to go out, she'd leave a note, or text him. Then she'd forget all over again and they'd have to start over from the beginning.
Ian opened his new message. Rosa wanted to know if he could meet up to do something entertaining. Ian huffed out a sigh, and sent back a text telling her to meet him at the hotel in ten minutes.
Rosa was there in fifteen, with a holographic lipstick and a very pissed-off expression on her face. She stomped up to the door of the restaurant, slamming it open and throwing herself into the seat across from Ian.
"Transportation in this place!" she huffed, bringing up the menu on the tablet surface under the table glass. "You know I had to walk here?"
"The hardship," Ian said, and Rosa's eyes flicked up to shoot him a glare under her brows.
"I'm a celebrity, B- Ian. I don't walk places." She didn't seem to be able to completely wrestle down the smile, and quickly turned back to the tablet. "Tell me this place does a decent caramel macchiato."
"Don't know, haven't tried it," Ian said, and Rosa looked up, frowning.
"Where's Mira? What're you doin' eating breakfast so late, anyway? Aren't you two gettin' married today?"
Ian leaned his chin in one hand. "I'm actually not sure."
Rosa's eyes went wide and almost perfectly round, and she clapped a hand to her rosebud mouth. Ian groaned and buried his face in his hands.
"Beale," Rosa hissed. 
"Look, just don't ask, okay? I don't know, and I'm trying not to worry about it."
"Do you even know where she is?" Rosa demanded, poking Ian in the shoulder, hard. Ian shook his head, without removing his face from his hands. Rosa's gasp was audible. "Ian Thomas Beale! Why didn't ya call me right away? What the hell happened? Did y'all have a fight?"
"This is why I didn't call you," Ian groaned, finally lifting his head from his hands. Rosa paused mid-poke, but the look on her face said clearly that she'd gladly complete it if Ian said anything stupid. "Because I knew you'd worry, and make a big deal out of it, when I don't even know for sure that anything's wrong. It's probably just -" He paused, significantly, meeting Rosa's eyes like that might help her pick up on his meaning. " 'Tyrone' business."
A frown creased Rosa's forehead. "What, that skinny nerd y'all had with ya at the coffeeshop yesterday? Who is he, anyway? Mira ain't never mentioned anybody named Tyrone before, but she said she'd known him since - oh." Her eyes went wide all over again, though thankfully not in worry and outrage this time. "Ohhhh. Y'mean that was -"
"Shhhhhh," Ian said, leaning across the table to press a hand over Rosa's mouth before she could finish the sentence. Rosa's eyes narrowed, and something slimy and warm that could only be her tongue swept over Ian's palm. He yanked his hand back, wiping it hastily on his pants. "Okay, you're disgusting, but yeah. That's him, and I haven't seen him all morning either. They're probably just off together, doing - that thing they do."
Rosa batted her eyes innocently. "Disgustin'? That there's a perfectly natural bodily function."
"Just what I said. Disgusting." Ian gave up wiping his hand on his pants. "You know what, I'm going to the bathroom. Gotta wash the digestive enzymes off my hands."
"There aren't digestive enzymes in spit," Rosa scoffed, but she looked perturbed. Ian gave her his best, most perturbing grin.
"Wanna bet?" He pushed himself up from his chair, leaning across the table to rub the palm she'd licked on Rosa's rosy cheek before walking away from the table towards the bathroom.
Behind him, he heard Rosa make a little strangled noise, and then scrabble for the napkins.
...
The sunlight at the end of the tunnel was the most beautiful thing Sun-mi had ever seen. She stumbled towards it, bashing her knee against a stalagmite as she went. She barely noticed.
The air outside was fresh and warm and faintly pine-scented, a welcome relief from the stifling air in the cave. It had started out cold, like a mausoleum, in the tunnel leading through the rock, but the cavern at the end -
Sun-mi sucked in a long, deep breath of fresh air, leaning heavily against one of the stakes holding the orange tape in place around the cave.
"Hey, are you all right?" Rashid's voice called from behind her, and Sun-mi half-turned. Just the sight of the cave mouth, black and hungry, sent a fresh wave of sick terror through her. Out here in the sunlight, with the normal sounds of life all around her, it wasn't quite the all-consuming, driving force that it had been underground, but a shiver still ran through her at the sight of it.
"Seal it back up," Sun-mi rasped, a little astonished by the sound of her own voice and by the words coming out of her mouth. She deliberately shut her mouth and swallowed, trying to get the feeling of sandpaper out of her throat. "Nobody should be in there. Nobody should see that. It should be lost and forgotten forever. Seal it back up."
"That's what we want to do," the overseer said, emerging from that black hole in the side of the cliff. Her voice was as gruff and as unbothered as ever, but she crouched down next to Sun-mi (when had Sun-mi sat down? She wasn't sure) and put a broad hand on her shoulder. "You aren't some kinda psychic sensitive or something, are you?"
Sun-mi shook her head no. The strange terror that had seized her when she'd laid eyes on that cave painting of the wheel was starting, slowly, to fade, and she felt more and more embarrassed of her reaction with every passing second. When she tried to stand up, though, her knees still felt like they were made of very weak springs, wobbling in unpredictable directions and threatening to collapse at any moment. She sat back down on the dirt pile, silently mourning her pencil skirt.
"You have any idea what happened down there?" the overseer asked, almost kindly, and Sun-mi shook her head again. She should have brushed the woman's hand aside, should have composed herself and regained control of the situation, but - there was something very comforting about the hand on her shoulder.
The overseer and Rashid shared a look.
"Rashid, get back down there and make sure the wizard doesn't disappear," the overseer said, finally, before turning back to Sun-mi. "You got a friend or somebody I can call to come pick you up?" she asked. "I don't think you should go down there again."
Sun-mi started to shake her head no, again, but then remembered.
"I - I can call my friend Mira," she said. "I'm sorry about what I said, I don't know what came over me. Obviously that cave is a vitally important archaeological find, it would make no sense to seal it up again now that it's been found."
The overseer shrugged one shoulder. "It does if you're planning to build a tourist trap on top of it. Give your friend a call. I'll sit with you until she gets here."
"Thank you," Sun-mi said, and the overseer nodded.
"But we're not sitting on this dirt. Think you can make it over to the site office?"
...
Ian looked at his face in the mirror, and sighed.
The cold water tap took a couple of solid yanks, but finally it turned in his hand. The faucet shuddered, and then belched up a flood of icy water. Ian stared at it. It was brown.
"Hotel that's hundreds of years old, in the middle of a national park," Ian reminded himself, before leaning over to splash cold water over his face. It didn't exactly help, but it did make the buzzing restlessness of anxiety a little easier to ignore. It was fine. It was fine. The hotel probably drew its water from a well, and Mira was fine, she was with Alcor -
Ian straightened up, groping for a towel to dry his face, and saw Alcor's face reflected in the mirror just behind his right shoulder.
Ian swore, spinning around with his arm raised to hit the demon before he even really knew what was happening. Alcor yelled too, flailing backwards, and there was a confused moment before Alcor slipped on the tile floor and went flying into one of the stalls headfirst. There was a splash, and a gurgle, and Alcor emerged a second later, glowering up at his dripping hair until it dried, seemingly from the heat of sheer embarrassment. 
"Not one word," he grumbled to Ian, who had pressed a hand over his mouth to hold back the snicker.
"You have got to stop popping up behind me in mirrors like that," Ian said, in return.
“Maybe when your reactions stop being hilarious,” Alcor said, putting his pinkie into one ear and wiggling it around. When he pulled it out, a small waterspout shot out of his ear and splashed onto the tiles. Ian noticed that he hadn’t bothered to put on his ‘Tyrone’ body again. “How’s Mira doing? Did you guys finally settle on a venue?”
Alcor suddenly seemed very far away, down the end of a long tunnel. “I don’t know,” Ian said, but he could barely hear his own words over the hollow ringing that grew in his ears. “I haven’t seen her this morning. I thought she was with you.”
Alcor stared. “I thought she was with you.”
Ian’s limbs suddenly felt as though they were both leaden and light enough to drift off and float away. “It’s okay,” he heard himself saying, as if from behind a thick glass wall. “Maybe Rosa’s seen her. Or - maybe she’s with her other friend, Sun-mi -”
As if on cue, Ian’s phone started to ring. Ian and Alcor both stared at it, blank, for a long moment, before Ian finally picked the call up. “Hello?”
“Ian?” Sun-mi’s voice blasted out of the speaker. Ian winced. He’d forgotten he’d had the sound all the way up to play jazz in the kitchen two nights ago. “I’ve been calling Mira and she isn’t picking up - is she with you? Would you two come and pick me up?”
Ian and Alcor locked eyes over the phone’s glowing screen.
“You go get her,” Alcor said, finally. “I should be able to find Mira, wherever she is.”
“Hello?” Sun-mi’s voice echoed out of the phone speaker. “Who is that?”
“Mira’s friend Tyrone,” Ian said, hurriedly. “Look, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?”
“Do you not know where Mira is?” Sun-mi asked, and now she sounded anxious. Ian wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard her sound anxious before. As far as he knew, she had two modes: suspicious and sarcastic. “Please tell me you know where Mira is. I have -” She stopped, cleared her throat, and continued, sounding sheepish, almost like she was embarrassed of the words coming out of her own mouth. “A really bad feeling.”
“Me too,” Ian answered, honestly. “We’ll figure it out. Where do you want me to pick you up?”
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Introducing Zoya Mathur !
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T H E   B A S I C S
NAME :  Zoya Mathur
AGE :  23 Years Old
BIRTHDATE :  October 28th, 1996
OCCUPATION :  Yoga Instructor at the Renegade Gym & Exotic Dancer at Mayhem Maidens
OREIENTATION :  Heterosexual
MOTHER :  Sunaina Mathur
FATHER :  Unknown
SIBLINGS :  None
PARTNER :  None
HEIGHT :  5′5″
EYE COLOR : Chocolate Brown
HAIR COLOR :  Dark Brown
RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES :  Bright smile, big eyes
TATTOOS :  None
B A C K G R O U N D
TW : DRUG ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH DISORDERS
It is often said children are a reflection of their parents, shaped and scarred by their handling. Her mother would say Zoya got all the best of her, and Zoya has always prayed it wouldn’t become the worst of her. In the 80s Sunaina Mathur lived the life of a quintessential 70s hippie, living a nomadic life believing in everything and nothing, forever romanticizing and wandering aimlessly. When she was young her indecision and lack of responsibility harmed no one but herself, she was in love with nothing and everything all the time, going wherever her next whim might take her.
Though all that changed when she fell pregnant without the faintest clue from whom, and suddenly she found herself solely responsible for a tiny human, having been cut off and estranged from her own parents for years at that point she had no one to turn to. California just happened to be where she’d ended up around that time and for the first time she found herself having to permanently settling somewhere. Zoya was an extremely well tempered child to her relief, never fussy, and never needing more than she could provide. Everything was okay for a little while, they got by on limited means on her diner paycheck. Though that quiet life was so far removed from the life she led before Zoya, going wherever she wanted, making the best worst decisions, indulging on drugs, alcohol, men, woman, and the more she thought of it the further she began to fall into patterns of depressions and manic episodes.
Her patterns of restlessness and self destruction uprooted their lives in three different towns until they ended up in Charming, by far the smallest town they’d settled in thus far though definitely the easiest to get by in as well. Zoya was twelve by this time and slowly beginning to understand her mother’s quirks and patterns. Before she knew it she was not only looking after herself but her mother as well. Keeping her from making some of her worser decisions and falling back into the same holes as in the past. Zoya didn’t want to move somewhere new again, she didn’t want to have to keep readjusting to new surroundings only to leave when things were finally looking up.
She had nearly as much agency as an adult in their little family unit and she was able to keep them both afloat that way for sometime. Though Zoya never quite resented her mother up until that point, quite the contrary she made herself believe her mothers quirks were endearing. The good days always outweighed the bad, her mother when she was in her highs was so incredibly fun and full of life, most day her childhood was the sort most kids dreamed of ice cream for dinner, random late night adventures, paint parties, gorging on snacks with movies on a school night. All the things that made her mom the coolest among her friends. They did yoga together, binge watched bollywood movies and danced all night, she grew up romanticizing life in the way she saw in those very movies, choosing to see the best in her mother while laughing off the worst.
In high school it was especially easy since Zoya had a social life of her own, between her friends, the dance team, and rigorous gymnastics involvement her schedule was plenty busy. It was so easy for her to believe that her mother had finally settled down as well, she was dating someone for the first time instead of the random hook ups she knew little about, and with his help her mother even took the plunge and opened up her own ‘medical’ cannabis dispensary in town, having always been a bit of an expert in all things marijuana. What she hadn’t known at the time was the loan she had gotten for the business was not from any legal entity but from the local gang whom her boyfriend was a member of, and over time she became loosely involved in some of their drug operations herself. 
The whole matter became the first thing her mother well and truly hid from her completely, keeping her away from it all. Having no real interest in weed herself her moms business of growing and selling wasn’t all that interesting to her, and her mother encouraged her to stay away on account that she was a minor and she didn’t want to get in trouble over the fact. Two years later Zoya was graduating from highschool and had gotten a gymnastics scholarship to attend San Jose University a few short hours away. Her plans for what she wanted to do with her future were fluid at the time, as she explored her options and stuck to her love and commitment to gymnastics, any plans she was formulating came to a halting stop when she went home for the summer after her sophomore year to find out her mother was in shambles. Frantic, worried, and using god knows what concoction of substances again.
Things had gone south with the dispensary and she’d closed shop four months prior and was under investigation by local authorities. And if that wasn’t bad enough she also owed the gang upwards of a hundred thousand grand. Her solution? To drop everything and leave, and for Zoya to go with her so she could avoid any fallback of the whole mess. Zoya was confused, and more than a little concerned but refused to entertain any ideas of running from the problem before her mother told her the whole truth, thus learning for the first time about all the money she’d ‘burrowed’ from the wolves and just how much of a mess she’d gotten herself in. Zoya didn’t know what to do but she also didn’t want to run because she knew if they ran then, they’d always be running and her life would forever be derailed.
They argued about this for days as her mother’s paranoia and skittishness grew, then one  morning she woke to find the small one bedroom apartment empty, no trace of her mother other than a piss poor note saying little else other than sorry. Zoya was stunned and didn’t know what to do, or where to go from there. She was an adult but suddenly realized how little she actually knew about what meant, when her mother had taught her little to nothing about how to handle your shit. All she knew was she would not do what her mother did, she would never run from her problems but rather do what she needed to do to take care of things.
Her mother’s debt became her debt since she was no where to be found, what else was she supposed to say to them? The first job she found was working at the local gym as a yoga instructor, and another working night shifts at the diner. Even working as a babysitter wherever she had the time off. The online classes she was trying to keep up with had to be dropped, she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own and moved into a shared space. A year went by that way though she was buckling under the stress of it all never able to make substantial enough payments towards the debt and manage her expenses as well, and never wanting to be in the position where she couldn’t carry her own weight in the apartment or even admit to her roommates just how much she was struggling. Finally a couple months ago she hashed out a new arrangement with the wolves. She would start dancing at the Mayhem Maidens and they would keep nearly all her wages earned including tips and cut back on the accumulating interest so she can actually start to make a dent in the debt.
While she still finds herself struggling with the new gig, she’s not bad at it by any stretch. She’s always loved to dance, with her years of gymnastics and yoga she’s more than flexible enough to put on a good show. It’s just everything beyond the stage that gives her pause. All she wants is for this phase of her life to be over so she can go back to figuring out how she actually wants to live her life, and what she wants to do to make her mark on the world. And most of all she knows she doesn’t ever want to wake up one day, and realize her life is turning out to be just like her mother’s.
W A N T E D   C O N N E C T I O N S
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Literally anything, just hmu and we can work something out!
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