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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Parasite

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader♥️

Synopsis: Somethings wrong with Matt, and it’s scaring Y/N. When she figures out what’s wrong with him.Things take place that alter her life forever🩸

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTT. Vampire Matt, and uhhh some other vampire people can’t spoil anything though🖤. Just some vampire fucking, but nothing crazy🦇

Song for the imagine: Change(In the House of Flies)-Deftones

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Now you feel so alive

I’ve watched you change

It’s like you never had wings

Something was off with Matt lately he was hanging around with a sketchy crowd, and suddenly he wasn’t himself anymore. Chris and Nick had hung out with this crew too, but they didn’t act how Matt was acting.

He was honestly frightening. All I remember was Chris and Nick had gone away with these guys, and came back, and then Matt went away with them, but when he came back it just wasn't really right.

I would hang out with them, but then they would go through these weird phases of not really talking to me, or being seen. I tried to ignore it because maybe I was trying to make myself believe something was there when it truly wasn’t.

When I didn’t see them they were with those weird guys they were friends with. I honestly thought they were either doing or selling drugs, or maybe both. Whatever it was, I chose to stay out of the way of their life decisions; it wasn't really my business.

I only started to get truly concerned when Matt’s appearance changed. I mean all their appearances changed, but Matt….his was the most noticeable. Everyone noticed it, but never said anything to him about it….they were afraid?

He went from having soft cheeks, and warm blue eyes and heart warming smile to pale, with sunken cheekbones and icy sunken in dead eyes….the dead eyes scared me the most. They were so frightening often times I couldn’t look at him for too long

His personality changed as well; he went from bubbly and bright and talkative to quiet, mean and mysterious. The surrounding girls in our lives found it hot and mysterious. I found it out right, strange and weird….this wasn’t Matt.

I was really scared he was messing around with drugs or something because he completely changed, and it wasn’t for the best.

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a week as they ghosted me and went MIA to go be with those guys. I really wished they’d just stop honestly. I didn’t want to lose my friends over some weird people

I was currently sleeping, and I was having vivid dreams of Matt screaming and pleading for help, but I couldn’t see him in my dreams everything was just black

Suddenly Matt’s face appeared in my dreams with red eyes and a scary grin “WAKE UP” he yelled, and suddenly I jumped out of my sleep

“What the fuck” I said rubbing my eyes, and turning my lamp on that’s on my nightstand

As my eyes were adjusting to the light I looked down at my clock 3AM….chilling, unholy hour. I felt a presence in my room, but I chose to shake it off

“I know you feel me” I heard someone say, and my head snapped in the direction of the person. It was Matt sitting at my window sill

“Matt? How’d you get in here?” I asked rubbing my eyes again to make sure I was awake

“You should really lock your windows” he said deeply

“Matt, I'm on the second floor, how’d you get up here?” I asked getting frightened

“I told you, you should lock the windows” he said again standing up from the window sill

“You’re scaring me okay, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you’re not the same person I used to know” I said sitting up fully

“It took me a while to figure out what I am too” he said still sitting in the darkness, only the moonlight casting light against him

“What do you mean what you are?” I asked him

“You don’t know?” He asked tilting his head

“Whatever sick joke this is please stop it” I said getting annoyed

“This isn’t a joke…” he said to me

“Matt I’m scared, and if you say one more creepy thing I’m running out the door” I said to him

“Come on don’t be like that, I just want to talk to you” he said in a whisper

“Fuck this” I said and got up running to my door, but before I could open it Matt just appears behind me, and shuts the door

“Matt let me out” I said with my back still to him

“I can’t let that happen” he said sending chills down my spine

“I’ll hurt you” I said

“You can not hurt me” he said chuckling

I turned around to answer him, and when I did I wish I hadn’t. His eyes were no longer blue, but pitch black

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” I said sinking under his arms and running back to my bed

“How do you not know?” He said looking over at me

“Because this is the real world, and I’m so fucking scared right now” I said shaking

“I’m not going to hurt you….” He said walking over to me

“You’ve been acting weird lately, you look different, you disappear and now your eyes are black” I said shaking my head at him

“Exactly…don’t you know what I am?” He said smirking at me

“This isn’t real” I said looking at him

“It is real, say it you know what I am” he said to me

“You’re not a vampire” I said scoffing at him

“I am….and it’s been two weeks since I’ve lasted tasted blood, and yours smells sweet” he said licking his lips

“This is bullshit this is not real” I said pinching myself to try and snap out of it

“We are vampires, and we want you to join us” he said sticking his hand out

“Join who?” I asked him

“Chris, Nick and I….it would be a shame if you didn’t” he said

“You’re not a fucking vampire, vampires are myths” I said pushing his hand away

“Not true” he said shaking his head

“Show me then” I said

He came over and sat next to me looking at me with his dark eyes, opening his mouth and letting his fangs come out

My eyes widened and my mouth got dry

“Real enough for you baby?” He asks tilting his head

“I….I don’t know how to feel” I said looking away

“You feel scared and….aroused?” He said raising his brow at me

“Get out of my head” I said trying to push the feeling away

“It’s hard your thoughts are screaming at me” he said

“What do you want from me?” I asked

“I want to turn you, and maybe fuck you too” he said brushing my hair out of my face

“I don’t know Matt” I said shaking my head

“Oh come on, you can always be with Chris and Nick and I, and you’ll be immortal…sounds stupid but I promise you’ll love it” he said

“And if I say no?” I asked

“I can hold out, but not for much longer” he said looking over my body

“You really want me to fuck you” he blurted out

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I can’t….its literally screaming at me” he said

He pushed my hair over my shoulders, and leaned in kissing my neck

“Come on” he said ghosting his fangs over my neck

“Oh god” I sighed out

“No god here, just me” he said licking my neck

“OK ALRIGHT!” I said snapping out of it

“I’ll let you turn me, but we should fuck first” I said looking at him

“I like the way you think” he said looking at me darkly

He pulled me in by my neck immediately smashing our lips together in a heated make out session, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance

Matt stood up removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt before coming back down and crashing his lips to mine

I had pulled away to remove my shirt, and scooting back onto my bed laying there in just my underwear

“Mmm so beautiful” he moaned out licking his lips as his eyes got darker

He slid his jeans off and came over to me on the bed crashing our lips together once again before kissing down my neck and to the valley of my breasts, allowing his fangs to skim over my skin

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out

“I know baby” he said against my skin causing me to squirm

He licked up the valley of my breasts till he got to my right breast taking the nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it

“Matt” I moaned out in a whisper

He went over to my left breast and did the same while rubbing his hands up my sides

He slowly started to kiss my my stomach down to my underwear before laying a kiss to my clothed pussy

“Fuck” I moaned out pulling his hair

This caused him to look up at me “ow” he said as his fangs descended

“Sorry baby” I said easing up on the pulling

“Be careful causing me pain…my fangs naturally come out that way” he said licking over his fangs with his tongue

“My bad” I said biting my lip

He removed my underwear, and grazed the inside of my thighs with his fangs

“So sweet” he said licking my thighs

“Matt please I need you” I said squirming beneath him

He leaned down immediately attaching his mouth to my cunt, licking and sucking at my clit

“shitttt” I moaned out bucking my hips forward

He pulled back allowing his fangs to graze over my cunt

“Matt….” I said getting scared

“Don’t worry baby I would never hurt you” he said looking up at me

He came back up to make out with me

“I need you now” he said pulling away

“Fuck me matt, please” I mewled out

He slid his boxers off, sliding his hand against my cunt to use my arousal as he jerked himself off

“So good to me” he said moaning and throwing his head back

He slowly brought his dick to my entrance sliding in slowly

“Fuckkk” we both moaned out at the sensation

Matt allowed me to adjust to his size before thrusting in out of me. Not too fast and not too slow

“Shit you feel so good” he panted into my ear

“Fuck baby” I said gripping onto his back scratching down

“Mmmm” he said allowing his fangs to come out from the pain

He kept pounding into me, all that could be heard was our heavy breathing and our skin smacking

I started to clench down on him feeling all too good

“Keep doing that baby I’m going to cum” he said as he thrusted into me harder

“Mmm Matt” I moaned out biting my lip slightly drawing blood

Matt’s head perked up, and his eyes got really dark, immediately licking my bottom lip

“Don’t tease me” he said moaning and breathing in through his nose

“I didn’t mean to” I said looking at him

Matt started to thrust into me harder, and he snaked his right hand down to my clit rubbing as he thrusted faster

“Shit I’m going to cum, keep doing that” I said bucking my hips again

He kept thrusting as he rubbed my clit harder and faster

“Shit shit shit” I moaned out letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby cum for me” he said letting his jaw fall too as he thrusted hard

“I’m cumming fuckkkk” I moaned out clenching down on Matt dick as I came. My back coming off the bed as my legs began to shake. Holding eye contact with Matt as my mouth fell slack, and I came

He helped me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking his own dick

“I’m gonna cum” he said stroking his dick faster

“Cum for me Matt” I said to him

And within two more strokes he came all over my lower stomach. Moaning my name, and holding eye contact as his eyes grew even darker

We both came down from our highs, and Matt cleaned me off. And then we got dressed. He laid down next to me

“I’m ready Matt” I said looking over at him

“You sure?” He asked looking at me

“Yes Matt I’m sure” I said to him giving him a smile

“I’m going to give you my blood first, and then I’m going to bite you. When I suck your blood you will start to die, but my blood will take over, and turn you. It won’t feel good, but slowly you’ll start to turn within a few hours” he said

“Whatever you have to do, do it” I said to him

He nodded his head, and sliced his two fingers with his fangs, bringing his fingers to my mouth allowing the blood to fall to my lips, and on my tongue

He then sunk his head down to my neck, and bit me

“OW” I kind of yelled out

Matt kept drinking my blood, and my vision was getting blurry as I felt myself slipping away. It all went dark, and then suddenly I woke up

“WHAT HAPPENED” I said shooting up

“You died, and then came back and then fell asleep” Matt said looking at me. His blue eyes coming back

“What time is it?” I asked him

“It’s 10am” he said smiling at me

“I slept for that long” I said shocked

“Well you were dead for a good portion of it” he said laughing

“I don’t want to hear that” I said and then suddenly grabbing my head

“FUCK” I yelled out

“This is the fun part, I’ll sit back and watch you” he said leaning against my wall

My head started to hurt so bad, and I felt sick. My vision going in and out as I saw all my memories flash through my mind

“Oh GOD” I yelled out gripping my head

I jumped out of the bed

“MAKE IT STOP” I said falling to my knees

“It’s almost over” Matt said

Suddenly I felt my fangs coming in, and my eyes twitching. I got up and ran to my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My fangs were coming down, and my eyes were black as I was changing

Suddenly it all stopped, and my fangs went away my eyes turned yellow, and suddenly back to my natural eye color

I walked out of the bathroom trying to catch my breath

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Hungry” I said with a blank stare

“We have some stuff to take care of, let’s get ready” he said smirking at me

The End

Aiii bitches how do we feel about vampire Matt. Personally I think it’s hot, but I got my own issues LMFOAOAOA. Hope yall enjoyed this 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut #Spotify

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misthogansnk · 6 months

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“You will never be her.”

Syzoth x f!reader part 1?

Warning: Sadness, trauma, contempt and attempted punishment, reader's point of view.

Previews: You discover you're pregnant and can't wait to tell your husband, even though the past comes back like a storm.

You and Syzoth quickly established a friendship once you met, despite all adversities and thanks to Lord Liu Kang, you were supportive and helpful in helping Syzoth adapt to the land during her stay there.

It didn't take long for the feelings of friendship to turn into something more, something romantic. Long talks under the stars, walks holding hands, eh even the sweet taste of the first kiss, which he gave you the day before his return to Outworld where he would be appointed as an emissary. Not even a week had passed when you were summoned by the new empress, Syzoth had expressed her feelings for you, which caused her, in gratitude for your collaboration with Liu Kang's champions, to offer you a position at court as one of his advisors and thus be able to be close to him, or as you called him “my Syzoth”.

Although he traveled a lot to be the emissary, his relationship with you blossomed, passion left no room for waiting, making love with him was something so beautiful and special. The old wise men had warned that due to their Zaterran nature it was almost impossible for you to get pregnant, your pregnancy was not compatible with that of a reptile.

So you didn't worry about it, time passed, Syzoth returned from Zaterra hungry for you.

“Y/n? My treasure, where are you? He asked approaching the garden of the royal palace, he knew that she usually spent the afternoons in her absence reading a book among the flowers. “Love, you're finally back…” I suddenly noticed that he had a beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers, similar to tulips on earth, and he was slowly kneeling before me. “I finally got full acceptance from my people, well, not that I care, but I want to do things right and I just wanted to ask you if… do you want to marry me?”

His emerald green eyes penetrated my soul, my body trembled and I only managed to throw myself at him and hug him, “yes, yes, of course, my love.”

And so it was, we got married two months later, it was strange, it was the first time in a long time that the Zaterrans were together with the warmbloods under the same roof, Mileena was very kind to allow us to celebrate our wedding in her palace.

Syzoth promised me that he would take care of me, that he would not allow anything bad to happen to me, of course, he had already lost his family. He never wanted to talk about that topic with me, I thought that little by little he was overcoming his pain, I never asked him, I didn't want to hurt him with his own past... I thought that his wounds were healing but I was wrong.

It wasn't long until I became sick, nauseous, dizzy, I never imagined it was a life growing inside me. It wasn't until a trip to Earth that my discomfort worsened, my friend Ashrah raised the possibility that she was pregnant, oh my Argus no! That was impossible, right? I ran to take a pregnancy test before returning home, I had to take advantage of being on earth and the result made my blood run cold, positive, something I thought was impossible. She was pregnant! I had to tell my husband, a new beginning, a new life growing inside me. Once I crossed the portal, I ran towards my house, and there he was happy, waiting for me. As soon as he saw me, he ran towards me and kissed me passionately. His arms gave me the purest feeling, true love. It wasn't until I broke the kiss, panting and avoiding further heating up the matter that I knew would end up between the sheets of my bed when I decided to tell him “Syzoth! “I'm pregnant, we're having a baby!” My eyes full of tears of joy and my warm smile collided with a face of bitterness and disgust, I felt him walk away from me abruptly.

“That's impossible, it's a lie,” he sighed and then clenched his fists tightly, hitting the wall hard.

“Love, I'm pregnant… it's not a lie” my face was petrified but I still approached him and touched his shoulder, instantly his eyes fell on me, with disappointment, anger?

"I thought it would make you happy to have a family with me."

“I already had a family!” He pushed my hand away and covered his face. His tears broke my heart, but his words, the bitter taste they left in my mouth, I will never forget.

“You don’t understand y/n! I betrayed them! Replace my wife! And now to my son!! Syzoth fell to his knees and without saying another word he burst into tears, an agonizing scream, finally the accumulated pain had resurfaced, it was an unprocessed grief that he never brought to light, a time bomb.

"I'm sorry... I..." my body shook and my voice broke, not knowing what I should do, I just tried to hug him, it was useless, I wouldn't let him get close to me, The other person grabbed me by the shoulders and looked at me with a deeper look. Sad that I've never seen it.

“I loved them, and I changed them for someone like you, and now they will think, no! My little! I'd think his father forgot him and traded him for another boy! You will never be her!! And that child you carry in your womb WILL NEVER BE MY LITTLE LITTLE ONE! You understand! What did I do? Wow, they didn't deserve that, their death, they didn't deserve it, I should be with them now, the three of them being happy, I failed them." He was finally getting rid of his pain, but it was too late for me, my body. I trembled, his words They were a dagger that tore my flesh and my soul. It hurt me, was I a usurper? My body did not respond but the tears did not stop flowing from my eyes. I could not react. It wasn't until I was finally able to let out a sob in the midst of so much bitterness and that lump that got stuck in my throat that he reacted, he looked into my eyes with regret for his words, he had realized what he had told me. . . “Y/n, I didn't want to, it wasn't my intention, I love you, I just…” without saying more words he hugged me tightly, but my body didn't react, I wanted to run away. , I wanted to disappear from that place, I was breathless, now I didn't want to know anything, I felt like I was in a farce, in a failed attempt to heal a wound, I didn't want to replace anyone. , I just wanted to form a new story, my story, my life. I got up with the little strength I had left and headed towards the door. Syzoth hugged me, he didn't want to let go, I tried to clarify his reaction but...

“My love, no! y/n, I'm so sorry... I thought I could rebuild my life and heal with you but I will never stop thinking about them, you will never be her, and that's okay but it's not the same. I feel so guilty. ..” I stopped him, I didn't want to hear any more “my son is not a replacement, I'm sorry for being a failed experiment in punishment, I'm sorry for believing this son would be as loved by me as he was by you.”

I swallowed my tears, it hurt me but I took courage and got out of there, he didn't follow me, I just saw him collapse on the ground defeated, maybe we both needed a little solitude, if only he had told me about his pain. I would never have let such a storm come to this point that tormented his heart. My doubt, did he ever love me? I will never be her, I may never have a place in her heart.

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nadinebrooks · 1 year

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

You Realize You Like Him

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

"Hey (y/n)?" There came a timid voice from above me. I was sitting on a couch reading a couple of chapters from a book I had picked up from the library this morning. Looking up I saw Ron Weasley nervously standing in front of me as if he had something to say. He awkwardly rocked back and forth between his feet. I had never seen him like this before.

"Hey Ron. Did you need something?" I closed my book and focused all my attention to him. Even though the book had started to get good, it could wait.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me? It's totally fine if you don't want to. I would understand."

"Did you wait too long to ask the girl you actually wanted to go with?" I chuckled wishing that he had asked Hermione to go with him instead. I though the two of them were destined to be together.

But Ron had waited too long and she ended up going with Viktor Krum. I don't think he knew that though. She for sure would have gone with him if he had made a move though.

"If I said yes would you still go with me?" He sheepishly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah." I giggled, " Of course I'll go with you Ron."

"Thank you (y/n)." He let out a sigh of relief, "I'll meet you at 7:00 in the common room." I watched as Ron walked off to tell Harry the good news and I couldn't help but smile a little at his actions. He was adorable.

Over the past couple of weeks I noticed that there had been this slight tension between Ron and Harry. I thought that it had to do with Harry being dragged into the spotlight once again, but Hermione told me it was because Harry didn't get to take the person he wanted to the ball. I was instantly curious at who this person was. Cho Chang maybe?

The night of the ball, Hermione and I helped each other get ready. She had to leave before me since she had to meet Viktor somewhere. I spent a couple more minutes fixing my makeup until I realized I was going to keep Ron waiting. I touched up my hair one last time before quickly walking out of my room. I found Ron waiting in the common room with Harry.

"Wow." Ron and Harry said in unison when I walked up to the them. I giggled and jokily rolled my eyes. It must've been a shock for them to see me all dressed up like this.

"You look really nice." Ron grinned holding out his arm so I could loop mine with his. I wasn't sure if I was just imagining this but it seemed like Harry had this annoyed look on his face.

The whole night went way better than I could have expected. Ron was the perfect gentleman and he was a much better dancer than I could have imagined.

After dancing for a while we both started to get thirsty, so he went to go get us some drinks. As a slow song started playing, I headed to go sit down until Harry asked me to dance. I nodded and followed him out to the floor. I told myself one dance and then I would go back to Ron. I was his date after all.

I couldn't help but smile as Harry wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed my hand. He wasn't as good of a dancer as Ron was, but I figured Molly had taught him how to dance.

"I just want to say you look absolutely beautiful (y/n)." He blushed bright red and spun me around. "I didn't get to tell you that earlier."

"Thank you Harry." I whispered and before I could stop myself, I rested my head on his chest and I felt him rest his chin on the top of my head. When the song was over, I got out of his grasp and decided it was time to go find Ron.

Walking away from Harry, there was a smile on my face that wouldn't go away for the rest of the night.

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

I absolutely hated being sick. I try not to use the word hate, but one thing that I do hate is being sick. Whenever I am sick, I feel like I took for granted all those times I wasn't sick. My head was throbbing, my nose was runny, and every time I took a shallow breath, I could feel my lungs rattling around in my chest.

It was my own fault though. I had brought this illness upon myself. I had no business playing out in the snow without a jacket. I thought back to yesterday's events.

The second I realized it was snowing, I ran outside with some of my closest friends. Luna Lovegood tried to tell me to bring a jacket down, but I was too excited to listen to her. I just wanted to build some snowmen.

We stayed outside for a while until I realized that I should have listened to Luna. Once I had gotten up from my snow angel, I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. I stood there shivering for a moment until Ron Weasley walked over to me.

"I have an extra sweater if you would like to wear it." He offered holding out a green sweater with a gold R stitched across the front. I took the sweater and slipped it over my head before placing a quick kiss on his cheek. I watched as he turned bright red and I ran off to participate in a Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw snowball match.

This morning I woke up still wearing his sweater, but feeling absolutely awful. When I opened my eyes, I could feel a searing pain shoot through my head. I closed my eyes again hoping the pain would go away, but it didn't. I needed to get to the infirmary.

I was going to need to see Madam Pomfrey. There was no way I could get over this sickness by myself. I managed to climb out of the bed, slip into some comfy pants, and stagger to the infirmary. I collapsed on the floor shivering and Madam Pomfrey quickly rushed over to me and helped me get into a bed.

"You children do realize this will happen if you play in the snow without proper attire." She scolded.

"I promise I won't happen again." I managed to get out before collapsing onto the bed. I groaned thinking about all the classes I was going to miss today. They were going to be bombarding us with homework.

Madam Pomfrey came back to me holding a mug with a steaming liquid inside. I took a cautious sip not expecting it to taste like peppermint hot chocolate. I quickly downed the rest of it and passed the mug back to her.

"You should start feeling better in about a day or so. You've got a nasty flu from being out in the cold. I suggest you get comfy." I nodded and looked around the infirmary for anyone else to talk to, but it was just me. I guess everyone else was smart enough to bring a jacket outside yesterday.

I ended up taking a little nap and when I woke up, I saw Ron Weasley standing in the doorway arguing with Madam Pomfrey. I couldn't hear them, but it looked as if he was trying to get it and she wasn't having it. Eventually she gave in and told Ron he had "20 minutes to talk to his friend".

He rushed over to me shoving a sheet of parchment paper in my face. "Look (y/n). Look."

I grabbed the sheet and looked at it to see a bold O written on the top of it.

"This is the exam for Charms that you helped me study for. I've never gotten an O on anything until you started helping me. I know I can be difficult to study with but I just wanted to thank you."

"You're welcome Ron." I managed to croak out beaming at how excited he was.

"You're still wearing me sweater." He pointed out taking the exam back from me.

"Oh." I had completely forgotten about it. I got ready to pull it off and hand it back to him, but he stopped me.

"No, you can keep it. I have tons of them. I'll ask my mom to make you one too. Besides. I think you look cute in it."

"Really?"

"Really." Ron nodded earnestly back his face taking on a pinkish tint. I couldn't help but grin. I was starting to develop a little crush on Ron Weasley.

Draco: Slytherin, pureblood, year below

I have absolutely no idea what Draco's favorite color is. I did a little research and I found multiple answers that ranged from black to emerald green. The most common answer that I did find was red so I'm rolling with that. If anyone knows what it really is, please let me know.

"You look lovely (y/n)." Blaise addressed walking up to me.

"Why thank you." I flashed him a huge smiled doing a little curtsey. "You look quite dapper if I do say so myself." I was not lying at about that. Blaise looked good.

Everyone knew that he was a very attractive guy. Girls and guys alike were constantly throwing themselves at him. I knew that he was waiting on the perfect girl. Contrary to what people believe, Blaise was not someone who liked to play with girl's emotions. I couldn't wait to meet the lucky person that stole his heart.

My family put on these huge pureblood balls twice a year which I found to be rather boring. Witches and wizards from all over the world came out to attend their balls. One of them was during the summer and another was during the winter months a couple of days after Christmas.

When I was younger, I loved the balls. I loved getting dressed up and enjoying all the fancy things that my parents kept hidden every other day of the year.

But as I got older, I realized the balls were mostly for me. They were hoping that I would find someone at their balls I could end up marrying. I didn't understand why they so desperately wanted me to marry a pureblood since I wouldn't be carrying on the family name. That was the job for my older brothers.

"I noticed that you're wearing red. Which so happens to be Draco's favorite color." Blaise smirked taking a couple of sips of his champagne.

"I had no idea." I mumbled snatching a glass of champagne off the tray one of the waiters was carrying. Blaise didn't say anything, he just threw his head back and laughed. He knew that I was lying. Whenever he laughed you couldn't help but join in. I placed a hand over my mouth trying to quiet my giggles.

I knew that Blaise and I should be mingling with the other members of the party, but we didn't want to. We were happy just talking to each other. The two of us laughing caused almost everyone around us to look over and us and stare. I noticed a couple of girls who had their eye on Blaise were glaring at me. They had nothing to worry about. I had absolutely no interest in him.

"What about her?" I suggested gesturing over to a girl with long dark curly hair. "She's pretty."

"She is." Blaise shrugged and then let out an agitated groan. "My parents are calling me over to talk to this girl. I'll be back to check up on you and the Draco situation." Seemed like Blaise's parents had the same idea as mine.

There was no Draco and I situation which I had to keep reminding him about. I had always thought Draco was cute, but I'm not really sure how he felt about me. I thought he was going to end up dating Pansy, but they never did.

I wanted Draco to notice me in the way that I noticed him, but I knew that he only saw me as a younger sister. I stood off to the side sipping my champagne watching all these girls flock around Draco. but He looked bored. It looked as if he had absolutely no interest in whatever they were saying. I couldn't help but swoon at how amazing he looked in his black tux.

"He's not interested in them, you know?" Blaise was back. "He's only ever been interested in one girl."

"Are you sure he doesn't just see me as a little sister?" I nervously rocked back and forth on my heels. I was starting to get nervous watching all these gorgeous girls try to talk to him.

"I'm positive (y/n)." He promised. When I was sure that no one was looking at us, I grabbed Blaise's arm and dragged him off to one of the bathrooms.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and attempted to make myself look better. I touched up my makeup, readjusted my hair, and sprayed on some more perfume.

"How do I look?" I turned around to face Blaise giving him a little spin so he could take in my entire appearance.

"You look exquisite (y/n)." He replied. He said it with such certainty that I had to believe him.

"Thank you." I whispered nervously fiddling with my fingers. I could hear some music start playing and everyone start shuffling around looking for a partner. "Should I ask him to dance?"

"He would never turn you down." We walked back out of the bathroom and Blaise sat his empty glass on a passing tray. I scanned the crowd to see him standing by a window trying not to get himself noticed. "I'm so nervous."

"Wow." Blaise let out a low whistle. "You really do like him."

"Yeah." I nodded confirming his suspicions and taking a couple of steps in Draco's direction, "I really do."

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hopelesswritergall · 2 years

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how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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can u do an imagine with steve based on the song head over heels by tears for fears?? it would be so cute 😭

summary: Steve is head over heels for a girl that simply cannot seem to let go of her past. Until she finally meets it face to face.

word count: 2720

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (mostly from his POV)

tw: NONE JUST SO SWEET AND SO MUCH FLUFF!! I LOVE THIS ONE

a/n: Go check out this song! It’s about a man who falls in love with a woman who holds all of the cards/doesn’t seem to be that interested in him. He seems to be throwing away all good things in his life at the thought of her. This is my twist on those lyrics.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the new employee here. Kieth told me to ask for..” You looked down at the paper he’s given you a few days prior. “Steve Harrington? He’s supposed to train me.”

“That’d be me!” Steve said, without turning around from the computer. “Give me a sec to type this last thing in here.. Okay, hi! Welcome to-“

Holy shit.

He felt like someone kicked the air out of his lungs with just one look at you. You were easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, which surprised him since you were anything but his type. You wore a graphic tee under a loose flannel shirt with ripped, black jeans. But the grundy exterior almost didn’t match that sweet smile and doe eyes gaze that looked back at him. Boy, was he in trouble.

“Family Video?” You offered.

“Mhm,” He nodded, all too aware of just how dry his mouth suddenly felt. “Let me, uh- Could you just wait here for a moment?”

“For sure,” You spoke with ease, making it incredibly evident that he didn’t have nearly the same effect on you. You twirled around gracefully and began looking through the store as he all but tripped over his own feet on the way to the back room.

“Robin!” He whispered as she brought a spoonful of food to her mouth. She furrowed her brows and put the spoon down.

“Are you sick?” She asked, standing up to check his forehead temperature.

“What? No!” He swatted her hand away. “The new girl that Keith told us about? She’s here!”

“Okay, so?”

“So, I need you to come out there with me so that I don’t make a complete fool out of myself!”

“Oh, Steve,” She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as if she were about to lend him words of encouragement. “She’s bound to find out you’re an idiot some day.”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes. “Come on!”

“But I haven’t finished my food!” She pouted as he dragged her out of the break room. “Besides, since when do you need help- oh… Wow.”

“Y/N, this is our coworker Robin. Robin, Y/N,” Steve said as they approached you. You turned around and smiled.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Robin,” You stuck out your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” She shook your hand. “Steve asked me to take charge of training you today-“

“I’m sorry- what?” He blinked.

“Yeah, he’s not feeling too well,” Robin nodded sadly. “He might even have the flu, so I’d keep my distance.”

“I- Hold on. I do not have the flu!”

“-You see that room back there? Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll catch up with you in a second and start all of the training videos for you!”

“Okay, thank you,” You chuckled, picking up on their odd energy, and headed that way.

“What the hell, Robin?!” He hissed as soon as you disappeared behind the door.

“I’m just trying to rule out the possibility that she might be gay,” She shrugged. “I’m looking out for you!”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?“ He scoffed. “Bullshit! You’re trying to see if you have a shot!”

“That too!” She giggled before heading to the training room.

———

It’d been a few weeks since you started working at Family Video. After the initial shock of seeing you for the first time wore off, Steve reverted back to his usual self; sarcastic and playful. Especially around you.

He liked that you could match his wit. He liked that you let him borrow your favorite cassettes and loved the music you introduced him to. He liked your style and that old car you drove to work. But he refused to admit to himself that he might actually like you.

Though normally he would be throwing himself at your feet, he finally scored himself a girlfriend a few weeks before he met you. She was nice, smart, and funny. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend- that is, until he met you.

“What do you mean you haven’t watched Footloose?!” You gasped, watching as Steve chuckled and shook his head, keeping his gaze on the computer before him. You sat on the counter beside the computer, keeping yourself entertained with conversation on the slow work day.

“It’s girly.”

“So is your hair. What’s your point?”

“Hey!” He got up from his chair. He grabbed the edge of the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and looking into your eyes. “What did I tell you about the hair?”

“It’s off limits when it comes to making jokes,” You rolled your eyes. “Well, then the same applies to Footloose. That’s my new favorite movie. Don’t knock it til you try it!”

“You really think it’s that good?” He tilted his head. You nodded. Oh, god. It was taking every single fiber in his body to fight against the urge to just lean over and kiss that sweet smile off of your face. “If you insist. I’ll pop it on tonight and report back to you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to love it!” You scrunched your nose and grabbed his face, squishing it together so that his lips would pop out. “Even if it is a bit girly.”

He swallowed audibly as his heart sped up to the speed of light. You’ve grabbed his face like that before, but never when your own was only inches away. He made sure to keep his gaze on your eyes, studying then as they studied his squished cheeks with an amused smile. Then they looked down at his lips for a moment, and he saw the fleeting thought behind that warm gaze. Your eyes lingered a little too long, making him smile.

He regretted it the moment he did because he saw you snap out of the trance, blushing as you looked down at your wrist watch.

“Shit, I have to go,” You mumbled, slipping out from under one of his arms. Though he was a bit disheartened by your sudden need to leave, he couldn’t help but admire just how cute you looked with those flushed cheeks.

“Why? You got a hot date, or something?” He joked, leaning back on the counter with crossed arms, watching as you gathered your belongings into your backpack. Your eyes flickered up for a split moment before locking your gaze back on your bag. “Wait, you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t even know if I could call it a date,” You shook your head as you slung the strap of your bag over a shoulder. Even the way you carried your backpack was cute. “My ex wanted to meet up to give me my things back tonight. I was kind of hoping to get dolled up so that..”

So that maybe you could win him back.

You’d told Steve all about this boy; the one who broke your heart into a million pieces when he left you to go to college (and for another woman). In your eyes, he was perfect. He was incredibly tall with baby blue eyes, blond hair and with the smarts to get into an Ivy League school. He was studying to be a criminal defense lawyer. In other words, this boy that you were obviously still in love with was everything Steve wasn’t.

“Never mind. I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You spoke quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“That you’re thinking about taking that douche bag back? Yeah, maybe a little,” He agreed, earning a scowl. “What? Look, I’m just saying you deserve better.”

You stayed silent for a moment, looking at the floor as you pondered his words.

“You think I shouldn’t go?” You finally asked.

“No. I think you’re better off,” He shrugged. “Tell you what. Robin’s coming in to take my shift later. If you decide against going on that date, you can come over and watch Footloose with me,” He played it cool, as if it weren’t everything his heart was longing for.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” You smiled softly. “I really do need to go get ready though. Just in case, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” Steve nodded, watching you grab your keys and wave on your way out.

You definitely weren’t coming to his place that night.

———

Steve took the unboxed the movie and inserted it into his VHS player. He’d had a chaotic afternoon after you left. He realized during the last stretch of his solitary shift that he could no longer keep dragging his girlfriend along when he was so into you. Even if nothing would come of it, which he was almost positive nothing would, he owed his now ex the respect of letting her go.

It didn’t go too well. Turns out she has a killer right hook, one that left it’s mark on his left cheek.

It was almost midnight now. He held out hope until that clock’s arms both pointed to the top number. He’d even showered and gotten ready after he got home, hoping and praying you’d choose him over that blond douchebag. But you would’ve been here by now.

He sighed with disappointment, pressing play on the movie regardless of the fact he’d be watching it without you. Thunder rolled in the distance, and within a few minutes, the town of Hawkins was in a downpour; it seemed like the sky was just as sad as he was.

He got half an hour into the movie when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart sped up at the thought of who it could be, who he wanted it to be. He threw off the blanket and walked to the door, opening it to reveal you.

You didn’t even look like your normal self; you wore a red dress that hugged your body with a black leather jacket and boots to match. Somehow the makeup on your face barely smudged, staying in a perfect smoky eye that made your bloodshot eyes stand out regardless of the fact that you were completely drenched.

“Oh my god! Did you walk here?” He asked, letting you in. You were shivering. “What happened?”

“I told him I didn’t want him back, and that I deserved better so he made me get out of the car. He didn’t even let me grab my things, he just tossed me on the side of the road,” You sniffled. “I’m sorry for showing up so late. I walked for about an hour before I realized that your house was probably closer than mine was so-“

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s okay,” He shook his head. How could a heart be so broken at the sight of you crying yet so elated that you turned that guy down? “Hey, let’s get you changed into some dry clothes, alright?”

“Okay,” You nodded, following him up to his room. You watched as he fished out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt before tossing them on the bed with a towel. He turned to leave the room to give you some privacy. “Wait, do you have any makeup remover?”

He chuckled at the question.

“I can go check in my mom’s bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

By the time he returned to his room, you were sitting on his bed with his clothes on. Still be his heart; that must’ve been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“All I could find were these wipes,” He held them out to you. “I hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect,” You smiled, grabbing one from the package and beginning to rub at your eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Not much to say,” You shrugged. “We went out to dinner and then the movie. Halfway through the movie, I realized that he was looking at some girl’s ass so I asked him to take me home. Then he told me we should get back together and I told him what you told me. We were in the middle of nowhere when he just stopped the car and told me to walk.”

“Jesus, what a dick,” Steve muttered, making you laugh.

“Right?” You smiled, finally looking up at him. “Did I get it all off of my face?”

“Not even close,” He chuckled at your raccoon eyes. “Here, let me help.”

He grabbed another towelette and got to work as you continued to talk. He placed his left hand on your cheek as his right moved gently across your under eyes.

“I wasn’t crying over him, by the way,” You clarified, looking up to grant him better access. “I was crying because I was lost and I hate thunderstorms. Then I saw your house and cried more because I was relieved.”

He let go of your face to fish out another wipe so you finally got a good look at his face.

“Oh my god,” You whispered as you took in his bruising cheek. “What happened?”

“Long story,” He laughed.

“I got time,” You shrugged.

“Okay, look up for me. I almost got it all,” Steve put two fingers under your chin to lift your face. You did as told. “I broke up with Jen. She didn’t take it very well.”

“That’s gotta be the shortest story I’ve ever heard,” You teased, making him laugh. You looked back at him when he put the wipe down, noticing that his hand lingered on your cheek. You looked into his warm, brown eyes and noticed they were dancing all over your face, as if he were trying to memorize it. “Why’d you break up with her?”

His eyes shot back into yours as a blush crept onto his face.

“I didn’t think it was fair to her that I like someone else more than I ever liked her,” He spoke softly, careful not to scare you the way he did earlier.

“Who do you like, Steve?” You whispered, placing your hand on his knee. He smiled as his thumb began stroking your cheek.

“Who do you think, Y/N?” He finally allowed himself to look at your lips, drinking in the sight of them.

“I’m not gonna let you kiss me until you say it,” You smiled.

“I like you, Y/N,” He glanced up at your eyes before looking back at your lips.

“I like you too, Steve.”

You both smiled softly before leaning in and gently pressing your lips together. Your lips were cold from the rain but so soft. His lips pressed into yours with a light desire, breathing you in as your fingers slowly made their way up to his shoulder.

His heart stopped on the spot when your hand snaked around his neck, into his hair before you pulled him in to deepen the kiss. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“Did you end up watching Footloose?” You asked curiously as you pulled away, he laughed.

“You really want me to watch that movie, huh?” He smiled, touching your lips with his thumb. “I started it right before you showed up. It’s still playing if you wanna go watch it together.”

“Really?” You grinned with excitement. As badly as he wanted to keep kissing you, he couldn’t turn you down when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll make us some popcorn,” He groaned, throwing himself on the bed. You smiled, leaning down to press a few kisses on his jaw as a thank you. “Okay, if you wanna watch the movie then you definitely can’t do that.”

“Sorry,” You giggled, pulling away to give him a peck on the lips. “I’ll save it for later.”

“Can it be later already?” He whined as he watched you stand up.

“Come on! I want some popcorn,” You said, disappearing into the hallway. He laid there for a few more second with a goofy grin on his face before heading down to make you a bowl of popcorn.

You continued to pepper kisses on his neck and chest until he finally caved in and made out with you for the remainder of the film. Needless to say, he couldn’t tell you what the hell that movie was about but it was his new favorite too.

He was head over heels for you.

@fixtionlover :)

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theoddcatlady · 4 months

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I'm Addicted to Eating Bugs

I suppose it started small, like all addictions do. I was in the first grade, having some corner time because I threw a crayon at Brandon's head. He totally deserved it but that's another story for another day.

Anyway, I was facing the brick wall, imagining horrible fates for this jerk of a classmate when I heard a quiet buzzing. I looked by my feet to see an old cobweb, spider long gone but the dusty threads still managing to capture a fly. It wiggling and squirmed and if I hadn't interfered it probably would have gotten loose and carried on with its life. But before I realized it I had plucked the fly free and placed it in my mouth.

It buzzed furiously and it took all my willpower not to giggle, it was really ticklish. If I laughed, I'd end up opening my mouth and away it would go. I prodded at it with my tongue, feeling its wings flap uselessly against my cheek before I ended its life between my molars.

I swallowed and felt a lot better about things. Who cared about stupid Brandon anyway?

To be fair, kids eat stupid shit all the time. Glue, crayons, paper, I used to know a kid who ate sand and thought he was really stupid. Then again, I was only in the sandbox to hunt down ladybugs, so maybe I didn't have room to judge. But all those kids left their weird eating habits behind. I didn't. Instead, my habit grew.

At recess I'd spend all my time hunting bugs. I'd bring along a lil bug box and my teacher would just assume I'd want to study the insect world and let me be.

The easiest to find were worms on a day it had just rained. Those lil buggers were everywhere on the paving stones. Unfortunately they also had the least amount of payout. Worms taste like dirt. I mean, who's surprised though? Caterpillars were a lot better, so squishy but still slow enough for me to catch. Crickets and grasshoppers were a real pain in the neck. I had to learn to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. If I didn't wait for the right moment, I would end up clapping my hands down on nothing at all.

But oh man, were they worth the effort. I didn't like putting them in my mouth alive so much, they kicked too much, but they had so much flavor and crunch. If I managed to find a grasshopper while hunting, I would consider myself one lucky kiddo.

I was never officially caught eating bugs until a few years later. I knew I had to keep my secret quiet. But when I was in fourth grade my class got a pet lizard named Lizzy. I know, really creative on names here, but we were kids so give us a break. But Lizzy needed to eat crickets a few times a week. I felt almost validated watching her munch down on them. But I also felt jealous. She could eat crickets whenever she wanted. I wished I could do that.

One winter day I decided to steal some of Lizzy's crickets. During recess I'd gone back to the classroom to get something from my desk when I realized I was all alone. This was my only chance to indulge. I crept up to the lizard cage, where the small cricket container was placed beside it. I opened up the top, snaked a handful of crickets, and threw those little buggers right in my mouth.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard someone gasp. I turned and saw Gabrielle, her jaw dropped as she stared at me. I'm pretty sure a cricket leg was poking out of my mouth too.

And of course, Gabrielle being a teacher's pet, she ran off screaming ‘Keith is eating Lizzy's crickets!’

I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my chest. My secret was out.

I managed to play it off as a joke, a one time thing. I was just curious as to why Lizzy liked eating crickets so much. I think Mr. Martinez found it hilarious. He ended up bringing roasted crickets to class next week, taking this moment to teach us how other cultures enjoyed eating all kinds of bugs and prepping them in unique ways.

I never felt more sick in my life. Although being salted and cooked did bring out the flavor, I ended up barfing it up later. It just. Wasn't the same. They were barely even bugs anymore. It was just like eating potato chips or almonds. There was no thrill of the hunt. None of that excitement as they squirm in your mouth. The joy when you bite down, taking out a leg or maybe slicing them right down the abdomen.

I did try to stop after that. I really did. I didn't want to get picked on anymore and maybe it was a little weird that I kept eating bugs.

But here's the real problem. If I don't sate my appetite on bugs, I start craving… bigger things.

The whole glass was horrified to come in one morning to find Lizzy had disappeared, the lid tipped off the cage and our class pet nowhere to be seen. Much to my amusement, fingers were pointed at Gabrielle, as she was the one who fed Lizzy the day before. She swore up and down that she fastened the cage lid on tight, but it didn't matter. We tore that room apart and Lizzy was just gone.

I participated in the search, although I had no reason to. I knew exactly where Lizzy was. In my belly.

I didn't know why I had gone back to class that day, I just knew I needed to. I was alone, me and that lizard. I felt like I was on autopilot as I opened the cage and plucked Lizzy out by the tail. I dangled her over my mouth before I snapped her head clean off. Blood dripped in my mouth, a new feeling I had never gotten before with bugs. It felt so damn good.

When the high wore off though I felt so guilty I nearly threw her back up. I didn't, because that would really be a waste, I just got out of there. That night at dinner I didn't eat a damn thing, I claimed I had a tummy ache and that wasn't a lie. But I knew the cause wasn't that 24 hour flu bug going around.

So yeah. I realized quickly that maybe there are worse things than eating bugs. Winters were always the hardest, I had to make due with ants in the kitchen and daddy long legs in the basement. To my credit, I've only ‘snapped’ once since then, it was Christmas vacation at grandma's house and I just hadn't had the time to hunt. That poor cat. Everyone just assumed a wild animal had gotten to poor Fluffy, meanwhile I was trying to discreetly pick long white fur out from in between my teeth.

It's gotten simultaneously harder and easier as an adult. Harder as I need to eat a lot more bugs to keep the cravings at bay, easier as now I can just go to the pet store and clean out their supply of feeder crickets and mealworms. The cashier there thinks I'm cute and usually gives me a discount. She keeps asking to meet my geckos and I have to keep making excuses as to why she can't.

If the cravings get bad, I hit up another pet store and buy a few mice, maybe a hamster or a gerbil too if it sounds good. I eat those suckers while binge watching Netflix, sucking on the long tails and reducing their skulls to paste. It has worked for me so far. I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a decent social life. I think it's probably for the best I don't have a family. I don't want to snap one day around a small child, I’d never forgive myself.

But I'm a good uncle to my sister's kids. I send them gifts and always tell them cool bug facts, which they love to hear, especially the younger one, Ellie.

However… I think I caught Ellie with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar last week. The cookie jar in this case was a spider's web, and a fly wing poking out of her lips.

She said she was just curious as to why spiders ate flies, but I'm gonna be keeping an eye on her.

#my stories

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the12thnightproject · 7 months

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Chapter 22: Tangled: Mitsuhide consoles a vulnerable-feeling Katsu… in a variety of ways.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

“Go away.” Just let me curl up in a miserable ball. I rolled over and buried my face on the mattress.

He didn’t go away. Instead, I felt myself being lifted off the bed again, as he pulled me onto his lap and held me and patted my back, while I snuffled all over him. The storm of tears continued for a while as I poured out my fear and frustration onto his shoulder. His fingers were soft in my hair, slowly untangling it, lifting away the pieces that had gotten stuck to my face.

Eventually, I ran out of energy (and possibly out of tears), but felt too wrung out to move. He kept his arms tight around me, as the sobs subsided and all that was left was the sound of our breathing and my occasional whimpery hiccups.

Finally my misery gave way to awareness. I should really move. "Sorry. You're probably going to get a leg cramp."

"I imagine so," Mitsuhide agreed easily but didn’t let me go “Do you feel you can explain what is going on without turning on the waterworks again?" Oddly, his teasing tone made me feel slightly better. At least he was still treating me like me.

"I don’t know who I am anymore." My words burst out as quickly as the tears that had come before.

"Brat, that was one of the first things I checked when you opened your eyes. You were confused but even then you were aware of your identity." He shifted us both so that he could lean back against the wall and keep his grip on me.

"I don’t know what I am. If I can no longer climb and run without feeling sick, then what can I do? I even get dizzy when I read. If I can't do what it is that makes me me then." Adding to all that were the dreams I had been having about things that hadn't happened but felt as real as any memory.

"As I pointed out moments ago, it has been barely a week since you injured yourself." He brushed his fingers over a yellowing bruise on my am. “If that has yet to heal, then why do you expect that this-” he rested his palm on my forehead, "will be any faster to recover."

"That makes sense when you say it." I looked down at my arm. "Then it gets all mixed up when I start thinking about it. Or when I feel about it."

"Perhaps that’s also part of your injury. That..." he paused as if looking for a word, "unusual healer Shojumaru found, claimed that you might be confused and emotional for a little while and that the more you could rest, the sooner you would recover. Therefore, rest is what you must do."

“Thank you.” To my horror, I felt myself wanting to cry again. Knowing that there was a physical reason for my emotions was a relief, but it didn’t turn them off. I took a deep breath, hoping to prevent another, as Mitsuhide had put it, show of ‘waterworks,’ then it hit me that I'd been sitting in his lap for the past twenty minutes. More embarrassing was that I wanted to stay there. I scooted off. "Sorry. Even if I'm not too heavy, I'm sure my hair stinks."

Sho had helped me bathe earlier today but she'd been too worried about getting my injury wet to wash my hair. I forced out my best self-deprecating ‘silly me’ laugh. "Probably it was just the smell of my hair that set me off."

"Well we can’t have that. Thankfully, it is certainly something I can assist with." He got to his feet, and I'm sure I heard one of his joints crack in relief.

"You're going to help me wash my hair?" The thought of Mitsuhide playing hair stylist... well it did not compute.

"Dear me, did your injury also affect your hearing? That would be unfortunate.” He bowed, theatrically (or, sarcastically… with Mitsuhide, it amounted to the same, I think), then whisked himself out of the room.

A little while later he returned with the full tea kettle, two buckets and a bundle of cloth. He repeated the trek and returned with two more buckets, these filled with cooler water. Then he efficiently arranged everything on the writing desk, and before I knew it, I was kneeling with my head in the improvised sink, while Mitsuhide washed my hair as skillfully as any professional beautician.

All he needed would be to start gossiping about the cast of some reality show, and he could find a job in any fine salon. Although the idea of him doing so made me want-

“What are you finding so amusing?"

--to giggle.

He scrubbed something with a faint woodsy scent into my hair, his movements careful around the wound on my temple. "You do realize this is a singular occurrence."

Since I couldn’t explain… there was no Sengoku era equivalent to hairstylist, I simply said, "I am just happy for it to be clean again." I really hoped that when I had landed in the street, I hadn't landed in anything worse than mud, but the mud was bad enough. I closed my eyes and allowed due vibration of his fingers on my scalp to relax me. He was clearly being extremely gentle because of my injury. Too gentle in fact. I understood that he did not want to jar me further, but if he could just press his fingertips in a bit more…? "If you want, you can scrub a little more forcefully. It's fine."

"Are you telling me to go harder?" He made an amused humming noise. "I will make a note of that for our future."

"You may keep an entire library full of such notes, but they’ll only gather dust." As the words flew out of my mouth, I realized I had missed our snarky exchanges. My sarcasm had been automatic. But deep down, I wondered what it would be like if he were to let loose all of his exquisite tortures up on me. Something told me that it would be highly enjoyable. Mitsuhide was clearly good with his hands.

"No knowledge is ever wasted." He switched buckets to rinse the suds out. "One never knows when a piece of information will suddenly become handy."

"Whereas some information ends up languishing as a footnote," I sighed as the warm water streamed across my head.

"Some people prefer reading the footnotes. They can be the most interesting portions of history." He wrapped my head in a dry cloth.

My experience with how outsiders viewed "Kaya" didn’t make the life of a ‘footnote’ sound particularly worthwhile. Though being someone's main story had never featured much in my daydreams, I knew it was still preferable to being a footnote. And when I reminded myself that Mitsuhide was in love with Mai… well, all I would ever be to him was a footnote.

"My my, it appears I have gotten you rather wet." Mitsuhide ran his finger around the collar of my kimono, which had become splashed during the wash. He gave me one of those taunting smirks just daring me to comment on his double entendre.

"Don't quit your day job.'' I found my hand towel and tried to blot out the worst of it.

"Perhaps you might want to charge into a new night robe, such as this one." He handed me a neatly folded square of turquoise silk.

When I unfolded it, it was revealed to be a simple yukata made from the fabric I had admired that day at Shojumaru’s warehouse. "I thought you were having this made into a haori for yourself?"

"One key thing about the art of disguise. You should always keep with you one item that makes you feel like yourself." He held the garment up to my face and looked at me for a long moment, until I felt hot under his gaze. "Yoshimoto was correct. Jewel tones do suit you."

There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask him. When had he arranged this – had he always been intending to give this to me, even from that first day we had appeared in disguise as 'Kaya' and 'Kyubei'? The day I had been injured in the accident? More importantly, what thing did Mitsuhide keep with him that reminded him of his essential the self, a self I was beginning to think was far more complicated than I had imagined.

But before I had formed even one word, he'd simply tapped his fingers over his lips and then slipped out of the room.

In the sudden quiet, I changed into the yukata. The material was cool. Soft under my fingers. Wearing it felt like a comforting embrace.

The seventh thing I hate about Mitsuhide - he keeps doing nice things for me.

Within a few more days, the concussion symptoms had abated enough to allow me to resume daily life. I hadn’t tried to climb anything, but looking out the window no longer made me feel dizzy. Hiko came by a few times and brought me a gift of a pretty fan as a thank-you for saving him. He even showed off his juggling skills, and to my complete astonishment, Mitsuhide brought out his flute and provided a little light musical accompaniment.

The tune was familiar. It sounded like … he had been the source of the music I had heard when I had been unconscious. It hadn’t been a dream.

Later, once Sho and Hiko had gone back to their home for the night, and Mitsuhide and I were eating our respective meals I asked him about the music. "I didn’t know you could play the flute."

"I did live a long and varied life prior to you crashing into it." Before I could point out that he had been the one to seek me out, he continued. "I often masquerade as an entertainer, much as your father has done, and yes before you ask, he and I did once work together, and no, I will not tell you that story. Having performance skills such as music and dance is handy in those situations."

True enough. That hadn't been where I was going with my questions though. "The first night I was injured. I don’t recall much, but I do recall hearing a flute. That was you, wasn’t it?"

He inclined his head. "The healer mentioned you might find it soothing."

"Where is this healer now? Did he not come back after the first time?" It was strange to hear about a doctor who popped in once but didn’t come back to check on a patient. Maybe he had needed to be sent for.

"From what Shojumaru has told me, the man is brilliant but rarely sober." As if to illustrate the point, Mitsuhide poured himself a cup of tea, rather than breaking out his sake. "As long as you appeared to be incrementally improving, I thought it not necessary to further test his sobriety."

Huh. Well anyway. "Thank you for the music then. I did hear it, and it was soothing."

I cleaned up my dishes, and as Mitsuhide appeared to be finished with his bowl of glop, I washed his as well and boiled more water for tea. He watched me in silence, and I didn’t feel any further inclination to make conversation. When I returned to the table with the tea, though, it seemed like the silence had turned into awkwardness.

Since my injury, had he had to put aside his investigation to care for me? Hopefully that was not the case. "Brat, if you have something you want to know, just ask, I would hate for you to reinjure yourself thinking as hard as you seem to be.” He brushed his hand across my forehead.

"Well. It's… have you been able to do anything about Shojumaru, er, Motonari? Or did my accident force you to stop everything?" I might have been extorted into working for him, but having done so, I was still determined to be useful.

"I have, and your injury has not delayed anything in the slightest, as we would always be waiting for the Oda fleet to catch up to us." Perhaps to be companionable, took the pot of boiling water, and rather expertly prepared the tea. He’s a terrible cook, but he makes decent tea. "The pieces are nearly in place."

I waited for further enlightenment, but he said no more. "And...?"

"You would be advised to drink that while it is still warm." I must have looked sulky because he added, "It's best if you don't know the details, but trust me, your participation will be crucial. Now, brat, do you think you've healed enough to join me in a game of shogi? You did mention that Aki has taught you the rules, yes?"

My first thought was, yes, you know I play because we have played. I had a distinct memory of facing Mitsuhide across a shogi board... except it wasn’t true. It must have been another of those oddly realistic dreams. Mitsuhide and I had never played shogi with each other. "Yes – he and I played often."

"Good. Do not think I will go lightly on you because of your injury." He got up and motioned me to follow him.

"I would be annoyed if you did." I picked up my tea and hurried after him.

"I imagined that would be the case." He surprised me by bypassing his private office and climbing up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Are we playing in here?" Why? Danger Will Robinson! My brain suddenly flashed back to the kiss we’d shared before my accident.

He smiled at me as if he knew where my mind went. But instead of teasing, he simply patted the open futon. "It is more comfortable. You may rest your injuries in between turns. I have not missed the way you are rubbing your neck. It will do neither of us any good if you overstrain and set your recovery back." Left unsaid, but clearly part of the subtext is that he would likely notice if that happened, and probably send me off to bed like an overtired child.

Well, that was considerate. He could simply have ordered me back to my room to sleep, but it seemed he was willing to be entertaining tonight. Hopefully whatever it was he was planning would play out soon, because injury or not, I was feeling a bit stir crazy. Likely he’s noticed that as well. "If I win, will you tell me what the plan is?"

"I will not." He handed me a small vial. When I opened it, I saw it contained the minty stuff he'd put on when I still had a severe headache. "Use this if the pain returns, unless you prefer I apply it for you."

Huh. He was trying to distract me, it seemed. "If I win, may I have Aki's letter? And I can put this on by myself."

"Pity. I thought you enjoyed that massage." He gave me one of those devilish smirks.

I had. It was not the point. "My father's letter."

"And if I win? What will you do for me if I win? Perhaps I should be the one asking for you to massage oil onto me." He tapped his finger on his lips in an exaggerated thinking it over pose. I knew he was only doing that to call attention to his lips, so I scowled at him. "No? Hm, allow me to propose this, then. If you should manage to defeat me," his tone made that sound like he considered that highly unlikely, "then I will return your father’s letter to you. If I win, you shall teach me this code."

Hm. Earlier this summer, back when I was still in disguise in Azuchi, Mitsuhide had beaten Aki in a game of shogi (although Aki had hinted to me that he’d allowed that to happen). So, Mitsuhide was at least as good, if not a better player than Aki. I, on the other hand could rarely best my father at the game. Honesty compelled me to admit, at least to myself, that I was unlikely to win. "For every piece of mine that you capture, if I lose, I will give you one symbol of the code." Mitsuhide would need at least fifteen symbols decoded in order to break the entire code. More if I gave him the lesser used symbols or ones he probably could figure out on his own anyway. '”But if I win, I get the whole letter back."

"Fair enough." He nodded, then we began the game in earnest...

It took less than an hour for him to win.

I buried my face on my arms. "Ugh. That was embarrassing." Granted, there had been a pretty slim path to victory. But I'd not even gotten onto that path.

"Don't despair. You are not the worst player I've run across." My face was still hidden, but I heard the clink of tiles. "You gave up nine tiles."

“I know. I kept count." I sat up and cast a depressed scan over the game board trying to figure out where I went wrong. The opening, probably.

"That is why you lost. You were so certain you could not win, that your strategy was solely to limit loss. Had you played to win, you might have managed it. Remember that." He tapped my forehead, a semi-caress that had become familiar to me by now. "Sometimes only a daring risk is the key to victory." He pushed a writing desk over to me. "The code key please."

I carefully transcribed the code to nine symbols figuring that what he intended to do was use those and my letter to figure out the rest of Aki's code. With that in mind, I gave him letters that would be in the greeting and the signature. I mean he likely would have been able to decode the greeting anyway. I handed Mitsuhide the paper. I didn’t grin triumphantly (although I thought about it).

As he glanced over the list, he rubbed his chin. "Well played, Brat." He gave a theatrical sigh. "I see I will have a task breaking the rest of it" He rattled the bag with the tiles. "Shall we play again?" Before I could protest that I refused to give him more of Aki’s code, he added, "No stakes. Strictly for diversion and education. I intend to make an expert of you in this."

How long does he think it was going to take to find his friends anyway?

We couldn’t keep these disguises going forever. Nor did I want to live with him indefinitely. But that night, after losing another game (one where I did come closer to winning, to be sure), I went back to my room, wrapped myself in that turquoise yukata, and realized there was a tiny part of me that privately admitted that Mitsuhide wasn’t that awful to be around. Almost companionable, even when he was teasing me. I could get used to him.

But, for my sanity, it turned out that our interlude playing house was about to come to an end, and it would end with my betrayal.

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The Raven's daughter: Morpheus x Matthew's daughter part 6

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Part 6

This is one of those days.

The day when y/n feels overwhelmed with simplest task, getting out of bed seems like a challenge and going to work require the same amount of energy and motivation as climbing the peak of the highest mountain. From the very morning it seemed like the Murphy law will be the sponsor of the upcoming 24 hours. Everything that could fall from y/n hands, fell and broke, she was tripping over her own feet, the bus was late and to make it all worse, when she was crossing the street to get to the campus some asshole run right through the puddle drenching her pants in water. y/n was exhausted but inside it all the rage was slowly finding its way towards the surface. It was only a matter of seconds before explosion.

-Damn it! – she yelled entering the faculty room. She didn’t sleep quite well that night. Obviously she could just ask the Lord of the Dreams to help her, but considering that he would probably brag about it for the rest of the existence she stopped herself. To make those sleepless hours worth something she tried to work on her novel but her brain refused to work. In desperation (and maybe in some masochist reflex) she found herself browsing the pages for writers. This only made her more frustrated. There were so many talented people out there. The ones that truly deserved some fame and recognition. Who was she to even try and compare herself with them? Maybe her time has already passed, she achieved nothing and she has no right to teach? Maybe this feeling of incompetence will stay with her forever in a form of lump in throat, guilt and hopelessness? Y/n groaned and shut her laptop. Maybe she could try and do some paperwork instead. She had a stack of essays on her desk, assigned to the student about a week ago. It was highest time to check them and write some feedback. She reached for the first one, but was not able to focus. y/n felt like banging her head against the wall. Nothing worked for her nerves. Yes, nerves, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Finally, she just laid in bed, eyes closed, waiting for the morning too come. Unfortunately, so far it was no better.

- Hey, y/n! – a fellow teacher greets her cheerfully but immediately backed up seeing her mood – Woah, what’s with the attitude?

- Oh, don’t even get me started! – she pointed at her wet pants – Can I just go home and fall sick? I don’t think I am myself today.

- Cheer up, I got spare pair in my cabinet. Seems like you need them more than I do now.

- You want me to wear your pants? Not that I’m complaining, but….

- No buts! You don’t really have much time till your class so get yourself together and take what I give you. Or rather what I’m going to give you. – with that words the friend takes from the room in order to gather the clothing.

The point was, that Kat, the chemistry teacher, was nothing like a stereotypical scientist in trench coat. To give her justice, she was the most colorful person at the university, both faculty and students considered. She loved wearing pink, red, yellow and neons, that made her distinctive. One thing for sure, no car would ever hit or wet her since she was practically a street light, visible from a distance. Kat was also a great fan of embellishments of all kind – sequins, nail heads, you name it. Having that in mind, even if she chemist was the closest thing y/n had to a friend, she was quite scared of what may be handed to her as a emergency pants. In her imagination she already saw some sort of circus knickerbockers or something equally crazy.

-Here! – Kat was back surprisingly quickly – this is the best I could find on such short notice.

-This is… - y/n hesitantly looked at what was handed to her - … not so bad, actually. – the simple pair of slightly wiped black jeans, quite adequate for a teacher. – That’s new. I never knew you could own something so simple, Kat.

-Please. I have bad days too, I’m only human. Now, be quick and meet me at lunch, I got a proposition for you. The one that you simply cannot refuse – Kat blows a kiss towards y/n and run for her own lecture.

-Why does everyone insist on speaking riddles to me! – y/n annoyance came back and she was forced to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. – Head in the game, girl, head in the game – she spoke to herself heading towards the classroom hoping for full auditorium.

However, it seemed like someone up or down really made it his purpose to make this day a disaster. y/n heart dropped when she spotted only a few yawning students, as sleepy as she was. Feeling her spirit barely float above the ground she addressed the present.

-What happened? Where is everyone?

-Absent, professor.

-Well, I can see that – y/n spats – sorry, I suppose I’m not the only one who’s already struggling through the day. – she shook her head – you know what, there’s no point in having this lecture when there are only so little of you. You can go home or … do whatever else.

-But won’t you get in trouble professor? – one of the girls asked

-Why would I? No one showed in the classroom and everyone’s an adult. This class is not obligatory after all. No one will be chasing you or me. – with such assurance the students had no further inhibitions to skip the lecture, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to call the class off – y/n thought to herself feeling the overwhelm coming again. She still has an hour till lunch break when she was supposed to meet with Kat and had absolutely no idea what to do with that time. Knowing well enough her brain was functioning on some other frequency, the only way to deal with it was to get involved into something stupid just to kill the time. y/n was never the person to get addicted to her phone or any other electronic device, more of a book lover, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She reached for her smartphone and headphones to escape reality, but apparently someone else needed her more.

-Professor y/l/n, do you have a minute?

-Sure – y/n sighed – what is it?

-I heard you called off the classes, so I thought maybe I could use that extra time for some consultation?

-About what? A book? A novel?

-Some history stuff, actually.

-History? – y/n looked at the student with confusion – And I’m the one you decided to ask for help. No offense, but we have other teachers competent in that area.

-Well…. To be honest, I asked professor Gadling first, but he bustled me off to you.

-Really? That’s quite unusual. Is the subject so specific he had nothing to say about it? He seems like a hotshot to me.

-He is, but apparently had too much to do – the students look down – so, will you help me professor – using the most obvious trick with big, glistening eyes he added – you’re the only hope left for me.

-There’s no need to be melodramatic, is there? – y/n motioned him to a chair – what’s troubling you?

-You, professor. – the students smiles mischievously

-I’m sorry? – y/n raises her eyebrows in confusion – you should not speak to me like that. I’m your teacher after all. A little respect would be nice.

-You are not my teacher. However, I can most definitely teach you something about your future which is now connected with my brother’s.

-What? I don’t understand a thing of what you’re saying. Wait – a wave of realization hit her – you brother? Do you mean…. Dream?

-I do.

-Who are you exactly – y/n move in front of her desk crossing her arms in anticipation.

-I have many names, but you may know me as Destiny.

Destiny. – the girl repeated in flat voice. – Awesome. Are you here as some sort of messenger?

Destiny’s face expression did not falter in the slightest. God, he’s so serious. Almost like his younger sibling.

-You should not mess with an Endless calling me that. I am no messenger, human.

-I’m sorry – y/n sighed again – I did not mean to offend you in any way. I just… My life has been kind of crazy lately.

-I know. I know everything. And I’m here to give you a warning that it will be crazier. You should brace yourself. There’s a journey ahead of you.

-A journey? What kind of journey?

-I can only tell you as much as I told my brother.

-Wait… he knew?

-Yes.

-I knew he was holding something back from me. What kind of journey are we talking about?

-The one that will fill some blank space from your past. Questions will be answered and you will be different than now.

-Is there any point in asking you any more questions?

-No.

-Well then, thank you for the heads up Destiny – she rolled her eyes but became sad the next second – I don’t know if I’m strong enough to meddle with my past.

-You are. You shall find soon enough how much power lies inside you.

-You just barely met me. How do you know that? – she looks up at her student.

-I know – he repeated and a shadow of smile lingered on his lips – you are much more than you think yourself to be. And for some reason, I believe in you, y/n y/l/n. I will watch over you to the very possible extend.

-Why? Why do you care about me?

-I have a feeling about you, y/n. We shall meet again – with those words he rise from his seat and moved towards the door – You are now under my protection.

-That really does make me feel special – y/n grinned – the Destiny’s protégée. It has a nice ring to it, can’t lie. Does it mean I have a connection with you as well as with Dream?

-Not the same kind, but yes, you can call it like that. You humans have a puzzling habit of defining things.

-Nah. That’s just something I do desperately trying to keep my life together.

-Goodbye, y/n. I’ll see you soon.

The girl just nods her head, serious expression on her face. She sensed that this is all she will get from Destiny so decided to just roll with what was coming her way. One problem at a time. Her visitor disappeared behind the door and when she looked after him the corridor was empty, as if nothing happened. y/n would probably think that she imagined it all if it wasn’t for a single sprig of myrtle laying on her desk. What is the meaning of this –she wondered taking the plant in her hand and examining in it carefully.

-Professor?

-Oh, god damn it, what now? – she spat and spun around annoyed.

-I’m sorry – the poor girl cringed.

-No, I’m sorry. That was way harsher than I intended. Can I help you with anything? -she strenously calmed herself down.

-Actually, I’m here to deliver a message. The dean wishes to see you, professor. He said it’s an urgent matter and he doesn’t wish to be kept waiting.

-Thank you, I shall see to him immediately.

***

-Professor y/l/n. All things considered, it is always a pleasure to see you. – dean Winchester motioned for y/n to sit down behind the great, oak desk and sat down on the opposite side.

-Thank you, dean. But… all things considered?

-I’m pretty sure you realize this is not a social call.

-I do, sir, but with all due respect – did something happen?

-y/n – dean slightly moved forward. Using my first name – y/n thought – that’s highly unusual – let’s be serious. You called your lecture off. Do you think that was within your power? You should have asked for a permission from me first

-I….. – the girl started, quite perplexed – who told you? – I’ve got a mole amongst the students – a single sentence crossed her mind

-Doesn’t matter. And let me finish. You’ve been acting strange for the last couple days. Is everything all right?

-That is not the word I would use, but I’m figuring things out.

-I;m really glad to hear it. Unfortunately, I can’t pretend that this didn’t happen. That was unprofessional and exceed of your prerogatives, professor. Hence I am forced to punish you, though I take no pleasure in that.

-Sir, if I may – she chimed in – barely a few students showed up on the lecture. My classes involve discussions and brainstorms therefore just a couple of participant is not sufficient for classes to be effective.

-I understand that. Given your perfect track record and highest ranks in evaluation I don’t intend to be harsh on you. You may treat it more like a warning, like a ….

Punishment for example? – she looked down intertwining her fingers to stop her hands from shaking.

The dean did not bother to answer that, just looking at his most prominent lecturer with mix of care and worry.

-y/n – he spoked softly causing the girl to look at him again – is there anything you wish to tell me?

Yes. Yes, of course. I;ve just recently found that my father is a Raven, I have some sort of connection with anthropomorphic personification of a Dream and I am under some sort of protection from analogic personification of Destiny, who happens to be his brother. Right, I want to tell you all about it. And then end up locked up in a psychiatric ward. I wonder if that’s something that was destined for me too.

-No. There is nothing of importance.

-I like you y/n/, but I cannot let my sympathy affect my objectivity. Professor Gadling will take your classes for the next three days. Consider this as forced leave of absence. Take care of your matters. I wish to see the same y/n/ I knew for the last two years back, do you understand?

-Yes sir.

-Good, now go. Have your lunch and think about what I told you.

y/n stood up and rushed out towards the faculty cafeteria where Kat was already waiting for her, pacing in anticipation.

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pretty lines i compiled (from my own work) for a friend and decided i might as well post here

As embarrassment made room for indignation, when Marco looked at him again, it was with a scorching fire that burned hotter, much more destructive than anything Tom could ever hope to muster.

- laugh at the pain (it'll hurt the same) -- Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

And I know I'm chaining you to the ground

But you being gone is the loneliest sound

- Ducky, I'm so Lucky! -- Odd Girl Out

Her head is bent and her soft hair is falling around her face. Evie has the physical urge to tuck it back and tilt Mal's chin up. Make Mal want her again. It was a terrible possessive thing that was created on the Isle as a means to survive. Choose to love one thing, one person, and never let it go. Your only guilty pleasure, your chosen strand of Good.

- and nothing can stay the same (it's growing pains) --- Descendants

Minthe hated Hades.

She hated the way he would watch her shower, eyes burning with an intensity that made her claustrophobic. She hated the way he sometimes wouldn't even be looking at her body, he was just looking through her. She hated how pathetic and ugly that made her feel, so much that she would give him a 'come hither' look, only feeling relief when he starts to strip.

- give me back my girlhood (it was mine first) --- Lore Olympus

They never protect the face,' she had said, easily separating him from her, classifying him as the rest. As the weak. He remembered when she would take note of others, setting them both apart loyally.

-- in a league of her own -- Carmen Sandiego

The party was several steps removed, loud and dazzling but also so far away. It was not tempting when the alternative was a rendezvous with Carmen

-- set every part aflame/this is not a game --- Carmen Sandiego

Then Julia begins to cry (and Carmen has never seen her cry before. Her eyes and nose are an angry red, and her face is contorted. Carmen loves her and she made her cry. Julia covers her face and breathes harshly. She doesn't look like a woman who was just proposed to. She looks like she had been slapped across the face.) Julia says, "We can't do this. You know we can't. Think about it ."

--- now i've read all the books besides your bed --- Carmen Sandiego

The words fall out like he has been sick for weeks, and it's only now that he can expel all the toxins in his body. He remembers when he was younger and would get sick a bit more often, how Mama would give him water and encourage him as he emptied himself into a toilet, assuring him that the toxins and germs would leave his body this way. This was before they got their gifts before Julieta could heal, and before Bruno became stigmatized.

--- i need to go (i don't know why) --- Encanto

She knew she was also beautiful and talented, just in a different way. (Jade was a roaring inferno, pretty like hellfire was pretty. Art incarnate. Tori was far off sunset, picturesque and easy to appreciate.)

--- unthought, unsaid, a fire burning red --- Victorious

And Beck just grinned up at him softly, soft like his hair was soft, and his voice when he spoke to André in a low tone. Soft in a way that made you ache and no more. He was a vision with the lights playing across him, all handsome face and soft-to-the-touch hair.

-- want you all to myself --- Victorious

It almost felt like peeling off a bandaid, as if the gravity between them had made itself tangible and possible through skin.

-- imagine being loved by me -- harry potter

It was crushing the way freeing things were crushing. The squeezing your hands out of cuffs, the soaring through cold water, taking a crown off your head. Killing your tyrannical father

-- Let's Not Fight Fate This Time --- DC Super Hero Girls (2019)

All at once, the conquest seemed all the more dangerous. Much more at risk but also — he never wanted it more. Is this how pirates go mad and senile? Overwhelmed and consumed by all this want? Constantly reaching for what is so close and so obviously there for the taking but still so incredibly far.

That makes more sense.

People judge them too harshly. They don’t understand what it’s like to be consumed.

-- you can't live a lie (after you've tasted the truth)--- DC Super Hero Girls (2019)

She's beautiful, Agatha said, but it sounded nearly like an insult.

-- Trapped In A Bottle -- The School for Good And Evil

That's why Alberto got his own category.

With a billion little subcategories and post-its, and side notes because- like the sky- Alberto Scorfano is limitless and infinite. From his eyes to his habits to his preferences to his fears to his passions to his talents to his hair to his attitude to his smile he is something that Luca has studied and admired to an almost painful extent.

-- All The Stars We Steal From The Nigh Sky (will never be enough)

Right ," and there's definitely an odd note in Tamaki's voice then.

Kyoya can imagine why. He knows why. It's odd for them to speak as strangers, bound by laws of civility and utterly unfamiliar. Everything they knew about each other was assumed or heard, and nothing was told or shared.

--blessed by the mystery of love -- Ouran High School Host Club

If Tamaki had entertained jealousy, it was always under a rose-tinted light. Jealousy was abstract to him in the way that poverty was. He understood that, fundamentally, it was not a good thing, but he also knew there was beauty in the moment that stemmed from it, and that’s what he liked to focus on.

--- put a little love on me--- Ouran High School Host Club

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fictionalmenownmyheart · 2 years

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Overprotective Worrier • chris evans

Requested by: @nickie-amore

This is another lovely request made by @nickie-amore and I hope I’ve done the request justice! I might not have followed the request exactly so I do apologise for that. I also just wanted to say that I like to give you the opportunity as the reader to choose your own names for the children or any additional characters that I make up and include. I understand that the constant back and forth between (Y/S/N/1) and (Y/S/N/2) can get very confusing throughout this, especially if there is more than one added like in this one shot but I hope it isn’t too much trouble deciphering which is which as you read this. Also I would just like to include, all of my knowledge on c-sections has come from the internet and I’ve used my research to help me with some of those parts in this one shot. Please let me know what you think of it if you would like by commenting, it’s entirely up to you (you don’t have to) but please enjoy reading.

(Y/S/N/1)- Your Son’s Name 1

(Y/S/N/2)- Your Son’s Name 2

Gif is not mine, belongs to the owner.

Warnings: mention of c-section throughout, not a lot of dialogue in this one

Chris Evans x fem!reader

Word count: 2.9k

For the entirety of my pregnancy with (Y/S/N/1) it was perfect, I didn’t have the throwing up or the swollen ankles I’d heard about, even the delivery was smooth sailing.

So when I was pregnant with (Y/S/N/2) I noticed how different it all was. The constant sickness stayed with me all the way throughout the pregnancy and my ankles were so swollen and my back in so much pain from the added weight.

When I was told that I was going to have an emergency caesarean my emotions just got the best of me and I broke down in my hospital bed with Chris beside me, the worry plain to see in his eyes as the doctor delivered the unexpected news. He wasn’t due until another two months,I couldn’t stop thinking about what if something happened to the baby or what if I didn’t make it. I knew it could be a possibility, a very unlikely one but a possibility all the same in my panic stricken mind. I knew my pregnancy was rough and nothing like my first one but I couldn’t imagine that having to be the case as the outcome. The emergency C-section threw me completely, I worried about the health of my baby and myself. The anxiety messed with my mind leading me down a path of bad unwanted thoughts. It was tough but Chris held my hand the entire time I was in theatre and when (Y/S/N/2) was placed on my chest, his little lungs wailing with cries, a little knitted green hat placed upon his head, I felt so relieved that everything was okay. They had made it abundantly clear that it would be risky for me to ever try for another baby and I just felt lucky enough to have my two boys, they completed our family.

(Y/S/N/2) had to stay in an incubator because he was premature for a couple of weeks. We were so thankful when the day finally arrived for us to be able to take him home after they discharged him. (Y/S/N/1) was so excited to meet him when we had brought him home from the hospital finally, my mum and Chris’s both taking turns in babysitting (Y/S/N/1) during our entire stay at the hospital when we would go and visit him, seeing him but not being able to touch him at the start.

Right now though I was getting ready to go to Lisa’s house with Chris and the boys. Because the scar was still tender and sore at times even after three months postpartum, I opted to go for a loose fitting pastel pink sundress that reached just below the knees. I matched it with a cute pair of brown faux leather sandals after I came downstairs from the bedroom and looked to see our three year old, (Y/S/N/1), was talking to his brother on the play mat in the centre of the living room. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but I saw him pointing out all the animals in his new book Chris’s mum had brought him, laying beside (Y/S/N/2) who was kicking his little legs and seemed so interested in what his big brother was telling him even if he didn’t understand him fully just yet, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Chris comes down the spiralling staircase, a look of worry on his handsome face. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this? Do you think it’s too early for people to be seeing (Y/S/N/2)? Do you think (Y/S/N/2) will be okay in such a big crowd?” Questions hit me before his feet had even land on the carpet of the lounge floor.

“Chris, honey, it’ll be fine. You know what your mum said.” I remind him. I had called his mum, by request of Chris himself, to ask her if it could only be close immediate family coming to this gathering.

He sighs but concedes. “Alright sweetheart, but if you or (Y/S/N/2) get tired then we’ll leave right away.”

I nod my agreement knowing that is the best response I’ll get from him.

Of course we wanted everyone to be able to see our practically new born baby but wanted to ease into it, especially with what a worrier Chris had become.

I knew he was frightened, I think he was just as scared as me when he found out I was having a C-section if not more so. His face had dropped and the colour had completely left his face, I had thought he was going to faint right then and there after the news. Thankfully that didn’t happen and Chris was excellent all the way through, reassuring me and saying everything I needed to hear, but it’s like it changed him. He’s become a whole different person, he questions everything and I know he has a heart of gold but the constant coddling of (Y/S/N/2) and myself gets too much at times.

Both mine and Chris’s family have seen the baby but all separately and at our house during the three months since we’ve been home from the hospital because of the instructions my husband decided to make. Even though he knows everyone has seen (Y/S/N/2), there’s no dissuading his mind now that it’s set on the worst case scenarios, it was a stretch to get him to agree for us all to go to his mum’s house for a get together today.

I take the boys out to the car while Chris sorts himself out in the house. I place (Y/S/N/2) into the back seat in his car carrier locking him in place with the seatbelt securing him in properly as he sleeps peacefully. (Y/S/N/1) holds his favourite toy, a tiger named Tommy gifted by Scott, as he climbs up into his car seat all by himself now that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need mummy’s help (his words not mine), but I do stand behind him so he doesn’t fall to reassure myself he doesn’t hurt himself more than anything. I sit myself in the passenger seat and watch as Chris walks out and locks the door, Dodger beside him, with a massive baby bag of essentials that will be for (Y/S/N/2), that would last us an entire week instead of one afternoon, carried on his shoulder making me roll my eyes at his antics but can’t help but smile at him.

Chris opens the boot/trunk and allows Dodger to jump in and places the bag beside him before closing it again. Dodger leans over the back seats and stares at the boys, excitement for an adventure clear in his eyes. When Chris gets in the drivers seat, we begin our journey to his mum’s house.

We pull up outside Chris’s mum’s house and park on her driveway with other cars surrounding us indicating we’re one of the last to arrive. I place my hand on the door handle but before I’m able to open it Chris calls out. “Stay where you are, I’m coming round and opening your door.” He shoots out before I can say anything to let him know he doesn’t need to do that but close my open mouth not voicing the protest as I watch him walk to my door and opens it for me like he said he would.

He holds his hands out and I place mine into his as he very gently pulls me out of the vehicle and doesn’t let go of me until both of my feet make contact with the ground. He then does the same with (Y/S/N/1) lifting him up and out with some argument from him about being able to do it himself. Chris makes his way to (Y/S/N/2) as he tells (Y/S/N/1) to help me up the steps to the front door. My sweet boy holds my hand listening and taking his role that Chris gave him very seriously as he keeps his steps slow not that he needs to but I allow him because the words Chris has spoken are like gospel to him.

Chris meets us with (Y/S/N/2) in his carrier seat locked in his hand and his necessity bag on his shoulder with Dodger making his way to us not too far behind. I ring the door bell and it opens soon after revealing Lisa with a wide smile on her face.

“Come in, come in.” She ushers us in and sanitises her hands with the tube Chris holds out to her after he clears his throat to remind her. The only way either of us could get him to agree to allow us out was if everyone would sanitise their hands before they even thought about holding (Y/S/N/2) today, it was a superstition Chris had about (Y/S/N/2) contracting anything, especially as he was more prone to infection. Lisa said everyone would oblige giving the go ahead for us to actually see people today.

We walk down the hallway and into the living room where two black sofas are positioned. The mantelpiece has many frames with photographs of her children and grandchildren on it. I notice the photo of (Y/S/N/1) and (Y/S/N/2) when we had first taken him home after Lisa kindly babysat (Y/S/N/1) for us. I took the photo of (Y/S/N/1) holding (Y/S/N/2) for the first time, the moment too cute of an opportunity to miss.

“Oh he’s gotten so big since the last time I saw him.” Lisa exclaims as she holds her hands out for (Y/S/N/2) who gurgles and smiles as I pass him over after taking him out of the carrier Chris is still holding.

“He has, he’s like his dad, I can put anything in front of him and he’ll eat it. He’s the least fussiest baby I know, much better than how (Y/S/N/1) was at this age.”

She chuckles, nodding her head, aware just how picky my older son used to be when it came to his food. (Y/S/N/1) makes a noise in denial before quickly running out and into the garden where I assume everyone else is already.

I leave her alone with (Y/S/N/2) letting her spend some much needed grandma time with him, making my way to the garden as well with Chris and Dodger on my heels.

I look around the garden from the French doors observing everyone who is here. I walk over to Chris’s siblings, Scott, Shanna and Carly all standing and talking amongst themselves. I hug them in greeting and join in with their conversation. I feel warm hands encase my waist being careful when getting close to my belly. Even though my scar is fully healed and has been for a while, though it still pains easily, Chris is still conscious of touching it afraid of hurting me. I lean back in his arms, loving the feel of his body holding me and smell the woody tones of his cologne he’s always worn since as long as I’ve known him which is a long time overall throughout our entire dating history and marriage. The smell gives me comfort and makes me feel safe. I feel a tender kiss be planted on my neck just below my ear lobe. I try to focus on what Chris’s sister, Shanna, is saying but it becomes difficult as Chris places delicate pecks along my neck and shoulder.

I’m not usually a big fan of PDA, especially seeing others do it or being involved in the display very publicly but I found out a long time ago that Chris is very affectionate, not necessarily out in public or when he’s taken me to a premiere as his plus one but mainly in the comfort of our friends and family where there isn’t any prying eyes on us and I don’t hate it. Maybe it’s Chris in general that I just can’t deny because the feeling of his hands and lips on my body aren’t like any others, they make me feel protected and loved and cherished and comforted.

I try to distance myself from Chris as I feel my knees weaken from the light caresses his lips create on my suddenly very warm skin. I hear him chuckle deeply, catching on to the reasoning behind me stepping away from him.

I sigh and excuse myself making my way towards the table that has a pitcher of freshly made lemonade. I pour some in a glass and take a generous sip feeling the cool liquid pass my parched lips. The heat is becoming more pronounced and making itself known on my skin. I look around me at all of the beautiful plants and shrubbery in the garden trying to spot my eldest son amongst the children and friends and family that fill up the space nicely. I finally catch a glimpse of his toy tiger, Tommy, being thrown in the air and caught by (Y/S/N1) repeating the process, his cousins close by taking it in turns. I head inside the house quickly and find the bottle of sunscreen specifically for children almost instantly in (Y/S/N/2) bag before making my way back outside.

I walk over to (Y/S/N/1) where he is still where I last saw him, playing with his siblings and call him over to me. Begrudgingly he walks over to me, complaining as I apply some on his arms. “I don’t like the feel of it mummy, it’s sticky.”

“I know, honey, but it will protect your skin from the sun.” I inform him, moving onto his legs that aren’t protected by his blue shorts.

He groans as I spray some on the palm of my hand and dab some all over his face and the tips of his ears. I apply some to his neck, back and front, too.

After I’m finished, he can’t get away fast enough running back to join all of his cousins.

I catch Lisa with (Y/S/N/2) and Chris as he pulls out the sanitiser from his shorts pocket and puts some on his siblings hands. Scott takes over from Lisa, holding (Y/S/N/2) close to his chest as Carly stands next to him, stroking his chubby cheek with her now sanitised hand.

I walk over, pulling my phone out and take a photo of them, capturing the moment. It goes on like this, Chris sanitising peoples hands and then them holding (Y/S/N/2) who is more than willing with all of the attention.

After an hour or so I can tell that (Y/S/N/2) is getting cranky and needs to be put down for a nap soon. Even I have to admit that I’m starting to feel slightly tired, this being the first big outing for me since giving birth to (Y/S/N/2) means that I’m not used to al the excitement. (Y/S/N/1) looks like he could do with a rest as well, all that running around with his cousins has definitely worn him out.

Chris must always seem to sense these things because not soon after my own thoughts, he declares to his mum and everyone present that we will be leaving now.

I thank Lisa and everyone else for the lovely get together, promising to planning something again soon before we make our way back to the car and begin our journey home again.

When we finally arrive home, me and the boys cuddle up exhausted from the long day spent with our family. I sit on the end of the sofa by the armrest with (Y/S/N/1) curled up beside me stroking his chubby cheek and (Y/S/N/2) resting on my bosom soft little sighs leaving his mouth as he coos in his sleep.

I open my eyes to see Chris standing against the doorframe, his bulky arms folded across his chest and a smile lighting up his face. I see the love filling up his blue eyes from where I’m sat as he watches the three of us together and the worry lines from earlier appear nonexistent now. I hold my hand out, the one not supporting (Y/S/N/2)’s small body and Chris walks over to us slowly trying to not make too much noise. He lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles before settling himself down in between me and (Y/S/N/1) somehow managing not to disturb him and rests (Y/S/N/1) back against his side, holding his small frame close as he sleeps.

I lay my head on Chris’s shoulder being careful myself to not disturb (Y/S/N/2) and now being able to hold him with both of my hands, he lets out a noise of discontentment but doesn’t wake from his slumber. I sigh before allowing myself to close my eyes with all of my boys around me and letting us be able to relax all together.

Today was wonderful but this is the highlight of it all just being here right now in each others company.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans family #masterlist

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emptifylie · 5 months

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i have no one to talk to about real shit so im posting it on tumblr. i have so many fucking friends and people around me who tell me that i could tell them anything, but i know if anyone knew the truth they wouldn't be able to look at me the same anymore. i binged yesterday, ate about 500 calories. i ate today too. i dont know whats wrong with me. i gained weight again, 124lbs. god i make myself fucking sick. today all i could think about was death. im not sad, im numb, and when im not numb its rage or deep depression that im feeling. i fell asleep in the locker room of my gym today. i finished my workout and i sat down for a minute and i woke up to a phone call from my mom asking me where i was. i slept for less than 5 minutes but it just, god, it felt like i died or something. i noticed the scar my ex gave me on my arm and it got me to finally remembering what actually happened and its fucking terrifying how i could still want him back so fucking badly. im sick. its not love that i still have for him, its just this fucking heart sinking feeling i have when i think about him, hangout with him, see him, i just want him to tell me he loves me again. he ruined my life and i want him back. he got me fucking addicted to drugs, fuck the scars, he literally RUINED my life. im a drug addict now, because of HIM. im so pathetic for still caring so much about him. im just pathetic period. tomorrow im skipping my first 3 classes to go to the gym. i cant be seen with all this extra fat on me. i might just skip school all together. fuck, i told myself i was going to start caring about my life again. im just so tired. nothing feels the same anymore. i cant bring myself to feel excitement or happiness about anything anymore. even when i lose weight i still find a way to turn it into something else to be upset over. the biggest problem though, out of everything, is that i actually think that my only option is to die. because where the fuck am i going with my life???????? im a drug addict who doesnt eat most days out of the week/all days out of the week. ive been depressed for the majority of my life. i still want my ex and its been almost a year and i still haven't gotten over him, fuck i still hangout with him like everyday after EVERYTHING he's done to me. i am complacent with living like this. im complacent to my messy room that smells like weed, vomit, cigs and rotting food 24/7. im complacent to failing school, i dont even try anymore to do better. i still binge even though i know it'll undo a weeks worth of fasting that was absolute torture to go through and made me a nuisance to everyone. im just okay with living like this. thats what makes it so hard to want to be alive. i feel like im living in a movie where the ending is me giving up on ever getting better and dying. i knew when i was little that i was gonna do drugs. i remember that very clearly, stealing vodka at age 7 just to be like my teenage brother and his friends who just seemed so cool to me. i knew when i was little that i was going to make myself skinny one day. i remember once on opposite day in 1st grade my mom got me an outfit to wear and i told her i looked too fat to wear it and went to school in normal clothes. why have i always hated myself this much? why does it feel like my whole life is leading up to my inevitable destruction? i wish i was more like the "depressed" girls on tiktok lol. i saw this girl who made a post with the "i miss the rage" audio talking about getting high every weekend. like god, FUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. imagine thinking getting high every WEEKEND is so bad that you have to make a post about it. not actually mad at her tho its still bad, its no competition, im just talking about how it made me feel. it just makes my problems feel so much fucking worse. i did the math and i have been just cali sober a total of 12 days this year. 354 days out of the year i have been on drugs. my problems arent normal for that of my age.

like i saw this other post too, that dumbass audio from skins, "i didnt eat for 3 days so i could feel lovely" again, its not a competition but ive gone weeks without eating and ive never met someone who can relate to that. obviously i know there are people out there with worse problems than that but im just fucking saying that it makes me feel like a fucking freak. like if those are the worst problems out there that are worth being talked about, how bad am i??? i feel like i reached the limit years ago, the limit of how fucked up you could be without being weird and now that ive gone past it i just feel like a lost cause. i havent felt like a person in years.

i want to be a human being again. i want to be a normal teenage girl.

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cicidarkarts · 1 year

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Hospice - 5: Reckoning (Finale)

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Ominis adored nothing more than getting his mother her favorite snack from the vending machine. The payout from their last few bets had been immense, leaving Ominis and Sebastian rich as poor kids could be. While he pocketed most of the money to use for a rainy day, he siphoned some into the simple pleasures of life. It was worth the pleasant silence with his mum, rather than that oppressive mess that his meals usually entailed—always waiting for his mother's venomous fangs to clamp down on him. Ominis wished his cheese Danish and lemonade mother could be his always mother.

But Ominis also adored time spent with Sebastian and Anne. While Anne was sometimes too ill to leave her bed, he and Sebastian would enjoy time together in the playroom or out at the park.

"Can you read that guy's mind?" Sebastian asked as they sat in the sunshine, nibbling on ice creams. "Which guy?" "That dude jogging—quick, before he passes!"

Ominis honed in on the sound of running steps and probed into the shallow parts of the man's mind.

"Music lyrics," said Ominis. "Must have earbuds in." "That is so cool," Sebastian gushed. "Did you ever think of doing something with that power? Something great?" "Not really. Before all this, I pretended that I couldn't do it at all. I just want to be normal." "Normal is boring! Look at me, I'm normal and I practically put myself to sleep." Ominis giggled. "You're not boring." "Neither are you. If there's one good thing that came out of being in hospice, it's that I got to meet you. We'll stay friends after this, right? Whether you get out first or Anne and I do, we'll keep being friends, won't we?" "I wouldn't have it any other way."

“I’m just waiting for my name to pop up here!” said Tony during their Sunday death bet. “You joking?” asked Sebastian. “We can’t bet on you unless we wanna lose.” “Take a chance, kid!” said Phil.

Ominis took his opportunity while a nurse scolded Marcus for pulling his IV out for being “damn itchy”. Between telling off her patient and being overworked, it was difficult to squeeze into her deeper thoughts. He passed by a ‘I’d rather be working with the children’, to her regretting saying that. After all, as she well knew, having to watch children die was a horrid part of being a pediatric nurse.

‘Norice loves the children so much, but I couldn’t imagine being her. She gets so attached to them. I hated hearing her cry last night over that sweet new girl, Anne.’ Ominis’ heart skipped a beat as he continued listening, hearing Norice’s voice through the nurse’s memory. ‘I can’t believe how bad she’s gotten over the past week!’ sobbed Norice. ‘She’s so sweet, she doesn’t deserve this. I don’t think she’s gonna make it to next week and I don’t know how to tell her brother!’

Ominis stopped immediately. He couldn’t bear to hear the distress and fear in Norice’s voice, and he heard Sebastian in his mind crying the same way. Ominis’ stomach churned violently and he felt a burning and tingling creep up his throat.

He hurried out of the room and into the bathroom. Hunching over the toilet, nothing actually happened. But sick sat atop his stomach, threatening to come up.

“Ominis?” came Sebastian’s voice. “Are you okay?” Ominis swallowed, and spoke as calmly as he could. “Yeah. I’m—” He swallowed again as his stomach flipped. “—okay.” Sebastian’s footsteps stopped outside of Ominis’ stall. “You don’t sound okay. You looked like you were gonna barf.” “I think it’s something I ate.” “Need me to get a nurse?” “No, I… I’ll be all right.” "Okay, if you're sure."

While it shocked Sebastian that Ominis didn't want to put a death bet down, he didn't press it. Ominis took every chance he could that week to visit Anne. She couldn't get out of bed, so he and Sebastian would play games with her on the blankets. During a rousing game of checkers, she shouted, "Look, a distraction!", before he heard the gentle clinking of illegal moves.

"Made you look." "Anne, I'm blind." "And I'm the winner so what's your point?"

They all had a grand laugh at this. Ominis held onto his tears. Such intense emotions from his joyous laughter nearly brought them out.

One day in the cafeteria, he and Sebastian got Anne's favorite foods. Ominis kept quiet all week about Anne's supposed doom, and perhaps that was best given it was Saturday evening and Anne was still around. Maybe the pediatrician had catastrophized, and maybe he would be wrong. Sebastian, wonderfully oblivious to it all and ever the optimist, kept up with the latest gossip and relayed it to Ominis on their way back.

"Did you hear? Tony coded last night. I overheard one of the nurses say so. He barely made it. Isn't that crazy? I didn't think that old geezer was actually mortal." "Maybe we should've bet on him."

Despite Sebastian’s laughter, Ominis regretted saying that the moment the words left his lips. He didn't think he should be encouraging these death bets. With all the mind-reading and horrible vicarious memories that came with it, he wasn't so sure how much longer he could continue.

"Sebastian. Maybe we should stop with these death bets." "Stop? Why?" "I really don't like reading other people's thoughts. It's invasive and horrible." "But Ominis, we should be honing your skills, not running away from them!" "I get that, I really do. But here, in the hospital… I've heard things I was never supposed to hear."

Sebastian stopped walking. Silence overtook them, leaving only the ambience of the hospital. Beeping. Scraping. Low chatter. Gentle sobs.

"What did you hear?" Sebastian asked. "All kinds of things—" "You're hiding something from me. What did you hear?" Sebastian repeated, forceful and desperate. Ominis heard the deep frown in his friend's voice. "Sebastian, I… I'm sorry. I heard from one of the nurses that… Anne isn't doing well." "Not doing well?" he demanded. "What do you mean 'not doing well'?" "Please, don't make me say it."

A sudden harsh shove made Ominis stagger back. His heart pounded and he braced himself for another push, or worse.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" Sebastian said. "I could've known this whole week, I could've been there for Anne, but you just kept it a secret!?" "I'm so sorry, Sebastian, I didn't know what to say." "I'm sick of people treating me like some fragile little kid! I thought you of all people would understand that, but you kept me in the dark just as much as everyone else!" Sebastian sighed hard. "I gotta go. I gotta be with Anne."

He stormed off. Ominis wasn't sure if he should follow, and decided to eat his food in the cafeteria.

Sunday morning, Ominis awoke to an utter ruckus down the hall. He shot up out of bed, snatched his cane, and hurried toward the noise. Nurses and doctors rushed around, shouting orders and information as a machine beeped loudly and continuously in the background.

"Continue chest compressions! Get that IV on there!" "Anne, no!" Sebastian cried. "Get the kid out of here!" "C'mon, sweetie—" "Let go! I need to be with my sister!"

Ominis stayed back, unsure of navigating the absolute chaos before him. His palms grew slick on his cane as he listened to Anne's monitor and its long, horrid beep.

"Please don't die, Anne!" Sebastian begged. “Sebastian!” Solomon shouted.

It sounded like Sebastian was being dragged away as his cries and distressed straining came closer to Ominis.

“Ominis!” Sebastian called before he collapsed against him.

He sobbed and trembled in Ominis’ arms. The shock of it all stole Ominis’ voice.

The dead silence of the hospital bore into him. He and Sebastian sat around Anne’s body. The monitor plug had been pulled after an hour of unsuccessful resuscitation. Sebastian’s keening had faded. All that was left was a ringing in his ears.

Ominis didn't understand how it was fair. How could someone as young and full of life as Anne die while his bitter mother continued living? How could someone so innocent be consigned to such a cruel fate while nasty people such as his mother walk freely? He grit his teeth and gripped his cane. If self-control hadn't been ingrained in him at a young age, he would've gladly given into his temptation to smash everything in his grasp. He pulled his knees up to his face and sobbed in the cold darkness of the lifeless room, choking on the faint scent of sweets.

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beevean · 1 year

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The most comforting thing my mom has said so far is "dad passed away with your orange juice in his mouth"

She said other things as well, but while I absolutely understand the intent, I can't accept them.

"He stopped suffering." Yes, but he still did. Apparently for far more than we even imagined, he hid his sickness for years. I can only hope that he fell asleep right after I went away and then never woke up.

"Imagine if you didn't go that day, imagine the regret" I know! I know that it would have broken me if he died after a week of me not seeing him. But I can't erase that last day from my mind. I saw all of his pain, and I was not prepared, and I could do nothing about it. The one moment where I lifted him to sit and he fell backwards keeps repeating in my mind. That man that used to be a giant couldn't even keep himself sitting. He honestly looked better in the coffin at this point.

"He was waiting for you, you had to be the last one to see him" just like he never went back to his family for my sake? Are you saying that he prolonged his suffering for me? I didn't deserve it.

"He didn't take care of himself" yeah, and my brain is screaming at me that it's my fault because I didn't love him enough and so he felt no need to love himself. I know it doesn't make sense, but I can't fully convince myself.

But I brought him orange juice that day.

Dad simply didn't eat for 34 days, since the day he was first brought to the emergency room. I don't know if he really wasn't hungry, or it was because he missed most of his teeth, or quite simply he didn't like hospital food, which yeah, understandable. We tried to bring him everything he asked for, but he rarely liked it, because apparently it didn't taste the same. His mouth was burned by either the oxygen mask, the many medicines he was taking, or the fungal infection that popped out of fucking nowhere. Yeah, sure, why not.

Sidenote, I'm so mad that he spent his last Father's Day in an intensive care unit. I brought him a zeppola, because it was his favorite sweet, but he wasn't allowed to eat it. Besides, he had diabetes on top of everything else, so he technically shouldn't have eaten sugar regardless. My aunt managed to sneak him one a few days prior his death, at least - I guess that the doctors and nurses long gave up on him by that point.

But he liked oranges! They still tasted good to them, he just found it difficult to eat them. So, from time to time, I'd squeeze two and bring him the juice. He was always happy to drink fresh orange juice, especially in that hot room where bottled water turned into soup. I would have been driven mad and I don't blame him for asking every day for some iced water to mix it up.

That day, he was struggling. He was trying to drink with his mask still on, and I had to help him. He was wheezing so hard that I doubt he even swallowed more than a few drops. But he brought the bottle to his lips. Fresh orange juice that he could drink without issue, not warm water, nor freezing water that apparently made him sick the previous night (that's what his roommate said, I wonder if he was right).

I don't know if he drank anymore after I left. Again, I have the sneaking suspicion that he fell asleep after I left, finally slept all night after years of insomnia, and then that was it.

But he drank the orange juice I made for him because I wanted to make him happy, and that was the last thing he tasted, and perhaps understood. I was there, Dad. I did what I could to ease your pain. I love you. Maybe too late, who knows, but I know you forgave me like I forgave you.

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thoughtsofafruit · 8 months

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Can we please talk about grief?

Tw: Grief, parent loss, mentions of mental health issues

Look, I'm starting to see more accurate representations of grief in media but so often is shown in such an unrealistic way that makes my skin crawl and sometimes that bad representation makes me feel like I'm in the wrong for how I've experienced grief.

My mum died when I was five. It sucked. It still sucks. It will always suck. I know that, anyone who has a similar experience knows that. Yet sometimes I'll pick up a book and boom parent dies, completely over it in three days or a week or some insane shit.

I'm eighteen now. I spent my entire time in school after my mum died being bullied in some form or another. I had to move schools in the middle of the school year, I lost my closest friends, and every single thing in my life was different. The only thing that has actually felt consistent in that entire time is grief.

In books, grief is something you can get over, something that fades. In real life its not.

I'll be going about my day and suddenly I'm bombarded with this deep longing for my mum. It happens for no reason, it happens when I see happy families, it happens all the time, and its been happening for the last fourteen years.

I'm writing all this out right now because I was hit by that sudden and dreaded thought, 'what would my mum think of me now?' And I need a place to vent about grief. What better than the black hole of the Internet?

I was once told 'you need to get over it' in reference to my grief for my mum. And to that I say, fuck you, you heartless bitch.

Grief doesn't go away. It stays, it hovers around the edges. You get better at dealing with it, sure, but its still there. You don't just stop missing someone who you had for so long and was suddenly gone from your life.

Grief shows in strange ways. Some of my most common thoughts are

Would she be proud of me?

What would she think of me?

Am I living up to her expectations?

Am I too much like her?

Am I the kid she wanted me to be?

These thoughts suck.

When your young and your mum is freshly dead and everyone around you is still mourning and just as hurt they'll tell you she'd be proud they'll tell you she'd love you. But when your 18 and trying your damn fucking hardest to find a way to live and still be yourself, no one tells you those things.

Grief haunts. Grief is the ghost in the corner of the room and grief is the monster stalking you.

You learn to live with you, you learn to move on around it. But you're never the same.

I broke at five, and I've never been me since. I'm still me, just not the me i would be if my mum was still alive.

That side if grief is never shown in media and it fucking sucks. I'm never gonna pick up a book with a character whose parents are dead and read a scene that so perfectly encapsulates that pain. That sudden, 'god what would she think of me now?'. That side of grief is so often left behind.

I've been to a grief counciling sort of thing and a lot of it was geared to getting over grief not learning to life with it. This course was specially aimed at kids who lost a parent. Imagine that, being young, clearly depressed and you're sent to a place for grief even though your mental health issues aren't connected to the grief, not anymore, and every last thing is aimed at getting over it.

They, being my school guidance team, sent me there to help and it made it worse! Because there i was, eight, nine, years after my mum had died nkt yet over it and all these people around me whose parents had more recently and all the advice was geated towards getting over it.

Grief isn't something you get over! And I'm fucking sick of it being portrait that way. My grief is part of me now, I've learned to live with it.

Sure, sometimes ill still cry myself ti sleep missing my mum. But thats fine because I was five and my mum was my closest person and she was ripped from me. One day I had here, the next I didn't. I'm going ti spend the rest of my life missing her. And that is ok. It is so ok.

In short, I'm yet to see grief shown in media in an accurate way, I'm yet to receive grief counseling that isn't about getting over it, and I'm yet to see other people talk about how grief actually is for them.

#grief #parent loss #mum #ranting #vent post #sort of #look #im pissed off and sad #i needed ti get everything out #thoughts of a fruit

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hermionefae · 9 months

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The Devil's Right Hand Woman part 2

MJF x Original Fem character

My brain buzzed and the room swirled around me when I eventually woke up.

"Ugh, that's the last time I drink tequila" I said out loud, my voice croaky.

I pushed myself up and felt a wave of sickness come over me. Luckily I just about made it to the toilet before I threw up in the pan. Suddenly, there was a banging on the door which really didn't help my pounding headache.

I groaned as I slowly removed my head from the loo and clung onto the walls as I made my way over to the pounding. I opened the door just enough to see who it was and almost slammed it shut again.

"Morning sunshine, the Earth says hello!" Yelled MJF gleefully "fuck you look awful."

"Fuck you." I bit back "why are you here?"

"Don't you remember our deal last night princess?"

"You want me to train? Now? I don't think so."

"No, right now I want you to come with me to get a coffee. Come on I know a good place."

"Fine, just let me throw some clothes on." I muttered, shutting the door on him and turning around to face my messy hotel room. I found one of my merch t-shirts which narcissitically had my full body on the front in my cheerleader ring gear standing with two fingers over my eye making a circle shape. Don't ask why but this had become my signature stance. I also found some leggings and dark sunglasses and scraped my mousy brown hair up into a messy bun.

I opened the door again to MJF who was standing with his hands on his hips, looking very bored. "About time princess, I was getting impatient."

"Coffee, now please " I retorted which he smirked at and lead me down the hallway.

Maxwell's idea of a good place for coffee ended up being a greasy spoon cafe down the street from his hotel.

We ordered a black coffee each and I asked for the banana and blueberry pancakes. Max didn't prder anything else. "You not going to eat?" I asked.

"No, I'm on a diet" he answered sipping his coffee.

"I suppose you're going to tell me that you think I should be on the same plan?" I asked

"I'm no nutritionish Suzie, you eat what you want to eat to help you wrestle. What I will help you with is wrestling techniques plus the way you present yourself, your image."

"What's wrong with my image?"

"Nothing, if you want to be the prissy little cheerleader, you and Julia Hart could have made such a cute tag team if she'd not joined the House of Black."

I had thought of this already but before I could approach Julia about it, she'd turned dark. It dawned on me.

"You want me to turn heal?"

"And now the penny drops" smirked MJF "but I don't just want you to turn heal. I want you to be my right hand gal"

"I'm nobody's bitch" I snapped just as my pancakes arrived.

"I'm not saying that I want you to be my bitch, I want you to be the female equivalent of me."

"Why me?" I asked

"Don't you remember what you said last night? You don't want to be a glorified jobber, you want to make an impact and the attitude I saw last night, is the same you're giving me now and I already know you can tear the locker room apart. You could be the Women's World Champion. Imagine the things we could do"

"Why do I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"

"Cuz you are toots. I asked you last night, now I'm asking you again now you're sober. Will you join with me?"

He held out a freshly tanned hand which I took and shook. "Deal, but I have one condition, no spray tan"

He grinned "fine, we'll go the spooky bitch route, no problems."

I laughed "when do we start?"

"Once you've finished your pancakes and coffee." MJF replied.

Feeling decidedly more human after my food and drink we exited the diner and out into the bright New Jersey sunshine.

"What's the plan?" I asked

"Plan is we go the the hair salon first, then shopping. Then we're going to fly to New York and I'm going to take you to my gym to help you train. All being well in three weeks when AEW returns to New York you'll be ready with a proper match. The best I can get Tony to book you on and if you do good, then I'll personally make sure that you'll be coming with me to Wembley"

"That sounds amazing! "

"Training won't be easy"

"I'm ready" I insisted.

"Good, now how to you feel about a colour change?"

We arrived at a hair salon and we sat down with the hairdresser "so what can we do for you today?" She asked

"My friend would like a transformation" Max answered for me, I held up my hand to silence him.

"This is my natural hair but I'm feeling devilish. How about we go like a dark wine red and make it long, if you can do tape in hair extensions?" Then I turned to Max as he was the one financing the whole operation "is that okay?"

He grinned like a Cheshire Cat "you're the boss"

Most of the day was dedicated to my image change. I had new hair, new clothes to wear when not wrestling. We went for a feminine suit in dark red and also a black version that I didn't need to wear a bra with. Plus new wrestling gear that was more like a bondage outfit but MJF insisted I would be safe in.

For the first time I felt adult and sexy. Now we were on a plane over to New York.

"The hard work starts tomorrow then?" I whispered to Max who was falling asleep next to me.

"That wasn't hard?" He muttered before closing his eyes and drifting off. I smiled and looked out of the window at the twinkling lights of New Jersey below. Suzie Q was evolving end I was starting to like what she was evolving into.

Part 1

#fanfiction #aew #mjf #mjf x original female character

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