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nightfall-kachiniko · 10 months

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༅ ｡ₓ AOT girls (+hange) reacts to you crying during an argument…

paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hange x reader, sasha x reader.

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𓏲·˚ ͙ mikasa

- you felt your heart bang with every word that came out of your wife’s mouth. her voice riddled with irritation at your lack of understanding, as you continued to go back and fourth. “I don’t like the idea of you out there for that long!” You shouted, desperately trying to explain. “You’re being dramatic,” she said, “it’s apart of my job, y/n. Theres nothing I can do about it!” It felt like you two had been saying the same thing over and over again. “6 months? Halfway across the world?! And you’re okay with that?!” You shouted angrily. “I have orders, y/n. I don’t have a choice.” She said sternly. “And there is nothing I can do or you can do to change that!” her aggressive words hit you in the heart as you felt your eyes start to water. the air was finally quiet for a few moments as you processed everything. ‘she has to. It’s her job. i need to understand that…’ you thought. But you just couldn’t. you just couldn’t stand the thought of mikasa being gone that long. the silence finally broke in the air as your voice choked up “I just don’t want you to leave me..!” your voice broke, as the tears you’d been holding in did aswell. You choked out sobs, deep, heavy, sobs, as your voice shattered sentences of incoherent. Mikasa froze for a moment, before her gaze went soft as it lied on you. her warm embrace laced hands around your figure as it held you tightly, her eyes filling with sadness. “Oh..don’t cry love..” she whispered as your cries continued, her arms wrapping lovingly around you. “I know darling, I know this is hard.” Mikasa said, as her hand raised your face from your palms to look you in the eyes. her fingers caressed tears off your face as she helped you calm down. “I promise you, I’ll never leave you.. no matter what distance lays between us.”

𓏲·˚ ͙ annie

“You never listen to me! Ever! I mean fuck y/n why do I even bother at this point?!” Annie shouted angrily, her tone filled with more rage than usual. It started off as a dumb couples fight to now a full on argument spurring out angered insults with mindless thinking. “Oh really? You’re one to talk! That’s all you ever do is blame everything on me!” You spat back. Annie’s figure swiftly turned around to face you, “you’re the one that starts shit y/n, not me.” she sternly said. “I put up with your shit every day for the past 5 years. 5 YEARS Y/N! I’ve had to mother you! I’ve had to care for you! IM BASICALLY A GODDAMN BABYSITTER!” Her screams rang in your ears as you closed your eyes, her aggressively packing her bags.“Seriously?” You mutter out, “I’ve sacrificed friendships, I’ve sacrificed LIVES for you! I’ve sacrificed everything just to be with a warrior! I’ve done so much for you!” you screamed back. Annie looked at you, her eyes as stern as ever. “ All you’ve ever done for me is cause me problems,” her voice was serious, her voice was real. i think that’s the part that hurt the most, the fact that her voice said what her mind wanted to. and she was being honest. The anger you once had in your eyes faded to a soft gaze as you felt your heart shatter. Your eyes filled with tears as you stayed silent, trying not to cry. “That’s all you ever do.” Annie sternly said, failing to realize your soft whimpers would soon break into sobs. as you felt your world crashing down on you as tears streamed down your cheeks, your palms held your face in your hands as you cried. Annie turned back around from stuffing a shirt in her suitcase, her eyes landing on you. she stayed silent as you cried, not knowing what to do. But what she did know, that she really fucked up. Annie glanced at your figure, feeling that out of regret and guilt arise in her stomach. She softly came towards you, her arms carefully wrapping around your body as you dug your head into her shoulder, sobbing. “I’m sorry..” she whispered into your hair. “I’m sorry..” she said a bit louder. But you could tell from the tone in her voice, that she was being honest.

𓏲·˚ ͙ pieck

“Please y/n, I’m not in the mood.” Your girlfriend said, tiredness on her face. “But you said you’d stay tonight..” you disappointedly breathed out. “I barley see you enough as it is. You can’t just stay a few hours?” the woman turned around swiftly to look at you, “I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. I said no y/n, what part of that do you not understand?!” Her aggressive response caught you off guard, your air feeling more heavy around you. “..you don’t have to yell at me pieck..” you softly muttered out before she cut you off. “Well sometimes you just don’t fucking listen!” She shouted aggressively, taking out her anger on you. “Pieck stop! I don’t want to fight with you!” You called back, trying to calm her down. “Then stop being so needy all the time and let me rest!” She replied. Her words made you feel like a burden as you felt your chest get tighter, confused and saddened as to what you did wrong. “..fine…” you sighed out, turning away to walk upstairs. You heard pieck mutter a “finally” under her breath as your vision became blurred, tears swelling up in your eyes. You turned back around in the doorway to look at pieck. “..I’m sorry If i did something wrong..” your voice wobbled out, catching her attention. Pieck starred at you, tears flowing down your face as you slightly hummed soft cries. She was token aback by your state, clearly now realizing how she acted towards you. “Oh.. dove..” pieck softly said, “no..no no sweetie” the messy haired woman came over to you, her eyes fixated on your own watery orbs. Guilt plastered on her face as she hugged you tightly, making you take in a deep breath to stop your sobs from getting worse. “Honey, I’m so sorry dear.. I don’t know what gotten into me lately.. I’ve just been so stressed.. I shouldn’t of token it out on you love… I’m so sorry sweetheart please don’t cry..” she said, drying your tears with tissues. “I..know you’ve been… stressed.. and I’m sorry I just miss you…” you managed to get out in between breaths. “Im sorry darling..”

𓏲·˚ ͙ hange

The one night that you rarely have with you and hange alone, cancelled all because of some stupid paperwork they could get to in the morning? “Seriously Han?! Do you know how long we’ve been planning this?” You hear hange sigh from their desk as they touch the bridge of their nose. “I’ve told you y/n I have too many things to do! Why do I have to keep repeating myself like a skipping record?!” Hange scolded at you. Apparently this date meant more to you then it did to her. Way more. To the point they’d rather do paperwork than go on it. “You can do that shit in the morning! This is the one night we finally can go out and you’re telling me no?!” You angrily shouted at her. “Fuck hange! I’ve barley seen you in weeks! I wake up and your not there! I go to sleep and your not there! Why is everything about your fucking work?! Why is it never about me?!” You shouted at them, their face filling with more irritation than before. “I’m not saying it again.” They said, picking back up their pen and scribbling down on their paperwork. “Really? You’re really gonna do this to me?” You said, trying to not flip out on them. Hange didn’t reply, but just ignore you. “Gonna ignore me like you always do, huh?” You scoffed. A rage burning up inside you as you ranted. “You know why the hell are you even in a relationship if you’re commander?! You leave me out in the fucking dust! You act like I’m not even there! Is all I am just a fuck to you when you’re too stressed to function?! Huh?! Is that paperwork more important than me-“ “YES! FUCK ANYTHING TO SHUT YOU UP!” they yelled, cutting you off. You felt your heart sink as they screamed, going on about how you never listen, always complain, how they’re always too busy and stressed. Too focused on their rant to notice the tears falling down your eyes and your small shaky breaths. “AND I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO DEAL WITH Y-“ they cutt themself as they saw your shattered figure, your eyes filled with tears as they kept streaming like a river down your face, dripping onto the floor. ‘At least now they were quiet, huh hange?’ they thought, realizing how badly they hurt you. You just started at the floor avoiding eye contact as they breathed out a sigh, fixing their glasses. “I..c-come here love.” They said, their hand gesturing for you to come closer as they walked towards you. Hange sighed as they felt you collapse into their arms, not knowing when the last time they held you like this was. She let you sob, rubbing circles onto your back as she occasionally pressed kisses into your hair, relaxing into you. “I know I haven’t been the best partner, y/n. I’m not a good partner at all. I’m sorry.”

𓏲·˚ ͙ sasha

“I am doneee!!! Donee!! No more arguing i cant hear you!!” Sasha plugged her ears as you continued to pour out everything that was in you. From the late nights out, to the not knowing where she was. It was too much. You’d never get a serious answer, all you’d get is your concerns blown off with a ‘ehh you’re dramatic babe’ it was like she took nothing seriously. Not your emotions. Not your concerns. Not even your relationship. “Sasha fucking stop!” You yelled. “I’m trying to talk to you about something that concerns me and all you do is plug your ears and ignore me!” You cry out. “Do you even care about us at all?!” You say, to be greeted with a nonchalant “oh wow and now you think I don’t care?” Sasha scoffed, hopping off the counter. “You’re frustrating me! Ive already told you I’m having fun I’m safe I’m fine I’m not cheating on you!” They blurted out. “Sash that is not even my concern! Maybe you’d know what it is if you’d actually listen!!” You yelled out. “Oh trust me, I listen.” She bit into her Apple. “I have to listen to your insecurities all the time. And I have to deal with ‘em. I’ve gotta put up with ‘em!” She remarked back, making you even more frustrated. “Then why don’t you do anything about it?! Why don’t you care?!” “Damn it y/n I do!” “Then shut up and listen!” She laughed at your remark, confusing you. “Gosh you really don’t quit do you?” Sasha chuckled, making your blood boil. You had enough, you were so filled with rage and hurt. You felt tears start spurring out your eyes as you yelled and cried and sobbed, catching Sasha off guard. “Y/n?” She looked around, lost. “Hey-uh..” Sasha just starred at you and your broken figure, sobbing and crying. “D-did I really make you that upset..?” She questioned, taking in the state you’re in. “Babe..” they came closer to you as you muttered a “go away..” in between sobs. “Hey no nooo babe.. ah gosh..” Sasha said, trying to comfort you. “Ah..please don’t cry pretty, I’m sorry darlin’..” she hugged you tightly, pressing your figure up agaisnt hers. “I’m gonna do better honey, I promise.”

a/n: I AM SO FUCKING TIRED

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ikarasu · 5 months

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🍫White Chocolate🍫

Yandere Carlo/P x Reader

Warning: spoilers, yandere behavior, broken bones, and death

P/Carlo’s Perspective: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Final Part: 🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Word Count: 1715

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At a young age, Carlo and I knew that we were to marry. My parents were successful vehicle inventors who were very interested in Geppetto’s works. Geppetto wanted his son to marry the perfect spouse. So our parents took an opportunity and formed an arranged marriage. I knew that Carlo hated me, because of the arrangement. Feeling that now he has no chance of experiencing real love. I, on the other hand, fell in love at first sight. Everything that Carlo did felt so honest and pure. I watched Carlo grow up into a fine young man, but our relationship never improved. He would always avoid me at any chance given. Yet I still loved him despite his bitter nature towards me. Loving Carlo was like savoring dark chocolate. It’s so pure and rich but leaves nothing but a bitter aftertaste.

As the plague worsened my family had us move away from Krat. Yet my parents still caught the disease and eventually passed away six months after contracting it. I returned to Krat in hopes of finding Geppetto and Carlo. Only to return to the beginning of the puppet frenzy. I found Geppetto and was told of Carlo’s passing before he rushed me to take refuge at The Krat Hotel with a few other survivors.

I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve taken refuge here. But I’ve grown to enjoy the company of others. Usually, I help around with Polendina or chat with Sophia and Eugénie. I have not heard news from Geppetto recently, and I can’t help but worry. Leading me to think about Carlo and how I wasn’t there for his final moments. It hurts to think that I never got to say bye and tell him the truth about my feelings.

The loud creaking of the front entrance doors opening pulls me out of my thoughts. Like a bitter pill, I swallow up my feelings and head downstairs to greet whoever had just entered. As I head down the stairs I hear Sophia chatting. ‘It must be another survivor…’

“Sophia, who’s the newcomer-“

I stop as I look up at the face of the newcomer. Suddenly I feel sick to the stomach and I take a step back.

“I-it can’t be….”

There stands a confused familiar face. His unfamiliar blue eyes are glassy and dull, but his freckles are a constellation of stars I have memorized by heart.

“Oh, (name), I want you to meet P” Sophia says as she looks over at me with concern.

P raises his hand slowly as he stares at me. He almost touches my hand but I run. I headed to my room as fast as I could. My breath is erratic, my heart is pounding, and my mind is spinning. I feel like the world is collapsing on me and I fall to my knees and cry alone in my room.

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*knock knock*

I refuse to move from my bed after the events from earlier today. The confusion and feeling of being lied to is conflicted inside me.

“(Name)… it’s me, Geppetto. May I come in?”

He sighs as he hears no response from me.

“I’m assuming you met my latest creation…..”

The door whips open revealing my angered expression.

“Is that what he is, Geppetto? Just another toy to you?! Some sick way to make up for your shortcomings as a father figure to Carlo?!”

My fists are trembling and the hot tears spill from my cheeks. Geppetto holds one of my fists gently before making me look at his face.

“Let me explain everything to you… there’s more to it…”

We sit in my room as Geppetto explains his whole plan to revive Carlo. I hesitate at his words, everything about it seems inhumane. Yet he tries to reassure me with promises of me getting my chance to love Carlo again.

“I can’t Geppetto… none of this sounds right. I miss Carlo as well, deeply, but this is too much for me.”

I guide him out of my room to let me process everything that has been said.

The next few days I try to go through my day as per usual. Trying to ignore those same blue glassy eyes following my form as I pass by. Despite their beautiful color, they’re too fake and doll-like for me to appreciate.

I go to the library to browse some books to read. On the top shelf, I notice one of my favorite books sitting on it. I try to reach for it as best as I can. My fingers barely graze the spine of the book before suddenly I feel a cold form pressing against my back. A larger hand easily grabs the book I was reaching for. Turning around slowly I refuse to meet his eyes. I quickly take the book and give him a quiet thank you before running off. If I had taken the time to look I would’ve noticed the way his eyes showed something new, longing.

I try to avoid him whenever he is in the hotel. Until one day I was feeling more somber than usual. Today would’ve been Carlo’s birthday. Sitting alone at the piano I play an old tune, one that I thought Carlo would’ve enjoyed if he and I got along. The tears drip from my face as I continue to play. Quietly the front doors of the hotel open and P walks in. P’s footsteps go unnoticed by me as I drown myself in my sorrows. He feels something deep down in his heart pulling him towards me. The feelings ran deep and made the ergo in his veins flow more. He felt like he had no control over these feelings. Remembering Geppetto’s words in his office after defeating the watchman at the city hall.

“(Name) and Carlo were made for each other. Treat them well, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges at the moment. They’ll come around sooner or later”

The song comes to an end and the room is now only filled with the sounds of my quiet sobs. I gasp as I feel a hand touch my shoulder. P stands there and looks at me with concern.

“Go away… You’re the last ‘thing’ I want to see at the moment” I say resentfully.

Instead of listening to me, P pulls me into a hug. I freeze and then I let myself melt. Carlo would’ve never hugged me so comfortably. The tears spill more and for once I look back at those blue eyes. He stares at me so lovingly and kindly. Maybe this is okay…maybe I can love again…

As P progressed on his journey our relationship bloomed. He was patient when I was stubborn and he was loving when I needed it. Loving P was like milk chocolate. The perfect balance of sweetness with no bitter aftertaste. He was perfect and I gave him all of my heart.

P came into the hotel and came to my room. One look at his face and I knew what he was thinking. We lay together one last time before he had to go off and finish off Simon. Our tears and hearts are shared one last time.

“I promise to come back… I won’t leave you again, (name)”

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Screams are all I can hear ringing through the hotel. I hide in my room crying as I fear for my life. They’re all gone. Eugénie, Venigni, Antonia, Polendina, Pulcinella… they’re all gone. I hear footsteps approaching my room and I feel sick to my stomach. I pray for them to turn away and move on. It’s silent for a few moments before I hear the handle of the door turn. I hid in my wardrobe before the door could be opened. Holding my breath as I stare through the crack of my wardrobe. The room is empty and everything is silent. I let out my breath before suddenly brown eyes appeared in front of the crack. A scream is ripped out of my throat as I’m yanked out of the wardrobe.

“My love~ I promised you I would come back”

I tried to push at his form but his body wouldn’t budge an inch. Staring at familiar brown eyes that are now filled with bloodlust. Familiar constellations of freckles are nowhere to be found. Only splatters of blood and oil speckle his face.

“Let me go! You monster!” I scream as I continue to thrash in his iron-like hold.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice of you love~” he says in a sugary tone

I continue to thrash as tears fall from my eyes. Praying to any gods that all of this is just some nightmare. Suddenly he pulls me by the hair to force me to look at him. His tone taking a dangerous turn.

“Father promised me that we were made for each other. So start acting like it, love.”

I tremble in his hold submissively. He smiles and releases my hair before leaning closer to my face.

“That’s a good spouse~”

Before he could lean any closer I grabbed the vase behind him and smashed it on his head. He staggers and I make a run for it. Skipping over steps as I make a dash for the exit. I manage to run out the doors into the rainy entrance before I’m tackled down. Grabbing onto my leg he gives me a dangerous look. A sickening crack and a scream were all that could be heard. I cry as the pain shoots up my leg.

“See? That’s what happens when you’re not a good spouse. I have to clip your wings” his tone has returned to that sickening sweet voice.

He pulls out a ring and looks at me. I try to crawl away but he pulls me back cradling me. I cry as he slips on the ring and pulls me into a possessive kiss.

“That’s right, love! Cry! It’s a joyous moment for both of us. Now we can be together forever just as we were meant to be”

This ‘love’ is like white chocolate. Its overly sweet taste is there to cover up the fact it isn’t chocolate. Only this time it’s all that you have left.

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Notes: I will edit this eventually rippppp

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neos127 · 2 months

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WHY HER? - SIM JAEYUN (chapter nine)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. includes a written portion!

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Y/N shakily clicked on the ‘accept’ button of Jake’s face-time call. Quickly fixing her hair and setting the phone to a decent angle. Jake smiled once she picked up, his expression soon dropping after seeing her pout.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so afraid of getting close to me?” Jake spoke up, already starting the conversation Y/N had been dreading. The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking out her window to avoid eye contact.

“I just can’t believe that you have feelings for me, no other boy has ever shown this much interest in me.” Y/N admitted, nervously playing with her nails.

“Listen…it scares me too. I took a big chance with getting to know you but I don’t regret it one bit. You have such an amazing personality and that’s what sets you apart from everyone else. That’s why I like you so much.” Jake explained, making Y/N suck in a breath, her stomach twisting more and more.

“It’s just…imagining relationships is fun, it makes me giddy to think about that type of stuff. Even reading it and watching it in movies…but when it’s real, it becomes too real. I’d be putting myself in a vulnerable position and I’m afraid to get hurt. I know it’s stupid and inevitable, but that’s just how I feel.” Y/N explained, watching as Jake mulled over her words.

“Thank you for being honest with me, I understand how you feel. And I promise I won’t break your heart, Y/N. I couldn’t even think about doing that. You’re way too important to me.” Jake replied, his lips turning down into a frown when he saw a tear slip down her face. She quickly wiped it, sniffling a bit.

“And what about your career?” She asked softly. Jake’s eyes diverted from her face for a moment, letting out a small sigh.

“Well, we can try to hide our relationship for as long as we can. As long as my managers know they won’t mind helping us out. And just know that whatever anyone says about you, it isn’t true. They can’t be a real fan if they don’t support me.” Jake explained, trying to reassure Y/N. She nodded absentmindedly, really thinking about the consequences. It wasn’t going to be easy, Y/N was sure of it, but the soft gaze in Jake’s eyes was enough to sway her.

“Let’s do it then…before I projectile vomit everywhere.” Y/N chuckled, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. Despite how terrified she felt, she was still happy to know that he was just as into her as she was.

“Damn…sounds like you don’t like me that much.” Jake teased, a smile appearing on his face.

“Ugh please, I like you so much it hurts. It’s honestly kind of unfair how sweet and cute you are, I never stood a chance.” Y/N groaned, hiding behind her hands at the confession. Jake felt flustered, still not used to her complimenting him.

“Honestly, that’s how I feel about you. As soon as I saw your smile, I was done for.” Jake replied, the blush on his face was very obvious. Y/N bit back a smile, trying to hide her flustered state by looking out her window again.

“So- where do we go from here?” Y/N asked, still feeling a bit awkward about their conversation.

Um…i’ll ask you to be mine properly when I get back, I promise. I’m willing to make this work if you are.” Jake said, smiling at Y/N. Just the sight of her face was enough to make him giddy and he couldn’t wait to get back home and have her in his arms.

“Yeah, I am too.

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sheep-and-lykos · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6 - Reunion Sex: Older!Noctis Lucis Caelum x Fem!Reader

fuck it, Noct lives

not really a kink but something i've have in my drafts staring me down for awhile so tada

i had to rewrite this one because google docs wanted to be an asshole >:(

You stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over your wobbling heels and the long petticoat and skirt. Whipping your head around, you swallowed thickly as you watched Noctis shut the door behind him, turning the heavy lock until it clicked in place before turning to meet your gaze. His ocean blue eyes were dark, glazed over with lust, pupils blown so wide that they nearly swallowed those beautiful irises of his.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering, you swore you could hear them. Your heart was beating against your chest, your brain was running in a maze of fog.

The music was still raging on behind that door that Noctis blocked with his body, you both could hear the orchestra clashing and playing beautifully for the dancing crowd from where Noctis had pulled you out of. In a crowd as thick as that one, everyone dancing and laughing and drinking in celebration that the king is back, he could still pick you out of the group with such ease.

Even after all of these years, the passion you both had for each other had yet to settle, only growing like a sylleblossom bush.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Noctis broke the tense silence in the room first. His eyes were trained on you, practically undressing you. He hadn’t seen you since Lestallum over ten years ago; In his eyes, you really didn’t change at all - you were still as beautiful as ever. “Gladio, Ignis, Prompto?”

“I almost didn’t come, if I’m being honest.” Saying those words hurt your heart, dulling the butterfly tingling sensations in your gut just a bit. You saw the look of carnal hunger soften quickly in Noctis’ eyes, dark eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you wouldn’t have remembered-”

“I did,” he cut you off. “I still do. I remember everything.” Noctis took a few steps forward towards you, with every step he took it made your heart beat loud in your ears like a tightened drum. Even as he stood before you, you still felt like a giddy school girl. “Of course, I remember you. It’s impossible to forget someone like you, I could never forget.”

You felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes like glass shards. Your throat tightened up and your chest had started to ache. Just the look of worry overtaking Noctis’ face was enough to make your heart start to break.

Even though you both hadn’t seen each other in ten years, he was still as handsome as ever. He still had those dazzling eyes that rivaled royal jewelry, he still had those boyish good looks that aged like fine wine, and he still had those tender moments that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Even while standing before you, you knew exactly what you both wanted to do.

Noctis had reached a hand out, carefully taking your hand in his. He glanced down as he carded his fingers with yours, locking your hands together. He missed this. He missed you; So much that it fucking hurt. It was almost like it wasn’t real at first. Even with your skin pressed against his, it almost felt too real to even be real. Even as you’re standing before him, your warm flesh touching his, your perfume in his nose, your voice in his ears, he almost believed it all to be lies.

Noctis reached his other hand up, brushing his knuckles against your face, moving the stray hairs out of your face allowing him to see how well you’ve aged. His hand rested on your jaw, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to really look him in the eye. He felt his chest starting to tighten with emotions digging up the past ten years he’d spent all alone.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he murmured.

The emotional dams had broken on both sides as tears started to fall. Your hands had grabbed onto Noctis’ coat, dragging him in as close as your bodies would allow as he connected your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand that was now empty grabbed onto your back, fingers tangling with your hair and pressed your head as close to his as he could. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of salt slipping in from where your tears had met your lips. You grabbed at more of his coat, nearly tearing apart the expensive material from just how tightly you’d been holding it when you both had started to move before you even realized what was actually going on.

Your feet moved backwards, the two of you stumbling around the room until your ass had struck a lounge chair. You both tumbled down, your back landing against the stiff padding while Noctis braced himself on top of you, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you both looked at each other stunned.

“Noctis,” you whimpered. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a diseased woman and the only cure was the king now propped up above you. “I missed you, I need you.”

His hands snatched at the damned petticoats you had under that dress of yours - Astrals, you looked so radiant in this dress, Noctis almost didn’t want to remove it - and bunched them up at your waist. You eagerly grabbed onto them, helping him lift up your skirt at the same time, pooling everything just under your breasts. You shivered as Noctis’ hands gently caress your thighs, the once familiar feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin brought back such great memories. He hesitated, fingers curling up instead of re-exploring lands he’s ventured across before, and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Can I?” he asked in such a small voice, you barely heard it over the music still going on in the ballroom outside.

Your mouth had gone dry so you nodded quickly, swallowing thickly as your body hummed in excitement.

“Please,” you managed to croak out.

His slender fingers wrapped around the hemline of your panties which were starting to get wet before he slowly dragged them down your parted legs and eventually off of your person. Noctis hummed softly, his fingers were cool to the touch when they slowly stroked at your pussy. His fingertips slipped between your folds as if they were rose petals, soft and delicate and seemingly dripping with honey he so desperately wanted to taste. You sighed contently, sparks connecting in your nerves like long awaited surges of power, your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to take in full breaths. You swore you would cum just from Noctis carefully fingering you alone. He slipped in another finger, both digits teasing at your slick entrance before delving in like they did once upon a time. He remembered how you felt, how you tasted, he swore he could already taste it without his tongue even touching you. He curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out a high-pitched whine from your throat as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

Noctis withdrew his fingers after another moment, mesmerized by the slick that coated his two fingers before licking your sweet nectar right off of them. Your eyes connected once more, you could see the carnal intentions bubbling to the surface once again in those galactic blues.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, too.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, turning your head away as your face felt flushed from how sweet and how soft Noctis was being with you right now. You knew what he wanted to do to you, hell, you wanted him to do it too! But he’s taking his time, he wants to take his time.

His hands had started on his belt, fingers unlatching the silver clasp and unweaving the expensive black leather from the loops of his dress pants before dropping it to the floor with your wet panties. His fingers quickly fumbled with the front of his pants, undoing the buttons and peeling down the zipper to show off the erection that Noctis had been hiding under his clothing shockingly well. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bulge, your cunt cried for it.

Noctis slipped himself out of his underwear, fingers wrapping around his shaft and head and pumping his cock once, twice, three times before he guided it across your dripping pussy. You whimpered as you felt it tap at your passage, wincing at the painful stretch and quickly sighing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled your core without a second thought.

Noctis groaned loudly above you, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself, his hair falling in front of his face.

It was a good thing that the orchestra outside was still raging on and the crowd had still yet to notice that he had long since slipped out.

#ffxv #ffxv imagines #noctis x reader #prince noctis #noctis

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Just the Way You Are (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

Eddie’s girlfriend struggles with body image issues, but he can’t understand why.

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of weight, skipping meals, very brief allusion to sex, a lil angst but mostly fluff, Eddie, Reader, and the gang are in their 20s

WC: 1.1k

A/N: This is heavily based on my own experiences with body image issues and EDs. I never liked the trope of “partner fixes your insecurities,” so this isn’t wrapped up with a bow, but I think it’s pretty realistic.

“Hi, baby,” Eddie comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. He places small, soft kisses to the back of your neck. “Work was so stressful. Wanna help me relax?”

You put down the pitcher of water you were midway through refilling and gently pull away from his touch. “Maybe later, Eds,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice your discomfort.

“Dinner first?” he asks, reaching for one of the pamphlets on the fridge. “What are we feeling for Takeout Friday? I’m thinking...Chinese.”

“’M not hungry.” You try to sound casual, though you’ve never been good at lying to Eddie. There’s something about his beautiful brown eyes and sweet smile that makes you feel comfortable enough to bare your soul.

Luckily, he can’t see the guilty look on your face as he peruses the menu. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” you lie again. Well, half-lie; you technically don’t feel sick, but your skin hurts from where you’ve been pinching your stomach, upper arms, and thighs. You wish you could blame the magazine articles that flaunted headlines about losing 10 pounds in 3 days or the stick-thin models that graced the covers. Those didn’t help, but the real problem is inside your head.

You worked out consistently, mostly ate a healthy diet, but you hated your body. Even when people said you looked fit, or in-shape, or even thin, you still felt it wasn’t enough. You’d never look like a supermodel or the girls on TV.

Eddie catches on to the defeat in your voice and sets the paper down. “Talk to me.” He take your chin in his hand, tilting your head so you’re looking at him. You avert your eyes as quickly as you can.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, “you’re not getting out of this.” He scoops you up bridal style and sits on the couch with you in his lap. His fingers toy with your hair and you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“‘S nothing,” you reply quietly. “Just don’t want dinner tonight.”

“Please be honest with me,” he murmurs, lips on your temple. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

The floodgates open, tears wetting your cheeks as your façade cracks and your vulnerability pours through. “I hate how I look,” you admit between sobs.

Eddie’s brows furrow in genuine confusion. “Wha...how?” he sputters. “Baby, you’re so beautiful...”

“I want to lose weight, I don’t like my stomach, my arms look huge, and my hips are too wide.” You could go on, spend hours listing your various imperfections, but you end there.

“Am I missing something?” he asks, thumb caressing your bicep. “Your body is perfect. Wasn’t Robin just asking you if she could go to the gym with you so you can show her your workout routine?”

“But I could be thinner,” you tell him. “I still have some fat that I could get rid of.” You fidget slightly, grabbing your stomach between two fingers and pulling at it. “Like right here.”

Eddie yanks your hand away and laces his fingers between yours, preventing you from pinching yourself again. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s gonna be there whether I do that or not,” you protest, trying to wriggle your hand out of his grip, but he’s too strong.

He sighs, and it looks like he’s blinking back tears of his own. “I don’t understand,” he starts. “When I look at you, I see the most stunning, sexy, gorgeous woman. I’d keep you in my bed all damn day if I could.” He gives you a small smirk. “How can I make you feel the same way?”

You brush a hand against his cheeks. “You could support me losing weight.” Your voice is barely audible.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if you lose weight,” he argues firmly. “You’d have to, like, starve yourself.” His face falls when you don’t even flinch, and he realizes that you’re not opposed to the idea. “Oh, no. No, that is not happening.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you stand up and head into the bedroom. You swear you can feel every fat cell in your body.

Eddie knows that this is beyond him; he’s way out of his element. So he goes to the experts. Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley sit in front of him, sipping on steaming cups of coffee. He relays the whole story to them as they consider their responses carefully.

“This is more than just some insecurities,” Nancy says finally. “I think she needs to talk to a professional about this.” Robin nods her head in agreement.

“Like therapy?” Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Isn’t that for...?”

“Crazy people?” Robin fills in with a laugh. “No, therapy is for anyone who’s struggling with anything.” She lowers her voice slightly. “I went to a therapist after I came out to my family, and she really helped me accept myself, even without my parents’ approval.”

“Do you, uh, still have her number?” Eddie asks her. He feels some pressure lifted from his chest.

“I have her business card at home,” Robin tells him, reaching over the table to grab his hand. “You’re a great boyfriend, Munson.”

“I just wish I could fix it,” he mutters, “take away all the hate she has for herself, y’know?”

Nancy gives a small smile. “I know,” she says, “but being there for her, supporting her while she works through things...that means more than you realize.”

He’s nervous about presenting the idea of therapy to you, worried that you’ll be offended. But you don’t get upset; in fact, it feels like something clicks. Like there might possibly be a day when you aren’t repulsed by your appearance.

“And I’ll still be here to listen,” he rambles, parroting what he went over with his friends, “but I think it’ll be really good for you to have someone who can help you get to the root of this.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small beige card. “Robin recommended her; said she’s excellent.”

You cautiously take the business card, the ten digits daunting. You swallow your pride, your fear, and look into his doe eyes. “I’ll call right now,” you say, heading for the phone.

But before you can, Eddie takes your wrist and pulls you close, pressing a long, soft kiss to your lips. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs. “I got you, every step of the way.”

And then he hugs you tight, intent on never letting go.

@waitalice @your-mom18-05

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Kiss and Tell 💞

Okay hear me out, instead of the trope where Eddie dates the reader to get close to Chrissy, he dates Chrissy to get close to the reader. If I'm being honest though, I see Eddie getting 2 days into his little rouse and spilling the beans because he feels so guilty and it gives him a bad tummy ache.

Request by anon 💞

Changed this slightly to Eddie asking out Chrissy for lunch and during the date, he spills the beans completely that he's in love with the reader and thought he could use this lunch date to get closer to Chrissy who would help him get close to yn.

Now the reader doesn't know that it's not a real date and thinks it's for real and is heartbroken until Chrissy reassures her.

Cue love confessions.

Warnings; Angst to Fluff.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞💞

Eddie felt nervous, he wasn't even sure this would work. Would asking out Chrissy even help him get closer to yn?

Guilt churns in his stomach as he approaches the cheerleader table ignoring the way some of them look at him.

Except for yn, she gives him the biggest, being smile and his heart skips several beats.

Shit, why is he doing this? He hopes this fucking works.

"Hey, Chrissy you want to go out for lunch?" Chrissy looks surprised but nods.

"Of course Eddie" she replies sweetly she assumes it's just as friends and Eddie completely misses the way that yn's face falls.

💞

Eddie liked talking to Chrissy, she was very sweet but the guilt was filling him up inside about asking her out to get close to yn.

Why did he think this could be a good idea? Jesus h Christ, he was an idiot.

The guilt only grows worse and he can't ignore it any longer, it's making his stomach hurt and his head. He isn't cut out for this shit and it was a stupid idea.

He had to work up the courage to ask yn out without any of this shit.

"Chrissy, this is so dumb but I asked you out to get closer to yn because I'm completely in love with her and don't know how the fuck to tell her. I don't even know why I thought this was a good idea"

Chrissy frowns.

"This is a date? I thought this was just as friends Eddie? I never would have agreed if I knew it was a date", he swears and bites his lip.

"I'm so sorry, I told you it was dumb. Can you help me please?" Chrissy decides to take pity on him.

"Okay, but you should have just asked her. She's so sweet Eddie, she won't bite", he nods and sighs.

"She makes me nervous, fucking butterflies in my stomach, heart racing, the whole works, I just need help". Chrissy smiles.

"You really do like her?",

"I really do, in fact I'm in love with her, she's incredible, beautiful. I think about her all the time and I want to be with her so badly". She softens.

"Then I'll help"

💞💞

She was heartbroken. Eddie was on a date with Chrissy.

It was silly but she thought Eddie might like her but it turned out that he liked Chrissy instead.

The feeling of heartache washes over her and she can't keep the tears at bay and she rushes to the bathroom.

Eddie was nothing like the guys she hung around and it was so refreshing, she fell head over heels for him.

Soon the crush turned to her being head over heels in love and now she was too late.

Shit!

When she comes out Eddie is back and with The Hellfire boys. That was quick? If it was a date it would be a bit longer surely?

Chrissy gently places her arm on her shoulder instinctively seeming to know why she's upset.

"Are you okay sweetie?" she shrugs as the hurt comes racing back and she turns to Chrissy trying not to let out how upset she was or the fact that she had been crying.

"How was your date with Eddie?". Chrissy gapes and shakes her head.

"That wasn't a date honey, Eddie was asking me for some advice. I wouldn't do that to you, I know how much you like him, you go on about him all the time and I'm not interested in him. You know I still love Jason" her aching heart eases and she smiles at Chrissy's teasing.

She is curious about what Eddie would need advice from Chrissy about?

"Oh, advice about what?" Chrissy beams.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough" okay now she was definitely intrigued.

💞💞

It's late by the time she gets out of cheer practice and she's very tired. Eddie is just leaving Hellfire.

It's raining and she wishes she had driven to school today instead of walking, the wind was picking up and golden leaves fluttered in the air.

It was so chilly and very dark and she didn't want to walk past that creepy wood to get home.

Eddie jogs over to her and she smiles.

"Hey, you want a ride?" she relaxes and nods gratefully, glad he seems to have read her mood.

"How did your lunch with Chrissy go. I thought it was a date", she tells him and he shakes his head.

"Nah, I mean I did make it a date though not for the reasons you think, Chrissy told me she would have never have agreed if she thought it was a date and the truth is I wanted to go on this lunch to ask about you, to know how to get closer to you".

She listens to his explanation and frowns.

"Eddie, you could have just asked me out" he nods.

"Shit, I know. I know it was a stupid idea, even Chrissy said it and in the end, she just told me the advice I needed. To just ask you out. Said she had a feeling that you would say yes".

His brown eyes shine hopefully and she takes his hand.

"So ask me?" She tells him and squeezes his hand and he takes a deep breath.

"Would you like to go out with me? Be my girl" she reaches up and kisses his cheek.

"I'd love to Eddie, maybe you can come in once we get to mine? We can watch a movie or something"

He strokes her cheek and kisses her, brushing his lips against hers, then deepening the kiss.

"The truth is I'm in love with you sweetheart" his confession of love makes her so ecstatic and she presses another soft kiss to his lips.

"I'm in love with you too Eddie, so...movie night?" he grins.

"Fuck, yeah. Lead the way princess" he motions for her to go ahead then holds his van door open and motions her inside all the while she is giddy that she's on a first date with the guy she has been in love with forever.

💞💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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melishade · 18 days

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Damn! Even my double-checking isn't doing me any good.

Number 99?

This ask game

Maria learning about who her father is in the Peaceful Timeline: Part 21: Maria learning about her Biological Dad

Ymir was quietly digging a hole in the dirt before Optimus' holoform placed a potato in the hole she dug. The two had repeated this process a few times before watering the soil. Ymir had wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, but that only managed to get some dirt on her cheek.

"You have some dirt on your cheek," Optimus remarked.

Ymir used the sleeve of her dress to wipe it off, and when it was clear, Optimus gave her a silent nod to confirm it was gone. The two were ready to plant carrots in their small garden on the right side of the cabin, but-!

"Optimus! Ironspark!" Both had turned their attention to Megatron's holoform walking up to them, giving a fifteen-year-old Maria a piggyback ride. Optimus was about to ask what was wrong, but there was a sullen expression written all over her face that concerned the both of them."

"She has been asking questions," Megatron proclaimed before getting on his knees, "Answer her honestly."

Maria climbed off of Megatron's back before taking a few steps forward. The teen rubbed her arm and gulped, nervous to ask what has been on her mind for so long.

"I...I need to know," Maria began before blurting it out, "Who's my real father?!"

Optimus flinched at the question while Ymir's whole body seize up entirely. Optimus glanced over to see Ymir's hands clenching her dress and trembling. Optimus turned his attention to Megatron, but the former warlord shot him a look.

"She was bound to ask about someday," Megatron reminded, "Now give her an honest answer."

Optimus turned his attention to Maria. "Firelight, could you...please sit down?"

Maria didn't like this. She didn't like the way that Optimus looked so tense, and how scared her Mama looked, but she complied. She slowly sat down on her knees and rested her hands against her abdomen, trying to ease the feeling in her gut.

"Who...is he? Who's my real father?" Maria asked.

Optimus wanted to say so many things. He wanted to answer her question, but he also wanted to reassure her that her biological father was not her true family. But he also knew that it wasn't his place to say. It was Ymir's place, but she looked so frightened to say a words. Should he speak on her behalf? It looked like he had no choice.

"Maria...your father...he-!"

"King," Ymir uttered, fear laced in her voice.

Maria felt her stomach drop and her heart shatter, the last of her innocence burned with that single word. Her throat burn and she clamped her mouth shut, preventing any bile from coming out. She just felt so sick. How could she not? The man who brought run to the world, the man who conquered lands and pillaged villages, the man who hurt her Mama and Oshern and so many others, was her father. It-it all made sense. Why the villagers thought she was strange and unkempt, why her father was never there at all, why...why she just...she was...

"So I really am a monster," Maria spoke without thinking.

Optimus gasped in horror, mortified at the words that came out of her mouth. Before he could retort, Ymir practically lunged towards her daughter and grabbed her face, forcing her daughter to look her dead in the eye. Maria was shocked, never imagining such anger on her own mother. Ymir's own fearfulness had disappeared in an instant.

"Ma-!"

"NO!" Ymir bellowed at her, stunning everyone, "NO! Understand?! No! No monster!"

"But-!"

"Say it!" She commanded, her voice getting sore, "Say it! Maria! No monster! No monster!"

"I'm not a monster!" Maria yelled, even though she wasn't sure if she believed it entirely. Maria yelped when Ymir pulled her close and hugged her so tight she was certain she was going to break something.

"Mine..." Ymir declared, "My...baby...my...beloved...mine."

This time, Maria felt tears well up in her eyes before she hugged her mother back. The teen couldn't help but sob in her mother's arms while Ymir did everything she could to hold back her own tears. She had to be strong for her daughter. She had to be.

Optimus immediately stood up and turned his attention back to Megatron. "Go get Oshern and Rose and bring them back to the cabin."

Megatron nodded and ran towards the trail that led to the bottom of the mountain. Optimus turned his attention to the sobbing girl and her tearful mother before offering a hand. "Let us go inside and get you something to drink. This is...a conversation long overdue."

Maria nodded. "Okay...,"

(Number 32 has been asked the rest is free game.)

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theclaravoyant · 6 months

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AN ~ Inspired by the events of Ep07, a UA following when Stede leaves the party. MASSIVE FUCKING SPOILERS.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “You're the smartest person I know." Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Ed Teach, Stede Bonnet. Ed/Stede. Tags: Canon Typical Violence, Panic Attack, Hurt/Comfort.

Slow

“I’ll be in my quarters.”

In a daze, Stede takes off toward his room. Ed feels something sickening and heavy settle in his gut. The crew tremors - some of them shout encouragement after their Captain, some of them seem as struck numb as he himself is. Ed glances at Izzy. Maybe this is the storm he hadn’t been able to see coming.

“I’ll go check on him,” Ed murmurs, nodding to Izzy the task of taking care of the rest of things here. Fucking Ned. Fucking Stede. Why did they have to be like this?

He raps a knuckle on Stede’s door. Nothing.

He tries again. Adds a “Hey.” Still nothing.

He’s just about to take a deep breath and push his way in when the door swings open in front of him. Stede is standing there still looking all sorts of messed up. There’s a deep, warm adoration in his eyes - maybe more than adoration, something steamier than that.

“Hey,” Ed offers. “You alright? I kind of freaked out after my first kill too. Although. It was my dad, so -”

Stede isn’t even listening, and for the first few seconds, Ed doesn’t care. Stede grabs him by the lapels and spins him around against the closed door and Ed’s concern turns into molten smutty goo. He’s only a man, and Stede’s strong I’m a real pirate arms are holding him and he’s moaning against his lips and digging his hands into his hair and it feels like flames are licking up through his body and it’s everything he dreamt.

Except for the fucking bell. The bell tinkles against his neck and knocks him coldly back to reality. He grasps for the last remaining scraps of his resolve.

“Stede- Stedestedestedestede,” he insists between kisses. “No. Stede! You’re whimming! We’re whimming! Fucking- Stop this!”

He shoves Stede back hard enough to knock the frenzy off its course. It dies quickly, like dousing hot metal in the sea, a choked off whimper in his throat. Stede’s eyes fill with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“It’s just the adrenaline, mate. You’ll be fine.” Ed takes a moment to catch his breath, and pry his back off the door - and, if he’s being honest, curse this whole healthy choices business - but Stede doesn’t look convinced. He looks like he’s about to throw up.

“D’you want to go sit in the bathtub about it?”

The actual bathtub is otherwise engaged, serving as an oversized ice bucket for the abandoned party drinks, but as it turns out they might have something better. Ed pegs up one of Stede’s robes over the windows in his little bed nook and wraps him in another. Stede tries to be helpful, but his movements are stunted and unsteady as the memories play behind his eyes. Bad memories. Ed’s been there.

“I’m an idiot,” Stede whispers. “My father was right. I was never cut out for this.”

“Hey,” Ed chides. “You’re not an idiot, you’re the smartest person I know. Even smart people don’t make the best decisions all the time.”

“I should have listened to you, Ed.”

“‘Should have’ is a dangerous road to go down, mate. You made the decisions you made. Gotta make peace with that or it’ll drive you crazy.” He drops his eyes. He’s such a fucking hypocrite. But he’s trying. “Besides. He’s a prick, he deserved it.”

Stede shakes his head, but he can’t really articulate what he means by it. He’s always been an impulsive ass. He sometimes gets it in his head that he’s better than that and prides himself on a sense of justice based on more than what people may or may not deserve. He’s always been insecure about his lack of a stomach for violence. But now that he’s had the chance to indulge in it up close, and he’s taken it, and he can’t take it back... He wishes he was naive again, and in the same breath, wishes he was stronger.

The thoughts chase each other around in his head, until he’s so sick with them he can’t even properly appreciate the fact that Ed is now kneeling in front of him, helping him out of his boots and his belt so that he can properly embrace the sheltered little cove he’s created for them. He watches in awe of Ed’s gentle touch after everything he’s been through. Everything he’s done. He can’t shake the feeling of blood on his face but he pushes through it. Maybe he doesn’t have to choose between the beauty and the violence in this world. Slowly, slowly, the room stops spinning.

Ed encourages him to lie back, and tucks him into the blankets, and he’s never felt so warm and safe in his life. It’s a good little hidey for a breakdown. Satisfied with his work, Ed gives him a smile and Stede smiles back.

“You gonna be okay?” Ed asks again.

“Yeah.” Stede nods this time. “I think so.”

“Okay, then.” His smile falters, bittersweet, and he stands up to leave. Stede hooks a finger to hold him back.

“Wait,” he asks. “Would you stay? Just to sleep, I promise. Please?”

That, Ed can do. He indulges himself in one of those delectable robes and requests some of Stede’s new favourite - camomile tea - from the crew outside. They exchange some looks. Of course they do. Wouldn’t be the first time there’s been Holy Shit I Just Killed Someone sex on a pirate ship. Let alone That Was Really Hot, You Defending My Honour Back There or the classic Thank God We’re Alive sex. Let them twitter, he figures. They’ll sort all that shit out later. For now, he gets to stay. And make himself into a cradle behind Stede and stroke his sweat-slicked, humidity-addled, soft and most perfect hair while the dust begins to settle around them. Gradually their hearts both slow. He could have sworn they were starting to breathe together, when Stede breaks the silence once more.

“Ed?” he asks quietly. “Tell me more about our inn.”

“What?”

“Our inn. Back at the Republic, you said we ran an inn. I’d really like to hear about it. If that’s okay.”

It’s so fucking okay he could cry.

#fictober23 #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #clara's fic tag

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worldswithoutendings · 2 years

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Numb [Eddie Munson]

18+ MINORS DNI!

pairing: Eddie Munson x Female! reader

Summary: after seeing eddie for weeks things turn back to normal pretty quickly

warning: smut, daddy kink, fluff in the beginning (ig?)

You didn’t know how quick your breathing went, while you were waiting at skull rock for Steve and Eddie.

Eddie and you haven’t seen eachother in weeks because of everything that happened. First you were terrified that he had enough of you as a girlfriend, but he was just protecting you of everything that happened. Deep down you were jealous that you weren’t part of it. what if he died? You couldn’t imagine a life without him, so you were really proud of yourself of how you took care of yourself.

The sun started to set and you were kicking leafs with your shoe, hoping they would hurry up. Right at the time you were about to give up you hear people talking in the distance. Making your heartbeat rise up “please be eddie please be eddie please be eddie” you whispered while the talking became louder by the minute.

“to be honest it was pretty metal and i-oh my god” Eddie’s voice rose up as you saw him and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeal seeing him. For someone who had been fighting demobats he looked insanely good. Without saying a thing his threw his arms around you and inhaled your scent “thank god you’re okay” you whispered in his ear.

You took him home with you, already alerted your mom that Eddie would come home. Mom was ofcourse estatic, she knew Eddie is a good man and wouldn’t hurt a soul so she was shocked to say the least.

So she made lasagna and made sure to have an extra towel in the bathroom. Gave Eddie the biggest hug she had ever given anyone else except you “i’m so happy you’re okay Eddie” she said as she looked him in the eyes “thank you so much, i really needed this” Eddie starts to get tears in his eyes “baby” your voice broke as you wiped away his tears.

After dinner and Eddie telling all about his horrifying adventure in the upside down you took him upstairs so he could take a shower. You laid down on your bed in your sleeping clothes, ofcourse you had already spend a few times in bed together. But after not seeing eachother for a few weeks made you shy about your body, you did gain a few pounds from stress eating so you had a little buldging belly. Making you insecure of how you looked.

When he came out of the bathroom with his hair damp and his sleeping clothes he immediatly crawled towards you on the bed making you giggle “monkey boy” “not just some monkey boy, yours” he said as he pinned you down, making you lock your legs around his waist as he hovers above you “i missed your pretty face” he whispers as he looks at you “i missed your pretty face too” “we sound so clingy” “we are! We haven’t seen eachother for weeks so it’s bound to happen” if he hadn’t hold your wrists down you would’ve poked him in his sides.

You were afraid to kiss him, scared that he would vanish and it would all be a dream, resulting in just you in your bedroom daydreaming of Eddie finally coming back “what’s wrong sweetheart” “I’m just, scared that this is not real” “but i am real, watch” he says as he starts to kiss your cheek all the way down to the collar of your shirt making you giggle “okay i believe you” you decide to do the exact same thing in return making his hold on your wrists weaker “did you know that when you choked me, the night before everything. It stayed there for a week” you whisper in his ear “did it? damn” he lets go of one of your wrist to put his hand underneath your shirt, caressing your stomach as he starts to kiss you deeply.

All your insecurities vanished when Eddie had put his hands on your body, making you feel loved again. Awakening the touchstarved side of you as you pushed your body fast against him “hasty aren’t we” he smirks and you let out a soft moan “just shut up and touch me Eddie” “your wish is my command sweetheart”

Within seconds both of your clothes were on the floor and you both take eachother in, resulting in swearing from Eddie in your ear and repeating how much he missed you, making you do the same thing. But you push Eddie down and start to kiss his chest, down to his penis. His hand goes to your hair as you put him in your mouth “yes sweetheart” he moans out resulting in your to bob your head quicker. His other hand goes down your back making you arch it “fuck, so beautiful” he moans and you decide to take him in as fully as you can, making him buck his hips in response until he reaches his climax.

Like the good girl you are you swallow everything as he cums in your mout hand he pulls your head backwards to see it, you open your mouth after swallowing “good girl” his breathing is shallow and you lay down next to him only for him to sit between your legs and he stares at your wet pussy for a while “like what you see baby?” “ofcourse i do’ his eyes starts to darken as he lifts your legs up in a comfortable position and he starts to eat you out like never before, resulting in swearing from your and trying to grab his body only sending you more into overdrive.

After you reached your climax he keeps fingering you till your body starts to shake “eddie, oh my-“ you let out a loud moan ‘you know right now that’s not my name sweetie” he says as he puts a hand on your stomach “daddy” you moan out “good girl”

After you rode out your third orgasm he puts you down on the bed again “ready for the real deal babygirl” “always daddy” you whisper as he positions himself in front you. You take a deep breath as you feel him thrust into you for the first time and you put your nails in his shoulder “fuck” you whisper and he bites down on your shoulder “still have to get used to me hm?” he asks and you nod immediatly, but he keeps thrusting deep inside you. After a while you got used to him inside of your loosening your grip on him “deeper please” you moan and he smiles but goes slower “daddy no” you whimper, he repositions himself “are you gonna be a good girl?” he asks and you nod “use your words” “yes daddy” only to receive deeper and faster thrusts, making you go into a drunk like state.

He cums on your stomach after a while and he looks at your body for a minute “oh i wish i had a camera” he says as he starts to kiss you on your lips “you’ll get sticky’ you giggle ‘i’m already sweaty” “well, we should shower again” “we?” he perks up and drags you out of your bedroom into the bathroom.

“monkeys are you done?” you mom asked after a while, while you both were still showering (not sex, just showering) making you and Eddie go quiet “mom!” you squeal “what? I also want to sleep!” she laughs “ah, we’ll be done in a minute!” Eddie yells back.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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elisysd · 5 months

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34. Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside, it’s where my demons hide

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TW: depression / bullying / dark thoughts

Chapter soundtrack: Demons - Imagine Dragons

Coming out of Ethan’s flat she threw up. Her ears were ringing, her legs were barely carrying her and she felt sick in her stomach. She felt used, she felt stupid, she felt neglected, she felt naive. Things she thought she would never feel. She sat down on the floor, a few meters away from his building and let a mix of strangled cries escape her throat. She wanted to disappear. She pulled out her phone and called the first person that popped into her mind and who answered in the next minute.

“Julia?” Romy’s surprised voice could be heard from the other side of the line.

“I’m stupid, I was so stupid to trust him, Romy.” Julia cried.

“What? What is happening? Julia, where are you?”

“Ethan… he… we… fought. Again. It’s all we’ve been doing lately. And I don’t know how to communicate. We don’t know. We… We are only hurting each other. And it hurts so bad, Romy. This is not what I thought love would feel like. Why does it have to hurt like that?”

“Julia… you are worrying me. You don’t make any sense. Please, just breathe. Tell me everything from the start. Can you do that for me?”

And she did. She told her every single thing that happened. She told her about her fears and insecurities. She told her about what she felt and when it was finally over, Julia had no tears left to cry. She felt empty. Exhausted.

“I’m going to commit murder. I’m going to find him and tell him what a poor excuse of a man he is”

“I’m responsible too… I mean, I understand why he reacts that way… I’ve not always been the most reliable girl around him and..”

“You didn’t have to be! It was not as if you were in a real relationship at the time. He can’t hold it against you no matter how he might have felt. You felt a connection with Martin, you explored it. And I can’t blame you! He is a snack! But you made a choice, you chose him. Him not Martin! He can’t keep on doubting you or he is going to lose you. And I wouldn’t blame you for ditching him. He acts like an ass with you.”

“He doesn’t know how to deal with our situation and to be honest, I don’t know either.”

“But you want and you try to make it work, Julia. That’s the difference. And it’s telling.”

They kept on talking until Julia finally calmed down and breathed better. When they hung up, Julia had received several messages of her mom but also from Kat, something unusual. She opened them, curious and when she read that Ethan’s mom was asking her if she could go to her son after he found himself in the middle of a fight in a bar. Julia couldn’t believe what she was reading and her first instinct was to check the media and indeed, he was everywhere. She couldn’t hear what it was about but seeing pure rage on Ethan’s face, she knew it was not nothing. And finally, she recognised the group of men he was with and she felt anxiety rising in her throat again. Leroy. The guy that tormented her and made her feel like she was not worthy of being loved. Suddenly she remembered how Ethan was somehow friends with him and his group and she wanted to throw up again.

Every time she was hitting a new low and thought it couldn’t get worse, life managed to prove her wrong. Her legs still shaking a little, she got up and went back to his flat where she sat in front of his door, waiting for him. She felt stupid to still care about him and to make sure he was okay after how he treated her, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t have to wait for long as his silhouette soon appeared, still visibly angry. When he noticed her, he stopped dead in his tracks. She was the last person he expected to see today.

“I thought you would have left.”

“I came back.” she replied.

“Why?”

“Because your mom texted me about you getting in trouble.”

He sighed, opening the door and entering the flat, closely followed by Julia. He went to the kitchen, to get a glass of water that he also served to her and sat next to her on one of the tools. He quickly checked his phone to see a few missed calls from Ashley and he didn’t dare to open the social media to know how bad it was. The media were going to have a field day with this story.

“What happened?” Julia asked softly.

“I met old acquaintances that are definitely not acquaintances anymore. You never told me you dated Leroy.” he said in a low voice, checking her reaction and when he saw her tensing, he understood that it was a sensitive topic.

“It’s something I want to forget.”

He saw how she started to scratch the skin around her nails, until blood started to form and he took her hand in his to force her to stop.

“Talk to me, Julia…”

“Look who wants to talk when it’s convenient for them…” she mumbled.

“Please… I’ll apologize later I promise but for now, I need you to tell me what he has done to you to make you like that. He said things, Joolsie… mean one.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, her hand still in his as she stood up, making him follow her to the couch.

“He… he made my life hell back then.”

And she told him everything. How Leroy asked her out and seemed sweet at first and how she started to get popular. To have friends that were including her in everything. She went to parties, she was going out, she never questioned Leroy when he asked to meet her dad and how he was always nice and polite. She thought he really loved her. And then how he started to change when she refused to let him touch her where she didn’t want to get touched and how he decided to change his behavior. How he always belittled her for her dreams, how suddenly she was not invited anywhere, how he was distant. How little by little she felt more and more on her own, isolated from everyone until he broke up with her in public, in front of the entire school. And then the insults came, the little comments everyone was making whenever she was answering the teachers’ questions until she stopped talking at school. How she was arriving in the morning anxious and how she was always planning to hide in the restrooms until the bell would ring. How students she didn’t even know were pulling her hair or worse, spit to her face. She told Ethan how the PE classes were the worst. How she was always the last one to be picked when it was time to make teams. And how the changing rooms were the worst, how they were taking pictures of her while she was changing without her knowing to show them to other students. How the kids were stealing her stuff. She had never felt more alone. The teachers knew what was happening but never dared to say anything.

She was less and less herself and more and more closed off. She was not talking anymore, always in her room. She started to get aggressive with her dad and her mom, even with Louis. She was hurt and she knew she should have said something but she started to believe everyone when they were telling her that she was worthless, that she was stupid, that she was ugly, that no one cared about her, that she would only be a burden and that no one would believe her. After all, they were probably right. Who would believe the word of one girl against the word of a whole school? She was ashamed to admit it but came to a point where she contemplated the idea of leaving the world.

“I remember it so clearly Ethan… I had this indoor swing in my room. And I remember how it would be so easy to just hang a rope to the hook. That I would just need to step on the swing and give a nice push and everything would be over. That I would not suffer anymore.” She was crying, barely able to catch her breath as Ethan pulled her more against him, kissing her hair, not knowing what else to do as she kept telling him everything.

One day it had been the last straw. Someone had pushed her in the stairs making her fall from the first floor to the ground floor, right as everyone was leaving the classrooms. She remembered how someone stepped on her arm and how another one gave her intentionally or not a kick in her back. She had not been able to hide that she was limping and the bruises on her skin. And even with visible proof, she tried to lie her way out when her parents confronted her but her parents were not stupid and had not let her do it. So she had told them.

The next day, Charles and Lyanna were in the principal office, threatening to press charges against the school. After hours of discussion and in front of a school that didn’t seem to grasp how bad Julia’s situation was, her parents had decided to get her out of there and to let her be homeschooled. It had taken a lot of therapy sessions and years for her to get back her self-confidence but she had done it. But from this day she had swore to herself that she would never let herself fall for anyone else, traumatized by what had happened.

Silence fell in the room when she finally stopped talking. Ethan didn’t know what to say. He felt guilty and even more than that. He felt like the last of the scumbag. How he treated her, how talked to her… He understood better how she might have felt and he wanted nothing more but to go back in time to erase his words.

“I’m sorry, Julia… and sorry is not enough.” he whispered as if talking louder would make her break.

“I don’t want your pity. It’s the past. What is done is done.”

“No… I’m not sorry about what happened back then, I mean I am but… How I acted towards you recently… and you are still here, with me. You should leave me. I don’t deserve you. And to think that I’ve been friends with Leroy… I saw them being mean to you, I played along… But I swear I didn’t know the extent of it or else…”

“I don’t hold it against you. You were barely there.”

“I should have broken both of his legs and not only his nose.” he said, angry and he felt her chuckling against his chest. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I think it’s just the nerves. I’ve never told anyone this story. Only my mom and my dad knows. Romy knows only a small part.”

“Thank you. For trusting me with that.”

She straightened up and rubbed her eyes as Ethan went back to get her a new glass of water. He was feeling like he understood her better now. The way she seemed always a little bit out of reach, how she was always pushing him away when things were getting a little too intense, her need to stay in control, how she was scared to talk about feelings. Everything seemed clearer now.

“Well there was a lot of emotion today…” she sniffled. “I should probably go home, now… You probably have a whole mess to sort out with that fight and..”

“Stay. I will order take out and we can watch a movie… the damage repairs can wait for tomorrow. I don’t want to face Ashley.”

“And… we talked a lot about me, but you? Are you okay?” she asked, shyly.

“Besides the fact that I regret not having broken both of his legs when I had the chance, I’m good. A little shaken up by what you told me, and I do feel like a gigantic piece of shit right now, but I’m okay. Italian? Fast food? I dream of a greasy burger… It’s been months.” he sighed, taking his phone.

“Not sure if burgers are okay with your diet…”

“If you don’t tell my physio, he won’t know.” he winked at her.

“And while we’re discussing sensitive topics… are you still mad about me not going to South America with you?”

He approached her and knelt down, taking her hands in his.

“Not anymore. I was… mostly because I got used to having you next to me all this time and you told me that after a really shitty weekend so…I overreacted. And I’ve been an ass and really unfair. I shouldn’t have told you how to dress for your parents' wedding. I’m not kidding when I say that I’m bad at this but I want you to know that I’m not trying to hurt you. Really. So if you feel the need to slap me because I act like a dick, please do. I need you to keep me in check.” he explained as she nodded.

“I didn’t dare to because… I think a part of me is still traumatized by what I’ve gone through. I want to be perfect because I want you to be proud of being with me because I’m scared of you leaving me alone. And to relive what happened back then… and it’s stupid because you are not Leroy and I know you wouldn’t do half of what he has done to me. But I can’t help it. I’m way too much in my own head, I know that. And I let my fears get the best of me most of the time. I know I have to work on that but it will take time and in the meanwhile I’m scared that you are going to get tired of me. And before you say anything, I know it’s all in my head.”

“We have a lot of work to do. Both of us. You need to let go of your fear and I need to learn to trust you. Fully. And I need to be more vulnerable. I don’t know how to do that yet, but I promise you, Julia, I’ll alway try my best. Because that’s what you deserve.”

She smiled softly at him as he kissed her forehead before pulling her to him to engulf her in a bear hug.

“You know what? I’m craving a nice and greasy burger too, now.” she mumbled in his t-shirt.

“A nice and greasy burger for the lady it is then.”

They ate in front of a comedy Ethan feeling they needed to laugh and it was very late when Julia started to yawn, tired about her day both physically and emotionally.

“Do you mind taking me back home?” she asked, snuggling against him.

“Or you can spend the night here, you know.”

“I don’t have spare clothes or toiletries with me.”

“It can be arranged. And I want to spend time with you, I’ll need to leave for Milan the day after tomorrow for some simulator work. I just want to enjoy my time with you while I can.”

“In that case, I’ll stay. But no wandering hands… We are sleeping. Real sleep. Nothing else.” she warned him.

“No wandering hands… unless you ask.” he replied with a half-smile.

She rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder playfully. Ethan feigned being hurt as he fell backward in a dramatic way, making her laugh harder. He loved hearing her laugh and even more he liked hearing he laugh knowing it was him who was making her produce this sound. He smiled as he straightened up and took her, delicately in his arms, kissing her lips softly. He didn’t want more than that, he was fine with just kissing her. He took her to his room where he gave her spare clothes and let her change in front of him. He didn’t try to hide how he was checking her out and he saw her blush. He loved it and had to resist the urge to kiss the redness on her skin. He got out of his clothes as well, leaving him in his boxers and slipped under the covers as she soon joined him after a quick detour by the bathroom.

“Come here.” he said, pulling her against him.

“No, you’re too warm. I’m going to be so hot…” she whined.

“You’re already hot, Joolsie.”

“Fuck off. It’s not what I meant.”

He kissed her hair as he pulled her even closer against her will and they soon joined dreamland.

When he woke up the next morning, the bed was cold and her made up pjs was nicely folded on the bed. Ethan was almost scared she had left when he heard a trail of profanities being spoken out loud and coming from the kitchen, quickly followed by the sound of pans falling on the floor. He got up quickly and rushed to where the sound was coming from. She was there, angrily putting the things back in place as she was in the meantime trying to look over the pan. There was a delicious smell of sugar that made Ethan’s mouth watered and he couldn’t help but lean in the doorframe, contemplating her. When she finally turned around, the plate of pancakes in her hand, she jumped at the sight, dropping everything to the floor.

“Fuck!”

Ethan rushed to her side as she was bending to put the shattered pieces and the pancakes away but ended up cutting her fingers and yelping in pain.

“Don’t move, you’re going to make everything worse.” he warned her.

“That’s your fault! You scared me! I wanted to bring breakfast in bed and you ruined it!”

“I’m sorry, schatje.” he said in a laugh.

“You are not! I hate you sometimes and…”

He shut her up by planting a kiss on her lips as he felt her melting in his embrace and let out a content sigh when he felt her hands in his hair. He quickly made her jump in his arms as he carried her on the sofa before letting go of her.

“I need to clean up the mess you made.”

“Technically we should say it’s your mess. It wouldn’t be one if you didn’t scare me.”

“If it makes you feel better, then okay it’s my mess. That I’m going to clean nonetheless. You, you stay there and you don’t move. I’m going to come back to help you with your cut.”

“It’s nothing, Ethan… just a little cut, I had worse.”

“We can’t risk it being infected.”

He heard her complain but decided to ignore her as he proceeded to clean. Once it was done, he went to the bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit and came back. He sat next to her and slowly inspected the cut.

“So, what do you say Doctor Verstappen, am I going to die today?” she asked in irony.

“Well, miss Leclerc, I’m afraid I have to announce to you that your time has not come yet.” he replied, very seriously.

She chuckled as he cleaned her finger and applied a band-aid.

“I hope you’re fine with an astronaut. It’s my mom who bought them”

“I would have loved a unicorn but it’ll do.” she teased him.

He kissed the wound and sat next to her as she snuggled against him.

“I wanted to cook something nice for you…” she confessed.

“I should be the one doing that as an apology.”

“Do you know how to cook, at least?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you doubting my capacity to follow a recipe?”

“I’ve never seen you in action and I only believe what I see.”

“Well, in that case, choose the recipe and I’ll do it. How hard can it be?”

“Later… I should go. I didn’t tell my mom I was spending the night here and she must be worried.”

“They know you’re with me, right? They know about us, they shouldn’t be surprised you spent the night with me.” he shrugged.

“Probably not but still, I have to go. At least that’s something good, I don’t have to lie to them about the fact that we are dating, now.” she said, kissing his cheek as she stood up.

“Are we? Dating?” asked Ethan, suddenly unsure.

“I mean, I guess? Why? You don’t consider us as a couple?” it was her turn to doubt.

“I thought we were just two adults that liked to spend time together and that had a nice fuck from time to time… I didn’t think that far ahead.” he explained, making Julia sighed.

“You don’t want to put a label on our relationship.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I didn’t think that it was necessary but if it’s important to you then fine we are a couple.”

“You don’t need to sound so disgusted.”

“Julia…”

“No. It’s fine, we are whatever. I don’t care. It’s not important. I’m going to go now. See you around.”

She was about to collect her things when he grabbed her by the waist and forced her to look at him.

“I want you, Joolsie. All of you. Don’t doubt it, please. It’s just… I’m scared to make it real. Because making it real will mean you will have expectations and you will be right to have ones. But what if I can’t meet them? What if all you get from me is disappointment?”

“I just want you to stop being so hot and cold. I don’t need a label, I don’t really care. But I just want to know where we stand. Because if I’m investing myself in this I want to make sure it’s not for nothing and that we want the same thing. I want it to work between us. And sure, it won’t be easy because you are you and I am me. We are really complicated people and maybe not the best pairing, for sure. But I don’t want a better pairing if it means it’s not with you. I'm one hundred percent in this. My question is, are you?”

“I want to be. I want to try to be. For you. I’m sorry that I’m not the best with words and properly showing it.”

“Then that’s all I need. The rest can wait. Just… stop pushing me away, okay? We really need to improve our communication.” she stated.

“Be patient with me, okay? I’m learning. But I want you to know that I care about you. I really do.”

She smiled and nodded as she kissed his lips softly.

“I care about you too.”

As she left him, Ethan couldn’t help but think that he screwed up again. He wanted to stop but he felt like the more he tried, the more he was doing the opposite and didn’t know how to stop. It was just a matter of time before she determined that she had enough and would leave him. He knew it, but it wouldn’t stop him from being with her. He loved her, he really did and somehow he seemed to love her more with each day passing by. And it was terrifying and he hated the way he was letting the fear control his behavior. It was not him. He had never let it dictate his life in the past and he didn’t understand why he would start now. He never had to care about anyone else besides him before, it was a new sensation to have someone next to him. He hated it as much as he loved it. He just needed to find the right balance to avoid messing things up and sabotaging something that made him smile in the morning and at night before sleeping when he was thinking about it. And he knew he had a lot of work to do.

Author's note: That is one of the hardest chapter I've ever had to write. If you are going through what Julia went throught, know you are no alone and that my DMs are always open if you need someone to talk to. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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junhyukiscute · 2 years

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(9:24 am) it's been exactly seven months and twelve days since he died. all the iced vanilla lattes suddenly taste as bitter as battery acid and the sight of dogs now make your stomach churn.

"you can't always mourn over him, (y/n). you still have to live your own life," kyungjun softly spoke to you.

"I know that, kyungjun, but ever since he came in, it's like I forgot how I lived before," you sighed, leaning back on the plastic chair. "summer's over and we're in our final year. can you believe he'll forever be a second year?"

kyungjun pursed his lips before looking earnestly at you, "he may have been 17 at the time, but he'll still be growing by our side and watching over us." you remained silent and in thought. "come on, get out your books for second period, it's math."

"we're going to fail math this year without his help."

kyungjun stopped talking after that.

after a long day, you parted ways with kyungjun to go home while he had sports practice. it's winter, and you bitterly watched the beginnings of the first snow appear. as you continued to walk down the mocking path, you accidentally bumped someones shoulder roughly, causing them to fall.

"sorry about that," you muttered

"it's no problem, I guess we both weren't watching where we were going," they chuckled. your brows furrowed at the similarity of the voice before turning around. they stood up, and dusted themselves off before looking at you. looking at his face, it was like a cruel deja vu. it couldn't be. you spent the last few days with him before his sickness took over.

"j-jaeyun?" you whispered. he looked healthy. tall and cheeks tinting a rose color. he was full of life. your eyes slowly filled with tears as you tried to blink them away. did you suddenly become delusional?

he looked taken aback from your sudden burst. "I'm sorry, but how do you know my korean name? no one ever calls me that because-"

"-you prefer to go by Jake?"

now he looked taken aback. "I'm getting a little frightened, to be honest. how do you know this?" because I was the only one who got to call you by your real name.

"i... I knew someone like that. they even looked similar to you, except they dyed their hair blond because they wanted to match the color of their dog." I’m blabbering now, he probably thinks I’m crazy. is this really him? he wouldn’t judge me if I were.

"that's- that's really interesting. you seem to really know this person."

"yeah, I guess I did."

"if you know my name, is it alright to ask for yours?"

"it's (y/n)." Jake stood still for a bit as he winced. "are.. are you okay?"

"I don't know why, but my heart suddenly hurt," he chuckled weakly at the ground. he hesitated before looking at you with mixed emotions. "your name.. why does it ache at the sound of it?"

#enhypen #sim jaeyun #jake #park jongseong #jay #niki #nishimura riki #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #Kim sunoo #park sunghoon #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enhypen imagines #Spotify

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septembersghost · 1 year

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Before I begin I must say I am a swiftie.

I love Taylor. Her music means a lot to me. It literally helped me in a lot of ways. But her recent actions have actually genuinely is upsetting to me(not saying she has to live the way I want her to but I feel really sad). Its just........he is a very disgusting person. He is someone who was literally m@********* in public and made misogynistic comments.

My biggest fury with him was when he called harry a queerbaiter. It was extra hard for me because harry's acceptance was what made me feel peace about my sexuality. I am still figuring out my sexuality and it's mostly fluctuating. He was the first person I saw say 'you dont have to tick every box'. He said that when I was questioning myself for the 100th time. Because if you want to come out to everyone you need a label right! He made me realise it's okay to not know everything and it felt like a warm hug from a friend. And watching M@** ***** call that person a 'queerbaiter' angered me to extreme and 'almost' destroyed my self esteem wondering whether everyone around me thought I was faking for attention too. I know him and Taylor have been friends for a long time but her being romantically linked with someone like that and being so carefree about it while he has been linked to 100th warranted controversy makes me feel sick in the stomach. It makes me wonder if she's like 'I know the things he said/did but I don't care ' and it hurts me so much to even think she feels that way. I know she is a good person and all that but.....the Taylor who made me feel accepted about being the odd kid in the school or the one who understood about my fear of growing up seems so far away. I feel so hurt by the fact that I am feeling this. I think I need to take a distance from her and her art and I don't know how long will that be.

Sorry if I bothered you with such a long paragraph but I feel you can understand this better than anyone here

hi love, i apologize it took me all day to answer this! so i'm going to be honest, i've been thinking about this specific situation ever since the first rumor surfaced, but i didn't address it since i know it sounds like fan-based bias, even though to me it's a larger issue than that.

let me digress for a moment - i've seen a lot of his fans try to defend the n*zi salute as "satire," and that it wasn't meant to be antisemitic, but as a jewish person, i find this deeply troubling, because, even as edgy ~performance art~, using such a direct symbol of hate is never okay (in conjunction with a lyric referencing someone who's been virulently antisemitic in public - and yes, the lyric itself is satirical criticism, but the combination of the two is unsettling, to say the least). it's concerning and it's hurtful and it's inappropriate, full stop. his non-apologies for his grossly racist and sexist comments are as well.

his antics onstage (i have to laugh at the raw steak thing somehow being a criticism of "toxic masculinity"...bro. what?) also cross a line from being performance art to being. ick. (UGH i'd forgotten that other incident you mentioned because it's gross and i blocked it from my memory. just. WHY!!!)

in truth, i had no idea who he was and had never even heard his name (though i was aware of the 1975, i never listened to them) until their album came out last year and suddenly he was spouting off everywhere and doing things and fans began to speak about the old rumors of he and taylor (which i dismissed out of hand, but now. idk). everything i've learned since has been against my will tbh.

which brings us to that awful queerbaiting comment. if you've followed me for any length of time, you know this is a particular hot button issue of mine, i just get incensed at the way that term is misused and weaponized against real people, and harry gets it in a particularly disgusting way because certain sections of the internet seem to feel a superiority complex in tearing him down for existing. never once has harry claimed to be a bastion of queerness or a trailblazer of fashion, and yet he's criticized for...what exactly? being himself? dressing however one chooses without being boxed in by gender expectations is exactly what we're meant to be aiming for, isn't it? not demanding someone's label and identity is supposed to be part of championing the community, isn't it? his choice to remain unlabeled matters. not only because it's no one's business but his own, but also because BEING an unlabeled/mspec person IS itself a whole identity. what matty said about this was appalling and WAY over the line, and particularly disrespectful since they're supposedly friendly. he had no right to make the comments that he did. he should've received more criticism for it than he did (and had he attacked anyone but harry, he probably would have).

(i wish what adam lambert said in response had gotten more traction. Automatically labeling looks and performances that aren’t cisheteronormative as queerbait is “almost underestimating the intelligence of gay people.”)

you feeling enraged and hurt by that is understandable, and you have every right to feel that way. it touches my heart to read that harry has helped you feel more at peace with your sexuality. i've mentioned before that i've grappled with what exactly mine is too and where i fall on whatever spectrum, and just the idea that we don't even HAVE to put a concrete definition on that, or that it's allowed to be fluid, is a relief. i also feel like there's a huge amount of bias where people forget that just because you haven't been in a relationship with someone of ___ identity/gender doesn't mean your own identity isn't real! you DON'T have to tick every box, and you ARE allowed to expand or change along the way, and you're still you and still valid! nobody has to have one set label forever, and nobody else is owed that explanation from you!

He made me realise it's okay to not know everything and it felt like a warm hug from a friend. 🥺💕💕💕 this is so sweet and i feel confident he would be touched by it too.

i am SO sorry that what matty said hurt you the way that it did, it was a reckless, thoughtless thing of him to say, and you and every other person who is working out their identity or who feels confident remaining unlabeled deserves better than him cruelly running his mouth. (which i also think had a level of jealousy in it, because, let's be honest here - he's never going to be harry, success-wise, and he also admitted harry declined to perform at his show, so). matty has frustrated and upset me on multiple occasions since i became aware of his behavior, and you're allowed to feel that way.

regarding taylor, as i said earlier, of course we have no control nor input over what she does or who she associates with, and much as we may love her, she is just a flawed human being too and she has made mistaken choices, and has overlooked behavior from others that perhaps she shouldn't have, or that we wouldn't ourselves, but only she can make those decisions for her life. i've seen a lot of disgust and concern over this on my dash, and i'm with everyone on all of that, but at the same time i think it's a bit of a wake-up call that she is her own autonomous woman whom we do not know personally, and we have to find our own ways to approach that boundary. if that means ignoring this until it blows over, if that means taking space away from her for a while, if that means making silly jokes. i think as long as we're not harassing others (which you would never! <3 but the uptick in cruel anons/death threats that have happened this past month make me sad and i wish everyone could take a breath and...not do that!), however we choose to deal with it is the best we can do. i tend to suspect she's been going through it, and maybe this won't last long, but that doesn't make it a great look nor is it unconcerning. regardless, you should do what's best for yourself and look out for your well-being. if that means detaching for a while, i promise it doesn't make you a bad fan, even though i know that hurts ("the Taylor who made me feel accepted about being the odd kid in the school or the one who understood about my fear of growing up seems so far away." though i'm older than you, this happened to me in my own sense during my 1989 disconnect. i really do get it, and seeing a similar pattern here is a bit painful). i also want to say that i think, knowing what we do know about her and her character and kindness, she'd still want you to feel accepted and loved, and wouldn't align with the trashy things he's said and done, but i understand why willingness to overlook it hurts as well.

thank you for confiding in me and letting this out, i know it's hard to talk about and feeling distanced from an artist with such meaning to you is a specific ache. the only advice i can give you is to step back however you need to, for however long you need to. whether you feel comfortable still holding onto her music but separating from her personally (and/or from tour), or whether you need space from all of it for a while, remember that it's always going to be there, and you can always come back. in the meantime, you can also turn to places and artists that are continuing to give you comfort (like harry, and i'm so glad he is that for you).

for what it's worth, i love you and i know your identity is worthwhile, and YOU are worthwhile, and you deserve to feel safe and embraced and seen. anywhere you go, you don't need a reason. 💛💛💛

#anonymous #letterbox #your delicate point of view #ngl i wish this. was not what it is.#but unfortunately all we can do is deal however we're individually comfortable dealing #and hold onto the good however we can

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playboynanners · 8 months

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i wanna start off by telling u i am sorry!! i wanna tell u about all this crazy shit in my head, and want to open up and want to talk about my feelings but no matter what, i just cant make out the right words...? like it feels like cant properly put my thoughts and emotions into words i guess??

all i want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside. i cant take it anymore. i feel weird. i dont want to do anything. i always feel tired. i dont have any energy. a part of me broken. something is def weighing on my heart. i just feel so fucking suffocated. i feel like i am so far behind in life that i will never catch up. everyone is doing so many things with their lives. and i am just here. i really dont think i can do this its getting dark again. and im afraid. im too tired to carry on. i want MYSELF back bro is that too much to ask for? i deffff know its getting bad because even sleep and music dont help and i feel sick all the time and i just want to disappear. i really feel like there is no happy ending for me . thats why getting through the days is hard rayen i honestly from the bottom of my heart know its all for nothing. u guys are waiting for me to get over it, to finally do something with my life, and i know u guys are getting impatient. but what u guys dont know is that im already gone. i dont like who i am. there is nothing good about me. i am sick of wasting my time. i am worn out. i so fucking tired. the anxiety consumes me at times i feel like i cant breathe i cant think straight intrusive thoughts of self distraction consume my mind i am sooo fucking sick of this version of myself!!!!! im fucking tired of the poor choices i keep making. i truly believe i have hit rock bottom. this is the humblest i have ever been because my ego has nothing to be proud of. i know i knowww it is important to be gentle with myself but its also crucial to be honest. im not taking care of myself. im doing drugs, im on social media all day. i either dont eat healthy, or i dont eat at all. i dont exercise. i watch things that arent positive and go to sleep and wake up late. i am sick to my stomach as i write this. i just want to go up from here because i cant live this way anymore. i dont wanna live this way anymore. but like if you never felt like the way i do right now... the drained , depression . WORTHLESS feeling ... then u cant say shit about me "getting better starts with yourself bs" LIKE UH ? YEAH I HATE MYSELF AND DONT GIVE A FUCKKKKK ABOUT NUN SO WTF DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??? like i honestly didnt even think i would be alive at my age i thought i wouldve been dead by 20 so u can only imagine how lost i feel lol. i dont know what to do with my life and i feel like im just wasting away most days. and i dont fucking know how to fix it. maybe this is my time for me and im supposed to be enjoying it for exactly what it is? like i dunno i just know i always fucking ruin EVERYTHINGGGG . i casually sabotage all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesnt feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring. i really want to kill whats inside of my head. i hate living like this day after day. i just want my pain to end bro . i see how everyone looks at me like i’m a burden, how they fake concern only to switch up at me the next second. i don’t want to be this way, im so lost and alone and i just don’t see the point anymore. this is the loneliest i have ever felt. i don't have a shoulder to cry on when im sad, i have got legit no one to go to. i have noooo tears left to cry dude. my heart hurts so much. my insides are burning. i dont know how to help myself. i legitimately try and i make it worse. i wanna scream all this hurt and pain out. can i just lose my memory just so i can take a break from feeling this way? im not sure how long i can handle this alone anymore all honesty .

AND i wouldnt say im "addicted" to drugs and alcohol (JUST YET lol) butttt what i hate about liking them is that once you know how that high feels and the break from reality you get from everything you will FOREVER know how good it felt and thats the problem. u can be days, months, years of being clean. but i know when you quit its gonna be hard years down the road. i would take it alllll back and not start doing any of it. it turns from "just one time trying it" to "i promise this is the last time" but all honestly i dont know how to stop or be normal in this world sober anymore.

and to sum it alllll up i just want / need someone who can hug me and tell me that im not as worthless as i think i am i feel so fucking empty sometimes and its so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time.

#tw depressing thoughts #@hate myself #journal #made with tumblr #sad aesthetic #thoughts #depressing shit #love yourself #sociopath #kill me

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razorblade180 · 2 years

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Twin Snowflakes 43:Final Warmth

TSF 42<- here

“I won’t be long.” Valerie said to her mother, hopping out the car with her sports bag. Looking out at her school made her stomach churn and heart race. In and out, that was the goal. Valerie took a breath then headed inside. Hopefully the chaos of last period starting would help avoid Harriet or anyone else prone to long winded conversations. That hope was quickly yanked away by a hand gripping the back of her collar and suddenly yanking her into the council room.

Valerie whipped around to see Eliza. The Vice President’s eyes burrowed into Valerie’s with such silent evaluation that Valerie could tell the girl didn’t pull her in here to talk about missing school.

“I take it you’re in the loop?” Val said solemnly.

Eliza crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. “It’s only natural.”

Well it isn’t like Valerie didn’t see this coming or deserve this. That’s the thing about underhanded tactics when you’re at the top. Everyone ranked lower gets cheated out of their rightfully earned ranking. “I take it this is the part you yell at me?”

“No. I don’t care enough about you to do that if I’m being perfectly honest with you. Can’t say I lost much respect either. Nick’s always been better than you in my eyes. Maybe not in a fight but definitely as an individual.”

A lump formed in Valerie’s throat. “Fair enough.” Why couldn’t Eliza yell at her instead? “Well…I am sorry I diminished your efforts. I-”

“Not looking for an apology either. Save those for people you actually hurt.”

Val clenched the strap of her bag. “What do you want then!? Taking a dig at me? Believe me I already feel shitty about it.” Tears welled up immediately.

Eliza let out a sigh. Guess softening her tone would help, so she decided to cut the girl some slack. “Relax. No need for tears. I’m not an idiot. I could tell the moment I saw you that you’re clearly not thrilled about how things played out. Am I really the only person on this council that doesn’t get highly emotional at the drop of a hat? How exhausting. Guess that explains Nick didn’t give me the time of day just now if you two saw each other.”

“Huh?” She wiped her eyes, taken aback. “I haven’t seen Nick today. I just got here.”

“So did he, a few minutes ago. Both of you played hooky and now you show up near the end of school. I assumed you both ran into each other or had to have met outside of school for whatever reason.”

“No. I’m here to return and clean out some gear. Sports…just don’t feel okay right now.” To think that after staying home to avoid conflict for the day, Valerie almost ran into Nick who must’ve been doing something similar. “.Never mine all that. Which way did he go?”

“Why? So you can go the opposite direction from him and his sister?” The way Valerie’s eyes widened told Eliza she hit the nail on the head. “Since when do you back down from confrontation?”

“This isn’t a sport Eliza. I just…” Her body slouched over like it was deflated and weak. “I can’t see them right now. Couldn’t even bring myself to call. That is if they didn’t block me yet.”

“You are correct about one thing. This isn’t a game. It’s real life. Have you ever learned about the rules of three?”

“No but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“I don’t need this tone from you.” Eliza squinted. Why was she even trying to help? She could be doing anything, and yet… “They say things like to come in threes. Luck, misfortune, disaster, and even habits that can easily turn into personality traits.”

Eliza reached out and lifted Valerie’s head up by the chin. “Full disclosure, I don’t think you’re a coward.”

“Ummm thanks?” That came out of left field.

“I might not think that but you should take this into consideration. Instead of telling Nick your honest thoughts and emotions, you ran from them. Instead of coming to school, you chose to skip out of fear of facing the twins yet show up to quit sports apparently; even though nobody will understand why. Now here you are, a chance to face your friends, and what do you want to do?”

Valerie had no answer. She tried looking away but Eliza turned her head right back to look her in the eyes.

Blood rushed to her cheeks, making them rosy whie her eyes were still ready to flood over. Eliza never saw the girl look so distressed. Despite her shortcomings, no one dealt with adrenaline and pressure quite like Valerie. Unlike Summer, it never failed to turn into resolve. Maybe with a push, it could do that again.

“Don’t let your third strike be running away from people you care about. Facing them is unavoidable and time isn’t gonna necessarily cool their anger. Best to get it over with. Like I said, you’re not a coward. Don’t take steps to be one.”

Val sniffled, trying to calm down and think. This wasn’t at all what she expected to hear, let alone for Eliza. Even with the look she gave earlier, Valerie started to understand that it wasn’t judgment. Eliza was accessing her, trying to see all the feelings swirling inside. It was oddly comforting, not being coddled or judged. Eliza was merely talking to her.

“You’re kinder than you let on to be.”

“I’m never mean! I don’t stand for any of the nonsense between you three. It makes things complicated to do and I feel uneasy.”

“Hmmm, that’s called concern and right now you’re showing a little compassion.”

“And right now you’re a little annoying and showing that you’re observant.” Eliza turned Val’s head to the board to show her the giant message saying about Summer being in the boiler room.”

“Ah…” In her defense, it’s hard noticing a message when someone is controlling your head and your eyes are watery. “I’m headed that direction anyways.”

“Perfect.” Eliza let her go and went on to go about her business. “Go be an extra set of hands. I’m sure that’s where Nick went.”

Compassion comes from unexpected places apparently. Though Valerie teased a little to ease her nerves, she really was relieved by Eliza. Also a little scared. Things these days felt completely out of place. Even so, Val knew there’d be hell to pay for turning back now. She didn’t feel ready for this conversation. She probably never would, so why run away indeed? Valerie walked out the door with her bag in hand, her unfortunately destination clear.

Her legs refused to slow her pace despite her mind needing more time to think of her words. Having a planned response might not go well. Defending herself wasn’t in the cards, but even the twins wouldn’t expect her to be silently berated. “Do they even want to hear sorry?” Val grumbled as she entered the boiler room. Each and every step down were seconds cherished until…

Bang! A hefty thud rumbled deeper down and snapped Valerie out of her train of thought, making her walk faster. “Oh, maybe they actually need…” cool air grazed the skin while destruction came into view. “help?” Her eyes didn’t know what to focus on or what she was supposed to be seeing, until they fell on a girl of ice poised to strike what laid at her feet. “Nick?”

Both him and Shiva turned their heads to down the aisle where Valerie stood, motionless, her bag dropping to the floor. Nick’s dim eyes locked onto Valerie's fearful ones. In that moment, be it a prayer or pure will, Nick’s eyes fought their way back to consciousness for his body to let out a plea. “Run! Away!”

To no one’s expectation, Valerie’s body leaned forward before breaking into a sprint towards them. “Away…” her voice trembled, fist reeling back as she lunged forward with her words spoken from the depths of her heart into a battle cry. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Shiva smirked, smacking the floor for ice to manifest and solidify into a thick wall between them, but only fueled the Valkyrie’s fury.

“YOU THINK THAT’LL STOP ME!?”Pink aura began to glow brightly as her words turned into power and resolve thanks to her semblance.

“Ha! Try all you want. With all this power, not even Nora would crumble this wall without a charged hamme-”

Like a thunder clap, Valerie’s right fist bashed into the ice with a single strike that forced its way through like speeding trains through glass. Not only was Shiva completely caught off guard but almost failed to bring her arms up to block. When she did, the unexpected happened. Both girls witnessed a simple and small glyph pop up between them. There was no time for Shiva to even examine it because of its immediate destruction from Valerie’s attack. Her forearms connected briefly to bloody knuckles before her body was sent flying back into a wall, knocking some wind out of her. A glimpse at right hand turning red and blue from the cold as it fell limp only further surprised Shiva.

“She broke it?” Shiva’s body finally hit the floor, but not before seeing Valerie take Nick into her arms. Valerie and Shiva locked gaze, both still processing.

Not one to miss an opening, Max came running into view from Shiva’s left. He quickly took advantage of the chaos by throwing several of flame dust vials at Shiva that Summer had brought down with her, triggering a small fiery explosion with a boiler that made Shiva howl in furious pain for a moment; only a moment. Still it was enough for Max to throw Darren over his shoulder and run towards and past Valerie.

“Don’t just stand there!” He yelled in pure fear.

Valerie snapped out of her daze and b-lined it for the exit. A bellowing scream from behind that brought a chill to her spine told her not to look back.

The yell snuffed out the flames. Any damage done was already erased and left only one very angry being surrounded by water as the destruction of a boiler sounded off an alarm and brought flashing red lights.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?”

Amidst the blaring lights and pain, Nick still tried to use his glyph on the dagger of Diamond Dust. Though to what end, he couldn’t say. “V-Val…”

“Shhh, now isn’t the time okay?” Her voice was shrill and eyes flooded with tears as she ran. “You’re okay. Just hang on a little and-”

“Left…” he wheezed in pain.

“Huh?”

“Left!!” He yelled the best he could.

Valerie sidestepped left into an ailes with no further questions when the icicles where she once stood shot up from the ground. Her feet took her all the way down to the other side to go straight when suddenly…

“Right!”

Valerie dodged right into another ailes. Nick kept yelling lefts and rights, even backwards, when icicles threatened their lives towards the stairs. Powerful or not, Shiva had habits, and Nobody spent more time running from them than Nick. The focus on them made it easy for Max to not only go straight to the stairs but grab Valerie’s bag. Ice spread through the area like plant life blooming across the wild towards the exit. Valerie was only several feet behind Max when more icicles rose in front of the door. Valerie’s entire body clenched, preparing for shoulder bash. If the ice was anything like that wall…

Shiva glared, “Just try it.” Prepared to trap her feet once Valerie failed with the creeping ice, Shiva gasped seeing her blockade shattered from the other side. Valerie ran straight up the stairs past Max who no longer carried Darren, but that girl’s annoying battle ax. He threw another vial at tanks nearby that impeded some of the ice with fire and whatever tanks of scalding water were yet to be tampered with.

“Heh~” Shiva staggered to her feet, fully getting her wind back and seeing the light from the door close. “Hehehe, Hahahahaha~”

Val stepped over Darren, left on the steps briefly before Max picked him up again. The boiler room door flung open with a kick. Both teenagers escaped up into the school where warning lights flashed and plenty of kids looked in confusion and worry.

“Everyone out of the building!” Valerie yelled, fearing the worst.

What she didn’t know was the worst was already in progress. Creaking in the walls began. Old metal rattled and the school echoed a ghastly noise like a broken instrument. Valerie slowly turned her head left towards a source of rattling. It was the water fountain. Valerie’s face went pale. They didn’t escape at all.

“She’s in the pipes…”

Blooms of ice burst out of the fountain and walls. Worry quickly turned to panic as droves of students began running from an unknown threat. Sinks exploded, the toilets, showers, one by one the cold spread and froze water in its wake. Valerie gasped as the gym doors flew open. It was Harriet.

“The hell is going on!?” She yelled.

“C-Coach?”

Harriet turned her head to the shrill voice and gasped. A few feet away was Valerie, shaking with Nick in her arms; his body covered in blood. Not to mention Valerie’s right hand dripping it from torn up knuckles with purplish red skin that reached her wrist. Nick barely glanced in her direction, before his glyph cracked, fading like his consciousness.

“Nick?!” Valerie felt her heart race. The feeling of Nick’s warmth fading made her breath quicken to the brink of pure panic. Her tearful eyes looked back at Harriet. “H-He’s dying.”

In a blink of an eye, Harriet stood right before Valerie. With her mind frazzled, Valerie barely felt Harriet take Nick out of her arms before speeding off. Val’s eyes saw the soldier's lips move but honestly couldn’t begin to hear the words. Her own thoughts going a mile a minute. Valerie didn’t even register the sound of her ax hitting the ground as Max fled with Darren.

Right below the school, Shive dumped her Dust in every take she could. The way it flowed through the pipes like blood through veins spreading to every inch of the facilities made her body tingle. The warm bodies through the hall, mass of heat moving to the south, cafeteria’s vacancy, the office attendants fleeing from their windows…

“I feel it. This place, I know it all.” Summer’s memories served her well. Shiva focused on the mass of heat. At first it felt like a clump of students, but now. The ice around that area seemed to melt and fall apart. She reformed it easily but it was clear the heat was destroying ice along parts of the wall or in the middle of halls. “Ah…how could I forget? Might as well not waste effort I suppose.”

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Upstairs among the panic, Eliza blasted doors with fireballs and kicked them open, freeing anyone who might be trapped and blowing a whole through windows. She couldn’t stop panic, but she could prevent her peers from potentially trampling one another.

“Everyone take any exit I make!!” She readied another fireball when the ice near doors and floor began to move towards the ceiling and lockers. “The hell?” People fled out of them or into others as a means of escape. “They don’t won’t hostages?” She hadn’t the foggiest idea of what the threat actually was. Thinking about it, it couldn’t be some huge group or anyone looking to ransom the kids of Atlas Elites. It was the end of the day. Plenty of students were already leaving. Then there was the fact alarms going off after rumbles from underground made her think a boiler blew up, but then what’s with the ice!?

“Ugh this makes no sense! I swear if those bumbling twins are behind this then I’m gonna kill-” her eyes spotted Valerie down the hall. “Valerie?” Eliza moved closer. With how rigid her peers looked, mistaking her for a statue would be easy. It didn’t take a genius to wonder why she was still. Eliza could see the wounded arm and bloodied clothes. The young witch ran to her and gave a shake. “Hey! What’s wrong!?”

The response. Eliza had half a mind to shock the girl when a cool blast of air hit her. Her head turned towards the open boiler door, its walls covered in ice and lights broken which made it look more like a dark cave. Eliza couldn’t explain it but it felt…ominous. A flame built up her hand to throw down there when Valerie suddenly grabbed Eliza’s by the wrist.

“Don’t.” That’s all Val said, but her eyes told the rest. Eliza snuffed the flame and Valerie grabbed her ax. “We need to leave.”

“No. There’s still more people here and exits to be made. I haven’t even checked-”

“The school is a prison.” Valerie warned, “Remember what you said about running? This is the time to do that. We’ll cut through the gym.”

She pushed open the door and was immediately confronted with long icicles that hung from the ceiling sprinkler system. Eliza swung her arm out, making a flame wave. Sadly this ice didn’t budge. Not only that, but the crisp air began to sting and dry their throats. Eliza managed by puffing out weak flames. Valerie had no such advantage.

“It’s getting colder by the second and you’re in no state to barrel through this. We’ll make an exit.”

“You…can’t just break walls.” Val shuddered, “people are outside everywhere. You might hit them unexpectedly. Let’s…flow with the crowd that’s left.”

The numbness in Valerie’s hand increasingly became intense pain that was as if hot wax was poured onto the bone. Eliza could see the girl start to sweat. Then…her aura flickered. Valerie nearly fell over if not for Eliza catching her.

“Hey! Valerie!”

“Hehe…I didn’t realize I put so much into a single blow. My aura has been trying to n-numb the pain.” She felt like a rattle that couldn’t stop shaking. A glance at her hand showed a glimmer of blue surrounded by flowing red. “Eliza, do me a favor. I think I have a splinter.”

She noticed the shimmering blue between Valerie’s knuckle. “You hit dust?” She went to reach but Val moved her hand away.

“Make your hand hot.”

“That'll burn you. Are you insane?”

“I didn’t say flamethrower my hand. Just…don’t prick yourself. Destroy it. Maybe-Gah!!!” A cry of pain came from her as Eliza quickly yanked out the nail long shard. “The fuck!?”

“Waiting is the worst part.” Eliza said defensively. “At least you’re not shaking anymore, but now you’re bleeding. I’d offer to cauterize it but…”

“I’d prefer an actual doctor.” Her senses were coming back but her body remained weak. The idea that Summer has Diamond Dust in her bloodstream became all the more surreal. Was she always in pain?

Options ran low as well as their time. Eliza kept Valerie close to share some warmth and support the exhausted girl. She readied her to go with the scrambling crowd and shifting ice when suddenly…BOOM! A thunderous crash came from a classroom up ahead. The wall most definitely had to have been smashed. That’s when the door opened and with it, a sigh of relief from Valerie. It was her mother, Nora, her hammer smoking from the chamber. Valerie had actually forgotten she was waiting in the car.

“EVERYONE OUT THIS WAY!” She commanded. The people shifted like a current towards her. Nora broke the door off the hinges along with a bit of the wall so people could leave faster; where staff such as Flynt and soldiers that were in the area. Nora swiveled her head left and right. “VALERIE!”

Eliza raised her hand and charged it with electricity. The sparks got Nora attention. The mother let out a silent gasp, making her way over while also feeling the chill looming from the boiler room. “Shit. Eliza, get her to safety!” Nora twirled her hammer for a swing to break the ice near the door. If Shiva was out then Nora was gonna give her hell until backup arrived. That’s when a hushed voice came from down below.

“Try it~”

Ice around the school began moving again. The part in front of the door came down to blockade it while other sections from the ceiling came back down to the lockers before extending towards Nora. She readied to swing at it but then curved around her towards the crowd and the girls. Nora broke the ice around her but the pieces still moved fast enough to be flying in their direction.

“GET DOWN!”

Eliza and Val looked over their shoulder to see ice needles seconds from their body. Then, a flash of rose petals shattered them all. Ruby appeared right before their eyes. Before she took another step, Valerie spoke.

“She controls the school’s water system!”

Ruby and Nora’s eyes widened. The reaper put away her scythe. “Then outside isn’t far enough. Nora, focus on evacuation.”

“Right!” She backed off, the ice not stopping her.

Ruby watched the area and picked up Valerie into her arms. She’d be faster than any ambulance. “Talk to me.”

“Hi…” Val gave an exhausted smile, her body drained.It slowly relaxed and she rested against Ruby’s chest. Nora looked at her with fearful eyes.

Eliza quickly put the fears to rest. “Don’t worry. It’s fatigue. She said she put a lot into a single blow, then her aura was flickering. Still…” she looked at the bloody hand.

Nora carefully held it. It was worse than it looked in terms of bleeding. However, the skin around it looked frostbitten and it was no doubt broken. “I think she’ll be okay but she needs a doctor.” Nora said to Ruby, who seemed to be elsewhere. “Ruby?”

The huntress watched the way the icicles remained poised but never got closer. While the shifting ice around the room had stopped despite how fast it could react. If anyone knew speed, it was Ruby,especially when it came to her own. Rushing in like she did, assessing in real time, there’s no way she should’ve been able to block those needles without a few getting by. Ruby would have to confirm something later, but for now…

“Let’s go. Get everyone in the school to safety and have them all accounted for. Leave Val to me.” She dashed off with Valerie.

Nora took Eliza by the hand, which surprised the young girl. She wasn’t hurt at all,yet being taken to safety did make her more relaxed. Eliza wanted to ask what exactly had happened, since it looked like Nora, Ruby, and even Valerie had a greater understanding of the situation. Though now wouldn’t be the best time. The image of blood on Valerie, the ominous feeling from the boiler room, it gave her heart a sinking feeling. Nick and Summer aren’t the type to run away without helping, but she never came across either of them. Hopefully they were okay.

xxxxx

Shiva sat against a freezing boiler with one leg stretched out and the back of her head pressed against the metal as she closed her eyes. The feeling of warmth in the building dwindled by the second as people fled, until the warmth died like a flame several minutes later. Not too bad on their part. No stragglers from top to bottom. At last, Shiva was alone, in body and mind.

“Finally. No time to waste then.”

She stood up and stretched her arms before putting her hands together. The blooms of ice that bursted from pipes and icd that clung to school walls began to grow in size, spreading out in the process. Doors froze over, windows gained layers upon layers of frost as the school grounds turned into a winter wonderland that snowed; the air turning frigid while thorns made of ice fortified the perimeter. A wonderland for her to rest in and a prison for those daring to enter. Her strength grew by the second in these conditions, but there was still more to do.

“Off to a good start if I do say so myself.” Her voice was calm and even. Thinking aloud felt weird yet satisfying.

The girl began walking in order to examine the area. Her trip stopped short however as got halfway down the aisle, her attention drawn to the floor where red ice was made, the product of Nick’s final and greatest failure. As Shive continued to stare at the frozen blood her vision blurred, then she heard it. A small pitter patter that hit the floor at her feet. The only warmth left in this entire place was fleeting as it ran down her face. Shiva wiped her face and felt that warmth freeze over.

“Hehehehe.” She fell to her knees hugging herself. All she could was laugh. Laugh and cry in her wonderland. “Hehehahaha. Ahahahaha~”

xxxxxx

Temperature and fallen tears did it stop at the school. At first, Weiss didn’t know why she heard Penny slam the door as she flew off, but then, the news broadcast had taken over. It wasn’t too much longer that both her and Jaune got a call at the same time that made their faces ghastly white. Now she stood rigid, her hands over her mouth as she watched from the other side of glass along with her friends, as Nick laid in a hospital bed; machines hooked up to him as doctors, including Penny, rushed to keep him stable. The excessive beeping, fear in the doctors’ eyes, the lifeless tone of her child, Weiss couldn’t believe it was happening a second time. She couldn’t take it. Almost falling to the floor in tears until Jaune and Yang caught her as she wept uncontrollably in fear.

“Again…why is it happening again?”

This had to be a nightmare, right? Just a bad dream Veronica was about to wake up from. That had to be it. It’s why crying would be pointless. She’d wake up any second to the smell of breakfast and the sound of Nick's heart beating fine and not…fading. Why was it fading like it’s weak? Nick’s heart isn’t weak!

Blake put her hand on Veronica and her daughter immediately latched onto it, refusing to look away. Blake wrapped her arms around from behind and held on tight.

“Shhh, everything is going to-”

“Don’t…” Veronica uttered. Her free hand held on to the arms around her while her ears fell. “Just don’t, okay?” Her voice cracked.

Harriet walked up to them. Winter, failing to control her emotions, spoke angrily with tears welling up. “The hell happened, Bree?” She trembled.

“I wish I had an answer, I really do. I didn’t even know he was at school today. The last class was ending and kids were either going home or getting ready for after school when an explosion happened and everything got cold as ice shot out the walls.”

Everyone’s attention was on her, making her take a step back. “I…wasn’t around long. I came out of the gym when the alarm had gone off and people were running. That’s when I saw Valerie, she was holding Nick. Also…”

“Also, what?” Ren said with urgency.

“Her arm was banged up like it had gotten burned by something. I’ve never seen the kid look so terrified, but given Nick’s conditions. All she did was beg me to save him. He was barely conscious when I took him.”

Harriet raised her right hand to show it covered in fresh bandages, though they were already getting a tent in red.

Yang winced looking at it. “Did you get hurt on the way here?”

“Not exactly. There was a dagger in Nick. Doctors tried removing it but screamed in pain immediately. Then I tried taking it out and this happened. I’ve never felt anything so cold. I’m glad I called Penny on the way there, seeing how she’s one of the best minds we have in just about any science, medical or otherwise. Having metal parts pays off. She’s the one who got it out. I’m sorry but that’s all I really know.”

“No that’s…thank you.” Winter said. She looked through the glass. “Every second counts.”

Jaune slowly let go of Weiss and walked over to Harriet, extending his hand to help heal hers. “Do you know where the other doctors that tried grabbing the dagger are?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me.”

It was hard but he started walking away. Winter almost wanted to tell him to stay with Weiss but Whitley stopped her, pointing to Jaune’s clenched fist and faint trembling. If he stayed any longer he might’ve broken down too, enraged at his own uselessness.

“Let him help who he can right now.”

Ren stressfully rubbed his hand through his hair. “Nora should be at the school, but I haven’t heard a thing from her or Valerie.”

“Ruby and I were out in town when we heard sirens from rescue vehicles. She took off immediately to investigate and I left when I got the call about Nick. I'm certain she’s at the school helping.”

On que, Ruby dashed through the door with Valerie in her arms. “This child needs medical attention!”

The crew turns and Ren gasps seeing Valerie bleeding and delirious. “Valerie!” He runs over along with two nurses who reasonably keep at a bay, but that doesn't mean he wasn’t thrilled about it. “That’s my daughter!”

“Ren, Relax! She’ll be okay.”

Valerie’s eyes flutter open. The first thing she sees is the worried look on her father. A faint smile appears at the corner of her lips. “Hey pops. What’s…with the look?” She groans as she shuts her eyes again.

Ruby hands her over to the doctor. “Besides the blood, her body is pretty cold and her aura fell harshly. She’s more exhausted than anything. Is Jaune here?!”

“He’s helping with some injured.”

“Well he’ll gladly add her to the list. Let him know she’s drained to zero.” Ruby ordered the Nurses as they took Valerie. She looked at Ren. “Nora is perfectly fine and on her way.”

Ren nodded. “I’m going with those two. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She watched him run off before noticing everyone else. It was her turn to be speechless. All her friends looked defeated, and Weiss, well she looked absolutely devastated. Ruby walked slowly as if to delay the inevitable her heart told her. Ruby eventually reached the glass all the same and was brought to tears.

“When did…” she couldn’t even finish her words. Ruby looked at Weiss before reaching out to hug her tightly with Yang.

xxxxx

Hours passed. The crew waited anxiously in the hospital while doctors worked nonstop. Weiss eventually ran out of tears to cry but her eyes remained red and the sniffling never ended as she sat in a chair with Jaune’s arm around her. He had been back awhile now. Nora had eventually shown up to the hospital after her responsibilities. Valerie was already taken care of by then, the girl fast asleep in her hospital room with her arm bandage and in a sling. Even with Jaune’s help, it would need time to heal.

Now everyone was together, still near the operating room but a doctor thought it best to shut the curtain. Harriet came back to them and handed Ruby a list.

“There ya go. All the students accounted for by attendance. We even called the homes of any who left early to make sure they were safe.”

Little did anyone know because he arrived late as well as other circumstances, Darren was overlooked. Max hadn’t told anyone and the only other people who could’ve mentioned him were both out of commission.

Ruby looked over the list. “Any injuries?”

“A few got scraped and bruised trying to get out in the chaos. It was a miracle no one got trampled. The kids are on edge but I couldn’t blame them. Also, I know you said Summer is accounted for, but I haven’t seen her here. Did she get hurt too?”

A couple seconds of silence hung in the air before Winter spoke. “Seeing Nick was too hard on her. She’s at home with Sparrow.”

“Ah, I see.” Harriet frowned. Summer wasn’t always there for class but Harriet knew the girl was kind and tried her best. This had to be hard on her. “Tell her my heart goes out to her. Same for all of you.”

“Thank you.” Ruby said. Harriet left after that and Ruby took a long sigh. “Maybe more should’ve known about Shiva?”

“Those who know, did.” Winter insisted. “It’s not like I don’t trust those I personally lead but things were under control, or so we thought. Summer had a hard enough time creating normalcy. We also couldn’t have known something of this scale was possible. To put it simply, we underestimated Shiva.”

Ruby through the list down infrustration. “No matter how you slice it, Shiva knew things we didn’t know she knew. Not only that, but this list proves I fell for her trap.” She leaned forward in her chair with fingers interlocked.

Ruby had been replaying the events in her head countless times since she arrived on the scene. “Not only was Shiva left to her own devices, but with none of us in the area to her knowledge, that school could’ve been a massacre before anyone was the wiser. However, the only people actively hurt by her was Valerie, who chose to engage, and Nicholas, who she’s always wanted to harm.”

“Are you saying she had no interest in chaos?” Ren asked.

“No, I’m saying that’s all she wanted. Shiva made it look like countless lives were in danger not just to drive people out, but so anyone who arrived would completely prioritize the safety of the kids. I mean think about it. Kids were already leaving, and no parent is going to be calling for blood over a mechanical explosion everyone lived through. To top it off, now the school is frozen shut apparently.”

Winter rubbed her chin. She picked up the list of names and thought aloud. “I can only think of one reason you don’t make a situation worse, even though you’re able to. The backlash is more than you bargained for.”

Nora’s eyes lit up in realization. Sheturned to Ruby. “We could’ve taken her.”

“…..I think you might be right, and Shiva wasn’t gonna take that chance. Now she’s been out longer and it’s not like things are getting warmer. I’m such an idiot.” Her body tensed.

“Hey.” Yang got up and put her hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “Since when does Ruby Rose regret prioritizing saving lives? You did the right thing.”

“Right thing? I moved just like she wanted to and those lives are still in danger with her out.”

“Just because you think that doesn’t mean it all adds up. Shiva might’ve committed to hurting people if you stepped out of line. Also, regardless of what you think, Valerie definitely needed help and got it for her. So quit acting like you didn’t make a difference.”

Ruby sighed, lowering her head. Yang was right but this situation was so chaotic. “Thanks Yang. Still, we’re lacking critical information. Not only about what happened down there, but what Shiva's next move is.”

The endless possibilities brought silence. The next move was crucial and time was of the essence. They would’ve thought uninterrupted if not for the click of the operating light going off. The creaking doors opened and Penny walked slowly with exhausted eyes. No one could remember the last time Penny of all people, the girl built to last, looked like she needed sleep. Weiss and Jaune stood up, too afraid to ask as Penny looked at them.

“That dagger, it was pure Diamond Dust, and it was in him for a pretty long time. Internal bleeding tried to freeze and…it’s almost like frostbite tried to happen inside out in some spots.”

“What are you saying?” Weiss’s voice trembled.

“…He’s touch and go, and I don’t know how to save him.”

It was as if the world suddenly lost color. Try as they might, there wasn’t a steady heartbeat in the room or dry eyes.

“What if I used my semblance!?” Jaune begged.

“It would ease the pain and might buy more time, but I don’t need to tell you the coldness of Diamond Dust might as well be compared to molten metal or worse. Even aura can’t negate that level of damage outright. Especially internal organs.”

“What about organ transplants, or maybe-”

“Nick is so tired, Jaune.” Penny said, barely holding it together. She stepped aside and gently pressed her hand on the door. “He’s barely conscious but…”

Weiss and Jaune ran inside while the others respectfully stayed back, despite wanting to join. Penny pressed her back against the wall. Her body slowly slid down until she was on the floor with her hands on her head. The others gathered around her but she didn’t want to help up. Winter could see the stress all over her face as Penny stared off into the distance.

“Penny…”

“This is unacceptable.” Penny said rigidly. “What’s the point of having access to a world’s worth of knowledge if I still can’t find an answer to save my friends. I refuse to fail here! I won’t! Everything has an answer. Do you think maybe Qrow and Os-” Penny stopped after seeing Winter’s face contort with even more remorse.

“I…I can’t locate their ship, or get a call. We have no idea where they are.”

The news took everyone by surprise. Surly they couldn’t just be gone, could they? Winter got done on the ground in front of Penny and the girl immediately jumped into her arms, shaking and crying. Oscar was her world, and now he’s lost with Winter’s.

On the other side of the wall, Weiss and Jaune stood by Nick’s bed. His skin looked tinted gray. Tubes connected to his arm went to machines while an oxygen mask covered his face. Gradually his eyes opened to see a blurred version of his sobbing parents. He could gently feel the warmth of a small hand in his.

“M..Mom?” He tried squeezing her hand.

“Ssh. It’s…It’s me. Please, don’t try to speak. Just…save your energy.”

The familiar sensation of Jaune’s aura washed over him, making it a little easier to breathe. Nick didn’t need to ask his parents what brought these tears or the fear in his mother’s voice. He could feel just how far was from being okay.

“I’m…sorry. I…”

“I said not to speak. You can apologize later, okay?” Weiss fell to knees, still holding his hand. “Please tell me later.”

Nick didn’t argue. Didn’t have the strength. He could barely think and wanted to rest, yet he feared shutting his eyes right now wasn’t a good idea. All he could do to stay awake was focus on the pain. Both physically , as well as mentally.

It had been awhile since things felt so bad. Our heroes felt down and out, the world at large none the wiser. Par for the course honestly, except things weren’t done. Not by a long shot. A chill was in the air. One that Veronica picked on the moment she sighed.

She gained their attention. “Uh, you guys?” She took a shallow breath, clearly visible by all. “Was it always this cold in here?”

Dread hit instantly. Ruby and Penny both rushed to the hospital exit to get a look outside. Ruby was meant with crisp rushing wind that stung. Not unusual for Atlas in winter, yet the falling snowflakes inspired fear.

“Penny, the heat is on right?”

“Yes! It wasn’t scheduled to snow either. Is this coming from the school!?”

“It’s worse.” Winter said as she ran outside with scroll in hand. “Penny I need a bird’s eye view of Atlas and Mantle from a distance!”

Penny launched herself into the air and flew as fast she could outside kingdom limits then turned around to live broadcast to Winter. “Winter…alert the general. Request all hands on hands deck, and tell Whitley to take inventory of all the flame dust available. I think…”

Her words trailed off from what she witnessed. An immense glow from the forest where the lake was located could be seen. From it, a long trail of shimmering white particles flowed upward like a winding river in the sky that had begun swirling around all of Atlas as if it was one massive snow globe.

“I think we’re going to need all of it.”

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