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five-rivers · 8 days

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archetypical changes

@echoghost1 @ghostfox_fuyu

It started out small. Small enough that, in retrospect, Danny was surprised he noticed at all. But he did. At least, he noticed enough to dismiss it as nothing important.

It was just hair, after all. Just hair, growing a bit too fast. He knew that people did have different rates of hair growth naturally. Like, beards especially could grow fast. That’s why five o’clock shadow was a thing.

Just hair.

He wound a curl around finger, where it peeked out from under his left ear. This fast… He could probably brush it off. Maybe it was an extension of his healing powers. He’d just need to cut it more often, so he didn’t go to the barber too often. Would that even be something people would notice?

He’d noticed. It was his body. His hair.

Would anyone else?

He ran a hand through it, sweeping it back, and went on with his life.

“Hey, Jazz,” he said, a week later. “Will you give me a haircut?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Jazz. She turned from her desk and looked him over. “It is getting long, but didn’t you just get a haircut?”

Danny shrugged. “Does it matter?”

Jazz walked over to him and looked up and down the hallway. “Is it a ghost thing?” she whispered.

“No idea,” Danny said.

Jazz sighed, as if it was his fault he was a freak of nature.

Well. It kind of was. Still. She didn't need to act like it.

“Come on, we'll do it in the bathroom. I'll get the broom, you find the scissors.”

They regrouped in the bathroom a few minutes later. Jazz had picked up a chair as well.

“Go ahead and sit down,” she said as she pulled a comb from a drawer. She ran the comb through his hair.

“I did brush my hair before,” said Danny, leaning back slightly and closing his eyes.

“Sure,” said Jazz. “Just checking. How do you want this?”

“However it was before. Just shorter than it is now.”

“Well… I’ll do my best. But you know I’ve not done this before, right?”

“Yeah, but I can’t ask Mom or Dad, and I’m broke, so. This is about it. Unless I want to ask Sam, and I’m not ready to go goth.”

“Going ghost is enough for you, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay,” said Jazz with a sigh. “Let’s do this.”

The scissors snipped cleanly through his hair, over and over, ticklish strands falling around his ears and shoulders. Jazz didn’t get fancy. She kept things relatively even and didn’t attempt fades or different lengths or anything like that. The result was somewhat strange, but it was workable. No one would think he had some kind of weird hair-growing… thing.

Yeah. He was totally killing this secret identity thing.

Jazz ran a hand through his hair, shaking loose a few more cut strands. “Your hair is really fluffy, you know that?”

“Thanks, Jazz,” said Danny.

“Thank me by helping clean up. Your hair got everywhere.”

“Guess that’s why barber shops use those weird little capes.”

“Yeah,” said Jazz.

They cleaned up relatively quickly, and Danny spent the rest of the afternoon working on homework, secure in the knowledge that he had, once again, protected himself from discovery via stupid means, like supernaturally fast-growing hair. He didn’t have the time for it to distract him from what was really important. In this case, transformations of functions.

Math. What would he do without it?

Then, of course, he went to bed and fell asleep. No one disturbed him that night, ghost or human, which only happened about half the time, even if it felt like he was being woken up every night, sometimes.

He woke up and ran his hands through his hair. It felt longer than it had yesterday when he went to bed, but not by a huge amount. He might have to get Jazz to cut his hair once a week or more. Maybe he’d just have to learn how to do it himself. Ugh…

He went about his usual morning routine in his normal somnambulant state. Clothing, shoes, on to the bathroom…

His reflection blinked sleepily at him. Yeah, his hair was a bit longer, but only by a few millimeters. It wasn’t growing fast enough that anyone would notice over the course of a few days.

Dismissing the problem as one that wouldn’t truly become problematic for a few more days, he picked up his toothbrush and made a face at himself in the mirror.

Then he froze.

He leaned forward, over the sink, baring his teeth. He poked at his canines with one finger. Yep. Yep, that was real. That wasn’t a hallucination, even if it seemed like it should be.

His upper canines had grown long and sharp overnight. Their points descended until they almost touched his bottom gums. He opened his mouth and discovered that it wasn’t just his upper canines, but his lower canines, too.

His fingers roved over the rest of his teeth, searching for other changes. He couldn’t find any. That didn’t mean they weren’t there.

He pulled off his shirt, then his pants. He hadn’t noticed anything else while he was getting dressed, but he was so out of it in the mornings that his lack of noticing also didn’t mean anything.

His skin… still pasty white, still lightly freckled. His muscles seemed to move normally, but he wasn’t exactly an expert. However… He raised his hand to his side and slotted his fingers into the gaps between his ribs. It hadn’t been like this before, had it? He slid his fingers back and forth, thinking. It felt… oddly satisfying, but also very wrong. His hips also seemed slimmer, bonier.

He’d never had all that much fat, he took after his mother in that way, but he was pretty sure this was over and above that. Something strange was happening to him.

He put his shirt and pants back on and walked through the wall into Jazz’s room.

“Holy– Knock first,” said Jazz, throwing the first thing she could grab at him. Which was her pajama pants. Ew. “What’s wrong?”

“I have fangs now,” said Danny.

“What?”

Danny opened his mouth as wide as he could to show her.

“What are you doing, I don’t want to see your uvula, that’s– Oh.”

Danny let his mouth close with a click. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m–” Jazz looked lost. “I don’t know. You can probably hide, um, teeth for school. It’s not as if people are going to be looking in your mouth… Are there any other changes? Other than that and your hair?”

“Um,” said Danny. “I– Maybe?”

“If it’s important enough that you broke into my room–”

“I didn’t break anything.”

“--then you’d better tell me.”

Danny felt himself blushing. “It’s– I think that I’ve lost a lot of weight. Like, overnight. I can see my ribs now.”

Jazz hissed through her teeth. “That’s serious, Danny. That’s a serious health thing.”

“More than the fangs?”

“Way more than the fangs. I’ll call us out sick, and we can go visit your doctor friend. What was his name? Frostfight?”

“Frostbite,” corrected Danny. “You’re really going to help me skip school?”

“For a health thing?” asked Jazz. “Yeah. You basically are sick. Or, at least, there’s something strange going on with your body that we need to figure out sooner rather than later. Now get out of here so I can get dressed. Is it cold where Frostbite lives?”

“Freezing,” said Danny. “Wear long underwear and layers. Lots of layers.”

“Ugh. I might as well wear my hazmat.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be a bad idea,” said Danny. “We are going into the Ghost Zone.”

Jazz sighed. “Great, now, seriously, get out and get ready to go. I’ll get you when I’m ready.”

Danny fled back through the walls and dropped himself onto his bed. He waited, thoughts whirling. What could possibly be making his hair grow faster, his weight drop, and his teeth turn into fangs? Was this some kind of ghost disease? Ghost puberty? Some kind of weird curse?

Jazz knocked on his door not long after, and Danny leaped up, eager to get answers.

“I called us out,” she said, then did a double take. “Danny, your hair.”

He reached up and ran his hand over his head. “It’s longer,” he said.

“A lot longer,” said Jazz. “Visibly longer. I was only gone a few minutes. It’s getting faster. A lot faster.”

Danny forced a smile. “Well, good thing we were already going to see Frostbite.”

Jazz hesitated, then nodded. “I got Mom and Dad to run off to Elmerton. Told them there was a ghost sighting over there.”

“So they won’t notice us being gone. Smart.”

“I know I am,” said Jazz. She smirked down at Danny, then winked. “Come on, let’s go.”

Danny went ghost and floated next to her as she made her way down the stairs. “How are you on piloting the Specter Speeder?”

“I’m, well,” she made a face. “I haven’t gotten much of a chance. I’ve gotten up to level three on the simulator.”

“You should be fine to fly it, then,” said Danny. “It’s not like there’s a lot of stuff to run into– you’ll just go through it. And there’s no time to learn like the present.”

“Don’t use my words against me,” said Jazz, scowling slightly. Danny stuck his tongue out at her.

They went down into the lab, and started going through the flight checks for the Specter Speeder.

“I’ll fly ahead,” said Danny, clipping on a Fenton Fone. “Check for danger and all.”

“Are you sure you’re up for that?”

“Yeah, I feel fine,” said Danny. “Just… weird.” He licked his teeth. “Really weird.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll finish up here in just a couple of minutes.”

Danny flew through the portal and did a few laps of the portal. “Everything looks clear for you over here.”

“Okay,” said Jazz through the Fone. “Check your Fenton Fone. It’s skipping a lot of what you say.”

Danny grumbled but checked it. It seemed fine. He popped it back in. “I think we’ll just have to deal with it,” said Danny.

“Great,” said Jazz. “Stand clear.”

The Specter Speeder slowly slid through the portal. Once it was all the way through, Danny tapped his Fone again and waved at Jazz. “Follow me,” he said. “It’s a long way there.”

The Far Frozen was as cold as ever. Danny landed in the snow, his hair falling down to the curve of his jaw, and sighed at the pleasant sensation. Flying wasn’t difficult, per se. It wasn’t like walking or running, it didn’t really use muscles, but it was tiring, and the Far Frozen was far.

However… was he more tired than he normally would have been? Or was this another symptom?

“Great One!” greeted Frostbite, jarring Danny from his spiraling introspection. “What brings you here today?”

“Well,” said Danny, trying to get his thoughts together.

“Health things,” said Jazz, climbing out of the Speeder. “Oh, gosh, it really is cold out here.”

“I see,” said Frostbite, leaning closer to Danny. “You do not appear injured.”

“It’s more like… body… changes,” explained Danny awkwardly. He glanced sideways at the other yetis walking through the public space. “Can we go in?”

“Of course,” said Frostbite. He gestured Danny and Jazz onward and towards a well-lit cave. “Medical is this way, as you might remember.”

“I… guess I don’t, really,” said Danny, following Frostbite. “It’s sort of a blur.”

“Understandable. You were quite unwell.”

Danny could feel Jazz glaring at the back of his head. He decided to ignore that. Problem for later, if she remembered. The hair and teeth and weight loss were the problems now.

They reached the medical wing in short order, and Frostbite ushered him and Jazz into a smaller private room. There was a counter and an examination bench and a few cabinets. “So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.

Danny, with Jazz’s ‘help,’ explained.

“Hm,” said Frostbite. “There are a few things that could cause that, but I need to make some measurements before I could say which one is happening here. Could you sit up here and take off your shirt?”

Danny flew up - it was a bit too high to just jump up - and pulled off his shirt. Frostbite produced a stethoscope, and asked Danny to cough and hum. He listened intently. Danny listened, too. Humming felt… odd, as if his chest were more hollow, as if the sound was brushing the very edge of his ghostly wail.

“And all this happened recently?” asked Frostbite, after a few minutes.

“Yeah. I noticed the hair thing about a week ago? Everything else seemed to just show up today.”

“I think I may know what is happening.”

“Is it a ghost puberty thing?” asked Danny, unsure if he should hope for that or not.

“I suppose it could be considered analogous to puberty,” said Frostbite, bemused, “although puberty isn't something that typically happens to ghosts. We don't age. It's more along the lines of adapting to a role after a period of malleability.”

Jazz let out a little sigh. “It's not something that will hurt Danny, then?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot say that for certain. There are a great deal of potential complications, which may be made greater by your half-human status, and the archetype you seem to be settling into…”

“What is it?” asked Danny.

“The role you have taken upon yourself is that of a tutelary, a protective spirit. You are developing a very thin, almost gaunt appearance, and your hair is growing rapidly. Fangs tend to be nonspecific, common to many types of ghost, the same with minor changes to your nails and skin tone. Your wail on the other hand…”

“I sort of felt it when I was humming, earlier,” volunteered Danny. “That hasn't happened before.”

“There is only one group I know of that matches all those traits,” said Frostbite gravely. “Here, in the Realms, they are called the Keeners, or the Mourners, or, on occasion, Those Who Mourn Before, for their predictive abilities. In the human world, I believe the more famous of them became known as banshees.”

“I thought banshees were all women,” said Danny, feeling a little blank.

“The famous ones are,” said Frostbite.

Danny wanted to know more about that, but shook his head and returned to the question at hand. “What's dangerous about that, though?” he certainly thought it sounded unpleasant and inconvenient to the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, but he could admit there was a difference between that and actively dangerous.

“A banshee’s wail is supposed to kill people, isn't it?” interjected Jazz.

“They do, on occasion,” said Frostbite. “Especially when they are younger and have less control.”

“I've had my wail under control for ages, though,” protested Danny, shooting a glare at Jazz. She gave him an apologetic shrug.

“When I asked you to hum, earlier, didn’t you feel something different? Something unusual?” asked Frostbite, kindly.

Danny shrugged. “Maybe.”

“This is a change,” said Frostbite. “One that affects more than your physical appearance. The powers associated with your archetype will change as well, including your wail, and those changes generally come with a loss of control, however temporary. The typical precaution in these cases is to, ah, use a gag, until a community of banshees willing to train the new one can be contacted.”

“I, um. I don’t suppose that’s something that I can do, like, overnight?”

“Not generally,” said Frostbite. “There’s some overlap between banshees and ice-cored ghosts, more than there is for fire-cored ghosts, but it isn’t a great enough number for us to have regular contact.”

“That’s… I can’t… Great. That’s. What am I supposed to do with that? I’ve got my whole town– The ghosts– I can’t just up and leave.”

“Danny, you can’t go back if your wail could just randomly go off and, you know, ki–”

“I know that,” interrupted Danny, dropping his head into his hands. He rubbed his face vigorously.

“You may not have that particular addition to your wail,” said Frostbite. “In fact, I would be rather surprised if you did. You are, like I said, primarily a tutelary. A protector. Banshees from such backgrounds more typically have predictive or clairvoyant abilities. They do not cause the deaths that follow their cry, they only are aware of them.”

“Well, I guess that’d just suck for me rather than everyone else.” He could already feel his mental health taking a hit. “But I’ll be good, I’ll stay here and do whatever precautions you want. Play the silent game, sit in the middle of nowhere in the Zone, the gag thing, whatever. You’d better come up with a good excuse for me, though. I think Mom and Dad’ll get suspicious if they don’t see me for days or whatever.”

“I’ll do my best,” said Jazz.

“Is there anything else I should know about?” asked Danny. “Like, am I going to spontaneously combust or grow a tail or what?”

Frostbite chuckled. “Probably not. But we should take some fittings for the sound-dampening gag…”

Danny sighed. “I really don’t want to wear a gag.”

“It will be temporary,” said Frostbite, “to prevent accidents before you can have proper training.”

Danny wrinkled his nose. “That sounds wrong.”

“How so?” asked Frostbite.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” He fell back to lay down on the examination table.

Frostbite patted his shoulder. “It will be fine, Great One,” he said. “Almost everyone goes through this eventually. And while you’re here, I can give you more details about what other kinds of changes you can expect going forward. I have simplified a good deal, after all.”

“Oh my gosh, it is just like puberty,” said Danny.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay without me?” asked Jazz.

“I’m more worried about you flying back.”

“We can give your sister an escort,” said Frostbite. “If Miss Jasmine is alright with that.”

Danny removed his hands from his face to stare Jazz into taking the escort.

“Alright,” said Jazz. “If it won’t put you out.” She walked over to Danny. “And if you are sure you don’t need me.”

“I’m sure. We can’t both be gone for who knows how long.”

She sighed and patted his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” said Danny. “I’m just going to complain about it the whole time.”

“As is your right. I know I wasn’t too happy when it started happening to me. I wasn’t always as handsome as I am now, you know.”Danny sat up. “Okay, now, I’ve got to hear that story.”

#danny phantom #phic phight

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aicosu · 8 months

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Guys, I hate to do this.

Any of you who know me in any circle know that I'm a very professional, very private lady who hates any sort of disc horse breeds that might give me a headache. But this one is important, and my goal here is the integrity and reputation of artists.

For my credentials: I have been a part of five zines in the past. Two I moderated, and one I ran, created, laid out, printed, and shipped in its entirety.

So anyway:

HELLCHEER ZINE BULLSHIT

I joined Hellcheer and the Kindred Freaks Zine very late. Well, after sign ups, check-ins, etc. I saw it was happening in april-ish and shot a DM to the twitter to join. I did both a full art page and a cosplay page.

At the time, the server was quiet but kind. We got updates on the number of orders and books being made.

@Lawless is the runner of the Zine. They created and organized it. They are in charge of the main emails, the selling website, the orders, the shipping, and the funds. (To be clear, this level of sole responsibility is not ABNORMAL in a zine. And is not always an issue.)

@Valerie is the 'social media' mod. They are in charge of managing announcements and answering questions on Twitter and Tumblr. Please keep in mind: No one wants anything but a fast and easy recovery for both Lawless and their mother. Medical emergencies, heck—LIFE happens. It's always okay to put a hiatus on anything, even product with money, in order to take care of yourself and family. Every single contributor only wants them to be clear in what they need and how we can help.

So lets break down what's happening.

Back in May, Lawless went radio silent on the status of books and merch coming in. Another contributor and I, @Toguchin, start dming Lawless to make sure everything is on track. They come back after a week and apologize for being MIA, explaining that their mom got sick. We thank them for all their hard work and wish them and their mom well.

On July 15th, after contributors and customers inquire on delays to meeting the announced shipping deadline, Lawless makes a twitter post saying shipping has started and contributor copies will be happening. They proceeded to go MIA from the server discord and have been since.

The following week, contributors and customers discover that shipping HAS NOT started. Labels have been created and printed, but nothing appears to be in transit at all.

Toguchin and I started getting reached out to by customers worrying their packages are lost. We report this to the zine server to NO RESPONSE. Except @Ashlee, the discord mod who also has heard nothing.

July 20th to 22nd with customers complaining and theorizing a scam in mind; Toguchin and I propose that PDFs be given out to assure and apologize for delays.

We as a server discover a few things: 1. We cannot access the list of buyers at all in order to email apology zines because Lawless did not share the account information with anyone. 2. We cannot access the main email for the same reason. 3. Valerie, the social media mod, deleted discord and distanced themselves from the Hellcheer fandom and has not been checking the Twitter or tumblr, or discord notifications since May.

Ashlee and Ichikun contact Valerie to sign on.

I made a new email and said fuck it, we need to do something to assuage fears, let them send receipts to honor their zines. Valerie didn't know what to post or say or how to answer everyone, so I gave them a copy paste.

Still no words from Lawless but hoping for the best knowing the have a medical emergency, Ashlee and I begin answering the new email for PDFs, but cant help people change addresses or give them any update!!!

Throughout the weeks mods and contributors ping Lawless constantly asking if they need any help! Any help at all, answering emails, changing order addresses, heck a few of us ask if we can pick up the books and packages and ship stuff for them so they can hands off the project and take care of their mom. No response.

We send message after message saying if Lawless can share picture proof, that would be great cause scam theories and chargebacks are starting. BUT ALSO, we let Lawless know we and customers will ABSOLUTELY UNDERSTAND delays if they just communicate it. That if they post in server and on Twitter that shipping needs to wait a month or two, no one will mind. No responses.

July 31, Lawless makes a Twitter update with comments disabled that they are shipping ALL packages that monday with a picture of packages. They also call Valerie privately and tell the issue that USPS refuses to pick up shipments from Lawless has, and they can't leave their mothers side from the post office. They also claim they can only deliver ten packages at a time at the post when they go. *USPS has no such rules. Me and other mutuals who run shops have never had such a problem.

A week later, we realize that customers and our packages are still not in transit. Labels printed only. Most of us assume all packages are just label printed and sitting at Lawless' house.

We beg for updates from Valerie or Lawless. Valerie doubles down on Lawless old reasonings and also officially goes MIA until present day.

Throughout August, USA packages get delivered. A few more updates are made straight to Twitter and Tumblr with comments off. Radio silence in server.

As packages arrive, we all become aware from people's posts and pictures that random Stranger Things Art Stickers are included. No credit to any artist is given? No contributor is responsible for this art. These are suspected to be BOUGHT from Amazon. STOLEN arts amazon sellers resell in packs. NO contributor is okay with this!!! Valerie responds with no response at all.

As of now:

No response to missing digital copies. Ashlee and I cannot give out any without receipts because we have no access to buyers list. Nor can we answer missing packages inquiries cause we have no info. International packages unaccounted for. SCRUNCHIES FREE OR OTHERWISE UNACCOUNTED FOR. Zero word on contributor copies. Zero word on donation status. Zero word on generated profit or book and shipping cost. No way to verify funds at all. No word from Lawless to contributors since July 15. From Valerie since the 31st.

Some notes:

Turning off twitter comments was NEVER what any one of us wanted. A ZINE LAYOUT was never shared. So until people had them in hand or in PDF none of us realized that the credits DO NOT POINT TO ANY SOCIAL MEDIA. All of our usernames are handle-less? This was extremely disappointing. This one matters to me: Our FanEdit artist was not aware their work was not getting a full page. Again no pre-layout was shared. So their work is tiny and in the margins of the front and back. That's not okay. All of us wanted to help in any way we could. NONE of us doubt Lawless intentions or emergencies. But lying, misleading, non-communicating and turning off comments are all things we did not consent to. All of us only wanted a cordial, honest response. None of us actually cared about delays as much as we did communications. There has been many noticeable times Lawless has been online, posting privately or otherwise, even active on Discord and has not reached out.

Why make a post:

Customers should know contributors fought for them. That we did everything we could and our reputation as artists in the fandom shouldn't be tarnished cause two creators decided to disappear. Contributors should get their copies. Many of us BOUGHT bundles. I've been in five zines and every single one gave out free contributor copies WITH merch!!

I'm also attaching all server screenshots for integrity. I'm in half a mind to release the zine PDF publicly, for free, for everyone at this point. I personally think it's only fair since many are still missing just that. But I do not want to insult anyone who paid for just the PDF regardless of the potential contribution to charity. But it's really up to customers, not me.

#hellcheer #hellcheer zine #kindred freaks #fucking sucky ass post to make

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hauntedestheart · 8 months

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When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is I reach for my phone. I've seen a lot of articles say that doing this is supposed to be bad for you, you're supposed to limit your screen time and not use electronic devices in bed and blah blah blah... but whoever wrote those articles clearly wasn't living my life.

Hell, I barely know who's living my life.

See, the reason I check my phone in the morning is because checking it is the only way I'm gonna find out what I did last night. Take, for example, the photo I found on it this morning.

Oh god, I'm cringing just looking at it. I didn't take this photo! Yeah, sure, I'm a hot guy who goes to the gym, but I swear I'm not the kind of douchebag who would pose nude like this. Someone else took this photo, and they used my body to do it.

Scrolling through the apps on my phone, I begin to piece together the events of last night. According to some Lyft receipts, my body left the house a bit before midnight and headed across the bridge to uptown, and didn't head back home until around five in the morning.

My bank statement informs me that I stopped at a fancy store to buy a new jacket (which I find in the closet) and then I headed to a bar I'd never heard of where I bought several rounds of shots and a plate of mozzarella sticks. It's even logged in my calorie counter app.

On Instagram I've been tagged in a story by someone I've never met before, and when I click on it there's a short video clip of a man standing on a table in some bar shaking his perky ass around and- oh, yup, the guy is me. I tap to the next video and my body has lost its shirt, probably so everyone can see my abs flexing as I do body rolls, and then in the next clip I'm down to just my skivvies and a stranger's hand is grabbing my junk and shaking it around. Thankfully, that's the last video in the lineup- though there's an ache in my ass that hints that it wasn't where the night ended.

This might sound like the kind of fun, drunken bender that a guy my age might get up to, but that's not what's going on here! I don't know why, but for the past few months every time I've gone to sleep at night, my body has woken back up and gone back out. At first I thought I was just sleepwalking- mom said I did it all the time as a kid -but sleepwalkers don't do the things that my body does.

Sleepwalkers walk. My body hits the town.

I always wake up safe and sound in bed in the morning, which is a small blessing, but everything else is a complete mystery. I don't know what is doing it, or how they're doing it, but I'm pretty sure it's another person. They basically told me so.

A few weeks after it started I bought a night vision camera and set it up to monitor my bedroom, hoping to glean some sort of clue about what exactly was happening to me, but whoever was in my body just deleted the footage. When I woke up in the morning, the only thing I found on the camera was a very long video of my body shoving a dildo up my ass, moaning like a whore while the other hand explored the muscles of my torso... and at the end of it, when my body was finally drenched in semen, it looked straight into the camera and winked.

The me in the video had a cocky expression on his face that I'd never seen before and to be honest, that kinda freaked me out! In a fit of desperation, I decided to leave a note taped to my bedroom door.

What do you want? I wrote. And when I woke up in the morning, someone had written something underneath it:

; )

Which... I still don't know what to make of that. I think whoever is doing this thinks that they're funny. Since then, my body snatcher has gotten into the habit of leaving me little notes and photos like the one up there.

My body snatcher seems to really like my body, which- hey, I'm proud of it too! You don't work as hard as I do on my abs without being a little vain, and if I was gonna snatch someone's body I'd probably go for someone who was packing a dick like mine. I can't even say that I blame them. But the number of photos I've found on my phone of myself groping my pecs, flexing my big biceps for the camera, licking my own armpits... it's a bit too much.

And that's the absolute worst part of it! Whoever's doing it is getting cocky. Look at that photo- the camera set-up, the hand written note, the strategically placed paint... this isn't just some random selfie taken on the spot, this required setup. They're mocking me, letting me know that they've got me where they want me and there's nothing I can do about it.

The pictures have only been getting bolder and more scandalous- some of the more recent ones were taken in public places, and they're starting to involve props. I'm nervous about what they're going to come up with next- but I guess I won't know until I wake up.

#male possession #yes I'm still alive I'm just terrible at finishing things so I'm sitting on a bunch of drafts #but I like this confessional style format so I might toy with it more

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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tw for child abuse

AITA for guilt tripping my friend to make her hang out with me?

background:

this is about me (16X) and my childhood friend "eve" (16F)

eve had a habit of being late (every single time we hung out) and cancelling plans at the last minute (we only hung out 1/5 times planned, she'd cancel the day before/the same day for the other 4). this went on for literal years with varying degrees

i've always been patient and forgiving with her, never blamed her for it. except for this time

we both knew about our home lives. our families were kinda shit, with my mom being particularly insane. it was mainly verbal/emotional abuse, i can't explain too much because blog rules but my therapist agrees. (eve's parents were strict but mainly with school and health, i'm not sure it matters here but worth a mention)

my mom would freak out when eve messed up our plans, especially if they involved my mom too (ex. driving us somewhere). this was very stressful and scary for me, so i did my best to hide it from her, which happened like every week at this point

the actual event:

eve and i decide to have dinner together a few days before

our parents are involved because they're handling the reservation, they're paying and we need permission to stay out late

i ask eve several times if she's sure she'll be there before i even ask my mom if i can go, and keep checking on her afterwards. every time she assures me she'll be there

in between the morning and afternoon of the reservation's day she suddenly texts me saying that the weather sucks (note: we're seated inside and the restaurant is within walking distance, our parents could also drive us) and that she wants to cancel

i get upset at her and tell her my mom will give me hell for it. i remember being pretty pushy about this, insisting she'd come because i didn't want to deal with my mom's tantrum. this is the guilt tripping i was talking about

we ended up going but it obviously sucked. a few months later she called me toxic for guilt tripping her and said i was an asshole

now that i'm older i realize it wasn't nice and that there were better ways to go about this. i also understand that eve had her own mental/home issues, as did i. that's why i tried to be patient with her, and for a long time i thought i was the one at fault here. but i've been thinking things over and this situation is kind of different. i'd like to hear other people's opinions on this

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

[Chapter 2] Getting to Know the Boss

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Bath Sex, Vaginal Sex, Dressing Room Oral Sex (m. receiving), Car Fingering, Creampie, Teasing

Kento eats in silence at the dining table while he waits for you to say something about the events that just happened. You eat peacefully across from him, wearing sweatpants and a tank top. You eat as if nothing had just happened which should give him the relief that you’re not going to threaten him with his job or anything, yet he’s still freaking out. You seem to happily eat the food, and yet he’s worried about what you’ll say next. About how he fucked up. It’s all illogical because if you hadn’t wanted it, you wouldn’t have initiated anything.

You eat a burger and fries in peace, nothing too special but Kento didn’t know what to pick. Surely nothing could’ve gone wrong with this, since sometimes you order him to get you a burger while working late at night. He got the same meal for himself and he eats quietly. Because he has to eat something. But Kento isn’t very hungry.

“What do you want to do tomorrow after we’re done shopping?” You speak up which catches the man off guard. He shrugs before verbally saying,

“I don’t know. Whatever you want to do, ma’am.” He answers, making a laugh come from your lips. Kento raises his eyebrow as he looks at you. You put two fries in your mouth and chew slowly. You watch him intently, trying to figure out what’s going on inside his brain. When you swallow, you speak,

“I wonder what’s going on inside your mind, Kento.” It catches him off guard when you use his first name. He’s about to ask why but you answer the question before he can ask it. “You just came inside of me and yet you’re calling me ma’am. You were just talking about getting me pregnant, and here you are, not even an hour later.”

“I’m sorry? Should I not?” He questions and you chuckle before you bring the vanilla milkshake’s straw up to your lips. Kento is beyond confused, but considered you called him by his first name and the fact that he literally just had sex with you, he shouldn’t be.

“We’re in a hotel room. About to share a bed. There’s no employees around. Should you be calling me ma’am?” You tilt your head to the side and he laughs when he realizes his absurdity. You continue eating in silence before you speak up, “You talk about your daughter, and I wonder if you’ve ever been married.”

“I have been. We got divorced, though.” He answers, grabbing a napkin to clean his mouth. It sparks your curiosity, and you feel as if he’s taking too long to speak again. “She was cheating on me too. Thing is, it was with a woman. Apparently when we slept together she wanted to check if she really liked men, and she got pregnant. So we ended up getting married.”

“Oh, so you got married because of your daughter.” You comment and he hums in response. “Same thing happened to my parents. Except they’re still together. My mom just doesn’t like me because– Sorry, I didn't mean to overshare.”

“No, it’s fine!” Kento assures you. It’s the first time he hears something so personal, other than the moans he just heard from you.

“My mom just doesn’t like me because I tied her down to my dad, and even though she wanted to leave she couldn’t.” You say. “But it’s fine. I’m rich, young, and pretty.”

“You are.” He laughs.

“Do your daughter and her mom get along?” You ask, and Kento wants to nod but he isn’t sure if he can. He takes a moment to answer,

“Her mother treats her very well but she doesn’t like the woman. They barely spend time together and when they do, Asami is annoyed.” Kento answers, which makes the man wonder what his mother tells his daughter about his ex-wife. Yet he never cares to question it because his ex-wife isn’t the best mother. Not even a mediocre one. She loves her daughter, yet she doesn’t really try.

“She’ll come around. She’s probably looking for someone to blame for your divorce, and she chose the least favorite parent.” You comment as you stand up from the chair. Kento raises an eyebrow, wondering if he really is his daughter’s favorite parent. You walk over to him and put your hands on his shoulders and begin to massage them. You lean down, your lips going down to his ear,

“How about we change the topic and talk about something more fun… Wait, let’s not really talk.”

“Hmm… What are you thinking?” He responds.

“Run a bath and soak… If you know what I mean.” You tell him and he hides back a smile. You begin to walk to the bathroom, taking off your tank top and tossing it behind you. Kento’s cheeks turn pink as he stands up and begins to follow you. You reach the bathroom and turn on the faucet of the bathtub, and while you wait for it to fill up, you take off your sweatpants. The moment the pants hit the floor, Kento walks into the bathroom.

His hands land on your waists while his lips meet yours. Your tongues glide over each other while your hands begin to unbutton his shirt, finishing up the job that you didn’t finish earlier. He really thought that he’d only get to have sex with you once, yet it’s about to happen again.

Your hands undo each button, and you end up taking off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. You pull away from the kiss to comment, “God, you’re not even trying to take off your clothes. I have to do it all. I have such a lazy employee.”

“I like seeing you work for it.” Kento comments, his hands going to his belt. He unbuckles it and takes it off, before unbuttoning his pants. He lets them fall to the floor, along with his boxers. You both share a couple more kisses before he turns off the faucet and gets into the tub. You follow after him and sit on him.

He grabs the body wash that the hotel offers, and pours some on his hands. His hands lands on your tits and he begins to massage them, while his lips kiss the side of your neck. His hands knead your tits as his mouth sucks on your neck, making the softest moans escape your lips. It’s almost comical that he was just calling you ma’am.

“There… Fuck– There.” You moan while he sucks on the right spot. One of his hands stops massaging your boob and it goes down to your pussy. He smacks your cunt three times before his fingers begin to play with your clit. Kento’s mouth then goes up to your ear and he nibbles on your earlobe before saying,

“Do you know how much I’ve thought about this?” He whispers, his fingers pinching your nipple. He stops playing with your clit, his fingers running through your folds. You bite your bottom lip as your hips buck at his touch. You wait for him to insert his fingers inside of you, but he teases you.

“Don’t tease your sweet boss like this.” You comment, shutting your eyes as Kento just runs his fingers through your folds. Occasionally he gives a circular motion on your clit but his fingers quickly return to teasing you. He laughs at your comment before responding,

“Sweet?” He questions. You’re anything but sweet to him. Maybe tonight you’ve been sweet. Any other time? You’re the devil. A very hot devil dare he say. You seem so desperate, yet you won’t beg. And he’s sure he won’t do anything until you’re begging him to.

He feels your hand grab his cock, and he knows he’s about to receive the very same treatment. However, you align his cock up with your entrance, making him think you’ll push it in, so he stops his teasing. Both of his hands go to your waist so he can help you move. It catches him off guard when you begin to rub your cunt on his cock and do nothing else.

“Fuck-” You moan and then bite your bottom lip, and while Kento knows that it feels good, he wants to feel your cunt wrapped around him again. In other words, he’s receiving the same treatment and he’s mad.

“Please…” He mutters while he feels your cunt rub on his cock. You chuckle, thinking about how pathetic he is. A man that can’t handle a taste of his own medicine. But you end up giving in, inserting his dick into you.

You leave it without moving for a minute, while Kento reaches for the soap again and gets it in his hands. He begins to rub it on your body while you decide when you’re going to move. He begins to play with your breasts again, one hand pinching your nipple while the other kneads the other boob.

You begin to move on his cock, and his hands move down to your waists. He bites down his bottom lip, not wanting to tell his boss how good she’s making him feel. Again . This is the second time he fucks his boss in the night, and he can’t believe how lucky he is. He knows he’s a rebound and his job might be on the line after this trip, but you best believe he’s going to enjoy every last second of this.

“Hmm… Love your dick.” You comment as you move up and down his length. His cock hits all the right spots, and you move just right so it brushes against your g-spot.

The water splashes around with your every move and it lands on the floor of the bathroom. Kento hates this view because he wants to watch your face as you take his cock, but he doesn’t get that beautiful view. He gets a view of your back and that’s it… He can’t even look at your ass. Although he doesn’t have time to be mad because your cunt is still wrapped around him, and you’re still moaning as you ride his cock.

“So good, Kento-” You moan, one hand going to your clit to stimulate it while you move. Kento helps you out and begins to move in and out of you. He sets a much faster pace than the one you had set. Much more water splashes out of the bathtub now. But neither of you are paying attention to the mess you’re making.

“You like that?” He questions, one hand going on your neck and pushing you back onto him. He’s kissing your jaw while thrusting in and out of you. You feel your orgasm approach. He feels it too as your cunt tightens around his cock. “Fuck-”

“I’m gonna-” You begin before you bite down your bottom lip. You loudly moan before you come around his cock. Kento continues thrusting in and out of you, putting all of his energy into this, as if it’ll be his last time of the night.

“Such a good little cunt.” He moans. He still can’t believe he’s fucking his boss. In fact, this is the second time in the night that he’ll come inside of her. Maybe he should ask before coming inside of you again, but you didn’t complain after the first time, and you’re not reminding him to pull out. In fact, you moan uncontrollably.

“Oh, shit-” He says when he finally reaches his release. He fills you up with his cum once again, and he doesn’t take his cock out until he’s finished. When his cock is out of your cunt, your turn around and kiss his lips.

“Better wash up.” You grab the soap. “We have a very long night ahead of us.”

You wake up next to your secretary after a very long night . A night filled with missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and mating press. Your libido has always been high, but never this high. Maybe fucking your secretary makes your sexual drive higher.

You’re sore the next day, so you run up a warm bath before starting your day. Before your secretary wakes up. Although you’re not the most considerate person, after all the hard work he put in the previous night, you tiptoe around the place to not make a sound.

You take a warm bath, excited about the day ahead of you. You think about all the fun stuff you get to do for today, as well for the whole week. Best thing is work is the last thing on your mind. Just shopping till you drop with your secretary.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and you tell him to come in. Kento walks in and goes straight to the toilet. You hold back a laugh as you hear him pee. Really it’s nothing comical but you woke up in a good mood today. He walks to the sink to wash his hands and brush his teeth.

“How’d you sleep?” You ask, as if he can answer with a toothbrush in his mouth. You patiently wait for him to finish brushing his teeth so he can answer the question. Once he rinses his mouth he answers,

“Pretty good. Although I barely slept.” He responds. He isn’t lying because after all the least thing you did was sleep. You slept for maybe four hours. You laugh before you signal for him to walk over to you, which he does.

“Give me a kiss.” You tell him, and he raises an eyebrow. “After what we did last night? Is a kiss too much to ask for?”

He chuckles before he leans and pecks your lips, “Good morning. How’s my beautiful boss doing?”

“That’s better.” You smile at him. “Do you want to go out for breakfast and then do a bit of shopping?”

“That sounds fun.” He responds before he begins to walk out of the bathroom. Although you want him to join you, you end up staying silent because you both know that an invitation will result in not going out at all.

“Oh yeah, Kento! Call the chauffeur and tell him to drop off the car! I want to drive!”

“You got it!”

“Let's go to that store! I want to buy you something.” You walk through the streets of the city when a certain store catches your eye. Kento isn’t sure how to respond other than to follow you. You sleep together one time and you’re already treating him like a boyfriend– Although it could be considered as a nice gift to the secretary that puts up with your occasional horrible moods.

“I think it’s fine.” He answers but you still walk into the store. You’re immediately greeted, and you mutter a hello back before walking around the store to find some clothes for Kento. While he’s always looking good, you find yourself bored of staring at the same clothes every single day. He awkwardly follows you around while you find a whole new wardrobe for him.

“What size shirt do you wear?” You ask him while you take one good look at him. You’re guessing a medium.

“A large.” He answers. Now that you know his size, you begin to pass him the shirts you want him to wear. He’ll have to try them on but it’s best for him to do that after he has all the clothes with him. You’re not even close to picking everything you want to buy for him

“After this we can go buy some clothes and toys for your daughter.” You inform him. He isn’t sure how to respond to that. You’re paying for everything so he shouldn’t worry about it and just accept it as a gift, but he doesn’t feel comfortable with that. He feels like a sugar baby. You chat about something, he’s not really keeping up with that, he just knows he wants you to stop picking out clothes. “My friend Gojo lives around here with his wife… Can’t remember her name. Something with a flower… Lily- No. Sunflower? No… Rose! Yep. Maybe we can visit them.”

“Isn’t this enough clothes?” Kento asks as you keep talking. He’s never seen you this chatty before, but then again this is the first time he’s with you outside of the work environment. You give him a weird look, raising your eyebrow at his question.

“Are you paying?” You reply and he shakes his head. Before he can say anything else, you respond, “That’s what I thought.”

Kento sighs, but doesn’t say anything else. He shouldn’t complain because he is receiving free clothes. Once you’re bored of picking out clothes for him, you tell him, “Go try them on.”

He ends up going to the dressing room, and you wait around since nothing in the store really catches your eye. Ralph Lauren isn’t your cup of tea.

You get bored of standing around so you go to the dressing room, hoping that Kento will show how some of the outfits look on him. You call out his name, “Kento.”

“Here!” He opens the door of the dressing room and walks out to show you a combination of a dress shirt and pants. You feel your cheeks get warm, and you look around for a second. You see that there’s no one around, so you walk over towards him. He’s confused as to why you walk over towards him, until you’re right on his face, your hands on his chest as you slightly push him into the dressing room. He smirks, knowing what’s about to happen.

“In public?” He questions and you hum in response. You get on your knees and unbutton the pants before undoing the zipper. You pull them down to the floor along with his boxers.

“I’m definitely buying these for you.” You comment before your hand wraps around his cock and you give it a couple of strokes as your tongue circles around the tip. Kento bites his bottom lip, not wanting a single moan to escape his lips. Not even a weird sounding breath. He doesn’t need any attention drawn to you. Especially since this is illegal.

You taste the salty precum on your tongue before your mouth wraps around his cock, taking all that your mouth can handle. While you tend to be an overachiever, the store’s fitting room isn’t the best place to gag on his cock and ruin your makeup. What you’re doing is perfect though because it takes everything in Kento not to start moaning in the dressing room.

He looks down at you, and you look back up at him. You love watching as he struggles not to moan, but that also reminds you to be careful. Neither of you want to get in trouble, even when you’re doing something you’re definitely not supposed to be doing. You take his cock out of your mouth and drag your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Your mouth wraps around his cock again.

You bob your head while your hands stroke the parts that aren’t in your mouth. If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re in public, Kento would be pushing your head forcing you to take all of him. He usually isn’t mean, but then again you aren’t the nicest to him. It’d be a way of payback.

“Such a good mouth.” He mutters. He can’t say anything else in fear that someone is walking by and listening to him. Any noise can be a giveaway, and he has to be as careful as he can be. The slurping noises as your mouth moves along his cock is the dead giveaway.

You don’t seem to care, you know no one is around. If you did, you’d bribe the person. You have enough money to get yourself out of any trouble.

“God-” He tries his best to hold back the moans that threaten to leave his lips. He’s so close to finishing, it’s hard. Too hard. Your mouth feels so nice, it’s almost impossible for him not to let out any type of noise. But he manages to suppress it as he shuts his eyes.

You keep bobbing your head until his cum hits the back of your throat. That’s when you hear a groan. You detach your mouth from his cock when every drop of your cum is in your mouth. You smile at him as you stand up.

“Try the rest of the clothes on, then meet me outside to pay.” You tell him. You open the dressing room’s door and exit, not giving him a second to at least pull his boxers up.

Kento sighs. This definitely feels like the sugar baby treatment.

“Where do you want to go out to eat?” You ask, driving around, unsure of where to go next. You’ve spent the whole day shopping, stopping just to eat some food. It’s fair to say that Kento is surprised with the amount of money you’ve spent– Not only on yourself, but on him and his daughter as well. He’s certainly thankful but at the same time it doesn’t feel right for you to be buying all this stuff for him.

“How about we go to that restaurant you wanted to have dinner at yesterday?” He suggests. You think about it for a second but then dismiss the idea.

“I’m not dressed for that. Let’s just do something casual.” You respond. Before Kento responds, you speak again. “Hmm… How about we go eat some pizza?”

“Pizza? Oh, sure. I heard New York pizza is great.” Kento replies.

“Look up a place in the GPS.” You order, which he does. You begin to drive per the instructions of the GPS. After a day filled with meaningless conversation, you sit in silence as you drive. There’s nothing in either of your minds. Well, there’s sex in your mind while Kento is tired of just shopping.

You have similar thoughts, all of them being far too dangerous to do while driving. Sure, Kento is tired. But never too tired to have sex with his boss. He has to take advantage of every single opportunity he has with you because after this trip is over, he’s back to being poor miserable secretary Kento.

Within ten minutes you’re parked outside the place, and you both exit the car to enter the small pizza place. He opens the door for you and you step into the place. You look at Kento and ask him, “What kind of pizza do you want? Do you want to share a large one?��

“Uh yeah… Vegetables are fine with me.” He answers. You side-eye him.

“Let’s do half and half.” You respond because tonight you definitely don’t see yourself eating vegetables with your pizza. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Get whichever you want and I’ll eat it with no trouble.” He ends up saying. Which you end up doing before taking a seat in one of the booths of the place. He takes a seat across from you and looks at the time on his watch. He excuses himself before he grabs his phone.

He’s about to get up and step out of the place, but it’s too loud outside. You sure won’t get mad over something so minimal. You watch him tap away on his phone before he brings it up to his ear. You can easily guess who he’s calling, so while he begins the call, you start using your phone to not awkwardly stare at him.

“Hey. Is Asami awake?” Kento greets his ex-wife and is quick to ask for his daughter. A sigh leaves his lips hearing the words from the other side of the phone. “How are you? Can I talk to my daughter now?”

You look up at him to find him rolling his eyes. You can tell he’s annoyed by the expression on his face. Your eyes go back to your phone before he can look at you. The last thing you want is to make eye contact while this conversation goes on.

“Hi, Asami. How are you, honey?” He greets his daughter. Even if he hadn’t said her name, you’d know by the tone of his voice. He talks much more sweetly to his daughter. “I miss you too. New York is fun. I bought you some stuff, and I know you’ll love it.”

It’s nice to hear him talk to his daughter and see how nice he is with her. So sweet too. You know he adores his daughter, always mentioning her when he has the opportunity. Although you’ve never really cared. But now it’s nice to hear him talking to her.

“Okay. Please behave, honey. I love you. I’ll be back soon, okay? Love you. Bye.” He hangs up the phone, and you put down your phone as well.

“You seem like a good dad.” You comment and for some reason, Kento’s cheeks go warm and change to a pink shade. It’s just a harmless comment.

“Thank you. I try.” He replies. That comment makes Kento extremely curious, and he begins to chew on the inside of his cheek while he debates if he wants to ask a certain question. It could result in you being mad, something that could be easily fixed with sex… “I’m not asking for any particular reason but… Have you ever thought about having a kid?”

“Hmm… Kids are fine, I don’t mind them but I don’t really see myself as a mother. I feel like I’d do a terrible job.” You confess. “Plus at this time of my life work is the most important thing. By the time work isn’t my priority, I’ll be too old to have my own.”

“That makes sense.” He responds, which is followed by an apology, “Sorry for such an intense question.”

“It’s fine.” You say. He should be able to get to know you a little better, considering he’s fucking you for the rest of the week.

“I don’t mean to pry… But, since work is your priority, should you really consider getting married? A partner and a child are very different but they both require a lot of attention and-”

“I didn’t really ask for your advice, now, did I?” You cut him off and he looks down at the table in embarrassment as he mutters a weak apology. He stepped on the line, forgetting that you’re still his boss. You sigh. “For the record, you’re right.”

After dinner, you drive back to the hotel in silence. Some music plays in the background which sets the mood for the two of you. Kento is the one behind the wheel now, his hand on your thigh. You look at him while he focuses on the road ahead of him.

“You’re very handsome, Kento.” You say, and he laughs. It’s unexpected, but he certainly doesn’t mind the compliment.

“Thank you.” He responds. “And you’re a very beautiful woman. You have no idea how many times I’ve looked at you and thought how lucky the guy that got with you would be.”

“Aren’t you a lucky guy then?” You bring your head to his neck, placing a kiss on it before your lips go up to his ear. “If you can pull the car over then we can–”

“I want to get to the hotel, but I have a good idea.” He interrupts you. Before you can ask him what his idea is, he speaks again. “Take off your pants.”

You do as he says, and although it’s not the easiest thing, you manage to take off your pants. You grab his hand, and guide it to your panties. You’re clearly eager, that he can tell. He moves your panties to the side, his middle and ring finger running through your folds.

“Look at you, can’t wait till you’re back at the hotel.” He clicks his tongue, as if he wasn’t the one who was suggesting this. His fingers circle your clit a couple of times which makes a couple breathy moans leave your lips. “Didn’t know my boss was so naughty. Ill-tempered? Yes. But so lustful?”

“God, shut up. Put your fingers inside me and shut up.” You respond and he laughs. He continues teasing you, which you can now say is something that he enjoys. Before you can reprimand him for wasting precious time, he inserts two fingers into your cunt. “That’s better.”

Kento moves his thick fingers in and out of you, hearing as your sweet moans almost outmatch the music that plays in the car. He holds back a smile, imagining the sweet mess that you’ll make when you come. Your hand goes down so your finger plays with your clit while he moves his fingers in your cunt.

He moves them perfectly, it’d make you think that he’s done this before many many times. Last night was the first time you’ve been together, which is crazy to think about considering he’s treating your body so well. “Kento, it’s so good-”

The sound of your phone ringing almost kills the mood. Kento doesn’t stop as you pull it out of your purse. You don’t want him to stop even though you have to pick up the phone. “I have to- Pick up the phone.”

“Can’t you do it with my fingers inside of you?” He asks with a taunting tone. You roll your eyes and end up picking the phone.

“Hey… Heavyn?” You ask, unsure of her name. You just know she managed to get your number and offered you to be on the cover of Forbes. She’s some sort of assistant, your guess would be for the editor-in-chief. “Hmm… Is that so? I guess you can stay in contact with my secretary so you two can work out the next date then.”

It takes much effort from you to put on a normal voice while Kento curls his fingers. “Yeah, yeah, I don’t care.”

“They canceled next week’s shoot.” You inform him as you hang up. You feel your orgasm build up as he continues uninterrupted.

“Hmm… Why?” He asks, yet you stay quiet because you only want to do one thing and it’s finish, which you can’t do while you talk about your problems. Your hips buck and once again your moans begin to fill up the car.

“Oh shit- I’m gonna-” You say as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Your legs spasm and you shut your eyes as you come all over his fingers. You certainly don’t make the mess he was expecting, but when he takes his fingers out they’re covered in your juices. He brings them up to his lips and licks them clean.

“Why did they cancel?” Kento repeats his question when he takes his fingers out of his mouth.

“Something about- Finding someone else.” You regulate your breath. “Something dumb. They thought I’d fit better for another cover. They just don’t want to tell me they found someone else. I don’t care.”

“Why did they reach out to you in the first place? Not that you’re not special or super important but–”

“I’ve been in the magazine before. A couple times so…” You answer. “I don’t really care. But I don’t have an excuse to be here anymore so I guess our trip will be cut a couple of days short.”

“Oh… How short?” He can’t help but question. Once the trip is over, whatever you two have going on will be over too.

“We’ll be leaving in two days.” You answer, which isn’t too bad. It still sucks that the trip is cut short. “You know something, Kento…”

You begin and he hums in response. He doesn’t know what to expect from you. Before you can answer he warns you, “We’re almost at the hotel, put your pants back on.”

“Oh yeah…” You chuckle, completely forgetting that you have a destination. “What we have going on doesn’t have to end when we’re back home.”

“What…?” Kento asks, completely caught off guard.

“Don’t you think that the past day has been nice?” You question, and he hums in response. “So why don’t we do it a couple more times? Until we get bored of each other.”

“Yeah… I guess we can keep doing it.” He responds, unsure of how else to respond. He definitely knows that he wants to keep fucking you. “Does it go against any company rules?”

“Does it matter? I’m the boss.” You laugh. “We have nothing to worry about.”

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Hiiii love your writing!!!

Can you write something about reader getting hurt while she’s visiting his parents (broken arm or something not too terrible) and joes mum calls hin to tell them they are T the hospital?

Fluffy joe a little angst maybe

Hurt | Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: you get hurt, and went to Joe mom for help. She called Joe and tell him to meet them at the hospital.

Word count: 633

Warning: worried Joe , but cute moment.

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You were at Joe’s parents house after having a small accident at home. Joe wasn’t there because he was practicing for his next game in a few days. You notice his mom was home so you start knocking on the door.

You hold your arm in pain hoping Robin answers the door. Soon the door opened. “Hello Y/n!! What a surprise!” She looked up and saw you holding your arm.

Worried, in her eyes showed up, “Oh my god dear what happened?? Why didn't you go to a hospital?? Or tell Joe.” She lightly sighs, “Joe busy for the next game and I didn’t know what to do so I came here.”

She closes the front door and grabs your good arm. “No more waiting. You and I are going to the hospital. Your arm looks really bad.” She helped you get in the car and after she got in heading to the hospital.

“You can't let me get this worry dear, last time I was like this when Joe got injured in his first year.” She shakes her head and keeps driving.

You looked down and felt bad. You never meant Robin to worry like that again. You just didn’t want to worry about Joe freaking out. But you know soon you gonna have to worry about that.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry about me ma’am, I just didn’t think. I’m sorry.” You said softly. She looks at you for a second then back at the road “honey don’t be sorry, I’m sure it was the pain got to you.”

She turns in the parking lot and helps you out. “Now Y/n let go see how bad that arm is then I will call my son.” You knew she would call Joe soon.

As the doctor was checking on you, Robin called Joe. He just finished and was heading home. His phone goes off and he answered.

“Hey mom, didn’t expect you to call me at this time.” He said with a smile. “Joe.. I’m at the hospital with Y/n, I don’t know what happened but her arm was really bad. You should come here.”

Joe's heart dropped to his stomach but he agreed and said he would be there soon.

You got to a room and Robin was there holding your hand, you knew Joe was on his way and you don’t know how he was going to act.

Few minutes later the door opened and it was Joe. You look over at him. “Joe..” you said lightly. “Y/n why didn’t you call me.” He came to the side of the bed. “Found out that you were hurt by my mom, you should have called me.

You look down. “We've been together for 3 years and still when something happens I’m the last person who knows.” He sits on the bed.

He rubs his fingers in his hair. “What even happened?” You look up at him. “I was saving something and slipped and fell and landed on the floor weirdly. I freaked out and went right to your mom's home.”

You look down again, “I didn’t think, I’m sorry you had to know about this by her. But I got scared.” Joe's mood changed and he touched your hand. He didn’t mean to be a little upset. He just wishes he was the first one.

“I’m sorry, I’m not mad. I was scared too. How is your arm?” You look at your broken arm. “It's broken. I won’t be climbing for a while now.” You joked. Joe laughs at and pulls you to him.

He leans down and kisses your head. That made you smile. “I promise I won’t let you be the last person to know about anything. He smiled and kissed your lips.

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Im sorry I haven’t made any AU in a while but I got in the mood and check my request list. And I had a idea the moment I read it!!

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farity · 7 months

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Obsession, part 14

"What is happening?"

Helaena watched Aemond grab his guns with one hand while texting with the other.

"Bolton went to her office. She was picking up her stuff."

Aegon walked behind his brother, a sniper rifle strapped to his back. "Looks like I might get to use this baby today."

"I'm getting mom," Helaena said, putting down her yogurt and racing up the stairs.

* * * * *

"I fucking knew it. I knew I should have gone with her. I should have fucking-"

"Stop it!" Aegon snapped. "You can't be with her 24/7, plus she wouldn't put up with it."

Aemond turned to his brother, eye sharp with fury. "You're an expert on my wife now?"

"Fuck off, twat."

"Tell me, what's she doing right now, is she terrified for her life and wondering if she can trust me when I say I can keep her safe?"

Aegon groaned. "You're insufferable. You can't control the world, Aemond!"

Aemond muttered something under his breath that sounded to Aegon like I fucking should, but stayed silent as he drove to his wife's former place of work.

Beside him, Aegon tried his best to appear confident, but he knew that if anything happened to his sister-in-law, Aemond might not recover. He might not survive it with his sanity intact.

Whatever's left of his fucking sanity, fucking control freak.

And Helaena. She would go back to being a timid little shit who spent hours on her spreadsheets and lists and drawing bugs or whatever shit she did instead of starting to blossom as she had lately.

He stopped himself from thinking about how he would react if anything happened to Aemond's wife. As much as he loved Helaena, he didn't understand half the shit that came out of her mouth, but his sister-in-law, he'd had a couple of good conversations with her. She saw through his bullshit and was still nice to him. Probably how Aemond had fallen for her. Because fallen for her, he had. Fucking moron probably didn't even realize it.

It is I who studies history and philosophy, he mimicked Aemond in his mind. Yeah yeah so fucking smart, can't even tell when he's in love. Fucking twat.

If he got his hands on that fucking Bolton bastard, he'd gladly hold him down while Aemond flayed him alive.

* * * * *

"Aemond Targaryen. It's been a while. I'm here with your charming wife."

"I want to speak with her," Aemond said, parked outside the office building.

Ramsay laughed. "Oh no, you don't get to call the shots, boy-o, let me tell you what's going to happen."

"Don't do it, Aemond!"

Aemond's heart nearly stopped when he heard a gun go off after his wife's scream, but then he heard her cry out, "stop shooting her, she's already dead!"

"Next one goes in your gut, pretty girl," Ramsay said. "You are very pretty," he said.

When there was a sound of disgust from his wife, Aemond had to smile. She wasn't cowering. She wasn't pleading for her life. She might be terrified, he admitted, but she hadn't frozen in fear.

"You're going to annul this marriage and marry one of the Baratheon girls."

Aemond laughed out loud, rage going all the way to his fingertips.

"And I'm going to take your wife with me to make sure you do what I say. Because if you don't, she and I are going to have some fun."

He listened helplessly as there was a small struggle, then he heard her screaming again. "Don't you fucking agree, Aemond!"

"I'm coming out with her now. We're going to get in my car and you're not going to try anything or she gets a new hole in her head."

Aemond had parked in direct view of the main doors, but a couple of rows away, by one of the many trees in the parking lot. He had enough cover and the perfect angle, but when he saw the door open he still felt his heart sink.

Bolton had one arm wrapped around her, crouching a little so his head was next to hers, and as Aemond checked his watch, he saw the numbers slowly crawling up.

Good.

He was using her as a human shield, hiding himself against her as much as possible, and he heard Aegon's softly whispered, "fuck".

He crouched down, taking in as many details as he could. Bolton had his gun against her temple. She had a red mark on her cheek, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She wasn't making it easy, dragging her bare feet and throwing her weight around.

That's my girl, he thought to himself. She had to know that Bolton wanted her alive and healthy if he was going to use her as a bargaining chip.

But then Bolton slapped her, and Aemond felt his vision go red with rage.

"Steady," Aegon whispered in his ear.

Fuck steady, Aemond thought, and ran towards his wife.

* * * * *

You saw him then, coming out from behind a tree, and your heart sank. Ramsay Bolton straightened up and began to turn, to aim his gun at Aemond, and you shoved against him with all your might, your feet stinging from the gravel as you pushed. The bullet went high and then you were falling, Bolton's weight bringing you down, your sight blurry as you hit the ground.

There were two more shots, Bolton twitching with each one as you began to crawl away. There was something on your face and when you wiped a hand across your eyes, it came out covered in red.

You felt strong hands lift you off the ground and turn you around, and then you were staring at Aemond, who was turning your head this and that way, squeezing gently down your arms, then sides and hips to ascertain that you were okay.

A car pulled up and you tensed, your fingers digging into Aemond's sweater.

"It's Helaena," he sighed. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I know he hit you."

"I'm fine," you managed, before Helaena crashed into you and wrapped you up in a massive hug.

"Hel, what have I said about following me?"

Helaena didn't respond, simply kept her arms around you and you felt tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"You're going to step on him," Aemond warned, and Helaena turned around, looked down at Ramsay Bolton, and kicked him twice. "Clean up," he said, tapping his earpiece. "Let's go home. Where's Aegon?"

"I got the kill shot, baby!"

You turned to see Aegon strutting over, silver hair sparkling in the sunlight.

"I got the kill shot," Aemond corrected.

Three men, including the two that Aemond had sent with you, came around. "We got all of his men, boss," one of them said before Aemond nodded and placed an arm around you to guide you to his car. "We'll clean up. Cops won't be here for another ten."

You stumbled, the pain in your feet sharper now that the danger was over, and when you turned one over to look, there were little cuts and scrapes all over the sole.

"Come on," Aemond said, lifting you in his arms.

"I can walk, Aemond!" you protested.

He ignored you and kept walking to his car. "I know, I've seen you do it."

* * * * *

He'd called ahead to the housekeeper to have the fireplace on and some hot tea. She'd started to shiver on the drive home and gone very silent, and when he tried to remember back to a time when violence and guns had frightened him, he realized he couldn't.

Carrying her into their home, he noticed her hands and feet felt like ice, and took her all the way to their bathroom, took her into the shower himself, let the hot water warm her.

If anything, she started shaking harder, and he ended up sitting on the shower floor with her, letting the heat of the water slowly seep in. He began taking off her clothes and she let him, raising her arms when he took off her sweater. There was blood on most of her clothes, on her skin, and he held her close while he soaped up the washcloth and scrubbed the red spots on her hands and face. He was careful when he went over the two marks Ramsay Bolton had left on her cheeks, felt his face alight with anger when he saw the scratch near her eye, probably from the ring Bolton liked to wear. The ring he had reportedly taken from his father after murdering him.

He slipped off the leggings and underwear, slowly took off her bra, and held her with the water beating down on the back of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his skin.

"I'm sorry," he said, over and over. How many times had he said it. How many more times would he have to say it.

"I was so scared," she finally said.

He brushed her hair off her face, "I know, I'm-"

"When I saw you burst out from behind that tree I thought he was going to shoot you."

He blinked. "You were scared for me?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and then he started to aim and I had to stop him bec-"

He pulled her against him, his mouth crushing hers, the thought that she could have possibly been frightened on his behalf one he had never considered.

There was a gentle cough at the door frame. "The tea is ready, sir."

* * * * *

"Thank you for everything," Aemond said, his gaze still on his wife.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

He looked up at the older lady and shook his head. "No, thank you, we've got it."

"We are all very glad you are safe, ma'am," she added before leaving.

"Thank you," his wife called out. "Aemond, I can barely move."

He brought the cup to her lips. "You don't need to move, you just need to let me take care of you." She sipped at the sweet, floral scented tea, closing her eyes at the delicate taste.

He'd wrapped her up in a fluffy towel, then in his own heavy robe, since hers was lighter and shorter. While she sipped at her tea and protested that she could do things by herself, he tended to her feet. There were a few scratches and a couple of cuts, but nothing worse, and he thanked every single of the Seven for the fact that she was almost unscathed.

"Do you want to go to the main house for dinner? I know everyone wants to see that you're ok, but if you would rather stay here, I will let them know." The fireplace had warmed her up, the bloom coming back to her cheeks.

She held the tea cup in her hands for a moment. "I think I'd rather go see everyone, if that's okay." When he nodded, she pulled him down to her and placed the cup aside. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He couldn't look at her just then, knowing that he was taking care of her only because she'd been in danger because of him, because of House and family bullshit. He nodded again and made to pull away but she held on.

"Aemond."

"Hmm."

She shrugged off the robe and he couldn't help but look. The towel had become loose around her and as she moved, it fell to her waist. "I want you to make me forget."

He didn't move, eye on her breasts.

"Please."

He looked up then, reached up to cup her face, tamping down on the anger that resurfaced when he saw the marks Bolton had left on her. She didn't need his anger right now. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, brushed his lips gently over the bruises and drew her down to the nest of blankets he'd placed her on.

When she sighed, he kissed her neck, the hollow beneath her throat, back up to her shoulder. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "So precious to me."

When he closed his lips around one nipple she arched against him, her fingertips going up and down his arms as he settled his weight between her thighs. He let go of her breast, going back up to kiss her lips. "So brave. So very, very brave."

He shoved down the sweatpants he'd put on after their shower, kicked them off and reached down to guide himself. When he started entering her, she sighed, and he kissed her again. "I would burn down the world for you," he murmured, and filled her completely.

He pulled back slowly, drawing a soft moan from her, and pushed back, feeling the feather light fluttering of her around him. She wrapped her legs around him, her mouth reaching up to his, and he let her take him, let her tongue push in and explore, let her hands tighten on his hair as her hips rocked.

She let her head fall back when she came, the heat of her pulling him along as he let her take him into the darkness.

* * * * *

"He killed her so easily," you said, "she was nothing, just something he used to get to me."

"Did she have family?" Aemond asked.

"An ex-husband she was still in love with. We should let him know."

He nodded, holding you closer. "We will let him know." He kissed your temple, nuzzled your cheek. "How are you, really?" he finally asked.

"How did the guard know the cops were still minutes away?"

Aemond took a deep breath, and looked at you.

"Do you own the local police?"

He smirked. "I wouldn't say we own it."

"Aemond."

"We have a lot of influence over major institutions throughout Westeros."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You own the local police."

"I didn't say that."

"Look, I just need to know. If I'd met Ramsay Bolton out and about somewhere I would have had no idea who he was. I can't live like that, not knowing who is after us."

Aemond nodded. "Fine. We should all talk about what's going on, anyway. I'm sure Helaena has made a spreadsheet about it."

"Come on," you said, standing up from the sofa. "Let's go to dinner."

* * * * *

He watched her while she slept. She was curled up on her side, facing him, her breathing steady.

She was alive, and she was whole and healthy.

He kept reminding himself of that, while the guilt of being the source of the danger she'd been in to begin with wouldn't let him sleep. The knowledge that she'd chosen him, again and again, despite knowing what he was, what his family was, overwhelmed him.

When she'd mentioned having self-defense classes he'd instinctively balked at the idea, but she hadn't backed down and he figured he could get her the best instructors, instead of having her go to some random idiot who could get her injured.

She sighed in her sleep and reached out for him. He felt her small hand on his arm, placed his hand on top of hers. He wasn't worthy of her. Wasn't worthy of her love, that was certain. He didn't know why she wanted him, why she loved him, but it sure as hell wasn't working out in her favor. She'd lost everything she owned, she'd been attacked by a psychopath, she'd become a public figure, which she'd never sought before.

When he looked back at her, he realized she was looking at him. "I can hear the self-hatred from here," she said, and then rose on her elbow. "Come here."

He laid down next to her, and she pulled him over so that his head rested on her shoulder.

I should be comforting her, he thought, but as she stroked his hair, he closed his eye and let her soothe him. He felt the first tendrils of sleep drift over him and for once, didn't fight against it.

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omnidemidisaster · 2 years

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Imagines

REEEEEEQUEST. Slighr angst but its just fluff mostly

"If the Mandela Boys found you injured"

"Cesar Toress"

So background

You accidentally broke your arm while doing ( Insert physical activity ) and have to wear a cast

Obviously, Cesar noticed and asked whats up

You explained everything and he felt so fucking bad

He treats you like your about to die

I mean in his eyes you are fragile so-

Hes sooo much more gentle. Like 20% more gentle

And thats saying something knowing how gentle and soft he is

Will, not can, WILL help with carrying things

Like he would rather pain his back then make you suffer even more

If you complain about the cast, he will always be there to remember you that its only temporary

Hes like a mom...like his mom-

He just needs to make sure your okay

Cesar will make the living area more suited for you and your arm

If your dominate arm is broken, expect Cesar to become your dominate arm

Even if your left handed

Once its time for the cast to come off, he insists on coming with you

Hes there to make sure your not uncomfortable and that you can rely on him to comfort you

After wards, Cesar will take you and him out for ice cream as a mini reward for getting through these times

"Mark Heathcliff"

Background

You and Mark were cleaning his place. You were in his upstairs attic. You were stepping backwards to get away from something when you

WHOOP

You fell through the entry hole and fell hard on the ground

Yea Mark put everything down to come get you

You didn't get super injured, just your head and back hurt like shit

He immediately started to panic and thought you needed serious medical care

In reality, you really didnt. The fall wasn't that serious and really it was only a few feet above the ground

Not saying it didn't hurt, but it wasn't dire

But Mr Heathcliff doesn't care because he also thinks your dying and your ribs broke to make a horrible xylophone

He instantly lays you on his bed, sobbing out of pure panic

You tried to calm him down by saying your actually okay and that you aren't seriously injured

Hes still not convinced

"I can't just go back to cleaning because you said your okay! Are you crazy?!"

Doesn't matter what you say, your not cleaning anymore

He will do everything while you lay down in his bed and watch shows

Deadass. Gave you the remove and said "Watch whatever you want. I'll finish out work"

Honestly hes like Cesar but a lil more s p i c e

He ended up joining you after he was done with cleaning and cuddled you

"Adam Murray"

You and Adam were both trying to look for something in the trunk of the car

That was when you hand unknowingly grabbed a pocket knife that someone forgot to cover

So basically you cut your hand

You yelped in pain and shock, confusing and scaring Adam

He took one look at you grasping your hand and knew instantly something happened

He made you open your hand and he just saw blood

Adam instantly freaked out and went to grab his water bottle and hand sanitizer

He made sure your hand was thoroughly cleaned. Like really clean.

After that he put a little bit of hand sanitizer on the cut. Yes it stings but its helpful

He tries to distract you from the pain by talking to you

"Just listen to my voice, baby. Okay? Just listen to me and don't pay any attention to anything else besides me and my voice"

Once your all clean and taken care of, he tries to find the knife

Don't worry, hes being careful

He ends up finding it, finding blood dripping on the side

He cleaned it off and puts it away correctly

He kisses your cheek once its all been done

Hes super apologetic and he tries to make it up to you

Mhmmph...A is for apologetic adam...

"Jonah Marshall"

Background time abbeyyy

You and Jonah were doing a mission in a home

You were on the ground setting up a camera when Jonahs arm moved a vase and it crashed on your head, causing it to shatter

He instantly swooped in to make sure your okay

He checks your scalp, your skin, face, whatever could of been hurt

If any glass did cut your skin, he will instantly pick you up and take you to the bathroom to clean you up

He cleans up the glass after he takes care of you

Jonahs motto is take care of important things first yknow

He is much more careful when working

He doesn't exhile you to a bed or something

It is your choice whether or not to continue working or not

If so, cool more help

If no, that's also cool

If he really needs help, he'll call up Adam

He just makes sure that your not in dire need of a hospital

But if you do need a hospital trip, like let's just say glass fell in your eye or somthin

That mf stops whatever he's doing and drives to a nearest hospital

Yes he's putting himself at risk to be caught, but he disguises himself best he can cause he's going in with you

Emotional support an all that

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: We're entering the FOI timeline now.

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Prologue . . . Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

It was now officially springtime, and things were going great for her. It feels like she's even closer to Eddie, and hopefully, he's getting the message that she would never hurt him like almost everyone in this town does, including his dad. Chrissy was now officially handling both cheerleading and softball again. She doesn't mind the stares whenever she changes out of her uniforms. She's gotten used to the scars on her body. . .well, somewhat. They still are a little jarring. Chrissy had just pulled on her clothes after cheerleading practice when Heather walked up to her. Oh, she thought she had been alone in the locker room.

"Chrissy?" Heather asked.

"Hey, Heather," Chrissy said.

"I know we haven't talked a lot lately. I know we've both been a little busy," Heather said. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Chrissy grinned. "Really good."

"That's - That's good," Heather said.

"You look like you want to say something," Chrissy said.

"I just - I know you've been hanging out with Eddie Munson lately," Heather said and paused. "I didn't want to say anything because of the whole Jason Carver incident, but I hope you're being careful. I know how this sounds with me being your ex and all, but I'm also your friend."

"I am, Eddie's a really great guy. He's not really ready for a relationship right now, but to be honest, I don't think I am either," Chrissy said. "I like how it is now, though. We're friends, and he makes me feel better whenever I have a bad day. I like the way he smiles and the way he hides behind his hair. He's a really good friend."

"Well, I'm glad, and I suppose I shouldn't listen to the rumors about him. Like he's a Satanist, or that he sacrifices people on an alter of fire, or that he believes in aliens," Heather said.

"Oh, no, that last part is true. He's had several rants about it. He thinks it's arrogant to believe that we're alone in the universe. Although, even though he believes in them he's said on many occasions that he would still freak the fuck out if he ever met one," Chrissy said.

"He's kind of weird," Heather said.

"I know," Chrissy grinned. "That's what I like about him."

"I guess if you're happy, then I guess I have nothing to worry about. . .but if he does hurt you, then I'm going to reign hellfire down upon him," Heather said. "Get it?"

"Heather!" Chrissy laughed.

Chrissy left Heather and went to meet Eddie at the classroom where he was holding Hellfire today. Eddie was talking with Gareth in the hallway when she came upon them. Gareth looked pretty upset, more so than usual. Chrissy didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it just sort of happened. Apparently, Gareth was upset that his character got killed, and he thought that meant he was out of Hellfire. Eddie was in the middle of reassuring him. Chrissy smiled as Gareth looked at him, hopefully.

"You're sure, right?" Gareth asked. "I can come back."

"As long as you wanna be in Hellfire, you can be in Hellfire," Eddie said.

Eddie grinned as Gareth scurried off towards the school's entrance.

"Wow, and I left my kleenex at home," Ronnie said, and Eddie shoulder checked her. "Careful, Stan would kill me if I dropped this thing."

Ronnie kept Stan's trapper keeper full of D&D stuff at her place since his mom believed that Hellfire was nothing more than satanic crap hellbent on brainwashing her son. So, he has to lie and hide the things that make him happy.

"I think it's sweet," Chrissy said.

"You think everything that Eddie does is sweet. You're so blinded, Henderson," Ronnie laughed as she batted her eyelashes at her.

"Fuck off," Chrissy laughed. "He gets really obnoxious when he's right about something."

"That's true. No one likes that," Ronnie giggled.

"Oh, God, I thought my room was messy, but Eddie's room is off the charts, and he pretty much treats his van like a trash can," Chrissy said.

"I keep telling him it doesn't have to be perfect, but at least clean it up a little. My God, man," Ronnie said.

"And there's this thing he does with his eye lids - ," Chrissy said.

"Freaks me out!" Ronnie exclaimed.

"And when he eats - "

"Okay! Eddie doesn't like this!" He yelled.

He glared at the both of them as they laughed at him.

"Can I get a ride?" Ronnie asked.

"This is the last time," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Even if you just listed my greatest failures."

"Oh, we haven't even gotten to the worst parts, Munson," Ronnie said. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yeah, definitely," Chrissy said.

"As the owner of the vehicle, shouldn't it be me who asks her?" Eddie asked. "Chrissy, are you riding with us this evening?"

"Yes," Chrissy giggled.

"I don't know why I'm letting either of you ride with me considering you insulted me," Eddie sniffed in mock offense.

"Don't worry, Eddie, despite all your faults, I think that you're very pretty," Chrissy laughed.

"Really?" Eddie smirked and Chrissy nodded.

"I, however, do not. You're about as ugly as the cat that wanders around Forest Hills," Ronnie said.

"I keep telling you it's a opossum, Ecker! Get your eyes checked!" Eddie exclaimed. "Chrissy, are you coming tonight? We couldn't play last night, but we're definitely playing tonight."

"I never miss a show. . .except that one time, but it was Dustin's fault," Chrissy said and paused, looking at Ronnie. "Technically, aren't you calling yourself ugly when you call him ugly?"

"Ugh, we do not look that much a like," Ronnie rolled her eyes.

"When you were younger, you managed to cover for him on a test when you pretended to be him, and it worked," Chrissy narrowed her eyes at her as they climbed into the van.

"Okay, by that logic, you should think that I'm pretty too," Ronnie said rolling her eyes.

"I do!" Chrissy grinned. "I just wouldn't date you for several reasons, and mostly because someone I know thinks you're pretty too. . . Have I not mentioned that I like men and women?"

"No!" Eddie and Ronnie exclaimed.

"Oh, well, I do," Chrissy shrugged.

"Thanks for telling us," Eddie said softly.

"I trust you guys," Chrissy said.

"Wait. . .who thinks I'm pretty?" Ronnie asked.

"It's not my place to say," Chrissy replied. "Let's go. It's my turn to make dinner tonight. Do either one of you want to join us?"

"Nah, Granny would be livid if I didn't warn her days in advance," Ronnie said. "But I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind."

"Stop accepting invitations on my behalf, Ecker," Eddie sighed. "Unfortunately, as much as I would love to, I need to get to the Hideout early if I want to win Bev's favor."

"Oh, well, my mom's been dying to meet you," Chrissy said. "Maybe you can come over some other time."

"Uh, isn't that a little soon?" Eddie asked nervously.

"You're not her boyfriend, which is ridiculous because you two are practically dat - " Ronnie started to say.

"ANYWAY, your mom does know who I am, right?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I told her all about you. I also told my cat about you," Chrissy said.

"You told your cat about me?" Eddie asked.

"I talk to my cat about you every night," Chrissy said.

"Okay, can we move on from this conversation? I'm totally picturing something else, and it isn't a pretty picture," Ronnie said as she put her feet up on Eddie's dashboard.

"Seriously?" Eddie asked.

"What? I don't want to put my feet on Stan's thingie," Ronnie said. "It's not my fault your van is so small."

"My van isn't the problem. It's your freakish legs of yours," Eddie replied.

"Let me tell you a secret about these freakish legs of mine," Ronnie said as she kept her feet exactly where she out them. "In four months? They are going to be walking into their new apartment in New. York. City."

Eddie nearly slammed on the brakes.

"No."

"Yep."

"You got the scholarship?"

"NYU class of '88, baby. Full ride," Ronnie said.

This time, Eddie slammed on the brakes and fishtailed the vehicle off to the side of the ride. Chrissy grinned as she sat back and let the two best friends have their moment.

"You know, I'm happy for you, right?" Eddie asked.

"I know," Ronnie said.

"I'm happy for you, too!" Chrissy blurted out. "Sorry, couldn't keep it in."

Eddie and Ronnie laughed just as a tapping sound came on the window. Officer Moore was looking into Eddie's window. He rolled it down with a sigh.

"Again?" Ronnie asked. "I thought we were done with that guy."

"Always," Eddie muttered. "Officer Moore, how can I help you on this fine spring afternoon?"

"I thought that was you, Munson," Moore said. "How many times do we have to have this conversation?"

"That's a question that you'll have to ask yourself, Officer. You're the one always filling up my dance card."

"That was some erratic driving - ," Moore said.

"He was avoiding a bird, sir," Chrissy said brightly as she popped her head in between the seats. "He flew right in front of his window."

"Miss Henderson, I didn't see you," Moore frowned.

"I'm guessing Officer Powell isn't driving with you today," Chrissy said.

"He's out sick," Moore frowned.

"Well, since Eddie doesn't have any priors, I think you can let him off with a warning, especially considering all of the illegal stops you made because of the vendetta you have against his father. I certainly would hate to tell Hopper that you're out for revenge against a young man who did nothing to hurt you," Chrissy said.

"Drive safely, and have a nice day," Moore frowned as he walked off.

"I thought I was the one who wanted to be a lawyer," Ronnie said. "You'd make a good one."

"I don't about being a lawyer, but I thought about being a social worker or a guidance counselor who's also a cheerleading coach," Chrissy said.

"You'd be good at those," Eddie replied and Ronnie nodded in agreement.

After dropping Ronnie off, Eddie drove Chrissy home. He pulled in front of her place and parked it for a moment.

"Are the others coming?" Eddie asked.

"Steve is dropping me off, but then he's going on a date with Nancy. They missed their last date night because Nancy got sick. Jonathan is expecting a phone call, and Robin is recovering from the same sickness Nancy got. She's currently in bed and cursing Nancy's name," Chrissy said.

"So, just you," Eddie smiled.

"Just me," she replied, smiling back at him.

"You don't have to keep saving me, you know," Eddie said.

"I know, I want to," Chrissy said. "You're not alone in this world, Eddie. I just want to make sure you know that."

"I know," Eddie said softly, and Chrissy kissed his cheek.

"See you tonight," Chrissy said.

"Looking forward to it," Eddie said.

Chrissy practically rushed through dinner, eager as always to see Eddie play. As per usual, Dustin pouted about not being able to go. She quickly said goodbye to her mother and brother before running out to Steve’s car. They were already late.

"Hey, you look nice tonight," Steve grinned as she got into the back seat.

"I'm going to tell him after the show," Chrissy said, beaming.

"Finally!" Steve exclaimed.

"What made you change your mind? I thought you were going to wait?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know, it just clicked while I was cooking," Chrissy said. "I didn't want to wait anymore."

"I hope it goes well," Nancy said.

"Me too," Chrissy grinned.

She said goodbye to them and quickly jumped out of the car, scurring inside and ignoring the dark clouds overhead. Chrissy cursed when she realized that Corroded Coffin was already playing. She really was late. Suddenly, she realized that this wasn't a cover song. This was "Fire Shroud," their original song. It was the song that Eddie said wasn't ready yet whenever she asked. He hadn't noticed that she had even come in yet. No, he was fully focused on the only other person at the bar. It was a young woman, not much older than they are, and she was really pretty too. Her hair was wildly curly, and Chrissy could barely make out the smattering of freckles on her face as she looked at Eddie. Eddie was looking back at her, enjoying the way her boot clad ankles tapped along to the music. Nothing could break their gaze, Eddie was euphoric at the sight of the other woman, and it felt like someone had punched Chrissy in the stomach. Chrissy plopped down in the darkened corner of the bar, closet to the door she just walked into. She watched as Bev eventually pulled the plug.

Eddie and his band started to clean up when she watched Ronnie grab his arm. She was pleading with Eddie, and she watched her mouth Chrissy's name to Eddie. Chrissy felt another blow to her stomach as Eddie laughed Ronnie off and shook his head at her. Once they put their instruments away, Chrissy watched as Eddie started talking to the girl at the bar. The way he talked to her and leaned closer to her. . .yeah, he was definitely interested in her. He had played the song for her, the same song he never would have played for Chrissy. She had read this all wrong. Eddie didn't like her. He was just being nice. She wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at them, but finally, she couldn't torture herself anymore. Chrissy walked out of the bar, leaning against the brick wall to wait for Steve. Her leg was shaking. God, she was so stupid. It took her a minute to realize that she was crying. The sound of thunder startled her.

"Come on, are you serious? Not now! That would be so fucking cliche!" Chrissy yelled.

Of course, the weather didn't listen to her. The rain came down in buckets, immediately soaking her. Chrissy let out a frustrated yell as more thunder and lightning followed. She was determined not to go back in even though she knew that standing out here was going to make her sick, but she didn't want to go back in there and face Eddie. She stood in the pouring rain and waited. She waited until the rain finally stopped, and Steve's car finally pulled up. She shivered, her entire body soaking wet as she slid in the back seats of his car.

"Sorry about your seats," Chrissy muttered.

"Jeeze, you could have waited inside," Steve said.

"Didn't want to," she replied.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked.

"I'm fine," Chrissy's bottom lip trembled. "Can we just go, please?"

"It didn't go well?" Steve asked softly.

Chrissy burst into tears again. Nancy quickly climbed into the back seat and wrapped her arms around her.

"Drive, Steve," Nancy said.

Steve drove off, and Chrissy sobbed into her shoulder. With her arm still around Chrissy, they walked into her house.

"Oh, honey, what happened?!" Claudia asked.

"I just got caught in the rain is all," Chrissy said. "I'm fine."

"Oh, let's get you out of those wet clothes," Claudia cooed.

"Do you mind if I spend the night, Mrs. Henderson?" Nancy asked.

"If it's alright with your mom, honey. It's more than okay with me," Claudia said and took her daughter to her room.

Chrissy let her mother take care of her and then bundled herself up in her blankets. Claudia left with promises of hot chocolate. Nancy was in the other room, and Steve left after kissing her goodnight while also saying goodbye to the Hendersons. He jokingly offered to beat Eddie up for her, but Chrissy knew that even he knew she would never want that. She stared at the picture on her dresser for a moment before getting up off the bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Now, whenever she looked at it, she thought of Eddie locking eyes with that woman. Furious, Chrissy picked up the picture and put it in her bottom drawer before plopping down on the bed. Nancy came back in and laid down beside her.

"Called my mom," Nancy said. "She said it was okay. Did you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know," Chrissy said softly before launching into telling Nancy everything that happened.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, but I hope whoever this girl is, that she's just an obstacle. We've all seen the way he looks at you, and I really hope that girl is nothing more than a case of Eddie being starstruck at the prospect of having another fan of his music," Nancy said. "It would be crazy to be anything else."

"Fire Shroud, Nance, he played Fire Shroud for her," Chrissy said with a groan. "It's just dumb. It's just a dumb crush on a boy. . .except that Eddie Munson isn't just some boy. Gah!"

"I don't think this is just a crush, Chrissy. I think you're in love with him," Nancy said.

"No! Nope! Absolutely not," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'll get over it if I have to. I can't be mad over Eddie, not returning my feelings. I can't force him to like me. He does seem like he wants to be my friend, so I can deal with having him be a part of my life even if it's not in the way that I want."

"Chrissy. . ." Nancy started to say.

Nancy was interrupted by Claudia coming in the mugs of hot chocolate. They both smiled gratefully at her. Chrissy got up and hugged her mother.

"Thanks, mommy," Chrissy said.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. You have your girl talk, and I'll handle Dustin. He's being very nosy," Claudia said.

"What else is new?" Chrissy asked, and Claudia laughed as she left. "Alright, enough about Eddie. Tell me all about your date with Steve."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed, sipping her hot chocolate.

"I'm a big girl, Nance. It's going to suck for a while, but I can handle it," Chrissy said. "Especially if I have my wonderful best friends to help me through it. Now, tell me about Steve."

Nancy smiled as she told her all about the date. Chrissy's smile grew as they chatted about Steve and drank their hot chocolate. Nancy's joy was infectious, and for a moment, Chrissy forgot about her problem. She fell asleep that night, curled up against Nancy, determined to face the next day as head strong as her friend. Unfortunately, the next morning, she woke up as sick as a dog. Claudia ended up having to practically push Nancy out of the door the next morning when Steve showed up. Claudia called into work and stayed with Chrissy, nursing her back to health. When Eddie called around lunchtime to check on her, Chrissy couldn't help but let hope fill her heart. Until the words came out of his mouth, she wasn't going to give up on him. When Friday rolled around, Chrissy found herself feeling better, and with a skip in her step, she strolled into school. Eddie was waiting for her by her locker. Ronnie was with him, too.

"Hey, Henderson, glad you're feeling better," Eddie said, flashing her his dimples. "School is a lot less brighter without you."

"Thanks, Eddie," Chrissy said.

"I think Ronnie missed you, too," Eddie grinned. "I think she's starting to like you more than she likes me."

"Oh, I definitely like her more than you," Ronnie said.

"Ouch," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed.

"Sorry, I missed your show," Chrissy said.

"Oh, you weren't there?" Eddie asked, and Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him.

"I was sick," she reminded him.

"Oh, right," Eddie said, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking guilty for a moment. "Well, you didn't miss much except for Bev pulling the plug."

"Oh, so nothing happened?" Chrissy asked.

"Why would it?" Eddie scoffed, but he couldn't quite meet her eyes. "You know, I promised Gareth that I would help him with something. I'm glad you're back, Chrissy."

Chrissy watched him walk away and confused about why he lied to her. Suddenly, she felt Ronnie touch her arm.

"You were there. Why didn't you tell Eddie?" Ronnie asked.

"You saw them. You know why," Chrissy said.

"She's just some chick that he met in a bar. She doesn't mean anything to him as much as you do," Ronnie said.

"He played her Fire Shroud," Chrissy said. "To her. . . Why didn't Eddie tell me that?"

"Why didn't you tell him that you were there?" Ronnie asked again.

"I was going to tell him how I felt," Chrissy muttered.

"And then you saw him with her," Ronnie realized. "Look, I love my best friend, but I'm siding with you if he messes this up. He does have feelings for you, but he's being a cowardly little shit and he's running away. I feel for the girl, but he's clearly using her to do that whether he realizes it or not. I don't think he went home with her or did anything with her. It was just one moment in a bar. She drew his attention for one night, but you have it every day since he fell for you on that cold, icey day, and that icicle nearly impaled you."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up here," Chrissy sniffled.

"Well, if he does anything stupid, just know that I'm here for you, too," Ronnie said.

"Thanks, Ronnie," Chrissy said.

Chrissy realized suddenly that the last few months had been all about Eddie. Maybe she needed to pull back a little, give him a chance to miss her. Plus, she really didn't want her entire world to revolve around him. Suddenly, she also realized that during the last few months of getting closer to Eddie, she had neglected her cheerleader and softball friends. Well, that wouldn't do. Chrissy desperately needed to come up for air. She needed to breathe.

Chapter Nine

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Hello! I just wanna say your writing is amazing, and I absolutely adore your tmc stories and writing overall it's so good!!!! I was wondering if I could get a continuation of the Adam x gn reader where they found him alongside Thatcher (maybe they drive him to somewhere safe like an inn/motel and care for him. Whether it be cuddling, reassurance, allowing him to vent. Bcuz they just don't mind him being an alternate. Regardless of what he is they care for him and want the best.) I need my boy to feel okay :(

Aw thanks! I'm surprised ya'll wanted continuations for not just one of my Adam fics, but TWO of them. It makes me happy though!

For this one, I imagine Reader finding out how truly difficult helping Adam is gonna be when he starts acting more like an Alternate, but it's a fight they refuse to give up on.

So enjoy <3

Read the first part/prequel here

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"Well..here we are. I told the lady we're staying several nights, but my credit card should cover it."

Opening the door to the motel room, you pocketed the key before heading inside to check things out, tossing some bags onto the table.

Adam, in the meantime, stood there awkwardly in the hallway. But after you called his name, he snapped out of his trance and entered--

Only to bump his head on the top of the doorframe and wince in pain, rubbing the spot where it hurt as he scowled at nothing specific.

After everything that's happened tonight, he forgot that his painful metamorphosis and splintering of bones made him a few inches taller...not that he considered it a plus in any way, shape, or form.

If the circumstances were different, he'd probably brag about it to everyone.

Fortunately you didn't notice his mishap, as you were making sure there weren't any TVs or mirrors in the room. Not just for your own safety, but also for Adam's sanity, too.

He couldn't stand seeing his reflection in anything; even the van's rearview mirror made him freak out when he accidentally looked at it, screeching uncontrollably and screwing up the radio's signal until you finally figured out what was wrong and covered it up.

That's the first and only time you nearly crashed the van, thank goodness.

The rest of the drive was uneventful until you found this rundown motel somewhere on the outskirts of Werksha County, deciding it's the safest place to lay low until you both figured out what to do next.

Of all things, you never expected one of your closest friends to be an Alternate--not one who recently killed him and stole his identity, but one who didn't even know what he was until this very night.

Apparently, the "Intruder" revealed that he had replaced his real counterpart at only 4 years old, his mom having been dead this entire time...and deciding that now was the time for him to 'awaken".

Though given how he was crying, screaming, and begging for death when you and Thatcher found him, it's obvious he didn't take that news very well and didn't want to be anything like them.

He lived as a human for so long..he was convinced that he is one and refused to accept his reality.

You couldn't bring yourself to hate him for something he had no control over, nor were you going to ever treat him like one of those monsters.

They were heartless and evil...and while Adam himself acted that way for the past several weeks, pushing away everyone who cared about him, you realized he regretted it deeply. Surely Alternates don't feel things like that.

Eventually you'll have to tell Sarah and Evelin the truth, and also find out where BPS goes from here.

But none of that was important right now.

Taking care of him was.

"Alright. Everything looks good...shit, even the beds look pretty decent. I'm surprised."

Blinking, Adam looked to see you plop down onto one of the beds, laying on your back. "You gotta come over here, man. I promise it's comfier than it looks."

After a bit of silence, you heard some shuffling noises and glanced at him as he limped over to the other bed. He sat down and shrugged off your BPS jacket, using it like a blanket before he curled up on the mattress, resting his head on the pillow and tucking his lanky limbs close to his chest.

In a way, he almost acted like a cat...which was kinda cute.

"Yeah I'm pretty tired, too. You need anything, Adam?" You asked.

All you got was a shake of his head in response, his eyes already closed.

'Right..we both need some sleep. I know he definitely does. We'll figure out some game plan in the morning, then..' You took off your shoes, leaving them on the floor before getting under the sheets and turning off the lamp light.

"Well..goodnight."

He mumbled something, but you assumed was also "goodnight" and eventually fell fast asleep..

Until your short-lived dream turned into a nightmare.

You found yourself standing alone in a dark void, hearing the muffled screams of your friend that sounded so close...and yet so far away. But no matter what, you couldn't find him anywhere, even as you ran and called out his name.

If anything, it felt like you were moving even further away.

Then you were halted by a figure descending from the sky--being that same mysterious angel statue you saw back in the van, except its face was covered by a black square. Its movements, however, were quite lively as it spoke to you in the same voice that claimed itself to be your "intuition".

It whispered that you could not save the "Mandela Prophet" from his destiny, even though what he did tonight was unexpected--implying that he was supposed to harm you.

But it vowed that his "disguise" will eventually shed itself..and when it does you won't be safe anymore.

You refused to believe it, instead asking what it wanted from you.

Its response?

"I want you to open your eyes"

Suddenly you woke up, heart pounding a mile a minute as you looked around the dark motel room. It took a moment to realize you were out of that horrible dream.

But then you ceased all movements as you noticed the time on the alarm clock displayed 3:33 AM in red neon....before seeing a skeletal figure sitting on the edge of your bed, uncomfortably close.

It stared down at you with white pupils rolling around in its eyes, its mouth hung open--stretching to biologically impossible proportions as it spoke in whispers you couldn't decipher, despite its mouth not moving at all.

"A-Adam? That you?"

You bravely turned on the lamp light, rubbing your eyes to see that it was indeed your friend watching over you. His mouth was back in its normal place...although you did see it wide open for a split second after light filled the room before he closed it immediately.

It did give you a mini heart attack, forgetting he was capable of something like that, though you tried acting like you never saw it at all.

"S-Sorry..I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized, clearing his throat. "I...couldn't sleep. Fuck, how can I?"

"It's alright. I don't think I can either." Sighing, you sat up and smiled reassuringly at him. "We've been through a lot of shit tonight, and-"

"You need to kill me."

Your smile faded as you stared at him, confused when he shoved one of his pillows against your torso. It had stuffing torn out of it, the case covered in blood and saliva.

"What the--?!" You blinked, looking down in horror. "Adam, is this your bl-?!!"

"I tried it and it didn't fucking work...s-so I need you to do it for me. Please." He begged. "I've tried everything else!!"

'Is he...asking me to smother him..? Was he...actually screaming earlier?' Your heart sunk into your stomach at the realization he tried killing himself while you were sleeping, but you shook your head.

"Adam we're not having this conversation again. I can't do that to you, okay? It's not going to work, and even if it did...I just...I can't. If you think I'm okay with straight-up murdering you-"

"Just do it, [y/n]...I-I don't care how long it takes. I don't want to be your burden anymore. I just...I want this to END!!!" He panicked, growing frustrated that you weren't taking the pillow as he now kneeled in front of you, hands trembling. "I'm one of those sick fucks that took your family away! So get revenge! KILL ME!!!"

"But you're not." Your gaze softened, resting your hands over his own. "You didn't kill them. You're my friend-"

"How can you see THIS as a friend-d-d?!!" He wailed, tearing himself away from you as coarse static began to overlay his voice. "This "friend" hurt so many people...Jonah...a-and Evelin...and it's going to hurt you too if you don't stop me!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING END MY SUFFERING-G-G!!!

You desperately tried to calm him down, afraid that someone in the neighboring rooms would hear all of his screaming and howling.

But he didn't stop.

"Shhh! Adam-! Adam, please just-!!"

"STOP IT!! DON'T CALL ME THAT!!! THAT'S NOT MY NAME!! IT WAS NEVER MY NAME!! I lied to you...I DECIEVED you, and you were too stupid to realize it.."

"...h-huh?" You froze, bewildered as his face suddenly became devoid of all emotion, staring dead at your confused expression.

"You stopped that cop from putting a bullet in my head." Tears began streaming down his bony cheeks, his jaw going slack as he spoke. "You're so selfish. You're a coward. Don't you see how horrible you are..keeping me around?! You think I can be saved?! You're only making me SUFFER, [y/n], and it's all your fault!"

You were shocked at the things he was saying to you, wondering if the last of his humanity had finally slipped away...and this is all that remained now.

"A-Adam, please stop-"

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!" He began to mimic your voice to near-perfection, hearing hysterical laughter coming from him despite his expression not matching it at all.

You could tell from his eyes alone that he wasn't in total control over himself. He wasn't doing this on purpose.

It was those Alternate instincts trying to override him, attempting to submit you to the symptoms of M.A.D.

Begging him to be quiet was no longer working. You had to try something else...something that would catch him off-guard.

And you finally figured it out.

Taking the pillow, you tossed it aside before gently pulling Adam into your arms, once again being careful not to crush any of his fragile bones. Almost immediately his laughter stopped, his whole body seizing up.

Without the jacket you've previously given him, you could feel how extremely skinny he was, his vertebrae almost poking through his flesh. But it didn't stop you from wrapping your arm around his back, petting his hair soothingly with your other hand.

"...what are you doing-g?" He asked, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "Don't touch me! I-I'm...I will....!"

"You'll what?"

"......."

From the way his entire form gradually went slack in your arms, you realized he was (somewhat) back to his old self, and smiled. "See? You're not hurting me now, and you didn't before. I still trust you, Adam."

He didn't do anything for a few long moments, but just when you were about to let him go, he suddenly hugged you back and fully buried his face into your shoulder, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to...! I'm sorry, I'm sorry..!!"

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean any of it." You consoled, allowing him to pull you closer to him. As much as he tried, he could barely crush you..considering he had little strength left. "It's okay, we're both okay."

He just shook his head, still devastated that he tried giving you M.A.D and couldn't stop himself. "Th-This is why I wanted you to leave me..b-before I say stupid shit like that and hurt you...."

"C'mon, you've said a lot of "stupid shit" over the years. It's gonna take more than that to drive me away." As you rubbed his bare back, you could feel him nuzzling into your shirt more, desperate for warmth that his own body no longer provided him.

"I-It's so cold. I'm scared, [y/n]...I'm scared of myself." He choked. "None of this feels...real."

"I know. I...can't even imagine what's been going through your head tonight. But you're still my friend, and nothing's gonna change that. Not even this, alright?"

After a few moments of silence he nodded, sniffling. "I'm sorry for putting all of this on you. But....if you have to kill me-"

"Adam."

"R-Right, right...I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again.."

"....we'll figure out something else, okay? And I'll be here for you. Just like always."

Although Adam didn't verbally respond to that, he let go of you and laid down beside you, indicating he wanted to at least attempt to sleep. You were surprised that he didn't just return to his own bed, but you weren't going to be a dick and kick him off.

So you gave him most of the sheets and blankets, knowing he needed them far more than you did. He only mumbled a small "thank you" before turning his back to you, now tucked under the blanket.

You got under the covers as well, switching off the light again, but you heard him still crying softly into the pillow and groaning in pain, clearly trying to hide it from you.

It hurts that you couldn't take away his pain.

The one thing you could do, however, was comfort him..now knowing he wasn't going to push you away like he did before. So you gently put your arm around him, closing some of the space between you two while not being too constricting.

And while he didn't stop crying right away, he eventually quieted down and fell asleep with one less worry on his mind.

You hoped it wasn't too weird--just something to reassure him that you're gonna be right here when he awakened.

It did the trick.

You weren't going to leave him.

Not anytime soon.

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