#that scene at the end had me freaking out. my chest was hurting watching it commence

[repulsiveliquidation]

Alone || Leah Williamson

warnings : mentions of bullying, death, loneliness, rude namecalling. smut is at the end but i promise there is a happy ending. words in bold are from a poem above, but i can't remember who wrote it!

I like being alone was something that you always convinced yourself of growing up. Dad was always high on some binge drinking spree with his equally deadbeat friends and Mum tried her best to be a parent but with a useless father and barely any money coming in, you quickly learned how to keep yourself occupied and take care of yourself.

One day, the police showed up at your door and knocked. Mum stopped folding the laundry and you poked your head in just in time to hear the officers tell your mother that your father had tried to rob the local liquor store and was shot by the police who arrived on the scene. Having been ostracized from the community long ago due to your father’s behavior, the news of his death only increased the cold shoulder you and your mother got from the town.

Parents in your hometown seemed to teach their children bad manners from a young age; all the kids in school knew to stay away from you. No one sat with you at lunch, no one ever wanted you on their team for PE. God forbid you were paired up together for a group project, no one ever wanted your company.

Secondary school was rinse and repeat. No one sat with you at lunch, no one ever wanted you on their team for the science fair. Once, you were assigned the popular girl for the English project which was 25 percent of the class grade.

“You’re doing the whole thing yourself and you better not screw with my portion of the project, you got that you freak?” Megan warned, having cornered you in the girls’ changing room after class.

“I’d watch that tone if I were you, Meg,” came a voice from the end of the showers where you were cowering.

“Stay out of it Williamson or I’ll sock you!”

“I think you’re the only one about to leave here with a black eye Meg so I’d watch your tone.”

“You’re not defending the freak are you?”

“I’m doing what’s right, I’ve had it to here with your snarky attitude,” Leah challenged, grabbing the bully’s arm and pulling her away from you. “Leave her alone.”

“Fuck you, Williamson! Everyone will know you like the freak!”

“Call her that one more time and I’ll tattoo it across your forehead!”

Megan leaves the changing room with a loud huff and you hide yourself more in the shower cubicle. You’d never interacted with Leah Williamson before. You knew to stay far away from the popular girls and the captain of the girls’ football team was one of them.

Leah smiles kindly and reaches a hand out for you. You don’t take it immediately, half expecting her to make fun of you and demand you do her homework for her. Leah realizes this and shakes her head a little, sitting on the floor with you. You’re about to ask her to leave when she opens her mouth first.

“I’m sorry about her and all of them. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“I’m used to it,” you mumble, pulling your legs to your chest and hugging them.

“I’m Leah.”

“I know who you are,” you answer quickly, pushing yourself up to your feet. “You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me,” you say just as the tears threaten to fall. You do not need Leah to see them, it’ll give her one more thing to tell everyone about.

You grab your torn backpack and rush out of the changing room before she can answer you.

Leah stands there a little hurt, her efforts of extending an olive branch failing only motivate her more. She knew about the whole scandal or whatever it was that happened all those years ago but learned at a very young age that Amanda hated it all.

“You treat that family with the same respect you give everyone else, Leah you understand? No one deserves such unkind neighbors.”

You do not know what compelled you to sit in the stands of Leah’s football game against a rival school. There was a ticket in your locker with a note hoping to see you there. Thinking it was a prank, you wanted to throw it away but decided against it, which meant that the cloudy England sky and shitty concession food was your plan for the afternoon.

“Hi, you got my ticket!”

You had your eyes glued to your phone, your hat pulled down over your eyes to block out the stares you normally got. But that familiar thick local accented voice rang loud in front of you, you looked up to see Leah grinning at you with her mother Amanda right behind her.

“You put the ticket in my locker?” you asked sheepishly, watching as Amanda sat next to you.

“Yes darling, her father couldn’t make it and she didn’t waste it so she wanted to give it to you.”

You look up at Leah and her grin is almost brighter than it was before. She was all dressed and ready for the game, hand reaching out to pat your head before running back onto the pitch.

“I’m so glad you’re here, I hope you stay the whole game!” she yelled out, jogging towards the rest of her teammates.

“She didn’t have to give me the ticket,” you mumble under your breath. More people are staring now, you could feel it. Amanda reached around your shoulders and rubbed your back, smiling down at you.

“No, but she insisted.”

Leah was relentless in her pursuit of you. There were more notes in your locker that were not malicious. They were written in the same writing as the first letter that had a football ticket in it, always signed LW.

Soon the letters became more personalized and directly from Leah. People talked a lot in this town and word got out fast that Leah was making friends with the freak. She didn’t seem fazed, the teasing she could endure; the bullying you normally received almost doubled overnight.

Ever since Leah started giving you the letters in person, all the people who had crushes on her had increased their hatred of you.

You were walking home after one of Leah’s games, headphones in and head down like always. You didn’t see them coming for you and didn’t hear them either. Megan and her girls had followed you the whole way until you turned into a dark alley; it was a shortcut to your house and you’ve never seen anyone else use it before.

Carla pulled your hair first. You turned and before you could defend yourself, Megan slapped you across the face. Alice tripped you as you tried to run away, slipping face-first into a muddy puddle left by the rain that morning. Rebecca, the ring leader, grabs your shoulder and turns you around, eyes seething with anger.

“I have wanted Leah Williamson for a very long time, you pathetic little bitch. What the fuck did you do to her in that bathroom that day when Megan was beating sense into your stupid brain huh?”

“Being a bully isn’t a quality I look for in a girl, Becca.”

Leah stands there with her kit still on and her hair sticking to her forehead. Her hands on her hips and chest heaving suggest she ran all the way here. She looks down at you before stepping towards you and reaching a hand out to you. You take it this time and she pulls you up and into a hug.

“Are you okay?” she asks, brushing your hair out of your face. You nod and she cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone that was slightly red from Megan’s slap earlier.

“What did I say about testing my patience, Rebecca?”

“Leah, she’s the town freak! What could you possibly see in her?”

“Everything I don’t see in you, Becca. What would your mother say if I let it slip over tea next week that her precious girl is a sly little liar? She doesn’t need to know about your little stunt with the principal I walked in on last week now does she?”  

“Don’t you dare!”

“Then you leave her alone,” Leah sternly warns, eyes shooting daggers at the fleeing girls.

“Come on, I’ll take you home. I saw them coming for you after the game and I followed them. I’m glad I found you in time!”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“I think you know I like you a lot more than you’re letting yourself believe.”

“Why me, Leah?”

She takes your hand and walks towards the main road with you. You see Amanda in the car waiting, shaking her head at the two of you.

“Are you okay, love?” she asks you as you climb into the backseat with Leah. She hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time, rubbing the back of your palm with her thumb gently. You like the feeling of her hot skin on yours, it’s such a simple comfort and you can’t even remember the last time you felt it.

“Yes, Mrs. Williamson. Leah got me in time.”

“Please dear, I’ve told you to call me Amanda.”

“Mum, can she stay over tonight?” Leah chirps, holding your hand tighter. You blush a little, looking at her with a single thought in your head; you deserve to allow yourself a little bit of love.

“My mum is okay with it, I can stay.”

“Great! I’ve put a set of clean clothes in the bathroom for you too so…”

“Thank you, Leah,” you say quietly, eyes avoiding her piercing blue ones.

“Of course.”

The whole night goes by perfectly. Amanda cooks a delicious meal that you shamelessly have three servings of. Since it was a Friday night, Leah insisted on movie night. There were throw blankets and pillows all over the floor but you were hesitant to cuddle close to Leah. Having not made a single friend in years, you were scared that one wrong move could ruin the little bit of joy Leah had given you in such a short period.

Leah however, could not hold herself back anymore and was honestly quite annoyed at you. She had been showing her affection towards you for weeks and you were still hesitant to reciprocate them.

“You don’t like me back, do you? You’re just doing this to be nice.”

You look at Leah in horror. No, no, no! This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Leah,” you start, sitting up. “No one has ever wanted to be my friend my entire life. I have my useless dead father to thank for that. When you started giving me those letters, I genuinely thought you were planning some long term practical joke but tonight you’ve shown me that you truly want to be my friend, maybe more.” Leah sits up too and you continue.

“I’m scared, I haven’t done this in a long time. I don’t want to make a wrong move and scare you away. I want you so bad, if everything you’ve left in your letters is true then I want this, I want us. When you scored that goal last week when you rarely do, you looked at me. You did a hand heart towards me and I genuinely thought you were showing it to someone else in the crowd but you pointed at me.”

Leah had tears in her eyes, the tough captain of the school girls’ football team seemed moved by your words. She leaned in and you let her, pressing your lips to hers. You were sure you felt fireworks and that she did too. Her lips were soft and she loved that you smelled like her body wash.

You pulled away and blinked fast, hoping that she wasn’t a figment of your imagination. By the time you’d blinked about fifty times, she was still there, her stupid smug smile on her face.

“I really like you,” you tell her, head leaning on her shoulder as you turn your attention back to the TV.

“I really like you too,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she pulls you into her side.

In the days that come, Leah warned all those who regularly mess with you that they now mess with her too. She also warned that if she caught wind of people calling you names, especially freak, they would go home with it etched across their faces.

\\

You’re sat at the dinner table with Leah in your home years later. Grace is sitting on her playmat, totally engrossed in her building blocks. The sunset pours into the living room and you’ve never been happier in your life.

There’s nothing in your life you’d want to change. You thank your lucky stars that the Lioness sitting in front of you took a chance on you that year in secondary school. Life had only gone up since getting together at 17. You went to college and Leah played for Arsenal. It was hard when you moved for a year to Spain to study but Leah fought hard to make sure the connection was there, flying every other weekend to see you.

The moment you graduated, Leah proposed in front of all your friends. Yes, you made friends! The Spain host family you lived with was more than welcoming and gave you a sense of belonging that you had never felt before. The little community you built for yourself gave you a chance to heal and forgive all those people who wronged young you.

She looked up at you with a face of pure admiration. The ring glimmered in the sun, the diamond was the perfect carat for her perfect girl.

“I have never been surer of anything in my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

\\

You’re both standing at the altar, hands held in front of all your friends and family. The Arsenal and Lioness girls are rowdy in the front, cheering their captain on. She had just shared her vows and it was now your turn.

“When I was little, I convinced myself that I liked being alone. I was always the last to be picked, last to be called, sometimes the teachers forgot about me. By the time I was in secondary school, I had accepted that I was going to be alone all my life. Until I met you,” you look up at Leah and see that she’s already got tears in her eyes. You continue, feeling a little emotional yourself.

“I was sure that you were playing a prank on me, wanting nothing more than to humiliate me in front of everyone like they always did. I waited and waited and nothing happened. You saved me from those girls that day and in the car ride home I knew you were different. For the first time ever, I wanted your company more than my own.”

//

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“Never, babygirl,” Leah coos, hands gripping your hips from behind as she fucks into your pussy hard. You whine into the mattress and grip the sheets, pushing your ass back into her hips. She angled her hips just right, hitting your sweet spot just enough to send you right off the edge.

“Leah!” you cried, reaching back to hold her strong thigh. She was relentless, pounding you through your orgasm. She flipped you over a minute later, her strap pushed back into your sensitive hole just milliseconds after pulling out. You’re about to squeal about being sensitive when she wraps her hand around your neck so lightly. It’s barely there but her skin on yours sends electric shocks through your system.

You buck up into her and bite your lip, forcing her cock straight into your pussy. She gives you that smug smirk that boils your blood and gets to work, rutting into you with purpose. Her hands knead your breasts religiously, face buried between them in an instant. You cradle her head that rests on you, legs widening for her subconsciously.

Your body submits to her willingly and you can barely think when the hand around your neck gently tightens. Your eyes roll into your head and you grin deliriously, oxygen leaving your head as quickly as it gets there.  

Her hips, although practically laying on you, do not relent, pounding into your pussy obediently. Her harness rubs your clit just right and you can barely make a sound to warn her before you gush all over her cock and your thighs. She squeezes your neck just a little harder than usual and it sends you straight into another orgasm right after the other.

She only slows down when you’re shaking like a leaf and turning a little pale, kissing you gently. You grin and reach out for her, she pulls her harness off and settles between your legs. You pat her head and kiss her forehead, fingers running through her blond hair. She presses kisses all over your neck and you sigh, grateful for the chance at a proper life the woman in your arms had given you.

“I love you, Leah,” you mumble into her hair and you feel the captain mumble her answer into your neck. You giggle and settle into the warm bed with the love of your life, excited to see what life has in store for the two of you.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #arsenal wfc #leah williamson smut #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #england wnt #lionesses #woso #woso smut

[enchantedlaufeyson]

No because why do the writers of S.W.A.T insist on putting us through the ringer... I hate it here

#s.w.a.t cbs #cbs s.w.a.t. #swat 2017 #5×22 being titled farewell doesn't help 😭 #that scene at the end had me freaking out. my chest was hurting watching it commence #{s}: s.w.a.t 2017

[rainba]

What's Rightfully Mine (Yan. Kairos! x GN! Reader)

A/N: OOuuuhh... I've read over this a billion times and I figure I may as well go ahead and upload it. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;; Matching artwork with the story...! Woohoo! (*´▽`*)

TWs: very graphic depictions of violence, disturbing yandere behaviors, mild gore, kidnapping, 18+ content....... Kairos being Kairos. Slight mention of virginity (but it's just Kairos' virginity) MDNI.

Wordcount: 2300~

((And thank you @x-v0id-x for reading over the fic for me before I posted it!!! ☆:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:☆ ))

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Kairos never meant for this to happen. 

He swears up and down that he never wanted to do it– he promises that he never intended to hurt anybody.

But he did anyway.

However… Can you blame him–?

You are Kairos’ one and only, his soulmate, his beloved, the reason he breathes, the reason he wakes up every morning, the reason why he’s still alive– you’re his everything! Was he supposed to just let you run off into the arms of another man without even attempting to fight back...?!

The way you looked at that filth– that disgusting, foul, no-good other man… It made Kairos sick to his stomach.

What even was that guy’s name...?

(####)? (######)? (######).

Yes, that’s his name, Kairos is sure of it.

It repeats itself in Kairos’ mind over and over again, piercing his skull like a blade that twists and twists until he’s left screaming for mercy at the top of his lungs.

“G-get out of my head! Get out! Get out get out get out! Leave me alone!”

Countless nights end in him violently waking up from the same nightmare– a nightmare where you and (######) run off together while he helplessly watches. And in the nightmare, you smile so brightly, but you’re only smiling at that bastard. It’s like Kairos is invisible as he desperately crawls towards you. He’s sobbing and begging for you not to leave him, but it’s as if you can’t hear him.

However, (######) can.

(######) spits on him, jeers at him, then laughs as he carries you far, far away.

In Kairos’ nightmares, the other man stomps on his neck as he spits out callous remarks.

“Nobody could ever love you.” He sneers.

“You’re nothing but a disgusting freak.”

Kairos knows he’s heard these things before– but he can’t remember who once told him that.

He feels so powerless when imagines you with (######) as he sleeps, and he can’t stop himself from thinking about it when he’s awake– it’s a never-ending tragedy that haunts every second of every day. The bags under his eyes have grown horrifyingly darker. Kairos had to make this stop.

He was desperate.

Kairos didn’t have a choice as he broke into that man’s house, sneaking in through the first-floor window and trudging down the darkened halls.

Kairos didn’t have a choice as he crept into the shadowy bedroom with a silver blade placed firmly in his hands, his back pocket harboring a rag soaked in chloroform.

The two of you were sleeping together so peacefully– you and that disgusting bastard.

That man looked so carefree; his chest rising and falling at a perfectly even pace. His arms were wrapped so warmly around you, holding you close in a tender embrace. The blankets covered your lower halves, and the man’s face was buried in the back of your neck.

The scene was so peaceful. Way too peaceful…

With tear-stricken eyes, Kairos couldn’t help but wonder: “why can’t that be me?”

Why does this man get to live a happy and carefree life, but not him? Why does this man get to hold you tightly in his arms, and not him? Why… Why… 

Why does Kairos never get what he wants? 

This feeling– this god awful feeling that Kairos is constantly haunted by: envy.

Envy… The one emotion he’s all-too familiar with. He doesn’t want to feel this way anymore– for once in his life, he wants to have something, and not just yearn for it.

In this moment, he knows that the only way to obtain happiness… 

Is simply to take it by force.

Kairos had to be fast– because if the man woke up before he could stun him, then he’d be quickly overpowered.

Before he focused on taking him out, Kairos tiptoed over to your side, his gaze softening for just a moment. He pulled out the rag from his back pocket and placed it gently under your nose, covering all your airways. He knew he had to wait a few minutes– he had to make sure that you won’t wake up any time soon. So, while he stood there, he lovingly petted your hair and left little kisses on your forehead. When he was certain that the chloroform settled in, his heart started to tighten in his chest.

Adrenaline struck him like lightning as he snuck around the side of the bed, his purple eyes locked in on his target. For the first time in his life, Kairos was no longer the victim.

Nervous sweat dribbled down the sides of his face as he held the blade up high, positioning the pointed end towards the man’s exposed throat. Kairos could have turned back– he could have easily put the knife away and let you both go free. But he loved you too badly. He needed you too badly.

This was it.

He jabbed the knife deep into the man’s neck, hoping that would prevent any screams.

And it worked.

(######) jolted awake in horror as his mind raced to figure out what was happening. He threw his hands onto the wound and tried so desperately to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. It was so, so futile. Gurgled sounds bounced off the walls as a bloody rampage ensued right beside you.

Seeing the red gushing out flipped a switch in Kairos’ mind. He doesn’t know why he lost control– he doesn’t know how it happened– but it did.

Kairos’ vision went black as he fully jumped on top of the bed, plunging the knife into (######)’s body over and over and over again.

Slash, slash, slash.

A horrifying symphony: the sound of flesh being sliced apart.

The man’s muffled cries were like music to Kairos’ ears.

He choked and he gagged, whimpered and wailed, but coherent words of pleas were unable to escape his mouth. Every time he tried to kick Kairos off, Kairos would stab him in his legs. Every time the man tried to push him off, Kairos would slash the palm of his hands. Kairos thought for sure that he’d be overpowered, but the adrenaline in his veins gave him strength that he never knew he had.

And there was blood.

Blood everywhere.

“M-mine, mine, mine… They’re mine...!” Kairos mumbled manically under his breath, his focus flipping back and forth between you and his victim. But– it wasn’t just Kairos that looked over at you. Your partner did as well.

His shimmering eyes stared at you longingly– so lovingly... Too lovingly.

It made Kairos’ blood boil.

Through gritted teeth, he spat out, “n-no, you don’t get to look at them...! Don’t look at them ever again!”

Then… Slash.

The silver knife plunged deep into his eyes– thick blood spewing out from the wound.

Kairos can barely remember what happened after that. All he knew was that, eventually, the man ceased to struggle.

His black hoodie was now soaked in blood- his quivering hands completely red. It dripped from his cheeks and onto the corpse beneath him– the entire world was spinning dizzyingly fast.

(######)’s body was painted in deep lacerations, and his face was disfigured to the point of him being unrecognizable. Something about it was so… So…

Exciting.

 It was done now. It was over.

There was nobody in this world who could take you away from him.

And the thought of that made him smile.

Kairos laughed– he laughed so joyously, laughed so carefree.

Kairos’ mind was an incoherent mess. A horrible, horrible mess.

And he doesn’t know why it happened– he doesn’t know how it happened– in one moment, he was attacking that man, but in the next…

“M-mine… Mine… You’re f-finally mine!”

His pale hands were shaking as they savagely tore away your thin clothing. Kairos pushed your ex-lover’s corpse onto the floor as he kissed your lips with the intensity of a starved animal.

Your lips were so much softer than he imagined– so much sweeter, too. He couldn’t contain his excitement anymore– after all, this night marks the beginnings of a new and wonderful life!! 

And now, he also just gave you his first kiss! 

The silver light of the moon was glowing on his face, illuminating the dark red blood that stained his skin. He was a monster– a selfish freak that craved your love more than anything else.

There really was no rhyme or reason to anything Kairos was doing. At that moment, he just wanted to feel good; he needed to feel your warmth.

In one second, he was desperately humping your leg while holding your hips in place. In the next, he was kissing your stomach and fervently licking your chest. He knows that you can’t feel it, but that’s beside the point– he uses this time as practice, so that when you are awake, you’ll be feeling nothing but bliss! And besides… You just taste so good; he can’t help himself.

Kairos kisses and bites at your neck and collarbone, leaving behind a faint trail of needy marks. Without thinking, he pulls out his cock and begins to jerk himself off. He parts his mouth and rambles to himself.

“I’ll… I’ll m-make sure nobody finds you! Nobody!”

Kairos sticks out his tongue and licks over your left nipple; he does it a few more times before fully sucking on it. The lewd act sends a shiver down his spine.

It’s so hot, so naughty, and ultimately entirely new to him. He’s never been so turned on before.

“W-we’ll live happily together, alone in my apartment! And you’ll be s-so happy!”

He speaks as if you can hear him– and deep down, he almost wishes that you could. Kairos crawls up further onto the bed and digs his knees into your shoulders, the shadow of his cock looming over your perfect face. It’s so close to you– so, so close– god, he still wishes you were awake right now. But he knows you’d fight him off if you knew what was going on.

“I’ll f-feed you every day, and– And I’ll learn how to cook for you! I– I can watch videos online… I promise I’ll learn… J-just for you!”

He strokes himself even faster, soft wet sounds echoing off the bloodied walls. Kairos lifts the chloroform rag away from your mouth but keeps it over your nose. He presses his tip against your lips as he keeps going, his precum slowly dribbling down your chin.

“W-we can make love every single night...! I’ll… I’ll make you feel so, so good… I…” A shiver runs up and down his spine as a whiney moan escapes him.

“M-my virginity… It’s… It’s all yours...! Ahh…” 

His eyes squeeze shut as a hot sting of pleasure surges through him.

“D-doesn’t that sound wonderful!? I’m all yours, my love!”

Kairos pushes his cock a little closer to your lips– but he does it a bit too aggressively, the tip of it scraping against your teeth. God, he would give anything for you to suck on it– even if only for a fraction of a second.

“Th-then we can have a family one day!! I’ll– I’ll get my job going, I… I’ll m-make more money! Lots of money! W-we can adopt… We can…”

With his one free hand, Kairos reaches down and begins to stroke your hair, leaving blood stains all throughout it. 

“J-just us two, only u-us two… Nobody… Else!” 

The pace of his hand quickens as his head starts to tilt backwards, his breathing growing out of control. His chest heaves as he erratically chases his high, yearning so badly to feel it hit him all at once.

He can’t help but imagine how wonderful the future will be– your all's future together. Then he imagines the way you’ll be all tied up in his bed, completely naked and vulnerable for him…

Just like you are now.

“F-fuck..!”

It’s all too much– Kairos’ cock twitches as he cums all over your face, some of it pouring into your mouth and on your cheeks. He squeezes as much of it out as he possibly can, craving to see you drenched in it. Throughout it all, you still sleep so peacefully… All thanks to the chloroform.

He can’t help but think that you look so cute when you’re knocked out and covered in his cum.

Ah… if only he could draw you in this state.

Even though he so badly wants to collapse by your side and cuddle you, he knows that he has to move. There is quite literally a dead body in the room and blood on his hands– he has to clean up.

And he also has to find a way to sneak your body to his broken-down car outside.

Very reluctantly, he kisses you on your forehead, smiling sweetly. “I’ll… I’ll be back, my love!”

After a while of stumbling, he finds himself entering the bathroom.

When he looks in the mirror, his eyes widen partially in horror. Kairos knew this side of himself existed deep within him… He knew there was a disgusting monster that laid dormant in his chest, but he had never before seen it come out so fiercely.

His pupils were small, his purple eyes hauntingly beautiful. And on top of that, he was grinning.

It was the first time he had genuinely smiled in weeks– maybe even months.

Kairos turned on the sink to wash off his face, but he only seemed to be making more of a mess. Blood streamed down the sides of the sink and pooled in the drain. Despite how macabre it all was, he just couldn’t stop smiling– because now he has everything he could ever want: you.

All to himself… Forever.

Until death do you part.

#teehee #silly kairos moment #yandere oc x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere male #yandere fic #male yandere x reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere x darling

[thewritetofreespeech]

Remember that scene where Nanami was beating up Shigemo? Well, could i request a 'what if' scenario where Shigemo tries to hurt Nanami while the latter's distracted and Nanami's wife shows up and the couple end up beating him up together?

‘Son of a bitch!’ Nobara hated fighting against other sorcerers. Especially tacky ones like this.

She blocked another of Shigemo’s swings while he gleefully laughed & taunted her. Again, tacky. The pain from the shallow cut on her legs was starting to bubble up. Making it harder for her to concentrate on the fight at hand. Literally, in a way, as the hand on his stupid sword kept trying to attack her as well. ‘If that thing touches me again I’m going to seriously throw up’.

Just as the two of them were about to cross off again, the young sorcerers stopped simultaneously at the sound of broken glass. A large, blonde man stepping through the shattered door, followed by a woman who looked of distinction behind him.

“See to Nobara.” He told the woman as he removed his tie and wrapped it around.

The woman gave an affirmative and rushed off towards her. ‘That must be Nanami-san?’ Yuji had told her about him, but this was the first time she had met him. He wasn’t what she expected. Yuji had told her he was a salary man who carried a sword, but this guy was way more intimidating than Yuji’s bright, happy account of their time together suggested.

“Hello Nobara. I’m [Y/N]. Please let me see your leg.”

Nobara was snapped out of her thoughts by the woman appearing beside her, and already inspecting her leg. “It’s not that bad.” She told her. “How did you know my name?”

“Gojo and Yuji told me about you.” Nobara flinched when she heard the sound of bones crushing, followed by the sound of broken glass and crushed plaster. “They both seem very fond of you. So I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Yeah…thanks…” She realized that her leg was all better, but was still freaked out about someone knowing her when she didn’t know them.

“How many…and where are they….?” They can hear Nanami ask, no growl at Shigemo as he helplessly tried to get away. Now unable to with Nanami holding him tight by his hair.

“Nanami doesn’t like it when people hurt his friends.” Nobara looked back over at [Y/N] as she made this comment. “He’s very protective. I almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn’t such a terrible person.” She stood up and offered Nobara her hand. “Let’s find Nitta-chan. Make sure she’s okay too.”

“Sure…I-” Nobara saw fast movement out of the corner of her eye, and knew instantly what it was. She quickly pulled out one of her nails and hammered his stupid gross sword into the ceiling. “Not on my watch!”

“You seem to be feeling better.” [Y/N] told her with a soft chuckle. To which Nobara felt instantly warmed & praised. She hadn't met many women sorcerers, but she could already tell that [Y/N] might be a mentor for her one day.

Shigemo started crying apologies. Saying he was sorry and bawling as Nanami kept him loft in the air. The grade 1 sorcerer let out a sigh and dropped him. “He doesn’t know anything. Let’s go find Nitta.”

He turned his back on the slumped form of Shigemo, who kept crying for a moment before his sniveling suddenly stopped and his face curled in a sadist grin. “Don’t underestimate how lucky I am!” Apparently, he had another, non-cursed knife in his waist band, and Shigemo had suddenly jumped up with it to stab Nanami in the back.

He didn’t get far though as 0.02 seconds into his lunge, [Y/N] was between them. Her foot in his chest and Shigemo now across the street in another heap. This time unconscious, presumed dead.

“You can’t just turn your back on people like that Nanami.”

“He’s just a kid.” Nanami replied to her scolding.

“You’re too soft when it comes to children, dear.” She nudged his shoulder as she past, and Nobara suddenly noticed the rings on their fingers. “Speaking of children, we still need to find Nitta-chan.”

“Isn’t Nitta-chan like…20 something?” Nobara asked.

“Yes, but she’s still just a baby to me.”

“Now who’s being too soft?” [Y/N] glared at Nanami as he walked past towards the escalator they had seen her crawl up from.

“Thank you, by the way.” Nobara said as they walked on. “For helping me.”

“It’s no problem!” [Y/N] replied cheerfully.

“We’re the adults. You’re the child. It’s our duty to prioritize your life over our own.” Nobara frowned at being called a child, but decided to keep her mouth shout this time since they did save her.

She thought back on the fight for a moment, and remembered the kick [Y/N] had given Shigemo and how clean it was. She decided that yes, [Y/N] would be a mentor for her. Maybe her and Yuji could train together with them after this was all over? But thoughts like that of the future had no place on the battle field.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #jjk season 2 #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nobara kugisaki #haruta shigemo #scenarios #imagine #female reader

[fudgelling-away]

Sans, tail me your secret

sfw, 1000 words

An innocent slice of life. You and Sans get to know each other better in the early stages of relationship.

Warnings: Intimacy (but no outright suggestive themes, nothing happens besides obvious attraction, that’s not the focus of this text) A few curse words Some tears, some drama (but it ends well, you both will be alright)

As always, your writing and drawings are more than welcome! You can write a different ending, or change how the whole scene would play out, I'd love to see it.

.... What a nice evening, you thought.

You two got ready to binge-watch the tenth season of Ancient Aliens. Almost 10 years have passed since the monsters came to the surface and Sans has been busy with going through all the old shows. It gave you an opportunity to rewatch some old classics or discover something you have previously missed.

Surrounded with snacks and blankets, you got comfortable and he was now sitting close to you on the couch. Not really paying attention to NASA's Secret Agenda, you were discreetly observing his face. So relaxed, lively. Happy.

In a sudden surge of courage and affection you coaxed him to move onto your lap.

He followed your lead seemingly without a second thought while his eyelights remained glued to the TV. You almost missed the twitch of the corner of his smile as he tried to keep a poker face, but you were getting really good at reading him those days. As he nestled in your lap, leaning with his back against your chest, an eerie feeling crept up on you. Even though his bones were thicker than your own, he seemed so fragile. It was... wrong. He was too exposed and you didn't like that at all. You embraced him gently, closing your eyes and wishing that your body could become his shield. What a nice evening.

The living room was pleasantly warm, contrasting with the snow that was faintly visible outside the windows. Fire crackling in the fireplace, the smell of burning pine wood, tea with orange slices and cloves.... What a nice–

Your eyes opened wide. With him sitting flush against you the crests of his ischium dug into your thighs – it felt insanely intimate, but you kept your composure until something poked against your abdomen. ... The fuck was that? You froze. Both his hands were in your view. He was still sitting calmly, though you could see droplets of sweat forming on his skull. When he leaned forward to reach for a cookie, something the size of a finger brushed against your belly, and suddenly all you could see was an image of a big fat rat crawling under his shorts, or a spider, or....

You jumped up with a yelp, throwing Sans off your lap, trying to catch him with your left hand and falling with him on the carpet, cookies flying through the air, crumbs everywhere. You managed to break the fall with your right forearm, still awkwardly squishing Sans to your left side.

Silence.

Only the dramatic clatter of the tin bowl against the wooden floor.

He scrambled away from you with such pain in his wide-open eyesockets that you thought he was about to cry, but there was no chance to console him. He shortcutted out of the room. He just wanted a fucking chocolate cookie. You felt a wave of dread surging through your body in a sickening way. You felt like the worst trash on earth. Calm down. At least one of you can't freak out. You are going to laugh about it later, it's okay. Breathe. You climbed the stairs on shaky legs and quietly knocked on his door.

“Sans? Are you there?”

No response.

“Knock, knock?” you whined miserably. “Babe, I'm so sorry, please let me explain.”

You began to wonder if he had teleported to his room at all, and not somewhere else. You sat down by the door and took out your phone. Your hands were shaking so much that writing a message was a real challenge.

You:

Sans. I am extremely sorry. My reaction was involuntary, caused by surprise and nothing more. I am so disappointed in myself for hurting you like this. Your expression will haunt me till the day I die. Rest assured I am punished. I was simply surprised because…

dont tell him about the rat

...because I still have no idea what you touched me with. I don't know your body that well yet. I'm sorry that my reaction was so spectacular. Read. You sighed with relief and waited.

Sans:

heh it was quite spectacular wasn't it

You:

I'm so sorry Will you come back and talk?

Sans: and risk being yeeted across the floor? fat chance, buddy

You: I'm so sorry... After a bit of back and forth, some more grovelling and some heartfelt promises, Sans opened the door. You sat up hopefully, but slouched again when you saw his serious expression. His usual grin looked more like an uneasy grimace.

“it's my tail” he grumbled so quietly you almost didn't catch that.

“Your... tail? Your tail moves?”

“i move it. it doesn’t have a mind of its own.”

“Why did you move it?” You asked stupidly and mentally slapped yourself in the face.

Exasperation flashed through his face briefly as he rolled his eyelights.

“i didn't– buddy, pal, it’s short but it’s still a tail and functions like one. when i bend or reach, it reacts to balance me, however ridiculous that sounds.”

He remained silent for a moment and you dared not to speak. His eyesockets narrowed slightly.

“yours doesn't, huh?”

“No! I don't really have one, mine is just a couple of fused vertebrae.”

“mine isn't fused.”

You wanted to ask if you could see it, but even though you bit your tongue Sans read your face like an open book.

“tsch. you've got some nerve.”

You groaned, curling up on the floor in front of him.

“I am so sorry...”

“i will remember to let myself react wildly the moment your body surprises me,” You heard his ominous voice above you. He hummed thoughtfully and a smirk slowly crept on his face. “yeah. i will flail and scream. heh.”

“Sans...”

“now, my tea’s getting cold” he walked past you calmly, his voice finally relaxed again. “and i believe you’ve got crumbs to sweep up. c'mon.”

#sansnomaly #sans x reader #sans x y/n #sans #suggestive #tagged it just in case #the body and culture differences are so interesting to me #figuring it all out would be so fun #English is not my first language so if you notice something really wrong please tell me #my writing

[slashersteve]

Let's Kiss

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: It might be the end of the world, and you're for some reason worried about having never been kissed. Steve decides to change that.

warnings/extra tags: friends kissing tm, friends making out tm, reader spirals for a second here, gets a little heated but this isnt my nsfw blog, cursing, beta read, edited by me and autocorrect babey

note: forgive me for writing slowly :') i wanted to experiment with writing more kissing scenes and decided it was a perfect time for you to kiss steve till you were stupid. Thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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For the third time in your life, it felt like the end of the world, but unlike those times, this time felt as if it actually might be. And you were…not okay if you were being honest. Everyone who was piled into this stolen Winnebago that Eddie Munson hot-wired was not okay, but they seemed to be holding it together better than you. 

When Steve Harrington drove into an open field so that you guys could properly prepare for your battle with Vecna, who was also known as Henry Creel, but also 001, you thought the fresh air would be just what you needed. You were wrong though when you thought of Vecna though, as the guy had shown Nancy some big, big plans of his that had to do with opening up a massive gate in the middle of Hawkins.

In response, you and everyone else here had big plans too, some that involved baiting him with a still cursed Max while the rest of you venture into the Upside Down to try and kill him before his plan could come to fruition. Honestly, it was a good plan, especially with Nancy basically leading all of you, and you couldn’t poke many holes into it…except for one…or some. 

What if he didn’t take the bait with Max? What if Dustin and Eddie’s plan to distract the bats didn’t work? What if you step on a vine and alert the guy? And what if he literally knows everything you’re planning at this exact second and you’re all walking into a trap? 

You don’t usually freak out like this, in fact, you had once prided yourself in your ability to be calm and collected in nearly every situation, but there must be something in the air right now or Vecna/Henry/One somehow got into your head or something because you were on the verge of a whole panic attack. Even Robin was more calm than you were (or at least appeared so).

“Preparation is key,” Nancy had said when going over your plan again when you questioned if it would actually work. And she was right, the first time you were in the Upside Down it was by chance (or force as the bruises around Steve’s neck still gave you uncomfortable chills and dread), but this time you’re going to be practically armed with all the shit you just bought at that angry hick store Eddie suggested while Max baits Vecna. 

God, the thought of anything going wrong made your chest hurt, and you wanted to vomit all over the grass next to Nancy and Max’s feet as she sawed off the barrel of the shotgun.

“I’m- I’m going to go and change,” you said quickly before that could happen. They both glanced at you, and Nancy told you that was fine all the while it looked like Max could see right through you. 

“She looks like she’s about to bail or something,” Max said, watching you make a beeline toward the Winnebago where Steve and Robin were currently sitting outside of. 

Nancy hummed as she returned her focus on the felony she was committing and said, “I’m sure she’s fine.”

You didn’t say so much as a word when you went into the Winnebago and closed it, making Steve and Robin glance at one another before Robin was continuing to make their Molotov bombs with kerosene and empty alcohol bottles. 

Steve’s eyes lingered on the shut door a little longer, noticing your odd demeanor, before reluctantly turning his attention back to the Molotov bombs as well. 

It was in the Winnebago when things took a turn for the worse for you.

You had just finished changing out of your tattered clothing from your first trip in the Upside Down, and now wore the exact same camouflage shirt Steve was wearing and some new pants. You started to spiral, essentially, your thoughts coming at you fast and all at once, thoughts about what could potentially happen and go wrong, about possibly getting killed, which led you to think about a lot of the things you hadn’t done yet. 

You wanted to graduate and attend the college you were already accepted to, then graduate from there, and maybe find a significant other there or something to at least experience that. It was just insane to you that you experienced what it’s like to breathe in the air of another dimension before anything inherently romantic.

It made you wonder if your life would ever be…just normal.

That was when the door was being opened and Steve was walking in without any regard to look specifically for you. When his eyes landed on you, they suddenly squeezed shut and he said, “Shit! Sorry! Were you changing? I’ll just-“ he blindly stepped backwards, knocking into the back of the passenger seat. 

"It's okay! I'm done anyways," you told him, and he opened only one eye slowly before opening both.

"Still, I should've knocked," he laughed awkwardly as he stepped back into the Winnebago and said, "Molotov's are done, Eddie and Dustin's spears and shields are made, Nancy committed a felony...I say we're almost ready."

"Oh," you said a bit shakily, "So soon?"

He nodded, and said, "Yup, we should probably leave soon if we want to make it at sundown."

You dropped your eyes for a second, and forced the nervous exhale from coming out as everyone was on as much edge as you were about everything, and you didn't need to burden any of them with your doubt.

"Are...you ready?" Steve asked suddenly, and you glanced up at him.

"I-" you shut your lips to gulp nervously, then opened them again to say, "I...don't know..."

His eyes looked thoughtful as they stared at you, and he nodded, "Yeah...me either to be honest." He laughed weakly as he leaned on the side and crossed his arms.

You looked up and kept your gaze on him this time as he sighed deeply, "Just talked with Robin, and she thinks it might not work out for us..."

Your heart dropped, "Oh."

"But...she also said that we're crazy, and that...if we don't try and stop him then who will," he licked his dry lips for a second, "And she's right. Whatever happens...we win..or lose...at least we tried."

It was a bitter thought, to think that even if you go in prepared and ready for battle things can still go south. You needed to sit down immediately, and once you did on the couch in the back, you dropped your head in your hands at the thought of the endless possibilities.

"Is this what our lives have been leading up to?" you asked suddenly, voice quivering, "Battling a sadistic clock obsessed guy with powers like El and bad skin who snaps people's bones because he wants to open a giant gate to take over the world? What ever happened to normal lives, you know? Why hasn't our only problems been oh am I going to pass this physics exam or oh my god is he going to call me back? You know normal problems that normal people experience?"

You were rambling in a similar manner like Robin might, and it caught Steve off guard as you hardly ever did anything like that while Robin does it often.

Also, you already looked and sounded like you were defeated before the final battle even began, and Steve disliked that a lot.

"Hey, hey, we beat this guy? Then we'll have those normal problems," Steve tried to comfort you, "If this guy is really the big threat, and we manage to put him down, that'll be the end of everything...hopefully."

You moaned dreadfully, completely ignoring Steve, "There's just so much I should be experiencing, I don't understand why I experienced what it's like to climb up into a ceiling and fall out of the other side before I experience, I don't know, a first date? A first kiss? I know that stuff's not super important but still, it would be nice."

Steve tried to speak, but you were continuing on, your thoughts venturing to other matters besides yourself and it was making him even more concerned with your current state.

"And it's not even just me, like those kids out there? They're so young, one of them is literally cursed, like what the hell is up with that? It’s so fucked up!"

You were continuing to ramble and asking rhetorical question after rhetorical question that Steve had to actually go over to sit next to you and grasp your shoulders to make you stop and look at him.

"Hey!" he said, slightly shaking you as your eyes met, "All this is not helping anybody, especially yourself. I think the same things sometimes, and I wish I had some kind of explanation for you, but I don't even know it."

You stared blankly at him, and he sucked in a tight breath and continued to say, "What I do know is that we really don't have normal lives, and you know, at this point we just kind of have to to live with that-"

"But-"

"I also know," he cut you off, "That if we're going to go down there and try to put an end to this then we need to be prepared and level-headed you know? So...just...tell me what I can do to make you feel better."

His final request was odd to you, as you didn't know what he could do. He could tell you everything was going to be alright, but you'd know it was probably going to be a lie to try and calm you down. Steve knew as much as you did, and it sucked for a moment because you were expecting him to know more. Still, the question did make your heart swell up because of how genuinely nice he was, just being here with you and talking to you, wanting to make you feel better.

You instead took in a deep breath, trying to calm down the pacing of your heart stemmed from your blast of anxiety, and now the typical feeling you get when around the guy as you said, "You...you don't have to do anything. I'm sorry...you're right, tonight could be the end of the world, we're all nervous, but I'm the only stupid one ranting about never having kissed anyone."

You rolled your eyes at your own stupidity, and turned away from Steve to look at the ground.

Beside you, Steve shifted in his spot, and said "You don't have to apologize...I just almost lost you there for a moment."

You laughed weakly, but didn't reply.

Steve looked at you thoughtfully, and cleared his throat gently before saying, "For the record...I don't think you being worried about things like a first kiss is stupid."

"Yes it is Steve," you replied immediately, "In the face of the end of the world? Yeah...it's stupid."

"Well, I don't know, they're probably thinking about things like that too..." Steve trailed off, "Just because you're the only one voicing it doesn't make it stupid."

You pressed your lips together, and shrugged weakly at him in response as you leaned back on the couch now, the top of your head smacking lightly against the back window.

You weren't looking at Steve, because if you were, you probably would've caught a shift in his gaze that meant an idea was coming about, whether it was good or bad, you wouldn't have known until he said it.

And after a few seconds of silence, he did tell you, except you refused to believe you heard him right. 

"What?" you asked, wanting him to repeat it so you don’t look silly.

He coughed into his hand nervously and said, "I could kiss you right now...you know...give you a sense of...normal or something...or to like…cross that off your list."

Steve wasn't looking at you as he repeated himself, which was just as well, because you felt your cheeks heat up and your jaw slightly drop. Not sure if he was just teasing you or something, you muttered, "Normal...normal friends don't kiss each other, Steve."

He laughed breathlessly, and ran his hand over his mouth for a moment before replying, "Friends do help each other though...also pretty sure we established we're not normal."

Now that made you laugh, not a weak or breathless one like before, but a genuine one and you said, "Yeah...that's definitely true.”

He was looking at you now, brown eyes staring right into yours and you saw then that he was serious about it, serious about kissing you and letting you experience at least that before tonight.

It wasn't like you hadn't thought about it before, if that warm feeling he always gave you when he was around, even now, said anything. You've thought about it even before you were friends, when he was a stupid jerk in high school who never looked twice at you but still made you weak in the knees.

After getting to know him more, you wanted to do more than just kiss the guy. You wanted to go on dates with him, hold his hand, make him laugh...all those romantic like things you've only seen in the movies. Would kissing him right now, in a moment like this, be a good move?

At your silence, Steve began to move to stand as he was saying, "God yeah, you're right it's not normal. I'm sorry I offered and made it weird."

Your hand was flying upward to capture his wrist gently, and when your eyes met, your thoughts went away as you realized you had made your answer already. You gave him a single nod, and then said, "Let's kiss."

His gaze remained on yours then, his expression softening slightly as he waited a few seconds before settling back down in the space next to you.

The atmosphere changed drastically then, the color within the Winnebago a pretty golden shade, bouncing off of Steve's face and his brown eyes as they bore into yours. You never really noticed how soft of a brown color his eyes were, maybe because you’ve never been this close enough to see them.

His next question had tore you out of your mesmerized gaze, asking you in a soft, quiet voice you never heard him speak in if you were sure it’s what you wanted.

You nodded, and said in a breathless voice, "Yes I'm sure."

Your heart was beating out of your chest, this time for the reason that any second now you were going to be kissing Steve Harrington, the once King of Hawkins High, and now one of your closest friends. You were nervous, and you were scared, but no more than you were scared about what might happen tonight.

He was just so close to you though, instead of the usual cologne he wore that drove you mad, he smelled like the earth and the pungent smell of the kerosene they used to create molotovs. It really proved that it wasn't just his cologne that drove you mad, it was simply him.

It was him just being here and this close that’s what made you this way, what was making you forget for a second that the end of the world was hours away. Your breath had even hitched and he gently reached upward to cup your cheek, a gesture that made you feel more heat spread across your face and chest.

His eyes flickered to your lips then as he began to move in, and you tensed up as you felt his lips gently graze over your own before they pressed fully against yours.

Though it was just a peck, just two lips touching, you practically melted in your seat when you felt his slightly chapped lips on yours. Your eyes even fluttered shut for a second, and any doubt of this being a bad idea faded at once as you returned the kiss.

When he leaned away from you after a few seconds, you opened your eyes to meet him and he asked with a small smile on the lips that were just on yours, "How was that?"

You were practically breathless as you replied something incoherent, and Steve tilted his head curiously at you, not understanding what you had said, and to be fair you didn’t know either. Your eyes fell back onto his lips, instead wondering if they were tingling like yours currently were, and wondering if he too felt the fire that he ignited in your chest by that simple kiss.

Steve had noticed your eyes had flickered back to his lips, and he exhaled deeply, and moved his hand underneath your chin to make you meet his gaze again. You blinked almost dreamily up at him, and he asked you in that same sweet, soft voice that would be added to your favorite things about him… "Want to do it again?"

Oh, how fast you said yes.

He didn't hesitate after your answer, pressing his lips fully onto yours to quite frankly give you another best first kiss of your life that you were sure nobody could beat even if they tried.

His experienced lips moved against your inexperienced ones, taking control and taking your breath away all at once. His lips were slow and steady on yours, gently sliding along yours and it was you who tilted your head gently in order to deepen it just a little more.

Steve's hand had moved from your chin, rather moving to the back of your head as he exhaled for a moment right onto your lips, and he asked, “Is this okay?” in reference to how quickly heated this kiss was becoming. You responded to him by leaning back in, and he chuckled as you recaptured his lips onto yours.

You didn't know what you were doing, since you've made it clear you've never kissed anyone, let alone like this, but it felt like you were doing something right as you tried to return his kiss with the same intensity as him especially when he hummed against you, his lips slightly vibrating on yours and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

When you felt the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, it sort of brought you back to yourself for a moment and he was leaning away again, his cheeks were a blush pink color and he said, “Fuck I’m sorry. We agreed on a kiss, and I’m trying to stick my tongue down your throat.” 

He laughed awkwardly at his own words, and you could only sit there and stare at him all starry eyed, your prior concerns with the end of the world all but gone for even just a few seconds and you replied, “I…I don’t mind.” 

Now you felt like the awkward one when he just stared at you, except you didn’t notice that his eyes were just as starry as yours, and then, the soft brown of his eyes shifted and darkened at your response and you were kissing again, picking off right where you left off. 

Your lips parted and you felt him slip his tongue inside of your mouth, now really drinking you up and your hands flew upward to his sides, sliding them underneath his jacket and you felt him shudder against your hands as they touched his firm back above his shirt that matched yours.

The honest truth was you weren’t thinking about what this may imply, with how good Steve was kissing you and how intoxicated you both were quickly becoming on each other. It didn’t occur to you that Steve has probably been wanting to kiss you like this for a while now.

With your arms around him, you pulled him almost on top of you, your head smacking back against the window again as his tongue explored your mouth and all your worries just floated away as your mind was becoming fuzzy on him and the feeling he was bringing out of you.

“Steve,” you mumbled his name with a voice that was even unrecognizable to you, and it only urged him further, drinking up the next murmur of his name and you dragged your nails into his back (being wearing of his bandage) now feeling a sort of heat settling in the pit of your stomach as he practically devoured you in this Winnebago.

There was no telling where this might’ve gone, or how far either of you would’ve let it go, as Eddie was entering the Winnebago with a slam of the door saying, “Hey! So we’re- holy shit-” 

The rest of his sentence was cut off at the sight of the position you and Steve were currently in. He had come in so fast and unexpectedly that neither you or Steve pulled apart quick enough so Eddie saw, well, everything, especially Steve nearly on top of you and his tongue in your mouth.

All you really could do was pull your lips apart from each other and look at the metalhead with similar, wide eyes.

“Uh…yes?” you asked awkwardly after a few seconds of silence, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment rather than whatever Steve had been making you feel.

Eddie stared at the both of you for a second longer before he cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, some of us need this to change in, so if you want to make out- there’s an entire field out there,” he gestured around almost dramatically, and you blinked a few times, “Right yeah, so I’ll give you guys a moment.” 

Neither you and Steve could properly respond to him as he was out of the vehicle in record time and you could hear some mumbling after the door shut and then Dustin saying quite loudly, “What? No, they’re not together- wait- what?”

A harsher wave of embarrassment came over you this time, realizing what had just happened between you and Steve, how heated it had gotten from a single peck to Steve’s tongue in your mouth and you pulling him on top of you. Your eyes trailed back to meet Steve as he leaned away from you, and your hands were falling to your lap. You wanted to say something, anything, but all that came out was a flustered breath at the loss of warmth you felt underneath his jacket. 

Thankfully, Steve spoke for you, and he asked after an awkward, light cough, “Are you uh- feeling better now?” 

You sat up more, flashing your eyes toward him before you looked down at your lap, noticing you were twiddling your thumbs nervously and all you could do was nod. Steve’s eyes stayed resting on yours, and before you knew it, he put his hand over yours. 

Your eyes lifted to meet him again, and you could see there was a small, almost shy smile on his lips before he said, “I think I want to take you out on your first date too, if we end up saving the world.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and asked stupidly, “As like…a friend thing?” 

He chuckled at your response, and shook his head, “No…no not like a friend thing at all…to be honest what just happened…if it wasn’t clear that wasn’t a friend thing either, I’ve been wanting to do that forever.” 

His cheeks were still flushed, and his voice was still soft and low, only wanting you to hear him. And the way he was looking at you? His eyes were so intense, so adoring. Has he always looked at you like this and you just never noticed? 

You stayed staring at him with a soft, surprised gaze, genuinely taken back by all this, and you decided right then and there that you were going to kill Vecna/Henry/One just to go on this date with Steve and maybe kiss him like you just had until you couldn’t breathe anymore and without interruption. 

#my titles are the worst i am SO sorry i can never match just hold me </3 #this might be one of the final imagines as i wanna focus on cant cheat fate #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #reader insert #female reader #lys writes again

[novacorpsrecruit]

Better Without You

My other braincell @comicsbi-thebook and I came up with a steddie AU the other day that’s rotting my brain but I do not need another WIP

Steddie Rockstar/Country Star (breakup) AU based on Dixon Dallas’ song Better Without You

Steve and Eddie, who get together after the events of season 4. Eddie was hurt (he may been technically dead for a few minutes), but he’s alive and that’s what matters. He starts to heal over the next few months, Steve by his side, helping Wayne take care of Eddie and falling in love along the way. There were a lot of painful nights — memories, nightmares, wounds that reopened, stitches that ripped, lots of tears and fear that the Upside Down may come back. No matter what happened, Steve was by Eddie side, promising that he wasn’t going to leave him.

Maybe two years pass in their relationship and eddie’s got the record deal of a life time, but that means leaving everything behind. His family, his friends, his life. The agent saw Eddie with Steve and told him that he had to leave him if he wanted the deal. The label wouldn’t sign someone who was queer. This is his only chance on getting out of Hawkins, being known for something other than the town freak that’s accused of a string of murders. This is what he needs.

So he does.

He packs up everything and leaves, barely telling Steve goodbye. Steve is left with a broken heart, a shoebox of pictures and trinkets, and Eddie’s damn acoustic guitar.

He thought about breaking the guitar. Thought about smashing it in the parking lot outside their apartment. taking the broken pieces and lighting it on fire. He tried to return it to Wayne, but Wayne refused. “If he left it, it’s yours.”

Steve let the guitar stay haunting the bedroom, Eddie’s painted words taunting him. Reminding him of what he lost. So he grabs a rag and some alcohol and wipes it clean, removing the words. He learns how to play, stringing chords together and humming along. He learns how to play Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson. And eventually, the pain hurts less. He got a local gig — a paid one — at one of the dive bars, and they kept requesting him to come back.

Eventually, someone important hears him. They offer him a record deal. Steve nearly refused, because of Eddie. Eddie was told to get back in that damn closet if he wanted to break into the industry. Steve refuses to do anything except be himself. If the record wanted him, they’d take him as he is. And the record wanted him, so they agreed to his terms. Out and proud. He signs it and paints his own mark on that damn guitar, known as his signature machine. This machine heals broken hearts.

I hope you miss me when you think about me / and everything we could’ve been / and now you’re nothing but another memory / you know it hurt but in the end / I’m doing better without you, and I know you hate it / I used to think you were the one but you ain’t / no more dancing around it, and I hate to say it / but you damn sure ain’t the one I got away

Steve records a few songs, and instantly they were hits. His song, Better Without You, hit the charts and was played for weeks on the Top 40. Hell, he even broke the top 5.

His lyrics were raw, and any time he preformed the song live, the audience went wild.

I loved you at your worst / you left me at your best / I watched you fade away into the sunset / threw my heart into the dirt / you ripped it from my chest / tried to kill me but I ain’t dying yet

Eddie, known by his moniker MUNSON, is a huge breakout in the metal scene. He’s topped all the metal, rock and alt charts. He’s had a single or two hit the top 40 but most of his fans aren’t from the demographic. He’s done one North American tour with Pantera and he’s rumored to headline his own tour soon. But when he heard about the gay country artist making waves across the charts, he had to take a listen out of curiosity. As soon as the first verse hit, he recognized that voice instantly. He remembers the late nights years ago singing along to Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen years ago. He knows the song is about him and it breaks his heart. He hurts because he knows he hurt Steve. He loved Steve, he really did. He still does.

But Eddie’s so proud of what he’s done at an artist.

And he’s terrified to lose that. Terrified to going back to Eddie the Freak. Eddie the Loser. Eddie stuck in the hellhole of Hawkins, Indiana.

So he calls Steve. He finds a way to get in contact with him. Maybe he uses Dustin to help his number, or a way to talk with him.

And maybe Steve’s a little hopeful when they exchange pleasantries and Eddie tells him that he likes the song and he’s proud of Steve for making it and being out.

But then reality comes crashing down. “You wouldn’t …” Eddie starts, trailing off. He’s nervous, worried, afraid. “You wouldn’t out me, would you?”

This wasn’t an apology for breaking Steve’s heart. It’s a plea, begging for Steve not to out Eddie. And Steve can’t help but laugh as he feels his heart break again.

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Steve laughs, hiding his pain. Hiding the tears that want to slide down his cheeks. “Do you really think I’d do that to anyone? Don’t fucking call me again.”

And maybe the next time he plays Better Without You, he sings some lyrics a little louder, while his heart aches.

I’m glad you came into my life, you really taught me well. / and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. / you showed me the devil ain’t exactly in a place called hell / you were tightly wrapped up in my loving arms.

#steddie #steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie AU #please note that anything I ever publish probably is half written by Abby #this is also me trying to convince everyone to listen to better without you because it fUCKING slaps

[diacripticcomplex]

🌸 Another Shu x Yui story this is kinda of based on that one scene in HDB where Yui finishes her hw and she’s watching a horror and gets scared so she reaches out to shu for comfort. A lot of my stories are more on the darker and more heavily sexual side so trigger warnings. ⚠️

Yui’s POV:

It was quite a long day at school, I honestly can’t even remember what we learned today, doing this homework really drained me as well…I want to just relax and maybe watch a movie or something. I start going through the channels, I can’t find anything interesting so I open one of the movie applications and literally choose the first movie that’s on, I’ll probably end up falling asleep anyway so it shouldn’t matter.

30 minutes into the movie and my dreams of a nap are pretty much not going to happen, this movie was terrifying, it had so much graphic detail to gore, even if I close my eyes I can picture those scary faces…how will I even sleep tonight?? My train of thought stops when I feel hands around my waist, I get startled and shriek a little, I turn to see Shu. “Sssh don’t yell..” he managed to groan out, he opens when of his oceanic blue eyes and looks at me, then the TV. “What are you watching..? It’s so loud” he said, I honestly was getting pretty scared “it’s a horror movie..it’s very scary I’ll turn it off” I say and he grabs my wrist. “No keep it on..I’ll go back to my room, I don’t want to disturb you” he said, showing no emotion at all but I could faintly hear the menacing sound in his voice.

“No no it’s okay you can stay here I’ll turn it off…” I plead with him I did not want to be alone right now, I was genuinely freaked out by the movie. I turn off the movie and then gently push Shu back down so he can sit on my bed. “Heh…you claim you’re so scared you’re willingly letting a guy stay in your room…I think you just want me in here..” he remarked. “ well yes I do want you here I’m scared …so please stay?” I sounded like I was begging I knew that Shu would call me lewd or a slut for that but I really didn’t care in the moment.

“Fine..I’ll stay. Turn it back on. I want to watch it…” he says, I hesitate at first and he notices “if you don’t turn it on I’ll leave right now..” he sounded serious so I quickly turn it back on. We were sitting on my bed, I was on the edge closer to the TV, Shu was behind me, I usually felt nervous when he would be near me but right now I feel somewhat at ease it was strange.. “this is what you’re scared of? It’s so stupid” he said, chuckling slightly. “Well I mean…Look how scary their faces are…” I say back, I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he brings me closer to him, he nips at my ear “you have a vampire right behind you…I’d say that’s more scary…the things I can do to your body right now…that would be a better horror movie.” He whispered, I felt a chill run down my spine, he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses it, my body jolts at his touch then he bites it, hard. I wince at the pain, but I can’t do nothing…I invited him in after all. After a few seconds of drinking my blood he says “yea..your blood has me riled up I think I want to indulge in your body some more…take off your clothes..” he says, he takes out his knife and presses it on my cheek “hurry up, or I’ll slice up all your clothes…” he said with such seriousness.

Reluctantly, I try to plead with him but he presses the knife harder and cuts my cheek slightly. “Shu please no…that hurts..!” I cry out, “then close your mouth and take off your clothes for me…” the tone of his voice was getting demanding, I hesitantly took off my clothes, I was left in my undergarments. “Such unattractive panties…like a grandma..” he commented smirking then continued “not like it matters though, take those silly pieces off as well I want you fully naked..” he finished, his voice dropped with lust. I refused to take them off, and he sliced them off of me, so quickly I covered my chest and part with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and pushed me down on my bed.

“Look at you…all exposed for me..such a dirty woman..I’ll give you what you plead for.”

My eyes widen as I see what he was about to do, he took his knife and sliced my chest, slurping the blood that was oozing out of the wound, I felt tears stream down my face, I hated him so much I hated myself for allowing this to happen…”No please Shu, please stop…!” I cry out and he shoots his hand to cover my mouth, shoving two of his fingers in them, I tried spitting them out of my mouth but he started to put more and more of his hand into my mouth, I was choking on his hand at this point, then he removed it and I was finally able to breathe normally again.

“Shu please…I’ve had enough..” I pant out, drool coming down for the sides of my mouth. “No I don’t think you’ve had enough yet, you’re a slut you know you enjoy this…you enjoy anything and everything I do to you..” he finishes what he says and it makes me think , as much as I hate him sometimes I do allow him to just do as he wishes with my body, I didn’t want to give him my heart and mind too but I’m slowly falling to that deep abyss.

Shu got off of me and laid on his back then took my hand and placed it on his crotch, he was getting hard, his hand used my hand to stroke his print and watched it grow more and more. He unbuckled his pants and took out his throbbing member. Of course he wanted to have sex…not only does he drink my blood greedily and cuts me up, he wants to plough himself deep within me to further degrade me and make me submit to him fully.

He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, jamming his member into me. He gripped my thighs so hard i thought they were going to bleed, “start bouncing on it..” he commanded, and so I did it, there was no point in fighting him. I jumped up and down and once I got a steady rhythm I went faster and faster, I didn’t understand why I was feeling so hot and on the brink of exploding with desire, I moaned out for Shu, it sounded like a beg and he seemed to enjoy it as well, looking at his sex faces he looked almost human. But he was a monster worse than the ones in that horror movie, he was a real monster and I let him torment me…maybe cause I want him to?

I continued to bounce on his part for a few more minutes but I grew tired, he dug his nails into me when I would slow down and that would encourage me to go faster, I couldn’t stop I had to keep going I felt so drained…I kept going until I felt his member pulsing inside me and he bursted, letting out a light moan. He pushed me off of him and buckled up his pants again, then left the room leaving me all alone and naked.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #diabolik boys #dialovers #shu sakamaki #shu x yui #smut #dark themes #diabolik brothers #knifeplay #knife kink #horror

[yichuuonvenus]

The After Party- II

Ethan Landry x Reader

Tainted Love- Chapters

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-con, Loss of Virginity, Cock Warming, Dacryphilia, Knifeplay, Forced Orgasms, Corruption, Murder, Blood, Nightmares, Stalking, Underage Drinking, Attempted assault, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forced Relationship, Dacryphilia, Isolation

“…Two found dead tonight both were New York City University students.”

The TV was so loud that it filled the room. 

You hugged the wall, hearing the noise. It all went blank as the new anchor talked about a Ghostface mask near the scene of the crime. 

“Pack your things. Me, you, and y/n leave tonight,” Sam said as she went towards the hallway where you were. 

“What are you doing up?” Sam said, staring at you in disbelief. 

“I- I don’t- I-“ you stumbled, collapsing onto the floor as tears filled your eyes. 

A man was in the living room, and Chad pulled him towards the door. Tara got up immediately trying to come up with reasons why it was not about them. Sam grabbed onto you. You were hyperventilating, close to passing out again.  

That same horror that you tried your best to ignore and that you wanted to put behind you was all coming back to the surface. Like a ruff tide pulling you under, beneath the waves. 

“Tara, we are leaving!”

“Can- can we at least think about this?! Quinn’s dad is a cop! We can call him and find out what’s going on,” Tara spoke as Quinn started to immediately call him. 

Sam’s phone rang as she was trying to comfort you, causing everyone around you to stare at it. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan said causing Anika to huff. 

“You gotta keep up.” 

Quinn came back her face serious as she handed the phone to Sam. 

“My dad wants to speak to you.” 

“Watch her,” Sam said as she left to go talk to Quinn’s father. 

Tara immediately calmed you down. Trying to pet your hair as a way to keep you from having a mental breakdown. 

“Tara… I want- I want to go to bed,” you said barely above a whisper. 

You could feel the blood pouring from your stomach the way the knife felt on your chest. The stabs that filled your abdomen. The bloodcurdling scream that filled your lungs. The smile on Amber’s face was the look of admiration for her work. 

“Tara, I need to go to bed,” you started to cry. 

Tara was quick to pull you on your feet. Chad helped as he guided you back to Tara’s room. 

It was like a never-ending nightmare. Ghostface is back and you knew whoever it was wasn’t going to stop until you all were dead. 

You went to sleep with the same nightmare bleeding into your head. 

Help

HELP ME

SOMEONE 

PLEASE 

“HELP ME,” a scream tore through you. 

“You’re okay… you’re okay.” The person said in a soft voice to try to soothe you. 

You opened your eyes. They were blurry and watery trying to make out who it was. Those same brown curls you knew all too well were the first thing you saw. He smelled nice like clean linen as he held you rocking back and forth shushing you gently. 

“I- I thought you all left,” You said trying to catch your breath. 

“Well… we did and then Tara and Sam got hurt so everyone is at the police station. So Chad asked me to stay here and watch over you,” he whispered loosening his hold on you. 

“Are- are they alright?” You sat up immediately a little too quickly causing you to have a dizzy spell. 

He steadied you as you swayed. His face was close to yours, breath fanning over your face. 

“Yeah, they are fine. They said they’ll be back in a few hours.” Ethan gently laid you back. He spoke up again. “Lemme get you something to drink.”

You nodded and smiled before turning over and covering yourself with blankets. 

You didn’t like to be the “weak” one. The one they always had to baby but it was all you’ve ever known. You didn’t know anything else as sad as it was. 

You could feel a sinking feeling like there was a hole at the bottom of your stomach and all your organs were going to pour out of you. Blood was the first thing you smelled. It was all over your body it took over your senses. You wanted to scream but all you could do was keep your body still. 

You were sweating so much but you were so so cold. You felt hands on you, roaming your head, and the blood was gone. 

“You’re burning up,” Ethan said as he held the glass of water to your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you started to cry. 

Ethan panicked for a moment not knowing what to say. 

“Hey, no it’s okay. Just drink this ‘kay.”

You nodded, slowly sipping on the water he held to your lips. 

You were scared, confused, and most of all terrified. Ghostface was back. Whatever it is whoever it was they were back. 

“Hey- oh,” Quinn said smirking, “We just came back. We are having a group meeting after class.”

Ethan nodded as he looked at her, you couldn’t see his face but he turned back to you with a smile. 

“Drink some more of that water, okay?” 

“I will…”

Ethan walked out with a small awkward wave. Quinn sat down on the bed next to you.

“I need to get ready for class and go back to my dorm. I overstayed my stay-“ 

“No of course not. You are basically one of Sam’s siblings you could never overstay.”

You shyly smiled, “You truly are a good friend.”

“Of course, now go get ready for class.” 

You gave her a small hug and gathered your things. You were glad that you stayed here before school started, some of your clothes were in Tara’s closet. You did not want to walk around in your Red Riding Hood costume. 

Sam was outside talking to Tara.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sam asked 

“I need to go get ready for class today I still smell like a frat party.” 

“You can get ready here.”

“Sam,” Tara reprimanded.

“Fine, just be safe,” Sam replied reluctantly.

“I’m always am.”

With that, you walked out with a drawl string bag in your hand. 

. . . 

When you got to your dorm room your roommate was in the common room finishing up her make up. 

“Hey, I was wondering where you’ve been,” she said.

“Hey sorry, I’ve been out with Tara and all of them. We went to that Halloween party,” you stuttered. 

She noticed how your voice trembled a bit causing her to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. She knew what happened to you last year. It was kinda hard for people to not know what happened in Woodsboro. 

You both were starting to get comfortable with each other but she made sure to make you feel at home and safe. The boundaries you both set have never been crossed you both made sure of it. 

She said your name softly causing you to stop what you’re doing and look at her. Your face fell as soon as you looked into her eyes. 

“I’m- I’m just so scared,” you whispered as she hugged you. 

“I know,” she said softly rubbing your back as lightly as possible. 

There was nothing to be said further she already knew Ghostface was back. You pulled back hesitantly. 

“I need- I need to get ready for class,” you sniffled. 

“Yeah of course,” she said with a smile, “call me if you need anything. I gotta get going.” 

“I’ll see you,” you said. 

“See you,” she replied. 

She left and you stood there for a good while just staring at the spot she was at. You took a deep breath. You’re not in Woodsboro anymore. You were halfway across the country. 

There was no way Ghostface was after you or your friends.

At least that was what you wanted to desperately believe. 

. . . 

“Am I going to die a virgin?” Ethan said. 

You stared down at your feet as Mindy furrowed her eyebrows at Ethan. You stared off into the sky not caring for the conversation. 

“Uh.. weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan. The shy dorky guy who no one suspects, because he's so shy and dorky.” 

“Why am I on the list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?” 

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could have fixed it to get next to us.” She quickly said. Before making her way to Quinn. “Quinn. The slutty roommate. Horror movie classic.”

“Uhh sex positive but thank you?” Quinn wondered. 

You stared off at the planes and the birds. You didn’t care for conversation. How could they blame you? 

“Hey, are you okay?” Wes said as he peered into your eyes. You all were at school again. At the picnic table. 

He smiled as he looked at you. His eyes were on your lips. You looked around, seeing Mindy laugh along with Tara. 

Wes was next to you, his smile was lighting your heart. 

“Wes?” You giggled as he playfully nudged you.

“Babe?” He said and when you blinked he was bloody, multiple stab wounds covered his body. 

“Wes,” you screamed. 

Wes…

“Are you okay?”

You stared at Mindy for a long time. Your eyes were so dull and you could only nod your head. 

“Yeah… I- I just… I need to go,” you whispered. You rushed away too embarrassed to even look back and say bye.

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#dark!ethan landry #dark!ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Falling for you

Hey! Could you maybe write a Steve x reader to where readers the girl robin used to like (bathroom scene from season 3) but Steve didn’t know her, never paid attention to her in high school? But he ends up falling for her not knowing it’s robin's ex-crush! Ending up to you! (Robin moved on plz!)

Request by anon ❤

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings; Angst to fluff

Changed this a tiny bit so Steve does know that y/n is Robin's crush and his struggle to be loyal to his friendship with Robin and fight his feelings for the reader.

"Y/n Y/l/n," Robin says softly. "I wanted her to look at me. But she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn’t understand because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And you didn’t even like her and I would go home and just scream into my pillow."

"But y/n's a girl?". Steve asks confused and Robin stares at him and murmurs softly.

"Steve". Then it clicks what she means. " Oh".

❤

He didn't know who y/n was, never noticed in high school. So when Robin told him about her crush he was puzzled at who she was talking about.

Then a few months later y/n walked into Family video though he didn't realise it at that point.

''Hi, I'm looking for Halloween. Can you help?". He looks up and gapes slightly but quickly hides it and tries to be cool but it's hard because the woman is freaking gorgeous.

"Of course, I'm Steve. What's your name?".

"Y/n, she then tells him her last name and he looks up so fast recognising it immediately. She's the girl from Mrs Clicks class that Robin liked.

He could see why Robin was so smitten with her, the minute he saw her he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

"I know who you are. King Steve, she murmurs shyly. Everyone knew you in high school Steve".

I wish I knew you he thinks softly and curses himself that he didn't pay enough attention in high school, so much time was taken up by Nancy, then grieving the loss of Nancy to Jonathan.

He offers her help and heads over to where she is searching, directing her to the horror movie shelf and finds the video tape.

Time and time again he is captivated by her pretty smile, her beautiful eyes.

He's smitten but he can't do anything because Robin is his best friend and he would never hurt her by dating her crush, Robin could very well still have those feelings, deep feelings.

His friendship was more important to him than anything so he helped her find the movie and watched her go.

❤

That wasn't the end of it though, y/n came in a lot of the time. He couldn't help it but he began to get to know her and he began to fall for her even more, he couldn't though he knew he couldn't.

So when y/n came in looking very shy and with a sparkle in her eyes as she looked at him, he knew that he would have to break her heart.

He knew what she was going to ask and he couldn't hurt Robin like that.

"Hey, Steve. There's a showing of Romancing the Stone would you like to come and see it with me?". He swallows and god he wants to say yes but he can't.

Her smile fades as he doesn't answer and she bites her lip.

"I mean only if you want to". She murmurs sounding more unsure now and his chest tightens.

"I can't... You're great sweetheart but I don't feel that way about you". He lies through his teeth. He watches as her heart breaks and he feels sick.

"Oh, right. Guess it was a long shot. Should have learned from high school really". She jokes but theirs pain in her tone and she hides her tears.

"I should go, I'm sorry for asking". She rushes out, right past Robin who gapss at her then him and when the door slams shut she turns to him confused.

"What the hell is going on?".

❤

Robin listens as Steve explains to her about meeting y/n, how he fell for her immediately but buried the feelings because of her.

He assumed she still had feelings for y/n and even if she didn't it was still a crush she had and he would never betray her by going after a past crush.

Robin was touched, she really was. Steve had been amazing since she came out to him and his dedication to their friendship was something truly wonderful.

"Steve, I wish you had just asked, I've been over y/n for a long time and I like Vickie, you know who's in band with me, you met her last week?".

His eyes widen and he swears.

"Shit". Robin takes his hand.

"Steve, I'm over y/n. Don't hold back for me, go and get your girl".

He doesn't need to be twice and vaults over the counter rushing after y/n.

❤

She feels so stupid for thinking Steve liked her, didn't she learn anything from high school. He never noticed her then. Why would he now?

As she is walking down the street she hears her name being called and turns around to find Steve rushing up to her.

"Steve?". He catches his breath and runs his hand through his hair.

"I lied, I lied. You're beautiful and I can't stop thinking about you but things were complicated so I lied about having no feelings for you. I'm a dingus, as Robin would say".

She giggles and he takes her hand and kisses it.

"I'd love to go out with you sweetheart. I really would and I hope I haven't fucked up and you still want to be with me".

She softens.

"Robin's right you are a dingis, of course, I want to be with you, Steve". He relaxes and kisses her.

It was going to be the start of something wonderful, she could feel it.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

[esmeriandreamer]

So I've been going through some old roleplays I've done with people, and one of the stories I wrote with my friend is just.. the perfect plot for a Dreamling fic??? Like, it fits these two so well, and I might write it myself- But if anyone in the fandom is inspired by this, feel free to take the idea! and also link me to it please and thank you <3

(Please note: This would be a medieval fantasy AU where there is magic, but the Endless siblings aren't their actual anthropomorphic personifications. Maybe they have minor powers over their domains, or they just have their nicknames, I say go wild with it-)

Okay. Let us set the scene.

Through some shape or form, Morpheus, one of the Endless princes, is cursed to see his first spouse die in a horrific way before his eyes. This, of course, scares away any potential suitor when they find out about this curse, because fuck that, they're not too keen on dying in a horrific way??

So, the king and queen decide on a plan; Morpheus will just have to marry some commoner who nobody would really miss, somebody who would've probably keeled over from illness within a month or three, so the curse will claim them and Morpheus will be free to find someone he wants to marry without y'know, constantly fearing he'll see them die a traumatizing death-

Enter Hob Gadling, an ex-soldier with no family, who the royal guards just plucked out of a local tavern, under the guise of "providing a special service for his country". He gets taken to the palace and is freshened up a bit, before going straight towards the chapel to marry the prince.

Morpheus is very much Not Pleased with all this, and after the wedding ceremony, once they are alone, he tells Hob about the curse. That he doesn't know when Hob will die, could be hours, days, months, or even years, but he will be dying a gruesome death and Morpheus will be forced to watch it happen. So, y'know, he's sorry this guy had to be roped into all this, he seems nice, it's a shame he'll have to die.

Yet Hob seems to take it pretty well, for someone who's been told they are now fated to die in terrible pain and all that jazz. He just smiles and basically goes "Welp, then I'll enjoy the remaining time I've got I guess- Life is still very rich and I intend to enjoy it by your side, your highness."

Morpheus can't help but admire the other's optimism a bit, but he tells himself that no matter what, he will not get attached to this man, because it'll only hurt more in the end. He tries to avoid Hob at the castle, but fate/the Plot keeps steering them back together into the same space, and spoiler alert, the prince starts to like this guy more and more, even though he knows it's gonna hurt when Hob perishes.

And then one day, while out on a ride together or something, Hob gets kicked in the chest by a horse, which would be breaking every rib and undoubtedly puncturing all the possible organs in that region of the body. And Morpheus, as stated by the curse, has front-row seats to the "Watching your husband choke to death on his own blood" show, sitting there all alone.

Only problem is... Hob doesn't die..? Like, he's clearly choking, but the bruises seem to slowly.. disappear? And he slowly stops choking on his own breath?? He even begins to cough and sit up???

Cue Morpheus freaking the hell out because huh???? How the fuck??? And Hob is just complaining that ow, fuck, that hurt like a bitch, can he please get some water?

More incidents like this start happening, to everyone's confusion but Hob, who seems to believe he's just ah.. very sturdy.

Hob's food gets poisoned with something that would've killed three grown men, and he gets violently ill, but a week later he's back to normal, and the spy on the staff who did the poisoning gets exposed because they cannot hide their extreme confusion as to how someone survived a triple dose of Night's Kiss???

Someone's fire spell goes wrong and Hob should've been burned to a crisp, but he's only got some first and second-degree burns, that'll heal, he's sadder about the fact that one of his fave new outfits got destroyed :c

A drop from the tower, the tallest one in the kingdom? Yeah, that one. Geez, it was high, and he has some broken bones, but he'll be okay, bones heal within a month anyway, right? (Right?, he asks, to a horrified but kind of impressed Morpheus, who can't even bring himself to tell Hob no at this point-)

Hob falls into a very strong river current, which sweeps him under and must surely drown him ten times over, but two hours or so later, Morpheus is met with a very soaked and chilly Hob, who climbed out of the river a few miles downstream and look, he even caught his prince a fish or three during his little adventure ^^

It's not until Hob 'dies' in a way that cannot be explained by having a strong immune system or being able to muscle through some pain, like.. I dunno, a decapitation or something, that Hob goes "Wait a second, weird idea, but maybe I'm immortal?"

"YOU THINK???" - Morpheus, on the verge of a nervous breakdown at this point-

And also at this point they realize that wait a fucking second, Hob literally cannot die, and the curse cannot pass on to a second spouse, holy shit, Morpheus gets to keep him- And it'll be cute and whoever/whatever gave Hob immortality in the first place goes "Okay, sure, your hubby can live forever too, here you go-"

Really tempted to write it now, but feel free to steal this word vomit idea of mine if you want- xD

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #fic idea #the sandman

[jaegonsmoon]

Saw an anon ask about angsty Jaegon idea and wanted to share mine. I hope i didn't ruin you.

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/43155051"><strong>Foolish love</strong></a> (639 words) by Anonymous<br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/House%20of%20the%20Dragon%20(TV)">House of the Dragon (TV)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Aegon II Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon<br />Characters: Aegon II Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Helaena Targaryen<br />Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, I'm Bad At Titles, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Angsty little shit/ I'm not kind to Aegon in this<br />Summary: <p>The Angsty Jaegon fic idea that just won't leave me alone. </p><p>Jace is taken as a hostage by the greens but are we sure he is the one in danger?</p>

I assure you it isn't that bad. He can survive because it's an open ending 😬

⚠️TW: Miscarriage/Blood/Death

omg

OMG—

I am CRUSHED. I was like “ohhhh fix it baby!!!” and then I READ FKN POISON AND GASPED SO LOUDLY WTFFF!! Nooo😭😭😭

I’m thinking about what ending I’d pick out of the open endings, and idk… maybe Aegon does survive. Or maybe not. But losing the babe absolutely destroyed him. Because he didn’t only lose Jace, but the purest thing they’ve made together. I do want Jacaerys to live off guilt and bitterness for the rest of his days. I can picture a scene where Aegon is muttering “the baby. Not my baby, please.”

He is feverish, and he is going through the miscarriage. He was probably three to four months, it hurts so so much. Jace can only stand there watching in absolute horror, because Aegon is pacing and clutching his stomach just like his mother did when she was trying to birth Visenya.

Jace remembers how painful his mother’s scream were, they are engraved into his memory and it’s been one of the things that have driven him into the madness he’s been putting up with this whole time. And he’s reliving it. But this is different. This is so much worst than his only sister being born dead. This was his child—and it was dying, because of him. He’d poisoned his own baby—

On the distance, Sunfyre can be heard screeching and revolting in the Dragon pit. Aegon is bloodied and on his knees, begging the maester for something that they know can’t be.

When it’s all over, Aegon has been given a high dose of milk of the poppy. He was bathed and placed on his bed. He didn’t have anyone. Aemond was away fighting his war. Heleana was dead, as were his other children. His mother was sent away for safety. He was all alone, and the one person he thought he did have, was the same one to destroy what little else he had in his life. He never wanted a crown, a throne, or even a wife. He had been fed the three against his wishes. He had only wanted two things: love and Jacaerys Velaryon. And for a minute he had them, or so he foolishly thought. And then he had none. No baby, no love, no Jace.

Before Aegon fell into the deep slumbers of the milk of the poppy, Jace had come to see him. He sat next to him on the bed, and Aegon blinked at him slowly, eyes wet with endless tears. “W-Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jace had ask with undeserving right.

Aegon’s throat was raw and dry with the exertion of his wails and screams, but he still took a deep breath, swallowing hard. “I was… afraid you would think me a freak,” he paused, then huffed a wet, broken laugh. “Ironically, I didn’t think that to be the least of my problems.”

“Aegon…”

“I’m sorry— I tried, or I was trying, to come up with a way to stop… stop it all. Ever since I-I f-found out about the babe. I wanted it to be over. This senseless war that has no true meaning,” Aegon sobbed, his chest hurt and his abdomen was still cramping even when there was nothing to push out anymore. “I never wanted any of this. But did want this one thing… for us. I w-wanted our baby to have a good life. To be loved.”

Traitorous, silent tears streamed down Jacaerys’ face as he watched what he’d made out of King Aegon Targaryen. A broken man with nothing left to him. Just like he’d wanted to see him as.

But it was never supposed to hurt like this.

“I really wanted our baby to live. I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry it was me the one to have carried it, m-maybe if it wasn’t me they would’ve stood a chance. I should have known… I’m sorry, I should have known.”

“Aegon, please, I’m so—”

“P-Please, don’t. Please don’t say it.” Aegon begged, grabbing his arm weekly. “You’re free to go. Please, Jacaerys, go.”

Jacaerys’ plan had concluded successfully, however, he’d never known heartbreak like this, not even after everything that had happened.

“I’m sorry it was me. I love you.” They were Aegon’s last words to him, quickly after that he’d finally passed out from the effects of the medicines and exhaustion, and pain.

When morning came, commotion ran through the kigndom, and news travelled quicker than dragons.

King Aegon, second of his name, had died under the dragon fire of his Sunfyre by his own command.

Prince Jacaerys never knew happiness, for a kinslayer he was, and he never forgave himself.

#IM SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON ONE OF MY FINAL PROJECTS AND YOU DID THIS TO MEES AAAA #LOOK WHAT YOU MADE DO #IM SO SAD OMG #Jacegon #jaegon #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #aegon x jacaerys #jacaerys x aegon #jacegon fanfic

[ghoulisheous]

A Little Vicious Snippet #3

#1 X #2 X, HERE, #4 X

Summary: Vlad sabotages the portal. And Danny's life sucks. So much. Fic starts pre-portal accident, but this scene happens after. Will probably end up being a crossover.

The goal for this one was to make it as dramatic as I've been imagining it to be in my shower. But the second I started writing it down it was like everything started slipping through my fingers. So, don't know how well I did with that.

Also if anyone noticed there still isn't even a hint of the crossover aspect in any of these snippets, it's because batman intimidates me.

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Danny marches through the hallways with a scowl on his face. He can't believe it got to this point.

"Danny! Wait up!" 

Danny scowls further.

"Just take it slow okay? She'll come around, she's just a little sensitive right now–"

He stops in his tracks, fists clenched up as tight as he can make them.

"A little sensitive?" Danny breathes harshly through his nose.

"We're talking about Sam, right? She's tough. She always is. She doesn't do. Sensitive."

Tucker's brows were drawn down deep over his eyes. He looked unsure and there was a tired look in his eye. 

Tough. Danny was tired. He's been so tired the past month since–

He clenches his jaw.

"Look, Danny. I'm not saying she's not tough. She is. It's just that she took it pretty hard."

"She took it hard? Look at me, Tucker! I took it hard!" Danny yells loud enough that for a moment it occurs to him that he should worry about the Mansons kicking them out. They didn't want to let him in, in the first place.

Tucker's shoulders rise up to his ears at the tone, face as sullen as Danny had ever seen it. And in the next second Danny feels the sharp pain in his shoulder and the right side of his rib.

He must have jerked his arms. It was a habit for him. He could be expressive when he was excited. 

But, Danny winces, not the best idea right now. Fast movements hurt. And he was so tired of the hurt.

He carefully lowers his right arm back to his side. He has a second to catch the look in Tucker's eye before he swings his head to look at the baseboards with a sudden interest.

"Are you done now? Got that off your chest?"

Danny huffs air into his cheeks, but nods, quiet for probably the first time since the two left school. Without Sam.

"Good." Tucker nods with an exaggerated expression, then folds his arms, "I know how hard this has been on you, dammit! I've been with you the whole time! Who do you think has been holding your hair back when you hurl up oogie boogie's radioactive snot?" 

He drags his cap off his head and swipes a hand over his hair as his shoulders fall back.

Danny's face burns. He can feel it. He knows he's been a grumpy bastard. But did Tucker really have to put it like that?

He almost scuffs his shoe, but holds still.

"But this has been hard on all of us. And even harder to watch you go through it. We care about you. And Sam does too, you know that."

"It doesn't feel like it," Danny whispers, not sure why it felt like a secret.  But it did.

He saw her exactly once in the hospital, the day he woke up. And he hasn't heard from her since. Complete radio silence.

It's been weeks.

Tucker slings a careful arm over his good shoulder, hovering over the bad one. Always hesitant with every move.

"She took it hard, Danny. Really hard. If she hasn't exactly been around–"

"You know she hasn't–"

"–Then that's why."

"That doesn't make any sense! Why can't she just talk to me?"

Was it the portal? She was excited before, but did it just freak her out now? Did Danny freak her out now? For as long as he's been at Casper high, and Raven's Peak Middle School before. He knows he's freaked people out. It's like he had a tattoo on his face and he was the only one who couldn't see it. Unsettling, freaky Fenton.

Danny's tempted to throw Tucker's arm off. He wants to yell, feeling nothing but an angry ball of heat in his chest. 

He just shrunk closer into himself instead. Like he could manually hold it in just like that. He'd pushed plenty of boundaries with Tucker since the accident. He knows he has. He's been insufferable and irritable. He's pushed boundaries with everyone. He knew he wasn't being fair. That was the worst part.

He felt like his parents were closer than they've ever been to actually reaching their breaking point with him. He wondered what that would look like.

Maybe they'd send him to military school.

"Danny," Tucker pulled his arm away so he could lean around Danny and catch his eye without jostling the bandages.

Danny stilled at the tone. Suddenly unsure if he was ready to hear why.

"It was her idea."

And that heat turned to ice at the realization. The bitterly cold kind that almost feels like it burns too. Same, but different in every way that matters.

It was her idea. But that didn't mean– She didn't actually think–

It was Danny's fault. Everything is always Danny's fault. He's not good with people. He never knows what he's supposed to do. He's always making the wrong choices. He's just dumb like that. But this time his stupidity almost came with a body count.

Sam didn't actually–

He can't even begin to imagine what his expression looks like, because by the time he can drag his eyes back up to look at Tucker. He's looking away, gnawing on his lip.

"Come on, Danny.. Dude, let's just, go get some ice cream. If we bully Jazz long enough, maybe we can even get her to buy it for us." 

"Maybe out of pity," Danny barely forces out. He couldn't even attempt a smile right now.

And Tucker's not a whole lot better, based on the grimace plastered on his face.

"But no," Danny straightens his shoulders, wanting to crane his neck back toward the ground.

"I have to talk to her."

Tucker sighs for what felt like the millionth time. Danny feels a little guilty at that, he knows they're both tired. But he has to fix this.

"I really don't think that's a good idea."

"What if I don't and things just stay like this forever? She's avoiding me! I'd bet every penny I have that she's trying to switch at least some of her classes around so she won't have to be in the same room as me."

Tucker rubs his arm, but stays quiet this time. He doesn't rise to the bait and ask "how many pennies is that exactly?" Not like he would have a month ago.

Danny stays quiet too.

He doesn't know how to fix this. He doesn't know if talking to her at all, let alone about the accident would just mess things up even worse. He knew she was upset over it. But Tucker came around so fast. He often came straight from school to see him and even slept over a couple of weekends. As many weekends as he was allowed. He didn't know–He didn't think–

It was Danny's fault. She knows that. Everyone does.

He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't think Tucker does either.

But he can't just avoid her like that. Like she's been avoiding him. He feels gutted at the thought. It feels like he'd just be sitting on his hands, in his room, waiting for the world to turn around him.

He doesn't want to do that. He wants to see her. Did she think he was mad at her? Why? Danny can't wrap his head around that.

"If you're… sure?"

He wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He lied.

—---

When they turn the corner to see Sam's bedroom door, their pace slows to a crawl. A few of the hall lights flicker as they pass, only walking slower and slower the closer they got to the door.

Danny stares at it.

Tucker does too.

"So.." Danny shows his teeth, he's not sure if it looks like a smile.

"You gonna knock?"

"This was your idea," Tucker whispers back, "We could still go get ice cream, if you want."

"Coward," Danny scowls, glaring at the door.

"Takes one to know one."

"Tucker."

There's a knock on the door. Danny jumps even though he saw it coming. Tucker gets a funny look on his face, despite it all. His hand is still in the air.

What a perfect moment to suddenly decide to have regrets.

He feels like running, he peaks around the other boy.

"What." 

They both freeze at the voice and stare at the unmoving door. 

Danny swings around to look at Tucker and mouths at him hurriedly, he's not even sure what he was going for. He's just desperately hoping whatever it was, Tucker can translate.

They're being quiet for too long. She's going to suspect. 

But Tucker's just standing there, looking at him with wide eyes. He'd elbow the teen if his elbow wasn't sore on that side. He throws an arm toward the door to get his point across. She isn't going to open it for Danny.

His hand hits the door.

"I said, what."

Forget the portal, this is gonna be the death of him. Standing in front of his best friend's door, panicking like a serial killer is behind it instead. He just wants to go home. Make this another day's problem.

"I-It's me! Sam.. uh, is it okay if I come in?"

Oh thank god.

The silence strains on the other side of the door. And for a second, it occurs to Danny that Sam might not want to see either of them. Tucker's been spending so much time at his house, after school let out. And today was his first day back. He doesn't actually know if Tucker and Sam have talked very much at all. Even just in passing.

He assumed they had. That would be the normal thing to do. If Danny had been out sick with a normal, average cold.

He shouldn't assume.

"Come in."

He's not sure if what he feels is a breath of relief or a punch in the gut. Is it possible for it to be both?

But he rushes for the doorknob anyway almost the second the words are out of her mouth.

Sam freezes when she sees him. Or at least he thinks she does. She's so still, but her posture looks natural, even if it's not as relaxed as it could be. 

He wants to make a guess at her expression.. he thought he saw a flicker of something. But Sam has always had a good poker face. When she wants to. It used to make him jealous how she seemed to brush everything off so easily. Like she couldn't be shoved over. Like she took everything in stride.

Danny almost bites his lip, but forces himself to hold still. He's sure he just looks constipated. 

That expression, though. He knows that one pretty well. Tucker must have walked in beside him.

"Hey, Sam? How've you been?" Tucker gives a nervous laugh and that's almost enough to make Danny frustrated. 

Things used to be so easy between them. What happened to that? When is everything just gonna be normal again?

Sam stares long and hard at them from where she lies on her bed, hardcover book in her hands. Her brows are drawn so far over her eyes, he wonders if it hurts to hold her face like that.

Danny wishes she would just say something already, he doesn't know where to start.

She turns back to her book.

"What are you doing here, Tucker?"

Danny's jaw drops open for a second, and Tucker is silent next to him. 

Tucker?

Is she just going to pretend he isn't here? He saw her a few times throughout the day. And she hadn't said anything to him. But is she really gonna flat out ignore him when he's standing right in front of her?

Does she just expect him to walk out her door with his tail between his legs and out of her life the exact same way?

Tucker??

Danny's face burns, but this time it's for a different reason entirely. He wants to snatch that book out of her hands. He wants her to look at him.

"So, what, Sam? That's it? You're not going to talk to me, you're not even going to look at me? How's that going to work out for you now that I'm back in school?" 

She actually looks surprised at him, her book half closed where it lays on her comforter.

"We've been friends since we were in middle school, but now you're done with me, huh? Just like that? One stupid mistake and you're dropping me faster than Paulina when Amber accidentally came to school wearing the same top."

She actually flinches at that and Danny almost stills his tongue. But he's so fucking angry. He doesn't want anything to change. He just wants to grab all the pieces of his life and squeeze them together until everything starts making sense again.

He's so tired.

"What happened was bad. I know I fucked up. But it's in the past now–Can you just look at me, Sam!" Danny's sure he dislodged something important in his throat cause that hurts now too. But he wants to keep going. Wants to keep screaming till the burn of tears in his eyes stops threatening to spill over. Till Sam looks up from her book again, and he can actually see past the shade her bangs draw over them.

He just wants his friends back. He wants to stop hurting. He wants his parents to stop treating him like he's a piece of glass that's gonna chuck itself out the window at the first opportunity, he wants to watch dumb You Tube videos with his best friends, he wants to go to school and isn't that a first. He wants everyone to stop looking at him like one strong breeze could take the breath out of his lungs, like he's a dead man walking, like he goddamn. Rose from the grave. He feels like he just wants to start screaming and never stop–

There's a sound like glaciers scraping over each other. It's a sound that puts his teeth on edge. And he's suddenly quieter than he thought he could be even a second before.

He hears Tucker yelp from behind him and thinks he hears Sam wheeze a breath of surprise.

He turns his head slowly, like the energy was zapped out of him. There's a pit in his stomach that says don't look–don't LOOK–

There's a mirror in the corner of Sam's room. It's taller than any of them, and wide enough for two people to squeeze in front of it. It's border has been painted over twice, but is now just a plain black, and it's had little paper bats glued to it since last Halloween.

And now the face of the mirror is splintered in dozens of cracks. A few large shards lurching out at awkward angles. 

How..

When did?

He wants to look around, see Sam and Tucker's expressions. But he's almost scared to. Neither of them had moved. Had he?

He didn't. He wouldn't have thrown something. He didn't remember throwing anything. Did he break it? He didn't break it. There's nothing on the ground near it.

Sam rolls off her bed and rises up to her feet. Danny expects her to yell. Cuss. Throw him out. Smack his shoulder. Probably his good one. 

What broke the mirror?

But she just stands there. Her hands are balled at her sides. And she's shivering in a way she shouldn't. She gives the mirror a second of her attention. Danny can see an almost bewildered look on her face and then it turns into a harsh glare like she could melt it back together, before facing Danny.

"Friends. Don't. Hurt each other," Sam grits out between her teeth, voice rough like she'd put those shards between her teeth. She has a stern look on her face, eyes to his side.

"It was stupid, Sa–" he can't even get his mouth to form the word. Like her name was stolen from his vocabulary. He shuts his eyes tight, "Sorry."

He wishes he had just stayed away. He just feels unsettled. Unnatural in a way he couldn't explain.

"It was my idea–" her voice cracks.

Sam can be as smart as a whip, but Danny has never heard her voice crack before. He felt the sting. 

But, her idea… He doesn't look at Tucker.

He wants to keep his eyes shut and never open them again. But he does.

And looks directly into Sam's violet eyes, cloudy as a storm.

"It was my idea to go down there," she chokes out, voice loud and carrying.

"It was all my fault."

Her cheeks are wet. He notices belatedly. 

He wants the rage back. He wants the nervous fiddly energy back. He doesn't want this.

"Friends. Don't. Hurt each other."

With that she breaks eye contact. And she suddenly seems as frozen as Danny does. 

"I–You," Danny heaves a breath, beyond grateful that's all it was.

"I make my own choices, Sam."

She throws her head back to look at him and now she looks angry. Teeth gritting like she's about to spit fire at him.

But that's familiar. And he's speaking again before he even fully pieces together what he's going to say and how.

"You don't control what I do. You can make any suggestion you want to. I am completely, 100% capable of making my own choices," he says as he stands up straighter, glaring back at her with what he hopes is a fraction of her ferocity, "You can't make me do anything. Yeah, it was your idea and I'm not gonna say it wasn't a bad idea, but I didn't have to agree to it!

"My parents have been working on that portal for decades. That thing has been underneath my feet for years. And they finally finished it. If you think I wasn't affected by that, Sam," he huffs a sound that sounds halfway to tears and halfway exasperated, but all the way stressed, before he levels the firmest look he can at the girl in front of him,

"I was."

And now Sam looks like the speechless one. She sweeps a rough hand through her hair as she steps a few paces away from him. Turning her back to him before swinging around again, like she thinks yelling at him again, maybe louder, is gonna change his mind and prove her guilt.

Danny beats her to it, a little bit angry again but just desperate enough that he's not confident how his voice sounds.

"It's my parents' lab. In the basement of my house. I was the one with access to it. I had the code to get in," his voice cracks. And he's not sure which is trembling more, his voice or him. 

"If I had said no, it would have put an end to the whole thing. You and Tucker would have never gotten in."

He's sure he looks like an idiot, standing there, shoulders back and chest out, like he's brave. But shaking like a leaf at the same time. He wants to think that's what the look on her face means. But no one can be that tone deaf.

"It was just, freaking, bad luck that I was the one that got hurt. It could have been any of us. it could have been all three of us."

And that makes Sam lurch forward, finally putting a voice through the mouth that had been hanging open, "But it wasn't us, it was you."

She clamps her eyes shut, and her voice is wet when she speaks again, "Every time I close my eyes, I just see you lying there, not breathing. No fucking pulse. And nothing I do is helping."

There's silence for a long moment. Danny's breath feels light in his chest as something clicks into place.

Tucker called an ambulance, but Sam did CPR. He couldn't remember if he woke up or not between arriving at the hospital and the next memory he has–It was morning. It was a whole week later. Jazz was clinging to his good arm so hard he thought she was seconds away from wrenching him out of bed to make sure he couldn't go back to sleep. The look on her face was miserable.

"From what I was told. You may not have been able to wake me up, back in the lab," Danny gulped, pausing for a long moment, "But. But you kept me alive long enough for the paramedics to get there."

Sam wasn't looking at him any more. She wasn't saying anything either. She's sitting heavily on her mattress, looking like a puppet that just had its strings cut. He wants to rip his hair out. Nothing he says is working. He can feel the water in his eyes bubbling over, and the wetness on his cheeks. He throws a desperate look at Tucker, but the other boy looks just as helplessly back at him.

"As far as I'm concerned. You and Tucker are the reason I'm still here."

A creak sounds from the bed.

Sam's shoulders are heaving and she's gripping the dark comforter like it'll fly out from under her if she doesn't.

"Can we–" he wets his lips, and just breathes for a moment.

"Can we just admit that we both made some really stupid decisions, learned some lessons I don't think either of us are ever going to forget, and go back to being normal stupid teenagers?"

Danny touches her shoulder so lightly, half worried she'll spring up and be out the door before he even has time to regret it.

And she does stand.

Slowly. She's still not looking at him. But she brings her arms up and–

There's a warmth around his neck. Light. Gentle. So gentle, like he could break. Just like everyone else. Danny wants to be frustrated.

But it's there.

And it's familiar.

"Finally!" Tucker says shakily, as he comes up behind Sam to complete the picture.

"Now.. does anyone wanna explain what the fuck is wrong with your mirror?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #ghouly tag #a Iittle vicious

[nhstadler]

A/N: I hope you’re up for some moody James S. P.. I actually wrote this bit before I wrote the scene in James’s bedroom on New Year’s Eve. I needed to figure out his motivation and thoughts and I can only do that by writing stuff down.

I did make some adjustments because there were some things in there that would have been spoilers for the main story. It’s a bit messy but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. (This takes place at the end of chapter 26)

W H I T E S   A N D   G R E Y S   A N D   P A L E   B L U E S

The glass is cold against my skin. It’s not exactly pleasant, but there is some comfort in it; in the blur of whites and greys and pale blues that passes by the window, like one of those depressing oil paintings Aunt Hermione spends hours in front at the British Museum. I watch the colours bleed into each other as the train picks up speed, taking us through mountains and valleys and forests - through the middle of nowhere. 

I’m not used to this; to having no control over myself - over whatever it is that she’s doing to me - and it’s absolutely terrifying. I fell off my broom once when I was thirteen, practising the surf-jump in our backyard, and I remember that, even as I knew I was going to hit the ground and that it was going to hurt, I wasn’t afraid. 

I broke four bones and Lilly was crying and Mum was shouting and Dad was freaking out and I still wasn’t afraid. But Seth Woodley scares the shit out of me.

Maybe it’s a good thing that she hates me now.

“Yo, James!” 

A paper ball hits my chest and I turn my head away from the window, letting it fall against the upholstered backrest. We’re only one hour into the journey and our compartment is already a mess; bits of crisps and wrapping papers coat the floor and a random snitch is hovering above our heads, thunking stupidly against the glass in regular intervals like it might yet escape. It’s annoying and I wonder how Augustus can sleep like this. He has rolled up into a tight ball in the corner as soon as we were out of London, only stirring occasionally to pull up his coat which he has draped over himself like a make-shift blanket.

“So?” Benji asks like I’m supposed to know what he’s talking about, and I frown at him as I try to pretend that I haven’t just been staring out the window like a brooding teenage vampire.

“What?”

“That Ravenclaw sixth year.” He’s slouched down in his seat, sorting out his static hair and barely registering that Freddie almost chokes on his mouthful of cola. "Are you a thing?”

It’s an innocent enough question - casual, really - but it feels like my heart spasms for a moment when I think about the crumpled red dress on the floor; about Seth in my bed. “No.”

Freddie makes a throaty sort of noise next to me but I fully ignore him. He doesn’t push it, though, because he knows. Because I can’t do this. Because she didn’t mean it. Not really. 

I thought she might. For a delusional moment I let myself believe that she might actually want me. But she was drunk and upset and her family just told her that they’d found her a husband. I’m a fucking plot device, nothing more. 

“Why?”

Benji shrugs, then yawns and sinks still deeper into his seat before pulling a chocolate frog box out of his pocket. “Just curious. She’s fit, though.” 

I watch him idly unwrap the sweet that wriggles ferociously in his grasp and then pop it into his mouth before studying the card that fell out of the packaging.

“I’ve got your Dad. Again,” he says, flipping the card around in his hand so that I can see the image. The slightly younger version of Dad frowns at me, arms crossed in front of his chest and wand in hand. I can vaguely remember how they had him dress up for this in fancy robes and how proud I was that my dad was going to be on the chocolate frog cards.

“Oh, give me that.” Freddie leans across the compartment, snatching the card from Benji’s hand, and I frown at him. It’s not like Dad isn’t in every second of these.

“What for?”

“I’ve been collecting them.” He shrugs, the usual mischievous grin in place. “I’m making a collage for Uncle Harry’s birthday… to hang up in his office.”

He’s not even joking and I snort and shake my head as he carefully slides the card between the pages of his Divination book. “Oh, he’ll love that.”

The train rattles and the snitch bumps against the roof of the compartment like a disoriented bird. There’s fog outside now, clinging to the soft curves of the hilly landscape, and I let my head drop back against the window again, trying to focus on the view. I don’t want to think about her anymore; about the phone box, and her freckles, and what it did to me when she called me James. 

This just won’t end well. For neither of us.

Freddie’s shoulder bumps softly against mine and I turn my head to look at him. Across from us, Benji has fallen asleep as well with his arms crossed in front of him and the empty chocolate frog wrapper on his stomach.

“Do you know what I think?” Freddie whispers and I roll my eyes at him because, of course, I know. He’s been relentless ever since I told him about almost kissing Seth at Slughorn’s Christmas party.

“I do. And you’re wrong.”

“I rarely am,” he says, shrugging, and I snort and shake my head. 

“Bullshit.” My voice comes out a little too loud and Augustus stirs in his foetal position, almost falling off the seat.

“Then say it.” 

“What?” I try to laugh but it sounds fake, even to my own ears, and Freddie sighs.

“Mate, look me in the eye and tell me that you’re not in love with Seth Woodley.”

I’m shaking my head again, but I can’t look at Freddie. Instead, I look up at the snitch which has resumed its futile fight against the window, tapping the glass in a steady rhythm now. It’s pathetic, really. And a little sad. 

“This is ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Freddie arches an eyebrow at me but I ignore him. Because this is complete nonsense. Because he doesn’t understand. Because I’m not in love with Woodley.

I’m not. 

I can’t be.

“Fuck this,” I growl and push myself up, catching the dumb snitch in mid-air before it can throw itself against the glass again. It’s still flapping in my palm - frantically - its silver wings scratching my skin like a feral cat, and I press my fingers against it a little harder until it finally gives up. Until it goes completely still.

#james pov #hpfanfiction #hntbaw #nextgen #jamessiriuspotter #fanfiction #hownottobeawoodley #Spotify #aesthetics #aesthetic

[moonchildstyles]

I am such a sucker for hurt/comfort and vamp Harry. I love the idea of this bond they have, that maybe he can feel when something’s wrong with yn, like especially something physical. Like maybe he’s in an important negotiation with an art curator, so when yn slips on some ice while out running errands she doesn’t want to bother him and calls Niall from the hospital. But Harry is starting to panic because his head is killing him and pain is radiating all the way from his right ankle up to his hip. He’s already trying to wrap up the meeting when Niall calls like, “don’t freak out, buuut…” and you know he would be out that door and fretting over his little human. Or maybe he had to take a quick trip to Italy and gradually throughout the day his head is feeling fuzzy and his chest hurts. And it doesn’t help that yn isn’t answering her phone! So he send Niall over and, well, yn is nearly delusional with a fever. Maybe she has like pneumonia or C**** and Harry’s trying to rush back because he did not live through centuries of plagues and diseases for his love to get ill on his watch. And just a lot of fretting and fussing and cuddling. I just miss my devoted vampy!

Omg wait wait wait🥺🥺🥺🥺 like maybe it’s not a super clear indicator like he can’t be like oh shit her arms broken or something but he just knows when something is a little off like it’s esp strong in the days after he bites but omg the thought of him going out to Italy for a quick trip and she opted to stay behind bc she’s just feeling a little exhausted from traveling already this month so she wants to sleep and she’ll see him in a couple of days:( but soon that exhausted feeling turns into her head hurting all the time no matter how much water she drinks and how much she sleeps and then she has a runny nose and her muscles ache and a sore throat and she’s just :( oh no:( h still has a couple of days until he’ll be home and she doesn’t want to worry him bc she knows how frantic he gets when she’s even just a little dehydrated so she ends up calling Niall like okay please don’t tell Harry yet but could you possibly run to the store for me and pick up this this and this I don’t feel good and but before she finishes it’s just…it’s hard to like acknowledge that she isn’t feeling good bc her head hurt so bad already and just hearing herself tell someone how bad she feels she gets a little teary and sorry Niall I just don’t feel good and I need some stuff but please don’t tell Harry yet:( and ofc Niall is so understanding and she can hear his concern when he asks “and u don’t want me to tell h? Are u sure?” And I’m sure I’m sure! I’m going to tell him soon he’s just busy rn I don’t want him to freak out and they both know that he does Freak Out but even tho she can tell niall doesn’t really want to keep this from him he still tells her okay I’ll be over soon w all ur things and y/n ends up falling asleep after but it’s h that’s starting to restless when he’s in the middle of a private consultation with a client like his head feels lots of pressure and his throat aches the way it does when he knows he’ll need to bite in a couple of days but he knows that’s not right he bit y/n just before he left so then he starts getting worried bc if this is what he thinks it is….so he excuses himself for a moment calls y/n only to have all of his calls go unanswered and now he’s getting really nervous bc what if something happened he should have stayed home w her or told her she needed to come with him and ofc his worst fears are that something terrible has happened and even tho she’s wrapped up in his scent 24/7 now that one of the blood children got a whiff and now he’s going to come home to a horror scene and oh god he should have stayed at the manor this isn’t even important who cares ab this fucking painting he needs to go go go and he’s already going back to the consultation prepared to cut it short and go home and then h gets a call and he’s thinking it’s y/n until he sees Niall’s name and what? He snaps bc now is not the time!!!! And Niall just sighs and now don’t get upset but….and Niall doesn’t get to finish before h is all What!!!!!! Is wrong w y/n what happened let me talk to her I need to know she’s okay and Niall’s like okay okay I’m not w her rn she’s sleeping at the manor but she’s pretty sick she could barely talk when she called me earlier was telling me how she didn’t want to make u worry since you’re not home and h…if he wasn’t so sure his heart was just a block of ice in his chest he would have sworn it broke in half as he tried to keep his tears back bc his love didn’t want to tell him she was feeling sick bc she didn’t want to bother him what kind of mate is he????? So he just very calmly is “okay. Thank u for telling me” and hangs up the phone before he’s back in that meeting and I have to go I’ll call you at a later date and that’s it he’s got nothing else on his mind but his love and getting back to the manor and taking care of her the way he should but he keeps calling and leaving messages and sending texts the whole way home telling her he’s on his way and that he loves her and he’s so sorry

and he’s just a nervous wreck constantly monitoring if the fuzz in his own head gets worse or if his throat feels any drier in case she’s feeling worse until he’s back at the manor and in their bedroom and he sees her under a lump of covers just her hair sticking out and some medicine and water on the bedside table and he’s so relieved he feels himself tear up now that he can hear her heartbeat and her breathing and god he hopes she’s having wonderful dreams bc she deserves if she deserves so much:( and when he crawls on the bed w her and feels her forehead and the fever she’s got he feels a bit of guilty pleasure bc this means he can wrap her up in his arms and not worry ab making her chilly from his skin and he’s slipping under the covers w her burying his face in her neck and kissing all over her pulse and telling her he loves hef sososos much even tho she’s still asleep but he just…he’s going to take such good care of her when she wakes up he knows it he knows exactly the soup to make her and he’ll make sure she takes her medicine and drink water and he’s skin to skin contact can make her feel better too so he’s already planning how he’s going to shower and cuddle w her and just 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love him🥺🥺 

#anon #ask #concept #chiaroscuro inspo #I will def be revisiting this for a full blurb I think

[ants-personal]

thinking about the longer tim is around evan and on this journey the more of his psst does come up to haunt him

At this point tim was in a ..slightly better place he moved past hornets and everything that happened he had gotten help and simply planned to leave forests and slenderman behind and not give them the opportunity to come back

Hence why he lives in his small beachy town across the country

But all this new stress and trama and habits brings him right back to that helpless confused and tragic time.

He has better coping skills at this time so it hasnt been the worse. Plus habits been lenient and let evan be in control for the most part so hes been able to deal with the anxiety easily.

That is until the nightmares hes seen evan and his nightmares everything still so fresh to him before being spit out of the woods and into tims car. Tim relates he remembers what it was like going for drives simply to clear his mind, or just staring at the cieling covered in sweat and tears till the sun came up.

But tim hasn't had one in long time and so it hits him harder then ever before bloodied corpes of his friends grabbing and dragging him over the forest ground as he scrambles and digs his nails into the dirt its so real he swears he can feeeel it under his nails. Kicking and screaming finally breaking free only to be in a dark house windows and dorrs beinng covered in dark thick branches and he tries to pry them off. The high pitch screeching starts and his vison becomes grainy and blurred screaming as the tall man grows larger in the corner.

He wakes with a shout sheets twisted over his legs sweaty and heart beating hard in his chest. Evan is standing by his side with his hands up a long deep scratch running down his arm. Eyes flickering over tim looking for any sign of injuries or potential attacks asking him if hes okay what happened.

Tim head is spinning as he pushes himself up and rubs his eyes apologizing if he freaked evan. Taking deep breaths out runnig his hands theoug his hair before dropping them as a glass of water is held out for him. He takes it as evan sits on the edge of the bed crossing his legs. He waves tim off with a half smile

"Its fine really I was more worried that you didnt have nightmares. Kinda made me feel like a wimp to be honest."

Theyd both lightly laugh at that tims hands are still shaking but the glass is empty and hes feeling better till his eyes travel along the red angry scratch running up evans forarm.

" Did .. I do that to you?"

Evan looks down at his arm and rubs at it before shrugging

" Yeah but only after i tried to wake you up. Youd think i would have learned not to do that, but i dont know You started mumbling something and jerking in your sleep..... so i tried shaking you. And pffft let me you tell you man you have the grip of like a goddamn beartrap i couldnt get my arm out."

i dont have like an ending to this scene really tim feels bad but evans fine with it really if anyrhing hes hurt friends and loves ones enough its only fair it happens to him but yeah maybe they go out to get coffee and fresh air or just sit and watch the sunrise idk really.

#everymanhornets #everymanhybrid #marble hornets #emh #mh #evan myers #tim wright #ant posts stuff