#the minute he did it girl was on the floor screaming and crying. completely I composed and begging for death

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Of Four

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none

Being a young mother of two small children, one of whom is 3 months and the other 4 years old, is something no one could have prepared you for. You knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to be easy since Lando couldn't always be there to help you with the two of them, but sometimes you thought you were gonna lose your mind.

Phoebe was 4 years old, the spitting image of her dad. She was a little lady with big brown curls and sassy attitude who always stole everyone's hearts with her personality. On the other hand, Kian was only 3 months old, usually a very calm little baby boy who was a perfect mix of both you and Lando.

This was one of those days when you wanted to jump out of your own skin. One of those days when you didn't know what to do first, who to take first, who to comfort first. Both kids were screaming crying, Phoebe because she was hungry, even though she refused to eat 20 minutes before when you asked her, and Kian because he had stomach cramps that were very painful.

While Phoebe was throwing a tantrum and rolling on the floor screaming, Kian was crying so hard that you almost cried too because you didn't know how to help him anymore. You were going crazy while waiting for Lando to come back from work duties.

Days like this didn't happen often, but when they did, you felt like you were failing as a mother. Deep down you knew it wasn't true, but you just couldn't understand how a pregnant Nara Smith manages to literally produce cereal for her children's breakfast, yet here you are, not even able to calm your two children by yourself.

"It's okay, it's okay baby boy, please stop crying" You despaired, talking softly, rubbing Kian's back and walking around the living room with him. "Phoebe, get up from the floor right now!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Can you just wait 5 more minutes until your brother stops crying? Can you please do that for me?"

"No, I want daddy!" She yelled which startled Kian and made him cry even more.

"Oh my God.." You were on the verge of a breakdown. "Shh, baby, it's okay..shh"

Thankfully, minutes after she screamed for her dad, Lando walked through the front door.

"Guys, what is going on here?" He asked taking off his jacket looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.

"Please, do something" Your voice trembled, the tears already formed in your eyes threatening to spill out.

"Baby, what's going on? Are you okay?" He approached you putting one hand on your cheek and the other on Kian's back.

"No" You shook your head. "I'm going to the bedroom to try to calm him down. Phoebe's hungry because she didn't wanna eat 20 minutes ago when I begged her to. Now she's screaming for no reason."

"I'll deal with her, don't worry, okay?" He said kissing your cheek before you left with Kian in your arms.

"Pheebs, get up, c'mon" Lando said gently pulling her up by her arm.

"Daddy" She cried with no tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked lifting her up in his arms and brushing her hair from her sweat-sticky face.

"I'm hungry"

"Okay, but have you ever been hungry for more than 10 minutes before you got to eat?" He asked walking to the kitchen with her and sitting her down on the kitchen island. "Have you?"

"No.." She said quietly sniffling and looking down at her hands.

"Baby, look at me" Lando gently lifts her chin up with his finger "You're a big sister now, and big sisters don't act this way. If your brother is crying because he's in pain, you need to be patient. No one's gonna forget about you, but you need to help mommy, and you screaming while she's trying to calm him down is not helpful at all."

Phoebe stayed silent looking at Lando with sad puppy eyes before asking "Do you l-love baby brother more than me?"

Pheebs was daddy's girl from day one. She was his first one. His everything and more. She had him completely wrapped around her finger and he knew it, but he loved it.

Since he was away a lot, he couldn't spend as much time as he wanted with his kids so he was always very lenient with them. Especially with Pheebs because she was older. She always got what she wanted and Lando was always very happy to fulfill her every wish.

He could never say no to her. How could he say no when every time when Lando goes on a race, she calls him on a video call to say "I miss you daddy, you're going to win tomorrow because you're the best" It makes his heart melt every time.

"Baby, mommy and I love you and your brother equally. There's no way we love one more than the other, okay?" He said cupping her cheeks. "But you're always gonna be daddy's little girl, yeah? My tiny princess" He starts tickling her showering kisses all over her face making her giggle.

"Will my princess eat now so we can go get ready for bed?" He asked to which she quickly agreed nodding her head.

After dinner, Lando helped her brush her teeth, put on her pyjamas and put her to bed.

"I love you, daddy." She stretched out her arms for one more hug before Lando got up and left her room.

"I love you too, darling. Good night."

Once he was done with Phoebe, he went to see where you and Kian were.

"Y/n?" He said quietly entering your bedroom with dimmed lights. You were lying on the bed next to Kian who was finally asleep. "Are you sleeping?"

"No" You answered quietly as he sat down next the two of you.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked noticing that your eyes were red from crying. "Come here" Opening his arms, he pulls you to himself.

"I'm so tired, Lan" You sob quietly into his chest. It was all just too much for you. You didn't have any time for yourself. You were with two little kids 24/7 and you just felt like you were losing yourself. "I feel like I'm losing my mind. He's still having cramps and it hurts me to see him in pain. And I feel like I'm neglecting Phoebe like I'm not giving her enough attention since he came and-"

"Y/n, baby, stop. I don't wanna hear you being hard on yourself. They're kids, they have their good and bad days. It doesn't mean we're failing as parents if they're having a bad day. You're the best, most loving and caring mom ever, but you need a break. Let me please find someone to help you out with them when I'm not home."

"No, I can take care of my own kids when you're not home" You were being stubborn. You were refusing to get a nanny even though you knew you needed it when Lando was away because both your and Lando's parents were not living in Monaco so they couldn't be there when you needed them.

"I know you can, but I need you to be okay above everything else." He says leaving a kiss on your head that was still resting on his chest.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's been such a hard day and I missed you so much"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

Later that night, when both kids were fast asleep, Lando and you finally had some time for yourselves. Both of you were in the living room on the couch in front of the TV. You were half asleep with your head in Lando's lap as he played with your hair and watched some TV show.

He smiled softly when he noticed you fell asleep. He didn't want to disturb you, but he wanted to cuddle you so he pulled you up closer to him. You laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead whispering how much he loves you and how much he's proud of you.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #f1 smut #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sukuna comforting you after a breakup

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

Word Count: 627

Notes: I don't know who needs to read this but somehow I needed to write it inspired by that edit I saw on Instagram a few days ago

Imagine Sukuna laying his eyes on your puny figure sitting on the completely destroyed sidewalk while you cry your heart out in the middle of Shibuya.

“Why the hell are you sitting there crying like a baby?”

“Leave me alone”, you mutter into your hands.

He furrows his eyebrows, body drawing closer to you. Did those words really leave your mouth? Nobody ever dares to talk to him like that. Especially not when you're all alone out here with Gojo being sealed.

“Don’t you know who I am, stupid girl?”

“I don’t give a damn about who you are. Just leave”, you bark at him.

Why? Why on earth did it end like this? You really thought you could make it, that your relationship can be saved if you put the work in it, that you’ll be able to change yourself. But then this call came in, only minutes before you arrived in Shibuya.

“It’s over, (y/n).”

It’s over. How is it supposed to be over when it didn’t even start yet? How is it supposed to be over when your heart still aches for the tender touch of your love, for the smile that haunts you in your dreams, for this one person alone? A new wave of tears swells up your puffy eyes and takes your sight, body still numb in agony. This can’t be true. It shouldn’t have ended like this.

Your heart sinks through your shaky fingertips onto the floor, bleeds out when reality hits you like a wall.

But it definitely is over.

“You’re lucky I’m having a good day.”

His voice is suddenly next to you, forces your eyes to dart up. This is Yuji. No…Just one look into his blank eyes is enough for you to realize that Sukuna himself is sitting next to you, nipping on a coke as if he isn’t the king of curses.

You should be scared. Fuck, you should scream in horror and try to run away. But instead, you just stare at him blankly. Does it even matter what happens to you anymore?

“What is it?”

“What is what?”, you try to avoid his question.

Oh god, as if it isn’t bad enough that you’re sitting here like an idiot while crying your heart out.

“What is all of this about?”

You swallow hard. There is no way out of this, no chance to escape the piercing gaze of his. You will have to tell him the truth.

“I’ve got dumped today”, you mutter.

“Dumped”, he repeats dryly.

“Dumped.”

“And that’s what you’re crying about? Some random guy?”

“It wasn’t just a random guy”, you bite back in a desperate attempt to defend yourself.

No, more like the one you imagined your future with, the one you wanted to adopt a dog or cat with, the one who was supposed to stay. But now all of this is gone in the wind. Your past, your present, your future. Everything went black.

“You know what makes me so damn strong?”

What? You blink away your tears, confusion written on your face. What on earth is he talking about?

“Because you killed countless people, are older than dinosaurs…-“

“Because I never let a love story distract me from my own strength.”

“What are you talking about?”, you huff in response, shaking your head in sheer disbelief.

What is that supposed to mean? You’re not Ryomen Sukuna, you aren’t a special grade sorcerer, you are…A no one, not even able to keep your relationship up. Fuck, you should have worked on yourself like you've promised over and over, shouldn't have started fights over things that wouldn't have changed anyway. You...You are the problem.

“Shouldn’t you be strong on your own as well?”

You have to blink a few times, mind trying to process the meaning of his words. Sukuna throws away the empty cup of coke and gets up, casually straightening his clothes before yanking your chin upwards, forcing you to stare straight into his red eyes.

“You don’t need anyone. Now get your puny self up and stop giving other people that power over you. If I see you crying over that relationship again, I’ll kill you right on the spot. Got it?”

Your heart flutters uncontrollably in your chest, hands shaking by the sheer force of his words. Why does he have to be so damn right? Why…why do you suddenly feel better?

“Got it”, you breathe out, clenching your trembling fingers into a tight fist.

Yeah, you got it.

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[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. (𝟏𝟖+)

INCLUDES | nahoya kawata, souya kawata, seishu inui

CONTENT WARNING | smut, oral (fem receiving)

NOTE | I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it! request

— SOUYA.

You sat down on the couch, frowning slightly as you looked through the collection of DVDs that were scattered on the coffee table before you.

"Did you pick a horror movie?" you called out, raising your voice so Souya could hear you from the kitchen. The sound of popcorns popping in the microwave filled the otherwise quiet room, your boyfriend's voice following suit.

"Yep." A few seconds later Souya walked into the living room, reaching into the bowl of popcorn and looking at you mischievously. "You're not scared, are you?"

You responded with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, trying to appear brave. "I'm not a pussy."

....And, boy, were you going to regret that statement.

As the movie progressed, Souya glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He noticed your tense posture and the way your fingers clenched around the popcorn bowl, your knuckles white.

"Not a pussy, huh?" he whispered against your ear, grinning teasingly. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the screen, flinching and gasping when a side character got brutally killed, his screams of agony chilling your blood.

Here goes that good nights sleep.

"Hey, uh... do you need a break?" Souya suddenly broke the silence, starting to feel genuinely concerned. He hadn't noticed before, but you looked really pale.

You nodded quietly, setting aside your pride just this once. You set the bowl on the table, trying hard to stop your eyes from welling up.

"Shit...I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that bad. Are- Are you okay? Come here." he rambled nervously, taking you by the hand and guiding you onto his lap. His hands immediately went to cup your cheeks, his lips pressing to your cheek.

"I'll be fine, it's just... a little too gory for me. Just give me a minute."

"We don't have to keep watching. It's okay."

"No, no! I'm fine. I promise."

"You don't look fine, baby. Let me help."

Before you could say anything, he was manoeuvring you both so he was on top of you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You stayed quiet as he broke the kiss and you bit the inside of your cheek when he got down on his knees and parted your legs.

"Are you serious?" you chuckled, your hand tangling in his curls. Souya nodded, winking at you.

"I was getting bored anyway. And I'd much rather hear you scream." You laid back against the couch with a soft sigh as he began taking off your pyjama pants, looking up at you from between your legs and trailing kisses up your thighs. "Relax. I'll take care of you." he whispered, sliding your underwear down your legs and discarding them somewhere on the floor. Then he began to rub circles on your clit with his thumb, slowly building up your desire for it. It wasn't long before he remplaced it with his tongue, eager to make you feel good, his determination fuelled by your moans.

— INUI.

The living room was dimly lit, intermittent flashes from the TV flickering across the space. The movie playing in the background was completely forgotten though, your moans and whimpers drowning out the screams coming from the character on screen.

Inui's hand was resting on your cheek as you rode him, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that the movie had brought to your eyes. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he began kissing down your neck, whispering words of comfort and praise against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered, his voice soothing. "I didn't think it'd scare you like this." he kissed your lips softly, trying his best to comfort you, "You're doing so good. Such a good girl for me, hm? Come on. No more crying."

You nodded, letting out a weak "okay" as the knot in your stomach tightened more and more with each passing second. Seishu's distraction technique had erased every disturbing image from your brain, turning your anxiety into lust and desire.

The sound of the TV turned into white noise the closer you got to your release, leaving only the sound of your own moans and Seishu's echoing in your ears.

— NAHOYA.

You were cuddled up against Nahoya, a blanket draped over the both of you as you held his hand tightly, your entire body tensed up in fear as you anticipated the next jumpscare.

"I thought you said you weren't easily scared...?" You tutted and slapped his arm, staying quiet.

Nahoya chuckled at your response and that was the end of it, his attention going back to the screen. But then the jumpscare flashed across the screen, catching both of you off guard. You squealed and practically jumped onto his lap, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck.

You stayed like this for a couple minutes, clinging onto him, watching the screen from the corner of your eye. You felt a small sense of comfort when Nahoya wrapped an arm around you and placed his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin in slow circles.

After a few minute his hand had not left its spot on your thigh, your skin feeling warmer from his touch. It wasn't until you began to shift to try and get off his lap that you felt it slowly trail up your leg, making you stop in your tracks.

You gave him a questioning look but he simply smirked, eyes still on the screen as he began to tug at the hem of your pajama shorts.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

"You look like you need a distraction." He chuckled quietly. "...Just focus on the movie, yeah?"

With that, his hand slipped inside your shorts, cupping you. You let out a soft gasp as he began stimulating your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, his eyes never leaving the screen as he did. You caught a glimpse of his stupid smirk from the corner of your eye, a small whimper escaping your lips when he picked up the pace.

You eventually decided to give in and make yourself more comfortable on his lap, your back now pressed against his chest, his arms holding you close as he played with your pussy, taking your mind off the disturbing things on screen.

#x reader #reader insert #souya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #seishu inui x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I have an idea for Xavier, some angst followed by fluff (my favourite genre)

So you know how Xavier can draw and bring his art to life. I like to imagine reader has a similar power, anything she writes comes to life. Xavier and her work together, this like cute power couple who make accompaniments to each others work and its sweet and lovely.

Until when all this hyde business comes along and everyones on edge, she sees xavier getting closer with Wednesday and shes like 'you know what, no, I trust you.' And they do trust each other.

But she comes back to see all her work, all her writing completely torn up, shredded, thrown across the room. Shes distraught. Wednesday and enid hear her crying and they're like, what the fuck happened, enid is comforting, wednesday is like 'I'll make this persons death slow' in her unique comforting way.

However, someone framed Xavier! And after she sees the scissors used to tear some of the paper or maybe a piece of incriminating evidence on xavier, her upset brain puts two and two together. Hes screaming and crying he doesnt understand, sort of picture a more upset Billy in the scene in scream where sidney calls the cops on him

Enid is pissed and ajax is too, and wednesday, they're all super protective and ajax gets to angry he near punches Xavier when hes determined to see her.

Of course we need a resolve so maybe Wednesday finds out that thornhill needed the two of them out of the way, she was sick of them parading around and bearing discovering her evilness.

I just need Xavier fluff to angst with some helpful friends

ok, this took so long but I did it! this is a bit bad.

I DON'T GET IT

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: swearing.

"go away" you sobbed as you heard a knock on your door. you were in a fetal position, curled up on your floor, looking at all the paper with your writing torn all over the floor.

but the door opened anyway.

-2 weeks ago-

"this is wednesday" Xavier said with a smile, motioning to the girl next to him with a big smile on his face

"Hi, I'm Y/n" you greeted

"ok, so me and Wednesday have something to do. bye babe" he said before dragging her away

you sighed and turned to go to your dorm.

-

you saw them everywhere together, in the halls, in the quad and in class. they were always together

"I bet it's nothing, he wouldn't do anything" Yoko shrugged

And it was true, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, especially with another girl.

you trusted them, Xavier wouldn't do anything, and Wednesday didn't even seem interested in him. but that didn't stop you from getting Jealous, there was barely a time that Xavier even talked to you that week.

all you wanted was for your boyfriend to come see you. so you didn't really hesitate to write what you wanted.

'I wish Xavier would spend time more time with me' you wrote.

5 minutes later there was a knock on your door, you stood up from your chair to open the door

"Hey, sweetheart" Xavier smiled down at you

"Hi, Xav" you beamed

"can I come in?" he asked, you stepped aside and let him in.

you guys ended up talking for hours.

you were happy about seeing him again, upset that it needed your writing to make it happen.

-A week ago-

you had gotten closer to Wednesday, her gaining your full trust and becoming friends.

Xavier begun hanging out with you more and you happy about that. but then the Monster started putting people on edge and paranoid

-

you sat next to Xavier in Thornhills class. he moved closer and gave his notebook to you, letting you pick a drawing.

you flipped to a page, seeing a drawing of butterfly. you smiled down at it and pushed the book closer to him, he hovered his hand over the page, making it fly of the page.

it circled around your head. you turned your head as it flew around you with a grin on your face

you giggled as it landed on the table you sat at.

"this isn't the time for your animations, Mister Thorpe" Thornhill stated

"sorry" he apologised, bringing the butterfly back to the page. he sighed as he looked at you with a soft sad smile.

you had an idea and opened your book, writing down what you wanted.

after a minute, Thornhill's vase with a plant in it fell off her table and smashed on the floor, glass and water spilling.

you rubbed it off your page, getting rid of any evidence that you were the reason for it.

Xavier laughed under his breath and smiled at you sneakily.

-an hour ago-

you had gone back to your room. you had no classes today and you wanted to clean yourself to find your writing ripped up and thrown all over the floor.

-now-

"what happened?!" Enid cried

"I don't know! I came in here and found it like this" you sobbed, pausing to sniffle

"do you know who it was?" Enid asked

before you spoke, Wednesday stopped you

"Xavier. his ring is on the floor" she states, picking it up and examining it

"I know, I noticed that" you said wobbly

the pieces of paper had claw marks, traced with lead pencils

"not to mention this" wednesday said, lifting another piece of paper, showing the drawing of the butterfly from a week prior.

"I know, I just don't get why he would do this" you sniffled

"don't worry, his death with be painful and slow" she smirked

"what?" you choked on your tears

"nothing" her deadpan expression scared you

"it will be ok, I promise" Enid comforted, sitting down beside you and wrapping her arms around you

------

"Enid told me what happened, are you ok?" Ajax panted as he ran into your room

"No" you shook your head, more tears falling down you your face

"hey, hey, hey. it's ok, it's going to be ok. Xavier is fucking asshole you don't need him" he pressed, coming to your side and comforting you. he looked really mad

"just stay with us for a while" Enid cooed

"you don't need him" Wednesday said

-----

it had been an hour and they were still all there by your side. you had grown tired and started falling asleep on Enid shoulder

there was a rushed knock on the door.

"Y/n! let me in! I need to talk to you" Xavier yelled frantically through the door, all three of your friends looked at each other, angry looks on their faces. Ajax got up from his position to go to the door

"just hear me out!" Xavier yelled before the door flew open

"the only thing we want to hear is you leaving" Ajax said

"where's Y/n?" Xavier asked anxiously

"doesn't matter. she's not talking to you, now leave" Ajax demanded

"No, you don't understand-"

"-leave before I stone you, Xavier. don't make me repeat myself"

"I didn't-" Xavier had tears forming in his eyes

"there is evidence that it was you" Wednesday said, standing beside Ajax

"it wasn't me! I swear. believe me!" Xavier pleaded

"you're going to wake her up" Enid called

"I don't care, she needs to know it wasn't me"

"Xavier, leave" Ajax said through gritted teeth

"please" he begged, he began crying

"is that Xavier?" you whispered to Enid

"they're getting rid of him, don't worry" Enid smiled softly

"Y/n!" Xavier yelled out to you. looking over Wednesday's and Ajax's heads to see you

"let me see her!" he said to Ajax

"she doesn't want to see you" Wednesday replied bluntly

"you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her" Xavier cried

"Xavier, fucking leave right now" Ajax yelled at him

Xavier pushed past your two friends, entering your room, seeing your tear stained face as you sat on the floor

"baby, you know I would never do this to you" he said carefully

"there's evidence" Enid rolled her eyes

"what evidence, there's no way that I did this!" Xavier screamed before looking in your redshot eyes "you should know I would never do this, I love you"

"then why was your ring and drawing found on the floor" Wednesday questioned, holding the two in her hands

"No, I lost that ring 2 days ago! that drawing is in my notebook" Xavier cried

"show us then" Ajax shrugged simply

Xavier pulled out his notebook from his bag, flipping through the pages, he noticed it was missing

"what? is it not there?" Wednesday asked smugly

"No! no, it was in here! I don't rip my drawing out!" Xavier ran a hand through his hair

"or is that just a cover up?" Enid said

"you guys aren't even letting Y/n speak!" Xavier looked at you, breathing heavily as he started crying "what do you think, what do you want?"

"I want you to leave" You murmured. Xavier barely heard what you said, But Ajax heard clear as day as he stood behind him

"What?" Xavier said under his breath

"it's time for you to leave" Ajax glared at him, grabbing Xavier arm and pulling him to the door

"No! don't fucking touch me! you seriously think I did this, you're my bestfriend!?" he screamed

Enid stood up and stood in front of the tall boy "leave, none of us want you here, asshole" she spat, pushing his back. Xavier didn't exactly stumble back, but he moved his foot back at he shifted

"I'm not fucking leaving, I didn't do it!" Xavier shouted

"hey!" Ajax yelled in his face "leave before I fucking stone you"

"what the hell is wrong with you!" Xavier scoffed

Ajax punched Xavier in the face before shoving him out the door and slamming it in his face

"I think that hurt me more than it hurt him" He winced, shaking his hands.

"I'm sorry you felt the need to do that" you apologised softly

"I would do it again" he said, hugging you

-----

a week after the incident. Wednesday thought that something about it felt odd. So she investigated it further as she helped with the hyde situation.

soon after that she found the claw in Xavier's shed. so she knew that is was him.

But once the information that it was it was Tyler with the Help of Thornhill came to her attention. she felt stupid.

"so, you're saying it wasn't Xavier?" you asked, confused

"that's what I'm saying, yes. I did some further digging and found Xavier's missing ring underneath his bed while I still had the one found on your floor" she explained

"I don't know why we would even believe it was him. why would he leave one of his drawings on your floor? that's just stupid. he wouldn't just rip it out for you to know it was him who 'did' it. besides, he does love you" she finished

"Xavier's going to hate me!" you cried

"he doesn't. I saw him before I came here" she stated

"so should I go see him?" you questioned nervously

"I don't know why you're still here"

you started running to his dorm room to apologise

before you knocked on his door, it opened. revealing a nervous Xavier with a black eye

"I'm so sorry" you sighed

"I'm sorry that happened to you" he replied. you slowly wrapped your arms around his tall figure.

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#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022 #enid sinclair #ajax wednesday #ajax petropolus

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part One)

Summary: The Black widow is taking her final steps to join S.H.I.E.L.D in the heart of Budapest. A young widow has been discarded. Will Natasha’s guilt get the better of her?

Word Count: 689

Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/content: None for this part

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“We need confirmation Dreykov’s in the building” the spy said as his eyes wondered over the device in front of him. “His car is pulling up now” the assassin said, a thick Russian acent present in her words. She watched as a young girl exited the car and was ushered inside. Her eyes moved up to the second floor, the girl passing through each window frame. At the end of the hall, the brunette entered an office. The widow watched as a figure spun on his chair and greeted the girl. This was wrong, but this would make things right. Right? Guilt ran through her blood. The redhead dropped her vision to the right side of the building, and there she saw it. There she saw you.

You looked to be no older than 7 or 8, a large man was dragging you by the wrist, out into the cold winter evening. You were crying, sobbing, screaming. He threw you down on the concrete and with no hesitation turned around and walked away. You crawled to the door and banged your tiny fists against it. “Natasha, we clear?” She brought her communications device to her mouth, eyes still painted on you. People continued to pass by you without a care in the world. You cowered away from every wondering gaze, so afraid they would bring you more harm. Your frail body violently shook with each cry. Natasha took a deep breath “wait a minute”

Before Clint could even respond, Nat was out the car door and crossing the road, completely out in the open and risking everything. She paused briefly at the corner, studying you. You sheepishly returned to the door, trying the handle this time “please” you whimpered “I be good. I pam- I pwomis” the ex-widow knew those words all too well. She knew how you felt, and she would be dammed if you carried this hurt for the rest of your life. Natasha approached your fragile body with caution, she crouched to your level a few feet away. “Hey there” she softly spoke. You turned your gaze towards her, slowly, you eyed her with caution. “My name’s Natasha” the stranger said to you “what’s yours?” The question floated around for a moment, your voice now lost and dead to the world. “Why don’t we get you out of here? Somewhere warm and safe?” She reached out her hand and you pondered her intentions. Was she here to hurt you too? Or was she worth your trust? You looked back to the steel door, they didn’t want you anymore, you were there thrown out trash, where else did you have to go? Could anywhere really be worse? You turned towards the pale redhead woman, your eyes raw and burning. You took a leap, or rather step of faith and stumbled towards her outstretched arms.

“All clear” Natasha spoke into her coms as she pulled the car door closed. Within seconds, the building went up in flames. Rubble began to fall from the sky and the noise had you on high alert. “It’s ok” she said as she held you close “you’re safe now. Safe with me” Natasha pulled you into her chest as she began to drive away “saf” you whispered “yeah, safe” Natasha repeated. Before long, the motions of the car lulled you into a slumber. Natasha was shaking, so afraid, but her guilt was long forgotten. She turned the wheel so carefully, braked with ease as to not wake you. Was she crazy? This was crazy. A young girl laid in her arms, a young girl who needs love and care. How was she to give that to you?

The assassin turned onto the large green field, a shield jet waiting for her arrival. She stumbled out of her car, you still sound asleep against her neck, herself still shaking. “Who’s this?” Clint asked as the young woman approached with another young woman accompanying her. “She-she was outside” Natasha began “I couldn’t just, I couldn’t. They just threw her out” she explained, tears now escaping her “let’s get you both on the jet” Clint smiled.

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Part one of a new story :))))

The parts will get longer I just wanted to start with something short to see the interest

-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #clint barton #clint x natasha

[flashbangstars]

How you and NCT dream met, (college version< 333) weirdly specific

your lovely writer is in college, so I wanted to make this like lowkey realistic because that's funny to me

Mark

you work at the university's tech center part time because you're broke and kinda know technology, women in stem am I right.

he came in one day the minute y'all opened looking like he literally ran there, his computer was in a separate bag and he placed it on the counter and stared at you helplessly

"I spilled a fucking water bot- I'm sorry I spilled a water bottle over my keyboard and my thesis is due in three hours please for the love of god can you help me.

you felt kinda bad, because with the damage he was describing it was going to take way more than three hours

"I'm really sorry, I think the earliest I can get this back to you is by tomorrow afternoon"

he looked like he was about to cry and you momentarily contemplated giving him one of the lollipops from the bowl of the counter but decided against it.

checking the clock, you didn't get off for another five hours, rifling through your backpack and pulling your laptop out of it placing it on the table

"ok here's what I can do, if you can work in the student center across the hall and promise you will get this back to me when your done, you can use mine so you can have it finished. Just leave your ID with me"

he picked his head out of his arms eyes wide, "I could fucking kiss you"

"I WON"T SORRY"

"no but thank you so much oh my god"

three hours when he returned, your laptop was unscathed and he looked a little less panicked

"thank you so much, seriously you are a complete life saver"

and when you opened your computer to a sticky note stuck on the screen saying "to the cute tech girl, I'm mark xxx-xxx-xxxx"

Renjun

it was 2 am on a thursday night before finals weeks, and you had been studying for weeks for the for your finals.

you currently were in desperate need of caffeine and new pens

the cvs was right below your apartment and 24 hrs, lowkey a safe haven at this point the amount of time you spend there

you were going down the aisle and found the pilot g2s in a pack for four black ones, and the last pack.

when all of a sudden, a small pale hand snatched it from the shelf as you were reaching for it.

"excuse me, I was grabbing those"

and the perpetrator looked at you and blinked "well I had it first"

"I was literally reaching for it, like you saw me hand out"

"well sorry"

AND HE JUST WALKED AWAY WITH YOUR PENS??

so you left cvs empty handed. you did have a coconut red bull though, but watching him check out as you left was painful

when you go to the elevators for your apartment, the double doors open and there he is the pen snatcher himself.

"so are you stalking me now?" you say little bit out of spite over the loss of your pens

"god I literally live here" he says the cvs bag in his other hand a stark reminder of your loss from earlier

and when he asked you to push the same button for your floor you almost screamed

"so what finals are you studying for" he asked from the other corner of the elevator.

squinting your eyes a bit, and scanning him over once.

he's a pen stealer AND he's hot??? what the fuck

"nursing, I'm up to my neck in flashcards" you finally answering giving in

"I'm engineering, I understand your pain

you two both spend the walk to your apartments talking about finals and the mental anguish you were both in until you go to your door

"you live here?" he glanced at your door, and then at the one next to you. with a nervous laugh he rubbed his neck and looked at you again "I guess we are neighbors"

HOT PEN SNATCHER IS YOUR NEIGHBOR??

later that night a knock at your door sounded, and when you opened the door, two pilot g2 pens were sitting on a flashcard that read "from your neighbor, Renjun :)"

Jeno

you and him were in a good amount of gen ed classes (for my friends who don't know what that is - its like math, english, science -non major specific classes)

he always sat in the back where you were and sat a couple seats over

but yall had never talked, like you would do that weird eye contact on the quad like, oh i sit next to you in this class, but you never say hi

one day you got assigned to be in a group together for a project, and things went downhill

"do you have any idea what we are supposed to be doing?"

"uhh no... do you?"

you both stared at each other for a second before realizing you're both kinda fucked

"ask him" you say pointing at the guy next to him

"no that's weird, I don't know him" Jeno said whisper yelling at you now

"You don't know me either?" you argue getting annoyed

"We've sat next to each other every class since the semester started, Yes I know you?"

oh, realizing you had never noticed he always was sat there

"I literally give you extra space for your big ass pencil bag"

now looking over the desk and noticing his things we scrunched into one corner in fact leaving you the bigger half of the desk leaving him with really only a notepad and water bottle in his space

"oh... well thank you" you nod feeling your face get hot at the small gesture

"my name is jeno though" he said

" I know your name is jeno, I'm y/n. thank you for the.. the desk space"

he smiled eyes disappearing into two little crescents

"no problem! so do you maybe wanna come over to mine tonight to work on the project" he asked eyes darting between your two eyes

"Yeah, that would be great" you said forgetting that with the in class 90 minutes you probably would be able to finish, but you were also so so down to go over and "finish the project"

(you ordered food and watched movies, and may have smooched a bit)

Haechan

you were bored one evening laying in bed on a thursday, being in college ment you either had a lot of down time, or literally none at all

opening up the tinder app you starting swiping out of boredom and seeing who would pop up

Haechan 21, was your third eligible bachelor to show up on the queue

you weren't gonna lie he was attractive, he had brown hair and and brown eyes and surprisingly as a male, knew how to pose in photos

swiping right, the big blue words "IT'S A MATCH" flashed across the screen and a odd sense of pride swelled in your chest that he had swiped on you first

switching over to spotify changing your music almost immediately a text bubble popped up on the screen

New message from haechan

wow he works fast

opening up tinder again you braced yourself for whatever monstrosity that could be awaiting you in the dm

but it was a simple "hey : )"

responding back with a "hey handsome" because you were feeling bold and this is the internet, throwing your phone down on the bed and throwing a sweatshirt on to complete the trek downstair to the vending machine for late night snacks

perks of university housing, snacks available whenever

leaving your room and making it to the elevator, settling into the corner for the ride down 10 floors

a couple floors later the doors open to another floor

a pair of feet shuffle in and stand across from you in the other corner

"so you think I'm handsome?"

disadvantage of university housing EVERYONE LIVES THERE

snapping your head up from your phone to be met with none other than the Haechan 21 from your tinder spree.

"nice to meet you, I'm haechan but you already knew that" he said placing his hand out to shake, you stared at the frustratingly pretty hand and against your better judgement, shook it

"y/n"

"would you wanna join me on my snack run" he said now staring softly at you still holding your hand.

"hmm, why not"

Jaemin

you had a routine, every monday, wednesday and friday.

wake up at 6, leave at 8, call mom and get coffee, then finally go to class at 9:35

on this monday, you decided to go to the new starbucks on campus in the student center, phone pressed against your ear your mom updating you on the family & life and vice versa

"one second mom" putting the phone to your side and ordering your drink

"can I have a venti Iced americano with a extra shot and 4 pumps of vanilla please"

The barista smiled and this is weird, had really pretty teeth?

asking for your name and writing it on the side of your cup

"I like your scarf" the barista with the pretty smile said pointing to th striped scarf wrapped around you

"oh thank you" you say pressing the phone back to your ear and walking away from the register.

"y/n" pretty barista called your name and placed your drink on the counter sliding it towards you with a devastatingly pretty smile

this part of your routine continued for the next two weeks, pretty barista and you turning out to have little conversations every time you ordered and him complimenting something about your outfit each time you went and then you'd leave and continue your phone call

pretty barista had worked himself a good 5 minutes of conversation time into your routine

on a tuesday when you were walking home from the library your name got called from behind you

turning, the one and only pretty barista was jogging towards you

"I knew it was you from the scarf, you always wear it" he said grasping one end of the scarf softly in his hands

his breath turning into vapor as he spoke due to the cold

" I tried really hard these last two week but I don't think you ever noticed so I figured I was gonna have to do it in person" he said rubbing the back of his neck

"ehh?" you said head tilting and focusing on not staring at only his pretty smile

"well uh, I wrote my number on your cup at least like 4 times these last two weeks and I watch you never actually notice and then just throw your cup away, you know you're really a creature of habit?" he said now conversation flowing more comfortably

"OH my god I'm so sorry" you say now remembering all the times he would personally hand you your drink and smile.

"it's ok! but do you actually want to go out sometime and talk? when I'm not in a apron?" he asked

you laughed softly and smiled back " I would love that" looking down at your phone now at the new contact "I'll text you Jaemin"

and you watched him jog back to the student center, in the same green apron you has grown accustomed to him being in

Chenle

you and "czhong" had been arguing in the floor group chat for thirty minutes now.

this was a regular occurance, he would say some dumb shit, you would argue back and the whole floor would have to bear witness to your petty argument for however long it lasted.

as of right now he was arguing why it was fair for you to blast harry styles in the shower, and he wasn't allowed to blast justin bieber when he showered

the problem was, when you did it. it was 3 pm during the day when most students were away, WHEN HE DID IT it was midnight on a fucking school night

standing outside the men's bathroom and yelling SHUT IT OFF did nothing to quell the issues so you had reverted to the group chat again

and this fucker was texting you, FROM THE FUCKING SHOWER

your rivalry between you two was vicious and he was in fact your sworn enemy

currently it was ass o clock on a sunday night and you were working a paper with a dying computer, and your charger was in the science lecture hall, halfway across campus that was definitely locked.

y/n: does annnyyyooonneee have a macbook charger I can borrow??

absolute crickets in the gc

czhong: I do > : )

please god no

czhong: if you need it, come to D402

why were the gods punishing you now? what had you done to deserve this in a past life

begrudging you grabbed your laptop and slide on your slipper and stomped across the dorm floor to the harrowing door of your sworn enemy

knocking aggressively and stepping back waiting for your impending doom

the door swinging open to reveal him, (why tf is he hot) standing hip popped and propped against the door frame

"well well well, what do we have here" he said giving you a very obvious once over

"hand over the charger and no one gets hurt" you said extending your hand.

"uh uh, you gotta do it in here, I only have this charger and I will not part with it" he said walking further into the room leaving the door open for you

what the fuck????

against your better judgement AGAIN you walked into the room

of course he had the one single room on the floor

he gestured to the desk against the wall with the charger cord on it and pulled out the chair for you. smiling evily the entire time.

plopping down you opened your computer plugged it in and put your headphones on, as he went back to his bed and took his laptop out and placed it back onto his lap

somehow, three hours passed of you spending time in the enemy's lair. you both working in a silent lull.

closing your laptop at the 3 am mark. you looked towards the bed again and stood up. "thank you" you said genuinely and he smiled

" you know I think we work well, let me know if you ever wanna borrow the charger or just come keep me company" he said leaning his back against the wall and and looking all SMUG

scoffing and walking to the door and opening it, you turn around one last time staring him down.

"fine"

Jisung

it had been a fucking day.

you had woke up late for lecture and had to embarrassingly walk in ten minutes late taking a spot in the back

you had slept terribly and had finally gotten to be 2 hours before your alarm was supposed to go off

now you were fighting off sleep aggressively in class , you had a hour left to go and were currently losing the battle in staying awake

placing your elbows on the desk and feeling your head slowly nod off you contemplated the idea of slip and slowly slide forward on the desk

until

BANG

a giant crash sounded throughout the entire room and the class all moved to stare at you

you had slide down your desk, and had knocked your hydroflask off the desk onto the tiles floor causing a fucking loud ass crash throughout the entire lecture hall

you could die right now actually

take me now please

hanging your head as the class laughed at the mishap a second loud crash sounded throughout the room

whipping your head to the side, making eye contact with the boy who sat down your room, staring back at you already. his hand positioned at the end of his desk in a sweeping motion

had he pushed his water bottle of his desk.... in .... solidarity of you??

had he really pulled a freshman 101 mistake to help with the mass amount of embarrassment you were facing

more importantly, was he single??

smiling back at him and nodding you acknowledged his sacrifice in your honor

once class had finally ended you packed your things and ran out of there as fast as you could to escape imminent embarrassment

until you realized you had forgot one thing

your fucking water bottle

turning around with the shame weighing heavy on your shoulder you came face to face with your prince charming once again, now holding a yellow water bottle in addition to his black on that sported a new dent

" you forgot this" he said extending the hand that held yours

"do you happen to be single" fuck it

his face flushed red entirely and he stifled a laugh out of shock

"im sorry let me try that again" clearing your throat and making eye contact "I'm y/n it's nice to meet you, are you free currently"

his face started to lose a bit of the redness and the hand that had been covering up the bottom half went down and rested at his side

"jisung, and I totally do happen to be free right now" he said

"how convenient!"

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the tinder elevator thing lowkey happened to me, but he wasn't smooth and cool about it. he just stared at me and then messaged me about it after. men suck lowkey

#jisung park #jisung #mark lee #mark #lee haechan #haechan #jeno lee #jeno #na jaemin #jaemin #renjun #huang renjun #chenle #zhong chenle #nct #nct dream #nct dream fic #nct dream drabbles #nct dream imagines #mark lee imagines #mark lee fic #mark lee drabbles #renjun imagines #renjun fic #renjun scenarios #renjun drabbles #jeno fic #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno drabbles

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Nobody's Fool: Chapter 23

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

MasterList

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

“I’m home, loudly announcing my arrival, to make sure it’s safe to come in!” Jen yelled as she walked in the door the next afternoon. “So, you better cover anything you don’t want me to see!”

“You’re safe,” you muttered, walking out of your bedroom wrapped in your comforter. 

“Where’s Eddie?” Jen asked.

“Not here,” you said, turning to face your friend.

Jen took one look at you and knew something had gone horribly wrong. Red, puffy eyes full of sadness gazed up out of the little hole you'd left so you could see as you maneuvered through the house, comforter dragging on the floor. Your skin was splotchy, red and white patches all along your cheeks and nose. You looked completely beaten down.

“Shit, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you groaned. “Only what was inevitably going to happen so it’s fine.”

“What was inevitable?”

“Me and Eddie splitting up,” you stated as if it should be obvious. 

You walked over to the couch, plopping down on it, staying safely wrapped in your cocoon of warmth. You had spent much of the night after Eddie left not sleeping, crying into your pillow, trying to convince yourself that this was all for the best. This was going to happen eventually anyway, right?

“How in the hell were you two splitting up inevitable?” Jen demanded, following you into the living room. “Hey, what the hell happened last night? He was supposed to be coming and cooking you dinner. You guys were going to have a romantic night together. How did you guys go from dinner to not being together anymore?”

“He told me he loves me,” you replied, your voice coming out in a whimper.

“What? He did? That’s amazing. But wait. Shit. The dreaded ‘l’ word. What did you do? Oh no, tell me you didn’t freak out on him when he said it.” Jen stood there, waiting, as you sat silently. “Girl, freaking talk to me! What in the hell happened last night?”

“I yelled at him not to say it!” you shrieked. “I told him he didn’t love me and he needed to stop saying it!”

“Goddammit! Why would you do that?”

“Because this was supposed to be casual! This was supposed to be fun! We weren’t supposed to fall in love with each other! I didn’t want him to say that to me” you cried. “That goddamn word is like a fucking curse! The minute it gets said, everything starts to fall apart! The minute he said that, it was the beginning of the end! So, it may as well end now anyway before it completely destroys me.”

“Oh my god,” Jen groaned. “I could seriously throat punch Sebastian. Did you seriously fuck up this amazing thing you have with Eddie because you can’t get over what one asshole did?”

“It’s not just him,” you said stubbornly.

“Okay, you’ve had a string of duds! You chose badly a few times and they were dickheads. Well, guess what? Most of us do! You have to kiss a few toads before you find your prince charming! How many losers have I dated before finding Kyle?” Jen screamed at you. “Fuck! How do you not see how amazing he is for you? Why are you trying to sabotage this wonderful thing in your life?”

“Because he was just going to leave me eventually anyway! Everybody leaves, Jen!” you yelled. “Everybody! I wasn’t enough for my dad to stick around. I wasn’t enough for my mother to ever find a single goddamn reason to love me. I wasn’t enough to keep Sebastian interested or happy. I wasn’t enough for any other guy! I am never enough! Something about me makes people leave! I am not worthy enough or good enough for anyone to stay! It was only a matter of time before Eddie figured out he could do a hell of a lot better than me, and if it’s going to happen, then better now than later when it would hurt ten times worse.”

“Jesus,” Jen sighed, shaking her head. “First of all, don’t you stand there and say everyone leaves you. I’m here! I have been here for the last five years and I will always be here. I have always thought you were worth it.”

“I know, I didn’t mean you,” you grumbled.

“Yeah, you better not. Secondly, some parents suck. They just do. Tons of people out there have shitty parents and family drama. My mom is awesome and I am blessed to have her, but my dad took off and couldn’t care less about me. Guess what? His bullshit is not a reflection on who I am as a person. You didn’t choose your parents. You got dealt a shitty hand, and that sucks. But your mom and dad do not decide who you are. They don’t get to dictate your worth and you definitely don’t have to let them steal your happiness.”

You looked up at your friend, tears filling your eyes. You wanted to believe it so desperately. You wanted to feel like you were worth something, like maybe somebody could believe you were worthy of love, that you were worth enough to stick around for.

“Sweetie, you are not your mom or your dad. You are one the kindest, most hard-working, driven, strong, and intelligent women I know,” Jen said, sitting down next to you. “You deserve love. You deserve happiness. Don’t let a few assholes ruin that for you. Eddie is that happiness. I can see it. I know you think it hasn’t been long enough, but who decides how long you have to know someone before you know? I’ve watched you two together. You guys are perfect for each other, and he makes you smile in a way I have never seen you smile before. Girl, I have never seen you so happy, ever, as you are when you’re with him. You say you don’t, but I know you, and you love him too. I hate to see you do this to yourself.”

“Well, it’s already done,” you huffed, resigned. “It’s over. He basically said he’s sick of dealing with me.”

“No he didn’t,” Jen scoffed. “I don’t believe for a second he said that.”

“Maybe not that exactly, but that pretty much sums it up,” you muttered. “He said I was exhausting and he said fuck this and he walked out the door.”

“To be fair, you are a bit exhausting,” teased Jen, bumping her shoulder. “I mean, you are all of those things I just said but you are also a bit tiring. It’s hard trying to constantly build you up when you just keep trying to tear yourself down.”

“Gee, thanks for that. I’m sorry I’m such a shitty friend,” you mumbled.

“Jesus, that’s not what I’m saying and this is exactly what I’m talking about,” groaned Jen. “You have got to stop doing that. You have got to stop seeing yourself as less than anything. How are you ever going to be happy like this? You have to let it go. Deal with your childhood trauma and move on, girl. If you can’t do it on your own, then talk to someone. I’m not trying to sound harsh. Your mom is a bitch. She’s a freaking narcissist and she is never going to give you what you need. Let her go. Your dad is a piece of shit who is more worried about his happiness than yours. Let him go. Sebastian is a manwhore and a giant piece of trash who didn’t realize what an amazing girl he had. Let him go. But, for the love of God, if you’re going to hold onto anything, hold onto Eddie. Girl, grip that man tightly with both hands. I am telling you, you’re never going to find another one of him.”

You heard Jen, and you knew she was right. You were pathetic, constantly dragging all this shit around. It was so heavy and every step you took it just added up and got heavier until it felt like you were dragging a semi truck behind you everywhere, on the verge of collapsing and being crushed under its weight. You were tired, so tired, of working so hard to try to guard yourself from anything that might hurt you.

And you knew Jen was absolutely right about one thing. You were absolutely, completely, unequivocally in love with him too. It terrified you. You'd tried to stop yourself but it was futile. The man was perfect in every way and you had completely fucked everything up. The minute he walked out the door, you regretted every stupid time you had tried to push him away, but how would you ever get him to give you another chance? You didn’t deserve one.

“Hey? Are you going to talk to him?” Jen asked.

“I don’t know,” you groaned. “He’s tired of all of my shit and I don't blame him. I’m tired of all of my shit.”

“What he’s tired of is being kept at a distance,” Jen reasoned. 

“How would you know?”

“Him and I may have talked a few times,” your friend admitted. “He just wants to be close to you. He’s not scared of your shit. He just wants you to share it with him. Eddie wants to know everything about you. He worked so hard to get past the barriers. Just take them down and let him walk in. I promise you, he’s going to be okay with it all.”

“Maybe,” you mused, holding your head in your hands. Jesus, your head felt like it was going to explode, lack and sleep and sobbing were not a good combination. “Look, I have to get ready for work and this is just a lot right now.”

Jen reached out, placing her hand on your arm, “Okay, just take a breath and go to work. Just, please promise me that you’ll think about everything I’ve said?”

“I will,” you agreed. “I promise. I will, but right now I just need to set it to the side. This has been too much at once and I just need a bit. Maybe I need to give each of us a day or two to calm down and think and then I’ll try to talk to him.”

You headed into your room to get ready for work, trying to put everything to the back of your mind, but those beautiful chocolate eyes kept pushing their way right back to the front. 

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“Damn girl, you okay?” Joey asked as you walked into work that night. 

You had done your makeup and hair, trying to hide evidence of how you were feeling. You had put on a Motley Crue shirt that you had turned into a tank by cutting off the sleeves and denim shorts. You had thought you'd done a pretty good job of covering up how you were absolutely falling apart, but evidently you'd not done good enough.

“I’m fine, why? Are you trying to say I look like shit?” you asked harshly.

“What? No,” Joey said, shaking his head, emphatically trying to course correct. “You look amazing like always. I just, your face…I mean, your face is beautiful. I don’t mean it’s not. You just look sad.”

“Yeah? Well, mind your own business because I’m not sad. I’m fine,” you grumbled, moving past him to go drop your bag in the back office. 

A couple hours into your shift and you were feeling a bit better. The bar was busy and busy meant you had things to occupy your mind. You were running back and forth, serving drinks and food, wiping down tables, and restocking the bar. Joey yelled that you needed another keg brought out so the two of you headed into the back to grab one. 

You were connecting the tap when you felt him. You would have felt him anywhere. Your eyes instinctively moved to the door to see Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth walking into the bar. Eddie was swaying slightly on his feet as if he’d already pre-gamed before they had arrived. He caught your eye and the look he gave you froze your blood to ice before they headed to a table.

Fuck. If he was so angry with you, why the hell did they even come here? He had to have known there was a good possibility he would see you. This was where you worked, for fuck’s sake. So much for trying not to dwell on him tonight. So much for your plan of letting things calm down.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” Joey said, grabbing the empty keg to take to the back. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you stated simply, checking the tap to make sure it was connected correctly and to let all the bubbles out.

“Oh shit, well that explains the sad face.”

“I’m not sad!” you snapped. “Fuck, just take the keg to the back and mind your own business.”

“Damn, sorry,” he muttered.

Fuck. Now you were snapping at Joey. This night could not possibly get worse. You instantly wanted to eat your words as Eddie began stumbling up to the bar. Oh my god, what was he doing?

“What’s with the service around here?” he slurred, glaring at you. “We’ve been sitting there waiting for someone to come get us drinks.”

“You’ve been here for two minutes Eddie,” you responded. "I was busy replacing the keg."

“Oh…that’s right. When princess is the bartender, you have to chase her down if you want anything but don’t expect to ever get it,” Eddie stated. “She’s always running away and you can’t ever fucking catch her.”

“Please stop,” you begged, closing your eyes. “This is not the place.”

“No? It’s not. So, what is the place? When is the time? Tell me when would work for you because you are the one who always gets to decide, right?”

“Not here and not now.”

“Fuck you,” he spat and you could feel tears prickling at the backs of your eyelids. You swallowed them down, refusing to cry in the middle of the bar where everyone could see. “Fuck you princess. You led me on for weeks but you’re just a goddamn ice queen. Nobody’s allowed in. Nobody can penetrate that cold fucking armor you wear.”

“Eddie, stop!” you pleaded, noticing all the eyes in the bar turning to you. You knew you deserved every bit of anger he was throwing at you, but you also knew this could escalate very quickly.

“Yeah, because you think you get to tell me what to do! You think you get to tell me how I feel or what I’m allowed to say! You’re just a goddamn coward!”

“And you’re drunk.”

“Yep, sure am,” he slurred, grabbing the bar as he swayed to the side. “And you’re a bitch.”

“Fine. I’m a bitch,” you agreed, desperate to get him to walk away. You saw John watching the two of you and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before he intervened. He wasn’t going to allow this kind of scene in his bar. This was either going to end with the cops being called or you losing your job. You'd done enough to hurt Eddie. You couldn’t bear to watch him get arrested because of you.

“At least we agree,” Eddie sneered at you. 

“Uh-oh! Looks like trouble in paradise.”

You glanced over to see Sebastian leaning on the end of the bar. Jesus Christ, could this night seriously get any fucking worse? What had you done to piss off the cosmos and send all of the last possible things you wanted your way?

“Oh my god, I cannot even do this with you right now,” you groaned. 

“Oh, looky. There he is,” Eddie said. “The reason you won’t let anyone in that impenetrable heart of yours. Well, dude, you can have her back now because I’m done working that damn hard.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows raised. “Huh? So, I’m the reason for all this trouble. That’s interesting.” He looked at you, grinning smugly and you itched to slap him.

John walked up to you, asking, “Is there a problem here?”

“No, my problems are long over now. I got rid of her,” Eddie mumbled before heading back to his friends.

“Everything okay, darling?” John asked, glancing between you and Sebastian.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you muttered, your voice shaky. “Sorry about that John.”

“Okay.” He turned to Sebastian. “I am telling you right now, any issues with you and Eddie and I will call the cops and have you both arrested. You got it?”

Sebastian held his hands up. “I didn’t come here to start any problems, just to have a drink.”

John walked away and Sebastian sat down on one of the stools, folding his hands together on the bar. He smiled at you and you rolled your eyes. 

“You and bargain bin Van Halen not working out?” he asked. “How very sad. Who could have seen that coming?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you snapped, turning to help other customers at the bar. 

“Well, if I’m the reason…”

“You’re not,” you stated. “Don’t give yourself that much credit. We didn’t work out because we didn’t work out. It had nothing to do with you.”

You were trying to ignore Eddie, but you could feel his eyes practically burning a hole through the two of you as they talked. You didn’t know what he thought he was seeing, but there was no point in trying to explain it. He was plastered and not thinking straight as it was. 

“Still, I get the impression that you’re still not over me,” Sebastian mused. “Your boytoy over there said he didn’t want to work so hard to get close to you. Not able to let another guy in because you know you belong with me?”

“I don’t belong with you,” you sighed. “I never belonged with you. If you and I were meant to be together, you wouldn’t have cheated.”

“I made one mistake.”

“You really expect me to believe that was the only time Seb?” you demanded, staring him down. “You said yourself that you weren’t a one woman man. What was it you said? You needed variety when it came to sex to stay happy?”

“I thought I did. But now I know that I can be happy with just you.”

“Really?” you said, dramatically clutching your chest. “Oh my god. You could really just be happy with me? I’m so honored. Let me just lie down and open my legs for you since that’s all I’ve been waiting for.”

He smiled, reaching across the bar for you, and you backed away and burst out laughing.

“Get a goddamn grip!” you hissed. “I am never getting back with you. Just because Eddie and I didn’t work out does not mean I am desperate enough to come crawling back to you. You’re an asshole and you don’t deserve me.”

“Really? I don’t deserve you?” he laughed. “I could have any one of the chicks in here that I wanted. Your new boyfriend tossed you to the curb like last week’s trash. Who doesn’t deserve who?”

You felt your blood boiling. You were so sick of this shit. You were sick of letting people talk down to you, of letting people make you feel that you weren't worthy of their time, their love. Fuck him and fuck your mother and fuck your father. They could all go to hell. You had destroyed the one good thing you had because of all of their bullshit and their words that constantly ate at you. At that moment, you decided you were done playing nice. Who cared what any of them thought of you?

“Yeah, you could have most of the girls in here, but you know what? They’re not worth half of me,” you snarled at him, leaning down to not draw attention. “You wouldn’t be in here, practically begging me to take you back, if you didn’t think so too. I have spent enough time letting you make me feel like something was wrong with me. Letting you make me feel like I was worthless and I am done. You don’t decide who I am or what I’m worth so why don’t you go grab one of those girls and fuck off? You’re the trash that needs to be taken out to the curb. Get the fuck out of my life and my bar.”

“Bitch,” he spat. “You’re not even worth all this trouble.”

“Good, there’s the fucking door. Go.”

“Gladly.”

Sebastian stood up and strode out of the bar, slamming the door open with significant force. You let out a breath of relief. Well, that was one problem taken care of. 

“I feel like this is turning out to be a pretty bad night for you. I hope you don’t have any more visitors showing up,” Joey commented as he came up beside you. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you groaned, shaking your head. “I mean, really, how could it possibly get any worse at this point?”

“Did you chase him away too?” Eddie yelled from across the bar.

Why did you keep saying that? You were cursing yourself because apparently it could just keep getting worse. Trying to ignore him, you walked to the other end of the bar to wait on customers, hoping he would stop if he didn’t get any response from you. 

“Oh, the ice queen is ignoring me!?” he yelled. “You better run and get the blond goliath back you frigid bitch since you can’t seem to just let him go!”

“Eddie, man, knock it off,” Gareth chastised and you were silently thankful for his intervention. 

“Fuck it, why should I even care?” Eddie muttered, pushing his chair back and walking away into the crowd on the dance floor. 

You watched as he grabbed some girl and began dancing with her. She was gorgeous. Long black hair shimmering down her back, red pouty lips, a leather mini skirt and a shimmery bustier. The girl wound her arms around Eddie’s neck, pleased with her luck at being his chosen one. Why wouldn’t she be? He was the most beautiful man to ever walk this planet.

You looked away, wiping down the bar, fighting back tears and the lump in your throat that grew to the size of a baseball. You saw Gareth approaching you like he wanted to defend his friend, but you didn’t want to hear it. You glanced back up and Eddie locked eyes with you, smirking, before he pulled the girl closer and pressed his lips to hers. You gasped audibly and turned away. 

“Shit,” Gareth grunted, preparing to go after Eddie but you stopped him.

“Don’t bother. It doesn’t matter anymore, anyway,” you managed through the tears that were springing up. “We’re not together so he can kiss whoever he wants.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t…”

“Just stop,” you begged, holding your hand up to fend him off. “I don’t need to hear it. I don’t want to. It was a month and a half. It wasn’t that serious. I fucked everything up and we’re not together anymore because of it. He’s pissed and he has a right to do whatever he wants. I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Eddie and the girl continued dancing while you worked hard to ignore them. Joey shot you glances of sympathy and you ignored him too, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. You headed out back for a smoke break just as their dancing began to look more like mating, the girl pressing herself against Eddie while he gripped her ass, the two of them grinding together to the beat of the music. 

Alone out back, you lit your cigarette, took a deep hit, and the tears let loose. You slid down, crouching on the ground, your body shaking as you let everything you'd been pushing down all night just come. You had fucked up. Jesus, you had fucked up so badly and it was killing you. You couldn’t stand the thought of him with someone else, but you'd chased him away. But maybe it was the right thing. He was clearly moving on okay. He couldn’t be that upset about their split. Maybe you had been right about him from the beginning. 

Finishing your cigarette, you tossed it on the ground and then headed into the back room to fix your face the best you could. Mascara trails ran down your cheeks. You wiped them off and grabbed your compact from your bag to touch yourself up. You weren't going to give him the benefit of seeing how much he had hurt you. 

You walked back out to the bar to see Eddie, his arm slung around the girl’s shoulders, her hand in his back pocket, as they headed out of the bar. He turned over his shoulder, staring right at you, and gave you a little wave before the door shut behind them. 

“Son of a bitch,” Jeff yelled as he and Gareth ran out after him, glancing over at you hopelessly.

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An EXTREMELY angsty Spider and Quaritch thought #2

I woke up today and chose violence SO let’s set the scene

The final standoff at the end of the second movie. Quaritch and Neytiri are both holding each-other’s children at knifepoint while they themselves, in terror, beg their parents not to hurt them.

“You really think I care about some kid? He’s not mine” Quaritch tries to bluff his way out of the situation in a last ditch effort to shake that bond he’d built with his son in these months and complete the mission. All that while a small part of him screams to let the damn girl go, that the mission is not fucking worth it, and fatherly panic crosses his face for a moment, allowing Kiri’s mother to see right through his lies.

She raises the knife over Spider, and Kiri cries louder, but Quaritch holds his ground. That small part of him was now tearing at his heart in primal fear, and marine’s walls crumble under the pressure.

He only had to say a single word to stop this, but it got caught in his throat.

Just like Neytiri’s knife got caught in the throat of his boy.

Kiri let out a wail so animalistic it took others a second to realise it was coming from her.

Blood spilled, Spider choked and Tuk let out a scream, racing towards a teen she saw as family.

Kiri began thrashing like never before, crying for her brother and, being in total shock, Quaritch released his grip.

The girl was at his side immediately, holding a boy who has now stopped breathing and cried for him, as if he was still in agony and kicking, as if the blood hadn’t already filled his lungs.

The yells of her children snap Neytiri out of the trance and she looks down, horror finding it’s way onto her face as well. Sure she hated the kid but Eywa, he was only a child…

Jake is the one who wakes her from the shock, shakes her and begins dragging the girls away. Kiri tries picking Spider up but he’s too heavy for a fourteen-year old. Tuk too, struggles against her father grip.

It is Neytiri who picks up Spider, looking Quaritch in the eyes, those big, yellow eyes, with tears slowly filling them. A son for a son, she thought, but Spider grew up as a Na’vi, and will be buried like one. The sky people will not defile his body, will not throw it into the soil to rot, will not burn it.

It was the least she could do.

And so they disappeared into the sea, leaving Miles alone on the sinking ship, but that didn’t bother him, and neither did the pain in his bruised knees when he fell on them.

The memories began flooding back to him. All the days they’ve spent together. Every time Spider tried to escape, every time he cursed Quaritch out and vowed to always, always hate him and then, all those times he didn’t. When the boy taught him Na’vi and laughed at his bad pronunciation, when they flew on the ikran in the hallelujah mountains and his boy couldn’t stop smiling, all their sarcastic banter and insults that none of them meant seriously.

His smile. Spider’s smile was so radiant it lit up the room immediately.

And now, neither he, nor anyone else would see it again.

In the back of his mind, he can hear his base over the comms, trying to reach him. They caught wind of the ship wrecking but Miles didn’t bother responding. The mission could go fuck itself, he couldn’t care less about it, or about anything for that matter.

How strange. Just minutes before, Quaritch convinced himself the boy meant nothing to him, yet now he sat there, as water reached up to his torso, and the only thing he could care about was this feeling of agonising emptiness, like something vital has been ripped out of his body.

How did it come to this?

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Author’s note: anyway, here’s some more angst for y’all 🥰💅 I wanted Neytiri and Jake to leave Spider’s body at first, but that would be extremely out of character, even for Neytiri. She is a grieving mother who lost herself in a moment of desperation, but not some monster.

Did you like it? Are you currently sobbing on the floor? Great! You can drop whatever questions and ideas you might have in the ask box. 😌

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Boss Up, Mama  | Rio (good girls)

Summary: When your worst nightmare comes true, will you be able to see through the pain and boss up or will you be blinded by rage and revenge?

Warnings: mentions of guns, blood, death, mentions of depression, loss of a loved one, revenge, rage, drinking, bad language, inappropriate pictures, car sex, mentions of inappropriate flashbacks, murder, mentions of kids, police, plotting murder, taking over a crime syndicate, bad bitch energy.

A|N: Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest. I do not own.

He’d asked you to meet him at the warehouse. He had plans for the two of you tonight, it had been a long week and he missed his girl. So you got dressed up and did what he asked, never expecting that night to turn into a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Rio, my love I'm..” your voice gets caught in your throat as you step into a scene you never imagined you’d see. There stood Beth, one of Rio’s business partners, someone whom you weren’t too fond of but you trusted Rio and that’s all that mattered. She had a gun pointed at Rio’s chest and they were yelling at each other and before you could even blink she shot him three times. You screamed out his name. Trying to run to him. Beth turned the gun to you.

“Get her out of here.” Rio Yelled the best that he could as he attempted to call 911 as he choked on his own blood. “RIO NO!” you screamed as two of his guys carried you out of the warehouse kicking and screaming and calling to your husband as he bled out on that dirty warehouse floor. One of his guys attempting to grab Beth, the other is rushing to Rio. Before you knew it you were in the back of a car driving fast and far away, still screaming his name.

You were in the back seat sobbing. Makeup that had been meticulously done streaming down your face, when the car stopped. “Miss we’re home.” you didn’t move from your seat. You scoff. “Home, what even is that?” a hand reached in to help you from the backseat. “I got it.” you say still sobbing. You get inside and the house is dead silent. And your heartbreaks. You wait a few minutes until the car disappears from the driveway. You run into the garage, jump into your car and drive back to the warehouse.

The cops were there. You barely park the car before you are running out. “Miss you can’t go in there.” a police officer yells at you as you try to cross the yellow caution tape. You gasp as you see them putting a stretcher with a body bag on it into an ambulance. “Rio..” you whisper. “Miss, I need to ask you a few questions.” a cop grabbed you by the arm as you searched around desperately for him, even though in your heart you knew he was gone.

“Miss, do you know this man?” the police officer asked as he showed you a picture of Rio. your heart sank. “That’s my husband.” you sob. The police officer hung his head. “I'm sorry to inform you ma’am.” “No no no stop, he can’t be.” you scream falling to the ground. You knew this had to be some sick twisted game, a ruse to get the cops off of his case this wasn’t real. He had to be around here somewhere. You felt like you were having a heart attack. “I'm afraid your husband has been killed.” the words fall silent in your ears and everything goes dark. “Miss?” you knew you had passed out when you woke up in the hospital alone, one of Rio’s guys guarding the door. What even was the point now? You were released and things didn’t get better from there.

How could you live without him? He was your whole world. You couldn’t process it. She killed him, the only man you ever loved, the only man who had adored you more than money or fame you completed each other, now half of you was gone. You hadn’t stopped crying in days, you hadn’t left your bed, you ignored text and calls. Everything was a nightmare. Until you found it.

You sat in Rio’s office behind his desk, desperately trying to feel close to him. You were running your fingers over the framed pictures of the two of you when it caught your eye; a purple envelope. Now to any other person this may have seemed like nothing but to you it meant everything, you slide it out from underneath the desk calendar. You hold it tightly in your fingers, staring at it. When you and Rio first started dating he would leave you these letters in purple envelopes. You’d find them randomly around and they’d sometimes contain a few words and a picture and sometimes they’d be longer but no matter what they were always hand written and full of love for you and the life that you had built together. Over the years you hadn’t gotten as many but every once in a while you’d still find one.

Your heart raced as you ran your fingers across the seal on the back. His. you slide your fingers underneath it careful not to break it. You pull out the contents. It was a two page hand written letter and a couple of pictures. You start to cry. “Oh Rio, why?” you sob. You unfold the letter and begin to read. “ Mi Amor, If you are reading this then something has happened to me.” you pause, you can’t stop the tears now but you continue to read as they stain the pages. “I know that you aren’t going to understand what’s going on and I know that your heart is going to be broken but I need you to Boss up mama, take over my kingdom keep the empire alive. I know you aren’t going to want to live without me and I know it’s going to be the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do but you are the only person I trust darlin’ and I need you to do this for me. You are my world mama, the best thing that ever happened to me, I wouldn’t trade the life we had together for anything. I know you’ll take care of things. You’ll kill it mama I know you will. The guys will have your back, trust them they will protect you. I love you more than you will ever know. You have my heart forever and always my beautiful angel.” -Christopher ❤️

You read the words over and over, the more you read the more your heart breaks. How could you be the queen of his kingdom if you couldn’t even make yourself get out of bed in the morning. If he had time to write this letter then he knew something was wrong and that made things even worse, you picked up one of the pictures of the two of you he had enclosed in the envelope. A small smile crept across your lips. It was from his “Private collection.” you in your lace thong, him with his hands on your ass, while you're in his lap kissing. You always had been an interesting couple but you wouldn’t have traded being with him for anything in the world. You place it back down on the desk and pick up the second one.

This picture was more recent. Rio had suggested that the two of you start going to the gun range. He taught you to use a gun, and shoot it and load it, everything you would have ever needed to know. At the time you hadn’t really understood why he thought this was necessary but now you did. He was preparing you to protect yourself, to be okay without him. You ran your fingers over it. You both had dressed in black that day. You had a tank top and leather jacket, black jeans and heels on. You remember your boobs had looked so good in that top because Rio hadn’t been able to keep his eyes or his hands off of you. He’d stood behind you, supporting your hands on the gun with his, his body pressed into yours. He’d quietly whisper in your ear everything he had wanted you to do, even steady breathing coaching you every single step of the way, easing your nervousness like he always managed to do. You let out a deep sigh, as you ran your fingers over that picture one more time before you tucked it back into the envelope with the other one and your letter.

You knew he was right. You knew what you had to do. You knew you couldn’t just let anyone run his empire that he had worked so hard to build. You reached in his bottom desk drawer where you knew he kept that bottle of bourbon for those nights when work was just a little too much. You poured a glass, ran your fingers slowly around the rim. “I love you Christopher, and I hope I can make you proud.” you say. Taking a sip, and getting your head straight.

First order of business; find Beth Boland and make her pay.

When you woke up the next morning you asked Mick to call a meeting. It was time we got back to business. He couldn't help but smile when you asked him. “You know he would be proud of you right?” you give him a soft half smile. “Thank you but I’d rather have him here with me, then be where we are right now but that’s not a choice we have now do we.” you say with a quiet tone that wasn't quite the powerful bad bitch you needed to be and you needed that to change. You needed to boss up, for Rio.

Things started out slow, as you just tried to navigate this life and learn everything you could. Then before you knew it the empire that your husband had built was back up and running like nothing had changed and you could now switch your focus to the one thing you craved more than anything; revenge.

You sat behind Rio’s desk papers and pictures and plans scattered across the perfectly carved wood. A glass of bourbon In your hands as you read over the pages studied the plans, everything coming together perfectly.

There had been few nights lately that you had slept through the night, you'd been working late hours and drinking most of them. A fog of vengeance had clouded your mind as the days passed and the nights got longer and the more and more you missed Rio the harder this game got to play. Rio was always so good at managing everything. Finally you grew tired of waiting to watch the life disappear from Beth Boland’s eyes, tired of letting her run around free and happy while you were barely keeping it together and you knew that was weakness to your enemies.

Through hours of elaborate research and planning you found out where she lived. “Hey where are you going?” Mick called to you as you attempted to leave the house. Apparently He had been given strict instructions to never leave you alone if anything ever happened to Rio but you needed your space. “Please.” you beg I just need a little space. I’ll be fine. I promise.” you say. “Fine but if you're not back in an hour.” “I’ll be back before then, I promise.” you close the door and leave headed in the direction of Beth’s house.

There it was. A quiet little suburban home in a stuffy little stuck up neighborhood, it figures. You park across the street getting out and standing on the curb; watching. There she was. Like nothing had ever happened, she went back to her four kids and her husband and her stuffy stuck up friends and she never thought twice about what she took from you. You stood there watching as her husband kissed her and she chased her kids around the yard. A life you had only dreamed of having with Rio playing out in front of you. She got to have it all while you suffered. She looked up and you knew she saw you because she ushered her family inside. You got in your car and drove away, unable to bring yourself to do what you had come there to do.

Weeks passed and those weeks turned into months and you went on, strengthening Rio’s empire day by day. Money was coming in from everywhere and life seemed somewhat normal for once but still you were incomplete. And still Beth Boland lived a happy suburban life. Until one day everything changed.

“Hey boss, I got something for you.” Mick says coming to you one day. You look up from the stack of invoices you were looking over. “What is it?” you say. “You’re really going to love this one.” he says. You raise an eyebrow. “Well then, out with it.” you say tapping your pen on your stack of papers. “Mrs.Boland is back in the game and she’s looking for work.” he says. You lick your lips. Stupid bitch. You chuckle. You had an idea. “She knows you right?” you ask Mick. he nods. “Yeah Rio had me do a few things for him, involving her back in the day, what do you have in mind.” he asks. He couldn’t help but notice the evil little grin that crossed your lips, it was almost identical to the one Rio got when he was up to no good. He swallowed. You step out from behind the desk. “I want you to meet with her, tell her you got a new boss and new gig and you want to let her in on the game.” you say. This was perfection. Mick smiled. “Then I’ll meet with her and we’ll avenge Rio. he deserves at least that.” you say fighting back the tears. “I’ll set it up, and let you know the details.” mick says. You nod. “Hey Mick.” you say after him. He turns back “yeah boss.” he smirks. “Thank you.” you say. “For everything.” “It’s what he would have wanted.” Mick says as he turns to head out of your office.

You return to your chair. Propping your feet up on the desk. You close your eyes and you think of him. How’d you use to wake up some nights and he still hadn’t come to bed and you’d find him in here still working. His tired voice would whisper “hey mama.” in your direction as you'd go to him, wrap your arms around him, kiss his lips slowly, distract him from whatever he was thinking about, how’d he’d always put you up on the desk and make you beg for him over and over, till the neighbors could hear the sound of your screams. You sigh and your thighs clench around nothing at the thought. You growl slamming your fist down onto the hardwood. It was time to end this.

A few hours later Mick sent you a text with the meet details. Tomorrow.

“I thought your new boss was meeting us here. What the hell is taking so long?” Beth complained. He chuckled. “Don’t worry they are almost here.” he could hear the sound of your heels clicking down the concrete of this old warehouse hallway. Fitting place you thought. You appeared out of the darkness. “Beth Boland.” you say. She turns to look at you. Her mouth drops open. Not expecting it to be you. “Surprised are you? You probably thought I would have crawled in a whole and drank myself to death by now, but ohhh how wrong you are my dear.” you step to her.

She looked you over. She had to admit Rio had good taste. You were beautiful and she was rather jealous of how good you looked in that leather Jacket. That night she had only caught a brief glimpse of you before Mick carried you out and another was running after her. But standing here now she understood why Rio had loved you so much. Your fierce loyalty to him, unfaltering love for him driving your quest for revenge. She couldn’t blame you, she would have done the same thing.

The two of you stare at each other. You pull out a gun and you step to her. Calm, cool, collected. She tries to step back but Mick is there to stop her. “You’re not getting away this time.” you say. “You took everything from me, you know that?” you sob. There was deafening silence that filled the warehouse. “He was my world, my everything.” you say the guns still pointed at her. “I would have given up anything, even my own life so he could live, so he could continue to conquer the world like he was meant too, but you…” you pause. You're fighting the tears back “You didn’t care about that did you? You didn’t care that he was my future, my four kids running around the back yard, chasing our new puppy, his arms wrapped around me as I stood over the stove cooking his favorites, no all you cared about was making money. You didn’t care about your own family let alone mine, or what you would be taking from me.” you cock the gun as she laughs.

“You know he loved you so much, that pretty little name of yours was the last thing on his lips.” she hissed. Your hand shook but your finger stayed steady on the trigger. “You were always his excuse for everything, especially when I’d come on to him. He was so fiercely loyal to his perfect little wife.” she paused. “Wait, is that why you killed him because you were jealous of me? You have a family, kids… Rio was MY family.” she chuckles again. “No that’s not why.” she says.

Suddenly an all too familiar gravely voice comes from the darkness behind you.

“She did it because in order to be the king you have to kill the king, isn’t that right Elizabeth?” a shadow steps out of the darkness. “Hey Mama.” he whispers, eyes locked on you. Beth gasps. He was alive. “Rio.” you sob. Your whole body freezes, muscles weak. He steps to you. He moves a piece of your long hair from your pretty face with his long index finger. “You look more beautiful than ever, ma.” he whispers. His lips press gently into yours. The pair of you forgetting about Beth for a brief moment. “I thought you were…” you sobbed into his chest. He held you close. “Shhhh darlin’ I'm here.” he shoots a look over at Beth and suddenly he is full of rage once again.

He looked down at you clinging to his chest. He had had no choice but to do what he did. He didn’t know who to trust and he couldn’t risk you getting hurt. He knew someone was trying to come for him but he wasn’t sure until Beth showed up at the warehouse that night and he knew. He’d tried to call you, to tell you something came up and not to come. He hadn't wanted you to be there but he also didn’t think Beth would really shoot him but she had. He honestly didn’t think he was going to make it. But he needed everyone to think he was dead, everyone included you. And that broke his heart but he had to find the rotten egg and he found it.

“I need you to do me a favor.” he asks, looking down at you, those brown eyes soft and loving like they always were with you. “Anything.” you whisper looking up at him. “Give me the gun mama.” he says he wasn’t going to allow you to do what you had planned to do here tonight. “But.” you look over at beth. “Please, just give me the gun, it's going to be alright.” he says again. You look down at your trembling hands. “That's it.” he whispers as you hand it over his long fingers brush your soft skin as he takes the gun from you. “Now close your eyes.” he whispers as he waits for you to do as you're told before he turns and without a second thought shoots beth. Her body dropped to the floor. “Take care of this.” he says. “I don’t care how, I don’t want to deal with it anymore, she’s taken enough of my time.” Rio demands. Mick smirks. “You got it boss, welcome back.” Rio smirks. Two guys carry Beth’s body out of the warehouse.

“Alright pretty girl, you can open those beautiful eyes now.” he whispers. You open your eyes and you only see him. His perfect face, the smell of this cologne, that silly neck tattoo. It was him he was here, he was alive. You touch his face, fingers caressing his cheek, “I can’t believe it’s really you.” you cry. “I was so lost without you Rio, I almost didn’t survive.” “But you did mama. You made me so proud of you. The way you took over, the way you made this empire thrive without me.” he interrupts you. You sigh. “I can’t believe this whole time you were alive and you didn’t tell me. I was losing my shit without you Rio. how the fuck could you do this to me?” you yell at him now. You didn’t want to but you couldn’t help it. You went through hell when you thought he was gone.

He smirks and you go to slap him but he grabs your arm and he pulls you towards him, his lips capturing yours. You can’t help the moan that escapes between your lips. You feel him chuckle. “God I fucking missed you.” you groan into his mouth, wrapping yourself around him. “ I know, baby girl.” He groans in that low tone only Rio has. The two of you stare at each other for a few minutes but it doesn’t take long before his lips are on yours once again. Your back against the cold metal door of his G Wagon in seconds, his hands all over you.

“Fuck mama, being away from you was torture, I missed you so fucking much.” He moaned as you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently. He pulled you away from the door, opening it quickly. “Get in.” He demands. You smirk and do as you're told, sliding into the back seat. He gets in behind you, closing the door and locking it. He pulls you into his lap, you straddle him. Kissing each other wildly, hands desperate for each other. You're pulling his shirt over his head, he’s practically ripping yours off. His soft lips trail down your neck onto your chest, leaving behind hickies as he goes. You call to him, his name like a song on your lips. A song he had longed to hear for months.

Before you knew it his pants were around his ankles and your panties were being ripped from your thighs and you sank down onto him. Both of you moaning with pleasure as you match each other thrust for thrust, move for move . Eyes locked on each other, Rio’s grip on your hips steadying you both as he kept an even steady pace. “Almost there mama.” His whispers into your neck. “Fuck Rio!!” You call out to him tossing your head back, hand crashing into the window beside you, fingers trailing down the glass. “Cum for me mama,I got you always.” He groans and you know he’s right there with you. Your hips collide once more. “Jesus Fuck.” He groans as you tighten around him and both let go cumming together. You collapse breathless on his chest.

Silence fills the car as you both attempt to catch your breath. He looks down at you, a long finger tracing over the curve of your face. Both of you just stared at each other for what seems like hours, but it of course had only been a few minutes. He leaned in to kiss your lips slowly. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “Rio.” You protest. “No baby please.” He whispers. He adjusts since you were still in his lap and he was still inside of you but he couldn’t bear to separate from you after being away from you for so long. He just wanted to feel close to you.

Your fingers caress his cheek. “Talk to me baby.” You whisper. He sighs. “I wish I could have told you what was going on but I was only trying to protect you. seeing the fear in your eyes that day broke my heart. I never wanted it to happen this way.” He confesses. He looked away from you, he couldn’t bear to see the sadness in your eyes. You tuck your fingers under his chin, turning his face back towards you. “I know you had your reasons. Do I wish you would have told me what was going on, yes of course I do but we can’t worry about those choices now. I was so lost without you, I literally didn’t think I would survive with half of my heart missing. But Rio I know you had to do what you had to do, you’re okay and we’re okay and that’s all that matters. Plus you have plenty of time to make it up to me.” You smirk, kissing his nose.

He captures your lips with his. “I love you, with all my heart and soul and I hope you know I hated having to do what I did and I promise going forward we work through everything together as a team. Obviously you can handle it.” He chuckles. Thinking about how damn proud of you he was, for picking yourself up, for carrying on, for taking his kingdom and making it thrive, for avenging his death, well almost. He couldn’t love you more than he did at that moment.

You smirk. “What do you say, we get out of this car and make up for lost time, somewhere more comfortable.” You suggest. He bites your lip. “I think that sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day mama.” He says as he helps you off his lap, the two of you redressing for the most part. He opened the door for you and you hop out of the back seat, he follows behind you. You get into the passenger seat and he gives you a kiss, then slides into the driver seat taking your hand in his. He looked over at you. “What is it?” you asked with a smile. “You really want to have four kids with me?” he smirks. You chuckle thinking about what you had said to Beth earlier. ”you heard that, huh?.” you laugh and he melts he missed that sound, he missed you. “I'm game to start working on that anytime, mama.” he winks at you and you both start to laugh. You look over at him eyes full of lust and desire. “We’ll see about that when we get home.” you say biting your lip. You feel him step on the gas and head home quicker.

With Beth gone you and Rio had been better than ever. The two of you are working together now making that empire of his stronger and more profitable than ever. The perfect team. Bonnie and Clyde. Ride or die for each other no matter what, until the end of time.

The end ❤️

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[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 13❕

A/N: I know, it’s been literally 19 days and I’m so sorry, this chapter hurt to write but it’s HERE!

Warning: NO MINORS, angsttttyyyy

Pairing: Eddie x Fem! reader

W.C 3.1k

Three days have gone by and you haven’t heard a single word from Eddie. You tried calling his house but it just kept ringing. It was a stupid fight. Ridiculous even. You had no idea your dad was going to tell you those things that night. How would you have known? Sitting on your tower at the pool you sulked as the sun beat down on the umbrella. You had barely slept at all the past few nights. Nightmares racking your brain with the painful memories of Eddie leaving your house that night. You were angry with him, so hurt by what happened. The way he just left you standing there, alone. Your eyes were swollen from crying, your parents were terrified when you screamed out at night after having fallen asleep for a few minutes. Waking up to remember that Eddie wanted nothing to do with you only for the crying to continue again. It had been your idea to go back to work but everywhere you went Eddie was there.

Behind the counter sat the ghost of Eddie, bringing pizza to your work the Saturday after the party.

“I didn’t know if you liked Canadian bacon and pineapple so I got a cheese too, and if you like neither of those options I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Eddie announces proudly.

He looked so good that night, the memory of him bringing two pizzas, cut deep. You weren’t complete without him. A part of your soul was missing and you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed answers. And you would get them. Hopping down from the white tower of your lifeguard station, stomping your feet into the hot smooth concrete as you walked.

“Hey your break isn’t for another hour,” Anthony announced sleepily behind the counter, “hey! Where are you going?”

You pushed past the chain link fence grabbing your purse, you toss your whistle and keys over the counter as you went, watching as they bounced to the floor, “I quit”.

You crane your steering wheel to turn into the trailer park forest hills. Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen but Wayne’s truck was parked along the grass. Parking and getting out of your car you crane your ears for any sort of sound, but it was desolate. No metal music blaring, not Wayne and Eddie talking— just nothing. Yet you were determined to figure out what the hell was going on. Your feet were on the steps before your mind could talk yourself out of it. Knocking lightly on the door you waited to hear Eddie’s feet bounding from his room, but the Munson face who met you wasn’t the one you so desperately craved to see.

Wayne looks rough, he always kind of did but right now he looked as if he too hadn’t slept in days.

“Oh I’m sorry Wayne I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you nudge the toe of your shoe against the rotting wood of the rickety steps, you never even thought about Eddie telling Wayne what had happened, would he agree with him? Suddenly you were very nervous to be standing at Eddie’s trailer door. “Um— is, is Eddie here?”

Wayne’s icy eyes peer into yours, “Darlin’ what do you mean?”

Heat rises in your throat and sweat forms on the back of your neck, “I-is Eddie here, I haven’t seen him in a few days and I just w-wanted to talk to him.”

“You haven’t seen him either?” Wayne raises his voice. “Goddamn I thought you were with him!”

Nothing is making sense, “With him? Wayne what happened? Where is he?!”

—

Wiping the traitorous tears from his eyes as he pushes the limits on how fast the old van can take him back to Forest Hills trailer park, Eddie is furious.

He couldn’t believe this.

Couldn’t believe that the girl who made him feel like there was no one else in the world but him, could also make him feel the same way that he felt the day his dad betrayed him.

Heartbroken.

But that was his business.

His dad, the Munson name, his entire reputation in Hawkins. That was his, and you made it feel like none of that mattered. You made him feel like he was important. Honestly, it would’ve been better if your dad would’ve never told him. Never told him that he was the one who got Eddie out of juvy with the help of Steve’s dad. Never told him that he had known Ray when they were growing up, never told him that he basically knew every single part of his life before Eddie even had a chance to tell you himself—- he already knew everything about him, and that was the worst part.

Speeding into the Forest Hills trailer park kicking up rocks and bits of broken glass from the neighbors fight they had last week over a baseball game bet gone bad, he throws the van in park and runs inside. He grabs a duffel bag and shovels it full of dirty jeans strewn across the floor, his Hellfire shirt, various band tees, D&D dice, a very worn copy of Lord of the Rings, and a pillow. He goes into the bottom drawer of the messy dresser and pulls out a small, black tin full of rolled up bills. He had been saving this for a rainy day maybe to get a new guitar or one of those fancy new amps he saw in the record store last week, but when it rains it pours and boy was it pouring tonight.

He had no plan, only to get away. away from here away from this town, and all their judging looks and away from you. He couldn’t bear to look at you. He couldn’t bear to think that you only thought of him as a charity case. You were the first person in his life to look at him in a way that wasn’t out of pity that wasn’t, a look of disgust or even a cheap way to score some good weed. You saw him for who he was not his past— and that’s what’s killing him.

That you will no longer be seeing him that way you’ll no longer be seeing him as the guy you met at a random barn party on the hottest fucking day of the year. No, no no— now you will see him as a shadow of the man who put his own son in juvy. A delinquent, a fraud.

Sure, Eddie missed growing up without his dad around— who wouldn’t but that’s not why he left your house tonight. That’s not why he’s leaving, that’s not why he’s running away. No, he’s running away to get far away from you and those sad eyes that stared at him after your dad unleashed Eddie’s truth.

He didn’t need a handout—didn’t want one. He had been doing fine on his own, and he would continue to do so. Thinking twice about writing Wayne a note, Eddie scribbles a short message on the back of the electric bill envelope.

Going away for awhile- Eddie

Slinging the bag over his shoulder feeling the bite from the weight dip into his shirt, Eddie pushes through the door. Leaving the house he has known for the past twelve years for the last time.

-

“He— he left a note,” Wayne says fumbling over discarded papers, “ah here!” He slides the paper over to you and you read what it says. “Any idea where he would be?”

Tears fall from your eyes spilling on the note Eddie left for Wayne, tears smearing the ink from the pen. “I- I have no idea, we h-had a fight and he told me he never wanted to see me again.”

“Darlin’ that boy is crazy about you, there ain’t no way he would say those things.” Wayne gives you a smile. Clearly Eddie hadn’t told Wayne about the fight you two had had. After ten minutes of explaining what happened that night, Wayne sits down heavily in his recliner. “My God, you’re Dan’s daughter? How the hell did I miss that? I guess I hadn’t seen him since he helped Eddie.”

“You should have seen him Wayne he was so upset, screaming and yelling,” you begin to cry remembering how upset he was, “I had never seen him like that before.” You bury the heels of your hands into your eyes as you start sobbing.

Wayne runs a thick hand through his scruffy beard. “I’m calling his work. We need to narrow down a timeline of when he left… I don’t get home from the plant until after seven o’clock. I figured he had either gone to work or was on a trip with you. I didn’t even question it.” He shakes his head. “Damn that boy.”

You and Wayne spend the better half of an hour calling Eddie’s work and his friends, no one has seen him, or heard from him. You wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for him. Wayne hangs up the phone and slumps down into the worn kitchen chair, head in his hands as he mumbles, “No luck, I’m sorry Y/N, nobody knows where Eddie could be.”

—

The lights on the faded sign for the motel right off of I-70 in Indianapolis flickered an angry red reading “v - - ancy”. It had been a month since Eddie ran away and the freedom was beautiful. Eddie could do whatever he wanted without having to answer to a single soul but himself. He woke up when he wanted, he wrote songs at every hour of the day, and most importantly he was free. Not chained to the reputation of his jailbird dad or his neglectful mother, not judged by you or your precious family. He was free to be himself, here in this rundown shit heap of an excuse for a place to lay his head. Yeah? Well so what if the van was broken into and everything was stolen? He could buy new tapes. No big deal. And yeah, the cockroach roommates weren’t exactly the best but the bed was bigger than the twin mattress he had at home. The money he had been saving was almost gone but he was managing. He’d just have to start selling again.

Stretching his legs out on the broken concrete, he strains his back against the teetering plastic of the lawn chair outside of room 38. An opened can of spaghetti o’s in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other, Eddie was living the life. The city was much different from the deep pits of hell Hawkins resembled. Life here was boisterous, loud and always on the go. The city smelled of opportunity, piss and rotting food, but opportunity nonetheless. Stores stayed open all night, he could get a hotdog off a cart at 2 am if he wanted. The record stores had all the new releases, and more importantly they were huge. Yeah life for Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was pretty great. The Strip clubs didn’t card and on most nights Eddie found himself too drunk, leaned back on a fuzzy chair, receiving a sad lap dance while he tried to drown your memory out of his head.

That was the only thing that bothered him. The nightmares. Visions of your face haunted him, had him tossing and turning in a deep sweat every single night. He’d wake up with hair stuck to the back of his neck, tangled in the scratchy sheets. He didn’t know peace. Nightmares of you never taking him back— not that he wanted you too, he was still licking his wounds, but the thought of you moving on was slowly driving him insane. He couldn’t escape it. You were everywhere. Every girl he saw, every song he wrote, was all you. Always you. He even tried to call you a few times but would hang up as soon as your beautiful sleepy voice rang through the other end. It was too painful. How could he go back now? He couldn’t just apologize and pretend he didn’t fuck it up. A small part of him still believed you would figure out he was here and walk through the door one of these nights. But it never happened. The ghost of you still lingering. His twin flame, his girl, nothing would be the same, he couldn’t just go home. He has changed and he’s assumed so have you.

-

August was revealing itself to be hotter than July, if that were even possible. Temperatures were climbing into the triple digits almost every day. The usual green and perky lawns around Bridgeport and Hawkins were scorched from the blazing hell of the sun. Wayne said the plant had even closed a few days because of how hot it was. The heat was relentless and miserable. As were you.

The first two weeks without Eddie, your parents didn’t know what to do with you, most days you holed yourself in your room refusing to do anything but sleep. Sleep was the only time you got to see Eddie, getting to remember the way he loved you, the way his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he saw you. The unruly way his curls fell against his face when he was head banging on stage, and the sweet taste of his lips on yours when you were tangled up in eachothers arms. Being awake was the nightmare. It felt unreal that he was gone. You waited for him to come home and jump on your bed and pepper your face with kisses, watching his eyes dance for the love he had for you. But it never happened. You were starting to understand why Steve went off the deep end when you had dumped him.

Your appearance was alarming, your hair was thrown atop your head, rarely getting out of pajamas. The puffiness from the crying had become a standard part of your face. A former shell of who you used to be. It wasn’t the fact that you were dumped, it was the fact that Eddie completely vanished and nobody had heard a single word from him. Late at night you would hallucinate that your phone was ringing, you answered it many times just for the line to be dead. An evil trick played by your mind. How could this have happened? How could he just leave you like this and not even say if he was alright?

Watching Wayne tear up when you had visited him on his days off was heartbreaking. “I just want my son to come home,” he choked through tears, a rugged calloused hand wipes away the tears with a tattered handkerchief, “then I’ll kick his ass for leaving.” You always tried your best not to cry in front of him, leaving that for the car rides home. The little time you got to spend with Wayne warmed your heart, and made you feel like there was hope for Eddie walking his stubborn ass through that door any day now. Even if he did come back, would it be the same? You doubted he would come waltzing into your house and apologize with a dozen roses, or admit that he was wrong, you didn’t even care if any of that happened, you just wanted him back. You were pissed at him for leaving you the way he did, no explanation no nothing just ‘fuck you’ and dust in the wind. It was killing you not knowing where he was. Not knowing if he was safe.

School was starting in less than a week and your mother insisted on going back to school shopping in Indianapolis. The drive was a blur, your mother was going on and on about paint samples for the new guest house she had talked your dad into building. Your head was leaned against the window and your knees tucked up in front of you. you “mhmmed” more times than you could count, waiting for the drive to be over. You had told your parents about Eddie’s disappearance and they were truly worried sick for Wayne and yourself. They tried their best to make you feel better but it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t make Eddie come back anymore than you could. Your father had tried using any connection he could think of to find him, but so far it was useless. Any good lead would always come up dry. Not only was Eddie gone and wanting nothing to do with you, but he was 19 and legally able to leave home. He couldn’t be considered a missing person, just a runaway.

The Glendale mall had just opened the new smell of the plaster walls and black and white tiling scattered along every floor. It was packed full of anxious moms trying to find the very best for their children, angsty teenagers swooning over the ice cream slinging hotties. Your mother had maintained that she could buy you happiness with a girls day. After countless hours of shopping and a fresh mani and pedi, you were starting to feel a little better. A smile spread across your face as your mom made small jokes about the cute guys working at the burger joint in the food court. Maybe it was time to move on from Eddie. He clearly didn’t want anything to do with you so why continue being miserable? The hole in your chest where Eddie used to be was begging for closure, straining for any little piece of reassurance. But getting that would never happen.

Leaving the mall struggling beneath the arm loads of shopping bags your mother points to a homeless man, curled up against the edge of the building attempting to get the last bit of shade. “Such a sad sight, you never know how their lives were before they became like that.” But that’s not what startled you. Her words no matter how ridiculous they were was not what held your mouth agape. The man, wearing grime covered shorts and sandals, had a vest covering his head, a vest you had seen many times before. It was denim, with a homemade “DIO” patch on the back, a WASP button, various other patches adorning the sides. You would have recognized that handmade vest anywhere, because it was Eddie’s.

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[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 3. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

The moment we wanted to take another step the door busted down. Shocked we turn around only to see an enormous monster looking at us.

"Protein," It growled out in a low voice.

My eyes went to the fallen door seeing Hyun-su underneath it unconscious.

"Protein!" It screams louder trying to get to us.

It began to try to fit throw the doorway, but it was way too big, but that didn't stop it. Slowly the doorway began to crumble down while slamming his body against it.

"Hyun-su!" I grabbed his hand trying to get him from underneath the heavy door.

Soon the kids started to help me, but it was no use. With a loud bang, the last bit of what was keeping it away from us came down. Instinctively I put my hands in front of the kids guiding them backward away from the danger in front of us. I wince when I see it step on the door where Hyun-su was lying underneath. I swear I could hear some of his bones crack.

At this point, I was sure that he was dead and that we were going to soon follow.

"Protein!"

The kids were hanging onto me for their lives while crying loudly.

It was about to grab us when something was holding it back. My eyes traveled down to its feet and saw Hyun-su alive and well! He was holding the monster back by grabbing his leg. I don't know how he did it or where he was getting the strength to do so. The other thing was that he had a big smile on his face together with completely black eyes.

"Run!"

I was shocked for a second too scared to move, but I quickly gathered myself together when I heard Hyun-su's voice again.

"Hurry!" I began to push the kids upstairs trying to get as far away from the monster as possible.

"Go! Go! Go!" I mutter letting them go first so that I can keep the monster away if it comes after us.

We finally came to the fourteenth floor which made me let out a sigh of relief. There are only a few steps left until we reach Mr. Han's place.

"Noona, is he not coming back?" Yeong-su asked from in front of me.

What can I say?

Is Hyun-su alive or did the monster eventually kill him after all? All these injuries he obtained are far from being treatable. Then there were his eyes. They were just the same as the girl in my dream.

"Is he dead?" He continues before stopping to look at me.

His cheeks were still stained with the tears he had let out a few minutes ago mixing with the new ones that were rolling down the steps.

How can I say this?

"I don't know," I mutter looking at the ground.

A sob left his lips which made me look up.

"We have to go on our own." I took a step putting my hands on both of their shoulders.

"But I promise I won't let anything happen to you two." Su-yeong nodded her head while Yeong-su's bottom lip began to quiver, letting more tears fall down his face.

"But..." He started but didn't finish.

Suddenly dripping sounds came from beneath us. I looked down and saw that he had peed out of fear. A look of sympathy washed over my face when I looked back up at his little face.

"It's okay. Even grown-ups peed their pants when they were scared, trust me I have seen it. It's nothing to be ashamed of." I told him while stroking his chubby cheek.

"It's okay, we won't tell anyone," Su-yeong added.

Yeong-su nodded his head at the two of us still with tears in his eyes.

"Let's go," Su-yeong said looking at me.

I nodded my head at her giving her a small smile.

The three of us took one step further when the door of the fourteenth floor swung open. My eyes widened when I saw the headless monster standing in the doorway.

Quickly I covered the kids' mouths with my hands, making sure we wouldn't make a sound. I could feel their tears running down my hand.

"I can't see." It croaks out in its usual hoarse voice.

We just stood there waiting until it would go away or attack us. My axe was on my back with a belt Mister Han had lent me. If I would try to take it out it would definitely make a sound. For a moment I thought we would be okay when he walked away, scratching his long nails on the door when walked.

When a big sound came from behind us.

I turned around and saw the big monster from earlier coming up the stairs toward us. I began to push the kids forward when I saw the headless monster appear back in the doorway.

Without thinking, I push the kids down just in time before its arm root could hit one of us. To our luck, it hit the big monster, who was not happy about it. Quickly I took the kids away from our spot in the middle of them, guiding them up the stairs.

We came on the fifteenth floor, which I hope had a good hiding spot for us or for just the kids. Maybe I can lead the monster away from them so that they have a chance to go to Mister Han's place.

"Noona, you said that it was on the fourteenth floor, that it was in room 1408. This is the fifteenth floor."

I let go of their hands before crouching down in front of him.

"I know, but we can't go there now. The monsters are fighting there."

I looked at both of them who had scared looks on their faces.

"Don't worry I'll find a way to get to 1408, but first we need to make sure that those monsters don't find us, okay?" they both nodded their head at me. I turn towards Su-yeong.

"Now hold onto each other and don't let go." I took their hands making them hold each other.

"Come on let's go." We began to walk further down the hall trying to see if there was someone here to help us or if there was a way to get down.

I was trying not to lose hope, but it began to get hard when I didn't find a way out of this place. We stopped at a crossway of hallways. I was trying to think which one we should take when heavy footsteps came from where we just were.

"Unnie?" Su-yeong whispered from behind me.

"I know," I mutter back hoping it wouldn't find its way to is.

Yet when is luck ever on my side?

From behind the corner, the big monster appeared. Its gaze was on us ready to devour us when it would get us in its grip. I took my axe from my back before pushing the kids further behind me.

The last thing I wanted was for the kids to get hurt, so I wouldn't go down without a fight. It came closer and closer shaking the whole hallway with its heavy steps. I could hear Su-yeong telling her brother to close his eyes. I raised my weapon ready to defend them when I heard the sound of wheels coming our way.

With a confused face, I looked to my right and saw Miss Im coming our way.

I have met her a few times in the past. She lives on the floor as Ji-su, so that is how I would see her from time to time. Jae-heon had told me what happened to her, which made my heart break. So every time I saw her I said hello to her and her so-called baby.

"Miss Im get away from here!" I yelled at her, but she still made her way to us.

The monster stopped when it saw Miss Im standing still in front of it. My heart was beating in my chest so hard I was sure it would jump out of it any minute.

"Don't touch the children." She said in a soft voice like she was talking to a little kid.

I had no idea how hell she could be this calm.

"You can do that, right?" Before I could even blink the monster punched her making her hit the wall hard!

"Miss Im!" I yelled when she hit the ground.

I push the kids backward telling them to stay there. I was sure that Miss Im was still alive. I could hear little groans coming from her. The monster was about to go to her again when I screamed.

"Hey! Fatass! Leave her alone!"

Before he could fully turn around I had run up to him hitting him in one of his legs first. He stumbled on one knee, is I took the opportunity to slice him in his back. For a second there I thought I had him, but before I could even brace myself. He had turned around punching me so hard I flew to the other side of the room.

My back hit a wall, and I fell it completely break before falling down.

"Unnie, noona!"

I know those were the voices of the kids, but they sounded too distant. I felt them trying to pull me from wherever I landed, but it didn't work. I tried to tell them to run and leave me there, but all that came out of my mouth were mumbles.

There was a stabbing pain in my left side. I don't know if I had hit something or if something had stabbed me, I just felt it burning. When I tried to open my eyes everything was dark and blurry.

I'm pretty sure I was dying, nobody can survive being thrown into a wall this hard.

"Get up, please!" I don't know which one of the kids it was, but I try to answer.

"R....uuuu..r..u..n." Even trying to say that word hurts my whole body.

In the distance, there were sounds of other things approaching us.

Oh no, are there more monsters coming?

The kids beside me began to scream but it was not out of fear.

They were screaming at someone.

"Please help her!" I think it was Su-yeong asking someone, but it was all so muffled.

A groan escaped my lips when I felt someone moving my body from wherever I was lying before they scooped me up. I wanted to scream and cry because of the pain I was in, but the only sounds that came out of my mouth were groans, moans, and grunts.

I felt the person breathing very hard like he had run a marathon or two. My head was lying on their shoulder, so I wanted to see who it was, but the only thing I saw was blurry.

I heard them screaming to come to room 1408, but it all sounded like it was in the distance. More pain shot through my body when I felt the person move with me in their arms. I wanted nothing more than to just pass out and escape the pain for a second, but I was afraid if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake up again.

At least the kids are safe with the people who found us, maybe I can take a re.....eeee....sst.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!

This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3

Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...

Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT

Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.

So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?

Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“

“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.

“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”

Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.

“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”

How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.

“I’m having enough.”

If you ever see her again.

With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.

“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”

Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?

“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”

“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.

Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.

“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.

Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.

Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.

“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”

Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.

Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.

Floors into the depths.

Away from the demons, into another certain death.

“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.

Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.

“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?

No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.

Only metres away from crushing into the ground.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…

“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”

That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.

Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?

“Let me go!”, you shriek.

It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?

“I won’t let you eat me!”

“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.

“A demon slayer?” you repeat.

“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”

Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.

“You are a demon slayer.”

With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.

“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”

“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?

“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.

“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”

“I could have saved myself”, you argue.

“Oh, is that so?”

No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.

“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.

Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.

“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.

“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”

“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.

Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-

You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.

“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now”, the wind hashira grumbles.

“We both know you will.”

The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.

-a few days later-

“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”

He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?

“What do you want, brat?”

His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.  

“You’re a hashira, right?”

Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I already told you that-“

“Train me”, you interrupt him.

“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”

“You, kicking my ass?”

You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.

“Train me.”

“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”

-bonus-

“Try to keep up, (y/n).”

His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.

Especially since he’s your lover.

“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.

“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.

This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.

Except you.

“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.

That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.

Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.

“I won”, you announce triumphally.

“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.

“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“

All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.

“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”

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[chuuyasfavoritewife]

“Bc i love you, Tate !”

mentions suicide and cursing.

“What do you want from me, (y/n)? i’m a fucking monster! and your over here trusting me with your life basically.. you know how easily i could kill you ??” Tate screamed, tears ran down his cheeks as he continually yelled and cried. His brown eyes were bloodshot and glossy, his voice was hoarse and his head ached.

“The only thing i want from you Tate is for you to care about me like you said. I’m well aware of the shit you’ve done and how easily you could kill me but i don’t care. you haven’t killed me yet have you? no. you’ve protected me and helped me through shit you couldn’t help yourself through. you’ve seen me at my worst and helped me through my lows. i’m simply doing the same for you.” You replied, a tear falling down your cheek as you looked at Tate’s disheveled figure, his pale cheeks looking more lifeless than normal, his eyes barely open and his body shaking. “I’m not going to leave you Tate, i promise.” you whispered, making him let out a silent cry once more. Why did you trust him so much? After all he’s done and you, a Living girl that has a future ahead of her wastes her time on a ghost that’s done more bad than good ? it didn’t make any sense to him.

“Staying isn’t wise (y/n).. you have the ability to leave. use it. i’ve lost one to many ppl to let you throw your life away because i’m upset.” he urged, he wanted you to leave and have a good life.. he knew that you staying would result in your death. every person that’s ever lived in the house has died and he doesn’t want it’s next victim to be you. He loved you more than he loved alot of things, and knowing that he could possibly prevent something bad from happening made him nauseous. He had asked you time and time again why you stayed and hadn’t left, he asked you that the first day you met. and has since asked you repeatedly, to which you gave him the same response; ‘because i can and want to, tate it’s a simple as that.’ with the same smile, a soft smile that said what words wouldn’t. He frowned, and walked closer to you before connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, his large hands running down your spine to grip your ass. giving it a small but hard squeeze making you yelp in surprise, you pulled away much to his dismay. He groaned and let go of you, his arms going to rest across his chest as he looked at you, his eyes were still red and his lips were now swollen but as much as he wanted you he also wanted you to leave before u got hurt. “(y/n) please.. just go.. please before u get hurt.” he whispered silently, his brown eyes basically begging you to listen to him and leave. You simply shook your head and walked backwards, sitting on your bed as Tate watched you carefully. His breath got caught in his throat when he noticed the blade in your hand, and he felt dumb for not seeing the imprint in your hoodie pocket. “(Y/n).. what are you doing..? please put that down..” his voice broke and he let a small whimper as you looked at him, a small smile on your lips as you drew the blade closer to your wrist, right where the vein was. Tate instinctively ran over to you, and attempted to pull the blade out of your shaky hand but failed. right as he got to you the blade hit your skin and cut right through the veins. He stared in horror, his hand reached down and attempted to apply pressuring to the wound that was now gushing crimson red. His hand was wrapped around your wrist but it didn’t stop the flow of blood, and he knew that within a minute or so you’d be dead too. You had passed out from the blood loss while tate was still kneeling in front of you slumped form, your heart rate dropped drastically before it stopped completely and that’s when he decided to cry, he screamed ‘no’ over and over again as he sat down on the floor, his hands bloody and his mind racing. He knew that you weren’t gone from HIM but you were gone from the living world and was know trapped in the house for eternity just like him. Slowly you stirred and sat up right, but this time you had a more ghostly appearance which made sense saying you were dead. You arm was still covered in blood, and tate was covered in your blood too. He didn’t look up at you but you could tell he was upset or maybe he was mad. “Why..? Why (y/n)? you threw your entire life away just to get stuck in a house for eternity! why!?” Tate asked, his voice breaking and his body threatened to give out. At first, you simply stared at him but you gave him a answer after a few moments, “Because, my life wasn’t worth living. you never saw the things i dealt with outside of these walls, and i never told you about them.”

and with that, the story ends.

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i’m cackling at this the whole plot changed half way thru bc i didn’t know what else to write my bad guys 😔..

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[seriesxwriting]

Rafe x Reader who’s Barry’s younger sister👀👀

Thank you for the request!❤️

On my mind <3

W Rafe Cameron 🩶

Series- outer banks

Warnings- cocaine od (hospital, seizure) , swearing, mentions of drugs (cocaine).

Summary- you find Rafe during a cocaine overdose and save his life. Encouraging him to admit how he really feels now that he’s been given a second chance. (Request <3)

Rafe Cameron was a regular customer of my brothers. But I knew him before Barry did. Sometimes I blame myself for his coke addiction, if he’d never met me, he’d never have met Barry. I hated the stuff never went near it and I begged Rafe to stop so many times but he was stubborn as hell.

Instead I made sure he texted me every night after a party, so I knew he was safe. Rafe agreed to that and he did stick to from then on. Apart from when I woke up this morning there was no message from him. My heart skipped a beat as I scrolled through the bundles of Instagram and Snapchat notifications.

Rafes name was not there. I’d checked three times now. My stomach grew a sick feeling inside as it twisted like someone was graphically ripping out my organs. That’s what happens when your worried about someone who’s important to you. Someone who your around all the time. And someone you’ve fallen for.

Rolling over onto my back, I texted him to inspire a reply and conformation that he was okay. Usually he was pretty quick when replying to me but five minutes past. Then ten. Then an hour. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for Rafe Cameron to text me back. Knowing him, there were probably hundreds of girls doing that, I wouldn’t be one of them.

I climbed out of my bed throwing the covers to the side and quickly changing into daytime clothes. I didn’t really care what I was wearing, that wasn’t on my mind. He was. Always was. I didn’t eat breakfast I got straight into my car and drove to my brothers trailer home to see if Rafe was with him or if he knew where Rafe was.

It wasn’t far, plus I knew where I could speed on the cut and where I couldn’t. I pulled up outside only to see that the front door was wide open. That was the first sign to everything going to shit. Smoke was coming off a log fire just outside rising into the fresh morning air. Jumping out of the vehicle I raced for the door.

“Barry?” I shouted pushing the door open wider to look into his home. “You home bro?” Calling desperately out for an answer. Slowly and apprehensively, I made my way into the house. Not getting an answer was the second sign. The living room coffee table was full of bottles of beer and ash trays.

“Barry?” I called again walking through the house ignoring the disgusting state of the place. I came to his bedroom, the door was close all the way. I had a bad feeling come over me when I looked at the door. Shaking, my hand came out pushing the handel down opening the door slowly. My eyes scanned the room. Barry wasn’t in his room, he was nowhere to be seen. But Rafe was.

He was lying on the floor shaking completely out of it. “Rafe” I gasped running over to his side as quickly as I could with tears in my bright eyes. The little boy I once knew was gone, addiction had taken him over now. He’d gone too far. Rafe couldn’t move or lift his head up to look at me. I pressed my hand against his heart, his heart beat was raising.

I heard his little wheezes as he tried to gasp for breath. My heart broke. “I’m going to call an ambulance okay, your- your going to be okay rafe okay” I comforted him and my hand trembled as I tried calling the emergency services. He was unresponsive obviously but I hoped he was focusing on my voice and staying alive.

“Yo country club where you at” I heard from the other room. “BARRY” I screamed as the first tear fell down my face “y/n? What you doing h- what the fuck” Barry’s eyes widened as he entered the room seeing Rafe on the floor and me crying next to him. “Shit- your calling the ambulance?” He shouted at me pointing. “Of course I am you idiot” I cried putting it to my ear.

“What have you done” I shook my head at him “I- I have to bounce- shit- I needa get all my shit” Barry ran around his room collecting all the illegal shit he was hiding in a bag while the phone line opened for me. Everything after was a blur. The ambulance came immediately, I think mentioning that it was Rafe Cameron that needed them helped the situation a lot. Everyone knew Rafe Cameron.

His eyes started fluttering in and out of consciousness when they came. Barry had already left with every bit of evidence gone. I didn’t want to get my brother in trouble but Rafe needed me. Rafe was immediately admitted to emergency unit and they connected him up to a drip to stabilise his heart rate ensuring he wouldn’t have a heart attack.

I sat there in the hospital room with him the whole time just listen to the beeping machine and staring at his unconscious body. I’d never been more scared than in that moment.

Rafes eyes fluttered open but struggled to stay open. “Shit” I heard him mutter with a husky voice “rafe” whispering lightly feeling my heart pound against my chest. “Y/n?” He questioned squinting at me from his bed. “your okay now, your safe” “you called an ambulance?” Rafe quizzed moving his hand to his head.

“I know your going to be pissed at the choice I made but Rafe- if you had seen yourself” I shook my head unable to continue without crying. He silently looked at me next to him. “I would have done the same thing- roles reversed” he whispered gently making me feel a whole lot better. As if he’d just taken the Effie tower off my shoulders.

“Are you okay” i moved the chair a little closer to the bed to hear his quiet responses. “I feel like death” “what happed rafe” I demanded scrunching my sleeves in my hands “I dunno- there was no snow at the party so I went to your brothers afterwards- we were drinking- sniffing” Rafe looked up at the ceiling to explain the rest of the story. I think my look of disappointment was too much.

“He went out to get food when it got light- I did some more sniff I- I don’t know after that” “what is wrong with you?” I asked immediately after Rafe had finished his sentence. The boy let out a little sigh. “Why do you do this to yourself I’ve asked you- so many times to stop” I told him letting them tears fall down my face. “I know” he replied quietly. “Is this what it’s taken? Almost fucking dying- scaring the shit out of me”

My breathing became shaky as my crying turned into a full break down. My knees lifted up and my hand went to my face. “I can’t go through this again rafe I cant” I sobbed into my hands. “Y/n please don’t cry” Rafe reached his arm out to hold my wrist. “I didn’t- realise you were that worried about it all” “worried?” I asked looking up him “I was terrified Rafe, I won’t lose you to something this stupid I won’t”

“You haven’t- im not going anywhere I’m done” he told me seriously, he took my hand when I stopped moving to concentrate on his words. “You mean It? Because I don’t wanna here it if you won’t” “No I mean it- I’ll stop it all for you” the boy shook his brunette head against the hospital pillow. “What do you mean for me” “seeing you upset it’s worse than my od to me okay, I would do anything to take it back so you did have to see that”

“You say that like it’s a normal thing Rafe- do you not realise yourself how serious it is?” “I’ll stop” he repeated looking me dead in the eyes “okay” I nodded subtly as my tears slowly came to a stop. I wiped my wet cheeks dry so i could carry on the conversation. “I think- I need to tell you something” he told me shuffling closer and trying to roll onto his side. The boy winced out in pain before breathing calmly.

“You gave me a second chance- you saved my life and it’s time I’m honest with you”. I stared back at the boy tightening my grip on his hand curious to know what it was. “I think I lived so could tell you this- the thought of dying without you knowing is- torcher” “you know what’s torcher rafe? You dragging this out making me worried as fuck” I let out a nervous laugh making him smile small. 

“I will stop for you because I’m so fucking in love with you y/n” Rafe told me slightly reserved, he was being vulnerable with me and I loved it. But it scared me too. He just poured his heart out to me. Rafe Cameron is in love with me. With me? “Y/n Im Gonna need you to say something here to save us both the overthinking” Rafe smirked at me as my lips parted to speak.

“I am same- I am- also- your always on my mind I - I’m in love with you too” I stuttered trying to get the right wording exactly. His eye brows twitched together. “I don’t know if I was expecting that or not” “I wasn’t” I answered really quickly. We both looked at each other before laughing, Rafe brought my hand to his lips and he kissed the top of it. “I will kiss you for realz just let me brush my teeth first” Rafe joked with me. “I’ll wait for you Cameron” I chuckled rubbing my thumb across his hand before bringing it to my chest.

“Barry is gonna hate this” I giggled shaking my head “I don’t need him anymore, I don’t care if he hates me” Rafe answered, perfectly. “I’m so glad your okay” I whispered hugging his arm clutching it to my chest. “I’m glad your here” “wait so are we like- together now or?” I raised my eyebrow urging an answer from the boy. “You’ve been my girl for a while, you just didn’t know it” “is- is that a yes?” I checked just to make. Rafe chuckled to himself.

“Yes gorgeous your officially my girl- and I will my life out for you i promise, your worth it”.

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Save me.

Andy barclay x reader "Maria".

!chucky season 3 spoilers!

Scenario: Andy is trapped by coraline and chucky whilst you come home from work and the minute before Andy gets killed, you come and rescue him.

Today was another day of being at work late and struggling with life. Andy still had nightmares from what happened last year and he kept thinking about what could happen if he came back whilst Kyle just went out to work too but she went out with her partner tonight so I guess Andy was in bed, alone, bored and scared.

Flash back to last night

Andy was having another nightmare, I could easily tell. He was stirring and his chest rapidly went up and down as he breathed. I don't know how he could get over it. He's too scared to go to therapy incase a therapist sends him to a mental hospital, and he did not like that experience the first and only time.

After another hour or 2 of him getting worked up in his sleep, he woke up and sat up quickly and he was panting.

I quickly sat up and looked over at him.

"Babe, you okay?" I ask worriedly

"...uhm...yeah, totally." He says as if he just got brought back from the dead.

"Andy." I say sternly.

"What?" He groaned.

"You've been having the nightmares again. You're not fine." I say sternly.

"No! I'm completely fine." He says but his tone gives away that he was lying.

"Andy. Don't lie to me." I say sternly.

"...alright, fine. I've been having the nightmares again. Happy?"

"No. Come here." I say as I pull him to me and I lay back and cuddle him.

He closes his eyes and yawns softly as he snuggles up on my chest, taking in the warmth of my breasts.

"Babe?..." He says sleepily.

"Yes?" I ask softly.

"C-...can I sleep like this with you tonight?" He asks.

"Of course." I say with a blush and smile.

"Good..." He chuckles and then starts to softly fall asleep in my embrace.

I twirl and play with his hair until he falls asleep and then I start to read a book whilst resting the book on his head but then I fall asleep and the book stays on his head throughout the night and he doesn't move an inch.

Back to present time

After nearly 6 hours of work, I come home to the sound of yelling and screaming.

"Oh fuck...what the fuck has he done..." I ask myself as I get out of my car and I carry my bag inside and then I drop it on the inside porch floor and I run up to our bedroom to the sounds of "Help!" And "No!" And I instantly thought that he was back.

I tried opening the door and I kept pushing myself into it to open it.

"Andy! Open the door!" I shout to Andy. All I get back is chucky's laughs and a little girl's laugh.

Why the fuck is there a little girl inside of there?

I run downstairs and I look through every cabinet and drawer in the house to find a key for the bedroom.

"Fuck, I swear there's a key in here somewhere, I knew I left it in here after the other night." I say to myself, remembering what I did with Andy and then blushing (cuddling and kissing 🤫) and after 20 minutes, I finally found a key.

"Help! Maria! Help me!" His voice then gets muffled and I get worried.

I turn around and then I see the little girl leaving the house into a car. I try to run back to her but Andy is definitely more important.

I ran up to the bedroom and I unlock the door and i open it and scream.

It was chucky with his knife up in the air and striking it at Andy's throat whilst andy was tied up to the bed.

I run over and leap and pin chucky on the ground but he bites my arm and flees away out of the house and into the car with the little girl.

I chase him but the car already went with him and I groaned. I slam the front door shut and start to walk to the couch but then I remeber about Andy.

I run up to the bedroom and he is breathing heavily and is on the verge of crying.

I kneel with his waist inbetween my knees and I untie the ropes and I stroke Andy's hair and hold him close to me and comfort him.

"Sshhh, ssshhh, ssshhhh, it's alright Andy, he's gone." I say softly.

"No! It's not alright! He's still out there with coraline and they're gonna go on a killing spree and kill everyone in the country! He's also at the White House and he's planning to take over the whole families life and kill them!" He says worriedly.

"And he's gonna die soon, I promise. I'll do everything to keep you safe from him too." I say softly.

"But...but...but..."

"Don't worry about it. Just come here." I lay next to him and hold him close to me and he stays there and keeps breathing heavily but he soon calms down and starts to fall asleep my chest.

"Babe?..." He asks.

"Yes?" I ask softly.

"I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too." I start to fall asleep with him and we both fall sleep in eachother, staying close in eachother's embrace and he stays still and doesn't seem to have a nightmare.

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Yandere Henry Creel (3/9)

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That is, until there was but one child remaining. Eleven. I was tense and emotionally exhausted. I felt bad for each and every one of them, Two included. He was but a product of his environment, and nobody had ever taught him about morale or kindness. Nor had he ever received it.

Eleven was shaking in her boots. She sucked in a firm breath. Henry, his shoes clacking loudly in the silent room, went behind the young girl. He tied it with ease. And then, unlike the others, I noticed that he leaned over her shoulder and whispered something to her. Papa noticed. And I already knew Henry would be reprimanded later for his ‘disobedience.’

He returned to his spot against the wall, and I relaxed as I felt his arm against mine. Papa glanced, clearly displeased by what he did. However he didn’t call attention to it. Instead, he turned back and stated,” Begin.”

Both were shuddering tremendously, trying so very hard to muster the strength. My attention was completely stolen. At least, that was until I felt something press against my hand. I almost jerked away, but I recognized Henry’s soft fingers as they glided across my palm and he scooted closer, pushing our hands out of sight.

I gulped and I could only hope that my cheeks didn’t flush. There was something so much more loving as we held hands in secret, and as we watched the battle - me with great dismay -, I gained comfort from the quiet reminder that Henry hadn’t forgotten me yet. 

My gaze returned to Eleven. She was grunting loudly, painfully, and Two was still seething. My heart accelerated, but this time, not from Henry’s gentle touch. His thumb circled over my skin smoothly and I gripped even tighter, watching with wide eyes. 

Suddenly, Eleven was scooted back to the edge of the circle. There was something almost entertaining about it all, as though it were a nation-wide sport, and I could tell from the look in Papa’s eyes that he found it amusing. But Eleven regained her composure. Blood was dripping down both of their noses, and my brows furrowed. 

As she raised her hand, a scream broke loose. Two clearly caught off guard, was thrust into the wall. I gasped audibly this time, but Henry squeezed my hand, reminding me not to react. Tears threatened to fall because this entire situation still appalled me. 

Two’s body had left cracks in the glass and he tumbled to the floor. Eleven was panting furiously and lowered the blindfold, horror dawning in her eyes. Two used the wall to stand up, tearing off the blindfold in disbelief. There was something threatening in his gaze.

“Well, well. It looks like we have a new winner.”

~~~

I washed my face in the employee bathroom for the umpteenth time that day. Henry had yet to visit me in my dreams, and I was getting worried. Were they monitoring him so deeply? It had been god knows how long - at least a week - since we’d interacted, other than fleeting, affectionate glances. Not since we held hands. And I clung to that memory tightly.

For a place so ‘peaceful,’ it was horrible. Two was electrocuted severely for hurting Eleven so, and he came crying to me about it. About how badly he just wanted to impress Papa and be the best. And I couldn’t help myself. Nobody had heard, but I promised him. That things would get better soon. 

And the adoration I held for Henry was starting to wear off. I needed his comfort to keep me sane in this hell, and without him, I was reduced to a pile of ashen rubble. Every time I went to the bathroom, I ended up taking longer than a minute - like I once did before skipping around the house to continue what I was doing - because I just couldn’t stop crying. Everything about this place was evil.

And with Henry’s silence and odd behavior I was starting to wonder if I was as trapped as him and all the other poor children.

As I raised my head and faced the mirror, I sniffled. I looked so miserable. My face was pale from the lack of sunlight exposure. I wasn’t able to stomach as much food because of the depression that consumed me. I barely slept because eI hardly expected Henry to be there.

And then, the knob to the bathroom jiggled. My voice was croaking, but I managed,” Occupato!”

“…It’s me.”

I almost melted at the sound of his gorgeous voice. Without thought, I threw the door open. He stumbled inside, seemingly weaker than usual. It worried me, because he looked so very tired. He pushed and locked door behind us, though.

And it was like he was consumed with an entirely new disparity and passion. Before I could get even a word out, I was pushed up against the sink. I gasped out of surprise, feeling my cheeks darken. At the same time, an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, while the other tilted my head up. 

“Hen —“

He cut me off entirely, pressing his lips against mine. It took me a moment to realize, and he pushed himself against me further. I reciprocated after I regained composure. More tears escaped and I swung my arms around his neck, closing any conceivable distance between us.

Oh, how I missed the feeling of his lips against mine. But never had he been so passionate. He was always so sweet and gentle. But now, he was aggressive, but not so much to be harmfully so. I couldn’t complain, though. I had just as much pent up frustration, and only Henry could sooth it.

His hands suddenly went to my legs and he lifted me onto the sink, pressing me against the faucet and mirror. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I swung my legs around his waist, grasping at his neck even closer. He kept kissing me, again and again, and I never wanted him to stop.

But then, as I went to paw at his chest, he grunted and his nose scrunched up. My eyes opened in shock, and I stopped my movements. Henry didn’t though continuing to kiss me. However, he was in pain and I knew it. My hands maneuvered up to his shoulder and I poked him gently.

Only then did his eyes shoot open and he separated. We were both panting quietly and his face was flushed. He still looked so agonized, barely able to stand straight. His hands placed themselves on the rim of the sink for support and he stared at me sadly.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” he hummed, although there was an edge to his voice.

I frowned and as I fluttered my eyes at him, my hand drifted up to his cheek. I stroked it gently and his eyes shut instantly, leaning into it with a sigh. All of the disscontempt seemed to melt away from my touch, and I couldn’t help but cry softly.

“What did they do to you, Henry? What’s wrong?”

He mouth opened and then shut again. He gulped and inhaled sharply. “Was I not allowed to see the love of my life?” There was no venom in his tone, and he was attempting to dodge the question. He always spoke even silkier when he wanted to maintain a secret.

“Of course I wanted to see you, Henry. I’ve missed you,” I cooed. His eyes opened and he lifted a trembling hand, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. “But you’re hurt. Please, you can tell me. I need to know what they did to you.”

Henry sighed. Before I was taken, he never sighed even once. But ever since I’d been here, it’s all he ever seemed to do. He was so much unhappier in real life, and I wished nothing more than for him to be happy. It pained me to no end to see how they insisted on hurting him and the poor, helpless children.

“They have noticed how I cater to Eleven. But I’m… especially fond of her,” he admitted, smiling sadly. “She reminds me of myself when I was younger. Alone and different but powerful. And I think - no, I know - that she can get us out.”

I gasped quietly, although it was mostly of joy. I grasped his shoulders before wrapping him in a warm hug. He chuckled lowly and returned it, his soft, blonde locks tickling my neck. I heard him inhale deeply, burying his nose in my hair.

“That’s wonderful, Henry! I hope we’re able to get all of the children out. Or, at least, call the government a - and put a stop to this place! I don’t think I could ever abandon even one of them…”

I felt him tense, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Was he scared? Worried? Had he truly known this place his entire life?

But then, he laughed. I’d never heard him laugh so loudly, and he left the hug, instead standing in between me and clasping my hands tightly. He looked so happy and light and his beautiful smile was infectious. I giggled too, although I could never tell you what for. 

As his laughs dimmed, adorning a charming smile and a twinkle in his eyes, he raised my arm. He began peppering butterfly kisses. Some on the back of my hand, but then he began trailing them up my arm. I giggled further, beaming. Henry was the cure to everything. We were in love and always would be. I had never been more certain of anything in my life.

He trailed the kisses along my uniform, moving my sleeve up further with each kiss. He reached my shoulder, and he paused, his pretty doe eyes flickering up to me. I grinned down at him, cheeks burning up and my smile irreplaceable. Henry just had that effect. He was so perfect and I thought of nothing but him when I was with him.

He was entrancing.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“And I love you, Henry. So very much.”

“The most?”

I paused at his odd statement. He was staring at me so innocently and with such a joyous grin as his head once again leveled with mine, his forehead pressing against my own. I supposed he needed comfort, of course. And who else did I love as much as him?

“Without a doubt, my love.”

He bit his lips, glancing over my expression with a fleeting amount of worry. I opened my mouth to ask, fingers ghosting over his exposed neck carefully where the horrible monitoring device remained tracking our every movements.

“…Would you still love me if I had to do something immoral?”

I tilted my head slightly in confusion, meeting his eye with concern. “What do have to do, Henry?”

I trusted him. He was a good man and an even better lover. He would never do anything unnecessary. I already knew he’d have to defend himself when we made our escape, and if people - Papa, hopefully - died in the crossfire, then I would be okay with it.

He gulped, collecting his thoughts. I could feel every breath against my lips, and I cherished how close we were. I was so very happy. Henry was the cure to every ailment and I was sure of it.

“There would be some casualties… I will try, my dear, to spare those that mean no harm, but… I will tell you the plan later. Do you trust me and will you always love me?”

I paused again, digesting what he said. His voice was sweet as honey, but too sweet. Perhaps he was sparing me from the brutality of it. He was the most thoughtful person I’d ever met and treated me like royalty. The answer was easy for me. I was madly in love with Henry.

“Yes, Henry. I trust you. And I will always love you, no matter what.”

His entire body froze and his eyes widened. I giggled quietly. I had taken his breath away, like he so often did to me. Usually, Henry had such a calm and collected composure, but today, he’d throw it all out the window. I enjoyed the new side of him. It was thrilling and exotic.

However, as his eyes rolled over my body in such a sultry, foreign way, he asked one final question.

“Do you love me unconditionally?”

“Yes, Henry. You know I do,” I mewled dreamingly, desiring to reconnect our lips. 

He smiled, all hurt dissolving in an instant. He was so sure in himself and I loved to see him that way. His hands fell from the rim of the sink. My eyes widened as I felt the zipper on the back being tugged on. My heart accelerated more than I thought was humanly possible, 

I gasped as it slid down my back and he paused unsurely, eyes meeting my own again. His mouth twitched. “Is this alright, my dear?”

I pursed my lips before breaking into a smile. I giggled like a school girl with a crush and Henry smiled, continuing to unzip the uniform. I leaned forward and started working on his own. I became more and more bashful, although it was like my entire body was on fire as we progressed in undressing.

“I want you, Henry, and nothing else.”

“Then marry me.”

“In a heartbeat.”

~~~

On my way to the storage room, of which Henry told me to go to immediately when the playtime after lunch began, I ran right into Eleven. As tense as she was, though, Henry must’ve tipped her of my trustworthiness. She was so very shaky and was still struggling from the beating Two and his friends gave her. In her tiny hands was a keycard.

“Here,” I whispered as I led her down the hallway. “Let me keep that. Just in case.”

Her tiny hands pressed it into mine and I tucked it into my pocket. Henry hadn’t told me much of what the game plan was, even when I tried to pry the information out of him after we made love. So, instead, I maintained a blind trust in him. I placed my hand on the small of Eleven’s back and  urged her toward the game plan.

We arrived at the storage house and I used my keycard to unlock it. Inside was desolate and large and dark. I didn’t want to flick on the lights, instead vying for my eyes to adjust. I could hear Eleven panting heavily and I held her closer. We entered further, and then, within the darkness, I saw him.

Henry appeared from around a bookshelf, and he when Eleven jumped, he raised a finger to his lips and patted her shoulder. His eyes flitted over to me nd he was as calm and collected as he tended to be, eyes surveying for anyone else.

“Quiet. Follow me.”

He removed himself fro Even, instead leading us through the various shelves until we made it to the wall. I saw a small circular vent that only the children and myself could fit through, and it made me wonder what Henry had in mind for himself. He beckoned Eleven in particular over and crouched. She followed suit.

“Now, it’s going to be a bit scary, but you’ll fit.”

“But… you?”

H sent her a reassuring smile. “That is where you come in, Eleven. I the to ask this of you, but —” He motioned for her to stand and he joined my side, an arm wrapping around me. I leaned into him by default, my heart beating erratically. “—You and the other children are not the only ones trapped here, Eleven. Everyone here is a prisoner, Eleven. Not just you. We are, too.”

“What… do you mean?” Eleven asked quietly, eyeing between us in confusion.

“Here.”

He leaned over and tilted his head. He brushed his soft hair out of the way, revealing the tracker planted in his neck. On instinct, Eleven reached toward it, gasping quietly. She didn’t quite understand, but she knew that it was bad news.

“You see, Eleven, everywhere I go, they can follow me. I could escape if I so pleased but they would find me. I - we - are trapped here.”

“Help.”

Henry smiled softly. “Yes. I need you to help. See, I want you to take it out of my neck so then I can help Y/n here.”

Her eyes furrowed and I gasped quietly, fingers squeezing his arm. He sent me a smile, doe eyes fluttering knowingly. I gulped down my questions, even if tears threatened to fall. I didn’t want for Henry to hurt further. Eleven clearly shared the notion.

“Hurt.”

Henry chuckled lowly. “Remember. You can’t hurt me anymore than they already have. Come, Eleven.”

He sat against a pillar and I crouched down next to him. His voice was honey smooth and I wiped away the tears. This was necessary. All of this was, even the potential fatalities that would follow. I was consumed with dread, even though I trusted that Henry knew what he was doing.

He pulled his knees to his chest and I sat beside me. His hand searched for my own, and although his expression was peaceful, from how tightly he squeezed my hand, I knew he was not. He didn’t like being hurt. Nobody did. And it pained me to see him this way. Eleven stood in front of him bare feet flexing anxiously agains the ground.

Henry, with his free hand, grunted in anticipation and revealed the small tracker in his neck. Veins were popping out of his arm from how worried he was. However, he was doing his best to maintain the atmosphere. Eleven and all the children were good. At the bare minimum, they knew that hurting people was wrong.

Eleven stepped and raised her hand. I offered him a cloth and held it to his mouth. And then, it was like there was a small whirring in the air. Henry was shaking and continued to pant into the cloth. I comforted him, a few tears escaping. And then, all of a sudden, a pop sounded and a small piece of metal flew from his neck.

I gasped and Henry released me entirely, completely exhausted. However, I turned him toward me. I used the cloth and wrapped it around his neck. Already, blood was spewing from it, but the cloth caught it. I cupped his cheeks as he tried to recover. 

“Henry, it’s alright,” I hushed. “It’s over.”

It clattered against the ground. Henry didn’t acknowledge it, instead pushing himself up to his feet. He was oddly spry, not needing any time at all to recover. I bit my lip in concern as he walked toward the small, black device. He seemed so strong for someone who just had his neck torn up. 

He crouched and picked up the piece. Eleven was panting, some blood dripping from her nose. I sighed and went over to her. Using her uniform, I drew her attention to me as I used her sleeve today it away. Something I always wanted to do because it wasn’t healthy for the kids to bleeding constantly.

Henry rotated it in his hands. His brows were furrowed and I’d never seen such a serious twinkle in his eyes before. His smile was faded and there was anger present in his eyes. I stood beside Eleven in concern, about to call out for him. He had a firm furious frown tugging against his cheeks.

“Who knew something so small could cause so much trouble,” he hummed in distaste. 

His expression completely morphed to the one I was familiar with. Innocent azure eyes, a soft smile, and all the tenseness having faded. He sent me a smile and allowed the device to plop to the ground. 

“Thank you.”

Eleven, with another huff, nodded. One of her hands grasped onto my uniform tightly, and although she didn’t yet have the vocabulary to express it, she worried for Henry too. As some blood dripped again, she wiped in with a new resolution.

Suddenly, from up the stairs, the door burst open and a burning flashlight broke through. Angry men roared and Henry was the first to react. He grabbed my arm and I grabbed Eleven. “Run!” he bellowed, pulling us down the corridors. I could hear various ‘freeze’ and ‘stop where you are’s flying at us from behind.

We took a sharp turn, the men hot on our trails. Their flashlight lit up the path for us, and a small shriek escaped my lips. Henry pulled us up the stairs, our shoes or lack thereof clacking against the metal. 

“Lock it down, lock it down!”

Henry threw open the doors, making sure we made it through first. His hands barely grasped onto my lower arm again, and as the door shut from behind, men in green suits appeared from the end of the corridor. A squeak escaped as I pushed Eleven behind me protectively, and Henry wasn’t having any of it.

We from, and from behind us, the others appeared. We were completely closed in and I could feel Eleven trembling. Henry looked almost gleeful, though. He still maintained a quaint smile as he glanced between the two groups.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

One of the men started up an electric stick. I gasped and Henry glanced at me. He was firm and resolute not an ounce of fear present on his handsome features. 

“Against the wall! All of you! Now!”

I gulped and turned toward the wall. However Henry’s arm shot out, stopping me. “No. You don’t have to be afraid of them, Y/n. Not anymore.”

The man we were facing had a growing smirk. Henry’s breathing became heavier. The man nodded to the other, and they drew closer. 

Henry’s nose flared.

And then, all of a sudden, he raised his hand to the ones behind us. I gasped and Eleven was also startled, holding onto my uniform tighter. The men were thrown into the wall, grunting loudly. The lights were flickering manically and the walls were crumbling.

I pulled Eleven away, trying my best to suppress my fear. I knew Henry had powers. He was once one of the number, and most likely, the first. And I trusted him. He was doing what was necessary.

One man was thrown into the ceiling, a loud crack resonating in the hallway. The others were thrown every which way. Only one man was left standing, and I noticed how Henry’s dark expression had returned. The man wanted to yield, but Henry’s glare deepened and a frown graced his angelic face.

And then, he tilted his neck.

The man’s entire head was turned and he collapsed the ground. I screeched, shivers rolling down my spine. Tears threatened to fall once more. I understood he was doing what he thought he had to, but that man wasn’t attacking, right?

Eleven turned to look at us. He was dead serious, no longer hiding the dim mood he was in. I didn’t even manage to get a word out as he exclaimed,” Come.”

He grabbed me, and Eleven followed suit. He pulled us into a cleaning closet, slamming the door behind us. I was panting, feeling so very anxious. Henry had always been so sweet and gentle and kind. But he had snapped a pleading - and most likely, innocent - man’s neck without thought, and I tried so desperately to justify it.

Henry slammed the door. Eleven was confused and scared. He noticed I was, too, but he didn’t pay attention to it.

“Wait here. Don’t move. I’m going to find us a way out.”

I went to grab him, but Eleven beat me to it. “Oh, wait. H - how did you…”

Henry sent her a soft smile although his gaze was glued to me. “Like I said. We’re alike, you and I.”

Henry glanced down and pulled up his sleeve. Just like before, there it was, his zero-zero-one seared into his flesh, grey from wear and age. Realization dawned on Eleven and she met Henry’s expression once more. She was met with a mischievous grin, and just like that, he turned and left.

We were left standing there. Eleven was shellshocked. And I was horrified, still digesting what played out before me.

But I loved Henry. I trusted him. So why did I desire so badly to chase after him and see what he was doing?

“Eleven,” I spoke,” you need to stay here. I - I’m going after him. I promise, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Elven nodded curtly, knowing that I was doing what I knew I had to.

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