#*attempts to hide nosebleed*

[slayfics]

Would you consider writing a pro hero!bakugo x pro goth reader fic. Like maybe where they meet on a mission or something.

Katsuki meets a pro goth hero.

550 words

Katsuki was on the scene within seconds of the call. A villain on the move attempting to get away. Not a high-grade villain, so it was going to be an easy task. Either way, Katsuki was glad for the excitement on his patrol shift.

A loud bang and he flew into the alleyway where the villain was last spotted. But he didn’t find a fleeing villain, instead, he was met with a sight that made his ears go hot.

Another pro had beaten him to the scene. The villain was plastered against the floor the pro straddled on top of him pinning him from escaping.

“Where did your friends go?!” You yelled giving the villain a shake.

The villain only mumbled with a flush face, blood trickling from his nose, as you continued to interrogate him, unintentionally bouncing atop him as you yelled and shook him.

Katsuki huffed at the sight. Did you not notice the villain was way too flustered to say anything sensical?

Katsuki didn’t blame the villain. Your slick black hero outfit left little to the imagination. Curves fully displayed and plump breasts pushed together from the tight fit.

You may have thought you were punishing the villain, but this looked more like a reward to Katsuki.

The longer he watched the scene the harder it was to keep his thoughts about work. Your long black hair swayed as you yelled, full lips adorned in shiny black lipstick.

It was a sharp contrast to the usual girl pros he was used to with bright preppy colors that made his eyes squint. Your costume dilated his pupils and shallowed his breath, and no matter how hard he tried to redirect his thoughts he wondered what you’d look like on top of him instead.

“I said where are your friends?!!” You yelled again, obviously to Katsuki’s gaze.

“Think we’ll have better luck if I ask 'em,” Katsuki said, alerting your attention.

You dropped the villain and his head slammed against the ground. His nose still spewing blood.

“Oh, are my methods not good enough for the Great Dynamite?” You teased, eyebrow raised, you stepped off the villain.

Your attitude caught Katsuki off guard, but he found himself clenching his fists as his throat dried.

“Just sayin' I don’t think that nosebleed is because ya hit him in the face, pretty sure he’s not thinking with his head right now,” Katsuki spoke ignoring your jab.

“Alright then, show me how it’s done little fuse,” you taunted and sat up on one of the garbage bins. Legs crossed you gestured to the villain lying dizzy on the floor, indicating for Katsuki to give it a go.

Katsuki scoffed at your nickname pretending to be annoyed, but it made his eyes darken, and cheeks flush.

Katsuki picked up the villain in one hand, lighting up a blast in the other. “Speak or ya gonna be hurting even worse,” he demanded.

“Fuck ok- they are hiding in the dive bar two streets over! They were supposed to wait for my signal,” the villain confessed.

“Was that so hard,” Katsuki taunted, slamming the villain back on the floor and knocking him out.

“Oh, so you like it rough,” you taunted.

What kind of hero were you, Katsuki thought. Mustering up his best eye roll he answered, “Yeah I do- and if you want to meet me later, I’ll show ya there’s nothing little about me.”

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[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1211

Chapter 32:

The Road was silent and empty, the tension between the three of you thick.

After Billy confessed that he was looking to find his brother at the end of the road, you had all remained quiet and simply kept walking.

No one brought up what Evanora said about Agatha and You, what happened to Alice or what they witnessed at the last trial.

You walked at Billy's right side and Agatha at his left; leaving him trapped between the two of you.

He said nothing more for a while, but it was because he was trying to use his powers. Well, not his magic based on but the other set he had inherited; most likely from Wanda.

Billy had the ability to read minds, at least with some partial control. Either he had to be very close emotionally with someone to easily access their thoughts and establish a connection, or try really hard.

And that's what he did, trying to focus first on Agatha and then on you. Yet the more he tried, the more blocks he found; as if his ability could not bypass your minds and find your thoughts.

With you, he was not fully surprised but with Agatha... she was magicless. He should have been able to get something out of her, but all of his attempts have been futile.

What he didn't know was the fact that both of you could sense him, and you also took notice of his little frown; a big clue that he was mentally struggling with something.

In this case, the mental barriers you both had established to keep noisy telepaths out of your heads.

"You'll get a nosebleed trying that hard to read our minds." Agatha said, deciding to address the elephant in the room. "Especially hers," she motioned for you. "She is immune to noisy telepaths and mind readers."

Billy looked at you, surprised.

You shrugged your shoulders. "It's part of my magic. It neuters and blocks anything foreign." You explained. "It would take a very strong magic individual to be able to bypass it"

"Hmmm," he exclaimed and kept walking, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation or admit out loud that he was trying to snoop around with his abilities.

"You just can ask me your questions. Aloud." Agatha said, not liking this silence that silently existed between the three of you.

Plus, she was curious to find more about this Billy. What he had in mind or wished to know, what he thought and questioned. Now that there was no stupid sigil to stop him from exposing everything.

She just had to tread this carefully.

"Okay, then, where's Rio?" Billy asked, and you smirked on amusement, at both how smart the boy was and how quicky he cornered Agatha.

Agatha cleared her throat. "Not that question."

Billy looked at you, hoping you would offer some insight into this creepy green witch with questionable motives and loyalties.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't say anything," you replied softly as you pushed a small branch to the side and allowed the others to walk first before you followed them.

"Is Wanda Maximoff really dead?" He asked next, and you turned your head to face Agatha, curious about that as well.

"Yes." She said with confidence but quickly changed her mind. "No. Maybe."

"Did you see a body?"

Agatha got a flash of the morgue body she saw while fighting to escape Wanda's spell and be free of this stupid Agnes persona that she was forced to have for three whole years.

"Yes, I did."

"Did anybody else?"

She thought for a moment. "It's hard to say." She confessed honestly and yet received a questionable look from the boy by her side. "Hey, you want straight answers, ask a straight lady."

You scoffed in amusement and had to place your hand in front of your mouth to hide your laughter that was threatening to come out.

Once you calmed down faintly, you saw the others looking at you. "Don't look at me like that. It was funny... and accurate," you bemused. "Plus, let's admit there is not really a straight person in this coven...or any coven I have met."

Agatha nodded. "Straight people and coven do not mix."

It was Billy's turn to scoff. "Oh, please. That's just a rumour. "

You and Agatha smirked, but it was your lover who chose to comment first.

"Is it now?" She questioned rhetorically. "Then, please, do your research and find me a coven that did not have questionable romantic preferences. I will wait. "

Billy opened his mouth to argue, but he came to realize he didn't truly know any covens in real life. The covens he studied and read about was not a lot of accurate information to trust.

Before he could think of something to save himself from yet another embarassment, he too notice of something up ahead.

Everyone came to a halt and observed your next trial, this time a haunting dark eyrie castle on top of a rock. Even the clouds and the background seemed to match its aesthetic.

"This is new," Agatha commented.

"I have a bad feeling bout this," you confessed and rubbed your hands faintly, feeling your hair stand on end in warning.

"We don't really have much of a choice," Billy reminded you.

Left with nothing else to say, you continued down the path; mentally preparing yourself for what is to come.

Billy and you had yet to face your trials, which both comforted and also worried you. On one hand, if the next trial was for any of you two, it meant you could be okay even if Jen and Liia join later.

But godess help if the trial is for Lilia or Rio, for it would not end well unless they would magically appear right on time, summoned by the road.

You were not sure if that was possible, for last time you, Agatha, and the coven had not gotten separated. Instead, you have stuck together even if some of your fellow witches perished on the way.

You came to a halt in front of the gothic huge wooden double door, two heavy metallic rings with intricate designs right in the middle; an old but familiar to you way of knocking on doors before door bells were invented.

"Guess we don't knock, right?" Billy asked, looking at you and Agatha.

"We didn't the last time," you reminded him. "Or any of the last times," you continued in a mumble.

"Then why do you do now?" Agatha questioned rhetorically and pushed the heavy doors or at least tried. "They look far lighter than they are," she grunted, trying not to make a joke out of herself because she knew Billy would never let it go.

Thankfully, Jen was not present, for she would have commented already and not in a nice way.

You looked at Billy and then chose to join her, doing your best to push against the heavy doors. Eventually, your combined efforts seemed to pay off, and you managed to make a big enough gap to pass through; darkness blocked your vision for a moment before things cleared.

And once you could see again, you came face to face with your next trial.

Chapter 33

[kykyonthemoon]

Behind him

Behind him was everything you had ever known.

ಇ. Caleb x F!Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags & warnings: angst with a little fluff, major character death, mention of Chapter 4, hurt no comfort in the end, motorbike riding.

ಇ. Word count: 1k

ಇ. Based on a request by Wytchie Pie

ಇ. Masterlist ♡ Request a fic

Behind him was everything you had ever known.

You grew up under his care and protection. Every time something happened, you would always look for his mighty back first, as if this was a habit. That was something he had taught you since you were little.

For, on the first day of school, you were bullied by older kids. They pulled your hair and mocked your bewildered appearance. You were about to throw a punch that would destroy their already loose front teeth, when he arrived out of nowhere. He spread his arms wide, covering you behind his back.

“Don't mess with my sister!”

He declared loudly as you attempted to draw him away. “I can handle them, Caleb!” 

As a result, that day, Caleb suffered a nosebleed, while  the other children had broken teeth and some had swollen faces. 

You were safe and sound. Caleb had shielded you like a wall that never swayed.

Caleb grew up fast, so when other children saw him as greater than them, they were afraid and stayed away. They dared not to make trouble with you since they knew you were his adoptive sister. Perhaps you had noticed his back and how it would cast a shadow on you as you went home together.

He would constantly stroll ahead of you in busy areas. But he never abandoned you. He would hold your hand and make use of his shoulder to cut through the crowds to secure a place for you. If you got lost, fear not, simply look around and you would see his towering figure amid the crowd, anxious and hurrying toward you. When your legs weary, he would lift you onto his enormous back and carry you. When you were disrespectful and made Grandma furious, he would hide you and take all the blame on himself. Just seeing his back, holding his hand, and you were home.

You adored Caleb's back, when it was soaked in sweat on hot days as he took you to school on a little bicycle. You adored Caleb's back on sudden rainy days, when he would tell you:

“Pip-squeak, hide behind me. You won't get wet in the rain.”

And you would obediently crouch behind his back, entrusting him to keep you safe from every raindrop and every wind. Caleb never complained, but rather seemed proud when you relied on him.

Rainy days, sunny days, every day was peaceful when you were behind him.

Then, he left home to the academy, and your days in high school stretched so long. On the day you graduated, he suddenly appeared at the school gate on a brand new black motorbike. He drew all the admiring eyes of the students, while you were both surprised and embarrassed to catch his words, out loud:

"Congratulations on your graduation, pip-squeak!"

He must have purposefully pronounced those tiny syllables, pip-squeak, aloud and then grinned warmly at you. You rushed to his side.

"Get on."

"Where are we going?"

Caleb placed a helmet on your head and said, "Just get on and you'll see."

Sitting at the back of his motorbike, the wind blew your hair and your uniform skirt. Yet simply by sheltering behind Caleb's sturdy back, the world seemed to slow down, the sunshine was brighter and the breeze became much kinder.

Caleb took you out of town into the outlying areas to view the sights. Sunset dropped on his back on the hill where wildflowers danced in the wind. You sat back to back with him, head tilted and rested on his shoulder.

“When did you buy the motorbike?” You asked. Before making any major decision, he would at least inform Grandma and you first. However, this was kept concealed. 

"Yesterday." Caleb replied, smiling. “And I rode it back here to pick you up.”

"What?" You were astonished. “You rode it all the way back here from Skyhaven?”

"Yup. Do you like it?" 

You got up and turned to look at him. "I do."

Caleb also turned to look at you. “Then every time I have a break, I'll come back and take you out, okay?”

Since then, you started to be more interested in motorbikes. Caleb's important missions prevented him from returning home frequently, while you were accepted into the Hunter training program and had your trips delayed over and over again. Nonetheless, you still counted every single day to holidays, when Caleb would take you out on his motorbike again.

When you became an official Hunter, you chose a motorbike as your personal means of transportation. You enjoyed driving at fast speeds across long distances. You appreciated how the wind whispered in your ears memories of sitting on the back of Caleb's, having his back defend you. Now that you had grown up, you could let him stay behind you. You could protect him.

Even though you kept insisting, "I'm not a kid anymore!" you would like sitting behind Caleb and being pampered and protected in that way. You could put your arms around him, rub your face against the back that smelled of wind and grass where he preferred to lie down, and whisper: "If only I could stay like this for the rest of my life!"

The last time you saw that back was on a bright sunny afternoon.

He entered the house, and never left again.

*

* *

You clutched the necklace you had given him years ago. So tight that it left a mark on your palm. Your tears flowed, soaking the pillow on the hospital bed. Powerless. Hopeless. You stared up at the dark room ceiling. 

One hand reached up high, as if to keep him back.

Come back, Caleb!

Don't go in there!

Wait for me! 

Just a little… Slow down a little…

Please…

But Caleb did not listen to you. He could not hear you. He grinned and opened the door to death. The crimson flames engulfed him, taking away from you the back that had always shielded you throughout his existence. 

And then, you were all alone, forever left behind him.

[whumpetywhump]

Game Of Outlaws (2021)

Nont Wongdecha

01:

- Grieving, crying, guilt-stricken

- Passes out drunk in the shower, dragged into bed, wakes up with a hangover

05:

- Punched during a fistfight, bruised face

06:

- Face still bruised from last episode

- Shot in the arm, bleeding, dragged to his feet

09:

- Shot in the side, dragged to safety

10:

- Treating his own gunshot wound from last episode, gasping in pain, gags himself while stitching it, trying to hide the injury, bleeding through his shirt

- Punched in the face

- Pistol whipped by his crush

11:

- Drunk, needs support to walk

- Chloroformed, kidnapped, wakes up tied to a chair, beaten up, bloody lip, choked

12:

- Hit with flying shrapnel in an explosion, bleeding from the head, stunned, passes out, dragged to safety, rushed to hospital, recovering in bed with a neck brace, tries and fails to get up

16:

- Face cut and scraped during a gunfight, stabbed in the back with a poisoned knife, bleeding, passes out, hospitalised, cardiac arrest, given CPR, intubated, recovering in bed, wakes up in pain

17:

- Face still scraped from last episode, needs support to walk

- Punched in the face, knocked out, kidnapped, tied up

18:

- Still tied up, face still cut and scraped, soaked in petrol and left to die in a fire, crying, rescued

19:

- Face still cut and scraped

- Shot in the arm, bleeding

Mavin

07:

- Flashback: Bloodied from a beating, held at gunpoint, protected

- Shot in the back

08:

- Still bleeding from last episode, shot in the back again, recovering in hospital

10:

- Punched in the face

12:

- Slapped in the face

14:

- Flashback: Face bruised after a fight, sobbing, comforted

17:

- Punched in the gut

- Emotional breakdown, sobbing, punching himself in the face, comforted

19:

- Shot in the arm and gut, collapses to his knees, shouting in pain

- Shot repeatedly in the chest, falls to his knees, collapses, cradled, dies in his girl’s arms

Ravee Pattarapreecha

05:

- Shot in the shoulder, collapses, bleeding on the ground, passes out

06:

- Punched in the face, nosebleed

07:

- Punched to the ground, beaten up, knocked out, dragged to a car, kidnapped

- Tied up, punched in the face during a hostage video, beaten up in an escape attempt, bruised face, tied up again, held hostage at knifepoint

08:

- Face still bruised from last episode

- Shot in the arm, bleeding, recovering in hospital

10:

- Smacked in the face by his sister

14:

- Stabbed repeatedly in someone else’s dream

17:

- Kidnapped, punched in the face, tied up, held hostage

TW: Contains themes of child abuse, noncon and addiction

[sevasey51]

I actually have a prompt ….

Matt gets really bad nosebleeds and he try’s to hide it but Kelly notices and gets all paranoid because Matt is sitting over a trash can bleeding continuously.., he forces Shay to look Matt over completely

It’s just Casey being Casey

Paring: Kelly Severide x Matt Casey (ft. Shay)

Summary; Matt tries to hid his bad nosebleeds from Kelly - he’s not having it.

Matt Casey sat on the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to maintain his composure as he leaned over a trash can, crimson droplets cascading from his nose. The metal can, once innocuous, now bore witness to his struggle, filling rapidly with the evidence of his suffering. Matt hated how vulnerable he felt in moments like this, but he tried to brush it off, determined not to worry anyone, especially Kelly.

Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, Kelly Severide entered the kitchen, and the moment he caught sight of Matt’s situation, his heart dropped. Kelly had always been attuned to Matt’s well-being, and seeing him hunched over, blood dripping steadily, sent alarm bells ringing in his mind. “Matt!” Kelly exclaimed, rushing to his side. “What the hell is going on?”

“It’s fine, Kelly. Just a nosebleed,” Matt replied, his voice strained and slightly muffled as he tried to stanch the flow with a tissue.

“Just a nosebleed? It looks like a scene from a horror movie!” Kelly shot back, panic creeping into his voice. “How long has it been going on?”

Matt hesitated, unwilling to admit how long he had been struggling alone. “I don’t know. A few minutes, maybe,” he lied, trying to sound casual.

Kelly wasn’t buying it. He could see the sweat forming on Matt’s brow, and the way his hands trembled slightly gave away just how serious this was. “Shay!” he called out, his voice rising with urgency. “Get over here!”

A moment later, Shay entered the room, her medical instincts kicking in as she took in the sight before her. “What happened?” she asked, concern evident in her tone.

“Just a bad nosebleed,” Kelly explained, trying to keep his voice steady. “But it won’t stop. He’s been bleeding for too long.”

Shay approached Matt, who was still trying to play it cool, but the pallor of his face and the slight tremor of his body told a different story. “Okay, let’s take a look,” she said gently, motioning for him to sit up straight.

Reluctantly, Matt complied, but he felt the tension in the room, the weight of Kelly’s worry pressing down on him. “I’m fine, really,” he insisted, but it came out weaker than he intended.

“Not with that much blood coming out,” Shay said firmly, examining him closely. She carefully tilted his head back and pressed a clean cloth against his nose, keeping an eye on the amount of blood pooling in the trash can. “You need to keep this on for a few minutes. I want to make sure you’re not losing too much.”

“Just—just give me a minute, okay? I’ll be good,” Matt said, attempting to brush it off again, but Kelly wasn’t having it.

“Matt, if you don’t stop trying to hide this, I swear I’m going to lose it,” Kelly admitted, his voice tinged with fear. “You need to take care of yourself. I can’t handle seeing you like this.”

As the seconds ticked by, Matt could feel Kelly’s eyes on him, filled with concern. It was an uncomfortable feeling, knowing that his partner was worried, but he appreciated it too. It reminded him how much he was cared for.

Shay monitored the situation, her professional demeanor calm and reassuring. “We need to make sure it’s not something more serious,” she said, giving Matt a stern look. “If this doesn’t stop soon, we’re heading to the hospital. No arguments.”

Matt opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it when he met Kelly’s piercing gaze. The determination in Kelly’s eyes was a reminder that some battles were better fought together. “Fine,” he relented. “Just… let’s try to get it under control first.”

“Good,” Kelly said, exhaling slowly as he settled beside Matt, placing a hand on his back in a supportive gesture. “We’ll handle this together.”

As the minutes dragged on, Matt focused on his breathing, grateful for Shay’s steady presence and Kelly’s comforting hand. In that moment, he realized that it was okay to lean on others, to allow himself to be vulnerable, and that together, they could face anything—even the worst nosebleeds.

[ashrooms]

Made my own Spot variant! I have a type, and it's mad scientists apparently. Lore down below.

Dr. Jonatan Ohnn was a scientist at 1109's Alchemax where he was the primary scientist working on the collider (this universe has no Dr. Octavius). However, he developed an unhealthy obsession in tapping into the dark matter energy's "true potential", saying how it could be used to achieve something greater. His obsession only grew stronger when he realized working with the substance in close proximity and prolonged exposure had had an effect on his body. Black, ink-like stains spread across his body, eating at him inside and out. It grew difficult to hide them... He was terminated from Alchemax once it was discovered he had taken some of the work to his home to experiment on privately, with no intention of sharing his discoveries. Ohnn broke back in, intending to steal all his work from the lab. Alchemax workers attempted to stop him and, in a "William Birkin"-style moment, Ohnn merged his body with the remaining dark matter, not wanting to lose his work. He then proceeded to raid, and in the process, destroy, Alchemax... the scientists that didn't die or escape were taken by Ohnn, to be used as fodder for his experiments.

Currently known as "The Void", his form is primarily made up of dark matter which he can manifest into limbs and such. He has a shattered, but fragile mind, often flip flopping between his usual cold and observant self to manic and frantic. He doesn't like when people stare at him, often lashing out physically if he's in his frantic state of mind. Prolonged staring into the Void can cause headaches, ringing of the ears, and nosebleeds. He now roams the multiverse to consume all dark matter to reach his full potential, not unlike that of ATSV Ohnn.

[konohagakurekakashi]

Why does Kakashi wear a mask? HC allowed!

//I don't just have one particular headcannon where the mask is concerned, but a few. I know the larger part of fanon suggest that Kakashi hides his face behind a mask because he greatly resembles his father, and that bothered him after his father lost himself and commited seppūku. He might not have wanted to see his father everytime he looked in the mirrow after the fact, but it can't be the reason for the mask as a whole, since kid Kakashi was seen wearing a mask long before Sakumo was astrocised and buried. Also, if Hatake Sakumo was to blame, then surely Kakashi could have parted with the mask after the Pein attack as a sign of absolution on both parties; but that wasn't the case.

Now for the second Fanon opinion.

In the sporadic spinoff series, 'Rock Lee and his Ninja Pals', it was stated that Kakashi wears the mask to hide the 'nosebleeds' he gets from reading the Icha Icha series all day long - this was said in /jest/ of course, as Kakashi has been wearing the mask before the existence of the adult book series. I think there is some truth in the jest in that the mask serves to hide Kakashi's emotions, however. Though he has the majority of his face hidden, no one can deny that he is one of, if not the most expressive characters in the series.

Enter my opinion / headcanons:-

1. Though he excelled in almost every aspect of being a ninja from a very young age, he struggled with his facial expressions and keeping his true feelings and motives hidden. He thought this would be a hindrance on missions, since a good shinobi was not supposed to show so much emotion. They were supposed to be mysterious, calculating, deceptive and unassuming to the point where they were thought to be 'invisible'. So, Kakashi obscured his features in an attempt to blend in with the crowd, unobserved.

2. Inuzuka Clan members are specialists in tracking due to their hightened senses, more specifically their superior sense of smell. Yet Kakashi is said to have a "better sense of smell than Kiba." Whether this is due to him being a Hatake, or maybe due to his mysterious mother being an Inuzuka, is neither here nor there...what is important is that he has a hightened olfactory system. I therefore think it's believable enough to assume that it got to the point where he got overwhelmed with his surroundings as a child, so he wore a mask as it helped to filter out the worst of it. It would explain why he sometimes goes so far as to sleep with the mask as well, since it could contain a scent blocking seal stitched within the fabric.

[simply-whump]

A League of Nobleman (君子盟) - Whump List

Whumpee : Lan Jue played by Jing Bo ran and Zhang Ping played by Song Wei Long

Synopsis : Zhang Ping is a poor scholar who wanders the streets, using his skill of pulling noodles to make a living. He is meddlesome in nature and likes to involve himself with government cases. Lan Jue, the Minister of Rites, is constantly embroiled in the political strife of the court. Possessing a graceful and elegant appearance, he seems to lead a smooth-sailing life but actually hides a history unknown to many. While traveling to the Capital for the National Examinations, Ping unknowingly becomes entangled in Jue's secret operation. Together they will face tough cases head-on and life-and-death situations. (MDL)

Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Wuxia, Historical, Bromance

Note : Since I really liked this drama, I made an edit for it on my youtube channel that you can watch here.

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

 Lan Jue

Ep 1 : None

Ep 2 : Choked, anxious, half stumbling, has to sit down

Ep 3 : Anxious, heart beating fast, vision blurry — Accused of treason, almost taken to jail

Ep 4 : Kidnaped, unconscious, rope around his neck, coughing, water thrown at his face, choked, cut slowly with a knife in the arm, in pain, (Gif Set) — Hanged, choking, saved, (Gif Set)

Ep 5-6 : None

Ep 7 : Crying, emotional

Ep 8 : In an explosion, debris from a tunnel collapse on him, struggling to stand up, ears ringing, worried for Zhang Ping, (Gif Set), trapped

Ep 9 : Worried for Zhang Ping

Ep 10 : Enters a state of hypnosis/illusion, facing his inner demons, panicked

Ep 11 : Still under hypnosis, panicking, heavy breathing — Teary-eyed — Suddenly wakes up from the hypnosis 

Ep 12 : None

Ep 13 : (His close friend gets angry because he’s worried about him. It’s not whump by I really like these brotherly moments) — In jail — Stomachache 

Ep 14 : Stomachache worsens, concern for him — Teary-eyed — (Zhang Ping comes to his house to make him food to cure his stomachache. It was really sweet) — Attacked, pushed to the ground

Ep 15 : Fighting, hit in the head, collapses — Unconscious, carried by Zhang Ping — Wakes up, has a falling-out with Zhang Ping — Getting drenched in the rain — Becoming a bit crazy, hallucinating — Hand scratched by a cat

Ep 16 : Angry outburst, shaking, desperate — Hallucinating, becoming crazy — Finally calms down and becomes rational again

Ep 17 : None

Ep 18 : In jail

Ep 19-20 : None

Ep 21 : Poisoned, has a nosebleed, very dizzy, unsteady, collapses, passes out

Ep 22 (⚠️TW for attempted suicide⚠️): Wakes up in bed, helped up — (Flashback) Drinks poison willingly, drinking, passing out

Ep 23-24 : None

Ep 25 : Learning the truth about his father, emotional, angry outburst, teary-eyed

Ep 26 : Has a nightmare

Ep 27 : None

Ep 28 : Restrained, manhandled 

Ep 29 : None

Zhang Ping

Ep 1 : Sword at his neck — Get tangled up in fabrics and falls (comedic)

Ep 3-4 : None

Ep 4 : Back slashed by a sword while saving Lan Jue, in pain, concern for him, passes out — In bed, unconscious, treated, (Gif Set), having a nightmare, concern for him, doctor says he is dying (he was only pretending)

Ep 5-6 : None

Ep 7 : Pinned to the ground, restrained

Ep 8 : In an explosion, debris from a tunnel collapse on him, buried under some rocks, unconscious, concern for him, wakes up, (Gif Set), trapped, arm injured, arm bandaged

Ep 9 : Missing, concern for him — Wakes up tied up in an unknown place, manages to free himself, attacked — Unconscious (or dead?), about to be used as some sort of sacrifice, revealed it was just an illusion, choked, manhandled (in the illusion), sweating (in the real world) — Thrown to the ground, kicked, inhaled some poisonous gas, helped up — Leaning against a tree, weak — Has a nightmare

Ep 10 : Enters a state of hypnosis/illusion

Ep 11 : Tired after performing the hypnosis, falls asleep — Agitated sleep, has a nightmare, heavy breathing, given a flower to calm his nerves 

Ep 12 : Restrained, taken away — Put on his knees, restrained, punched twice, manhandled, put in some kind of torture box that makes him hang by the neck, choked, vision blurry, passing out, (Gif Set), saved by Lan Jue, weak — Bruises on his neck

Ep 13 : Punched, grabbed by the collar — In jail

Ep 14 : Fighting

Ep 15 : Fighting — Slashed in the back with a knife/sword, in pain, shoulder bleeding — Carrying Lan Jue on his injured back — Crying, has a falling-out with Lan Jue, sword at his neck, collapses due to his wound — Getting drenched in the rain, collapses unconscious, found, concern for him (Gif Set) — Shivering in bed, looked after — Falls of his horse exhausted, passes out — Wakes up in bed — Big wound on his back treated

Ep 16 : Having a nightmare, sweating, agitated in his sleep

Ep 17 : None

Ep 18 : In jail

Ep 19 : None

Ep 20 : Drugged, vision blurry, weak — Teary-eyed

Ep 21 : Very dizzy, unsteady, collapses, passes out

Ep 22 : None

Ep 23 : Watches someone he loves die in front of him, crying, angry, knocked out

Ep 24 : Wakes up in bed, emotional, restrained, falls to his knees, punching the ground, heavy breathing, teary-eyed — Exhausted, teary-eyed, hallucinating, collapses unconscious — Wakes up, vision blurry, sick, weak, stumbling, carried, very weak, passed out — Enters an illusion (in a state of hypnosis), exhausted, collapsing on his knees, teary-eyed, gets his memories back— Crying, wakes up

Ep 25 : None

E 26 : Manhandled, framed for murder

Ep 27 : Handcuffed — Stabbed, collapses, concern for him, gasping in pain, passes out

Ep 28 : Walking holding his side, helped to walk — (Flashback) Stabbed, concern for him, knife taken out, wound treated and sealed with fire, wakes up in pain, bandaged (Gif Set)

Ep 29 : Holding his side

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[deaths-presence]

Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 6: The Becoming

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.7k Characters Featured: Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Dazai suicide comment warning, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! We are finally here at the moment we've been wanting for so long.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You awoke in a room that was starting to darken with the evening sky, but part of you was relieved to realize it wasn’t recognizable. On the one hand, you immediately wondered where you were.On the other, however, you began to remember what happened before you slipped into darkness against your will. Your suspicions were confirmed when the bed you lay on resembled one you would see in a hospital. Was that where you were? The thought was quickly dispelled by the presence you missed off to your left side.

“The sleeping beauty finally rises from her slumber,” the honeyed voice makes your head spin towards the source. His chocolate eyes were latched onto you, and the little smirk on his face made you aware of his amusement at your reaction.

“Dazai, was it?” you asked after a moment, your voice laced with exhaustion. “You touched the doll, and everything stopped.”

Dazai gave a hum of approval. “I did! My nullifying ability was able to cancel out Q’s madness that spread across Yokohama thanks to Atsushi’s efforts. I saw you. You tried to keep Atsushi from dying; such selflessness.”

You sat up more in the semi-uncomfortable bed and shrugged your shoulders at his praise. The more you thought about it, you registered that you didn’t give saving Atsushi a second thought. You were willing to risk your life, but maybe that was because you weren’t sure you were initially going to survive the landing. However, it certainly didn’t feel self-sacrificial either.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, and that meant making sure Atsushi gave you that doll. It was the least I could do after he explained what was happening,” you attempted to explain.

“Were you escaping the Guild?” His eyes were watching you with such precision, and you could sense that he was trying to gather any piece of information about you that he could. It was understandable, you reasoned. You were the stranger that was previously with the enemy before you were found.

“I was never truly a part of it like the rest are. I didn’t join out of my own willingness. I’m sure Atsushi has at least told you that.”

Dazai’s smile returned, and it was the only confirmation you needed to know that Atsushi did relay the knowledge to him. “I admit it is part of the reason why we decided to bring you back to the Armed Detective Agency, besides Atsushi insisting on it.”

So that’s where you were.

“In fact, I was even willing to thank the angel that would give her life for our Atsushi’s safety. You could only imagine my surprise when I saw you instead,” he commented with a grin. It only widened when his words made you squint at him. You picked up on the flirty tone after all.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” you quipped, hiding your surprise at how fast the words came out of your mouth. You knew better than to be rude in fear of being left to fend for yourself. You were here upon the graciousness of Dazai and Atsushi after all.

Dazai’s little giggle kept you from panicking. “No, not at all. Instead, I should be grateful. I don’t think you realize how many in your position would have never risked death and focused on saving themselves instead.”

You crinkled your nose and shook your head in disapproval. “The Guild may have crushed my sense of freedom, but I did not forget my morals and beliefs. Atsushi was willing to risk everything, so I decided I would too. I had nothing else to lose in that moment.” Your gaze caught the way his eyes shifted from studying you to properly seeing you for the first time, and you turned your head away as he spoke next.

“That’s what I thought you would say. Goodness, I may have found someone that may finally agree to a double suicide,” he sighed dreamily.

“I’m sorry, agree to a what—?!” you nearly shrieked.

The disappointment was evident on his face after your question. “Every woman I’ve ever asked has always said no. I thought you would’ve been the one after being so willing to give your own life, especially with such a pretty face.”

The urge to slap Dazai was replaced by confusion for the way your cheeks felt hot at his comment. You decided to hide in the sheets that you held up to your face, hoping you looked disappointed instead of flustered. “You do not ask every woman you encounter. I feel so sorry for them.”

“It is their loss, just like it is yours,” he huffed out and sat back further in the chair that resided by your bedside.

“I’m good, thanks,” you retorted with sarcasm dripping from your words. You showed your face again once you knew the blush from your face was gone, deciding to change the subject before he went on. “How long do I have here?”

Dazai’s eyes slid back over to you. “It would depend on how long you think you are staying.”

Your body squirmed. You got into all this mess trying to find Roberte, and you didn’t know how long it would take to finally locate him. It was never your intention to grace the ADA with your sudden presence, but it was a genuine concern to be left alone with Fitzgerald who would be hunting you down.

“I do not want to burden you. I’m sure the last thing you need is someone else to worry about, at least until I find what I came looking for,” you finally replied. 

“And what is it that you are searching for in Yokohama of all places?” His curiosity was back to soaking up information from you. 

“My brother had written to me. Roberte said he had found work in the Guild and to come join him, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be found. That’s when Fitzgerald saw my ability and decided to use me for his purposes. I’m not sure Roberte’s even here at this point,” you explained, your voice more fragile now. “I want to go home, but I have to find him first.”

Dazai was quiet at your words before standing up. Your eyes watched his lanky form draw the curtains around your bed, and it was only then that you noted he had discarded the tan trench coat from earlier. Your heart fluttered as he turned towards you, and you excused it for the rising anxiety.

“Are you too exhausted to show me how your ability works?”

The question made your stomach drop, and Dazai could see how much dread was in your eyes at it. You didn’t give him a chance to reply as you took a shaky breath. “Can I ask why first? I’ve never been able to without repercussions.”

“Atsushi said that you could shapeshift into other people. I want to see how you’re able to do it. It’s something we should understand if we are to help protect you here,” he answered. 

You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Your ability was powerful and had already started to end up in the wrong hands with the Guild. You decided despite your initial discomfort, it would be best to comply.

Your eyes were now staring into his scrutinizing brown ones as you replied. “Can you give me something that has personal meaning or is commonly worn by someone? Nothing of yours, though. I’m afraid as soon as I was able to try, I wouldn’t be able to with how your ability works. It would cancel mine.”

Dazai thought quietly before holding up a finger, signaling for you to wait before stepping out of the curtains and leaving you alone. He shortly returned with something in his hand, and you examined the red sailor collar as it was given to you.

“Give me a moment, please. A new Change is more difficult,” you warned. Your eyes closed as you attempted to focus. Your fingers explored the red fabric, trying to find the connection. It took a few seconds, but you were able to latch onto something. Long, sleek black hair that went down to her hips and dark gray eyes. She was an Agency member despite still being a high school student. You opened your eyes to find Dazai’s interested eyes on you as you finished the shapeshifted appearance.

“Do you know her name?”

You searched through her mind, and with ease found the desired answer. “Naomi?” Your voice startled you, sounding nothing like yours.

“So, you are also able to be convincing once you’re connected to them,” Dazai observed.

“Only if their mind isn’t guarded. There have been people I’ve tried to imitate only to be blocked out of knowing who they are,” you informed.

Dazai was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “You can return back now.”

You sighed in relief as you shifted back to your normal appearance, offering the red collar for him to give back to Naomi. “It works with physical touch, too. It doesn’t just have to be a person’s belongings that make it unique to them.”

“Is it possible to use more than one Change, as you call it?” His hand was on his chin.

“I can have them. They do become harder to maintain in memory if I don’t use them after a certain amount of time, though, and I would have to repeat the same process,” you said.

Dazai hummed, and you determined he was someone who was difficult to read. He always kept an impressive metaphorical mask on his face besides the playful smiles and teasing that you observed earlier. You couldn’t place what he was thinking as he kept his gaze on you. Therefore, it alarmed you when he merely smiled.

“In that case, we’ll discuss everything in the morning. If you need anything, Yosano will be here overnight. I simply wouldn’t want to keep you from recovering,” he cooed as he began to exit. At the last second, he peeked his head past the curtain again. “Make sure to have sweet dreams about me.”

You scowled and raised one of your pillows to hit him with it as a threat before he disappeared with mischievous giggling. You heard the door close and sat the pillow back down once you were alone again. You decided you were going to take up Dazai’s offer and continue to rest, and maybe just once you would have a peaceful night’s sleep while being in the ADA’s safety. 

You curled up underneath the covers, not noticing the small little smile on your lips as you succumbed to sleep. You didn’t dream of Dazai, but you were free from nightmares for one night.

[bluegekk0]

This is going to sound weird, but I like how miserable past fpk looks in the updated reference sheet. He is so much skinnier and just looks tired. Did anyone have any opinions or thoughts about his health at this time?

I'm very happy to hear that! I tried my best to portray how miserable he was at the time, I thought it would do a good job at showing the contrast between his state then, and him now. So I really appreciate your words!

And to answer your question - for the most part, no. He's always been on the skinnier side, especially after changing forms. Slim would be the best way to describe him, as he was still within the healthy range. Granted, it was nonetheless below the ideal point, a bit of extra chub is natural to wyrms, so even then there were hints that his decision to rely on soul as sustenance wasn't without its drawbacks. Though it wouldn't be until near the end of his rule that it would have devastating consequences on his physical state.

But for most of his rule he stayed slim, so his weight didn't cause any concerns. Of course, deep down it still wasn't without its issues, more on the mental side as he was struggling with his instincts and actively fighting back the urge to eat raw meat. That said, it's definitely a case of things gradually worsening, so it's not surprising that for the longest time no one noticed. Not to mention, his wife liked his slim body, so that was another big reason why he internalized the idea that he should not fall to his urges (he definitely worried that if he gained weight, it would upset her, the fear of rejection was sadly coded deep into his brain). And he would always wear loose robes, so any decline in physical form would go unnoticed by his subjects.

Things took a turn for the worse around the time the infection first broke out. The stress had a significant effect on his body, but unfortunately it also gave him the perfect excuse whenever someone brought up his state. Furthermore, his experiences in regards to, let's just say, making the vessels (and the dalliance with Herrah), had a big effect on his more intimate life with WL. They grew distant, and that meant not even she could see his body. It got even worse after they separated, as the drawbacks mentioned prior caught up with him with a devastating effect. He wasn't just very skinny, his health worsened significantly - he'd frequently lose balance and get exhausted easily; he would fall sick often and even get nosebleeds at times. He tried to hide it by quickly "patching himself up" with soul to the best of its ability (the effectiveness of that also dropped, most likely due to his overall weakness), but I definitely think many of the retainers noticed, though none of them ever brought it up. They would whisper about it, and it soon became clear that something was up with the king. But there was no one to do anything about it.

Well, there was an attempt. Grimm was one of the very few who knew Vyrm close enough to notice. They spent a lot of time together, and inevitably made physical contact, so he would quickly realize how much worse Vyrm's state was under all those loose robes. Grimm tried to get him to eat, but it was difficult, especially with the Xero incident in mind. And even if Vyrm managed to eat something in his presence, he would fail to do so on his own, so the attempts were fruitless.

Hornet also noticed, but considering how young she was, there wasn't much she could do about it. She was concerned, but Vyrm always told her it was okay and that she shouldn't worry about him, rejecting any help attempts as he wished not to burden her. And unfortunately, unlike with Grimm, he didn't budge, so all she could do was watch. Her training at the Hive also got in the way, which ultimately was the reason why she wasn't present when Vyrm disappeared.

So to sum it up, he did a pretty good job at hiding it for most of his rule, and once it became too difficult to mask it, his mental state and trauma made the prospect of helping him incredibly frustrating. The hibernation was like a bucket of cold water that he desperately needed to finally do something about it, leaving him with no choice but to eat or die, so fortunately it all turned out well in the end, and he's much healthier (and happier) now.

[footballffbarbiex]

player: Marco Reus words: 650 request: Marco Reus - she / her - 250 - 500 - cuddles in bed the morning of xmas eve watching the first snowfall

She stretches her arms out above her head, pushing herself further down the bed causing her face to almost dip beneath the duvet. The groan that leaves her is deep and throaty as her muscles stretch out and sleep begins to be a word again rather than a state of being. The contrast of hot duvet and cold air is startling, sending goosebumps to erupt over her arms and send a shudder further down her body until she’s filling her hands with the bedding and pulling it as tightly around her as she can. 

The cold air must have licked over Marco’s skin because the moment she gets comfortable, is when he shudders and turns over. The duvet lifts as he moves, bringing in a new wave of coldness as his body moves closer to hers. 

“Morning,” she says, voice breaking slightly making her clear her throat. 

“Mmmm,” he grumbles, pressing his face further into her back and wrapping his arm around her a little more. 

“You have to wake up some time, baby.” she replies, lifting her arm and ruffling his hair over her shoulder. 

“Not yet I don’t.” he states, humming with happiness as her nails rake over his scalp soothingly. “Today’s my last lay-in because I know you’ll be up early tomorrow with excitement.”

“Why, what’s tomorrow?” She asks, unable to hide the smile on her face from slipping into her voice. 

“You get to find out if you’ve been good or bad this year,” he grins back, giving a playful bite at her shoulder blade making her try and dip out from beneath his touch instinctively but he pulls her back and holds her in place. 

“I’m looking forward to spending this time with you completely.”

“What’s making you say that” his tone matches his curious nature and reluctantly pulls back the duvet in an attempt to look at her better. 

She turns to look at him, careful as she twists her body within his grasp - not wanting to ruin the morning by injuring him in some way. As though he was reading her mind, he moves his head away - remembering oh too well the time she wasn’t so careful and accidentally headbutted him and gave him a lovely nosebleed before he’d even really managed to wipe the sleep from his eyes. 

Her answer is there on the tip of her tongue when she realises the room has a different lighting. Realising that he doesn’t have her attention anymore, he turns to see what she’s looking at, frowning a little as she gets out of bed and makes her way over to the window. 

“What is it?”

“I think we’re going to have a white Christmas,” she tells him, a smile spreading from ear to ear when she turns to look back at him. “Look.” She adjusts the blinds and opens the curtains a little more, exposing some of the outside to him while mouthing sorry for the sudden brightness.

Thick flakes fall from the sky, some clinging together to cause clumps as they do so. The clouds appear thick and heavy with no break as far as the eye can see so it didn’t look as though it would be stopping any time soon. 

“You finally got your snow at Christmas wish.” Marco comments, snuggling down and making himself comfortable as he watches her. “I can go and make breakfast and bring it back here or you can bring your cute butt back here and we can cuddle and I can maybe steal a few kisses.”

“Then I,” she opens up the blinds a little more so that she’s able to see it from the bed. “Choose to make this morning a good one by having a long morning in bed followed by breakfast afterwards.” she makes her way back over to the bed and climbs into it, and in turn, into her boyfriend’s arms.

[aloneinthehellfire]

The Battle Begins

It's You And Me, Always: Part 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It’s You and Me, Always [Masterlist]

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, visions, mentions of death, descriptions of Vecna’s curse

Word Count: 2.6k

[A/N: wow wow so sorry this series is being written so slowly, i've just been so busy with other works and uni that i didn't have time! but we are close to the end now, and i promise it'll be worth it]

<- Part 8: Right Person, Wrong Timing

The Battle Begins

“Hey, Y/n, can you pass me the box?”

Dustin’s cheery voice snapped you out of your haze, reaching out across the grass and raising the box to the boy’s hands, earning a grin.

As Dustin set down the box of nails, rattling against the crate, Eddie couldn’t help the worried frown as he looks down at you, your gaze fixated on the grass as you twisted pieces between your fingers.

You had been silent the whole ride here, barely glancing at anyone and continuously keeping your eyes on the road behind. He had tried asking you about it, but you simply dismissed him with a smile and stepped off the RV, helping Robin carry a few bags.

The smile you had given him was far from your usual gleam of sunshine he had grown so fond of.

And now, he was scared that something had happened between you. Usually, you’d be open with him about your problems, even if you were sworn to silence. Yet you were almost avoiding him. Eddie’s insecurities were kicking in; did you regret the kiss?

Truthfully, you haven’t been in the right mind since your vision. The image of your dead parents was stained into your subconscious, constantly reminding you that Vecna could take you at any time. That Vecna wanted you dead.

It was a dreadful feeling to know that you were cursed, but that escalated to terrifying proportions when finding you were related to the monster. He killed his mother and sister, then your parents… now he was coming for you.

And you couldn’t tell Eddie. Not when the idea of you dying was excruciating for him to hear. So, instead, you did your best to hide your symptoms. Every nosebleed was wiped away as quickly as it fell, your dark jumper hiding the stain. Any headache was simply masked with a sigh, pretending you were tired.

All the visions of your parents just didn’t exist.

“How’s it looking?”

You whip your head up once Eddie’s voice found its way to your ears, a smile on your lips as he sported his half-finished shield, comprised from a trash can lid and a few shiny nails.

“Badass.” You nod and he grins, glancing to Dustin before setting his shield down and flopping onto the grass next to you.

Your smile must have faltered, the mask slipping, because Eddie was bumping your shoulder, his eyes searching yours.

“You okay?” He asks quietly, sure to keep the conversation private from the boy happily hammering away in front of you.

“Yeah.” You say, voice so cheery that it even made you wince at the poor attempt.

“What’s going on?” Eddie’s eyes are wide as he waits for an honest answer. But when you don’t reply, he decides he needs to know if it is what he’s been fearing. “Is it… us?”

“What?” You look up in surprise as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, if it is, I mean. We- It was all kinda rushed and I don’t blame you if you regret it, or-”

“Eddie.” You intertwine your hand with his, cupping his face with your other and gently tilting his head to look at you. “I don’t regret what happened. I promise you, it has nothing to do with that.”

He leans into your touch, releasing a long breath that he didn’t realise he had been holding.

“I…” You start, sighing. “I guess everything’s just catching up to me, you know?”

He nods, thumb mindlessly rubbing the back of your hand.

It was a lie. Well, it wasn’t the whole truth, at least. It was all catching up to you, way too fast for you to even react anymore. You hated keeping your symptoms from Eddie, however. You knew what it meant, you all did. You had mere hours before Vecna would try and kill you again. And considering how strong your visions were becoming, you knew it would be the last time.

So, you do what you do best. You pretend like it was all fine.

“We’re not doing this again, Y/n.”

Your father’s voice echoed behind you and your hairs stand on end, goosebumps forming along your skin.

Slowly turning behind you, your breath hitches once you see him standing there, blood running from his eyes.

“Why didn’t you save us?” He asks, your mother suddenly appearing next to him, tilting her head.

“It’s because you wanted us dead.”

“No.” You whisper out and Eddie frowns, whipping his head to you.

“What?” He follows your eyes, glancing behind him. But he doesn’t see anything. “Y/n?”

“I…” You blink, and they’re gone, leaving you breathless as Eddie searches your face, hand cupping your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He panics slightly, recognising the expression on your face. He had seen it before. After Vecna cursed you. His eyes widen. “Y/n, what did you see?”

Your eyes fill with tears before you shake your head, pulling out of his grasp. “Nothing.”

“Like I’m gonna believe that.” Eddie says, still grasping onto your hand. “Seriously, Y/n. Is it Vecna? Is he in your head again?”

“No.” You lie, “I’m fine, Eds.”

“You’re not.” Eddie looks at you, exasperated.

“Just… just leave it, okay?” You insist, reclaiming your hand and quickly standing, wiping the tears starting to fall. “Focus on trying to kill Vecna.”

You hurriedly walk away, clock chimes pounding in your mind as a sob leaves your lips.

You weren’t going to make it, you knew that. Vecna had a hold on you, using your parents to chip away at your defences. You were going to die.

But Eddie wasn’t ready for that to happen.

The RV was quieter, three kids less as the final descent into battle begun.

It left you, Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Nancy to carry out the rest of the plan. You had the easier end of the deal, your only job was to wait inside the trailer for when the boys returned and get the hell out of there.

“It should be me.” You mutter once Steve announces Phase Two.

“She’s a stubborn kid.” Steve shrugs, sighing.

You insisted on being the bait, not wanting to put a 15 year old’s life in danger. But she was even more persistent, and you knew you weren’t going to win that fight. You didn’t have the energy.

“Phase Three?” Nancy prompts and Dustin clears his throat.

“Me and Eddie draw the bats away.” He nods, Eddie ruffling his hat. “Y/n will be on lookout below.”

Nancy continued to utter out phases, everyone merely nodding along for the third re-run tonight. Eddie was too distracted to hear the end of the plan again, however, when he was too busy looking at you.

He remembers when you offered to take Max’s place, voice steadier than he ever thought he’d heard it be. It made his stomach drop just a little, part of him grateful that the Mayfield girl had a strong will and something to prove.

“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what.” Nancy said sternly, looking around at everyone’s faces. “Got it?”

“Got it.” You all repeated back, grabbing gear and heading out.

There was no turning back now.

Passing through the gate was different this time, partly from the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through Eddie’s veins. They were going to kill the very thing that threatened your life. A week ago, Eddie knew nothing of Hawkins’ secrets. And now, he was voyaging into the flipped nightmare to save the town that hated his guts. But he’d do it over and over again if it kept you safe.

“Hey, guys, listen.”

You all look over to where Steve stood, concern on his face.

“If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort.” Steve commands and you smile. “Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys.” Dustin interrupts with an obvious tone, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely.” Eddie joins in with a smirk, “I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I have it in me.” You shrug, Eddie nodding along next to you.

Steve seems to accept the answers and turns away.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie calls out just as the boy walks away. His eyes flicker to yours before he settles back on Steve, narrowing his eyes. “Make him pay.”

They exchange a brief nod before Robin, Nancy, and Steve all set off to the Creel House, leaving you with Dustin and Eddie.

“Was that…” You raise your eyebrow, hiding a smirk, “Was that some sort of… bromance I just saw?”

Eddie clicks his tongue while Dustin gasps dramatically.

“Why, Y/n,” Dustin adds, placing a hand on your shoulder and sending a shit-eating grin Eddie’s way. “I think you’re right.”

“Shut up.” Eddie chuckles as you and Dustin laugh, “Come on, let’s get this baby fortress-fied.”

“Fortified.” You correct and he just stares at you with exasperation. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t care if we’re literally in hell, fortress-fied is not a word.”

“You let me have no fun.” Eddie gawks at you and Dustin clears his throat.

“You are adorable but Y/n’s right, we need to get this fortified.” He shuffles away to start grabbing at boards of wood while you fold your arms with a smirk.

“See?” You say and Eddie shakes his head with a smile. He missed this part, the constant banter thrown beneath you both. It almost made everything feel right again.

You helped barricade the trailer, using metal wire and literally anything else you could find to help fend off the bats. The distraction was one thing, but escaping the tiny critters would be another. You didn’t need the scars coating your body to remind you of that.

As promised, you stayed behind the ‘safe wall’, looking out into the red sky, while Eddie and Dustin made it onto the roof, setting up their equipment. You just knew Eddie was having a field day with his guitar. The song he had chosen was one he had spent weeks practising, so much in fact that you not only could sing along to the words, but you could definitely perform a vocal version of their guitar solo.

“Is she-”

“Yes, Eddie. She’s safe.” Dustin reiterates once again. They had only been on the roof five minutes and Eddie’s already asked after you a thousand times. "If you’re that worried, we can always have her up here with-”

“No.” He said firmly, shaking his head as he plugs in his guitar. “She’s already been torn up by those bats once, I’m not risking it.”

Dustin looks up at him with a tilted head. “You really love her, don’t you?”

Eddie takes a breath, simply nodding his head in agreement. He was afraid to say it out loud. As if some malevolent force would take his confession as a signature to your death sentence.

When the blare of the radio in Dustin’s hands alerted them to their orders, Eddie took a deep breath.

“Copy that. Initiating Phase Three.” Dustin responds, giving Eddie a quick nod, and running to the edge of the roof to peer over.

“Y/n!” He called out and you span around to look up at him. “Initiating Phase Three!”

You give him a quick thumbs up and a smile, heading to the door of the trailer.

“We’re good.” Dustin alerted Eddie, relaying your gesture and crouching beside the speakers.

Shaking off his nerves, he spins his guitar around and looks out into the distance, glaring at the red bleed of the sky. This was his moment to prove he was useful. This was his movement to prove to himself that he was more than just ‘the freak’.

He tugs his guitar pick off from his neck.

“This is for you.” He whispers into the darkness, sure that you were safe inside and waiting for their return, and plays the first chord.

As the music starts to blast from above, you find yourself smiling. You had waited until he started playing, hand already on the handle. To hear his talent out in the open like that was important to you. Because you knew it could be the last time you ever heard it.

As your smile falters, you start to pull open the door.

“Y/n.”

You stop, a chill running down your spine. Every nerve in your body felt electrified in the worst way possible. Don’t look, Y/n, don’t look-

Taking your own advice, you swing open the door before immediately freezing, eyes wide.

Chrissy’s hollowed-out eyes stared back at you from inside the room, blood running down her face as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Tears started form, the image of your friend so broken was too much to bear.

“This isn’t real.” You whispered to yourself, shaking your head.

And then she moved towards you. Fast.

Your body reacted before you could, already sprinting down the steps from the trailer and rushing to the gate, heart beating erratically. Even as you tried to squeeze yourself through the gap, you could feel her bony hands clawing at your hair, the metal wire scratching your skin.

You yelled out for help, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear. You were alone with your nightmares.

When you finally broke through, stumbling onto the dirt, you barely managed to catch yourself before you fell, spinning around. But Chrissy was gone.

“Y/n.”

A sob leaves your lips when you reluctantly look behind you, your mother’s own haunting face glaring at you.

“Please, no.” You beg, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Y/n.”

The next voice came from behind you again and you spin around, shaking your head. Your father stood between you and Eddie’s trailer.

“You’re not real.” You chant to yourself, shutting your eyes and taking deeps breaths, trying to focus on the chords of Eddie’s guitar vibrating through the air around you.

“But we are.”

You open your eyes and a choked gasp leaves your lips.

Their faces are barely a breath away from yours, close enough for you to see the severity of Vecna’s attack on them, faces surely searing into your brain.

Fight or flight instincts suddenly kicked in. And you were never one to fight.

Your legs took you as fast as you could, feeling like your muscles were on fire. The attempt of escape was leading you further from the trailer, further from Eddie.

Once your vision began to darken, you come to an abrupt stop, hands on your knees and trying to blink away the progressive blindness. You couldn’t die. Not now. Please not-

The air changed. You felt… light headed, almost. Goosebumps prickling your skin before you even looked up.

Vines slithered around you, coating the dark room with their greasy skin. Your breath hitches.

You remembered the rocking horse in the corner, collecting dust from years and years of neglect. The ancient chest that didn’t hold anything of importance coated in the same age beside it, the light beaming onto it from the window.

You remembered these because you had spent days rifling through this attic. You were back in the Creel House. The house where your life started to end.

“Hello Y/n”

Your blood ran cold. Body shaking, you slowly turn around to meet Vecna’s milky gaze. He tilted his head.

“It’s time we officially met”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 10: ...Always ->

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[thedivided]

Blood, mild gore, kidnapping and general Creepypasta warnings. This is my take on a ‘Slender Mansion’ au by the way. Actual art is after the writing!!

Pristine white snow crunched under your boots as you trekked back to the infamous manor, hand clutching your bloodied side as the cold nipped at your skin.

The trees always attempted to convince you someone was hiding behind its old branches. The wind always tried to tell you the footsteps that you hear aren’t your own.

This forest was disorienting. As was the one who practically ruled over it.

You regret joining this murderous cult disguised as ‘spooky stories coming true’. Your eyes were clouded by judgement and possible Stockholm syndrome, and you’d became attached to people who only pretended to love you.

Now, you’re surprised if one doesn’t snap at you, or if you don’t get stabbed.

You truly, deeply regret this.

The sleepless nights plaguing your mind with the gore you’ve been desensitized to, the nauseating headaches and profuse nosebleeds, the overwhelming amount of medication you need to take to just stand from the pure affect this sickness has on you, and the horrible memory loss are just the tip of the iceberg.

The rude, hostile and warped faces of people who would kill you without a second thought. The run-down walls, and rusted pipes and unsanitary amount of dishes piled and mold gathered.

All of this is what you expect to wake up to. So, no matter how many times you’ll sob at night, silent so nobody hears, missions are something you jump at.

Your clothes are blood-stained, your shoes are covered in something you are going to scrub clean off the moment you can, your head is pounding and your throat feels full.

The mission did go successfully, and you had grabbed the necessary information for It. And as sickening as it is to admit, the violence helped you blow off some steam as you disassociated.

The snow removed the blood from the bottom of your jeans and the soles of your shoes, and you were so focused on keeping steady footing in the blizzard you’d failed to notice the figure ahead until you bumped right into it.

Into her.

Looking up, you’d see an all too familiar face, with axe injuries that are only there because the perpetrator was having a bad day.

Diana. The girl you’d been with when this all started.

That goddamn night walk. You both had just been chatting, with her holding a cracked phone with a paused song and one of your flashlights, when it had all started spiralling.

You can barely remember anything anymore, but that day has stuck with you, no matter how much you desperately try to forget it.

The sound of the thrown axes hitting their targets. The strangled cry. The fact that no matter how hard she sobbed, or begged you to help, you ran.

She seems to notice the recognition on your face, because she speaks in an unimpressed tone. “With the amount of useless shit you forget, i’m surprised you remember me.”

You try to speak, to reply, but all that comes out of your throat is a small noise.

“Don’t bother. I don’t wanna hear about how ‘you didn’t mean it’, or ‘it was in the moment’.” She scowled, “That moment costed me my life. Both of us our lives.”

A sharp inhale was taken by the dead girl, and she looked down at you. “You never had it easy, i know. But i’d been helping you for almost a decade. Getting you resources, helping you save up money, getting you out more. And my repayment?”

Diana scoffed, wiping some dried blood that trailed from her lips. “You left me for dead in that goddamn forest. And then you joined them. The ones that killed me and kidnapped you.”

A series of short coughing fits came from the ghost as she near keeled over, dark blue sleeve stained with blood.

As she regained her breath, a phrase that made you pause rang out, despite the harsh whipping of the wind and the whispering of the trees.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, [Y/N]?”

I’m never not using the retro arcade filter it looks so cool.

[healeroflightanddark]

Bonds of the Soul, Chapter 4: The Forbidden Closet

Yuya smiled in contentment as he and Yuto finished their takoyaki. “Well, that was good, but we should probably head back home now, huh?” he said. Yuto smiled at him. “Yeah, good idea.”

They walked out of the 7-Eleven, and Yuya looked up at the sky. The stars were pretty, and the tomato-head was so busy looking at them that he almost tripped. Yuto immediately caught Yuya, and picked him up bridal style.

“Ah! Y-Yuto?!” Yuya yelped, startled by the gesture. Yuto just smiled at him. “I don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself!”

Yuya started blushing brightly, but didn’t protest too much. Yuto seemed happy carrying him, and it did feel nice. Yuya felt very safe in Yuto’s arms like this.

Yuto held him close to his chest the whole way back home, smiling softly the entire time. Fortunately the 7-Eleven was only a couple blocks away from Yuya’s house. If it were any further away, the tomato would have protested more about the eggplant carrying him so far.

Yuto didn’t even put Yuya down when they reached his house. He managed to open the front door with the hand holding Yuya’s legs, making a sound of satisfaction when the door opened. As soon as they entered the house, they heard Yuri’s voice, “Aw, Yuya, you look like a princess!~”

“Shush!” Yuya said, blushing as he looked towards the couch where the cabbage-headed boy’s voice came from. His blush grew brighter when he saw Yuri and Yugo. “Are… are you wearing my clothes? Why are you wearing my clothes?”

“Your mom told us we could,” Yugo said. “We don’t have any changes of clothes here right now.” Both his and Yuri’s hair were damp from showering.

“Yeah, you two should go have a shower and change, too,” Yuri said, grinning like a maniac. “We even left out an outfit on your bed for you, Yuya!~”

Yuya wasn’t sure he wanted to know what kind of outfit Yuri had set out for him. But he didn’t want to give his Fusion counterpart the satisfaction of knowing. Yuto didn’t seem to want to put him down, so Yuya awkwardly got his shoes off and let him carry him upstairs to his room. As the door to his bedroom was opened, Yuya saw the outfit on his bed and turned bright red.

“OH MY GOD! YURI! YUGO! YOU WENT INTO THE FORBIDDEN CLOSET?! WHYYYYYY?!” he wailed. Yuto’s eyes widened when he saw the outfit, and his nose started bleeding.

There, laying on Yuya’s bed, was a very frilly pink lolita dress with ruffles and bows. One of several dresses that Yuya secretly kept in his Forbidden Closet. He was too embarrassed to let people know, but Yuya secretly enjoyed cross-dressing. It was a guilty pleasure of his. He even had several sets of cute heels hidden in his closet. The fact that Yuri, Yugo, and now Yuto knew was extremely embarrassing. Yuya buried his face in Yuto’s chest, trying to hide from the world.

Yuto, meanwhile, was imagining Yuya in the cute pink dress. It was a very adorable mental image. His nosebleed started dripping down his face, and he finally had to put Yuya down to deal with it.

The moment Yuto released him, Yuya raced over to his bed. He grabbed the dress, ran to the Forbidden Closet, and shoved the dress unceremoniously inside, slamming the door shut before daring to peek over at Yuto. “We don’t speak of that, got it?”

“Got it!” Yuto said, smiling warmly at Yuya. He was pinching his nose closed in an attempt to stem the blood flow. “Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes? Yugo’s right, we don’t have any clothes of our own here, apart from what we arrived in.”

“Yeah, they’re in that closet over there,” Yuya said, pointing at the closet with his normal clothes in it. “Ah, you can take a shower first, to uh, clean up the blood.”

“Thanks,” Yuto said, grabbing a change of clothes and heading off to the bathroom.

*   *   *

By the time both Yuto and Yuya had showered and changed, the smell of breakfast was filling the house, and Yuya had calmed down from his embarrassment. He slid down the firepole to find his parents and counterparts already eating.

“Aw, you aren’t wearing the clothes we picked out for you,” Yuri said, pouting. “Such a shame, I think they would have completed your princess look from earlier!~”

“Shush!” Yuya’s face went red again as he sat down. “Why were you even looking in that closet? Rude!”

“What? We were curious!” Yugo whined.

“That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to snoop through my private belongings!” Yuya pouted.

“As cute as that, ah, outfit was, he’s right,” Yuto said. “You should have respected his privacy. He made it very clear that he didn’t want us to see those clothes.”

Yuri scowled and muttered something about him being a suck-up, but Yuya smiled at Yuto gratefully. Meanwhile, his parents realized what the conversation was about. They had known for years that Yuya secretly enjoyed cross-dressing, but they had never judged him for it, nor had they ever brought it up. In fact, Yuya didn’t even realize that they knew. (Although he should have figured it out by now, since his mother did the laundry and definitely knew that the dresses she found in the wash weren’t hers.)

The fact that Yuto respected Yuya’s privacy made Yusho happy. He wasn’t happy about the fact that Yugo and Yuri had snooped through his son’s secret clothes though. He would have to keep a closer eye on those two.

[aftg-ho]

the bus thing makes me unable to sleep at night

'Learned' was perhaps too strong a word. Riko could tolerate it, sometimes, when his nose was not already stuffed with cotton to hide an anxious nosebleed. And only when he was granted some modicum of control, as laughable as it was to suggest he had control in a situation where he was cornered and handcuffed.

Which was to say it was not surprising, when Riko attempted to bob down yet again and the head of Jean's dick hit where he wasn't expecting. He gagged, sudden panic in his brain informing his body that he was going to suffocate if he remained in the same position. Riko pulled off too fast. His teeth caught at Jean's skin.

"Don't fucking bite me," Jean hissed.

WIP Wednesday - January 17th

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[bisamwilson]

did she really say “u are being rude to me, i need to be on instagram”??? lmaoooo

it’s a paraphrase but yeah basically!!! it’s story time i suppose:

so basically i was in the NOSEBLEEDS to see the broadway tour of anastasia at like the beginning of the year and these two women in front of me (probably early 20s?) were on their phones the whole time, switching between texting, scrolling through insta stories, and fucking. recording the show (!!!) and since i was so far back and they were directly in front of me their screens were particularly distracting bc they were as bright as the stage from that distance. i think they expected the show to be exactly like the don bluth movie bc they were recording during the songs that matched the movie (journey to the past, once upon a december) and were looking at their phones during the bits that didn’t match the movie

they left immediately when intermission started and didn’t come back until a couple minutes before intermission ended so i politely asked when they got back if they could please stay off their phones during the show bc it was incredibly distracting and honestly pretty rude to the people around them, myself included

and then one of them was like “ACTUALLY I NEED TO BE ON MY PHONE AND SENDING THESE TEXTS” and i was like no??? you don’t??? you were on instagram looking at stories half the time??? and like!!! i’m aware sometimes important conversations and things come up during shows. that’s why you leave the auditorium to have them and then come back, like a civilized goddamn human being, so you don’t ruin everyone else’s time. but considering her phone was basically in my face for most of the show, i can guarantee that the text conversation she was having wasn’t actually even necessary right then

basically after i told her this was still super rude and distracting to me, she told me i was actually now being the rude one for telling her it was rude to be texting and scrolling on her phone during a show and asking her politely not to be so distracting to those around her. the house lights went down at this point and i was unfortunately in the middle of a row or i absolutely would’ve snitched for probably the first time in my adult life and gone to get an usher to tell them these girls were recording the show because i was pissed the fuck off and also wanted to enjoy the show i’d paid money for without their demon phone lights in my eyes. couldn’t even focus on the back half of the show bc i was fucking fuming

like. the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch. I’M the rude one??????

they both continued to be on their phones for the entirety of the second act, but they turned their brightness down a bit and halfway attempted to hide them in their playbills, so that’s fucking something i guess

in the end, they got up and left during the actors’ bows bc apparently slightly beating the crowd to get out was more important than respectfully thanking the people who had worked their asses off to perform for them for two-ish hours. fucking typical