#I'm so BORED and my body ACHES and I HATE COUGHING

[esseastri]

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[droaxa]

this game

✧tags: yandere cheater x reader pt. 3

✧warnings: kidnapping, bondage, MNDI, reader is touched inappropriately

✧a/n: hey guys this is gonna be the final part of my yandere cheater, i really appreciate all the love i've got so far and i'm excited to show you all what I thought up for the final bit! don't hate me too much for the end haha

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

The first sensation that hits you as you wake is a burning feeling in your throat. you shoot up immediately and go into a coughing fit, what happened? The second sensation is the blinding bright lighting, a harsh white compared to the soft yellow in your dorm. Your eyelids feel stuck as you try to open your eyes, almost as if they were glued together.

You force your eyes open and your surroundings alarm you, even in your drowsy state. This room clearly wasn't yours. In fact, it wasn't Raph's either. You knew his room, messy and boyish but not sterile and clean like this. You observe your surroundings, a mostly empty room with minimal items but all necessary furniture.

Then you locate the cause of the ache in your wrists; two tightly tied ropes connecting you to the bed frame. You try to pull away, hoping the knots will come loose but to no avail. Your legs are free unlike your arms, but bare. You're dressed in a large t-shirt, something you knew Raph owned and just your panties. You dreaded being exposed to Raph in such an intimate way, especially considering that he most likely changed you, but the thin layers were better than nothing.

As if hearing your silent plea that he shouldn't come through the door, Raph enters with the click of the lock unlatching. His smug, almost satisfied look makes you uneasy. What did he have planned for you?

"Finally up sweets? I was gettin' bored without ya" he drawls out, stalking closer to the bed with every step.

You inhale sharply and attempt to pull yourself into a sitting position by your wrists, not wanting to be lying down as that man approached you. But almost as if reading your mind, he crawls into the bed. Grabbing your ankle and pulling you down into a resting position with him over you.

"Uh uh" he tuts, "No runnin' away, but I mean-" he cracks a menacing grin. "It's not like there's anywhere to run to huh?"

Your eyebrows furrow as you plead with him, "Raph please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone what you did. If you have any love or at least respect for me, please let me go"

He cocks his head to the side as if thinking about your demand, then all of a sudden-

BAM!

He's on top of you, hands on either side of your head and legs keeping your legs down. "I'm doing this because I love you, can't you see? I know imma asshole for cheating but c'mon. Don't say you didn't miss me"

You scoff and hiss out your words, "Miss you? You're just a cheating lowlife and psycho who couldn't take what he dished out"

"Psycho?" He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process. "Well yer life is in the hands of this psycho darling, so I'd watch what you say" He leans in even closer, his hair now tickling your forehead. "All I did was prove my love for you, getting rid of that bitch, taking care of my brother. They were all getting in between us"

You try to stay calm but tears start to form in your eyes, he was the one who tore you two apart. Not your friends or his brother. "It was you that got between us. Just because you tried to right your wrongs, in the worst way possible, doesn't mean I need to forgive you"

Like he was waiting for you to say that, he grins again "Forgive me? Oh, you'll be forgiving me soon"

He lifts up your body just enough to allow his larger one to fit under you, you were lying on him. Just like when you were together. His face rests on your shoulder as one of his hands grabs a remote off the bed stand next to the bed, arms encircling your waist with the remote in the front.

He then turns on the TV opposite of the bed, the news network flashes on screen.

A woman dressed in formal wear and a bun appeared at a mahogany desk, her face holding a solemn expression. "A horrible tragedy has struck the local university today" A picture of a university, no. Your university flashes on the screen. "A university student had been found in the dorms on campus, horribly injured" A picture of Ray flashes on screen. No.

"Thankfully, an anonymous tip earlier that day proved to save this young man's life as paramedics arrived on the scene just in time" She continues, "Sadly, he has fallen into a coma due to health complications. So please, we ask you to send your love and strength to this young man's family."

Her face looks sterner now, "The main suspect at the moment is a young woman who owned the dorm the student was found in" No, it can't be- "(y/n) is seemingly on the run at the moment, please notify your local police station if you see her in your city" A picture of you pops up. No, no no.

With that Raph clicks the TV off, grinning. "Oh wow, you really did all that (y/n)?"

You don't say anything, face frozen as you stare at the dark TV.

Raph catches onto your shock and coos in your ear, rough hands caressing your waist "Oh darling you're free to stay here, I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go"

You turn your head toward him to the best of your abilities and blurted out, "What did you do"

His eyebrows raise as his grin widens, "I didn't do anything, not my fault you decided to move to such a low-security dorm. I mean, no cameras or security guards? Besides, who would believe you?"

You spit out your words with venom, "My parents will, my friends will, Ray will. You won't escape this"

"Oh really, the same parents who are countries away? The same friends who fucked your boyfriend? Don't get me started on Ray, but it's not like that vegetable can say anything"

Your hope starts to diminish, he was somewhat right. Your so-called 'friends' would never vouch for you. It would be a miracle if your parents would come in time to help your case; even if they did, the odds were stacked against you.

And Ray, poor Ray. He didn't deserve this, he deserved the life he always dreamed about. The little farmhouse in the countryside, a beautiful wife, and a few kids. Even if it wasn't with you, he deserved it and so much more.

You couldn't ignore the feeling of Raphs body beneath yours, his hands gripping you. Was this the way it would end? Hopelessly alone, doomed to be unhappy? The one you loved was battling death, barely alive and here you were: unable to to anything but cry.

Were you crying? You snap out of your daze to a strange wetness on your cheeks, salty moistness. Did you deserve to cry? What could you have done differently to stop this? Would things be different if you had never initiated something with Ray, if you had stayed with Raph, if you had never come to this university?

But the hot breath hitting your neck told you everything you needed to know, this was your now, your forever. Trapped in the arms of your merciless captor, one who wouldn't spare even his own family.

Forever bound to misery, the only witness of your downward spiral would be the cold walls of this house. Funny, how it only took a few hours to strip you of everything you were. All that was left now was a husk, a memory of what was before.

Perhaps, he really had won.

a/n: so ik you guys wanted to keep ray alive and technically i did, but i may or may not have twisted it a bit haha. i consider this ending the true ending but i'll take suggestions to write shorter stories on the alternate paths the reader could have gone down to change their fate!

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Chapter Five: Black Sheep

“Wanna try some of my Red Licorice?” - Billy Loomis

5

Five Years Ago:

Woodsboro, California, October 31st 1991

The classroom was buzzing with young teens' voices as the clock was ticking overhead, chatter about costumes and candy were the topics in each group. Shaking down houses was the priority for tonight, Halloween was here; the second anticipated holiday next to Christmas.

(Y/n) laid her aching head down on her desk, it was too warm in the classroom, not to mention it strained her throat in order to speak. She had a bad feeling her state would put a dent to her friends plans for tonight, they had been planning for Halloween since the beginning of school. Stu had insisted they needed a plan to hit the best houses with the good candy before the others, as well as planning their rides ahead of time so they wouldn't be late. Mrs. Matcher had promised to drive them, only if her son promised to keep his room clean for the rest of the month; Stu had exceeded his promise, that room had never looked cleaner.

“(Y/n)?!” The girl jolted in her seat, blurry eyes focusing on the lanky male standing next to her. Stus lips were in a frustrated pout, cheeks pink as he fiddled with the loose threads of his striped long shelves. “Were you even listening? You don't think my Freddy Kruger costume will be that boring will it?”

“N-no! It’ll be cool Stu-Stu I know it,” the girl laid her head back down on the cool desk, taking in the way her best friend's smile widened. His mood always improved when she called him by his nickname, it was a funny joke behind it that many people wouldn’t understand. Just the two of them. “You might scare some of the little kids though.”

Matcher snickered, “That's the point! I got my dad to get me the really realistic looking mask so all the princesses would wet their panties when they see me!”

“What if I was a princess? Would you want me to pee myself?”

The boy made a face in response,“No! What kind of question is that? You know you're not like the rest!”

The girl smiled, her heart thumping, “Boy…like the rest huh?”

“Yeah,” Stu softened his tone, “You’re way better,” His eyes traveled around her face before his brows relaxed “-your like home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah. Home.”

A sound erupted on the other side of them catching their attention, Billy made a face, clearly disgusted or annoyed with the situation. In the class Loomis sat on the girls' left side, it was a good partnership for assignments as well as a friendship. His cheeks were slightly peppered with freckles-nearly invisible to the naked eyes. His hair was cut short , messy yet soft looking as it frayed up in different angles, Billy hated brushing his hair. A bandage sat beneath his left eye while sporting a busted lip; he had fallen off his bike a day ago trying to be on time for school, falling face first on the pavement.

“Excuse me while I get fucking sick over here,”

Stu sent a sly middle finger back at his friend, a smirk playing on his lips, “You're just jealous cause she agreed to be Micheal instead of Jason like you wanted.”

Billy huffed, “It makes sense for her to be Jason! She loves wearing overalls! All she needed to do was walk around with the mask and a fake machete.” This was the argument last month when the three of them were planning out their Slasher costumes. Of course Stu wanted to be Freddy whereas Billy wanted to be Dr Lector-I know right? Who would’ve guessed? The boys thought she would be perfect for Jason, the hockey mask would go great with her two little Afro puffs on each side.

But she didn’t want to be Jason. She wanted to be Micheal.

“If I'm gonna wear my overalls, I might well be Chucky-” A wet hard cough cut through the girl's statement. She proceeded to hack into her arm, each rack of the sound being made through her body causing her head to pound. She was able to stop-but her throat was practically throbbing.

There were concerned glances between the two boys, Stu had crouched down to the girls face trying to get a better view of her state-whereas Billy leaned back in his seat mind already made up. The girl had been coughing all day in their classes, not to mention her grimaces each time she swallowed. Loomis could only guess that it was possibly a cold; it was unfortunate she caught it on Halloween, but her health matters more.

“Are you alright (Y/n)?” Stu whispered softly, it was as if he wasn’t trying to hurt her ears, “A-are you gonna make it for tonight-“

“Of course just give me-“ Another cough racked through her being, much harder than before. Stu rubbed the girls back gently ignoring the looks from the other boys in the class. Normally he would let their stares get to him, but when it came to (Y/n) he couldn't seem to care. “J-just give me a few hours. We still have enough time, we start at seven, remember?”

Billy clicked his tongue, “You don’t sound alright. I hope you know we won’t be mad if you can’t make it, there’s always next year-“

“No-“ Another cough, “This is my favorite time of year-and we’ve been planning this night since school started!”

The two boys looked at each other having a silent conversation, it would be hard to convince her that they were okay with not doing Halloween this year. They were a trio, they wouldn't celebrate halloween without their best friend, there were other things they could do other than trick or treating. Sure, they had worked this hard to get here, but it wouldn't be the same.

Billy sighed, playing with his busted lip lightly, “Listen final girl, there's other things we can do tonight other than trick or treating. It's gonna be cold outside and make your fever even worse-,”

“So you guys are going to ditch me like Casey did too?!”

The boys froze looking at her for a moment, the words sunk in for the Loomis boy first causing a deep frown to take over his features. They knew the blonde was one of (Y/n)’s longest friends besides them, so naturally they refrained from getting jealous as much as possible. They're both girls, it was healthy for their friend to have another of the same gender or sex to be able to relate on specific things they couldn't.

However they weren't aware that she had ditched her recently. Did something happen between the two of them? Is that the reason she hasn't mentioned her as much recently?

Stu tried to step forward only for the bell to ring. The class erupted in cheers as they raced outside to the buses, a familiar afro haired girl following not too far behind. She did look back at them however with a frim glare, “We’re going trick or treating this evening.”

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“You're not going trick or treating this evening,” Aunt Gia stated firmly. She removed the thermometer from the girl's lips before changing the warm wet rag to a cold one to keep the fever down. “I've already called Mrs. Matcher a few minutes ago-”

“No auntie please! Me, Stu, and Billy have planned for months-” The girl cut off with another cough before laying back down on the sofa. She felt defeated at this point, she tried so hard to find ways to stay as fit as a fiddle the whole month but still caught a cold. (Y/n) blamed her fellow classmates for the lack of hygiene they all displayed; sneezing into the air, rubbing snot on the desks before the next class, and simply refusing to stay home when having any illness in the book.

‘ Great, first Casey decides to spend Halloween with her cheer group instead of me and now I can't even spend Halloween with my other two best friends.’

A sniff cut through the living room gaining the older woman's attention. She frowned seeing her niece's tear streaked face, but she really didn't have a choice. She wasn't going to let her go out with a cold as severe as that one. Gia wished Casey didn't bail on (Y/n) the way she did this year, this summer she was so excited to spend Halloween with her only to be disappointed when she heard about the princess halloween party she would be attending.

“Sorry (Y/n), but everyone on the team already decided what we're doing,” Caseys voice rang out from behind (Y/n)’s bedroom door, “I'm going to Aurora, since Tatum insisted she be Cinderella. Isn't that great!”

No it wasn't.

With a huff Gia looked through the selection of horror movies on the top shelf from (Y/n)’s reach. She had to find new places to hide them each month so the girl wouldn't binge them on school nights while she was at the hospital. Tonight was a Thursday, usually she would have to wait one more night before being able to watch horror movies but she decided it was okay tonight. What else could the girl do anyway other than lay down on the front sofa while she took care of her.

“What are we feeling like watching today (N/n)?” Gia rounded the sofa holding out a bunch of horror films for the girl, she offered her a soft smile, “I did get a few new ones for ya before you got out of school, the BlockBuster had them on sale.”

(Y/n) sniffed again, “What do you got?”

“Uh- Graveyard Shift, IT, Nightmare on ElemStreet, Halloween, Child's Play-”

“Childs Play sounds good.” The girl whispered softly. She swallowed thickly before reaching over to grab the cold glass of water off the coffee table. She would've preferred hot chocolate over this but knowing her aunt she believed orange juice was a better sol;utiuon right now. She would ask for it once she was done with her glass. “Are you going to watch it with me?”

“Of course,” Gia smiled, “Just as long as you promise you won't recite the lines.”

(Y/n) pouted, “ But that's the best part-”

“Uh uh, I'm not watching you spoil it line for line if we're going to watch it together.”

The two got settled into the house the best they could, (Y/n) eventually relaxed against the sofa with a change of pajamas. They were her usual of course, one of her dad’s old sport tees and some lounge shorts. Gia would make comments here and there about the film, and (Y/n) wanted to enjoy them-she really did, but the rawness of her throat begged her not to laugh too often.

The movie would often be interrupted by trick or treaters at the door, it almost clicked like clock work to a point where (Y/n) almost forgot what time it was. Seven thirty; thirty minutes over the time Stu and Billy were supposed to pick her up. A hot bubbling sensation made its way across her cheeks before her eyes swelled with frustration. This was the one holiday she looked forward to each year, and now it was ripped from her grasp just as fast.

Something always happens to me each year on this damn holiday. So I guess it's to be expected.

A part of her hoped Billy and Stu would stop by, Hell, maybe even Casey. The thought of five princesses in their costumes left the girl's heart sinking further. That was right, her best friend ditched her for the cheer squad this year for trick or treating. She didn't know what she was expecting, Casey was always busy with someone else on Halloween.

Blowing a raspberry (Y/n), grabbed another film off the coffee table. Pursing her lips together she decided she wasn't in the mood to see Freddy tonight, but the killer she was supposed to dress up as with her friends.

“Starting another film without me?” Gia asked from the door, a group of kids were eagerly grabbing for the candy in the bowl. A lot of their costumes actually looked really nice. She would have complemented a boy's Chucky costume if he had actually put more effort. Chucky's hair is red, if he was going to leave his hair naturally brown, he should have dressed up as Andy. “What are we watching next?”

“Halloween.” The girl replied shortly, “Since I was going to be Micheal tonight.”

The older woman frowned, “Oh (N/n). I promise they'll always be next year-”

“Why have next year when we can have this year Miss (L/n)?” A voice sounded from the door.

(Y/n) shot up on the couch in shock, her eyes widening in shock at the familiar face of Stu poking his face through the doorway in greeting. She couldn't help but match the elated look on the boy's face, wiping away the tears from before she stumbled over towards him in her fevered state. Stu walked in and quickly caught her in an embrace, a soft squeeze was given before he guided her back over near the couch.

“H-how? Why did you guys-?”

“Sorry it took us a minute to get here,” Billy started, he paused the movie before placing two pumpkin pails filled with candy on the coffee table, “We quickly changed the time from seven to six so we could shake down as many houses as possible before coming here.”

Loomis turned to the girl's mouth agape before giving her an award winning smile, “You didn't think we were gonna leave you alone on Halloween did ya?”

“Would you be upset if I said yes?”

“No,” the boy huffed, flopping on the other end of the sofa, “ I'm just a tad bit disappointed you had no faith in us.”

(Y/n) sent an apologetic glance his way, “It's not that I don't have faith ... .I'm just used to being left behind on Halloween.”

“Lemme guess,” Stu said on the floor, “You thought we were gonna be like Casey with her little posse of whining princesses.”

There was a long string of silence before the girl spoke again, “I'm sorry-”

“Hey. We're here now and that's all that matters,” Loomis smirked, “Now, Stu rewind the movie, we need to watch from the beginning if we want to recite the lines right.”

A groan from the tweens left caught their attention. Aunt Gia and Mrs Macher stood in the archway unimpressed with the sight. It was clear to the group of friends though they were pleased they were enjoying themselves though.

“Looks like I'm kicked from movie night,” Gia said to Mrs Macher, “Care for a drink in the kitchen?”

“Please. If I hear another word from Stu about his Freddy costume being ‘underappreciated’ I'm going to lose my mind,” Stu’s mother laughed.

Stu’s face grew red in agitation, glancing at the masks in his pumpkin pale “None of the adults were scared of me! Not even the old ladies who answered the door.”

“If we're being honest half of them had bad eyesight-”

“Guys!” The girl roughly cut in with a cough, “You can tell me about your costumes later. Let's watch the movie and get sick on candy right now.”

The two boys let out a laugh before obeying the fevered girls wish. The three of them had a ball reciting quotes, talking about the actors as well as how cool the effects were. It was a bit hard to eat the candy here and there but (Y/n) seemed to manage. She scooted closer to Billy and laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side as he stiffened considerably. The boy's face was a light pink and his gaze remained focused on the screen.

“Thank you,” She whispered into his shoulder. At first she thought he didn't hear her from the screams through the speaker, but the boy shifted his eyes from the screen this time-something he never does.

“It was no problem-”

“No I mean it,” (Y/n) swallowed thickly, her eyes lidded halfway due to exhaustion from the fever. “You guys didn't have to come over, but you did. I'm happy I got to spend time with my two favorite boys tonight.”

Stu heard her sand turned his head around excitedly, his heart sporaing, “Your favorite? Were both your favorites?”

The girl nodded, “Yeah I thought that was obvious?”

The boys stared at each other for a long moment, smiles permanent on their faces. Although in their eyes something dangerous and dear say obsessive swirled through. It was as if they were one in the same, wanting-needing the same thing that was their goal when looking at the girl before them.

“I got you two something,” (Y/n) whispered through a yawn, “I thought you would like customized pails instead of the same orange one everyone uses.”

Stu shot up excitedly, “Really? Where are they,final girl?”

“They're in the kitchen on the counter,” The girl giggled.

The two tweens on the couch watched Stu race towards the kitchen leaving from their sight. Billy reached into his now boring pumpkin pail and sorted through his candy pulling out a pack of red licorice. The boy fiddled around with the rapper trying his best not to jostle the girl beside him as she focused on the movie ahead. Micheal was currently creating a bloodbath with Laurie's step parents.

“Wanna try some of my red licorice?” Billy whispered in the girl's ear.

(Y/n) looked at the candy the boy held out to her in interest, “What does it taste like?”

“Sweet revenge.” He smiled.

With a laugh the girl took the candy and took a large bite. Surprisingly she found the treat sweet and different. The texture was chewy and she was glad it was longer in length to enjoy. Upon finishing up the treat she found herself looking back up at the boy with a smile. Her smile was returned awkwardly, light freckles disappearing within his red hue.

“Well?” He asked

“Hmm,” (Y/n) hummed, “I guess it does taste like revenge. The question is..who is the revenge for?”

Billy snorted, “Who is it for?”

“Yeah. If the revenge is going to be there it needs to be justified,” The girl said. Stu came back into the room just in time to tune into the conversation. In his hands were two black painted pumpkin pails with the names ‘Stu Stu’ and ‘Billy Boo’ on the back of them. It really warmed the boy's heart that she even went out of her way to put their favorite candy in the pails.“You can't just have revenge on someone out of nowhere. Think about how it'll affect you, your future, as well as the ones you care about. And the most important thing….how will you get away with it?”

“Easy!” Stu chimed sitting on the girls other side of the sofa, “You find someone to frame! It might take awhile to observe and see who their enemies are but eventually you'll find someone with a vendetta.”

(Y/n) smiled at him, “That's my Stu Stu.”

Stu sputtered in shock, looking from the girl back to Billy. The other boy glared at Stu in jealousy, not understanding how he was getting most of the attention. In response Macher decided to match his stare only his had more of an edge to it-insanity.

It was a good thing that Mrs Macher decided to come into the living room at that very moment.

“Alright boys, time to go home! We need to make sure that (Y/n) gets proper rest so she can start feeling better.”

Stu pouted his lip slightly, “We can't stay a few more minutes?”

His mother shook her head at him, “A few more minutes will turn into an hour then the next thing you know you'll be asking to stay the night. Plus we have to drop off Billy at his house. We don't want to worry his parents now do we?”

“No…”

“That's what I thought. Now let's get going before it gets colder.”

The boys turned to their friend sadly. Although they were able to spend Halloween together this year they weren't ready for the fun to end just yet. We wanted more time. They needed more time together. They don't know if they were going to have many more moments like this with each other as much once they grew up. Especially what will happen once they reach High School.

Almost as if (Y/n) could read the boys' minds she sent them a reassuring smile. She even took it upon herself to take Billy’s hand in hers for extra measure, “We'll have to plan more for next year. This time we'll need a backup plane just in case one of us gets sick. Well be older then so will be more likely to stay longer with one another. Meaning….more horror movies!”

Stu stared at her with unexplained longing, “You promise (N/n)?”

“I promise,” She smiled.

With that the boys had packed up and left the (L/n) residence. They hated to say goodbye to their friend but it was guaranteed they would see her back in school soon. Billy was halfway through the driveway when he stopped and looked to his right spotting a blur of pink and other colorful hues.

Casey had stared at the boy in shock, her halloween bag hung limp at her sides as she seemed to process what she was seeing. The rest of the cheerleaders indeed where dressed up as princesses, one even going so far to have her hair colored red for Ariel instead of a party city wig.

The sight made the boy glower at them, they decided to show up to his friend's house to trick or treat rather than to hang out. The sad part is he knew she was waiting for Casey to come visit her. To check on her to see how she was doing and she candy with her. But that's not what Becker was planning to do, she was having a good time with the dumb wussies she called friends.

The sight made him sick to his stomach.

“What are you doing here?” Casey asked.

“What are you doing here?” Billy mocked, “I take it you're not here to check on (Y/n) after she caught a cold.” That time it was stated as a fact rather than a question.

He watched in satisfaction as the girl's face grew white.

“She's caught a cold?” Becker asked in worry, “Is she alright? She hasn't been walking around has she-”

“She's fine now,” The boy said stiffly, “Me and Stu took good care of her. Something you could never do in her time of need.”

The girl didn't even get a chance to respond before Billy turned and headed towards the Macher car where Stu was watching the whole interaction. A satisfying chill ran down the twos spin as they watched Casey cry to her friends, not even bother to touch the (L/n) residence doorbell.

And although it sounded cold when he said it. He meant every single word.

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Billy opened the door to the Loomis residence with a huff, a content smile was on his face as he looked down at the load of candy he had in his black pumpkin pail (Y/n) had given him. The red licorice wrapper the two had shared was still on top, and the boy couldn't bear to part with it due to the memory it held. Maybe he could place it in the memory box or near one of his pictures-.

The boy froze in place as he heard a shout from his parents bedroom down the hall. Judging by the high pitch scream it was clearly his mother, it sounded angry-pure developed rage than he had ever heard from her before. Sure she got mad at him sometimes and shouted but it was more in a scolding manner, but this-this was unlike any other sound. So without all of his courage lost he made way down the hall to the bedroom door.

“For the love of god, Nancy! Nothing is going on between me and Maureen-”

“Oh really?! Then why was this whore in our house barely clothed?!” Nancy hisses from behind the door, “You're always out at night, conveniently when Niel is away from their home! And you leave me here with your son who I tuck into bed each night-”

“Don't bring Billy into this!” Hank growled low, “If I have made any mistakes-”

She scoffed, “Mistakes? Sleeping with another man's wife and cheating on yours is a mistake-?”

“Yes!” He confessed, “What was I supposed to do? She came on so strongly and you haven't touched me in so long-”

“That's what we talk about together as husband and wife! Not go and give in to a whore who has her legs open for the whole town!”

Hank moved towards the door only for his wife to block him, Billy could see just how intense his father's gaze was through the crack. His face was red, hair deseveld with a faint red lip on his cheek, just seeing the sight made his stomach sink in and his face turn red. Somehow he didn't want to believe it-to believe that his dad would cheat on his mother and give in to another woman-a married one no less.

“Hank,” Mrs. Loomis sobbed, “I can't do this no more…either you tell Mauren that this is the last time or I'm leaving.”

Billy watched his fathers face go white as a ghost, mouth agape. It almost felt as if they were mirroring each other-father and son soaking in the threat before the both of them. His mother wouldn't leave him here would she? His father was at fault, not him.

Hank drew in a breath, “You wouldn't. You love Billy to much-”

“Watch me.” His mother hissed, “I’ll pack up my things and take Billy with me!”

The man scoffed, “With what money? Mine? I'm the one who’s working my ass off to provide for this family, what do you do honestly? Lay around on your fat ass while me and Billy are gone. Who’s to say you haven't done the same thing-”

“Hank, are you serious-?”

“Don't think I’ve forgotten those longing glances you gave to Mr (L/n) before his death years ago -”

“Don’t speak ill of a dead man! Have you lost your damn mind?! ”

“You always spoke so highly of him. About how he was such a good husband and father. About how he always showered his wife in love and affection all over town-”

“Don’t broadcast your insecurities on me about that family, Hank!” The woman's face was red now, her tears spilled over and frustration building. “Billy cares for (Y/n) deeply! Don't speak ill about her parents in this house!”

Hank growled deeply, “He needs to learn that this girl he's spending time with is not going to want to be with him. She's a spitting image of her mother, and their kind don't take kindly to mixing-”

A sharp sound of a closing door stopped the two adults from squabbling. Nancy’s heart stopped, eyes landing on the door cracked a smidge. While the mother felt her heart breaking in two from her son hearing their argument-the father had no other wish but to drink his sorrows away. The words were already said and there was no way of taking them back.

Mrs. Loomis turned towards her husband in fury, “You bastard! Do you understand what you've just done? What you just said?!”

“ I stated nothing but the truth in concerns of his company-”

A sound of a responding smack resounded through the room along with a slam of the door. Nancy rushed down the hallway towards her son's door, her heart beating her ears, a thundering in her chest from the amount of maternal pain she was enduring. Out of all the things she didn't want Billy to hear, it was that. Once upon a time she truly did love her husband with all her heart, still does. But at times he asks herself did she truly know the man she married after all?

She hesitated before letting a soft knock on the door. “Billy? May I come in sweetheart?”

A soft “Yes Ma’am” was heard beyond the door.

Upon entering the room she found her son sitting on the bed with his chin to his knees. His room was a mess from getting ready this afternoon, vhs tapes in a corner along with comic books and sneakers. His pumpkin pail from this evening was sitting on his dresser along with the rest of his costume she slaved away on. She didn't find it a burden to put together his costume, it was well worth it to see the bright smile upon her son's face.

Nancy sat down next to her boy, watching his eyes become watery, “How much did you hear my sweet boy?”

Billy sighed into his knees, “Is it true? Is dad seeing another woman?”

His mother held her breath, tears threatening to come to the surface once more but refined from letting them spill, “I have no proof that he is. But I do have suspicion." She lied.

Nancy didn't want to tell her son about the sight she had seen earlier when coming back from volunteering in town square. They were all over each other on the couch, the woman's clothes tossed around the living room and practically naked once she walked in. To make matters worse it was as if the other wife had no shame. Maureen made it her mission to flaunt her perfect naked tits to the way she displayed the hickeys her Hank left on her body. She felt sick , fueled with jealousy and rage; her husband simply said nothing as well. Putting his dick back up in his pants and helping Mrs. Prescott dress back up as if nothing transpired.

If she hadn't thought about Billy at that moment, the two of them would’ve been chopped up carcasses on the floor.

Her son looked up at her letting a stray tear roll down his cheek, “If we were to leave Dad we wouldn't leave town right? I can't abandon my only two friends here.”

Her breath hitched before drawing her boy into a war. embrace , “Of course not sweetheart, i'll find a way to stay here-for both of us to stay here.”

“And you won’t leave me here with him?”

“No,” Nancy whispered, “Never.”

“You promise?” Billy breathed heavily.

His mother looked up at the ceiling, praying for an angle of some kind to tell her what to do in this situation. To give her the strength to tell her son yes. That his mother would never abandon him in his time of need, in his youth when he needs her the most.

Instead nothing came out of her mouth. Just the mother and son breathing in sync in the room together almost as if they were still one. And Billy Loomis for the first time, understood what it was like to truly have a broken home. With someone to fucking blame.

A woman by the name of Mareen Presscott.

[pbandjesse]

So I did not feel better today. I felt worse actually. But I was convinced I just needed to suck it up. I would convince myself that I was actually fine and was faking it. Which is stupid but I kept convincing myself and then would cough so hard I would start crying.

When I woke up I was not happy. James left while I was still getting ready because they wanted to beat the rain. I think if they stayed a little longer they would have convinced me to stay home. But instead I got myself together best I could and went down to the car.

It was raining and cold. But it was warm in the car.

Driving to camp was a little rough only because I kept coughing up stuff. And was feeling really gross and bad.

When I got to camp I immediately went up to stockade to find the mushroom from the other day. And it was just turning black and so I plucked it and was very pleased.

I got back to the office and would answer some emails and get some things sorted. I continued to work on my pine needles sewing. It's going better. I want to start a new one soon so I can try to start the middle in a better way. But I think I'm getting the hang of it.

I was confused when no one came in at 9. And then not 930. Closer to 10 Alexi and Elizabeth came in, with Sarah following not long after. I was sort of deteriorating at this point. My cough was becoming more frequent and painful.

I tried to have conversations but I was so hard to be heard. And I could only do so much. We have two Native American feildtrips next week so I would do what I could to get things set up. But it will be a little bit of a mad rush on Monday morning.

I would struggle through until right before noon. But by then I was coughing and had to put my head down on the table to catch my breath. I had tried going up to the arts building and coughing my lungs out, thinking I could dislodge all the gunk in my lungs. But it just made me feel dizzy.

Before I left I thought about going to target. But I just wanted to go home.

The drive back was good. I had talked to Elizabeth about a nerd rapper I had forgotten about and so I got to relisten to some of my highschool music and that was very fun. Made for a good drive home. Even with the rain.

I got back here before 1230. And was happy to be back.

But I also felt stupid. Like I was being dramatic. I wasn't even coughing! I was obviously fine and had been lying. And then I would breath weird and started coughing so hard I thought I was going to throw up. It was pretty horrible.

But because I am stupid I would be fine for a while. And started vacuuming and adding water to the fish tanks and cleaning the kitty litter. And would be fine! I'm obviously all better! But then would cough so hard I would cry. I hate this so much.

The worse and most annoying part is that I feel find behind the voice and the cough. I'm not nauseous. My chest is a little sore but my body doesn't ache. So it's like my brain can't accept that I'm sick.

But I am trying. So I called out of my weekend plans. I'm really sad to miss my last BAS workshop on sunday. And I rescheduled my private lesson. And I'm not going to the market. I won't say I'm not sad. But I'm going to try really hard to actually rest and get well.

I would try to sleep but it didn't happen. I mostly watched videos. I made a few tiktoks because I was a little bored. I worked on my knitting some. I tried to sleep again but my water cup fell over in the bed and got me and the bed all wet. My world was obviously falling apart.

I moved to the couch to cuddle up there. I had taken some time to reorganize the mantle in the living room and change the layout a little. And I felt really good about that. I also pulled out some blankets from storage to put an extra on the couch and finally remember to put one in the car. Very productive.

James would come home and I was happy to see them. They would get to work making tortilla soup. I was coughing a lot and was kind of miserable but I was happy to have my husband home and safe.

There would be some waiting for the soup to be done but that was okay. Sweetp was crying at the door and we figured out that he's crying and talking to the car upstairs! I hope they are having a nice conversation.

The soup was really good. Very happy with the recipe I chose and James made it so nice. Love my husband. They would hang out with me on the couch. And Sweetp and me had a nice cuddle. I watched to many tiktoks. It was nice.

I took a bath while James made got chocolate. It burned my tongue a little but it was fine. I am pretending it fixed my chest pain. But it probably didn't do much.

I just finished painting my toes. And I'm going to go brush my teeth now. And get ready to sleep.

Tomorrow I will rest. And maybe draw or something small. I just want to feel better.

Goodnight everyone. Please cover your coughs.

[senjuushi]

Assorted Lines 2 — Low Spirits

((First of all, I'm missing Arisaka's third line. ;w; I'll add it in when I find it, but it's left blank for now. Second, ouch. I think I'm missing context for a lot of these, but plenty of them (especially Springfield's...) still HURT. Look at all of this pain. The angst. Canon loves me. so much!))

// First Acquisition // Occupational Experience (Start) // Occupational Experience (End) // After Encouragement //

. . .

Marks

1: Why can’t I use Absolute Nobility? I really don’t want to use a power that will hurt Master...

2: Does Master think that Like Two is more reliable than me...? Sure, I make more mistakes than him, but...

3: I got scolded by Master... Is Master starting to hate me...? *sigh*...

Like Two

1: My weight... again... I mean, I’m doing exercises to increase my muscle mass... But these numbers... they’re still... 

2: No way am I this weak-willed! It was just a nightmare... I’m getting pissed at myself...!

3: ........ Where are you, and what are you doing, I wonder... I hope you’re safe... 

Herme

1: I’d heard a rumor about a ghostly cow’s head, but I can’t find any details no matter how hard I look. I wanted to resolve this...!

2: It appears that my new boots are the wrong size, so I’ve wound up with blisters... Can I just crush them?

3: Ugh... I’ll be useless soon... I can’t return to Germany yet... 

Arisaka

1: Arisaka is jealous of Hachikyu... With Hachikyu’s performance, Arisaka could fight better... 

2: Arisaka hasn’t eaten omelet rice in over a week... Arisaka wants omelet rice... 

3: ???

Springfield

1: When you’re injured, my heart hurts... And yet I’m, to Master... I... I shouldn’t be here... 

2: *cough*... *cough*...  Haah... I had to drop out halfway through training... Really, why... why am I even here... 

3: Everyone here is so kind. But that kindness being offered to me... I don’t know how to accept it... 

Siegblut

1: You gotta be kidding me...! Who the fuck spilled coffee on my favorite sofa... Damn it!

2: I have to prove myself in battle...! For all of them who believed in me...! I can’t fail...!

3: I thought he was the one who’d understand me... I was an idiot. In the end, people can’t be trusted.

Gras

1: The way the world is... I can’t become someone great even if my performance surpasses Chassepot’s... 

2: I finally got what I so desperately wanted. I dreamed that it was there in my arms, shining... and then, suddenly, it became nothing but a lump of dirt...

3: Why is Master refusing to have dinner with me...!? A three-star restaurant in France with a perfect view of the night sky... What about that isn’t good enough...!?

Murata

1: How could this be... I dozed off for a moment, and my roasted yam wound up charred...!

2: My heart aches when I think of how tender Arisaka is... I don’t want him to have to stand on the battlefield anymore... And yet, Arisaka is a gun. He can’t become human.

3: My rice grain art that I put such great effort into making has disappeared...! And here I was going to show it to Arisaka...

Hachikyu

1: I wound up falling asleep while eating cup ramen in bed... When I woke up, the bed was a sea of miso soup... Haha...

2: The World Empire... I think about it, sometimes. Things were pretty nice back then, in a way... It’s just... complicated.

3: Damn it... Even though a new game just came out, I can’t play it at all, thanks to all the work Murata’s dumped on me...

Fal

1: My treasured blue cheese...! Someone mistook it for being rotten and threw it away...

2: Earlier, I brushed past a woman on the street, smelled perfume, and... my body went cold, as if my heartbeat itself had frozen over.

3: I dislike flowers... I’m not certain why. There’s no clear reason. 

Belga

1: Oww... my stomach hurts...! *sob*...! Help me...! *sob*........!!

2: Bored...  I dunno why, but I’m bored... Can you gimme back my gun?

3: Lookin’ at that fish picture guide made me think about my old pet, Angel One... *sob*

[amara-scott]

Movie: Divergent Characters: Eric Coulter x f!Reader Categories: Anger, Fluff, Eric

“Again.” Another jump, down to the ground, push up followed by another jump. Kick, kick, uppercut, hook. My hands fall to my knees, hunched over I try to gulp down the pain in my burning throat. I don’t know if it’s tears or sweat but it’s covering my hot face.

“Again.” He sounds more and more stern. I blink a couple times, standing up straight and am about to do the whole circuit for the- what, 40th time? I lost count long ago. My bones shake and muscles ache. It’s past the point where only numbness is left and I am scared I won’t feel anything anymore after I am done today. If I will ever be done. If he lets me.

I jump and am about to go down to the ground, my hands planted on the cool mat, feet ready to kick back into a plank but my arms shake before they give out and I fall to the ground face first. The ground cooling my cheek. I close my eyes and only hear my breathing, it's loud. Just as my thumping heart. Sweat stinging my eyes now.

“What are you doing?”

My eyes snap open at that question and I feel full of rage and hate. Just- frustration spreading inside every fiber of my being.

I twist my head around, supporting myself on my elbows. “Taking a break maybe?” I say, trying not to sound ironic or rude- but I do. I really don’t care though. I am past the point of just sucking it up.

“What did you say?” He challenges, his cold orbs boring into mine as he folds his arms and shifts in his stance, glaring down at me. His lips twitching into a not so amused smile before sneering down at me.

“I said- taking a break, maybe.” I repeat and twist, sitting with my knees angled up, placing my arms atop. Eyes now down between my legs on the ground. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. He still is a leader. Someone I should respect and who's orders I have to follow.

“Stand up, now.” I sigh with closed eyes and stand back up, looking at his arms, chewing my lower lip.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I gulp and look up, trying not to forget to breathe. My heart calmed down but once I meet his eyes, my heart rate picks right back up.

“You’re not here to take breaks. You understand?” I nod quickly, not really having enough energy to even form words. He keeps silent for a moment longer, knowing that I struggle to keep up the eye contact. He smirks at the end, moving his head a bit closer, leaning forward.

“I’ll see you here tomorrow. Same time." I force myself not to close my eyes and sigh in frustration.

"-Actually, for the rest of the month. Every day.” My eyes grow a bit wider and I want to reply, talk back- but he just raises his pierced eyebrow, daring me. I gulp down my pride and nod once.

“Go.” His jaw is clenched and I quickly, dizzily grab my bottle and move past him, walking quickly.

Why, of all people, does he hate me so much? Am I doing that bad? I didn’t feel like I was. I rarely lost a fight and Four even complimented me after a few. I can’t say the same about Eric though. He never spoke. Only to correct or mock. Nothing kind ever left his lips.

With a sigh I fall into bed after my shower, not even in the mood to go get any food. I’ll just eat more tomorrow at breakfast. My eyes sealed shut and I doze off.

Eric is back at it, yelling at an initiate for losing and telling them to go back to the punching bags. He scoffs and turns around, his eyes wandering around the room and landing on me. I quickly turn away, holding the knife tightly between my fingers and focusing on the target ahead. The clashing of knifes the only sound I hear until he stands next to me.

“Throw it.” He commands and I take another deep breath, throwing and hoping I hit anything. But the knife just bounces off the wall and lands at the bottom of the target.

“Pathetic. Go get the knife.” I whip my head around and look at him with wide eyes.

“You mean- right now?”

“No, after practice. Of course now, go!” I flinch as he ends his sentence and turn back around, looking to the side as a couple people stop and watch.

“Did I say stop? Keep going, all of you.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before taking a deep breath and not looking back as a few knives land in my way, only making me stop a few times. Don’t look back- don’t look back- don’t-

A knife whips right past my ear, I feel the wind brushing my hair away and I stop, watching it emerge from the target I practiced at. I grab the knife off the ground and turn around. Eric standing there with another knife in hand and throwing it up a couple times.

“Next time I won’t miss.” I can’t move my legs after that and Eric frowns, sticking the sharp weapon into the wooden box it’s usually stored in.

“Come on, get back here. You’re not done practicing.”

I want to say anything but I can’t, my feet also glued to the ground. I want to lift anything but I’m frozen.

“(Y/N)? Come on.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Stand up, hey!”

I gasp, sitting up in bed, breathing heavily.

"You looked exhausted, I just wanted to let you sleep longer." Emma sits down next on my bed, giving me a sad smile.

"Thanks, I probably needed that." I mumble, clearing my throat and sit up next to her, head in my hands.

"I brought you some food, don't tell anyone." She whispers and unpacks a sandwich and an apple, handing both to me.

"Wow, thanks, you're amazing." I side hug her, taking the food and gulping everything down with water. Emma giggles watching me and stands back up.

"You shouldn't eat so fast, you'll get a stomach ache- we have to be in the training room in ten." She turns around, smiling one last time and walking off to join some others on their way to the training room.

I sigh, remembering what will happen after training. The dream- it felt so real.

I get ready quickly, jogging down the hall and entering through the tall doors. Everyone is gathering in a circle and I join in, blending into the back of the group to maybe not get noticed.

"This week will be all about your aim. Especially throwing knives and shooting guns." I roll my eyes, shaking my head to myself. This is ridiculous.

"Any complains?" My eyes shoot over to Eric, who's stare is fixed on me for a second longer before wandering around the group. Some are shaking their heads or mumbling no. He saw my expression. I will suffer even more today. If that's even possible.

"Let's get ready then, the targets are back at the wall, pic one and start throwing." Four tells us and we make our way to the targets. I jog up to Emma, sending her a smile.

"You think you're any good at this?" She asks and I shrug.

"Well it's not like I would have a lot of experience so- I can just hope."

"I actually did throw knives a lot back in Amity." I frown, my eyes boring into the side of her face as she smirks.

"Well, more in my head but still. Not the first time I'm thinking about it. Maybe that helps." I chuckle and shove her lightly, both of us finding a spot and trying out the knives, holding them, turning them.

"You have to take multiple aspects into account when throwing a knife. The weight, size and distance to your target. Have a go." Four says and starts pacing behind us hands behind his back and observing. I glance around more, trying to find the piercing blue eyes and I find them, a few steps further down the line but he turns, as if he felt me watching him.

I get ready and try to mimic someone who just hit their target. Legs steady, slightly parted- arm leaning back and then- I close my eyes until I hear a clashing sound. The knife fell down, not even close to the target. Wow.

I try a few more times and get closer and even hit the target but the knife never sticks fully.

"What are you doing?" I flinch at his voice, nearly dropping the knife in my hand. I turn to the side, watching Eric.

"Trying to hit the target?" It sound more like a question as I'm not in the mood to come off as a smart ass or the ironic bitch I usually am.

"Well, you're not doing a great job then." He states and I nod, agreeing with him. There is a small pause before he raises an eyebrow with folded arms.

"Could you maybe- help me out?" I say before thinking about what I actually just said. I hear Emma snorting beside me, trying to cover it up with a cough. Eric's eyes find her for a second before coming back to me.

"Turn around." I frown but quickly follow his order.

"Angle your hips." I shift, one foot forward the other further back, trying to stand sturdy.

"Further." His hands find my waist and he twists it more, my breath hitching as I glance down at his fingers sitting atop my hips.

"Look up." He says, his breath hitting my neck before he steps back again. I focus on the target, reaching my arm back and twisting my shoulders.

"Don't just reach your wrist back. The whole arm." He pulls at my elbow, correcting my stance and I feel my skin burning from where he touched me. My skin tingling.

"Twist your whole body while throwing. Full force." I take another deep breath and do as I'm told yelling out this time, not closing my eyes, too curious if it changed anything.

It did. I hit the target. It sticks. I grin and turn to Eric- but he's already gone further down. I turn back forward and want to do it again. And again.

Maybe I'm actually looking forward to after-practice today.

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[ta0ken]

LITTERA SCRIPTA MANET (the written letter lasts)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus. 

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

                                                         in books, freedom →

TAPPING RESOUNDED THROUGHOUT THE ROOM, yet there's a silence that fills the room you sat in as well. It's noisy, yet it's not. It's quiet, yet it's not. It's contradictory, in your opinion, as you leaned onto your chin, resting it on your fist. You hummed, unsure of what would happen. A small huff left your lips, blowing out strands from your hair, continuously bothering you from your work (though, you weren't really working).

Your pen scattered dots all around your lined paper, yet nothing was written on it. "This isn't some connect the dots game..." you softly sighed to yourself, raising a brow at the paper, disappointed and obviously unamused.

Glancing out the window, you stared, watching the sun rays light up your dim-lit room. You closed your eyes, reminiscing the times you were in high school (were you?), not really having any friends, only focusing on smarts and academics, though you weren't weak.

Too bad you had gotten into too many fights that caused your school record to drop at the lowest of low.

The dreams you've had were weird. You, at first, thought that you had grown older, done different things, lived a different life, but all of those were dreams; lucid, but merely dreams (but they only occurred two times, so, perhaps they don't count). Your eyes scanned the dots once more, still unimpressed with what you've gotten. Head drooping down, you let out another sigh, one full of frustration and exhaustion - you wouldn't be able to write a poem at any rate, would you?

"Oh, how this wounds me," you said to yourself. "Woe is me, woe is me... I guess."

Leaning back in your seat, you stared at your ceiling, blinking. The ceiling remained the same, nothing had changed. Maybe, I can just write about dreams or something... Gah! I hate this... You sulked and sulked and sulked, but nothing would change the fact that you couldn't write anything—

Ah. Now you know why. Someone had been murdered, you remembered. Not someone you knew, but for some reason, you felt like you recognized the person who had murdered the random nobody. Still, you weren't sure, and it didn't matter.

"...Weird," you muttered, balancing a pen between your lips and nose. "Really weird."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh, slowly sinking into your seat without a care. You felt tired, and you didn’t want to do any more work, though you weren’t doing any work anyway.

“Oi, [Name]!”

Your eyes open, and you blink. Slowly taking the pen between your lips and nose, you stare at the ceiling that shouldn’t have changed, yet it did. You slowly lower your head, still blinking, and looked at the person in front of you that had long hair, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth (though, that was his original appearance; the one you weren’t used to seeing).

”…Baji,” you acknowledge, expression forming into one of boredom. “What do you need, more tutor lessons?”

He gives you a scowl, before grinning, jutting his thumb behind him, exclaiming, “Nah, I wanted to hang out with ya. Me, you, and the others!”

A grim expression replaces your bored one, and you wave your hand in the air, other hand in your pocket. Leaning back into your seat, you twirl the pen in your hands, and you simply tell him, “No.” You didn’t want to hang out; there was no need to. “We’re not friends, Baji; I’m only your tutor, or whatever.” You ignore the feeling that this wasn’t a dream (but you wished it was).

The boy lets out a breath, crossing his arms. “Man… You’re a guy, ya know that?”

”I… I’d hope I’m a guy—“

”That’s not what I meant!” he barks. He turns his head, a frown appearing on his face. Upon your expression, he frowns even more. “Listen, I’m only asking you anyway because of you helping me out with school and shit.”

Your hand twitches and your brow furrows, a crease forming. This scene feels like it’s repeating, going on and on and on and on—why? You didn’t realize you were staring at him, until he waves a hand in your face, obviously impatient. “…Uh,” you blink, “sorry—No, I don’t… want to go.”

A small huff.

You only shrug in response, slowly getting up from your seat. You glance down at the floor, noticing your bag beside the leg of the chair. Why? You stare at it with narrowed eyes, distressed, but you hid it; the boy before you didn’t need to know what was happening, anyway. Grabbing your bag, you slung it across your shoulder, sparing Baji a glance. “…Why are you still here?” you ask, raising a brow, “Don’t you have your gang to go to?”

“Anyway, I’m going home. Bye,” you mutter, shuffling past the long-haired boy.

✎______

“You’re very selfish, Baji.”

”Huh? And you’re acting like you’re not?”

You rest your chin on your hand, lips in a thin line. You were with Baji and Chifuyu, who was technically his underclassmen, but he got held back a lot of times. You cock your head to the side, slowly gazing over towards the blonde, “How d’you manage to hang out with him? He’s a brute.”

”The hell did you say?!” Baji’s hand slams down onto the table booth you all sat at, glaring at you. “I’m no brute!”

You give him a blank stare. “…I can assume that your ma said you were a ‘handsome fellow’ or somethin’?”

Chifuyu coughs at that, hiding his snort. “C’mon, [Name], do you really think a guy like him is handsome?” He has a grin on his face, leaning back into his own seat, amused by the bickering (or maybe exhausted, who knows?).

You raise a brow, glancing over at Baji, who was fuming. Rubbing your chin, you hum in thought. “He’s pretty…” you say, trailing off, ignoring the suspicious look from Chifuyu and the arrogant look from Baji, and continued, “…for a girl.”

”Wh- I’M NOT A GIRL!”

”PFFFT—“

You grin, amused. Leaning back into your seat, you look back up to the ceiling, the grin dropping slowly. As fun as it was, can this dream end? Your hand raised up towards your face, pinching it as hard as you could, but it only left a mark.

It left a mark.

You lower your head once more, eyes staring at the wooden table that seemed too polished for its own good, the light showing your reflection. You were back in your 15-year-old body, still in middle school, though it made no sense. Shifting, your eyes darted towards the other two, one older, one younger, and they seemed the same from middle school; laughing, smiling, joking around.

Your hand clenches, gripping your uniform pants.

”…Am I dreaming?” you whisper to yourself, “Is this nothing but a mere illusion, to hinder my dob- doubts—? Fuck.”

“Did you stumble over your words again, [Name]?” Baji teases, leaning over towards you.

Your face flushes red, and you narrow your eyes at him. “No,” you say indignantly, “I did nuh- not. I did, not.”

”But, you did, just now,” Chifuyu points out. “Right, Baji-san? He just stumbled over his words?”

”…I said—“

”No, yeah, he did.”

”I SAID I FUCKING DIDN’T—“

✎______ [Name] occasionally stumbles over his words, despite knowing so many. And he ends up getting mad over it.

You rest your head on the table, grumbling profanities. Despite being smart, despite all of this, you were still foul-mouthed, and you were still a ‘child.’ You muffle out a small, “One day, I’ll kill the both of you, just you wait.”

Baji lets out a snort, patting your back harshly, “Sure you will.”

“I will.”

Chifuyu nods sarcastically, finished with his noodles. “Yes, of course, you will.”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “Well, fuck you guys, too.” You glance over at the pair, before you looked away, not wanting to deal with them. But, you continued to pinch your arm, not caring about the pain, for you just wanted to go back to your regular life.

"Hey."

I want to go back. Let me be a poet, once more, you sigh wistfully, leaning onto your fist, zoning out. I need to be a poet, once more; I graduated, did I not? I did, I did, so then why, why can't I wake up?

"[Name]."

This is all a dream.

"[Name], wake up!"

You blink, eyes wide. Turning your head towards the pair, you stare for a few seconds, before blinking once more. "...Sorry, what?" you say with a smile, ignoring the aching pain in your arm now, "Did you need something? Or were you guys planning on bothering me again."

Chifuyu narrows his eyes at you, suspicious of how you were acting. "...No, you were just pinching your arm really hard and not saying anything about it," he remarks, crossing his arms. "Are you some sort of masochist?"

Baji raises a brow, checking you out as he leans forward, "...I wouldn't put it past him to be a masochist. He gives off that sort of vibe, you know?"

"Oi, what's that s'posed to mean?" you scowl, pushing yourself away from the two. "I'm no fuck—I'm not a masochist." Despite you saying all of that, Baji only laughs, hand ruffling your hair.

"...I hate you all."

"Sure you do."

✎______

You weren't sure if you had this feeling that you were going to insane or if you were lucid dreaming (it was probably both), but it was slowly getting to you. Each step felt like it was pulling you towards the ground, keeping you there from moving on, from trying to back to the present (or was it future?). But was it even the present if you're you now?

It didn't occur to you, that you were back in the past. Every dream, every time you close your eyes, every time you open your eyes, there's a new view.

But there were no views this time, as you stared, blankly wandering around on your own. Baji left to do his own thing, as did Chifuyu. You weren't sure what they were doing, but you didn't want to get involved with gang fights anyway.

Instead, you chose to go back to the store nearby your old apartment (well, technically, your current one, huh?). You haven't met the rest of the Toman members except for the 'Founding Members', but even then, you didn't want to join. They weren't your friends (well, in the past, you didn't consider them friends, but they probably considered you a friend), and you didn't want to be their friend.

Well, maybe you did.

It gets lonely, anyway. Having to repeat life over and over again, without knowing who's the cause (once you find out who's causing it, though...).

You look at the cashier, hands in your pockets as you slump over, eyes drooping due to exhaustion. You could feel yourself beginning to tire throughout the day, yet it was only the afternoon still, almost evening.

"Can I have one pack of cigarettes?"

✎______

You lean back against the wall, looking off into the distance, sighing. You had the pack of cigarettes in your hand, glancing around the area, putting a cancer stick in your mouth, letting it hang off from between your lips. Tilting your head, you let out a huff. You were only 15-years-old, yet you were originally 26-years-old at the start (or was it at the original? You weren't sure, too many things ran through your head, really).

Drip.

Ignoring the dripping sounds that slowly grew into pitter-patter, you didn't bother to light the cigarette, simply satisfied with the feeling of it on your lips. A small sigh was drawn out, your eyes gazing at the droplets of rain that splattered on the cement, sometimes getting onto your boots.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip—

Rubbing the back of your head, you glanced away, pushing yourself away from the wall. You begin to walk, not caring about the rain that made you damp, your hair flattening on your head. Ignoring it, you clench and unclench your fists, trying to still wake yourself up from this dream that seemed all too real (you wish you could wake up, but you never will).

You look up at the rain, humming, sometimes squinting due to the droplets hitting you straight in the eye. Your face twitches, but you shrug your shoulders.

"Rain's a bad sign, ain't it? Especially if it's heavy like this..." you say to yourself, walking on the sidewalk. "August 3rd... Huh. The day of the festival... Hm."

You close your eyes, shrugging once again.

Looking up at the rain once more, you say to yourself quietly, voice barely near a whisper, "...Is this a dream that I can wake up from, or is this a dream that I'm stuck in forever? Hm... I wonder..." you look back towards the road, "...if the world just hates me after all."

A small laugh left your lips.

"Yeah. The world hates me, for sure."

[acciocriativity]

You and Me II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: After years at Hogwarts, your life would really begin and nothing could be better than to start this new phase with your official birthday party, but the next day does not turn out quite as expected.

Warnings: For those who haven't read the first part yet, Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this fic. The first wizard war was against another wizard but its consequences are still valid! Just pure fluff and an implied bit of smut.

Word Count: 3,0k

A/N: This is obviously the part two of You and Me, but it’s not necessarily related, so you can just read this one as a one shot but the first part gives you a lot of context for this, ok? ok then. (Happy really early Birthday Katie! I'd like to post this on your bday but I was too anxious for this. Hope you like it!)

Part I

04/27/1997

"You're really not well, how can a person be in this state when their birthday is so close? I've tried to understand and still can't", the brunette's bored voice made itself present in the room for the 4th time in the day and as I prepared my answer, she held up her hand and delivered her own hypothesis first. "You can't be sad that we're finishing seventh year, I swear for Merlin's sake, if that's the case, I'll...", the words slipped slowly from her mouth, as did the calmness remaining in her.  

"Even though anything you have to say sounds like a lot of fun, it's not the case. I really want to start my own life, have my own job and all that. I'm just thinking a lot lately, too many things have happened, we've all changed so much", I didn't bother to look at her, still focused on the ceiling painted like a blue summer sky and she didn't mind asking permission to lie next to me on the bed. 

"We had to grow up eventually, although some took too long, in fact, I can point out for sure that half the boys still act like kids", we both laughed until our bellies ached.

"Well, good for us then because Draco and Blaise are not on that list and don't even dare look at me like that, you know he's changed a lot", I heard her amused giggles and already imagined what was coming. 

"I wasn't even going to say anything this time, it's really impressive how you just stick up for him, I hope it's the same with me", I frowned and looked at her as if she was out of her mind, and there were chances she really was. "Since when do you need protection from someone?". 

"I never said I needed it, but it's nice to know I have it", she shrugged without looking me in the eye and I decided it would be better to change the subject, because nothing good ever comes out of a Pansy, who is unseasy in any sense. 

"So, about your...," she started. "Pansy, what do you…”, I said at the same time, but I just smiled and waited in silence for what she had to say. 

"I was going to ask about your parents, you're going to have to live with them in a month, so how are you feeling about that?", she just glanced at me. 

"That's been going through my mind, I have no idea what it's going to be like but it's going to be better than anything that's happened in the past, that's enough for now", I sighed. 

"You know you can come to my house, right? You can hide there", I agreed with a smile and we continued in a comfortable silence. 

04/29/1997

7:30 A.M.

 On the morning of my birthday, I woke up in the best possible way. The warmth emanating from Draco's body and the thick blanket kept me unfazed by the freezing wind coming in through the window. I didn't want to move and I didn't need to. 

I sighed satisfied with the position I was in, curled up under the blanket hugging the blond's bare torso, with no responsibility or obligation other than to enjoy my day. 

"Morning, love", his arms pressed me tighter against him, I could feel his calm breathing and somehow, I felt calmer too.

I left a few kisses on his bare skin and the goosebumps they caused on him made me break out into a little smile. "Good morning, love", I whispered leaning back against him.  

"Come here, let me give you a proper happy birthday", he gave my hair a quick pat and lifted my chin to look at him. 

 As soon as I crawled closer to him, his arms entwined around my waist and pulled me even closer. 

"Happy birthday my love", he left several little kisses on my face and neck before moving to my lips, but our moment was interrupted by a noise on the window.

 A gray owl incessantly beat its beak on the window pane, we looked at each other, neither of us wanted to get up, but it would be too cruel to leave the poor thing waiting there. 

"It's my birthday, I have the right to ask you to go", I gave a brief kiss on his lips before letting him go to the war field. 

 I stayed warm while he opened the window further so that the owl could get through, as well as the icy wind. 

He rushed back to my side in time to see me tear the seal off the letter I received. 

"It's from my parents, they are really working hard this year. I have to admit that", I told him as I scanned the paper. 

"At least they realized what a great daughter they have, she's a little mean but still great", I was too busy reading the letter to notice his cunning and more icy than usual hands pass around me.  

 I jumped out of bed as I felt the shock of our skin contact and he had the audacity to laugh, I had to control myself too much not to grab my wand. 

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are dead now", I climbed into bed with my pillow, ready to fight. 

20:00 P.M.

 A few hours later, I was getting ready for the party in the Slytherin common room, everyone was invited since after this stressful year, a party would be nice and I couldn't physically kick anyone out. 

I was barely concentrating in my makeup, Nala was running back and forth between my feet wanting attention and I couldn't give it to her or for the next few hours, no matter how much it broke my heart. 

"For Merlin's sake... Nala! Sit!", it saddened me to see that she obeyed but still wanted to come running to me, that deserved a good reward.

 I fed her one of her favorite cookies and petted her shiny fur before going back in front of the mirror. I checked several times to make sure I was ready. 

"See you later my love, mma will be back soon", I waved to her and went downstairs before I gave in. 

 There were already a lot of people when I arrived, the new song by The Weird Sisters was so loud that Pansy didn't hear me, even though I called out 2 times as she passed by on the other side of the room. 

As I made my way through, many friends stopped to congratulate me and also to chat a bit, by the time I realized what I was supposed to do, more than 10 minutes had passed. 

"Have you guys seen Pansy? I was looking for her", I said before turning my own glass of buttered beer over and leaving it in Tom's hand. "See you guys later", my eyes were glued on the blond guy standing in the corner and in less than a second, I was walking towards him. 

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!", I heard his indignant voice but ignored it along with all the other people, who tried to talk to me on my way to him. 

"You know, the delay is only elegant because it doesn't last more than 5 minutes", he was smiling even though he hated tardiness. 

"Maybe for most people, a queen is never late love, the others were too early. Especially when it's her birthday", I stopped in front of him. "You haven't given me my present yet, I'm waiting", I pointed to my own lips.  

 He chuckled and looked at me for a few seconds before he said  something, even with the lights flashing I could still see the twinkle in his eyes, which still reflected mine equally. 

"Are you asking this as a gift around too?", his smile widened as did mine, he took a step closer. 

"Does that mean you're not going to give it to me? I had high expectations for this one in particular", something in his gaze changed, I could clearly tell but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. 

"That particular one can wait, right now, I have my main gift", he took his hands off his back and in them was a green velvet median box with silver details. 

 I was almost breathless just admiring the package once it was in my hands. To top it off, a green silk bow and I had the impression that he had made it himself. 

When I opened it, my jaw dropped. A silver necklace with an emerald heart carefully displayed in the box. 

"Draco, you really didn't have to give me something expensive", he didn't answer me, instead took the necklace and helped me put it on. 

"It seemed like an appropriate gift, now that we will no longer be living by Slytherin rules, it’s a nice way to say goodbye", I didn't think twice before I kissed him. 

"I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that", I whispered between kisses. "You won't forget that, right?", I sighed as he brushed his lips across the skin of my neck. 

"I have no reason to forget love, I...", we were interrupted by a forced cough behind me. 

"Why don't you two just go into a room? No one has to see this scene", Blaise's unmistakable voice sounded and I felt my boyfriend giggle, not moving out of position. 

"You can go after your girlfriend instead of getting in our way, wouldn't that be a brilliant idea?", I didn't see what happened, but a nice answer wouldn't be."So where were we honey?", he raised his eyes to meet mine. 

"We better save that for the end of the party love, wasn't that your idea?", I pulled away from him and took his hand. "You have a whole party to enjoy." 

"I already regret that decision, thanks for reminding me", he mumbled that and a few other things I couldn't hear. 

07/01/1997

7:00 A.M.

"I still can't believe this is our last breakfast at Hogwarts", Astoria commented amidst the silence that had formed at our table. 

"I still can't believe it's really over, it seems like any minute now I'm going to wake up and be back in third year", Pansy added. 

"Well, I hope you'll make better decisions if you go back there tonight. No one forgot the hair Pan", my remark made everyone laugh for the first time in the day, a bit of pride grew inside me. 

"Just because Hogwarts is over doesn't mean we're going to split up. None of you have any right to be this down today", Theo said and I was forced to smile as was everyone else. 

"I was glad to be rid of you, at no point I was sad," Blaise muttered but we could all hear him and we all laughed once again. 

8:00 A.M. 

"What are you thinking?" he was with his eyes closed leaning against the train window, but I knew he wasn't asleep. 

"How familiar everything here is, the worn leather of the seat, the smell of candy in the hallway and of trees coming in through the window. Other things will be familiar 7 years from now, it's just weird to think about it," he continued in the same position but held out his hand to me. 

"That's true but I feel better knowing that we will continue to be each other's constant," I intertwined our fingers and we continued like that until we arrived.  

11:00 A.M. 

"It's time for the gifts, we prefer to give you personally. I believe you will like it", my mother said as soon as we sat down on the couch in our living room. 

 I smiled not knowing how to respond, since I usually got the same thing every year, money or more paint, and I was pretty sure they didn't choose in person. 

"Go ahead, open it. We decided to give two separate presents this year, the pink wrapping is mine and the purple one is your father's", the two boxes were right next to me on the couch, so why was I hesitating so much to pick them up? 

 A lot was going on in my head, they have changed a lot in the last year but why? I could be dreaming of the ideal day, but no dream was as vivid as this one.

I took a deep breath and opened the pink first, I expected to find anything but my stuffed bunny, he was washed and clean, different from how I remembered, but still the same. 

"I thought I lost or tore it a long time ago", I managed to say as I hugged him like one who finds an old friend, but he was beyond that. 

"He was really in a rough state, but I was able to fix him. It was in one of the boxes in the basement, remember how you got it?", I agreed again, a wave of memories washed over me. 

My parents had just arrived home from a business trip, it was the first time I had been alone at home without them. 

"Mommy, Daddy!", I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs would allow and threw myself into my father's arms, not caring about his wet coat, which soon became even wetter. "You promi-promised that you would be back soon”. 

"Oh my love, something unexpected has happened. We were never going to leave you alone for so long," her hands wiped away my tears and took me in her lap. "So, for you never have to be alone again, we brought a little friend, he will always keep you company when we have to leave." 

That wasn't enough to calm me down but it made me curious enough to stop crying, I didn't have any friends before that. 

 I hurried to open the other package but there was only an empty picture frame with no photo inside. 

Before I could open my mouth to ask for an explanation, shapes began to appear from the black background. 

I recognized the picture, me still a baby in my mother's arms and my father behind her, hugging us both but as soon as I blinked, it was gone. 

Another picture formed in its place, I was older, about two or three years old, this one I had never seen. I was on my mother's lap holding a drawing that I had made and possibly looked terrible. 

More pictures appeared and disappeared but I didn't wait to see them all at that moment. 

"I loved these gifts...thank you Mom and Dad," I made a great effort to hold back the tears as I hugged them both. "They are the best presents I have ever gotten." 

23:00 P.M. 

"What are you two doing out there at this time of night?! Draco, have you been drinking now?", Narcisa gave us another stern look before opening the door and shoving us inside. 

 We walked in almost tripping over the living room rug, laughing at each other, to the point where tears formed in our eyes.  

"Shhhhhh, my dad must be working... uhhhhhh, he's not going to like this, u-um," his hand covered my mouth. 

I pushed his hand away from my face. “Me?Shut up? You're practically screaming you idiot!".

 "You two, I don't want another peep out of you. Come up quietly. Your father doesn't like to be interrupted," she whispered, but it was enough for us to agree without hesitation. 

"Yes, Captain, I mean, ma'am," he pulled me up the stairs before her patience ran out. 

07/02/1997

14:00 P.M. 

"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?", the blond was clearly trying hard not to laugh and I sighed, still under the blanket. 

"I don't remember Draco, did your mother really not hate me? I can't believe we came here...", even though no one was watching me, I started to blush, or was it just the fever? There's no way to be sure now. 

"That could never happen, she made sure to request your favorite tea. Now get out of there before it gets cold", he tried to pull on my blanket but I used all the rest of my strength not to let him.  

"Noooo, out there that's too cold. Come here, it's too cold for you too", I took one of my hands from the comfortable warmth to pull him to me. "You didn't have to get up so early to get this", I whispered but soon after started coughing. 

"There must be a potion to help you, I'll just get it and then...", he was ready to get up from the bed but I didn't let go of his arm. 

"I just want you, please stay here? The elf will bring it anyway", before he could protest, I covered him with the blanket. "You're not well either, let's just lay down for now". 

 He opened his mouth to deny it again but all that came out was a sneeze, after this he just gave up and lied down too. We were both screwed but at least we were together, right? I tried to think positive.

[ @x-dratie-x @fa-me]

Harry Potter Masterlist

[chezborger]

The lovely Assistant (Alucard x Chubby Reader) Chapter One

A/n: This took a while and it got a little more attention than I expected so I'm also a little nervous to share it but still I hope you like it! 😅😳💕

Type: Smut undertones, Mentions of death

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She yearned for him, possibly ached for him. She was a virgin though her dreams seemed like she wasn't. the daydreams played around in her head like a movie, Alucard gripping her thick soft thighs while he was making her moan into the open air. She knew she shouldn't but, thinking about him too much would cause her thoughts to be flooded and also her panties.

Although she didn't know how to tell him let alone talk to him. Being an assistant for Hellsing was hard enough as it was, then having a tall handsome vampire lurking from the shadows, looking over her shoulder would make her chubby cheeks burn in nervousness and embarrassment. How could she keep this up? even if she tried avoiding him in the big estate he would still show up somehow.

Late in the evening just as the sun sets he decided to say something, it was small and meaningless but still something. "Good evening assistant." He said from the shadows making the girl jump and grip her papers, which made him chuckle. "H-Hello Alucard...what brings you here?"

"I was bored, decided to go for a walk but wanted to check in on my favorite assistant."

"But I'm just the one?"

"Exactly." He says amusingly as he circles around the girl, messing with things on her desk making her fidget. After that day he started going around her more often. The two becoming more acquainted some could say friends. When he'd come back from an assignment and she'd still be working in the early hours it would make him smile to himself before he starts his playful banter. She would call him annoying or scoff and laugh when he said or did something to mess with her but deep down she enjoyed it so and would give her butterfly's.

One night after another random wet dream about him she noticed someone sitting down in a chair. Making out a hat like figure it was more like a shadow until it cleared and she could make out the red attire. She woke up quick almost instantly. Cheeks burning, underwear soaked, she calmed herself but the memory still stayed. Could it have been just another vivid dream?

Going about her day was difficult. Having to work thinking last night, trying to get work done she cleared her head the best she could and continued to do her job.

"I'm rather hurt." A voice said in her mind.

"What for?" She replied out loud, she would've been freaked out but making out the voice was easy and already knew who it was. He comes out of nowhere but that's the usual for him. Then takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"You've got other priorities on mind, you arent thinking about me like you normally do." Her jaw drops and chokes on her spit making her cough crazy.

"What are you t-talking about?!" She laughs nervously waving her hand off. "That's crazy! I need to g-get back to work."

"Believe me, I know crazy. You're lying and I can tell."

"How can you tell?" She leans in a little

"You just told me." he chuckles with a grin making the womans ears redden.

"Also I may have seen what you're thinking from time to time. Don't get mad though, I do it to almost anyone I walk past but your thoughts are different, really different." He laughs again, she thinks if anyone would care if the floor swallowed her at this very moment.

"You look so innocent and cute yet you have lewd day dreams, and about me too."

"I- I'm sorry I won't-" She doesn't know how to react. Embarrassed, Angry, maybe even flustered, here he was saying all of this nonchalantly.

"I'm not saying that I hated it. Actually what I wanted really to tell you is you're unknowingly dreaming visions they're really premonitions. You have a gift to look into the future." Her head spins and he smiles admiring her flustered state.

"Wait?! Then are you saying that me and you..."

He nods and she searches his eyes, they almost seemed hungry for something but not blood.

"Exactly assistant, but it's hardly a surprise for me. I've been admiring you from the shadows,,admiring your curves when you're not noticing."

"Alucard!" She says putting her hands over her chest.

"So what do think, assistant?" He smirks.

"What do you mean?" her hearts races

"Do you want me to make your dreams come true?"

She bites her soft lip as her brain wraps around the hole situation and her legs press together trying to stop the need inbetween them. Only nodding she gets up and sits on his lap, her legs moving on their own at this point. His chuckle rumbles through his chest and she looks away blushing. Fingers grab her chin to make her face him and he leans down to kiss her.

"Mhmm...." she tries to match his kissing, the kiss started experimental, with firm but soft kisses then ended heated with tongues exploring eachother feverishly. When they pull away she realizes the hand on her ass and the one and her thigh, both getting a feel of her and griping softly. Her hand slides down to his and lifts up the big hand to her heavy breast and he gropes it willingly.

"Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"Yes." she breathes out

He picks her up effortlessly and sits her down on the desk. "If we continue then your chances of becoming a ghoul are very high then, I would never let that happen but It's still a risk."

"Then...then bite me, make me yours in all ways, Alucard." She grazes her neck softly, her hand slides down and unbuttons the strained buttons revealing her chest and laced bra.

His eyes widen "You'd be willing to become a vampire just to be with me?, do you know what that would mean for you. Once you choose to walk the night you can never go back again. "

"Yes, I know this is what I want, I-I could possibly do more for Hellsing too." He comes down to catch her lips roughly but not enough to hurt her only for her whimper. Making his way down to her neck then to her breast, but before he can bite down on the plump skin there's a intercom call from the phone.

"Mrs.(L/n) the round table conference is about to start and I need you to deliver the chip that we've recovered.

It's Integra herself calling, ignoring her would be a death sentence and an ear full. Before she even turned around back to Alucard he was gone. That was until she heard a voice echo into her head.

"Go. We'll catch up later, you wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

She nods to herself as she scrambles to get it and head over after wards she heads back to her office and finishes up a stack of papers Integra wanted done. Eveything going according to schedule until she hears a commotion coming from outside the door and a few rumbles hear and there. She's turns the knob to be met with Hellsing soliders rushing toward the direction of the noise.

What could it be? She thinks to herself as she follows behind quickly. The noise grows louder, gunshots fire and yelling is apparent, when the sight infront of her comes to view horror fills her body from head to toe.

"Oh...my God!" Panic fills her has they fight ghouls, forcing their way in, leaving a wake of death and destruction.

She runs back but she hears ghouls approaching from there. She dives into another room and slams it shut. Her mind races with all sorts of questions and how this could be happening. Seconds later a stray bullet breaks through getting into her side and she winces in pain clutching her side. Hearing them getting closer knowing soon enough they would charge in, She looks around then up to the vents. Making a stack she reaches it in a nick of time before the sound of cracking wood fills the room and ghouls rush in.

"W-What the hell do I do now?!" She looks throw the slotted holes and continues in the dark metal maze of tunnels. As she goes through gunfire and manic laughter fills the vents.

"I have no idea where I'm even going!" As shes hears voices aside from the killing she makes her way there but falls through before she can make it. Not seeing the rusted bolts in the dark finally giving out and she falls through. The wind gets knocked out of her.

"Who the hell is this bitch?!" His laugh burning into her head. "I can have some real fun with this one. I'll have you screaming in more ways than one!" Dread seeps through her but before she can respond Walter comes into view.

"Are you alright Ms. (Y/n), it looks like you've been injured you need to be checked immediately."

"W-Walter I-" before she knew it she felt deathly cold and hot at the same time. The events that unfold before her start to blacken and she passes out.

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Part Two 😊

[celosiaa]

hi friend!!! PLEASE keep in mind there is NO RUSH or ANY REQUIREMENT TO WRITE THIS IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING I'M JUST GIVING PROMPT BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU FEEL LIKE WRITING AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! what about canon-era POTS Jon? infections can cause really bad POTS flares (my understanding is that it lowers your BP). it could be after any of his many injuries, but even just a cold can mess with it. and ONLY IF YOU FEEL BORED AND UP TO WRITING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

hello my dear!!!! you are going THROUGH IT right now!!!! I love you very very much and I hope that this fic will make your day a little brighter <3

So have a little Jon with the flu and a POTS flare up! And friends who love him!

CW nausea, fainting

This was a mistake.

Jon knows it, his body knows it—the entire train car probably knows it too. It’s barely a ten minute’s ride from his flat to the Institute, but it might as well have been an hour trapped in a boiler room for all he can tell. Suffocating, you’re suffocating—is the only message his brain will send him, as he sits squeezed in between two very unfortunate passengers on this snowy Monday morning, trying very hard both not to cough and to stop himself from tearing off his coat and scarf this instant.

Being ill always hits him hard—far harder than it has any right to; harder than he is willing to acknowledge, really—as it always seems to trigger his POTS in the most frustrating of ways. Last time he’d been ill, truly ill, Tim may have paid the price for his stubbornness more than he had himself. What with him refusing to do anything to look after himself, being caught by surprise by a fainting spell, and ending up dragging Tim to the A&E with him to be treated for a nasty head wound. This time around, he has actually taken several precautions, with his compression stockings on, a water bottle, and TENS unit in his bag, just in case the muscle aches from whatever hell bug he’s managed to catch compound the pain from his EDS.

Tim ought to be proud.

Mouth twisting in a smile in spite of himself, Jon resists the urge to bolt out of the train car as soon as the stop is announced, forcing himself instead to stand slowly and carefully before exiting.

—

As luck would have it, the lift had been broken down, forcing Jon to climb the flight of stairs up to the street. Legs nearly giving out on him before he could half-sit, mostly collapse onto the bench at the top, his chest heaves as he tries to convince his body not to faint. With somewhat limited success.

So long as the fading in and out of his vision is not followed by a lapse in awareness, he’ll be alright.

Suffocating suffocating

Whether rational or not, Jon has to pull of his coat and scarf right now, or he’s sure his brain will short out on him completely. He tears at it all as quickly as possible, fingers shaking over the large buttons of his peacoat. Anything to relieve the pressure on his chest, whether brought on by POTS or his congestion, he’s soon to find out. Preferably, he’d like to slow down his breathing a bit before coughing again, but there’s very little he can do to control that—and buries it all in the folds of his scarf, hoping to avoid as many stares from passers-by as possible.

The lightheadedness only bangs against his eyes again as the fit continues, forcing him to fold his legs beneath himself and bend forward in an effort to breathe, breathe. Surely it hadn’t been so bad this morning when he had stepped out of the door—he had been quite certain of his ability to control it enough to get by, and hopefully without raising the alarm about his health throughout the archives. By the sound of it, though, he just hadn’t been getting deep enough breaths to force it all out, as the crackling depth of it alarms even him.

All the same, after a few minutes of breathing deeply with marginally-clearer lungs, he feels finally able to look up again—even shuddering against the soft padding of snowflakes against his shoulders and greying hair, rather than panicking about being boiled alive by his own jacket.

He’ll take what improvement he can get.

Steeling himself to walk the block down to the Institute, Jon pulls up his compression stockings from where they had slipped a bit and pushes on.

—

“So I’m sitting there, right? I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties…”

“You were NOT!” Sasha bellows at Tim, struggling to raise her voice over the sound of Martin’s cackling. “Don’t encourage him, Martin, he always puts this in his fucking stories.”

“HEY! It’s true!! It could have happened more than once, you know.”

“God I hate you so much,” she shouts, sending both Martin and Tim for another round of uncontrollable laughter.

It’s the perfect opportunity for Jon—who exits the lift as quickly as he can, heading for his office with the all the single-mindedness of a particularly winded and dizzy man. Perfect, because no one saw him beyond a shadow darkening the doorstep. No one to raise the alarm as he sinks into his chair, trembling at the exertion of making the journey from the lobby to the basement.

Burying his face in his hands, he sniffs back against the congestion plaguing him, adjusts his position to take pressure off his throbbing legs, and tries to collect his scattered thoughts enough to get to work.

—

Spinning, spinning, spinning are the walls of his office around him, worsening with every cough he stifles into the sleeves of his cardigan. After the initial recovery period when he had finally been able to sit in his office, chest aching with exertion, he had truly felt alright for those first couple of hours—even finding himself able to get lost in statements for a while, barely noticing an hour tick by, two, three. Until his vision started to go out again, and he found himself leaning aching elbows on aching knees, feeling the nausea that had caused him to lose his breakfast that morning rise up again in his throat.

Please, not now. Please.

He’s got to get something in him, knows it would help to at least keep something with salt down, if he can manage it. Regretfully, the only way to stop the dizziness is sure to worsen it first—as his emergency Gatorade supply happens to be in the break room refrigerator.

Text Tim, the rational part of his mind supplies at once, the sound advice on it falling on entirely deaf ears.

Can manage this myself.

I put it there, I can go get it.

Wishing more than anything he had brought his walker, he moves slowly, ever so slow and careful to standing—and stars explode in his vision at once, driving him right back down to the chair again, head between his knees and panting.

Damn it damn it damn it

Calm, just—

Calm down.

Heart pounding in double time to the ticking of the clock on the wall, Jon does everything he can to slow it down, slow it down, ease the stabbing pain of his overworked heart in his chest with the deepest breaths he can manage. It’s not enough, can’t see, can’t breathe—

No no no—

—

Thud.

The sound drives Tim into Jon’s office at once, not for the first time—though never with any less worry or concern. Even knowing what happened, that Jon was almost certainly fine, would never truly take away the way his stomach clenches every time this happens, every time he sees Jon hit the ground, even if he’s able to catch him on the way. And today was especially worrying, with the damp coughing he had heard slipping beneath the office door since this morning.

Please be okay please be okay—

“Jon?” he calls gently, swinging the door open to find him on the ground, rolling onto his back with a groan. “Did you faint?”

“I—yeah,” he replies, more vague-sounding than Tim would like, rubbing the back of his head as he starts to sit up.

Not good.

“You hit your head?” Tim asks as he kneels next to him, already reaching forward to card through Jon’s hair, looking for any sign of swelling or bleeding.

“I don’t—not badly, if I—oh,” he trails off at once, eyes beginning to flutter.

“Alright, easy, now,” Tim mutters, supporting Jon’s head as he shifts back to lying flat again, eyes clenched again the returning dizziness. “It’s really bad today, huh? And you’re ill too.”

In response, all Jon will give is a sigh, draping an arm over his mouth as it turns into a cough, before placing it over his eyes. Something twinges in Tim’s chest at the sight—knowing how much Jon hates this, hates anyone fussing over him even more—and squeezes gently above his knee in acknowledgement.

“What can I do? Anything?”

Still nothing verbal from him for a few seconds—seconds Tim is willing to wait as Jon sorts through both his own unwillingness to ask for help, as well as through his own likely-scattered thoughts. It had taken a lot for Jon to tell him about his POTS in the first place—in fact, that trust had not been built until Tim had to take him to A&E after a particularly bad fall. Now that he thinks of it, Jon had been ill then too—and even grouchier than his current persona of “Boss-man.”

“Was trying to—ugh,” starts, cutting off for a moment to clutch at his stomach, against what is most likely rising nausea. “Was trying to get—get some Gatorade.”

“That’s what all this is about? Getting your nasty-ass purple Gatorade?”

When Jon huffs out a little laugh with a smile, Tim feels very much pumping his fist in the air for joy—but refrains, if only for Jon’s sake.

“Tastes good. Don’t know what you’re missing.”

And a joke?

Should I call an ambulance?

“Tastes like purple,” Tim replies, letting a smile filter heavily into his own expression now. “I don’t mess with shit that tastes like a color.”

A sharp gasp from behind alerts him to Martin’s presence in the doorway.

“Oh Jon, what happened? Are you alright?” he asks, with such deep concern that Jon immediately buries his face in his hands and groans.

“Just fainted, is all,” Tim says at once, waving a sharp hand by his throat to cut off his well-meaning sympathy.

“Right,” he replies with raised eyebrows, carefully schooling his expression in a way that Tim very much appreciates. “Right. Anything I can do?”

“Could grab him some Gatorade from the fridge, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“On it,” he nods at once, and sets off.

Just then, Jon starts up coughing again, so harsh and damp it sets Tim’s teeth on edge.

“That sounds rough, Jon,” he grimaces, reaching up to his desk to grab tissues from atop it and set them on the floor.

“It’s—fine,” comes the reply, of course, accented in between by a hitching at the back of his throat that drives him upwards to sitting.

“Right. Sure,” Tim mutters, rolling his eyes as he braces Jon, whose harsh coughing bends him double with effort.

When he begins to sway a bit, eyes fluttering again—Tim is already to prepared to push his head gently forward and between his knees.

“Easy, easy.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ve got you.”

The shaking beneath Tim’s hands is not altogether a rarity after a bad faint, but something tells him there might be another cause this time. A fever, namely.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” he asks, after waiting for Jon’s breathing to come a bit back under control.

“Didn’t—don’t. Don’t feel well,” he whispers, bending even further forward, enough to have Tim reaching for the bin, just in case.

“Alright, that’s alright,” he whispers in response, feeling powerless to do anything but sit and rub his back.

“Tried,” he starts up again after a moment, altogether shocking an unsuspecting Tim with his verbosity.

“Tried? Tried what?”

“Tried to be careful,” he clarifies, coughing once more into his elbow, and letting it double him back down. “Promise, I—heh—tried. Thought I was fine.”

“I know, Jon,” Tim assures at once, rubbing at his back once again against the trembling, wishing it was doing anything to really help him. “I know, alright? Just save your breath. It’s not your fault.”

Thankfully, by the time Martin reappears with the Gatorade, he’s quite a bit steadier, after the coughing fit has reached it’s end. Much to Tim’s surprise, he even offers Martin a small smile as he cast a long shadow through the office, blocking out the fluorescent light of the hall behind him.

“Alright, time for electrolytes!” Tim cheers, as Martin opens the lid to the bottle before handing it to Jon, who begins sipping at it cautiously.

“You’re shaking—are you cold?” Martin asks, already removing his cardigan and kneeling to place it over Jon’s trembling shoulders.

“No,” he snaps sharply, pushing off the cardigan and shifting around, preparing himself to stand. “I’m alright, just—”

“Hang on, hang on,” Tim soothes, pressing back against Jon’s chest as gently as possible to stop his movement. “Just—hold on a second, alright? Let me get the cot set up in here before you try that.”

“Tim—”

“I know, I know, perish the thought. I get it.”

“You don’t—”

“BUT! But,” he cuts in loudly, holding up a hand to shush him. “You shouldn’t even be here, Jon. You’ve probably got the flu, or something, judging by whatever—whatever is clearly going on here. So please. Just have a lie down for, like, an hour. That’s all I’m asking.”

All I’m brave enough to ask, really.

Another pause, during which it’s Tim’s turn for his heart to pound, watching Jon try to formulate an argument against him with furrowed brows.

And then—everything that had been hunched and furrowed goes slack, as Jon starts to sway dizzily again.

“Oh—oh, Jon,” Martin gasps nervously, helping him slowly lower back to lying on the ground.

“M’fine, fine,” he assures, words slurring a bit as Martin checks his forehead for fever—and if the meaningful glance he gives Tim is anything to go by, he can be pretty certain of Martin’s findings.

“Right. Cot. I’m going to get it, and I’ll be back,” he says firmly, glancing back one more time to find Martin carefully placing his cardigan beneath Jon’s head.

Of course, Tim knows there is still a good deal of fighting to do on the “force Jonathan Sims to take care of himself” front, but this will do.

This will have to do for now.

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Sick Day

Pairing - Eddie Kaspbrak x reader

Word Count - 2,888

A/N - definitely not one of my longest pieces of work, but I honestly love the length for this request :) Eddie is one of my favs and I just love him so much so I loved writing this! if anyone else has a request, please go ahead and send it in! I am accepting Christmas requests right now seeing as Christmas is so soon so if you want something written just let me know!

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Request- Oooh could you write an Eddie Fic where he takes care of a sick Reader? He fusses over her so much and it’s super adorable :’)) Thank you!! @purplelittlepup

"Tilt-A-Whirl is by far the best ride that's going to be there."

"No fucking way! That ride is for pussies. The Zipper is the best!"

"No, the Tilt-A-Whirl!"

"The Zipper!"

Y/N rolled her eyes as she listened to her boyfriend Eddie Kaspbrak argue with their best friend Richie Tozier about which carnival ride was the best. The Losers had all spent the night at the arcade and had just went there separate ways, so Y/N was the only one there to hear the two's bickering on their walk home.

With the carnival coming to Derry and it's first official day being tomorrow, the carnival was all the Losers could talk about. They had been planning on going to the carnival since it left the previous year, but now that it was here, Richie and Eddie were arguing over which ride they should go on first.

"Guys, the rides are all great," Y/N sighed before she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a small sneeze.

"Bless you," Eddie said almost automatically before looking down at his girlfriend. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and held her close as he said, "Come on, Y/N. Don't you think the Tilt-A-Whirl is the best?"

"Woah! No fucking way, Eddie Spaghetti! Y/N's opinion doesn't count because she's just going to agree with you because you two are dating," Richie frowned.

"I don't know. I have to agree with Richie on this one. The Zipper is pretty fun," Y/N admitted before sneezing again.

"Bless you," Eddie and Richie said before Eddie pouted and Richie laughed in his face.

"Never mind! Y/N's opinion does matter," Richie smiled earning a whack in the arm from Y/N.

Y/N glanced at her boyfriend who was still pouting and she chuckled before leaning up and pressing a kiss to the boy's cheek, the action making Eddie blush and smile almost instantly before he pulled her closer to him by the neck for a small hug.

Y/N shivered slightly from the cool breeze and Eddie frowned before instantly taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the girl. Neither of them had time to say anything before Richie fake gagged making the couple glare at him.

The two rolled their eyes and smirked at each other before Eddie pulled Y/N close and gave her a quick kiss. "My eyes!" Richie cried out in disgust before he gagged again.

The couple pulled away with a laugh before Y/N sneezed again. The boys went to say 'bless you,' but didn't get a chance to before Y/N was sneezing again.

Once she stopped with her sneezing fit, Richie let out a laugh and said, "Well fucking bless you." Y/N chuckled at that and rolled her eyes at the boy before glancing over at Eddie who was looking at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern, not liking that Y/N had been sneezing a lot for the past couple of minutes.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just allergies," Y/N assured him despite feeling the pressure that was building up in her face and the small ache in the back of her head. Eddie clearly didn't like the answer and went to question her more, but Y/N could already see her house not too far away from them. "Here's where we part ways, boys. I'll see you two tomorrow, okay?"

"See ya, loser," Richie joked before Y/N and him fist bumped. "Don't miss me too much."

Y/N put a hand to her chest in fake agony before saying, "I will try my best." This caused the two to chuckle before Y/N reached out and ruffled Richie's hair. The boy quickly went to fix it, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love it when Y/N did that.

Y/N turned her attention to Eddie who was still looking at her in worry. "I'm fine, Eddie," she whispered before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Eddie hummed in response before wrapping his arms around Y/N and giving her a big bear hug. Y/N smiled and hugged him back tightly before pulling away to sneeze again.

Y/N pulled Eddie's jacket closer to her body before smiling at the boys and beginning to walk away. "Bye, guys!" she called out while Eddie stared worriedly after her.

Richie looked to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder before shaking him slightly. "She's fine, man. Just some allergies like she said," Richie told him.

"Yeah," Eddie muttered as he stuck his hands in his pocket and began to walk the rest of the way home with Richie. "Just some allergies."

So why did he have a feeling it was more than that?

- - -

"Where is she?" Eddie asked, his face scrunched up in concern as he nervously bit his lip. He snuck a glance at his watch before frowning and looking to the Losers. "Y/N's never late to anything."

"I'm sure she's fine, Eddie," Mike spoke up.

"Mike's right. She might have lost track of the time," Beverly suggested while her and the rest of the Losers tied their bikes up on the bike rack at the carnival.

The lights and sounds of laughter had stolen Richie's attention and the moment his stomach growled from having smelled all the different foods was the moment he grew impatient. "I don't know where the hell she is, but if she doesn't get here soon I'm going in without her," Richie said practically bouncing on his feet.

"No, you're not," Eddie said with a pointed look towards his friend. Richie huffed in frustration and went to argue, but Bill was quick to stop the argument before it even began.

"Th-Th-There she is," Bill spoke up, pointing behind Eddie. The Losers all turned to look and Eddie sighed with relief at the sight of Y/N trudging towards them with her bike by her side.

Eddie felt his heart flutter at the sight of her wearing his jacket and he had started to blush, but when he got a better look at his girlfriend, he paled. She had dark bags under her eyes, a red nose, as white as a piece of paper, and her eyes were fluttering open she close like she was struggling to stay awake. She looked like she felt awful.

"I knew it wasn't just allergies," Eddie muttered under his breath before he began to take big strides towards the girl.

"Fuck, Y/N. Took you long enough!" Richie complained, none of the other Losers having noticed the young girl's state.

“Richie,” Ben hissed, already feeling bad for the girl.

"Sorry," Y/N croaked, her voice sounding as if she had to strain to use it. She sneezed before looking over at her friends, all of their faces turning into looks of concern when they saw her.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Stan questioned, his head tilted curiously as he looked to the girl who was now being bombarded by Eddie who had taken her bike from her hands to put it on the bike rack.

"I'm fine," Y/N assured them, but they knew better than to believe her when she both looked and sounded like she didn't feel good.

Eddie was by the girl's side in an instant, a frown on his face as he gently reached out and placed a hand on her arm. "Honey," he whispered, "I think it would be best if you go home. We know what you're saying is bullshit and that you don't feel good. You need the rest."

Y/N frowned and reached out to shake Eddie's arm slightly, whining out, "But we've been waiting on this for forever, Eddie."

Eddie sighed and moved his hand down to latch onto her own before giving it a small squeeze. “I know, darling, but you need the rest,” he whispered so that only she could hear. Y/N frowned, but didn’t respond so Eddie took that as a sign of acceptance.

Turning to the group, Eddie found that Bill was already giving him a knowing smile. Eddie returned the smile before saying, “I’m going to take Y/N home. Bill, do you mind-?”

“No, yeah, I’ll dr-dr-drop her bike off on the w-w-way home,” Bill assured him with a nod.

“Thank you,” Eddie said before his eyes flickered over his friends. “You guys have fun tonight, okay? Maybe we can come again when Y/N’s feeling up to it.”

“Of course,” Stan said.

“Definitely,” Ben agreed, the boy smiling sympathetically towards the sick girl who had moved close enough to Eddie that she could lie against him if she wanted to.

It was like she was holding back though and Eddie felt his heart warm slightly when he realized she was only holding back from touching him because she knew how much he hated germs. Usually Eddie would die if someone so much as coughed in his direction, but with Y/N, he never seemed to care about germs or getting sick.

So he didn’t even hesitate to wrap an arm around her and pull the girl close, the action causing Y/N to sink into his side almost instantly. She wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her face into his side while Eddie lovingly rubbed a hand up and down her back before he looked back at the Losers.

Beverly was holding a hand over her heart because of how cute the two were while the others, minus Richie who looked bored, all smiled at the couple. Eddie’s eyes flickered over to his best friend and he gave the boy a look before saying, “Richie.”

Richie’s gaze slowly fell upon Eddie who gave him a small smile. “Go on the Tilt-A-Whirl for me, would ya?” Eddie asked, knowing that Richie was upset that both him and Y/N wouldn’t be joining the boy for the night but not showing it.

That made Richie crack a smile and he nodded slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Just for you though, Eds. Now you get Y/N home, okay? I can’t have my arcade partner missing out on too much,” Richie said before his eyes flickered over to the girl. “You get some rest, Y/N, okay? And don’t worry, Eddie will take care of you.”

Y/N smiled softly at that and her grip tightened on Eddie ever so slightly as she whispered, “Thanks, Rich. You guys have fun.”

A chorus of ‘we will’ and ‘hope you feel better’ followed the couple as they slowly began to walk away from the group and over to Eddie’s bike.

Eddie got on first before glancing back and watching cautiously as Y/N slowly got in behind him. Her arms instantly wrapped around his waist and she leaned her head against his back, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzled into the boy. Eddie could feel the heat radiating off of Y/N and through his shirt which made him frown before he quickly took off on his bike, heading towards Y/N’s house.

Y/N’s parents were out of town or they wouldn’t have let Y/N even leave the house in the state she was in. So that meant Eddie would have to take care of her for the night, not that he minded.

The whole ride home consisted of Eddie thinking of excuses to tell his mother while he tried his best to keep Y/N up on the bike. Every time she started to fall asleep, Eddie would have to wake her up and it broke his heart despite her reassurance that it was fine.

The couple finally managed to get to Y/N’s house and Eddie was quick to toss his bike onto the ground before hurrying the girl into the house, wanting nothing more than to get her inside. Eddie silently led Y/N to her room and left her to get changed into some comfortable clothes while he went downstairs to make her some of his ‘healing’ soup as he liked to call it.

By the time Eddie had returned with a bowl of soup in hand, Y/N had changed into one of his shirts he had left at her house and some shorts. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, finding her just as beautiful as ever even if she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent.

Eddie slowly crept across the room before setting the soup on her nightstand and sitting down in the side of the bed. The dip in the bed had Y/N slowly blinking her eyes opened and she smiled ever so slightly at the sight of her boyfriend before closing her eyes once again.

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me,” Y/N muttered, her smile slowly turning into a frown. “I know how much you wanted to go to the carnival.”

“I don’t have to take care of you. I get to take care of you. I want to take care of you. Besides, I wouldn’t have any fun if you weren’t there with me,” Eddie assured her as he reached up to brush some of the hair from her face.

Y/N smiled softly at that before relaxing under Eddie’s touch, not noticing the way his smile dropped as soon as he felt her burning hot skin. “Shit, Y/N. You’re burning up. Do you know what this means?” Eddie questioned, his voice raising in a panic as he stood up and began to pace the room.

“That I’ve got a fever?” Y/N questioned as she sat up and began to eat some of the soup Eddie had brought her.

“Exactly! So we’ll need to break that as quick as we can. You’ll need some cold compresses and possibly some ibuprofen. Oh, and you’ll need lots of water to replenish your body and-“ Eddie began to ramble.

“Eddie,” Y/N sighed, her soft voice being enough to make the boy freeze in his tracks. His eyes flickered over to look at her and she set the half eaten soup on her nightstand before saying, “I just want to sleep. I promise I’ll feel better when I wake up.”

Eddie sighed, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as he realized he had about gone into his freak out mode. Knowing that sleep was probably the best solution for the girl, Eddie nodded his head in agreement, “Fine, but I’m at least giving you some ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” Y/N sighed before watching as Eddie quickly disappeared from her room only to return with some ibuprofen and water a minute later. She downed the pill as quick as possible and took a few extra gulps of water to appease Eddie before lying back down in her bed.

She had just started to close her eyes when she felt the bed start to dip down behind her. Y/N glanced over her shoulders, her sick eyes widening as she noticed Eddie getting into the bed with her. “But, Eddie, you’ll get sick,” she whispered worriedly, knowing how much the boy hated being sick and how fussy his mother would get.

“I know,” Eddie said, a loving smile on his face. “But frankly, Y/N, I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is hold my sick girlfriend and help her feel better. A few germs are worth it if I get to hold the girl that I love.”

Y/N smiled at that and Eddie took that as a sign that he could lie down beside her. He carefully laid down beside her before wrapping his arm around the girl, chuckling as he watched her flip around so that she could nuzzle her face into his chest, her hand balled up into a fist around his shirt.

“Eddie?” Y/N whispered as she nuzzled closer to him, loving the warmth and love that seemed to be radiating from the boy.

Eddie hummed softly in response as he moved a hand up and began to gently play with the girl’s hair, the action making her sigh in content as she felt herself growing drowsy.

Letting out a small yawn, Y/N whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

Eddie smiled again that and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, darling,” he whispered back as he held her a little closer of his body, tucking her head underneath his chin and rubbing a hand up and down her back as her breathing slowed down.

Y/N never felt more loved and comforted than she did in that moment. How she had ended up lucky enough to have Eddie Kaspbrak return the crush that she had on him for years was still a mind blower to her. And she wouldn’t trade moments like this with the boy she loved for anything in the world.

“You sure you don’t want anything else? Maybe some more water? A cold compress?”

“Eddie.”

“Right. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too, you idiot. I love you too.”

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Okay, I'm in Izanayuki hell *again* (thanks, Jen :D), sooooo: Izanayuki/Cinderella AU: There's some party in Clarines where Izana should "find" Haki with the glass shoe (for she's his princess), but to get to her he offers the shoe to other girls first (to prove it fits only Haki) but (*gasp!*) accidentally it fits Shirayuki .>

Itis said that Wilant Castle was born before time, before man, from the earthitself. That the very first gods to claim this land as their own cut through snow then mud then ice to midwife it from the mountains that lay beneath. It was, if you were to ask those whose blood draws from the rivers of the North, a holy place. That as long as the onewho sits upon its ancient throne was good and just, the country would benefit;would thrive.

He never gave much credence to the old stories.

Hisfather did, though. And had spat upon it. That, Izana remembers vividly. His mothers nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders and he, as a child, had not understood how her face could be so calm when her body pressed against his spine trembled so violently. 

Scholars, the King had growled, eyeing the crest of Knowledge that hung high upon the wall. They are no better than traitors in training.

At the time, he had been frightened. Been scared. Like all children are in the face of something more powerful than themselves. But he wanted so dearly to please his father, to be deserving of his time.

Izana yanked his arms from his mothers grasp, past her pained gasp, scampering up to his fathers side, and-

That’s my boy. A heavy hand rested upon his head - everything about him was always so heavy - ruffling hair as Izana cleaned the spittle from his chin with his sleeve. Pay witness to this, my Queen. A once and future King of Clarines stand before you.

Even now, the memory stings from the warmth it stirs in his heart. He had been… so happy. So proud. Felt so worthy-

Only for his father to fade once again. To disappear. Off to battle, Lord Haruka always told him. Off to war. And until his 13th summer, whenever a lazy moment would allow recollection, Izana would think upon the memory and dismiss it as no more than a dream. A fantastical nightmare that could be left in the ashes of slumber.

Until it wasn’t.

Cold sweat dampened his collar and steel flashed before his eyes. A blow landed and the wood in his hand rattled like his teeth, like his own spinning brain. 

Elitists. That’s what they are, King Kain said over the sound of his pounding heart, and he pulled back, circled, picked the next weakness to exploit. They think they’re learned, but they are nothing but innocent babes. What could they possibly know of war and peace locked up in their libraries and laboratories?

How Izana wished his father paid the Northern territories no mind. Each time was worse than the last-

It is best, the King grinned, catching the distraction and taking advantage of it. A fist wrapped itself in his loosened hair, his mothers hair, and held tight, to keep them tightly under one’s thumb.

The nape of Izana’s neck still burns and itches, still remembers the texture of a large hand pressed there and squeezing. Until-

You’re pushing yourself too hard, a far softer voice scolded. Small hands chased his away from the hurt, coolness chasing away the heat with one deft motion. You need to sleep.

For once, the softness in his chest relaid itself on his face. And he smiled. I’ll have plenty of time for that after one of these assassins manages to do their job.

Green, the color of a fresh spring day, flashed in his vision. A brow creased with worry. A mouth set with disapproval. I promised Zen I would take care of you. Don’t make me a liar.

Pain strikes straight through his skull in a thunderclap and he shakes the memory clean. 

What would his dearly departed father have to say about this?

“Arewe going to go in, Your Majesty?”

Izanablinks. Stares at the firelight glowingfrom the castle before him, the dark stone cut with gold, and wonders if there is something to be said of those old stories. If the same gods thatbuilt this place would intervene to keep the Wisteria name from tainting it further.

“Ina moment,” he replies.

Zakurais rarely dour. But between his Southern blood, the wind and the snow masquerading as rain, even he has his limits. “In a moment both of ourseats will be frozen to our saddles,” he grumbles. “We’ll have to be cut from them and how then do you propose that we meetyour lady? With a hole in our trousers?”

Despitehimself, despite the sight of his breath misting in a cloud through rain andsleet, Izana can feel his humor improving. He must be the only one of his partyaffected thus, for his mount shifts irritably beneath his thighs.

“Howis your history, Sir Shidnote?”

The weight of Zakua’s stare is heavy on the back of his head. “Fair enough,” he says, uncertain. “I was raised to be a Lord just the same as any other.”

Castinghim an appraisal from the tail of his eye, Izana smirks. “You and I both knowthat peerage does not equate knowledge.”

Zakuracoughs into his fist. “Fair enough.”

“Myfather always said that the North was cursed,” Izana comments airily, bare fingerswrapping around wet leather. “That, as King, I should never set foot in theselands unless I could avoid it.”

“And your brother?”

“The second born is called the spare for a reason.”

Zakura coughs again, this time it sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “Andyet here we are, your brother safe and in the South and us here, no worse for wear.” 

Alltraces of good nature leave his voice. “Now I know you were sleeping through the meetings.”

Therain falls faster, soaking through his cloak, until he can no longer feel the ache in his chest, the buzz in his brain. All he feels, all that there is, is cold andwet.

“Izana.” Zakura’s voice is rough beneath the steady shower. “Why are we here?”

It’sa good question. A fair one. And if anyone else were to press, if anyone else wereto ask, they may never learn the truth. In fact, Izana himself does not understandwhat brought him to this place.

Savehe does.

“Whyindeed?”

~~ ~

When theypass the great iron gates at last, past mounds of gray snow and melting ice, he throws his reins to a soaked-through page boy whoimmediately whisk his grunting animals to drier housing. The heft of the air loses some of its weight - seems lighter, seems calmer. Maybe the weather would break soon.

Izana ascends the stairs to the grand entry, each step heavier than the last, and the great wooden doors that have withstood raid after raid from enemy and ally alike opens so easily before him. It quickens him. And now that he hasfound his motion again, he cannot stop, remembers that he has never once in hislife needed to stop. It is not meant for him to pause beyond his own will.Rather, it is meant for his people to keep up.

Whenhe steps, backs bow for him. When he bends his knees, a chair appear below hisseat. When he but exists, announcements rattles off of stone walls, echoingchambers by chamber until it is but a distant memory.

Zakuratakes to his shoulder, hand resting too casually at the hilt of his blade. A servant of the house approaches to take his cloak, but Izana shakes his head once in negation. Holdingup a single hand, the butler pauses, lips pressed thin, and there is… something endearing about it. Something that Izana can’t help but view with a smirk at the novelty.

Asmuch as his father hated this place, had sought to change it, Izana had always been… oddly pleased atits continued existence. The servants of these lands hadnot his father’s ghost to beat docility in them like they did in Wistal, and the butlers gazedrops fretfully down to his feet. Izana’s follow. The edges of his cloak are dripping onto the fine Watese carpeting. The shift of his boot rubs in the mud that the road had flung on them.

Makiriwill be incensed. Izana leans back into the chair, wincing at the cold as itpresses firm to his back, and closes his eyes.

Good.This is half his fault anyhow.

Itis only a minute, maybe more, but the whispers begin on the edges of the room.The questions he is not meant to hear. Zakura is oddly silent at his side and,weighted down by his own stillness, Izana opens his mouth, opens his eyes toinquire about Lady Haki, only to discover she is already there. Watching him with preternatural stillness from atop the stairwell.

“Mylady,” he says softly, and even at his most genteel, it sounds loud. Harsh.Overwhelming in the face of her slight frame.

Shetakes a step forward, her eyes boring into him, and in the faint blue winter lights of the windows at her back, she looks ill, looks half dead. Like an omen. Like apromise if he is unable to bring this deal to fruition.

“YourMajesty,” her voice floats down the stairwell to answer his greeting. “I see the negotiations are going well.”

~~ ~

“Isee.” Haki finally says, after some difficulty. “That is… indeed a uniquesituation.”

Thefire splits and spits in the hearth, sparks illuminating the room beforefading once again, and Izana wraps numb fingers around delicate porcelain. Theytingle, pinpricks of pain filling every point of contact. He is certain, beneath his sodden clothes, that the rest of him is made ofnothing more than ice.

“Areyou going to let her be taken?”

Evenhis heart.

Hisbrows push at one another, his tongue oddly lost. “She cannot marry Zen. The slight would mean war.” Of that there is no doubt. “But I am not preparedto surrender her to Sama.”

“They would take the advantage and that would mean war as well.”

It hurts how easy she reads his thoughts. Sees his logic. That he does not need to explain what is plain to his eyes.

Hakihums around the lip of her teacup. “And our bachelor in Tanbarun. How does he fair?”

If he were not so weary, Izana would laugh. The things that he could do - has done - for his country may be unspeakable, but even that is a price too steep to pay on his soul. “Raj is as wellas can be expected.”

Thineyebrows raise in question. “But not enough.”

“Itwould be cruel,” he replies, and it is a challenge not to smile when her expression turns fond. “The throne has seen enough of that these last few generations. I would prefer to minimize it in my rein.”

“Andyou call your brother the idealist.”

Forreasons he cannot fathom nor can his mind articulate, his chest aches. Fillswith a sense of loss for something that was never truly his. “I never said Iwasn’t.”

Haki’sgaze grows weary under his. Flits away. “Why are you here, Your Majesty?”

“Time,”he lies, but it’s not. It’s just not the whole truth. “Time and distance. Tolet the negotiation table cool.”

Hestarts – he starts – when her handalights upon his wrist, as graceful and delicate as a butterfly perch. It takeshim back to his youth, when he was a child in his mother’s gardens. Long beforehe felt even the first whisper of the responsibility he was meant to wield. Longbefore he knew what it meant to be as cold as he feels now.

“Youdid not come here to ask my advice on diplomacy,” she says, not unkindly, just-true, and the image is shattered. Whatever solace she provided gives way, andhe is loaded once more, the weight of his country- of his people and their future- against that of a single waif of a common born girl. 

It is a wonder that he does not give way beneath it.

“Ivalue your opinion.” He does not move, does not dare disturb her lest she take flight. “That is all.”

Itfalls silent. Somewhere down the hall, agrandfather counts the hours. Tells him the precise moment that fate sought to break their pact.

“Youhave to marry her.”

Thereis no regret in her voice, no upset. It’s a simple statement that he knows costsher everything, yet she gives it without pause.

“Igave my word,” he says, so simply. To be your husband. To be your future.

“Izana.”His name is like a shock on her lips, striking every nerve until he is nothing but raw and tender bone. “You know what must be done. You cannot let such an advantage fall intotheir hands.”

“Butthe contract,” he licks his lips, grimaces at the sting, and why, why does this kingdom deem it rightto call him King when at this moment he feels so much a boy? “I have given myword.”

Hakismiles, drawing her hand back to her own. Lips pulling in a bitter line, shesighs. “You know as well as I, Kings do not have the luxury of keepingpromises.”

[moonlight-melts]

Safe and sound

*slides in* Hiiiii! *trips and falls* Wassup?

I figured that writing something like that could actually help me to let the nasty feelings out so here we are-

I'm sorry, I know italics can be hard to read for some people, but bold is hard for me, so... Sorry, I had to use italics. :(

Also written while listening to "Safe And Sound" by Capital Cities because it's one of my childhood songs and now that I can understand the lyrics it's just... Yeahhh the vibes are *chefs kiss*.

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-What the hell is that?!

But my mumbled question got lost in the void. We've never faced a cursed spirit that strong before, and neither of us knew what to do. The curse was much stronger than me, much stronger than Junpei. Stronger than the two of us together. And it was toying with us. Our groans seemed to sound like a delightful staccato to the cursed spirit. I coughed, spitting a few drops of blood. I heard footsteps coming to me, and I lifted my head up as fast as I could, only to meet Junpei's hazel eyes.

-Are you okay?

He asked. I nodded, ignoring the burning ache spreading in my chest. A rib, probably. Suddenly, the curse stopped running around. It looked at us -even if it had no eyes- and seemed almost bored -even if it's non-human face wasn't really expressive. Before we could make a sound, it ran forward. It was so fast that we couldn't do anything. Junpei's presence on my left disappeared instantly, and my neck made a weird sound when I turned around, looking at the mess the curse made, and I almost screamed when I saw it.

Junpei's body, back against the wall, seemed lifeless and the cursed spirit, far from disturbed, looked at me. Anger filled my veins, and I think my brain just stopped recording memories. The second after, I was lightly grabbing Junpei's shoulder with my shaking hand.

-Hey, Jun. Wake up, we gotta get out.

No answer.

-Junpei please, it's not funny. Please wake up.

The deafening silence swallowed my words. I lowered my hand a little, grabbing his wrist, desperately searching for a pulsation... Without success.

-No, no...

Heavy tears started rolling on my cheeks as I felt my throat tightening, burning.

And I woke up in a silent scream.

I looked around in the darkness before grabbing my phone with trembling hands. The thought that calling someone at three in the morning wasn't really appropriate didn't cross my mind as I was looking for his name.

-Please pick up... I muttered. Please...

The familiar beeping when he indeed picked up, and the sound of his sleepy voice made my heart jump.

-What is it? You should be asleep...

-I... I was. I think. Are you okay?

My tone, worried and panting, seemed to alert him.

-I am, you don't seem to be. What's happening, is everything alright?

-Yes. Yes, everything is.

-You're lying.

-I... I had a nightmare. It was pretty horrible, so I just wanted to know if you were alright. That being said, sorry for waking you up.

-I wasn't sleeping, actually, so no worries.

A short silence took place between us, only broken by my still heavy breathing.

-Wanna meet outside? It's not so cold and I think neither of us can sleep right now.

-Yeah, good idea.

He hung up, and I put shoes on before walking to the door of the dorm, only to see that Junpei's familiar figure was already sitting there. I sat down next to him, still a bit uneasy, and a silence full of unsaid things followed.

-I'm scared. I admitted after a few long minutes. I'm scared of dying. Our lives could be blown like candles and it terrifies me.

He didn't say anything for a bit before grabbing my hand.

-I feel the same. I'm scared of death, suffering and I hate it. But you know what?

-Mh, no I don't but I guess you're gonna tell me?

-I know someone... They're incredible. They think they're weak, even if they're not, but not in a physical way. They're a bit weird and loud sometimes but they always try their best to welcome everyone with open arms. I... Junpei blushed, but i could barely see it in the dark. I really feel safe around them.

My heart cracked a little.

-They seem to be incredible. You seem to love them a lot, I'm... I'm glad you know them!

He stared at me for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

-What? I asked. Did I say something wrong?

-You're probably the most oblivious person I've ever met! Berry, the person I'm talking about is you.

-Heh? Me? Uh... Woah... Thank you, that's... That's really cute. I'm sorry, I don't know what to say in these moments.

-Dork.

-Fair enough.

And we laughed. We laughed so much about dumb stuff that we forgot what time, day, year it was. It's only when the sun started to rise that we realized that it was morning, and that we spent all night outside.

-Hey, Junpei?

-Mmh?

-I love you.

[that-phony-person]

Alright this is getting out of hand

I just binge-read @kazliin​‘s Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches for the nth fucking time and just. I am so antsy for the next update i can’t even sit still i can’t get it out of my head because DAAAAAMN. The feels are so real, i can’t even explain it properly without crying like a lost child. I just had to make a music playlist for it.

You can check out the playlist here. Details under the cut! <3

If you haven’t read the fic yet, for the love of all that’s canon, pLEASE READ IT. It’s one of the bestest Yuri on Ice fics out there right now and i love it so much <3

Part 1: Yuuri

Fine on the Outside - Priscilla Ahn

"And so I just sit in my room after hours with the moon, and think of who knows my name..."

"So I left home and I packed and moved far away from my past one day..."

i feel like this captured the feeling of loneliness that Yuuri feels. 

Landfill - Daughter

"This is torturous electricity between both of us. This is dangerous. I want you so much, but I hate your guts. I hate you."

Two words: Hate. Sex.

Hundred - The Fray

"It's hard, I must confess. I'm banking on the rest to clear away. Cause we have spoken everything, everything short of I love you."

"So this is where you are, and this is where I am, somewhere between unsure and a hundred."

Inspired by chapter 12, when Yuuri and Viktor had a talk about the past and why Yuuri hate(d) Viktor. Also Yuuri realizing his feelings for Viktor.

This is Why - Late Night Alumni

"Ever since I remember, I've held it in. Held it all. Somehow, I felt comfortable behind my wall..."

"This is why I don't cry, tears only minimize everything I keep inside."

"If you want me to break down, it would be a sight. But not tonight."

Oh man, this song. I think it paired nicely with Yuuri and his tendency to shut people out because of his anxiety.

I Should Go - Levi Kreis

"I should go before my will gets any weaker and my eyes begin to linger longer than they should. I should go, before I lose my sense of reason and this hour holds more meaning than it ever could."

Inspired by the last scene in chapter 13, when Yuuri left the ice rink after Viktor gave a disastrous performance.

Part 2: Viktor

Nevermind Me - Maria Mena

"What is this game we're playing? Should I stick around for more? Snap your fingers, I'll come running. Leave again when you're bored with me."

"Just tell me how you want me and I'll be naked stumbling, just to get a reaction, any signs of love."

"Bottle up your smile and pour it in a cup. I'll be on my way once I sober up."

Pining Viktor is my jam.

Tomorrow - Daughter

"By tomorrow, I'll be left in the darkness, amongst your cold sheets. And your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me."

I was listening to this when I was reading chapter 8, and just fucking sobbed. I imagine that Viktor was feeling this way when Yuuri left him the morning after their first *cough* encounter *cough*

Bloom - The Paper Kites

"In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through, oh you fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you... Can I be close to you?"

Aaaand this is for the times after Yuuri and Viktor’s first time, when they would share a bed together, and Viktor would just look at Yuuri while he’s asleep cause he’s a sap <3

I Was Wrong - Sleeperstar

"And I saw what it was that I had done to you. I was wrong."

Chapter 13. Viktor was wrong. Nuff said.

Please Don’t Go - Barcelona

"Oh, please don't go. I want you so..."

"If you want me to break down and give you the keys, I can do that but I can't let you leave..."

ANGST. PURE ANGST. Inspired by the final scene in chapter 13 when Viktor made to run towards Yuuri after his terrible FS.

Come Back When You Can - Barcelona

"Come back when you can. Let go, you'll understand. You've done nothing at all to make me love you less. So come back when you can."

I have a headcannon that Viktor will be aching so much to see Yuuri again but then he respects Yuuri’s need for alone time and just waits for Yuuri to come back to him again. This would be his song for Yuuri~

ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL THE NEW UPDATE GOOD LORD