#So it is strange when someone you've spoken directly to 3 times

[drumlincountry]

So one of the WONDERFUL ladies in my writing group took me aside last time we met and said she'd been thinking about me a lot recently. She said she felt her creative self had been in suspended animation for years and years and years while she was working and raising a family. she said that NOW she's had a new lease on life because she's just retired and even tho she's taking care of aging parents and learning piano she's written more than ever before. And that made her think of me because I always say how I wish I had more time to write & she feels bad that none of the group can give me any advice on that because the only thing that helped her was retiring. But that she empathised and wished me well.

So I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hi, I have a scenario request! So Erza has been noticing that the reader has started acting strange around her, stuff like leaving the room whenever she enters, staring at her and immediately turning away when she notices, jumping at the sound of her voice. After she’s had enough she corners them and demands to know what their problem is. With this, they actually confess that they’ve had a crush on her for awhile and have been avoiding her because they think they “don’t have a chance in the world to be with someone as amazing as her”. How does she react to all this? (Sorry if this is too specific, I’m just starving for Erza content)

Of course! This is a little short but if you'd like more or a part two lmk! :)

Masterlist <3

Erza x Reader - No Chance

Erza had simply had enough. She was starting to get really annoyed by you constantly avoiding her. What had she done wrong?... Had she done something to offend you?

You had been avoiding her for about a month now, and she had really started to worry that she had scared you off or something, because every time she had entered the same room as you by coincidence or had joined a conversation that had involved you, you would dart off in the opposite direction.

She had already spoken to Mira about how much it had bothered her, and how she can barely even catch wind of you, let alone apologise for what she might have done. It really had put a damper on her mood, and it had started to affect her during missions. She would be distracted and quiet, and less charismatic and confident. Even Lucy could see that soemething was wrong.

In reality, you were just crushing on the redheaded mage. And badly. She was so sure of herself all of the time and she always knew what to do when the pressure is high. You couldn't help but be attracted to someone so strong and brave and pure of heart, honestly you think that there would be something wrong with anyone who doesn't melt at the very sight of her.

You hadn't realised that she'd had her eye on you too. Her eyes would scan over your form whenever she had the chance to look and she so desperately wanted to talk to you, to see more of your personality, your strength, trying to guage just how you would fair in a battle of wits and resolve.

She'd finally had enough when she had caught you looking dead at her from across the guildhall, with a look of wonder in your eyes, only to snap your head away and take off from the table you were sitting at when Erza had looked back. She furrowed her eyebrows and slammed her hands on the table, the chair behind her scraping against wooden flooring loudly as she got up in persuit of you. You're not getting away this time.

For the first time, she catches up to you, staring you down and forcing you to tear your gaze away as she stops you outside of the guildhall, bombarding you with questions while she looks at you impatiently, her arms crossed as she waits for an answer.

"Why have you been avoiding me? I would like to apologise if I have done something to offend you, but I can't think of anything I've done to deserve the cold shoulder... We've barely spoken and yet you seem to be angry with me."

You were genuinely shocked. You thought that she would have absolutely no interest in talking to you outside of missions and things, so you had completely avoided her in an attempt to stave off a heartbreak and forget the feelings that you have. It wasn't working but you have the right to delude yourself if you wanted to.

So now that she's standing in front of you, asking why you've been avoiding her, you practically melt into the floor. Your cheeks have turned bright red as you have no other option but to look directly into her eyes, and you suddenly find yourself too weak to lie to her.

"I- I'm so sorry, Erza! The truth is that I think I might be in love with you! -I know this is sudden and it's unproffessional, but I can't stop myself from feeling the way I do- so I've been avoiding you because I could never live up to the standard of your ideal suiter. Someone like me could never- would never have the chance of being good enough for you-..."

At some point you had averted your gaze to the ground, too ashamed to face the one you had grown to fall in love with, so you're truly surprised when you're met with Erza's soft voice, regarding you with the kind of fondness that she saves for close friends. It has your heart thumping in your chest and your stomach turning as she speaks.

"... Idiot... You could've at least told me that you liked me. This would've been much easier then. I truly don't know why you think so low of yourself when I think the world of you... Maybe we should talk more over something to eat..."

Did you just hear that correctly? Is she asking you on a date?!

Maybe you aren't as hopeless as you thought you were...

[crescent-yoon]

only in my lucid dreams

part 5

"i don't believe you." the driver scoffed as he turned around in his seat to face me. "you really expect us to believe that you don't know where your mother or the money is? then how is it that you afford to go to Saebom High School in that uniform of yours, huh?"

i could hear the impatience in his voice as it was slowly but surely escalating.

"i can't help but say it again but i don't know where my mother put or has possibly spent that money and all i know is that she's not here in Korea."

"just tell us where she is!!" the man in the passenger's seat yelled, causing me to put my hands up to my ears in shock.

"i don't know!! i'm sorry, but i don't know!"

how did i manage to find myself in this situation?

as i thought this to myself, the man in the passenger's seat turned around with something shiny glistening in his hand as the drive kept his eyes on the road. it was a gun.

and just as the gun had cocked, i had woken up.

Seojun pov

Y/N and i were walking home from school as the day was already done with. Gowoon and i were discussing what we should eat for dinner as y/n was lost in thought. we thought of turning to you to settle our argument, i turned and saw that you were gone.

i turned and looked around only to find two men dragging you into a dark looking van and before i knew it, i was yelling at Gowoon to run home and i began to chasing the car.

i felt myself getting farther and farther away from you before i felt myself waking up.

i arose from my bed, sweat matting my hair as i turned to my bedside table to glance at the time.

3 am. thank god, that it was only a dream. but.. what if it does happen?

needing to calm my racing heart, i walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. all my thoughts were racing in my mind and a moments later, there you were. you were walking out of Gowoon's room and into the kitchen. something in you, it seemed like there was fear and there was sadness.

i guess that you hadn't even noticed me because you had bumped directly into my chest, causing me to grab the small of your back and forget that i had that glass in my hand.

"oh! i'm sorry!" your eyes had widened as you began picking up the glass. taking a second to realize what had just happened, i hadn't realized that you had cut yourself on accident because you weren't being careful.

i bent down on your level, gently reaching for the hand you had cut on the glass and took the pieces of the shattered cup you'd collected out of your hand.

"don't worry about it." i softly spoke, glancing between your puppy eyes and bleeding hand. "i'll clean it up. you just go in my room and wait on the bed."

after receiving a soft nod from you in response, i watched you walk into my room and xlose the door.

i let out a soft sigh.

at least you were okay for now.

i grabbed the broom and cleaned up the glass shards from the floor. after i was done, i grabbed the band-aids, ointment, q-tips, and the rubbing alcohol from the hall bathroom and entered my room to see you glancing at your hand.

were you lost in thought or were you just waiting patiently for me? i wondered what went on in your brain at times.

you slowly looked up at me as i walked closer to you and grabbed the hand of yours that wasn't injured.

i walked you into the bathroom in my room and sat you on the toilet as i set the items on the counter.

i grabbed a rag from a shelf in my bathroom and wet it in the sink. then, i gently grabbed your injured hand and began wiping of the blood. you sat there silently as i did so and i wondered if your hands were always this small compared to mine.

"what are you thinking about?" i asked, partially to distract you from the fact that i was about to use the rubbing alcohol and partially because i was curious.

"just.. a nightmare." you looked down, eyes avoiding mine as you winced time to time from the rubbing alcohol.

"a nightmare?" i placed the ointment on your hand and carefully placed the bandage. did you dream the same thing as me?

"mm." you looked at me again as i finally released your hand. "i don't think that i could sleep again after that."

i looked at you as i grabbed your hand once again and walked into my room.

"here." i nodded towards my bed as i gently laid you down under the covers. "you can sleep here for the night and i'll watch over you."

"i can't take your bed." you began to sit up before i pushed you back down onto it.

"just rest." i nodded again before grabbing your okay hand while i sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing circles with my thumb on the back of your hand until you had fallen asleep.

i turned and looked at the clock. 3:30. when i was sure that you were asleep, i quietly tried to remove my hand from yours to go sleep on the couch. as i tried to let go of your hand, you held on tighter.

"stay here, Seojun." you mumbled, i was unsure if you were sleep talking or if you hadn't actually fallen asleep.

"okay." i whispered as i lay on the other side of the bed, drifting off to sleep as i kept your hand in mine.

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i had woken up to the sound of flashing. i had slowly blinked my eyes and saw that you and i were closer than we were when we had fallen asleep. my arm was wrapped around your shoulders as your head had rested on mine. our hands still remained intertwined. your eyes were closed, seemingly content. it was clear that you weren't the source of the flashing. i turned around to look towards the door and sure enough, Gowoon was there as the source of the flashing, taking pictures of us sleeping.

"i was wondering where she went." she smiled as she kept taking pictures. "you two would make a good couple."

"delete it." i groaned, loud enough for Gowoon to hear but not enough to wake you up.

"later." she smiled as she left my room and i knew that she wouldn't but i didn't have the energy for this.

i looked at the clock and saw that it was time for us to start getting ready for school anyways.

"Y/n?" I spoke, voice laced with sleepiness.

i received a "hm?" and you wrapped your arms around the back of my neck, causing me to accidentally move closer and our lips to be too close to touching.

"school! we have school." i yelled out in panic as i had woken you up.

you sat up and looked at my alarm clock. you scratched the back of your neck before mumbling a soft, "i see." and leaving the room to get ready.

as you left to get ready, i wondered if your heart raced as much as mine did.

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Y/n pov

the school day was strange. it began with Gowoon, Seojun, and i walking to school and the whole time we were walking, Seojun kept glancing around us like he was paranoid of something.

Gowoon had even asked him if he was okay and he insisted he was as he kept glancing around suspectingly.

then at lunch, he made Sujin get up from beside me so that he can sit there.

i asked if you were okay but you insisted that you were and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as you continued to glance around.

it really worried me because you didn't eat anything and seemed like you were scared of something. you had made my heart race in concern but also because of the moment you wrapped an arm around me.

what were you so afraid of?

you had even walked me to every class and if you couldn't do that or you were busy with something, you had your friends do it which left me scared that you were doing something bad or were in danger.

i even tried to ditch your friends and go to gym class by myself but instead you even scolded me.

Gowoon had to stay for choir practice so it was just the two of us walking together and again you looked paranoid and it began to annoy me.

"Han Seojun!" i stopped walking and looked at you with annoyance written in my face. "what is wrong with you? all day, you've been looking around like someone is out to get you."

"i'm sorry." you said as you rested your hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "i'm just a bit worried that something bad might happen today. especially to you."

"oh." i said, unsure of what exactly to say to your honesty. "well, i'm okay right now, right?"

it was a statement that was half true. when you had spoken what was truly on your mind, my heart had raced the same way it had earlier.

did yours ever beat like this around me, too?

"i guess you are." you smiled back but i could tell that it was still an unsure one as i grabbed your hand. "so what should we eat today?"

i laughed at the question as we continued walking, thinking of all the things we could eat today as we playfully pushed each other and cracked jokes along the way.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

[criminal-lymindless]

starker ft. the conjuring au 🏠

"Diabolical forces are formidable. These forces are eternal, and they exist today. The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow."

// Part 2 //

During a particular morning, a reporter went to visit them, wanting to ask questions about the notorious room in the house where they kept objects related to the cases they had investigated so far.

Peter was hesitant about it; most of those people used to accuse them of quackery. However, Tony, on the other hand, had decided to give the reporter named Everett Ross a chance, willing to give him the opportunity to know more about their investigations.

Peter decided to stay in the living room while Tony led the man into their secret room, unlocking the door.

"We keep everything locked in here." He explained to the reporter and pushed the door, entering the place. "Feel free to look around. Just don't touch anything. Trust me. You don't want to be touching this stuffs --Unless your that desperate to die, then okay."

"Wow..." Everett looked around, he was clearly amazed by the things he saw there. "This is crazy..." The man commented. “So all these are taken from cases you've investigated?" He turned to look at Tony who nodded positively.

"That's right. Everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice." Tony clarified as he walked between the shelves. "Nothing is a toy." He added and watched Everett crouch down to look at a stuffed animal. "If I were you I wouldn't touch that."

Everett suddenly took a step back once hearing that and stood up, clearing his throat.

"Uh...If I may Mr. Stark, but Isn't it scary or doesn't it worry you to have all these items right in your home?" The reporter questioned.

"That's why a priest comes by once a month to bless the room." Stark explained. "It's safer for these things to stay in here than out there. Who knows what would happen if they did. Probably the end of the work." Tony chuckled a bit. Everett Ross nodded as he listened to Stark.

"So it's like keeping guns off the street then?" He said. "But why not throw everything in an incinerator? Destroy them?" The man asked curiously while taking notes, now standing in front of Tony.

"That would only destroy the vessel." Tony assured him. "Sometimes it's better to keep the genie in the bottle." He winked at him.

The reporter looked around once again after hearing that. He was a bit anxious and when he started talking again, Tony watched him carefully, eyed him up and down. He had an idea on what was making Everett nervous, and the REAL reason why the man came over to visit them.

Which is why he needed to act quick.

Tony clapped his hands together, giving the man a fake smiled as he signal him to follow him. "Already then, if you don't have anymore questions we can finally wrap this shit up--"

"Is the, uh, Annabelle doll here?" Everett interrupted Tony before he could even finished his sentence. The reported looked around for the familiar the doll everyone has talked about.

Shit.

Stark sighed and muttered a few curse words to himself. So much for acting quickly. He reluctantly pointed to another direction, "Right over there. But we don't have time for--" Everett ignored him and walked up to where they kept the doll.

Tony is really starting to consider this interview was a bad idea, and maybe Peter was actually right for once. He walk towards the reporter and the doll, where it was stored in a wood and glass case they had built for it.

Everett looked at the doll for a few moments before turning to look at Tony again. "You said she's a conduit?" He asked and began taking notes again.

Tony only hummed in response. He was getting really tired of this interview and needed to wrap this up already. They couldn't be this close to that doll, even if it was safe on that wooden glass case. Anything is possible.

"But what does that mean?" The reporter turned on his tape recorder this time.

"It means that a very powerful demonic has latched itself onto her." He told Ross as he looked at the doll for a second. Glaring his eyes into her empty one's.

"So when you guys investigate these hauntings, how do you stop them from latching onto you?"

Tony shrugged. "We have to take great precaution." He explained trying to remain calm.

"Is that what happened to Peter then?" The man then questioned.

This cause Tony to snap his neck at him, arching an eyebrow. His mood suddenly changed when he heard that. "...What about him?" Tony frowned. Everett seemed a bit nervous after seeing his reaction. He knew damn well he's stepping into some sensitive stuffs.

'Could be another reason why Ross came over after all.' Tony thought to himself, looking directly at Everett. 'Why would this guy need this information anyway? Couldn't he just fucking read in another newspaper?'

"Well, Father Strange told me that..."

Oh, that little fucker--

"That was different." Tony snapped. Not caring that this was being recorded. No one comes after his baby boy. Not even some fucking priest with some shitty weird name. Fuck Stephen. "What happened to Peter happened during an exorcism. Nothing else."

"And what's the difference?" Everett challenged back.

Tony was about to tell Everett to 'fuck off' and leave because he was being bothered by the intrusive questions, when he heard something coming from behind one of the shelves.

"Excuse me." He murmured before walking towards the place where the sound came from, sighing as he found the familiar face of a little puppy crouched behind the shelf, weaving his little tail.

"Dum-E, what the hell are you doing?" Tony sighed as he looked at the puppy he had adopted with Peter years ago. "You know better than snooping around here, darling? Did you touch anything?" Dum-E only barked in return.

"Alright, come on." Tony took Dum-E into his arms. "You can't go into this room, no matter what, remember?" He said and after making sure Dum-E would stay at the kitchen with Peter where he would watch him, before he went back to where Everett was.

"Alright Everett, listen the fuck up--"

*******

Somewhere else, a Family had just moved to Rhode Island after loosing their Jobs and home. They were both skeptical and dejected with this new change in their lives, however they were stil glad to have found a house at their current state, where they would move in with their five children. Even if the house was actually an dilapidated farmhouse.

The family was know as the Barton's. It included Clint and Laura Barton with their five children, Cooper, Lila, Nathaniel, and the twins Wanda and Pietro. The twins being the oldest and Nathaniel the youngest of the Five.

The Barton's didn't take long to fit in, each kid sharing a comfortable bedroom and the parents managing to keep the expenses with the money they have left while one of them look for a job. It was great. The Kids would go to school, Clint would continue to unpack or fix a bit on the house, Laura would make food while also do a bit of cleaning around, and Nathaniel would run around playing by himself until his siblings return from school.

Things were going incredibly well until unusual situations started happening in the house.

At first, it was just weird sounds that came from different parts of the house in the middle of the night, then, objects began to show up in different places without anyone touching them. Clocks would stop at exactly 3 am in the morning.

Everyone in the house was aware of this, but no one had spoken up about it yet. They all thought that they were probably suffering from mass hysteria because of stress. Which was quite possible.

However, it was not until one accident that made it impossible to ignore the situation. That one accident that made it clear that something was going on, and it was not because of mass hysteria, but something connected to the house and the weird things that were happening so far.

Funny how it happened the night Wanda woke up in the middle of the night after feeling someone grabbing one of her feet.

The be continued...

[broken-hearted-butterfly]

I had a dream where I saw her again. We'd barely said hello to each other when her mother continued pulling her along, preparing to drop her off somewhere, somewhere I hadn't been since I was 12, in this dream I was 17, how old I'd been when I had my last major interactions with her, her mother reminded her that her own mother would be stopping by for a day, we were immediately on the road with no pause and there was someone I'd never met and did not recognize with us, I panicked when I realized I needed my face mask for an indoor crowd

She already had so much going on, and I was never truly accommodated. Merely just tacked on, not added to the machinery as a gear itself but rather thrown between them. I realize now why I'm having such a hard time letting go of this summer's events, this June's specifically, and it combines with the fact that I haven't spoken with her in 3 months. I reached out, only to be met with silence. I accidentally defaulted on a medical bill and she never answered when I asked if she'd seen any mail for me, at her house, there would have been 4 different letters sent and I know she's the only one capable of actually retrieving mail. I'm not about to refer to a doctor at incompetent, but when it's a running joke that you can't even cook an egg and only get the mail when it's an absurd number of name brand shoes or handbags mere inches outside your door, well, it certainly gives an idea.

Her mother never respected my being a trans man. I was told behind her back how, even after explicitly telling her, she thought the act of me using another name was strange. She told me that my abuser wanted me to be kicked out of her house, and confrontation made her feel icky and upset so she would not be capable of defending me. She'd witnessed abuse of her own daughter, and it baffles me, to be in a psychiatry field and to have witnessed it so close to home, to see someone from a family you've known for years flat out say to you "I've been abused and I need help", to bear witness to all of this and proceed to do nothing. I simply don't understand. Uncaring from working so many cases with the suicidal? Could be. The sheer magnitude and gravity of what I'd been grappling with went completely unrealized.

I'd been friends, very close friends, with her daughter for nearly a decade. It couldn't have always been like this. She's notoriously bad at keeping up via text, the most interaction I ever had with her was in high school, when we physically saw each other every day. We barely spoke after beginning college. I thought I'd fallen for her and was encouraged to tell her; rejected as expected, plus I hadn't begun any formal transition process either, so the sexuality elements were scattered across the board. Nearly a year to the date, she got a boyfriend and my heart sank. I almost never heard from her. We saw each other once a year if we were lucky. She saw him every day and he took such a greater priority. "I can't talk to you and eat lunch and hold my boyfriend's hand at the same time". We had a mature conversion about how left out and abandoned I'd been feeling. She ended up deciding they were better off as friends and I felt a wave of relief.

I'd been prepared to move in with her, spend my life with her, because my entire childhood had been so deeply founded on mockery and isolation from others that I got so very attached to someone who actually connected with me in any way, shape, or form. I never knew if she thought about me the way I thought about her, if she ever worried or wondered or planned. I broke out of this mindset when I realized I didn't even know her political beliefs. I'd stressed to her that there are policies that directly affect people like me and choices that can increase general risk for someone who is visibly queer, but she treated it with the same weight as a favorite color. Politics drove me out of my house when they were used as a hateful weapon against me.

Just tacked on. I've since realized that I've consistently put more into this relationship than I've gotten out of it. It couldn't have been like this for the entirety of the rough decade I've known her, right? It couldn't be. Am I lying to myself? Has she always been this way? She was the only friend I had left when I shattered under the weight of my abuse. I don't think it was always like this. It doesn’t take a lot of time to say hello to someone or answer a yes or no question. Not even a holiday wish, where I know she's home, playing games and likely working at her mother's office as well. I know, I know, I know, and yet I choose to not reach out. It just no longer feels worth it. Is it worth it to make a salvage attempt? It doesn’t feel so. I've learned why I haven't been able to let go and move on.