#and fist fighting a god but that's okay/j

[miniximi]

hehe train man has been put in the french realm for his crimes

Guys I got a leaked cutscene from Legends Z-A bro just trust me bro

[madxyy]

Selfish

| pairing : peter x reader

| summary: your boyfriend comes home injured--as usual--late at night and you can't help but want him safe from his life as spider-man

| warnings: fluff, touching wrists (sigh, again), y/n used once, baby used, peter being cute and angsty as usual, reader also being cute, light angst

author's note: i am trying to write angst so bare with me lol

2 am. 

It’s always when you hear that faint knock on your window that makes all your worries wash away in a split second. But not today, no, today was different. You were waiting all night to hear that thud on the firescape or the cries of the window seal being opened. All night you were absorbed in your own anxieties and worries. Your hopes were dreading as time went by. You were getting scared for the local crime fighting hero and you did everything in your power to take your mind off it.

You really did. 

Drawing, watching tv, listening to music, cleaning the room—which was a bad idea as it just bought you a reminder of the boy who has your heart. You would stumble upon Peter's belongings that were scattered around your shared apartment like confetti: his engineering notes, his sweaters, his latest sketch of a brilliant idea he had to improve his spider-man suit. It only made your heart ache even more, longing for his presence and increasing your worries for your vigilante boyfriend. So you would take another route and try binge-watching a new season of a recent tv show you are watching, which would likely just be collecting dust in the column of ‘continue watching.’

Your mind keeps on going back to him. ‘He’s okay. He’s okay.’ You thought to yourself. ‘He’s coming back to me. He’ll be alright. He’s probably on his way right now. It’s just going to be a scratch, hopefully. He's going to be okay, right? Oh god. Oh god.’ 

As much as you love and adore that your boyfriend is helping the city and its people by saving anyone from another lab experiment gone wrong or from a dangling car that’s about to fall off a bridge, you can't help but wonder if he would ever take care of himself. It’s hard seeing him everytime he comes through your window with a new bruise on his keen jawline, a wound on his ribs, a scar on his hip. You couldn’t deal with it anymore. You wish he stopped just for his own safety. You know it’s selfish but is it so wrong to want him safe? Just the thought of turning on the news and seeing J. Jameson reporting: “Breaking News: Our local friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man reported dead by …” 

You want him back with you already, his arms wrapped around you, drowning you into his warm embrace, so distinctly Peter, while he whispers soft and reassuring words that always mend your heart. You long to hear his random facts about science, see his lopsided smile that always welcomes you back into reality whenever you wake up next to him each morning. You yearn for his contagious laugh that makes your heart throb in delight over the euphonious sound. You want to smile at the tics he does when he gets nervous or the way he avoids eye contact and scratches the back of his neck when he is stuck in an awkward situation. You want him to be back so you can smooch the newly embedded scars that are planted all over his body which you love kissing away everyday when he wakes up. You want to see his dimples that adorn his face when he smiles wide enough because he finally got his web shooters to work, followed by a triumph fist bump to the air. You want to see his eyes, oh his eyes: brown, soft, autumnal, brimming with love and warmth, despite the grief and cruelty he has been absorbed in. His scent, a mix of cedarwood and asphalt (due to his high-flying urban adventures). You want to see the way his hair sticks up in the morning whilst the sun gives it a mixture of honey and bronze aura, running your hands through the mused up tufts of hair, which always leads to the corners of his eyes crinkling up as a sleepy, boyish smile tugs up on his rosy lips. 

Selfish. You can’t help it. 

You waited as long as you could; staring at your window for who knows how long. Your eyes were trained on the window for a good while, but you couldn't help it, all this anxiety finally got to you and you were feeling drained and your posture slumps with exhaustion. Your eyes burn from keeping them open, and soon those same eyes start to slowly droop. Blinking back sleepiness proved futile; your head eventually settled onto the cool silk of your pillow. The material greets your cheek, making it easier for you to be welcomed into slumber. 

It was 4 am, yet your worries haven’t gone down at all. Your eyelids started to grow heavier, and darkness gradually enveloped your senses, until you heard a faint knock on your window, piercing the silence. 

Your heart leapt, and you twisted towards the sound. In an instant, sleep was gone.

Not even a second later you heard your window opening—mm the sound of the cries. Your tired, red eyes snapped open. You were met with a disheveled and drained Peter Parker. His hair sticking to the nape of his neck and forehead, sweat giving him a post-shower appearance. A large laceration marred his chest. Oh. Your stomach dropped, eyes widened with horror at the sight of the injury. It looked like he was scratched -- no, clawed by someone or something. With quick motion, you quickly peel away the sheets, disentangling yourself from its soft embrace, and quickly hurrying to his side.

“Peter” you gasped softly. A hand settles onto his latex-clad one, the other arm wrapping around his waist to support him as you guide both him towards your bed, placing him where you had lain just seconds before. “It’s not that bad, don’t worry about it, seriously, I mean you should see the o-” Peter quickly swallows his words upon seeing your stern glare. He slumps his head downwards as he sighs in defeat. 

You sigh, telling him quietly that you'll be back soon. You left him for a few moments before coming back with a wet rag. Gently, you tug at the suit, trying to cautiously take it off him without aggravating his wounds. Soon, you were met with his bare torso, which is marked with a huge claw mark. You mentally steel yourself before starting to lightly clean around the injury, dabbing the wet rag gently onto his toned chest as you avoid his eyes. It’s not like you were trying to make him feel bad, but you were also trying to cope with the situation. You don’t know if you were mad, relieved, sad, maybe all of the above? Uncertain emotions swirl within you, but one fact anchors your turbulent thoughts: he is here, safe, and alive. That's what truly matters.

Peter seems to catch your avoided gaze, he studies you for a few minutes. Biting the inside of his cheek as he purses his lips to the side, trying to figure out how to approach this situation. He takes in your furrowed eyebrows, the way you’re also biting the inside of your cheek as you put all your strength into avoiding his worried amber eyes. He knew the consequences of inviting someone into his dangerous life, it wasn’t exactly a warm and inviting embrace, nor was it appealing, but what he didn’t fully grasp is how it truly hurts you, in more ways than one.  “Y/N…” he whispered, rough hands that have been through so much and experienced so much, reaching for the comfort of your skin but you gently dodge his touch, leading to a sudden twinge of anguish in his heart. You give him a slight smile to distinguish any suspicion – I mean, you weren’t doing a good job at it – before you continued cleaning the dirt away from his injury. Peter’s eyebrows furrow while his lips start to droop downwards, a frown laid upon his lips at the rejection. 

Biting the inside of your cheek harder to stop the tears from flowing down the curve of your cheekbones. You keep on wiping his cuts clean, overs and overs again, getting flashbacks of his visits from the last time you had to patch him up. Blurred vision starts taking over your eyesight and all you can think about is his pain, what he goes through, his blood, the thought of losing him, life without him, the many ‘what ifs.’ The many times he almost visited death's door. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, it was like a burning sensation bubbling in the back of your throat, the sadness was too hard to keep buried down now. You started shaking and before you knew it your sobs filled the walls and all your fears were coming out of you in the form of a liquid pea that contained so much. As soon as the warm liquid left a path down the curve of your cheeks, peter panicked and rose to action just like the hero he is—your hero. 

Quickly sitting up and fixing his posture, which made him wince slightly from the injuries but he pushed through, his mind set on you and only you. He wipes the tear away with the pad of his thumb and takes the wet rag away from your slightly shaky grip; gently putting it on your nightstand before he lightly reaches both of his hands out and holds onto your wrists.

“I can't” You choke out a sob. 

“Hey shh it’s okay baby, what’s wrong? You can’t, what? Tell me,” He coos. 

He hunches down, trying to find those eyes of yours that he swears are otherworldly, but you just can’t. You can’t see him like this. Hurt. In pain. Suffering. It pains you that he is in this much pain -- you can’t. “Peter I just… ” he gently takes your face in his hand, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs that are growing wet from your moist cheeks. His heart hurts from the sight of you crying, it conjures a deep-seated throb of pain in his eyes. “Look at me,” he whispers softly, gently nudging your head up with his right hand that is slowly descending down to grasp your chin as if you were a treasure, in a way you are, to peter you are his treasure, the main reason he even gets up or even tries, you are his rock, the only thing that makes sense in his life, and god does he love you, he loves you so much that his heart hurts. A quiet sigh escapes you, it sounds defeated. “Please,” He pleaded oh-so-gently, his gaze unwavering but patient. You sniffle before swallowing down a ball of saliva forming in your throat. As soon as you look up you are met with a pair of almond-shaped umber eyes that are filled with the utmost care, worry, and a hint of guilt. 

“Talk to me..” he whispers desperately, his heart crushing at the pain you are experiencing, he just wants to take it all away with his soft whispers but he knows they will be in vain. Shakingly exhaling “I can’t,” you frantically shake your head. “Please baby…” A few silent beats pass before you finally look back up to find those amber eyes looking back at you with nothing but worry and sincerity. 

You take a deep breath before swallowing deeply ”Peter...I just…” another beat passes. You take a sharp deep breath. “I just really wish you would take more care of yourself, I...I know you love saving people and fighting crime and trust me I love you deeply for that but you come home everyday with a new wound that’s even deadlier than the last one,” You pause, licking your salty lips. “aren’t you worried that maybe those people that you save won’t have anyone to save them if they’re local neighborhood spider-man won’t be there to save them anymore..?” You ask him, almost in a plea. Peter bites the inside of his cheek, thinking over your words with a solemn expression forming on his face that are littered in small cuts from his last escapades. He diverts his gaze to the floor and the room is quickly overcome with silence as he takes in your words, letting the heaviness of your words sink in.

The silence fills the room, it lets you both engulf into your own thoughts. Peter knew what it meant when he finally told you he was the unmasked superhero. He remembers spilling his deadly secret on a rooftop late at night, where you both were admiring the stars, laying on a blanket and talking about anything and everything. He remembers looking over at you and admiring the way the moon was cascading down on you, making you look even more angelic and completely ethereal. 

Peter looks at you hurt and guilty and god do you hate that. Both of you guys shared a gaze that held so much that it made the room feel denser as the distant sounds of ambulances filtered through the slightly open window. A breeze wafts in, brushes against you both, causing small goosebumps to prick up on your skin. Peter grew to learn from his past relationships and the impact it had on his partner knowing he was Spider-Man, which is why it hurts him to know he is the one making you feel like this. A calloused hand slowly creeps up, gently grasping your cheek with the utmost care, as if you were made of glass and he was scared of causing further harm. “I know, I know,” He murmurs, his voice breaking while his toughened fingers absentmindedly traces the curve of your cheek. “It’s just so hard to stop when I know I can make a difference.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat as his words sink in. Your heart breaks knowing how much his words are true and the scary reality that he won’t stop until crime is put to bed and everyone can roam around the streets freely. You shook your head, one hand gently grasping his wrist. “But at what price, Pete?” you ask ever-so-softly like the question itself was forbidden territory. Those eyes that he loves so deeply, look up into his eyes and it causes a gnawing feeling in his chest, almost making him wince from how hurt you look, how scared you look. Peter bites the inside of his cheek a bit harder while furrowing his brows, trying to think of what to tell you because he himself doesn’t know.

He takes a shaky breath, adjusting the grip on your face and slowly pulling your head a bit closer until both of your foreheads are resting against one another, a silent plea for understanding in his eyes. The brush of skin itself was tender-filled, telling a millions of words with just one movement. “I am just sick of all the crimes happening here and the cops not even doing anything about it.” Peter whispered, his voice a low blend of anger and helplessness. You could feel the raggedness of his breath, each exhale a testament to the battles he fought alone in the shadows of the city. The close proximity allowed you to see the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his eyes shuttered as if bracing against a storm of inner conflict. “Peter, I know you care – it’s one of the things I love about you,” you respond gently, reaching up to smooth a stray lock of hair from his clammy forehead. “But you can’t carry this burden alone. It’s too much for one person, even for Spider-Man.” Your voice was a soothing whisper, trying to pierce the armor of duty he wore so steadfastly.  

Peter simply nodded, the weight of the world momentarily lightened by your understanding. You saw the fortress around his heart crumbling, if only just a bit. His eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, now shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the constant battle between his duty and his love for you.

“I’m sorry…” Peter’s voice broke through the silence, each word heavy with remorse. He leans forwards, delicately kissing your forehead which grounds you and makes you close your eyes momentarily as you cherish the soft kiss that eases your heart just a bit. “I am sorry for not fully understanding what you are going through. I am so, so sorry,” He whispers into the dark night, the words flowing into the air as gently as ever. A few beats of silence pass while you take in his words. It gave your weary heart time to mend. Peter leaned back slightly so he could get a better look at you, his gaze locked with yours, conveying a depth of sincerity and vulnerability. “I’m truly, deeply, sorry” He whispers once more before he starts to softly press kisses underneath where your ear and jaw meet, your cheeks, forehead, nose, the wrinkles in the middle of your eyebrows, smoothing them out with the pad of his thumb, and finally kissing your lips, so delicately, it makes you want to cry even more. 

The kiss was so deliberate, it was a bundle of promises that his lips sealed to keep, an abundance of love, tenderness, deep affection and care that runs so deeply into his veins that it affects his touches and kisses, he can’t help but pour it all into the kiss, he just wanted you to know how sorry he is. He wanted you to know that he never meant to hurt you, whether it was indirect or direct. It makes your heart flutter and reassures your timid heart. Slowly one hand moves to cup the left side of your face as his other hand descends down towards the side of your neck as peter tastes the saline on your moist-tear lips, but even that doesn’t stop him from pressing gentle kisses against your lips, it only fuels his love, turning the kisses even more tender. Each kiss conveys a message of “I’m sorry, I love you, please know I love you.” You can taste the metallic on his lips as your lips were caressing his back as equally gently and lovingly, your kisses filled with a message of “It’s okay, I love you.” 

Peter slowly pulls back from the kiss, his mouth hovers over yours, his breath fanning over your lips, noses rubbing against each other in the tenderest manner ever. Both of your eyes were still closed, taking in everything, cherishing one another. His right hand moving back up to cradle your face, both hands cradling your cheeks and caressing them with the pad of his thumbs in a feather-like caress. You nuzzle your cheek against his right hand, feeling the rough and calloused palm that you grew to admire and adore. It always provided you with such care and comfort, always caressing or reaching out to gently touch you. Both of your hands now encircled around his wrist, caressing the inside of it so softly that it makes Peter almost melt.

Slowly, Peter opens his eyes. His amber gaze held nothing but love and the utmost care. Shortly after he opened his eyes, your eyes opened as well. Both of you search each other’s eyes as a white noise of admiration passes you both. After a moment of silent communion, the air between you both thickens with unspoken words and shared feelings, Peter finally speaks, his voice a soft murmur against the quiet room. “I can’t promise there won’t be more nights like this,” he says, his honesty laying bare the truth of both of your lives entwined with danger and uncertainty. “But I promise you, no matter how many crazy guys in suits I have to fight, I’ll always do my best to come back… to this, to us.”

This promise, simple yet profound, strikes a chord within you. It’s not a heroic declaration from Spider-Man, but a heartfelt vow from Peter Parker, the boy behind the mask, the one you fell in love with. His words acknowledge the reality of his life—danger is part of the package, yet he’s equally committed to your shared life, to you, and he isn’t going anywhere.

You feel a surge of mixed emotions: fear for the dangers he faces, gratitude for his honesty, and love for the person he is. “And I’ll be here,” you say, matching his tone with a blend of seriousness and affection, “not just to patch you up and be your personal nurse, but to love you.” The corners of his lips quirk up, his eyes twinkling with love as he takes in your words. He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, a silent vow of his commitment. “Thank you,” he whispers, gratitude resonating in his voice, “for everything.”

“Of course,” You whispered. 

The two of you stay like that, embraced in the warmth of your love for one another, finding comfort in the silence that now speaks volumes. The world outside, with its chaos and challenges, seems momentarily distant as you both cherish this safe haven of understanding and love you’ve created together.

[dreadsuitsamus]

can't lie this was inspired by that mommy kink choso post and also i kinda maybe 100% like the idea of a milf fucking her son's friend. age gap, mommy kink. all characters are 18+, minors dni! it's filthy and i'm only kind of sorry

"eeeeeeeasy, boy." the silky purr leaves your luscious lips as your fingers tug the teen's dark brown hair, the sun showing off each and every little shade and highlight. his pretty teeth fight to keep his mouth around your pert nipple as you pull him away, his groan whiny and childish. "choso!" you chide, pressing your finger and thumb to his jaw and forcing him to unlatch.

"jeez, kid, you act like you've never had a tit in your mouth before." you tease him, the water swishing in the pool that's just a few feet away from you.

blood rushes to his pale cheeks, and your following laugh forces it to spread to his ears and chest. "oh, no way. a cute nineteen year old boy like you doesn't get ass?"

"not 'cause girls don't try." choso mumbles shyly, his cock throbbing in his shorts. when he came over to clean your pool and earn a bit of money, he hadn't even the slightest idea his greatest fantasy would come to life.

he's a terrible friend, but he'd ruin his friendship with your son a thousand times over to experience just this, again and again.

his large, inexperienced hands come to touch and pull at your exposed breasts, your bikini top floating in the chilly pool water. his eyes are big and pretty and young, and it's delicious. dragging just the tip of your nail over his bobbing adam's apple and to his chin, you push his gaze upwards.

"oh? you like milfs?" becoming a single mother at seventeen wasn't a bad idea after all. it's led to this endearing, innocent boy throbbing for you, aching to fuck you with everything he's got. how many nights does choso lie in bed, in his parent's home, fisting his cock to orgasm after orgasm all while thinking of you?

"uh, w-well..."

leaning forward, your breath ghosts over his skin that's beading with sweat. "or is just me you think about?"

"just you!" choso promises. "j-just you, uh, for a-a while... a while."

"mmmm, tell me more." your hands work his shorts down and his cock bobs right up against his tummy. you caress and squeeze his shaft, his cock fitting just perfectly in your palm as you rub him. precum already dribbles out of his purple-ish tip and the flow thickens and steadies as he fumbles out those sexy thoughts you pull from him with each tug of his cock.

"mmm, you mean like this?" the tip of his cock is quickly suckled between your lips, your wet tongue swirling around and flicking at his hole.

"y-yes! just like that!" choso screams into the wide open air. "god, please, please m-more!"

"oooooh, you're so polite." your gentle croon is murmured right into his balls as you press kisses to the sensitive skin, nipping at his inner thighs after. "tell mommy what you want."

choso's eyes cross and he's moving without thinking, manhandling you to lay back in the lounge chair and spreading your legs open wide enough for him to slot himself between. it's amazing you can tug aside the bikini bottom before he's shoving himself fully inside your pussy and railing into you.

"oh, choso!" your eyes roll back at how full you are, how he's stretching your cunt and taking all he wants. "ohhhhh, fuck, baby, that's it! fuck mommy harder!"

choso buries his face into your tits, drooling on your heated skin as the sun beats down on his back. his hands savor you, squeezing your tummy and thighs and sides indiscriminately as every rock of his hips pushes the chair. "m-mommy..." he mumbles with blazing red cheeks. "i-i can't..."

"it's okay, honey, it's okay." you coo, digging your nails into his back and dragging downwards. "you already wanna cum, don't you?"

"it's so good, mommy, i-i can't- fuck i can't, 's so good, i never thought i could do this before..." choso's tongue swirls around your nipple, his mouth addicted to your breasts.

"go on, baby." you coo into his ear, brushing some of that dark hair behind it and licking his lobe. "cum inside of mommy. it's your first time, you deserve something special."

choso grunts and pants and damn near rocks the chair into the pool right before he cums, exploding deep into your womb and painting your cervix white. you moan at the feeling of being filled, the warm fluid dripping out even with the teen still fully seated inside of your cunt, the cum slipping between your ass cheeks.

choso is boneless in your arms, his heart thumping and pounding and rattling his ribcage. your limber legs wrap around that trim waist and the air cools as a flurry of clouds cover the sun. your phone rings after a while, a pretty grin overtaking your lips as you hold it to your ear.

"hi, honey! how's my precious boy doing all by himself at college?" you coo into the receiver.

choso pulls back and out, shame flooding him. he's just railed his best friend's mother!!! how could he be such a tool??

his cum pumps out from your pretty pussy, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint as you force out more. the shame leaves choso's body again as he forces it back inside your slick cunt, slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

your eyes zero in on the life returning to that boy's dick, and you bite your lip through a grin. oh, how you like them young.

[laundrybiscuits]

(young man what do you wanna be tag)

“Why won’t you pretend to date me?”

“Jesus fucking—holy goddamn taint-biting hell, Harrington.” Eddie clutches at his chest, trying to recover from a minor cardiac event caused by opening his bedroom door to find Steve Harrington sitting at his desk. “Why the fuck are you here? How the fuck are you here? Also, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Wow, rude,” says Steve. “Wayne let me in. And Jonathan told me about the, uh, the Will plan. I think Argyle called it Operation Happy Ending? I don’t…I never know how serious he is about that stuff, man. Is he, like…okay?”

“Argyle is an enigma beyond mortal ken,” says Eddie fondly. 

“Sure,” says Steve. He sounds doubtful. “Anyway, why won’t you pretend to date me?”

Eddie groans, pitching backwards onto his mattress and scrubbing his palms over his face. “Because that idea sucks! It’s a bad idea! A better question is: why are you letting Jonathan Byers talk you into shit?”

“It sounds like a pretty good idea to me. It’s for Will, right? Jonathan said he needed to, uh, see a healthy model of a same-sex relationship.” 

Eddie would bet just about anything that the last part is a direct J. Byers quote.

“First, I’m not lying to a child. It’s deeply unethical, and as you well know, I am a scrupulously moral individual at all times. Second, do you really think it’s prime role model behavior to construct a fake relationship which will inevitably be unveiled as a sham and a farce? The foundations of young Byers’s world will be rocked, marking the beginning of a slow slide into disillusionment and crime. He’ll be serving twenty to life before you know it.”

Steve sighs, big and gusty like Eddie’s being somehow unreasonable. “God, you’re impossible. So just—actually date me, then.”

“Right,” says Eddie. “Obviously. Why didn’t I think of that. What the fuck, Steve.”

“What’s the difference between fake dating and real dating, anyway? We’ll go see a movie or something, get dinner.”

“Am I having a stroke? Okay, first of all, we cannot and will not do any of those things. Crash course on being gay in Hawkins: it sucks, and we will get jumped.”

“I’ll protect you,” says Steve, because he’s an arrogant dumbass with a white-knight streak a mile wide. Eddie likes him so, so much.

“Jesus. No, okay? You can’t fist-fight the entire goddamn world. They will literally, literally murder me. Lit-er-al-ly. This is—it’s a fucking stupid idea. You’re not even gay, what the fuck.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m bisexual.” Steve’s got a mulish look on his face. “So you should date me.”

“What.” Eddie sits up. “Since when? This is new information. Is this information I was supposed to have had previously? Is this information that other people have?” If Jonathan and Argyle knew and didn’t say anything, Eddie is going to murder them to death. 

Steve looks away, scratching at his jaw, and doesn’t answer. He doesn’t show when he’s nervous, usually, and it dawns on Eddie that Steve probably doesn’t have a lot of experience coming out of his sporty little closet.

“Ah, hey, I didn’t mean…I’m, uh, proud of you? I support you?” Eddie leans over to pat Steve’s shoulder awkwardly, trying his best to channel Murray but probably landing a little closer to Jonathan Byers.

“So…I can pick you up at six tomorrow?” Steve says. 

“Nope, still not happening,” says Eddie, and leaves the room. 

———

“I don’t get it. You’re, like, in love with him—” Jonathan ignores Eddie’s indignant squawking. “And he asked you out, and you said no?”

“He wasn’t asking me out for real! It was your bullshit garbage so-called plan, which is continuing to ruin my life. When I said I wouldn’t fake-date him, he just—switched tactics. He’s obviously trying to trick me into being part of this whole fake dating thing.”

“You realize that’s completely insane and makes no sense, right,” says Jonathan. 

“I am the Dungeon Master. I see all, and I know all.”

Jonathan squints at him with an undisguised and unwarranted skepticism. “You really gotta stop saying that, man. It does not sound as cool as you think it does.”

“I am extremely cool always. Also, I’m not in love with him. Gross,” Eddie grumbles.

“Don’t be homophobic, dude,” says Argyle peaceably. “Love is never gross in any form.”

“Excuse you, I will be as homophobic as I damn well please. Love is gay and I won’t have it in my house.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re joking but this is making me really uncomfortable,” says Jonathan.

“That’s homophobic, dude,” says Eddie. “Hush up and let the queers talk. I’m not in love with Steve, I’m in love with Argyle and we’re gonna run away and get married.”

Argyle shakes his head, laughing. “Nah, I don’t hang with matrimonial attachments. It’s all a scam by Big Wedding.” 

“Wait,” says Jonathan. “Seriously? Like, even if you fell for a girl?”

“If she’s the right lady for me, she won’t need a piece of paper to celebrate love. Love’s gotta live in the heart-house, Jonathan. In the heart-house.” Argyle taps Jonathan’s chest.

“Hear, hear,” says Eddie, who doesn’t have any particular opinions on the matter but would back just about anyone and any position in the entire world against Jonathan Byers at the moment.

[pinkiepie20000]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PINKIEPIE20000 X GN READER ((ENEMIES TO LOVERS)) ((PINKIEPIE20000 WHIPS OUT BEATRICE))

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: you and pinkiepie20000 despise eachother! or so you think. (pinkiepie20000 just scratches her ass at you and you hate her for it but then you battle and pinkiepie20000 whips out beatrice as a weapon and you probably would've almost made out but you made the fatal mistake of saying something really, really bad.)

a/n: can we make pinkiepie20000 x reader a real tag

It had been a nice day. No seeing your mortal enemy, pinkiepie20000. That's so nice. B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but it's not like you like pinkiepie20000!!!! Y-you would never!! *you blush hysterically* After all, you had voted for the bear, not her!! You'd rather be stuck with a million bears in a forest than be stuck alone with her!!

As you walk to the newly established Temu store to search for some cute dinosaur dildos and guess who you saw in that aisle!! It was none other than pinkiepie20000!!!!!! *Ugh!* you thought. *It's that disgusting arlecchino liking loser!! who even plays genshin impact that's so 2020!!* You scream internally. You angrily stop up to the sexy 20 year old in the Temu store.

"YOU!!!"

pinkiepie20000 looks over at you lazily, who had been scratching her ass while looking over the items on display. "who"

"PINKIEPIE20000"

"ok"

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH!! YOU ALWAYS MISTAG YOUR POSTS ITS SO ANNOYING"

""pinkiepie20000 leaned on the shelf full of 50 cent dinosaur dildos, smirking flirtatiously, fondling her glasses attractively. "So you follow me?"

"ur like the millionth person to say that js block me

"N-N-N-N-NO!!! I WOULD NEVER!!!" your face turns bright red. "J-jUST TAG YOUR POSTS CORRECTLY YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!!"

"i stead of worrying abt me u should probably go worry abt yr rat infestation"

"Y-YOU- YOU- I DONT HAVE A RAT INFESTATION!!" you scream. People are starting to stare at you. pinkiepie20000 just whips a coke out of her ass and starts drinking it.

bewildered at her reaction, you sputter out: "O-O-O-O-OKAY I CONFESS I'M ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!!" ...what? where did that come from?? it was like a demon posessing you. you could never love pinkiepie20000.

"do you want to see my strap i named it beatrice its pink"

"I'm always dreaming on your downfall, I hope all the male pregnancies you've been spreading over the world come to you, I hope all these tags you are flooding finally rebel against you, and you, will not see the end of that day, they will have their revenge!!!!!!"

"so ur dreaming of me"

"N-NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID!!"

"ok im gonna go play red dead redemption bye"

"WAIT!!" you reach out towards pinkiepie20000 and grab her arm as she turns to walk away. "LET ME FIGHT YOU FOR YOUR LOVE.... I MEAN TO PROVE IM A WORTHY OPPONENT!!"

"ok"

"GOD BREAST AMERICA BITCH" you ready your fists to fight pinkiepie20000 to prove you are not in love with her. she whips "beatrice" out and grips it in her hand, readying "beatrice" in a fighting stance.

Punches fly at Jeffery from Class of 09 from your fists, jeffery parrying your hits with beatrice. However, you are dogshit at this and miss and your punches hit the Temu dinosaur dildos. What the fuck. The whole shelf's worth of Temu dinosaur dildos collapses on you, making you stagger to the ground like an old man with a life alert necklace.

pinkiepie20000 tackles you to the ground, saying, "im gonna tickle u guys toes" you scream in horror, but your face betrays your scream, as your face is bright red.

"I FOLLOWED YOU BACK WHEN YOU WERE NORMAL!" you sob. "this isn't you baby....." you cry, clawing at pinkiepie20000's chest.

"Y-y-you're the jax to my pomni!!" You cry, tears streaming down your face.

"cmere bb and give daddy a big kiss"

you lean into the approaching pinkiepie20000 with your lips jutted out like a fish with your eyes closed. she stops suddenly, leaving you frozen in that position. she looks at you with a serious expression. "who is arlecchino from genshin impact"

You open your eyes to look at pinkiepie20000 in confusion. You don't know who that is. You don't play genshin impact. "U-uh.. I don't know??? that sounds like the name of a straight woman."

pinkiepie20000's eyes darken. "ur wrong" she says, before shoving beatrice up your ass in a ferocious manner. "mayonnaise consumer" she scoffs judgmentally at you. WH- what's wrong with eating mayo??? but you didn't have the time to think about that, as beatrice was shoved up your ass so hard, you died on the spot.

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[jazzy-art-time]

Are there any fun interactions you think there’d be between the OG ocs versus their jarble variants? Aka the sluttyverse

SLUTTYVERSE..,, I’m lLOSING IT.,,,

but ACTUALLY ☝️🤓

YES I have thought about this before! Primarily for shitpost purposes.

UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I RAMBLE A BIT!!

Not EVERY jarble character but some off the top of my head that I’ve thought with this about!!!

Canon Alaxia VS Jarble Alaxia

In this scenario I have two possible ways it would go down:

Alaxia would assault J!Alaxia on sight. Like straight up begin beating Jalax UP. Canon would see him as weak and pathetic and want this man out of his sight.

OR

In a scenario where Canon is in a proper state of mind. I imagine they both would look at each other in a very exhausted and somber way with that token “….. you too?” Kind of manner. Both are very different people and in different situations, but both are equally haunted and ruined by Wem in some manner.

I eat that sad shit up I don’t care if it’s cliche!!

Canon Eden VS Jarble Eden

Much like Alax, both Canon and Jarble are very different from one another.

I imagine Canon would be like “wow.. your so pretty and sure of yourself… I envy that :( I could never pull those kinds of clothes off…”

And then Jarble would be very audibly disgusted with Canon. Like “this sad little man is supposed to be me? Where is your rage. Your fire!!” And would instantly put Canon into boot camp for Self Confidence and also belittle him the entire time.

Meanwhile Canon would have to listen to Jarble constantly complain about their problems and sit there like “my universe i had to struggle to become a god to save my universe from a plague. You didn’t get 300k likes on a Instagram post of food.” And have to listen to first world rich person problems with a 🙂 expression

Also Jarble would be absolutely FURIOUS that Canon has/gets so many partners while he remains maidenless

Canon Jody VS Jarble Jody

I think this one would be funny solely because of Jarble being a arcanine now. Which means that I can make this joke

Canon loves dogs and has a lot of dogs. Jarble loves lizards and has a lot of lizards.

I imagine they both would look at each other in silence like “so cool. So cool. So cool. So cool. So cool.” And be happy that they exist as their favorite animal in another universe.

They also would both find comfort in one another for things they go through. Unlike Alaxia who would find a depressing kinship, the Jody’s would find a happy and peaceful feeling knowing they aren’t alone. (If that makes sense)

Canon Etoile VS Jarble Etoile

Honestly they both would probably detest each other greatly!

Jarble would hate Canon for how they treat The Pinkies and various other circumstances. Because in Jarble Universe, they love the twins deeply and would never hurt them despite their flaws and circumstances. Unlike Canon who [PlotSpoiler].

Canon would hate Jarble just for the fact that they were with Wem and had a kid with him. Like Etoile can’t/doesn’t usually feel emotions, but in that moment of finding that information out I imagine that thing would be SEETHING

Also Canon would HATE Jarble’s hair. Constantly trying to rip it off like a wig.

Canon Solo VS Jarble Solo

They would fist fight on sight. Started by Canon.

He would hear Jarble talk about how he treats Jody ONCE and would leap at him and instantly start punching. Canon doesn’t care if that isn’t HIS Jody, he would hate how Jarble treats her.

If in a situation where they aren’t fighting, I imagine Jarble would be mortified by Solo’s clothing choices.

Jarble: hah. Nice set of bras, you bangin a lotta chicks? My man!

Canon: oh no. Those are mine actually.

Jarble: 😦

And also imagine that Jarble would be mildly jealous of Canon for having a band. Jarble didn’t get that opportunity growing up and would probably be envious.

Canon M VS Jarble M

Okay this one I’ve actually discussed with Fridge. In Jarble, Dax exists but as the Jarble universe’s Hatsune Miku.

Jarble is obsessed with Dax-sune Miku. Like obsessed like imagine the worst anime fan you know and that’s Jarble with DaxsuneMiku.

So I imagine upon meeting, Jarble would be like “WAIT. YOU GOT THE ACTUAL DAX? YOU ARE WITH THE REAL LIFE DAX? DAX IS A REAL CONCEPT? A REAL THING??”

Also I imagine Canon would be envious of Jarble for having a healthy and happy family. She wouldn’t show it and be supportive and happy for her, but overall just… mildly dead inside about it.

Also Jarble would try to show Canon any piece of cool looking technology and have to fight Canon to not eat it.

Canon Dysnomia VS Jarble Dysnomia

Honestly both wouldn’t think much of one another? Canon is used to Multiverse Madness level stuff and Jarble just… wouldn’t care. Like he is always unbothered.

Canon would probably take great pride in how Jarble is muscular. Like it isn’t him but also he would gloat about how he’s shredded in another universe.

ALTHOUGH. Canon would probably freak out when he learns about Jarble’s situationship with Eden. Like “wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MESS AROUND WITH THAT THING??? WHAT?? THE WORST VERSION OF THAT MAN??” And would have a crisis over it.

Jarble would also be fascinated by what a Beholder is, as Jarble is not a beholder/they don’t exist there. Would 100% try to poke Canon’s eyeballs.

Canon Goddess VS Jarble Goddess

Would just talk about their children constantly and how happy they are to have them. But very loudly.

Like the loudest conversations known to mankind. They would be that annoying table at a restaurant.

They would be proud and think highly of each other. Also would have their kids play together a lot.

Canon Ryan VS Jarble Ryan

Literally just this image

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THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW!!!

You asked a simple easy question and I fucking rambled forever!!! Congrats!!!!!!!!! Hyperfixation upon your house !!!!

[justanotherspeck]

s1 my beloved

transcript below the cut:

CASPAR: Anyway, this is Midnight Burger. I’m Caspar.

AVA (Outside): FUCK. YES.

CASPAR: That’s Ava, she’s always here.

AVA: (Outside) NICOTINE, GET IN ME.

CASPAR: And this is a... diner.

GLORIA: Are you sure?

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CASPAR: The huge murder beast is having a coffee break

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ZEBULON: For our marriage is made strong by a singular truth.

EFFIE: That divorce is an abomination.

ZEBULON: … And that we love each other very much.

EFFIE: Yes, also that.

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THE EX: You can’t let that stand in the way of true love.

LEIF: Honey, you lay eggs.

THE EX: Why do you keep bringing that up?!

LEIF: It’s an important detail!

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GLORIA: Do you ever feel like Leif is almost too relaxed? He goes with the flow no matter what, it’s weird.

AVA: Oh yeah? Watch this. Hey, Leif?

LEIF (In the kitchen): Yeah?

AVA: I’ve been thinking about it and, I don’t know, I still feel like a hot dog is a sandwich.

[POTS CRASHING.]

LEIF (In the kitchen): For fuck’s sake!

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MARY: Can you help me?

CASPAR: What’s happening?

MARY: The officer outside, he’s been looking for me for days. I’ve managed to avoid him so far but now that’s him outside. Can you hide me somewhere? This desperate plea is brought to you by Arby’s. Arby’s, we have the meats.

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LEIF: This Molotov Cocktail is brought to you by communism!

[BOTTLE SMASHING]

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EFFIE: Yes, yes, of course. Our Lord is a God of peace.

ZEBULON: Indeed.

EFFIE: Unless you’re a merchant outside the temple, then look out for the chokehold of Jesus.

ZEBULON: Honey!

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CASPAR: Ava, what are you doing?

AVA: I’m getting this jug of moonshine and going out in the parking lot to watch a fist fight. Suck on that, Stephen Hawking.

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CASPAR: Oh, no. What are we going to do without all the essential work you do around here? Who will do the incredibly hard work of being an asshole to people?

AVA: That’s not work, that’s how I relax.

CASPAR: Well you must be really relaxed.

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STEVE: We had come upon a binary star system. I looked upon these two stars rotating around their barycenter and my thoughts turned to my wife. We were like these two stars, locked into an eternal dance only due to chance and gravity, unable to recall a moment where we chose each other and unable to escape this rotation. Knowing that to move closer would obliterate us both.

CASPAR: This went from fun idea to Russian novel real fast.

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STEVE: Hello, my friends. I am about to go on a date.

CASPAR: Yeah, we heard... uhhh nice work, buddy.

LEIF: Go get ‘em, tiger.

STEVE: I have no idea how to go on a date.

CASPAR: Oh.

LEIF: Shit, okay, uh...

CASPAR: Um... Ask her about her job.

LEIF: Yeah, her life in general.

CASPAR: Listen a lot.

LEIF: Don’t try and be funny.

CASPAR: Try sharing a secret with her.

LEIF: If she asks you to do something illegal, it may be a test.

CASPAR: What?

LEIF: Really gauge the situation at that point, is she kidding or does she actually want to do crimes?

CASPAR: What are you talking about?

LEIF: This is good advice.

CASPAR: Where, the Pirate Isle of Tortuga?

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EFFIE: Caspar, thanks for being with us today.

CASPAR (Whispering): So great to be here, go fuck yourself.

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CASPAR: Gloria, we’re going to have to go.

GLORIA: Oh, man. Okay. Guys, gather round.

[HEARTBREAKING MUSIC]

CASPAR: What the hell is that music?

[WOLVES WIMPERING]

GLORIA: V, Jungkook, Jimin, Suga, Jin, RM, J-Hope. I want you to know that I love you all very much. But I have my own pack, and I have to go run with them now.

EFFIE: (Fighting back tears) It’s... so hard to hear her say goodbye to the wolves.

ZEBULON (Also crying): I didn’t realize she named them after the members of BTS.

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CASPAR: We should get one of those signs that says “This many days since an accident”.

LEIF: Yeah, except ours would say “This many days since your sentient radio quoted the Egyptian Book of the Dead, switched personalities, or steered you into a supermassive black hole.”

CASPAR: ...That’s way too long for a sign, Leif.

GLORIA: Yeah, Leif, that’s—

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CASPAR: As a straight white male you know one thing about me: I’ve watched a lot of History Channel.

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GLORIA: Okay, I’m thinking a chair, some rope, and I’ll pour hot coffee on her, let’s do some Guantanamo shit.

JANE (Overlapping): It’s no use, guys.

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GLORIA: Did the doors to the diner just lock?

CASPAR: They did. Effie, what in the Amityville Horror is happening right now?

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JANE: Does having you kidnapped maybe count as a romantic gesture at all?

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CASPAR, narrating: In Ava’s defense, she was unilaterally putting everyone in danger... That doesn’t make it better, does it?

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AVA: I am going to rip your balls off!

CASPAR: Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time.

[jiminsass-istant]

Umm not really. Not many tattoo their own initials but he literally tattooed his birth time as a big ass clock so this is possible lol. Also his tattoos are all about him. His birth flower, his Fandom (tattooed right on his knuckles, on a prominent place), his birth time, his motto etc etc so isn't it normal him tattooing his initial ?

Also for me, i see a significant gap between J and M for it to be JM aka JiMin. It looks like 2 different tattoos tbh Jungkook and Army more than cross word Ji Min 🤷‍♀️

Trust me, he knows how his tattoo looks. He is an artist for god sake. Visually more intelligent than most. And he didn't have second thoughts before getting it done.

(birth time, birth flower, dates are all symbolic things, but names aren't symbolic. Names are just names)

Why else did the fandom come up with the all member names theory? Because JM was so IN THEIR FACE that there had to be an explanation for it, right? If the J wasn't there, who would go ahead and think RM and MY and inverted V and clubbing the J for all J initial members. And that theory was so widely accepted that people took it as facts. Because there had to be an explanation for the crossword, right? (Honestly, I was also kinda rolling with that theory too, because I didn't want to be delusional and consider only JM. But then he comes live and says it's just ARMY and J. Which made it more sus, because why tf put J there, near M, making a crossword? We all know you are 'Jungkook'.)

It doesn't need to have romantic connotations because if i have a bff i enlisted together with, maybe i would tattoo their initials too. If there's one thing 2023 has showed us (and the earlier years too), jimin and jungkook are THE best friend duo of the group. The best friends among a group of best friends. Their bond is stronger than anything I've seen.

Somebody on here mentioned the rainy day fight recently. Jungkook not only cried when he fought with Jimin, but he went outside without a destination. Have you experienced that type of distress? He could have just gone home or stayed in the studio, could have just avoided Jimin and waited till they made up. But he walks aimlessly and whom does he call? Jimin. When Jimin said he wouldn't take care of him anymore, it's like he lost his anchor. The one person he was closest to, someone who gave him a safe space in a group of older friends,had refused to take care of him anymore. It removed the ground beneath him. If that doesn't tell you who he's closest to, idk what will. Anyway...back to the topic.

The other explanation (which might be far fetched and just my personal little theory) is J stands for Jeon, his brother's name, family names etc. But idk, that's far fetched.

It still doesn't change the fact about how it looks. Just because it's farther than ARMY doesn't mean it's not a crossword. A very visible one too. And when his fists are curled, it can look far, but when his palm is flat, they are equidistant. Like a crossword. He definitely had his palm straight while getting it tattooed.

All my opinions are personal, anon. Not facts. If i think JM is for Jimin, it's still a personal opinion formed by my own logic. As already stated in my pinned, I don't claim any of the 875 members to be dating. I'm just here to enjoy their dynamics. And I understand, I might be going against JK's own words, but it's just me and few people who agree with me. For the rest of the world, J is Jungkook only.

If you want to see more of my thoughts about it, you can check -

And this-

Also, idk if you are a solo, tkker, or jkker, or lurker, enjoy this little canon compliant ficlet i wrote long back. (Which describes the fandom's reaction and Jungkook's explanation in a fun way)

Scene {members notice army and jm tattoo for the first time}

Jimin: "Jungkook...is that tattoo for me?"

Jungkook:" NO!! J is for ..umm..Jungkook."

RM: *sigh* *starts calling their PR manager*

Jimin: "Where's the K then? You always call yourself JK"

Jungkook:'"........."

Jimin: "It's okay bro, I'll one day write a song for you and call it Letter. To return the gesture of course."

Jungkook:"Would you feature me in it? Like you did with V hyung in Friends?"

Jimin:"So you do admit JM is for me?" 😏

Jungkook: "NOOOO!"

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Have a nice day!

[hedgehogoftime]

JD and Amara save the Multiverse: Bumps in the road

(An interdimensional threat has struck erasing multiple timelines from existence, and JD needs to save it, and their own timeline. Amara of the Summer, from a bad end timeline, has reluctantly teamed up with the Jersey Devil under the impression that they can rewrite history and can reverse the damage done the Reigning Passions world and save her beloved. After a long series of events, the duo have found themselves driving through a devastated forest, Amara in the driver’s seat)

JD: (doing finger guns out of sheer boredom) Pew pew pew, boom, pew…

Amara: Stop that.

(JD stops, but it only keeps them quiet for a few seconds)

JD: So, where’d the armor...?

Amara: Oh, Christ…

JD: Did the Queen make you wear it? They are not your friends, I’ll tell you that much. Friends do not let other friends leave the house looking like a Sarah J Maas protagonist.

Amara: Would you stop talking about the fucking armor?

JD: Okay, geez! I’m just tryin’ to bond a little–

Amara: Yeah? Then talk about something else.

JD: Alright! (sighs) So, if they can fix your world, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back home? Some rubbing alcohol shots, maybe a wiper fluid chaser?

(Amara starts to answer, but then stops, having realized something about JD’s word choice)

Amara: (with a slight snarl) What did you say?

JD: I said when you get back, what’s the first thing you’re gonna–

Amara: Before. That.

JD: (long pause, having realized their mistake) …If they can fix your world– (Amara suddenly slams on the breaks) Oh fuck…

Amara: What do you mean, IF?!?!

JD: Look, I didn’t mean–

Amara: You lied to me, you don’t have a fucking clue if they can fix things, don’t you?!

(before JD can respond, Amara suddenly stabs him in the thigh with her sword)

JD: AUGH! FUCK! FUCK! I DIDN’T LIE!

Amara: YOU LIED!

JD: NO! I MADE AN EDUCATED WISH! (enraged by such a stupid justification, Amara twists the blade) OW! FUCK! Look, I did it because I need you! (he produces a photograph of the Havenfall crew, all of whom are at risk of being erased from time) I don’t know a damn thing about saving worlds. Why would I even care? My whole world is right here in this picture. It’s only seven people and I have no idea how to save it alone. I know how to fuck people up for money, but you! YOU know how to save them!

Amara: …Did you just say… you made an educated… fucking… wish?

JD: Oh, I’m sorry, have we met? They call me “Jersey Devil”, not “Truthful Timmy, the Blowjob Queen of Saskatoon”! (Amara yanks the blade out of their leg) AUGH!

Amara: (absolutely seething) One more word, please. Just one more fucking word.

JD: …Gubernatorial. (Amara raises her fist, JD flinches in response) EEK!!!

Amara: (sighs and lowers his fist) You know something? You’re a fucking joke. No wonder H.E.R.A. didn’t take you, or the Starship and they’ll take fucking anybody. I mean, you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. I have never met a sadder, more attention-starved little prick in my entire life, and that’s saying something because I’ve been alive for over two-hundred fucking years. I’ll tell you, that evil lightbulb was right about one thing, you will never. Save. The world.You couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn WAITRESS. And motherfucker I wish I could say you’ll die alone, but it’s one of GOD’S BEST JOKES that you can’t die! EXCEPT IT’S ON ALL OF US!!!!!

(and then, the impossible happened… JD was speechless. They just stared at Amara, shocked and seeming to have been genuinely hurt)

Amara: What, you got nothing to say to that, Devil?!

JD: (their face settling into a determined and rage-filled glare) I’m gonna fight you now.

Amara:(laughs derisively) Oh, are you–

(JD suddenly punches her in the face hard enough to cause a nosebleed. Amara stares at him, genuinely shocked for a few seconds, before roaring and responding in kind. The resulting fight, taking place entirely in the car mind you, lasted an entire night. By the time H.E.R.A. found them, both of them were unconscious, except JD was tied up with the car’s seatbelts)

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@incorrectlovestruck @megatraven @zhoras-bitch @seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana

[indecisive-dizzy]

Late night ideas before I sleep!

It’s the Spider Daisey au because I miss it- and its about Eddie 🪦

I’m adding Venom into this au bacuase fuck it why not /j

Eddie gets possessed by the Venom parasite ☠️

I think since the main three have powers and they almost died, they slowly began to bond more while Eddie was unintentionally left behind

Eddie, being left out, began trying to handle small villain stuff on his own, like cleaning up messes and bringing back stuff left behind to Frank and Howdy’s lab for examining

In comes the Venom-

Eddie finds Venom in a vial in a destroyed lab, taking it back to the lab

Before Frank or howdy can examine it, part of it latches onto Eddie

Eddie slowly begins to get possessed by Venom, and it begins to mess with his head, trying to convince him his friends are abandoning him as more and more parts of Venom attach itself to him

Eventually, he’s being fully possessed and is coming chaos while he isn’t aware

He’s slowly distancing himself, losing sleep, barely eating, constantly sick, he’s clearly not okay

Once he’s fully possessed, he goes on a full rampage, destroying the town as he struggles to gain control of his body

Obviously the main trio are trying to save him, but are mostly thwarted based on the sheer amount of power Venom has because of his hold on Eddie. They need to free him

Once they managed to break into him as they recount their shared trauma while fighting off Venom, Eddie regains control and they can sedate venom

Part of Venom is destroyed and most of him is taken to the lab to be examined, but Eddie strikes up a deal with the parasite, be cooperative and he’ll stay as a host/vessel for Venom to use. He try anything sketchy, Eddie destroys the rest of him

Venom agrees and now he coexists with Eddie. They become buddies, it’s chill

I need sleep ;-;

I FORGOT TO TELL YOU TO HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT IN THE LAST ASK SOB 😭😭 Have a Great day/night Bestieeeee <33

Banging My Fist On The Table! Venom! Venom! Venom!!! My silly lil sorta-evil alien who I love very much <3

ofc Eddie gets the symbiote teehee <3

Sob not Eddie Being Left Out Angst,, my weakness sobs. Fr tho those three have done some crazy Battlefield Bonding and Eddie's just trying to fit in and help anyway he can. He probably feels so useless oh my god waaaoudagahhsaaa

Imagine they think Eddie's just having a mental breakdown and is genuinely ill but it's actually an alien parasite. Well technically the mental breakdown is real,, but the alien's here to!

Having no control of your body/Possession angst makes me ✨Unbearably Sad✨ Especially when the person starts hurting others and all they do is watch. bonus angst if they're in Pain✨

Eddie's waaay too nice to this thing that tried to completely take over his body and hurt his friends but. He also knows that the symbiote could Die without a host. Probably Not Canon To Venom Lore At All but I like to think that for a brief moment at some point Venom was at least a little scared, and Eddie felt it while being Venom's host. So yeah Eddie is sympathetic and feels bad for Venom but it all work out in the end <3

[dreamingangelwolf]

Hello tumblr, I am not dead yet *fist pump*

Finally answering one of two tagging things from @aranict - this is long overdue, to say the least…!

3 Ships:

1. Dabi/Hawks from My Hero Academia. Literally one interaction was all it took for me to go ‘oh god I ship it’ and, damn, I ship it hard. It may not be canon, but the potential for it is unreal - the snark, the parallels, the tension, the drama, that delicious enemies-to-lovers foundation, yesssss. Helps that each of them has a very attractive voice to me, too, haha X) This latest season is going to hurt me, I can tell…

2. Rowan Whitethorn/Aelin Galathynius from the Throne of Glass series. As much as I wanted these two to be much more of a slow burn than they actually were, I can forgive that when they work so well together as a couple. Crying shame also that we never got to see them literally fighting side by side, but we got “To whatever end” instead and y’know what? Iconic.

3. Zack Fair/Aerith Gainsborough from Final Fantasy VII. I have loved these two for nigh on 15 years now. I found FFVII because of them. I love the innocence of their fledgling relationship, I love the tragedy that it fell victim to, but mostly I adore how happy they made each other, and how complimentary their personalities were. (I have just reached Gongaga in Rebirth too and when I say I spent 50% of this part of the game clutching my chest over my heart - augh. The Feels.)

First Ship: Had to stretch my memory back a bit, but I’m pretty sure it would have been Lenne and Shuyin from Final Fantasy X-2. That was my first ever FF game (criminal, I know, but fight me) and their story grabbed my 14-year-old heartstrings like nothing else at the time. In retrospect, it might have been the tragedy of it again, and that was probably the first tragic romance that really resonated with me? Admittedly, ‘1,000 Words’ probably helped with that, heh (still love that song).

Last Song: ‘Choke’ by The Warning, whom I discovered in the last few days and damn. Talk about fresh talent. There are very few bands for me where I prefer the live version of a song to the recorded one but these girls are breaking all my expectations. Will also recommend ‘Hell You Call A Dream’, which is the song I was recommended and that got me hooked!

Last Movie: The Crow (1994), which my local cinema put on now that trailers of the remake with Bill Skarsgård are making the rounds. To my friends’ exasperation, it was a bit lost on me. I like the concept and the basis of the story, but I didn’t quite dig the goth-ness of it (eternal apologies, Brandon Lee - it’s no slight on you, I promise). I can appreciate it as a cult classic, and for its importance at the time, but personally it wasn’t what I want from a film nowadays. Can I still call myself a 90s kid

Currently Reading: House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas. I’m about 1/3 the way through, off the top of my head, and while it’s not gripping me like ToG (or even, dare I say it, ACOTAR) did, I’m liking it so far. It has, however, spurned a SJM Bingo Card between me and my two friends (who have also read the entirety of SJM’s books and are cheerleading my foray into Crescent City), which is proving to be highly amusing X)

Currently Craving: udon noodles in some kind of broth. Preferably a light, beefy one. Sick as I currently am, I just want the warm, thick, soft noodly goodness as a source of comfort and a way to flush out my sinuses. I curse my lack of takeaway options and my inability to cook one of my favourite foods for myself.

Okay I’m not tagging anyone else because I’m running on my last few brain cells and still need to get myself to bed, so I’ll wrap up with a thanks to aranict for the tag and a promise to get to the next one soon!

[greenkirbkid456u]

The Spiral Eye Traveler part 2

(Ps none of these characters are they all are made by arcadekitten )

(Hyllindrix and jaxter are see running towards the smoke until they reach the bar)

H: well god damn! Was this giant hole always here!

J: No! Not at all those damn Bandits put a hole in the bar wall!

H: hey look i got this im a Sheriff (he is not)

Your town will be fine :)

J: for some reason I'm even more worried now 

(Hyllindrix run in to the bar)

H: HEY WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS WANTS A ASS WOPPING!!

J: how will yelling help??

H: what? This will intimidate them :)

?: HEY! 

J: oh no is them.

H: its who?

V: the names vasilis this is mitzi and Reginald and we are the gem Bandits!

M: ah hell yea!! We stealing your shit boi

R: ( whispering) vasilis you said we stealing the towns diamond and i hate to have to tell you this but we are at a bar. Why are we here?

V: (whispering) yea yea i know don't worry this is part of the plan ;)

R: how?

V:well you see someone in this bar works at the bank and if (vasilis starts yelling) THEY DON'T COME OUT NOW EVERYBODY IN HERE GETS BLOW UP IN THIS BUILDING!!

R: okay calm down vas!! Noone needs to die!

H: yea and noone will not when I'm around >:)

V: the hell are you going to do? Bore me to death? Cuz everyone else I fight just loses to me after just a few turns 

M: oh really! You never told us that you usually lose multiple fights you are in

V: SHUT UP MAN!!

J: yea there right look hyllindrix these guy are a joke don't let them intimidate you i just want to know how they got the bombs?

V: oh look what you done now they he knows

M: shit sorry :(

R: surprised he didn't know before

H: oh if thats the case this fight should be easy!

J: oh! Yea right you're a Sheriff right! Then they should be easy for you!

H: yea with my 1 year of Sheriff training in High School this should be easy >:) (right.. He said nervously)

J: (omg) are you actually a sheriff or were you just lying!

H: lying :)

J: i hate all of you.

V: look i don't care about pedantics we fighting or not?

H: hell yea we fighting!! Bring it on…uhhhh hey before we fight what are your pronouns?

V: them\they why?

H: can't insult someone without knowing their pronouns first bring it on cunt!!

V: in that case(vasilis pulls out a gun) bring it on fucker!!

H:alright then if you want to die so bad (hyllindrix pulls out a shotgun) 

M: oh yeah killing time ( Mitzi pulls out sticks of dynamite from they're vest)

R:sorry about this i really am but it's just business (he pulls out two double barrel shotguns)

J:well i see where they got the bombs from!

H:OH WOW hey jaxter my good friend can you. Help me (please he said worryingly)

J:look man i would help but I don't know how to fire a gun let alone even have a guns!

H: welp shit ("._.)

H: hey fellas let ta-

V: FIRE!!(vasilis and Reggie start blasting and Mitzi start throwing bombs)

H: oh shit!!

J: oh no! (Jaxter ducks behind cover)

H: (hyllindrix start to desperately trying to dodge and is some how's succeeding) FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! 

J:( whispering) wait i have an idea!!

V: grrr stand still!!

H: oh oh oh what the matter? Can't hit me aw there there i have something that can help you out my guns and fists!! (He shots his gun at vasilis)

V: (they Dodge out the way) HA you miss me!!

H: yea that did but i won't!! (Hyllindrix jumps into the air) howdy cunt!!

M: oh god boss look out!!

V: wait wh-(hyllindrix land on top of them)

H: sorry buddy but we are playing my game now!!( and then he start beating the shit out of them)

V: ow shit!

H: HA HA!!

V: ow ow shit help me idiots im you're boss!!!

M: uh ok!(she tries to get him off this only results in hyllindrix grabbing them and start wailing on them too)

H: HA HA!! Got you!!

M: oh shit!! Ow ow fuck why do you have four arms now???!!!

V: yea what gives??

H: he he he you FOOLS i am made out of 90% slime!!!

V: ( them grab fist and hyllindrix fist and then the fist sticks to vasilis hand) ew he's right what the hell are you?

H: i don't know :D

R: ok this is getting ridiculous and you three just look like idiots… wait. Where is the fox?

J: right here bi-

R: yea no( he grabs jaxter by his neck)

J: EUK..kuk ek

R: listen here you little shit i have I have been trying for years to find her had to pair up with these two idiots that only care about money i don't know what traumatic experience made them like this and i don't care i-

H: what the oh god jaxter!! Wait i have a idea hey Mitzi

M: yea?

H: do you want to have a teammate hug with Reginald >:)

M: first off it would be a sibling hug second off. NO!!

H: well too bad!! ( hyllindrix takes the lighter in mitzi's pocket out lights the dynamite on her vest and then Chuck her at Reginald)

M:ffffffffuuuuuuu

R: (Reginald puts down jaxter and then put a shotgun in his face) so say out of my way you insect or you will be sorry

J: cough cough. Hey you may want to look behind you

R:why would i do that? I already know you're going to sneak attack me so-

J:(Jaxter moves out the way) because of her!

M:ckkkkkkkkkkkkkk

R:oh sh- aAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

:(they they both crash into the wall) 

M:fuck my back…

R: Mitzi what the hell happened why (b:tic tock tic tock) well fuck

Boom!!!(they both go flying out of the bar) 

M and R: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

THUD!!!( they both hit the ground HARD causing them to fall unconscious)

R: wElp nIGht NigHTzzzzzzzzzz

M: HA Ha THe STars Are PREttyzzzzzzz

H: nice!!!

V:shit!!! 

J: well damn hyllindrix guess your not as dumb as I fought 

V: shit shit shit!!( vasilis runs runs over to the two unconscious dummys) god damnnit you morons get over here(they then put both of them over their shoulders they are somewhat struggling) you won't get away with this You Haven't Seen the Last of The Gem Bandits!!!

H:he he see jaxter told you it would be fine.

J: yea guess you were right you're not so bad after-

(All the town people start cheering) hooray you stop the bandits!! Thank you!!!

H: aw shucks its nothing I was just doing what was right i just made sure the gem was safe.

?: well about that( the mysterious person said sadly)

H: what wha- what do you mean?

?:well my name is Emerald I'm the mayor of the City and i hate to tell you but the diamonds been stolen :(

H: WHAT WHEN??

J: last week I was going to tell you earlier but you know

E:  yea is sucks and i was trying to find someone brave enough to go find it

H: well shit.. But hey i can help!!

E: oh thank god thought I was going to have to convince you to do it in that case you and jaxter can go and find the diamond :)

J: WAIT WHY ME?????

E: because you we're in the fight lol but hey don't worry if you lose your job( what you most likely will because how long you're going to be gone) I'll give you guys $2,000 dollars if  you can get the Diamond back!

J: look that good bit i have n-

H: great come on new buddy let's go find the diamond!! :D( hyllindrix grabs jaxter and then throws him on his horse) lets go!!

J:WAIT I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS!!!!

E: good luck Brave Cowboys!!( please get the Diamond back please)

To be continued 

[voidbears-oc-stash]

*Ultra just points his ring at Snatg! before a MASSIVE construct fist FLIES outta it SOCKING his whole body'n sending'em flying a good several feet away! crashing HARD into the ground! while Ultra runs to the suit! TEARING the dome off! and cutting the spine brace out! holding Jackxy in his Arms!* Ultra: PUMPKIN! Jackxy! sweetie! are you okay!? oh god! there's almost no electrical activity in ya! yer heart's gonna stop! Jackxy: *coughs!* heh!... guess ya were... right dad... this was above me.... Ultra: what? no! you... *sniffs* you did AMAZING sweetie pie! we could- *chokes back tears!* we barely scratched'em due to that power drain! but you lacking a core? yer immune! that- w-was so smart of you! sweetie! i'm... *he grabs her paw in one hand!* i couldn't be more proud of you! you NEVER needed to prove yerself to me! i needed to do better convincing myself to take risks! and APPLY that confidence i had in ya! rather then... bottle it up... i'm sorry... Jackxy: dad? you only... wanted me to be safe... and... happy! thats ALL you ever wanted! ever since you found me on that rainy day! you never looked down on me... even when keeping me safe... i was too blind to see it!... i know... you won't forgive yerself... but i do... i love my family... so much... i love you too dad... so... much... i'... m... s... *her grip goes limp in his hand!* Ultra: j-Jackxy... ? k-kid? this! ISN'T funny! wake up! JACKXY PLEASE WAKE UP! *he shakes her violently! tears rushing from his eyes!* PLEASE! MY LIL BABY GIRL WAKE UP! PLEASE! OH GOD PLEASE! NO! NONONONO! YER EVERYTHING TO ME! EVERYTHING! PLEASE! NO! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! *he leans over her violently sobbing! so much he looks like he's going to throw up! before looking to the sky and SCREAMING! tears streaming as hard as physically able! so much so Plob can DEF hear it! *

Plob grabs Nameless and rushes over. "Nameless, help Ultra and Jackxy, I'll keep Snatg busy..."

Nameless nods and hands Ultra one of his crystals. "This will take almost all of my power, but I can revive her. So unless you can get us to our universe, it would be nearly trading a life for a life. Do you understand?" He says calmly and clearly, very ready and willing to sacrifice himself for Jackxy and Ultra.

Snatg laughs at the sad sight. "One Demigod is given a controller, and the other only uses healing magic, and I thought fighting against the two would prove my worth."

Plob grabs Snatg's horn. "Speak again and I snap off your horn and shove it in your core." That makes Snatg shut up.

[amberjazmyn]

already gone

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - already gone

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - character death, mentions of cancer, tears, loss of misha's wife

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - for ages, misha's wife, adrienna collins had been extremely sick, going in and out of hospitals until she loses her physical battle after she had given up on her fight ages ago mentally.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - just a quick note, this is also an old chapter that i have rewritten already a couple of times but once again, i wanted to recycle it for misha collins because i did think about writing it forone of the j's but decided against it. also, like always, i take my warnings/trigger warnings seriously so if this is something you feel like you won't be able to read, please ignore it or read with caution. also, bold italics are lyrics, italics are flashbacks and normal font is present time and it'll be written in lowercase. i am also going to make misha young in this but i will still include the supernatural cast if that makes sense.

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remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories they're haunted. 

misha and his wife, adrienna, had planned to do so much together after only being married for just over a year, fourteen months. they planned on renovating their austin, texas home, trying for kids, and hopefully having those kids, to continue living together, travelling when supernatural wasn't being filmed or doing promotion, making silly youtube videos together, the absolute lot. they had planned so much but now, these memories were just haunted and won't ever be experienced together. 

adrienna was sick, very sick, she had been in the hospital for the last couple of months due to intense chemotherapy, meaning she would be missing from some of the supernatural shooting days and promotions. and, it was utterly devastating for the newly married couple. adrienna was barely able to leave her hospital bed without feeling weak, dizzy or nauseous and as though she'd throw her guts up if she lifted a single finger or toe. it broke misha's heart right down to his core, especially when he couldn't be with her in the hospital to keep her safe and make sure she wasn't scared when he wasn't in austin or canada. 

we were always meant to say goodbye, even with our fists held high. 

adrienna and misha both believed in the saying that, "everything happens for a reason." and, at first, of course, adrienna and misha did not think that her cancer diagnosis was a blessing. they thought it was a mean, rude, cruel curse put upon them. however, throughout the process, slowly, adrienna started to go back to church and she started praying to god again. all of a sudden, the curse of her cancer went away and, it became a blessing in disguise. yes, sure, she never expected this was how she'd say goodbye to her husband but, she and misha, no matter what was always meant to say goodbye to each other in some capacity. even with their fists held high in celebration of adrienna's strength, they were always meant to say goodbye to each other. 

it never would have worked out right, we were never meant for do or die. 

although getting told that adrienna's treatment was no longer working was heartbreaking and terrifying, it just meant that adrienna and misha's "till death do us part" vow was coming a bit earlier than their married friends was and it was okay, it was just needing some time to come to terms with and get used to. despite the fact that misha struggled in comprehending that he was only going to have been married to his wife for not even a full year, never have kids with her and never have the fun experience of renovating their home together, it made him realise so much more and it allowed him to look at the bigger picture of the situation. 

"--i'm so sorry mr collins but, after going through some last-minute tests with adrienna in regards to her chemotherapy treatment for her cancer, it has been found that her body is no longer responding as well as we would have liked to the chemo and, we'll be taking her off the treatment per her own request. because of adrienna's awareness of the failure of the chemo's response to cancer in her blood cells, she was more than happy to start the refusal of all types of treatment. she's also requested that you don't try to fight with her against this as she's very adamant that if she knows that one type of treatment isn't going to work, she doesn't want to bother with any other sort, even if it has a high percentage rate of responding well..." misha could barely let oxygen through his lungs as his wife's oncologist, dr callahan brings the young man the worst news he had ever heard since the original diagnosis 

"...do you know why exactly she's refusing all treatment revenues?" misha felt his ears ringing as he asked that question, tears burning the back of his eyes as he was handed a tissue by dr callahan, the married man keeping it in his lap for a moment before his fingers absentmindedly played with it as it was then rolled into a ball 

"it's, unfortunately, private information due to doctor confidentiality, cannot be told by me. if adrienna does wish to tell you, that is most certainly okay, however, it is not my place due to the rules and requirements. i am very sorry misha, i know you and adrienna were hoping for some better news as it really did look as though she was responding beautifully. if you two need anything else, please feel free to ring either me or doctor keating up. adrienna is in the patient room and all of her tests have been completed if you two wish to leave, goodbye misha," dr callahan was a lovely man, he was a little bit older than misha's father, and was a brilliantly intelligent oncologist and one of the best ones out of what felt like the hundreds that the married couple had gone to all around texas so they didn't have to travel to another state when it first came to mind that adrienna had fallen ill 

the moment dr callahan excused himself from his own office, allowing time for misha to fully process and absorb the information the elder man had given him, misha truly started to break down. he never thought of the day that he'd be told by his wife's oncologist that the chemotherapy wasn't working and that she'd no longer be receiving any other form, even if it was proved to have a good percentage of her survival because of her own refusal of wanting any more treatment. his eyes burned due to the tears that he had been fighting back the entire meeting with the doctor even though it wasn't the first time that misha had dissolved into silent sobs or sometimes moderately loud ones during a meeting with the oncologist in regard to the progress in regards to his sick wife. just for one meeting, misha didn't want to be clutching a tissue or the entire kleenex box in his lap as he cried to himself in the office but, once again, here he was, utterly inconsolable about the new news on his wife's health. 

the tissue caught every single tear that fell from misha's eyes as he rested his right arm, his right hand holding the tissue, against the shockingly comfortable chair that sat in the middle of the collins' oncologist's office, the door that opened into the said office behind misha. it took an entire hour for misha to stop crying and, due to adrienna having to take just a couple of smaller tests last minute like she did every check-up, she wasn't too fussed that her husband seemed to be taking an extra-long time with dr callahan. however, it wasn't until she looked up from her comfortable seat in the room in which all her tests were taken that for the past hour, misha had been crying, all alone, in dr callahan's office. despite the fact that misha had wiped all the tears away and gone into the bathroom to wash them away with water, adrienna could still see the red and puffy silhouette that his tears left on his face as evidence. it twisted her heart in all the ways that hurt the most as she realised that at the majority of her check-ups, misha would end up in tears and crying all alone when she was getting her blood leeched out, when her pulse, blood sugar and blood pressure were constantly taken when she could have been consoling her very much distraught husband. 

i didn't want us to burn out, i didn't come here to hurt you now, i can't stop. 

for what felt like weeks, adrienna had been trying to tell misha to stay in vancouver with his supernatural cast because she knew that soon, she wasn't going to be alive much longer. she didn't want to hurt him, that was never her intention, no way when she first met misha and the rest of their supernatural family. however, because of how much he loved her and wanted to be sure she was safe, he refused to leave her bedside during promotion for the new season and stayed with her all day, every day whilst the others, mostly jared padalecki and jensen ackles covered for him. 

"--misha, sweetheart, i thought you said you were going back to vancouver?" adrienna whispered as she woke up, her voice groggy as she notices that misha still hadn't left austin as he promised her he would 

he didn't answer adrienna, as if he knew she was right and that he should have listened to his wife but, he didn't. adrienna, obviously curious, asked him why he lied to her, misha feeling extremely guilty that he lied to his wife. 

"mish, come on bubs, why did you lie to me?" adrienna sat up as much as she could as he sighed heavily, he didn't answer because he had no answer to give her about why he lied

"i...i don't know, i just, i wanted you to rest and get some sleep so, i said that to you so you would go to sleep because i knew you weren't going to fall asleep until i told you that i'd book me a flight back to vancouver for work. i'm sorry..." misha whispered as he plonked his head onto adrienna's leg as she pouted, her hand brushing through her husband's messy brunette locks

"it's okay babe, but please love, go back to vancouver, i'm sure you can get your mum or even mine or even our sisters to come over and make sure that i'm okay if you are that paranoid. i promise you that i am okay, misha, i'm just tired," adrienna convinced misha as he rolled his eyes, hating that his wife always somehow convinced him to leave, grunting as he didn't want to leave his wife but, he trusted if anything were to go wrong, his parents, her parents or even their siblings or castmates would tell him 

"fine! but, i do trust that my sister dannielle and your sister alania look after you and if anything were to happen, they contact me and everyone else immediately!" misha spoke with a more assertive tone (which honestly turned his wife on) as adrienna smiled triumphantly, nodding her head

"okay, that's a deal babe. now leave, you need to go back to vancouver, i'll be fine!" adrienna smiled as misha nodded his head, giving his wife one last hug and kiss before leaving after his flight was successfully rescheduled 

i want you to know, that it doesn't matter, where we take this road, but someone's gotta go. 

as she sat with her sister and sister-in-law, alania and danielle, adrienna smiled. to her, it didn't matter that she was going to die, for she had gotten over that fear ages ago. so, she knew that she didn't want misha to go through any of the emotional pain of watching the love of his life slowly succumb to her illness so, she refused to have misha be anywhere near her hospital room during her chemo treatments or transfusions. she knew that someone had to go and, that person was her and, she was more than okay with that. 

"ari, aren't you scared to die?" alania hesitated, the three girls all sitting down on the collins' lounge room couch, grabbing a tight hold of her sister's clammy hand as she sighs, a small smile playing on her lips 

for context as to why she was no longer in hospital, it had been a couple of weeks since adrienna had made misha go back to vancouver so he could rejoin his castmates on the promotional interview tour before the actual, legitimate season premiere of the newest supernatural season whilst alania and danielle took care of adrienna. however, recently, adrienna had been discharged back home due to the fact that she was now on hospice care because she was coming closer to the end of her life. meaning that the hospital agreed in bringing her home to austin on hospice care as well as having her pass peacefully in a familial setting rather than the hospital room being the last thing she sees. 

"no, alania, not at all," adrienna smiled softly as she caressed her sister's hand, the two girls giving their sister a sad look back as they cuddled up closer together 

"how come?" danielle questions next as the sick girl shrugs her shoulders with a small smile, the shrugging of shoulders movement being one of the many limited things that didn't cause the dying girl pain 

"i dunno danielle, maybe because it was destined to happen. everything happens for a reason my love, and, this *adrienna referring to her situation of cancer* happened for a reason and, i'm blessed to have gone through it. even though i'm literally on the doorstep to my death, i couldn't have been any happier than how my life turned out i mean, i've lived my life, what more could i have lived for danielle?" adrienna smiled as danielle nodded her head, trying to hold her upset at bay over her sister-in-law 

"we're all gonna miss you, ari," the front door opened, revealing misha's dad, richard, adrienna's father-in-law as he walked over to the couch, the father and daughter-in-law sharing soft smiles with one another 

"awe, richard, i'm gonna miss you guys too but, i guess this is what was supposed to happen and, i couldn't have been any more grateful for the life i've lived," adrienna smiled, her voice soft and tender as music softly started to play from the radio that danielle had turned on, the song playing immediately recognised as already gone by sleeping at last 

and i want you to know, you couldn't have loved me better, but i want you to move on, cause i'm already gone. 

hearing the lead singer of sleeping at last sing that specific line was nothing but excruciatingly painful. no one wanted to even think about moving on from the loss of adrienna but, none more so than misha. he didn't want to move on, he was wanting to continue making his life with adrienna, have kids with her, get the renovations of their house done together so it was a home, and continue going on with supernatural together. all he wanted in his life was just to be with adrienna, no one else otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to show adrienna how much he loves and appreciates her if he was just going to simply move on. however, misha knew that that wasn't ever going to happen and was having to lose the one girl he wanted his forever with to then maybe one day down the line, "replace" her with someone else and have someone else's kids. and, that hurt misha more than any other pain in this world could hurt him. 

looking at you makes it harder, but i know you'll find another, that doesn't always want to make you cry. 

during the entire journey of adrienna's cancer, the amount of despair, tears and unknowingness that had been shed was way more intense than ever expected. especially by misha since he didn't think that one day his wife felt ill it would turn out to be cancer. and normally, misha was able to hold his tears back even though he has said he is an emotional person, however, it seemed as if seeing his wife in so much pain, no matter how well she had hidden it from him, it really seemed to knock down his wall of vulnerability. so, the number of times he would cry at the hospital, get emotional during a supernatural scene, maybe even an interview because of how worried he was about his wife, to crying at home, to even crying on his own was such an intense amount, it seemed neverending. when adrienna came to light about this situation, she did not think it was fair at all that misha was crying all of these tears and being so fearful. she believed that he should at least get a break because it seemed as if everything was converging and she hated it, she never wished to inflict such pain on her husband and extended family. adrienna firmly believed that misha at least deserved a break from crying every single hospital consultation because that was all he could ever do when being told what was happening with regard to his wife.  

it started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in, perfect couldn't keep this love alive. 

it was true when it was found out that when adrienna and misha had their first kiss at how perfect it was and how perfect their kisses, whether they were passionate, emotional, soft, slow, hard, quick etc. they were always perfect and they were always a meaningful thing for the married couple. meaning that, no matter how hard he tried, misha couldn't ever convince adrienna that she was going to be fine and stay alive, despite the desperate makeout sessions he'd initiate as he'd cry and pour his heart and soul out to his wife in the hopes that all of those kisses were going to be mixed in with the exact nonexistent cure that could keep his wife alive for the rest of their living days. no words or actions spoken by misha, however, could convince adrienna. she already knew and accepted that she was gone and that she had become peaceful with it because it no longer bothered her as much as it used to. meaning that, even if misha hadn't, she had accepted it and that was all that mattered to her, even though it broke misha immensely. she knew that his perfect kisses couldn't keep their love alive even though nothing else was wrong with it except for the fact that she was dying. 

you know that i love you so, i love you enough to let you go. 

adrienna smiled at her husband who had now arrived back home to austin alongside the rest of the supernatural cast, the song playing on the radio in the background 

"misha, i love you so much my darling. i know you'll find someone who won't leave you the way i have. okay, you have to promise me that you'll move on. i love you so much, my sweet boy. i'm giving you permission to let me go now that i've let you go," she spoke softly, the song seeming too quiet as it filtered into everyone's minds as background music, misha nodding his head hesitating at his wife's request, a small tear tracking his cheek 

"i love you too adrienna..." misha sniffled softly, pressing his cheek against his wife's, making her smile, giving her husband a peck behind his ear as he sniffled a few times 

everyone else watching on with broken hearts as they only wished they also had the same healing powers that misha wished he could have to save the love of his life. heartbroken as they watched their castmate and best friend go through the grief of having to become a widower so quickly after marrying the love of his life. of whom everyone thought they'd outlast every single person in the room because of how much they loved each other. 

i want you to know, that it doesn't matter, where we take this road, but someone's gotta go. 

it seemed as if adrienna's hospice care was stopped after she had suddenly fallen extremely ill, way too ill for anyone's liking, due to an infection in her bloodstream that absolutely mortified everyone. adrienna's oncologist, dr callahan however was taking the best care of her alongside the rest of his brilliant cancer team at the hospital as he handed her the medication. however, when adrienna took said medication, it was always a moment of subconscious fear and uncertainty as to the side effects that came with her prescribed medication really loved interfering with her and there wasn't always a 100% certainty that if she took a nap due to the fatigue, another side effect of the medication, that she would wake up from the nap and wake up without any complications. 

knocking lightly, dr callahan came into adrienna's hospital room to give the terminally ill girl her medication, "knock knock, here's your medication, mrs collins-sorry, adrienna," it always made adrienna smile and giggle slightly whenever dr callahan would always try to be professional with her and call her by her last name and she then smiled as he corrected himself 

"thank you so much dr callahan and, please, stop worrying about what to call me. if mrs collins slips out, let it slip out, it's fine," adrienna smiled sweetly as she gave a look towards her medication that had been placed next to her large glass of water 

"no worries and, thanks for the reminder and, also, after you've taken your meds, misha could you and the group please come outside with me as i need to have a chat with you all? thanks so much, i'll just be outside waiting," dr callahan smiled, not wanting to let anyone worry as everyone, including adrienna, nods their heads 

"course we can doctor, is everything okay?" misha responded, a tight smile forming on his lips as dr callahan just gave a faint look of uncertainty which for some reason gave misha the heebie-jeebies and a very unsettling feeling 

"thanks, misha," dr callahan smiled tightly as he then walked out of adrienna's hospital room to the hallway, finally able to catch his breath for this was the worst part of his job as an oncologist 

then, not even a couple of seconds after dr callahan left her room, adrienna took her medication and then a large gulp of water to help glide the medication down easier, placing it back on her side table, her husband gulping worriedly. misha's sister danielle quickly moved from the seat next to adrienna's bed so misha could sit there, instantly grabbing a hold of his wife's paled, weak frail hand, caressing it carefully for a few moments 

misha's pov

and i want you to know, you couldn't have loved me better, but i want you to move on, so i'm already gone, so i'm already gone.

finally, after a few moments of stalling after dr callahan had left, adrienna had finally taken her medication and was starting to relax as the side effects started to come over her. this meant that it was now time for me, my sister danielle, her sister alania and the rest of the supernatural family to go outside of adrienna's hospital room for our chat with dr callahan. and, in all honesty, we were all a little scared since usually, dr callahan only asks to talk with me whenever he has news about adrienna so, it only made my head spin. i was just so scared that my nightmare was going to come true; having to move on from losing adrienna and becoming a widower. 

"come on mish, we have to speak with dr callahan. let ari sleep, i'm sure she's a little tired and she has to now relax from her meds," danielle tried to get me to leave as i gave adrienna a small kiss before following after my sister, sister-in-law and supernatural castmates whilst everyone else sat in the waiting room 

"okay, fine. i love you so much, adrienna," i whispered softly to my wife, sighing as i gave her a small kiss on the head and i then followed after the small group to meet with dr callahan to chat with him 

on our way over to dr callahan, it seemed as if he was becoming more and more nervous and was no longer finding it easy to hide it like he was usually a master at. and this when inadvertently made all of us nervous about what he suddenly needed to tell us. 

"is everything okay, doctor?" danielle, my sister questions with a haste breath as the small group all look in between each other before back at dr callahan as he gulps 

"that's the thing miss collins, we-we seriously think that adrienna isn't going to be well enough to last the rest of the day today. although she may look okay, the looks are truly deceiving and it seems as if all of her recent tests are plummeting. if you noticed, which you possibly did, possibly didn't, the medication i gave her was slightly different to her normal--" 

"--code blue, i repeat code blue room 799a!!" hearing that suddenly ring over the intercom is truly something you could never get used to - dr callahan perks up straight away however, his flight instinct kicks in within seconds 

that was when we realised the room number that was just called over the intercom, suddenly interrupting what dr callahan was explaining to us...

 ...room 799a... that's adrienna's room! no, no, no!

"i...i am so sorry guys but, i need to rush off but, stay in the waiting room and wait until i come back!" dr callahan then almost panics, ushering us into the waiting room where the rest of our "party" of visitors were waiting for us, thinking we had already been told the new information

"wha-what, dr callahan! aren't you gonna finish telling us about adrienna's medication?" i splutter out in a slight bought of disgust and fear, my dad pulling me back as i tried to get out of his grip which failed - not that i was disappointed or mad at my wife's oncologist, i just didn't know how else to physically respond in any other way 

"i'm so sorry misha but, i seriously can't stay back. i really, really need to handle this emergency code. it's a code blue, i cannot have this patient dying! just please go into the waiting room and i'll speak to you later, i promise!" dr callahan called out, fear and so many other emotions i couldn't distinguish swimming in his eyes as he ran up the stairs that less than five minutes ago, not even, we just walked down as we watched chaos unfurl

within a second of just blinking every single medical professional that you could think of that works in a hospital was either running up those stairs behind dr callahan towards adrienna's room or was aggressively pressing the lift button to take the lift up to her room. 

"dr callahan, wait--" i tried to get him to explain to me more but, i was too late, he was way out of my sight now, no longer running up the stairs as i huff and step back, my dad's hand finding the small of my back 

it seemed as if straight away, my dad knew what was about to happen and that i was starting to panic because of the unknowing fact as to what was happening to my wife at this current moment in time. 

my breathing immediately started to get quicker, the panic quickly rising in my chest as dad tried to calm me down. he pulled me down the hallway, the last time i caught in my peripheral vision was my castmates going down the hallway a couple of doors down from where dad and i were. 

"ssh, misha, it's okay! everything's going to be fine, okay? maybe it was a mistake and adrienna was moved into another room." dad, bless his heart, was trying to think up ways to try and make me calm down yet, i knew what he was doing and, although i'd love to say it was working, it really wasn't helping much 

"that...that isn't helping dad!" i sniffled into his shoulder as he huffed dejectedly, wondering what to do as i just muttered something to him 

"play the song," i muttered softly into my dad's shoulder before he made some distance between us, his eyebrow shooting up in confusion 

"what song?" he asked softly as i smiled instantly at the thought, already gone, although it was a sad, breakup song, it was like adrienna and i's song as it related to her cancer diagnosis and her eventual, oncoming death 

"already gone, adrienna played it on the radio a couple of weeks ago, please," i mutter softly, dad nods his head without hesitation before grabbing out his phone and finding the song as it started to play 

remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories are haunted. we were always meant to say goodbye.

as the song played from my dad's phone, i was pulled right back into his embrace as it sort of became background music, closing my eyes and placing my head to his chest, his steady heartbeat being the calming cure. the music continued to play as many memories of my wife and me ran through my head as my dad just hugged me as though i was a little boy all over again. or back when he did when i was getting bullied for how "weird" i was as a teenager.

i want you to know, that it doesn't matter where we take this road, but someone's gotta go. 

it was then decided between dad and me that we would sit down as we both felt our legs were going to collapse from underneath us any second. we smiled at each other before dad allowed me to plop my head on his shoulder as the song continued to run its length. more memories that i had remembered over the years with adrienna came flooding into my brain as well as dad's as he smiled a smile that was a smile that adrienna, his daughter-in-law only saw. 

and i want you to know, you couldn't have loved me better. 

i smiled softly at hearing the singer of the song sing that line because it was true. i couldn't have loved adrienna any better than i already had done and the same goes for everyone else that adored adrienna. there was no way in which we could have loved my wife even more or even better. i heard so many times during her stay in the hospital that they had never seen a cancer patient be so positive and loved during her time of cheo that that was one of the only things that stopped my tears alongside adrienna's comforting hugs, oh and the endless supply of kleenex tissue boxes and soppy movies that we watched when we lived in the hospital for the first few months. 

but i want you to move, so i'm already gone, i'm already gone. 

"dad..." i whispered as it had now been close to a couple of hours maybe since the code blue for adrienna's room had been called out and we still had no answers for what happened 

dad then turned his head from my castmates as we had all since come back to the waiting room now that me and my castmates were less panicked and less emotional. dad gave me a small, soft smile that was comforting as he then responded. 

"...yeah mish, what's up son?" dad smiled, a small giggle leaving my mouth due to the "son" at the end of his response as we were all now equally worried about my wife and her condition 

"do you think that adrienna's okay?" i questioned softly, a worried expression painted on my face as dad huffed, his shoulders falling in a sad position as he bit his lip nervously 

"i truly don't know buddy. i wish i could say something else, we all do, but, i don't know and i am so sorry that i don't know," dad sighed with the saddest look i'd ever seen on his face as i just gulped and nodded my head slowly 

turning my head away to the empty hallway, i noticed who i recognised to be one of dr callahan's junior oncologists who worked with my wife, dr keating, he looked absolutely devastated and in distress. i decided i'd walk over to him to make sure everything was okay. using the chair to help me stand up, i kicked the pins and needles out of my legs and cracked my back before walking over. 

"guys, i'll be back, just wait there, i'm gonna have a chat with dr keating," i muttered as dad widened his eyes, also noticing dr keating as he looked over to danielle and my castmates in concern but let me go 

"okay, be careful misha," dad responded as i turned back around and started to walk, nodding my head in response to dad's response 

"i will," i whispered once i was out of hearing sight of the group as i softly tapped the junior oncologist on the shoulder as he looked up at me in a little bit of panic as i noticed his blue eyes were no longer blue, they looked as if he had just watched someone die

after tapping him on the shoulder, dr keating jumped at my touch but when his usually bright blue eyes looked into my blue eyes, i could tell something wasn't right. especially considering dr callahan was nowhere in sight. but even more so when dr keating grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, slightly scaring me before shortly after letting out a small cry as i felt my heart smash to the ground. the only patient that i knew that the other junior oncologists who were being mentored by dr callahan were working with was adrienna. i felt my lips and throat dry over, my biggest fear starting to settle in. 

"is...is everything okay, doctor keating?" i whispered softly, fearing the worst as dr keating sniffled, trying to speak as he pulled out of the hug 

"she's gone, misha," he softly cried out as i felt my heart sink, the physical pain creating a burning, cracking sensation in my chest as i felt my eyes tear up 

"adrienna's dead?" i whisper, trying to confirm what i already knew was confirmed as i saw his head nod as i tried to hold back an ugly sob that was building up in my throat 

"uhh, yeah *sniffle* sorry... she-she was going in and out of consciousness before her body just gave up on itself. the medications dr callahan had given her earlier in the day were slightly different dosages and brands to her regular ones because finally, at the last minute, adrienna had agreed to try to see if it was the medications that were making her sicker so, dr callahan thought if he changed them that maybe she'd get better again. so, since the start of this week, dr callahan and the rest of us had been trialling this new medication with her in hopes that it would work but, it-it didn't *sniffle* i am so sorry misha... we, we didn't think the medication would cause her to overdose..." dr keating was utterly devastated at losing adrienna which meant that dr callahan and the rest of the team were even more devastated as i clenched my jaw  

i couldn't do anything else but close my eyes and cover my face with my hand as dr keating didn't know how to comfort me anymore as i blinked back the tears to no avail as they quickly started to stream down my cheeks. 

"please...please don't apologise, dr keating, you guys and dr callahan didn't do anything wrong other than making my wife happier and comfortable whilst she was in the less comforting place you could ever be in," i cried out softly, sniffling a couple of times so my now runny nose wouldn't make a mess 

i then turned around to see my dad, my castmates jared, jensen, alex and rob, their partners and me and my wife's families all together in the waiting room. they all looked so anxious and hopeful, just wondering what was going on in regard to adrienna and why they were still just waiting with no answers. 

"thanks, misha, that-that really makes me feel better and would genuinely make the rest of the team feel better," dr keating whispers as we both wiped our tears as discreetly as we could 

"it's my pleasure, doctor, because it's the truth, doctor callahan's team made all the difference for my wife and made sure she was always taken care of, especially when i wasn't here," i spoke softly, managing a small smile of gratitude as i then looked over to my dad and the rest of the group as they tried to calm alania, adrienna's older sister which just destroyed me even more and made me feel a certain pain that i'd never wish for anyone to feel

 how was i going to tell them? 

it seemed as if dr keating could read my mind however, "do you want me to tell them, misha?" dr keating then asks, suddenly realising whom i was looking at, making me look back over to him as i furrowed my eyebrows 

"you sure, doctor? i-i can tell them if it's easier," i responded as my eyes grew bigger as doctor keating shook his head and ushered me with his head to follow me over to the waiting room where it was just the group for adrienna that was waiting in there

"no, misha, i'll tell them, it is my job after all. i was adrienna's second oncologist, after doctor callahan, so, the least i could do is save you the trouble and a lot more tears if i say it over you," doctor keating smiled small, a travel-size pack of kleenex pulled out of the pocket of his scrubs, handing them over to me as i chuckle slightly as i take them from him, placing them in my jacket pocket knowing that it wouldn't take too long until they'll be of great use 

"thanks, umm, thanks again, doctor keating," i responded back with a small smile, one of my hands resting in the jacket pocket that had the pack of tissues whilst the other one rested comfortably and we then walked over to the awaiting group as they stood up with hopeful looks 

it goddamn almost killed me to see all of my best friends and my family look so hopeful in the news about my wife and, it was so hard not to break down. most especially when i caught eye contact with my sister-in-law, adrienna's sister, alania, her hopeful look killed me tenfold as i fought so hard at shaking my head no at her. i tried so hard but, the look, that alania showed me back gave me the impression that she already knew what doctor keating was going to say and i was pretty confident that, that also broke my heart even more. 

"is adrienna okay, doctor? do you have any news on her? is...is my sister alive?" alania then questioned, my heart breaking at hearing her begging for her sister to be alive as doctor keating and i looked at each other before we took in some deep breaths 

"alania, guys, there is no easier way of saying this to you all as i know how much you mean to adrienna and how much she means to you but as i've already told misha; adrienna has passed away..." doctor keating spoke softly and with the same tone that he spoke to me in as a switch flipped in the group - their hopefulness now shattered as alania sobs and practically falls to the ground as i watched the way my sister followed her down to the ground and wrapped her arms around her and into a hug 

"and, the reason why she passed away was because of the new medication trial we had been giving adrienna since the start of this week in the hopes that it was her old medication that was making her sick and not cancer itself. the medication that doctor callahan tried to explain to you guys but wasn't able to. in a short summary, it was a trial medication that was of a different dosage to her old and original medication in the hopes it would help but, it wasn't the medication making her sick at all like we thought it was. so, basically, it wasn't cancer that caused the death but an accidental overdose of the trial medication that had been administered to her over an hour ago," doctor keating explained, his hands resting inside his nurse scrubs as i felt my heart break a second time if that was even logically possible, alania crying hysterically into my sister's shoulder as everyone else just looked as if they had disassociated so they could momentarily ignore the grief they were feeling - not something i ever want to see again because it was not my favourite sight at all 

"so, it...it didn't hurt her?" alania softly questions like a small child, managing to compose herself as i gulped, my hand reaching into my jacket pocket to grab a couple of tissues, one for me and one for alania 

alania should not have even had to of asked that question about her younger sister, whether or not it hurt for her to die. 

"no, it didn't hurt her at all, alania. it was the least painful death, she couldn't feel a single thing, it was as if she was falling asleep. you'll be able to visit her soon but, she just needs to be dealt with by our in-home coroner and then you'll be able to see her and say your goodbyes..." doctor keating speaks softly as he personally comforts each person, a hand on their shoulder and a handshake or hug, completely depending on what they chose as he spoke up again 

"once again, everyone, on behalf of me and the rest of doctor callahan's team, we are so terribly sorry and our condolences go out to you guys and everyone else that was personally affected by adrienna. but most especially to misha, her husband and the rest of her family. i have to, unfortunately, go now as i have more patients of doctor callahan's to attend to but, i will see you guys later, i promise," doctor keating smiled and brought me in for a hug after grabbing my hand and squeezing it, bringing me a surge of comfort as within seconds, he was back down the halls of the hospital, off to doctor callahan's other patients 

this was when it all came tumbling down around me, finally smacking me in the face that i was about to say my final goodbye to my wife and she wasn't even going to be able to squeeze my hand or comfort me like she used to be able to do. bringing the tissue up to my face, i just cried and cried, my left arm wrapped around my waist whilst my right hand covered my face with the balled-up tissue. i absolutely hated crying in the hospital because it always happened but, now, it was the final time i was ever going to be in this hospital and i won't even be able to bring my wife out of there alive and that stung. 

almost immediately, dad pulled me in for a hug, "oh, buddy, i am so sorry, misha," he was strong in his hug but absolutely weak in his words as he tried to soothe me but refused to let me go  

"she's gone, dad," i whimpered into his shoulder as my body wracked with sobs, making dad hug me even tighter as the group watched on 

it had then been decided that we wanted to leave the hospital, making doctor keating and doctor callahan aware that we were going to come in early tomorrow morning to farewell adrienna for, there was no way we were all emotionally inept to do it tonight. which allowed us a day in between to process everything and really allow the grieving process to begin for us all. they had both agreed in letting us do our farewells tomorrow and, now, i sat on the couch, tears streaming down my face still, as i became fidgety with my wedding ring, making the decision to make an instagram post of a few photos of my wife and me. not just because i knew it would bring me some comfort but because i knew that the supernatural family and just general fans of my wife and i, would also wish to know about my wife and what happened to her. 

remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories they're haunted, we were always meant to say goodbye

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misha whilst it absolutely breaks my heart to even write this caption and post it, it is with a heavy heart that i have to announce that my beautiful wife, adrienna collins has sadly lost her battle with leukaemia and died in the late hours of tuesday the 5th of july at 8 pm in the austin cancer centre of austin hospital in texas. adrienna was the absolute love and light of my life, she truly made me the happiest man i could have ever been. adrienna never ever failed to make me laugh and make me feel like i was the only person on the planet. i was always the centre of the universe and so was everyone else that my wife loved and adored. whilst it does hurt my heart to even think about it, the new supernatural interviews will be postponed for at least another month and we do apologise for any inconvenience. adrienna has always said since the start of her cancer diagnosis that if she was ever to die due to cancer or because of her medication that she would rather the interviews be postponed by at least a month than for me and the cast to work whilst grieving her loss. and that wish of hers has been granted and as i write this post, the cast and crew are having to sort out the promotion interviews in regard to our reasoning for the postponement of the new season. 

adrienna may have only been my wife for a year and two months but they were the best fourteen months of my entire life. she truly didn't care if she was only my wife for a week or forever, as long as we were able to have our wedding with her breathing properly and well enough to the point where she didn't need any help from breathing tubes or having to be wheeled everywhere in a wheelchair, she was happy with the way we got married. and, our wedding day is a day i'll never be able to forget even if i tried. i had never seen adrienna look so happy and relaxed until the day of our wedding. she just looked like an absolute angel and just writing this is bringing tears to my eyes because i know that whilst she is no longer here, she is still my wife and, i'm always going to love her. even if i do end up dating, proposing to, marrying and then have their kids with, i'm always going to talk about the first girl that i ever loved because she showed me what it was like to love because she is the definition of love. whilst my heart does hurt right now and will probably hurt for a while, i know i'll eventually be able to wake up every day and smile. but for now, i'll cry and i'll be sad and that's also okay.

i love you forever and always, adrienna collins. i'll never forget you because you were simply unforgettable and the true girl of my dreams, sleep tightly my angel.  

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alaniawalsh adrienna absolutely loved you so much misha and this was a beautiful tribute to her. i hope you never stop posting about her, even when you find the new love of your life, love you mish 🤍

misha alaniawalsh thank you, alania and i hope i don't stop posting or talking about her either, she truly was the one for me, even if i do find someone new. i love you too alania 🤍

jaredpadalecki love you misha. anything you need, i got it, as do jensen and everyone else. adrienna loved you so much and she'd do anything for you! my heart aches for you 🤍

misha jaredpadalecki i love you too jared and thank you, my heart aches as well 🤍

jensenackles reading this makes my heart ache for you misha. adrienna will never be forgotten and never forget how much she absolutely loved you and doted over you every single day 

misha jensenackles writing this made my heart ache. and i know she won't be forgotten and i know i'll never ever forget how much she loved me because she made sure to remind me all the time 

alexandercalvert i'm heartbroken for you, misha. we are all here to support you. we loved you both so much so anything you need, we'll take care of it because if anything, the only thing that's important right now is taking this month off from our show to grieve your wife so, fuck the show right now, don't even worry about it. i love you forever, misha! 

misha alexandercalvert i am heartbroken as well alex. and thank you so much, this means so much to hear and i love you too, alex! 

robenedict she'll never be forgotten, misha. adrienna was perfect and she was so loved by every single person that encountered her. 

misha robenedict i know she won't rob. and she was perfect and so very loved 

username oh, misha, i am so sorry my love! my heart breaks for you with this news, adrienna was an absolute angel. sending my love to the entire family 🤍

misha username thank you love, and my heart breaks having to even make this post and read all these comments even though they are so healing at the same time 🤍

genpadalecki adrienna will never be forgotten, misha and i promise you that, as does everyone else that knew her and loved her every single day! 

misha genpadalecki no, she won't be forgotten gen! i'll never let her be forgotten and i don't think you guys would allow me to forget her either! 

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alaniawalsh i can't even believe i'm writing this but i have to and it breaks my soul into pieces. as you all would have seen from my lovely brother-in-law's post, my sister adrienna collins died from a medical overdose of chemo medication at the austin cancer centre in the late hours of tuesday the 5th of july at 8 pm. and not at all in this post am i bashing my sister's oncologists or the hospital, it was not their fault at all as to why my younger sister overdosed and i will not tolerate any comments that may suggest that that is what happened because that is anything but what happened. my sister died because she willingly decided, like she put her own hand up, last minute to give a medical trial one last try and see if it was her old medication that was making her even more ill than she already was and was on a new medication this last week which unfortunately is the reason why she passed away, not because of medical negligence or anything of that sort. 

my little sister, adrienna amelia rose walsh collins was a beautiful girl. she was always a happy, fun, crazy little girl that always wanted to make other people smile and be happy like she was. she was fifteen when she met her future husband, dmitri "misha" collins and ever since that first meeting, had been inseparable so, that's why it's even more heartbreaking that they were only given the chance to be married for fourteen months, only a year and two months. my heart absolutely breaks for you, misha, that you had to lose your beautiful, angelic wife so early in your guys' marriage. it's absolutely not fair and i only wish it didn't happen. but if you do choose, later down the line or whenever you feel it's right to do so, fall in love with somebody new, just know that it's absolutely fine! you deserve to be happy and fall in love again, and there are no rules on how quickly or slowly how you do that. you are still so young that i promise you, one day, you'll find another beautiful girl and you'll fall in love all over again like you did with my sister. 

and i hope you know misha, that you are still a part of the walsh family, even though your wife and our sister and daughter are no longer alive with us anymore. you will always be my brother and you will always be my parents' son and that will not change, not even when you fall in love again. i will adore you until the end of time misha and i know my parents share the same sentiment and if there is ever a time you need us, we are always a phone call or a message away. we love you mishy 🤍

all of these photos that you see in this post are all of the best moments of adrienna. and yes, even the photo of my sister in the hospital is the best moment of her and this is why. even though the photo may not look it, throughout all of her chemo treatments and transfusions and other things, adrienna never failed to have a smile on her face and have a little dance and that was even if she was very sick or tired, she always managed to be happy and still feel blessed that she was still alive and well enough to get those treatments and transfusions. but, i do have to say that whenever adrienna and misha were together, that was when they were both the happiest and the most alive. when they were together, it was like royalty had entered the room, that's how it was like when adrienna and misha were together. i love you so much adrienna amelia rose walsh collins, they'll never be an adrienna collins like you ever again. rest easy my sweet angel 🤍

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misha bawling my eyes out reading this alania. this was so sweet of you! this means the world to me and more! these photos really do show the best moments of adrienna. love you more alania 🤍

alaniawalsh misha i was bawling my eyes out writing it! and of course misha, nothing will take you out of our family, especially not another girl. and i really do love those specific photos so that was why i chose them 🤍

officialbrianab oh, alania, this was a gorgeous post to your sister! just like you did her, she talked about you all the time 🤍

alaniawalsh officialbrianab thank you briana and i know, there were a few times that i overheard her talking about me and it warmed my heart every time 🤍

ruthie_connell adrienna was always so beautiful and these photos truly show that beauty. love you so much alania 🤍

alaniawalsh ruthie_connell she really was ruth, she was the definition of beauty and these photos really do show them. love you too ruth🤍

danneelackles512  your sister loved you so much alania. and your loving words to misha are tearjerking and i know just how much it means to him reading that! 

alaniawalsh danneelackles512 i know she did, dee, she loved you guys as well! and thank you, i just want him to know and to never forget that he still has us as a family no matter what because he always will 🤍

genpadalecki my heart breaks at reading this alania! your sister was gorgeous and she still looked beautiful when getting her chemotherapy and she truly loved you and misha so much. sending all my love to you and your family 🤍

alaniawalsh genpadalecki thank you for the words gen and she did love us a lot, she had so much love in her 🤍

username i'm sobbing reading this and misha's post. adrienna was truly one of a kind and was such a beautiful girl. and she truly does look beautiful when she's in hospital and that blows my mind. and it makes me so happy to hear that misha's still a part of your family 🤍

alaniawalsh username i was the same reading misha's as well love and writing my own didn't help me either and she was one of a kind. and misha was always going to be a part of our family, even if it did come to the unfortunate possibility of adrienna's premature death and the possibility of him finding someone else because we've known misha since he and adrienna were fifteen so there is no way we'd close our door on him after so many years 🤍

robenedict we all love you so much alania. just like misha is a part of your family, you are a part of our family. anything you need, we will give it to you 🤍

alaniawalsh robenedict love you more robbie and thank you so much, that means a lot and i know you guys aren't just saying that too 🤍

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phew, this was a lot! i am tempted to either do an alternate reality as i did with my other misha one where adrienna doesn't die but, it wouldn't make sense so i feel like i'd do a part two where misha falls in love again and marries again to a girl that is eerily similar to adrienna or is possibly alania, adrienna's sister because, if you guys noticed, i didn't give alania a partner so, maybe misha falls in love with his deceased wife's sister... who knows but i would like to do a part two because i feel like there is still more to this story i could share ya know? 

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False God | m.m. | 1

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language, therapy, talks of emotional distress sort of

Author’s Note: I had to stop because it was a bit long and my plot didn’t make sense if I kept going in one place. Sorry???

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“This is a joke, right?” She demanded, leaning forward on the table, handcuffs clinking against the metal. “I don’t need a lawyer.”

She absolutely needed a lawyer, in all actuality.

Ever since Sokovia, her life had been nothing but chaos. And with her stupid decision to help Steve fight for Bucky, life only got worse. You’d think being an Avenger would have cut her some slack, but since she ran…well, governments weren’t exactly nice. She knew it was a only matter of time; they had caught Scott Lang before they caught her. He probably ratted her out on accident.

“You definitely need a lawyer, miss,” Matt countered as Foggy opened her file. “You understand you’re considered an international terrorist, right?”

“It’s not my fault Stark built a robot that destroyed a country —“

“You also helped Sergeant Barnes escape —“

“He’s an innocent man —“

“And so are you.”

She knew he couldn’t see her staring him down, but god she hoped he could feel it. Hoped it burned a hole in his stupid, pretty face. Foggy was looking between the two, waiting for one of them to act; but she wasn’t going to hit a blind man. Not yet, anyway.

“Why do you want to help me?”

“Honestly, you’d be our biggest case yet. It would do us wonders,” Foggy explained, folding his hands on the table in front of them. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists, resisting the urge to flick him off.

Matt adjusted his glasses though, a light smirk on his lips. She wanted to wipe it off his face. “And I’m Catholic; I have a thing for lost causes.”

“You’re both assholes.” The lawyers in front of her shrugged half heartedly, clearly not insulted by her. “You realize I’m a former SHIELD operative, right? And an Avenger? Both of which can get me out of this.”

“‘Former’ is the key word,” Matt pointed out, resting his hands on the table now, folding the them neatly over each other. “SHIELD fell in 2014; you should know. You were there for that too.”

“Okay but Fury —“

“Is not here to help you. Nor do I see Mr. Stark or Captain Rogers.” Matt leaned forward some and she could see his jaw tighten. She was getting under his skin; good. “Though I don’t think the former would help you regardless.”

“You can’t see anything so you don’t know whose here or not,” she countered, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Are you making fun of a blind man, miss?”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

Foggy ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “We’re just trying to help you.”

“No, you’re using me for good press. But I hate to break it to you,” she leaned in once more, narrowing her eyes. “Not only am I not going to pay you for shit, but I couldn’t if I wanted to. It’s not like I got paid to be a superhero.”

“We work pro bono,” Matt explained, his demeanor relaxing once more.

“They wanna offer you a plea deal and we think you should take it.”

“If I’m innocent —“

“By the extent of the law, Miss, you’re not. You have harbored a fugitive, run from the government, and caused massive amounts of damage across the world,” Matt explained, sliding her file over the table. She peered over it, frowning as she read ‘DANGEROUS: DO NOT APPROACH’ in red, bold letters. “While your actions might be justified, in the eyes of the court…”

She reached out and took her file, thumbing through the pages. A lot of the information was redacted —how she came to work for SHIELD, how she joined the Avengers. Her addresses and family members were redacted, as well an entire blacked out page about her medical history.

That she was thankful for. No one needed to know that.

However, her various missions with the Avengers —ranging from 2012 up until recently were free to read. As well as several of her missions through SHIELD prior to joining the team. She was considered dangerous, and a threat to society if not under someone’s thumb. What a sad life to live, honestly.

“I’m a criminal,” she finished for him, closing the file and looking up at him. “What’s the deal?”

“If you plead guilty, we have negotiated to have you placed on house arrest like Mr. Lang. Yours would be more lenient; you’d be able to go to the grocery store on the corner, to parts of your apartment building, as well as your court mandated therapy sessions —“

“Fuck therapy, I’m not criminally insane —“

Matt continued, simply ignoring her. “And it would only be for the year. Since you have no prior record, as well as the positive work you’ve done for the country as a SHIELD operative, the UN’s general assembly and security council is willing to skip a trial if you accept this.”

She pushed the file across the table, and Matt caught it without issue. She watched him carefully, considering her options. Plead guilty and be trapped inside for a year —and barely, for that matter. Scott was stuck for two years minimum and couldn’t go anywhere. She could go to the store, at least. And therapy. She’d have to go therapy. Did she really hate the idea of therapy so much that she was willing to go to prison over it?

The correct answer should be no, she didn’t hate it. But she was really considering it.

“There’s like two more things though,” Foggy quickly continued, watching her closely. She frowned. “You can’t break the Sokovia Accords again; if you do, you will arrested and will be sentenced to two to three years in prison. However…if you tell us where Captain Rogers or Sergeant Barnes are —“

“No,” she snapped at him. “Even if I knew where they were, I wouldn’t give them up. But they dipped and I haven’t seen them since.”

It wasn’t a lie; there was no need to lie. Steve knew better than to put the rest of his team at risk any further. When they were released from the Raft, that was the last she had seen of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. For now, at least.

“I believe you,” Matt responded, his tone light and calmer than it had been their entire meeting. “If you don’t know, you don’t know. But your options are limited now.”

Be a hero or be a government tool. That’s what her options were.

She sure as hell wasn’t going to let someone like Ross have any control over what she did.

“Fine,” she finally caved, running her hands over her face. “Fine, yeah. I’ll accept the fucking deal.”

“This is the best decision you could have made,” Matt offered as reassurance.

She watched him carefully, eyes narrowed some. “Whatever. Just get me out of these cuffs so I can go home.”

Matt stood, adjusting his cane to ensure his stability, then laughed some. “You should be a bit nicer to the people who just got you off.”

“Maybe if it had been in the fun way, I would be.”

Matt opened his mouth to retort but Foggy made a gagging sound. “Don’t you respond to that, Murdock. I swear to god,” Foggy pushed Matt out the door before any other comments could be made.

*****

House arrest wasn’t necessarily the worst thing in the world, she decided a month or so into her sentence.

Following all the protocols was annoying. She had to call Jimmy Woo every time she wanted to go to the store. And every Thursday when she went to therapy. Sometimes, she’d have an escort when they felt she was going out too much (“How many boxes of tampons does one woman need?” “Do you understand that I have to use like two a day, right? And that like, with all the medical stuff, sometimes my cycle will last like three —“ “Please stop it’s fine. Let’s just go.”).

But otherwise, she was okay. Her bookshelf was finally getting a dent in it. And she had forced Woo to go buy her paint so she was painting various rooms. She was considering starting an online degree; something to fill the time. After all, if she was being forced to retire, she’d need to enter the workforce somehow. But she spent a lot of time in the apartment gym, and on the roof. And at the pool. Things were okay. She was okay. She could do a year of this.

Therapy wasn’t okay. And a year of that might kill her.

She wondered if she would ever actually enjoy talking to her therapist. Every time she went, all she wanted to do was stuff cotton in her ears. It was all coping mechanisms and trying to get her to admit she was filling a void somehow with vigilantism. They kept saying they wanted to help; that if they could diagnose her with PTSD or anxiety or something —that could explain her behaviors.

Of course she had PTSD though. She actively worked in a field where she watched people die. Where she let people die. Where she killed people. And she’s had diagnosed anxiety since she was 16; she tried explaining that and the therapist didn’t seem to listen. She knew exactly why she did the things she did; there wasn’t a need for some government appointed therapist to tell her.

“Could it be related to your…abilities?” The therapist had asked her today.

“Could what be?”

“Your anxiety.”

“I mean when you’re forcibly experimented on from ages 10 to 16, probably.”

That was an admission though. She had finally admitted something that the therapist didn’t know. And she cursed under her breath when she realized it. The therapist seemed thrilled that she finally got something from her though.

“Can you elaborate on that?” They asked.

“I’d rather not.”

The therapist glanced at the clock and sighed, taking off his glasses. “Next week then. Maybe write it down; it could help.”

She gave him a clearly faked smile and stood, exiting without a word. Jimmy sat outside, waiting for her like he always did. Coffee in hand, he held it out to her as he stood up.

“Your lawyer is outside.”

“Which one? Weird name or blind guy?”

“Blind guy.”

“Phenomenal.”

She took her coffee from him, following close behind as they exited the building. Jimmy wasn’t lying (not that she thought he was, but she had kind of hoped he was), as Matt was leaning against the wall, cane resting against his shoulder.

“Agent Woo, thank you for letting me wait for her,” he offered with a polite smile, extending his hand.

“How did you —“

“Lucky guess; I’ve tried it on a few people so far.”

She watched the exchange with narrowed eyes, frowning some as the men shook hands. Jimmy explained that Matt had requested a meeting and with given permission from the courts, she was left in his watch. Jimmy was relieved to be given a break, but warned that she was to be taken straight back to her apartment. Matt promised and they were off.

“Two things,” she started, standing there for a second. “We don’t have a car, so we have to walk. And also, how can I be under your watch if you can’t see me?”

Matt laughed, shaking his head. “May I?” He asked, touching her arm lightly. She hesitated then nodded. “If you nodded —“

“Fuck, sorry. Yeah go ahead.”

He laughed again, and she hated that she was starting to like the sound of it. Relaxing, she let him hold her arm and they began to walk down the street. His grip was sure but gentle, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling.

“I don’t need to see you to keep watch over you,” he explained, allowing her to take the lead. His cane was resting against his chest again, just enough to not be in the way of them walking but enough for him to use it if needed. “And what are you gonna do? Hit a blind man?”

“I’m tempted every time we meet, Murdock.”

“I’ll pray for you then.”

She laughed this time, unable to help herself. “What do you want?” She finally asked, looking at him as they stopped at a cross walk. “You did your job and if you’re trying to bill me —“

He shook his head, smiling as he instinctively looked down. “No, no I’m not here to bill you. Much to Foggy’s dismay.” She watched him, taking in the bruises that seemed to be healing over, but noted the others that were just forming over his cheeks and neck. “I honestly just wanted to check on you. House arrest isn’t easy on anyone.”

“House arrest isn’t bad. Take half a step to your right.” She nudged him over some, stepping over someone’s leg that was sitting out in the walkway, someone asking for money that she didn’t have. She moved back towards the center of the sidewalk. “It’s the therapy that’s probably gonna kill me.”

He thanked her for avoiding the person, then chuckled at her dislike of therapy. “It can’t be that bad. Have you actually opened up?”

“If you think I’m gonna tell you anything I’ve told them, you’re blind and stupid.”

“You really could stand to be nicer, you know.”

“I’m walking my lawyer to my apartment, after he lied to my court appointed babysitter to talk to me. Why should I be nice?”

“Because I lied to your court appointed babysitter and now you have a friend to talk to.”

She scoffed, elbowing him in the side. “I thought it was a sin to lie.”

“I’ve been to church a lot since I met you.”

Something about his tone shifted when he said that, and her heartbeat picked up as she flushed. Unbeknownst to her, Matt picked up on her reaction immediately, feeling her pulse quicken in his grasp on her arm. Hearing her heartbeat faster. Whatever the implication there was, she wasn’t sure what to do with it; what was she supposed to say? Sorry you’re going to hell because of me? That seemed cross, even for her.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” was what she managed to say.

Jesus Christ.

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𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 ❪ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 ❫

𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞, 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : no one!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jj maybank x fem!reader

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 : angst

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : jj uses you as a bet for money

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : crying (A LOT), heartbreak, language, fighting, drug usage, suicide attempt (pls don't do this my loves since there are so many people around you that love you and care about you, and if you need help then don't be afraid to ask for it. you guys can talk to me anytime you want, doesn't matter if its 3 am in the morning)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this imagine is an au and it doesn't have the gold and stuff! also guys ik i haven't posted in like a month? that's bcs of school && exams and stuff so sorry about that. and ummmm i hope you like this imagine <3 and also i'm working on a pt2 of my rafe fic - forever, check it out <3 [ ps there will be a part 2 for sure ;) ]

It was impossible for you to believe that this was actually happening. It was impossible for you to grasp how someone could be so ruthless and emotionless with someone else's feelings. How could the boy you loved, the boy you thought loved you, do this to you? All you could feel at the current moment was pain and a sense of being used and betrayed. You felt as though you meant nothing to him, as if he never loved you.

You remembered the moment when everything went down, all too well. You were standing on the porch of the Chateau, listening to the shouting match going on inside, confused as to what was happening.

“You’ve gotta tell her man!” You heard John B exclaim, “This isn’t right JJ! Y/N’s in love with you for god’s sake!”

John B's words made your eyebrows furrow. What in the world was he talking about? You pressed your ear to the door, trying to listen more about what they were arguing about.

“Don’t you think I know that?!” Your boyfriend shouted at John B, “But it’s different now, I’m in love with her too! So, let’s just drop the whole thing and move on!”

“J, she deserves to know the truth, you owe her at least that much.” John B breathed deeply before looking sternly into JJ's eyes and saying, “If you won't tell her, I will.”

“What the fuck John B?” JJ growled at the brunette, "You're my friend, you can't do that.”

“You're right, I am your friend JJ, but I’m Y/N’s too.”

At the very moment, as you leaned on the door a little more hard, to listen more carefully, the door accidentally creaked open and you let out a small shriek as both of John B's and JJ's heads snapped towards you.

“Y/N? what are you doing here?” JJ looked at you startled as he asked you the question, his voice tinged with what you could decipher as panic and a hint of slight fear.

“I just came over to hang out, when I heard you guys bickering.” You eyed them both suspiciously as their demeaner had suddenly changed since they’d seen you. “What were you two talking about?”

JJ’s eyes widened, “You didn’t hear everything did you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean JJ?”

Both of them remained silent, unsure of what to say or do, and you stood there, beyond confused. Clearly, whatever the concern was, it included you, so you had a right to find out what it was.

“JJ, if you're in trouble or anything like that, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me about it,” You said to your boyfriend, who was standing in front of you, “I love you, J. No matter what happens, we'll work through it together.”

JJ glanced back towards John B, the two of them still staying silent.

You had enough.

“Okay, look, if someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on–”

“JJ used you as a bet for money,” John B blurted out, interrupting your words and shocking you.

“John B, what the fuck dude!” JJ shouted in anger, clenching his jaw and fists as he glared at the brunette boy. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I told you before itself man, she's my friend, and she deserves to know the truth,” John B put his hands up in surrender, slowly withdrawing from the furious blonde.

You were utterly dumbfounded.

It was as if your mind went blurry as you heard the words – “JJ used you as a bet for money” over and over again in your head as you felt your heart physically break inside your chest. It couldn't be true, right? There was no way JJ would do that to you. He told you himself that he loved you and that he would never hurt you.

“JJ, is it true?” you asked with a small voice filled with heartbreak and hurt, your question stifling the arguing going on between both boys, and the attention of the pair was suddenly drawn back to you. John B's words made you pray to God, hoping that they weren't true – you knew you wouldn't be able to endure such pain.

A wave of guilt overcame JJ's body as he looked at the girl in front of him. Your expression showed the depth of your hurt and JJ's mouth went dry as he remained silent, not able to find the courage to admit to the horrible thing he'd done.

JJ's silence answered your question pretty well.

“Wow . . . ” Taking a deep breath, you raked your hands through your hair and tried to comprehend the information you had just received. Heartache slipped down your face in the form of small tears which were slowly flowing down your cheeks.

“Y/N I–” JJ reached out, grabbing your arm.

It was as if a bomb had just exploded.

“Don't fucking touch me JJ,” You hissed at him, pushing him away from you. “I can't believe you would do this to me! You knew all the shit that was going on in my life, and you promised not to hurt me. You told me you loved me.”

“I did - I do love you Y/N!” JJ pleaded, hoping that you would forgive him even though the odds were pretty unlikely.

What a liar. If he loved you, then he would have never ever even dreamt of hurting you the way he did. You walked up to him – the anger, humiliation and heartbreak taking over you as you punched his chest repeatedly with both your fists.

Knowing that he deserved it, JJ didn't stop you from hitting him. Not that your punches hurt him much.

With angry tears flowing down your tan face, you yelled at him, demanding, “How could you not tell me about this before JJ? It's been a fucking six months since we started dating! And to think all this time, our entire relationship was fake, nothing but a lie.”

JJ shook his head, denying your words, “Our relationship wasn't fake Y/N. It was real, and you know that. Baby, you had me hooked from the very first date and although I knew I should've cancelled the bet, I didn't because I needed the money to pay my father back.”

You stared at him with a mixture of utter bewilderment and unbelief. He played you for six months, just because he wanted to repay his father? He toyed with your emotions and made you fall in love with him only to break your heart in the end? Absolutely ridiculous.

"Well JJ, I hope the money was worth it," You scoffed, "because if you really did love me, then you just lost the one real thing you had in your life. I'm done J. We're over. I never want to talk to you or see your face again."

Your eyes filled with tears as you recalled the flashback, and not being able to control your feelings, you broke down, sliding down onto the floor of your bathroom with your back against the door.

The fact that JJ would hurt you the way that he did shocked you. He was the only person to whom you had completely opened up to and the only person you had told about your beyond terrible life to. Taking into account what your life had been like, you thought he wouldn't hurt you, but here he was, hurting you, just like how numerous people had done before.

Another broken sob escaped your lips as your entire body trembled from the pain, you no longer being able to handle it. It was too much. You couldn't take any more of the heartbreak - the heartbreak of your parents abandoning you, the heartbreak of nearly everyone in outer banks hating you, and finally the heartbreak of the boy you loved, using you for money.

Why did JJ do this to you? Why did the only person you trusted and loved, betray you so drastically? Why did people always leave you? Why did your life always revolve around hurt and heartache?

The pain was everywhere - your heart, your head and your entire body. And all you wanted was for it to be stopped.

You suddenly remembered that you had some leftover medicinal pills in your cabinet. If you had been mentally stable, you wouldn't have done this, but for now, you couldn't take it anymore.

Getting up from the floor, you opened the topmost cabinet and grabbed the orange bottle that was sitting there, and you opened it slowly. Then you took one of the small white pills out and downed it without any second thought. And then you took another one. And another one. And another one.

It wasn't clear how many you had taken before you started to feel dizzy and the world begun spinning around you, and a few seconds later, you vision went completely dark.