#and i'm actually full-on panicking about it every 10 minutes

[theflyingfeeling]

It's not too late to start being kind to yourself today 💕✨️ but i hope tomorrow is a better day for you if today wasn't so great 💖

So sweet of you to say that 🥺 I'm afraid I've already fallen into that vicious "I can't do this" cycle so today's lost, but as I said, maybe tomorrow will be better

[disgustingtwitches]

**MDNI**

"The closest to heaven we'll ever get"

Saw a lot of stuff about Simon helping out a s*x worker. Anyways, it reminded me of a personal experience I had so... Here I am 😃

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*This is kind of Simon needing company and being a weirdo who needs constant validation.

Not gonna lie, it gets blasphemous at the end!

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I always played around with the idea of being an escort. I was offered to do things while working in the strip club, but I always turned it down. I was spending every dollar I made because I could always make more, right? But when I broke up with my ex and realized I didn't have the credit or rental history to get my own place, I started panicking. The only option was to put down at least three months rent cash upfront, to even be considered. Suddenly, money was drying up at the club for me, my regulars were being whisked away by girls who would do more for less. I couldn't really get mad, it's just a part of the game really. So I knew what needed to be done.

I hit up one of my girlfriends and told her that I needed the extra cash and what I was willing to do for it. She helped me set up a website, took professional photos of me, made me business cards. The whole nine yards. Now all I had to do was wait. About a week in, I finally get my first client. It was awkward and surprisingly, both of our first times in this situation. I was sent back home in a black car and a few hundred bucks richer for just 30 minutes of my time. I felt a rush I never felt before.

As the months rolled by, the money came. Luxury was the new standard for me. Designer everything, nice dinners, even nicer dates. To my surprise a majority of my clientele were, at most, 10 years older than me, and even more surprisingly, good looking. Finance bros, guys with daddy's money, or just men who had the money to spare. They always talked about how it was more fun and less work to hire me than get a girlfriend. To get a pretty girl in their arm to parade around that wouldn't bicker and give them a hard time at the end of the night. No feelings attached, just company and good sex.

So here I am Saturday night. Instead of going out to the club like a normal woman my age in Manhattan should be doing. I am in my hotel. Waiting for a call or text from someone. Anybody. My hair in rollers, makeup half done. Just waiting. My phone lights up, a text coming in:

Hi, Gia. Was interested in spending an hour with you tonight, 11pm.

I smiled to myself. Finally, someone who reads my ad properly. Follows the instructions on what to text to me. Straight to the point.

Wonderful, just need a picture of your ID or passport.

I reply. Always a rule my girlfriend drilled into my head. Safety first. If they don't do it, then what could they be planning? Anything goes bad and all you have is a name that couldn't even be real. Any client worth your time understands your safety is a priority. So this was my way of feeling safer. A moment passes before my phone dings again.

A picture of a passport, full name and age. Along with a picture. He's cute. A little older than what I usually get but I'm not complaining. I quickly look him up, nothing out of the ordinary. Good.

Great. Thank you, Simon. I'll send an address for you to send a car at 10:20. Reach out to you then❤️

Before I start to get ready he texts,

Wear something casual.

Not an odd request. Actually most clients prefer it. Want more of a girlfriend vibe rather than an escort. I finished getting ready, helping myself to a glass of wine. Playing my usual bad bitch songs, it helped me turn into the woman I needed to be- from me to Gia.

10:25 rolls around. I get a screenshot of the Uber from him. 5 minutes out. I grab my purse and strut out of my hotel, to a nearby park. Never give your real address. Always make sure you're not being followed.

A black SUV pulls up, I slide in. Exchange pleasantries with the driver and I'm off. Headed to midtown. I share my location with a friend and how long I should be gone. My phone goes off.

Walk into the building and head to the elevators on the left. 36th floor. Apt. 4A.

I nod to myself before shooting a text of confirmation.

Got it. See you soon ;)

I pull up to the building, it's huge. Nicer than most places I've been. He must have some serious cash. I walk into the building and follow the directions he gave me. A little adrenaline rushes through me as I walk up to the door, always did when meeting someone new. I knock. He almost immediately opens the door, as if he was standing in front of it. Waiting.

Simon!

I say with a wide smile. He steps aside as I walk in, looking around. Nice place. Really nice place. Ceiling to floor windows, minimalist decor, the lovely smell of something masculine and expensive. He looks me up and down as I turn to him.

You look just like your pictures.

His voice is deep, alluring, unreadable. Sends a chill up my thighs that shoots straight to my core.

You do too.

I reply playfully. A small twitch plays at the corner of his mouth before disappearing. His face inscrutable. I shimmy off my coat before he takes it, hanging it up in a closet near the entrance. I wait for him to move. He stands, hands in his pockets, studying me. An awkward minute passes before he walks to the living room. I follow.

Really nice place you got here.

I try to make the moment more comfortable.

Hm.

He responds. He wasn't like the other men I've seen before. They are sociable, or at least try to be. I take a seat on the couch next to him, our knees barely touching.

Money's there.

He gestures to an envelope on the table. I nod, grabbing it.

Do you mind if I...?

I ask, opening it up. He nods and stands to pour himself a drink. My eyes widen. This is more than my usual rate. Much more. I'm quiet, trying not to show my shock.

Was hoping to do an overnight, if that's alright.

It was less of a question and more of a statement from him. It was more than enough for a night. I nodded.

Of course, I do wish you would've told me; I would've packed a bag.

I smiled, putting the envelope down on the table. I grab my phone and update my friend on how long I'd be gone for. I put away the phone quickly and look up at him. God, was he hot. And the way he carried himself made him even hotter, so nonchalant. He shrugged, sipping his drink before sitting next to me again, some space between us.

How long you been doing this?

He stares at me, gaze so intense I squirm a little.

Just a few months.

We're quiet again. Usually I try to carry a conversation if the other party can't hold one, but he makes me nervous. I talk again, asking mundane questions. It's like pulling teeth trying to have small talk with him. Maybe he's just not much of a talker.

I scoot closer to him, our knees barely touching. He puts his drink down, and rests his arms on the back of the couch. I lean in closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh before kissing his lips. He kisses back softly. We exchange light, almost timid kisses for awhile. He finally moves. A hand reaching up to grab at my hair, gently pulling. I moan faintly and that seems to set him off. He grabs me by the throat, not hard, just enough to stand me up and guide me to his bedroom; our kisses getting more intense. We strip each other of our clothes. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, it feels like I'm opening a gift on Christmas. He's big. I smile up at him. He just looks down vacantly. I pull down his boxers and his erection springs up, tip drooling. He opens a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom and rolling it on himself.

Lay back.

He commands. I obey, opening my legs. I've done this so many times before, but this time it's different. As unceremoniously as he's treating this, I can't be more excited. His body is amazing, tattoos and scars just adding to the mysterious aura. His natural scent drives me wild. I look up to him as he crawls over me, lining himself up with me. He gives a couple lazy slaps on my slick. I take a sharp breath. He watches as he slides himself in, I tense up. Most guys are well... average. And he's well... much more than that.

Relax.

He huffs. Sliding himself in more, not giving me any time to adjust. I grip the bedsheets, clenching my jaw. I stare up at him, he doesn't even look at me. His face emotionless as he watches himself slide in and out. I try to unclench, opening myself up more to him.

Mhm...

He grunts. My nipples harden at his voice. I moan as he slams into my cervix repeatedly. It makes him shoot his eyes up at me, glaring into mine. His eyes dark pools, intense. He roughly hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up to my chest. He digs even deeper into me as I whimper. He takes quick, shallow breaths.

You're so deep.

I say panting, the breath getting knocked out of me. I reach out to touch his muscular arms. He grunts and pounds harder into me. I throw my head back, whining. Trying to not wince in pain. He slows for a moment, pulling back, keeping my legs on his shoulders as he slides in and out. My breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.

You're hot.

A hint of emotion in his voice, he reaches down to knead my chest. My face gets hot. I tighten around him.

Fuck...

He makes a sound that almost resembles a moan. I smile up at him, almost proud of making him show any emotion. He looks down at me, a flicker in his eyes, a small smirk on his face that leaves as quickly as it came. He parts my legs and rubs at my clit in rough circles. I squirm under him.

Say my name.

He orders. His strokes picking up as I get used to him.

Simon~

As soon as his name leaves my lips, a deep rumble from his chest fills my ears. He leans over me, arms on either side of my head. I reach up to run my hands up and down the back of his neck.

Say you love me.

His request takes me aback. I pull him closer, my lips just under his ear.

I love you~

He immediately tenses up and takes a heavy breath. I could feel him twitch inside me as he finishes. He pulls away quickly, going to the bathroom to throw out the condom and clean up. He brings back a wet towel, wiping me down.

What's your name?

His tone as flat as ever.

Gia.

I responded. I know what he's actually asking me. Never, ever tell a trick your real name. Hell, he shouldn't even know your real age.

You know what I mean.

He glares at me. I shift awkwardly. Don't do it. He doesn't say a word, just stares in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Why should he know your real name anyways? I tell him my name. Stupid. Fucking dumbass. I kick myself. He nods and slides into some sweats, throwing me his shirt.

Let's watch something.

I throw on his shirt. Now this is what I'm used to. Being a temporary girlfriend. Pretending to be affectionate. Giving much needed companionship. He splays out on the couch as I lay on top of him. He turns on the TV, resting a hand on my ass and squeezing it. Maybe this is why he hires girls. Because of how distant he is. The man can't even hold a conversation. He flicks on some show he was in the middle of, a business dramedy that I couldn't care less about. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers through my hair. We're like this for a while, quiet.

Tell me you love me.

He says dryly, looking down at me. I look up and kiss him.

I love you, Simon.

He gets hard immediately, rubbing himself on me. He gets up, lifting me up effortlessly, and throws me on the bed. He lays on top of me, pinning me down onto the bed. Kissing me much more passionately this time, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth.

Keep saying it.

His voice gruff. He moves his kisses down to my neck, pawing at my bust.

I love you, Simon.

I moan. I wanted him so badly. I don't care how I got him, I just wanted to take him. Something about him made me go crazy, deep inside. He yanks up the shirt I was wearing, moving his kisses more and more south.

You fuck other people raw?

I shake my head. I might've been a whore, but I wasn't reckless.

Never.

He nods.

Can I eat you out?

I look down at him. Something about seeing him between my legs makes me wanna say yes. The way his eyes looks almost as if he's pleading, desperate. No way. Never do that.

Yes.

I allow him to keep going. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I allowing this? Before I can think more, he plunges his tongue between my lips. Lapping up desperately, burying his face into me. I roll my eyes back, running my fingers through his hair.

I love you, Simon.

I gasp. It's the only thing he wanted me to say. I saw something in him, the way he reacted when I said that, it made me want to stay in his place forever. To never leave. Make him happy. It's just the good head talking, you'll snap back to your senses afterwards. He moans so quietly I can barely hear it. Barely. My legs on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around my thighs. Digging fingers into the soft flesh. He sucks on my nub repeatedly. It's a tortuously delicious feeling. I grip his hair a little.

I love you, Simon.

I look down at him, watching him devour me. He looks up at me, his eyes showing an emotion I can't decipher. He moves one hand down to slide two fingers into me.

I love you, Simon.

I moan, throwing my head back and smiling.

Hmm...

He mumbled into my heat. Pumping in and out before bending his fingers in a way that presses against my sweet spot. I hiss, pleasure flashing through me like a strobe light. I'm dripping wet. He pulls his fingers out and plunges his tongue into my entrance, trying to suck out every drop of my juices.

You taste good.

Voice as flat as ever, as if he isn't lost in between my folds. He drags his tongue up between my lips, from my entrance to my nub again. He slips his fingers in again, pressing up against my sweet spot repeatedly. I get lost in the feeling. God I could stay like this forever. He looks up at me, like he's looking for validation.

I love you, Simon~

I slip out between heavy breaths. He picks up the pace of his fingers and tongue. My face gets hot as I get closer, grip his hair a little harder. He goes even faster, harder, almost feverant. I roll my eyes back, panting. I whimper before crying out, tightening around his fingers in a vice grip.

I love you, Simon~

I force the words from my throat as I spasm under him. He continues, seemingly determined to draw another climax out of me. I mewled, trying to push his head away. He was unmoving for an unbearable moment. The only sounds were my pants and his slurping.

I love you, Simon.

I wailed, almost hoping it'll make him stop. He does thankfully. He pulls away, tearing off his sweats, beating off himself. Staring at me, his gaze is intense as ever. He grabs me by the thighs and drags me into his lap. He continues to stroke himself, staring into my wet core as if he was hypnotized by it.

Can I...

He starts, almost knowing he shouldn't ask the question.

Can I fuck you raw?

His voice is uncharacteristically soft and unsure. I blink at him, mind racing. ABORT! ABORT! THIS IS LIKE RULE #1 IN HOE-ING!!! He looked so delicious from this angle, his eyes still glued on my wetness. ARE YOU INSANE?? NO!! His throbbing, beautiful dick is twitching.

...yes.

I nod. You're the dumbest person on the planet. I insult myself a million different ways in my head. A brief moment of regret is replaced with pleasure as he slides his tip teasingly in and out of me. His jaw clenches, chest rising and falling faster. His voice cracks as a moan escapes him, his eyebrows furrow.

I love you, Simon.

I stare at him, eyes half lidded. The smallest smile spreads across his face, still looking at himself entering me. He inches his way in. Pulling in and out, going deeper each time. I squeeze him, make him bite his lip.

That's good.

He stated, voice quavering. He clears his throat before grabbing one leg and lifting it to my chest, digging deep into me. I take a sharp breath in. He hovers over me, arms on either side of my head again. He slides in and out, slowly at first then picking up to a punishing pace. I whimper and wiggle under him. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes that bore into mine.

I love you, Simon.

I stare right back at him, passion shooting right out of my eyes. His eyes flutter for a moment before blinking back into his cold, unnerving self. He continues to dig himself into me, slamming and grinding himself into the deepest parts of me. It's a painfully addicting feeling. I take his hand and press it up against my lower stomach so he can feel how much he fills me. He clenches his jaw so hard, it looks like his head could pop.

I love you, Simon.

I whisper. He drops down on top of me, snaking his arms around and behind my back to grab my ass. His mouth right next to my ear, I can hear his fast and shallow breaths. Little groans that slip out every now and then. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tighter.

I love you, Simon.

I hear him groan under me as I said it again. He goes faster than before, pretty much jackhammering me into the mattress. My mouth is agape and head thrown back. Only grunts escape my throat as I get fucked senseless.

Mhm...like that?

His words bounce around in my empty head. I replay it in my head over and over until I clench around him, he doesn't stop though. It only seems to spur him on even more. His warm breath tickling my ear as it gets more ragged.

Keep saying it.

He demands through gritted teeth.

Fuck... I love you, Simon.

I squeak out the words. He huffs and continues to rampage my body.

Can I come inside you?

He asks- No, begs. No use in turning back now. Just the thought made me close again.

Yes.

I nod and he breathes harder and harder until he pleads in a strained voice,

Say it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.

I love you, Simon~

He spills inside me. His stammered breaths and moans driving me crazy. The feeling of him pumping into me driving me over the edge. I pull him closer, practically squeezing him.

I love you, Simon.

I tenderly kiss the top of his head as he nuzzles into my neck.

How often do you do this?

My head clears, a wave of regret coming over me.

Never. I never even hired anyone before you.

He says in a way so sincere I honestly believe him. How do you know when a trick is lying? Their mouth is open. Rules. Rules to live by, to be able to survive doing what I do. Rules. They all meant nothing as soon as I laid eyes on him. Somehow saw this coming a mile away in the back of my head. He pulled away from my grasp, disappointment flooded me. He leaned back, opening my legs: watching both of our cum dripping out of me.

Say it.

His eyes so focused, as if he were trying to take a picture with his mind; so he would never forget this moment.

I love you, Simon.

I say with a tender smile. His dick jumps. Good lord is this man insatiable. He stands up and does the same routine as before, cleaning himself up and then me. He hands me his shirt:

Here.

I throw it on and he leads me to the bathroom, grabbing me by the shoulders and making me face the mirror. He gently pushes my back, I lean my elbows on the countertop. I stand on the balls of my feet, trying to get my hips to meet his. As I look in the mirror, his face looks almost tender watching me sway my hips.

I love you, Simon~

I sing softly. He bites his lip, entering me again. God, I never get used to the feeling. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, he bottoms me out. Groaning louder this time, he pulls my hair back so I'm looking directly at the mirror, locking eyes with him.

S'it, pretty girl...

A corner of his mouth upturned just enough to know he's enjoying himself. His words make me flutter around him. He groans and starts to pound into me. The bathroom is filled with the duet of our breaths and groans. He pulls my hair so my back is pressed against his chest. He rests a hand on my throat, squeezing just enough. Moves his lips to my neck, still sliding in and out of me.

You love me? Huh?

He grunts, warm breath on the pulse of my neck.

I love you. So much.

I moaned. I repeated the phrase so many times, it started coming out of my mouth naturally. He moved his hand from my hair to my lower stomach, pressing against it so he could feel himself hitting my walls.

You love this dick, yeah? Say it.

His voice getting more demanding and urgent. I nod and look at him through the mirror, smiling.

I love it, I love this dick so much, Simon~

He nips at my neck as he continues to fuck me. His nips turn into bites. Bites that definitely leave marks. I didn't care, that didn't matter right now.

You're never fucking leaving, you know that?

A threat that sounded like heaven to me. He could keep me chained to the bed and I wouldn't care, just as long as he kept fucking me like this. I giggled with excitement.

You like that, hm?

He smiles against my skin before continuing to lick and bite my neck.

I love it~

I truly did. It felt heavenly. Better than anyone I've ever had. Ever. Something felt so familiar about his touch. As if I belonged there.

I love you, Simon~

At this point I feel like I'm reciting a prayer, the words flowing out of me like a stream. I was melting in his arms.

Turn around, wanna see that pretty face.

I did so eagerly as he lifted me up on the counter and slid inside me. I smirked up at him. He, as always, was watching himself impale me.

Looks so pretty...

He seemingly mumbled to himself. He leaned down and pressed our foreheads together, a firm hand on the back of my head. Hitting a spot so deep inside me I never knew I had. We were like this for a long minute, sloppy sounds of our sex bouncing off the walls.

I love you, Simon.

I stared into his eyes. They seem to soften for a moment before he tightened the grip on the back of my neck. A huff, and then he came undone. He stayed inside me until he was soft. He pulls out and pushes his fingers into my cunt, stuffing his seed back into me.

Hm.

He grunts in a way that sounds like approval before helping me off the counter. He leads me to bed and slips under the covers.

In my arms.

Commanding as he usually does. I press my head against his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. He wraps an arm around me, his touch much gentler than before. I fall asleep. Not too sure if he does too.

Morning comes and I'm woken up by the sun shining in my face. Sitting up, I'm in his bed, still wearing his shirt. Alone. I walk out to the living room and see him setting up breakfast on the coffee table.

You made this?

I question, surprised.

Ordered it. Good morning.

He turns to me, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks at me expectantly. I blink at him.

Good morning.

I say. He looks at me as if he was anticipating something else. I think for a moment before suddenly remembering.

I love you, Simon.

He steps to the side, inviting me to sit on the couch. I help myself to a seat and look at the plate in front of me. It's simple, French toast and eggs. I help myself.

Are you gonna eat anything?

I look at him quizzically. He shakes his head, staring like always. We're silent as I finish my plate. I grab my phone and check the time. Almost time for me to leave.

Can I book you for longer?

His voice is gruff. An underlying tone, pleading?

It'll be expensive.

I didn't want to say that. Wanted to say I'll stay as long as he likes. But I already made too many mistakes. Gotta get back on track.

I don't care.

Of course he didn't. He could probably buy me out for the rest of my life if he wanted to. He pulled out his phone, asking for my personal number so he could send the money straight to my bank account. Hesitantly I gave it to him. He probably could find out that stuff if he wanted to anyways. My phone dings, I check my bank app. My eyes pop out of my head. I look up at him bewildered.

How long would that get me?

He asks, as if he didn't send me an ungodly amount of money.

It's enough for a whole week...

Shock still overwhelming me.

You wanna stay that long?

He doesn't really ask. He knows I'll say yes. Doesn't even wait for my answer.

I'll let you get your things.

He throws some of his clothes my way and sends me back in a car to the hotel. I grab my bags and checkout. Is this really happening? A call from my girlfriend. I tell her about his extension. She says something about making sure he's not a serial killer. We laugh, tells me to have fun, don't fall in love. I scoff as if that was the stupidest idea I've heard. As soon as I know it I'm back at his place, he's grabbing bags from me, setting them to the side. Turning to me and running a hand up the side of my waist.

I love you, Simon.

We spend the whole week tangled up in each other. Taking a break before I say those four words and he has me pinned against a wall or over a dresser or kitchen counter. Any flat surface, really.

It's Saturday night and we're showering, cleaning off sweat and other bodily fluids from each other. His touch is so gentle, handling me like I was a piece of china. He liked me. It was obvious. Seemed like the only way he knew how to show it was by fucking me, though. I liked him too. Maybe not to the extent he did.

Seemed like he found something he needed for a long time. He was hungry. Famished. He couldn't just let go of me. He's not satiated yet. Don't know if he'll ever be. It was a looming feeling. Dark and heavy. A little scary. But it made me feel more desired than I've ever been before. And not just a carnal desire. It made me feel coveted.

We're laid up on his couch. Watching the show I didn't care for before, a little more invested. My phone lights up, buzzing. The name of a regular of mine across the screen in big bold letters. This is usually the time of the month he calls to set up a date. A reminder that this is all temporary. I let it go to voicemail. He tenses up. Jealousy and disappointment radiating off him.

How much for the whole month?

He doesn't even let me think of an answer before speaking again.

How much to make you quit for good?

I'm a little shook, sure I've heard it a dozen times before. Always said in jest. But he's serious. The few words he said, he always seemed to mean. No need to waste his breath beating around the bush. My heart races. I can feel his pound against mine. A number doesn't come to my head.

Let's just see how this goes.

He doesn't like that answer. He wants something solid. A promise that I'll never leave. More than a promise. But that's as good as he can get right now. There's a tense silence between us.

I love you, Simon.

The only thing I can think of saying right now. He takes hold of me, climbing into the bed and sits me in his lap. His back against the headboard.

C'mon love.

He says frigid. An underlying tone of disappointment and hurt. I slide myself down on him, a little more adjusted to his size now. He wraps strong arms around my waist, pulling me so close it seems like he wants to coalesce into my very being.

Give me a number.

A demand that seems more like a plea. We hold each other. Unmoving as he is still buried deep inside me.

Maybe it is a little toxic to spiral into the addiction to fast money. Maybe I'm a little sick of pretending to be the perfect woman. Maybe it is a little exhausting to be a fantasy and nothing more. Maybe it is a little lonely when it's just me lying in bed, when I have to comfort others. Where's my comfort in all of this? Where's my happiness in all of this? No more fake smiles. No more fake orgasms. No more fake feelings. I don't care if he's lying. I want to indulge in delusion. Even for a moment.

Ok.

I give in. He leans over, placing me on my back before adjusting himself on top of me. Touches my face, his showing an emotion that is genuine and staggering. Devotion? It feels like it.

I could almost cry, the way he takes me like I'm his. The way he talks to me like I'm not someone he hired. That didn't matter anymore. I wasn't an escort to him. I was his girl. The sex was different. Transcendant. Divine. Did I know I wanted to be saved? Of course I didn't know; for the life of sin and suffering is simply a thing to toil in until you are shown salvation. Every time he came, he baptized me. I was born again in his eyes, I was perfect and clean. Absolved of my sins.

He looked at me with so much adoration. I looked up at him, much in the same way Magdalene did to her Redeemer. He had turned a prostitute into a Saint. The unshakeable feeling of deliverance washed over as he touched me, no longer a leper. I was saved by him. His body. His sweat. His seed. Akin to taking Communion. The closest to heaven we'll ever get.

[r3starttt]

ROOMMATES

PAIRING: ellie x abby

CW: fluff. modern au. hc's.

SUMMARY: Abby and Ellie and the begging of their roommate era <3

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Ellie who was awkwardly checking her phone when she first met Abby. Her fingers nervously tapping random stuff on her notes app, on the calculator, sending desperate messages to anyone just to avoid small talk.

there's this blonde girl I'm probably gonna be roommate with she's massive lol

Abby who would glance at Ellie here and there just to make sure the girl was keeping up with the whole tour and to get any sign that could let her know if she was actually interested in the whole roommate thing.

"The girl that came to see the place is a nerd, she's being all awkward and not talking at all. She's also wearing those black converse everyone likes for no reason."

"abs u listen to classical music to study stfu"

Abby who had to speak to Ellie first and directly ask if she was interested or not. And Ellie who struggled to talk but eventually managed to make the deal with Abby.

"Ellie, right?" the freckled cheeks hadn't been that red in a while. Not that she got scared or anything, she just felt extremely panicked thinking the blonde girl in front of her was about to start small talk- plus, she caught her off guard. "So, what do you think?" Abby crossed her arms, an habit- just there she realized how annoyed she looked. She wasn't, of course, but how could the auburn tell?

Abby, who Inmediatelly put the rules. No eating in the couch unless you have visits, and if so, you clean. No noise after 10 pm and no visits without warning nor after 10 pm either. You wash your dishes, you cook your food. bla bla. bla

"Hey so... uhm" Ellie's hands felt sweaty, her fingers fidgeted with each other as she let herself rest comfortably against the doorframe of Abby's room, who looked attentive.

The blonde's arms and legs crossed as she rested against her chair, seemingly frustrated by some stuff she was working on in her desk. "My... uh, I'm bringing someone? I was wondering- it's Friday, maybe I-"

"Yeah, I dont mind it. Just try to keep it quiet"

Abby who was also the first to break the rules

And there she was, flirting with the girl Ellie had fought so much to gain the smallest attention- "Yeah? is that so? oh... really?" currently one am and whatever stress she'd gathered along the week long forgotten.

Ellie who eventually put her own rules. And who got humbled every time because she didn't really care so Abby was the one reminding her about it.

"Why don't you just take mine?" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full, her phone in one hand and her bowl of cereal in the other as she watched the blonde walk all over the small kitchen.

Abby had been around five minutes trying to find a clean tupper of her own, almost having a crisis because oh she was one long minute late already. "You told me not to touch your stuff"

Abby who's super cool to Ellie's eyes, and Ellie who brags about her very cool roommate who's also very smart and strong and nice and sweet and nerdy and many cute stuff.

"didn't you say you wanted to find other place last week?"

"shut up jesse, she just- she was so annoying that day, okay? we are good now"

"we? bro she doesn't even talk to you"

Abby who made it feel illegal to even walk pass her room if her door was open? she was so strict over privacy matters. And Ellie who couldn't care less, taking any chance she had to glance at the room.

"You don't like star wars? what's with the poster then-" and only there, with Abby's look and the awkward silence, Ellie realized she had just fucked the little chance she had to get along with the blonde.

Abby, who eventually stopped caring so much about privacy matters and rules, it was practically impossible. Ellie was charming in her own way, and Abby wasn't so serious after all.

"The movie was lame" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full of a mix of chocolate and whatever else. Abby’s fingers stopped their track between the blonde locks being unbraided- her face into a frown as she met Ellie’s eyes. "You don't like anything! it's the fifth-" Their voices overlapped, Ellie denying whatever statement the blonde was trying to explain or prove. "You choose the next one and better keep quiet-" and again, shouting and anxious eating from Ellie who couldn't feel more comfortable suddenly.

[lil-elle]

KIDS WITH XIKERSS🥺🥺🥺 What would it be like to have a family with them?😭😭😭

I'll actually cry thinking about this, I'm not joking

XIKERS as Dads T-T

pairs: bf/hus!xikers (?) x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, parenthood (?), fluff

word count: 1.3k

content: cute fluffy dad behaviour

a/n: daddy issues go so crazy...

Minjae:

Likes to think he'd know what to do but when it actually comes to it, he's a confused mess

At first, if you left him alone with the baby to go grocery shopping or something, he'd be calling you after like 10 minutes like “Um, please come back, she's trying to eat paper towels and I don't know what to do…” in a very panicked voice that you don't usually hear from him

He'd get it eventually, but he'd be such a weak spot for your daughter, always getting her fast food when she wants it, taking her to the park whenever he can, not being able to resist when she points and asks if she can get some ice cream at the grocery store

Would be the softest dad ever, always talking sweetly to her and making time for her

She'd definitely grow up being a dad's girl, listening to music with him, cooking with him, dancing with him

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Junmin:

Anxious, paranoid dad. Looks up every little thing she does, worried it's a sign of illness or injury

Actually quite a good carer though, insisting that you stay in bed and let him handle it when she starts crying in the middle of the night

Definitely looks at her with the softest eyes, the type to think he wouldn't be all that crazy about having kids but once he has one, he's so so full of love and joy

Would end up being maybe a little strict just because he's over paranoid. Once she's a teen you'd have to convince him to let her do certain things like hang out with her friends because he thinks they'll be drinking and doing drugs (I swear he means well)

The type to have a heart to heart with her because she's mad at him for being so strict, and he'd tear up while telling her that he's just so worried about her

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Sumin:

The fun one

Shows pictures of you and her to everyone at work, so incredibly proud and happy of his family “Look at her, isn't she cute!!”

Spoils her every Christmas, birthday, any holiday basically. Even not on holidays, comes home with gifts for her and you have to warn him not to spoil her too much in case she becomes a spoilt brat

Would listen to her babble about her cartoons or favourite toys and would definitely actually enjoy watching cartoons and playing with toys with her

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Jinsik:

The emotional one. Cries with every milestone like first steps, first day of school, every birthday, first play date, anything really

Thought he'd be a bad father but is actually really naturally caring and nurturing

Would sit and help with her homework until she gets to like 10th grade and he's skipping out saying he's “busy” but it's actually because he barely understands it himself

Would let her run and jump into his arms every time he got home from work

You'd catch them napping together on the couch after getting home one day because they both got sleepy watching a movie and cuddling

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Hyunwoo:

Kinda goofy and also really confused when it comes to caring for her

Would do a ton of research and still be like “is this right?” “Oh god what do I do??”

Would absolutely adore her though, taking pictures whenever she does something cute and geeking out while showing you and obsessing over it for days

You'd walk into her room one day to find him holding her and just looking at her with the softest smile on his face. You'd walk up to him and he'd meet your eyes before smiling super duper wide, just so happy

He doesn't usually cry but he'd tear up seeing her leave for her first day at school and turn away from you like “I'm not crying, don't look!”

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Junghoon:

Would be super nervous about taking care of her on the inside, even if he didn't show it on the outside

Doesn't seem like the type to be a fan of kids but his is the only exception - he adores her

Would keep a picture of her in his wallet or on his desk at work

Would always prioritise her over anything else. She's sick at school? Immediately leaves work to take her home and take care of her. She's crying over something? Would sit down with her and comfort her

Would sit on the couch with her on his lap watching cartoons and he'd absolutely fall asleep there, knocked out while she's bouncing up and down singing to the theme tune of her favourite show

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Seeun:

Wide eyed whenever she does something new like giggles or grabs his finger

Would never ever admit how much he adores her but you'd catch him peeking into the crib while she sleeps, just smiling softly and getting jumpscared when he notices you behind him

Would go insane when she has her first steps, jumping up and down and yelling. He'd only calm down once he realises that he might be scaring or upsetting her by being loud

Would take her on little daddy daughter dates after school, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to a nearby cafe while talking cutesy with her and letting her choose whatever she wants from the sweets in the Cafe

Would always fight for her if she got in trouble at school, insisting that there's no way his precious angel started a fight and it was definitely the other kids fault

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Yujun:

Tears and giggles from him no matter what she does. She'd giggle and the he'd giggle and his giggling would make her giggle harder, just an endless cycle

She'd definitely tale after him, being super super adorable and everyone would be able to tell, commenting on it and making him shy

Would build pillow forts with her and read her stories and she fell asleep, then carry her to bed and kiss her forehead and tucked her in

Many nights of all 3 of you falling asleep in bed together snuggled up, especially if it's cold or she's had a nightmare

Would wear matching Halloween costumes with her every Halloween because she loves it so much

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Hunter:

Definitely seems like the type to know he wants a family, and once he has it he's just as thrilled as he thought he'd be

Would sing to her to help her sleep while running his finger down the bridge of her nose

Would always carry her from the car to her bed without waking her up if she fell asleep

Would be super prepared with making sure she had everything she needed for school everyday, would always make sure she ate enough and was happy everyday

Just a few months after having the first one he'd already be like “let's have another one”

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Yechan:

Would be super panicky and confused. She'd start crying and he'd make a silly face to try and cheer her up but she'd just cry harder and he'd be like “HONEY HELP, I MADE IT WORSE.”

Would burst into hysterical laughter at any small thing she did, would somehow always manage to stay positive and find it funny even if she flings food at the wall or draws on everything with permanent marker

You'd have to be the one to discipline her because Yechan would never have the heart to 

He's the type to high five her if she fights someone at school. “Did he start it?” “He called me a butthead >:( so I hit him” “Good job, sweetheart” *high five*

Would work together with her to pull pranks on you and then run away together, “Mommy's so scary isn't she” he'd chuckle

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Fictober 2024

Full Moon

Prompt: 11 ("well, that worked out great")

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: E+10

"Thanks for getting here so quick, John."

"No problem. It sounded like an emergency."

"Uh, kinda. Things did settle down after I called you."

"Really? You sounded pretty panicked. And where's Carrie?"

"That's why I called you. I... I should just show you." I led John into my house. I brought him to my bedroom. "She's in here, but be quiet. She's...... excitable."

I opened the door very slowly. We peeked in. I couldn't see Carrie yet so I kept going. I still couldn't see her. The door was almost fully open. Something shot out of the closet. A heavy weight tackled me. I was being assaulted.

My face was getting covered in wolf slobber. "Bleh! Carrie! Stop!" It took a good minute, but Carrie finally stopped licking me. The giant wolf girl got off me and I was able to stand up. "Yeah so, she turned into a wolf."

"Was she bit recently?"

"What?"

John was looking over Carrie who was currently sitting next to me, panting. She was almost as tall as John while sitting. "Was she bit recently?"

"Uh, I think about a month ago she might have been. She came home real drunk and said something about a dog attacking her outside the bar. There was a small mark on her shoulder, but it didn't look like an animal bite."

"Well, I'd need some silver to confirm, but I'm pretty sure Carrie was attacked by a werewolf."

"A what."

"Werewolf. Tonight is a full moon."

My brain took a moment to reboot. "I'm sorry, a werewolf?"

"Yeah."

I stared at him blankly. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YEAH'!?"

"Oh don't worry. People have way blown out of proportion how dangerous werewolves really are. I mean sure, they are big, slightly humanoid wolves, but they're pretty docile if handled properly."

I inhaled deeply. "Fine. She's a werewolf. Now John, how do we fix this?"

"Fix?"

I stared daggers at him.

"I don't know if this is something that really needs to be fixed." He started scratching behind Carrie's ear.

"But she's a werewolf! There has to be a cure."

"Well there is a vaccine against Lycanthropy, but it only works to prevent it, not cure it."

"Yeah I know what a vaccine does. There's no cure?"

"The best cure is to provide her with love and care every full moon."

"You"re suggesting the power of love? Really?"

"The power of love has time and again proven to be the strongest power out there."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "So, as long as I love my girlfriend, she'll turn into, what, an big, excitable dog every full moon?"

"For the most part. I can get you a pamphlet with more info."

"A pamphlet for if your girlfriend becomes a werewolf?"

"Well, it's for loved ones in general, but basically."

"...Thanks for coming John. You've been decidedly unhelpful."

I started escorting John to the front door. Carrie followed us. "Don't be like that. There's a lot of people out there that would love a werewolf girlfriend."

"I don't go to those parts of the internet John." I opened the door and pushed him out. "Call me if you have some actually helpful advice." And I slammed the door. I leaned into the door with my back against it. I heard a small whine.

Carrie looked at me. She did still have a human intelligence behind her eyes. "Well, that worked out great." Carrie padded over to me and brushed herself up against me. I started to pet her. I sighed. "Werewolf girlfriend huh? ...Maybe I should visit those parts of the internet."

[pastrygeckos]

Felt soooo bad for Flan last night, she had managed to get the shed off of the most of her body after we helped with her face, but after an additional 24 hours and two saunas, we had to help out with her toes and such, plus we needed to have a look at her eye and flush it a bit. And on top of it all, she'd apparently bit herself in the tail during shedding, so when we came to get the skin off she started bleeding a little and I absolutely panicked thinking it was our fault (but upon flushing and disinfecting with reptile-safe wound cleaner, we could clearly see the little dotted marks from her tiny teeth) 😩 We're still not sure if we're getting anywhere with her eye, she definitely did get the new shed/cap off herself, but it's almost like it's actually her eyelid that's more affected than the eye now hhhh.

She's really splooting down onto the heat for naps recently (she likes her heat mat a little bit hotter than the others, 32-33°c instead of 31-32°, but the ambient temperature has been going down recently as the weather cools).

I'm adding a cut here, for long post reasons. More in-depth info about the current situation.

Basically, the next step if we're not able to work it out ourselves, would be to take her in to the vet to put her under to really get in there, but we're not very confident that she would actually survive that. So between digging into info, getting help and advice from an admin from Geckos Unlimited, observing her at home and attempting various treatments (we now know it's not an infection, or the antibiotic drops would've helped, and after seeing the vet apply dye, we know it's not a cut or an ulcer), we are also really desperate to leave her alone as much as possible. It's gotten more difficult for us to get a good look at her eye, because she's caught on, and now closes them whenever she sees us. Obviously yesterday we had to help her out, and flush her eye, so now we wait ~again~ and cross our fingers once more.

All in all, the things we've been doing, include:

Keeping her humid hide moist

Keeping a paper towel sauna with an opening in the tank that she can go in and out voluntarily

Keeping a small dish with moist cotton on the warm side to increase humidity (conveniently, she likes laying her face right on top of it)

Adding vitamin drops with Vitamin A and retinol in her water dish

Gut loading feeders with lots of vegetables and insect food formula

Giving her a full-on sauna every 3-4 days in an (aerated) feeder tub by putting wet paper towel into the tub, closing the lid, and placing it over the heat mat so it steams up with condensation (she goes in for 10-15 minutes)

Keeping a close look on her eye

Note any changes in her condition

Flushing her eye with saline as needed (in attempts to flush away foreign objects and/or eye goop)

If you have any other additional advice or anything (would something like a video of the eye help?), please let us know.

Took her to the vet, they saw the swelling but she wouldn't open her eye after having dye put into it, and it looked a bit 'sticky' so we did a course of antibiotic eye drops. When we came back home, we were able to see her eye properly while the dye was still there, and confirm there were no cuts or marks on it

Adding a rough rock to rub on, in addition to various cork bark

She's mad grumpy lately but I can't blame her!

[hiddensquid13]

Only the most important questions from that ask game

1. who is/are your comfort characters)?

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

20. do you say soda or pop?

27. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

1. Ruby Rose, my blorbo <3 wanna know what scene plays on repeat in my mind? The volume 6 finale when the leviathan grimm shows up, everyone is panicking and asking her what to do and not giving her any time to think. So she calls jinn for some space, her summoning pauses time, and after catching her breath, she immediately says, " I'm sorry... I don't have a question for you I just... needed some time to think." I love my stressed out girl. Also, my usual favorite characters are: upbeat engineer, goth, and constantly suffering. And Ruby hits all three.

14. FUCK YEAH I LOVE PETRICHOR!!! Easily one of my top ten favorite smells (don't ask me for the full list, there isn't actually one)

20. I say Soda! But I have nothing against people who call it pop, they're both really fun words

27. AHAHAHA HAHaha aha ha.... ah.... it varies from 4 to 10 every night. But I can tell you one thing for sure: I need to be awake 7 hours and 41 minutes from now so I can play dnd, and I'm not tired yet... whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[harmoniousworld]

I wanted to document this here if that's allowed. I have a comorbid situation along with EDS. I went to the ER today. Idk if I'm having a side effect from a new medicine or not. While at the ER, at about 4:00 a.m., I took "magic mouthwash" along with Amoxicillin, given by the ER doctor. I have taken the Amox. in the past and tolerated it rather well.

The side effects I felt of the mouthwash only lasted for 30 minutes. My throat got tight, but it was nothing major... nothing overly alarming.

Then I got home at about 5 or 6 a.m. and fell asleep by about 7:10 a.m. I slept for only 45 minutes before a new, unusual, alarming "ailment" woke me up. **Note: I may have had a similar event during 20 min of sleep before even heading to the ER, but I was not fully aware of what happened during my sleep that triggered the medical attack.

So, as for the medical event at 7:10 a.m., I really don't know if this was the same event as which I experienced before or if it was new and possibly from the medicine. Maybe the Amoxicillin was too strong of a dose for my body size.

This new symptom is extremely scary, and I'm not sure how to describe it fully, but I'll do my best:

I woke up with intense head pressure, but not my usual migraine or pressure that I have everyday. This was on top of it. And during this episode, I felt intense seizurish activity, but no seizure that was visible or even felt. No shaking. No staring type of seizure either. Electrical feeling. During this episode, I felt like my brain was very confused and disoriented (way worse than when you typically awaken). I felt like I was about to have a seizure, but I didn't. (I do get seizures regularly and oftentimes will get the warning.) But this was so different. It really didn't feel like a type of seizure. Anyway, it also felt like I was actively dying.... not to be confused with being afraid of dying. I was not panicked or afraid. It happened out of nowhere. I felt my brain like scrambling the electrical wires and trying to connect while the intense head pressure let up. The episode mostly resolved, until I went back to sleep for 1 second and it happened again. I woke up, took 20 seconds to recover, and went back to asleep... only to repeat again. I do have central sleep apnea, by the way. I feel like this is a mixture of some existing ailments, combined with a bad reaction to one of the medicines. I am now avoiding sleep because when I fall asleep I literally feel myself start to enter this most horrifying (for me) symptom.

I also need to mention I have an infection in a gland with tons of swelling (when I eat) that has spread to my head, ears, & neck.

Despite the infection, I don't currently feel feverish, weak, or the way one usually feels with an infection. (I did feel weak and feverish yesterday, though.) I only feel intense pain near the areas of the infection. I also do have a migraine with ear and eye pressure and hundreds of other symptoms that aren't new for me.

I feel the doctor was very negligent because he addressed no side effects of the medication, and he told me there were no further tests for my gland, which was a lie. He was confident that I had a tumor or stone— something blocking my salivary gland. He also kept walking away every time I tried to ask a question. I think he probably just had a lot of patients to tend to and maybe they were understaffed. I just felt like I was kind of left in the dark with all of these questions, and he felt really annoyed with me having to answer any of them let alone the 20 questions I had. They were actually relatively short questions. He cut me off when I 1st arrived as well and I never got to give him the full story. I spoke for 3 minutes straight and I was not allowed to really give the story.

[the-firebird69]

There are things happening here other than the judge ships and the judges getting laid off that's huge it's about 50% of the judges in Florida. And their staff all the staff for the judges that are laid off if they cross over they still are fired if they come back they're arrested I'm so sick of hearing from them they don't know what they're talking about constantly threatening our son with nothing getting in trouble all day and night.

They're firing other people and it is the councilman slackman mayors roughly 25% in the in the whole state but 50% in Charlotte county this is thank God those assholes at lawn mower and a weed trimmer. And there are other firings

Along with the board of selectmen every time has departments waste Management transportation water DPW fire department and a few others most of it's kind of hokey they're going around and bother people trying to have them arrested for stuff all the time. I'm going to tell him to go screw ed I'm trying to stop the bomb and join me Lord could have done something different he was trying to stop the bomb project and we know that's right for him to try. Tommy F pushed it he's the one and he's a liar. A couple other things it Mac actually had him do that but he decided to proceed with a new it was for his side so he's kind of a hero for his and they like his reaction to the car thing and it's really because they need cars and it's some kind of word game and money gave me lost and against others.

They're actually firing people in the neighborhood from doing any work at all anywhere in the city state country and that's the reason for the businesses opening in Canada successfully and Daniel is going up to monitor it's going to be in hell okay these are these are big businesses and the factories are running they're going to have to go to meetings up there and they're big businesses okay they're large and they don't have anything like it not making really much of anything over one octillion and already then aka Dave has orders for like 500,000 octillion and his plants. And he has several dealerships already in mind and we have all these things getting ready to convert their dealership in into ours. And we're playing housing nearby and we're going to drop it in place yeah and it's going like that really quick and he says to me this morning we need an army to do this car stuff we need an army like another one opening all those plants like 10 minutes and I said whoa and we need well I'm having to build 10 times as many for parts we get 10 million octillion orders by like 3:00 p.m. today and so I panicked and I said we didn't Army and I told everybody to recruit people now and calculate how many people we need it's going to be probably by the end of the day maybe 1500 medium size plants on average but really big medium meaning like the upper Midwest and we're going to need sales offices at least probably 24 with cert with full service in the United States thus far minimum but due to saturation and where the orders are all coming from me you're coming from different places but that's where the most concentrated is and so I looked at it and I said it's going to get a lot worse and we need like this car that's the funk not that it's got to be a bunch that went out Saturn automobile company failed a while ago Volkswagen has not been selling tons of them close down beamers are not selling Audi is not selling since that's perfect the shops are set up for the same thing and it's actually true usually the private owners and maybe the cruise there and usually their family knows how to do it too so going out there and we're hiring these people and buying this facilities and he says that the other cars will be complimentary because we're going to start making those again and his father and mother are happy so we don't have to change the whole place completely if there's a sign that says like Volkswagen Porsche Audi BMW you just take the Volkswagen and you put a small sign on the bottom and you put on sign up on top and we do realize something that saves a lot of money you can do that with those signs we'll find a way a lot of them were interchangeable because they were doing that and was this third that's coming out in the United States is a bunch of BMWs Audis and Volkswagens just what we need and we'll ship our car with him and we won't be able to fill the order and they used to be they used to waiting a month automobile I will sell all the other cars and then we got to start producing the other ones

So hard topic to get off but they're firing people in town not everybody from the neighborhood but about 50% today and they said 50% tomorrow the remainder

The secular s*** sick of their s*** now there's a few other things happening the percent marlock versus the general population including clones is 1%.. now they still have people loading up at 8 points

Eastern hemisphere more luck bases are under attack and it is severe. They are losing their entire area and they're losing their entire troop. It is a massive strike and is comprehensive they're going after every size base and every size area of operation and to destroy it or to severely weaken it and it's continuous firing

The final over small ships any ships are seemingly insignificant to some people what are some recognizes they are important because you need to use them in areas or you are going to get beat up cuz other people use them. And these guys overlooked it completely and I'm making fun of our son whose granddaddy held off huge armies using the concept and we cannot stand it anymore he is going to have factories he won't last long because he's going to he's going to try and take them over and we're going to slaughter his people and he knows it no you think so keep doing that to him and he's going to try and take over the other factories and they're going to alert us if that starts and he will be butchered then we'll take over the factory said he had and it makes a question move then he'll try and launch attacks probably in that order without his robots at first that's how he rolls and of course we're prepared for it as we have been the last bunch of times he's tried. That battle usually results in loss of 200,000 octillion a day

Another battle is ensuing over the large ships and usually they lose about 1 million octillion but this time around they're sending only small specialized groups to the temperance and one reason might be they don't have very many people left they still probably lose 1 to 200,000 and at this point they're going to be down to less than half a million and it depends how much they load up right now they have 300,000 octillion at the eight points and really that's going to be 0.3% of the general populace off Island and that is one out of 3,000 would be a warlock roughly, add in the evacuation and people hunting them which is still ongoing and by midnight they could be around the 0.01% or one out of 100,000 but in the cities they'll still be probably 20% of the populace but at that point the military will move in and remove the rest. We're putting all of our troops on high alert and that factory is ours there to be manned up in staffed and with a real security Force and I'm going to fill them in on what to do.

The rest of the day is going like this we have a lot of people who are running around in circles and they're driving around saying our day is ours and we win the day because our son's battery is not charged and we think they're ridiculous and basically they are.

It's a couple other more important things happening here in Charlotte county they have decided to fire and cut loose many of the directors of the government and some of those positions are held by people who are rebels but are not morlok and they're not foreigners. Some of those people include people who are very rude to them and are not playing along with any of their games and her son doesn't know many of them they're not foreigners and they're not Max and they're not Mac retards they are people mixed ancestry and there are people who are with demons on board and there are people who might be actual demons and so on and people have questionable descent and Stan and Sherry are not fired as far as We know we have really good work that we do. But some of the individuals are well known for being a pain in the ass and they're not abnormal and Ken is not holding any positions and he didn't ask for any so it's a small group like 200 people. But they represent about 20,000 people in Charlotte county and those people represent more people outside it and they're actually b******* they're going around bothering people they harass our son like he's a nobody and they get their ass kicked kind of sick of it everybody doing it what a lame people

On top of all this they are firing and laying off people who discredited them slandered them through them under the bus rip them a new one with the exception of Max when the dress and had the brain abnormality and there's a bunch of them but there's not many people who are like that that but there are some and they are people who are not foreigners but were born in the states no that's hardly any of that here at all they're looking for people who are foreigners who are doing that. And there really aren't a ton of them who been going gung-ho only when they were attacked but they look at that as provocation to do something so it's a big change in today's that day everybody was waiting for to a degree they're only looking for people who are very aggressive and there's only several here and the Sun doesn't know any no that's wrong will and bill came up and several others like them so they're probably moved to Canada and they think it's part of Britain but it's not and people know that when they get there that they are not British it's not Britain anymore. And they physically attacked him

We're going to publish and we be right back

That last paragraph is a doozy Hera says Thor Freya Olympus Hera Zeus and many more of us Nevada Ariana and our project is going well

[screamlet]

well now i'm really glad i already wrote my own version of tommy and buck arguing about what they skirted around in the episode: how fast their relationship is going, how tommy thinks he's not endgame because buck is a baby queer, and exactly how buck feels about being boxed in as a baby queer who doesn't know what he wants!!!

from chapter 10 of what are your intentions (read the full fic here)

Evan's eyes narrow at him and he tilts his head. "That's the second time you've said that. I'm setting the pace?" Tommy raises his eyebrows. "Yes?" "How long have I been doing that?" Tommy feels insane. "This whole time? I've… we're moving as fast as you want to." "Are we? How fast do you want to go?" Again: Tommy opens his mouth, but he doesn't have an answer. "I don't know," he admits. "I'm here for you, remember? And whatever you want." "But why am I setting the pace?" Tommy knows that he's walking into a trap, but it feels like one that needs to be sprung. "It's your first relationship with a guy. Did you know how it was going to go?" "Why would it be different from how my other relationships have gone? Except that it's you, I mean. Of course you're different; you're Tommy." Tommy takes a minute to let that sink in, for both of them. "Seriously? Are you kidding?" "No, I'm not. What's the difference?"

Tommy's trying to keep his cool, but it's really hard. "I genuinely don't know if you're being obtuse right now. Should I pull up the game tape from our pizza date?" Evan sighs. "How much longer are you gonna bring that up?" "Evan, I've never brought it up." He racks his brain and thinks that's right. "I don't even know when was the last time I did. That whole evening didn't make me look too hot either, so why would I? Is that what it feels like to you?" "I don't know, maybe. It was really embarrassing, okay? And I really thought I'd fucked it all up that night." "And then you called and asked me out," Tommy says. "Then we went on a coffee date and here we are. If I opened the door, you walked through it at your pace. If you keep thinking about it and you're embarrassed, that's not my fault." "I'm not—I don't do that." Tommy knows better, or he should know better, but he can't stop himself. He can't stop himself and maybe he shouldn't. Maybe Evan needs to hear what he's actually thinking, even if it's like throwing a live grenade between them. "Maybe you should," Tommy says. "Have you ever really thought about it?" "About…?" "I'm different because I'm a man, Evan. You're in a relationship with a man. You haven't been in a relationship with a man before. Remember how nervous you were, thinking people were looking at us? And that whole thing with Eddie? With Gerrard? How did that make you feel?" "That was like, five minutes of panicking in the six months we've been together. And everyone told me how shitty Gerrard would be. The shit he said bothered me, but he wasn't going to change how I feel about you." "So you haven't really thought about it."

Evan makes a face. "You think I don't think about it every time you fuck me through a mattress, or hold me down and pick me up the way I've always wanted, or how obsessed I am with sucking your dick? You think I haven't noticed you're a guy, that I'm with a guy?" This isn't going anywhere. Tommy hates it, but he shrugs. "Alright, let's leave it there." "No, let's not. I seriously don't get what you're trying to say. I'm bisexual and I love it. I kissed you and it put a word to all the questions I didn't know I was asking. That's great. Now I know I like being with people of any gender, so what does you being a guy have to do with it?" "You have to be fucking with me now. Is it like—" Tommy sorts through the words, looking for the words to make the thoughts in his head. "Like you want to be so accepting that I'm not a guy to you? I'm just anyone?" Now they're back in the kitchen having this argument and he really has to wonder why so many arguments (not theirs, but everywhere) take place in kitchens. It reminds him of his parents' arguments, and the way he'd skitter off further into the house until it passed. Now he's in a kitchen, his own kitchen, trying not to raise his voice at his boyfriend while anger and so many other thoughts and feelings simmer barely under the surface. Evan puts his hands on his hips and considers it. "I don't know, maybe? What's it matter?" "What's it matter that I'm a guy?" "Why do you keep saying it like that? You're making me feel really stupid about something I'm not sorry about. Yeah, you're a guy, so what? Does it matter so much that I'm a guy?" "Yeah, it does. I'm gay. I date men, I fuck men, I fall in love with men. It matters a lot to me that you get that." "Of course I get that. Just because I don't—like I'm not trying to erase that you're a guy. I love that you're a guy." Tommy tugs on the inside of his lower lip as he stares at Evan. "And that's fine for you? It's that easy? You just—you're just fine like that." Evan stares back at him. "What are you mad about? Is it—Tommy, I love you. I love so many things about you, even the things that piss me off right now. There's so much that makes you Tommy and I love all those things."

read the rest here (4.8k, tommy pov, angsty shit but THEY GET THROUGH IT) and the full fic here

ngl i am: pretty sad!

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freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

-

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

-

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

-

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

-

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

-

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

-

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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Death's Angel [Avatar of Anubis] Chapter 2

[Art By: Me!]

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"Shit"

Quickly as possible Iris shuffling herself out of bed sighing as she was forced out of the comfort of her bed by the sound of her alarm. Not quite ready to start the day she got ready for work. Half asleep, she quickly wandered around her apartment collecting things she needed and stuffing them in her bag, finally deciding it was time to eat. She reached for a granola bar. Opening her granola bar she headed for the door grabbing her bag, turning around making sure she didn't forget anything which she tends to do more than she'd like to admit. Walking down the hallway she came across one of her old lady neighbors at the elevators.

"Good Morning"

"You look tired deary"

"yeah I am, actually i got a full night's sleep but I'm still so tired." Iris said

"Seems like maybe stress" the elder lady replied.

"Maybe it comes  in waves, if you know what I mean." Iris sighs combing her hair back.  Her older neighbor lady who stood next to Iris stared at her confused on who she was talking to, the older woman hadn't said a word.

 "Oop this is me" Iris smiled as the elevator door opened. Looking back, the previous person she was talking to wasn't there.

 "Damn not again." Iris sighed awkwardly smiling as she waved to the old lady who only looked at her like she was crazy. Holding tight to her bag she walked out of the apartment complex lobby making her was to the museum.

Jogging up the many steps she stopped when she heard the Egyptian deity of death speak calmly as he sat on the roof of the museum

"You better hurry, looks like you have a fairly large tour group today."

"Great, great, great."she panicked as she ran through the doorway as she tried to avoid her boss Donna who was busy scolding Steven Grant.

"And where do you think you're going?" Donna asked annoyance dripping from her words.

Slowly taking a few steps backwards till she was standing next to Steven, she looked anywhere but Donna.

"I'm really sorry I'm only-" glancing down at her watch "Oh, um 10 minutes late?" Iris awkwardly smiled as she looked up and met Donna's stern gaze. "You say that every time thought by now you would have learned."

"Yes well traffic was quite terrible this morning" Iris claimed as she looked over to Steven for reassurance "Yeh" Steven nodded in agreeance

"I don't bloody care if it's raining cats and dogs, tours start at 9:00 not 9:15 not 9:20. Your supposed to be here before 9:00" Donna sneered

"Right won't let it happen again." Iris reassured her

"Right...Now get to work, you aren't being paid to just stand around." She whisper yelled at the exhausted duo in front of her.

Iris nodded as she walked around Donna towards the gift shop to put her bag down,rolling her eyes once she was sure Donna couldn't see her. In the distance she could here Donna saying "Stevie go but those hippos up on display."

Speed walking over to her tour groups, she gave Steven a sympathetic smile.

"Welcome everyone, My names Iris and I'll be your tour guide for today." she smiled at her group as she lead them through the museum. Occasionally looking over at a bored and tired Steven, watching as he more than likely was telling a customer facts about some figurine they bought. Smiling at her self she continued the tours.

"Over here this mural demonstrates the weighing of the hearts."

"The Egyptians believed you needed your heart to be judged in the afterlife, this takes place in the Duat, the Egyptian underworld. Where Anubis would guide the souls to the scale of justice. Then the scales will determine if they go to the field of reeds or get devoured by Ammit!" Iris painted the scenes for the visitors excitedly.

"Sounds scary" a younger school girl almost whispered.

"Actually it's quite a beautiful process and can at time be very rewarding but also very sad. Oh and despite popular beliefs Anubis is no villain or in any way cruel to the souls that pass through the Duat." Iris explained to the little girl as her whole tour group looked at her with disbelief.

"How would you know" an older lady finally chimed in,.

"Oh well I could only imagine that's how it would be ." Iris realized what she did and tried to correct herself.

"Telling fairy tales to visitors again, are we?" Donna asked as she approached from behind Iris.

"N-"

"Yes she is. She acts like the story she's telling about the weighing of the hearts is true. We all know mythology isn't real, she's just filling children's heads with fairy tales."

Insolent woman

"Everyone knows it's not real, it's mythology none of these gods exist. Everyone knows theirs only one god." The older woman ignorantly argued again.

"Your an

IGNORANT FOOL

If you believe that." Iris said as Anubis growled behind her clearly offended

"All I was doing was enriching the tour's experience by making it more enjoyable." Iris argued getting annoyed.

"Okay that's enough for you, John, come cover for Iris." Donna ordered as she grabbed Iris by the arm dragging her in the direction of the gift shop.

"This is the second time, picking fights with visitors this week, telling fairy tales as if they are truths, it's unprofessional. I mean really?" Donna rambled on.

"So what? Are you gonna fire me?" Iris questioned confidently

"No, your gonna help run the gift shop with Steven and neither one of ya's gonna go near another visitor, do I make myself bloody clear?"

"Yes Donna" both Steven and Iris replied as Donna left.

"Okay I'm not sure what's going on but you look upset." Steven glanced over at her.

"Not upset just annoyed at the stupidity of others" Iris responded as she moved behind the counter.

"Oh yeh totally understand." He smiled at her as he put a hand on her shoulder, the two smiled at each other as they prepared themselves for the incoming school group that started showing interest in the gift shop.

[A/N:Okay so this chapter is kinda a mess lol, but I'm trying to illustrate Iris's work life and trying to introduce Steven~ I will try to post again later today or tomorrow.

Please comment what you guys think or what you think I can improve on]

FUN FACTS:

*Iris can see the wandering souls on earth, they look like normal people and she can't tell the dead and living apart. So she is often seen talking to herself(when she's really talking to a "ghost")

*Iris tend to talk about Anubis to her tour guides and more often than not there's a Karen that gets her into trouble.

*Anubis is pretty tolerant but he too gets annoyed with Karen very easily

   Questions:

Should Iris have a date also and gets stood up or should they be a ghost ? or no?

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Incorrect quotes with the Mikaelsons ft. Innocent!Y/N

Elijah: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Y/N: ...I did. I broke it.

Elijah: No. No, you didn't. Kol?

Kol: Don't look at me. Look at Bex.

Rebekah: What?! I didn't break it.

Kol: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Rebekah: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Kol: Suspicious.

Rebekah: No, it's not!

Klaus: If it matters, probably not, but Freya was the last one to use it.

Freya: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Klaus: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Freya: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Nik!

Y/N: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Lijah.

Elijah: No! Who broke it!?

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

Rebekah: Elijah... Kol's been awfully quiet.

Kol: rEaLlY!?

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

Elijah talking with Hayley: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Hayley: :o

Elijah: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Probably not Y/N they will try to calm the others down.

Elijah: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝! @𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡_𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚

269 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 22:24:16 GMT

#4

Y/N: Yeeted.

Tim: Yote.

Y/N: YEETED!

Tim: YOTE!

Bruce, sighing: I just wanted to know who threw a computer off the roof.

330 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 17:50:52 GMT

#3

Whose (not) Adopted?

Philza: I hate to tell you but one of you is adopted.

Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and Y/N:

Y/N: Only one?

Wilbur: Techno, Y/N and I don't even look like you, we don't look like each other!

Y/N: The only one who looks like you is Tommy! And even I question if he is your actual son.

Tommy: I am adopted!

Technoblade: I'm surrounded by idiots...

339 notes • Posted 2021-12-08 23:04:20 GMT

#2

Dick: Can I get a hug?

Y/N:

Y/N: *Running away*

Dick: Oh... :(

Jason, squinting at something at the distance:... I think they are coming back.

Dick, smiling and looking at Y/N: Wait,really?!

Y/N: *sprinting at Dick as fast as they can with their arms held out.*

Y/N: Weeeeeeeee

Dick:

Dick, panicked: Fuck

363 notes • Posted 2021-12-08 10:53:25 GMT

#1

Incorrect Quotes Batfam ft. Damian's S/O Y/N

Y/N: I told Damian his ears flush when he lies.

Jason: Why?

Y/N: Look.

Y/N: Hey Damian! Do you love us?

Damian, covering his ears: No.

Dick overhearing the conversation: Awww Dams

...

Damian: You like me for my personality?

Y/N: I know I was surprised too.

...

Y/N: Alright,it needs your password. Please don't tell me it's 1234

Dick:No it's not!

Jason: Wait really?

Dick: Yeah it's 123456

Y/N: Oh my god.

...

Y/N: You have to apologise to Jon, love.

Damian: Fine.

Damian: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

...

Computer: Enter Password.

Jason: *Types Y/N*

Computer: The password is too short.

Jason: Hey Y/N look at what the computer says about you! *snorts*

Y/N: *Flips him off*

...

Damian: This doesn't involve you.

Y/N: How the hell does it not-

Damian: Look! So what if I am in love with you?! Mind your own business!

See the full post

841 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 20:49:47 GMT

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It Takes A Village Chapter 7

Chris Evans x Pregnant!daughter!reader

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Series Summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: You tell your friends about the baby and have a ultrasound where you find out some shocking news.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: terrible writing of a ultrasound, Teen Pregnancy

You sat in front of the mirror your shirt pulled up just enough to show your now growing belly that seemed bigger then it should for only being 10 weeks pregnant. It not like giant if your put a normal shirt on no one would notice it but it definitely seemed bigger then it should be.

"Bubba you almost done?" Chris poked his head into the open doorway to see you staring at the mirror. This is never a good sign. He thought walking in.

"Dad am I supposed to start showing this early? I'm only ten weeks." You looked up at him your hands on your belly.

"I'm not sure your mom was smaller when she was 10 weeks but every pregnancy is different." He tried to assure you and calm your nerves.

"I guess."

"Sweat-pea you have an appointment next week you can ask them about it then." He said. "But today you have to get to school. So cover up the  belly and come to the car." He placed a kiss to your head before walking out. You stood fixing your shirt before following him out of your room.

----

It's now the day of your appointment, you sat in your school cafeteria eating lunch. The appointment is right after school so Scott and Chris were both going to take you. You had to take off work since you were able to get a job at McDonald's. You weren't as nervous about this appointment as you were with the first one. You only had one question for the nurse and that was all.

"Y/n? You okay you've been staring at the wall for like five minutes." Marcus asked you.

"Oh.. Uh yeah, I just have an appointment after school and I'm a bit nervous for it." You said.

"Well, Y/n I have a question for you. It's been like three weeks can we know why you moved yet?" Liam asked you.

"My mom kicked me out." You told them looking down at the table.

"Why?" Oscar asked, before you heard him yelp as he was smacked by Leah and Marcus.

"I'm pregnant..." You whispered. It stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Can I be the baby's uncle Osc?" Oscar asked breaking the silence.

"You guys... Don't care about being friends with a teen mom?"

"You kidding? I love babies their so cute!" Liam said.

"Yeah! So can we be the baby's aunts and uncles?" Naomi asked.

"Sure!"

"Do you know the gender?" Leah asked.

"Not yet I get find out in a couple weeks though!" You said smiling in relief.

"I'm gonna be the best uncle to baby alien!" Oscar said, you giggled.

"I doubt the baby would be a alien." Marcus said.

"You don't know that the dad could be an alien in disguise." You said.

"She's right!" Liam said.

"The baby would be more likely to be a baby super hero then a alien since their grandfather is captain America." Leah said.

"Yo you got a point!" Oscar said.

"Not really he isn't Captain America anymore." Naomi said.

"But he was." You shrugged giggling.

----

You walked up to your dad's car where you saw Scott in the passenger seat. "Hi, Dad! Hi uncle Scott! Dad, I told my friends about the baby! They   don't care! they want to be the baby's aunts and uncles." You told him buckling in.

"What did you tell them?" Scott asked as Chris began to drive.

"I said yeah." You replied.

"Your allowing five kids you barely know be the uncles and aunts of your child?" Chris asked.

"Dad you allowed me Sebastian to be my uncle the first time I went to the first avenger set with you. You barely knew him then." You said.

"She's got a point." Scott said. "So are you nervous?"

"No." You said.

"That's good." Chris said smiling at you through the rear view mirror.

----

You sat on the bed as she got ready to do the ultrasound, your uncle and your dad sitting in the chairs that were in the room.

"So do you have any questions or concerns?" The nurse asked.

"Uh.. Yea I'm already showing isn't it a bit early?" You asked her.

"No, actually many people start showing around ten weeks." She explained giving you a gentle smile before starting the ultrasound and looking at the small screen. "Okay..." She mumbled. You watched her facial expression as she went from neutral to surprised to smiling. That got you a bit concerned. "There are two heartbeats! It's twins!" She announced. The room fell silent as the three of you took in the information.

"It's what?!" You exclaimed after a few minutes. "Nope! There's no way!" You said panicking. Chris had excuses himself a few moments before your panicking began. Probably to do his own.

"Here." She put the video onto the big screen where the two blobs you could see last time were more   prominent. "See, that's one head." She pointed to one. "And a second."

"I can't take care of two babies at once." You said. Scott stood up putting a hand on your shoulder to calm you down before Chris walked back in seemingly calmer than when he left. He knew you were having a baby but he wouldn't have been able to raise two kids at once and he was 24 when your parents had you, your so much younger than that he is scared for you.

"I'm sure it'll all work out sweetie." The nurse assured you as Chris took Scott's place by your side

"Remember I'm here to help you." Chris assured, you kissing your forehead. You let out a shaky sigh nodding. You should've been so much more worried.

"Are they healthy?" You asked the doctor.

"Yes! Would you like to hear their heart beats?" She asked you gently. You nodded.

This really wasn't how you were expecting to spend your high school years with two kids. You had come to terms with the fact you were going to be the mom to a singular kid. Now you have to come to terms with being a mom to twins.

"So at your next appointment, you should be able  to find the babies' genders out!" She told you. You gave a nervous smile nodding before looking at Chris and Scott. Scott seemed to be processing it, while Chris was giving you a reassuring smile keeping a hand on your shoulder.

A/n: well wasn't that a shocker... I already have names  picked out for the baby's and your gonna love them... Because they are Disney themed!!! I'll give you a sneak peek at their first initials. (I say middle names in the near so I'm not gonna do   they're full initials cause then you'll know the genders.

F.

F.

Ooooh and I may be giving slight hints to the names in the next few chapters but really subtle hints

I'll leave you too guess their names...

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 30

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TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter is a horror movie. There's blood, gore and psychological horror elements. Lemme know if it was actually scary - I'm desensitized to this shit. This was written to come out on Halloween but I was too slow with writing.

Wooden floor creaking behind me, I couldn't feel the cold of it, not even a single splinter piercing the arches of them, I ran like my life depended on it. The darkness behind me was alive; it breathed, pulsated, spreading along the walls of the hallway like mold. The hallway seemed to be endless.

As soon as I realized that, I noticed that it, in fact, did have an end and not a door was in sight; that quickly proved to br also just a trick of the eye - there were doors, the hallway was riddled with them, each one dark, identical and placed neatly about five feet apart. With shaking hands, I turned the knob, slamming the door behind me with a loud bang.

Panting, I let myself slide against the door, eyes closed, sheet landing in a puddle of white fabric on the floor around me. First five seconds passed quietly; then, a noise interrupted my panicked thinking and my eyes flew open as the scene in front of me produced more confusion.

The familiar scene of the pond behind my grandparents' stables, the poppies - a splash of blood red against the dull greens and browns - swaying in the breeze. A Dora the Explorer bucket hat and a six-year-old me, hair in pigtails, poking at a spot of moist soil with a large stick.

I knew where this was going yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from the scene that was going to unfold. A stallion my parents had recently bought, ill-tempered and moody, jumping over the low fence and galloping noisily right at mini-me. The terrified animal was screaming yet I was oblivious to it's distress, too busy trying to fish out earthworms out of the wet ground. Almost in slo-mo, mini-me noticed the running, screaming animal and bolted for safety, its hooves missing my little body barely by a feet.

I felt the cold water of the pond on my skin. It was dirty and blooming at the time, musky smell assaulting my senses, murky water choking the life out of both versions of me. In the distance, I noticed a much younger and slimmer dad sprinting full-speed towards the splashing child in the pond. He was screaming something and I leaned in, trying to hear him better.

The scene vanished into thin, wispy smoke. My head was once again clear and the suffocating dread and panic subsided, letting me take in several deep breaths and try to assess the situation calmly. I had survived that accident, even successfully overcame my fear of swimming later on.

Hands shaking and heart fluttering like a frightened bird, I recoiled from the locked door when it began to rattle, the noise deafening in the eerie quiet of the house.

The shadows were taunting me. Trapping me in my worst fears, making me relive my worst memories. The artifact needed something from me - what was it? I wondered, tucking the sheet in some semblance of a toga and standing up to explore the room. Save for a few outdated pieces of furniture, it was cold and empty, void of life. Nowhere to hide.

I paced the room, coming to a halt next to the heavy, thick velvet curtains. Expecting to see a window behind them, I was surprised with another old wooden door with a bent handle that had gathered an impressive layer of dust. With rattling behind me increasingly growing in volume, I had no other option but to press it down and quickly dart into the next dark room.

Clint. Lifeless eyes wide open, his body laying at my feet, sheet-white and rust coloured stains adorning his mouth, nails black and broken as if he'd been clawing at the dilapidated wooden floors. I backed away from him, further into the room - the archer's body began to move and tremble, tiny little gashes appearing on every inch of exposed skin. The thing that was breaking out of him glowed, pale blue and sickly.

"That's not..." I whispered to myself. "Clint is alive," As if I had been doused with cold water, the images of MAFS incident seeped into my mind, the what-ifs of my past actions weighing heavily and clouding my mind with guilt.

"Come on, we don't have much time," Steph's voice appeared behind my back, loud and out of nowhere. I was rightfully sceptical about the reality of him - while his face was the usual, tense expression of boredom, he stood differently. I couldn't describe the difference if I tried; it just felt wrong. Like a puzzle piece was missing.

"I don't think so, demon dude," Squaring my shoulders once again, I prepared myself for the inevitable pain.

"Who?" The copycat asked, faking concern surprisingly well. "It's the artifact. It's making you see things that aren't real," With a wave of his hand, the door flew open, exposing the hallway filled with the void that was chasing me previously.

"Oh what I saw was real alright," I countered, tilting my head to examine the entity. Unknowingly, it had given itself away - Stephen's magic always glowed gold and orange, in the sense that he wasn't like Loki - Strange's spells were always visible. "I'd rather you kill me then spread your vile disease beyond this... Space," With none of the bravery I actually had, bluff came surprisingly easy. Perhaps, I really was ready to die so my friends and family could live.

Not-Stephen tsked and grinned maliciously, once again waving his hands about. "Killing you? So barbaric and an absolute waste of potential." The shadows pushed something into the gaping hole of the doorway, something curled up in a fetal position and whimpering. The entity picked up the man by the shoulders, forcing him to kneel in front of it, teary baby browns staring back at me, wide with terror.

Tony. My feet took an involuntary step forward, where my Tony was trembling, whimpering in the creature's grasp, unseeing eyes looking straight forward. As if I wasn't there.

"Submit and I will let him go. Right now, he's relieving the worst memories of his life," The entity raised an eyebrow, a mock imitation of Stephen's expression. I could hear Tony mumbling faintly, something about his chest and Afghanistan and bombs and Obadiah.

It pissed me off. Firstly, how dare this wannabe-Pennywise, this LOST-fog-monster-reject to lay his filthy metaphysical fingers on my Tony. And secondly, for the sloppy intelligence job - I had been woken up by Tony's nightmares more than enough to know his biggest fear wasn't Afghanistan. It wasn't Obadiah and it wasn't Bucky killing his parents, it wasn't even the vast, consuming black emptiness of the space behind the wormhole.

Anger burning my throat, I lunged at not-Stephen with a bloodcurdling scream, feeling my nails dig into the cold, clammy flesh of the thing's throat. Taken by surprise, both of us stumbled, falling into the abyss of the hallway, me kicking and scratching and screaming all the way, fingers squeezing deeply into the lifeless imitation of flesh. His screams mixed with mine and Tony's into a shrieking cacophony.

The darkness was laughing, cackling, noise sharp like nails on a chalkboard. It hurt, but the thing's grip on me hurt even more. "He'll never love you like you expect him to. They don't care about you. The mage said he'd help you and now you're dying here, alone," Black smoke began leaking out of the impostor's mouth along with the words, both acrid and venomous.

My head was pounding as more and more of the stuff came into contact with my body. My vision swam, bordering on unconsciousness. "If I'm dying, I'm taking you with me, bitch," I screamed out, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until I exploded together with my surroundings, in a short of white, blinding light.

And then, there was darkness. My limbs were once again filled with concrete, mouth dry and skin burning like I'd been branded with a hot iron.

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of the room with the fireplace. The fire was roaring, crackling and and shooting noisy sparks, accompanied by heavy breathing to my left. Disregarding the nausea that followed my every movement, I hung my head over the side of the car coming to witness both sorcerers laying haphazardly on the floor, a thin river of blood seeping into the carpet from Wong's head.

Confused, disoriented and terrified, I called out for them, voice barely audible and terse. Had I been screaming?

The sorcerers' chests rose and fell rapidly; my panic subsided but not by much. I crawled out of the cot only to land ungracefully on my face, body refusing to cooperate and feeling about as well as after I'd ran a marathon. Inch by inch, I crawled over to the chair I had left my things on, fighting with my body for every movement I made.

Fumbling, l pulled out my phone and pressed the green call button on the one person one would call in this situation. My best friend.

"Yes, dear?" His baritone was tense but nonetheless calm.

"Help, some-something happened," I managed to say, no louder than a whisper. "Sanctum," I clarified, hearing a noise of things falling over and several distressed voices shouting in the background.

"I am coming, do not end the call," Loki replied immediately, barking out several commands I didn't quite catch. There were more noises of distress as I obediently stayed on the phone. "Darling, can you tell me what happened?"

"I- Killed?" I tried to articulate my thoughts, tongue becoming more and more uncooperative by the second.

"Oh my God, who's dead?!" I heard Bruce yell, probably, right in Loki's ear.

"The Thing," I clarified, hoping to calm him down.

Loki cursed in his native language, I heard him trying to wrestle the phone from someone - unsuccessfully so, I might say, as Tony's distraught voice was the next thing I heard. "Princess, listen to me. Are you okay? Where's Strange? We're gonna be there in 10 minutes. We're coming."

An avalanche of information for my overtaxed brain and aching body, I struggled to keep up with Tony's rambling and filtering out Loki's screeching in the background. So much noise. My head hurt. "No, Steph and Wong are down. Alive." I managed to convey the most important part, a terrified sob leaving my chest burning. "Please, talk," I begged Tony, not wanting to be left in that terrifying, consuming silence ever again.

And Tony talked. He babbled nonstop, things that I didn't really catch neither care about, having enough strength to give a hum of approval every few seconds or so. It appeared to be as calming to him as it was to me, I didn't hear any more complaints from the team, only brief increase in volume as one of them got closer to the phone. A part of me conceded I should've made at least one joke about being put on loudspeaker, however, my brain was exhausted.

Burnt out, rather. The emptiness settled in my bones, chilly, like the blood had been sucked out of me, making my body just a vessel for the darkness that stalked my nightmares. I dug my nails into the soft flesh of my bare thigh, feeling none of the pain, just the relief when blood seeped through the cuts, crimson and warm.

That's how they found me. Loki threw open the door, breaking one of the hinges, eyes immediately darting between me and the laying sorcerers, as he swiftly cast a bright golden spell on the room, warming us from the inside out. Carefully stepping over the two men, Loki kneeled in front of me, green eyes staring right into mine.

I heard cursing and thudding but all I could focus on was the shining emerald of Loki's eyes. "Oh, child," He whispered, reaching out with both arms to pull me into his chest. I couldn't have resisted even if I wanted to, my body was utterly drained of fight.

"What happened?" Tony asked, a hysterical pitch to his voice.

"I can assume there was a failsafe left behind by the artifact, it took out both sorcerers and attempted to finish the job it started," Loki spoke up, hand gently petting my hair, still clutching my limp body like I was dying. "She fought it off, I don't know how, but she fought it off. It has entered a dormant state again."

"What do you mean took them all out?" In his distress, Tony seemed to have lost all sensibility. "What happened to her?!" He was getting impatient, angry.

"With an artifact like that, it's a blessing they are still alive. It is ancient and unpredictable," Loki explained patiently, none of his usual vitriol present. "And she... You could say she was mind-raped," He stated, quieter.

I groaned in protest. Loki's spell of gold did what felt like a wonder: the light was slowly coming back into the room, into me, filling me with warmth I didn't know I could lack. "As if," I slurred. "As if that Pennywise wannabe could ever," My body was, nonetheless, exhausted. "I've swallowed more kids than he could ever," My eyelids dropped, the comforting noise of Tony's and Loki's combined chuckle amplifying the surplus of warmth within me.

Last thing I saw was Tony's watery smile, tears crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he lifted me from Loki's arms, hot rod red of his suit saturating the room with color. Feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever, I let my eyes close voluntarily, a smile crawling onto my face. I was right. Tony was alright, it wasn't really him that was getting tortured in the nightmare-verse.

"What..." I heard Stephen croak from somewhere. "Baby?!" His voice raised a whole octave; Thor's fond chuckle followed the rustling of fabric and a few stronger choice words from the sorcerer as Loki briefed everyone on the situation at hand.

"How is she, Tones?" Bruce asked quietly from above me.

"Pretty out of it but on her way back to health," Tony replied with another watery laugh. "Cracking jokes and whatnot clownery."

Bruce exhaled in relief, stroking my face with the side of his fingers. It was almost palpable, the general atmosphere of respite in the room, the sudden free flow of oxygen to my lungs.

"I am so sorry," Stephen's whisper was more felt than heard by me; the spice of his cologne and copper of blood reached my nostrils, burning them, keeping the warmth from leaving my body ever again.

My fingers weakly held out to him, finally coming to grasp his more-than-usual shaking hand. "Not your fault," I breathed. "Persistent cursed box," Were my last words before my consciousness gave out. Sleep sweet sleep.

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TW: I read over your rules and I don't think I'm overstepping anything? If I am please feel free to tell me and decline the request! I didn't know if you did ships and I didn't know if r@pe comfort was too nsfw or if it would make you uncomfortable? If that's all ok, could I request Zen x jaehee fic/hcs where the setting is at a party and jaehee disappears for a while and Zen finds her in the middle of getting assaulted... How would he act in the moment? After it? And how would he react to her not wanting any sexual interactions with him and being insecure of her body for a while?

Again, if this makes you uncomfortable I'm so sorry! I'm a sucker for angst but I do know that r@pe comfort isn't for everyone to write!

hello~ i've never written from a certain ship before so i'm not sure how good at it i'll be, but i'll give it a shot lol. i wouldn't say you're overstepping my wishes, i just don't write vivid descriptions and lemons. i'm fine with writing this, thank you for being considerate.

tw: mentions and implications of r4pe, assault, drinking.

words: 1.3k

Please, Cry - Zen x Jaehee

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"it's just a party" he said.

"it would help to loosen up a bit" he said.

jaehee should've just listened to her gut, she thought, now surrounded by unfamiliar men. who were they? she couldn't tell. maybe it was the masks covering the lower half of their face or the alcohol blurring her vision, neither were invited right now.

these weren't the men zen had talked about earlier. he said they were respectful, polite men. he even went as far as to show her a picture of them beforehand, attempting to calm her nerves. though she would admit it worked, she could've sworn they weren't the same people.

their hair was styled to the side, excluding the one bald. none of them wore glasses. none of them were under 5'7. they couldn't possibly be the same.

did zen lie to her..? she worried all while attempting to fight back against their pushes and pulls all throughout her body. she had grown too weak. there was no use anymore.

she couldn't help but to give up, having the mentality to just accept it. her presence downstairs, or rather- lack thereof, didn't do unnoticed.

zen had been looking for her while the clock hit the quarter after mark. washroom breaks didn't take 25 minutes, he thought, continuing to search the house. yet after searching every corner and cabinet, he felt lost.

what if something happened to her? he couldn't help but jump to the worst scenarios. there was nowhere else to be searched, besides the upstairs bedroom- the one everyone was told explicitly to stay out of. had she ran off? was she not happy with him? did she get kidnapped?

nothing was looking good at this point. he needed to check the upstairs bedroom just to make sure she wasn't lost. he left the common area to search for the home owner.

where was he though? zen couldn't find him anywhere. surely, they wouldn't notice if he checked in the room for just a second, he thought. hence why he started creeping up towards the room, looking around carefully for anyone in sight.

the creek of the door opening didn't help his case, as he took notice of it once entering. his attention wasn't taken by the sound for very long once he noticed a woman held down on the bed. she was clearly intoxicated, and she clearly wasn't consenting in any manner.

he looked the woman up and down for no more than a second, looking for any way to recognize her. her shoes caught his eye. they were jaehees...it was his woman on the bed.

all hell broke loose. subtly taking out his phone, he called 911 while confronting the three men. one being the home owner, he seemed like the leader in this case. yet who were the other two.. he thought.

that didn't matter in this moment. he was enraged. quickly pulling jaehee up to her feet, he began to argue between the trio. their words weren't comprehensible, but anyone could tell they were full of hate.

looking to his side to check up on his love, her frightened eyes stared directly at him. he had been scaring her.. he realized. no more words were spoken towards the men, at least until the cops showed up.

by surprise, they didn't take long to arrive. he lived by a police station after all. zen just watched in disbelief as the trio got arrested before his eyes. while taken away in handcuffs, he still hadn't felt it was enough.

a sniffle rang through his ear, his priority shifted once again. jaehee was standing right beside him with an expression he couldn't read. she was shaking, her eyes even doing so. she looked petrified, but when trying to talk to her, he could tell she wasn't able to put her words together.

the questioning went by like a flash. after explaining the series of events, they were free to leave. and thankfully so, jaehee needed rest. he could deal with the guys later, tonight would be spent watching over her.

paying the taxi fee, they arrived home. he quickly left to the washroom, while jaehee fell to the couch. her mind was in overload. so much was happening in so little time. as her head met the fluffy cushion, her eyes flew shut.

she was only greeted with an overwhelming headache and sense of dread the next morning. knowingly hungover, her mind quickly recalled the entirety of the previous night.

it was a feeling she had never experienced. no one dared to hurt her so deeply before. this was a new kind of pain. yet she couldn't bring herself to cry. she couldn't shed any tears over the event. and for once in her life, she actually wanted to cry.

crying would reassure her that she survived, that she's still alive. that she wasn't completely broken, and the men wouldn't permeate themselves in her mind. yet, she couldn't feel the saltiness from her tears seep in her cheeks.

zen was woken up not long after, his natural body alarm raising him from his previous laying position. he was met with her sitting figure, blankets cuddling her carefully, staring at the mattress before her.

"how are you?" he asked, his worry prevalent. it took a minute for her to talk, which zen sat patiently for, before she responded "i don't know".

he didn't respond, just reached to hug her. her body went into fight or flight, as she ripped herself away from him. as much as she loved him, she couldn't stand to be touched right now or even have the thought of being intimate in any form.

he was taken aback, quickly asking "are you okay jagiya?". she slightly panicked, knowing she probably hurt his feelings. "i'm fine zen, i just can't stand to be touched right now, or for a while" she answered, quick to explain her actions.

"ohh" she heard, as he realized what had happened. "that's okay, i understand" he said, backing away out of respect. it comforted her.

though he couldn't lie, he felt guilty for her acting like this. it was his idea to go to the party, even encouraging her to join him. he didn't know who the other two men were, but the home owner was someone he had known to be polite.

of course, that wasn't the case. his trust had been twisted and turned. "i'm sorry" he said. he couldn't help but apologize. "no zen, it's not your fault, i just" she said, drifting off at the end.

she couldn't find the words to let out. now more than ever, she wanted to break down. it felt needed to. it would provide her with a sense of closure.

almost like she could grieve properly, before moving on. zen noticed her downward look, the way she stared through the sheets. "please sweetheart, tell me what's wrong" he said.

she took a breath, almost as if she was waiting for something. "i... need to cry" she let out. hearing a confused sound come from the man beside her, she continued "i need to let it out".

"then please jagiya, cry. it's okay to cry" he said. she looked up at him, feeling a faint burning from behind her eye balls. "i can't zen" she responded with a weak voice, as soft as the comforter on top of her.

"please, cry" he pleaded. "cry, find it within yourself to cry, i know you can sweetie". she didn't know if it was her hard efforts or the voice of her lover, but she could feel the drops of water start to meet her skin.

slowly, but surely, she was crying. it felt good. it felt comforting. she could mourn how she was treated that night by natures giving. "yes, good job" his soft voice rang through her ears.

"it will be alright, everything will be alright. i swear on my life, i will get you justice. i will protect you" he said, as he passed her crying state a tissue.

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21:10 AST - 09/29/21