#and my friend saw how high my pulse was and was like “are you scared????” and i was like ''what??? no???''

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Had a follow up about the elevated platelets in my blood earlier (theyve stayed the same slightly elevated level so he's not concerned)

Thankfully my pulse wasn't so fast this time that it made the nurse stop and go "uhhhhh are you ok? No chest pains or anything?" Like it was last time lol

[heesingshoon]

𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

A/N: Yeah... Lame name... But let me have this, okay?

Pairings: Brother'sBestFriend!Jay x Fem!Reader

Warnings: You give Jay a blowjob

Pt. 2

Jake being your brother is one thing. Jay being his best friend is another. You were indifferent about it. Have you always had a little crush on Jay? Yeah... But you knew the reasons why he was off limits and you know it was the same rules for you both. No dating because I mean... Why would Jake want his best friend dating his little sister? You understood, as much as it hurt your little heart. But Jay? Yeah... Let me tell you about Jay...

Jay has been holding himself back like crazy. You? Off limits? He can't stand it. The simple fact that you exist and he can't touch you, hold you, be too close to you, have feelings for you, kills him.

First time Jake introduced you guys 5 months prior, Jay has wanted nothing more than to grab you and hold you just to never let you go. Jay has always wanted you, stared at you across the room, helped you when he was over at your house.

You always thought he was just Jake's really nice and caring friend. Yeah, you were curious once about what it would be like to date him. But you held back because you respect your brother.

Jay recently graduated college, so he was around more. Wanting to avoid his father so he didn't have to take over the company, and the fact he wanted to see you, he was never not around.

Since your first year of college ended, you got to be home for him to see you. One of the nights he was over, he was up at 12 unable to sleep and when he went to the kitchen, he saw you. He was muttering under his breath and you didn't know what he was saying. As you bent over to grab some water from the fridge, you heard him mumble "Off limits, off limits... Off... Off limits..."

Well, you understood then he had feelings... Strong ones, even.

One morning, you were feeling nice and you decided to order breakfast. You head to the living room to wake up the boys that fell asleep playing video games. You wake up Jake, which ends up waking up Jay.

You shake Jake by his shoulders. "Jake! Wake up! The anal piss flower exploded and has alien dildos running around!"

As he wakes up and he looks confused as hell, he looks around to make sure you were genuinely just joking. He flicks your forehead. "What the fuck kind of wake up call is... Anal flowers pissing??"

You click your tongue and shake your head. "No, anal piss flowers. Get it right!" You look over at Jay and smile. He gives a little wave as he tries to rest his heart from the... Unique... Wake up.

"Anyway, I was nice and ordered us all breakfast. I know, I'm awesome. No need to thank me." You chuckle and go to the kitchen to grab cups.

"Uhm... Thanks, Y/n.." As Jay softly thanks you, you see Jake scowl at you. "Yeah.... Thanks weirdo." And just as he goes to lay back down, there's a knock at the door.

You go to open it, and it's the delivery guy. "Oh, here... Let me go get my wallet." And as you turn, you hear him reply. A voice of sultry but it makes you sick. "Oh? I'd give it to you for free if you gave your mouth."

As you look back at him and cringe, you see Jake stand and hover over you. "What did you just say to my little sister? You wanna fucking die?"

And you see the delivery guy walk back. But it wasn't from Jake. It was Jay who had walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, glaring the guy down as if he had 3 seconds to put the food down or he'd die. Was your heart racing? Yeah... Could you feel your pulse everywhere in your body? Most definitely.

When the delivery man puts the food down, Jay goes to grab something from his pocket and the delivery man runs off. "Hm? Oh... I was about to pay..." Jake laughs and gives Jay a high five before grabbing the food. "Nice one, Jay. We got it for free and he might even quit from the scare."

As you sat down to eat, you couldn't help but think about how his arms felt wrapped around your waist. They fit so perfectly, you didn't even know humans could act as puzzle pieces until then.

Jake noticed you not eating as much and patted your head thinking you were shaken up from the small event with the delivery man. "Hey, he's gone. I doubt he'll ever come back. It's okay." You just nod and eat your food.

After, you decide to turn on the TV to see if there was anything on. You get bored and lay upside down on the couch, not noticing your stomach was slightly showing as the shirt was riding up and your short shorts on full display. "Hm... Anyone know what's on right now?"

Jay just stares at you. He watched your stomach lift and fall slowly as you breathe, and how your legs look so smooth. He can't help but think "How would she look if her legs were wrapped around my hea-" But the moment he catches himself be shakes his thoughts away. "uhm-... Just... Check out that movie, I heard Titanic is good..."

You shrug and click on the channel playing Titanic, not noticing how Jay was staring at your hand. The way it held onto the remote, only making him wish it was his cock. He just stares at you, imagining what you would sound like if he fucked your throat. Imagining what you would look like if he put you in missionary, pounding you with your tits bouncing up and down. How you would feel like, sucking in his cock as he rammed into you. He thought about it, and he thinks about it all the time.

When the movie ends, you head to your room to get changed for the day. Your friend messaged you and asked you to go to this party with her. You wanted to decline. Parties? No... You hate those... People? Absolutely horrendous... But then she types out the simplest sentence.

"Y/n, let's get drunk." And then bam you're in.

You don't know what made your friend think a party where young adults get drunk in the middle of the day would be fun, but you trusted her. You put on some high waisted pants and a cropped shirt on, checked yourself in the mirror, gave yourself a solid 7 out of 10, and headed out.

Jake was confused why you were dressed up, and Jay was just staring.

"Hm? Y/n? What are you doing dressed so... Party ready..." He cringes slightly.

"Eh... Ms. Party animal found a midday party and we're gonna get drunk. Don't worry, I won't go home with any guys." And to your horror, there's Jay's stare suddenly intensifting.

He blares down at your outfit, checking you out from head to toe. He stands and walks to hover over you. "I'm going with you."

You tilt your head and go to protest, but then your dear brother gets brighter and pats Jay on the back. "That's a great idea, actually. We should all go. I'll keep the guys away, we'll all drink together... I think it's a great idea."

Before you can say anymore, Jake and Jay head upstairs to get dressed for the party.

The party's loud, as expected. Your friend left you for some hot guy, Jake's making out with a random woman where everyone could see if they gave a damn, and then there's Jay. Sitting right beside you like a bodyguard. Every guy that's looked your way, he's scared off. Every time a guy has the balls to go up to you, he holds your waist to keep them off.

You don't know what it was... Maybe the alcohol... Maybe the fact his arm felt so good around you... Maybe it was because you were touch starved... But you were so happy every time he would hold you away from the men.

As you're thinking, you feel a hand on your thigh. You flinch, worried it's some creep, but it's just Jay. "Jay? What are you doing touching my thigh? I'm off limits, remember?.."

You see him smirk a bit and then feel him squeeze your thigh. "It's a comfort thing, y/n... I can't comfort you?" You feel him rub your thigh, reaching higher and higher each time.

You put your hand over his, and you feel the alcohol take over your confidence. "People can see... Let's go somewhere more private."

Fuck these dumb "off limits" rules.

You both head to a random room. The moment the door is shut and locked, you pounce on him. Kissing him and pushing him back onto the first surface you could find.

[~(ꈍᴗꈍ) Ladies, gents, and the beautiful bents, we'll be getting spicy here.]

He winces and sits more comfortably, and grabs you by the shoulder. "We're gonna fuck on a pool table, angel? Not that I mind, but it does sting a little."

As you blush, you can help but feel a rush. You lean down to his pants, wanting to taste his cock. Unbuttoning his pants, you can't help but be excited. Jay's groaning, mixed with the surge of alcohol running through you, mixed with the curiosities you've shoved to the back of your head.

Once you finally undone the pants, you look up at him for confirmation. His eyes stare into your soul, basically eye fucking it, so you go for it and pull his pants down. You see his bulge through his boxers, making your mouth water.

You feel his fingers through your hair and he rubs your scalp gently. "Angel... Be a good girl and start from the tip, okay?.. I want to feel your beautiful lips on every inch of me, and I want to feel it through every atom they touch." He leans to give you a quick kiss before pulling his boxers for you to see his full glory, as it hits his abdomen.

You move to lift his shirt over his head so it doesn't get dirty. You look at his body, amazed by the man in front of you. You can't help but reach out and run a finger along each line of his abs. You hear him hold back his moan, so you keep tracing his ab lines until you hear his try to hold another moan back. This time, said moan came out and it was more like a whimper. The sound makes you excited, you move your hand to the base of his cock and trace the veins to the tip before licking his tip.

He twitches and grips your hair, but he tries to not hurt you. "Y/n-... A-Ah... Fuck... Just suck me down." But instead, you sit at his tip and suck and lick at the slit, collecting his precum. The action makes him moan and grip your hair, trying to push you further. "Please, Angel. Fuck."

Finally, you comply. You sit his tip on your tongue before going down to deep throat him. The sounds coming from him make you wonder if he's a virgin. He's whimpering, when you thought he would've been the one in charge. You can't help but feel a surge of power flow through you. You suck him to the base and swallow his cock.

"Ah! P-Please- Fuck, angel... Ah-" He grips your hair and he bucks his hips into your mouth. You rub his thighs and prepare yourself to take him deeper. Once you're ready, you motion for him to mouth fuck you. Once he finally got the hint after a few times, he grips your hair and fucks into your mouth as best he can.

You pull back and sit better on your knees and motion a "come here". Once he stands and walks to you, you take him into your mouth again. The action makes him moan out with his pretty voice. You can't help but suck him dry. He holds you by the head and fucks into your throat. You let him, and he goes ham.

The action between you two had been silent, but somehow more comfortable than any other time you've sucked off men. "Angel... Please, I'm so close."

And with that, you moan around his cock and help him get deeper down your throat. You want to taste his seed, you want to feel his body as it shivers.

He fucks into your mouth a few more times before tapping your cheek, but you look up into his eyes as you take him as deep as you could. He immediately cums into your mouth. You pull back and show him his semen on your tongue before swallowing.

You see him breathing heavily and struggling to stay standing. You stand and wrap your arms around him. "Jay? What's wrong, baby?" Though the nickname makes him blush, he can't help but look into your eyes.

He looks shy and he pouts slightly before speaking. "Is... Is this a bad time to tell you I'm a virgin who's never had a girlfriend?"

I'm genuinely thinking about making a part two where reader takes his virginity...

[pqnsyy]

Something Ominous

pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader

warnings: accidental murder (by tyler), violence

words: 2.2k

a/n: this was more of an experiment since it’s my first time writing for tvd! if you’d like more or something else, lmk!!

you have been a resident of mystic falls since birth, inseparable from your best friend tyler. his uncle was in town, which took away from your usual time together. it wasn’t something to let yourself get bothered over, knowing it was his family. well, there was a party at the lockwood mansion and little did you know, tyler was aware of a small werewolf curse.

you saw him go into another room with matt and two girls, figuring you’d rather not be in there. you saw stefan, approaching him with a friendly smile. “hey, stefan. how’s mystic falls been for you?”

he smiled back, looking around at the party. “it’s great. you know, it’s just an easy going small town.” this made you give a small nod, glad he was enjoying his time. you were oblivious to the fact he was quite familiar with this town.

someone you haven’t seen before approached, hair black and a bit messy but also styled. “who’s this?” the man asked stefan, smiling at you charmingly.

“damon, this is *your name.* and this is my brother, damon.” he introduced you two, hand gesturing to the respective person.

you held out your hand with a warm smile, giving his large hand a firm shake. “how do you like town?” you asked him the same question, always curious of what people thought of such a boring place.

“oh, it’s just great.” he gave you a small wink, making your heart flutter for a moment before you push it down, eyes remaining friendly.

“i’m glad.” you clear your throat, eyes landing on caroline running to the room tyler was in. you felt a bit worried, your gut telling you something was wrong. you looked back to the brothers, motioning behind you. “it was great seeing you, i’m gonna go find tyler.”

you turned before getting a response, pushing your way through the dense crowd for the door. you pushed it open, nothing able to prepare you for what you were about to see. caroline was on the floor with a passed out matt. tyler looked scared, a girl sneaking behind him with a syringe held high. “tyler!” you yelled, flinching as he turned and the girl shoved the needle into his chest.

you could see the anger take over him, hand shoving the girls head. it hit the table harshly, a cracking sound making all of you dead silent. your legs felt weak, hands trembling as tyler panicked. you watched him kneel by the girl, repeating words of fear of what he’d done. you carefully approached, breaths shaky and stomach churning at the sight of the girl.

“tyler..?” you whisper, crouching and putting a hand on his back.

“no…this can’t happen. this can’t be happening.” he breathes out, looking over the girl with his hands hovering over her still body. you bite on your trembling lip, not knowing what to do.

he stands up, hands grasping at his head in fear. he paces a bit, breathing rapidly. caroline comes and crouches next to you, her two fingers placing on the girls neck. she looks remorseful, not able to find the pulse. you look up to tyler nervously, completely unaware of what to do in this situation.

he starts to let out groans of frustration, almost seeming like something was crawling out of his chest. he let out a louder groan and crouched, making caroline stand up and you follow. “tyler? what’s happening?” she asks, voice full of fear.

“get away!” he yells, falling to his knees with more groans. you don’t listen, caroline frozen as well. he looks up, his eyes turning orange.

—

you were on his couch, leg bouncing with nerves. you had no idea what to make of what you saw, brain racking through possibilities. caroline and tyler were with you, both aware of the supernatural world. they seemed scared to tell you, having left the room to figure out how to.

they walked back in, taking seats on either side of you. you looked between them, waiting for an explanation. caroline took a deep breath, knowing this wouldn’t be easy.

“you’ve seen werewolves in movies, right?” she decided to ask, looking at you for an answer. you give a nod, not knowing how this related to what the hell just happened. “well…they’re real. and tyler’s one of them.”

this makes you furrow your brows, looking at her expectantly. this confuses her, asking what else you wanna know. “i wanna know the truth.” you state, not believing whatever lie she was making up.

she let out a frustrated groan, changing her position to fully face you. “i’m not lying! i..i can prove something to you. that the supernatural is real.” she huffs, needing you to believe her. you look at her quizzically, gesturing for her to show her proof.

she lets out a sigh, looking at you carefully. her eyes start to turn red, veins pulsing black underneath. her mouth opens with a hiss, pointy teeth making themselves known. she closes her mouth as they retract, eyes going back to normal.

you stare at her in shock, hands trembling in your lap. “umm..” you’re unsure of how to answer, backing up a bit from her. this makes her frown, reaching for your hand.

“i’m a vampire. but i wont hurt you. i know how to control it.” she gives you a reassuring smile, and you turn to tyler.

“can you do that?” you ask quietly, a little upset you didn’t know about this. he shakes his head, throat bobbing before he speaks.

“no. i’ll only turn on the full moon.” he admits, looking at you carefully. you give a small nod, figuring that made sense.

“so you’re gonna turn into a wolf?” you can’t help but find it a little humorous, the idea of your best friend being a wolf making you laugh internally. he has a small smile at your brightened mood, giving a nod.

—

it had been some time since you found out, also being told about the salvatore brothers. you were getting used to it, and were honestly becoming fascinated by the supernatural. things had slowly gotten hectic, what they called the “originals” coming to mystic falls.

you were totally sure what it meant, and how dangerous they truly were. but tonight was senior prank night and caroline was determined to make life feel normal again. you were walking in the halls with bonnie, unaware of the situation in the gym. she had tried to convince you to stay behind, but you refused.

you followed her, entering the gym with wide eyes. elena was in the middle with matt, a man in front of them. there were also two students, balancing on one leg. you looked confused, wondering who the man was. it was hard to focus on what bonnie was saying to him, that elena was alive because of her.

suddenly the door opened, a woman dragging in tyler. you gasped quietly, going to run toward him but being grabbed by the man. “ah, ah.” he kept you back, gesturing to the woman. “this is my sister, rebekah. fair warning — she can be quite mean.” he had a small smirk, looking at elena.

you looked at tyler with fear, then back at the man. rebekah shoved tyler to the man, who grabbed his shoulder tightly. tyler looked at you, not wanting you to see any of this. “someone get her out.” he looked to the people behind you, which made you look at him with a bit of anger.

“no, tyler. what the hell is happening?” you look at the man, who let out a small laugh.

“it’s very simple.” he dragged tyler towards the center of the gym. “every time i try to turn a werewolf to a hybrid, they die during the transition.” he had a hint of a smile, your eyes wide at his words. “it’s quite horrible actually.” he shrugged, biting into his wrist and shoving it to tyler’s mouth.

you watched with horror, hating the sight but unable to look away. he held tyler against his chest, forcing him to drink his blood. “i need you to find a way to save my hybrids, bonnie. and for tyler’s sake, you better hurry.” everything seemed slowed, his other hand holding onto his mouth. in one quick movement he snapped tyler’s neck, his body falling with a thud.

you let out a scream, hands covering your mouth in absolute fear. he looked up with a grin, your stomach churning with disgust. you felt elena grab your arm, pulling you away. you couldn’t fight, nearly frozen out of shock. she sat you in a classroom, matt soon entering and setting tyler’s body onto a table. you just stared, not even knowing what to think.

caroline entered and the others left, rebekah following behind. you just stayed glued to your seat, hands sweaty and shaky. he eventually woke up with a gasp, caroline immediately soothing him. you could half hear her explaining how he was in transition, rebekah cutting in to relay the fact bonnie needs to find a way to save him.

everything was a blur, words and sights going in out of your brain. soon, the man entered, who caroline said the name of. “klaus..” she whispered, staying next to tyler carefully.

he crouched by tyler, holding a vial of blood. “i’ve got a hunch.” he held out the vial, looking at tyler closely. “elena’s blood. drink it.” tyler’s face was sheen with sweat, his hunger obvious as he looked at the blood with strain. caroline was trying to stop him, but klaus wouldn’t let that happen.

tyler couldn’t stop himself, body shaking with discomfort as he drank the blood. he spit it out, falling to floor. you jumped with a gasp, standing up with surprise. you turned away, unable to watch him writhe and groan on the floor with great pain. you heard a loud growl, turning to see his eyes glow orange. you saw klaus’s satisfaction, caroline being released from rebekah’s grip.

klaus walked over to you, hand tipping up your chin. “hello, love. do you take vervain?” he asks, your mind taking a minute to process his words. you shake your head, knowing you were supposed to but kept forgetting. he looked at you closely, his eyes seeming to bore through your soul.

“forget any of this happened, go home and have a good rest.” your mind felt like a strong wind went through it, memories being taken away in a gush of a power. you nodded, not knowing what you were doing as you walked out of the school. you walked home, not living far from the school.

your family was asleep so you went straight to your room, body seeming to know what to do as you brushed your teeth and changed. something felt weird, like a chunk of your brain had been taking. but you laid down nonetheless, sleeping like a baby.

—

your life went on as always, an odd gap left in your memory. you never mentioned it, and caroline never did either. you were at the mystic grill with damon and stefan, elena inviting you to go along with them. you had been pretty quiet the whole time, sitting back in the booth while they played pool. someone sat next to you, and you looked up to see a man. it felt like you knew him, but you had no clue who he was.

“hello, love.” he gave you a charming grin, eyes scanning your face. you looked at him with a bit of surprise, as well as confusion on who he was.

“hello…do i know you?” you questioned, eyes squinted at him.

he laughs softly, shaking his head. “i’ve seen you from afar, that’s all.” he explained, making you give a small nod.

“is there something you need..?” you were confused, on who he was and why he was sitting next to you.

“i thought it was a shame to see a beautiful woman all on her own.” he gave a small shrug with a smile, effectively wooing you easily. but you knew better than to let such a small interaction make you feel attraction.

“thanks?” you look at him, unsure on how to answer. his grin only grows. “are you new to town?” you ask, knowing everyone in this small community.

he gives a small shrug, seeming ominous. “yes, but no.” he says lowly, watching your eyes. you’re confused, but before you can think too much there’s a hand on your shoulder.

it was stefan, pulling you out of the booth. elena took your hand, walking you to the door while stefan and damon sat across from the man. you just followed, swallowing with confusion. one outside you stopped, making elena look at you.

“what’s this about?” you look at her with furrowed brow.

“umm..” she seems to struggle finding words. “stay away from that guy. he has bad history.” this makes you frown, and she immediately tries to distract you. “i’ll take you home.“

so you do that, getting ready but not without plagued thoughts. you went through your routine self consciously, only in your own thoughts. you laid in bed, falling asleep with deep wonders about that mysterious man.

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

SIX

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: Happy Birthday Bill! ♥️

Eric and I decided we would meet at Jackie's that night. He would skip The Pulse and go there straight from his job because I had Odin. My sister didn't have any patience with dogs, so I couldn't leave him with them; I was obligated to have him by my side all the time. 

Eric didn't feel comfortable with me strolling around his block waiting for him so I would go to Jackie. It felt like the best option, even if Jackie could be a bit special, but something told me he would never make a pass at me again now that I was in some sort of companionship with Eric. 

When I arrived at Jackies’, he stood pressed up against the doorframe to the living room and didn't let Odin go with his eyes. He, in return, jumped even more because there was a soul giving him attention. He barked twice when I didn't release the leash off his collar fast enough; when he was free, he jumped around and on Jackie's legs in a wild dance. 

“I'm sorry, are you afraid of dogs?” I asked while taking Odin by the collar and pulled him away from the terrified Jackie. 

“Nah, no. He's just bigger than I thought.” 

I smiled a little and let Odin go again so he could check around in Jackie's small apartment. It seemed like he was looking for someone, but that could also have been my own feelings talking. 

I sat down on Jackie's couch a bit awkwardly. He had a series on I couldn't place, but it looked like some sort of fantasy. Jackie himself still stood and watched Odin run around his apartment, and I feel a bit stupid for being there with him if he was scared. Eric had said it was okay, and that was the only thing I had been able to go on. 

“I had a question for you,” said Jackie suddenly but had a hard time letting Odin go with his eyes. 

“Okay?” I said curiously and sat up a bit. I had no idea what he would ask and wondered if he maybe hadn't understood Eric and I were more than friends. 

Jackie sat down next to me on the couch while messing with his phone, then he turned it towards me. 

“Is this you?” 

It was our conversation on Snapchat, where I asked for Eric's contact information. I wanted to deny that it was me, but I knew it was too obvious that it was me, and the lie would not look good if he told Eric. 

“Yeah, it's weird, but you're not the person I thought I wrote to,” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. 

“I can't actually remember your face from that night at all?” 

Jack looked at me confused, then smirked a little.

“Maybe we both were really drunk then. Or high.” 

I laughed and made a face like he probably was right. I had some luck; Jackie wasn't the brightest. 

“Was Eric at that party?” 

“No. To be honest, I've just seen him around, like out and…” I swallowed. I didn't get this story to work at all and felt my mouth get dry as cotton. Jack’s smile fell, and I believed he had been able to see through my lie, but Jackie had other priorities in life than protecting his friend from stalkers. 

“Is it because of the abs?” 

“Hm?” The question was so off topic I couldn't understand it. 

“You mean you just saw Eric and then you wanted him that bad? I mean… It's the abs, right? You know, he just looks that muscular because he's just skin and bones. I would also look like that if I didn't allow myself a pizza. Maybe he's like anorexic or something?” 

You could hear Jackie's envy clearly in how he spoke, and I couldn't stop myself from smirking, not only of the pettiness but also because he had ignored my incoherent story so fast. 

“Or is it the height? So you know, I'm bigger than him. It's not like height tells something about that. I'm much bigger than him.” 

I nodded a little to please him so he wouldn't be upset and wish me any harm. I needed him on my side. 

Jackie smiled a little, then he dragged his thick but short fingers over my arm. I didn't say anything; I just let him believe he had a chance until my phone lit up with Eric's number. 

“Hey,” I answered fast with an excited giggle.

“Hey,” he said happily but with a nervous sound after. 

“Hey,” I said again, and then he did the same with a chuckle. 

“Are you on your way?” I asked when I realized we couldn't just say “hey” to each other. 

“Yeah, I’ll probably be there in like, twenty minutes?” 

“Maybe I can meet you?” 

Eric was quiet for a moment then made an amused exhalation.

“Is it Jackie? Is he weird?” 

“Yes,” I said with a silly voice. I didn't say more than that so Jackie wouldn't understand we talked about him. 

“He's weird sometimes, but he's just… Slow,” said Eric, like slow was a better word than what he actually wanted to say. I giggled at him but then continued our conversation. 

“Can I meet you?” 

“If you really want to meet me, you can go straight forward outside of the door and wait by the light pole with the anarchist symbol. You will see it if you just continue going right forward.” 

“Is it you who made the symbol?" I teased while I stood up from the couch. Eric laughed, and it made me laugh too. 

“Could have been! But Delilah, take Odin with you; I don't want—” 

“Leave Odin here?” I looked towards Jackie to try him, and he looked up at me with panicked eyes. “I don't think Jackie has time for him.” Jackie nodded relieved and looked towards Odin, who was lying on the ragged carpet with one of his socks. 

"Oh, okay, but yeah, take him with you, these neighborhoods aren't the best.”

It was hard to miss Eric when he was so tall and broad shouldered. He walked with purpose, and I saw him put his headphones in their case when he noticed me. It looked like he was dressed completely in black, just like me, but I was dressed in jeans and a black tube top under my black fur jacket. Something told me he wasn't as dressed up. When he walked under a streetlamp that lit up his chiseled facial features, Odin started to pull on the leash and bark. I took hold of him and hushed him, but he continued to dance around in excitement. He acted like he knew the man walking towards us even if they had never really met.

When Eric came up to us, he did something so smoothly I couldn't follow his motion. After letting Odin sniff his hand, he patted his cheek smoothly but then back over his chest which made him stand slick to his side. Odin looked up at him, and Eric looked back before telling him, with a firm voice, to sit. Odin did what he said and wagged his tail when he got a stroke on his cheek and neck as an encouragement. I looked at them with my mouth slightly open. It was insane seeing how easy it was for Eric but also so sexy. He wore dark blue work pants and a black hoodie and didn't look like a man I would have wanted to meet under a streetlamp before I got to know him. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly. 

“Hey.” His way of smiling was so cute and kind, but I could understand how some would miss it being too distracted by the facial tattoos and those mysterious eyes.

“Hi.” A sound of infatuation left my lips and I felt my cheeks warm from embarrassment. It caused an awkward silence between us because none of us knew how we would continue. I wanted to kiss him but didn't dare, and he seemed to use Odin as a reason to avoid a weird hello, but instead it became even weirder. I was used to guys taking the lead, but Eric didn't act like them at all and didn't seem to be in a hurry to get further in our relationship. 

“Ehm,” he said after a while and looked towards Jackie’s building. “Should we..?” 

I could feel the cringe in my body. He acted like the boys I dated in my teens, and I could feel how I started to act like my fifteen-year-old self when I nodded with an unsure smile. We walked in silence next to each other, Odin close to Eric, in his rhythm and Eric with his hands deep in the front pocket of his hoodie. I needed to kill the silence, even if it would be even more awkward. 

“How was work?” 

Eric gave me a quick glance and then started to dig in his pockets. He pulled out a cigarette package from a pocket on his thigh and lit a cigarette with a cobalt blue Bic lighter.

“Eehh… good,” he said shortly, but after two drags he seemed to relax and understand he must say more than that to keep a conversation going. 

“An elevator had gotten stuck with nine drunk guys that weren't even in the right building. It was too heavy.” 

“Nine? That's just stupid… Ehm, do you have some sort of education in this?” 

Eric was quiet, and for a moment I thought I said something stupid. 

“I'm a welder… But I got fired from my first job and… Yeah, I didn't feel like doing it again.” 

I looked at him with big eyes and just waited for him to tell me more. I could almost guess why he lost the job, and I hoped he would share it now with me, but he didn't; instead, he smiled at me and changed the subject. 

“So Jackie is a pain in the ass?” 

I laughed, but there was a hint of disappointment in it. I wanted the subject to be deeper than that. 

“Yeah… He says you're anorexic?” 

Eric laughed and shook his head. 

“Because of my abs?” 

I laughed more sincerely now and nodded. 

“How did you know?” 

“He has said it before. That I'm just a skinny dude, and you can see my muscles better because of it.” 

“Is that true?” 

Eric smirked and looked at me. 

“You can investigate that later.” 

The flirty comment came unexpectedly, and I made an amused but surprised sound. His body he seemed to not be insecure about. Eric laughed embarrassed, like he wanted to take back what he had said, but the laugh also seemed to relax him, and I could see it in his face and posture. 

“I'm happy you came, ehm… It's too bad we work like we do?” 

“You mean that I work during the weeks, while you work nights on the weekends?” I said with a warm but a bit disappointed smile. 

“Yeah! My job sucks in so many ways.” 

“What would you like to work with?” 

Eric stomped out his cigarette and started to play with the lighter in his hand. 

“I don't know. I don't think I can get something better anyway. I'm glad I have a job.” 

“But if?” 

I looked at him interested, and he looked a bit awkward in the spotlight. 

“I like to draw, but that's not a job?” 

“You do?” I thought about what he had said in my dreams—that he drew when he was younger. 

“Mm. I had a long pause for several years, but I've started again. A few months ago. I guess a creative job like yours would be amazing.” 

“We could have a business together; I do people’s hair and you tattoo them,” I joked, but there was some seriousness in it too. Eric chuckled lowly. 

“I have a machine, but I’ve just done really ugly tattoos on myself and friends. It's another craft. I like the drawing pad.” 

I just nodded a little as an answer because we had arrived at Jackie's entrance door. 

I was disappointed we had arrived just when he had started to open up, but I had hoped we wouldn't stay with Jackie that long. Maybe he could just smoke with him, then we could walk to his place instead. 

At Jackie's, two other guys had joined. One had a similar look as Eric, with a short, uneven haircut and small, silly tattoos spread over his arms in an irregular pattern; the other one didn't have any tattoos at all and looked surprisingly basic. The tattooed one they called Granny for some reason they didn't tell me, while the other they just called Karl. But they didn't call Eric, Eric, instead, they called him Crow. I looked at him and wondered if it was because of his black hair, the eyeliner he seemed to use sometimes, but I started to realize I wouldn't be able to guess. Eric sat leaned back on the couch with Odin laying half way up in his lap while I sat on his other side with my feet up on the couch. I had felt Eric's hand graze my shin a couple of times; otherwise, he just treated me like a new friend in their group. 

“Why do they call you Crow?” I asked with a low voice, just to him. Eric looked at me and smiled a little embarrassed. He was on his way to answer, but Karl interrupted him. 

“He has his own Crow.” 

I looked between Karl and Eric a bit confusingly. 

“The first time we were at his place, a crow landed on the roof outside of his window, and he let it in like it was the most natural thing. And he called it Crow, so we gave him the same name. It was cute.” Karl smirked towards Eric, who still looked a bit embarrassed. I looked at him, then down at my dog, being more pleased than he had ever been. 

“I guess I'm just good with animals?” Eric said with a shoulder shrug and caressed Odin behind his ear calmly. The dog just made a pleased sound. 

“Yeah… I can see that. Odin is the worst otherwise.” 

Eric smiled a little and just shrugged his shoulders again. He was the modest type. When he finally looked up at me, our eyes met, and my heart started to beat hard in my chest. I didn't know if the others looked at us because in that moment it was just us, like in my dreams. We leaned closer together, and our lips met in a hungry kiss. He tasted like weed, and I probably tasted like the cheap beer Jackie had given me. We kissed a couple more times, and I stood up on my knees to reach him better. Eric dragged his long fingers over my waist and let a soft finger tip crawl in under the edge of my top to feel my naked skin. I giggled a little into his mouth because it tickled, and I could feel him smile. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it, you're horny, but you don't need to do that here!” Said Jackie, upset with a bitter undertone. Eric released my lips, but I sat down in his lap, to both Jackie's and Odin's irritation. 

“Isn't it hot in here?” Said Eric and looked at me, then at Jackie. I knew at once what it was about. "Yeah, it's hot in here?” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah, it's hot in here.” I giggled, agreeing with him.

Eric signaled to me to move a bit from him so he could pull off his white t-shirt. Granny and Karl didn't react to his naked skin, but I looked at Jackie and saw him look at him with irritation. I couldn't really understand their friendship because Jackie clearly felt a grudge towards Eric. 

However I didn't look at Eric with irritation; I just looked at his body greedily. He wasn't just a thin guy. His arms were strong and big. I could see every muscle flex in his upper body in a way they hadn't if he had just been skinny. He was in perfect shape. 

“That's some ugly tattoo, man,” said Karl and pointed towards a face by Eric's nipple, or the nipple actually was an eye. It was ugly, like many of his tattoos. 

“Yeah, that one was a bad idea.” Eric shook his head while I changed my position, straddling his lap. Karl lost Eric's attention at once when I started to drag my finger over the horsehead on his side. Eric looked at me with big eyes, so big he almost looked animated. 

"Can't we go to your place?” I said lowly and moved down closer to his crotch. Eric dragged his hands over my thighs and licked his lips. 

“Do you want that?” 

It was such a stupid question after mine, but by looking at him, I understood he was serious. 

“Yes.” 

He nodded a little. 

“Yeah, okay then.” 

××× 

“It feels like you have so many sides to explore, but you are so shy,” I said with a little giggle speaking to Eric while we walked to his home. I let him hold the leash because Odin just wanted to be by his side anyway. Eric gave me a glance and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Not really. If you think about the crow, it's the only fun thing I can tell.” He smiled a little, but it didn't feel completely relaxed. “Why did you get a dog? Have you always wanted a dog?” 

I shook my head and looked at Odin. 

“I share him with a friend who loves dogs, but he didn't feel he had time for one by himself, and I was restless, so… Yeah, a dog felt like a good idea, but I'm not so sure anymore. I'm not that good at it, and my friend believes he is, but I think he gives Odin too little love.” 

Eric gave me a crooked smile. 

“That says a lot about you, I think.” 

“Hm?” 

“You're more for love than discipline… I like that.” He smiled warmly at me, and I felt my cheeks get warm. “Some look down on people being sweet to their pets, but I just think it shows me it's a person I want to be around. That tries to get respect with love. Not being a pushover or like that, but just… choosing love.” 

I felt it tickle all over my body when he talked so sweetly, and as a reflex, I took his arm and pressed my cheek against his bicep. He looked down at me, and I wondered if I had taken it too far, but he just moved his arm to lay around my shoulders instead. 

We talked more about our jobs, music, and our friends. I even talked about Robin, but never by name. Eric just found out I had a guy friend I worked with, had a dog with, and that he knew the most things about me. He never asked for his name. 

We continued to talk even up in his apartment, but then I became reminded of what happened the last time I was there. The couch cushion didn't have a cover, instead, it was covered with a plaid blanket. It made the whole couch look cheaper and older than it had before, and I laid my hands over my face while Odin tipped around, looking and sniffing at everything. 

“A new cover is on its way. Just IKEA that is slow,” he said with a kind smile and just like the last time he opened the fridge. 

“I've… I have other stuff other than eggs at home if you want something?” I walked up to him and looked in the fridge, and bread was lying on the counter. 

“Have you shopped for me?” I said with a giggle and hugged his waist. 

Eric looked down at me and scratched his neck, embarrassed. 

“I just… I wanted to have something else to offer you.” 

“You're so sweet!” I said it with an extra cute voice and stood up on my toes so I could kiss his cheek. Eric smirked a little, and with heavy eyes he leaned down for a real kiss instead. We kissed a couple of times, just soft and sweet, but it didn't stop both my heart and sex from beating so hard I wondered if he could see it on the outside of my body. 

××× 

Eric opened a beer for each of us, and then we sat down on the couch, me on the plaid blanket. I decided that myself because it didn't feel more than right. The couch felt too small for us both; not that I complained about sitting close to him, but neither one of us seemed to sit comfortably. 

“I should really get a bigger couch, but I haven't had money for it,” he said, a bit embarrassed. “I'm mostly in bed when I relax; you know, stretch out.” It almost sounded like an invitation, and for a moment I was the one getting nervous, and I locked myself in, in his bathroom. 

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and fixed my mascara that had crumbled into pieces under my eyes. I didn't feel hot enough for Eric, and I wondered if it was that which stopped him from making a serious move towards me, or did he? In awkward ways, like saying he likes spending time in his bed? I walked out of the bathroom when it felt like I'd been there a little bit too long. 

“I can't just sleep with her… It doesn't feel right.” I heard Eric say with a low voice, and I understood quickly he was speaking on the phone. "It's not what she wants, I think. And I… The one night stand thing doesn't give me much. But I can't date. You know that too. And she's a good girl… Eh, fuck, it feels like I'm fooling her.” 

I walked closer to the living room to hear what he said, but that made Odin look towards the hallway, and Eric reacted at once at his movement. Stupid dog. 

“I must hang up. Thank you, Nick.” 

I tried to walk out like I hadn't heard anything, but Eric dragged his hands over his thighs and smiled at me apologetic.

“I guess you heard that,” he said and continued to drag his hands over his thighs. I shrugged my shoulders. 

“A bit.” Eric nodded and looked towards the TV even if it was off, and the most interesting thing he could see was his mirrored self. I sat down next to him, and he looked at me with big, sad eyes. It was that gaze I had seen in all the photos of him, like he was close to giving up. 

“I have a lot in life right now… Or, or rather, I've always had a lot in life and…” It was obvious he had a hard time finding the words, but I knew what he wanted to say. He said it the first time we met too, but I clearly needed a reminder because I had started to think about him as a potential boyfriend. 

“I can't date, and I know I'm not the sort of person you want to date. I’m constantly a source for disappointment…” 

I didn't like hearing him talk about himself like that, but I still wanted him to tell me with his own words about his addiction. 

“What do you mean?” I asked and sat down closer to him so I could drag soft fingertips through his hair. 

“I'm sorry if you feel I fooled you. I just get caught up in it? I really think you're special, but…” He looked out in the air and didn't say anything more; he just sucked his lips. 

“Why are you a disappointment?” I asked again. At that moment, I didn't care that he tried to push me away. I wanted him to talk about his addiction, and I would be with him even if he felt like he wasn't worthy of me. 

“I just… Never succeed with anything. I hurt people. I use people. To be honest, I'm a fucking asshole,” he said with an unamused laugh. 

"No, you're not.” I played with the longer hair by his neck and looked at him sincerely; it was just that Eric gave me the same kind of look back. 

"Yes, I am. I will break every promise I give you; I will stand you up; I will take your money; I will cheat. That's the man I am.” 

He leaned forward on his forearms against his knees and dropped his head so I couldn't see his face. 

“That's not you, Eric.” 

I said it even if I wasn't sure. He was such a sweet, humble guy, but I had no idea if he was that person all the time, and he said the same words both Robin and Simone had said. 

Eric covered his face with his big tattooed hands. I wondered if he was crying and if he wanted me to comfort him. When he looked up again, he looked at me with resignation. 

“I think about drugs every other minute. I can't even be present in reality because I just want a fix.” 

I felt my eyes tear up because I really thought he was over it. I thought the drugs were a part of his past.

“That's not true,” I said again because I didn't want to believe his words. 

“That's why I work out so much. Because without it, I would do anything to get a syringe of morphine just pushed into my veins.” 

It felt like he said it that way to give a shock effect, but it was just as awful to hear it anyway, and silently I started to cry. 

“That's not true…” 

Eric didn't say anything, and it made me just sob louder. It was probably a bit much that I sat and cried like that for a guy I've met twice, but I had known him for a much longer time than he understood. After a few seconds, he took me in his arms so I could cry against his chest. He hugged me close and warmly, and he probably saw it as some sort of ending for my belief in him as a boyfriend. He let me go slowly when I had calmed down, and he dragged his hands over my upper arms comfortingly. 

“Do you want me to call you a cab? I understand if you feel that you don't want to stay here with me.” 

The irony was that he looked hurt even if he was the one pushing me away. I looked into his sad eyes and then patted his high cheekbone. 

“I want to be with you…” 

He licked his lips and pulled me up in his lap. 

“I have warned you now. I will disappoint you.” His eyes wore a shine that made them glitter like emeralds. 

“I don't care.” 

My voice was determined, and my move to take his cheeks in my hand to kiss him with passion was just as determined. Eric kissed back and took a hard grip in the back of my neck and let his tongue wrestle with mine. Making love with mine. 

××× 

It was me who started to take off his clothes, but it was he who carried me to his bed. I had always felt self-conscious when guys tried to lift me. I felt heavy when they didn't succeed in carrying me comfortably, but Eric lifted me so easily I felt weightless. He threw me up, straddling his waist, and I didn't even need to hold myself there with my thighs because his strong hands holding my ass did the work. I giggled into the kisses when he carried me to bed while hugging my ass. He laid me down on the bed smoothly while our kisses started to just be our tongues licking each other. I dragged my hands down his muscular back, and I touched the small marks where I could feel his tattoos being tattooed too deep. Eric pulled away, standing on his knees. His eyes were dark and excited, and I took the moment to pull off my top and bra and then also my jeans. He helped me take them off, then stood up to kick off his own pants. I looked at him with big eyes where he stood just dressed in blood red Armani boxers. His perfect muscular body, covered in tattoos with various qualities and artistry. I could see the imprint of a long, thick line in the boxers, and I was quite sure Jackie had lied earlier. Eric even looked bigger than in my dreamworld. 

I sat up in bed, moved to the edge of the bed, and dragged him by the hips towards me. His cock was just in front of me, and I could feel his big eyes on me when I dragged my tongue over the fabric of the underwear, tracing the thick line laying up against his hip. I kissed the tip through the fabric and nuzzled it with my nose until it twitched in its tight restraint. Eric breathed out heavily. 

“I want to sleep,” he said with a strained voice. I looked up at him with my cheek pressed against his erection. “I want to sleep,” he said again, then moved away so he could lay down in bed. I looked at him in shock while he crawled down under the cover, acting like he suddenly was super tired. He closed his eyes hard, probably to make it seem like he fell asleep at once.

××× 

When I woke up, the radio was on, and a commercial about a new Mazda was the first thing my newly awakened brain took in. I woke up at the same place I had fallen asleep, next to Eric in midnight blue satin sheets. He laid on his belly with his face towards me. I looked at him sadly. I wanted him so much, but he was the most difficult guy I've ever met, even if he also, probably, was the kindest one. I looked at his facial features, the high forehead, the oval face shape, and the perfect mix of male and female attributes. He was pretty as a doll. I had memorized some of the pictures from his childhood and could see the little boy in his face, even if he had fine lines around his eyes.

I looked at the tattoos and sighed, just they could tell me he wasn't as easy as Dante or anyone else of my exes. 

The pain in my chest spread slowly out in my body and made me almost feel sick, so I felt forced to leave Eric alone in bed; instead, I looked around in his studio apartment. In a corner he had training equipment, and I could just say what half of it was. The training had been attractive in my eyes, but now, after his confession, it felt dirty. It was just a coping strategy. His kitchen was quite empty but looked cleaned. It didn't look like he used it so much. On one wall he had a big painting of a samurai. Next to the couch was a big window with a broad window sill. It could have been a cozy place to sit, but Eric had mostly books in it, like a shelf. I looked through the titles. Much was about Asia, martial arts, but also art. It was several horror books by Poe and Lovecraft, but also others. A few about bands like Sex Pistols and The Cure. One book about Vivienne Westwood but also sketchbooks. I couldn't stop myself from pulling them out. They were marked with a year, and I looked in one from that year. He was really good. Really, really good. He painted in a mix of classic Japanese art, anime, and his own personal style with a black marker pen. Mostly he painted animals, fighting guys and naked women. I looked with big eyes at a woman spreading her legs while a Chinese dragon pushed his way out of her sex. There were erotic pictures, even the one I couldn't stop staring at. It was painted like a comic, with several squares. It was a woman, dancing in a fountain, topless. Her hair was similar to mine, and she had flared jeans. You couldn't see her face really, but there were several drawings of her breast, wet, her own hands playing with the nipples, or a man's big, tattooed hands hugging them in his wide palms. It felt stupid to think about, but that was my breasts. I could see it was mine, and I could see it was his hands. In the last picture, you could see a woman's lips sucking the man's tattooed fingers. You didn't see her face, just lips and hollowed cheeks. That was me. I was certain it was me. 

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[empress-simps]

Danger Meter [3]

》Assumptions《

■Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

■Pronouns: She/Her Fem!Reader

■Warnings: Language, also probably some medical inaccuracies

■Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and Fluff

■Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

》 Masterlist 》 Bradley's Masterlist

》 Previous 》 Next

"Is she alright?"

"Lieutenant L/n is very lucky. She only sustained a few bruises, and a gash on her face. We would like to keep her overnight so we can continue to monitor her."

"I see... Thank you, doctor."

"The pleasure is all mine. I'll get going now, Lieutenant."

You heard the voices talking back and forth stop as you slowly tried to open your eyes— immediately shutting it as the bright flourescent light from the ceiling temporary blinded you.

"Where.. Am.. I?"

You could feel your throat was dry and your voice came out hoarse, cracking at the end.

"Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?"

Scrunching your brows, you snapped. "Can you stop shouting? I'm not deaf, statefarm. I'm surprised you got into heaven too." Your voice coming out softer than what you intent to be. You slowly opened your eyes again as you tried to adjust to the brightness of the room.

Hangman sighed, quite relieved. "Glad you're still the same. You're not dead, you're in the hospital. Also, excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"And here I was, about to grab you some water so you can properly talk." He scoffed, you looked at him and cracked a small, playful smile. "Do be a dear and get me one, Seresin."

Hangman grumbled but still complied, you took a long sip from the straw as he assisted you. "Thanks, Hangman. I appreciate it."

He flashes you with his signature smile, "Anytime, Crash. Just don't pull shit like that again." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm serious, all of us were about to have a heart attack."

"Sorry 'bout that." You took a second to scan the room for any sign of your best friend. "Where's Bob?" You asked, curious on where he is.

"He passed out."

"What?"

"I know. He'll be here soon." As soon as Hangman said that, a knock was heard along with 'Are you sure this is where she is?' Most likely from Bob.

You chuckled, "Yeah Robby, this is my room. Come on in." You heard the doorknob turn and there he was, your bestfriend who was not pleased as he scanned your current state. Hangman excused himself as he got called by Coyote.

Pheonix raised an eyebrow at you as she, and surprisingly Rooster entered your room, following Bob. "You and Bagman? Since when?"

You looked at her incredulously. "What? We're not together."

"Then why is he in your room?"

"Oh I don't know, let me guess— he's probably checking on me since I'm his wingman?" You asked sarcastically while Bob fretted over you like a mother hen.

"Hey Rooster, how are you?"

You cracked a small smile as you greeted your crush fellow naval aviator. Rooster smiled back, "Shouldm't I be the one asking you that, Crash?" He chuckled, resulting in you to blush and laugh. "Well, I think you already know I feel like shit."

"But you don't look like one."

"Tell that to me when I don't have this gauze on my cheek." You chuckled, trying not to let him see you flustered at his compliment.

Bob and Pheonix shared a knowing look to each other, which went unnoticed to you and Rooster .

"We were worried about you, Y/n/n." You heard Bob say. Turning to him, you sighed. "Sorry, Robby. I was quite scared myself too, I thought it was the end of me." You looked down at your hands. Noticing how the room changed into a more serious atmosphere.

"I probably scared my soulmate half to death too." You joked as Bob shaked his head. "I think you did."

Rooster perked up, you and Bob aren't soulmates?

As stupid as it sounds, he tried his best to look for your wrist secretly. Trying to see your mark. What he didn't expect was he felt his mark pulse when he saw yours.

He took a step back. What in the world? Why does he feel his mark pulse?

"Rooster? You okay?" Pheonix asked, taking note of his sudden change in demeanor. You and Bob looked to Rooster, seemingly confused.

"U-uh yeah, I just— I remembered I need to talk to Maverick about something." He mumbled as he took another step back before turning and leaving the room.

Bob could already sense the hurt and dissappointment rolling off you in waves. Pheonix furrowed her brows

"What is up with him?"

Rooster knew that was the most pathetic excuse he has given in his entire life.

Not only was it a half-baked plan, his body language gave it away. Hell he didn't even know why he told he'd be talking with Maverick, when he knows that they know there's a tension between them two.

He found himself walking into hard deck, going straight to the bar. Not paying attention to Penny and Maverick flirting across him.

"Bradshaw." He heard an all too familiar southern voice called out. Bradley turned to look around and saw Hangman from the table, a knowing smile on his face.

Rooster already know how this is going to go.

"Hangman." He mumbled, turning back his attention to the bar about to order a drink.

"You know, a little bird told me what happened while y'all were listening to us on the radio earlier." Hangman said, slowly coming over to where Rooster's at.

"And I heard something.. strange." Jake smiled, circling around Rooster as if he was a predator. Rooster looked at him, "I don't want to hear any of your bullshit, Hangman."

"Oh, don't worry Bradshaw. I won't take up too much of your time. I just wanna.. ask something." Jake said, an unknown glint present in his eyes. Without even letting Bradley speak, he continued.

"Your mark turned dark red to black. Didn't it, Bradshaw?"

Rooster felt his body went rigid as he heard those words uttered out by Hangman. He looked at the smirking blonde with anger slowly consuming him.

He heard Hangman laugh, "Don't even try denying it, Bradshaw. You already gave it away."

Bradley looked at him, eyes seething in anger. "What is it to you, Hangman?" The Texan boy hummed, "Well because I know who you suspect your soulmate is."

"That is none of ypur concern-"

"Oh but it is, especially if it's about her." Hangman's expression turned serious, as he stared down his fellow naval aviator.

Bradley looked at him, "I don't even know who you're referring to-"

"Crash. Don't fucking deny it, Bradshaw. I know you think she's your soulmate."

Rooster balled up his fists, every ounce of his being trying not to punch Hangman. Out of the corner of his eye, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback slowly started to gather around him and Hangman, readying themselves in case a fight breaks out.

"What if she is? What are you gonna do about it?" Rooster challenged, standing up from his seat as he came closer to Hangman, not breaking their stare.

Hangman smirked, "I'll make sure you won't even lay a finger on her to find out."

Taglis [Closed] : @auszimbo @twsssmlmaa

[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness VI /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Mentions of funeral and death.

Word Count: 1,4K

Notes: This was hard to write cuz i had a massive writers block, my writing is making me really insecure and this sucks.

Son of the darkness masterlist

Main Masterlist

Y/N stared at the golden crown atop Azriel's head, her eyes shining with tears, it was like the world had stopped spinning, her breath was caught in her throat as she stared at him, she could see her shaking hands, as she tried to gather the necessary strength to do what she had to. Her mind clouded with all of her childhood memories, the happy times she shared with him, how he guided her in the dark times, she was scared, what would she do without him? 

She breathed deeply, getting ready to stand, her feet carrying her body until she stopped in front of Loralen's door, her heart was beating fast, her head was spinning and her whole body was shaking, she feared opening that door and seeing his dead body.  Her hand slowly pushed the door open, he was laying in his bed, like he was sleeping, a happy expression covered his features, and his chest didn't move anymore.

She walked to his side, her shaking finger pressed to his neck, trying to find a steady pulse, anything, but she found nothing, her knees failed and she fell, burying her head in his cold chest, the thick tears running down her cheeks as she clung to him. He was her father and yet again, she had lost one of the few people she loved, she could feel her heart splitting in two, being torn apart in her chest, the pain suffocating.

Evanore was the first to move, her tiny body rushing through the corridors as she ran after her friend, the door was slightly open, and she poked her head inside, finding Y/N crying over the High Lord's dead body, she felt sad for her friend, Eva was now the only family she had left, she slowly walked inside, crouching on her side and running a hand over her back, Y/N's head snapped up, her red puffy eyes landing on Eva and turning to the door, where Azriel stand.

“Don’t.” She warned him, and he looked down, the whole room was covered in a thick blanket of shadows, his own afraid to touch it. He looked up again, noticing that they were coming from Y/N’s hands, he wondered what would happen if he stepped inside since Evanore seemed just fine between them. As if she had read his mind, the blond rose her arm and she saw the pendant glowing protection. “Your powers.” She whispered and Y/N looked up again.

Azriel watched as the shadows retrieved back to her palm, the room clean like they weren’t there mere seconds ago, that was impressive, her red eyes laying on him once again and she got up, like she remembered something, running past him, leaving him standing there confused. 

“She’s going to work on the funeral.” Eva said getting up again.

“She should rest, he was important to her.” He followed the blond to the corridor. 

“Good luck telling her that.” She turned to Azriel, grabbing his wrist all of sudden. “I’ll make you a protection pendant as well, so you won’t die around her.”

“What do you mean?” He asked curiously, he didn’t knew she had powers, specially deathly ones.

“She’s able to take people’s senses away with that power, but when she wants, she can take everything, until you cannot breathe anymore, when she goes through traumatic things, they get out of control and it takes only one step into her shadows for you to die.” Azriel shivered, she was full of surprises, wasn’t she?

The next few days were a blur in everyone’s mind, Azriel barely saw Y/N as she got the council ready to crown him and the funeral. The ceremony was beautiful, and he couldn’t help to think that this was what his mother deserved, everyone reunited to say their goodbyes to the High Lords, feasts were held in the whole court to celebrate him, and in the end, his body was burned in a huge funeral pyre. 

Azriel looked at himself in the mirror once again, Rhysand and Cassian helped him get dressed, all of them wearing official Court of Shadows fashion, helped a lot that the colors matched the Night Court’s outfits, so they were somehow comfortable in them. He never dressed so fancily in his life, not even in the times he had come to Hewn City, it felt weird but he didn’t hate it. He was wearing a black suit with some golden details, his cobalt siphons adorning his chest and arms.

“Let’s crown you then.” Rhysand said and smiled at his brother, the onyx crown atop his head shining in the sunlight. The bat trio walked to the designated area in the Manor where the meeting with other powerful faes, responsible for helping around the Court awaited. Feyre was talking with Evanore and Y/N, Azriel’s eyes quickly landed on the female, she was wearing a simple black dress with a deep v neckline, the pendant in her neck glowing slightly in blue, and she had some more jewelry, her hair was down, completely straight and she was wearing a silver headpiece, the cobalt stone in the middle making his heart beat faster. 

“High Lords!” She greeted them, bowing to him and Rhys. “Lord Cassian.” Cassian rolled his eyes at her and she smiled at him. “It’s going to be just fine, I’ll pretty much handle everything, there’s nothing to worry about. Are you ready?” Azriel nodded and she opened the doors.

The room was filled with so many different people, men, women, old, and new, Evanore rushed to sit with Rune, and Y/N led them to the spare table that was facing the others. Azriel sat in the middle and she sat on his right, all the eyes watching him curiously. 

“The council of the Court of Shadows welcomes Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.” They bowed to him. “Feyre Archeron, High Lady of the Night Court.” They repeated the gesture in a sign of respect. “ Cassian, General of the Night Court and Lord of Bloodshed.” They bowed to him and Cassian smiled proudly. “And Azriel Malthalion, son of Eletha Malthalion, grandson of Loralen Malthalion, heir and High Lord of the Court of Shadows.” Y/N finished, Azriel looked around the room, most looked satisfied with him, but some looked angry. 

“Yet to be.” Someone said from the crowd, Az spotted the old male sitting in the back, he was wearing all black, expensive jewelry, and had long black hair. He got up, the picture of arrogance as he started to walk around the table. “Can we trust a foreign male to care for our people when he doesn’t even know us?” He questioned. 

Azriel knew his doubts were valid, they didn’t know him, and they didn’t have any motives to trust him but he was ready to try, to meet his people, and to make this work, he wanted to be a good High Lord for them, and he would be. He noticed how many people had brushed that man’s question off, and that made him curious, he was about to say something when Y/N opened her mouth.

“The same way you were trusted to take care of the people in your zone Lord Ilipetor?” Some people laughed under their breaths, including Evanore and the witch besides her. “I think it’s correct to say that every member of this council remembers what happened when you asked Loralen to be independent and to take care of your zone. Poverty, hunger, war, and death, we all remember this stain in our past, so I don’t think you’re fit to say what’s best for our people when Loralen himself wanted his grandson as the High Lord.” 

The man looked like he was about to combust, but he didn’t argue when he got back to his seat. Rune got up, all the attention on the older witch as she bowed to Azriel. “Loralen talked to me, he wanted my help to locate Lord Azriel so he would take his place as the High Lord, it was his last wish and no one should argue with that.” She looked at Ilipetor. “He should just be crowned so we can focus on what matters, the upcoming war.” 

Rushed whispers started to travel along the table, all of them agreeing with Rune, the court needed its High Lord, and all of them knew, deep down, that Azriel would be good for them. Y/N got up, and walked to the back of the room, the golden crown in her hands as she handed it to the first male on the table, the held the crown with one hand while the other he used to drop some kind of powder in the piece, whispering something the crown glowed brightly, then he handed the crown to the person on his side, the procedure was repeated until everyone had done, Y/N was the last one to do, then she walked to Azriel, placing the crown on his head, in the place that it belonged. 

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hi!! so english is not my first language so idk if i'm writing it right, can i request a eunjang + union boys reacting to reader having a panic attack?

when you’re having a panic attack ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ you’d never had a panic attack. he has

➤ when your breathing picks up to the point where you’re hyperventilating, panicked tears begin to stream down your face

➤ gray was supposed to meet you at your house to study at 3, and you watch in agony as the clock ticks to 6. he was never late, and you wouldn’t have worried so much if not for your friend spam-texting you that the union is coming for your school

➤ there’s a knock on your door, but you’re limbs feeling like they’re prickling with sleep. you can’t stand from your spot on the floor no matter how hard you try

➤ thankfully for you, gray knows your lock code

➤ your vision is dotted with black spots, and when gray appears before you, part of you thinks he’s a hallucination

➤ “c-can’t.. breathe…” you manage to choke out, desperation clear in your voice

➤ “okay, sweetheart, it’s okay now. i’m here. you’re going to be okay.” he says in an extremely calm voice, carefully patting your hair down in an attempt to soothe you

➤ it works, and you can feel your pulse calming beneath your skin. you breathe, focusing solely on the feeling of his hand in your hair

➤ “i’ll stay with you tonight, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

donald na

➤ you’d just gotten off the phone with your neighbor, and they told you that the mailman left your gate open, and your dog got loose

➤ you started to panic immediately, knowing your dog was still young and liked to slip out of his collar. sure enough, you found the fabric on the floor when returning home

➤ you searched until it was dark out, and then you searched some more. everyone you asked said they hadn't seen him, and your anxiety was reaching an all-time high

➤ after the failed search, you had enough sense to make your way to donald's apartment, hoping he might be able to help

➤ donald opened his arms for you the minute he saw your shaking self, and tried to soothe you as your tears stained his shirt

➤ “can you take a breath with me? that’s good, darling.”

➤ it took some more time in his arms for you to calm down enough to speak, and when you told him what happened, donald flashed you an assuring smile

➤ "my guys have gotten lazy. i'm sure they'll appreciate a good game of hide and seek."

➤ sure enough, your dog was returned to you, and you nearly cried with joy as donald hugged you again. "don't hesitate to come to my first next time, alright?"

ben park

➤ when ben finds you curled up in the school bathroom one evening, hunched in on yourself and struggling to breathe, his mind instantly goes to the worst scenarios

➤ he would cup your face in his hands and force you to keep your eyes on him as he breaths with you

➤ “when you’re ready, i want you to tell me what happened.”

➤ once you managed to catch your breath, you told ben all about how you failed a test and dropped nearly a dozen ranks. it shouldn’t have been a huge deal, but this could cost you your chance at a scholarship

➤ you could tell ben was trying to come up with comforting words, but he didn’t care for school as much as you do, so he wasn’t sure what to say to comfort you

➤ “okay, uh, are there retakes available? extra credit?” “no” “then… i’ll help you study for the next one!”

➤ you found yourself smiling, surprised at how quickly ben managed to cheer you up

➤ “are you sure? i know how much you hate this stuff…”

➤ “yeah, but you need me. we will study until our fingers fall off and you’ll get your perfect score. so please don’t worry, okay? i love you.”

jake ji

➤ you never liked to appear weak in front of jake. it wasn’t that you were afraid, you just liked being his pillar. you didn’t want him to ever worry about you

➤ but when news broke about the war between the union and eunjang, you couldn't help it

➤ "jake?" you called, afraid to disturb him but very scared at how hard your heart was beating against your ribs. your stomach felt hollow and useless in your body

➤ he didn't look up, and you were about to leave when you accidentally knocked a bowl off of the counter. it shattered against the floor, and you dropped into a panicked crouch

➤ "don't move, are you o—" he saw your trembling hands and stopped. "y/n, are you okay?"

➤ "i'm sorry, i, it's just a bowl, i'm..." you didn't stop stuttering out nonsense until jake carefully took your hands in his before you accidentally hurt yourself

➤ "what's going on, lovely?" and you broke into sobs

➤ you fell forward into jake's chest and he wrapped his arms around you as you told him your concerns for his safety. "this isn't like the other fights, jake. you could get hurt. you could get killed."

➤ "that's not going to happen," he soothed gently, "you know that's not going to happen." but you didn't stop crying or trembling until you were out of the room and completely in your boyfriend's arms

➤ "y/n, listen. you're going to be fine. i'm going to be fine. so please, don't scare me like that again, okay? we're going to be fine."

gerard jin

➤ you’d just been told by your parents that you were moving across the country for your dad’s job

➤ since your bedroom is on the first floor, gerard has a habit of tapping on your window to visit. when you don’t answer your phone, he decides to go over

➤ he sees you sitting on your bed, back turned to him, and doesn’t think much of it until he hears your quiet sobs slipping between your fingers

➤ “y/n?” he called into the quiet, and you felt yourself break. “they’re taking me away from you, from everything! i can’t—i can’t—“

➤ gerard was by your side in seconds, taking you in his arms and pulling you tight against his chest

➤ “didn’t…” you gasped out, fingers digging into his biceps as you try to calm yourself. “didn’t.. wanna leave.. you,”

➤ “i know, honey, i know.” he kissed your head, letting his lips linger against your hair as you forced yourself to slow your sobs. “but i’m not going anywhere. not now, not ever.”

wolf keum

➤ there was no reason for you to panic, so you weren’t sure why you woke with your heart beating a million miles a second, your cheeks sticky with tears

➤ checking the time, you realized it was only 2 am. you didn’t want to disturb your boyfriend, but your limbs tingled as your breathing sped up

➤ not even five minutes after receiving your jumbled text for help, wolf was in your bedroom and at your side

➤ “what happened. who did this?”

➤ “no, i’m—“ you hit your chest with a flat hand, “panic attack.”

➤ honestly, wolf wasn’t quite sure what to do or how to treat a panic attack

➤ worried you might pass out, he squished your face between his hands to meet your eyes. “slow down.”

➤ you think just having him there with you helped, because the fact that his two rather blunt words were able to calm you surprised you both

➤ you were still shaky, but wolf didn’t make any attempt to smother you. he pulled his hands from your face to instead hold yours and laced your fingers together

➤ “better?” “better.”

[canonically47]

review pls!

disventure camp all-stars episode 20: review!

spoilers!!! (no duh.)

i despise how emily was turned into a villain and betrayed trevor. absolutely dogshit, poor writing

ally and jake not being petty??? LMFAOAOAOAOAOOO

riya you did NOT work your ass off you got plot armour. KYS.

oh NOW jally are friends?? now they bond? oh my god fuck you. literally fuck you. such cheap writing to make them bond just in the second to last episode, out of NEED rather than WANT. my god.

“i’m glad you’re still here, jake, we all are” first tom says jake sees the best in people and now this? ONC stop mischaracterizing your characters lmaoaoao

ALLY SAID SUS LMFAOAOAOAO

why did ally INSTANTLY agree to this. the fuck.

oh this is cheap. this is just cheap. not only is ally fucking stupid, but didn’t she just say she saw season one? like? she wouldve seen how jake cried at his grandmas death?? the fuck?? do the writers think we are stupid?????

thank you kristal for putting an end to that cheer

why didn’t they make yul’s scar permanent ://

what the fuck is that flashback sequence

“can’t get caught lacking” killing myself

why did they stop mining while they talked bro

why is ally using minecraft logic in real life i despise her actually i’m so sorry 😭

YAY YUL DIED oh nvm ://

and james fell in love right then and there yay!

this emily plot is so annoying i despise how they wrote her, why are the writers so fucking stupid

why are yul and riya so stupid also

i love how alec is rooting for ally because fiore is helping her. they’re so family-coded <3

jake protecting fiore awwwww :((( <333

JAMES SAID WHAT.

THEY’RE DATING

“riya #screenhog” I LOVE YOU JAMES

JAMES SOUNDED SO SCARED FOR JAKE OMG

why did he put his whole body on his to listen to his pulse omg thats crazy gay people are insane

ew why are these two here

im with emily on this why do you care for him trevor

derek why are you acting surprised he kissed you the fuck 😭⁉️

yeah i hate how they treated emily. it’s actually so bad how they made her this super likable character then ruined her for shock value, god forbid a woman gets between the no-chemistry yaoi right? such cheap writing is crazyyy

like they know the fans love her so much to the point where they confirmed her as queer because in ONC’s eyes queer characters > non-queer characters,, i guess, and then they gave her. this treatment. wow

for once im with yul on this !

yo riya if you want to win you should like. keep going???

yas ally your feelings matter! i wish i cared for you, or that the show was good, or that the writing wasn’t trash, so this moment meant something to me!

PARDONNNNN??????????

JAKE IS OUT WHAT????????

oh WAIT?? WAIT??????

OH MY GOD??????????????

HELLLLLLLLL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

JAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEE RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

man fuck your emotional moment ally idgaf JAKEEEEEEEEEE WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥

if riya wins i am KILLING MYSELF !!!!!!!!!!

LETS GO JAKE YOU CAN WIN

why are we panning back to trevek eurgrhrhhr ew

thank you so much for ruining that kiss kristal i owe you my whole life

uhhh this episode was dogshit for the first ten minutes, and then for the most part was just mediocre if not just bad. the audio mixing was bad, the voice acting & delivery horribly mid, especially for the high stakes here, like cmon ally a little more emotion would be nice i refuse to hype up yul but my god his actor is the best of all; and then just. i realized how much this finale fucking sucks and how i genuinely do not care for these characters and how badly the show WANTS me to care for them. they’re trying SO HARD. it’s SO FUNNY

i believe emily is the worst written on the show, and she deserved so much better. she was hyped up for nothing and her villain arc came out of nowhere. my theory is, ONC knew how little chemistry trevek actually have, and how much better tremily is, so they decided to make emily a villain so she wouldn’t get between the ship. which is laughable, and such cheap writing.

i say ‘cheap writing’ a lot sorry :(( unfortunately thats all ONC can do! so yea

uhh idk man this is like.. a 4/10 maybe? if i wanna be nice about it. cuz theres some good stuff in it (alec has a speaking line) (james is gay for jake) (ally loses) but otherwise idrk.

i am so so SOOOO happy this show is almost over i am counting down the days until its done 😭🙏🏼 yall are not catching me watching season 4 or rewatching anything. im gone the moment i put out the review for ep 21. like a dad going for milk. perchance

[rashoumon-homo]

Request from @sluggodandpoet

I made it an AU (no powers, high school) so I hope that's okay! Basically Fyodor and Dazai are best friends in this, but besides that they're essentially the same.

-> 1.3k words

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You are sinking. 

The water pulls you deeper and deeper. Your limbs are starting to feel heavy. Deep in this body of water, time seems to slow to a crawl. There is nothing but the sensation of overwhelming weightlessness, pressing down around you on all sides.

You are sinking, you are sinking, you are-

Dazai sneezed. 

He opened his eyes to see Fyodor narrowing his eyes in irritation, pen still poised above his notebook. 

“Sorry,” Dazai said sheepishly. He sat up on the bed and started unclipping himself from the EKG machine. This just wasn’t going to happen today, it seemed. 

“Were you even trying to slow down your heart rate?” Fyodor asked flatly. He set his notebook and pen down on the nightstand and helped Dazai unhook the wires. 

“Yeah,” Dazai said defensively, “It’s harder than it looks, you know.” Under his breath, he muttered, “Maybe even impossible.”

“It’s not impossible. You just aren’t focusing.”

Of course he heard. 

“Oh yeah? Then why hasn’t anyone been able to do it before?” Dazai asked. He started pulling the stickers off his chest, dropping them in Fyodor’s open palm as he went. 

“People have been able to temporarily stop their hearts through artificial means before,” Fyodor corrected. “And it’s a well-known fact that we can increase and decrease our pulse through things like exercise, meditation, and strong emotional triggers. It’s not too far-fetched to believe that with training, one can have total control over their heartbeat.” 

The EKG machine beeped to indicate it was going into sleep mode; the LED flatlines on the display panel dimming alongside Dazai’s mood. The whole room felt accusatory, from the charts pinned to the walls to the blood pressure cuff dangling from the rolling vitals machine. He wasn’t even sure how Fyodor managed to find all this medical equipment— sure, his family was rich, but his parents were astrophysicists, not medical doctors. When he’d asked Fyodor about it, he’d gotten the dismissive response of, “Don’t worry about it.”

It had been five months since the start of this experiment. Five months where the two of them would head straight to Fyodor’s place after school and begin the real learning. They called it “studying” but the types of experiments they’d conducted far surpassed any science project their high school had assigned. 

From the first day of class, they’d gravitated towards each other and become fast friends. Genius instinctively recognizes genius, it seems. So Fyodor had expanded his list of people he tolerated from zero to one, and Dazai was able to drop his class clown act for the only person who he knew could handle his serious side. 

“You’re holding back,” Fyodor observed. He dropped the handful of EKG stickers in the trash can by the bed. “Why?”

“I’m not! This is just so boring,” Dazai complained, dramatically pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “At least you’ll get some results when my heart stops from being bored to death.” 

He was putting up his walls; masking something deeper with humor— and Fyodor saw right through it. 

“Dazai.”

“Fedya,” he shot back playfully, ignoring the serious tone in Fyodor’s voice. 

“What are you so scared of?”

Dazai lay back down, staring at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers he’d stuck to the ceiling ages ago (much to Fyodor’s irritation, but they’d stayed). 

“No one has ever been able to control their heartbeat before,” he said finally. “It’s an involuntary action; something that ties all humans and animals together on a fundamental level. A lack of control that is shared by every species.” 

Fyodor sat down on the edge of the bed next to Dazai’s legs, listening intently. 

“If I succeed, it means I’m something else,” Dazai continued. His voice had gotten quieter, like he didn’t even want to hear his own words. “It would be undeniable proof I’m not human.” 

Fyodor didn’t respond, just nudged Dazai aside to make room for them to lie side by side on the twin size bed. Flat on their backs, squished together to accommodate the cramped space, they watched the star stickers start to faintly glow in the nautical twilight. 

Fyodor sighed quietly. “What a horrible thing it must be, to be human.”

Dazai smiled softly. It was as close as Fyodor would ever get to a comforting response, which was kind of endearing in its own way. It wasn’t the years they’d spent as best friends that made him understand Fyodor so well; they’d been so mentally in sync from the day they met that it was almost scary. He was the only one who’d ever been able to get Dazai. If it was somehow proven that Dazai was something inhuman, at least he had the reassurance that he wasn’t the only one like this. Whatever he was, Fyodor was too. 

“Sometimes I think we’re soulmates,” Dazai admitted. 

“Is that your way of finally making a move on me?” Fyodor asked with a smirk. He rolled to his side to face Dazai. 

Dazai rolled to his side as well and grinned. “Finally? So you admit you’ve been wanting me to?”

It was a game they played; like reverse Gay Chicken. They would each try to make the other admit their crush without admitting their own in the process. It was ridiculous, and they both knew it. But that didn’t make it any less fun. 

“Oh please,” Fyodor shot back, “I’m just glad you’re finally saying something instead of pathetically pining after me.”

“I haven’t been pining,” Dazai spluttered. 

“You couldn’t stop staring at my lips all day.”

“You were licking them and tapping the end of your pen against them!” Dazai said incredulously. “You clearly wanted me to look!” 

Fyodor held up his hands in faux-defense. “But you fantasized about kissing me by your own volition.” 

Dazai just stared, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Am I wrong?” Fyodor prompted. 

It took a lot to get Dazai to shut up on a good day, so his silence was a triumph in Fyodor’s book. He noticed Dazai’s gaze flick back down to his lips briefly. 

“You’re doing it again,” Fyodor murmured. “If you want to kiss me so badly, I won’t stop you.”

Dazai reached his hand over and pressed his thumb lightly against Fyodor’s bottom lip. He slid his hand up his jaw and tucked his hair behind his ear, pulling him closer as he did. 

It was impossible to say which of them moved first. 

Next thing they knew, they were kissing, and it was electric. None of that first kiss clumsiness; they navigated each other’s movements with the same synchronization they experienced mentally. It was too much. It was not enough. It was the deep mental water Dazai sank in when he meditated, and it was the beeping of the EKG machine, and it was his heartbeat thumping all around them. 

And something clicked. 

When they broke apart, Dazai was blushing to the tips of his ears and Fyodor had a rare, truly happy smile on his face. 

“Fedya, put your head on my chest,” Dazai said breathlessly. “I think… there’s something wrong with my heartbeat.”

Fyodor raised an eyebrow, but did as Dazai asked, pressing his ear to his chest to listen to the irregular beating. It was some kind of arrhythmia, but it had a familiar pattern to it… like Morse Code. 

He mentally followed along with each letter as it was revealed. 

Y-O-U L-O-S-E

Fyodor jerked his head back and glared at Dazai, who was smiling and sticking his tongue out. 

“Oh, shut up.” Fyodor elbowed him, but smiled too. “I told you it was possible.” 

“Yeah, yeah. It’s ok if I sleep over tonight, right?”

“Fine,” Fyodor said, yawning. He wrapped his arms around Dazai and pulled him in, resting his forehead against his shoulder. He sensed Dazai opening his mouth to tease him, so he quickly said, “If you say anything, you’re sleeping on the floor like usual.” 

For once, Dazai made the smart choice and shut his mouth. Instead, he relaxed into Fyodor’s hold and fell asleep to the rhythm of their heartbeats. 

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[shadowphatom22]

Walker and his adopted half son Chapter 2

Hello everyone hope you are all well and I am glad to see many people love the first chapter, and I was surprised when first saw the number of likes the next morning to say I cried and was happy when I saw it when I first woke up, and now an almost one later as of tomorrow I am so happy. I am glad you all are taking the time to read the story, well we should start the next chapter! (trying hard not to cry while typing pulse my boyfriend is asking me if I am okay)

REMINDER:

Naturally, I do not own Danny Phantom which belongs to Butch Hartman. (Note if you have not seen the show I Highly recommend you see it before reading this if you are a newbie or you will not fully understand).

I was given the OK from @five-rivers​ to use this AU and turned it into the story that I am posting and I hope you all like it.

Lastly, I have been using different stores as my teacher, and I do not know all of them, I want to give a big shot out to you guys because without this story might not even happen. one of the authors is @halfghostwriter, and there are so many more on here, fanfation.net, AO3, in other words, thank you.

*Please Note: the age is going off of how long they have been born in the ghost zone, or died and went to the ghost zone*.

Chapter 2: Power trouble, and in baby form, is that bad?

Last time….

After the two goons spotted Danny, and try to capture him to bring him into the prison, much to Danny's unpleasant mood, Danny has been having trouble with his powers granted he had been training with his friends and his sister and being in this situation was the last thing he wanted was to run into Walker’s goons because he was tired, hungry, and his power was acting up. However during the fight, the two goons thought we getting faster because they thought they can finally bring in the troublemaker, but when they both noticed Danny acting differently they started to slow down and then….

??? Goon 1: YOU’RE A BABY?!?!?!?

??? Goon 2: …. (Still In shock)

Danny:......( looks confused while trying to look mad) but failed 

NOW!

No one point of view

Danny did not want this to happen to him, although he thought that came to his mind. A baby! He is 14 years old. Meanwhile, the goons were lost for words, and thoughts while one is and the other is still in shock. For the one that is lost in thoughts and also can not believe that they have broken the law, of hurting a ghostling they also failed to protect him, because there were other ghosts hunting him and also human hunters too that also including the ghostling parents the Fenton; which leads to questions in his head such as Do his parents know? why are they attacking him? Many different questions came one after another. After a few minutes, the goon was lost in thought, that enough was enough, and decided to take a gentle approach, and by doing that he kneel down and got to Danny's eye level so he could feel calm and relaxed and not scared and want to run away.

First-person point of view

(??? Goon 1)

After I kneel down, my partner finally comes out of shock and did the same thing as I am doing we both are keeping a safe distance for Danny’s safety because of our auras and it can be dangerous for a ghostling, because they will fight or flight, which is important to stay calm; from the little experience that they know Plasmius is 20 years old.

??? Goon 1: Danny, long have you been a ghost or half ghost in your case?

Danny made an O shape with his month and at first, I missed how he was trying to tell me, then I hear the sounds of taping and I look at his tall and paid more attention to it when Danny tapped his tail in vers of 3s, I figure it out and I hear my partner gasp.

??? Goon 2: 3 months?!?!  That is Impoissble we are getting our ass kicked by –

I gave him the look of shut the hell up and I also heard a high pitch sound of a squeak, I looked at Danny because I know that sound came from him and he must feel embarrassed, now that I am looking at Danny and his aura, core, and form, he needs help.

??? Goon 1: Danny you need help, you are in trouble, and the way things are it is hurting you. Do you have a parent or someone to take care of you here in the ghost zone?

Danny only shook his head no.

??? Goon 2: What should we do Nightmare?

Nightmare: I have no idea Shadow tracker

Danny: squeak

Nightmare: Oh? Is someone laughing (trying hard not to laugh too)

Shadow tracker: You may be laughing now but I can find any shadow in both zones (with an evil smirk on his face). Hearing this Danny Paled even more than he already is (how is that even…) I thought; and I hit shadow tacker outside the head “Not cool you should have kept your mouth shut!” I sigh and wonder why the hell did the boss assign him to be my partner for today, especially right now. I turn back to look at Danny and I notice how tired he is because he is fighting to stay awake right now, and slowly raping his tail around his body, it may be half tail and the half eco blob I am wounding what he will grow up to be and look like? “Hey, Danny how would you feel about coming, with us. You don’t have to if you don’t want to –” I was cut off by Danny's squeak and nod of yes (that is weird because of our boss wants him locked up, and another thing Danny looks relieved for some reason). I thought as I go and pick him up gently.

Shadow Tracker's point of view

After I came out of my shock and scared Danny which I feel guilty of doing and Nightmare has every right to be mad at me because this was the first time we see Danny calm and relaxed and I go and mess it up. However I am surprised at Nightmare with how calm he is acting, and his actions not only he got Danny to answer some important information, he even manage to talk Danny into coming with us although I think I’m missing some of the conversations do to the shock that happens more than one. After Nightmare picks up Danny in his hand, Danny snuggles in Nightmare's hand, while his tail is wrapped around his wrist. I move closer to them and we hear a small purr.

Nightmare: how can something be so cute yet so deadly

Shadow tacker: I have no idea the boss is going to lose it and did Danny just hiss at me?

Nightmare look down at Danny who was busy looking at me and does not want me to get closer to him.

Nightmare: Karma, ( while laughing at me) hey Shadow tracker do you think this week's ghostly gossip news is out?

Shadow tracker: I have no clue I hope so and he is finally asleep let’s head back now while he is sleeping.

Nightmare: Good idea we are in for an earful that is for sure.

No one point of view

As they are heading back to the prison with a sleeping Danny they did not notice the other ghosts around him some were shocked, others felt guilty for what they have done, and others are planning something.

??? 1: Oh the ghost child is actually a baby how interesting

??? 2: I seem so what should we do?

And the two of them went left getting concerned looks from the other looks.

[geometricalien]

rereading storming the castle, chapter 8

the moment Akashi sees his father’s usual plate setting and reacts... note these are quotes from @courtingstars Storming the Castle

- when a clatter shook the room ... Akashi was on his feet, rigid. ---- instantly on high alert

- “Why is that there?” His voice was sharp. ---- Seijuurou has hardly ever taken a sharp tone, not in this series, not in cannon

- “Is—is my father home?” Akashi blurted. ---- HE STUTTERED

-  Furihata hardly recognized his voice, it was so strained. Akashi was eyeing the far chair like it was some kind of animal, threatening to pounce.  ---- He’s afraid

- Akashi still hadn’t moved. He looked paralyzed, almost—but then he bristled, and quickly sat down. He glanced at Furihata, then away again. His face was stony. Fixed in an expression that was almost unnervingly neutral. But Furihata could tell it wasn’t neutral. At all. ---- He’s still shaken by this mistake although he now knows there is no threat, he knows that Furihata saw this reaction and he is embarrassed that Furihata can tell that something is deeply wrong with his family, and he is trying to gather himself, close himself off, revert to the “neutral” mask he has been trained to wear and it is all so opposite of their agreement to tell each other things that they struggle with

- Furihata took a deep breath. His pulse beat unsteadily. “Um, Akashi-kun, are you—” ---- Furihata sees all of this and he is concerned for his friend and he is going to ask when-

- “Would you care for something to drink, Furihata-san?” one of the servants asked. ---- The servants do some type of mental math and decide that helping their young master when he desperately needed a moment to gather himself - to decide if he wished to explain why the idea of his father joining them for dinner scared him half to death - and break some general rules about politeness by interrupting an “honored guest”. The first guest to the estate in several years.  The first friend Akashi has brought here, period. ANd just consequentially probably one of the only people who has been brought to this estate who genuinely wouldn’t care about being interrupted at all. They are so concerned with propriety and manners that they half don’t know what to do with themselves when Furihata won’t give them his bags to hold. But they are the only ones who can understand what Akashi’s life has been like in that that pressure cooker. All of his responsibilities, his father’s ideology being forced upon him and overwriting his mother’s kind influence- at least in regards to the house staff, they know his routines, how long he stays up, they know that he goes and rides Yukimaru late at night when he is stressed, they know how strange it was for perfect golden boy Seijuurou to inform them he would be having a friend stay over when they all knew his father would not approve of such frivilous and time wasting activities let alone someone who is clearly not of an “equal station”. With allllll of this, they decide to side with Seijuurou and give him a very needed moment as seen in this following line-

- Across the table, he thought he saw Akashi’s face smooth out a little. Like he was tensing up before, when Furihata was trying to ask if he was okay.

idk just just something something Akashi, despite being brought into a cold home where he is taught to be other, he is still loved. The other fics in this series have moments where Rakuzan shows him love and care while this one doesn’t but this moment shows to me that the servants of the Akashi house, or at least the butler, care for him deeply as well. It just wants me to sit across from him and tell him over and over that he is loved until it gets through to him and he cries

[heartbeat-eras]

Ok - Lets do this shall we? And coz it's me and I find the reactions of my heart interesting I recorded her while doing this.

1. What is your earliest heart related memory that made you feel funny/fuzzy/flustered? My first memory was hearing my mums heartbeat and asking her what it was. I was like 2 or 3. But my first flustered moment was probably in school when there was a song with hand actions and the word "heart" in it. I never could place my hand in the centre of my chest so I did it to the left. One of the girls saw and was like "no - your heart isn't there , it's here" and put her hand directly on the centre of my chest. I was so mortified.

2. When intimating the sound of a heartbeat, how do you do it? Are you a lub-dub, thump-thump, etc person? Or something else? Lub-Dub

3. What’s your favourite auscultation point? Coz Y'all kept pointing out my split, Pulm has become mine. It was Tri before but now I will default to Pulm / Erbs as I love that sound.

4. What’s your ultimate SFW cardiophilia related fantasy? Probably just having someone examine my whole heart with a 12 lead and echo just because I'm curious. Doing a stress test version too would be dope.

5. And what about your ultimate NSFW one? (Feel free to skip this!) - Umm that's hard coz I haven't really dabbled to know what I like but maybe the above pushing my heart too far and needing medical help to correct it.. or start it again... I'm not sure...

6. Do you prefer to listen to be listened to? A bit of both, however whenever I imagine the above situations I am always the patient / being listened to. *Shrugs

7. Have you ever had an awkward moment at a doctor’s appointment? Not heart related. I usually focus so much to bring her down that she's beating "calmly" for any heart or heart adjacent exams.

8. How about any “oh shit, have they clocked that I’m into this?” moment with strangers, acquaintances, friends or family? When going through my room my parents found my steth... it was never brought up. And back in Myspace (showing my age here) days I did a quiz like this and it asked "What's your fav sound" which I said - Heartbeats - Someone replied saying something like - yeah they are the best sound in the world... I got scared and deleted the post.

9. What’s your most recent heart related experience that gives you the warm fuzzies (in a wholesome, SFW way?) When I was having an anxious day, one of my close friends shared so when I was at work I had a body double and didn't feel alone. He shared for 7 hours like it was nothing but it meant so much to me.

10. What about in a NSFW way? (Again, feel free to skip this!) - Gonna skip this as I don't really have one.

11. Do you love or loathe the effect that caffeine has on your heart (if you drink it)? Used to love it. Now I can't drink caffeine on medication so loathe?

12. Do you own a watch that tracks your heart rate? Apple watch - but I forget to charge it all the time. I also had to turn off high heart rate notifications as she regularly goes over 100 with stimulants and it was annoying me

13. How about any other equipment (e.g. a steth, blood pressure machine, stemoscope, pulse oximeter, etc)? 2 X Steth (the purple littmann Classic and a Kincare Cardiology (which was my one and only for ever), Blood Pressure monitor I got when i started meds, spoilers i forget to do it. whoops, 3 lead ECG, Stemoscope. Polar HRM.. I think that's it.

14. Do you prefer listening to a fast or slow heart rate? Slow mostly because they are calming and you can hear what they are actually doing. But I don't hate fast ones.

15. Do you prefer having a slow or fast heart rate? Slow, she used to be so slow and now she's fast most of the time.. I miss the calm.

16. Have you ever done anything to purposely make your heart rate speed up or slow down? If so, what? Exercise.... coffee... in my 20's I tried poppers and weed. I don't anymore. Breath holds... I just can't pressure coz that s*** hurts lol

17. Have you ever stethed someone or taken their pulse outside of a medical scenario? lol - no.. well with my friend when he was training to be a nurse but I count that as medical scenario.

18. Has anyone done the above to you outside of a medical scenario? Same as above

19. Do you tend to hear “are you nervous?” or similar things from doctors because your heart is always beating so fast when they steth you? Do you have white coat syndrome? I always try to calm my heart when I know it's about to be checked in some way so no.

20. Have you ever complimented a medical professional on their steth? .. No.

21. Has a medical professional ever expressed curiosity about your knowledge of hearts after you've mentioned something that a typical patient wouldn't know? Lol I go the other way and pretend I know less so as not to be caught out.

22. Have you ever told anyone in real life about your interest in hearts? Nooooooo.

23. What’s your favourite heart related lyric in a song, or favourite song that gives off cardiophile vibes? Like any Taylor Swift song....

I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore for you 'Cause you're losin' me

orrr

'Til we were dead and gone and buried Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same After three months in the grave

24. Has anyone ever caught you listening to heart audios, stething yourself, etc? If so, how did you explain yourself? Nope - not yet

25. Do you have a nickname for your heart? Well I always referred to my heart as She or Her. When I joined here someone asked for my name and as I was doing this anonymous to allow me to feel comfortable to post I had to come up with a name. First name that came to mind was Anna. I don't know why. But as people called me it more, by the time I gave my name to the first person I was like - "I feel like she has her own personality and is an extension of me. And I think Anna suits her". So I call her Anna which has worked really when talking about her reaction separate to me... if that makes sense.

26. Have you ever had an ECG/echo/stress test, etc? 12 lead ecg for my meds - anti climactic as I never saw it coz i was too freaked out at the time and it was just a cautionary thing.

27. What’s the ultimate comment that someone can make about your heart to fluster you? Probably just making comments about how she's currently beating.. she's pretty reactive so anything does it.

28. Do you struggle to say the words “heart”, “heartbeat”, etc aloud? OMG yes. But i've forced myself to use them so it's easier now. But there are times I will go to say it and have to pause before pushing it out.

29. What’s your favourite pulse point on yourself? How about on others? Radial all round. Carotid is just too life and death (think hospitals and greys anatomy). radial is just convenient and inconspicuous

30. Has anyone ever commented on your heartbeat or pulse being visible? No. She's a bit delicate and not visible that im aware of...

OMG that took 45 mins. hahaha - did any of the questions make her race? where there any more that weren't there that you MUST know?

Cardiophiles, reblog with your answers so your followers can get to know you! ♡

There are 30 questions, more below the cut!

1. What is your earliest heart related memory that made you feel funny/fuzzy/flustered?

2. When intimating the sound of a heartbeat, how do you do it? Are you a lub-dub, thump-thump, etc person? Or something else?

3. What’s your favourite auscultation point?

4. What’s your ultimate SFW cardiophilia related fantasy?

5. And what about your ultimate NSFW one? (Feel free to skip this!)

6. Do you prefer to listen to be listened to?

7. Have you ever had an awkward moment at a doctor’s appointment?

8. How about any “oh shit, have they clocked that I’m into this?” moment with strangers, acquaintances, friends or family?

9. What’s your most recent heart related experience that gives you the warm fuzzies (in a wholesome, SFW way?)

10. What about in a NSFW way? (Again, feel free to skip this!)

11. Do you love or loathe the effect that caffeine has on your heart (if you drink it)?

12. Do you own a watch that tracks your heart rate?

13. How about any other equipment (e.g. a steth, blood pressure machine, stemoscope, pulse oximeter, etc)?

14. Do you prefer listening to a fast or slow heart rate?

15. Do you prefer having a slow or fast heart rate?

16. Have you ever done anything to purposely make your heart rate speed up or slow down? If so, what?

17. Have you ever stethed someone or taken their pulse outside of a medical scenario?

18. Has anyone done the above to you outside of a medical scenario?

19. Do you tend to hear “are you nervous?” or similar things from doctors because your heart is always beating so fast when they steth you? Do you have white coat syndrome?

20. Have you ever complimented a medical professional on their steth?

21. Has a medical professional ever expressed curiosity about your knowledge of hearts after you've mentioned something that a typical patient wouldn't know?

22. Have you ever told anyone in real life about your interest in hearts?

23. What’s your favourite heart related lyric in a song, or favourite song that gives off cardiophile vibes?

24. Has anyone ever caught you listening to heart audios, stething yourself, etc? If so, how did you explain yourself?

25. Do you have a nickname for your heart?

26. Have you ever had an ECG/echo/stress test, etc?

27. What’s the ultimate comment that someone can make about your heart to fluster you?

28. Do you struggle to say the words “heart”, “heartbeat”, etc aloud?

29. What’s your favourite pulse point on yourself? How about on others?

30. Has anyone ever commented on your heartbeat or pulse being visible?

[iloveabunchofgames]

Week In Review - 3/12/23

#JakeReviewsItch Week In Review Archives

This week's reviews:

🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 Alien Life Lab 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 All Haze Eve 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 All You Can Eat 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Alone With You 🧡🧡🧡🧡🤍 Alt-Frequencies 🧡🧡🤍🤍🤍 Ambidangerous 🧡🧡🧡🤍🤍 Amelie

It's a week of messes! Steam is a mess! I am a mess! Even the Game of the Week is a mess!

Game of the Week

All You Can Eat is easily the best game I reviewed this week. Alt-Frequencies is the clear runner-up. Game of the Week, however, is a title that goes to the game that's still occupying my brain after the fact...

At the end of my Alien Life Lab review, I said it had a New Game+/Second Quest thing. I think I was wrong. I thought the game was telling me to play again, but this time there would be three aliens who would need to be rescued along the way. In reality, I think this secondary objective had been there from the start, and I just didn't notice. So I played it a second time. I talked to every space person I saw, some of whom followed me. I finished, and found that I'd only rescued 1/3. Rats. I'll probably never see the good ending, and that's okay. Each time I loaded the game, I thought, "I overrated this, right? It's sort of trash, isn't it? Do I like it ironically? And every time, I got sucked right back in to it. I like it more now than when I reviewed it. I like it as much or more than I like the turn-of-the-millennium shooters and immersive sims that it recalls—System Shock 2, Half-Life, Deus Ex...

It is a mess. It's easy to articulate its faults. There's just something about how thoroughly weird and unpretentious it is, though, and even after beating it twice in a week, it still rattles me. It pulls off jump scares just as well in open, brightly lit arenas as it does in darkened, twisting paths lined with squishy, organic matter. Oh, yes, the audio design. That's the real source of dread. Again, All You Can Eat is the game to play this week. It's currently the third-best reviewed game on this site. It pushes the adventure game genre in such an exciting direction that half of my review was just the repeated word, "Genius!" Alt-Frequencies is the most mainstream pick of the bunch, and not because it lacks fresh ideas and idiosyncrasies. It's currently the fourth-best reviewed game on this site. I have another game from Accidental Queens on the review docket for the week after next, and I am jazzed. That studio hasn't missed yet.

Alien Life Lab is stupid and weird. I can't stop thinking about it.

Steam Is Hot Air

Do you remember 2003? Do you remember Valve requiring some big, annoying launcher service for anyone who wanted to play Half-Life 2? If you don't, let me tell you: A lot of people wanted to play Half-Life 2, and a lot of them were not happy about downloading this "Steam" thing. They wanted you to check in online every time you launched a game???

I'd hoped to illustrate the vitriol with contemporary examples. Forum posts, IGN editorials; that kind of thing. Unfortunately, the best archival records I could find come from the creeps at Penny-Arcade. These guys are awful, and I'd rather not link to their site, but they had their finger on the pulse when it came to petty grievances. They were influencers. When Jerry "Tycho" Holkins wrote about being scared of a computer asking for credit card information or about local-multiplayer enthusiasts feeling infuriated because they couldn't connect to Steam from their local LAN café, he was capturing the whiny, online zeitgeist. I didn't have high-speed Internet or a computer capable of running Half-Life 2 in 2003, so that particular controversy didn't occupy much space on my radar. I do remember the first time I played Half-Life 2 at a friend's house. Launching the game seemed like a process, accompanied by a halfhearted rant from my friend that was aimed equally at Steam and the idiots who acted like this mildly obtrusive application was tantamount to a war crime. Let me jump forward and ask: What exactly was the Epic Games Store hullabaloo? Or maybe that should be is; not was. I still see people taking up arms over...something. There are a million valid reason to dislike and distrust Epic as a company, but as far as I can gather, the crusaders are angry that a big corporation threw around a lot of money to complete with another big corporation? I'm generally against impossibly wealthy corporations reshaping the world to their liking, but look consider how pathetic and unnecessary Ubisoft's and Electronic Arts' launchers are. Even with Epic snagging a exclusives and timed exclusives, have they made any kind of dent in Steam's monopoly? Let's talk about the danger of consolidated power.

I've mentioned before that when I play PC games, I use my third-party Switch Pro Controller whenever possible. It feels good. It was dirt cheap. It works for me. Or it did work for me, until a few months ago. Most modern games are prepared to encounter an Xbox controller. PlayStation controller support is not uncommon. Native Switch controller support, though? Forget it. In a recent update, Steam added full, official support for Steam controllers of all kinds...but not my controller. What had happily been accepted as a Switch Pro Controller one day was read as an Xbox controller the next. The Screen Capture Button that had never had any issues no longer does anything, because an Xbox 360 controller doesn't have that button, and apparently that's what I'm using. I lost rumble support on some games. The little surprises never end. And because Steam has historically been the PC's best bet for controller support, other launchers don't offer any competitive options. Go to any Reddit thread where people want to know how to make their controller work, and 9/10 replies are the same thing: Steam Big Picture Mode.

This is the most dramatic update in 20 years of Steam, and Valve just seems to be sinking deeper into the muck each day. If you haven't personally noticed any issues, look no further than the patch notes for proof that everything's in shambles, all the time. I encountered a bug where Big Picture Mode would make a sound like it was launching, and then it would just show my desktop. I found some suggestions online and got things working. Then, in the next update, they broke it all over again.

When it works, I don't have much beef with Steam. I prefer it to the old days of games installing wherever they pleased. I like that having an account that allows me to maintain my game library indefinitely, no matter how many times I replace my computer. Steam has been good to me.

But the naysayers were onto something. Digital Rights Management is only as good or as bad as the rights-holder chooses to be, and we all know how trustworthy and stable corporations are.

My Itch library may consist of "DRM-free" applications, but I'm depending on Itch to keep up its end. If the company folded tomorrow, there's no way I could download and back-up all my games.

I own games through GOG, Ubisoft, and Rockstar. Their launchers are fine, but I'm not comfortable making additional purchases on any service run by companies that (aLlEgEdLy) cover up systemic harassment and abuse. I have handfuls of games tied to this account or that. I'd obviously prefer to have them all in one place, but who can you trust? Can you ever really trust anyone?

Steam is still the best option. It's only real option, which is to say, we don't have options. It's working so far. Except when it's not. Can't wait to see what they break with the next patch.

Jake Reviews #JakeReviewsTwitch

Take a look at the tiny blue text at the bottom of this post. It appears on almost everything I post. But today, it's different. Today, it says, "#JakeReviewsItch" for the first time. I'm in my third month of posting at least once a day, and this is the first time I've noticed that my template has had a ridiculous typo all along. I remember writing "Twitch" when I meant "Itch" on the first day. I corrected it. It's something I've written and corrected many more times since then. I probably should have known to double check for it in my template as soon as I started using a template. I probably did. I probably deleted "Twitch" and wrote "Twitch" in its place. I've made changes to my format little by little since I started. Every day, I think, "I should shake it up. Question everything I'm doing. Tear it down and build something new. I should give scores out of 10, rather than five. Some of these 4/5s should be 3/5s, and some of these 3/5s should be 1/5; better adjust the whole scale. Tumblr isn't the right place for these reviews, anyway. How hard would it be to transfer to another site? And when am I going to write a post about everything wrong with my page?" Maybe it would be easier if I just committed to reviewing every single stream on Twitch

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[abyssruler]

r/HowTo: ask my crush out

pairing: xiao x gn!reader

summary: xiao has been crushing on you for the longest time, so he does what any normal person would do and asks strangers online for for tips on how to ask his crush out. you, being the troll that you are and not knowing his identity, deliberately give the guy on your subreddit bad advice.

word count: 2.3k

note: a lil something because i think modern au xiao is the kind of person who goes to reddit and asks for input on every little thing. can be seen as high school or college au. kinda ooc xiao but idc. comedy!

r/HowTo

posted by Alatus01

How do I ask my crush out like a normal person?

I’ve been friends with them for some time now and I’ve only noticed how much I really like them. They’re nice and funny, even if they can be a little mean, but even that meanness is something I like about them. Just the other day I saw them laugh in the middle of drinking, snorting out water from their nose, and I still found them attractive. I think I’m in too deep.

I can’t really keep this bottled up anymore and I want to tell them how I feel but I’m scared they won’t reciprocate and it might ruin out friendship. Can anyone help?

Snickering to yourself as you saw one of the recent posts in your subreddit, you quickly typed out a response. No way you were gonna allow anyone else to get laid before you, even if it was a complete stranger from the internet.

yn-yournuts:

you just have to make sure they like you back. have you tried the scent method?

You tap your fingers as you waited for the guy, Alatus01, to reply.

Not even a few minutes later, a response shows up to your comment.

Alatus01:

What’s the scent method? I googled it and nothing showed up.

Because it was a thing you completely made up.

yn-yournuts:

it’s the thing where guys lean in super close to the person they like and inhale their scent. you then gotta tell it straight to the person’s face what they smell like and that they smell nice

Which would then result in them either being slapped or labeled a creep. You know you would physically throw hands with anyone who tried to get in your personal space, then said how much you smelled nice.

Alatus01:

Okay, thanks. I’ll try that sometime.

You log out, satisfied with your work.

✧

As you’re walking down the hallway with Xiao, he suddenly stops. Turning to him curiously, you ask why he stopped.

He’s looking at you with trepidation, mouth pressed in a thin line like he’s about to vomit. Worried, you begin to take a step forward, but he beats you to it by leaning his face close to you, so close that you can feel his breath on the skin of your neck.

“X-Xiao?!”

Your mouth feels dry all of a sudden. You hear him intake a deep breath right beside your pulse, and you hope he doesn’t hear how hard your heart is beating.

When he pulls away, his cheeks are red and he’s unable to meet your wide eyes. “You… you smell nice.”

At your slack-jawed response, he turns an even deeper shade of red and turns around and practically runs away.

Kokomi, who watched the entire thing nearby, walks up to you and places her hand on your shoulder. “Hey, are you okay? That thing Xiao did just now was—”

“Hot,” you blurt out, eyes dazed. Xiao said you smelled nice—Xiao! He said you smelled nice!

You think if you died today, you’d have absolutely no regrets.

She looks at you like you’ve got a few screws loose. “I was going to say weird but okay.”

You grab her shoulders and shake her hard, an almost manic look in your eyes. “He said I smelled nice! That means he must like me back, right?!”

“Yeah, maybe…” Kokomi agrees, not having the heart to burst your bubble and say how much your crush has blinded you. If it were anyone else, like Childe, you would have knocked his teeth out for even breathing the same air as you did.

✧

Alatus01:

Update: I don’t think the scent method is very effective.

yn-yournuts:

it’s probably bc you didn’t do it right. how about you try asking them to see a movie? there’s one showing now called ‘pallad’s adventures’ and i heard it’s effective for couples

It was not, in fact, effective for couples. The movie was rated 1/10 and many on social media were calling it a waste of a budget. You saw one of your classmates, Albedo, posting a ten page essay on why Pallad’s Adventures deserves its horrible reviews and why it should be removed from theaters as soon as possible. A little too harsh on a few wordings, but for the most part, he was right. The director would probably cry himself to sleep if he read the essay.

Alatus01:

But I heard it was a bad movie?

yn-yournuts:

that’s cuz those couples only want to gatekeep it from us single people. i heard from a friend of a friend that it wasn’t really that bad

Another lie. Hu Tao watched it with Yanfei and said it was worse than bad.

Alatus01:

Alright. I’ll give it a try.

Oh, this poor innocent guy. At least after the movie, he’ll have learned his lesson on not taking advices from trolls on the internet. You tell yourself this is you educating another person on internet awareness, but really, you’re just bored and in need of good entertainment.

✧

“I bought tickets for that show called Pallad’s Adventures. If you’re free tomorrow, do you want to go watch it with me?” Xiao asks you after class.

You’re so shocked by his words that you accidentally drop all your books.

You don’t even care that he invited you to watch that horrid movie, Xiao was asking you to watch a movie with him! Just the two of you! You’d have to be dead before you even think of saying no to him.

He hurriedly bends down to pick up your books and hand them to you, a downcast look to his eyes. “It’s alright if you don’t want to—”

“No!” You yell, startling him. You press your books close to your chest. “I mean, I’d love to watch the movie with you! I was just a little surprised.”

You can see him visibly relaxing his shoulders after your explanation. He then smiles, small and meant only for your eyes. It sends an arrow straight to your heart such that you momentarily forget that you’re about to spend two hours of your day tomorrow watching the most awful movie to date.

“I look forward to it,” he tells you.

But at least you’re spending those two hours with Xiao.

✧

It takes a week before the Alatus01 guy gives you an update regarding his love life, but you were so busy being too high on your unofficial date with Xiao to notice the lateness.

Alatus01:

Update: It went really well. The movie wasn’t that great but my crush invited me to get dinner after, so I think the movie worked.

It was crazy how such a terrible movie could bring people together. First, you and Xiao, and now this guy and his crush. Maybe the movie has some sort of magic to it.

But you’re still kind of annoyed that someone was having a better love life than you. You and Xiao were still only friends while this guy seems like his crush asked him out on a date themself. And you’d deliberately gave him bad tips! It was like the universe was determined to get this guy with his crush or something.

It was time to pull out the big guns.

yn-yournuts:

have you tried sneaking in to their window?

Alatus01:

What?

yn-yournuts:

i heard it was romantic if guys went to their significant other’s house in the middle of the night and woke them up by knocking on their window

Alatus01:

That sounds questionable?

So he wasn’t completely naive and oblivious. Good for him but bad for you.

yn-yournuts:

you lack imagination! haven’t you ever watched the amazing spiderman? peter parker and gwen stacy’s entire thing was windows!

Alatus01:

I don’t think that’s right. And wouldn’t they feel uncomfortable if I show up without warning?

yn-yournuts:

they might, but if they do like u, they’d probably be more pleasantly shocked than anything

A total lie. Even if you liked a person, them showing up at your house in the dead of the night and waking you up from your much beloved sleep was enough to have them on your hit-list.

Alatus01:

Isn’t there a better way to tell if they like me back?

yn-yournuts:

it’s up to you if you wanna take the risk or not. personally, i’d do it, actions speak louder than words. you’ll really be able to tell how much they like u depending on their reaction it

Oh wow, now you’re starting to sound like you’re giving actual good advice. But it’s not like his crush likes him that much that they’ll forgive his little trip to their house so easily, right?

Alatus01:

You’re right. I’ll try it.

yn-yournuts:

that’s the spirit! give me an update once ur done!

✧

After a few days of staying up late to finish long overdue homework and projects, you collapse on your bed and ready yourself for a full ten hour sleep. You’re almost in the land of dreams when a sudden sound rouses you from sleep.

Blearily raising your head from your pillow, you squint through the darkness in your room, trying to pinpoint where that sound came from. Another tapping sound resounds from somewhere. You look over to your left where your window is, just in time to see something hit the glass and make a small plink! sound.

Annoyed at the interruption, coupled with a few days’ worth of sleep deprivation, you rise from your bed and stomp to the window, unlocking the latch and slamming it open. The cool breeze caresses your cheeks as you lean your head out the window, mouth open and ready to yell at whoever’s bothering people in the middle of the night—

Only for all your words die out when you see Xiao standing right below your window, a black hoodie thrown over his shirt and wearing pajama bottoms. He looks sheepish as he lowers the small rock he’d been preparing to throw.

“Hi,” you squeak out.

“I…” He trails off, looking around as if trying to find words to say. “Sorry for waking you up.”

You’re quick to shake your head. “Wake up? Me? Psh, I was just on my phone just now. Haha! Who said I was asleep?”

Relief overtakes his handsome features. You take a mental picture of the sight and store it in your memories.

Leaning your arms on the windowsill, you ask, “What brings you here anyway?”

“I wanted to see you...” Your mouth parts. Xiao is staring somewhere to the left, unable to meet your eyes.

You think your heart is about to combust. The moment is then shattered when he shivers after a particularly cold gust of wind blows. “Come on up here! It must be freezing outside.”

He shakes his head. “I just needed some answers.”

You tilt your head in question. “And did you get those answers yet?”

A look of realization slowly dawns on his face as he gazes up at you, no trace of irritation in your eyes. “Yes, I think… I think I do have the answer.”

With a slightly dazed look, he waves goodbye to you and makes his way to the bike parked in front of your house. You watch him rev the engine up and speed away down the street, something niggling at the back of your head at this strange encounter.

You promptly forget about it the moment your head meets the pillow.

✧

Alatus01:

Update: I think they like me back.

And just like that, you’ve once again failed your mission of sabotaging random people’s potential love lives. This case is probably worse because you actively worked to give them blatantly bad advice that somehow worked out in the end.

This guy’s crush must either be a nutcase, completely in love with him, an idiot, or all of the above.

Fine. You admit defeat. One more person in this world was getting laid before you did. Feeling sour, you type out a response.

yn-yournuts:

congrats ig. now you just need to confess

✧

Xiao pulls you aside after class into an empty classroom, his palms sweaty when they make contact with your arm.

There’s a determined look on his face that turns into uncertainty once you’re in front of him, watching him straighten his back and take in deep breaths like he’s preparing to answer a math test.

And then he utters the words that would have given you a cardiac arrest in another universe.

“…I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Archons, if this is a dream, please don’t ever wake me up.

You continue to stare at him, the silence hanging between you like an executioner’s blade, waiting to see which side it will swing.

You see him start to shrink into himself, losing confidence the longer the silence stretches on, and without much thought, you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his shoulder. You inhaled. He smells like almonds and qingxin flowers. It was addicting.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he returns your embrace.

Muffled against his shoulder, you say, “I really like you too, so much that all my friends say I’ve lost my sanity. I’ve been wanting to tell you but I didn’t think you liked me that way.”

His shoulders shake with mirth and relief. Then, Xiao admits in a low tone, “…Me too, but someone online really helped me. Their advice was strange, but they always worked out. Like now, they were the one that told me to confess.”

You spend a few seconds sending a mental thank you to that person. They deserve all the riches and blessings in the world.

You didn’t think much on it beyond your initial gratefulness, much too preoccupied with savoring the warmth that radiated from him while he embraced you. So you shelved that little detail for the moment to be checked on later.

“This means we’re dating now! No take backs, Xiao!” You declare loudly.

He nods with a little hum, hugging you even tighter than before.

✧

Alatus01:

update: We’re dating now

And for the first time since you commented on his post, you reply genuinely.

yn-yournuts:

congrats! so happy for you!!

✧

You bolt upright on your bed hours later, realization written all over your face.

Oh Archons.

Is Xiao Alatus01?!

[empress-simps]

Danger Meter [1]

》Pulse《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

■Pronouns: She/Her (Fem! Reader)

▪︎Warnings: Language

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and fluff

▪︎Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry. Oh well— you already know that the same goes for him.

Note: This is my first time writing a tgm fic!! Kinda nervous! I hope y'all like it! It's been a long while since I took a break so I haven't really wrote anything (except for my research and stuff), my writing is probably a bit different now

》 Masterlist 》 Bradley's Masterlist

》 Next part

"I swear I'll beat up the son of a bitch, just they wait."

Any other normal person would've considered to stay away from you as you growled those words out loud— or would've asked if you were okay from a safe distance. Your bestfriend beside you stilled for a moment, wondering why you were so hellbent on fighting someone and.. who was it? Another naval aviator? Or your soulmate that you always complain about?

Robert Floyd looked over to where you're sitting, curious to what you'll complain about to him. He saw the mix of worry and anger swimming in your eyes as you continue to look at the rectangular strip on your wrist. Before he could even ask, you showed him the orange stripe which is slowly turning red.

On the day a person is born, there's a rectangular shaped color on their left wrist. The color ranges from green, yellow, orange, red, and black. These colors represent on how safe your soulmate is in their current situation. Green being they're completely fine, red means they're in a dangerous situation (which rarely happens for most cases), and black means that there's a high chance for them to get killed in the situation they're in. The stripe will glow when you made a physical contact with your soulmate.

Having the mark, you can deem it as both a blessing and a curse.

Bob scanned your wrist, his eyes clouding with confusion. Was your soulmate a secret spy? In the military? A criminal? Why are they always in danger? The possibilities are endless.

He has to admit that even though it isn't his soulmate, he can still feel a small sense of dread flooding into his system. What more of his best friend sitting beside him? He could only imagine. "I'm sure they'll be fine, it's not the first time. Have faith in them, y/n/n" He says, trying to comfort you as he pats your back gently— albeit a little akwardly, but that's just a normal Bob thing.

You sighed, stress visible on your face as you rubbed your temples. "I swear Robby, my soulmate could die before I even get to meet them." Your mid-western accent slowly surfacing at the end of your sentence. He watched you as you plopped down his bed, sighing loudly.

"Maybe they're doing it as a revenge? I probably scare them when I go on missions. But why would they endanger themself?" You ranted to yourself as Bob looked at you sympathetically. "Y/n/n, how about try getting some sleep? We have to leave for topgun early in the morning.." He said softly. You sighed, agreeing with him. He walked you over to the front of his family's house.

"I'll see you in the morning, Robby." You smiled, waving at him and going over to your house, which is directly across from his.

"Well what do we have here?"

The human ken doll asked, watching amusedly as you neared him and Coyote, Bob silently following behind you.

"Crash! My favorite pilot, missed me?"

Jake greeted you with (as you'd like to call it) his pretty boy smile, you rolled your eyes playfully as you neared the pool table. He gave you a wink as you sat the down next to Bob.

"Statefarm, I was dreading to be flying with you again actually." You shrugged, taking his newly opened beer. A sound of protest goes unheard as you took a swig of the beverage. "You're gonna buy me another beer, Crash. And It's Hangman. I thought we had something special?"

"Whatever." You waved him off, "Go play." Hangman rolled his eyes, you took some peanuts from Bob. "You talk to me as if I'm a dog. You wound me."

You looked up at him and asked, feigning innocence. "But, Isn't that what you are?" A chorus of 'Ooooh's were heard in the background. After a while, Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy entered the mix.

"Who's he?" Pheonix's eyes darted to Bob who's sitting beside you. "Who's who?" Coyote asked, all of them looked at Bob simultaneously. "Since when did you get here?" Coyote followed up.

Bob looked at them and offered a smile "Oh I've been here with y/n/n." He motioned over to you.

"The man's a stealth pilot." Jake said. "Weapons System Officer, actually." Bob corrected, Jake nodded. "With no sense of humor."

"Hey! you mess with him, you mess with me." You warned them, slinging an arm around Bob. Hangman raised his hands, "I'm just saying."

"Well you better shut that damn mouth, statefarm." Jake just mumbled, talking about grabbing a few more beers and ringing it up on some old timer.

"What do they call you?" Pheonix asked, looking at Robert.

"Bob." He answered, Payback smiled. "No, your callsign."

"Uhhhh.. Bob."

"Bob Floyd, you're my new backseater? From Lemoore?" Pheonix asked, he smiled. "Looks like it, yeah." You patted Bob's shoulder. "I'll be right back, Robby. Just gonna get more beer." You said as you walked over to Penny, finding Jake as he ordered four more beers.

"And you-" he turned around to face you. "-Still owe me one beer." You smirked, "Make that two." As you grabbed one of the few beers he has. You decided to follow him back, seeing an unfamiliar guy sporting a hawaiian shirt and mustache which weirdly as it sounds— looks good on him. You don't know how long you'd been staring at him, time seemed to slow down when you laid your eyes on him.

The moment your eyes met feels like you got your breath knocked out of your lungs.

You're also pretty damn sure you felt the mark pulse.

This fic will have multiple parts! If anyone wants to be notified just send an ask or comment and I'll make a taglist, hope u enjoyed!

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 18: Shot Again

Sam squeezed her eyes shut as he walked past them and for a moment, everything was silent. She heard running footsteps and panicked as she saw someone running toward her. It was Deaton. 

"Sam, are you okay?", he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, kneeling down to her.

"I-", Sam looked around and her eyes immediately fell on where Derek had buried Peter. The floorboards were broken almost like someone had planted an explosive. It didn't look like someone had emerged out of the hole.

Peter's alive. She touched her side where the bite was and lifted her shirt to see the scar had faded. It wasn't completely gone which reassured her, but still. 

She looked at Derek's fallen body and teared up. "What did I do?", she whimpered, crawling over to him and shaking him. Deaton walked over to her. "I'm not quite sure.", he placed his fingers on Derek's pulse.

"He's alive.", he said and pulled out a small metal whistle. Sam let out a small sigh of relief. "What's that for?", Sam asked.

Once he put it to his mouth, a quiet, high-pitched sound came out of it and Derek's eyes shot open as he gasped, covering his ears.

"That—that sound. What was it?", Derek weakly asked as Sam helped him sit up. Deaton held up the dog whistle with a smile on his face.

Derek, unamused, immediately stood, almost falling over. Deaton and Sam had to catch and steady him.

"You're going to be weak for several hours. Both of you.", Deaton warned. He let go of Derek's shoulders and Derek looked down at his arm that was slowly healing.

"It actually happened.", he spoke in realization.

"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha. But as usual, not a particularly competent one.", Deaton said.

Derek turned to Sam, angry. "What did you do?" Sam backed away. "I don't know." She looked away, trying to remember.

She was at Lydia's party, she remembered seeing Scott for half a second but after that was it. "The last thing I remember was talking to Scott and I found his phone. I heard your voicemail, and I was gonna go and find him and then that was it. Now I'm here."

"Where is he?", Derek asked. Sam shrugged, looking at him. "I can't – I can't hear him or feel him. I always felt this pressure when he was about to do something or whenever he was around in general. Now I don't feel it."

Derek huffed before turning to Deaton, stepping to him to scare the older man. "Then how about you tell me what you're doing here. And why you're helping me?"

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life.", Deaton said with a straight face. "Helping you, was a promise I made to your mother." He turned to Sam. "Even your mother."

Sam's eyes widened. "What…?" Mom knows about stuff like this…? 

Derek's eyes widened in recollection. "You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're, uh, some kind of advisor."

"She was right. And I have some advice that you both need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, he's cunning. He's going to come at you. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, praying on your insecurities—"

"I wouldn't be surprised.", Sam muttered. 

"He'll tell you he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him."

"I don't trust anyone.", Derek retorted with a smile. Sam rolled her eyes. 

"I know. And if you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one of the people you should trust doesn't trust you at all."

"Scott."

"And the other person you should trust, you don't right now.", Deaton said, glancing at Sam. Derek looked at her, but she stared at the hole in shame. She couldn't meet his eyes.

"You need to find Scott. You need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. And something tells me it's going exactly the way he wants it to.", Deaton says, leaving.

Sam sighed, turning away from Derek and digging into her pocket for her phone. Her eyes widened at the multiple notifications. One stuck out more than the others as she looked at the text Scott sent her.

'ITS MATT'

"Holy shit.", she muttered. Derek walked up to her. "What?"

"Matt. Matt's the master.", Sam says, and saw a text from Stiles. 'You gotta come to the station. Need to testify against Matt'

Sam frowned, putting away her phone and running out of the house. Derek followed behind, getting her in his car.

After being dressed in better clothes, they walked inside the station. It was eerily quiet, and it bothered her so much.

She looked over at Derek, as he was just as on edge.

"Scott? Stiles?" Sam called loudly to get someone's attention. The station was usually bombarded with the smell of coffee and as much as she hated it, she preferred it over the metallic smell that entered her nose.

She walked over to the front desk and saw the receptionist slumped on the wall, bloody and lifeless.

"Shit…", she covered her mouth.

Sam backed away and heard a grunt behind her. Spinning around, she saw Jackson holding Derek with a clawed finger over his mouth to tell her to be quiet.

Derek was paralyzed and Sam definitely could've been next.

He grabbed Derek, dragging him while Jackson dragged Sam along by the arm towards the back and to a closed door. 

After letting go of her, Jackson placed Derek in front as if he was standing up on his own. The door swung open, revealing Scott, Stiles, and Matt waiting on the other side.

"Oh, thank God.", Scott let out a breath of relief when he saw Derek beside Sam. Jackson let go of his hold on the older male and Derek fell on his back, much to the werewolf's shock.

Jackson pushed Sam forward into the room. She frowned, seeing Matt pointing a gun at her. "Well, well.", Matt maniacally smirked. She looked at the pile of phones on the desk.

"You sent the text.", Sam said, looking at him.

"Smart girl." Matt moved over so he was crouching over a paralyzed Derek.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?", Derek grumbled, paralyzed and irritated. 

"Well Derek, not everyone is lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh yeah! That's—that's right! I've learned a few things lately.", Matt said standing up. "Werewolves, hunters, unturned psychotic Alphas, kanimas, it's like a freakin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"An abominable snowman, but it's more of like a wintertime thing. You know, seasonal.", Stiles sarcastically replies.

Matt, unamused, motioned his head over to Jackson. Jackson raised a hand, slicing his claws through the back of Stiles' neck. Sam and Scott rushed to get him, but Jackson quickly stopped his friends. 

"Bitch.", Stiles mumbled out as his body crumbled and landed him on top of Derek. Sam sighed, stepping away.

"Get him off of me.", Derek demanded through his teeth.

"Oh, I don't know Derek, I think you two make a pretty good pair.", Matt said, tauntingly. "It must kinda suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

Derek glared at him. "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? See how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch!", Stiles mumbled in Derek's shirt. Matt glanced over at Sam. Sam glared at him. She knew he knew something. All it took was for one of them to confirm it for him.

"Relax, Sam.", Matt pointed his gun towards her.

"I don't know why you think pointing your gun at me is gonna intimidate me.", Sam says, shrugging. "You won't.", she challenged.

His eyebrows rose. "I won't?", he chuckled. "Y'know, I thought it was weird. I figured you weren't at the party to be at the party but to help these fools."

"Technically, I was kidnapped!", Sam corrected.

"I thought you were so sweet. Such a good friend to these idiots. Even for Allison. I liked that.", he continued.

"Yeah, and I still am. But not if you're gonna keep pointing a gun in my face. How can I be nice to someone threatening me without a good purpose?", Sam asked. His face almost softened, almost like he was considering it until his face contorted in anger.

A loud blast rang out in the room and before Sam could react, Jackson grabbed her.

Her vision blurred and she heard ringing before her eyes focused. She could hear Scott yelling, Stiles' loud mumbling, and Derek's loud growling. Her hand flew to her right side as she felt a burning pain and warm liquid seeping through her fingers.

Matt shot at her, only having the bullet graze her side. 

It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but it did. And it was annoying.

"Next time, I won't miss.", Matt threatened. She huffed through her nose, her eyes fluttering from blood loss.

"Matt, what the hell?", Scott screamed.

"Shut up, McCall!", Matt pointed the gun at Scott next. Before he could say anything, a pair of headlights hitting the window cut him off.

"Ah…" He smiled. "Is that her?", Matt asked Scott in a taunting voice. He flashed him a smirk. "Do what I tell you and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her." Who was her? Who else was called here??

"Scott, don't trust him!", Stiles screamed. Matt reached down and grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt and yanked him off of Derek. Matt presses his foot down onto Stiles' throat suffocating their friend.

Sam went to help Stiles, but Jackson pulled her back, flashing a clawed hand in her face for good measure.

"Is this better for you?", Matt asked as Stiles' face turned red and he began choking.

"Matt, stop!", Sam screamed.

"Stop! Just stop!", Scott yelled.

"Then do what I tell you.", Matt ordered. "Okay!", Scott blurted out. "Alright." Matt didn't move to get off Stiles' throat.

"Matt, stop it!", Sam screamed, watching Stiles almost turn purple. Matt turned his attention to me and finally took his shoe off. Stiles hacked and coughed, trying to catch his breath.

"You," Matt looked to Jackson, "take them in there. You," Matt looked at Scott, "with me."

Matt looked at Sam. "You too." He yanked her from Jackson's grip and dragged her out of the room, trailing after Scott.

They went down the hallway Jackson earlier had dragged Sam and Derek through and stopped at its entrance. Matt pushed Sam in as she stood next to Scott.

"Mom?", Scott called, and Sam eyes widened. He brought her here?

"Oh, you scared me. Where is every—", Ms. McCall's voice trailed off when her eyes met her son and his best friend held at gunpoint.

Tears and fear immediately filled her eyes. Her eyes trailed to the bloody wound on Sam's side, making her cover her mouth.

"Mom," Scott tried to say calmly, "just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right," Matt agreed, coming up from behind them. Scott and Sam both turned around. Matt pulled back the trigger and shot Scott in the abdomen.

Melissa and Sam screamed in shock as Scott went down.

Sheriff Stilinski began screaming for Scott and Stiles. He's here too?

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you.", Matt took a few steps forward and looked down to a bleeding Scott. "Next one goes through you." Matt latched onto Sam's arm, twisting it behind her back.

"Wai—" Melissa took a few steps forward. Sam's eyes widened at her. "No-!" 

"Back! Back!", Matt yelled, pointing the gun at her.

"Mom! Mom! Stop! Mom!" Scott put pressure on his wound. Sam knew he could heal, but how was he gonna explain that to his mom…

"I said, get back.", Matt slowly warned, his crazed eyes watering.

"Scott," she whimpered.

"Melissa, please.", Sam whimpered, pleading with her. She nodded, tears dripping down her face as she retreated backwards.

"Get up, McCall.", Matt demanded.

"Matt, Matt, listen to me!" Sheriff Stilinski's voice echoed throughout the station. Where was he??

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Matt roared. "Everybody shut the hell up!" The gun clutched in Matt's hand was being waved around. Matt was hyperventilating, turning his head from Scott to Melissa, then back to Scott again.

"Now get up or I shoot both of them next!", he ordered Scott, pointing to the gun from Sam's temple to Melissa. Scott hurried and listened. The armed psycho dragged them into the cell room where they found Sheriff Stilinski handcuffed to a pipe on the wall.

"Sam...", Mr. Stilinski's eyes widened as he saw Sam. Fear and anger washed over his face as he glared at the boy behind her. 

Matt pushed Sam into the room and finally let her go to Melissa.

"Please, he needs to see a doctor.", Melissa pleaded as Matt locked her in a holding cell.

"You think so?", Matt asked, amused.

"Hey, hey you listen to me!", Sheriff Stilinski yelled from his position.

"It's alright! I'm okay!", Scott reassured.

"No honey, you're not okay.", Melissa whimpered to her son.

"Melissa, trust me, he's okay.", Sam tried to reassure.

"It doesn't hurt mom.", Scott said.

"Cause that's the adrenaline. Please just– please let me take a look at him, okay? I mean I can help stop the bleeding."

"They have no idea, do they?", Matt taunted Scott.

"Matt, stop it.", Sam growled. Melissa cried as Matt kicked Sam in her side. Sam dropped to a knee, cupping a hand over her wound and shakily stood.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!", Matt screamed. "Lady, if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet through his head. Then her head."

"Okay, okay.", Melissa whimpered.

"Back to the front, McCall. You too, Sam." Scott and Sam looked at each other and began walking, Matt following behind them with his gun. 

They walked back to the room where Stiles and Derek were still on the floor. Matt jabbed the gun into Sam's back, making her growl. "We don't have what you want. Why are you here?" 

"No, no, I want the book!", Matt snapped.

"Wha—what book?", Scott stuttered in confusion.

"The bestiary!"

Sam's eyes widened. Gerard's book??? Why does he know about that?

"Not just the few pages, I want the entire thing.", Matt demanded. 

"Matt, we don't have it. Gerard does.", Sam says. "What do you want it for anyways?", Scott asked.

"I need answers.", Matt said. 

"Answers to what?", Scott yelled.

"To this!" Matt pulled up his shirt to reveal his side, covered in Kanima skin. Scott, Stiles, and Sam's eyes widened at the blue scales.

Matt was turning into the Kanima? Or a Kanima??? How?

"Matt.", Sam called.

"I want the book!", he yelled. "Okay!", Sam yelled. "We can help you without the book."

Derek, Stiles and Scott looked at her with wide eyes. What is she talking about? They didn't have it or any other solutions. "How?", Matt asked, suspicious. 

"It's hard to explain. But if you let us go, we can take you to Deaton's. He can help you.", Sam says, cautiously. "He helped me, and he can definitely do the same for you."

It wasn't exactly a lie. She wasn't sure what Deaton had but they did say they were gonna save Jackson.

Matt's connected to Jackson. "You have a link with Jackson. If we can save you, we'll also save Jackson.", Sam says.

He stared at her for a moment, his lip quirked a bit. "That blood loss must really be messing with your head.", he says before lifting his gun and shooting her in her leg. Sam fell with a shout of pain. All the boys but Jackson and Matt yelled. 

Sam groaned, turning on her unwounded side, trying to elevate her leg as she laid on her back. Matt turned to Scott. "Now, McCall.", Matt ordered, pointing the gun at Scott.

"He shot you.", Derek gruffed, his chest going up and down.

Sam huffed through her nose as she tried to keep her shaky leg up as the boys left.

Matt left Sam, Stiles and Derek under the surveillance of robotic like Jackson. He was guarding the exit to the door, his back to them. Derek, Stiles, and Sam sat in silence until Derek spoke up once more.

"I'm fine, I'm fine.", Sam rushed, trying to ignore the pain. 

"No Sam, you just got shot!", Stiles exclaimed.

She didn't say anything. If she said anything anymore, it wouldn't make a difference. Matt shot her. Twice.

"Hey, you know what's happening to Matt?", Stiles whispered to Derek.

"Yeah, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules. Not like this.", Derek explained. 

"What do you mean?", Stiles asked.

"He's saying there's a price for each action for the Kanima.", Sam says.

"The universe balances things out. It always does."

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people that don't deserve it?"

"Killing people himself."

"So…" Stiles starts. "Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima.", Sam whispered.

"Balance.", Derek said.

"Will he believe us if we tell him that?", Stiles asked. 

"Not likely.", Derek answered.

"Okay he's going to kill all of us when he gets that book, isn't he?", Stiles realized.

"Yup." Derek and Sam sighed. Stiles joined in on the sigh.

"So, what the hell do we do?", Sam asked, sweating. Losing blood was starting to give her a headache.

"Kill him before he kills you.", Derek simply said. Sam looked at him crazy. What?

"Well, that isn't exactly going to work with you two paralyzed, Jackson standing outside the door waiting to rip his claws through us, and Scott, his mom and the sheriff being held at gunpoint.", Sam listed.

"I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.", Derek thought aloud.

Stiles and Sam looked at Derek as they heard a scratching noise. Derek's claws were out and poked into his jean covered thigh.

Sam quickly looked away, not wanting to see his blood. "Gross.", Stiles whined weakly. Matt stormed in, rushing over to Sam. "You. With me. Now."

Sam struggled to get up. "I can't walk!", she exclaimed. "Now!", he yelled, pushing her. She limped, following him out. Scott followed them and Matt made them walk in front of him as he brought them into the large office room. Scott and Sam turned around to face Matt.

"I feel sorry for you, McCall, because now you're thinking 'how am I going to explain this when it heals'? Sad part is that you don't realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Because you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.", Matt began pacing.

Sam frowned at him sadly. "You drowned, didn't you?", she asked. If Jackson couldn't move in the water as the Kanima, that'd have to reflect as to how Matt felt or experienced. That was the only solution she could think of. Anything traumatic with a pool? Drowning.

"He shouldn't have let them drink.", Matt leaned against one of the deputy's desks.

"Who?", Sam asked.

"Lahey!", he yelled. "He shouldn't have let them drink." 

"Who was drinking?", Scott asked.

"The swim team, you idiots! I didn't know what was happening! I didn't know they had just won states. And Lahey's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're seventeen, right?", he sneered.

"You were at Isaac's?", Sam asked, confused.

"He had this first edition spider-man novel—or was it…batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there, and I hear music, and everyone's having a good time. And I see Shawn, he—he throws Jesscia in the pool. And then Bennett goes in…"

"Bennett? The hunter?", Scott asked. 

"And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother. He grabs me. He thinks it's funny."

"They threw you in.", Scott realized. "You couldn't swim.", Sam chimed in.

"I-I yelled 'I can't swim', but nobody listened. I go under, and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica's got her hands down Shawn's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Cara, and I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're fucking laughing! All of the sudden I'm- I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me and he says," Matt walked over to Scott and began jabbing finger at Scott's chest, "'you tell no one. This - this is your fault! Don't know how to swim? What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!'"

He huffed and his blue eyes filled with tears. "And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I would wake up in the middle of the night, I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was asthmatic! They- they- they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes I…I was drowning."

Matt took a shaky breath. "You know that little white light they talk about? You see when you die? I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark."

"So, you killed all of them that killed you.", Sam says, sympathetic.

"But then, then came the Argent's funeral. And everything changed." Matt's face contorted to a glare, and he pointed at her.

"I saw you there, Sam, and Allison of course. I was taking some photos, I got one of you, by accident, then Lahey got in one of the photos! I looked down at the screen at my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me! And I just– I look at him, and I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like the furies coming down to punish Ortheses…"

Scott looked confused as ever. Matt scoffed, "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?", Scott innocently stuttered.

"Ugh, that's Oedipus, you dumbass!", Matt scolded Scott for his ignorance, waving the gun in his face.

"Ortheses is a deity of vengeance.", Sam informs, and Matt's face almost lightened up. "I knew you were smarter than your idiot friends. The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair."

"If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.", Sam says.

"Jackson is my fury.", Matt nodded his head to his lizard friend standing in the hallway. "And when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me. And I knew he would do it again. So, I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change," he smiles. "And guess what? He didn't even recognize me! So, when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So, I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture. Jackson would take their life."

Matt leaned against the desk from before after he stopped pacing. The room was silent for a moment until the power suddenly went out.

"What is this?", Matt asked. The two could hear him shuffling to stand up. The emergency lighting flashed on and all the sudden, the piercing sound of a siren started to wail. Sam covered her ears to shorten the loud noise. 

"What is this? What's happening? What's going on?", Matt shouted, pointing the gun at Scott and Sam.

"I don't know!", Scott stuttered.

Matt was ready to shoot them because he thought they were taking him down when in actuality, none of them knew what was going on. A pair of headlights swept over the outside of the building and illuminated the dark room.

Scott and Sam's eyes widened in fear as they could see a few figures standing out there with guns in their hands.

Shit. 

Scott pulled her down before the windows shattered from the impact of the bullets.

Who the hell else was trying to kill them??? Who knew they were here??

"Matt, get down! Now!", Sam yelled. She couldn't see him due to the smoke and Scott pulled at her.

"He can't see us. Get out.", Scott whispered to her.

"Matt may not be able to see but Jackson sure can.", Sam gruffed. 

"Don't worry about Jackson, I've got him covered.", Scott said and got up from their hiding spot under the desk and began running. 

Sam watched Scott run out of the room and throw Jackson down. She ran out of the room and ran with Scott to go get Stiles and Derek. Scott kneeled down next to Stiles, and Sam crouched to Derek.

"Take him.", Derek ordered, moving the upper half of his body. "Go!" He yelled. Scott struggled at first but picked up a paralyzed Stiles and ran off with him to go leave him in a safe place.

"Can you move?", Sam hurriedly asked Derek.

"Kind of, it's wearing off.", he said as he dug his claws into his thigh some more and finally got to move.

Sam helped him up, wincing at her leg. "You're still bleeding.", Derek says, frowning at her wounds. She shook her head. "I'll live. You need to be careful. Jackson's about to go full Kanima on us, Matt's still got a gun, and there's other people here trying to shoot us."

She turned her head around to make sure no one was behind them, but when she looked back, Derek had already run off, ordering her to hide.

She ran out of the room and stalked around as quietly as possible. Matt was still roaming around with a gun, pissed.

This was too much.

Sam turned a corner and gasped at Allison standing in the smoke in front of her, a glare visible on her face.

She was holding a crossbow in her hand and aimed at Sam.

"Allison.", Sam warned. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Derek?", she asked, threateningly.

"What?" Sam's eyes widened. If she's here… the other Argents are here.

Shit.

"You guys did that? You guys shot at us? We already have Matt to worry about we don't need you and your stupid little hunter problems to deal with right now!", Sam yelled at Allison.

"Where is he?", she grounded through her teeth.

"Allison, you might wanna rethink your choices. You're looking a lot like Kate right now."

Her gaze hardened. "Stay out of my way, Sam." 

She shoulder checked Sam and she ran down the hall she came from.

Derek didn't know they were here for him. She had to tell him.

She looked around for the holding cell and heard a shrill cry from Melissa.

Reaching the room, Sam hides on the wall outside. Peaking her head out a little, she looked into the room to see Stiles' dad passed out on the floor and Melissa right up against the bars of her cell. Matt was standing over the unconscious Sheriff. 

"Matt. Matt, listen to me! My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire and I don't know what's happening, but will you please just let me see my son.", Melissa pleaded, tears in her eyes. 

"How totally clueless are you people?", Matt asked a terrified Melissa.

Sam glared at Matt as he walked over to Melissa. Sam crawled into the room while he was distracted and rammed him in the wall. 

"And how stupid can you be?", Sam yelled. He got up and Sam kicked him down. She stepped on the arm that held the gun.

"I couldn't give a damn if you shot me. But you threatened and hurt my friends because you were hurting. What sense does that make?", Sam asked, looking down at him.

Sam heard a snarl behind her and saw Derek's red eyes. Matt pushed her out of the way, trying to reach for his gun. 

Melissa yelped, backing up in her cell. Matt and Derek stared each other down until Jackson came with a reptilian screech.

Derek roared so loud, Sam had to cover her ears as he and the Kanima began fighting, throwing each other all over the room. Sam got up, backing out of the way and Matt charged at her, pushing her against a wall.

She grunted, falling against the wall and frowned, seeing him look panicked. He was just reacting on his feelings other than anger now. He just wanted to get out.

Sam tried to get up, but her leg started bleeding more and he ran off. Fuck.

Derek ran towards the lizard and the Kanima grabbed the cell bars and lifted his feet up to kick Derek back. The Kanima hissed at Melissa just as Scott came in and threw the Kanima out the room.

The Kanima hissed and Sam stood to follow it, but Derek pulled her away, hiding her behind the wall in the shadows.

Before she could ask, he lifted his finger to his lips, shaking his head like he did when Kate came to his house.

"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this.", they hear Scott say.

"Trust me, I'm aware of that.", they heard Gerard's voice and Sam's eyes widened. What the hell was going on… 

"I've done everything you asked me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information you want, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson.", Scott told him. 

"Then, leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go.", Gerard ordered. 

"You dropped this."

"Go.", he repeated, and Scott came back in the room. They stayed in the room until all the Argents left.

Derek kept Sam in the shadows as Scott got his mom out.

Sam frowned, disappointed with Scott. Why the hell was he working with the same people who wanted to kill him…?

Derek's wolfed face was scrunched in anger. "You need to get out of here. The Argents are looking for you.", Sam warned.

"I've got the Argents covered.", he growled. Sam's eyes trailed down to see Matt's gun. Sam ran over to get the gun and looked at Derek. "I've got Matt."

Derek looked at the gun then at Sam and nodded.

She ran out of the room and saw a figure run out the back door. She ran out of the door to see Matt run out of the metal gate of the police car parking lot.

Matt was pretty fast. Probably in better shape than she was, but she still pushed herself to get him, and found him running to a lake. She stopped and hid as she watched Matt meet up with Gerard Argent.

If Gerard saw her, he'd kill her for what happened to Victoria. It was one thing for Chris to get her, but he had somewhat of a heart. Gerard on the other hand, he didn't give a damn. She knew that. Gerard taught Chris and his family everything they know.

Sam slid down on the grass and hid herself underneath the bridge, pressing her body up onto one of the damp, wooden pillars. She was hidden in the shadows, but Matt wasn't.

The headlights of Gerard's car flicked on, and Matt was illuminated in blindingly bright light. She could hear Gerard grab Matt and pushed him down a hill, dragging him into the lake. Matt's body squirmed and tried to fight the old man but failed.

If Sam had intervened, Gerard would kill her without a problem. He was barely breaking a sweat, holding Matt underwater.

Matt managed to come up for air, but Gerard dunked him once more. The more Matt tried coming up for air, the more he slowed down and then completely stopped.

He had to be faking. It was smart. Make him think he killed you. But Matt didn't resurface. Gerard stood up, looking at Matt's body floating still in the water.

Sam stayed quiet as Gerard got out of the lake quietly and stepped onto the bank. He looked at Matt once more, "No longer afraid of the water? Well, you don't have to be afraid of anything my friend.", she heard him say and saw that he had brought the Kanima over. 

Gerard held his hand out as the Kanima slowly came over and touched hands with Gerard. The two parted their separate ways, both leaving the lake.

Sam rushed over to the lake, trudging through the murky water as she brought Matt out of the water. She tried to perform CPR on him, but he wouldn't open his eyes.

"Matt." Sam shook him. "Matt, they're gone. You don't have to pretend anymore!", Sam exclaimed. He wouldn't move. She lowered her head on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. Nothing. She pulled away and saw his color slowly turn blue from the lack of oxygen.

Her eyes sparkled with tears. This isn't how it was supposed to go. He was a victim. She couldn't blame him too much, despite his actions, she felt distraught. She didn't want him to die. She looked up at the moon as it shone on them. "Please," she begged to no one specific. "Please…", she begged, lowering her head.

She felt Matt's body become heavier. Dead weight. He was dead.

"I can send his spirit to pass on…", she heard.

She didn't even bother lifting her head. She felt her hand hover over Matt's body, illuminating in a purple light and plant itself on Matt's chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered to him. 

His body was dimly illuminated in the same light before dispersing. She stopped and laid Matt's body in the water before getting up to leave.

Matt was also a victim in all of this. They had to settle this. Now.