#crept looks really badass

[unnoticed-poison]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔! 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 °【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】°

【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟐 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

So I forgot I explained the situation in my other yandere fic but not this one so I'll do it now so everyone will know.

The reason some girls are genderbend is because I can't exactly write yaoi or yuri cause of my religion, the most I could do for them is turn them into males so they can be romantic yanderes, hope you guys understand.

Also because I like to write genderbend as well.

The treatment Valentino gives Angel Dust will be mentioned of course, and not all the girls will be genderbend, it depends on how the story will go.

So anyways enjoy the chapter ❣️

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Things were not going so well for Charles at the meeting.

"And then I went ahead and invited her to my place-"

This 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 won't stop babbling about useless stuff and avoiding the topic at hand.

"- I failed to seduce her since she's so oblivious, but I can always try again next time," Adam said nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the rib as he glanced at him. "So what did you do this weekend?"

"Sir." The exterminator standing behind Adam looked less than thrilled while listening to his boss's chattering as well. " There's only a few minutes left for the meeting."

"Really? Oh well, you can start talking then."

Fucking finally.

Charles stood up after clearing his throat, holding up his papers as he started explaining the situation at hand.

"So I'm sure you're well aware of the overpopulation issue we're currently facing, I would like to suggest-"

Adam interrupted him. "OH that's not a problem at all! we're taking care of that just fine, Lute!" He called out as Lute stepped closer to him. "How many demons did you kill this year?"

The exterminator's voice was blunt as he answered. "Got a good 275 sir."

"275!? Badass! Awesome job danger dick." They fist-bumped as he said this, making the demon frown.

They're proud of that..?

"You know those are my people, right..?"

Adam laughed. "Of course! And that's what makes it even better!"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Charles continued. "As I was saying, all our problems will be solved if we rehab those sinners and cleanse all their souls so they can join you guys in heaven and the extermination won't be needed anymore!"

He explained as fast as he could while holding up each paper. " The redeeming process will take place in my hote-"

"That's enough."

Huh?

"But I haven't finished yet-"

"I've heard more than enough, if what you're suggesting is letting those miserable fuckers climb up the ladder then you can forget about it, that's the dumbest idea I've ever heard in my long, loooong life."

"Everyone makes mistakes! They can redeem themselves-"

"They had the chance to do that when they were 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, now that they've earned damnation, it's no one's fault but their own," Lute spoke in a scornful tone, his eyes narrowed in disgust. "And for your information, angels 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 make mistakes."

Charles narrowed his eyes at him in return. " You really think so."

The man smirked. "I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 so."

Adam, visibly annoyed, slammed his hands on the table, making them both stop. "Alright that's enough!"

He rose to his feet and made his way over to Charles until they were standing face to face. " Look here pal, hell is forever and there's nothing, and I mean absolutely 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you can do about it, so I suggest you give up now, and I'll pretend I never heard any of that bullshit."

A sneer of contempt crept over his face as he towered over the boy, he looked too much like his father, just looking at him made him 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬.

"You should consider yourself lucky that damned snake gave you a pardon from the extermination or else you and your hellborn kind would've been dead a long time ago."

Charles could feel his blood boil, his face flushed in rage as he scowled at him.

This damned bastard-

Before he had a chance to respond, the angel suddenly stepped back.

"And now that I've got your and the audience's attention, I would like to announce that we've made a determination!" With a triumphant smirk, Adam turned his head to stare directly at where the camera was.

...?

Confused, Charles turned his head to where Adam was looking.

....

Shit!

There was a camera?!!

How come he didn't notice it!

"-To move up the next extermination."

What?!

"Wait a second that's not-!"

"I can't wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know the day just finished, but we'll be back in six months!" Taking hold of both the drone and Charles's hand, he sent a menacing smile to the camera. " Enjoy those next few months dear sinners! Cause they might be your last."

Once he said that, he roughly threw them out of the room and returned to his seat while bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Wait!" The demon exclaimed, papers scattered around him as he tried to enter the room again. "Hold on a moment!"

"Now where is my favorite angel-" was the last thing he heard Adam say before the door slammed shut in his face.

......

Frustrated beyond words, his face scrunched up in anger as he slammed his fist into the door.

"Fuck!"

This was not how this was supposed to go!

He made things WORSE.

He then heard a voice come from the small drone.

"Looks like Lucifer's brat fucked things up for us all! What a shocker, I'm sure your father will be 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."

....

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his head, feeling defeated.

"Excuse me, are those yours?"

Huh?

Charles lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.

Despite the woman being out of uniform and wearing a simple dress, he was certain that she was one of the angels with the wings and halo.

Moreover, the giant hammer in her hand, still dripping with blood, served as a stark reminder of her rank.

Her other hand was holding the papers he drew at the hotel, with a basket hanging from her wrist.

Was that an egg?

Despite being a little disturbed by the sight, he couldn't help but be drawn by her looks.

She's pretty...

"Sir?"

Charles snapped out of it, a flush spread across his cheeks when he realized he'd been staring too long.

With a sheepish nod, he stood up and brushed off his clothes as he went over to you.

"Oh yeah they're mine!"

With a nod, you extended the papers. "Here you go then." You said, handing him the papers, some were stained with blood.

He looked at the stained papers for a moment before taking them off your hand. "Am.. thanks."

"No problem, have a nice day."

With that being said, you walked past him and towards the room he just got kicked out of.

His eyes followed your back for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh and turning around to leave when he suddenly paused in his tracks.

Wait..

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭?

Perhaps you're the one that arrogant prick was talking about?

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦..𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦...

Maybe it wasn't too late yet!

If he could convince you of his project then maybe...

Perhaps you could help change Adam's mind as well!

Or at the very least move the extermination back to once a year like usual.

"Miss! Please wait!"

Turning back, he quickly headed over to you.

Upon hearing that, you paused and turned back to him with a raised brow. "Do you need anything?"

"I'd like to speak with you about something urgent."

You silently glanced back at the door and then back at the blonde, you had arrived just in time to witness him get thrown out by your boss.

So you had a pretty good guess on why he wanted to discuss with you.

"I'm sorry but my boss's words are final, I have no say in them, so whatever you spoke with him about I can't do anything."

That was mostly a lie, but the blonde didn't need to know that.

"Please! I beg you, it will only take a minute."

Gazing at the sheer desperation on the man's face, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.

..........

.....

Damnit.

You finally let out a sigh. "Go ahead, I can't promise anything though."

?!

Charles's face lit up with happiness as he gave you a beaming smile.

"Thank you!"

Despite your visible disinterest, the man excitedly explained his entire project to you in detail.

There might be hope to clean up the mess he made after all.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Hope you guys liked the chapter!

I really need to focus back on my Yandere Animation Studios fic, that thing only has the trailer chap posted 😭

Anyways until next time ❣️

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ VERY CONVINCING (edge x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: edge x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @slutforoscarisaac

could you possibly write a one shot with heel!fem! reader and judgment day edge? edge wants reader to join judgement day but she refuses (cause she’s an independent badass) on live tv which pisses edge off. so after their segment edge follows reader to her locker room to convince her to join. if you could please add your little sprinkle of nsfw that would be amazing!

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: sprinkle of nsfw n slight aggression

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k

ೃ༄ NOTE: i have not proofread this so excuse how messy it is. it’s messy in general tbh i’m sO SORRY but my god i am very attracted to this man (i’m actually gay and ace but that’s just his power)

standing in ring, mic in hand as you listened to the boos of the crowd shouldnt been have exhilarating as it was. but as you surveyed the arena, one hip jutted out to the side to see the majority of those around you jeering and giving you disapproving gestures, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. it probably seemed menacing to the crowd, a sadistic show that you felt no guilt for the betrayals you had done, but truthfully? you could get used to being so hated. most great wwe legends had this period in their career, and seeing your name up on this lists made it all worth it.

backstage, you had your friend and the crowds you stuck around. in the ring? the only allegiance you pledged was to yourself, and the audience were well aware by now that this loyalty to your own cause ran deep enough to turn on those who appeared to be your allies. you had a goal — the belt — and you didn’t care what you’d have to do to get to it.

“missed me?” you asked the wwe universe, satisfied with the heckles you received in response. your break had only been short, simply recovering from a surface wound doctors had advised needed time to heal over, but you had wasted no time in ambushing one of your fellow superstars backstage on your return, and the fans were shown once again you were back and undeterred from your backstabbing saga.

taking a few steps forward, your leant against the ropes that surveyed the right side of the arena.

“it seems in just a month you’ve all forgotten who runs this show huh? hope my little display reminded you all.” you growled out, voice as sultry as you could manage. you were a villain they loved to hate, after all. “i’m getting pretty fed up of you all doubting me. how many times do i have to prove i’m the best before you start to believe me?”

your taunts were welcomed with angry calls, coupled with the occasional fan who cheered as they stuck by your side. those that loved the underdog always made themselves known.

you were just about to launch into the purpose of your promo when the arena went dark again, and the first sign of trouble was when the animated wings spread ferociously across the screen at the back of the stage. really, with the track you were on, you should have expected this sooner.

still, nothing could have quite prepared you seeing the newly drafted judgement day appear at the opposite end of the arena to you, damian and rhea flanking their leaders side as edge honed his attention directly on you.

he looked so eerie in the dark, an unsettling feeling settling momentarily in your stomach as you dragged your eyes over the kingpin of the stable. he only smirked back menacingly as they made their way towards you.

as expected, playing their role as perfect lackeys, rhea and damian took their places either side of the ring, ready to jump incase you made a break for it — but not edge. oh no, he climbed into the ring gracefully, not stopping until he was a mere foot away from where you had returned to stand front and centre of the stage. from here, he towered over you, something you were sure on camera looked more intimidating than most things wwe had seen.

lifting a mic to his lips, judgement days leader began his proposition, not breaking eye contact once. “you’ve made your statement y/n. you’ve got what you wanted — an opportunity.”

after an intense stare down, edge stepped away from you, and suddenly you could breathe again as he paraded the ring in a circle around where you stood.

“you have a lot of things to offer: the heart, the mindset, the strength — but what you haven’t got? a lot of allies.” you daren’t turn your head fully to look at him, feeling how the intimidating (yet, gorgeous) man stopped behind you. all you were willing to give was a weak glance to your side to see rhea grinning in the darkness. “you could be so powerful if placed with the right people. you have everything it takes, but way too many enemies to take them all down at once.”

edge circled back around, acting like a vulture as it waited for its prey’s final breath. they were determined to wear you down, but you steeled yourself as you let the man continue.

“you have no aid, and when those you’ve betrayed turn on you — well.” edge chuckled to himself, sinister and gravelly in a way that went straight through you. “i’d hate to have a front row seat to your downfall when you could have had so much more.”

poking your tongue into the side of your cheek, you stretched out your neck as you inserted yourself back in the conversation. “your side getting cold, mister? need another body to warm your titleless stampede?” you sneered, finding satisfaction in the glare edge sent you in response. “if you think i’d join your faction just because i’m alone then you don’t know me at all.”

edge clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you as another chant was ignited amongst the crowd. “i know you’re a smart woman, y/n. i think you know we could be the leg up you need to finally take what’s yours. and i must say you’d be better to have us as allies than enemies.”

you pretended to mull it over, but your decision had already been made from the moment you saw them appear. you had gone it alone thus far, and if anything, it was now a matter of proving to yourself, and everyone who doubted you that you could do it.

“do you know what i think when i hear you talk, edge?” this time, it was you who took a step forward, crowding edge where he stood. you had to look up to speak directly to him, but your presence was large enough to veto the difference. “i hear a man who is scared. you all know perfectly well what i’m capable of. none of you could come out to face me one on one, so you just had to band together to prove a point.”

you clicked your tongue before continuing.

“that’s the difference between you and me. i’ve been doing this alone. my enemies don’t try to get to me because they know it’s a losing battle. and i’ll promise you something else,” you placed a hand against his chest for effect, sliding it steadily down until it rested on his sternum “when i win this, alone, without your pathetic help, you’ll be the first person i mention in my thank you speech.”

with that, you dropped your mic to the ground, giving an exaggerated curtsy that had long become your signature, before you clambered out of the ring and made your way down the catwalk to the familiar sound of your music. even those who hated you couldn’t help but cheer after the display, and you weren’t about to stick around to see how judgement day picked up the pieces of your rejection.

there was a certain level of pride in your actions, knowing you had stuck to your own guns. you had barely even faltered when cornered by the hall of famer, and you could use that as a testament to your determination. the congratulations you received from various superstars and company men as you headed backstage (even paul heyman stopped to praise you?!) certainly told the promo had been an overall success despite the interrupt.

there would be a lot to sort at a later date, surely some damage control that your manager would be responsible for, but for now you deserved a shower, and maybe some takeout.

the locker room welcomed you with a familiar squeak of the door, finding the room which you shared with just two others empty due to their lack of scheduling at the company tonight. these were you favourite shows, when you could stretch and take as much time as you needed, no fear of others bursting inside whilst you were kid costume change.

or at least, you thought.

it was just as you were brushing through your hair with your hands, a button down shirt hanging open on your frame over the underwear that the door opened with a clatter. you moved to cover yourself, and scream at whoever was entering unannounced, but then you turned to see the figure standing in the doorway.

edge stared you down, eyes only leaving yours when he took the opportunity to take in the sight of your half dressed body. you buttoned up the mid section of your shirt on instinct, stepping back to your back as the judgement days leader closed the door behind him.

“my answer is still no.” you muttered, trying your best to ignore how he locked the door behind him.

“i know.” he hummed, playing with the bottom of his suit jacket. you had to turn back to your things to avoid his cold gaze “you made that pretty clear with your attempt to embarrass me.”

“nothing personal, sweetheart.” you taunted, surely adding insult to injury.

edge gave a faint growl, suddenly crowding behind you a lot like how he had in the ring. you felt a tug to the hem of your shirt, slapping his hand away before you were even fully turned to face him. he was closer to you now, having chest nearly colliding with your own when you whipped around to shoot him a glare. but all your possible retorts died in your throat when you saw how he was staring at you.

like he wanted to eat you alive.

“oh trust me, sweetheart, i know. to turn down such an opportunity on a personal grudge? now you’d have to be more stupid than i first thought.” one of his hands reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, but it wasn’t sweet in the way most would take that action, it was a fight for ownership.

you stepped back in an attempt to put some space between you and the man, but were met by the bench against the back of your knees, almost causing you to tumble. just before you could slam down against the seat and the hard wood of the locker spaces, an arm was around your waist, steadying you but leaving very little room to breathe.

“get off me.” you whispered, no real heat to your own request.

he knew that too, lips curling in a smirk as he realised he had you right where he wanted you. “you don’t want that, do you, y/n?”

steeling yourself, you choked out an unconvincing “i do”, and just to prove a point, edge released his grip just enough to allow you to slip.

you weren’t proud of how quickly you reacted, grabbing at the collar of the black suit to keep yourself upright and igniting a low chuckle from the man in front of you.

once you had steadied yourself, he was the one to move to release your hands from his collar. you thought he might move back after having made his point, but he didn’t make any attempt to even release his hold on you, instead, taking a step forward until your back was curved as it pushed against the hard wooden beam behind you. the only things holding you up now were the angle and the way you levelled your legs against his.

he used the position to his advantage, sliding his knee in between your thighs, knowing you couldn’t push him away for fear of falling. one of his hands came around your body, not quite touching in a way that would provide pressure, but dancing along your bare thigh enough to pull goosebumps from your skin.

“your little stunt has caused quite the rift amongst us.” he growled, low and rough as his eyes raked your upper body. the top of your shirt had slipped open enough now that you were sure he had the perfect line of view of your chest. “i think you owe me an apology. what do you say?”

his free hand, the one that wasn’t teasing your thigh, journeyed back up your body, coming around rest on the back of your waist. you couldn’t help but arch on instinct, head lifted enough that the space between your faces was almost minimal. he leant forward, breath ghosting over your lips as you mustered as much power as possible to whisper a half hearted “fuck you.”

edge chuckled again in response, hand on your waist giving a firm squeeze before his lips were on your neck. your brain was screaming to move away, but the pleasant sensation that rushed through your body told you otherwise. “you’d like that wouldn’t you.” he mumbled against your skin, trailing a line of kisses down the side of your neck and across your clavicle. you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out as he attached his lips to the bottom of your throat, nipping at the skin there “tell me to stop, babygirl, and i will.”

there was your out, all you needed was to say the word and, despite his harsh acting exterior, the gentleman inside would stop. but you both knew you couldn’t, not with how his hand massaged at your waist, and his lips sucked what would surely be a bruise come the morning into your sensitive neck.

“edge,” you whispered out, hands coming around his neck to tug him closer. he obliged, hand around your waist pulling you up and flush against his body. the movement caused just enough pressure of his knee against your crotch, and the involuntary groan that left your mouth was welcomed by him smashing his lips against yours.

he kissed you ferociously, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into the mix. then, your feet were off the floor and legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he pushed your back against the locker spaces once more, his waist pressed firmly against yours so that you could feel just how affected he was. you were sure you weren’t much better, feeling the way your body reacted on instinct to the man’s touch.

he supported you enough with his thigh to release one hand from under you to practically undo the two buttons holding your shirt together with an expert flick. the air conditioning hit your body once more, and for someone who wrestled in underwear, you had never felt more exposed than now.

“still not joining.” you mustered up enough courage to whisper the rejection again, gasping loudly when edge used your distraction to cleverly unhook your bra. it didn’t slip off due to the issue of your shirt still being over your arms, but he seemed pleased with himself as he kissed down your chest.

the hand that had worked the magic on your top trailer down your centre, teasing finger pressing until he reached the hem of your underwear. he attached his lips momentarily to your left breast, before his hand found its goal and he cupped your heat through your underwear, a snarky “even now?” breathed into your skin.

you couldn’t help the moan that tore out of you once again as edge slipped your underwear to one side, but this time all that followed was a chuckle of your own as you used your hands to direct his head upwards. just before you collided your lips together once more, you punctuated your laugh with a sly “actually, you’re very convincing.”

[cottondo]

ROCK ME • ADAM X READER

[ Adam x fem!reader ] • HAZBIN HOTEL

—1. | lowlife

If there was one thing Adam prided himself on, it was making a grand entrance- - aside from just about everything else.

So of course, when it came time to show up and reveal himself to the girl, he made sure his appearance was a fuckin' show.

Materializing himself onto Earth, the exorcist waited until night, when she would be alone in her home.

Being here actually brought back some pretty uncomfortable memories that he'd rather ignore.

The way the grass in the suburban area was disgustingly green; shady trees that looked horrifyingly similar to the ones that started all of his bullshit to begin with.

That stupid smell of flowers and pollen lingering in the night air—

Adam shuddered, a look disgust crossing his masked face with a scowl. Fuck those thoughts- he was here on business. They don't matter.

Then, with a dramatic flutter of wings, he perched himself on her windowsill like some sort of badass.

Peering into the window, mentally he was hoping this was the right house. I mean, it had to be, right? It wasn't like he was familiar with the area or residency. He was just going off of a shitty picture the other angels had given him with some poor directions.

 

Looking inside, he saw a pink hue lingering over the room, LED lights blaring from around the ceiling in an alluring sort of way. String lights hung, and other sorts of decor linger around. It looked cozy, girly and everything he was basically dreading.

He groaned, tilting his head back and dragging a hand over his mask with annoyance. Did he really have to be here? What the hell.

Then, his eyes land on the girl. She sat on her bed, sipping on a can. A light illuminating her features on her bed— she was focused on a laptop screen or some shit.

A smirk crept up his face, mischievous thoughts entering his mind. With a raised hand, Adam knocked on the window, waiting to see how she'd react.

This was gonna be fucking good.

Tap tap tap.

Your fingers click rapidly against the keyboard keys of your laptop. A cold tropical flavored Truly can sits on the bedside table beside you, and you desperately reach over for it, keeping your eyes down on the laptop screen in front of you.

Your sweet boss asked nicely if you wouldn't mind taking another look over the online orders that came through for the boutique. (Yeah, you're a baddie bitch workin' for a hot boutique shop.)

You were basically the editor and.. let's just say, assistant for her. She was great to work for- nothing wrong with the job. Actually, you like of liked it a lot— It was just a ton of work.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could've sworn you saw movement from the window. Must've been a bird or something, prolly. You shrug it off, and shake your head.

Your eyes gaze down to the can in your hand, and narrow them. What's the percentage of alcohol in these things, again? How many in are you— three?

Maybe a little tipsy?

You set it down after another sip, and continue to type away at the laptop. Your legs were crisscrossed on the bed, eyes strained and dry as you desperately tried to finish the work you'd been given. Honestly, you were over this shit.

Tap. Knock. Knock.

What the... hell?

You furrow your brows as the sound of a knock lingered from your window.

You were on the second story. Who the fuck was knocking on your window?

With caution, your figure trails over the edge of the bed, peering outside with a scrunched face.

It wasn't long before you were met with two big golden eyes and a wide smile. The window opens, and in pops a head. "Hey there, babe!"

"Holy shit—!" You scramble backwards, jerking away from the window in a startle.

Nearly knocking over your laptop, and falling off the bed, you blink in a daze up at the face in front of you.

"Woah, no need to get all freaked out. Chill your jets." He says, leaning on the windowsill into his arms, a large smirk plastered thinly on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" You call up to him, furrowing your brows with confusion.

It wasn't too often an Angel popped their way into your home anymore- but this one was different. He didn't look like an Angel at all, actually, minus the wings.

- - And honestly, you were sick and tired of these little shits making their way into your house.

"I'm Adam, The original dick, and I'm here to like, totally guide you to righteousness." He waves a hand off at you. The cocky smile on his face still held its place.

Your eyes narrow, and quickly, you sit up on your bed, recovering yourself from the little jump you had. There's a small bit of embarrassment lingering on your frame but you don't think he cared much to notice.

With a soft groan, you roll your eyes at him. "Another angel? Great."

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers to catch your gaze again, a frown creasing his appearance. "Didn't you hear me? I'm the first man. Like, to ever walk the earth. Show a little fuckin' respect."

Now, that was different. You haven't heard that one before.

"Like, as in, 'Adam and Eve', Adam?" You question, a brow raising.

There's a noticeable grimace of disgust on his face at the name you mention, and you mentally note that.

"Eugh— yeah. But without the Eve part. It's just me, Kay?" He gives you a dull look of the eyes, to which you question visibly. "Anyways— I'm your guardian Angel now!"

"You?" You scoff.

Adam watched as you gained your confidence back, a small smirk now playing on his lips.

He shrugged, the wings on his back moving slightly as he shifted into a more casual position on the windowsill. "I'm here to keep an eye on you, sweetheart," he replied simply, his voice nonchalant.

"An 'eye' on me?" Your voice raised with confusion and defiance as you tilt your head at him.

This has happened to you before, but it was months back, and with a totally different type of Angel. One that was easily frustrated and manipulate.

What did this one want with you?

You sigh out heavily, and turn your attention away from the angel, looking back to the laptop screen. "I told your little friends before that I don't need your help. I'm perfectly capable of being on my own."

That statement sounded true being snapped out, but deep down you knew how much heaviness it held inside your chest.

Adam tilted his head in response, his smirk faltering at your stubborn defiance.

"Yeah, I heard all about that. You like your space, you can handle yourself..." he said in a bit of a mocking tone, catching a sharp look from you in return, "But unfortunately for you, they sent me this time. So deal with it."

"Awesome." You threw your hands up in the air dramatically before letting them fall back down to your sides. Adam still sat in the window, and it was making you uncomfortable.

"Well, 'Adam'," Your voice sneers his name in an equally mocking tone, and this time his attention was caught, "I was in the middle of some work assignments, and I'd really like to get back to doing that." You roll your eyes, sitting back on the cozy bed with a huff. "So if you don't mind getting the hell outta my window, that'd be great."

"Oh." He says, raising a brow casually. Adam lifts his head from his folded arms on the windowsill, and looks you over. "You're expecting me to just fly the fuck away and leave? Mmmmh, no. Sorry sweetie, but that's not gonna happen."

Irritation choked you, and you groan. Pulling the laptop to your lap, you lean your back against the pillows behind you and decide to just ignore him instead.

"Fine. Don't worry, I'll make you wanna leave soon enough." Your tone turns to a mumble as you keep your eyes strained to the screen. "The last guardian couldn't handle me." Your lips curl to a knowingly sassy smirk at your gesture.

"Oh, believe me, I've dealt with plenty of feisty bitches in my time," Adam retorted, his tone still cocky. "You're not gonna scare me off that easily."

He was . . still here, arguing with you.

Maybe he really would be different than the others. Someone that won't just leave after getting sick of your bullshit.

You just tuck a lock of hair away from your vision, and chuckle slightly to hide your hidden thoughts. Grabbing your drink again, you take a sip. "Whatever."

As you set it back down, you could feel the silent stare of Adam at your side in the window. As desperate as you tried, you couldn't ignore it. He radiated a special kind of feeling that you found to be extremely annoying.

His head sunk back into his crossed arms, a brow raised. "So what's got you all in a tizzy?" He breaks the silence, lifting a hand slightly for gesture at your scene.

"Huh?" You flinch out of focus, brows furrowed slightly. "What d'you mean,"

Adam's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes flickering over your form. He rolled his eyes at your question, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"I mean, what is it that's got you so goddamn uptight? Working on some big project that's got you all stressed out?"

His lip curled slightly in a smirk as he continued to study you, his expression cocky, yet intrigued. "Or is it just me that you can't stand?"

It was your turn to raise a brow, almost amused with his behavior and word choices.

Weren't angels supposed to be primp and proper? Because Adam certainly wasn't. Not in the slightest. You almost smiled at that.

"Well you definitely made the top three on my list," you side eye him for a second, catching his now narrowed gaze. "But I'm trying to go over some orders and edit up my boss' website. I've been running behind a bit because of, .. things." You avert his gaze again, thinking of what stopped your work to begin with. And it wasn't Adam.

"So I'm stretching it out in all one night." You shrug off the guilt creeping inside, typing another couple things down in your laptops notes.

"An editor? So you're basically the grammar police?" He questions, an unamused look on his face now.

You let out a sigh at his words, and grab for your drink again. Sipping it, and turning the laptop screen towards him at the window where he was still perching outside of, you lean back slightly. 

"No, idiot. It's more than just that. I'm an editor for my boss' blog. She's a small business owner, and I handle all of her issues on the website. And, sometimes I work in store, too."

Adam leans forward in the window, squinting his face with a grimace at the preppy website. Clearly not his style.

In a dry voice, Adam replies, "Right, sounds super thrilling." He leans back.

You scoff lightly and turn the laptop back to face yourself, clearly over him and his sarcasm.

What did he know?

With a second glance, your eyes trail him over once, eyeing the fact that he still wasn't even in your bedroom. He was just.. chillin' outside of the window. At least there was some sort of boundary respect. Or maybe he was just oddly comfortable there.

"Aren't you a little.. unfit, to be hanging out the window like that for so long?" You raised a brow, mocking Adam.

Clearly he took offense to that, furrowing his brows with a sense of annoyance. "I'm an Angel. I don't tire out like you do." He shrugs, trying to brush off the comment.

"Besides, I've been perched on worse, for longer." Adam shrugs it off casually with a wave of his hand.

You snort, looking him over. "So you're like a bird?"

You were damned if you were going to let this dude last more than twenty four hours. You're more than certain to drive him crazy before being 'helped' by his guidance.

The walls you held up were thick, and you've told yourself time and time again to not let them crumble after the last time.

You can't let people get close anymore- why should you when all it ends with, is heartbreak?

Adam bristled slightly at your comparison. Oooh, you got him now.

"No, I'm nothing like a bird. I'm a fucking Angel." He stressed, his wings spreading slightly and gleaming in the dim light as a gesture. "We're a hell of a lot cooler than some fuckin feathered nuisance."

You shrug with an eye roll. "Sure look like a feathered nuisance to me." Your words sink into him with another blow to his demanding ego. If you weren't so focused on your laptop again, you'd smirk at it.

"Whatever." He grumbled.

After a moment of him sighing dramatically, finding this entire process to be a degrading, boring experience, he groans and lifts himself into the window again.

"You just gonna sit there and ignore me all night?" He raised a brow, catching your shrug at his words.

"That's the plan." You mumble with a sneering look on your features.

"You know, you're kinda stubborn." Anything but gracefully, Adam pulls himself through the windowsill— just barely fitting through it.

Your eyes turn their attention onto him, and for a second, you lean back, watching him struggle. He was a hell of a lot bigger than what he was showing off in your window for the past twenty minutes.

As he managed his way through a moment of curses and groans, Adam stood to his feet at the end of your bed, and your gaze traveled up. You blink a few times in shock, and unintentionally you find yourself sinking into your pillows behind you.

He was huge.

Towering over you easily, in a robe that only exaggerated his figure, two large wings kept folded at his sides, and some sort of horned mask covering his head.

Fuck, this dude was actually sort of intimidating. He definitely caught your attention, and it was exactly what he was looking for, you think to yourself.

"Alright- let's get down to some fuckin' business." He smirks, rounding the bed to stand at the edge of where you lay in a slight surprise.

"I'm stuck here whether you like it or not- and my boss is gonna kick my ass if I try and get my way out of it again. So you're gonna listen up, and listen good, girlie." He hunched over the bed, pushing the laptop to the side, earning your full undivided attention.

There's a feeling stirring inside your chest of uncertainty as your 'deer-in-headlights' gaze is focused up on him.

"My rules are simple. Don't piss me off, listen without talking back, and just be as least annoying as possible, and we can get through this a lot fucking faster."

Adam leans back, giving you some space to ease the anxiety flooding into your chest.

Who the hell did he think he was talking to like that? You? Oh man, this was gonna hurt his pride, but you weren't one to follow rules exactly well.

"I'm gonna make your life a living nightmare, dude." You roll your eyes at him. It took a bit of mindfulness to ease the anxiety from your heart, but you managed to keep it well hidden.

"You don't wanna be here. Trust me. I'm not really one of those girls who just.. complies." You say, earning a falter in his face. His eyes narrow slightly at that, and two arms cross over his chest.

"Well you better fucking learn how to, because just to ease your mind— I'm gonna be staying here for a bit." He says casually, making a crooked frown at your reaction.

He's staying? 

What the hell, no.

You scrunch your face up at him in question, "You're staying here all night?"

He scoffs, a smile of disbelief crossing his features. "Yeah. What'd you think I was gonna do? Just pop in for an evening chat? The fuck does this look like,"  

Your eyes dull with irritation. Fine, he had a point, but you still hated it.

Where the hell did he plan on sleeping?

"I'm your guardian Angel, remember? I'm supposed to stay with you at all times or whatever. I'm not leavin' anytime soon." He looked just as annoyed as you did about it, actually.

Well good. Then maybe you'd be able to knock him off his high horse sooner than you thought.

"Okay, damn." You shake your head, a mild annoyance reaching your tone. "There's a couch in the living room."

Adam flinched, brows furrowing with disgust at your suggestion. "I'm not sleeping on a couch."

You narrow your eyes. Where the hell else did he expect to sleep? It's not like you had any spare rooms in your condo. It was a one bedroom.

You frown a bit with confusion, as most angels you'd had accepted anything with a smile and grace. Adam was not like other angels.

"What the hell— okay, well then it's the floor then. Because I dunno what else to offer," you mumble with a shrug, giving him the option between two shitty surfaces.

Adam looked clearly offended by this point. He stepped closer with a glare. "The fucking floor? I'm not a dog." He shook his head, scoffing.

You weren't so sure you agreed with him on that one. But if he insisted.

"I'm not taking the floor or the couch, when there's a perfectly good bed right here." He gestured to your large bed, pillows and throw blankets scattered all over it in attempt to be cozier.

Your eyes stare up at him, taking in his casual tone, as if it wasn't a big deal. To him maybe it wasn't, but to you it was. You're not sleeping next to an Angel.

"What? No!" There's a burning feeling filtering into your face, and you quickly shut down that suggestion with a protest.

Adam rolls his eyes once again at your reaction, and groans out with annoyance. "Why not? It's not like I'm asking you to share a fuckin twin bed. It's a full size," He pointed out casually, his arms still crossed over his chest.

"The bed is big enough for both of us. I'll keep to my side, you keep to your side. Simple as that."

Man, he was persistent.

You shrugged away, confining in yourself with crossed arms tightly wrapped around your frame, awkwardly.

"Yeah, right." You mumble, frowning with discomfort. "What if you come on my side in the middle of the night and crush me," your tone is half serious, half sneering.

He huffs, "Oh come on, you think I'm gonna cuddle up next to you in the middle of the night?" He teased, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

"I think I can control myself enough to stay on my side of the bed. And besides, I'm not that big."

With an awkward pause, you take a moment to think it over.

You didn't want to say yes. You had every right to say no, and tell him to F off. But, you didn't. You just sized him up for a split second before reluctantly agreeing. You've been in bed with worse, unfortunately.

"Fine." The sound of your voice is gritting behind clenched teeth. "But I swear to god, if I feel you ANYWHERE near me, I'll shove your ass off that bed with no hesitation." You warn him, a serious tone taking over.

Adam's face showed a brief look of relief at getting out of the couch sentence. He raised two hands up in a mock defense. "Relax. I'm not gonna touch you. I'll stick to the edge, no touchy-feely business, or midnight cuddles. I promise."

You eye him once more before giving in to his statement. With a hint of regret, you scoff, shaking your head at the thoughts inside your mind swirling. You walk out of the bedroom to hide yourself away in the bathroom, shutting the door harshly behind you.

Are you really going through with this? Allowing an Angel in your home?

How bad are the thoughts going to get again when he tries to pry you open and make you spill out your traumas? Will he even do that?

You sigh heavily, sitting on the edge of the shower tub. You'll just have to push him out. It's the only way. 

There's no way you're going through this again.

[hipstersoulgushers]

Fic: Call Me Something Else Rating: Mature (to be safe) Characters: Agent One, Phase Words:761 Summary: Phase is watching One lift heavy objects and wants to talk about it. They also regret using their given name to start this friendship because it's not nearly as attractive to hear. Notes: I don't know how many other fics I'm going to make but this one is for the ao3 statistics and also the rvb0 community.

One was beautiful, she was hot. Her hair was shaved to a thin fuzz that she dyed bright yellow. It was gaudy, it was sexy. She was only partially armored and lifting boxes to help her father set up the training room. The sweat building up on her face and dripping off her pouted lips had Phase staring holes into her.

East's girlish crush on One had crept into Phase's view of her. They didn't mind it though... One wasn't a bad choice, it was just embarrassing to admit it. They were a knife-wielding-badass and this goody two shoes with gorgeous muscles and beautiful bright brown eyes was NOT going to get the best of them.

"Hey Danielle, can you stop staring and help us get this one up there?"

One called them by their given name, looking back at them with a tired lopsided smile. Warm and inviting to soothe their reservations.

Phase wished they hadn't said that was their name, it just made their stomach knot when she said it. They didn't want to think of her moaning "Danielle" when they–

"Yeah? You sure?" Phase made themselves get up off the bench and over to help, “I might drop it on you and crush you flat.”

"F'course." She rolled her eyes while trying to keep the particularly unwieldy box balanced in her arms, "I trust you about as much as I did before so- heh- not a big deal."

Was she nervous?

Phase phase-skipped on top of the box pile and grabbed a hold of the new box's edge.

Axel called for a 1..2… 3! and they had lifted and pushed the container into its precarious spot.

One had groaned. This wasn't that difficult for her but it still came out. Phase wished they could hide, being closer did not help the feeling burning inside them.

They hopped down and came up to One.

"Hopefully that doesn't kill anybody."

One wiped her brow and leaned on the box pile before responding, "It's not going to do that."

"You’d look really stupid if it fell on you right now."

"Pft, don't try and psych me out."

She sighed and leaned her head on the side of it for a second. Maybe she really was winded. 

Phase stepped up a bit closer.

"No I mean it. You actually look stupid already."

"What's your deal today, Danielle?" she huffed.

"Are you mad?"

"Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

"Maybe..." They leaned on the pile of boxes too.

She squinted at them, trying to sort out their deal before letting herself get heated.

"What do you want?-"

"Maybe I think you'dlookbetterflatonthefloor." Phase cut in rapid and quietly, embarrassed but already locked in.

Axel quirked an eyebrow from across the room.

One was agape, blinking confused and almost laughing.

"--What? Huh? What'd you say?"

"Nothing! What? I didn't say anything."

"No, you said you- Is this a joke? Why are you messing with me." One had a scowl, getting bothered by Phase's behavior.

"I want t’you." Phase said with a crack in their voice, they cleared their throat then restated, 

"I want to talk to you. Somewhere." 

One blushed, still not sure what was happening but was starting to pick up on it. She looked at the training room doors then back at Phase.

"Like right now???" She questioned.

Phase blushed just as hard, knowing how stupid this was. 

"Not like that just--" They walked away towards the exit, "If you'd be interested..."

One paused, seeing Phase act even slightly vulnerable caught her off guard. 

She glanced back at Axel who was pretending not to be there, “I uh, have to go. I'll be back in a bit!”

–

Phase pulled her into a corner closet, One pressed her lips in, phase heatedly reciprocated.

It was a deep kiss, they kissed her hard, slipping in tongue with a juvenile excitement.

"Danielle..." One gasped when they're lips parted

"Call me Phase." they kissed her again.

Her brows knotted with confusion at the request but they were already back at it. Phase's necking getting her hot and bothered.

"Phase~" she whined as Phase's lips wandered down to her neck. Their name being said made them press in closer, titillated.

"God, I’d do anything to go down on you" They breathed out while pressing their body against her.

“You are doing enough for that already, I think.” One admitted, clumsy but interested.

Phase got a mischievous turn in her smile and started pulling armor and suits off.

~I’m not writing that today~

– the end –

[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter eight

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The house was eerily quiet as El used her mind to unlock and open the door. 

Carefully, you crept inside, halting at the sight of the group, all frozen at the sight of the girl next to you.

Loudly, you wiped your boots on the worn-looking welcome mat that lay just beyond the front door, breaking the silence. With a nonchalant wave towards your bloody shoes, you looked around tiredly, unable to continue watching the tension-filled gaze the Mike and El were sharing. “Should I take these off or…?”

A choked sound came from Mike, who stepped forward in shock, squinting at her like he couldn’t believe she was really there. “El?”

That’s all it took for the girl to launch herself into his arms, mumbling quietly in such an intimate way that made you look away.  

All at once the other kids fluttered around the pair excitedly, saying how cool her new look was and how badass her fighting had been. 

“It’s not like I killed most of them or anything,” you muttered playfully, smiling when El stuck her tongue out at you. 

“Wait,” Mike pulled away from the girl, sharply looking at you. “You know her?”

You scowled back.

“She has to,” Dustin insisted, gesturing towards the front lawn. “They hugged!” 

“I knew it!” Nancy cried, flushing when you simply raised your eyebrow in return. 

“Gold stars for all of you,” you rolled your eyes, too exhausted to say anything snarkier. You jerked in surprise as Hopper strided over to you, inspecting you at arm's length.

“Never do that again,” he mumbled, pulling your shocked form into a hug. He leaned back, unaware of your frozen state, and turned to El, gesturing at her new appearance. “The hell is all this? Where have you been?” he asked with a weary look your way that promised a long talk later, grabbing the girl for a hug as well.

“She went on a… field trip?” you offered. 

She nodded from his arms. “To Chicago.”

Hopper’s eyes bulged. 

“It was windy,” El supplied unhelpfully. 

“What the hell?” Mike yelled at Hopper before the older man had a chance to react properly. “You’ve been hiding her, all this time?” His face turned bright red, tears of joy quickly warped to anger. 

“Hey!” Hopper tried responding to no avail, for the boy had begun hitting him. Letting go of El, he grabbed Mike’s arm. “C’mon, let’s talk. Alone,” Hopper growled, yanking him into Joyce’s empty bedroom.

The tension quickly dissolved as El went to the other kids, pointedly ignoring Max’s introduction to hug Dustin and Lucas. 

You frowned, remembering the fit of jealousy you had witnessed before at the school. You were making a mental note to chastise her privately later when a hand touched your elbow. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Steve looked down at you with concern after you jolted uneasily at the touch, gesturing to your leg that the dog had clawed. “Do you need help cleaning that? Not to brag, but I’m kind of a pro at treating monster injuries now,” he joked.

You blinked owlishly at him, unable to keep the confusion off of your face. “What?” you finally asked, unsure of the boy’s reason for wanting to help you. Earlier in the car, Hopper had instructed him to help, but now? He had no reason to. 

His smile wavered as you stood, staring at him like a sleep-deprived, emotionally-stunted idiot. Which, to be fair, you were.

No one is kind to you for free, your mother taunted you from decades in the future. These people don’t know you, she would say.They don’t know what you’ve done. 

With a quick glance towards Nancy, who stood whispering with Jonathan, you looked back at Steve with a fresh pair of eyes, concluding he was probably just doing it to get back at his ex. 

Which meant you missed the panicked look that graced his face when you failed to respond.

“Sorry,” he paused. “You can probably handle it, right? I mean, of course you can,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You just annihilated those things back there. I don’t really know too much about first aid aside from what they teach you in lifeguarding,” he continued, unaware of the (completely unwanted) image of a shirtless Steve that involuntarily popped into your brain. “But I just thought you could use some help…”

You swallowed hard, willing the vicious thoughts in your mind away. "Um, yeah." After you cleared your throat, you waved towards the bathroom in what you hoped looked indifferent. “Lead the way, Nurse.”

A soft shuffling echoed behind you, and a slight look over your shoulder made you aware that Max had joined your journey to the bathroom as well. You said nothing, scooting onto the bathroom counter and leaning against the mirror as she perched on the edge of the tub, watching the boy dig through Joyce’s haphazardly stocked first aid kit. 

Your eyes fluttered closed before opening slightly. What I wouldn’t give for a nap.

“Any more injuries and you’ll have to start billing us,” Steve joked, pulling out the necessary cleaning supplies and kneeling down to take a closer look at the leg where the demodog had dug its claws into. “Can’t have you maiming yourself to save us all the time,” he glanced up at your relaxed form with a teasing grin. “Even though you look like you’re having the time of your life when you’re fighting something.” 

“What can I say? I love the thrill,” you smiled. “Keep patching me up and you’ll have to bill me.”

Max rolled her eyes. 

His smile dropped at the injury, and he let out a low whistle. “Damn that cut is deep. How does it feel?”

“Will it be infected?” Max leaned in close to see too, her nose wrinkling. “It looks like it might get infected.”

“It’ll be fine,” you huffed. “Barely stings.”

That was a lie, of course. But you’d had worse. 

Steve and Max shared a look. 

“So,” the girl hummed. “You knew Eleven already.”

“El,” you corrected her and shrugged. “Only for a while. I’m no snitch, especially when the government is involved.”

“Glad she had someone to keep her company then,” Steve mused, looking up from his spot on the ground. He carefully cleaned the jagged cut, taking note of the way your jaw slightly clenched. “It must have been lonely for her, living with just Hopper for so long.”

“Joyce came around sometimes,” you sighed. “Talked about the kids a lot. Told me all about the monster from last year too.”

Max scoffed. “One monster is enough for me,” she said, watching Steve place a large Snoopy bandage on your leg. “So that’s how you know everyone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed of their own accord, unable to remain expressionless when you looked down at where Steve’s hands were still hovering near your leg, frozen as his breath just slightly hit your calf. 

Suddenly, you felt wide awake. 

You tried your best not to choke on your spit and looked down at her, hoping your cheeks weren’t noticeably burning. Your brain was a little fuzzy. A cute boy breathes on my leg and I turn to jello, you thought irritatedly. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you recognized them at the junkyard,” Max explained, sharp eyes on your face. “After they said their names.”

Clever girl. Nodding innocuously, you played along, telling them how Joyce had mentioned bits and pieces of everyone to you in your time spent at the cabin. 

She hummed at the stories, deciding to let it go. “So how are you going to kill the rest of the dogs?” 

“No clue,” you yawned, carefully hopping off the counter as Steve closed the first aid kit. “Think I came too late in the game to make any crucial planning decisions for this party, that’s all Hopper and Joyce. I’m just the muscle,” you winked, smiling when she snorted. “Let’s go find out.”

The three of you padded back into the living room, joining the rest of the group. Dustin and Lucas waggled their eyebrows towards you and Steve before quickly lowering their gaze as Max walked over to them. 

“The place is crawling with those dogs now,” you heard Hopper telling El, hands on his hips. “It’s way more dangerous than last time. She took out a lot, but there’ll be more crawling up from that shithole.”

“I know,” El clenched her fists, nodding determinedly. “I can do it.” 

“Wait,” you looked quickly between the two. “We’re going back?”

She nodded. “The gate has to be closed.” A shudder ran through you at the thought of her going there, seeing all of the carnage you and the dogs had left in those halls. 

“You're not hearing me,” Hopper said. 

“I'm hearing you,” El insisted. “I can do it.”

“Even if you can,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “There’s still another problem.”

Lucas and Mike looked at each other, the latter sighing in frustration. “If the brain dies…” 

“...the body dies,” Lucas finished and nervously glanced at everyone.

The boys are all so in tune with one another, you mused. 

“I thought that was the whole point,” Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do we not want it to die?”

“We do,” Mike replied. “But if we’re really right about this. I mean,” he paused, looking at his friend (girlfriend? You’d have to ask El later if you didn’t die) worriedly. “If she closes the gate and kills his army then Will…” he trailed off. 

“Will’s a part of that army,” you realized, looking at Joyce. “It might kill him too.”

The silence was tense for a few minutes, until the woman suddenly snapped her fingers. “He likes it cold!” 

She blinked at the various expressions of confusion before explaining. “It's what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” Joyce ran a hand through her hair, almost frantically. “We keep… giving it what it wants. If this is a virus, and Will's the host, then we need to make the host uninhabitable.”

“If he likes it cold,” Nancy began, crossing her arms and glancing at Jonathan worriedly. “Then…”

The older boy let out a shuddered breath, looking at the wall that he knew his brother lay on the other side of. “Then we need to burn it out of him.”

“It has to be somewhere Will doesn’t know,” you mused, sweeping your gaze across the room. “The Mind Flayer… it’ll fight back and show no mercy, especially if you’re kicking it out of its host.” You made eye contact with Hopper knowingly. And if it’s Henry, who knows what he’ll do.

….............

“You’ll go down Mason Avenue,” Hopper told Jonathan hurriedly, instructing him on how to drive to the cabin. Joyce stood anxiously nearby. “Your mom has been there before so she can get you through all the traps.”

“Traps?” you heard Nancy whisper incredulously to the older Byers boy.

“El,” you pulled her aside while Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce carried Will out to their car, leaving to put their part of the plan in motion. “The lab,” you said. “Are you sure you can do this? It’s not that I don’t believe in you,” you explained with a slight grin when she opened her mouth, no doubt ready to argue. “But I was there earlier and it’s… not pretty. It might be too much for you.”

“I saw my sister in Chicago,” she said, much to your surprise. “She taught me how to… confront my pain, to use it,” she closed her eyes. “I will be okay.” 

“Well I’ll be there to help,” you smiled reassuringly at her, faltering when she shook her head. 

“No, you’re not coming with us."

You scoffed in disbelief. “As fucking if!” 

She said your name impatiently, willing you to listen. “With me closing the gate, and the Mind Flayer getting burned out of Will, what if more dogs get sent to go after everyone else?” 

“I’m sorry,” you laughed without humor. “But what the fuck?” you turned angrily towards Hopper. “It’s bad enough she’s going at all, but you expect me to just stay here?”

“Geez, tell us how you really feel,” Dustin muttered.

The glare you shot him made him squeak. 

“I’m the strongest one here,” you said matter-of-factly, turning back to the two. “And I should be the only one going. Both of you should stay here!”

“Yes!” Mike nodded. “Let her go instead.” He shrank back at the look of betrayal on El’s face. “El, I can’t lose you again!”

Hopper rubbed his hand down his face. “Would it help if I said I want neither of you to go?”

You scoffed once more for good measure. Furiously, you ground your teeth together, fighting the urge to ignore them and just teleport to the lab on your own. You never teleported that far before, but you’d been successful with it all day. “You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m just staying here!”

El tugged at your arm, her eyes shining with emotion as she whispered your name again, ignoring the man completely. “I can do this. I know I can. I wasn’t here earlier and you…” she paused, looking down. “You’re the one who saved them before. I saw everything in the void. It was a long bus ride!” She blushed at your raised eyebrow. “It’s just,” El hesitated, looking at the remainder of the group. “They can’t fight those dogs without you, all they have is… that.” She wrinkled her nose at Steve, who cradled his nail-covered weapon protectively like she’d just insulted his child.  

“So you stay here then,” you argued loudly, gripping her shoulders. “El, it doesn’t matter that you weren’t here before—”

“—it matters to me!”

“What matters is that you’re all safe.” She looked like she was about to cry, and you couldn’t help but soften your tone. “You don’t make decisions like this just because you want to prove yourself. And you,” you looked pointedly with irritation at Hopper. “Don’t encourage her to. I’m the outsider the one who doesn't belong here,” you stood up straight. “I’m the one who goes.”

“I don’t need to prove myself,” the girl hissed back. “And you’re not an outsider, idiot.”

You almost wanted to laugh, she’d never called you that before. Is this what having a little sister is like?

She lifted her chin. “I’m different now, stronger now thanks to you. I can do this. And I know you could too,” she added. “But you've been fighting all day with basically no help.” You both rolled your eyes at the nonsensical retorts of Steve and the other two boys.

“You do look like shit,” Hopper inserted unhelpfully.

You all but growled at the man. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Let the short stack take this one,” your head whipped over to the soft voice of the other older kid in the room. Steve said your name with a hint of worry, flinching a little at the look of rage you gave him. “She's still full of energy. You’re exhausted.”

“You nearly fell asleep in the bathroom,” Max agreed. 

“Then I’ll drink a Red Bull!” you snapped at them, taking notice of the baffled looks on the faces around you. Maybe Red Bull hasn't been invented yet. 

“She’ll have me, kid.” Hopper decidedly ignored your slip up. “I’ll fight off the dogs, do most of the heavy lifting,” he said. “You stay here, rest for a bit, and make sure they don’t do anything stupid. Because knowing them,” he grumbled. “They probably will.”

Every ounce of your body resisted letting her go at all, let alone without you there. 

You relented after a silent staredown with El, finally pulling her into a tight hug even though all of your internal warning bells were going off. “Please stay safe.” 

 “You too,” she looked at you earnestly and walked over to Mike. 

Hopper grabbed his gun, clapped you on the shoulder, and nodded at Steve. “You’re in charge,” he told the two of you. “Time to go.” 

And they trudged around the slain bodies of the dogs, into Hopper’s truck, and out the driveway.

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[hooked-on-elvis]

So this is the Playboy interview Lisa had in the early 2000s. As for Priscilla's "rebuttal" I don't know if there ever was one. Lisa's interview here had different details and of course given the nature of this story read at your own risk (this is also including your followers since it can be pretty rough).

https://www.elvis.com.au/presley/lisa-marie-playboy-interview.shtml

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. SENSITIVE CONTENT.

How those kind of things were kinda forgotten? I mean I never heard this story before, honestly. It's weird how it wasn't more publicized... I guess it's because of the way - I think - Lisa didn't told her mom knew about it. Also, in the book it's more detailed and you can picture the thing happening - I cried over that. It gives (all of us, I'm sure) chills. It's really just horrendous. I will never get over Lisa saying her mom made Edwards apologize. Like, what?... As if he had just stepped on her foot or something?

I took the liberty of taking excerpts from that awesome interview with Lisa just to point somethings out (other than just the abuse itself). But I recommend you all, friends, to take your time reading the full interview. It's just awesome! Lisa was a badass, as for her mom...

MEMORIES BEING AROUND HER FATHER: PLAYBOY: You were five years old when your parents divorced. How did the divorce change your life? PRESLEY: When they divorced, I would go out on the road more and miss more school, which I liked. People say I didn't get to see him very much, but I was with him quite a bit. All of a sudden, a car would show up at school, and he was calling for me to go out on the road. PLAYBOY: What was it like, hanging out with him? PRESLEY: Nocturnal: Go to bed at four or five A.M. and get up at two or three the next afternoon. It was always a lot of fun. There is not one bad memory. There was always a lot of energy and life in the house. He was very mischievous.

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MEMORIES BEING AROUND HER MOTHER PLAYBOY: Your mother also wrote that because your father spoiled you so much, "Lisa had trouble learning what was right and wrong." PRESLEY: I don't feel like I was spoiled. Anything my father did for me or gave me was done out of love, and I took it as that. I'm sure I had moments when I was a snot. But my mom was there to smack me back to the other side. Whatever he did, she cleaned up. PLAYBOY: After you parents split, your mom had a boyfriend named Michael Edwards -- PRESLEY: Oh my god, can I use the bathroom before I talk about this sorry-ass @#%$? PLAYBOY: He confessed that while he was in a relationship with your mom, he had sexual feelings for about you. PRESLEY: He's a sick @#%$. I know he wrote a book and said he lusted after my developing body as I got out of a pool. [In his book, Priscilla, Elvis and Me, Edwards wrote, "I'd had to put and end to our swimming together after one disturbing afternoon in the pool. Lisa had innocently thrown her arms around me, and we were jumping up and down. I became aroused. A sick feeling crept slowly into the pit of my stomach. I was craving Lisa sexually."] He made his attempts at coming into my room and being inappropriate while drunk.

Thank you for sharing this interview with us, friend!

I feel so grateful at how Lisa was raw honest about her life, you know? She was consistent, that is something of people telling the truth, living their truth. I just love that woman for that. Elvis was pretty honest too with a lot of things (other than his love life and addiction), but he couldn't be so blunt as Lisa because he had things to lose. Anyway, I think he would feel proud of his baby girl and the woman she turned into. That's the important part in everything, I guess. That Lisa was a bold woman and inspired a lot of other girls, always will. I admire her courage, it also kinda makes me believe there's humanity in celebs, you know? Most of them look so fake, for a reason I guess, but they sound just too full of shit for me... Lisa didn't have to and didn't. Amazing girl!

As for the whole situation, it's good to know Lisa shared this with people long before but I wonder... This is serious. Too serious. Why didn't Lisa publicly accuse him - or her mom, like she was supposed to? (if she did and I don't know about, please correct me, please.)

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Crossfire

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (featuring platonic Steve)

Warnings: Language

Summary: You’re caught in the crossfire when Eddie is accused of murder.

Eddie’s whole life had gone to hell in a matter of hours. He was somewhat fortunate that this ragtag team found him to explain what was happening even if it wasn’t making a lot of sense. His mind wandered to the people in his life who were just as confused, his uncle, his friends, you.

“Shit.” Eddie sighed, his whole body sinking. “Is Y/n okay?”

Robin offered a kind smile despite their situation. “They’re fine. I spoke with them this morning and filled them in.”

Steve pushed himself off the pillar that he was leaning against and checked his watch.

“Actually, that was half an hour ago. They should have been here by now.” He noted curiously. Looking up, he noticed that the comment drew all eyes to him - particularly Eddie’s which were filled with a new kind of fear.

“You don’t think that this ‘Vecna’…?” The D&D player became more agitated as the thought of Y/n’s limbs being contorted took over his mind.

Steve’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No - I mean, I don’t think so. Besides imagine if he tried.” He mused which received audible backlash.

“Dude, not funny.”

“They’re out there.”

“Read the room.”

Steve raised his hands defensively and silenced the cabin. “Jesus! I was just saying that if Vecna came after Y/n, they’d probably knock his teeth out.”

Eddie lowered his snacks, highly unamused. “Really, Harrington? You think they can defeat something none of us can see?”

Steve, now feeling bad and slightly anxious on the matter, made a decision to ease everyone’s minds. “Look, I’ll drive into town and see where they are. They probably held up at a traffic light or something.”

Pushing himself off the pillar, Steve grabbed the keys from his pocket and carefully snuck out to his car.

Dustin crept over to the window to watch his friend leave. When the car engine started and then backed out of the driveway, he turned back around to Eddie.

“Don’t worry, Steve’ll find them.” He reassured.

Max leaned forward and sent the young man a smile. “He’s also right too. About Y/n, I mean. If anyone can stick it to Vecna, it’s them.”

Dustin nodded as a memory came to mind. “Remember that demigorgon two years ago? Most badass thing I’ve seen.”

After your call with Robin, she requested that you grab some of Eddie’s favourite candy bars from the video store before heading out to meet with them. It was an easy little ‘break in’ since Robin told you where to find the spare key and you left money on the register to compensate for the bars and bag of pretzels in your hand.

As you stepped out and began to lock up, there were a few shadows that appeared on the door pane. With a final click, you pocketed the key and turned to see Jason and his basketball group lingering at the front.

“Hey Y/n, funny seeing you here.” Jason said, casually peering around and into the shop.

You squinted at his behaviour. “It’s a weekend.”

Jason chuckled and nodded. “It is. Don’t you typically spend your weekends with that Freak Munson - sorry, I mean Eddie? Have you seen him around lately?”

“I haven’t actually.” You stepped to the left with the intention to walk around them, a hand grabbed your shoulder and drove enough force to push you backwards into the door.

“What the hell Jason?”

“Do you know that he was the last person with Chrissy last night?” He asked.

Of course you knew this. Eddie told you about why Chrissy reached out and how he wanted to help her. Then she was found dead in his trailer and all eyes went to him as a suspect. Robin reached out to explain Vecna’s involvement but it’s not like you could explain that.

“I saw him last night before heading home. That was the last time. I don’t spend every waking minute with him.” You pushed his hand away to move out of his trap when Jason pressed his free hand against your throat suddenly.

The basketball team took a step back, quite surprised with their leader.

“You know what I think? I think you and the Freak planned this like the twisted and sadistic psychopaths that you are.” Jason accused, pressing a bit harder. “Where is the freak?”

You clawed at his hands to shove him away but it was useless until a car pulled up. The door opened and someone stepped out. “What the hell is going on?” Steve questioned angrily.

Startled, the basketball team urged Jason to let go before they backed off and fled the scene.

Steve rushed over to you and placed a gentle hand over your shoulder.

“Hey. Shit - are you okay?” He asked, checking you over for injuries. “Are you hurt?”

You pulled your jacket to sit properly over your shoulder, pocketed the pretzels and shook your head starting towards his car. “I just want to get out of here.”

The ride back was quiet and you preferred it that way. Steve was kind enough not to press but he knew that Nancy could get you to open up if you were shaken. He’s known you to take on Upside Down monsters without fear but human monsters were a different breed.

Steve pulled up to the boathouse and switched off the ignition. You got out of the car and followed Steve through to the back door and entered the room. You saw the kids, Nancy and Robin and you flashed a small smile. Turning around, you saw a glimpse of Eddie just before he dove into your arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank god you’re okay.” He mumbled against your skin. Feeling nothing but relief to see him again, you stayed silent and just hugged him back, ignoring the audience.

Nancy leaned over to Steve as he stood beside her and Robin before she spoke softly. “Was it Vecna?”

Steve exhaled and shook his head, glancing over at you. “Jason Carver, actually. Managed to get to them before he and his basketball chums began lynching.”

Eddie overheard the conversation and noticed some bruises peeking through from beneath your shirt. But before he could question it, you had stepped back and then turned to the group.

“So where are we at with Vecna?” You asked.

“He’s still in the Upside Down. So once we have a way through…” Max began.

“You can kick his ass!” Dustin interjected with a clap. “Boom! Vecna’s toast and we clear Eddie.”

You nodded. “And until then should I lay low here?”

Steve shook his head, crossing his arms. “That’s not a good idea. If you stay here, they’ll think you’re in league with Eddie and it’ll make things a lot worse. It might be best to…”

“Say we broke up.” Eddie finished.

You frowned and whipped around. “What?”

Eddie’s eyes were sad and desperate. He didn’t know what else to do. “Y/n, Jason got to you. If you keep defending me, you might get hurt or worse and I can’t.”

Scoffing, you pulled the packet of pretzels from your pocket and threw it at him. “I’m not telling people we broke up. It’s dumb and I-”

“And you could never pull it off.” Robin agreed and noticed that everyone was staring at her. Realising that she spoke out loud, Robin smiled and shrugged. “I mean, we’ve all seen it right. One mention of Eddie and it’s like he’s just phantom kissed Y/n.”

Steve rolled his eyes at how this conversation was unfolding and shook his head.

“No one’s breaking up with anyone. We just avoid Jason for now. Stick to the story that you haven’t seen Eddie since the game and take it from there.” He instructed.

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[steponmeinejghafa]

First Bench Pt. 3

Summary: You and Zoya meet for tutoring, and another teacher throws you both together again.

First Part

Second Part

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Six p.m. You dreaded the hour as it crept closer. Naturally not wanting Zoya to one-up you, you had arrived ten minutes early. The only table which wasn’t occupied was in a dusty corner at the back of the library, and you’d taken out your heavily annotated textbook to read before she arrived.

Someone whacked you on the back of your head, and you instantly snapped back to elbow them in the ribs.

“Ow!” Zoya exclaimed with a scowl as she sat beside you. “You’re a little savage, aren’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, “Never do that again or I’ll personally make sure you can never walk again, Nazyalensky,”

“Whatever, Brekker,” she scoffed. “So, we’ll be covering math today thanks to your abysmal performance in the last few tests,”

“Don’t have to rub it in,” you grumbled.

She raised a brow and said cockily, “What, that I’m smarter than you?”

You clenched your fist underneath the table. She was getting on your nerves now.

“Did you come here to tutor me or to gloat?” You snarled, a frown scrunching your brows together.

You were adorable when you got riled up…

Zoya laughed cockily and shook her head, opening out her equally heavily annotated math book.

“Alright, Brekker, let me dumb it down for you…”

—Time Skip—

Kaz wasn’t getting any better, and the doctor was talking about another week of bed rest, since the fever your brother had gotten had made his leg worse.

“He says I have to use the cane more,” your brother confided that evening as you sat with him playing cards to keep him entertained.

You sighed softly and patted his hand lovingly. “It’s for your own good.”

“I know,” he scowled. “But come on. I’m in high school and I’m using a cane. Think of how I’ll be bullied.”

You shrugged, “I know a guy who can make it badass for you.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

You nodded and smiled. “Really.”

He gently punched your shoulder good-naturedly. “You’re a good sister, Y/n.”

“Okay, no need to bust out the compliments yet, little brother,” you scoffed with a laugh. “You’re not dying.”

“First of all, we’re twins and you’re like, twelve minutes older than me,” he rolled his eyes. “And way to ruin an emotional moment, dumbass.”

“I have the emotional capacity of a toothpick,” you admitted. “So expect nothing from me.”

As much as you hated to admit it, tutoring with Zoya was helping. You were slowly regaining your position at the top of the class, and, suspecting that Zoya might sabotage you in some way, you made sure to study extra after she’d leave the library for the evening so that you could get a head start.

Obviously you’d never tell her that it was helping. She’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Had fun struggling in the test?” She asked snidely, referring to the stack of test papers on the teacher’s desk.

“Had fun getting lesser marks than me?” You asked, picking up your own paper from the pile.

“Pardon me, but who’s the one getting tutored?” She smirked, holding up her history paper which bore the score 49/50 in bold red letters.

You laughed, mimicking her cocky tone as you showed your own paper, which had 50/50 written with red and a good remark from the teacher beside it. “Pardon me, but who’s the one getting a full score?”

“Fuck you, Brekker,” she grumbled, her ears burning with irritation as you went to sit with Jesper and Nina.

“In your dreams, Nazyalensky,” you cackled, fist-bumping your two best friends.

“You know, I’m sensing some sexual tension,” admitted Jesper, nodding at Zoya.

Nina chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah. The flirting is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Your ears burned with a blush as you shook your head. “Absolutely not! She is a cocky, arrogant annoying, and irritatingly attractive girl.”

“Attractive, hm?” Nina raised a brow, resting her cheek on her fist as she looks at you with a knowing smirk on her face.

You flicked her forehead and clarified, “Irritatingly attractive. Like, have you seen her? All sharp jawline, full lips and dark eyes. No one so annoying should have such attractive features!”

Inej and Wylan came up to you thee as they overheard the conversation,

“Do you like her?” Wylan hinted with a smirk.

You grimaced and fake-gagged, shaking your head. “Ew, I would rather die!”

“Sometimes, I wish you would stop being so delusional,” Inej sighed. “It is painstakingly obvious.”

You grumbled and buried your blushing face in your hands. “I hate you all.”

Meanwhile, Zoya was chatting with her own friends, Alina and Genya.

“Who does she think she is?” She glared at you as you talked to your own friends.

Alina shrugged, “Personally, I think you’ve got a thing for her.”

“Agreed,” Genya giggled, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Like, all you ever talk about is ‘Oh, Brekker is this, Brekker is that,’ or ‘You won’t not believe what Brekker did!’

Zoya let out an incredulous snort. “Me! Like her? Brekker? Absolutely not. I would rather fail all subjects and die!”

“Why is that?” Alina smirked, having spotted the lie.

“Well, she’s annoying, ridiculously cocky, and infuriatingly cute!” Zoya scoffed. “Like, no one should have the right to have such a smile when they’re the literal embodiment of irritation!”

“I’m sensing sexual tension…” Genya said in a sing-song voice.

Zoya shoved the redhead gently off her desk and mumbled, “You’re both idiots.”

The teacher came in and called for decorum, so the class settled down at last.

“Alright,” she said with a sigh. “Exams are nearly over, so I should brief you on your latest project. This one is worth 20% of your annual grade, so make sure your report is well done. I will be assigning pairs.”

A collective groan went through the class, and Jesper whispered to Nina, “Thirty vlachki says Y/n’s gonna be with Zoya.”

“I say she’s with Alina,” Nina replied.

“You’re both idiots,” you scoffed.

“Alright, you will all have to make a comprehensive report on any one nation in particular, mapping out every last aspect of its history. Simple enough?” The teacher asked, and the class mumbled in agreement. “Good because either ways I do not give a single damn. This is due in the next one week.

“Now for the pairs, Nazyalensky and—er—girl Brekker,” Jesper nudged Nina with a grin as she said it. “Starkov and Oretsev, Zenik and Helvar, Fahey and Van Eck, Ghafa and—well—boy Brekker?”

“I suggest you go with first names, Miss,” you chuckled, making the class hum with agreement.

“Fine,” she agreed, starting over. “Zoya and Y/n, Alina and Malyen, Nina and Matthias, Jesper and Wylan, Inej and Kaz…”

“I have a feeling she ships everyone with each other,” Nina chuckled.

You sighed in irritation. Zoya Nazyalensky of all people was your partner. It was like the Saints were condemning you.

First you have to be tutored by her and now you have to work with her?

After class, Zoya caught you near the lockers and said, “So, we have to work together now.”

You grimaced, “Yes.”

She chuckled softly and poked you with her pencil. “I guess I’ll have to make sure it’s good work, since I’m better.”

“Says the one who got a 49.” You scoffed, catching her wrist sharply when she made a move to poke you again.

She wrestled her hand from your grip and caught your chin in her hand, pulling you close.

“Gloat about that again, I dare you,” she hissed in a tone so menacing, you actually figured the consequences would be bad.

You giggled, however. “Getting riled up because you know I’m better than you, Nazyalensky?���

Her grip loosened around your chin as she caught your collar in her fists, her dark eyes glaring fiercely into your e/c ones.

Saints, she had pretty eyes…

“Shut up, Brekker, or so help me, I will make you fail,” she seethed.

“And risk getting in the bad books of Reznik?” you laughed evilly. “We both know you could never.”

She let go of you and scowled. “Tonight, six p.m. Keep your material ready and do not be late.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my work isn’t as mediocre as yours,” you shot back with a sweet smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck you, Brekker.”

“In your dreams, Nazyalensky,” you chuckled and turned away, walking towards your friends who had somehow miraculously appeared there.

Jesper clapped you on the back and sing-songed, “Sexual tension…”

You gently elbowed him in the rubs and mumbled, “Shut up and go moon over Wylan, you dumbass.”

—Time Skip—

“Decided a country?” Zoya asked as she arrived at the library that evening.

You showed her your binder of resources as you said plainly, “We will do our project on Kerch.”

“Why Kerch, when Ravka has such a rich history?” She asked with a raised brow.

You grumbled and said, “Because Kerch is where we get everything from. We get our oil, our resources, our ships, our manual labour from there. Everything essential to run a country, Kerch provides.”

“I have to admit, Brekker,” she curled her bottom lip in approval, “I’m impressed.”

“As if your opinion means anything to me,” you kicked her under the table. However, some part inside you warmed up at her words.

Maybe it means something a little bit…

While you both discussed the topic, adding each other’s views and opinions while drafting, Zoya had to notice little things when you both would take long silences as a break.

She noticed the way you tugged at a stray lock of your hair, or how you began turning your wrists after a long round of writing.

Her favourite thing was when you’d spin your pen deftly between your fingers.

It had her mind going places it shouldn’t…

‘Stop it, Zoya,’ she thought to herself sternly. ‘You have to beat her, not stare at her fingers!’

Meanwhile, you noticed how she always furrowed her brows in concentration while she explained a topic to add in, or how she bit her lip if she was writing something down.

But, your personal favourite was when she’d make eye contact when you’d explain something, her head tilted slightly as she listened intently.

Insufferable as she was, she knew how to listen.

You leaned back in your chair and sighed loudly, rubbing your eyes tiredly. The clock had chimed ten p.m. it had been four hours of work, and both of you looked worse for wear. The table was piled with books, and you both had to scoot closer in order to work on the massive stack of pages which had the first draft of your report. Thirty two pages in four hours.

You wanted to collapse and fall asleep, but only after making fun of your partner.

However, you had to admit that Zoya with her wavy hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, with a slightly sluggish smile of satisfaction on her face was…maybe a little bit cute.

“Take a break,” you said. “I need my opponent to be forever ready for battle, Nazyalensky,”

“You are insufferable, Brekker,” she rolled her eyes as she closed her eyes tiredly.

You chuckled and decided to draft a conclusion to the pair of yours’ messy notes.

Suddenly, you felt a bit of weight against your shoulder. You froze instantly, unsure of what to do.

It was Zoya, sleeping soundly, snoring a little with her arms crossed and her head against your shoulder.

The enmity against her within you made your skin bristle, and the urge to push her off you rise on your fingertips.

But something else, something a little stronger, pushed the feeling away and replaced it with the need to keep her peacefully asleep while you finished the work up for her.

You’d bully her about that later, obviously.

Zoya started awake twenty minutes later and immediately moved away from you, her cheeks burning red.

Did she really just fall asleep against your shoulder?

“Did I fall asleep?” She said, fixing her hair hastily, trying to regain composure.

You chuckled, “Looks like Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake.”

She kicked you under the table and replied sneakily, “Working with you is more tiring than working on a farm during harvest season.”

“Oh yes, because I’m such a slow worker that I made a draft conclusion for the report in twenty minutes?” You raised a brow, holding the paper out to her.

She snatched it from you with a side eye and pulled the pencil out from her hair, making her chocolate brown locks fall down her back in slightly tangled but otherwise captivating waves.

She checked over the page, making a few changes here and there before she placed the page down with the others, sighing deeply.

“Well,” she said, as if the words were a massive effort. “It’s not bad.”

“It’s our first draft, idiot,” you scoffed. “We have to work on it more, so don’t get too excited. I’m still waiting for a better response to my hard work.”

“You did a page in twenty minutes, that’s hardly anything,” she rolled her eyes.

You leaned closer and cupped a hand behind your ear, saying in a tone as though you were prompting her, “Oh, thank you so, so much, especially for letting me nap like the little baby I am while you did the work…”

“Thanks, Brekker,” she sighed. “You are insufferable.”

“I’m not usually insufferable, but you get so easily riled up it is hard not to be,” you giggled, packing up.

You both reached the steps outside the library. “Want me to walk you home so you don’t get lost, little baby Nazyalensky?” You jeered at her, leaning against the railing.

She rolled her eyes and placed her hand against where you were leaning, pinning you, somehow, against the railing, saying, “Don’t get too confident, Brekker. Take me on a date first.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, as your slightly shyer side threatened to come out.

What was it with her and pinning you against things this way? Did she know how it made you feel?

You made a face, praying the dim light masked your blush. “As if I would ever! No amount of money in the world could make me do that!”

You consciously avoided her gaze, afraid of the feeling in your stomach. It was a knot of heat which pulsed when she tried making eye contact with you.

Oh, but how enticing that offer was…

“It’s Saturday tomorrow,” she said, grasping your chin between her thumb and forefinger to keep you from looking away. Her dark eyes locked on yours magnetically, as you felt that foreign heat travel steadily lower. “So I expect you to be here at four p.m, got it?”

Saints, she looked good up close, too.

You laughed nervously, and moved such that you got slightly closer to her. Your gaze skirted to her lips unintentionally, and your body was practically immobilised in a gay panic.

But, when her breath hitched and her dominant demeanour faltered, you laughed and moved away, bowing mockingly.

“And that’s how you flirt, Nazyalensky,” you smirked, thankful to your ability to get easily flustered for once. “Getting a little too obsessed with me, I see.”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “That’s called wishful thinking, Brekker. As as if I would ever be.”

You hummed. “Well, you’re too annoying to be my type. So, wishful thinking on your part, really.”

“I’m too annoying? Brekker, you make a bratty toddler look like an angel,” she laughed humourlessly.

“Whatever, good night, little baby Nazyalensky,” you sniggered, gently punching her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck you, Brekker.”

Obviously, you gave her your standard reply.

“In your dreams, Nazyalensky!”

Zoya, as she walked away, mumbled to herself, “For now, dreams will have to suffice…”

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I hope you enjoyed this one <3 feel free to ask or request!

[bookshelf-dust]

Congrats on 500 followers! I was wondering if I could request a 🪩 for Steve Harrington? I know you don't write for him so no worries if u can't!

slumber party shenanigans

steve harrington x gn!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart!! thank you so so much! i’m actually really glad that you asked me to do this. i’ve been thinking about writing for steve recently, as i’ve only written for him once (and that was a ghostface!au), so the practice will be good for me! i hope you like this!! <33

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🪩 you want me to paint your nails?— i’ll write you a mock love letter from the character of your choice. just give me a little something for them to write to you about! this one will be very new for me to try and i won’t make them terribly long, but i hope they might turn out sweet.

You buckle yourself into the driver’s seat of your car, pulling down the sun visor as soon as you can. The rays streaming in through the windshield are practically blinding you. You wish that it’d always be cloudy when you have to drive.

Something falls out of the visor and onto your lap. It’s a piece of paper, torn on the edges and haphazardly folded small enough so that it could’ve fit there without being seen.

You open up the paper, slightly confused. You don’t usually keep things there.

The writing is that lazy half-cursive, half-scribble that you know so well. It belongs to Steve.

He’d been at yours last night, and you were meant to take Dustin home, but you fell asleep on the couch, the both of them sitting on the floor in front of you, engrossed in whatever movie they’d picked out this week.

Steve had looked up after it ended, and you were on your stomach, dead to the world. He and Dustin had crept out so as to not wake you, and then Steve had taken your car to drive Dustin home.

He’d not only filled up the tank for you, but wanted to leave something for you to find too.

I don’t know when you’ll find this, he wrote.

But I hope that when you do it might make you feel a little better. You’ve been working so hard lately, you know with school and everything. I know it’s been tough on you. I just want you to know how proud of you I am. I certainly couldn’t ever do anything like what you’re doing.

You’re a damn superstar. Sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever actually said that. Anyways, I just love you a whole lot. And I think about you all the time. Seriously, Robin yells at me about it. But I don’t think I’d be half as cool as I am without you.

You’re doing so good. You’re such a badass.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

-Steve

Half of the ink used to write his name is smudged, and the letters are super thick where he obviously tried to fix it. There’s little fingerprints where he tried to rub it away.

You tuck the note back into your visor. You’ll probably need to look at it again.

[echoghost1]

InvisoBang 2023 - Dawn Of Influence - Chapter 5

Title: Dawn Of Influence Chapter 5 Title: Look Mom, More Hands Summary: Danny is in his senior year of high school. His life, even with his still secret half-ghost nonsense, has settled down to a new, but manageable normal. That is until one day he starts to notice something is off. He doesn’t feel right, so he tries to find out what’s going on. His ghost form is changing but he has no idea what it’s changing into or why. Characters: Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Clockwork, Pandora, Frostbite Total Word Count: 17,010 Trigger Warnings & relevant tags: Mystery, Horror, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Ghost King Danny Fenton

You can find my fic on ao3 and read chapter 3 down below the cut!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | [you’re here] | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12

THIS IS THE CHAPTER WITH THE BODY HORROR!

It had been a few weeks since he had told his friends about his ghost side changing.

He even made sure his sister was up to date too. He did have to talk her down from making an emergency drive back home but only barely.

He had to promise to let her know of any new developments as soon as he was able.

But then nothing changed.

He kept checking. Daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. 

But everything still looked the same.

His fangs did come in a bit more, but not by a lot. They were still pretty easy to hide as long as he kept his mouth shut.

Or was far enough away.

It did help that Sam liked them. Even if he didn’t really get why.

Tucker said it made him look more badass. He was always down to look more badass.

As for his horns, he wasn’t really sure what was going on there.

Something was happening on top of his head, but if he didn’t know it was horns he wouldn’t know what was going on.

They blended in with his hair and sometimes he wasn’t sure where his hair ended and the new horns started.

His headache had mostly gone away which was great news. It was still there, but it was much more manageable now.

The new color, or colors, of his skin, had crept up higher to completely cover his arms and legs but hadn’t gotten much further. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to reach his face or if it even would.

The new arms hadn’t changed at all. They still were just sore spots on his sides. There were no bumps or any kind of indication that anything was coming at all. Besides of course the spots of color on his sides.

He was so glad that the nightmare image that his friends cooked up wasn’t happening. He very much did not want to watch fingers push out of his sides and grow into arms. He didn’t want to feel as a new pair of hands slowly pressed themselves against his skin as they tried to get out.

He very much would not want that at all.

When they asked how he wanted his arms to come in he didn’t have an answer.

Because he didn’t want them to come in at all.

He wanted Frostbite to be wrong.

But if he had to choose, he’d rather it be quick.

In the end, whatever way they decided to come in would be fine as long as it wasn’t at school or in front of his parents.

He may or may not have had a few nightmares about it. He wouldn’t tell.

In an effort to make sure he wasn’t caught in with the wrong audience, he stuck to Sam and Tucker like glue.

It didn’t really look that much different than usual, but it was. He was definitely spending more time with them. Even less time at home.

He didn’t go on his usual solo flights to clear his head. Just in case.

That might have something to do with him being a little extra on edge lately. Or at least his sister would say it was.

Which is why he didn’t tell her about it.

It didn’t take long for his friends to notice his mood so they talked him into a mandatory movie marathon as a distraction.

He didn’t need a whole lot of convincing.

Friday night, right after school let out, the trio set up camp in Sam’s basement. 

Sam, being her, had the complete sets of The Dead Teacher, Terminatra, Femalien, and Nightmerica series, plus a bunch of their other favorites too. 

It took a bit of debating but eventually, they decided to watch the Lady Killers saga and start with the first Femalien movie. Mostly because Danny picked that one and this was the make Danny feel better movie marathon.

It turned out that he made a terrible choice because he completely forgot about the iconic torso-tearing scene. He had no idea how he forgot. It’s literally the one scene everybody knows!

Watching some guy have an alien parasite explode out of his body really didn’t help with keeping Danny’s mind off the impending limb growth he was under.

“I think I need a minute,” he said as he got up from his previously very comfortable spot nestled on the couch between his friends.

“Do you want me to pause it?” Tucker asked as he picked up the remote.

“No, it’s fine,” Danny said, making his way around furniture and towards the nearby bathroom. He stumbled as he crossed the threshold and had to brace himself on the doorframe for a second to keep from falling all the way over.

“Danny?” Sam called from somewhere behind him.

“I’m fine,” he lied as he stumbled again and hugged his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried so hard to make his heart stop beating so fast and so loud.

He forgot he was still walking and tripped over the edge of the bathtub and brought the shower curtain down with him.

He bumped his head on the wall but that didn’t hurt nearly as much as his sides did. 

Why did they hurt so much?

His friends kept asking what was wrong, asking if he was okay, but he couldn’t answer them. He couldn’t speak. 

It hurt.

He shifted into his ghost form but he wasn’t sure if he did that on purpose or if it was just an instinct.

The pain intensified once the transformation had completely washed over him and it took everything in him not to start screaming.

He may have shouted. He isn’t sure.

He rolled over because he couldn't tell if he was just in pain or if he was going to throw up too.

He switched from hugging his sides to gripping the edge of the tub. Or at least he was holding on to one side while his other hand tried to desperately find purchase on the tiled wall.

He heard his gloves start to tear as his claws dug their way free to help him hold on tighter.

Just when he couldn’t take it anymore his new arms finally breached the surface.

His breath and body were shaky as he stared at the faucet in front of him.

His new arms were cold and wet.

They hung limply at his sides. He could hear something dripping and it took him a moment to realize it was him.

He looked down and slowly moved his new arms to examine them.

It was strange how easy it was to move them. How natural it felt.

It wasn’t much different than moving your arms independently from your legs.

He sat back on his heels and loosened his death grip on the tub and wall. 

He supposed he got what he wanted after all. That sure was quick.

[angieloveshua]

Fang Lei looked as if he was faced with imminent death and understanding crept in as he realised that this time he really was done for.

“What a coincidence...” He said to me, as he quietly tried to take a peek at the direction of the hotel rooms exit.

I could see that he was still waiting for a chance to escape, so I warned him, “The last person who tried to run away in front of me now has a tomb, and the reeds in front of it are probably past two metres tall.”

So badass!

[the-rejected-princess]

thewxnderer:

Rinse, wash and repeat. Dean didn’t get to spend a lot of time on his own but with him getting made by the cops he was getting some distance from the family and went to the city of angels. And what a pit it was, for one he found out about vampires and another, one had stolen his car. Ending up late at night somewhere and having killed some elder beings mate and getting into a blood vendetta with some ancient badass. But he was loving it, save for the heat.

Dean let his boots make a loud sounds to announce himself as he approached the woman. With his hand in a bag of popcorn he ate some as he stopped to admire her, “ Little late to be out ain’t it?” His accent had some buried southern drawl, not a Californian but not really much of anything. Self-pity was common to him, easier to fall into when he was not around his family. He didn’t need to wear a mask.

It hurt, every bit of her body; just to move her head hurt, it was throbbing. At the end of the day she knew the reason why she was hurting so much: this being overworking herself with everything. The ache in her head made her eyes heavy. The ache coming from her body and head took her mind off from her surroundings. The slayer didn’t notice the male until he scrapped his boots across the floor announcing himself. Buffy’s crystal gaze slowly moved up to look at him; the slayer not moving to abruptly to make the ache in her body and head worse. Once her gaze finally landing on his face she stared intensely at the male.

The slayer narrowed her gaze at the stranger that was in the crept with her. She was trying to figure out if he’d been sent after her, or if he was just in the wrong place and the wrong time. . . or, right place depending on how the person looked at it. Buffy had a tiny struggle getting off the ground from the ache in her body. However she managed to get up, dusting herself off she gently tugged on her blouse. The slayer making sure her clothes weren’t disarray; though, she didn’t realize by doing this it brought attention to her ample bust. “Not really, it’s never to late to be out for a night stroll.” She struggled nonchalantly. Buffy stood there for a moment while she finished dusting herself off then glanced over at him. “Well if you’ll excuse me, goodnight.” She nodded to the stranger trying to leave, however she felt she wouldn’t be leaving that easy.

Buffy Summer Starter | CLOSED | FOR @thewxnderer

Slay, slay, slay, that’s all Buffy seemed to do these days. Life of ‘the slayer’, am I right? Her slayer duties were making it hard to keep of with a personal life, school life, and being a slayer. The busty blonde played with the silver cross that normally lay resting in her cleavage; hidden from sight, so no vampire that was hiding amongst the living wouldn’t notice it. Buffy hadn’t even noticed she was playing with it, she was in her own deep thought. Some days, like today, she missed being a ‘normal girl’. The slayer slide down the cold gray wall.

She missed having lovers and not being afraid of them being a vampire or getting killed. A flash of Angel and everything they’d been through flashed in her mind. Only moments earlier she’d fought a group of vampires, they were small fries really. Buff had fought so much stronger, she was just drained and worn out. She’d give herself five minutes to wallow in her self-pity then it was back to business.

[classickook]

Okay, okay, but! And hear me out, you find one of Simon’s extra skull masks. You put it on and are trying to mimic his voice while doing awful summersauls around the house pretending to be all secret agenty and you run into something during one of your rolls and realize Simon’s been watching you for pretty much the whole time

stfu how cute! i can totally see this happening but i think my take on it ended up being goofy af

The dark fabric was surprisingly soft as you pulled it over your head to cover your features in that of a skull’s. You had snuck one of Simon’s extra balaclavas from the hamper while doing laundry and wanted to see what you looked like… just for the hell of it.

You felt mysterious. Stealthy. Fucking badass.

You wondered if Simon gained an extra boost of confidence whenever he donned the balaclava and skull mask; if they were used not only to protect his identity and hide himself from the rest of the world, but to also become the hero his team needed - the hero he had needed not so long ago.

Moving out of the tiny laundry room, you crept down the hallway with an overdramatic flair that you had seen in countless action movies and could only assume was how Simon snuck about each war zone without drawing attention to himself.

You looked from side to side, vision slightly distorted thanks to the balaclava, and then flattened yourself against the wall, pulling out an imaginary gun from your hip as you peeked through the doorway leading into your bedroom, quickly drawing back to catch your breath after noticing the imaginary enemy within.

“Ghost, how copy?” you asked yourself in a deep voice.

“Target spotted,” you replied in a forced accent that bubbled up your throat, attempting to mimic Simon’s voice but coming nowhere near his register. “I’m on the move.”

You drew in a deep breath before jumping inside the bedroom and aiming your gun at the target (a decorative pillow on your bed) with a pew pew sound effect. “Target terminated,” you spoke gruffly and wiped the imaginary sweat from your brow, returning the gun to your hip and making your way out of the room with a dorky little grin on your face beneath the mask.

“Enjoying yourself, lieutenant?”

A pathetic squeak escaped your lips at the sudden interruption as the looming form of Ghost himself stood just outside the door.

“Uh, hi, Simon,” you offered weakly, embarrassment burning your cheeks at having been caught by the man you had been imitating. “Didn’t see you there.” And you really hadn’t. Despite the hulking size of the man, you hadn’t noticed him watching you the entire time from just outside the bedroom. Damn mask probably blocked out your periphery.

You hoped he wouldn’t be mad or offended at your little display, it had only been for fun, however childish. “Saw all that, did you?”

Simon took a few steps forward until he stood directly in front of you, the close proximity combined with his absurd height forcing your head back into a tilt in order to meet his eyes. “Unfortunately,” he said, but you could hear the hint of amusement in his tone. “You’re not very stealthy, little duckling.”

“Duckling?”

The deep chuckle was muffled beneath his own mask, but you could hear it all the same. “You tripped over your own feet and practically stomped across the hallway. The enemy would notice you before you could even blink.” He tapped a gloved finger against your covered temple. “It takes more than a disguise to pass by undetected.”

You pouted at him, but knew he couldn’t see it.

“Not that you would ever need it,” he murmured after a moment, “I’ll show you how to protect yourself. For when I’m not here,” he added gruffly as if forcing out the words. You knew he hated when he had to leave you behind while called away on a mission. If it were up to him, he would stay here with you in the safe house forever.

Your eyes softened at the change in his tone and reached for his gloved hand, squeezing lightly to let him know that you understood. “Okay.”

[absolutelyfizzing]

gentlest instruments (request) 

warren worthington iii x fem!reader

Do you take requests still? If so can you do Warren Worthington basically worshipping reader (their body and what-not) and basically being hella whipped? Fem!reader if you can, :)

description - reader is feeling a little insecure but warren puts an end to that right away.

word count - 1000

warnings - insecure reader, one cuss word, reader is described as a woman at times, very minor body description (i don't think anything distinct but nonetheless), warren being an angel, reader is a mutant and has powers over nature.

A/N- i am so very sorry i haven't posted in so long. I go through these ohases where i just don't write at all and i feel awful that i leave some of you waiting for more. Anyway, i am trying to work though the requests that are speaking to me and i will be trying to write more often (though we all know how often i say that). Thank you for sticking with me and i hope you enjoy.

MASTERLIST

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. It wasn't that you didn't like how you looked, you thought you were fine. But it's not like you were anything to call home about. At the school you were surrounded by beautiful and gifted women all the time, how were you supposed to compete? How were you supposed to maintain Warren's attention?

He had never made you feel insecure, he was always one to tell you how pretty you looked and that he liked your outfits, it just made you question his sincerity. Your powers were in manipulating nature, something that you liked but it wasn't exactly badass. You looked at Jean or Raven or Ororo and they were all so powerful and strong. You weren't sure if that's what you were.

You pulled at your jean shorts and tugged on your shirt and just gave another sigh before turning away from the mirror.

A knock was sounded at the door that made you jump a bit, scaring you out of your own thoughts.

"Y/N?" It was Warren. You had a date today which really just meant he was taking you out for an afternoon picnic.

He was the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He was adoring and gentle with you and he never made you question his loyalty. So why did you feel so insecure?

"Come in." You tried to let light into your voice but you knew you sounded frustrated.

He slowly crept the door open and peeked inside the room to find you facing decidedly away from your mirror and picking at your hands.

"Are you doing okay, my love?" He sounded timid and you hated that he could so easily tell when you weren't feeling well.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You assured, trying to communicate to him with your eyes, now met across the room, that you didn't want to talk about it. He must have gotten the point because he simply nodded and stood a bit to the side. He swept his arm across him toward the door, ushering you out, and he plastered a big grin on his face that made your heart quicken. You giggled a bit and you both left your room.

Instead of trying to talk to you when you seemed so preoccupied, Warren settled on holding your hand and fidgeting with your thumb.

You silently and contentedly made your way together out of the building and across the lawn to a large oak tree under which warren had put together a modest picnic. There were flowers and a planet laid out with a basket of food and it made you nearly cry. How sweet was this man stood next to you and how could anyone ever think he was menacing. He motioned for you to sit when you got there and you did, looking around at the sweet gesture.

He sat next to you, his wings spread behind him in their relaxed state and he laid down. Suddenly there were hands on your waist pulling you down with him and you fell on top of him in a fit of giggles, putting a big smile on Warren's face. He would have done anything to make you laugh like that for the rest of your life. You looked up at him from your new spot on his chest and he gazed into your eyes. His smile slowly dropped.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about what's bothering you, honey?" You sighed and broke eye contact with him, instead moving to sit up and face where he lay. You found yourself reaching for his wings to card your fingers through them but paused.

He had always told you that you were the only person he let touch his wings but you were still hesitant.

"Go ahead, bub."

You started to play with the feathers, being gentle and conscious that they were sensitive.

"I was just feeling insecure I think." You whispered, knowing that it sounded strange to him. He had told you that you had no reason to ever be insecure and that you were perfect to him.

"About what?"

"My body. My powers. Just like, me I guess."

"Honey, you are the most beautiful girl in the world." You gave him a playful glare that told him to drop the bullshit. "I'm not kidding."

"Warren-"

"Y/N, you are amazing. Your body is amazing. Your powers are amazing. Your hands are the gentlest instruments I've ever had the pleasure of touching. Your thighs are made of pure magic and you cannot convince me otherwise." You smiled at him a bit. "And your smile is that only thing I care about in this whole world. You make me so endlessly happy. You know that right?"

"I think I do. I mean, logically I know you love me. I just see all of these powerful women everywhere around us and I don't know how I can compete with that."

"There is no competition, Y/N." He whispered, his hand coming to trace the lines of your face above him. "You are the only woman I think about, your arms are the only place I want to be and your stomach is my favorite place to take a nap. Your scars are a sign of strength and your lips are the most absolutely kissable thing I've ever seen." With that, he sat up and pulled you into a sweet kiss. It held all of the love he had for you. His thumb traced under your eye where you hadn't noticed any tears falling but he wiped them away nonetheless.

"I guess this is just a sign that I need to show you how beautiful you are more often." He smiled and you gave him a small smile in return.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

The best kind of damn weird

When - post-season 8, pre-season 9. Those two seasons have a time gap of 1.5 years, and this story takes place only a few months into that gap. This chapter is indeed part of The Slowpoke Series, it’s just a leap forward in time from the last story titled “Just one scrap, Part 2″

Relationships - fairly newlywedded (more on that later) Daryl x Reader + baby

Genre - fluffy and domestic

Perspective - 3rd person Daryl POV

Pronouns - she/her (part of the female story line)

TWs - mild language, one quick dirty joke (you tell it), and a lot of fluff

Masterlist - here

Word count - short and sweet like a DumDum pop

A little (very) bummed that I accidentally deleted the original one posted on Easter morning itself, lol what a day. Anyway, Happy and Blessed Easter, y’all!

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As carefully as he crept back into the bed, he still woke Y/N up.

Well, sorta.

Eyes still closed, she inhaled sharply and stretched her back. A sentence-like thing slurred out of her mouth along the lines of: “S’allkay or do food?”

No idea. “Shh, it’s all good, back to sleep.”

“M’seep...” Her breathing immediately grew heavy and regular. Out like a light.

He smiled as he slid fully under the sheets. It still felt kinda weird sleeping so close next to somebody, and on a real bed instead of a couch. Good weird. So was being married and all the things that came with it. That was a really good weird, a damned good weird. And having a kid, man, that was the best kinda damn weird, too.

Speaking of...shit, what time was it? The baby was gonna be hungry soon if it was the time he thought it was.

Wrapping his arm around her, he peeked over her to try to get a look at her watch. He still thought about Dale every time he saw that big, old thing.

As he reached to move her wrist slightly so the watch face would be visible, she stirred. He was worried he’d woken her up again – but she just snuggled herself back onto his body and pulled his arm around her tighter.

Shit, man. This is the best kinda damned weird.

He forgot all about checking the time and instead found himself pressing a gentle kiss to the round of her shoulder.

Aside from the fact that he could go shirtless (and then some) around her comfortably, the aspect of normal and romantic physical touch (and then some) that was now part of his life was a really good weird, too. Certain pieces of it were kinda scary at first for both of them, so that part had come slowly and carefully. There were some roadblocks they’d had to work through together. But they trusted each other, and that made the two of them realize it wasn’t so scary after all.

Okay, okay, he really did need to check the time...as much as he wanted to nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck and stay that way.

Delicately, he peeked over to look at her watch, now in a position where he could see the time.

Yup, it was time for ’lil badass to eat.

Only grumbling a little, he removed his arm from her embrace and scooted to get back out of bed. Then, quietly, he tiptoed around the bed to the side-sleeper bassinet. True, she could just shimmy a little closer to it and pull the baby toward her herself, but he liked having the kiddo between them, plus he wanted Y/N to rest as much as she could.

“G’morning,” he greeted softly as he lifted the sleeping baby and watched them stretch. So damned cute. “Love you, ’lil badass. C’mon, breakfast time. You’re finally gettin’ chunky, we gotta keep that up.”

After pecking a few tiny kisses on that tiny belly and one little peck on the scar above their lip, he lifted the baby into a shoulder hold and fluffed their hair (and the baby immediately tried to nurse his shoulder and began to vocalize, yeah). After opening the blinds, he walked back around to his side of the bed.

“Hello there, good lookin’,” he heard her mumble.

“Hey there, slowpoke.”

Her giggle made him blush. And then, as she always did first thing when she woke up, she looked at the picture that Carl had taken of himself for her before he, um…before he went.

Carl took a bunch for her with some old Polaroid camera. She kept one right on the nightstand and always told him good morning and goodnight.

“Good morning, punk. Love you. Miss you,” she whispered to it, welling up like she usually did. Then with a big yawn, Y/N grabbed her water bottle and tried to smooth her hair as she turned over to the other side to face him as he crawled back under the covers with the baby.

“And good mornin’ to you, little chickpea,” she cooed. Still groggy as she gulped some water, she pulled her top down, moving aside the chain she wore that had been her brother's. Her eyes met his after he positioned the baby at her breast. “You really are quite the handsome gentleman, Daryl.”

His cheeks grew warm again. “Don’t tease, troublemaker,” he murmured.

“Ain’t teasing,” she replied simply. “At least, not until after this one’s fed, changed, and back asleep, and I gone potty and brushed my teeth. And Gracie will need to eat, too.” She paused to rub her eyes and yawn again, then looked him up and down, purring, “Mm, but after that, you rest assured I will most certainly try to seduce you.”

Cracking up and shyly covering his eyes, he wondered how it was again that he got so damned lucky? Whatever he did to deserve this, he didn’t know, but he was thankful every damned day for it.

“Daryl,” she crooned playfully. “You still gettin’ all good and bashful when I flirt with you will only cause me to seduce you harder, my mangy hick.”

Still blushing like a damn schoolboy, he teased back, “Not if I decide to come onto ya first, woman.”

“Onto me? More like into me.” She looked at him, bat her lashes – then let out a cackle while slapping her hand against her leg in amusement. “High-five, y’all, just made a sex joke to my husband!”

He had to blink before he got it. When he did, he barked out a laugh so loud the baby gave a start before latching back on, after which both he and Y/N giggled until their sides hurt. Why they found it funny, he didn’t know, all he knew was how happy he felt.

She tried to stop chuckling as she apologized to the little one, “Sorry for the jostle, Teddy bear. There you go, back to your breakfast.”

Still snorting, he also apologized, “Sorry, kid, my bad. Nah, wait, actually that was all your ma’s bad, like one-hundred percent.” And grinning wide, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

There he stayed for a few moments, his brow against hers while their child nursed and they both stopped cracking up.

He pressed his pointer finger on the baby’s palm so that little hand would close around it. Such tiny, chubby hands, goddamn I love these things. And those thigh rolls, them teeny feet. That head of hair. That badass scar over their lip. Those cheeks. I love our kid and I love her so damn much.

“Hey, Daryl?”

“Hm?” His eyes tore away from those sweet, chunky hands and legs to meet her gaze.

“You’re a good father.”

His lips twisted to the side as he tried to brush it off. “You tell me that every day.” She once referred to it as ‘good medicine’ for him.

“Well, that’s your fault for bein’ such a good one.”

He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, gesturing to her. “Well, that’s just ’cause you’re a damn good ma, makes it easy to know what to do.”

Eyes to the sky, she commented “Oh Moses, am I gonna seduce this man later. Oh, and hey, I almost forgot. It’s real important, Daryl.”

“You okay?” His brows lowered and he reached his hand to brush a few stray hairs behind her ear.

“I love you.”

And that right there was the best part of all this. The best kind of damn weird that his life had become. All the bad things, all the danger, the loss, the stress, the horror? All of that felt manageable because of this. Sometimes, everything else paled in comparison to how unimaginably damned great this was. Made life worth living.

It was the best kind of damn weird.

“I love you, too.”

[universallychaoticpan]

HI!!! HELLOO! I go anonymously bc Im a coward like that🙃 BUT im a really big fan of ur writing and Im really hungry for some badass reader💪 if im bothering then please feel free to ignore me✌🏻 but if im not can I request where Dazai's s/o was specifically targeted by strong assassins only for s/o to kill all of them (despite being injured and whatnot, u know that shonen thing where the character is bloody af yet they still standing strong and mighty) and s/o was like "only a 100 of u, how boring" or something like that.

Hi! Hello there! Annons hold a special place in my heart don't you worry. Anyway, thank you so much; both for making me blush (I look like a huge dork smiling at my laptop) and for slipping into my inbox. I am always up to write badass self inserts, my friend; it's horribly guilty pleasure of mine along with angst. My long winded point being I hope you enjoy, and feel free to ask/request anytime you'd like. <3333

The sight was chilling:

Assassins, armed to the teeth, more than you could count and more in the shadows beyond your vision; you, backed into a an abandoned building and locked in. On a pair of lips, a smile.

Down a body, blood was dripping, into a pair of eyes, down heated skin and hitting the ground beneath feet standing among the pearls of vermilion rain.

And when your eyes lifted again, your hands poised to kill, the enemies before you realized their mistake when they had taken the job of killing you.

You see, they had been cocky; they had approached your enemies who had offered them a hefty sum for your head along with a warning: that every other assassin, solo or otherwise, had been mailed back with a hole in their chest.

And that no enemy of yours ever survived your ability to tell the tale.

They had made the mistake of calling you their prey; and only now were they realizing that they had trapped themselves with one of the most dangerous individuals in Port Mafia history.

And you knew it, too.

"How many times," you sighed, "will Mori send his goons to come after me before he realizes that I am not someone who can be taken down by petty mercenaries?"

Promptly, as if to prove your point, one such idiot dropped from the ceiling, the rafters creaking as they fell, alerting you the assailant at your back.

You turned, gun already in your hand.

You finger squeezed the trigger

And the man was dead by the time he hit the floor.

"How rude," you sniffed, nudging the body with your toe. "I don't suppose any of you have better manners?"

No one moved.

"Pity. I was so hoping this would be more fun."

"Don't act like we haven't gotten a few good hits in. The blood all over you would say otherwise."

You interest peaked. Finally. Slowly, you turned to the voice, finding a young man, dark haired with shocking light eyes staring defiantly back you. It did little to mask the fear you could sense on him; it clung to him, crept through him like rot, and it exhilarated you.

"I suppose you're right," you murmured, coming towards him. You grinned as you saw him visibly flinch away, your smile stretching even more as he tried to play it off; it didn't matter. You had seen the fear and he knew it. That was all that mattered. "But the question is how much of this blood is mine" you paused, wiping a streak of the red liquid from the corner of his own mouth.

"and how much if it is the blood of your dear comrades who got stupid, sloppy, and shot?"

Horror came next; horror, revulsion, terror. All of it flashed through him at your answer, hot and exciting, and you could feel your ability rising, begging to be released as his emotions fed into it. "You're evil."

"Am I? Let's not forget who was attacked here and who backed me into a corner. You'd never blame a cornered cat for clawing, would you?"

"Would any of you?" you called, turning in a slow circle, toying with your prey with a lazy smile. They all knew the outcome of this; yourself included. It was only a matter of time; that and of the hazy red spreading from your hands, humming with energy and thickening the smell of blood in the already soaked room. Like it was raising the stuff from the cement floors it had soaked into, it swam through your mind, clouded your vision, and left you aching, starving for more.

And when your eyes sharpened, the clock ran down to the final second -

and the room exploded into chaos.

As if in warning, the men began to run for the door, the coming madness now announced and inescapable. Your ability ran through you like lightening, charging your veins and sending your pulse racing; a twisted, spectral form emerging from the place between your shoulder blades.

Kill, it hissed, writhing on the thin leash you still had on it. It was asking; kill.

You nodded, and you felt the chain sever; it snapped somewhere deep within you and sent the beast past you in a torrent of danger, fear and anger as you whispered your command.

"Kill."

It was over in seconds. You would be assassins were strewn across the floor, blood streaming from throats and chests, gouges akin to claw marks stretching and tearing through the fragile skin as the demon vanished, once again settling back to it's place in the cavern of your chest to lap at the rewarding blood that coated it's hands. Your shadow would sleep now, satiated by the price of bodies falling and screams and you cringed at the thought. Slowly, you stepped towards the only survivor; huddling in a corner, now well and truly afraid with no second thought spared for his pride as he scrambled as far away from you as he could be. Those light eyes peered out at you from the silvery-red curtain that covered his face, staring dead at you as you knelt down.

But where there had been merciless fury only seconds ago he saw...

sorrow.

He saw sorrow as you whispered your instructions to him, then vanished without a second glance into the night beyond the door you were never supposed to leave.

Tell Mori, you'd said, that I find no pleasure in killing off his hired help. And tell him that I will continue to do so until he vanishes from our lives or lies dead at our feet.

/

Far above, the wind howling against you, you watched your messenger scuttle off towards the complex that rose, imposing as a mountain in the distance. Beside you, Dazai was quiet, the both of you scanning the surroundings in silence; the only thing you chose to feel at that moment was his arms around you; barely 19 and still, each others only allies in the world.

"I don't like you gambling your life to send a message," he murmured, the sound low against the shell of your ear. "Especially for risky plan we don't know will pay off."

"How could it not," you replied, leaning into him against the furious chill that swept around you in it's unending maelstrom. "Word gets out in a city like this, and no one likes being sent on suicide missions. From there, Mori will be forced to hunt us down himself if he wants us dead as badly as he says he does."

"And then?"

When you looked into his eyes, you knew the look there mirrored your own: it didn't dare be hopeful, but it carried the weight of possibility so sweet that you couldn't help the swell of joy that flooded you at the thought as you answered.

"And then we kill him. We kill him and get out of this city and we start a life somewhere we know we'll be safe. Even beyond death; we'll make it so we'll never be hunted by Mori Oagai, his ghost, or his drones."

It was a vow sealed by fury, by loss, by the countless nights you had spent cursing the man who had given you a place in the world. It was a vow sealed by love for the person right in front of you, for the future that was so close it hurt;

you both wanted it desperately. You were ready for it.

You were ready to be untouchable.