#gonna go hide now cause anxiety be yelling now

[koiir]

II CANT STOP ME

— embarrassing/annoying scenarios with them

Characters; Scaramouche, xiao, Kazuha, heizou x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, crack, comedy

Cw: swearing, chihuahuas, mentions of throwing up on heizous part, not proofread

“Hey…scara?” You made sure your voice was low, almost as if you were nervous and anxious, wanting to make sure your prank worked. You awaited for him to answer until you continued.

“What is it?” He sat on the couch, laying with his face smushed into the pillow. His words quick, a slight irritation already showing.

“Woww, already putting up an attitude?” He glared at you, rolling his eyes. He was waiting for you to tell him whatever it was that you had to say.

“Well, I need you to be honest with me.” You looked away, not daring to face him eye to eye. The action caused him to raise his eyebrows, wondering if there was a problem.

“Okay… go on.”

“And…. It might be a little awkward between us after. But I have to know how you feel.” You broke your words apart, wanting to show the anxiety you felt.

Scaramouche now felt caught off guard by this. Things being awkward between you two? He wanted to know if you had done something… or if he had done something.

“Just tell me already.” It sounded like he was rather desperate, trying to hide the emotions he started to feel. He just wanted you to spill it out already.

“I… I’ve kept this in for a long time, and I need to confront you about it.” You looked down at the floor, voice quite almost like a whisper.

What? What the hell were you talking about? Scaramouche didn’t like this, he almost felt his heart sink.

“[Name]?What are you talking about? What is it?” His voice was getting a little louder, but not with angry—more like worry, he got more nervous. He hated the way you wouldn’t look at him.

“It just doesn’t feel right if I don’t get an answer, I don’t want this to ruin things between us.”

“[name]? What is this about? Just tell me, I don’t like how-“

“Look at your phone scara! Look at what i sent you!” You said, almost yelling as you turned back to him. Your clenched your fist in anger, and… were you crying?

His eyes widened, his hands started to shake as his unlocked his phone—pulling your messages up. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. His face dropped.

He couldn’t believe he let you prank him like this. He was going to kill you. You started laughing seeing his face, expression filled with annoyance at your actions.

“Oh my goddd, I actually… I got you so good!” You laughed in between your words, your little prank being a success.

“For fucks sake [name]… I’m gonna kill you.” He glared at you, and then back onto his phone which showed the picture you sent him. A picture from when he was a toddler, hair messy—clothes filled with paint and on his face. How did you even get it?

“Don’t you like the picture?” You look so cute!” You walked over to him, almost grabbing his hands. But he smacked it away, giving you an attitude for what you had done.

“Shut up! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” And so you kept your word.

But… Scaramouche couldn’t handle you not being by his side, this causing him to carry you back to bed with him while annoying a word you said.

It was your idea, for xiao to meet your little furry friend. But god, it was the worst thing he had ever experienced.

“I thought… I would be meeting your cat, not that.” Xiao motioned his hands toward the dog—the chihuahua that was already starting to growl.

“Well, my sister came over and she wanted me to take care of her dog while she took care of my cat.” You looked towards xiao, finding his eyes glaring daggers at you.

Xiao could deal with cats, and dogs—but the way the chihuahua was staring at him… xiao couldn’t help but feel under attack. He felt like the little animal would pounce on him.

“I don’t he likes me.”

“She! She’s a girl…” you never why, but people always assumed the chihuahua was a boy. Did that say something about the chihuahua?

“But don’t say that xiao… she’s always like this don’t worry.” That was true in some way, but not always the case. As you two walked toward the dog, she started to growl and bark as loudly as ever.

“So she’s always annoying as fuck?” Xiao stayed in the same spot as you walked over towards her, she seemed to calm down a bit seeing you but was still on alert by xiao.

“Yeah, most of the time! But she’ll get use to you… soon hopefully.”

Xiao kept his words in, not wanting to know the answer by he had to know. “So, how long is she staying with us?”

“Mhm… I think my sis said two weeks? She’s pretty busy, always working.”

Xiao felt his face drop—two whole weeks… with that?! The dog that clearly didn’t like him????

“No.” That’s all he said, knowing that he had no say in this.

“Huh? But xiao….��� You walked towards him with the dog in hand. “Just… here.”

“Wait! No!”

Before he knew, you had placed the chihuahua in his hands. And oh. Oh… xiao felt like he would die on the spot from how she kept growling in his grasp. The dog not giving up with her stuck up attitude.

Did she just bite him???

“Nope… not dealing with her any more.” She placed her on the ground, not wanting her in his grasp for another second longer.

That was the one of many incidents with xiao and you sisters lovely chihuahua. By the first week, the dog seemed be…. More at ease?

“Well, look at what we have here.” You entered the room, only to find xiao on the bed… with her.

The chihuahua he swore he couldn’t handle… was sitting on his lap. Almost falling asleep, but she opened her eyes once you came.

“Mhm…” xiao groaned, knowing you would tease the hell out of him for this.

You made sure to take a picture of this moment—without him knowing. Later using this as “blackmail” by teasing him. He wished he had never met that chihuahua.

It was often that your boyfriend, Kazuha—could be found writing his haiku’s. For once he never thought he could be annoyed by your presence, but we was proven wrong today.

Deep In thought he was, feeling your presence making his mind wonder—what could he possibly write next? Something that involved you… maybe.

He started to think of the write words… until he heard the voice.

“Kazuuu!” You said, rather loudly for his liking as it had disturbed his deep thoughts. He looked up to see you walking towards him, he found it rather funny—you were already pretty close to him as you sat on the couch infront of him.

You sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You skimmed through the empty paper he had, nothing yet on it.

“Can’t figure out what to write?” Your voice laced with concerns…but why did it have that tone following it? Kazuha swore he saw a sly smile on your face before it was gone.

“Yeah… I was deep in thought trying to find the right words.” He didn’t mention the part of where he was interrupted by you, not wanting you to feel upset at your doing.

But maybe he should have—because now he was dealing with you interrupting him every second he had. It was quite ironic, how you had managed to disturb him in the times where he was so close, to writing his thoughts down.

It didn’t matter what it was, small comments from you about what you saw on your phone, the view from the window ahead of you. None of it mattered, but it sure did get Kazuha rather pent up.

He knew he had to do something, so he did the one thing he knew always had you quite.

“Love… say, is something on your mind?” Kazuha had now walked towards you, face full of worry. Maybe there was something more to this than he thought, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint it.

“Mhm? I’m fine Kazu, I promise.” A soft smile made its way onto your face, Kazuha though felt like that wasn’t exactly the truth.

“Oh? You sure? Because… you keep on disturbing me during important times.” His face now leaned over yours, his lips ghosting over yours. He could only think you were doing this to get a reaction out of him—but he wouldn’t let you win that easily, he rather hoped to get a reaction out of you.

Your breath hitched at the closeness from Kazuha, his eyes burned deep into yours. Your face almost being the same shade as that of his eyes. Those beautiful crimsons eyes that you could look into forever.

He leaned his lips toward yours, kissing you to conceal your voice. Your thoughts vanished as you could only focus on the one kissing you. You felt the teasing smile Kazuha had while kissing you—knowing that he had clearly won this little battle.

“So…try not to disturb me anymore dove? Okay?”

Heizou had always had a knack to tease you at any given moment, and today certainty was that day. Rather it felt worse, so much more worse.

“Man alive… even with your sickness you still won’t take it?” You hated the grin that he held, clearly knowing that he had done this on purpose.

“It’s because I told you to get pills… not medicine! You already know how I feel about medicine heizou!”

“Well… maybe it’s time to over come your fears! So, which one will it be?” Instead of following your words, heizou decided to go with the medicine option instead. Knowing how much you hated taking medicine, it didn’t help that the options had a smell to them. He knows how bad the taste would be.

“Neither. They probably taste like shit.”

“Aww, don’t say that love, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Plus, don’t you want to get better?” Of course you did—you had to cancel a date you two had because of this sickness. But heizou was having his fun, making you pick between two things that he knew would cause you agony.

You knew you had to suck up it—even if it meant giving into his tactics. You knew eventually you would get him back.

“Fine! I’ll take that one…” you pointed towards the one heizou had on his left hand, a smile appearing onto his handsome face. That smile made you want to smack him.

“There we go! Look at you… growing up and overcoming your fears! Here…” his tone was full of teasing, happy as ever with the fact that his plan had worked.

He then handed you the bottle of medicine awaiting you, gulping at the thought of having to chug some of it down.

He stood next to you, waiting for you to swallow the medicine. His smile never left his face as you stared down at the medicine—it certainly didn’t help that the smell was so strong.

Chugging it down you heard heizou give you a “good job!” You ignored the comment as you finally let the medicine down your throat, the left over taste still in your mouth.

What heizou didn’t expect was for you to throw up… something he didn’t think would be possible considering it was medicine. Maybe he should have gone with the pills—now having to deal with you as you cursed at him for what he had done. But hey, at least he got a laugh out of it!

[wol-fica]

[ℝ𝔼ℂℍ𝔸ℤ𝔸𝕄𝔼]-ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - simpy down-bad reader back at it again, this time on a red carpet feature !

warnings - fluff, sprinkle of spice, make-out session

an - im planning on writing pt4 for Woe Is Me, it’s just been hard trying to figure out what the best plot line it should be. thank you so much to those who have been so patient, i applaud you for that

(THIS IS APART OF A SMALL SERIES, EACH CHAPTER WILL BE A WORD THAT STARTS WITH THE LETTER P, THE FIRST TWO ARE PRAISING AND PLEASING)

(see dress and suit)

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“Babe…” Jenna murmured from beside you, reaching out to grab your hand, “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, putting on a small smile, “I promise.”

The two of you were at a huge event for Jenna’s new movie with the Weeknd, and your anxiety was not happy with you. Ever since you arrived and saw the large crowd, your stomach has been clawing at your throat as soon as you stepped out of the car.

Jenna had done as much as she could to make you feel as comfortable as possible, but there was only so many things she could do. It’s not like she could remove the large crowd, and even if she could, there would still be tons of paparazzi in your face with big cameras and even bigger flashes.

Thankfully, she made sure you were always near her and tucked behind someone at all times so you wouldn’t be in the spotlight. Having bodyguards and stylists around her at all times made it very easy for you to hide from the publicity.

As of right now, you were standing sort of behind Enrique, his body being used as a shield so you wouldn’t have to see the photographers head on. Jenna was to your right, smiling for the cameras and posing whenever someone yelled her name.

“Jenna over here!”

“Look this way Jenna!”

“Jenna this way!”

“C’mon Jenna smile for me!”

“Big smile Jenna! Give me a pretty face!”

“This is intense.” You muttered to Enrique, cringing when the calls got slightly louder.

He laughed, leaning back ever so slightly to bump his shoulder to yours. “You get used to it, I promise.”

‘Definitely not’ You thought, shuffling over when someone wanted to pass. Big events and celebrity stuff was for Jenna, all you wanted and needed to be was her assistant who stayed silent and did what you were told. You also needed to be her girlfriend, someone to keep her anchored and sane in her hollywood world.

“We are gonna move into the theater soon.” Natalie said from your left, nudging your leg with her hand to get your attention, “Jenna has one more interview until we get to go in, so we can wait over there.”

“Okay.” You replied, glancing at your girlfriend before following Natalie to a more secluded spot on the carpet.

Once you both were situated, you turned to watch Jenna do her last interview for the night. She smiled and laughed, enthusiastically talking about the new movie and her previous projects that she loved so much. The joyful aura she was radiating had you swooning.

It was easy for you to just admire her, taking in her beauty from afar. She was a blessing from above, or what your mom liked to say, a nice plate of christmas ham; something that looks great and is enjoyed by all.

“Thank you so much!” The interviewer said to Jenna as she left.

She smiled and waved goodbye before turning towards you and Natalie, her eyes immediately finding yours. A slight blush came across her cheeks at the sight of you, her bottom lip slipping in between her teeth while her eyes scanned your body.

‘She’s checking me out’ You thought, rocking nervously on your feet.

“Are you ready?” Jenna’s manager asked her, causing her eyes to leave yours.

“Yeah! Let’s go enjoy the movie!” She said enthusiastically, looking at everyone while they all nodded.

You smiled at her, falling into step beside her when she slipped her hand into yours. She moved closer to you, slightly leaning into you so her mouth was near your ear.

“You look extremely handsome darling.” She murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I need to put you in suits more often.”

You blushed madly, a shy smile creeping onto your face. Jenna giggled at your reaction, bumping her shoulder against yours before standing up straighter when you both reached the entryway into the theater.

Once you were ushered to your seats, you were quick to take your suit jacket off and give it to Jenna. You knew how chilly it could get at these kind of viewings, and you also knew that Jenna gets cold very easily, so the best option was to just give her your jacket to avoid her getting grumpy.

“Thank you.” She said after you helped her out it on, “C’mere and sit.”

You obliged, sliding into the seat next to her. Immediately she took your hand and placed it on her thigh, both of her hands resting on top of your own. Her touch was soft, welcoming and warm for you to invade her space and be apart of it whenever you wanted to be.

“You’re cold.” Jenna noted, pulling your hand to the inside of her thigh, “And shaky, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little anxious.” You answered honestly, running your tongue along your teeth, “I’m fine though!”

Jenna glanced at your bouncing leg, then back to your shaky hand, and then stood up. She tugged you up with her, wordlessly walking out of the theatre and into the lobby. Very few people were there, just a couple directors and some security, but other than them it was empty.

“Jenna.” You said, curious to where she was taking you.

She stayed silent, dragging you along until she came face to face with the girls bathroom. She pushed the door open, pulling you inside and shutting it behind you when you crossed the threshold. The sound of the lock clicking hit your ears, but before you could comment you were being pushed up and onto the counter.

Jenna say you on the cold surface, nudging your knees apart with her own before settling in between your legs. Her hands found their way to rest on your thighs, and the she leaned up to kiss you.

Her lips were soft, plump and warm and tasting faintly of strawberries and stale lipstick. You kissed her back immediately, your hands automatically drifting up to cup her cheeks. It felt comfortable and natural to kiss her, especially when she squeezed your thigh and slid her tongue into your mouth when you let out a small gasp.

“Jenna.” Your moan was muffled by her kiss, body on fire from her touch.

“Shhh.” She murmured to you, kissing from the corner of your lips down to your collarbone, “Let me help you relax.”

You sighed, turning your head to the side to give her more room to mark your neck. Jenna pecked the underside of your jaw in response, her lips moving down to suck on your jugular.

“Y-your manager is g-gonna kill me…” You whisper, your eyes rolling from the feeling of her sucking a hickey onto your neck.

“They won’t do anything, you are not their property.” Jenna said, leaning back to look at what she did to you.

You turned your head, eyes widening at the sight. Your neck was covered in little dark spots, skin littered with hickeys all over. There was a slightly larger and darker one on your collarbone, a clear sign of Jenna’s possessive nature.

“You look…” She pondered for a moment, looking at you in the mirror, “Hot.”

You agreed, because you truly did look hot. With the marks all over your neck, and the way that your shirt was ruffled and undone down to your your bellybutton really helped to give you the part of the sexy butch bisexual.

“Thanks, I guess?” You responded, giving her a cheeky grin.

Jenna giggled, standing up on her tippy toes to kiss the tip of your nose. Her hand slipped into yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We need to go back.” You mumbled, tilting your head down to rest your forehead against hers while your eyes fell shut, “They are probably looking for you.”

“Let them.” Jenna replied, her other hand sliding around your waist to pull herself closer to you.

“But-?”

“Don’t.” She interrupted you, kissing your lips softly, “I don’t care if they need me, want me, or whatever. I’m here for you, because you need me.”

“Okay.” You whispered, scrunching your face up when she nudged her nose against yours, “We can stay.”

“Are you feeling better?” She asked, pulling back to grasp your chin gently, “Anything else I can do?”

You smirked, leaning your head into her palm, “You can kiss my some more, I don’t think you did enough.”

Jenna smiled, a light blush coating her cheeks.

“Always.”

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[mactavishwritings]

The Flare

Simon “Ghost” Riley x military!reader

smut 18+ MINORS DO NOT READ

a mission goes wrong and you two must hide in a safe house until you can be rescued.

I 100% got high when writing this so :-) i've decided that that there's not enough just plain vanilla, loving smut with Ghost so here I am.

A burning sensation ran through your shoulder and down to your fingertips. You were gasping for air as your Lieutenant pulled you through the forest. "Please! Ghost slow down." You cried out and Ghost pulled you roughly towards his chest. He clamped his hand down over your mouth to muffle your cries as a group of hostiles drove past the tree line. He held you tightly against his chest to help conceal you two better. "Fuckin' hell, (Y/N). Quiet or else they'll hear us. I know it hurts, but please." Ghost whispered into your ear and you nodded quickly, eyes squeezing shut as the pain from the bullet wound on your shoulder flared from the quick moments.

Once the coast was clear, Ghost pulled you away from the tree, further into the forest. You could hear the voices of the people looking for you two growing more distant the further in you got. You soon saw the safe house Price told you two about during the briefing. Ghost wrapped his arm tightly around your waist to help you. You two made it inside and you immediately moved towards the couch. "I think I'm dying." You grabbed your shoulder and Ghost rolled his eyes, watching the outside before turning back to you. "Lemme take a look." He walked over to kneel down beside the couch you were laying on. Ghost gently moved your vest off and pushed your sleeve up to expose the bloody wound you sported. "That was a stupid move you pulled back there." He mumbled to you as he dressed the wound. "You would've been taken if I hadn't so I don't wanna hear it." You snapped back at the man, who just shook his head.

"And now look at us, (Y/N). You're hurt and we're stranded. Gonna have to contact Price to see when the helo can come get us. Could be days or weeks cause how deep we are." Ghost's eyes shot up to meet yours and your eyes filled with tears, caused by both the pain from your shoulder wound and the adrenaline finally subsided, only to leave you with the fear and anxiety that you had been suppressing. "Oh... Baby please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." You watched Ghost's shoulders drop and he reached up to pull his balaclava off, reveling your boyfriend, Simon. "I'm just being dramatic." You quickly recovered, trying to push away the tears. Simon pushed your good shoulder down against the couch to hold you down. "Stop. It's okay to feel upset. You got fuckin' shot, baby." You reached up and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. He was quick to recover and wrapped one of his arms around your waist, lifting you off the couch as you cried into his neck. Simon used his free hand to support your wounded shoulder and just held you until you calmed.

You sighed softly as you pulled away from Simon and he placed a kiss on your forehead. He kissed your forehead a couple more times before moving back to your shoulder. You rested your head on his arm as you grunted in pain. "Almost done, hun. Stick with me." Simon smiled at you and he soon was wrapping your shoulder up. "There we go, all finished." He leaned back on his heels and you sat up, looking down at your shoulder. "God the reports on this mission..." You groaned, rubbing your temples and Simon chuckled, rubbing your back slowly. "Don't worry about that now. I'm gonna contact Price and let him know what went down. Stay, got it?" Simon stood, grabbing his satellite phone and called Price, letting him know that you two had to go to the safe house and that you had been shot. He reached down and start running his fingers through your hair, nails scrapping against your scalp.

"Got it. We'll stay put until then. Thanks." Simon hung up the phone and turned his attention back at you, seeing your eyes had shut and a smile had formed on your lips. He leaned down and kissed your head and your eyes shifted up towards him. "Hey pretty girl. Looks like we're gonna be here for a bit. Cap says they're not able to send out the helo for 3 days. So it's just gonna be us for a bit. Mini vacation for us then." You nodded and stood up. "I wanna get some sleep. Is there a bedroom in here?" You stretched your good side before Ghost lead you to what seemed like the only bedroom in the house. "Rest up. I'll take first watch." Simon kissed your head and led you to what seemed like the only bedroom in the house. "No. Come lay down with me, please. We barely get moments like this anymore. You're always so busy and I very rarely wake up with you." You pulled his arm towards the bed and Simon nodded. "Deal. I would never turn that down."

You smiled as you stripped yourself of your gear, boots, and pants and climbed into the smallish bed. it barely fit the two of you together, but you liked that it forced you two closer. Simon's big arm wrapped itself around your waist and pull you closer so that your back was against his chest. You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, your wounded shoulder resting on his pec. Simon kissed your head before his kisses trailed down to your neck. You sighed happily, chin tilting upwards to allow him more room. Simon's hand rested on your hip, gently squeezing. "Si..." You tried to crane your neck to see him better, but he forced your head forward. "Shh. Let me take care of you." Simon planted a kiss behind your ear before gently turning your body to lay flat on the bed. You whined and tried to relax your body, legs sliding apart to allow Simon a space. Simon leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, his hand trailed down your body. You gasped and his fingers drew circles around your left nipple. Simon chuckled, kissing your temple. "There she is..."

Your eyes squeezed shut as he tweaked your nipple. You were on edge; Simon teasing your chest as you nearly humped his thigh. You could feel yourself tense, but with every tensing of your body, the worse your shoulder pulsed. You forced yourself to retouch on your breathing and Simon's touch, feeling his fingers trace patterns over the thin material of your shirt. "Off please." You asked, making eye contact with Simon finally. The man nodded, lifting your shirt up slowly and took it off your body, leaving you only in your panties. Simon watched as your body pressed down on his knee, your clothed core dragging up and down his pant leg. "So pretty. Missed having this view; you laying under me." Simon squeezed your hip twice before pinning it down against the mattress. You whined louder at the loss of friction, grabbing desperately at Simon's shirt. He hushed you again and slowly lifted the waistband of your panties, pushing them down your legs to your ankles.

"My pretty angel. Let me take care of you." Simon undid his belt quickly and pushed his pants to his knees, the weight of his cock bounce with heft. You sighed happily and angled your hips upwards, giving Simon a perfect view of your soaked center. Simon's fingers dropped from your nipples to draw circles around your clit. You cried out at the sensation, hips bucking up and Simon pressed them back down onto the bed. "Calm, pretty girl. In due time." You nodded, desperate for him to touch you in any capacity. He drew faster circles before his fingers slipped deep inside of you, causing you to moan his name. Simon smile widen as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, reaching as deep as he could before curling his fingers and pulling upwards. Your hand grabbed his wrist and your back arched; the wet sound of your cunt filling the room.

Simon slipped his fingers out of your cunt before angling his hips down, his cock head laying right at your entrance. You could feel the weight of the world hang in this moment, wanting nothing more than to explode, to send a flare up for Simon to see and cradle. Simon cupped your cheek before pushing himself into you, inch by inch. You gasped for air as Simon pulsed into you. "Simon!" You cried out and Simon groaned under his breath, his thrust beginning to quicken in pace. He continued to hold your face, kissing you sweetly as his hips connected with yours over and over again. Your moans contrasted with Simon's; yours getting high with each thrust as his got deeper. Your good arm reached up to wrap around Simon's neck, pulling him in deep for a kiss. Simon smiled widely into the kiss, using your body to thrust deeper.

"You're so beautiful, angel. Almost there, hold on for me a little longer." You nodded, eyes screwed shut as the flare return in your belly, growing larger and brighter with each passing moment. With each snap of his hip, you could feel yourself being dragged towards your cliff and you were ready to drive nose first into Simon. You wanted to surround yourself in everything Simon and he would gladly take all of you if you asked him. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulder and Simon leaned down, kissing you sweetly once more before pulling back to whisper in your ear, "come for me, my love."

You felt the flare build up before exploding into fireworks behind your eyes. Your back lifted so far off the bed and Simon wrapped his arm under you for support as your thighs shakes violently. Simon's hips sputtered as he came, pressed deep to paint your walls. You moaned loudly at the sensation of his seed filling you up. "Bloody fucking hell, (Y/N). I am going to spend the next three days filling your sweet pussy up until you've had your fill." Simon said with a sickly sweet smile on his face. He turned you over so that you were back in your cuddling position, still stuff deep inside you. "Sleep. I'll wake you in the morning, yeah? I'm gonna stay in you the whole night, just to make sure you're full." Simon kissed your neck before you snuggled against his chest. You nodded and felt sleep creep around your eyes.

You felt one last kiss before drifting off to sleep, being surrounded everything Simon Riley.

[amazingmsme]

A Little Closer

AN: a day late, but I’m trying to catch up. Decided last minute to change today’s yesterday’s prompt cause I’m desperate for more boz content! Just some wholesome father son bonding because we were honestly robbed. Hope y’all enjoy!

Zeus was anxious for what lay ahead. He had no doubt that his son was a capable fighter; he'd proven himself as such time and time again. But what they were going up against scared even him. Yet, what he was most afraid of, was losing his son before he had the chance to know him. Really know him.

And so he pushed him, probably harder than he should have, if he were being honest. He wasn't blind to Heron's fury, nor his contempt towards him, but Zeus couldn't bring himself care about that. Not now. Not when Heron's life was on the line.

He could sense his son's growing frustrations. A losing streak on the training field never felt good, but it was especially anxiety inducing when you're painfully aware of an important battle looming on the horizon.

Heron needed a break to rest his body and clear his mind. He'll improve drastically after a nap and a quick bite to eat, but his helpful suggestions went ignored. Zeus knew he was tired- exhausted even. He remembered back when Athena and Ares would train like this. He smiled at the fond memory. The only way to get them to stop had been...

Zeus looked down at Heron on the field, teeth clenched in a mixture of determination and pain. When he closed his eyes, he saw Heron relaxed; shoulders slack with a warm, genuine smile.

Zeus didn't want Heron's only fond memories of him to be ssssswhen he was disguised.

"Heron, why don't you come here for a second? I think I know something that might help," he called out, hiding his mischief behind a sliver of truth.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked as he approached.

"I can't just tell you! You gotta come here," Zeus instructed. Heron rolled his eyes, but complied.

“This better be good.”

"It is, I promise. Ares and Athena themselves trained using this very method." He noticed the way Heron perked up as he spoke. "It's something I taught them, and hope to teach you now."

"Really?" Heron tried to mask his excitement before doubt crept in. "But... what if I'm not as good as they are?"

"Nonsense, you're a natural!" he encouraged by slinging an arm around his shoulders, jostling him playfully. "Just do what I say, alright?" He nodded, waiting expectantly.

“Alright now, close your eyes,” he instructed, and Heron did so. “Good. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Reach your arms toward the sun, really feel the stretch,” he advised, slowly walking around behind him.

“Can I breathe now?” Heron asked, voice strained.

“Oh! Yes, you can breathe,” he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Slowly exhale, and release all the tension in your body.”

“What’s the point of this, exactly?” Heron questioned, clearly annoyed and skeptical of the seemingly pointless exercise.

“The point is to learn to relax and ground yourself,” he said gently.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’m nowhere near ready, and I’m sorry, but breathing and stretching isn’t gonna stop the giants!” he yelled, and Zeus could hear the underlying panic lacing his voice. He sighed, subconsciously agreeing with him.

“You don’t think I know that? Heron, I just want you to take care of yourself. Listen to your body and take a break when you need to.”

“I don’t need a break,” he insisted, fixing him with a harsh glare. Zeus only smiled with a wistful sigh.

“That’s what Ares and Athena used to say. And you wanna know what I told them?”

“What?”

“Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you. It’s a secret.” Heron shook his head, but did as he was told. “Little closer.” He rolled his eyes, taking another step to close the gap. Zeus threw a large arm around his smaller frame, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Heron swore he wasn’t even saying real words. Heron scrunched his face as he tried to listen, cupping his ear as he leaned in. “Huh?”

“Gotcha!”

Heron screamed in shock when he felt himself lift off the ground in a crushing hug. He felt fingers dig into his sides and he bit back a giggly yelp.

“You and your siblings are all the same. Too stubborn to take a break unless someone makes you,” he teased, flashing a bright smile. Heron couldn’t bear to look and turned away, desperate to hide his own giddy grin.

“Y-you trihihicked mehehe!”

“I did no such thing! I really did used to do this with Athena and Ares!”

“You sahahaid ihit would hehehelp!” he cried, weakly shoving against the arms wrapped around his waist.

“Laughter always helps!” he reasoned as he scratched up his ribs, earning a snort. “Heh, sounds like you inherited your old man’s laugh,” he reached up to ruffle his hair. A dark blush spread across Heron’s cheeks as he struggled in his hold.

His hands crawled higher and a loud shriek filled the air as Heron thrashed around in his grip. “Noho! Not thehehere, plehehease!” he begged through bubbly giggles, holding one hand at bay with both of his. Zeus attacked his other side and he immediately crumbled, allowing the other hand to reach its target.

“Not where? Oh, you mean here?” he asked, feigning ignorance as he shoved his hands under his arms. Heron howled with laughter, pressing his arms against his sides and kicking the air uselessly. “Yeah, that does seem like a bad spot,” he mused, deciding to make matters worse and drill his thumbs in his hollows, drawing slow circles.

Heron was wheezing and cackling, using one hand to muffle his voice and the other to fend off the invading hands.

“Knohohock ihit ohohoff alreadyyy!” he whined, kicking in time with his giggles. Zeus couldn’t imagine a cuter sight.

“I suppose I could…” he trailed off in thought, drumming his fingers against Heron’s sides to keep him squirming. “If you promise to take a break from training. Just for a few hours to let yourself rest, then you can get right back to it,” he bargained. And, well, Heron wasn’t really in a position to negotiate.

“Fihihine! I’ll tahahake aha stupid break!” he cried out through his hysterics. Zeus wore a proud smirk, vibrating a clawed hand over his belly, allowing just the smallest amount of electricity to flow through his fingertips as he did so. Heron threw his head back, cackling wildly as he curled into a protective, twitchy ball of nerves.

“There, was that so hard?”

True to his word, Zeus relented after that. He set him back on the ground once he was sure Heron had found his footing, ruffling his hair one last time. Heron huffed out a residual chuckle and smacked the hand away, light enough to let him know he didn’t really mind.

“Well, you didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure,” he sassed, not bothering to hide the lingering smile still gracing his features.

“Ha! Only because I know you can take it,” he joked, punching his son in the shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, shaking him lightly.

“How thoughtful,” he teased back, feeling more relaxed.

Zeus wore a soft, fond expression. “Get some rest son. You’ve earned it.” Heron stood a little taller, his smile more authentic.

“Thanks, I will… Dad.”

Every day, the looming battle grew a little closer. But so did they.

[after-the-end-times]

THE HOPE OF IT ALL

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As the 1992 election results started to roll in, The Party were glued to the tv in Steve and Eddie's apartment.

It had been a long time since they'd had a Democrat come this close to winning the Presidency. They all lived for too long under Reagan and then George H W Bush and now they were all watching to see if Bill Clinton could keep Bush from getting a second term.

"Do we really think he's gonna-"

"Shhhh!," Dustin cuts Robin off, "What did I say about jinxing this! No. Predicting!"

Robin mimed zipping her lips closed while she pulled her foot onto the couch. She gave a quick kick that sent him flailing onto the floor.

"Hey! I'm trying to win you an election here and that's how you act! Hmph! And not even a thank you for my effort!"

Robin pointed at her zipped together lips and shrugged faux sadly.

"Ok!," Steve stood up, stopping the inevitable slap fight, "I'm making more popcorn. Who needs another pop?"

Everyone raised their hands as Steve stepped gingerly through and around everyone sprawled on the living room floor. Eddie met his eyes and got up to follow him into the kitchen.

While they hoped it'd be a shut out (Clinton's popularity amongst both Dems and some Republicans was pretty high) they wouldn't know for sure until all the polls closed and the numbers came in.

And until then, they tried not to let the worry gnaw through their stomachs.

They were silent as Steve unwrapped bags of popcorn to put in the microwave and Eddie grabbed cans from the fridge.

Eddie lined the pops up on the bar top between the kitchen and living room and spoke through the opening, "Hey Will, can you hand these out?"

He waited to see Will and El standing to grab them before he turned back to Steve. He stepped up to Steve's back and wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't tell Dustin I said so," he said lowly against Steve's shoulder, "but Clinton's gonna win."

He drags his mouth along Steve's shoulder and mutters into hair, "He's gotta win. We can't do four more years of Bush. Four more years of him not caring about people, our friends, dying."

Steve emptied the last popcorn bag into a bowl and turned in Eddie's arms and hugged him close.

"We're not jinxing," he whispered back, "we're hoping. How can we get change without hope?"

They held each other a few more minutes until Robin came in. She passed the bowls of popcorn across the counter to Lucas and turned back to Steve and Eddie.

She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the ceiling above their heads, "We're gonna get this. It's gonna happen. And things are gonna get better. They have to. I just can't get this churning dread out of my stomach. Cause what if-"

Before she could put that thought out there, they pulled her into their hug and held her tight. She knew that no matter what happened, they'd have each other, but it was still terrifying. That what-if.

With one last deep breath and hard look between the three, they smoothed their expressions to hide their anxiety and rejoined the kids.

Except. It was finally 8:30 and hope was on the rise. As were the shouts and, yes, predictions getting yelled around the living room.

Because the midwest was going blue. State by state: Michigan, Ohio, and then their new home, Illinois. Blue!

Even southern states were going blue, which none of them could believe. First Georgia and then Tennessee!

Some states were still going to Bush, of course. Big ones like Florida and Texas.

Steve handed $5 over to Eddie when their home state of Indiana stayed red.

But then at 9.30, the tentative hope everyone held tightly to their chests exploded into cheers and whoops when California and Pennsylvania went to Clinton.

"WE WON!", the kids screamed while they jumped up and down.

Steve and Eddie kissed hard and pulled each other into a tight hug.

Robin jumped on top of them from the couch, "I told you! I told you we'd win! Ha!"

The phone on the wall immediately started ringing. Steve pulled away and pushed his way through the wall of bodies to reach it.

Through the space between the kids' heads, Eddie saw Steve answer the phone grinning so hard his eyes did that scrunchy thing he loved so much.

In the instant, he was filled with so much love.

For Steve.

For his friends, here and gone.

For Wayne, who he needed to call if that wasn't him on the phone already.

And even, honestly, surprisingly for all his fellow citizens who came together to bring them this hope and possibility of a better future.

~fin~

[jacksfandomrandom]

How Eve Became Steve: Chapter 2

Summary: Vicky has some explaining to do

When Vicky woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom on a plush and comfortable bed. He knew that this wasn’t the dorms anymore. Mainly because their beds were barely comfortable at all. What was even more strange was that he couldn’t see out of his left eye. Something was covering it. He tried to get up but was right away attacked with a burst of pain shooting up his back. 

“Aagh!” He cried.

His little burst of pain had caused footsteps to start rushing towards him. He wanted to hide but couldn’t move. The door opened and the kind blond man from before stood in the doorway. He saw Vicky trying to get up and rushed over.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to move just yet,” Charlie walked over to his side with a couple of flying goats following behind him.

“Wh-why should I trust you?!” Vicky tried to rebut. This was hell, what if he tried to kill him or assault him?!

“Because I patched up all your injuries even though you’re literally an exorcist angel?” Charlie replied. Victor was about to say something but cut himself off. He was right. Why would someone patch him up just to end up killing him? That would be a waste of bandages and cleaning supplies.

“I… I guess you’re right…” He mumbled.

“Great! Now, I think you’ve bled through the gauze. Mind if I change your bandages?” Charles asked. That’s when Vicky realized that there were bandages on his back. These weren’t like the ones he would try to hide his chest with either. They actually had gauze and everything. But in order to even wrap them that would mean Charlie had seen his chest…

“Y-you bandaged my back?!” He yelled, a little angry.

“Yeah, it was a bloody mess! I wasn’t just gonna let you bleed to death!” The prince yelled back. The idea that Charlie now knew he wasn’t a real boy and he couldn’t start a new made him just get more upset. He didn’t mean to sound angry. His tone just tended to sound mad whenever he was overwhelmed or panicking.

“You saw my-!” Victor quickly cut himself off and quickly covered his mouth once realizing what he was about to say

“What? Your chest?” he said back with a more softer tone. Vicky wanted to yell again, but just didn’t have the energy. He felt like crying. With Charlie being so straightforward about it, it just made the situation feel much more big and made his anxiety grow. So he pulled his knees to his chest and hid his face before nodding. Charlie sighed and sat next to him. The angel looked to be more upset about him seeing it, not even the idea that he could’ve abused them. His priorities were a little mixed up but Charlie had an idea as to why.

“Victor… Are you… trans? Like, a boy born in the wrong body?” He asked, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Vicky took another deep breath to try and stop himself from going into an anxiety attack, and nodded slowly, still hiding his face. 

“Was why I fell…” He mumbled very quietly, his voice cracking as a few tears leaked out. 

Charlie couldn’t say he was shocked. It was something that was pretty typical of heaven to do. But by the looks of it, it seemed like the angel had just come out. Like he didn’t even have anytime to start to socially transition. 

“I- I just wanted to tell my friend. I thought ‘Maybe she’ll accept me and give me a boy’s haircut’ but I was wrong. She… She stabbed my eye out and ripped off my wings in front of everyone…called me a sinful tranny,” Vicky started to softly sob as he recalled and processed everything that happened. He had no friends now, no family. All of his stuff was left in heaven, he couldn’t fly anymore or see out of his left eye. His life turned to shit all in 32 hours.

“Victor… I am so sorry,” Charlie wrapped his arms around him, avoiding the back injuries and gave him a hug.

He sobbed into Charlie’s arms, getting snot and tears all over his white dress shirt. After a while, he seemed to have calmed down a little and was now just sniffling as he wiped away stray tears. It felt a little strange, getting comforted by someone who was practically a stranger, but fuck, he really needed that hug. 

“Alright, now that you’re calm, how about I give you a haircut and you can take a bath before I give you some new bandages?” Charlie suggested, pulling away from the hug. Victor looked up at him and smiled, his eyes filled with hope and gratitude. 

Charlie carefully picked him and carried him to the bathroom. He set Vicky down on a stool and handed him a magazine to pick out the style he wanted, while he grabbed the hair cutting kit.

“My apologies for the genre of magazine. Most of hell’s media is sex stuff. But I’m sure there’s a few hair styles you’d like in there,” He said while rummaging through the cabinet.

“Huh, there seems to be a page ripped out in the ‘sexiest men’ award section…” Vicky said, teasingly. Charlie blushed madly and hid his face. Suddenly, Victor laughed. It was a small giggle but it was so adorable that Charlie couldn’t help himself from smiling too.

Once Charlie got out the hair cutting kit, Victor picked out a style. The reference was a picture of a man with the right side of his head shaved and the left side was a medium length that went over his eye.

“Can I have this one? but I don’t want this side to be shaved, just shorter than it is now” He pointed to the picture.

“Yeah, I can do that! It looks pretty easy,” Charlie exclaimed, putting a towel over his shoulders and picking up the scissors.

It didn’t take too long but when it was done, Vicky practically cried out of happiness. He actually looked somewhat like a boy! His hair was short and looked so boyish! He loved it! He ran his hands through the choppy short hair and almost flapped his hands from joy. He controlled it though, not wanting to seem like a freak in front of the one person who seemed to care.

“Thank you so much, Charlie. You have no idea how much this means to me,” Victor said, giving him a hug from the stool.

“Hey, It’s no problem. I love to help out. Now, do you need help with the bath?” Charlie asked.

“No, I think I should be good.” 

“Alright. Well, when you get out, just tell me and I’ll come help with the bandages, okay?” He got out a towel and swept the floor a little. Vicky nodded and Charlie soon left. For the first time in a long time, Vicky somewhat liked his experience. Maybe falling wasn’t so bad after all.

[toska-writes]

I’d like to request something with delta squad and padawan reader on a joint mission, if possible. Maybe scorch and reader causing trouble or just some other headcanons if possible! Please take your time responding, thank you

So it was a little different then what you said but I hope it’s just as good!

“The Wager”

Summary: A crazy mission with the delta squad is always something to remember- now a crazy demolition man is making things way more interesting

Paring: Delta Squad x Reader (plllllatonic)

Warning: None! Have fun

Word count: 1087

Notes: the sibling banter in this was literally so much fun and I really like writing for the Delta Squad I found out

This time it wasn't your fault that something blew up, but for some reason all heads snapped in your direction.

"If you haven't noticed a certain commando in yellow isn't here to defend himself and it wasn't me!" Your hands flew up in a mock surrender now that your presence was known on this 'stealth mission'

"But last time you nearly killed Sev kid so the bar has been raised a little higher this time." Boss said while nodding his head to the side to get the rest of the squad to better cover now that some of the forest was going up in blaze.

"Sev shoved me so when the detonator went off everyone looked right past him!" You whispered yelled as you all repositioned so you could have a clear look towards the outpost. Or what was last.

"It was a nudge and it wasn't my fault that you blew over like a leaf." Sev defended himself but earned a choir of 'shhhhh'

With a last attempt at having the last words you quickly added under your breath. "Maybe you can carry it next time and I’ll just do happen to slip."

Sev glared at you again and if he didn't have his helmet on you could almost see him sticking his tongue out at you.

“Just hope that di’kut didn’t blow up the information we needed.” Boss said to the group.

It was Fixers turn now to try to get you all back on track, he came behind a ruffled your hair slightly then spoke to the rest of the deltas "let's continue with the mission and make sure Scorch didn't kill himsel as well.”

The bombs really weren't suppose to go off until you were closer to the building making your entrance less of a hassle.

Somehow to Fixer and Boss's dismay the missions always seemed to steer off the tracks- actually they went so far off the tracks they created their own, and that one was held together with a lot of glue and prayer.

You took pride in knowing that you were half of this problem. Normally the other half was next to you and never with his mouth shut.

The last mission when you were with this squad was... well it was your second time and everyone was still trying to figure things out.

But when somehow the ship crashed, you and fixer fell through the floor and into a little droid meeting, Scorch and yourself played catch with a bomb giving Boss a migraine, and still somehow managed getting the job done was a great way to quickly bond with the squad.

Boss watched as you each took position around before you quietly made your way closer. The fact that there still was no sign of Scorch concerned him a little, but he knew that if anyone was harder to kill then a bug it was Scorch.

The outpost was just in sight with an unusual cloud of dust and debris coming off the back. The Deltas spent way to long carefully placing those bombs around the landscape just for them to be useless essentially.

"Scorch won't answer his comm." Fixer voice crackled through their helmets. His voice was bordering over uneasiness and anxiety.

You looked to the hiding place of the other squad memebers, a small buzz seemed to sound in your ear. The ground under your feet shook slightly with shock of a distant force coming closer.

Not paying much heed to Boss who seemed to be going over another plan, you walked out from behind your makeshift barricade and stood near the opening to investigate.

"Oh great the kiddo over here is gonna get us all killed." You heard Sev hiss through the comms but you couldn't stop now.

"If you kept quite you might hear it too." You quipped back over your shoulder and into your comm.

For a second nobody dared to even breath, the anticipation rose as the boys watched you walk further and further out into the clearing as they tried to listen too.

Boss had his blaster trained near you just in case someone did try anything while you were.... Distracted. He didn't really know how the force worked but it seemed like too much to remeber. Maybe he'll ask you or Fixer later.

Over the horizon was were you could tell the sound was coming from. The sun seemed to set perfectly behind where Scorch came running to meet up with the group followed by about a dozen battle droids.

Wait a dozen battle droids.

“I GOT IT BOYS I GOT IT.” Scorch seemed way to happy in the position he was in. He held up what looked to be his cracked datapad.

Blaster fire started raining down from both sides, you tried your best to make sure Scorch didn’t get picked off.

“I take that back, he’s going to get us all killed.” Sev gruffly said in between firing.

A long string of curses both you could understand and some you couldn’t spilled out of the leader of the Deltas as he ran to Scorch to try and help him.

You could practically feel the smile radiating off of Scorch as he continued to run back to you.

“Fixer get the ship ready.” Boss spoke clearly through the comms.

Scorch came to a stop at your side quickly showing you the datapad. “Beat that time for a mission complete.”

“I don’t think that,” you vaguely gestured to the chaos that ensued in his wake. “Counts as a great job well done.”

The commando bumped shoulders with you as you both made a beeline for the ship that was touching down.

“Your just upset I get a few credits because I beat your time mate.”

Followed closely behind by the rest of the squad you all somehow by a miracle maybe got onto the ship without a scratch.

Quickly going to your bag on the ship you pulled a few credits out and reluctantly handed them over, adding. “At least I didn’t have to blow anything up or go against the plan and piss of Boss to win last time.”

“You know they’re right.” Boss stood behind you now as Sev went to join Fixer in the cockpit; with a smile on his face knowing just what was about to go down. “But I do need a word with you Scorch.”

You quickly did a ‘oooooo’ as you also retreated into the cockpit taking a seat by Fixer.

You’ll get those credits back next time- no matter what.

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[aliskzoo]

To Atone for your Sins

“Well darling, all we want to do is help you. Don’t you think they deserve it?”

Homicidal outbreaks, drug littered streets and more menacing people than ever are starting to leak through the cracks of the city walls. And you don’t want a single bite of it. So, when one of your new found friends gets himself caught up in trouble, will you pick up old habits to help, or will you crawl back into hiding?

This story will include scenes of violence and graphic themes, some instances of stalking, and other themes that some viewers may find uncomfortable. I will always specific what is in each chapter, but this is just an overall warning for the rest of this story.

Genre: Action, angst, mature.

Pairing: Ateez, some skz members as well cause why not~

Chapter One: Fuck Fate

900+ words

Warnings// swearing, alcohol, men being weird, kinda talk about religion but not really. Don’t think I’m missing anything. And yes this is based in a strip club.

Authors note: hiiiii, so this is the first chapter for my first series ha. Any and all feedback is very much appreciated. Also the chapters will get larger in terms of words and length, this first chapter is just kinda an introduction to the oc. Enjoy :)

I don’t remember much before this.

Well, that’s a lie. But for the sake of my own sanity, and new identity I ignore it.

All the nightmares, the anxiety…. the guilt.

One person shouldn’t have to go through so much. But I guess fate had other plans for me.

You know what, fuck fate. It landed me here, surrounded by old rich men, willing to spend all their life savings on one night of mediocre pleasure. Around other girls, who are either incurable alcoholics, walking drug mules or are too innocent for their own good. So yeah, fuck fate, or fuck whatever God that runs this absolute shit show of a world.

The girls are ok though, as much as I judge them, they’re all nice. But this place just seems to suck the life out of people, drowning all the bearable moments in copious amounts of average liquor.

This bar seems to either only use the money they get on more alcohol, like we need anymore, or the god damn lights that are blinding me on this rickety old stage. At least my set is nearly over for the night, maybe I should go check on Chuck, he’s always got more money to give me. And maybe I should check on-

“Lucy!”

Shit, I’m just standing here aren’t I. Dammit, now I’m gonna look like an-

“Lucy!”

I did it again didn’t I?

“I’m comin’ Mary, don’t get those lace panties in a twist.” I say as I come off the stage, instantly feeling the temperature difference as I move away from the lights.

“Don’t come at me with that attitude honey, you were just standing there for a whole minute! If anything you should be thanking me for saving your ass-“

“Don’t you have a set to start Mary?”

“Oh shit!”

Oh Mary, if anything she’s just as bad as me when it comes to rambling on. Except I seem to enjoy doing it in my own head, on stage, in front of an audience of paying customers, embarrassing the absolute shit out of myself. But hey, the more I do that, the more pity money I get so I can’t really complain.

As I walk from backstage onto the floor, I spot one of my favourite regulars sitting at the end of the bar, sipping his usual gin tonic. “Why is he one of your favourite customers?” you may ask. Well, because he gives me his money and DOESN’T except me to suck him off. Crazy right?

“Look who’s here on his only night off!” patting his shoulder and letting it linger there juust a little, circling around him to the other side of the bar and picking up the liquor to give him a refill.

“To see my favourite girl of course!” He yells, drawing attention from the greedy men in the audience, some of which who HAVE asked me to suck them off.

“Now now Jisung, no need to get all possessive of me”

“I can’t help it Lucy, you’re a gorgeous girl, and sweet let me tell ya. These greedy fuckers don’t deserve a single second of your time!” God, he really knows how to flatter a girl doesn’t he?

The conversation slowly went into Jisung explaining his day as I cleaned up behind the bar. Every now and then looking up to see him in his own little bubble, explaining his day with his whole body. God he really should be some kind of performer, maybe I should ask if he wants another job? Although he’d probably say no to stripping.

“-I swear Lucy, this guy was HUGE!” He continued, stretching out his arms like he was trying to show me how big the dude really was. He has a thing for over exaggerating.

“Well there’s no chance he’s bigger then you.” That’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever said, but it still makes the tips of Jisung’s ears turn pink.

“Ha, uhh- I mean, obviously! Just look at these guns-“ this is probably the 100th time he’s flexed his arms to me in the last hour, but I gotta say he is quite the looker.

The night from then is kinda boring, I had to go back and forth from the stage and the bar. Had a couple private sessions, which jisung wasn’t too happy with, but besides that it was pretty quiet, typical for a Tuesday night.

And finally, I’m clocking out and leaving this shit hole for a whole 10 hours. The last thing I wanna do right now though is think about the long shift I have tomorrow. Walking out of the ridiculously hot bar and into the crispy air of the night is a feeling I will never get over. A breathe of fresh air, literally. God I can’t wait to pass out when I get home, just wanna block out the rest of the wor-

“LuCy! Lucy!”

Oh for fucks sake!

“Yeah Craig, why aren’t you onto the next bar? We closed an hour ag-“

“Help me- help me please, Lucy I’m begging you”

“Craig seriously, I’m not in the mood for this bullshit again”

“No I’m serious! Lucy please, I need a place to sta-“

“NO! Nope, not happening”

“Bu-“

“Go home to your wife and kids Craig.”

And with that, he was off. Running through the alleyway, stumbling over garbage cans and his own feet towards the street and out of sight.

Why do customers seriously think that the pity party they throw is gonna get them in to our beds. It ain��t our fault their wives find out their spending every penny on strippers and alcohol. God I hope I don’t wake up in the morning, I don’t wanna deal with Craig’s whining bullshit at the asscrack of midday about how I should’ve let him come home with me. We’ll see what happens, I guess.

[rrelationshipadvice]

Hi, I'm in a bit of a crisis and I hope this'll help somehow. It's gonna be a bit long, so sorry in advance.

So, me and my boyfriend have been together for seven years, we're in our mid-twenties.

Last week we had a major argument which started with me trying to tell him that I think I may have social anxiety and may want to talk to a psychiatrist about it. However we never reached that part because he started attacking me for being irrational when I said that I didn't think doing quiz online to find out if I had social anxiety would work, as I know all the symptoms and I'm afraid I'll just answer them to get the diagnosis I want. I do believe I have it, I do believe I always have, but a few recent episodes (and studying it in my psychiatry course in uni) made me quite sure.

I got hurt from that comment, and told him that him being hypochondriac was being "irrational" too, and that it wasn't anything bad, as he made it seem to be.

He got really mad, telling me that he's never been irrational once, that his phobia is well justified (please trust me that it is not, and it's been quite difficult understanding how to approach it, and I've always tried to be supportive and reassuring in the past few years).

(Just for an example: he once woke me up telling me that he made a strange movement with his head and he was sure he ruptured his carotid, I of course examined him, and then told him it was not possible, explained why and talked about the mechanics of arteries and what would a ruptured carotid mean. He thanked me and we went back to sleep.)

What really got me, though, is that he told me that I often fail to reassure him when he's anxious, so he just fakes being fine and then calls his mom or googles his fear and just... Stays anxious without telling me.

I felt completely humiliated, as I have been trying to help him for at least four years now, listening to his concerns, telling him to go to doctors when I couldn't be sure something was completely harmless (I study medicine but I am not a doctor and I am not infallible of course), and he thanked me and told me he understood and was really fine.

So I got really angry myself because I am being lied to since we were like 19, and I just feel like an idiot thinking of all the times I was happy to see his anxiety reduce when he was just waiting to be alone to google how I was wrong.

I'm not angry about the lack of trust, honestly, I think he has a serious anxiety problem (he refuses to go to anyone about it because yeah, he doesn't think he has one), but I can't believe he lied to my face for years.

I know it comes from a place of love, he didn't want me worrying about him, but what was the plan? When we eventually live together he'll just hide himself somewhere and be anxious hoping I don't catch him?

And yeah, I know I may not have always good at addressing his concerns, especially at the beginning I wasn't understanding and maybe dismissed him, and I'm really sorry about it, I just didn't know that those were serious concerns that caused him anxiety, as he didn't tell me at first. Now I always try to explain everything so that he understands why something is very unlikely or just impossible, but if he told me he wasn't being reassured I would have changed my approach.

So we yelled a bit at each other and then I asked him what was I supposed to do now when he came to me with a medical problem, and he didn't know.

We are now at this impasse and I'm still so hurt after a week and I'm not sure how to move on from this.

And of course it doesn't help that the moment I needed him to help me decide what to do with my anxiety I couldn't even reach the question. And in the past, when I told him about my fears, because I tell him when they get out of control, I often got comments like "you know that's not normal, right?" or "why would you even think that?" In a weird tone, so I'm not sure what the reaction will be when I explain some other of my fears (I know that they're illogical, of course, but it doesn't mean anything to my mind).

So yeah, I talked with a friend who knows both of us and she said that I'm really good at explaining medical things and reassuring people, and she didn't think I did anything wrong, and maybe I should talk with his mom (from whom I think he got part of his hypochondria). My aunt asked me if I still wanted to be with him, and I'll talk with my mom, but I am really lost and hurt and confused at the moment, so what should I do?

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[alaska386]

F!Bsd anime watcher in the bsd world…

Brief information for the F!bsd anime watcher(I’ll name her Victoria cuz I say so):

-Name: Victoria [last name I’ll just type ‘XXX’ in the introduction time(s)]

-Gender: Female, Pronouns: She/Her

-Age: 14 years old (idk how to write thoughts, behaviour, moods, goals that are ‘mature’ like adults’ ones cuz idk what they think so I set her as a teenager for myself to write this thing easier)

-Ability: Yall are gonna vote on if she’s gonna have an ability from nowhere

-Sexuality: Bisexual

-Nationality: Chinese(I don’t wanna accidentally write some racist stuff if I say American or British or whatsoever)

-Languages she knows/understands/speaks: Chinese/Mandarin/Putonghua(Don’t worry I won’t make her speak Chinese in the story-), fluent English

-Likes: Music(Classical, Relaxing ones are her preferences), Anime and Mangas(not patient enough to read a full series without skipping some chapters, just like me fr), desserts and snacks, nature sceneries, rainy days(the louder the rain the better), knives, comfy clothes

-Dislikes: Dogs, pain, school, homework, studying, bitter pills, loud people and noises

-Hobbies: drawing on a paper and in a drawing app, singing, family stuff, *being read like an open book*

-Appearance: dark brown hair and eyes, around Kenji’s height

-Main bsd kins: Dazai, Ryunosuke, Kyouka, Sigma(always in the middle of some arguments and shits)

-Personality: Has social anxiety, rather quiet, sometimes can’t express herself fluently but tries to and tries to hide the things she thinks she should. Thinks quite negatively, does not fully show it as well, gets nervous easily but doesn’t show it often as well(which Ranpo, Dazai and some other smart/manipulative characters can definitely realise/see through)

Extra: she trusts fate

Btw her character settings some are actually based off mine cuz I figure that it’ll be easier to write this if I imagine her as myself and I’ve imagined myself in the bsd word many times.

Fanfic starts now.

Victoria, who’s a student in a religious school, was sitting on her seat in her classroom during a break before another class started. She was just staring, playing and snapping her fingers while ignoring how loud the classroom was due to how loud her classmates were shouting, yelling and talking to each other. Then, Victoria found herself sitting on a bench instead of the chair in her classroom, she looked up and saw that she was in an unknown but familiar place, she blinked and looked at her surroundings. It looked like the world of an anime she’s currently loving, Bungou stray dogs.

Victoria pov

This… If I’m correct it’s one of the scenes in bsd. Am I in a dream? No. People in their dreams cannot understand the term of dreams.(personal experience has never experienced understanding what a dream is in a dream)

I swear to god if someone(like Fyodor, Nikolai, some stalker) was watching me since I got teleported here— Oh shit. I need to fucking act normally, like how a normal person would act like… When… uh- they suddenly appeared in a place they didn’t know? I’m gonna make that as my case right now because I’m thinking for too long… Okay but if someone’s been watching me(Gurl, your anxiety is so-) it’s not like it’s gonna do anything anymore but, I still need to understand the situation… but to in exchange of their observations to my acts…

I’m thinking too slow! Too slow… ..Am I just fucking excited to be here? In the anime? Ok quit it, I need to understand my situation right now as quick as possible.

The moment I hesitated to move and started to think for minutes already caused some issues and effects, definitely, who knows where did Dostoevsky the rat king put his cameras and spies in? So… I can just act like myself, right? Who knows what’ll happen just because of my thoughts…

Whatever, the best place to go to right now is the ada, the agency. I can’t get distracted by my thoughts now, it’s not like Ranpo’s not gonna read my thoughts and expressions immediately later on. So it’s practically useless thinking further, I need to know how I got here, is this world some sort of au and what I should do, was it an ability(is bsd true) and what timeline is it right now.

I just hope I won’t walk into someone like Elise and Mori, Q, Nikolai disguises as a police(low possibility), Ryunosuke which is because it’ll definitely go wrong due to how I suck I’m at communicating, so on…

No one’s pov

Victoria checks if there’s anything in her pocket which there isn’t and stands up from the bench and starts walking around while looking around. As she continues walking with a blank face(she puts that on as much as she can while calming herself down), she keeps thinking about her situation and what she should do to be the safest for herself.

Victoria pov

Since I do not have a phone so I don’t have a translation, going to the ada cafe and find Lucy to help with my communication will be my best option right now I think.. If she’s working in there right now. But Ranpo’ll definitely understand most of the things like my actions and thoughts, guess I’ll go find him no matter how much I don’t want to.(She doesn’t like being read but she knows Ranpo’s not that kind of person that tells everyone what he found out, so, it’s still fine? She’ll be in danger if she doesn’t do anything after-all.)

Ah…! The agency building… what luck and fate is this…

No one’s pov(extra information if you don’t understand why she’s not acting as if she’s scared or shocked, she sucks at acting and she knows that police can’t help her anything, lack of communication is also one of her problems right now, as much as she doesn’t like getting herself into chaos and troubles, the only option for her was, the ada. She still hopes that Ranpo’s not gonna find out everything about her though.)

Victoria looks up at the agency building then walks in it, (sry just pretend her somehow got to the agency door), she knocks on the agency’s door.

Hope you guys like it! I enjoyed writing this :))

Once again I’ve not had much writing fanfics experience so it might not be in your expectations. Also I need a name for this fanfic!!! Thank you for reading all the way till here!(Victoria’s not quite a normal person but who’s normal if they watch bsd lol)

[randomphyre]

Jeff The Killer Reborn: "Midnight Visit"

The moon bled in through the window, illuminating the dimly lit room as a man sat entranced by his TV. His gaze was hooded and lifeless, as if he was hypnotized by the programming presented before him. But suddenly, the trance had been broken by a thud that had come from his laundry room. The man jumped at the noise, looking in the general direction of where the room was before turning his TV down and standing up. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and mustered the courage to approach. Jeff readied himself as he could hear the man's steps getting closer. Jeff held back his urge to laugh, already knowing how this story went. He always knew. He had gone through the motions so many times. And Jeff knew that the movies he watched never lied. People really were as gullible as he thought they were. They'd turn their attention to any sound and then cautiously walk towards it, instead of assessing their options or even charging in guns blazing. They always walked right into the trap he had set. As the man inched towards the door, the knife trembling in his hand. His lips parted, as if to speak, but he hesitated for a second before the action followed through. "L-Listen here, man! I-I've got a weapon...a-and you're trapped in that room! I-If you don't tell me who you are right now a-and get out of my house, I'll get you out myself!" Jeff almost chuckled quietly to himself. Despite the man's attempt at intimidation Jeff could hear the fear in his voice, the meekness in his tone. This man wasn't a threat, and he couldn't be if he ever tried. Jeff sighed to himself as he waited behind the door to see if the man would make the first move. The man tried again. "I-I'm gonna call the police if you don't get out of my house right now! D-Do you want that? Huh?!" As the man raised his voice, the shakiness of it only became more apparent. Both of them knew that he was just wasting his time trying to intimidate the mystery man on the other side of the door. The man took a solemn shaky breath before slowly reaching for the doorknob, his hand still trembling. As Jeff heard the creak of the doorknob slowly turning he knew his time was now. As the man threw open the door, aiming his knife towards the general direction of the room he saw nothing at first, just the pitch blackness of the laundry room, the moonlight from the windows bleeding in slightly. But as his eyes adjusted, he could finally see. At the back end of the small room stood the silhouette of a man, his messy long hair visible against the wall as he stood straight and still. The man stood frozen, his heart sinking lower in his chest as this altercation had quickly become like an old western duel, Jeff noting such in his mind. If the man were smart he would've struck him by now, catching Jeff off guard and ending the altercation fairly quickly, but his own fear and anxiety prolonged the suffering. He would never strike first and Jeff knew it. Jeff relaxed his position, and finally decided to strike. as he charged towards the man, the moonlight shined on his pale face, his mouth wide and manic, the blood dripping from his last meal. his eyes were dark and sunken, looking more like vacant circles save for the small bloodshot eyes hiding within them. He readied his hand in a stabbing position before the man took a swing.

Jeff moved out of the way before it had made contact and he grabbed the man's wrist and squeezed, causing him to yell in pain and drop the knife. Jeff's movements were always deliberate and unpredictable, confusing most of his victims. Jeff swung his arm forward and made contact with the man's stomach. The man screamed in pain as he fell to the ground, grabbing at the wound. Jeff let the man go as he fell, and quickly sad beside him, looking at the man like a curious animal. Jeff looked to the knife still in the man's stomach as he squirmed on the ground like a decapitated worm. Jeff grabbed the hilt and ripped the knife from his stomach, making him yell in pain once more.

Jeff grabbed the man's head and quickly snapped his neck, ending the altercation with him as the victor, like it had always happened. People were always as gullible as Jeff thought they were. As he wiped the blood from his knife, he looked at his victim lifeless on the ground as he analyzed his face. It had been an older man, maybe in his forties, with a scruffy mustache and rugged features and short hair. Jeff noted how he had been on the heavier side as he looked at the still bleeding wound in the man's stomach. The man was in average trucker get up, sleeveless plaid coat with a wife beater underneath. His eyes once full of a will to live, were now empty and vacant, like a doll that hasn't been cleaned. Jeff rolled his eyes and kneeled down to his bleeding wound before he began drinking the blood. It was all Jeff would consume after he escaped. He saw it as a reward for a successful hunt. As Jeff saw the man's skin turning paler, he knew that his meal was finished. He stood up, not wiping the blood from his lips as he grabbed the ankle of the corpse and began dragging it to the garage where all of the "fun" tools Jeff could use to make his victims more convenient to hide. As Jeff scanned the walls for possible candidates his eyes locked with an electric saw. What was left of his facial muscles curled into a somehow wider smile as he yanked it off the wall, breaking the supports suspending it. He plugged it in and finally had his chance. As Jeff finished putting the corpse's leg into a bag he grabbed all of the parts and went outside. He ventured deep into the woods, the moonlight illuminating his path as he found the perfect spot. He grabbed his shovel and began digging, dumping all of the parts inside afterward. He covered the holed and patted the dirt with his shovel before tossing it away, leaving just him and his knife once more. This is how Jeff had dealt with every one of his victims. This is how he got away with his crimes, and why the police could never find the bodies. As Jeff walks out of the woods back into the town he rubbed his eyes with frustration. "Dumb fat ass had barely any blood in him...it's probably just lard running through his fuckin' veins..." He murmured to himself as he donned his hood so people couldn't see his face. Though, with his dark clothing, he already blended in to the night anyhow. He made his way down the street with his hands in his pockets, keeping his head low.

As the moon shined brighter and higher in the sky, Jeff felt more anger bubbling in his chest, the same anger that dictated his day to day life of murder and solitude. He tried to ignore it as he walked past a house painted with a yellow that had faded from the sunlight. But as he was about to make his way down to the end of the street, he heard a certain voice yell in the house, one he knew quite well. "Honey! Can you help me lift this?" The voice said, the echo of the house making it sound distant. Jeff stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head towards the building, giving it a better look. The house was tall but quaint, the small circular window at the top feeling like an eye looking down on Jeff. He walked towards the house silently, watching his steps to avoid fallen branches and grass patches as he finally made his way to the nearest window. He squatted down to avoid being seen and peered inside. And there he was. After all of these miserable years fending for himself and feeding on the less fortunate, he finally saw his old bully Randy attempting to lift a piano. His short brunette hair was a bit messy but fairly clean, his outfit a t-shirt and cargo shorts. As Jeff felt the rage bubbling more within him at the sight his wife came into view, a beautiful woman wearing a pale blue button-up rolled at the sleeves and a short skirt. She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes playfully as Randy sighed in frustration at his futile attempts to lift the piano. "You need to lift with your legs, not your back, dear. You're gonna hurt yourself." She said cautiously as she took hold of one end of the piano and picked it up with him, setting it down flush against the wall. Both of them sighed in relief as they laughed at each other's exhaustion. He grabbed hold of her and held her tight in his arms, still laughing as he kissed her forehead and carried her out of the view of the window. Jeff scoffed after he knew they were gone and ducked under the window sill, muttering angrily to himself. "That piece of shit...I wonder if he's forgotten about me...probably has, the selfish bastard..." Jeff turned his head towards the ground as he rambled in whispers, talking to himself. "Why didn't he leave? I was on the news right? He should've left, unless..." Jeff turned his head up, staring into the brick of the house next door, his eye twitching. "...he's not scared of me."

As the words left his mouth, his rage reached it's boiling point as he slammed his fist in the dirt and stood back up. "This whole fuckin town is scared of me! There's no way he'd be so damn clueless..." Jeff paced along the wall as his gripped his fists. "I should fuckin show him. Show him what he gets for thinking I'd never find him. Show him what he deserves for ruining my life." Though, as he rambled, Jeff knew he'd only been lying to himself. It's not like there was a lot of life to ruin whenever he had snapped. Everyone at school hated him, his parents barely ever paid him any mind, his brother became more focused on his friends as he got older...maybe that's why he did it, he thought. In his eyes, he had nothing to lose. But he would rather lie to himself then face the truth. Jeff stopped thinking to himself and began devising a plan in his mind, one that would let Jeff finally have his revenge. Jeff waited until midnight before he would make his entrance. He knew Randy and his wife would probably be asleep by then, allowing him to be undetected. He tried the front door. It was locked. He tried the back door. Also locked. He moved to the window he had first seen Randy in and gripped the window sill, pulling up...it was unlocked. As Jeff pulled open the window he removed the screen and set it aside as he slowly and cautiously climbed into the window. As he was finally in, he looked around what seemed to be the living room. The piano sat still against the wall, the couch bigger than Jeff had expected. He checked for his knife in his pocket and began making his way through the house, checking every room to see which was Randy's. As he saw more and more of the house, he realized just how stereotypical it had been. It was as suburban as most of the houses in Wisconsin were. But, as he opened one room his eyes widened with surprise. It was...a kid's bedroom. The walls were lined with space posters and other related memorabilia. A tiny diorama of the solar system hung from the ceiling. as his eyes scanned the room, he finally caught sight of Randy's son. In high school, Jeff never thought of Randy as the fathering type, considering his usual behavior, but it didn't exactly surprise him either. The boy slept peacefully under the covers, his hair short with freckles dotting his face as his eyes laid shut. But as Jeff saw him starting to shift in his sleep, he turned to leave the room before a young voice called out to him. "Hello?" Shit. Jeff turned slowly towards the boy as the boy's face turned a bit scared upon seeing Jeff's face. "Who are you mister?" The child asked, half-whispering. Jeff stepped back into the room and shut the door quietly behind him. "Hello there little one. I am..." Jeff tried thinking of a name he could use, an alias perhaps. As his eyes darted around the room for a solution he looked out the window next to the boy's bed, the moon shining bright and filling the room with its pale blue sheen. "I am...Mr. Midnight." He said with a bit of a rasp in his voice, trying to sound more extravagant to the boy. his face lit up as Jeff told him his supposed identity, and the boy sat up in his bed. He seemed to be younger, most likely mid to late elementary, Jeff thought. "Mr. Midnight? Wow!...who is that?" The boy said with a confused expression, his nose crinkling up. Jeff scrambled for an explanation in his mind till one fell upon him. "W-Well I come in every night to make sure every good boy and girl of the world are sleeping! If they are, I give them good will so they're nice and happy in the morning!" The boy placed his finger and thumb on his chin, rubbing it and nodding. "Hm...well sorry for not sleeping Mr. Midnight...you woke me up..." The boy said with a sad pout, looking at his blanket. Jeff perked up and rubbed the boy's hair. "Hey, hey, it's alright! I still gave you good will cause you were sleeping when I came in!"

The boy looked up at Jeff and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Really?" He said, still pouting slightly. "Of course!" Jeff said, attempting to smile wider. The boy pondered in thought before looking up at Jeff. "Okay." He said, smiling slightly. Jeff looked back towards the door to make sure he hadn't woken up anyone else before he turned his attention back to the boy. he contemplated in his mind, feeling dull rage in his heart as thoughts of his bully returned to him. He took a seat on the edge of the boy's bed and turned to him. "Hey...if you don't mind me asking...how does your father treat you?" The boy looked curiously at Jeff with wide eyes before he hugged his stuffed animal. "My daddy is nice...every day he comes home really tired but he says it's worth it since he gets to come home to me and my mommy, which makes me happy. He likes when I make pictures for him, and he makes really good food!"

As Jeff listened to the boy's pure rambling he felt his disdain for Randy slowly and gradually dissolving. Randy seemed to gain a bit of compassion in Jeff's absence, having become a genuine and nice guy. He worked as a construction worker, building markets and all types of restaurants for the family. His work days were long and difficult, seeing has he also had trouble with people belittling him at work, but he persisted for the sake of his family. For the sake of himself. The boy told of how he came home every day and would sit exhausted on the couch before doing anything else. He made as much time as he possibly could for his family, considering his brutal schedule, but he managed. Randy had become sweet but a bit of a hard ass, stubborn and most surprising to Jeff, empathetic. Had he actually changed Randy's life for the better, or had Randy made the choices all on his own? As the boy felt he was finished talking, he watched Jeff's face for any sort of reaction, yet none came. Jeff stared vacantly at the ground, the moonlight making his face appear to be glowing as he turned to the boy. He took his hand and looked into his eyes with sincerity. "Your father is... a good man. Don't let anyone tell you different." He stood up from the bed and went to leave before the boy stopped him. "Wait...Mr. Midnight?" Jeff turned back to him as the boy smiled warmly. "Thank you." Jeff nodded solemnly before opening the door and leaving the bedroom, leaving the house the way he came and venturing back into the night. Within a few weeks, articles flooded the newspaper talking about the one house that had ever survived Jeff's home invasions. He read the newspaper and scoffed as he tossed it in the trash. He looked at his muddied reflection in his knife and sighed as he resumed his nightly stalking, hunting for his next victim.

[withacapitalp]

"Can I...um...roll to run away?" 

Judging by the chorusing round of sighs and disappointed head shakes from the kids, that was definitely not the right thing to say. 

"We've nearly defeated Kyuss," Mike shouted, throwing his hands in the air and shooting Steve a severe glare. 

"But all of you are passed out or paralyzed!" Steve shot back, gesturing around the table at the rest of the figurines which were lying on their backs. 

"Yeah, but you're a tank! You could take out the monster with one more blow. Now we're going to have to do it all over again.” 

But….wasn’t that the whole point? Doing this over and over again? Steve shot a helpless look at Eddie who just gave him his DM witchy grin and spread his hands open wide. 

“You can change your mind, Sir Steven,” Eddie offered, “But be warned Kyuss is hungry for flesh,” 

Steve hesitated, looking down and around the map. 

“No…I don’t think I’m gonna.”

"God, you're so stupid sometimes, Steve," Dustin groaned, letting his head fall onto the table with a soft thunk as the rest of the party started yelling. Steve forced himself to smile, his cheeks flushing as his stomach did an uncomfortable flip flop. It was loud, it was hot, and Steve just wanted to go home. 

"Stop it.”

Eddie voice cut through the rest of them. It wasn’t like he had spoken particularly loud, it was his tone. Severe, and brimming with uncharacteristic rage. Enough to make all of them quiet down and look at Eddie with wide eyes. Steve’s anxiety got even worse, and he was sure that Eddie was about to start yelling at him. Steve let his eyes slip down, shame making all the bones in his body ache. 

"I'm sure all of you were strategic geniuses the first time you played, right? You never stumbled or needed a second to think about the right move to make?” Eddie practically snarled, throwing dirty looks at every one of the kids. Steve sucked in a breath and dared a glance up, not quite believing what he was seeing. 

Eddie was defending him. Him. Steve. And he wasn’t done yet

“You all moan and grumble and fucking whine about how 'Steve never plays DnD with us', 'Steve won't even give it a chance', ‘He would see if he just played once’” Eddie said, raising his voice to a high pitched nasally yowl, “Of course he doesn't want to give it a chance, you are all being jerks.”

“Steve can handle it,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. 

“Yeah he can,” Eddie agreed easily, sparing a quick glance over toward Steve, “but that doesn’t mean he should have to. Especially not from you all. You little nerds have never had to deal with this, because you’re always ahead of the rest, but take it from the guy who failed his senior year twice- Being called stupid your whole life hurts .”

Eddie let the final word ring out, not bothering to hide the pain that lived in those words. Steve had never really considered that Eddie might’ve heard the same things he did, cause Eddie was the smartest person Steve knew besides Dustin and maybe Will. 

“From now on anyone calling anyone else stupid is getting 10 HP knocked off of their stats. Permanently. I don't want to hear that word. Got it?”

The kids all nodded, guilt weighing down their shoulders and lowering the mood. One by one they quietly apologized to Steve, Eddie nodding in satisfaction as they did. 

Steve didn’t really know what to think.  Eddie turned towards him, and Steve stiffened up, both worried and intrigued. 

“You can roll to run away. That's actually probably the smartest thing you could do here, seeing as you're pretty much the only member of the party left standing.” Eddie said softly, giving Steve a gentle smile, “Still wanna do it?”

Steve nodded, ready to fight this battle another day.

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Hey on your requests open Paige, all of those girls. Can do do an imagine where lets say you flinch during an argument with them or they hit you at some point. I'm curious how the characters would react to what they've done or if they react at all.

Only if your comfortable of course if fantasy violence makes you uncomfortable please ignore this request thank you!

Wednesday Addams

You were concerned about her safety when it came to investigating the hyde. There were already a couple close calls and it gave you anxiety. Enid was staying with Yoko so you had taken the chance to try and talk to Wednesday and see if she could be a little less reckless in her investigation.

No such luck.

The conversation turned into an argument. You were both pacing around each other. Wednesday whirls around to yell at you, eyes with murderous intent. You flinched. Hard.

The sudden movement made it seem like she was going to strike you despite not having moved her arms at all. The piercing glare shot through you the second you witnessed it. Your arms went up to protect your face and you immediately dropped into a ball.

A pause.

A breath.

You feel hands around your wrists trying to pull your arms away from your face. Your struggle before hearing soft shushes that calm you. You look and see Wednesday's apologetic face.

"I will kill whoever made you feel you need to hide from a loved one."

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Quinn Fabray

"Quinn, you need to get your shit together!"

You had been following Quinn down the school hall. You thought she was back to her usual self after her skank phase, but that wasn't true. Now she seems to be going further off the deep end.

"Quinn, stop ignoring me. You know this is wrong and running away isn't going to st-"

A slap interrupts you. One that echoes down the empty hall. The blonde had whirled around and struck your face out of sheer annoyance. Why couldn't anyone understand that she had to do these things to get her life back to the way it was. Back to when it was worth something to be her.

"Right..." You manage to get out. Your face stung, but your heart broke. "Fine. I guess you're gonna have to do what you need to, huh?"

Your eyes water but you refuse to let the tears fall. The image of Quinn begins to blur before you. Was holding onto her still worth it? She hadn't even said a word to you. Guess you weren't worth it for her.

"Get back to me when you wise up." You turn around and start to walk away. "Or not."

You miss the tears falling from hazel eyes.

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Jade West

It was normal to hear an argument involving one Jade West. But an argument with you left others baffled. Jade was being stubborn and it caused her foul mood to bleed out into the rest of her life. For today, the argument was meaningless. For some innocuous reason that looking back, you couldn't even remember.

You knew the mood that Jade must've been in when she suddenly branishes her scissors and whips them around, accidentally cutting your cheek. The sharp pain startles you and the blood trailing down your cheek catches Jade's attention.

"Y-you just..." You couldn't believe it. You were the only person she never threatened with her scissors. Even when she had them out, the point was always away from you. The only thought in your head was to get away. So you ran without a backwards glance.

Later on, you're in your room. The cut was cleaned and bandaged. Excuses were fabricated so your mother wouldn't worry. Your mood wasn't all that great though. The thought of possibly losing Jade and her relationship devastated you. But if she hated you enough to actually cut you, maybe it was time to part ways.

A knock drew your attention and it wasn't from your door. You look out your window and see a frazzled Jade there. Another insistent knock forces you out of your bed as you open the window.

"Jade? What are you doing here?"

Almost immediately, her hands are on your cheeks and she pulls you into a kiss. Gentle murmurs of apology spill out each time her lips leave you. When she sees the banged cut, she lays her lips on it, almost feather-light.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an automatic response and you were closer than I thought and I was so surprised that I didn't say anything then a-"

You stop her with another kiss.

"You wanna stay and watch a movie?"

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Hermione Granger

There's a groan that fills the common room as Hermione makes her way in, followed by Ron and Harry chattering away. You had been lounging on the couch with a book hand. Now your attention was with the trio walking in.

"So how does that work? You just kick one ball into one goal? And you run? No brooms? That's bloody boring." You pipe up to interrupt Ron's ranting.

"I mean, it's entertaining when you don't have magic."

"Psssh. Everything is better with magic. I dunno how muggles do it." Hermione responds this time.

"Ingenuity and creativity. Magic isn't the solution to everything."

"Oh yeah? I doubt it."

You had been sneaking up behind Ron. Once he said those words, you had him in a headlock. When he tried to reach for his wand, Harry knocked it aside. His protests and your laughter filled the common room.

"Whatcha gonna do now, Weasley?" You taunt. When you look up, you see Hermione rolling up a piece of parchment.

"It's about time you stop bad mouthing Muggle things, Ron."

She winds up and goes for a swing. Right at that moment, Ron jerks his head out of your grasp and you end up with a hard thwack against your face. As Ron and Harry are laughing, Hermione is by your side, apologizing. She fills your cheek with so many kisses that you had to push her away with a giggle.

"I'm fine, love. You hit like a damn cricket player though. Ooof."

-----+++++-----

Tifa Lockhart

Usually working at Seventh Heaven was a quiet affair. Just a bunch of hard workers coming in for an after work drink and a warm meal. It was never a hard thing for Tifa to handle, especially with you around to help.

However, today seemed to be a day for a whole gang to come into the bar and take up almost half of the bar floor. They were a rowdy bunch, constantly yelling and throwing things. More than a few glasses were broken and Tifa lamented the cost to replace them. At some point, someone slapped her ass and you saw red.

You vault over the bar and take hold of your fighting sticks. The first strike, however, was with your foot. Before anyone knew it, a full on brawl was happening. Somehow Biggs and Wedge got caught up in it. Jessie was egging everyone on. You and Tifa were back to back in the eye of the storm.

"Did you really have to start all this? You know the repairs are gonna be a lot."

"I know. But they disrespected you. I can't stand by and let that happen."

When a couple guys rush you, you whip them with your sticks, rapid fire strikes creating welts on their skin. You had your usual strategy of hitting and running, letting your stamina outdo your opponent's. One guy did manage to catch you though and hold you up. It didn't take long to get out of his grip, but the resulting fumble caused Tifa's ongoing kick to slam right into your side, sending you flying out of the bar.

You barely register the fact that Cloud and Barrett entered the bar to finish things as you slam against the ground. As the crowd disperses, you sit up with a groan. Before you could fall back again, a warm body is pressed against you, cradling you gently.

"Sorry... I usually am able to pull my strikes," Tifa apologies. You just shrug.

"To be fair, I deserve it for starting the fight."

[lukemfhughes]

‘so you are quinns friend?’

Jack Hughes x reader

Words: 1933

Summary: quinn brings his friend to the lake house and jack takes intrest on her.

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You were scared but also excited to go to the hughes lake house. You knew that the guys who were at the lake house were childish. That made you feel better. Now you and quinn were in the car driving to the house. Your leg was bouncing up and down when all the thought ran through your mind. ”Y/n chill out, everything is gonna be fine.” Quinn says when he notices your anxiety. You just nod and start to watch some show.

When your car finally arrives to the house. Quinn and you take your bags and walk towards the front door. When you get inside it’s quiet. ”Everyone is prob on the backyard.” Quinn says and continues to carry his bags upstairs. You two drop your bags and unpack before heading back down. ”Let’s go outside.” Quinn says. ”I’m gonna grab water do you want?” You ask him. He nods and you go grab water from the fridge.

Quinn opens the sliding door for you to walk outside. The first thing you see is group of boys playing soccer on the land. ”Quinn and quinns friend is here!” Someone of the yells. ”Sup guys! This is y/n” Quinn answers. They all say hi to you. ”Y/n this is jack, trevor, cole, alex, matt, luke, josh and moyni.” Quinn says and points at everyone. You nod at him.

Quinn joins the soccer game and you sit down to the outdoor couch and scroll on your phone. ”Hey Quinn, i’m tired so i’m gonna take a quick nap.” You say and get up. You head upstairs and throw yourself to the bed. Sleep takes over you and you drift off in a minute.

”Y/nnn.” You hear quinn whisper. You open your eyes and look at him. ”Yeah?” You ask him and rub your eyes. ”We made food so come to eat.” He says and grabs your arm to pull you with him.

You sit down next to quinn and alex is on the other side of you. ”So y/n what do you do for living?” Cole asks. ”Umm well, i’m working as media worker for the canucks but this was my first season there. I played volleyball in texas for the Athletes Unlimited before going to vancouver.” You answer. ”Why did you move to vancouver and stopped playing?” Trevor asks. ”I tore my acl, and i moved to vancouver cause my ex boyfriend lived there.” They all look at you with sad expression when you mention your injury.

”Where are you from?” Moyni asks. ”Minnesota” you answer. They all nod and then switch the subject. The dinner goes past nicely with small converstation. Everyone was included in the converstation, but jack, he said couple things but he was diffrent than you thought. He was quiet. 

“Lets go outside to start the fire, someone grab drinks.” Trevor says. “I can take the drinks.” you say and head to the kitchen fridge. You count enough cans but realise that you cannot carry them all at once. “I can help.” you hear jacks voice say from the doorway. “Thanks that would be needed.” you say and grab a pile of cans.

You two walk outside and hand out the beers for anyone. There are two chairs left next to each other so you sit down on the other what is next to Quinn. jack sits on the other one. Everyone starts drinking and chatting together. More drinks are being handed. You finally start to feel like you are getting closer to them. The music is playing and your fav song come up. You start singing it quietly but hear someone else also sing it. You look next to you and see jack singing it. He smiles at you and sends wink to you. This causes your cheeks to flush. You quickly hide your face to the can and take a sip. When you take a look back at jack you can see him smirking.

“I’m gonna head to bed, are you coming?” Quinn says and looks at you. “In a bit” You answer him. He nods and goes inside. Some of the other boys follow him. Now there is only Jack, alex and trevor besides of you outside. “I’m gonna sit on the dock for a moment and watch the sky so goodnight if you guys go to bed.” you say and get up. “Goodnight.” They all say together. 

You sit down to the dock and watch out to the lake. It looks so peaceful, even your tipsy mind understand it. ”You should go inside so you wont come cold.” You hear jacks voice from further away. You turn around to look at him. ”I’m fine, don’t worry.” You say and turn back to the lake. He stays quiet. You look back and see that he is gone. Suddenly a warm blanket is thrown over your shoulders. It was jack again. He sits down next to you. ”Thanks.” You mumble. ”So you are quinns friend? Only a friend?” He asks. You nod at him. ”He is a really close friend of mine. And it’s a good thing ofc.” You say. He nods.

”So you told us about your ex, what happend?” He asks. ”when i moved to vancouver with him, we lived together for a month until i caught him cheating.” You say. ”Oh i’m sorry for you. You didn’t deserve it.” He says and looks at you softly. You just nod at him. He notices how sleepy your eyes look like. ”You should go to bed.” He says. ”I can sleep here im too lazy to walk up there.” You mumble. He chuckles before scooping up to his arms. ”What are you doing?” You ask him. ”I’m carrying you to sleep cause you are too lazy.” He says and continues his way to your bedroom.

He sets you to the bed next to quinn. ”Goodnight to you y/n.” He says and brushes some hair out of you face. ”Goodnight jacky.” You mumble and cuddle your cover.

When jack leaves the room he has a weird feeling in his chest. He decides to ingore it and get to sleep.

Next morning you wake up next to quinn. You remember things from last night, but some parts were empty. You get up and walk to the kitchen to grab water. You sit down to the counter chair and start to scroll on tik tok. ”Boo!” Is yelled into your ear as someone grabs your shoulders. ”Holy fucking shit you scared me.” You say and look at trevor who is laughing his ass of. Also alex and cole entered the kitchen. ”Well good morning to you too zegras. This feels like you didn’t meet me the first time yesterday.” You say. He just laughs. Everyone else also enters the kitchen, they prob woke up to trevor yelling.

”So what is todays plan?!” Jack shouts. ”The plan is you to not to speak so loud.” Quinn says at him. Jack just sends him a look. ”Beach volley?” Cole suggests. Everyone agrees with it. Soon you all are walking oit of the front door. You guys drive to the beach and set your bags to the sand. ”So what are the teams?” Alex asks. ”I take y/n!” Jack yells. Everyone looks at him confused. ”She used to play volleyball that’s why.” Jack says. The other make two people team and you and jack start against quinn and luke. On the other net there is cole and alex against trevor and moyni. Josh and matt are waiting for their turn.

The day goes on. You and jack win all of your games. ”We are the champions!” Jack yells and brings you for a hug. ”Hahaa you guys are losers.” You say and show L to everyone else. ”Y/n that’s rudee.” Trevor groans. ”Sorry not sorry.” You say and high five jack. Everyone sets their towels to the sand and the boys run to the water. ”So you and jack seem to get well along?” Quinn asks as he sits down next to you. ”What to you mean?” You ask. ”Well the beach vball games and then the fact that he carried you to bed last night.” Quinn says and gives you a look. “Oh i forgot about last night.” You say and rub your face. “Mhm, i’m fine with it as long as he doesn’t hurt you.” Quinn says and throws his arm over your shoulders. “Dude i met him yesterday.” You point out. He just shurgs his shoulders. 

“I’m hungry.” Moyni says when he comes from the water. “Me too.” Alex groans. “Lets go eat then.” You say and start packing your stuff. “Can we eat McDonalds?” Jack pleads. Everyone agrees so we drive there and order. “I’m gonna find us a table.” You say and walk away from the line. You find enough long table were everyone can fit.

 You sit down and some random guy sits next to you. “The full table is taken.” You say. “I can sit here for a moment” The creepy guy says. “Nah no need to.” You say and pull your chair further away. “Oh why don’t you pretty girl wanna talk with me.” He says and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. You slap his hand away and her grabs your wrist. “Let the fuck go off her!” You hear jack yell and run towards you. He pushes the guy of the chair and sends him the death stare. “Leave, now!” Jack demainds. The creep runs of and jack turns to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks and sits down  to the chair. You look down to your wrist. He gently grabs it and you see fire forming into his eyes. “There is gonna be a bruise on it.” He says. You nod. “I’m gonna ask for ice.” He says and leaves the table. You look around and see that all the other boys have came to the table, they look at you with soft expression.

“Here i got the ice.” Jack says and holds it to your wrist carefully. The food come and you all start eating, jack still basicly holding your hand. “So good.” You groan. Everyone laughs at you. “I’m ready to go home and sleep for 12 hours.” you say and get up from the table. You take out the ice from jacks hand and throw the melted ice bag to trash. 

Once you arrive the lake house everyone trails their way to their rooms. You instead head to the kitchen to grab water. Jack also stays at downstairs and follows you to kitchen. “Does it hurt anymore, your wrist i mean.” he asks softly. “Not so much.” you answer and sit down to the counter chair. “He should have not touched you liked that.” He murmurs. “Jack, everything is okay now, you saved me, thank you.” You say and open your arms to offer him a hug. He immediately comes to hug you. He tucks your head under his chin. ‘Did he just smell my hair, shit it must smell so sweaty’ you thought. “You smell good.” He mumbles. This causes you to blush. You pull away and look at him. He looks at your eyes then his eyes trail down to your lips. “Can i kiss you?” He asks. You nod and he immediately presses his lips to yours. 

“wow” You breath out once you pull away. “Yeah right, i could get used to that.” He smiles, ‘oh his smile’ you think and it causes you to smile back. “me too.” You whisper.

[jawritter]

My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 3

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: Blizzard

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​​

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Angst, self-hating reader. Brief mentions of past bullying. Hints from the past... Mention of a death of an OFC. 

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

Main Masterlist

Y/N's POV:

"A Christmas tree?" Y/N questioned. "You're over two hours late… because you wanted to go get a Christmas and decorations?"

"Yes, and other decorations," Sam answered with a shrug if hisshoulders, and a wave of his shaggy hair. "They're saying we can get snowed in for over a week, so I figured it would give us something to do other than drink ourselves to death."

"I'm not totally opposed to liver failure," Dean added through tight lips and a locked jaw that gave off some serious Dom!Daddy vibes she had no idea she had a kink for. This guy was SERIOUSLY gonna be the death of her, even if he never knew it. 

"Oh come on you two! I brought plenty of alcohol too, don't worry," Sam announced with an exaggerated eye roll. 

Y/N had hung back in the kitchen when Dean had gone to greet his brother. She wasn't family after all, and didn't want to intrude. She waited until she was sure the yelling match or fist fight wasn't going to start before she decided to come in, only to discover Sam had gotten out of his meeting early, and gone shopping in leu of actually coming home, which if she were honest annoyed the fuck out of her, and judging by the tight look on his face, it annoyed Dean too. 

"Well, you're here now," Dean announced after swallowing down whatever opinion he'd had on the subject, and Y/N had a feeling that he was doing his best not to fight with his brother after having not seen him in so long, so she would stow all her questions for latter, when she and Sam were alone, and it wouldn't cause a fight between them. "But before I can get all… merry and bright over here, I'm gonna need some of those drinks… and a cheeseburger or something."

To Y/N's utter and complete embarrassment, her stomach rolled loudly at the prospect of food. If Dean heard it, he was nice enough not to say anything. That's when she realized she'd not even stopped to eat today. She'd just gone into a cleaning mood when she heard Dean was coming. 

"I can handle the burgers," Y/N announced, backing away from the towering brothers slowly. "You two catch up."

"You sure you don't want some help sweetheart? I'm damn good in the kitchen?" Dean offered, but Y/N just shook her head, and continued to back away from the, stumbling slightly over the couch arm as she did so. 

"No, that's okay, you two visit. I got this," she insisted before rounding into the kitchen. 

This was Y/N's go too. When things were bad, go hide in the kitchen. She didn't have an eating problem, but the one thing she could do was cook, and doing that with her hands, kept her busy, and if she was busy, the anxiety would be somewhat at bay. The constant bubble that had been steadily building in her chest since she'd found out Dean was coming had not gotten any better, and for fucks sakes she just wanted to run away. The way he made her feel was so confusing, and he was a stranger, so it made no sense. 

Deans POV: 

Dean turned to watch Y/N go, and fuck if he didn't want to go and hide in the kitchen with her. He didn't know why, but she made the constant knot that had been in his stomach for years now seemed to have dissipated in the few hours he'd been with her. It was like a drowning person, coming up for air and getting just a small gulp of relief, now he wanted more. 

"So," Sam said with a sudden clear of his throat. "How's life been?"

Dean glared at his baby brother as he shucked his expensive looking suit blazer. It annoyed him more than a little that he'd lied and orchestrated this whole family Christmas fiasco, and after meeting Y/N, and learning that she was indeed NOT Sam's girlfriend, he had a good inclination as to what the score was. 

"You tell me," Dean said with a shrug. "Seeing as you had to lie to me and your roommate to get me here for some, what… Debbie matchmaker Christmas crap? But sure, we can talk shop, how's life been Sammy?"

Sam nodded, giving his brother a thinned lip, puppy dog look. 

"Look Dean, I know after that last hunt went really bad, and we both said we'd stop, we haven't really talked much—"

"And who's fault is that Sam? Huh? After that Goddamn hunt I was laid on my ass in a hospital for months, not to mention all the time I spent at physical therapy, plus the fact that went I finally could go back to work at my actual job, they stuck me behind a desk like some fucking rookie! Then Sarah died, she was the only one I had helped me for YEARS, Sam, while you played house with Eileen!"

"Dean, look man, I don't wanna fight. You're right, I fucked up bad, but Eileen got pregnant, and the pregnancy was so high risk, you told me to leave because you had Y/N to help you, and I did, and I should have stayed. If I could see the future and knew she and I would end up the way we did, then I swear I would have stayed." 

"Sam—"

"No, let me finish. Look, I'm sorry I bailed, and I'm sorry I stayed so distant for so long. I want to make up for that now."

Dean sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, covering the small scar there from hunts past. 

"You don't have anything to apologize for Sam. My life would have turned out the way it did no matter what. Sarah would have still been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I still would have been decked. Nothing you could have done could have changed that. I want you to have a life, you deserve one. You and Y/N, man you got a good thing going here, I'm not here to mess that up. It's good to see you, but you don't need me hanging around."

Dean shrugged by Sam to open the door, he just needed to back out of this conversation for a while, but one look out the small window at the top of the door revealed the white-out condition that kept him from running away, maybe he should stop trying to run away so much. 

"Dean, please, stay. I want you here. Let's have a nice Christmas for once. We never really had one of those. Get to know Y/N a little, be around people that can talk back instead of spending all your free time going over crime scene photos and shit."

Dean turned around to face his baby brother, lips tight, and chest honestly even tighter at the mention of her name. She was honestly the first woman he'd been around since Y/N that he'd remotely noticed, and if truth be told, maybe he wouldn't mind getting to know her a little better. 

When he looked up at him, Sam stood holding a package out, perfectly wrapped in front of him. "Merry Christmas," he said, and Dean scrunched his nose slightly, confused. 

"Christmas is another two days away Sammy, and you didn't have to get me anything."

"Just take it you asshole," Sam demanded, and Dean rolled his eyes and ripped open the small box-like package to reveal a new Canon Camera, one he'd been eyeing for himself, but didn't quite have the money for. 

"Sam, this is to much, it cost to–"

Sam held his hand up to stop Dean's worrying. "It's fine, I had it. Besides, I don't want you taking pictures of some stiff with that thing. Use it like you used to when we were teens, take the time to do something you like to do Dean. You deserve that much."

Dean nodded, swallowing thickly. He honestly didn't even remember that version of himself anymore. He was a stranger even to himself now. 

"Thanks Sammy."

Just then a small clear of a throat sounded from behind the door, and both Winchester brothers turned to see Y/N waiting for them just in the threshold of the kitchen. 

"Dinners ready boys," she said, and Dean ducked his head to hide the smirk that immediately covered his face.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" She backtracked quickly. So self-conscious, always so down on herself, and fuck he hated it. She was far too beautiful to see so little in herself. 

"Nothing at all sweetheart, just the way you said that reminded me of someone I used to know. An old friend that's been gone a long time now."

Y/N’s POV:

She wasn’t trying to listen in on the brother’s conversation, but in all fairness, they were conversing quite loud. While she hadn’t caught the entire conversation, she got enough of it to know that the rabbit hole that was Sam and Dean’s relationship went deeper than she was allowed to dive into, and honestly, she didn’t know if she wanted to. 

First impressions are everything, and as of right this moment, Dean had made a pretty impressive one. What happened between Sam and Dean in the past, was really no business of hers. They NEEDED to work with one another, fix their past if they could. She could tell at one time they were close. 

Dean, apparently, had been horribly misjudged by her over just a picture. So far, he’d been nothing like the douche bags that tormented her in high school. He was nice, friendly, and even a little easy to get along with it seemed. When most people shied away from her, he’d come and sat right down at the table to talk to her.

She was no fool. She knew the feelings she felt towards Dean were most absolutely one sided, she’d even heard the name Sarah drop a few times in there just now. Most likely, Dean had a girlfriend. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam questioned, bumping her with an elbow as she played with the french fry on her plate. She’d become completely unaware that she’d zoned out of the boy’s conversation. That was something she was seriously going to have to work on if she was going to be trapped here in the house with the boys for days, because they could all literally HEAR the wind roaring and snow and pelting down on the small window above the sink. 

“Nothing,” she answered, her gaze drifting to the small square window to avoid Dean’s ever present deep gaze that always seemed to make her stomach do a little flip when she caught him watching her. “Just hoping you picked up enough liquor, ‘cause it sounds like we’re all gonna be here a while, and what’s a blizzard without booze?”

Chapter 4 HERE!!!

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[bludhavents]

things that each greaser struggles with:

these are mostly headcanons i came up with. also, this gets pretty angsty.

content warning: alcoholism, addiction, anxiety.

darry:

- maturity. he thinks everybody looks at him like the “dad” of the group instead of just another friend, and he loathes it. he misses whenever he was able to skip work to catch a movie at the drive-in or take ponyboy and sodapop up to the dingo for lunch.

- accidental intimidation. his build is very large and strong, which is good for his job and for when he’s actually trying to, well, intimidate people, but other than that it just makes him feel guilty for being so unapproachable.

- relationships. specifically, darry is very insecure in his relationship with pony. he especially hates it whenever pony dogs on him for forgetting things or accusing him of not caring.

- emotional intelligence. he knows he comes across as cold. and he hates it. he has lots of emotions and he doesn’t air them out in a healthy way, so he tries his best to cut all the emotions off altogether in hopes that the negativity will stop, but it just makes him feel even more insecure.

- social skills. in high school, it was all much easier for him, but now that he’s working full-time and running the household, he’s fallen majorly behind in the social scene. he never goes out to the drive-in or to the dingo, and at first it was because he was too busy, but now, even if he doesn’t have a shift, he’ll make up some excuse because he’s too nervous to go and have to talk to people again since he feels like he’s gonna mess up.

- identity. darry was just starting to feel comfortable in himself and in his role in the world right before his parents died, and when they did, he stopped trying to figure out what made him happy. it has made him insecure of the emotional stint that is centered around his ego and sense of self.

sodapop:

- smarts. it’s canon that he’s insecure about this.

- growing up. while everybody else moves on to new things and grows up, he feels like he’s stuck in the same place watching everybody else progress while he stays behind. this was especially true after sandy left, because marrying her was going to be this huge exciting step in his life and when she left, he didn’t have that fulfillment anymore.

- reassurance. he feels a constant need for approval, and he will take it wherever he can get it. there’s a sort of pride he gets whenever he sees a girl checking him out, but there’s a deeper feeling telling him that she’s gonna run away once she finds out about how ‘stupid’ he is.

- authority. soda has a really hard time talking to people who are in a position of power. he gets all nervous and his hands get sweaty and his face goes sheet white in panic. his charm and social skill is enough to satisfy a conversation with a person his age, but he feels silly trying to be confident in front of an adult. he feels like they look down on him and will laugh.

- fatherhood. he’s very insecure about having a family in the future. he feels like he never appreciated his dad’s skilled parenting while he could, and since then darry has been a sort of fatherly figure in the house, but it’s hard for soda to see it that way. he grew up for 16 years with darry as a big brother and for him to suddenly be forced into a father role is troubling for soda. because of this complicated dynamic between soda and fatherhood, he feels like he won’t be able to be the best father possible for his children.

- legs. he hates his legs. you will never see soda in a pair of shorts, not even when he’s swimming. he doesn’t like the way they’re shaped and thinks that they make the rest of his body look odd, so he wears loose jeans to hide them. he’s also embarrassed of being embarrassed about them, so nobody knows, not even steve.

dallas:

- emotional intelligence. his lack of emotional intelligence is something he battles with a lot. he understands what people are feeling, but he has a hard time understanding why they feel that way. he says it’s because he’s too tuff to deal with emotions, but deep down he knows it’s because he was thrust into a traumatic childhood so early on that he never had time to build emotional bonds with people that would strengthen his empathy and understanding.

- his past, another canon take. he hates talking about it, even the good stuff, because when he thinks about new york all he can picture is 10 year old dallas watching a man being covered in a white sheet by the paramedics on the side of the road. he thinks about his friends from there and knows they’re all either locked up or dead, and it ruins any enjoyment he gets from reminiscing on the good times.

- health. he definitely has crohn’s or IBS or something else that makes his stomach hurt whenever he eats, and it embarrasses him to no end. he’s always anxious that his stomach is going to start hurting when he’s with the gang and is going to have to find some excuse to leave. he smokes so much while he’s out with them to keep from getting hungry until he gets back to buck’s place.

- his friendships. the shepherd gang is close-knit. then, the curtis’ are brothers, steve has known them forever, and two-bit is outgoing enough to make himself fit in to the group. johnny is the closest person dallas relates to, and it’s the friendship hes the most secure in.

- his smile. he knows smoking ruins his teeth, and he knows they’re crooked all over, and he knows that when he smiles his lips crack and stretch out.

johnny:

- his appearance, canon insecurity. he looks young for his age, and when the gang found him in the lot after he was beaten by Socs, they all started treating him like he was young too. he didn’t think the scar on his face was tuff, it just reminded him of being attacked.

- his voice. this is less about how it sounds and more about him not being able to speak over the shouting at home. he hates yelling, and he won’t stand in to speak up for him cause he’s too afraid of being told to “stop yelling”.

- being average. johnny feels painfully average in everything he does. he’s tried to find a skill that he truly loves and wants to take time to be good at, but he always gets frustrated and quits before he can improve.

- romance. almost every aspect of it terrifies johnny. he doesn’t know what a healthy marriage looks like, what he does know was from Mr and Mrs Curtis, but seeing them die together warped his sense of love. he doesn’t understand why you would want to love somebody so much if you didn’t have to. he doesn’t like the “til death do us part” aspect of marriage, because it makes him feel trapped. he’s not afraid of commitment, he’s afraid that he will end up in a marriage like his parents’ and not be able to leave.

two-bit:

- alcoholism. he’s an alcoholic and he knows it, but he’s been stuck in the vicious cycle of addiction for such a long time that the only way he knows how to cope with the emotional baggage of addiction is to drink more.

- social awareness. as of now, he’s very self-aware and extremely skilled in reading a room, but he didn’t used to be. he used to crack jokes at the wrong time and get scolded for it, and it made him feel horrible. like he wasn’t able to experience all the same sad feelings as everybody else because they reacted differently to the sadness than he did. they wanted to process the sadness while he wanted to ignore it.

- being absent at home. he knows he spends the majority of time at the curtis house, and he also knows that his mother spends the majority of her time at work, which leaves his little sister at home alone. he has a good relationship with her, but he doesn’t like for her to see him drunk, and as his alcoholism progresses, that gets to be more and more often. he knows this, and it’s one of the main reasons he’s so insecure about his addiction, because she’s the one who let him know that it wasn’t a one-way street. his problem affected him and her.

- commitment. two-bit is young, but he feels old enough to know how relationships work. he saw his dad walk out on them, and he was never able to process how you could go from marrying someone to leaving and never looking back. at first, he thought that his dad was just a selfish jerk, but when he met johnny and saw that his parents were also married and simultaneously abusive, he convinced himself that all marriages were bound to end up that way. he believes that if the curtis’ lived longer, they would have eventually gotten bitter and tired of each other, because in his mind, that’s just what couples do.

ponyboy:

- confidence. he has a lot of insecurities, and they’re shared pretty evenly between physical and non physical. he doesn’t like his body or his eyes. he doesn’t like how impulsive and dramatic he is.

- security. not in himself, but in life. he’s permanently on edge, feeling anxious about who’s going to be around the corner and what would happen if he got jumped and how many Socs he’d be able to fight off in case anything happened. his parents’ sudden deaths did not help this. he feels like life is constantly tossing him around, and he never feels completely safe.

- emotional outbursts. this isn’t exclusive to ponyboy, but he struggles with it the most. he hates getting upset with people, and he hates hurting other people’s feelings. when he’s feeling too many things, he starts to speak without a filter and gets mad at the littlest things, and he knows that it makes everybody around him feel bad.

- fitting in. in contrast to johnny’s insecurity, ponyboy wants nothing more than to fit in. he’s tired of being the only greaser in his classes, he’s tired of his isolated taste in movies and theatre, he’s tired of being a track star, and he’s tired of all the pressure put on him since he isn’t average.

steve

- masculinity. his dad always enforces an unrealistic standard of being strong, independent, and logical. steve is inherently all of these things, but the pressure he feels to keep it up weighs him down.

- comparing himself to others. it started in middle school when he noticed all of the people liked sodapop more. from then on he couldn’t help but feel like soda was more attractive and charming, darry was stronger and smarter, two-bit was funnier and cooler, dallas was tougher and unbothered, johnny was more likeable and down-to-earth, and ponyboy was more creative and well spoken.

- addiction. there was a time in steve’s life where he was getting high every day. at first it was fun, but then he had to quit track because he wasn’t as athletic as he used to be. it ruined his health and motivation. he started working on cars more to keep himself busy, and it helped a lot, even got him a job.

- hyperindependence. steve’s biggest character flaw is that he can’t ask for help. whether it’s asking for help in school or asking for soda to hand him a tool in the garage, steve can’t bring himself to do ask. it makes him feel like he’s not good enough to do it on his own.