#has me by the throat 🥲😂

[bigbuffjoonie]

I am floored. Wow. What a finale!! Now that’s what I call stranger danger lmao! I have never seen the show it was inspired from so I really had no idea what to expect! This was an amazing suspenseful journey. Thank you so much for your work! I loved reading it! 💖

Strangers (Chapter Ten)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 6.7k

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!): unreliable narrator, murder, mature themes, minor character death, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, bullying, violence against women, blood and injuries, mc has some self-deprecating thoughts, mc is lowkey in denial.

The day stretched on for what felt like hours but in reality was only about two before the sun had finally begun to set. The weather had been so weird, bright and sunny despite the dark clouds looming in the background. Something told you that the storm you sensed coming previously was finally about to arrive - just in time, too.

You had stared out the window of the hotel as Nayeon paced on the floor in front of the bed. She had been mumbling things here and there, reaching for her phone a few times before ultimately changing her mind. She didn’t like to be out of control of the situation, that much you could tell. You had never seen your best friend so stressed - not even during exam week - and you have to admit you didn’t like it. She had always been so sure of herself for as long as you had known her. If anything, this just emphasized the seriousness of the situation.

You’re sure you probably looked too blasé about the situation, a blank expression on your face as you rested your head on your knees. The truth was you just felt numb, having gone through so many emotions these past days already. This past month had taken a tremendous toll on you, the lack of sleep and stress finally catching up to you. You had no idea what the outcome would be after tonight but you found it hard to care. Jail almost sounded better than whatever awaited you both at the residence, but you weren’t exactly ready to go running to the police station right now anyway. Besides, you didn’t want to find out what Namjoon would do if you went against his wishes.

“Fuck it, I’m calling them.” Nayeon finally broke, picking her phone up off the bed and swiping at it.

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[campingwiththecharmings]

can't stop thinking ab single dad!miguel x preschool teacher!reader 😵‍💫

like he's the only dad that shows up to field day + he's the best bc always over-prepared for his daughter (sunscreen, water bottles, cute lunches, etc.) but he's also super competitive as a soccer dad 😭 AND THE WAY HE ALWAYS HOLDS HER LITTLE BACKPACK ON HIS BROAD ASS SHOULDER :3

all the moms swoon over him but he only has eyes for you~ he's so shy and meek around you even though you're the softest/sweetest woman he's ever met...

his daughter's like "i think daddy has a crush on you" and he blushes so hard + has to shut her up softly in embarrassment.

*screaming* no u don't understand, i'm so normal ab this man...

sa;ldslfkdlg omg please, this is so soft and cute 😭❤️

i'm imagining him wearing the little backpack...like he's so big and so broad and it's so TINY and cute and it looks a lil ridiculous tbh but it's also so ENDEARING asdls;kfdl;kg

him putting sunscreen on her tiny little face with his big ass hands and her giggling about it.

omg the cute lunches makes me think of that fanart i saw where he carved the apples into cute little animals 🥲 but he so would tho? like he's probably super organized about her lunch too, maybe has one of those bento lunch boxes for her. he'd carefully prepare and pack everything and leave her cute little notes, encouraging her and telling her how proud he is of her.

imagine during like a parent teacher conference you'd be telling him how great his kid is doing (except maybe she could use a little help in x area) and he's trying to pay attention because he loves his daughter (obv) and cares about her doing well, but he finds his mind wandering. he's staring at your lips as you're talking, at how every now and then your tongue comes out to wet them. and then he lets his eyes travel up to the sweet little quirk of your smile, the one that makes his brain feel like it's gonna melt and leak out his ears. then he takes in the rest of your face, dragging his eyes over you slowly, until he makes it to your eyes and he notes the amusement in them and realizes you've stopped speaking and are staring at him expectantly, as if you'd asked him a question and he hadn't answered and he clears his throat awkwardly, apologizing and asking you to repeat what you said.

at the end of the year, you ask him out and he accepts. your first date makes him (somehow) even more smitten with you and when he kisses you goodnight, he knows he never wants to kiss anyone but you ever again.

yeah, i'm completely normal too asd;lksl;dfkdlgk and lmao sorry for all the fluff, i'm in my feels rn i guess 😂

[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

Oh mah God, your jasper fanfics are so stinking cute! A continuation of the baseball one would be perfect!

Like maybe after hanging out with her the feelings get stronger and he decides to distance himself in worry, and the reader, albeit confused, respects him and is a little heartbroken. Maybe at one point he worries about her for a moment when Emmett tells her she didn't look well (she's sleep deprived from stressing about him but trying to keep it to herself) so he pulls a creepy (can't find a better word) Edward and shows up outside her room and senses her heartbroken ness and feels like he has it too but brushes it off thinking it's just hers instead of his own. She starts getting closer to the wolfs and he tries acting like it doesn't bother him and pretends he could care less when she starts sitting with them in the cafeteria after he shows back up at school. And it's not until Alice has a vision of her getting discovered by volturi and "ended" that he starts keeping an eye on her again, and when a guard of the volturi blends in at the school and he notices does things begin and yeah....or something like that lol take the idea into your jar of boredom writing or something 😂

I feel like you'd write this perfectly! And spot on with the jasper and his accent..

Uhm...YES!? You're so creative this is such a good idea. I should be doing my college coursework right now, but this is all I'll think about so I'm doing it right now!! Also forgive the gammer 🥲😫

Okay, it won't be a DIRECT continuation of the Baseball one-shot bc it's already part of of a different fic I'm writing. I'm just gonna take out Y/n's friends but the baseball game still happened okay?

(sorry 🙏) (I don't know if that made sense.)

>I just like the cold.

>Jasperxf¡reader

>As I said, not a direct continuation but instead the start of a new series? (lmk)

>could be a tad longer that what I'd usually write 🥲

>TW, Panic Attack

°Jasper's POV°

When I saw her eyes for the first time, in that cramped hallway, I melted inside. My icey veins (filled with the venom that could end her life in an instant) were fueled with warmth as they must've once been long before. And that all too familiar burning sensation at the back of my throat hasn't left me alone since I caught her scent for the first time.

I thought it was just me being hungry. I hadn't eaten that day and it could've been that she just had tasty smelling blood. But knowing my luck, that obviously wasn't it. I can't put my family through this again, I just can't. I've tried to maintain a friendship with her for the fair few weeks she's been here but it's getting harder and harder.

I can't believe I was once angry or annoyed with Edward for falling for a human. I guess karma's a bitch huh? Y/n has no clue about my feelings, I hope. Why would I tell her? So I think it's best, for her safety if I just stop being friends with her. It'll keep her so much safer I know it will.

"I thought that too" Edward said, appearing in the corner of my room.

I didn't jump, I heard him race up the stairs.

"What?" I asked, annoyed I was interrupted by Mr Thought Police himself.

"About Bella. Remember when we left for half a year? And I left her? I thought it'd make her happy. Safe. But it took us both almost dying for me to realise we were safer together.." Edward said, reminding me of the very thing I wanted to try and avoid.

"But that's you, Eddie. You and Bella, by then she already loved you, by then she knew the risk and by then it was too late for stupid mistakes. I'm in a grey area right now, where she doesn't know a damn thing and I just want to keep her safe." I said, sighing as I heard Emmett approach my room aswell.

"Bro, she really likes us.." Emmett said, racing over to the other corner of my room. "I mean for some reason you specifically, but she's told me! We're actually like best friends now so if you want me to be the middle man..just let me know." He said, winking.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I've seen you together before, walking around the school. You've been especially close ever since you almost abliterated her head with a baseball...but oh well."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Jasper?" Emmett teased. Edward laughed as he joined our brother over at his side of my room.

"No Emmett you don't, because I have no right to be jealous in the first place, she's not mine to be jealous over." I said, not meeting thier eyes.

"But you want her to be." Edward said.

This drew my attention as I looked up and saw his face. Care and amusement radiating off of him.

"I'm glad you find my dilemma so amusing, none of us ever laughed at you, you moody asshole" I said, throwing a pillow full force in his direction.

He caught it. "It's just funny to see how much of a little boy you're being about something that is so crystal clear" he said, tossing back the pillow.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" I asked, fed up now.

"She's your singer. Just like Bella was mine. I've heard your thoughts, they're too loud to ignore. That feeling? that burning? It's nothing you've felt around anyone else is it?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, but I don't want to have to go through the same old debate of “do we turn her or not” and that's even if she feels the same way.." I said.

"Dude, you're literally an empath. You can find out yourself" Emmett said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I hate using my gift on her as it is. The thought of manipulating her in any way makes my skin crawl, alright? If it's to help her then I can deal with it but I won't just use it to be nosy, that's not fair" I said. "you can still be friends with her if you want Emmett but I can't do it. I won't let myself drag her into this life. I know you wanted the same thing for Bella, Edward but maybe I can make it happen for Y/n. If anyone deserves a blessed life, it's her." I said, walking out my room, speeding out the house and into the forest to clear my head.

I just need to keep away from her. I'll keep her safe that way.

°Reader's POV°

This week had been..strange. Emmett had been even more friendly then he usually was; it was perhaps due to the fact that he could've killed me the other week with that baseball, but y'know, life goes on. And at no point had I even had a chance to speak to Jasper. Even in class, he'd moved seats. Of course, that was his last resort after they wouldn't let him change his lesson plan.

It ached my heart a little because, I really liked him and for some reason it's like a flip had been switched in his brain and he no longer wanted anything to do with me. It was Friday, and I was determined to atleast get a conversation with him.

While Emmett was babbling on about something to do with gorillas, I interrupted him. "Emmett when did you..uh...see Jasper last?" I asked.

"last I saw he was with Rose and Bella in the cafeteria.." I saw a small glint in his eye as he answered. "But..i don't think he wants to talk to you.." he said just as I began to walk off.

"Have I done something wrong? Did I say something? Is he..is he mad at me for something? Why won't he speak to me?" I rattled off a few of the questions I'd kept to myself all week.

"Woah, calm down. It's..." he hesitated. "it's not my place to say but I think he might just be trying to avoid talking to you because he knows if he does, he won't be able to not talk to you. " he said, in a really confusing tone.

"You've complicated this way too much than you needed to. Is he still there now?" I asked reffering to where he said he saw him.

"Pretty sure, yeah."

I took off without a thank you, which I felt bad about, but I was too focused on getting that conversation with Jasper.

I was almost running to the cafeteria, as I knew the bell was going to ring at any moment. I made it in the cafeteria and spotted him immediately, and he saw me too. His eyes met mine for less than half a second, before he looked to the floor.

He left his conversation with his sisters and went to walk out the opposite way that I was coming in. I ran this time, and caught up to him.

"Hey! What's going on? Have I done something?" I asked, needing answers.

He audibly sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in. "No, you haven't. You haven't done a thing, I promise." He said, and began to walk away again. I moved infront of him to stop him from walking away.

"Don't walk away from me, I wasn't finished. If I haven't done anything then what's the issue? Why can't you talk to me I want to be here for you." I tried to take a hold of his hands but he wouldn't let me touch him. And he didn't meet my eyes, he refused to even look at my face.

"Because...Y/n" I heard his voice shaking. "I just can't be around you, it's not your fault, you're not the reason why I just-" he paused, and bit his inner lip. "I just can't okay?" he said, pushing past me. He sped off down the hall not looking back, leaving me behind.

The bell rang through the halls, louder than I'd ever heard it before. It started to hurt my ears but my eyes couldn't pull away from his figure.

Tears swirled in my eyes as I watched him walk off, and my breath quickened. Then, what I feared, that feeling tightened up in my chest. No. Not a panic attack. I can't, not at school. I took one last look at Jasper walking off before racing back out of the cafeteria and into the school parking lot.

The cold air hit me like a kind wave, and the small droplets of rain coated my face as I looked up at the sky, desperaty wanting it to swallow me whole. It was a small sense of relief before the feeling washed back in like the tide. I ditched my backpack and jacket, throwing them on the floor, needing the coldness on my skin. I tried to slow my breathing down but it wasn't working. I made my way down the steps, now in a short sleeve t-shirt, tripping slightly on the last step as I made my way across the lot. My breathing wasn't slowing and I couldn't stop it, I guess I'd just have to ride it out.

"..Y/n?" I heard from the trees.

I span around, my breath not halting and my panic increasing. As my heart rate was about to rocket even more, Seth Clearwater stumbled out from the trees. I had met him a few times, he and his friends all the way down at the Reservation were good friends with the Cullens.

"Seth?" I aksed, I didn't want to start hallucinating people. That would be a whole new area for me that I wouldn't be able to keep up with.

He made his way over to me. "Yeah, it's me. It's Seth. What's going on? Hey...hey" he was inches away from me now. I tied to move away but he stepped closer in fear I was going to somehow hurt myself. My tears wouldn't stop and my head was looking very which way "Y/n. Look at me."

His order sent a small shockwave into me for a second and I snapped my eyes up, his face blurred due to the tears streaming from my eyes. He took his thumbs and wiped under my eyes, but new tears replaced the stains he wiped away.

"Breathe with me okay?" he asked.

I wanted to try, there's nothing I hate more than this shit. But sometimes you can't help but just ride out the attack until it's done. I nodded my head vigorously and he began to breathe, waiting for me to follow suit.

"Okay in..." he took a breath in and let it out softly. "..and out.."

I tried my best to follow suit but my throat needed as much air as it could get. And it kept speeding up the pattern.

"No Y/n with me, c'mon you got this.." he said, holding my hands.

"In.." he breathed in once again and I followed suit. "and out" he breathed out again.

Slowly but surely my breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace but my shaking didn't stop.

"there you go.." he continued the pattern as he slowly walked me over to a stone wall, and sat me down.

"You're freezing, Y/n." he said, touching my cheek after wiping yet another tear..

"I'll be fine..I like the cold when these things happen.." I laughed slightly, to ease the awkwardness, if there was any.

"I know, it helps a lot doesn't it?" he said, sitting down next to me.

"wait, you've-"

"yep" he cut me off, with a sheepish smile. "I get it. You're inside somewhere when that ugly feeling hits. You beeline it for the nearest exist and the air just gives you something else to feel. It doesn't stop it, but it definitely helps. The cold, it..it helps you feel something different other than that thing in your chest.." he said, describing what it was like for him.

I nodded along as he said so. "yeah..that's...exactly it." I smiled.

He looked up from staring at his feet and smiled back at me, before frowning. "Y/n your lips are slowly going blue, I know how much the cold helps but I won't let you catch hypothermia.." Seth said, pulling me into his chest and offering me a hug.

He was so so warm. It wasn't a stuffy warm either, the kind of warm where you feel sticky. It was that cozy warmth. That homely warmth on a winter morning.

I shivered in his arms at the contact. "Oh..jeez your pretty hot. Are you ill or something?" I asked.

He chuckled slightly. "No Y/n, I'm just a warm person.." he admitted.

"C'mon, let's get you back inside.." he said, rising us up to our feet.

"No!" I wriggled out of his grip, my heart fluttering again, in slight panic. I feel if I see him again today, I'll get worse.

He took hold of me again gently. "Okay..I'll take you home yeah? We just gotta grab your stuff that you graciously dumped on the stairs.." he said, smiling.

I laughed slightly as we walked slowly over to the steps. He jogged up them and picked up my stuff. He placed my jacket over my shoulders and carried my bag over to my car.

He walked confidently over to the drivers seat.

"I swear you're like..16 can you even drive?" I asked, a smile paying on my lips.

"I'm 17 now actually. And it's fine don't worry, hop in" he said, unlocking the car with my keys he must've taken from my pocket.

We got in the car and threw our seat belts on.

"Thanks for this Seth. Aren't you missing a lesson right now though?" I asked, I didn't want to ruin his education.

"Oh nah, me and the boys are on a part time timetable for this school and the one down by the Rez, so don't worry about it...anyways.....where's the handbreak?"

My eyes shot in his direction only to see him holding in a laugh.

"Uh. What do you mean where's the handbreak?" I asked.

He finally giggled. "Don't worry, I'm just joking. We'll be fine. I've never been to your house though, so you can be my sat nav" he smiled turning on the car, and pulling out of the car park.

°Jasper's POV°

I walked away from her. Every fibre of my being telling me to look back. I fought against it, but gave in. I looked back and saw a glimpse of her as she rushed out of the cafeteria.

What am I doing?

I felt the dread and panic leaking from her as I started to walk away. And I just left her. I left her feeling that way. I know I'm doing this to keep her safe but I can't pretend that I'm perfect, leaving her in fear.

Special thanks to my power, I'm extremely sensitive to even my own emotions and with years of practice I've managed to get a good control of it, but Y/n..I feel her emotions so much more than anyone else's.

My still heart is telling me not to go near her, to keep her safe...but her scent, as much as it tempts me, it deals me a great source of comfort..I can't explain it. I'm near her and I feel safe. I'm a monster and have nothing to fear really, but in her presence it's like we're the only two on earth.

Which is why I must do this. I can't that let angel be manipulated by the devil deep inside me. I won't allow it.

I let out the breath I was holding in during that encounter, again not that I needed to, but I think people would notice if I wasn't breathing. I made my way to the science block and yippee! I was next to Sire Brain Detective and his wife.

I was waiting outside the classroom to catch Bella before Edward got there. I caught her scent in the hallway and rushed to her side.

"Hey Bella, can you just maybe kinda block my thoughts from Edward please?" I asked, a sheepish smile following close behind.

"Why?" She asked, squinting her eyes a little.

"Well you've never had the problem, but Edward is very nosy. And I'd just like my thoughts kept to myself for today." I said.

We kept on walking into the classroom and to our seats.

"So it's nothing to do with Y/n then?" she quizzed.

Even hearing her name makes me feel sick.

"No. Bella..just please can you do it?" I was begging her at this point as I smelled Edward down the corridor.

She looked up as she caught his scent too. "Okay, but you owe me" she said.

"Thanks Bella." I said.

Edward walked in the class and met my eyes immediately, a hint of confusion crossed his face before he sat down next to his wife and realised. "Oh c'mon how is that fair?" he said.

"How is what fair?" Me and Bella said at the same time. We looked at eachother breifely before opening out books as instructed to.

°Reader's POV°

Awkward, sweaty and sleepless. That's all I feel right now. I close my eyes and he's there. I open my eyes an he's all I can imagine. Everything I tried, I couldn't get him off my mind. I even tried counting sheep, but the sheep soon morphed themselves into horses, then I soon saw him riding a horse, actually imagining him as a Cowboy. I snapped my eyes open and drank some water I left by the side of my bed, before making a last attempt to get some sleep.

After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning in the same directions over and over again, I got up and opened my window. Again, the cold air washed over me and it was almost instant relief. Just like Seth said, it gives you something else to feel.

I watched the trees as they swayed in the wind, thier green leaves brushing against eachother at each breeze. Out of all the places my Mum had placed me while she did her book tour, Washington was probably my favourite so far, well specifically Forks. Since the beginning of the year, (when my Mum's book tour started) I'd been placed in a random city in the state she needed to visit, and Forks was this really nice and small town. Where everyone knew everyone. Of course, the thought of litteraly everyone talking about me as the new arrival didn't appeal to me at all, but when I had moments to myself, it was impossible for me not to gawk at the nature around me. The grey skies, while annoying to some, gave me a nice comforting feeling. The rain, which everyone hated, was my favourite weather. I don't know what it was.. I guess I just like the cold.

I was pulled from my thoughts as my phone buzzed under my pillow. It was my mum calling, I answered of course, but I wandered why she was calling at 4am.

"Mum? what's up?" I asked, trying to hide my tired voice.

"Oh my god Y/n I'm so sorry.. I forgot about the time zones...go back to sleep, I'll ring you at a better time.." she said.

"wait what do you mean the time zones? you're in Washington too?" I questioned, wandering what she meant.

"No..honey, that's why I called. I got to my hotel and they said they had my reservation booked for next year, so they flew me out to the state I was supposed to be in." She said, sounding ashamed. "I tried to mention you, and say how I could catch my own flight..but.. they-they wouldn't listen to me..."

"Mum... Mum it's okay, don't worry about it I'll be fine okay? Just make me proud." I said.

"but I only gave you enough money to last a couple months not over a year..nearly two! And you're in your last year of school, what will you do all day? How-"

"Mum" I cut her off "I'll get a job, it'll be fine. You've been doing book tours since I was like 15, I know how to live on my own." I said.

"but that was when you were 5 minutes down the road...or a bus drive away..now I'm on the other side of the country!" She panicked.

"wait, the other side of the country? where did they fly you to?" I asked. The phone went silent for a few seconds before she answered.

"I'm in Georgia, honey.." She said. "I called you as soon as I had time, I'm sorry I've left you there, I can book a flight and cancel the tour-"

"-No, Mum don't. I'm not gonna pretend hearing you were in Georgia didn't scare me a little bit, but I'm perfectly fine here in Forks. I like it here.." I said honestly.

"but honey-"

"No 'buts'." I said. "Mum some kids leave the nest at early ages, some never leave..maybe it's my time to make a life for myself.." I said, with tears threatening to spill.

"I-in Washington, are you sure?" Mum's voice was shaking by now.

"Mum, I'm old enough. I know it's scary, it'll be difficult too but.. sometimes life just throws you in a new direction and you can't help but see where it takes you.." I said, wiping a tear from my cheek.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one full of wisdom little lady" she joked. "well...I guess it isn't the craziest idea you've had." she said, sadly.

"so yeah?" I asked.

She took a deep breath "Yes Y/n, yes. Start your life.." she said.

"Okay.." I said.

It wasn't long before I was off the phone and trying to sleep again. I prayed when I rested my head on the pillow, he wouldn't plug my mind, but much to my dismay he returned and my heart ached.

I closed my eyes and managed to drift off to sleep just before my alarm rang for me to start getting ready for school. The ringing of the bell threw me back to that moment. That moment he left. Just like that.

°Emmett's POV°

Since the day Jasper told Y/n that he couldn't be near her anymore, she hasn't been in. And I'm worried about how she's taken it.

I didn't tell Jasper I was gonna go pick Y/n up today as I didn't want him to go all emo and be like “ugh you're gonna smell like her all day!” so I instead took my absolutely, positively, non-judgemental wife.

"So why are we on our way to a humans house right now?" Rose asked me from the passenger's seat of my jeep. "what purpose is she serving us other than pleasing our noses?"

"Babe, she's my friend..and I'm worried about how she is. She didn't come in at all last week since Jasper didn't want anything to do with her, and I'm not gonna let my idiot of a brother be the reason she fails school.." I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

Rose went silent and looked out the window. "Just let me know when we're there.." she said, closing her eyes.

"That would be now.." I said, pulling up outside her house.

I got out the jeep while Rose stayed in, and made my way to the front door. I hesitated before knocking and waited for an answer. A good minute went by, so I knocked again and as I did, the door flew open.

"I told you three times already, Mrs Henderson doesn't live here anym-" she cut herself off when she saw my amused face.

She rubbed her eyes. "Emmett?"

"The one and only!" I replied.

"What are you doing here?" her voice was drained, and she looked a lot less bubbly than before. Her eyes drooped slightly and dark circles hung below them from lack of sleep.

"To get you to school, missy!" I said, not wanting to comment about the elephant in the room.

"But Emmett, Jasper said-"

"Fuck what Jasper said, it's your life and it's your school too. What..just because he's being a little bitch right now that means you can't get educated? I don't see how that's fair.." I said, crossing my arms.

She rolled her half-lidded eyes. "Okay, let me get changed.." she said, turning back into her house and shutting the door.

I celebrated my victory behind the wood of the closed door and waited for her to open it again. I sat on the step and prepared to wait, when the door swung open again. She stepped out with all her stuff. "C'mon then, let's go." she said, plastering on a fake smile.

"I thought you were atleast gonna cook some breakfast? It's like half seven in the morning..." I said, standing up and leading her to the jeep.

"Nah...not hungry." she said, climbing in.

I got in too, and put the radio back on.

"Hey Rosalie" Y/n said, tiredly a sheepish smile across her face.

My head quickly turned to my wife and I begged her with my eyes to be nice. But she didn't even look at me and instead looked for Y/n in the wing mirror.

"Jasper's an idiot, but he cares about you and he's doing this for your own good, I'd take it as a win." she said, before closing her eyes again and turning up the radio.

I started the jeep up again after a small awkward silence with nothing but the music blaring and began to drive to the school.

"yeah but does he know how much it's actually hurting?" Y/n whispered, any normal person wouldn't have heard it but of course me being a beautiful, immortal, gifted being...I did.

Passing through the familiar streets of Forks, it didn't take me long to get to the school, I parked the jeep and Rose got out. I turned around in my seat to face Y/n. Her sleep-deprived look catching me off guard once again.

"You ready girl?" I asked, grinning.

She sighed. "Not really, Emmett" she replied sadly, staring at a particular stone wall in the car park.

"Well c'mon, you got this. Let's go" I said, getting out.

It wasn't long before she climbed out herself. As she shut the door.

"Thanks for dragging me in Emmett, but I'm gonna go incase he appears from around the corner or something.." she said, with low energy as she dragged her feet toward the doors of the school.

°Reader's POV°

I couldn't thank Emmett more, I wouldn't have been able to get here on my own accord. It's just a shame I didn't have the energy to express my gratitude to him as much as I wanted to.

It was about 10 minutes until my first lesson so I walked to the cafeteria to get a drink. As I opened the doors, I saw Seth and some of his friends from the Rez sat at a table and so I wasted no time in going over there.

"What are you lot doing here?" I asked.

"Part time, time-table in each school! How do you keep forgetting that?" one of them said.

"Uhm..Seth?" I looked to him for help, I could barely remember any of the other's names.

"Alright, sit down." he pulled a chair from the table behind him and turned it next to him, facing their table. "Here we have Quil, Leah my sister, and Embry." he said.

I had only met the rest of them once but Seth I had seen a number of times, and he's who I was closest to...now for a very obvious reason.

"So what's your first lesson?" Quil asked.

"Science.." I said quietly, biting the inside of my cheek afterward to simmer down the anxiety I felt creeping in.

I started boucing my leg too, which Seth took notice to. He offered me a smile, which I returned, weak as ever.

The bell rang, louder than before, and I covered my ears, burying my head down against my chest. Each time I hear that bastard bell it gets louder and louder, and the memory of that last conversation with him gets clearer and clearer in my mind.

°Jasper's POV°

"I'm telling you man..she's-"

Emmett would not stop. I told him I didn't want to hear it, but he was following me all over our house, not leaving me alone.

"her eyes don't look the same, she doesn't have nearly as much energy as she used to, I haven't seen her smile, and if I'm being honest I don't think she's eating properly.." Emmett said.

Hearing his words made my non-beating heart ache.

"I've been picking her up all week and she never eats breakfast, and when was the last time I saw her eating in the cafeteria? Uhh let me think, I haven't!" he said, in my face.

I was looking at the floor, guilt riddling my body. She's like this because of me.

"I get it. Emmett. Okay?" I spat, my voice quavering.

He moved back slowly, almost realising that this was hurting me too, and left my room.

After staring out the window for another moment or two, I sped off out the house before anyone could question it. I ducked and dived between branches, breaking them if they were too big for me to dodge. I raced through the woods rembering the route to her house when I met her before school, when we first started to talk to each other. I ran to her. Wondering what I was going to do when I got there, would I beg her to forgive me? Would I stop this madness and just tell her everything? At this point, I couldn't see anything but her angelic face, and hear her sweet voice and before I knew it, I came to a swift stop by the trees of her house.

I approached it slowly, still deciding what to do, until I lingered by the side of the house where her bedroom was. I climbed up a tree that rested just by it and waited to see her or atleast hear her.

"fuck sake..just go away!" I heard her complain as she slammed the door to her bedroom. "You don't want anything to do with me so why won't you get out of my head!" She panicked, her voice wailing as she spoke.

"It's not fair.." she said after a minute of silence. She got up. "It's not fair." she repeated. She tossed her chair on the floor. "It's not fair!" she threw a picture frame against the wall. She repeated those three words, growing more aggressive each time and trashing a new part of her room until she ran out of energy.

She breathed heavily and sunk against the wall, sobbing. She cried, and it was like a thousand hot knives were cutting me all over. She cried and I had to fight as hard as I could not to rush in there.

She cried and I felt heartbreak. My breath quickened too, as her emotions laced with my own. Sat in the tree in that moment I didn't know which emotions were mine and which were hers.

She cried and cried until she fell asleep, and that's when some of her emotions filtered away from my body. Though she fell asleep and tears were still staining her cheeks, the aching in my heart wouldn't leave or subside. It stayed.

[imagine--if]

Hi may i ask for a niragi dating headcannons? Thank you (^-^)

Btw, I love your work

A/N: Thank you so much ☺️ I’ve been wanting to write for you all sooner, but my laptop charger decided to stop working, so I’ve been a little restricted with working and basically did this on a different computer because it’s literally impossible for me to type everything on my tiny phone screen 💀 Anyways, enjoy!! Requests are closed now but I’ll be able to answer every one that’s come in for you in the meantime 🤍

Warnings: Mentions of suggestive stuff (hickeys ☺️) and violence… is Niragi a whole warning himself lol

Quick note: These headcanons are personalised slightly since I absolutely hate how he acts with Usagi (you know what I mean 😐) so let’s say he’s more of a decent person than how he’s portrayed in some scenes 😅♥️

🖤 Dating Niragi Includes… 🖤

🤍• Aaaaghhhh it’s the strutting bully in black and white who is almost as crazy possessive with you as Banda would be 😵‍💫 have fun, because once he notices that you didn’t shy away in disgust from his bold flirtatious advances and returned his attention back at the Beach, take him, boy’s yours 😂

🤍• These headcanons are typically set in Season 2, but before the fire and Niragi’s presumed death when it all burned down, with time and privacy, you somehow found the soft side of the victim-turned-bully who desperately wants you to believe that he’s a powerful, intimidating bad boy.

🤍• Jealous jealous jealous 💀 especially with Chishiya; if the smug blonde looks at you for a moment too long with that raised brow and observant eyes? He gets Niragi’s rifle shoved into his face with a barrel of insults and threats. Because deep down, he’s still vulnerable and doesn’t want anyone turning your head or seeing that he’s not done fearless trigger happy guy, he’s just Niragi.

🤍• And if you end up telling him when you’re alone that you only want Niragi, he has to a take a second to not cry. 🥲 Still, when it’s not just you two together where he lets his walls come down, he’ll persist on showing off by declaring how he dedicates his wins in games to you or something. All the survivors nod in confirmation with wide eyes at you when you question it in amusement.

🤍• He’s not one at all to back down from PDA, since subtlety is not Niragi’s strong suit, but if you’re not comfortable with him leaving massive hickeys for the world to see and his tongue down you’re throat in wide open public… yeah, okay, a roll of his eyes but he’ll tone it down and keep an arm slung around your shoulder.

🤍• He likes you playing around with his rifle, which is a wonder, since anyone else who gets too close to it has it snatched away and pointed right in their face 😅 but Niragi’s surprisingly quiet when it’s just you two in your room, him sitting behind you and playing thoughtfully with your hair, or guiding your hands absentmindedly, while you look over the weapon’s triggers and material. Occasionally his head drops in the crook of your neck with a tired pout and he gets fed up of your attention being on it instead of him, which could lead to… well, him having your full attention 😉

🤍• But after the Beach burns down and Niragi’s presumed dead, it leaves you to stick with Arisu and his group while you stay quieter than usual, watching the colours of lovebites fade from your skin over the days and your mind drifting to the cocky bastard who you’ve seen cling to you at night, neither of you saying a word about it but just letting it happen. Being the only comfort to each other, the only person in possibly years that Niragi’s let, in or even loved.

🤍• So when you see him at that evaporation game, or threatening Chishiya and Arisu with his gun, it’s a wave of relief and tears that makes him forget what he’s doing and hold onto you like he’d never let go again 🥹 he keeps saying he’s sorry, over and over, cradling you so tight you have to tell him that you can’t breathe

🤍• However, because of what happened at the Beach, he’s now terrified all over again about you hating him because of the burns on his face, so when you assure him that you don’t care and that you’re only glad he’s still alive, he’ll get that urge to break down and cry again 🥺

🤍• He’s still as arrogant and headstrong as he was before in games and with people, but a little weaker. You’re basically his nurse, cus the dude spits blood 😶 and him being him teases about that, but really, he wants to make sure he’s strong enough to carry on and get you both safe back in the real world, where he can look out for you instead of the other way around, and be a proper kind of couple

🤍• Niragi is increasingly protective now too, since he already lost you once. There’s no way he’ll let it happen again, and it’s hard to convince him to let you do things in games without him doing it all for you with you behind him. He means well, obviously, but it can be a bit overbearing sometimes 😅

🤍• All in all, once Niragi’s in love, he’s in love, and he won’t let you go. He’s actually a really great, passionate lover, all violent cray-cray traits aside - they’re never directed at you anyway, never - and there won’t be a day that goes by where you can’t tell.

🤍• I might have to write an imagine about this now 🥹 gotta love Niragi 💕

[galvanizedfriend]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Hello, nonnie! I see your asks have made the rounds. Really nice to see lots of rec lists circulating!

I had to give this a thought. It's very hard to come up with just 10. I could easily do a part II. 😂 But without further ado, and in no particular order, 10 of my favorite KC fics:

. The Parisian Deal by Borzoi

I honestly vary between The Parisian Deal and Paradise Lost as my favorite Borzoi fics. It depends. I think I'm in my Parisian Deal era, though. I've recced this a few times over the last few months, whenever someone's asked me for my favorites or humanity-less Caroline fics. For me, this is the best one that comes to mind. Borzoi's fics are all brilliant. I love their writing style to bits. It reads like a novel, it draws in and it grips you by the throat until the very end. This one features Klaus being called to the rescue by a desperate Salvatore clan when Caroline turns off her humanity and fucks off to Europe. Unlike her friends, Klaus doesn't threaten her, doesn't try to force her to feel; instead, he offers her a deal. And it's perfect. I love this story with my whole heart, I can't even tell you.

. In the Backseat by Lila2

After leaving Hayley as a wolf in the Bayou and earning the hatred of his entire family, Klaus shows up with baby Hope on Caroline's doorstop. He has no idea what to do with a baby, is too proud to apologize and is in desperate search of some validation, which invariably leads her back to her (just like in 5x11). Caroline is torn between being mad at him for having a baby with freaking Hayley, and also the fact that she loves kids and there's a part of her that resents him precisely because he gets to have them, when she never will. In her own way, Caroline puts him in his place and convinces him to make amends and go home, take Hope back to her mother - but only if she comes with him on the road trip. And boy, is it worth it. 🥰 It's a fic that has the baby as a catalyst for everything, at the center of everyone's woes in different ways, but it's not about the baby, in case you're a baby fic hater. And the writing is just chef's kiss.

. the birth and death of the day by @little-miss-sunny-daisy

For a good while there, this fic was my entire fandom personality. Whenever anyone gave me a second of their time, I'd preach about the birth and death of the day. I was obsessed. Kelly is a brilliant writer, so, so, so talented. I am not kidding when I saw I wish I could write like her. And the greatest proof of that is how this fic was everything to me, in spite of not being at all my cup of tea on the tin. I don't like Supernatural, I never watched more than two episodes, and the Klaroline bit here kind of takes on a secondary role to the end of the of the world. But it's such an intense and brilliant character study on Caroline that it had my whole heart from the start. Her relationship with her BROTHERS Dean and Sam is so heartfelt, and it exposes so much of who Caroline really is as a character. The plot is INSANE and AMAZING and HUGE and it's so incredible how it ties in so seamlessly with the Mystic Falls shenanigans. And then there is Klaus! When I saw secondary, I don't mean irrelevant. I just mean there's more to the story than just their relationship. But it is still brilliantly developed. Honestly, just writing about it brings me back memories. I love it so much.

. Quiet Light by @definedareasofuncertainty

I am biased when it comes to Luiza's fics because I'm a fangirl and I have been one since day one, before we even became friends. But in the years (years 🥲 we have been here so long, friend) we have known each other, her writing has only gotten better and better. It's atmospheric and understated and it has this mindfulness about it that I can't really explain. It really feels like being in the characters' stream of thinking, you get instantly pulled into it. It evokes emotions without it ever having to be minutely described, and I think that's such an incredible talent. I wish I could write like this! And Quite Light not only brings all of those things forward, but it also brings COMPLEXITIES and MORAL QUARRELLS and it was also WRITTEN FOR ME. 😌✨ Luiza thought she was getting revenge on me by torturing Elijah, but LITTLE DID SHE KNOW I actually loved it. I went into this thinking it would be just a rom-com style story (which I love), but it's so much more. By the end I was crying real tears. 🥲 It becomes such a beautiful story about the relationship between Klaus and Elijah. Honestly brilliant.

. light years by @definedareasofuncertainty

Honestly, this fic has a very specific target audience, and that target audience is ME. I'm not even exaggerating; this is one my favorite pieces of fic ever written in the KC fandom. The way a Klarolijah fic speaks to me can be so personal. 🥺 I love the Klarolijah dynamic. I really do. But it takes a very specific balance for me to feel it. It can very easily go from me loving it, to me wanting to throttle someone. And this! THIS!! This is absolutely it. 🥲 And it's just about my favorite thing ever. This is actually three mini drabbles combined into one. Each of them is written through a different POV - Klaus', Elijah's and Caroline's. And the combination of all three, the way they tell the same story through different eyes, is just !!!!!!!!! Honestly, I don't have words. This has ✨Yokan my beloved✨ written all over it and I feel it very much. Luiza has a ridiculous talent for writing things on the spot. She got prompted to write an Elijah piece, and then a Caroline piece, and then a Klaus one, and she wrote them all in like 30 minutes on one of her mini drabbles challenge, and OH MY FUCKING GOD. I hate her for how good she is. 😭 (I don't, I love her, but I also v much envy her talent).

. this is a harvest by @highgaarden

I spent a solid few minutes here thinking about which of Hannah's fics I wanted to list, because she has this huge catalogue and I've basically read all of them and have gushed over almost every single one over the years. But even though there are others that could easily be in my top 10, I always end of going back to This is a Harvest. I remember when I first read it, I closed the tab at the end and was just… Done. Not in a 'I can't stand this story/ship/fandom anymore', but in a 'this is the fic to end all fics' kind of way. And it's not so much about the style or the writing, which are both stunning, but the way the story is told. It's a canon divergence that spans over years and I felt it in my heart that this was where the story could've gone. The choices they could've made. The way Caroline's story could and should have ended. And I was satisfied. I started writing and reading KC fanfiction after TO was over because I was so indignant about the way the show ended, so unhappy that I needed to give it my own spin, and read other folks doing the same, and when I read this story I felt like I had achieved that. This is it, I can put this to rest.

Obviously, I was way too deep by then that I couldn't really abandon the fandom (even though, just between us here, I kind of wish I could), but for a whole week or two, I was at peace. This fic gave me peace. That's it.

. Into the Woods by @jinxedwood

"But Yokan, how would you like to see Klaus' part in Legacies play out?" Like this. Exactly like this. This story accepts the finale we were dealt in The Originals, and then makes something absolutely amazing with it. I love the premise, I love the mythology involved, I love how unique this take is, and I love how even though it's poignant and bittersweet, it still packs up everything about Kc that made me love this ship so much. Caroline has been in Europe for years trying to find a way to help her daughters with their Gemini situation, and then she ends up stumbling across something else entirely. While she thought the thing she most wanted to see on a brief stint on the Other Side would be Gemini witches, her heart betrays her by taking her to who she really misses the most.

. it takes a while to settle down by theviolonist

This story is so old school it was written before Steroline. It's about Tyler. But we all know who Caroline ends up marrying, so in my heart, this is really what happens before Caroline marries Stefan. And honestly, it works just as well. This story is a punch to your stomach, but it is PERFECTION in 8k words. It's hot, it's bittersweet, it's SO in character. Caroline's denial, telling herself that Klaus is there to see her because he still ones revenge on Tyler, when it becomes very obvious, very fast, as it always does on the show, that it's never about Tyler, it's all about her. UGH. Honestly, brilliant. (third fic on this list with a The National reference on the title, I SENSE A PATTERN).

. As One Wishes to Live by @lalainajanes

I had never in my life read a genie!AU, and simply could not wrap my mind around anything of the sort that wouldn't be extreme crack!fic. Imagine my surprise upon reading this story. It's bittersweet in the best possible way. At the same time it's endearing and adorable (and so very IC) to watch Caroline fumbling for a fair and non-insane way to handle Klaus, the genie Katherine accidentally gifted her with (and who just happens to look incredibly alluring), it's so very poignant to read Klaus' POV. He's Klaus in the way that he's suspicious and dismissive and kind of snobbish, really, but he's resigned to his fate. This is a Klaus who has been broken by years of enslavement as this prop who's there exclusively to serve others. Every time he mentions one of his past masters, you just get that stab - and so does Caroline. Laine is one of the most prolific and talented KC writers ever, and I have read and enjoyed so, so many of her fics, but this definitely has a special place in my heart.

. Psychedelic Kicks by @notalittlebutalottie

This is an ensemble story that has Klaroline at heart, but that gives every other character a moment to shine. And shine they do! Everyone gets their own side stories, and absolutely loved following every single one of them. Lottie made me care for characters I hate in canon, like Katherine and Kol. Even Stefan and Elena had my heart here. This fic is a journey, full of ups and downs, and it has such a satisfying end. It's also incredibly original in its setting and tone, which I think it's one of Lottie's greatest talents. It's very are for historical fics to be set in the 60s, and not only did Lottie choose this very particular time, but she also did such a remarkable job incorporating the decades' aspects into the story. Not just the fashion, and the music, and Woodstocky vibes, but the social and political unrest as well. This is a story with LAYERS, my friends, and it's incredible. I could totally see this being a TV show or a movie tbh. It's that good.

[the-kr8tor]

Oil burns are the worst I HATE THEM SM.. The "whoa spider be upon ye" made me giggle way to much Daily Hobie HC! This one has mentions of my personal infection when the song red sex was popular/the infection trend. The moment Hobie heard that you had been bit, he felt his entire world collapse. Hobie pulled you in close, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears in the dim light of your bunker. He reaches up to pull away your face mask, wanting to kiss you again. His face completely falls when you decline it, not wanting to infect him as well, to have him endure the pain that you're going through. But Hobie couldn't live without you in this hellish world. What would be the point if he lost you? You weren't far from stage 4 of the infection, already showing immense breathing difficulties. You began to distance yourself from Hobie's, who's heart broke every day. He just wanted to feel you against him for one last time, but you were already drifting away before he could ever reach for you. Tears welled in his eyes everyday, yet never fell. He tried to stay strong for you, but he didn't want to. He wanted to break down and hug onto you tightly, to beg for you to just let him hold you one last time, but he didn't. His words were stuck in this tightening throat, trying not to let the heavy tears fall. Day and night, his mind was occupied with the loving memories of you two before everything happened. Every night, Hobie curled up in bed, reaching out to your side of the bed, now cold and empty, not even a sliver of your usual aroma present. It was just him, alone. But the day that you never returned was the day the bunker became more colder, and Hobie's tears finally fell. He fell to his knees, tears rolling down his face and dropping into his lap as he uncovered a box filled with pictures of the two of you. Dates, anniversaries, just silly things like how you'd snap photos of him sleeping like 'a Victorian woman', you used to say. Or how he used to snap photos when you weren't ready. You used to say how you weren't photogenic, but you were in his eyes. Not sure what to do with himself, Hobie decided to take a walk out in the apocalyptic world. If he dies, oh well. The world keeps spinning..but for him, it stopped a while ago when you told him you were infected. Gearing up very loosely, with only knuckle wraps and a gun, he ventured out, trudging through the overgrown grass as his mind replayed one of his favourite memories, his jaw clenching while he sobbed silently. While he was walking, he heard a sound. Immediately, Hobie ducked behind a large boulder, listening out to determine if whatever is out there gets closer..that is, until he heard your hoarse voice calling out for him, your speech slurred. Although he knew it wasn't you, his body reacted quicker than his mind, instinctively standing up and blowing his cover. You looked like death. And your distinct, bone wings that had grown out from your shoulder blades signified that you were at the point of no return. It just got worse for you from this point on, and he knew it would. Hobie panicked for a moment, not thinking straight as you lunged towards him, your last bit of consciousness wanting to feel his warmth one last time, but he quickly put a bullet through you before he or you could even blink. What had he done? He lost you completely, and it was his fault. -🐦‍⬛

Ouch! Put some burn cream on it so it doesn't worsen

😂 woah___be upon ye is my favourite thing to say lol

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

NOOOOOOOO POOR HOBIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I love apocalypse AUs the angst is top notch

Fr made my heart ache the second Hobie saw r wandering around 🥲

I bet R took one of the pictures so the last thing they saw before they fully turned was Hobie's face without actually endangering him 😭

The wings made me gasp! It's not your average zombie infection 😯

Nuuu he ended it :( I can see him just frozen afterwards until he realises what happened

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 5!!!��

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 5 "Mall Madness"

Timestamp: 1:28:54

Video Length: 2min. & 37sec.

Gorgug still has Zelda's mixtape!!! 😭✋

Tiny Halfling Mage: "You've saved me from whatever that terrible orb was trying to do! Some study is required to see what effect-"

Gorgug: "Do you see what's going on around you and how many times it's already happened?"

Tiny Halfling Mage: "Hm?"

Gorgug: "What were you doing at the base of this escalator?"

Tiny Halfling Mage: "I'm heading to Armour, Zombie, and Lich."

Gorgug: "uhhh"

Tiny Halfling Mage: "It's where you get all your undead minions."

Gorgug: "Interesting. Well, I'm done talking to you." 😂🤣💀

Gorgug cut that convo real short! 😂🤣💀

That halfling mage probably has a -1 perception fr! 🤣🤣😂😂💀💀

Gorgug frenzies on the person next to Kristen and GETS A NAT20!!! 😆😆👏👏

Lou: "Oh, he still listens to it? Ooh"

🥲🥲🥲

Fig: "Gorgug, are you listening to your ex's mixtape?"

Gorgug: "No, I just haven't gotten a new one yet."

Gorgug says he'll get another mixtape at the mall if they have one 😭✋

Murph like "They don't sell Mixtapes." 😭

Murph arguing lightly about the differences between a compilation and a mixtape! 😭😂💀

Fabian: "No, Bards and Nobles definitely still has CDs." 😂🤣💀

Riz comes out of hiding to argue! 😂🤣💀

Ally jokingly: "Kalina slits your throat." 😂

Murph play-choking 😂🤣💀

Gorgug's heavy metal axe unfortunately doesn't do anything on NAT20s :(((

27 damage and they're knocked prone! ;0

At the end of Gorgug's turn, Cassandra continues to grow! 😭✋

Cassandra is now riddled with red veins!!! 😭✋

Lou: "3-point stance. Nasty."

Cassandra fires a cantrip

Cassandra is so mad and the anger is still filling her :(((

Cassandra is joined now as an ally in this fight but something is still going on! 🥲🥲

[tyongf-nct]

hey i’m a long time follower but i do not want to show who i am! your stories made me want to learn english so thank you for that :-)

i wanted to ask if you could write a wayv (any one) x reader where the reader is a soloist and the wayv person (sorry i forget the word 😂) mcs with them and they fall for each other

sorry for my poor english i am still learning !

hi!! thank you so much for the long time support 😭 and WOW that is a huge thing for my writing to do so THANK YOU for telling me that!! that is so kind of you to say and i am really glad my content has been enjoyable for you. pls never be afraid to slide into my inbox whenever!! and your english is literally amazing, you’re doing great!! 🫶 i am sorry this has taken me so long to answer, school has been killing me these last few months 🥲 but i hope you enjoy! 💕 i decided on kun bc this story idea felt so sweet just like him 🥰

dynamic: fem!reader x qian kun

warnings/tags: fluff, love confessions, mc!reader, mc!kun, fluffy blurb feat. romantic kun

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“Cut!” The producer’s voice echoed out across the sound stage, and you sighed in relief as the work day came to an end. You smiled to the staff member who took your MC microphone from you as you stepped off the small platform, a hand swooping in to guide you gently down the step.

Your breath hitched as you looked over to see Kun’s nimble fingers clasping yours, his handsome face smiling. You felt the heat brush up onto your cheeks as you nodded your thanks. Your hands stayed connected for just a beat too long before he released you, walking off the stage in the direction of his green room. You bit your lip, gathering the courage to follow him before walking a little too fast to not be embarrassing to anyone watching. Which, you hoped, no one was.

His door was already closed by the time you reached his room, and your fist that was ready to knock on his door froze in midair. You didn’t want to bother him, but you were dying to get asking him out over with. Over the past several months that the two of you had been working together you had grown closer, sharing meals nearly every day on and off set and filming for hours together. Now that your time as an MC was almost up, you weren’t sure if you and Kun would stay connected. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, at the very least you wanted to remain friends.

Huffing, you gathered the courage to draw your fist back again to knock when his door suddenly swung open, revealing a shirtless Kun. Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his defined abdomen and greedily took in all his deliciously sharp angles and muscles. It wasn’t until you heard your name uttered by his smooth voice that you whipped your eyes back up to meet his. You tried to calm your racing heart as you laughed nervously, Kun’s face gentle and amused.

“Can I help you?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You squawked. Clearing your throat, you tried again, “Mm. I mean, yes.” There, much calmer.

“I just, er, I just wanted to talk to you. Quickly, I know you’re probably tired,” you smiled brightly. He returned your smile, ushering you inside.

“Of course. Although I’m never too tired for you,” he hummed. That familiar heat made its way back up your neck as you giggled quietly.

He slid a plain t-shirt over his head, much to your relief, as you sat gingerly on the small couch in his room. Kun came to sit next you to and gave you his full attention as he faced you.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

You picked at the skin near your thumbs as you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I—well, I’m just going to be honest. I have had so much fun MC-ing with you this year, Kun, and I hope that we can remain friends after our contracts are up. I…I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing. And I’ve…I’ve grown to…” you trailed off, suddenly nervous at his possible rejection. Kun was calm as ever though, watching you with his gentle and open expression you had grown to love so dearly. He nodded encouragingly, letting you gather your thoughts.

You inhaled and exhaled, looking him in the eyes. “I’ve grown to like you. As in, more than a friend. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you, before it was too late,” your voice was quiet, just above a whisper. The room was silent for a few beats, and a small horror that you had ruined a wonderful friendship began to creep up inside you.

Kun banished those thoughts in the next moment, though, as he slid closer to you and grabbed your clammy hands. He held yours in his one of his own as the other held your face with devastating softness.

“Y/n…I…I’m so glad you told me that. That took a lot of bravery. Certainly more than I have,” he chuckled to himself. “I feel the same way. I have for a long time, but—honestly, I was just too nervous to confess.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you stared at him, watching his full lips curl into a grin as he let you take in his confession. Kun still held your hand and your face as you processed what he had said.

“Really? You, you feel the same way?” Your heart raced even faster as Kun nodded, taking his hand from your face to clasp both your hands into his.

“That’s…well, that’s great! Awesome! Ha!” You laughed brightly, relief crashing through you as your mind raced with the fantasy of finally dating the man you had fallen for.

“It is great,” he laughed with you, bringing you in for an unexpected hug. You paused only for a moment before returning it, breathing in that comforting scent you had become so accustomed to being around. The two of you pulled apart and watched one another with happy faces.

“So, do you want to go on a date?” You asked merrily.

“Wow, I have got to learn how to be this confident,” Kun shook his head, and you shoved him playfully. He snorted, then looked into your eyes with his big brown ones.

“Of course I do,” he said softly. You struggled to contain your squeal, throwing your arms around his neck once again and relishing in feeling his chest shake with laughter before his arms came around you once more. You stayed like that for a while, racing heartbeats calming and beating as one.

[kybercrystals94]

The Common Cold

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 13|Prompt 13: “I don’t feel so good.”

Rating: G

Words: 451

Summary: Tech catches the common cold.

The common cold should not - in theory – affect clones whose DNA has been specifically engineered to withstand against a multitude of hardships that would be of detriment to the average human; however, perhaps the demands of war and the need for new soldiers has had an impact on the Kaminoan’s quality control.

Which may explain why Tech wakes up in the middle of his sleep cycle with his throat raw and his head stuffed to the point he worries his skull might combust. His bones and joints ache beneath sore muscles and sensitive skin. Miserable feels too mild a term.

It takes some mental preparation, but he manages to roll out of his bunk to stagger over to the med kit and search for anti-inflammatory and decongestant.

Hunter catches him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, “Are you injured?”

“No. I don’t feel so good. I’m sick,” Tech bites out, voice nasally and hoarse.

“Sick,” Hunter echoes, deadpan, as though the word has never been introduced to his vocabulary until this very moment.

“It’s just a minor cold,” Tech clarifies. He rattles off his symptoms, “Aches, congestion, sore throat…”

Hunter takes a measured step back. “Why don’t you go back to bed, and I’ll bring you whatever medications you’re looking for.”

“I am perfectly capable...”

Hunter gives him a look that borders on concern and disgust. “It’s not about capability, Tech. It’s about you touching our medical supplies with your infected hands.”

While the words themselves feel a little...dramatic, the man has a point.

“Fine,” Tech relents, holding up his infected hands in surrender. “I just need an anti-inflammatory and decongestant.”

Hunter nods. “And where’s the disinfectant spray?”

Tech rolls his eyes, but he’s too tired and sore to think of a snarky remark. “You’ll find the cleaning supplies in the bottom drawer of the supply closet.”

Crosshair chooses this exact moment to make an appearance, catching Tech’s words with absolutely no context. “What sort of mess did you make, Hunter? Playing with the armor paint again?”

“It’s not for me. Tech is sick.”

The sniper casts Tech a dirty look. As if Tech chose to get sick. As if this were his idea of a good time. Tech tries his best to match the disdainful expression before announcing, “I’m going back to bed. You had better hope that the air filters are in working order. I would hate for anyone else to fall ill.” He makes sure to force every ounce of sarcasm he possesses into his tone.

Maybe his brothers would finally start to replace simple filters like he asked countless times.

And if they do get sick, maybe they will discover that a little sympathy goes a long way.

END

Author’s Note: I wrote the draft to this story way back when the prompts were released…then today came, and I am down for the count with a stomach bug. What are the odds?? 🥲

So here we are, a story based on true events with my own siblings growing up. I got you, Tech! 😂

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[bluedillylee]

Hexer episode 5: A Shard of Ice

expanded scene from the very first episode of Geralt fighting the stink monster in the sewer. Have I mentioned that the fight scenes are very funny? I love them

he looks so wet and pathetic 😂 classic stinky boy

Geralt is the OG tummy ache survivor

and we have the title drop

Geralt really does just go through life getting told he smells like shit.

If this episode goes like it does in the short stories I really feel that bringing up that Yennefer willingly kissed and slept with him even tho he stinks proves her love is true

uh oh some idiots want to pick a fight with him

ayyy we got bathhouses! And Geralt looking hilarious sitting in his bath with linen over his head. Guess the jabs about smelling bad got to him

oh my god this is the third time now that Geralt has just happened to be in the same place secret conversations are happening. Every time it has something to do with Gwidon/Falwick. If anyone’s fates are intertwined it’s these two

“I’d like to see you take my sword one day” my dudes that’s some of the gayest shit I’ve ever heard. This ex witcher got Geralt heated

I love watching Geralt negotiate. He is so tired and just exasperated with this mayor guy I’m loving it

“give me the sword or you’ll feel it” ok Geralt 😏

Geralt/Durbot hate sex when?

What do tv shows have against Yennefer dressing in black and white? I don’t dislike her red dress but it puzzles me

Jaskier!? I don’t remember him showing up in the short story interesting change from the books.

god I love Yennefer 💜 what is she scheming 😍

Aaaaahhhh yennskier are going for the throat. What an argument both thinking the other one is hurting Geralt and not treating him right it’s amazing 🥲 this is delicious especially if I mix in jealousy and resentment of what the other has with Geralt 🤩

look I know yen just kicked Jaskier out onto the streets where riots are about to break out but she just crumbled up and cried so jail for Jaskier for a thousand years ok

Geralts out looking for his man the throuple is in shambles

the snail conversation 🐌😢💔and then he hugs Jaskier awwww

“I haven’t met a better man than you” oh my god

Istredd hmmmm def not as pretty as Netflix Istredd but he could grow on me. The corpse in the middle of the room however… ew

so Istredd wants to help Yennefer cure her infertility?

yen and Geralts convo is breaking my heart 💔💔💔 my blorbos!

it’s an interesting change from the books to have Geralt decide to break up but I’m not sure I like it over the book version. In this one there’s this sense of ‘silly woman and her silly feelings not like us men’ while the book version shows how stupid Istredd and Geralt are acting for thinking they could fight it out and make the choice for Yennefer.

this Geralt has a sense of humor messing with that guy who was following him

aw they have a date for the hate sex lol Geralt/Durbot 4ever!

well they got to embrace? Hahaha Geralt/Durbot I’ll never 4get u

well Geralt I think Istredd is a little in love with you now so a silver lining maybe?

where I’m watching this episode

[sorrowful-sparrow]

Here’s some thoughts I’ve had about our sweet boy Ed-weird-o. This has no organization, is straight off the dome mostly but he’s just so asdfgjk;/&-/)/@ ✨✨

The reason his kindness shines through his tough/metal head exterior is because he knows how lonely he’s felt as a kid and doesn’t want to let the endearingly named sheepies ever succumb to what society and the “American dream” thinks they should enjoy

Even if Henderson (his favourite even though he’d never admit it out loud in such words) annoys the piss out of him with the fact that he NEVER SHUTS UP OR IS WRONG. It would hurt Eddie so bad if he had the same moment Steve did when Steve pumped him up before the snowball

Like Eddie would wanna throw DOWN

“FUCK THAT HENDERSON. Who gives A SHIT if they think you’re weird or a nerd. They’re just pissed they don’t have a single iota of your intelligence or creativity”

“FUCK MAN.” Fusses with his hair and tries to catch his breath and just makes himself more annoyed “who the hell do they think they are?!”

Finally de-escalates after Dustin keeps trying to calm him down with a super shocked face “dude… am I your favourite?” Cheeky grin

“Shut the hell up Henderson! It just makes me so—”

“Does this mean I can help with the Next campaign?”

Eddie scoffs, slightly offended “does my mastery of the dungeon not meet your expectations?”

“NO! Of course not! I just think if we collaborated we could really show them- ”

Then they argue/collaborate about the next campaign Eddie swinging from excitedly needing to take notes but not having paper or wanting this wave length of PURE GOLD to stop for him to find some

Later when he’s at home at the trailer (IF HE DOESNT GET DISTRACTED 🤦‍♀️) he’s furiously trying to remember everything and write quick notes so he can elaborately trick Dustin into falling into a trap

Plot twist: Dustin probably doesn’t. That kid is too friggin’ smart

Okay that was a lot of one scenario of Eddie and Dustin but I just love them guys. The brotherly vibe they give off is just 🥹🥹🥹

Eddie with a girlfriend would INSIST he isn’t whipped or a “simp” at first

But he totally is.. cmon.

If that guy got a single sliver of undivided attention from a pretty babe he’d fucking run with it.

He’d probably be such an annoying dick 😂

“I’ll have you know my sweet Dungeon Mistress, (Y/N), thinks the next campaign is BRILLIANT and MY BEST WORK, don’t you babe? Tell them.”

“I just complimented your hard work Eds.. please”

“BAAABE!” He clutches at his heart, offended, wounded, defeated “… it’s dungeon master… please…” pouty pleading cow eyes

She sighs, “it’s his best work, prepare yourselves for—“

Eddie leaps to covers your mouth before you can give them a single clue “BABE! SPOILERS!”

The younger boys are just like, “wtf Eddie..”

Also I have this really stupid one where he’s so drunk off beers, and you, and the summer heat

You guys are just chillin at the trailer, he’s laying, rambling and just so infatuated with the fact that you put up with his shit (AND DRUNK, guys.. seriously this is important)

Wayne left the radio on before going to work his night shift and Forever and Ever, amen comes on

And he just stops

Shoots out of your lap

“UGH. What the fuck is this shit?!”

You say, “I kinda like it..” sheepishly preparing for a rant about how THIS is not music, ITS SHIT made to make nuclear rural families feel like they’ve done the right thing by selling out and living that stupid fucking apple pie life the MAN tries to shove down everyone’s throat

And Eddie just stares at you, and without missing a beat BELTS OUT THIS SONG TO YOU.

With dramatic flair, and heavy eye contact.

And then you guys just laugh wildly and cuddle

And you threaten to tell everyone about it

And he tackles you and pins you down, “not if I keep you here forever”

There’s a pause.

You say, sarcastically cautious, “forever and ever?”

“Amen”

Kay I’m done. I just. This boy. I can’t 🥲🥲 he’s such a lil dweeb and I love him

[stilesstylelinski]

Sorry I haven’t been around! Baldurs Gate has me by the throat 😂🥲

[anyathefandom]

My chaotic thoughts on To Those Fortunate Enough part 1:

@burned-lariat

He dreamt of this reunion for years.

She looks as beautiful as ever, Wallace thought, taking a shaky step towards her. Irina's cheeks were stained with tears while her face was full of shock. They both ignored the assortment of stares from the other Cassadines in the room.

"Wallace," Irina repeated, clearing her throat.

"Liebling," Wallace replied, his tone gentle. Irina smiled back. His heart melted, "it's you…it's really you…"

Me:

"Wallace…?" Alexis leaned towards Valentin, "Is this-"

"Dexter's father? Indeed," Valentin nodded, "Rough around the edges, but has a soft underbelly."

Me: *plays Taylor swift willow* 😌

Gott," Wallace took a deep, unsteady breath, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," she cupped his cheeks, his stubble stabbing her palms, "You still look the same as you did all those years ago."

"As do you."

Me:

"Oh God," Victor ran a hand down his face. Wallace glared at him, "now we have this."

Me:

Victor is an S-Tier hater. Just because he's lonely and bitter everybody around has to be.

Irina slapped the man the moment he let go of her, causing everyone to jump. The sound echoed in the room, louder than when she slapped Victor. Wallace laid a gentle hand on his cheek, a bright red, and felt it throb. Irina glared at him, her eyes a burning red.

Me: Would you excuse me for a second?😀 *Screams* *Comes back* okay back to where I was.🥲

So now Irina has turned her ire towards Wallace and I'm sitting here reading it like I'm a child of divorce.

Victor really be like:

*says fucked up thing*

*Everybody death glares him*

Victor:

You're right, you don't, certainly not after you showcased how little you love me."

"That's not fair," Wallace felt his heart begin to shatter, "and you know that. I love you, Irina. I always have."

"If that were true, we wouldn't be in this position. You would've done what I asked, no, begged you to do. Our son would still be alive."

"I hate that all of this happened at his expense, trust me I do. But I love Dex, and I love you, even if you think otherwise. That's not up for debate."

"Then you should've done better, you should've been better. Instead, you're just as vile as my father-"

Me:

Meine Geliebte…bitte…" Wallace tried to approach her. Irina put up a hand before turning and walking towards the front door.

Translation: My beloved...please...

Me: 😩😭

Dex basically to Anna and Robert: I'm cool. Everything's fine. I can get up.

Anna and Robert: Noooo I don't you should try and wal-

Dex: Look I'm standing!😏

Robert: Oh okay take a step then

Anna: ROBERT

*Dex takes a step* *Immediately almost falls on his face*

Robert:

No why did Dex saying his father sucks have me dying. So much craziness has been going on and him sounding like a normal disgruntled child who's upset with dad is killing me.😂

He…he was the one thing that belonged to me," Irina choked up, "Helena had 'given' me a lifetime of 'things,' but Dexter…Dexter was mine. He was a part of me, he came from me, and nothing could change that. I can't put into words how…amazing all of that is."

"She pushed so hard to turn me into a cold-blooded monster, but that little boy kept me grounded. Even when I had to send him away, I didn't slip like she wanted me to."

Me: That's her baby boy.🥹

"Irina," Valentin scoffed in amazement, "you're being a contrarian at this point. I know you're angry and hurting, but you have to recognize that you're wrong here."

Irina averted her eyes, feeling Valentin hold her hands in his, "You don't think Wallace is evil. You don't think he's responsible for what happened to Dexter. You needed someone to take your grief and rage out on, and he was an easy target. You did that because deep down, you didn't want to accept that your worst nightmare might've come true."

Me: Valentin really has been the voice of reason during all of this and I appreciate him for that.😌

Irina dropped the letters, each one floating down to the floor. Her heart swelled as her eyes captured his face, pale and full of shock. Electricity raced throughout her body as she took in the young man before her. She opened her mouth to speak, but his gentle, hoarse voice cut her off.

It was a reunion twenty years in the making.

"...Mommy."

Me: The way slipping through my fingers by Abba started playing in my head.🥹

[thisdreamplace]

hi. i wish i had the courage to come off anon but im not comfortable with it. but i just had a good cry while scrolling through your blog. thank you. honestly, life has been so sad for years. in 2020, i found out about the law. life has been rough & i just want softness. all of these rules that have been thrown at me do not make me feel good. i’m even afraid to type this at this point bc it may “mess up my manifestation”. but all this forcing is not worth it. does anyone ever stop and say “is all this worth it”? not about being god but all the rules & methods & techniques. does anyone ever want to live in peace? i feel like all of it isn’t peace. at least for me. in my head, god is stress free. but i can’t even wake up or go to sleep without the constant thought of negativity. i wake up “man, my 3d is still this way ugh, let me ignore & force these affirmations down my throat” and repeat the next day. i haven’t enjoy my life for 2 years. is anyone not tired like me??? 😭 it’s all supposed to be simple. i’m not the type to repeat forced affirmation & analyze every damn thing. i just want to eat ice cream & chill. lol. after scrolling through your blog, i see it’s ok. it’s okay to do whatever feels right for me. i hate that i had to see your blog to understand that. i wish i believed in myself the way i believed in others. i was already thinking i should just do my own thing but i didn’t trust it. i had to see a blog say it. 🥲 no more of that tho. i trust me. if we think about it, someone had to discover this law themselves. who’s to say we can’t just come up with something our self. there is no limit. blogs & loa related people don’t resonate with me anymore (no hate at all, i’ve just evolved in some way). i believe the true feeling is what brings you peace within. what truly resonates with me is creating my own thing. so that’s what i’ll do. so this is my official goodbye to the community.

ty beautiful blog that i just so happened to come across a second ago. 😂💞

hi <3

awe anon. tbh i think a lot of people are tired. i think its morseo frightening to let it all go though. the scary thing is once you learn about this law, there is no turning back. there is always that voice bugging you that says, "you caused this, its your fault, change it ! fix it now !" the sort of peace our past ignorance used to bring is no longer an option. we cant forget everything we know. but how can we move forward from here, branching off with all we know now ? its honestly terrifying when you put so much time and energy and faith into this for so long.

its actually very beautiful that this blog gave you a sense of light ! i love that ! this is literally why i love people and interaction and experiences. because we can move forward and grow in such positive ways thanks to the light of someone else ! thats literally so beautiful to me ! its why we are here together !!! omg

i'm glad that youre finally setting urself free. take it moment by moment n be patient with yourself as you find what feels best, and learn what its like to really listen to yourself. i remember during my break how i went throught this process and i told one of my friends it felt like i was literally recovering from addiction. bc thats essentially what its become for many. logging into whatever platform everyday, getting their daily high from all the motivational content and success stories, just to crash again later when the world just isnt seemingly bending to their will like the top accounts promised. its really an addicting doomloop. so take it easy and be okay with wherever you are at a moment.

if u ever feel comfortable to come off anon, i would love to be friends <3 sending all the love and sunshine to u on ur new journey ! xo

[galvanizedfriend]

⭐️ for Gasoline and Spin! (two of my favs)

Gasoline is something that I started writing for a different fandom, about a billion years ago, and for some reason it suddenly gave me Klaroline vibes. I love a good musicians AU, so there's also that, and the idea of exploring a very messy side of Caroline and that relationship was something that enjoyed a lot. They're both extremely screwed up in the head in that setting, but Klaus fakes it better, while Caroline soldiers on by being extremely focused and disciplined, but she didn't get the clean cut she wishes she did, and it shows how much that affects her. I was originally going to write it as a long multi-chap, had the whole thing planned out. It was a bit of an ensemble story, where other characters would get their own development and so on, but I totally lost my mojo and then posted it as a one shot only, because I really liked that first chapter and I felt it worked anyway. But then @definedareasofuncertainty (she's behind everything, always lol) asked me to write a sequel and I decided to give it to her a birthday gift (I'm such a lame friend tbh 🥲), and so I had to include smut, because she's always calling me names for my fade to blacks 🥲

I like the open ending tbh, the idea that they can face the fact neither of them is completely happy and they have all this resentment for each other, but that there is no easy fix because they simply want different things from life. I was very particular about how I thought Klaus would be the ~~~softer part in this finale, because that's what he's like when he's with Caroline. He understands her needs, allows her to rage and scream, and always leaves the ball in her court. She's the one who makes the important moves. And so in that moment, he's just giving her what she needs, which is a closure of sorts and a promise that, maybe, further down the road, they'll finally be on the same page. It's all about timing and how bittersweet and heartbreaking it can be.

As for Spin - honestly, I love Spin. 😂 If I had to rec one of my fics to people, Spin would probably be top 3. I draw a lot of inspiration from my obsession of the day, and this was when I was watching The Politician like a mad person. The whole high school lovers to rivals had me by the throat (even though on the show it's actually very sad and depressing, in spire of the general insanity).

Again, it's an opportunity to have Klaus be a major little shit while also being a sucker for Caroline. I just think this story has so many aspects of them that I love. The bickering, the rivalry, the bitterness. The occasional betrayal. Klaus looking at Caroline like the sun shines out of her eyes, believing in her when everyone else just sort of roll their eyes. The Steroline relationship that is phony and convenient but lacking in everything. Klaus being propelled into impulsive, erratic behavior because of his family. The two of them finding a measure of comfort and understanding in each other, which is the last thing they could've expected.

I don't know, man, I just love them in this. 😂 Maybe it's just me, but I feel like it's a very well-rounded fic that adapts their dynamic well into a high school AU. I wish I could write more fics like that tbh.

[mmunson86]

I felt that my spine cracks when i get up in the morning but its a good crack if that makes sense lol😂

We have made a nice little life here in Hawkins & its exciting that we are being invited to this BBQ its a nice way to make more friends🥹💗

I want to hurt every MF who still gives Eddie a hard time, his name was cleared get fucking over it! I am glad we have brought some sort of sunshine to our grumpy cute bartender💗

I am not crying you are! Eddie is traumatized / closed off because of the horrors he had to endure my heart aches i hope he realizes we want him to let us in we wont hurt him🥹

Ohhh boy yeah yup i am nervous i hope he doesnt mind we are here? I mean i am glad we got invited everyone seems so sweet i just hope he is happy to see us here🥲

I am actually relieved that he is happy we are here , everyone seems to enjoy our presence ,but we could be talking with you Eddie you just distance yourself we would love to be close you just have to trust it & let us get close🥹

“Can we keep her?” Eddie groans

See Eddie, Robin wants to keep us around say yes you know you wan too☺️

“I'm serious. Steve’s cooking can be questionable.”

Ohh shut it Eddie it is not gas we know that Steve has always been a babysitter that man can cook😅

Oh well shit i am not crying, i know we were not meant to hear that but fuuuck did it hurt , ill be crying myself to sleep😭

“Aren’t you going to, oh I don’t know, follow her? Make sure she’s okay? Come on, man.”

No no Steve please i would like it if he didnt come after us he would just catch us crying all the way to our shop, save us the embarrassment 😔

I love how Steve is hitting him with good advise thank you Steve, and to the flower shop owners thank you for telling him to get his shit together

“I figured one day you’d tell me”

Everything is on your terms Eddie we respect you & want you to do things when you are ready we dont want to pressure you💗

First we are thrift shopping with Eddie and now he is offering to make us a shelf?!🙈🫶🏻

“That young, summer love. I remember when I was your age.”

A girl can only hope one day Eddie takes a plunge sir, but for now we are friends🫶🏻

“You got a little paint…right here,” he says

I am spining around like a ballerina lord he makes my heart skip a beat🥰

Yeah agreeed Chance isnt for us so soo long mr.man you are just not our type and that is okay

Wayne is a saint ISTG that man ooo i would throat punch a biiitch for that man, thank goodness Eddie has him

Stop it i have already cried soo much! We threw him a surprise party! Eddie you deserve the world and soo much more😭💗

Me throughout this entire chapter⬇️

Begin Again: Chapter Two

Summary: The year is 1988. After the loss of a beloved family member, you find yourself inheriting an old coffee shop. The quiet bartender at the Hideout across the street just so happens to catch your eye.

(18k+ words; eddie munson x afab!reader; sunshine!reader x grumpy!eddie vibes)

Warnings: Vignette style (sorta); Eddie’s post S4 trauma; panic attacks; nightmares; family member loss; grief; alcohol use; mild smut in later chapters so 18+; additional warnings to be added.

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