#hey so I’m about to cry thanks to todays episode

[waddup-its-homegirl]

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[ponderingmoonlight]

I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!

This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3

Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...

Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT

Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.

So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?

Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“

“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.

“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”

Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.

“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”

How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.

“I’m having enough.”

If you ever see her again.

With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.

“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”

Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?

“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”

“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.

Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.

“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.

Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.

Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.

“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”

Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.

Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.

Floors into the depths.

Away from the demons, into another certain death.

“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.

Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.

“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?

No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.

Only metres away from crushing into the ground.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…

“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”

That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.

Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?

“Let me go!”, you shriek.

It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?

“I won’t let you eat me!”

“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.

“A demon slayer?” you repeat.

“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”

Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.

“You are a demon slayer.”

With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.

“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”

“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?

“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.

“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”

“I could have saved myself”, you argue.

“Oh, is that so?”

No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.

“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.

Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.

“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.

“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”

“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.

Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-

You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.

“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now���, the wind hashira grumbles.

“We both know you will.”

The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.

-a few days later-

“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”

He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?

“What do you want, brat?”

His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.  

“You’re a hashira, right?”

Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I already told you that-“

“Train me”, you interrupt him.

“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”

“You, kicking my ass?”

You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.

“Train me.”

“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”

-bonus-

“Try to keep up, (y/n).”

His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.

Especially since he’s your lover.

“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.

“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.

This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.

Except you.

“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.

That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.

Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.

“I won”, you announce triumphally.

“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.

“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“

All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.

“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”

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[lostsyren]

I have a request based of the scene where Rafe talks shit about her ''i have standards''. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe spots her walking away crying and he runs after her, ahh angst <3

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{summary: an alternate turn of events in season 4 episode 3}

{a/n: hope you like it, thank you for the request!}

{part 2 here}

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“Wait has she moved in yet?” Ruthie smirked, eyeing Rafe over the lip of her glass as she took a sip.

Sofia thought about her things scattered across Rafe’s house: her clothes in the drawers, the flowers she’d buy sitting in the vases, her toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. She hadn’t moved in but she may as well have.

“I’m not living with a pogue.” Sofia blinked in confusion at his callous words. She couldn’t see Rafe’s face, but she saw Ruthie and Topper’s faces perfectly. They were gleeful. That’s what she was to them– a joke. The poor, pogue bartender Rafe dragged around everywhere. And of course she followed blindly. Like a good dog. Sofia’s stomach frothed and roiled with nausea, her heart splintering in her rib cage. Heartbreak was one thing, mortification was another…her face burned with both.

“I hope not.” Ruthie chimed.

“I have standards.” Rafe muttered. Sofia’s eyes roamed Rafe’s back, the sinewy muscle imprinting on the material. The skin she’d kissed, the skin she’d grip. And now he was turning away from her. Shunning her. Twisting a knife in her heart. The rest of their words faded away like mist in the wind, leaving only the weight of emotion on Sofia’s shoulders. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, in some self-soothing hug, as she sped back to her car, her breathing shallow and painful.

Standards. Of course Rafe Cameron had standards. And of course a girl like her didn’t meet them.

“Sofia!” She heard a voice call out behind her, barely perceptible over the sound of blood rushing through her head.

“Sofia!” This time she noticed, turning around to see no other than Rafe approach her, a smile on his lips, as if those same lips didn’t just spew all that shit about her moments earlier.

“Hey I thought you were with your family today?” He asked, nearing her outside the country club gates.

Sofia spun back around with a scoff, heading to her car, not wanting to see his face for an another second, scared she’d burst into tears in front of him.

He bridged the gap between them almost instantly, his long legs striding towards her just as she reached her car door. By this point the tears in her eyes had spilled onto her cheeks, her vision blurring into a watery film.

Rafe’s hand rested on her shoulder, as he turned her body gently to face his.

“Hey– hey hey– Sofia, what’s wrong?” He said on seeing her crying, his voice soft like gossamer. It perturbed her how quickly he could flit from cold to caring, her anger veining into confusion at the paradox of a man in front of her.

“Get off of me,” she pushed him off her, trying to sound intimidating but instead the words came out in a blubbering mess.

“Hey? What happened huh?” Rafe’s face screwed in confusion. His words came off as desperate. Pleading. Sincere… his hands hovering over her skin, still in the same place she pushed them off from. He could be so damn sweet sometimes. Maybe this was why his words pierced hard– because she never expected it from him.

“You Rafe. You happened.” She hissed, spinning around to get in her car.

But Rafe moved quicker, his big arms slamming the door shut, caging her small frame between them.

“What are you saying?–“ he began.

“I heard what you said. With Topper and Ruthie.”

She watched as his pupils widened, his jaw tightening.

“What– when…?”

Sofia rolled her eyes. “Just cause we hook up doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend right?” She mocked, throwing his words back at him.

“Sofia–“ his face sunk, blue eyes getting even bluer.

“18 months Rafe. Nearly two years and that’s what I am to you? A hook up?”

“No,” he said, the word practically jumping out his mouth, “no of course not. Look you weren’t meant to hear that–“

“So that makes it ok then? For you to degrade me like that in front of your friends?”

“No, look I just was– I didn’t mean–“ he was stuttering, his hands reaching out to her, but never connecting the space.

“I was there for you Rafe. Did you just forget that?” She thought about holding him, teary eyed on his yacht, consoling him for the death of his father. She thought about the nights where he’d pepper her with kisses, his touch bordering on worship. She thought about his laugh, his smile, his sweet nothings. All that gone, as if it was always ephemeral.

“No. I know you were there, and I appreciate it, more than you think– ok?”

“But I’m just a pogue right?” She derided, a sarcastic, pained leer twisted on her lips.

Rafe’s face contorted in an emotion she couldn’t place, his azure irises brewing with something darker. He looked…devastated.

But she continued her barrage, words sharp, tongue fast. “And you have standards of course.”

Lips twitched, eyebrows knitted in a hurt expression, Rafe’s face bled into a heady emotion, a strange mix of regret and anger.

“Sofia…” be began warily, voice like husk. Rafe instinctively lowered his hands, trying to find purchase on the skin of her shoulders but she slipped out of his grip like smoke from fire.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t meet them for you Rafe.”

And with that she got into the drivers seat, slamming the car door shut, trying hard not to spare another glance at him.

Careeing out the parking lot with the screech of her tyres behind her, Sofia couldn’t help but chance a look in the rear view mirror. Rafe stood in the distance watching as she drove away, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

Sofia’s heart spasmed with a resounding pain, her throat itching with unshed sobs. She quickly glued her eyes on the road, her fingers gripping the steering wheel as she drove further away from the country club back to her home on The Cut…driving further away from the kook she’d fallen in love with. The kook who’d just shattered everything they had built together.

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[lisafrnkenstein]

Sub Eddie Week, Day 1 — Affirmation (non sexual)

Eddie has Bad Days. Days Steve isn’t sure what to do with him, because it kills him inside to see him get like that and be so helpless to fix it.

There are a lot of factors, he gathers. They don’t always talk directly about it. It’s obvious when it’s the trauma of what they went through; what Eddie went through, specifically — being eaten alive, nearly dying.

Other times it seems like some other trauma Steve is unaware of. A lot of shit from his childhood that Eddie doesn’t ever want to bring up. Steve knows his dad plays a big part of it, especially thanks to Wayne’s input. The loss of his mom too. He hadn’t exactly had an easy childhood, and things didn’t really improve for him into his teenage years.

So Steve has stopped trying to root the source of Eddie’s episodes. He focuses instead on what he can do in the present, what he can try, to drag Eddie out of them.

They’re not always the same, and Steve is prepared to deal with them as they come, in whatever form.

Some days it’s Eddie being surly and snappish, lashing out over little things. Sometimes Eddie goes quiet and still, and he curls up on himself, like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. Those are rarer, but they’re Steve’s least favorite — because they’re the most un-Eddie. Eddie should never be small, or silent.

Most of the time though, Steve doesn’t know what happens at all, because on those days, Eddie shuts him out completely. Doesn’t want Steve witnessing his vulnerabilities, or is too wrapped up inside his own head. It’s something they’re working on.

Like today, as Steve presses himself against Eddie’s bedroom door, head tilted to catch the sniffling sounds of Eddie on the other side.

“C’mon, Ed.” Steve begs. “You know you only get worse when you do this. I’m right here.”

And Steve knows they’re making progress when, after a few seconds, the lock on the door clicks open. Steve edges it open carefully, and takes in the sight of Eddie crammed into the only uncluttered corner of the room. Tear tracks shine on his cheeks, highlighted by the red lining under his eyes.

Steve has never seen him cry before. Not in this context. He knows he does, but Eddie is always careful to never let him see it. The only times Steve gets a glimpse of Eddie letting those walls down is when they’re having sex — when the dynamic they’ve found themselves in allows Eddie to trust Steve implicitly, to allow that wall to come down and not fear the intimacy of being seen.

Something about that clicks for Steve, right then. The idea of that dynamic, brought out into moments like these.

It’s worth trying.

He kneels down beside Eddie, hand extended as though asking permission to touch him.

Careful, careful, careful.

“Hey,” He whispers. “Do you trust me, Ed?”

There’s hesitation on Eddie’s face, but it’s alright. Steve knows how hard it is for him sometimes. How many times he’s been hurt by the people he was supposed to be able to trust most.

Eventually though, he nods. It warms something inside Steve that he can, that they’ve come far enough that even in the depths of a bad day like this, Eddie knows that Steve is Safe.

“Thank you,” Steve breathes out a sigh of relief, hands coming up to gently cradle Eddie’s face. “Baby boy. My good boy.”

Eddie’s eyes widen.

The words are purposeful, chosen specifically. The names Steve usually reserves for the bedroom play, the praise offered when Eddie is being submissive and sweet for him.

There’s a moment, a pause where Steve waits to see if Eddie accepts it. If he’ll sink into the request to bring that dynamic out here — for Eddie to let go and hand himself over to Steve to take care of, to comfort. To take away the bad from him and assume responsibility for it all.

Eddie’s eyes gradually slip shut, and he nods.

Steve strokes Eddie’s cheeks a few times. “What do you need right now, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s eyes open again, and his gaze connects with Steve’s in something challenging. Something tinged with sadness around the edges, like he’s anticipating rejection.

“Tell me you love me.”

And that’s…something they haven’t done yet.

The words they haven’t said aloud, too much baggage surrounding them on both sides. Steve had thought it had been understood, though. The unspoken truth that ran both ways.

Now, he realizes what a miscalculation that was. Now, he looks at the anxiety pouring out of Eddie, the uncertainty. The way he’s braced for the worst, like it’s really a question how he feels.

Steve swallows down any residual trepidation, and he sets aside his own fear, the whispering voice that tells him his love is too much to be accepted by anyone if he doesn’t hold it back. Eddie needs to hear it, whether he feels the same way or not.

“Eddie,” he says, taking hold of Eddie’s wrists, thumbs pressed to his pulse points. “I love you.”

Eddie’s breath catches, and his voice wobbles as he responds, “How long for?”

Steve feels thrown for a loop. “What?”

“How long,” Eddie repeats, something wretched in his tone. “Until you’re sick of me? Of this? How long until it’s too damn much and you realize you’re better than it all? When you wake up and realize that I’m not somebody worth sticking around for?”

Steve lashes out all at once with his hand, gripping Eddie’s chin to force him to make eye contact once again.

“Eddie Munson,” he utters with command, “You listen to me. You don’t get to talk about yourself like that — like you aren’t worth the effort. Because to me? Loving you isn’t effort. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done, in fact. And even if it was hard, I’d walk uphill both ways just to earn the privilege of it. So don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Do you understand?”

Eddie’s eyes are big again, shocked and unsettled, but he nods, an instinctual response to the particular tone of Steve’s voice.

“Good. Good boy,” Steve praises, releasing his chin to stroke his hair.

“As for the other part…I’m not going be naive. The romantic in me wants to promise we’ll be in love forever, but you and I both know things happen, people change. I’m not going to lie to you about something I can’t know. But what I can tell you is that I’ll love you forever. Just like everyone else I’ve loved before, you’ve carved out your very own place here, Munson,” Steve taps his chest. “And that’s never going away. Even if by some stretch of the imagination it one day changes form, I’ll still love you. I’ll always love you. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave you today, tomorrow, or for the foreseeable future. Because I love you, and you are worth loving. Do you understand?”

Eddie nods, but this time with tears squeezing out the sides of his eyes.

Steve draws him into his arms, offering a tight embrace of support for the next part.

“This might be hard,” Steve says, “But I’m going to need you to repeat after me now.”

“What?” Eddie asks, beginning to pull away, confusion etched on his features.

“Eddie,” Steve reprimands him. “Aren’t you going to be good for me?”

Eddie catches himself, a brief moment where his desire to flee the vulnerability of the unknown wars with his obedience — but then if fades into submission, his body sinking pliantly back into Steve’s arms.

“Yes.”

Steve rewards him with a kiss on the top of his head.

“Need you to say exactly what I tell you to,” He says.

Eddie’s hands fist into Steve’s shirt, holding on tight. “Yes.”

Steve nods.

“Tell me that you’re good, and kind, and worthy of love.”

“Steve-“ Eddie starts, but Steve doesn’t let him object.

“Say it.”

Eddie swallows back anything else, taking a steadying breath.

“I—I’m good, and kind, and worthy of love.”

Steve rubs a hand up and down his back.

“Tell me that you’re not hard to love. That the people who love you don’t want to leave you.”

Eddie whines, burying his nose against Steve’s chest, voice muffled. “I’m not hard to love. The people who love me…”

Steve nudges him, waiting for the rest. Eddie swallows audibly.

“The people who love me don’t want to leave me.”

“There we go,” Steve coos. “Not so hard after all, huh? You did so good. My good boy.”

Eddie goes limp against him, all the tension sapping at once from his muscles.

“Think we’re gonna work on that more regularly,” Steve says, petting Eddie’s hair as he wraps an arm around his waist. “And I’m going to have to remind you just as often that I love you.”

Eddie’s arms latch around him. “Hey, Stevie?” He calls, quiet. Soft.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

Steve stumbles over the surprise of it, only for a second — but then he beams, light pouring out as warmth floods through him.

“I know,” He says. “I know.”

[fiapartridge]

gabe perreault imagine please 🙏🙏

long time coming | gabe perreault 💌🌊⭐️

gabe perreault x fem!reader

summary: you're sick and the only person who can cure you is your best friend, gabe!

warning(s): fluff, fluff, fluff

author's note: eee this is my first gabe fic! thank u anon for suggesting him, i was in a huge writers slump so ty ty ty! enjoy!

You had heard stories of people falling in love with their best friend; it happened to your parents, your older sister and her boyfriend, all of your cousins, but to you, love just felt unattainable, like maybe you were the exception. The love bug skipped a generation and was already preparing for the next—but now? Now you felt it. You felt it crawl underneath your skin and bubble in your stomach. You felt your chest tighten and the heat rise to your cheeks. 

You were in love, true love.

“Gabe,” you groaned over the phone, his breathing sounding staticy over the line. You had been sick for a few days, only a slight cough and an itchy throat, but today felt 10 times worse. Your stomach was aching, your head felt like it was getting hit by a basketball every couple of seconds, and you sniffled so frequently you were sure that something was going to go up the wrong pipe and straight up to your brain. 

And you felt bad, not only because of your illness, but because it was nearly 2 AM and you could hear Gabe shuffle underneath his dark blue sheets in the dorm he shared with his best friend, Will Smith. You knew it was late and this was wrong. I mean, the boy had a game against Boston University in the morning, now was not the time to wake him, but you just didn’t know what to do. You felt like you were dying and all you needed was one of Gabe’s famous hugs and maybe a back rub (he was really good at those).

“Hey,” he said quietly, trying not to wake the snoring Will on the other side of the room. His eyes were fighting to stay open, determined not to lean onto his fluffy white pillow and fall back to sleep. “You okay?”

You sniffled, grabbing another tissue from the box that laid beside your bed. “I feel like I’m dying,” you responded, your voice sounding congested and nasally—not in the slightest like your normal tone.

You could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. Then, you could hear keys jangling and his closet door opening, a hoodie getting thrown over his body, and then the door to his dorm being pulled open. You wanted to protest because you knew what he was doing, where he was going, but you had no energy to speak. Instead, your stubborn voice turned to loud coughs that made Gabe want to pull you in his arms and hold you until they faded into oblivion.

But he couldn’t. It was too much for you. It would be weird. You wouldn’t feel the same. It was the exact same thing he’s been telling himself for months (really what he’s been telling himself since the moment he met you). It would ruin your guys’ friendship and you will never want to speak to him again. If only he could hear your thoughts because then, maybe he’d be thinking differently, and it wouldn’t be so hard.

Three soft knocks on the door of your dorm signaled exactly what you suspected would happen. Gabe was your best friend and if he caught the flu, you would be there holding his hand and making him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. If you were crying about a failed test, he would buy you ice cream and agree to watch countless episodes of The Bachelor until you were feeling okay again. One time you were sick with Covid and Gabe didn’t even care. He stayed with you during quarantine, snuggled under mountains of blankets, watching movies until you were sick of them, and gossiping about anyone and anything. It wasn’t a surprise that he caught the sickness a couple days later. Your moms laughed about the memory, finding it endearing that you two loved each other so much that you were willing to be sick together. 

Gabe settled some medicine on your bedside table before lifting your light pink covers and crawling into bed with you. You fit perfectly into his arms, like this spot was made just for you. Despite your sweaty forehead and aching body, he held you tightly, placing small kisses on the crown of your head. Your parents had always joked about you two getting married someday, but sometimes you wished that it was real; that you would grow old with him and live in a big white house with a white picket fence and a large rose garden in the backyard. You truly couldn’t see your life with anyone else. 

But that was silly. Gabe was your best friend. That would just be weird—right?

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He walked all the way from his building to yours in the middle of the night despite having a ginormous game tomorrow. He felt unreal, like how could a person be so perfect and somehow be yours?

“Don’t be,” his words were just as soft. His chin resting on the top of your head as yours fit in the space between his neck and shoulder, leaving delicate kisses on his adams apple. This isn’t what best friends do, you told yourself. Best friends don’t kiss each other. Best friends don’t cuddle underneath sheets and hold hands to “warm each other up.” It was confusing and you hated it. You hated not knowing how he was feeling when you knew exactly how you felt about Gabe.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“You called.”

You laughed. “That doesn’t mean anything. You could’ve stayed in bed and slept longer and had good dreams and—”

“Hey,” he smiled down softly at you, lifting your chin to look up at him. His hand lingered there for a while, not wanting to move away from you. There was something about you that made Gabe want to be closer and closer. There was something that made him want to parade you around campus, telling everyone that you were his. He wanted to see you in his jersey and kiss you after games and hold you tight at parties. He wanted to take you with him to New York when he plays for the Rangers after college and introduce you to his family as his girlfriend instead of just his best friend. Gabe was ready for more, but he hated thinking that you might not be. “I wasn’t just going to let you die, okay?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, like that one time you pushed me down that water slide at Hurricane Harbor.”

“Pft, you wanted to go down that.”

You chuckled incredulously. “There is no way you just said that.”

“‘Oh, Gabe, please take me on this waterslide. I’ve been dying to go with you.’”

“I don’t sound like that.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you sound like this,” he said, pinching his nose with his fingers, his voice sounding blocked and nasally.

You pushed his hands away, hiding your face in his clothed chest. “Shut up.”

“C’mon, you love it.”

“I will fight you.”

He ran his hand up and down your arm, your eyes fluttering closed and your breathing steadying. He held you tighter, wrapping both arms around you and snuggling deeper into the bed. His last words before you fell into hypnosis lingered in your mind as you couldn’t even escape your lovestruck dreams of the perfect boy. “Keep telling yourself that, sicko.”

By the time the sun rose, you were sure that he would be gone; that his hoodie would be collected from the carpet, that his legs would no longer be intertwined with yours, and that his belongings would be gone, but he was still there and you were still in his arms and everything was still perfect. His breathing was soft and slow, his little curls were a bit tussled, his cheeks were pale, and you wondered what he was dreaming about that left a ghost of a smile on his face.

You wanted to wake up like this everyday and everyday after that. So yeah, maybe you were in love. Maybe you were in deep. And maybe you were ready to tell him.

He rustled around before lifting his eyes open, his smile growing wider when he saw your pink face, knowing he caught you staring at him as you glanced around the room, trying not to make eye contact with the boy.

“Feeling better?” he asked, turning to his side and facing you. 

A strand slipped through your loose ponytail and settled on the front of your face, covering your eyes as he allowed his hands to work faster than his mind. He slowly brought his hand up, carefully moving the strand behind your ear. And you would expect the moment to be over but when his hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb lightly running over the smooth skin of your face, you knew that maybe just maybe there could be something more.

You nodded slowly. “I’m okay.”

“I’m glad. I hate seeing my girl sick,” he spoke softly as if speaking any louder would shatter the calming atmosphere. 

My girl. You wanted to allow your mind to toss and turn, investigate the meaning behind those two words, search for his thought-process, his feelings, anything, but for the first time in forever, you felt serene and calm with him. You didn’t feel the need to wonder what this meant for the two of you. You were perfectly content where you were now, where you were going, and what you were going to do next.

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast yet gentle. His eyes wandered down to your place of connection and when they met yours again, you could’ve sworn you saw something: a spark, hope, clarity, confirmation.

And when he leaned in, holding your face close with the hand still resting on your cheek, his lips hovering over yours, desperate to connect, you knew nothing would be the same. He would never be just your best friend anymore. And you were perfectly okay with that.

As Gabe leaned in, his lips met yours in a tender, yet passionate kiss. It was a moment that felt suspended in time, where every sensation was heightened—the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, the racing of your heart. In that instant, all doubts melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of certainty and bliss.

The kiss deepened, as if both of you were pouring all the unspoken feelings and desires into this one act. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as you pulled him closer, wanting to feel every part of him against you. His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer as if he never wanted to let go.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, the outside world fading into insignificance. When you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, you found yourselves gazing into each other's eyes, the realization of what had just happened sinking in. But there was no fear, no uncertainty, only a profound sense of connection and joy.

“I’m sick,” you said, making Gabe chuckle softly. Of course your first words after a long-anticipated kiss would be that. But that’s what Gabe loved about you. You were you in every sense of the word. You are the reason his stomach hurts from laughing every time he comes back to his dorm, staring into space as he thinks about your giggle and your smile and your stupid humor. You are everything. You’re the world. 

I just kissed the world, Gabe thought. My girl.

With a smile that spoke volumes, Gabe whispered, "I don’t care." 

“You will when you get sick.”

“And will you be here? When I get sick?” he asked, his thumb running back and forth on the exposed space of skin on your pelvis. 

You nodded. You would be there for him through anything no matter what. “Always.”

“Then I’m okay with it.”

And in that moment, as you nestled into his embrace once more, you knew that the stories were real and true; that love is real and true, because you just fell in it and you couldn’t be happier.

[d0youc0py]

Hey ! Sorry for bothering you, I was just wondering if you'd do something with Ghost or all 141 about reader having a really bad mental breakdown/depressive episode? Maybe reader trying to hide on the base while it's happening but Ghost/141 finds them ? Not an established relationship, pinning if you want.

Sorry if you don't feel comfortable with this, please ignore if that is the case ! Love you and your writings , they are all amazing ❤️

Hope you're doing well 🫰🏻

Love you too! Thank you for your kind words! 🤍P.S sorry I’ve been absent I was on vacation!

He was looking for you when he had heard the labored breathing. He was going to ignore it, until he heard a cry that sounded suspiciously like you. His hand hovered over the door knob, debating whether or not he should enter. Another muffled sob was enough to drive his protective instincts forward.

You looked up at him with frantic eyes. A hand over your mouth showing you were trying to conceal the emotions pouring out of you. You quickly lost that battle.

“I.” You stuttered out. Your breathing was so uneven he felt his own lungs squirm.

“I know, kid, I know.” He lulled. His hands grabbed your arms, in a gentleness you didn’t even know he possessed. He brought you to the floor with him, keeping his hands on you.

“I don’t know why”- You swallowed. Your eyes darted around the room, but he squeezed your arms bringing your attention back to him.

“You need to fix your breathing, yeah? When I squeeze your arms- inhale, when I stop- exhale.” His voice was low and you found it hard to be frightened when he used such a warm tone with you. You nodded your head in understanding. You did as you were instructed, but continued to grow more and more panicked as it didn’t seem to help. The lightness in your head continued to increase, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“My breath isn’t going all the way down. I can’t do it.” You panted. Your arms reached out, tangling themselves in his hoodie.

“Yes, you can Sweetheart. Worst thing that happens is you pass out and wake up with a sore neck, come on now.” He attempted to soothe. He placed pressure on your arms and your drew you breath in. You lungs soaked up the air like a sponge, and you felt less uneasy once you were finally able to get a few breaths in.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing you could think to say after you had calmed. He shook his head disapprovingly. His hands left your shoulders in favor for your fingers that were still tangled in his hoodie. You went to pull away, thinking you had crossed a line, but the warmth- the security of his hands stopped you. You allowed yourself the comfort.

“What’s got you so worked up?” He questioned. Your hands shook in his grasp. His thumb ran over your knuckles. He allowed himself to comfort.

“I’ve just been feeling weird lately. Like things are out of my control and I can’t do anything about it. At first it made me sad now I think it’s making me scared.” You murmured. You admired the way your hand fit perfectly in his no matter the angle.

“I know the feeling.” He sighed, causing your eyes to shoot up.

“You do?” You questioned. The thought of your big bad Lieutenant being anything less than confident threw you for a loop. He nodded his head. “Have you ever-?” You trailed off gesturing to yourself.

“Had a panic attack?” He emphasized. “Course, kid.”

Knowing you weren’t alone caused a heavy weight to leave your tired shoulders.

“Don’t tell anyone though.” He pressed suddenly. His tone was back to the sharp wit you had grown to seek.

“I would never ruin your reputation Lieu.” You smiled, giving his hand a squeeze.

The creepy crawlies were back. The familiar feeling of hopelessness as you watched yourself drown. It had been a while since you’ve had it. That must be why it came back so strong- it was making up for lost time. Your knuckles rubbed your swollen eyes for the millionth time.

Today was an off day. You normally lived for those. Being around your team, the base buzzing with unusual liveliness. Impending death not hanging above your head for once. Yet today it meant you had no distraction. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Just outside your door there were a plethora of activities to engage in. But the thought of putting both your feet on the hard floor was daunting.

There was a knock at your door.

God, you didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

Maybe if you stayed quiet they would go away.

The door slowly crept open.

Of course it had to be Captain.

Would he dismiss you? You doubted he would want you on his team after this.

“Was waiting for you out there but you never came.” He sighed, making himself at home on the edge of your bed.

“I have a cold.” You lied, sitting up. You stared at the pool of blanket around your waist.

“Y/N.” The sternness in his voice caused you to instinctually look up. Your posture straightened. He could help a smile at the effect his voice had on you. “Please don’t lie to me, honey. I’ve seen that look on many peoples faces- my own included.” His face was so soft and understanding it made your throat tighten.

“I’m sorry I lied.” You groaned, running a hand over your face. “I’m just not having the best week, it won’t impact my work, I promise.” You quickly wiped away a tear.

“I know that.” He affirmed. “You know what I do when I feel that way?” He asked. You sniffled furrowing your brows at the question.

“No. Didn’t think you could even feel this way Captain.”

He chuckled.

“You bet your arse I do. On leave especially.” He paused for a moment. He hoped what he was about to say didn’t scare you off- or make you loose all respect for him. “Y/N, when I feel the way you do now I get piss drunk.” Your eyes widened at his statement. You knew Captain could throw them back, but you never saw him drunk. “I’m not especially proud of it, I’m working on it.”

“Wanna work on it together?” You asked suddenly. “I get out of bed, and you don’t drink?”

He thought about it for a moment. He had a higher chance of succeeding if he was doing something for you. He didn’t want to let you down.

“Deal.” He smirked, holding out a hand for you to shake.

“Can you stay till I fall asleep?” You whispered. Your fingers traced the tattoo on his forearm, the action causing him to nearly fall asleep. His hands rested against your hips, pulling you further up on his body. You quickly pressed your ear against his strong heartbeat. The rhythm relaxed the tense muscles in your back.

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you, Bon.” The gravel in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thank you, Mac.” You mumbled, your eyes drooping. He hummed in acknowledgment. “I don’t just mean for this. If it wasn’t for you I probably would’ve cracked my head open from passing out.”

“Ah, someone would’ve found you eventually.” He smirked, pinching at your sides. “Bonnie.” He started.

“Yea?” You hummed, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. His body flushed at the closeness.

“Ask for help, okay? You feel that way, come and see me. You aren’t alone.” He spoke with nothing but sincerity. He wiped a tear that rolled down your cheek.

“Okay Jo.” You agreed. You leaned up, placing a soft kiss against his cheek, before relaxing against him once again. He wrapped to arms around you, a silent promise of safety and security.

“Are you on medicine or something for this?” He wished he could take back his words at the glare you shot him. “Not the time, Kyle, not the time.” He sighed to himself.

He took a few hesitant steps towards you. Once he realized you weren’t going to tell him to get lost he sat down beside you.

“What do you need from me, love?” He hummed. You sputtered something he couldn’t quite understand. You ran a hand over your face harshly, over the tears that never seemed to stop. “Hey, hey, gentle now. I happen to enjoy your face.” He scolded. He wrapped an arm around you, holding your hands in both of his.

“I don’t feel good.” You rasped out. “My head just won’t stop. It’s like there is someone just constantly yelling at me in my head. It’s exhausting.” You sniffled. You couldn’t help but press yourself closer to Kyle. His body warm and safe.

“Sounds exhausting.” He agreed, resting him chin on your head.

“I do take medicine.” You explained. “I dropped a weeks worth of it on the floor.” You panted, drowsiness already catching up to you.

“That’s happened to me before.” Kyle chuckled. “Well something similar. I went out on a mission with Boss and left my OCD medication in my pocket. It kept rattling so he made me ditch it.” The smile in his voice caused one to spread across your own face.

“���Did that happen to be around the time you spent an hour unlocking and relocking the doors? Oh and you cleaned the whole fridge out.”

“Yeah, no one ever said thank you for doing that by the way.” He huffed.

“Thanks Ky.” You smiled. “For cleaning out the fridge and being good to me.”

[leaderwonim]

꒰ 사랑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧. 🫀

✴︎ 005: I miss home

bold italics are what the characters say in the kdrama

Today was the first day that you would film with the entire cast, since Sunghoon’s slip up pushed the recording date back a week.

You were entirely sure he hated your guts, and that made you feel miserable inside and out. Your members, especially Dabin, were always looking at you with concerned eyes, ones that looked pitiful in the eyes of a bystander.

“Are you ready?” Hanni could sense your anxiety from a mile away; she felt the same way when she had first began to film with Gyuvin. After hearing about your scandal, the girl felt even more terrible for you. You were barely a rookie, you genuinely didn’t deserve this. “Hey, it’s okay. I was just as nervous. The director picked you for a reason.”

The director picked you for a reason.

Despite only being 7 words, it made you almost drop to your knees. Thank God for Pham Hanni and her angelic voice.

The first episode had began with your character, Yunhee, entering the high school. The stylist had followed the director’s order of making your hair perfectly straight and shiny, saying it’d pop out in the film and it really ties together the schoolgirl look.

Suho, Sunghoon’s character, leans back against one of the lockers, talking to Gyuvin’s character, Wooseok.

“Hey,” Sunghoon says to you, giving a smirk so good that you almost forget he’s acting.

You walk pass him, your character had loathed Sunghoon’s character due to their conflicting personalities. Suho was a bully—Yunhee was a sweetheart, the cliche opposite attracts trope.

“Yah, I’m talking to you.” Sunghoon grabs onto your shoulder, pulling you back harshly. Gyuvin laughs from beside him, knocking shoulders with the boy.

“Isn’t this Baek Yunhee? The smart one who scores the highest in our grade?” Gyuvin snickers.

Despite this being his first acting gig, he sure knows how to act like an asshole.

“Of course it is.” Sunghoon yanks a bit of your hair down, making you yelp. “You wouldn’t mind doing my homework, would you?”

“In your dreams Suho,” you shrug him off hardly. “Don’t you have anything else to do than bother students all day?”

Sunghoon’s nose flares up, and he stands up straight along with Gyuvin. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

His sudden grip on your shoulder makes you flinch, and although you know it’s all acting and the grip isn’t even that tight—you can’t help but let tears escape from your eyes, unable to distinguish between acting and reality.

“I’m sorry Suho,” you say, now full on crying, and the tears come out so quick you’re unable to stop it. “I’m so sorry Sunghoon.”

You know you fucked up when you called Sunghoon by his actual name, and you almost want to die when you hear the director’s loud shout of CUT!

“Are you okay?” Gyuvin places a concerned hand on your shoulder, lips thinning awkwardly as he tried to comfort you. “A little help Hanni?”

Hanni approaches from behind the camera crew, arms wrapping themselves around you as she led you away from Sunghoon and Gyuvin.

“She needs 5,” Hanni says quietly to the director, who nods. “We’ll be right back.”

You’re already outside with Hanni before you could hear the director telling the camera crew that crying wasn’t apart of the script but it was a good addition because you made it look so real.

“Keep it.” The director says. “Just cut out the part where she says Sunghoon. It looked too real for us to scrape.”

It was real to you. It really felt like Sunghoon was saying all those hurtful things to you.

“What happened?” Hanni frowns, searching your eyes for answers. “Why’d you cry?”

“Everything is just so overwhelming,” you say, frowning as you wipe away your tears. “Sunghoon hates me, the media hates me, and I’ll never be good enough as an idol.”

Hanni shakes her head, her eyebrows furrowed. “What? How could you say that about yourself?” She grabs ahold of both your shoulders, looking at you directly in the eye, “Yoon Y/N, I don’t know you that well, but I know you’re an amazing person inside and out. If Sunghoon hates you, well screw him. The first day I met you when we were taking pictures, I knew in my heart that you were kind. The media just likes to twist and turn stories to stay relevant, it says nothing on your part but theirs. You are more than what the media or Sunghoon portrays you as, do you understand?”

Tears come rushing out again at Hanni’s words, and you force yourself to nod, practically becoming glue in her arms.

“Now stop crying, you’re too pretty to cry.” She lifts up your chin, wiping away the tears that fall from your eyes. “You are Prism’s Yoon Y/N, you do not let a man dictate your worth.”

You quietly nod, mouth becoming dry. “I miss home.” You say.

“Home?”

“I miss Canada.” You sniffle. “I was another version of me back in Vancouver.”

“We all miss home,” Hanni says comfortingly, rubbing your back. “I miss Australia too, you know? But we can’t keep reminiscing of the past, we have to keep looking at the future.”

“Does it ever get better?” You choke out.

“You’ll start to realize home is where your members are.” Hanni breathes out. “And then you don’t really miss your home home anymore, you know? It gets better though, I promise.”

You hug Hanni tightly, making her widen her eyes in surprise. Although the two of you only knew each other for 2 days at most, she felt like a sister to you.

“Thank you Hanni,” you say, smiling into her shoulder. “Really.

“Of course Y/N.”

synopsis. you’re a newly debuted girl group under belift, and in order for your group to gain more popularity, your ceo offered you the lead role in a new romance kdrama. this all seems great, so what’s the problem? well, for starters, your co star is your senior, park sunghoon from enhypen, and he doesn’t seem too happy about being in a romance drama. especially when your fans have started to ship the two of you!

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[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

So I’ve decided to write another fic today I’m just feeling the ideas right now. Although I’m still processing episode 8 of x-men 97😯 this may be fairly short

Series X-Men

Remy LeBeau x male reader

Brief summary: Remy and reader have been together for a while, they’ve had highs and lows and Remy wouldn’t trade it for the world, actually he wants to take the next step😉

Remy had been sat outside deep in thought of his most precious treasure, his memories with Y/N three years together, high and lows, fights and tribulations much like any couple, but he wouldn’t change it not one bit of it I guess that’s what love is. He doesn’t notice the presence standing over him. “Whatcha thinking bout sugar” that oh so familiar voice that southern drawl, it just have to be his ex girlfriend Rogue “hey Rogue didn’t notice you there mon ami”.

Rogue notices the change of topic “changing the subject sugar, really what’s going on in that head of yours?”as she sits beside him “ are you thinking about Y/N, you can tell me we broke up on somewhat good terms sugar”. Remy sighs contemplating how to answer “well yeah we’ve been together 3 years and I’m thinking I’m ready to take the next step yer know”.

“I’ve been wondering when this would happen sugar, the two of you just look perfect together”she wraps an arm around him feeling him relax. “Thanks I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I’m ready for it, I want to marry Y/N” Rogue starts giggling throwing Remy off track he begins to look up and notices a blushing Y/N Remy had said that out loud.

“Y you want t to m marry me?” Y/N could only stutter out he’d never stuttered this hard, the couple notice Rogue stand with some laughter. “Ok bye boys imma go Scott owes me money” and she was gone, the couple were blushing. “I love you mon Cheri” Remy tightly embraced Y/N not wanting to let go of each other their lips meet and that feeling was still there from the first kiss they shared, could only be described as passionate. Remy could feel himself losing himself in the kiss as it was escalating, he had to break the kiss to refill his starved lungs. He wanted that feeling for the rest of his life.

There was something about Y/N that made Remy feel alive in a way he didn’t think possible, Remy was the happiest he’s been ever in his life, he was loved regardless of everything he’d done in the past because it was just that in the past. Remy was surprised to hear Y/N chuckle. “I love you Remy LeBeau” Remy is constantly reminded of all the reasons he loves Y/N, everything about Y/N was perfect, and with that Remy’s hands fumbling through his pockets till he reached the last pocket closest to his heart, for the velvet box and goes down on one knee. “Mon amour, would you make me the happiest and luckiest man alive and marry me?”

Y/N was crying he felt like the lucky one, he began to look between Remy and the ring noticing details all the more clearer, remy’s eyes filled with love and adoration to the ring the gemstone being his favourite. “Yes Remy I’ll marry you always” with that Remy slides the ring on Y/N’s finger and kisses his knuckles the couple is startled by whistles and cheers as they look round they see the whole school and team were outside to celebrate with them as they have an arm wrapped over the other as they mingle with everyone everyone offering their congratulations. The couple were over the moon consumed with the love they have for each other already thinking about the wedding plans.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 24 thoughts

season FINALE!!! whew, it has been an emotional time these last few months, let me tell you that. i’m wondering how or if this will be wrapped up. 

the episode description makes no mention of scully’s illness, just more aliens. we always end the seasons with aliens. i imagine that this will also be a cliffhanger, so i’m trying to brace myself for that now.

(author's note: there was nothing short of reaching enlightenment that could have prepared me for this, and even if i had ascended to nirvana, i might have been ripped back out by the sheer tragedy of this storyline)

but damn, with a title like gethsemane, i’m expecting even more tears than usual. 

(author's note: yeah)

let us no longer delay. 

we begin with some videos from 1972, including carl sagan! what’s he doing here? well, he’s doing alien things. are you surprised?

the man on the screen is speaking about the probability of contacting aliens. he says it is very high.

and then cut to scully in some very yellow lighting, politely trying to get to a crime scene to do some FBI business!

wait. is that mulder’s couch???

she just needed to make an ID on a body and BRO WHAT. DID SHE FIND MULDER DEAD??? IN HIS OWN APARTMENT?????

HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO???!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

now she’s in a meeting room with a lot of important people…. 

she’s explaining how she was assigned to the x files four years ago…. and she’s explaining the mulder lore.

“i come here today, four years later, to report on the illegitimacy of agent mulder’s work” <- WOAH WHAT??? betrayal?????

“it is my scientific opinion that he became over the course of these years a victim- a victim of his own false hopes, and in his belief in the biggest of lies” <- that is so sad????!?!??

HELLO??? WHAT??? hey. what’s going on. is that really scully? or is it an alien?

well. they’ve gotten me both hooked and worried. 

is she lying to save him?? is he dead?? is she preserving his reputation in death?? because she said that stuff in the past tense… or maybe he was killed and she will be next if she doesn’t renounce everything???

WHAT IS AFOOT HERE.

scully i just publicly declared you my favorite, you can’t make me take that back…

(author's note: i should have never doubted her <3)

ohhhh fancy, the intro says “believe the lie”

helicopter over the yukon in canada. some guys say the stuff at camp is unbelievable. that's quite a jump in tone from before.

and now they’re marching up the hill, saying they’re very excited etc etc. it looks to be exhausting work. the score is very suspenseful.

they arrive in a cave and shake hands as the newcomers are introduced. and what is in there but…. a frozen alien???

i was hoping it would be a perfectly preserved mammoth :( but okay… whatever… (sadly kicks dirt around)

back to the meeting room with scully!!! she says there have been recent developments on the assumption that aliens exist… mulder was contacted by a man whose “pursuit of this evidence seemed to coincide with his own”, and she says he was duped!!!! fooled by scientific slight of hand!!! 

and she’s here to expose this lie… and to expose his work for what it is….

GIRL, WHAT WENT DOWN???

now a cut to some sort of scully family event!! she’s telling a story about her brother bill. will we finally get to see him!? yes!! here he is!!! like their father, he is also in the navy, and seems to be pretty decorated. 

and he says he sent her a birthday card, to which she says “thanks for remembering this year” LMAOOO get him again for me!!

(why does no one remember her birthday!!! i will cry!!!)

the priest arrives… and scully’s face falls…. why is she sad to see him? and why did he get invited??? i’m stressed. 

father mccue is talking to her about drifting from the church and feeling awkward, but her mom asked him to come tonight. he says turning back to faith is essential in times like this. she says she hasn’t felt a need to draw on faith for strength, that she has some. and she won’t coming running back now.

huh, i wonder if she thinks that “running back” to the church will be admitting defeat. she says she’d be lying to herself and to him if she did that.

maybe she has only lightly been dabbling in god-related affairs since revelations, but not enough to want to return to mass.

but a phone rings… it’s mulder!!!

he says he’s sorry to interrupt her dinner, (so at least there’s some self awareness there) but someone named arlinsky at the smithsonian contacted him about a mountain in canada.

he says she needs to meet him RIGHT AWAY. BRO???????? she looks SO sad when he said that. 

she would do ANYTHING for him. and tbh i see why she wants to expose him now. fuck that. 

she’s assuring him that it’s okay, and he’s trying to apologize, but i’m still mad at him, and scully should be too. and who the hell is this arlinsky guy? apparently he was involved in a ufo photo faking?? but he claims he’s innocent?? THAT is what disrupted her dinner??

he says he won’t tell her what she’s about to see….

he has pictures of an alien frozen in the mountain and she looks deeply unimpressed. girl me too! 

apparently the alien has been in the ice for 200 years. and babcock (arlinsky's colleague) was part of the team that found it.

arlinsky says it’s a very remote location for it to be a hoax, to which mulder once again displays some self awareness with his “well if you’re gonna go, why not go all the way?” but again, not enough to prevent himself from getting in this situation in the first place

arlinsky pulls out the ice core samples from each side of the body, and says he sincerely believes they have a full corpse of an alien. 

but family dinner. i care about that more.

mulder says no one will believe him, and the same people that hid the truth will be asked to authenticate it, so there will be no confirmation either. which is why arlinsky wants him to go and get the body, because he knows it means everything to mulder

ohhhh scully says she has no opinion… “this is your holy grail, mulder, not mine” <- i am glad she is admitting she has no horse in this race

OHHH “proving the existence of alien life is not my last dying wish” <-yeah remind him that you’re literally dying and you can’t waste time because he SEEMS TO HAVE FORGOTTEN!!!!

“this is not some selfish pet project of mine, scully” <- well if it’s for the sake of your sister, but you’re hurting the people around you for it, that is still selfish actually 

woah woah woah i had to write this next part out...

“you already believe, mulder, what difference will it make? i mean, what will proof change for you?”

“if someone could prove to you the existence of god, would it change you?”

“only if it has been disproven”

“then you accept the possibility that belief in god is a lie?” (where are you going with this…? this is a sensitive subject for her!)

“i don’t think about it, actually. and i don’t think it can be proven”

“but what if it could be? wouldn’t that knowledge be worth seeking? or is it easier to go on believing the lie?”

this exchange made me feel frustrated. i wish he would be less ahab-like all of the time. yes, it is a huge deal that someone found an alien. but i see no reason why he couldn't have gone to that meeting by himself. and bringing god into this when he knows that's something very personal to her is a low blow. i get the point he was trying to make about believing the lie and all that, but c'mon man.

mulder honey, i get that this is a big deal to you, but time and place.

she tells him that she cannot go with him, but then he says, well can you just look at the ice core samples please. and she nods her head reluctantly. 

cut back to the big meeting room with scully and other very important people

“what i couldn’t tell agent mulder, what i had only just learned myself, was that the cancer which had been diagnosed in me several months earlier had metastasized. and the doctors told me, short of a miracle, it would continue to aggressively invade my body, advancing faster each day towards the inevitable” <- OH MY GOD??? oh my god. 

but why wouldn't she tell him... did she think that telling him then would interrupt his alien quest?? and she didn't want to do that because she knows how important it is to him? or did she not want him to worry?

because i would have told him!!! i would have said it right then and there!! but she is very different from me...

the fact that she is aware that she has so little time left and STILL left her dinner to go deal with his nonsense… scully, i fear you give too much and need to do things for yourself, please please

back on the mountain, they’re cutting the ice with a chainsaw. feels a bit unscientific, but i mean i guess that’s how you get that stuff done.

one guy is loading a pistol??? saying he doesn’t know the men well. that’s suspicious. i don’t care for it. 

there’s something in the ice. maybe a bubble. or a casting hole!! of liquid poured!! could this be a fake?? but the angle wouldn’t make sense, says one guy. hmm... i'm not sure what to think.

did they put a fake alien all the way up here…? and why is gun guy looking around all shady like…?

back to the core samples in DC. the scientist says he found some hybrid cells in there, not plants nor animals, but chimera, and he wants to get them under a microscope. hmm… can we clone da alien :3

someone walks into the cave in the yukon with a shotgun!!! and kills all of the men!!!!! what the hell!!! is this a real alien then?????

this happens just as others begin the hike up the mountain, including the smithsonian guy arlinsky. and mulder!! i didn’t even recognize him under all those baggy coats and sunglasses. wow. i feel like a fake fan.

someone was supposed to meet them and guide them up the mountain, but there’s no one there, and all the supplies are frozen over. so they begin the hike on their own, following the tracks from the others.

oh! the find someone keeled over in the snow, to which mulder remarks “funny place to take a nap”. again with the inappropriate jokes as a coping mechanism. it’s the guide that was supposed to meet them!! and he was shot and killed!!!

well, the alien is starting to look more authentic as the bodies pile up. 

back at the lab, scully is looking for the scientist, but she doesn’t find him. what she does find is a guy stealing the core sample???

he shoves her down the stairs?????? what the HELL!!!!

see, i thought the alien was a lie at first, but now it’s starting to appear compelling.

mulder and smithsonian guy arlinsky have arrived at the cave, and he pulls out his gun. they find all of the bodies from the crew, and no alien!!! it has been carved out!!!

mulder hypothesizes that perhaps someone was listening to their radio comms and came to hide their alien knowledge, but they hear some groans. and babcock is still alive!!

he says that the alien body wasn’t taken, but that he buried it!! and sure enough, they find it beneath their feet. mulder looks at it with amazement. big moment for a guy like him.

but scully!!! her face is bruised and her pristine lab coat is covered in blood! bill comes in with a change of clothes. and he didn’t tell their mom what happened. 

“i was knocked down a flight of stairs… but i’m okay, luckily”

“you’re not okay, dana” <- OHHHH BILL. please tread carefully.

he says he knows about her cancer and she says mom wasn’t supposed to tell him!!!

she says she doesn’t want sympathy, and he accuses her of thinking she can cure herself. which feels like a terribly low blow.

OHHHH MY GOD. wait hold on. hold on.

“what are you doing at work getting knocked down and beaten up? what are you trying to prove? that you’re gonna go out fighting?”

“oh now, come on, bill”

“do you know what mom is going through? why do you think i didn’t tell her when they called?”

“what should i be doing?” (said with great frustration)

“we have a responsibility, not just to ourselves, but to the people in our lives”

“hey, look, just-just because i haven’t bared my soul to you or to father mccue or to god, it doesn’t mean that i’m not responsible to what’s important to me” (this was very defensive and exasperated in tone)

“to what? to who? this guy mulder? well, where is he, dana? where is he through all this?”

well…. i want to defend mulder, to say he doesn’t know, but just because he doesn’t know that her cancer is getting worse doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have been more sensitive. he actually has been very conscientious, which makes this whole alien thing all the more sudden and infuriating!!!

she is stunned into silence as bill looks at her with fury. and she doesn’t say anything more to him beyond “thank you for coming” <-god, what was she supposed to even say?? i get trying to shake her back to reality, but who did that cruelty help??

bill, i get what you were trying to do, but you pissed me off in the way that you did it. do you always show the people you care for that you love them by screaming at them? because if so. not a very effective tactic.

mulder is unboxing the alien, which is now in DC, and he’s trying to thaw it with the smithsonian guy arlinsky and babcock! who is doing better! despite taking a shotgun bullet.

babcock asks if it were a hoax, why would there be 6 men dead over it, which is a good question. 

ewwww, the alien looks so gross….

with the help of another FBI agent, she finds the guy who hurt her!!!! and he’s working for the government!!!! in the pentagon‘s research facility!!! his name is kritschgau. they should not hire people in the government who assault women in stairwells.

mulder and crew are getting x rays and scans of the alien. mulder is wearing a sweater, but i’m still mad at him so i will NOT make note of how cute it is. 

the alien body is gross as hell. they’re filming an autopsy. ohhh he’s cutting the eye membrane off. EWWWW. EWWW.

now the ribs…… ewww ewww ewwww EWW IT CRUNCHES. NASTY. he takes the ribs out and starts looking at the heart and lungs and some other white stuff in the chest. gag.

meanwhile, scully’s casing the joint looking for the dude kritschgau who assaulted her, and she finds him, tracks him down, and nearly hits him with her car!!! she has her gun and is going after him!!!! he is under arrest!!! 

she is NOT messing around. we see a level of scully fury here that is incredibly potent and shown to us infrequently. i enjoy it, but it also makes me sad, because it shows how much stress she is under.

it appears he has slipped away, but she catches him!!!!! yes ma'am!!!!

kritschgau says that if he gets arrested, they’ll kill him. “they” being the same people that gave her cancer!!! how tf does he know about that???”

meanwhile, the alien organs are being weighed.

then cutscene back to the big meeting with scully!!! she’s telling them about how they smuggled the corpse back, saying mulder was ready to believe it was an alien.

but kritschgau convinced her it was otherwise, and not a true alien… he explained how mulder and her had been deceived and used, and that it was part of their plan that led to missy’s death and her illness.

god, how she must have felt hearing that… that everything that had happened to her was a waste, that the only point in her suffering was to advance corruption... it must have been devastating

as mulder leaves the warehouse where the autopsy was occurring, it seems he’s being watched by a guy with a shotgun??? is the shotgun guy going from before after the alien people????

it IS shotgun guy from before!!!! he knows babcock?? and he kills smithsonian guy arlinsky!!!

now who tf is this babcock fellow?!?!?!?!?!?

kritschgau is now sitting in mulder's apartment, explaining the "everything is a lie" story to him. mulder asks why he'd do this now- a fair question- and kritschgau says he came to him because his son is very sick after serving in the gulf war. i suppose if in this universe that is also something that has been covered up by the government, it could spark some disillusionment in the whole process once it impacts him personally.

he says "they" invented mulder, the regression hypnosis, the story of his sister and what they told his dad, and that the alien body was made carefully in a lab. and it would never be carbon dated, it was only for him to see so he would go public with the news and discredit himself.

mulder declares kritschgau to be a liar, but he says the body is already long gone, so he leaves to check. and sure enough, when he goes back to the warehouse, it isn’t there, but arlinsky is dead, as is shotgun guy!!!

again, WHO TF IS BABCOCK??!?!?

the cellular materials were an exact match to what kritschgau described. 

and this brings us to scully and mulder really fighting, really really fighting

“after all i’ve seen and experienced, i refuse to believe it’s not true” “because it’s easier to believe the lie, isn’t it?” <- ohh callback to earlier....

and she reveals that he said she was given this sickness to make him believe… oh my god, if that’s true, and her life is just a prop in their sick game… 

he storms out. 

back to the video from the 70’s we began with. 

mulder is watching it and crying. oh no… the beginning is clicking into place for me…… oh no, i see what is coming…. 

back to the meeting room. she says she went to his apartment that morning to identify a body, and that mulder died of a self-inflicted gunshot 

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?????????????????

thus concludes the episode

she’s crying, she’s crying, all i can think about is her crying, what the hell, what the hell….

so he killed himself because he realized he was being used as a pawn and it was his fault scully was dying…

normally i would have more to say. but i’m not gonna lie to you, i don’t. this is just so fucking sad. i don’t even have the words. never in a million years did i see this happening. what the hell???? what the hell?

do i believe this kritschgau guy??? i think he’s probably telling 30% of the truth. but not the whole thing. why would all those men die for a fake alien? i think he’s being deployed as a cover story as mulder gets too close. and i think some of this is engineered, but not as much as he claims.

and i'm willing to bet that "believing the lie" actually refers to scully believing his cover story!!!

man. i’m sorry but i’m just so sad. i have been so sad this whole season!!!! 

mulder…… it was rude of you to interrupt her dinner…… but this was not the answer… 

how is sneaky mulder going to get out of the situation THIS time??? and how is scully going to get out of the hole she's dug by reporting all of their work as fraud?? is bill going to be happy now?? lowkey fuck bill, btw.

wow... this is just painful. and i don't even have to wait months to find out what happens next. had i seen this when it aired live i probably would have entered a state of mourning.

so that's the end, huh? of the season, i mean. just sucker punch after sucker punch. i hope this isn't the tone of everything else moving forward. can i get uhhhh one order of whimsy please. with a side of mutual pining. and a small hurt/comfort, emphasis on the comfort. thank you.

after waiting 24 hours from watching the episode initially, i am still torn between how to proceed next. part of me wants to compile all of my favorite moments from the season like always, but the other part of me wants to begin the next episode right away, just so i can move on from such horrible mental imagery as mulder dead from a self-inflicted gunshot. what a terrible thing i wouldn't even have expected from fanfiction!

but, i can also see that the next episode is a two parter, and to be left on ANOTHER cliffhanger would be horrible- but probably LESS horrible than being left with the sadness of dead mulder, right? i don't know what to do! i am filled with indecision!!!!

:(

at least i can take away some fascinating analysis regarding scully's relationship to catholicism, and her idea that depending on any force outside of herself- be it family, friends, or god- is a sign of weakness. i mean, that is pretty telling about her character. and the fact that she believes this so strongly she tried to hide her cancer getting worse from her brother and succeeded in hiding it from mulder!!! to even voice the truth would make it real. maybe that's why she can't tell them, can't go to mass- because it would mean that the end is really near if she did so. i think it's about both the perceived ideas of weakness ingrained in her by her hardass parents and a refusal to let the situation she has found herself in be registered as real in her own mind. she knows it is. but maybe if she pushes it to the side, she can forget for a while.

wow. that sure is something to think over, and think it over i shall.

[silhouetteonpaper]

DERIVED FROM POWER | Ch. 6

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

WC: 2015

Warnings: Anxiety attack, guns, kidnapping attempt

CHAPTER SIX

Y/N rose from her bed still full of exhaustion even after eight hours of sleep. The episode from last night was still stuck in her mind, the settling emotions leaving her with tired puffy eyes. She looked in the mirror, sighing at her swollen face left over from crying. After splashing it with cold water, hoping she didn’t look too rough, she threw on some clothes and walked out to the kitchen for breakfast.

Her tired demeanor turned cheerful when she saw the three faces of Yelena, Natasha, and Wanda huddled around the counter preparing and eating their own breakfast. “Hey Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Wanda asked with a smile as Y/N leaned on the counter next to them.

“Pretty good.” The girl responded, attempting to wipe away her tired eyes. Yelena laughed.

“Pretty good? You look like you got hit by a truck.” The blonde joked. Wanda elbowed her, quickly looking up to Y/N who was smirking and shaking her head. She knew she looked a mess and was fine with it at this point, knowing there wasn’t too much she could do about it. She needed to listen to Wanda’s words and just let herself feel.

Everyone laughed together as they worked on breakfast, Y/N already feeling more awake and better than before. She assumed from Yelena’s comment that Wanda didn’t say a word about last night to anyone, so she flashed her a kind smile of thanks. Wanda nodded softly, knowing exactly what she meant by it.

“We had an idea for today,” Natasha started to speak. The three of them exchanged a playful smirk before looking back to Y/N. “We want to take you into the city to explore, whatever you want to do. And we should go shopping too, that way you can pick out your own clothes.” She explained. 

Y/N grinned, biting into a piece of toast she made. The idea of going out for the day with the three of them sounded like fun, and she needed that distraction to take her mind off everything else for a minute.

“That sounds perfect. But, are you sure it’s safe for me to go out?” Y/N asked, aware that HYDRA was still on the lookout for her. Her stomach flipped at the idea of being hunted if she went out in public, this time by killer agents instead of intruding paparazzi.

“Yes, we will be with you in case anything happens. We’ll also blend in pretty well, all of us are dressed normally and you’re not at a political event where they know to look.” Wanda explained. Y/N nodded, a wave of relief washing over her as she realized they were right. The main reason HYDRA knew where to find her was because she was always with her parents, who were often followed by cameras and press articles.

“Alright, let’s do it then!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly as she finished off her breakfast.

Soon, the four of them were walking through the busy city, taking in the tall buildings and beautiful store windows. “Hey, can we shop in this store?” Y/N asked as they passed a clothing shop with cute outfits in the display window. The group nodded, walking inside together.

They all spent some time browsing, each of them pulling a few hangers off the racks to try. Y/N was having the time of her life, choosing whatever she pleased without the worry of what her mother might think of each item. “I’m going to go try these on, I’ll be back.” Y/N spoke, getting a nod back from Natasha who was looking through a rack of shirts.

“Okay, we’ll be out here waiting.” She responded. Y/N happily walked back to the dressing rooms, pulling open a curtain and placing the hangers on the bar rack. She turned to close the curtain, but a sudden tight grip on her wrist prevented her. A masked figure in a black suit was standing there, his hold firm on the young girl's arm even as she tried to pull away.

Y/N’s eyes went wide, her heart nearly stopping at the sight of him. His suit had a small red emblem on it, reading the skull with tentacles. HYDRA. The figure pulled the girl out of the dressing room, slamming her against the wall opposite the row of rooms.

“Make any sound, and you’ll regret it.” He spoke quietly, holding up a small knife to the girls throat. She was stuck pressed against the wall, her entire body trembling underneath the pressure. HYDRA was going to take her, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting a silent tear fall as she knew this was it for her. HYDRA would take her and she would be used as a weapon, not a person. Her anxiety took over, trying to wash away the present moment as her fear became too much to handle.

She was only brought back to reality when a soft thump could be heard, along with the pressure of the figure against her suddenly letting up. Y/N blinked open her eyes, tears blurring her vision for a moment. In front of her stood an angry Wanda, Natasha, and soon a running Yelena stopping to stand behind them.

“Can’t even try on clothes without HYDRA coming back, god damnit.” Natasha spoke, looking down at the unconscious body of the HYDRA guard. Y/N inhaled sharply, her lungs desperate for air after the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She slid down the wall slowly, all of the emotion hitting her.

She wasn’t safe, and she knew she never would be. Y/N thought it was stupid to even entertain the idea she’d be safe with the other three women. Anyone powerful enough to modify a human like Y/N was powerful enough to take her back. She breathed rapidly, more tears falling while cries softly escaped her lips.

Wanda bent down as Natasha and Yelena pushed the unconscious body out of the way, joining the pair on the floor after. “Hey, we’re here. It’s okay,” Wanda cooed, putting a hand on Y/N’s arm. The girl looked up at the strawberry blonde, her eyes still wide. She just nearly escaped getting kidnapped for the second time this week. Why did all of these bad things follow her?

“We have to get moving, Y/N. There could be more HYDRA agents. Are you okay to get up now?” Natasha asked, everyone knowing there really was no choice. If they didn’t move now, they’d risk the wrath of more HYDRA agents. Y/N didn’t respond, but still stood up slowly with Wanda’s help. She wasn’t okay, and she didn’t think she’d ever be. But for now she pushed as much of it down as possible to get to safety.

Natasha and Yelena led the way, Wanda staying behind them with Y/N right up next to her. They quickly stepped through the city, moving fast enough to hopefully out-run any enemies, but slow enough not to draw attention.

“HYDRA, 3 o’clock.” Yelena called out. Her and Natasha soon had drawn guns from underneath their jackets, somehow having concealed them this entire time. Y/N swallowed, realizing they probably brought them in preparation for this exact situation. Did they know HYDRA would strike today? And they still brought me out? The young girl’s mind was spiraling, and she wanted nothing more than to fall to the ground and let out the wave of tears that began to flood her eyes, but for now she settled with a deep breath.

It was pretty hard not to draw attention now, Natasha and Yelena shooting off their guns, a crowd of people screaming as they realized what the loud sound was. HYDRA agents began to shoot back, Wanda immediately pushing Y/N behind a newsstand for cover. People ran up and down the sidewalk, gunshots firing like crazy back and forth.

Y/N huddled behind the newsstand, Wanda in front of her peeking out. The young girl noticed she was doing something with her hands. It was almost as if there was a red glow emitting from her palms. She’d never seen Wanda’s powers before, and wondered if this could be them. But after a moment, she shook her head, her emotions running so high she didn’t know what to believe.

After a few minutes of pandemonium, a black van screeched up against the sidewalk. Wanda grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her up to it, an unhappy looking Steve opening the door and pulling her inside. Wanda hopped up behind her, helping guide the frozen girl to one of the seats. Natasha and Yelena soon joined in after, out of breath as they sat down from the intense fight.

“All for a shopping trip, huh?” Steve jabbed at them, everyone now sitting and buckled in as Tony up front began driving. Wanda kicked his shin from across the van’s interior. They both turned to look at Y/N, who was staring in front of her with wide eyes. Wanda shook her head at Steve, knowing he might make it worse if he tried helping.

Natasha and Yelena exchanged a sad look, both of them having some understanding of what Y/N was feeling in the moment. Wanda put her hand on Y/N’s arm, making her flinch. She didn’t even move her gaze, but shook her arm slightly until Wanda let go. She was overwhelmed, sad, hurt, and most of all angry.

Wanda’s eyes fell to the floor, taking a deep breath as she realized just how hurt Y/N was. The shopping trip was a terrible idea, and she now saw that. But they were so desperate to get the young girl's mind off everything and give her a shot at happiness. It all backfired in the end.

The van soon stopped in the tower’s garage, Y/N jumping out of her seat and storming out of the vehicle. “Y/N!” Yelena called after her, but it was no use. The young girl ran off to the elevator before any of them could stop her, immediately heading to her room. The rest of the team in the living area looked up puzzled as the overwhelmed girl hastily passed by, going straight down the hall without glancing at them.

She shut her bedroom door and locked it, pressing herself against the cold wood as her. body slid to the floor. She let the tears that had slowly begun creeping up out, her cries soft as she buried her face in her hands.

“That poor girl.” Steve spoke softly, sitting on one of the couches filled by the rest of the team. Y/N hadn’t left her room since returning to the tower, and the sun had started to lower in the sky by now. The three women caught everyone up on what happened, the team groaning in frustration over HYDRA’s relentless attempts.

“I just don’t know how to help her, especially if she can barely even leave the tower without getting ambushed.” Natasha spoke, knowing her own combat could only do so much if HYDRA kept this close of an eye on her.

“Let’s just let her rest for tonight, I think we should all do the same.” Tony stated, the group agreeing tiredly as they all shifted to head to bed. Everyone was exhausted, especially the three women who spent the day battling it out with HYDRA. Still, none of them could compare their exhaustion to the poor young girl who sat distraught in her bedroom.

Y/N just wanted to be done with all of this, all of the danger and putting everyone else at risk. She couldn’t just sit in fear, waiting for the next attack while living her life in isolation. She had to put an end to it all. It was at that moment the girl realized exactly what she had to do. She had to turn herself in to HYDRA.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Monday October 28 - Tuesday October 29

Willow: Thanks for having me over, Buffy. Especially on a school night and all. Buffy: No problem. Hey, sorry about your fish. Willow: Oh, it's okay. We hadn't really had time to bond yet. Although for the first time I'm glad my parents didn't let me have a puppy.

~~Buffy Episode #29: "Passion" ~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Lingual Downtime (Willow, Xander, T, Devil May Cry xover) by madimpossibledreamer

Team Bonding (Willow, Xander, T, Devil May Cry xover) by madimpossibledreamer

Certain Admissions (Riley Finn/Buffy Summers, T) by captainamergirl

Sea Change (Pike/Buffy, G) by StrictlyNoFrills

The Family Itch (Spike, Angel, G) by Higgystar

temporary tattoo (Rupert Giles/Buffy Summers, M) by Skyson

V for Victory (Buffy Summers, Rupert Giles, Xander Harris, G) by Callarose_aka_FireDragon

Sacrifice (Angel/Spike, G) by MistressKat

Betrayal by omission (Buffy/Spike, T) by JSBirsa

Oh My Goddess, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Maxine Eden

Tricked, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

[Chaptered Fiction]

What's in a Soul Ch. 1 (Spike/Buffy Summers, T) by Iris_Dietrich

Hope is the thing with feathers Ch. 14 (Buffy/Spike, E) by wildflowerr_wildfire

Near to the Wild Heart Ch. 8 (Buffy/Spike, M) by toooldforthis_ef

Aegis Ch. 28 (Xander, T, multiple xovers) by dogbertcarroll, Narsil

I was a Zombie for the FBI Ch. 1-2/2 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Spike, T) by Callarose_aka_FireDragon

Whoa! Not What I Expected! Ch. 6 (Xander, T, NCIS xover) by danu40k

What If Love Was Enough? Ch. 1-17/17 (COMPLETE) (Spike/Buffy, E) by Spikelover4ever

Fury of the Fallen, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

reciprocity, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Near to the Wild Heart, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, M) by toooldforthis

Just Two Lost Souls, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Holly

Nemesis, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by scratchmeout

Not Ready to Make Nice, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by tragic

One Loop at a Time, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hydranjenna

A Bite After Midnight, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine

Always, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Spikelover4ever

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 142 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Perfect Clarity, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ragini

The Science of Being Yours, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by ClowniestLivEver

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Today's (10/21/2024) Episode: A Coach's Cry For Help

Shortly after the incident at Skye’s elementary school Luigi got a text from his old college coach, asking if he’d be willing to meet up for a chat.

Luigi was eager to help his old mentor if he could and arranged to meet Professor Silva at Pepper’s Pub early the next morning.

Noemi tagged along with her husband to Britechester after they saw Skye off to school. “Man, this place sure brings back memories” she said as they settled down at a small table near the door with their laptops. “Did I ever tell you this is where Kiana and I first met?”

“I’m sure you did” Luigi laughed, “But I don’t recall. Go on.”

“Well…” she continued, not looking up from the screen “she was back here to reminisce – she went to Foxbury herself you know. I literally ran right into her when I bolted out of the bathroom to check on the party bot the bartender was helping me test. When we both got back to our feet, she laughed instead of getting angry, bought a drink from my bot, and struck up a conversation about school. The rest, as they say, is history.”

They settled down to work and wait, or at least Luigi tried to work. Every time he started, he was interrupted by one fan, then another, and another.

As always, he was polite, answering their questions and thanking his fellow sims for their kind words, but for the first time he began to feel a bit overwhelmed. Noemi kept her head down, but he could tell by her body language she wasn’t enjoying the multiple intrusions either.

Luigi couldn’t remember the last time he’d traveled with his family and not had strangers demanding his time and attention.  “There’s got to be a way to be out in public without all this fuss!” he thought. Finally, he saw the professor enter and quickly held up a hand to forestall the latest eager supplicant “I’m so sorry, I have to go” he told her before rising and calling out “Hey, Coach!” to get his attention.

Coach Silva led them upstairs and over to a private corner away from the crowd, saying “We should be undisturbed here.”

“Thank goodness!” Luigi pumped his fist in the air for emphasis. “So, what’s going on? You did so much for me, I’d love to return the favor if I can.”

His old professor sighed, “Well… I imagine you still keep tabs on the college E-Sports scene?” Luigi nodded, “Then you know the last few seasons have been rough on us” he continued “Recruitment is down, and we haven’t beaten Britechester since you graduated. They can’t force a tenured coach out, but fans and administration alike are blaming our slump on me losing interest and just “phoning it in”. I’m being pressured to step down.”

“Mentoring young E-Sports athletes has always been my favorite part of teaching here. I refuse to give it up. I was hoping Rainy Day’s new director of strategy and recruitment – congratulations by the way – could help me introduce more young sims to scuffle and get our team into fighting shape.”

Luigi gave Silva’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as he replied: “I’m sorry coach, that’s terrible. I noticed my old home team had been struggling lately, but I knew you would never rest until you found a way to bring out the best in your students!”

“You were always one of the hardest working sims I know,” he continued “and taught me so much about leadership and sportsmanship. I’m honored that you asked for my help, and I’m sure that the two of us can develop a workable plan to turn things around!”

The two old friends spent the next few minutes doing just that, starting with strategy for the current season. The coach had brought a flash drive full of notes and recordings from the last few matches and practices. “I’ll analyze these and get back to you with my thoughts soon” Luigi promised.

As for recruitment, Luigi proposed a win/win new collaboration between the university and Rainy Day. “A formal internship program will attract more top-notch players to the school and help us with recruiting and placement once they graduate.”

“I love it!” Professor Silva said, “Their skills will stay sharper between seasons and more of our graduates will find jobs in their field.”

“This plan makes me feel so much better” Silva told Luigi, holding out his hand as they rose to leave. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“Well, I haven’t really done anything yet” Luigi chuckled “but I can’t wait to get started. It’s great to work with you again, coach. I’ll call you soon.”

With that he headed downstairs to grab his wife and head off to their next destination, feeling good about helping a friend in need.

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[mattmunch-hunty]

A Better You

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Summary: In the fan fiction, Y/n looks forward to listening to her favorite podcast, A Better You by Fernanda Ramirez, and asks her boyfriend Matt to join her. However, Matt dismisses the idea, calling the podcast boring and showing little interest in something important to Y/n. His harsh response hurts her feelings, and she starts crying, feeling like her interests don’t matter to him. Matt, realizing he’s been mean, apologizes and suggests a compromise: they’ll listen to the podcast together for a little while. Y/n, though still upset, agrees, and they begin listening together, hopeful for a better understanding.

Warnings: Crying

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It was a cozy Saturday afternoon, the kind where Y/n would usually curl up with her favorite podcast playing softly in the background. Today, A Better You by Fernanda Ramirez had just released a new episode, and Y/n had been looking forward to it all week. The soothing advice about self-improvement always put her in a better mood, helped her reflect, and unwind. But today, there was one little problem: Matt.

They were lounging in the living room together, Y/n scrolling through her phone while Matt flipped through channels on the TV.

“Hey, babe,” Y/n said brightly, slipping her earbuds out. “Can we listen to this new podcast? It’s by Fernanda Ramirez. I’ve been waiting for this one. It’s all about self-love and building healthy habits.”

Matt barely looked up from the remote. “A podcast?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Really, Y/n? Don’t you have enough self-help stuff to listen to already?”

Y/n frowned at his tone. She loved Fernanda’s podcast; it made her feel seen and understood, like she could tackle her goals at her own pace. And she had shared that with Matt before. But today, something felt off.

“Come on, just for a little while,” she insisted, trying to sound cheerful but feeling her frustration bubble up. “It’s just thirty minutes. You might even like it.”

Matt scoffed, clicking through channels faster now. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m not really in the mood to listen to some girl talk about ‘self-love’ and ‘being your best self’ for half an hour. Sounds boring.”

Y/n’s heart sank at his words. He’d never been this dismissive before. “Why are you being so mean about it?” she asked softly, a pout forming on her lips. “It’s something I enjoy, and I wanted to share it with you.”

Matt didn’t seem to notice her hurt, or if he did, he didn’t care. “It’s just not my thing, Y/n. Can’t you listen to it later? I don’t wanna sit here listening to that stuff.”

Her eyes stung, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up. All she wanted was to spend time with him while doing something she enjoyed, but he was brushing her off like it didn’t matter at all. It made her feel small, like her interests weren’t important.

“Fine,” she mumbled, her voice shaky. “I’ll just listen to it later, I guess.”

Matt glanced over, finally noticing her distress. “Oh come on, don’t start crying,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not trying to be mean. It’s just a podcast, Y/n.”

But it was too late. The tears had started to fall, and Y/n wiped at them furiously, embarrassed that she was getting this upset. “You are being mean!” she cried, her voice breaking. “You didn’t even give it a chance. You always act like the things I care about don’t matter.”

Matt’s expression softened, and he sighed, putting the remote down. “Hey, look, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he said, reaching out to touch her arm. “I just didn’t think you’d get this upset over it.”

Y/n pulled away, curling up on the couch and hugging her knees to her chest. “It’s not just the podcast,” she whispered, her tears still falling. “It’s how you’re making me feel, like I’m not important.”

Matt sat there in silence for a moment, clearly uncomfortable but realizing he’d messed up. “I didn’t know it meant that much to you,” he said quietly, sounding more sincere now. “I’m sorry.”

Y/n sniffled, glancing up at him with watery eyes. “I just wanted to share something I love with you. You don’t have to like it, but... you don’t have to be so harsh about it either.”

Matt sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he said finally. “How about this: we listen to the podcast together, just for a little bit. And if I still don’t like it, you can listen to the rest on your own. Fair?”

Y/n hesitated, unsure if she should trust his change of heart. But she nodded, wiping her eyes. “Okay,” she agreed softly. “That sounds fair.”

Matt picked up her phone and pulled up the podcast, pressing play. As Fernanda Ramirez’s calming voice filled the room, Y/n leaned back into the couch, still feeling fragile but a little more understood.

Maybe things would get better from here.

[levirgil420]

Well I see a handsome boy (Clint Barton x teen!FTM reader)

Pairings: Clint Barton x teen!FTM reader

Synopsis: During a dysphoria episode, Clint is here to remind you you who you are 

Tw: angst,hurt/comfort,crying, talk about dysphoria, Intusive thought, fluff, please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable

Note: You are all beautiful/handsome

You were having a really bad day, everythings was awful...First, the pills for your insomnia that Bruce gave you didn’t work so you find yourself with another sleepless night, then, your dysphoria came out...

In your bathroom, just looking at your reflection want to make you puke and you became a crying mess. It was not the first time dealing with it, discovering your transidentity made you aware of those problems and how to understand and calm them. But this time, the accumulation of missions plus the lack of sleep made your crisis much worse.

Now on your bathroom floor, you’re trying to steady your breath with exercices but they are not working as a result of a hard breakdown. Still in your head, you didn’t hear your name called by your fellow team mates: the Avengers who are in the kitchen. It’s always the same buzzing sound that completely cuts you out until you hear or “make out” several knoks. 

Unable to tell the person to leaves you alone and not to open the door, you muffled your cries with your hands and tried to be silent even with your sobs. Suddenly, the door opens with a loud sound making you flinch a little and you were seeing a worried Clint, panting:

Clint: It’s like the fourth time we called y-hey are you okay ?

You can’t help but snort and respond with sarcasm:

Y/N: I’m c-crying on my bath-bathroom floor and you ask me if I-I’m okay ? Do I look like I’m fu-fucking okay to you ? 

Clint face softened when he saw the state you were in and he immediately went by your side with a respectful distance.

Clint: Can I hug you ?

He knows your limites and when you shook your head no, he only puts an open hand on the floor for you to take it. Craving for little human comfort, his hand became the most important thing to you so you squeeze it as if your life depended on it. He squeezes back with the same strenght and he gently moved his thumb in a circular motion over your hand while you are crying. 

A few minutes later, you regain your breath, some sniffles can be heard and during your episode, without noticing, you got closer to Clint needing more comfort; He didn’t say anything but his arms were around you in a tight embrace and you do the same. 

Clint: Do you want to talk about it ? 

Y/N: It was just a bad day, it’ll pass

Clint: Nope, don’t do that, it’s not only a “bad day” so talk to me, I’m here kiddo.

The nickname made your heart soft and new tears appears in your eyes.

Y/N: I feel so awful...Why I can’t control anythings today ? Dysphoria is bitch, I hate it, I hate how I look, I hate my chest, I fucking hate myself ! Why I’m not normal like everyone ? Why I have this body...I’ll never be a boy for them. And I’m so tired. I just want one good night of sleep without nightmares or fucking intrusive thoughts.

Clint was right, venting is making you feel a little bit better but the guilt came rapidly.

Y/N: I’m so sorr-

Clint: Don’t.

Y/N:-y.

Clint: Y/N, you did nothing wrong, you don’t have to apologize for telling me that you’re not okay. Like I said, I’m here for you and if venting make you feel a little better then everything’s fine. You know, I’m so proud of you, and all the team think the same. You are always here to help peoples and always so kind and funny with us. You are strong and you're skills are amazing. And well I only see one handsome boy here and plot twist it's not me.

Y/N: Hey no, you're handsome too !

Clint: Thank you but we are not talking about me. We all saw you as a boy because you are a boy Y/N, nothing will changes that. I know that dysphoria is a demon you have to fight but you don't have to do it alone. I am here, Nat are here too and all the team wants to help you kid. We love you for who you are and not for what your head is telling you.

Unable to speak through your tears, you just squeeze Clint more in your arms and he do the same with you.

Y/N: T-Thank you Clint, I needed it.

Clint: You're welcome kiddo, glad I could help you. Now come on, I think Wanda made your favorite.

The both of you get up. You wipe your face with Clint's help and went to join the others. On the way to the kitchen, you spot Pietro who sent you a wave with a smil. You do the same with a smile on your own and he enters the room.

Clint: You should really ask him out.

Y/N: Don't start...

Clint: What !? It's obvous that you two like each other !

Y/N: Clint stop !

He laughs and you nudge him on the shoulder. Well you are definitely blushing now.

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Thank you so much for reading this !I hope you enjoyed this story !

Sorry for my mistakes, english is not my first language :)

[ronnie-quinn]

Even Caregivers Cry (And That’s Okay) (TW: Yelling)

CGs! Paisley (OC) and Caine and Regressor! Orchid (OC) 🍼

Plot: Paisley is burnt out from having a rough day.

Heavily inspired by an episode of Bluey called “Sheepdog”.

Paisley was feeling incredibly weary. Her dog, Poppy, was currently at the overnight vet due to being struck with a virus, they couldn’t concentrate and accidentally ended up scorching the meals they cooked today, and they’ve had a headache after the adventure Caine hosted. Paisley was burnt out. They trudged into her room when they noticed cockroaches crawling in her room. They knew good and well who planted them there. All bets were off when Paisley lost her cool.

“JAX!” Paisley roared.

“You called?” Jax smirked as he comically popped by.

“I swear to God, what the %$&!# is wrong with you?!”

Before Jax could respond, Orchid, regressed and having heard Paisley yell, walked in to see what the commotion was about.

“Mama, you okay?” Orchid asked.

“No, some stupid moron wanted to make life a living %$&!# for me!” Paisley shouted, causing Orchid to shrink down.

“What? Your room needed a makeover,” Jax shrugged as he walked away. “You’re welcome.”

“Orchid, can I come into your room?”

“Okay,” Orchid said, concerned for their caregiver. Paisley then stormed into the zebra’s room. They then curled up into a ball next to Orchid’s bed and began to tear up.

Orchid didn’t know what to do at that moment. They had never seen their caregiver this upset before. Their eyes formed with tears as well. Caine flew by and noticed what was going on.

“Is everything okay in here, my superstars?” Caine questioned.

Paisley shakily took a breath and stood up.

“No,” Paisley sighed heavily as they walked out into the hallway, leaving Orchid in their room. “How’s Poppy doing?”

“She’s resting. She just received antivirus antibiotics and should be ready to return to you by tomorrow.”

“Right, thanks. There are also cockroaches in my room because they were planted in there by a certain someone. I need you to please get rid of them. Orchid also just regressed and I just don’t have the energy to take care of anyone or anything. Can you watch them while I rest?”

Caine nodded as he flew into Paisley’s room and removed the roaches with the snap of his fingers. “You go on and rest and I’ll care for Orchid for you.”

“Thank you. Let me go tell them quick.”

Paisley took another deep breath and walked into Orchid’s room.

“Mama?” Orchid squeaked.

“Gumdrop, Mama needs to take some time to herself for a while so they can feel better,” Paisley said after kneeling to Orchid’s level. “Dada Caine’s going to take care of you for now, okay?”

“Are you mad?”

“Yes, but not at you, I promise. Like little ones, caregivers need to take the time to calm down and cope with their feelings healthily, but I’ll be right back after I’m calm again.”

Orchid nodded sadly as Paisley hugged them.

“I love you, baby,” Paisley said as she kissed the stuffed zebra on the forehead. She then walked off to her room to rest.

Caine then flew into Orchid’s room.

“Is Mama gonna be okay?” Orchid asked.

“Your mama will be fine after she takes a break,” Caine reassured. “To be honest, I don’t understand a lot about human emotions, but I’m still learning as I go. I’ve learned that it’s okay to feel them and that’s what makes them… well, human.”

“‘m sad for them…”

“I know, and it’s okay.”

Orchid then got an idea.

“Can you help me make something?” Orchid asked.

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Paisley walked into Orchid’s room a few hours later.

“Hey, guys,” Paisley said after spotting Orchid and Caine in the zebra’s sensory corner.

“Hey, Mama,” Orchid replied.

“How are you feeling?” Caine asked.

“I’m feeling a bit better. I took a long nap and worked on my crystal collection afterward,” Paisley said before turning over to Orchid. “Orchid, I’m sorry for shouting at you earlier.”

“It’s okay, Mama. Jax was being a meanie to you,” Orchid said. “Dada and I made something to cheer you up.”

The stuffed zebra held out a card that had a picture of Paisley and Poppy on it.

“Aww, sweetie, did you draw this?”

“Mm-hm. Dada did the writing inside and got people to write names on the card.”

Paisley opened the card and it read:

There were also signatures from their friends written on the card.

Paisley teared up again and gave Orchid and Caine a big hug.

“Are you okay, Mama?” Orchid asked.

“Yeah, honey. These are happy tears. Thank you, guys, so much,” Paisley choked up. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You’re welcome,” Orchid and Caine said as they hugged Paisley back.

[shoyoist]

HIHIII <33 HRUUUU i’m back again, god these assignments r so tiring, BUT ANYWHO! did u see the new blue lock episode w shidou?? lately i’ve been thinking of him being a papa as well.. how would he be like? :00

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hello darling<33 i hope you're taking care of yourself while working on those assignments! and omg no i haven't seen the episode yet i'm so behind on blue lock now after i picked up one piece and got obsessed with it 😭 but i have seen screenshots and oh my godd he is soo hot he makes me so feel all hot nervy<333

shidou is so competitive as a papa he's so ridiculous about it! you both would have a baby girl, and he's always turning everything into a contest. says things like “oh she likes it better when i feed her” “she likes the songs i sing more than yours” “hey hey tucking her in is MY job!!” then he'll get grumpy when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night. “see? you didn't give the lil thing enough fuckin' kisses when you should've, and now she's waking up the entire neighborhood.”

like. okay then 🙄 it makes him a very good papa tho<3

shidou also loooves carrying his little baby girl around. it's a comfort to him when his sweet lil child is safely in his arms, though he'll never admit that. whenever he's at home he's got his baby in his arms, and he talks to her like she's his best friend. like she understands everything he says.

and he doesn't hold back he'll cuss and shit talk and just tell her whatever's on his mind 💀 “today was fuckin’ awful, princess.” is the first thing he says when he walks into the house, and you think he's talking to you and you open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, only for him to walk past you and head to your daughter that's sitting in her feeding chair, waiting for you to fix her formula.

he unbuckles her and picks her up, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom with him while still talking to her like “can you believe what they did to daddy? daddy had a little fall, alright? tripped and fell cause his stupid damn teammates don't fuckin’ move outta the way. and the coach benched me! somethin’ about my leg — which is fine, as you can see — needing a break or whatnot. fuckin’ stupid. brain-dead fucking coach. can you believe it?”

and your baby's laughing, hopefully not picking up any of his foul language, slapping his shoulder and he just laughs along and thanks her for “getting the right idea” or whatever it's so hilarious and you shouldn't be condoning it but it's just too cute 😭