#i knew i was scared of something but i didn't kno what

[pomefioredove]

can I request house wardens + leech twins with a reader who doesn't eat enough bc Crowley doesn't give them enough for food, and they end up really ill and collapsing or something. I'm cravin some fluffy comfort rn, pls and thank you 🙏

I got you🫡🫡 as someone who's been through an eerily similar situation, I really liked this request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ another crowley moment™️

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jade, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating

Riddle wouldn't even have to like you to rush to your side. but he does like you, which makes it all the worse

after checking your vitals, you're in the infirmary. he's got doctors for parents, after all, and he knows that malnutrition is bad

he should have seen the signs...

with exams coming, he's been so busy, and he assumed that you were just tired from studying

but he can feel guilty later. right now, he needs to focus on you getting well again, and not killing Crowley

(then, of course, he'll look for some legal statute or clause that he can threaten Crowley with so you're fed properly)

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Leona noticed you'd been acting a little weird lately, but watching you collapse still puts him in shock

luckily, Ruggie and Jack are nearby to help you to the infirmary, so Leona can focus on hunting Crowley down like an animal

there are very few times where Leona is particularly grateful for his status, but this is one of them. just one word on how his family will be hearing about Crowley's neglect, and the old bastard is begging him for forgiveness

even after that, Leona still sends Ruggie with snacks and drinks to Ramshackle

and if you ever scare him like that again, you'll regret it (lovingly)

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the news of you collapsing during flight lessons reaches Octavinelle rather fast. no one is particularly surprised, since Floyd had mentioned how easily you'd been bruising lately just the night before, but everyone is certainly worried

Azul is the first at your side, asking you all sorts of questions, worried sick. Jade has to remind him to give you space to rest, since you look exhausted (had you always had those dark circles? how could Azul have not noticed?)

now, Azul and the tweels could easily find a way to pressure Crowley, but they know better than to trust him

from now on, you'll be eating in the Mostro Lounge, free of charge

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perhaps Kalim was just oblivious, because he really didn't think anything was wrong until you were suddenly on the floor in front of him

sure, you'd been a little moody lately, but he figured it was just a thing you were going through. and besides, you know that you can talk to him about anything... right?

Jamil hurries to check your pulse, and shouts for him to get the school nurse- which is jarring, because Jamil never shouts

when you explain everything to Kalim later, he feels... terrible. he should've known- no, he should've asked

Kalim insists you stay at Scarabia while you're recovering, and makes sure you have the most enriching, delicious meals money can buy

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Vil knew it was bad, but not this bad. if he had known you were on the verge of collapsing, he would've taken a firmer approach to getting you to eat

you're going to worry him to death someday, you know that?

after he's done verbally eviscerating Crowley, he'll insist on joining you at every meal. he'll eat at Ramshackle, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that's what it takes

he's subtle about it, at least

if he notices that your plate feels empty, he'll just take some food from his and put it on yours. gracefully, elegantly, without a word

you'll come home one day to see your kitchen stocked with vitamins, supplements, and apples (courtesy of Epel)

<3 and a note that says he'll treat you to dinner whenever you want

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never scare Idia like that ever again. he wasn't even with you when you collapsed, and he STILL nearly had a heart attack

listen, he knows he's not a great role model when it comes to nutritional eating, but you have got to tell him these things. he would've had Ortho go get takeout! or something!

typical Crowley behavior, SMH. what does he think you are? a rabbit? even the school horses get treated better...

no way that Idia is going to even bother with that old fart, anyway. you want something? he'll get it for you. you don't even have to ask, he'll just send food to your place (and have Ortho check your vitals more often but shhh)

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I would not want to be in the room when Malleus finds out about this

not even the building. you know what? I'd steer clear of the whole island, because it will not be pretty

when you collapse in front of him, it feels like he's dying, too. the panic sets in, and he sends Lilia to look after you, and Silver and Sebek to escort you to the infirmary, and then he casually threatens to smite Crowley. obviously

if the students and staff of NRC thought Malleus was scary just being Malleus, he's terrifying when he's mad

(rest assured that you will be getting ten times the amount of food from now on)

it's thunderstorms for days after, but he never leaves your side

[callsigns-haze]

Out of All: Chp 11

Jake Seresin x OC! Anna Bradshaw

Brothers' Best Friend Series! Follow along as these characters navigate the treacherous waters of love, loyalty, and desire, all while facing the ultimate taboo: falling for your sibling's best friend. From heart-pounding moments to steamy encounters, this series is a rollercoaster of emotions that will keep you hooked until the very end. Brace yourself for intense romantic tension, sizzling chemistry, and enough drama to keep you guessing. Are you ready to embark on this captivating journey?

This chapter includes explicit sexual content with detailed descriptions of sexual activity and intimacy between characters. Scenes depict physical intimacy, including kissing, touching, and biting, with characters described in states of undress. Emotional intensity is explored, encompassing themes of longing, desire, and vulnerability, with brief references to past trauma. Characters may be shown consuming alcoholic beverages, and mature themes such as casual relationships

Dreams were something that always haunted you. Nightmares are what most call them. They creep into your mind, it's a type of PTSD for you. They haunt you, one by one. Tonight, it was the same like any other, the thoughts of that guy's hands upon you, not letting go, haunting through your skin as his fingertips melted into you.

You were back in college then, this man was a good bit older and trying to use up the situation of you being drunk. You told him not to touch you but he still did, he touched you in places nobody like him should ever have. You screamed and pulled against him but he still had it his way. He left no mercy there and you were shaken for life.

You woke up screaming again, trashing in your bed. You were shaking, very severally. You forgot the first thing you ever learned. Breathing. You could catch your breath, all you managed to do is shake.

Bradley sprinted into your room, he made it as quickly as he could to your side and pulled you into his chest. He was shushing you and assuring you that you were safe and protected but the thoughts of a man's hands in willfully upon you after you refused, still haunted you .

You couldn't calm down. The thoughts haunted you as they became more visual and somewhat realistic. It haunted your core as you cried and and shook in his arms. Never in Bradleys life has he ever experienced any situation so bad.

Your shaking began to calm down and your whisper shouts turned into sobs. He rocked you back and forth as you began to calm down and drift off once more. He still sat there for a while, he needed to know you were ok. This wasn't the first time this happened either this week. He was scared of what was going on so once again he used your friend's number.

"Bradley," Caila said disapprovingly as she entered the door, even though it was solidly, bang on the middle of the night, as he called her by her name to get over here as soon as possible.

"Cai-" She cut him off while shaking her head and she simply looks at him and goes. "Being here for her now isn't going to change a thing. You ghosted her after your mother's death, that's something that'll always stand out."

Every single time Caila pointed this out to Bradley and he knew it was true. After your mother died, Bradley went to college and you got moved to San Diego. You didn't want to leave your brother in a different state. You tried texts, calls and everything but he ghosted you. You thought that the only member of your family didn't love you or want you anymore.

"Bradley, she thought you believed that she killed your mother. She tried to commit suicide because she thought she killed her mother and let you down." The guilt hit Bradley like a train. He never knew that you thought he didn't live you and that you tried to kill yourself over it. He knew you had a hard time but the never believed you tried to kill yourself because of him.

"I didn't-"

"Of course you didn't know, you were never there! And you don't even know why she freaks now! You don't know how she was treated!" Bradley makes severe eye contact with the shorter woman. She was furious, literally flaming like a little animated character. Bradley looks down and asked, "How was she treated?" His voice was stern and determined, he needed to know what his little sister went through.

He didn't know how you were treated. You never talked about it, how men treated you like a cheap rag and thought that they had more power. You never spoke of it besides Caila and just one other. "It's not my place to tell," She was right, it wasn't. She promised to keep quiet. "But one thing I'll tell you is you need to find her help. I've tried but she doesn't listen to me and if you won't get her to listen you'll lose your sister for good this time."

Bradley looked at Caila I'm shock as she grabbed her bag and keys and walked to the door, he slowly followed her to the frame but her last words struck him like a match to a flame. "Anna, told me once that if I ever meet you to not fall for your charm. First of all I don't see it, you're a bastard and not my type. But she told me that because she said I deserved better than you but truly I think she said that because she deserved better but just got you."

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Bradley wakes up early each morning, a habit and anyway it's a weekday, he has work. Unlike you, he's up roughly around five-ish in the morning and you're up roughly quarter to eight. This morning it shocked him, once Bradley was washed, dressed and ready, as he entered the kitchen you were already sitting there.

You were sitting at the counter, you were rather slouched over it. The room was dark, the only light was the sun that has yet to rise. You were holding a rather small piece of paper. You finally noticed him wonder in and turned around, your expression was cold and seemed rather lifeless, "Oh…..hey."

He walks up to you and takes a seat on the stool beside you and looks at the paper. It wasn't a paper, it was a photograph, more specifically it was your ultrasound picture. He looks down at it, it finally hits him properly that he's going to be an uncle. "It's beautiful, Anna." He said that towards the photograph.

You look up at him once more and put the picture down, "How much did Caila tell you?" Your voice was stern and toneless. Bradley was really debating if you were dead inside at this moment. "Well, she said I'm a bastard." You rolled your eyes and shaked your head in disapproval, "What did she say about it?"

"She said it was not her story to tell." She was right, it wasn't her story to tell because nobody can tell a story beter than it's author, right? But even if it's the worlds worst blessing, it was still your call.

"You're going to be late for work." You were trying to change the subject but you were also right. He was indeed going to be late. He looks down at you and asks, "You got more of those pics?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Every family member has it's place in my suit."

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"Mate, you really up for this?" Javy asked in the locker room as Jake has just presented him the ultrasound picture that the two of you got from the last doctors appointment. "Whatcha mean?" Jake seemed quite defensive and offended at the comment.

"Hey. None of that tone. You know I love Chick but Jake, what about the big guy that's also know as her brotherly bodyguard?" Javy had a point and Jake sighed at it. He knew that you haven't told Bradley and he'd quickly find out by the brunette man himself of he did. He was scared of Bradley, Bradley cherished you with all his heart like a precious jewel so this was not ideal.

"I don't know man. I'm actually starting to properly like her, you know. She's just so nice and caring and she's beautiful. She's also the future mother of my child but then again she's Bradley's sister. I can't do that to the gu-"

That quickly turned around. If Jake had more than averagely three braincells, he'd understand that a changing room is not a private suite but a lockeroom for access to all men at any given time. Which basically meant that the brunette with the brown eyes and perfectly symmetrical mustache they were talking about is the one and only Bradley and he also was the one that entered after hearing the whole conversation.

Quickly Jake got swung around and slammed into the locker row by the brunette. He was holding him up against it by the loose materials around his shoulders. It was a highschool Hollywood movie scene where the bully basically beats the shit out of the weaker kid due to lunch money.

Jake struggled against Bradleys grasp as Javy tried to pull the mustached man off him. It didn't work much so quickly other men such as Bob, Fanboy and Payback ran over to help Coyote. Once they ripped Bradley from his clawfull grasp of Jake, Hangman basically scattered a good meter away from the brunette.

All men held onto Bradley as if he was a bear or such wild animal about to break free from chains as it growled and trashed.."You're an asshole Seresin."

And we're off.

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It was a stupid idea but you were furious. You got a call that Bradley attempted to beat the holy head out of Jake. And from the messages you've received from Bradley, you knew he knew about you and Jake. And of course he knew that your child was also Jakes.

Through the phone and tone of texts you knew Bradley was furious and honestly your shit hasn't been good either. Your mentality has been shit, everytime something good happens the next thing turned out to be miserable.

Trauma has been hitting you like a bus. The flashbacks of several suicide attempts, the death of your mother, hospitals and doctors, college, the rape and all the death, it just toppled onto you.

For so, Bradley's anger would not ease the road for you if all of that was upon your mind. You needed a place to breathe and run off to. "You know you can stay as long as you want," Caila's voice awoken you from your thoughts. "I know." Once you're out of here, you're not going back to Bradley. You want a place of your own a place to be free. You wanted the songbird to spread it's wings.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

-

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

-

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

-

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

-

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

-

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

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[itsgrimeytime]

Home is Where the Heart is (Part One) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: starting over, and identity crisis.

[[A/N: Thanks to @imaginemyfavoritefics for the name idea. The vibes of this are hallmark forward, so expect something rather cheesy. Thanks for reading!! ]]

You weren't running, you rationalized deep in your head -almost as if on instinct. You were an adult, you could deal with adult problems -like relationship issues, you just wanted to... you just needed a break. A breather even. Plus, they needed a teacher -it was practically destiny.

So, why did it feel like you were running?

You hadn't had a serious job in Atlanta, just an assistant, and as much as you loved those kids, you needed to do your job. When it felt like everything was going wrong in the world (and it was-), you still had teaching. It felt like what you were supposed to do, it was a reprieve from... everything else. So, even with a fresh start, you still needed teaching.

The transitions between cities bright against the landscape into more timid more rural areas was something you found somehow conflicting. You'd spent the last few years in the city, busy nights with a constant buzz of noise -cars honking, people talking, street performers... As it got quieter, there were fewer people on the road and the tall buildings turned into trees scrapping the sky; it was all a little surreal.

And it struck you then, you weren't scared -not really. Not scared to uproot everything and start over, it made you wonder bad it had gotten without you knowing.

"Okay," you hummed, turning down a sort of suburban road -houses every little bit, but much farther apart than the tight compression of a culdesac, "-1259, little white house-"

Your Grandma had called you at least 10 times ensuring you'd remembered the address -as if it wasn't written in your GPS. But as it turns out, back on these roads, just off what you assumed to be the town center, Google had no fucking clue where you were. So, perhaps you should thank her, actually.

"1259," you muttered, again -eyes focused out your passenger side, trying to see the addresses, "-little white house-"

And then, someone tapped on your driver's window.

"'Ay, ya need somethin'?"

You spun around in your driver's seat quickly, matching a man's -tall, brunette, brown-eyed. He wore some assortment of a leather vest and seemed to have been busy prior -you could see the dirt dusted under his fingernails and staining his jeans. The second thing you noticed was his tone wasn't friendly.

Maybe he thought you were nosing around in something you shouldn't.

"I, uh, yeah-" you rolled down your window, -briefly wondering how long it had been since you met somebody new, "-I'm trying to get to 1259? It's a uh, little white-"

"No, no," he echoed -interrupting you, less confrontational, "-I kno' the place, got a friend 'at lives near ya. Just follow me."

And without another word, he waltzed off in front of you -focusing succinctly on a motorcycle. An old one, by the looks of it, well-maintained though -maybe there's an auto shop around here?

The purr of the engine was loud, even through your rolled-up windows. Something in you had expected heads to pop out of windows -words yelled, so when they didn't... you assumed he was a regular here.

Cranking your car, you slowly cruised to follow him. He seemed to be attentive to you being behind him -driving slow when you were certain it had seen far faster speeds. Maybe even earlier today actually-

You appreciated it, nonetheless.

It was a short journey, a few more turns, and a little bit more driving down roads aimlessly. All things considered though, you were very close to the center of town -where everything was sold and the only stores miles in any direction resided. So, you could work with it.

That being said, where the house was wasn't exactly suburban. There weren't pristine sidewalks and crosswalks, or only little patches of grass here and there. You had a yard -a flourishing yard with trees and flowers and just... open space.

The neighbors were close enough that you could see the house -a surprising sort of light blue paneling, but you could definitely see that their fence far surpassed your own. Their yard seemed almost to last forever, you could even see a barn far back from the back of the house -red, yes, but very worn by the weather, and if you truly listened you could actually hear the shuffle of some livestock.

Okay, so next door to a farm, you told yourself -lightly, -totally can do this.

Without another thought the man pulled off to the side in front of you -making way for you to pull into the driveway. A smooth sort of ease on the bike that made you assume he had years of practice. He certainly looked the part.

You got out of your car, roaming close to him at a comfortable distance (for him or you weren't sure). He didn't seem the type to want strangers close, but then again you weren't really, either.

"Thank you," you started, kind of awkwardly but you were meeting someone new so you let it slide -tone taking a casual sort of amusement, "-I appreciate the help. I know I would've been out there for hours if-"

"Don't sweat it," he echoed -kind of coldly but you didn't know him well enough to assume he meant it that way, "-anythin' else?"

"Uh," you started, "-the Elementary? It's back by the center, right?"

"Yep, can't miss it," he answered, shortly, "-if ya need anythin' else, I'm only a few houses down. Otherwise, people 'round 'ere are pretty friendly."

You smiled -at your very first success, "Okay, thank you, really... uh...?"

"Daryl," he puffed out -making no effort to move from his motorcycle, "-Daryl Dixon."

"Y/N," you offered back, "-Y/N Y/L/N."

And without another word -only a single swift nod of his head, he was gone. It was such a quick exchange that you almost thought for a moment you dreamed it -that you'd somehow gotten the memo of where the house was and he didn't exist at all. Which, to be fair, at the rate your brain was firing could definitely be plausible. You were a mix of something between relentlessly tired from the drive, and insanely stressed because well... You'd just up and moved your whole life for good reason, but still.

"Everythin' alright?"

You blinked and were met with yet another unknown face. Not that you expected to know anyone here -other than maybe a few faces your Grandma had stories of. But this man... you would've known him.

Tall with a head of brunette curls matted in a sort of dirt -the same dusted across his shoulders, you guessed, and encrusted into his fingernails. His eyes were a sort of blue that you considered people write poems about and along his tan jaw was a big bushy beard -something about it was untamed. Like he hadn't cared to brush through it that morning, or maybe just hadn't cared for it for a while. Still, somehow he looked good. Handsome, even.

"Oh, yeah, sorry-" you started -trying to calm the flush of him just waiting while you downright ogled him, "-I just, I got some help finding my new place. Kind of zoned out there, but I'm... I'm fine, really."

He raised an eyebrow, intently, "Ya sure?"

"Yeah, yeah," you softened slightly at the concern his tone held -something in you aching in realizing you hadn’t been concerned over in so long, "-just tired. 'Been a long drive."

"Where'd ya drive from?"

"Atlanta," you answered -far easier than you intended to (there was just something about him-).

"A very long drive," he chuckled -low timber of his voice rattling through your bones (something in you stiffened -not again), "-ya need any help with anythin'? I got some free hands."

"If you're not busy," you countered -exhaustion a distant rattle in the back of your body, ever present.

"Nah," he reassured, blue eyes flickering over you, "-I got stuff 'at can wait. If you don't mind waitin' a minute, I can get my son to help too."

"Well..." you responded, slow and awkward, "-thank you."

"No, really," he echoed, "-ain't a problem. I'm Rick, by the way, Rick Grimes."

You smiled, maybe a bit less of a polite one and more genuine then, "Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. Do you... Do you live around here?"

Rick laughed -a sort of deep chuckle that mostly felt warm in tone as he roamed towards some of the boxes, "Yeah, I'm uh... I'm actually y'er neighbor."

"Oh," you echoed out, as he seamlessly picked up three -like it was as light as a feather, "-really?"

"Yea'-" he spoke, hoisting up the boxes slightly and you suddenly realized just how snug his t-shirt was, "-blue house, big farm-"

And despite the flatline of your brain then, you still managed to remember the large plot of land right next to yours. The beautiful blue house was his, of course it was-

Handsome, strong, probably married neighbor, you tsked yourself -remembering the mention of a son, -totally can handle this. Totally cool with this.

This trip wasn't to ogle neighbors, it was to care for yourself and start fresh, and further your career-

"You okay?"

"What?" You startled in place, merely jumping actually, "-oh, yeah, just... a lot to do. And even more tomorrow."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes sweeping over you -like he couldn't read you, "Take it day by day, 'sure it'll all work out."

Correction. Handsome, strong, caring, probably married neighbor, you ran through your head -words anything but at your leisure.

God, you were so fucked.

[jenniferjareauwife]

hello, could you write something about jj and the team finding reader passed out in the office bc of an eating disorder?

Passed Out

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 838

summary: jj and the team find you passed out in your office

I rubbed my face while pacing around my office, trying to take a deep breath to calm down. My head was spinning and my stomach was growling but I didn't care. I hadn't eaten in 3 days and I planned to keep it that way. I was losing weight and I looked better than ever.

A few minutes passed and the dizziness wasn't getting better, it was actually getting worse. I leaned against the desk for support but it didn't help anything. The next thing I knew , my head had hit the floor and everything was black.

My head pounded as I heard a woman's voice. I didn't recognize it at first but then I realized it was JJ's. "Hey. Hey sweet girl, don't sit up." My eyes fluttered open and I leaned into JJ's hand that was resting on my cheek. The edges of my vision were black and my vision was a bit blurry but it came into focus after a minute. JJ was kneeling down on the ground next to me while Emily was on the phone in the corner of the room.

"What...what happened?" I whispered, trying to sit up.

"Shh. Lay back down." JJ smoothed my hair out of my face. "You passed out baby." She kissed my forehead.

"Oh."

"What do you remember from before you passed out?"

"Dizzy." I reached for her hand.

"Have you eaten?" I hummed in response, not giving her a straight answer. "Yes or no baby."

"Mhm."

"Don't lie to me."

"Ok...no." She sighed before kissing my forehead again.

"You've gotta eat my love, we've talked about this, ok?" She wrapped her arms under my shoulders to pick me up and lay me down on the couch. "You have to have food in your system to function. Or else things like this happen." I turned towards the door slowly as the rest of the team came rushing into the room.

"How is she? Does she need an ambulance?" JJ shook her head while holding my hand.

"No. She was out for less than a minute."

"Why'd she pass out?" Spence asked, a genuine look of concern on his face. JJ furrowed her brows, asking if she could tell him. I shook my head slightly, my vision getting blurry again.

"Shh. Come on sweet girl. Let's give her some space, yeah?" She caressed my cheeks and kissed my forehead.

Once everyone left she pulled me into a gentle hug. "You ok? Dizzy anymore? Blurry vision?" I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again and it was still blurry.

"Mhm. Blurry."

"Ok. I'll be right back. I'm going to go get you some food."

"What-"

"No fighting on this, ok? You passed out and you need food." She kept her voice soft but firm. "I'm gonna go get you some yogurt." I held onto her hand as long as I could before she was too far away.

She came back a couple minutes later with vanilla yogurt. I made grabby hands at her and sniffled while trying not to cry. "Why are you crying honey?" She sat down next to me and handed me my yogurt.

"I'm sorry."

"Shh. No baby. Don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, it's alright." She held me tight against her as I took small bites.

"But I didn't mean to scare you and the team and I- I didn't mean for it to get this bad again-"

"Shh." She kissed my temple. "No. No apologies love. I've got you. Just focus on eating right now. I'm right here. If you start feeling bad again, just tell me and I'll call an ambulance. It's going to be ok." I nodded and leaned into her, taking bigger bites of the yogurt. God I was so hungry.

We stayed like that for at least half an hour. She played with my hair and whispered reassuring words in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her close to me. "What if- what if I had died?"

"Let's not think about that, ok?" She kissed the top of my head. "You're alive right now and you have some food in your system, it's gonna be ok." She rubbed my shoulder.

"I don't want to be this way, you know?"

"I know honey. No one deserves to struggle the way you're struggling right now but that doesn't mean you can't get through it, yeah?"

"I guess." My voice broke.

"You can get through this. Just don't pass out on me again, please." I laughed softly. "You scared us all so much."

"I scared myself." She kissed my temple again, pulling my head against her chest so I could hear her heartbeat while she stroked my hair.

"It's ok now though, ok? I've got you. I'm always here for you." She rubbed my back comfortingly. "I love you so much, I'm always here to support you, yeah?" I nodded and wiped my tears away. "I love you so much." She repeated.

"I love you too."

[just-a-wholesome-writer]

Hold My Hand But Do Not Touch Me

YB x Asexual Reader cuz I have thoughts.

He was looking at you again. Like that. Searching, prodding, the scenes playing in his head almost visible to you. 

You wished he didn't. But you knew there was no stopping him- we was persistent. From the day you met him at the park, to the flower shop, the diner…until he made it all the way into your heart. 

But that forced you to confront the same old problem you had in every partnership: that it was truly only your heart. And not your pants. Or your shirt. Or your mouth. 

God, you hated his mouth. 

Tender kisses never stayed tender with him, they always diverged into intense one-sided makeout sessions that left your head spinning. Every bit of him was so overwhelming. 

And yet you loved it. Him. The intensity of his gaze when he looked at you. Like a promise, a silent understanding that you were the most precious thing in his universe. It was those moments that you cherished.

Your hand in his, not trapped but held gently like he would break you should he add force. Touch without demand- you didn't need to perform, you only needed to be. And that was enough. 

Or at least that's what you hoped. 

But while he never forced you to, you could see the desperation in him growing. It was a foul, hungry thing, looking to devour you and leaving no bones. 

It scared you. And quite frankly…it disgusted you, too. Betrayal deep in your gut whenever you cuddled and you could feel his lap stiffen up, knowing it was your fault but that you couldn't fix it. 

You wanted to. To give him all that he yearns for- that was love. Love was desire, love was passion, love was hungry and dirty and nothing that you ever felt.

Because your love was sweet. Your love was a homemade meal, a back massage, a kiss on the cheek and only the cheek and most importantly your love was love. Not infatuation or misunderstood lust. 

It was a rarity so when you tell him you love him that is the truth. But you can't help but feel like you were speaking in a language he couldn't understand. 

So the next time you watched a movie- Saw, he loved horror movies and was gravely disappointed by your lack of knowledge on the supposed classic- your hand didn't stay on his. 

It strayed up his arm, squeezing awkwardly at his shoulder in an attempt of…something. 

He looked at you in confusion, but didn't interject, simply enjoying the fact that you were touching him. It made your heart ache, knowing this sweetness would be soon interrupted. 

Like a bandaid, you told yourself. One night. One time. Just so he knows the depth of your feelings.

So you straddled his lap, next. And again, he didn't stop you. Hands on either side of you, not daring to make contact with your skin as if it would spook you off. You couldn't say that it wouldn't. 

But you progressed bravely, lips briefly meeting only to pull back before it could grow in intensity, then trailing down his jaw to his neck and then his clothed chest. You couldn't bring yourself to undress him. 

He was beautiful, and you'd found yourself staring at him while he was changing on more than one occasion. But it was never sexual. 

And now that it was, undressing him felt…wrong. Dehumanizing. Thankfully you knew it wasn't a requirement for what you were about to do.

You just had to unbuckle his pants, which was the next step. Though as your hands moved to pull down his zipper, his shot down to hold them, and he finally spoke up. 

“Darling…” he looked at you breathlessly, his cheeks a sweet kind of red. He looked so shocked, like he couldn't believe what you were doing.

“Don't you want this?” you spoke calmly, hating this stop in your momentum.

“I-I- Yes, but…” he wasn't lying, the way his zipper pushed out all on its own was proof of it, but still he seemed hesitant. 

"Why now?” he finally said, and suddenly your false confidence began to slip from your shaking hands. 

“Because I love you,” you answered truthfully, “and I want you to feel loved. And I…”

“...I know that my love may not be enough for that. S-so I want to try it your way.”

He looked a mixture between touched and horrified, eyes once again taking in your body, but not with hunger this time.

Taking your hands from the hem of his pants, he kissed them sweetly, helping the tears that had accumulated at the corners of your eyes to fall. 

“I'm so sorry…” he wrapped his arms around you, tightly but in a way that didn't feel trapping. A gentle embrace that still clearly told you that this is where you belong. 

“I'm sorry If I made you feel like you have to do anything.” 

“You, baby,” he whispered as his hands traced circles over your back, not caring that you were soiling his favorite hoodie with your tears “have made me feel more loved than I ever thought I could. I don't need sex, or anything else, all I need is you- in whatever way you'll let me.”

“But…would…wouldn't you miss it?” you croaked as your crying finally came to a stop.

“There's nothing I miss when I'm with you, love. You make me whole.”

And something inside of you told you that he was telling the truth, too. 

[dyxtd21]

The Ancient Attainment:

(Chapter 4)

(Monday 1st, June, 20XX, 6:00pm)

Little Jimmy Smith couldn't sleep again. He thought, no, felt that the monster under his bed was back again, trying to kill him and his whole family.

Jimmy was only 6 years old, the age when little children have the fear of the dark, monsters under their bed or in their closets, and when their imagination run wild, like imaginary friends.

Jimmy had an imaginary friend, Mr. Nobody, who was waving over to him to go and check on his parents. Jimmy got up from the bed but quickly dashed towards his bedroom door, afraid that the monster under his bed would awaken, but he saw nothing as of yet.

Jimmy followed Mr. Nobody down the hall towards his parent's bedroom. He opened their down, quietly as to not awaken them.

He saw that his father's side of the bed was empty. Jimmy understood why. He heard that his father was going to some sort of party hosted by Bruce Wayne himself.

Jimmy didn't like Bruce Wayne, but he did like Gotham's own vigilantes, more specifically, Batman. Jimmy thought that Batman and the others looked so cool and awesome, fighting the villains and whatnot.

Mr. Nobody pointed his ghostly hand to Jimmy's mother's side of the bed. Jimmy didn't know where his mother was. Maybe she was with his father or still at work...

Who knows? Jimmy thought, slightly upset.

Suddenly, a bump was heard downstairs in the living room. Jimmy was scared but curious. He made his way downstairs, being followed by Mr. Nobody behind him, in the living room, and opened the lights. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything was in their correct places.

Jimmy calmed down, but Mr. Nobody pointed towards the storage room. Jimmy tilted his head to an angle.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked Mr. Nobody.

Mr. Nobody didn't say anything but still pointed to the storage room.

Jimmy nodded his head and walked towards the storage room, and opened the door. Inside, Jimmy saw his father's old green radio. Jimmy remembered that his father used it only for blackouts, which in Gotham City happened a lot.

The radio came alive, as if someone was talking on the other side of it.

"He-ll-o, li-tt-le bo-y." The person spoke in a smooth voice, but Jimmy couldn't make it out since it was a little bit staticky, but Jimmy knew one thing:

The person who just spoke to him was a male.

"Hello, who are you?" Jimmy asked, a bit on edge, as if sensing and thinking that the person is going to come through the radio.

"I'm a fri-end, lit-le bo-y. You can ca-ll me, The Rad-io Whis-perer." The person from the radio answered to Jimmy, with a 'knows what he's doing' attitude.

"Furth-erm-ore. I nee-d to ask you for a fav-or, litt-le one." The Radio Whisperer continued.

"Sure, what is it?" Jimmy asked, intrigued.

"Do no-t tell any-body abou-t me. More-over, have you wit-nessed a...monst-er?" The Radio Whisperer answered and finally asked.

Jimmy shook his head. "I haven't seen any monster, no, and I won't tell anybody about you."

"Go-od to kno-w. I mu-st be goin-ing now, young on-e. Fare-well, we'll mee-t agai-n some-day." The Radio Whisperer finally said, and afterwards, they vanished.

Jimmy was now all alone. He turned and closed the storage room but didn't see Mr. Nobody.

Another bump was heard, and this time, it came from Jimmy's bedroom. Jimmy walked upstairs and mentally prepared for the worse. He opened his bedroom door and stepped inside.

He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but then...the smell began.

It was pungent, like blood, no, it was a mix between acid, fire, and swamp water. Something was not right...

Jimmy walked over to his bed. However, he felt something touch his right foot. He looked down and saw... something black and gooey.

Jimmy tried his best to wipe the gooey substance of his right foot and then returned to facing his bed. He was hesitant but did it nonetheless.

He crouched down and saw... a monster.

The monster got up from the bed quickly and stood bipedal upwards. Jimmy was speechless and extremely terrified.

The monster, as stated before, stood bipedal and muscular, with its height around 9'5". Its whole colouration was dark and pitch black, with long curved horns, reptilian eyes, and a long tail, with countless sharp spikes on its end.

The monster opened its mouth. Jimmy was unfortunate enough to witness its sharp fangs and long tongue. However, Jimmy was able to see something else. Something squared-shaped and twinkling at the base of the monster's long tongue.

The monster turns its stoic, creepy, and dreadful gaze towards Jimmy and lets out a displeased growl from the base of its throat. It, telepathically, spoke to Jimmy.

"You have seen me..." The monster starts, without moving its mouth or gaze away from Jimmy.

"I'm sorry-" Jimmy started but got interrupted by the monster.

"...You must be dealt with, like the bug that you are." The monster finished as it slowly approached Jimmy, with the door to Jimmy's bedroom closing eerily shut.

[dawnthefox24]

*Cole knew it was a stupid idea, he knew it was stupid for shoving Ashe it was a death wish but he had too. Besides Overwatch and the Gang  happened to be in the same area only to be stick in a cross fire with Talon agents. It was a temporary truce between the two but as of as now he took a stray bullet that got him instead of Ashe, so this is how he dies huh. Sacrificing himself once more*

Cole:*look at his own blood surrounding him and hears Ashe panic* y-you can't even watch yer own-

Ashe:*cuts him off as she tries to stop the bleeding* IDIOT!! SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR ME !!!

Cole:*lets out a painful chuckle before groaning a bit* S-..Someone had to watch..fuck..watch your back...

Ashe:*glares at him* You're a fucking idiot!!!

Cole:*is to tired too argue with her*... thought y-you want me dead...

Ashe:*glares at him but seems very concern* Shut up save and your breath beside only I can get to kill you...

Cole: *feels his eyes become heavy from the blood lose*I..I'm a sorry...

Ashe:*snaps her fingers in his face before looking around for any medics* Hey! Hey ! Hey keep yer eyes open...Don't you even dare close them...CAN SOMEONE GET ME A MEDIC!!! HE NEEDS HEALING!!!

Cole:*is trying to stay awake*..I-I'm sorry for...everything Ashe...

Ashe: *looks quickly back at him* Hey asshole you better not die on me!!

Cole:*feels his vision become blurry before the whole world goes black hearing Ashe voice calling him *

~~~

Cole:*Groans softly as he wakes up sore and winces in pain before turning his head and see's Ashe sleeping in a chair arms crossed looking like shit*what the-

Angela:*walks in worriedly cutting him off* thank goodness you're awake Cole, you were out for at least half a day I was starting to become worried you wouldn't be able to wake up and- Whats wrong?

Cole:*looks at Ashe* What is she doing here?

Angela: *looks at Cole than at Ashe*She wanted to stay when you wake up...

Cole:*is confused* Thats not....

Angela:*sighs softly* Well her quick thinking brought you over here too me she was very worried about you Cole...

Cole:...That's not something she woul-*gets cut off*

Angela: *sighs*Cole look she was begging me to save you, she cried but don't tell her I said that okay.

Cole: *looks a bit shocked* S-she cried?

Angela: Look she here because she insisted, trust me not everyone was to keen about her coming with us mainly the whole gang

Cole:*leans up in shock only to be struck with pain in his chest* THE GAN- Fuck!!

Angela:*sets him down hushing him* Shh relax and Yes the Deadlock gang is in Overwatch

Cole:*nods softly and sighs* Tell me Angie how bad is it...injury I mean....

Angela:*sighs softly* well the bullet really didn't leave... It shattered so I had to carefully remove each fragment out around your chest...it just missed you're heart...

Cole: Damn...is this why I'm having chest pains?

Angela:*nods* yes but you'll be in top shape in no time though-

Ashe:*wakes up and see's Cole awake*  This isn't a dream right..I better not be dreaming...

Cole:*Looks at Angie and looks at Ashe*

Angela: I'll leave you two alone but I'll be outside and no its he's awake be gentle with him okay*smiles sweetly knowing what cole meant by that, but also smiles threatenly towards Ashe as she leaves them alone*

Ashe:...

Cole:...

Cole:*not liking the silence * You know-

Ashe:*cuts him off* You died...Twice in a row during the surgery... you better thank that Angel of yours....

Cole: I'll thank her later...You know you could have left me to di-*is surprised when Ashe hugs him tightly*

Ashe: *is trying not to cry* Don't finish statement..You scared me...

Cole:*Sighs softly hugging her back before pulling away from her since this was going to be awkward* I'm sorry for scarin ya.... Ashe:...Why did you do it.... Cole:...Do what?

Ashe:*glares at him* You know what I mean...Why did you save me!? Cole:*Looks away from her * I don't kno- Ashe: LIAR!! THAT BULLET WAS MEANT FOR ME SO WHY!?! Cole: *looks down* Cause it was cheap shot against you and someone had to watch yer damn back!! Ashe:...why do you always have to be the hero.... Cole:...I only do it for the people I care about....Look you may not like me and for me I can't hate you...you have every right to hate me Ashe for everything I did....But in the end I did it for you and the gang more than you can ever realise...

Ashe:....You're the most dumbest man I've ever met Cassidy....I didn't need you saving me!! I would have been fine but than you shoved me and... Cole: You were saving me... Ashe: We'll yeah only I'm the only person who can kill you not by some random Talon agent or whatever it was.... Cole: And how come you're not killing me now? Ashe: *rolls her eyes* I got threaten by a monkey and an angel but mainly mostly by everyone Cole:*snorts a laughter*There very protective of me.... Ashe: *sighs softly* You really care about them don't you Cole: We'll I care about them like how I still care about the gang, why do this I haven't thrown any of you guys in jail or even better you guys aren't even dead. Ashe:.... Ashe: You know that does mean I have time to plan on killing you right? Cole:*shrugs and smiles softly* I know but still you always miss Ashe:*glares at him* I won't miss this time and this means nothing I only saved you because I want too kill you myse- Cole:*rolls his eyes* yes yes, You want to kill yourself and not someone else. Ashe: Yeah that... Cole: Yet you came here too Overwatch and now what? You gonna head home with the gang and let them know that I lived? Ashe: I'll tell them that You lived but I won't tell them I hugged you alright... Cole: Alright than but be careful cause were friends with a few hackers so get ready for some blackmailing. Ashe: Yeah I'll blackmail them with a bullet through the skull first Cole:*Laughs a bit before wincing in pain* Shit I can't laugh too much Ashe:*smiles lightly but went to grab her stuff and fixed her hair* This was a truce for now Cassidy remember that..

Cole: Yeah I get that Ashe, also don't worry I won't tell a single soul and Athena can you delete whatever you saw Athena: *hums a bit* Of course Agent Cassidy. Ashe: *rolls her eyes * Thanks and I sometimes hate AI, forgot you have one. Cole: Not everyone trusts you, but I promise you they won't see the hug and you cryin~*he teased her* Ashe:*flustered* I wasn't cryin!!! Cole:*waves his hand a bit* yeah, yeah. I'll see you in another time Ashe take care Ashe: *puts her coat on and glares at him before flipping him off before leaving* I'll kill you next time Cole.... Cole: Bye Ashe *once she left with he rest of the Gang, Angela came back looking a bit concerned* Angela: She could have killed you know... Cole: Though she didn't Angela:*sighs softly pinching the bridge of her nose*...What do you see in her Cole? Cole: *thinks of all the times he spent with Ashe when he was with the deadlock gang* Cole: We'll let me whisper it in you're ear Angela:*walks over to him and her eyes widen as what Cole is telling her* SERIOUSLY!!!?? Cole: Yup but promise not to tell the others Angela: Honestly Cole I don't think they would even want to hear it Cole:*chuckles softly* Thanks Angie Angela:*Rolls her eyes but smiles softly* Anytime Cole and rest okay you need it.

[c0nn0r-c0nn0r13]

As i promised... Tim Drake as Toga Himiko. (Tw: blood, eating people, body torture(?), death)

Welcome to Connor yapping about their au (part 1) (keep in mind i’m not an author, and suck at writing)

Tim Drake is a strange, strange child. His teeth grew too sharp for a childs. Now sharp teeth were normal, but these weren't normal. They were more like fangs, they were different. Different isn't good around rich people.

So his parents did the only reasonable thing they could think of, they filed his teeth back, till they look normal. (What is normal?)

Tim, himself, didn't like losing his teeth, he thought they were cool. Look a vampire in those old movies he watched behind Mrs Macs back. But if his parents said they weren't normal then they must be wrong. (It's such a strange word.)

Life was better.. or it was until the young drake made a mistake. He saw a bird, a very pretty bird, it was a small thing, a robin. It had crashed into the fence in the back of his garden. The one that connected to a forest.

Now, Tim loved birds. His first memory was seeing three birds dance in a circus. The night ended in tragedy, but before it did, he got to take a picture with the youngest bird. So he wanted to help this little bird. He picked it up, looked at it. It certainly wasn’t moving. But the red on it was so pretty.

He’d never seen anything like it before, it smelled nice aswell, like something metallic. You can’t blame him for what he did next, it just looked so good.

Thats when his caretaker, Mrs Mac, found him, drinking from the dead robin. The old lady screamed, Tim tilted his head, why was she screaming. Mrs Mac screamed something about his “inhuman smile-“ and how “you sick monster.”

Mrs Mac quit the same day, leaving the boy alone and rumours spread quickly. People at school whispered about him, pointed at his fangs teeth that were growing back in. The only thing that really stuck was how much they were scared of his smile. He stopped smiling as much after that.

When his parents finally came home, they instantly heard about the incident. They weren’t happy, not at all. He hated his teeth now, his smile, he hated how good it tasted, how good it felt.

He swore he wouldn’t do it again. (Promises are meant to be broken)

At school, there was this boy, Jamie, in the year above him. He had pretty blonde hair, deep brown eyes you could get lost in, he was in the year above him. At twelve he released it was a crush, he had a crush on a boy. His parents would be disappointed. He told no one.

After school, Jamie asked him to stay back, to talk to him after school. Tim was more then happy to talk to his crush. It didn’t go well. It was a prank. A prank that ended very poorly.

James ended up dead. His blood drained. All that was left of his body was a straw sticking out his neck and a pocket knife in his neck. Everyone knew it was him, but as long as he was a Drake they couldn’t do anything.

Janet died in a mining accident, Jack no longer wanted anything to do with Tim. He disowned Tim the first chance he got. Dropping him off in the foster care system.

The group home he was stuck in wasn’t kind. They gagged him, made sure he couldn’t do anything. His cries were drowned out under white noise. The young meta hated it there, he couldn’t do it anymore.

The walls were red, he liked red. Tim liked it a lot. It was pretty. Tim liked pretty.

His fangs had fully grown back in, and his hair had drown out. He didn’t like feeling it on his neck. He didn’t want to cut it, so he did his best job at doing sloopy buns. They were pretty, cute even. Tim liked cute like he liked pretty.

Another robin died, but this time a big one. It did bad things to Batman. That wasn’t good. Now, he was smart, he could figure things out. So he found the first robin in Bludhaven. The young meta tried to get him to go back as robin. “Batman needs a robin.”

Robin one, Dick, refused. Told Tim to do it himself. So he did. He became the third robin. To be honest, Tim didn’t know why Dick let him be robin, Tim wasn’t good, he knew that. But Dick said he could do it.

Being robin was hard on Tim. Seeing all that cute blood and not being able to do anything, but he leaned self control. He promised he wouldn’t drink blood again (promises always get broken.)

He met some of the best people as robin, Kon, Bart, Cassie, Cissie, S’lobo, Greta, Anita, and so many more. They didn’t know what he was but if he told them, he didn’t think they would care. They were cute like that.

But as it happens, shit got fucked. The second bird came back. Jason was big now, angry now. He was a crime lord, not a vigilante. Or he was more like a mob boss, ruling with fear.

Personally, Tim didn’t get why he chose the jokers old codename of all things. But each to their own. But attacking him in titans tower was a low blow. It was close as well, Tim wouldn’t back down, he was as much of Robin as Jason was.

Jason was just an asshole. Tim would die on that hill.

Damian was a cute kid, though. He didn’t mind the stabbing, he showed love how Tim showed love. Someone who understood him. It was nice, maybe Damian would share his blood with Tim. (Not that he’d ever ask, he said he wasn’t going to drink any blood and he was going to stand by it)

The Bruce died, he knew he was alive though, he knew it in his heart. He helped Damian design a Robin suit before he left. Damian, in return, gave him some of his blood, just incase Tim ran out. They had the same blood type after all. (It meant more to Tim then that)

(Damian knew Tim was a meta, he found out from his mother before he was dropped off at the Wayne manor. He didn’t know how to tell Tim he knew though. So this was all he did, giving him what he needed.)

The journey was hard, losing his spleen was fucking painful. Losing Owen and Z was fucking painful. He kept their blood with him, it was precious now, he wouldn’t lose it.

Getting kicked out of a window wasn’t how he expected to die, he didn’t want to go like that. It wasn’t pretty, all he hoped that his blood was pretty on the ground. Maybe Damian would keep his blood for him.

He didn’t expect Dick to catch him, but now.. now he had to explain, and explain he did.

From the killing, the blood, the home, the tower, getting Bruce back.

He did not, whatsoever, except acceptance. Not be called family, to be called cute. (Normal was boring, and promises always get broken)

Anyways thats roughly how this AU plays out, i’m a shit writer so sorry.

[leagueofdccm]

❛ It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❜ for Soldier Boy

clearing out memes || @twiicetheheart

YEAH..., HE GETS THAT FEELING. TERRIFIED. NOT ONE HE WAS VERY FAMILIAR WITH; hell, he didn't think someone like him, a supe as fierce and as him, untouchable, would ever uncover such a wimpy feeling. Thought becoming a superhero would lay to rest that human part of him, but it appears the Russians wanted to humble Soldier Boy, and oh... they did. Fear had smothered him, drowned him, and curved around his neck in a vice grip, possessing his very life and his very soul. The second time he felt fear ? AND MAYBE HE HAD GOTTEN SOFT ? Every devilish asshole held a heart of gold, right ?

It was his final battle going against Butcher, that fucking backstabber who had released him from that horrific box. Soldier Boy was approached by Butcher to join forces to fight against Homelander, only to discover that Homelander was Ben's own son. This shocking revelation left him in a state of profound emotional turmoil, as he GRAPPLED with the conflicting emotions of having to confront his own FLESH AND BLOOD. However, amidst the confusion, a glimmer of determination began to take hold. Maybe it was better that way ? It's not like the older superhero was parent material; look who his old man was ? All that wishful thinking was just fucking pathetic.

THE THOUGHT OF BECOMING A FATHER WAS BOTH exhilarating and daunting, but he had never wanted anything more. The third wave of fear crashed over Solider Boy when a mask was forcefully placed over his face. Despite struggling against those restraining him, he overheard those motherfuckers conversation about that fucking box. Those haunting memories began coming to life again. His entire world seemed to crumble at that moment, not just because of the anxiety of being confined in that dreadful box again but also because of Michelle. He was desperate to get back to her; he had made a promise, and Ben intended to keep it... HE PROMISED HER.

A sly, lopsided smile played at the corners of Ben's mouth as he observed his stunning blonde gracefully moving around her kitchen. Her presence filled him with a COMFORTING WARMTH. He hadn't torn his gaze away from her for even a moment, not even to take a sip of his now-cold black coffee--or was it an Americano from that place Michelle liked to call ' starbunks ' ? - or whatever the fuck it was called. It didn't matter. His deep forest green eyes remained fixated on her. She was his HERO. While humans were often VIEWED as inferior to supes, there was one thing that Michelle possessed that the supes didn't: a heart. She had rescued him, risking everything for him. The strength of her compassion set her apart.

" Now, don't you worry that pretty head of yours, Chelle ? You already showed what you'd do for me. And you did a lot for me. You didn't have to come for me, you- thank you. " AS HE ROSE FROM HIS SEAT, he crossed the room with purpose, his hand reaching out to rest against the small of her back. With a gentle touch, he slowly ran his hand up and down the length of her back, feeling a mixture of disbelief and OVERWHELMING EMOTION. Seeing her again was something he never thought would happen. He leans his head until his forehead is pressed against the side of Michelle's head, and his eyes close as he breathes in her scent.

" You know what terrifies me ? How much I fucking love you. But fuck, while it scares the shit out of me, it also gives me so much more strength. This... " Cupping the side of Michelle's face, their eyes meet, and he can't help but LEAN DOWN to capture her lips in an unhurried, meaningful kiss. Breaking apart but remaining with his hand against her cheek. " ....this love... I used to think love was powerless; I didn't have much love in my life, I told you before. And when I did have it, I took advantage of that love from the fans, from the people who proclaimed to worship me. But that wasn't love; I knew that. BUT I WANTED IT... just didn't know where it came from or how to get it until you. And I was shitting my pants, no fucking doubt. Thinking it would weaken me, but it didn't. It only gave me more fights and reasons not to give up. BECAUSE OF YOU. Because I fucking love you, Chelle. "

[thewanderer-000]

The Beasts Within(18+ and up)

Minors DNI

TW: language, violence, horror, gore and seggual scenes

It was a cold night running from a giant beast that had took the moose Deputy Penelope Thompson had been tracking, unfortunately the thing didn't go down easily. But that wolf like creature saved her as the moose was getting ready to charge, then the rifle she held tightly to went off getting the creatures attention. Penelope ran to her black truck, that thing was huge she thought but as she started to speed up something hit. Not enough to do much but enough to alert her.

"Holy fuck, it can't be. It was behind me" I drive at it as the beast jumped out of the way then after half a mile something rammed my truck. I hit a guard rail but not the part I wanted and I'm skidding off the mountain and hit the bottom. I cut my seat belt since I couldn't get it to unbuckle, a couple big howls echo in air. I feel too disoriented to do much and feel myself going unconscious. Only thing I see is three large creatures and I see the night sky then trees as I'm dragged. A ferocious roar bellows then loud screaming, screeching then a gurgling, the most horrifying sounds to wake up to in the wilderness. Then stinging burns my arm and leg.

"Oh, this is bullshit. Ow, and my radios in the truck with my first aid. What the hell was making that racket? I gotta go back, somehow" I don't know what to do first but getting away from the area is a must. But I'm tired, thrashed and scared, also hungry. I lay back to gather strength only to hear something large standing over me then I feel a hot breath huff over me. It pushes me with its head till I'm laying on my stomach, it's sniffing me all over then the creature licks at my minor cuts and scrapes. I fain unconsciousness till it roughly turns me over on my back, I whimper and it growls and the creature resumes licking my wounds.

'Oh fuck, please don't be a bear' I sneak a peep at the beast or what I could in the dark, it could been a bear but it's smell wasn't like a bear. At any moment it could have bite into me and shook me like a chew toy, I had to calm myself mentally and was succeeding. Then it bit into my clothing and started to drag me, I had to fain sleep then I heard a truck and pow pow. The beast dropped me and ran, I got up and ran to the truck where Grace stood.

"Deputy, we found you, what happened? We found your totalled truck, well, Jess alerted us to it as she tracked you down. She- she thinks a bear had done it, you don't look too bad get in and well take you to the lumber mill to mend and stuff.

"Thank you and that would be great, let's go" I say as I get on the truck and see Jess, it was nothing but a quick ride to the lumber mill. I got myself patched up and found sleep after I got a quick nosh. In the late hours I smelled it, I smelled the big wolf scent, I changed, that smell should be gone but then again this place has no windows. The beast knew me, it smelled and tasted my blood, bit into my flesh, didn't take any but it left a hell of a mark on my arm, leg and side.

"Is it here? Should I go see, nothing is a miss... Nah, gunfire isn't happening" I said to myself but felt eerie and nervous now. And now my radio crackled then cleared.

"Deputy? You feel sore? That smell still make you nervous, even now? Or does it excite you, make you shudder, arouse that space between your legs, don't answer. I already kno-" I interrupted before this guy could continue.

"Jacob!? Shut up" I say sleepily and he chuckles but I freeze as I hear that chuckle turn into a laugh right outside.

"Come on out Deputy. Or I'll blow your house down, and worse" I feel nervous but I'm not willing to see him do worse. I put a hoodie on, I think about putting on pants but this should be quick meet, not like they haven't seen me practically naked or naked. Like what's pajama bottoms gonna hurt. I see him through the window going to the trees, I just jump out the window so as not to draw attention. I follow him swiftly as I place my hidden melee weapon on, he more than likely knows but I'm still taking it.

"OK, what do you want big bad wolf?" I snark at Jacob Seed, he smirks and his eyes looked me over and I didn't like how he how he did it. But it was still kinda hot, focus.

"What makes you think I want anything" he says cool and collected, then I smelled it and it was stronger now, it was making me a little dizzy. I stumbled to go sit on the big rock poking out of the landscape, Jacob let me hold on him for a bit of support. I wondered if it was him or something else, I wanted him to stand back but I was overwhelmed and held on to him. I felt heat rising in me, and in my face.

"You that, its smell wild, like a big wild animal" I whimpered scrunching my face in disbelief, only for Jacob to chuckle and say something I couldn't focus on as I was going through some shit, I was cool but now it's hot. He got a hold of me with his big hands making me focus on him.

"That's not me darling, I was right though. You are strong even in this form and you smell amazing, I'm more than positive my brothers can smell you now. You'll be a great addition to our family, honey" I whimpered as Jacob began inhaling me, I felt slight wetness lapping at my neck and suckling on that sweet spot.

"Huh-, stop. It'shot-" I say feeling like I'm on fire and feeling uncomfortable with Jacob that immersed into me and it didn't help he was super warm as well. And this was what I thought about in my fantasies sometimes.

"Yeah, it's like that during your change, and your first change will be complete, if this is done right-. You'll be complete and mine, blood moon is near, we'll unleash what's been waiting" he said nuzzling himself into my neck and hair. I weakly try pushing him away and couldn't, he hauls me away and drives back near St. Francis as I am going in and out of consciousness. I wake up to women pulling and pushing me to a bonfire while each article of clothing was taken off. They replaced my clothing with a wolf pelt. It's so hot that I didn't care, I had very little sweat it was alarming but I lay there and hear some of them leave. I scan the area and see Jacob with specific blood symbols, a loin cloth on. Someone places a wolf like cloak thing on Jacob and he starts chanting when he faces me. I lay panting at the heat pulsing, I whimper feeling hot, I see the blood moon then Jacob kneels pulling me to him and starts putting symbols on me in the blood.

"Jacob, please?" I cry, he only hovers over me and practices breathing in and out over me and I follow suit, synchronize my breathing to Jacob's. He lays fully against me and I feel like we're connected by breath and more as we're flush together. And he gets up on his knees and takes a knife and opens his hand, he drips it into my mouth, I should close my mouth but I don't. Jacob says more then places his bleeding hand fully over my mouth and encourages me to drink it in, I do and feel it's warmth moving throughout my body and in my core. He pulled at his loincloth and like that Jacob's hard on finds its way poking at my entrance. It's so hot I feel myself shudder.

"Oh god" I sigh as his other hand slides his tip up and down my slit teasingly but he lines it up and thrusts in hard and fast then he slowly thrust in and out. We moaned at our new felt ecstasy, Jacob kept an even pace. Allowing me to get used to him and that didn't take long luckily, Jacob picked up pace then proceeded to pound away. He bite into me and I felt a trickle travel down my breast heading towards my neck down my side and to my belly. Jacobs once blue eyes were golden, my hands found themselves at his shoulders to push away but my legs stayed wrapped around him. I take notice of my hands, now clawed, I claw into Jacob because it feels so good.

"Oh Jacob! Yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Oh fuck" Jacob was rough at this point but whatever was happening I wasn't so soft and our moans turned into grunting. I pulled Jacob close so I could bite him as he did me, it feels so amazing and I wasn't sure who finished first after Jacob pulled out. But that wasn't it, and like that I feel amazing heat like the feeling from our passion but it got sweltering and began to hurt. I see those who stayed carrying on howling, growling and dressed similar to Jacob as I felt my bones crack, my skull fracture, my jaw, my bones creak and elongate wicked painful. Then my eyes shifting to a new view, I hear and feel everything, blood seeping from my mouth as I gurgle, choke, growling, whimpering and groaning. I black out from the pain, my only memories are running around on all fours, playing and chasing other wolves, helping in hunting moose.

So free, a familiar scent, a large wolf a bit scarred a few other wolves that smelled similar to the large scarred wolf. I burped and tasted raw meat and found that I wasn't alone I looked up at who I was sleeping on and seen it was Jacob. I pulled back only to bump into a sleeping man I sit up and assess where and what happened. I feel a slight pain, I had been doing more than running hunting, then flashed on a memory to being mounted by the large scarred wolf a few times. I look around and see a few others, I quickly get up and run to find the truck and dress up in my clothes. This was a lot, I was in such a state that I didn't even hear I was being followed.

"Hey, wait. Come on stay awhile, angel" Jacob said as he neared I quickly looked away from his nudity and pulled on my clothes. Thankful the Peggies didn't throw my stuff in a pile

"And what? Why would I do that, huh?" I retort defensively, as Jacob checked me out, his sly smirk on full display as he got close, his hands found my hips then circle to my back side. I sniff him and wanting him all over again like last night, I hold on.

"Cause this is where you belong, you are mine" I pushed away from him. That bothered me, I belong to no one but when he said it I liked it, it was a confusing thing at the moment.

"Ugh, I gotta get out of here" I try to get back to putting my clothes on but Jacob made me look at him, those hands making me look up into his eyes now, their blue again.

"Hey, you're mine, you are fighting it now but she knows where she belongs" Jacob stated while his hand rested on my chest.

"You mean what you cursed me with" I spat, he still held me, his touch soft, caressing my face.

"I didn't choose that, but it would have come for you eventually" I was hesitant to ask, but I knew exactly what he meant, if I asked it would only confirm that last night was real. I gag then Jacob had me stand to the front of the truck as he held back my hair as I vomit up flesh and more, he looked after me.

"Holy fuck it really happened? Fucking sick, I ate raw meat and-" I said and throw up everything from last night's midnight hunt, Jacob laughed and took care of me then we went back to St. Francis and let me rest.

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The light shone through the balcony doors in Jacob's room, a nap was the best thing and Penelope was surprisingly hungry. But first she had to leave immediately, she was attracted to Jacob and after last night it was something else, something so much more. Penelope didn't know what to do with this predicament, in a strange place with cultist werewolves that had overthrown a whole county, it's law enforcement plus a US Marshall. She slipped out of there and drove around the Whitetail mountains aimlessly, then found herself parked at the dock and sat. The evening setting in.

"A werewolf, I'm a werewolf now, scary yet interesting" I said to myself feeling it, I can smell things better, see and hear a whole lot better than before. But the hunt and being mounted by Jacob on more than a few occasions that night, I'm sore and probably from that change. A truck drove in and parked by my stolen truck but I knew, I knew it was Jacob and this was Jacob's truck. He'd have to come looking for it.

"So you needed to go for a little drive, I was starting to think you'd drive away a lot further" Jacob said after getting out one of the cultist vehicles, he looked so good I wanted to mate with him again.

"The thought crossed my mind, would you have followed me" I tease, looking at Jacob, he had a glow about him but that could just be because of the heightened senses.

"Yes, I'd throw you over my shoulder and uh-. Forget carrying you back home, I would take you where I find you. Bet that Adelaide would like to watch that" I laugh and blush furiously, this man. He wouldn't wrong.

"Think she would like to join too" I add, I know she would, Jacob shakes his head as he opens the truck door and goes to kiss my neck.

"Mm, I think we should do it some more and some more, babe" I am willing with his hands all over me. His big hands roamed and grope, I'm just going to give in and I can't deny that he feels so good. I kiss him and relish in the moment of want and desire.

"Mm hm" Jacob pulled on my clothes exposing my chest and stomach, one hand grabbing a tit and the other down my panties rubbing my mound so good. Jacob let his kisses trail off on my jaw, neck and down to my nipple then the other nipple. His mouth and tongue working diligently, he pulled away and took my shirt off as I quickly pushed down my pants and panties. Jacob threw off his jacket and practically ripped off his shirt, he lifted me up and took me to the camper shelled truck bed. With one hand he opened up the truck bed to set me down on the tailgate and let his talented mouth make way between my legs. He gives nice long flat licks from around my slit and sensitive nub, his hands gliding on and rubbing my thighs. He teases nicely, kissing and sucking on the inside of my thighs, drawing out whimpers and moans. Then to torture me a bit more he bites.

"Oh honey I could stay between your legs forever and a day" Jacob pants as he makes eye contact with me as I watch him, now he runs his hands from my thighs up to tits. His hands alternate from massage to his fingers toying with my nipples. Jacob's mouth teasing me but not eating me out yet, I'm begging him with my eyes and sighs but he continues to tease.

"Jacob, please, this is unfair" I lustfully state, he only hovers and gives softer kisses but not anywhere near my wet aching sex.

"You look beautiful like this" I whine at his words and manipulations, I bite my lip then try and push against Jacobs mouth. He softly laughs and his breath on me is making me more horny, and now I notice that his one hand is now stroking himself. His mouth continues kissing around my vaginal area, I'm so pent up and he is as well, I want it, I want him.

"Fuck, playing with your cock? I know you want it too, I want you so bad-" before I could taunt more Jacob latches his mouth on my clit lapping at it long and flatly while sucking tight. I am laid back on a sleeping bag moaning, legs wrapped around Jacob, my hips bucking as he holds me down. My one hand gripping the sleeping bag and the other holding on to Jacob, a swoosh of wetness. His mouth slowing down as my body trembles.

"Ahhh fuck, Jacob come on-" he doesn't wait, he plunges in my soaking wet hole making me squirm against him, we thrust with each other then Jacob pulled my legs up over his shoulders and thrust with more power.

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They spent a few hours entwined, and were asleep cuddled up in a sleeping bag big enough for two. A nice get away from cultist details for the werewolf couple of the Whitetail Mountains, Jacob began to stir before the sun rose as is his usual routine. But he wasn't going to rush out to do training, not yet, first he must rouse his sleepy love on his chest. He softly glided his hands all over her, Penelope only nuzzle more into Jacob to avoid consciousness. Jacob thought it funny, he's a bit of a morning person while she isn't.

"Darlin', wake up" I said in a sing songy voice as she lay slowly waking.

"No" she murmured, I'll get her up eventually.

[luminous-jones]

Sailing Off To Find My Happy Ending- OUAT fanfiction- Killian Jones- Chapter 3

By Luna Jones (Luminous-Jones)

"I know you're their dearie," the voice of a man called out weakly causing Kenzie to gasp and lose her footing. She fell to the floor.

Damnit, she thought and got back to her feet and sighed. Now that her hiding spot had been compromised she had no other choice but to leave and change her fate.

Regretting her choice she made her way out of her hiding space taking her jam doughnut with her.

"Who are you?" The man asked when she emerged from where she had been hiding.

She didn't know this man other than the brief moments she had seen in her dreams of Storybrook.

"Callie, my names Callie," she replied giving the name she gave to those she couldn't trust because something was telling her that he couldn't be.

"What are you doing on Hook's ship?" She added.

"I could ask you the same question," he replied.

"Exploring," Kenzie told him.

"You expect me to believe that," he stated.

"Believe what you want but I'm not lying," she said.

"Even if it was true, which I know it isn't, how do you know Hook?" He questioned her.

"I just met him outside on the docks. When we bumped into each other," she answered.

"Sure you did," he spoke sarcastically and then added "tell the truth. Did he put you up to this?" He demanded.

"Put me up to what?" Kenzie wondered.

"To trick me so that you two can make sure the job is finished," he replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" She admitted.

"Stop pretending you don't know," he ordered.

"I don't," Kenzie spoke firmly as it would make him believe her, and then she had evaluating thought. "Wait are you the one who he wanted to kill? He said he wanted to kill a crocodile. That's you?" She questioned.

"So you do know that he came to kill me?" The man asked.

"I thought he wanted to kill a crocodile, not a man but I've only just met him and I don't work for him. I'm not helping him. I did just come on the ship to explore," Kenzie said.

The man struggled to move. Kenzie stepped back, worried about what he was going to do. But she relaxed when he settled back in his seat. "Anyway, why would I want to kill you when I don't even know you or Hook? Well not really. I only know of him through stories of Peter Pan," she lied. She wasn't about to reveal she'd been having dreams about him.

"Well sorry dearie, I don't believe you and I can't take my chances," the man said.

"What are you going to do to me? It looks as if you are dying?"

"Oh, believe me just me being alive right now is enough when we get to Storybrook, " he stated causing Kenzie's heart to drop. She knew that the threat was genuine and it scared her but she wasn't going to let him know that.

So her eyes fixed on him and questioned him as she asked, "where's Storybrook?" Trying to play along with the idea that she didn't know what he was talking about and didn't know that fairytales were true.

"You'll find out soon enough, " he replied

Kenzie took deep breaths. And then wanted to put as much distance between him and herself, so she made a start for the door. Given the condition he was in she knew she had the advantage. Plus there were others on the ship, so she needed to find a way off before anyone else saw her. She ran but didn't get far because once again she collided with someone.

Kenzie stepped back to see a blonde-haired woman in her late twenties to thirties looking at her with lowered eyebrows. "Who are you?" The woman questioned.

Before relying on them, Kenzie looked at her the way she had the man and something told her that she was more trustworthy and less dangerous than the man but she still wasn't sure if she could trust her. Besides the man sat not far from where they stood, so she still used the fake name, "Callie," she replied.

"What you doing on this ship?" The woman asked her.

"She came onto exploring it, " he answered for her.

"I did, " Kenzie spoke firmly.

"She's lying she knows hook, " the man pointed out.

"You know Hook?" The woman asked.

"Not really no," she half lied. She did know him but not really. "I just met him today for like 5 seconds. We bumped into each other and he was like I have a crocodile to kill and then walked off. With him gone I thought I'd have a look at his ship because I kinda have a thing for boats and the sea and I've always wanted to see a pirate ship up close so I jumped on board, " Kenzie explained hoping that this woman would believe her.

"You expect us to believe that?" Asked the man.

"Gold's right."

"It's true. You have to believe me, " begged Kenzie.

"Then how did you see the ship?"

"A big massive pirate ship. It's not like it's hard to miss, " she acknowledged.

"Right suppose what you say is true how would you know who you met was Hook? In this world, he's just believed to be a story you wouldn't even think he was him, " the woman pointed out.

"Well I've always wanted to believe in another world and always kinda did, but I couldn't not without proof. But meeting him proved it because it all made sense. I put two and two together. Hook, Crocodile, ship. Captain Hook. I thought that it had to be true. You two called him Hook so that makes it true, " she told them.

"So you're telling us you knew who he was because you believe in fairytales and magic?"

"Yeah, I guess so, " Kenzie responded finally realizing that it was true. She did believe.

"I have a hard time believing that," Gold declared.

"Why?"

"Because this is a land without magic, " Gold stated.

"Then it looks like you thought wrong, " Kenzie told him crossing her arms.

"But it doesn't make sense, " the blonde woman said quietly.

"What doesn't? That someone can believe in magic?" Kenzie wondered uncrossing her arms and looking over to the woman.

"No, this ship has a cloaking spell on it. You shouldn't have been able to see it, " she answered.

"What?" Kenzie asked raising her eyebrows slightly. How was that possible? She had seen it. She's right it doesn't make sense, though Kenzie.

"See that's more prove she's lying, " Gold said.

"But I'm not everything I have said is true, " she asserted, getting fed up with saying the same thing over and over again. How many times did she have to explain herself and tell them everything she was saying was true?

"I think she's telling the truth. It doesn't make sense but she's not lying, " the woman said.

Finally, thought Kenzie and God asked the woman, "let me guess, your superpower is telling you that? "

"Yeah, " replied the woman.

"Well I still don't trust her, she could still be a threat, " Gold said.

"Well, I do. None of it makes sense but I know she's not lying, " disagreed the woman.

"So what you're just going to let her go?"

"What else am I supposed to do?" Asked the woman.

"Not trust her for a start, " answered Gold.

"Says the least trustworthy person here, " Kenzie snaps and the two of them glared at her with a confused look, that made total sense. She had just met them so how could she know anything about them?

"I sort of have a good judge of character, " Kenzie added.

"I'm hoping I'm right in trusting you, " the woman stated.

"You are, " Kenzie reassured her.

"When we get to Storybrook you're free to go home, " the woman told her

"Thanks but where is Storybrook? Is it where you live? " Wondered Kenzie.

"It's in Maine and yes, " she replied.

"So there are other storybook characters that live there?" Kenzie asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

"So who are you?" inquired Kenzie.

"Emma, " she replied.

Emma? Thought Kenzie because she didn't recall an Emma in any fairy tales she had read. "So are you from a fairytale?"

"I am but it's complicated, " she responded.

"Oh, " uttered Kenzie.

"Yeah, " said Emma and then turned to face Gold and added, "well I'm going to go back to Henry and Neal, I just came to see if you were still with us."

"I'm afraid you can't get rid of me that easy dearie, " he said.

"I don't want you to die. You're Henry's grandfather. If I wanted that why would I be helping you?" Emma told him.

"Anyway, hang in there till we get back, " she added and then made her way out.

Kenzie followed after Emma not want to stay with Gold and the two make their way back onto the deck, where another man and a young boy about 11 years old stood at the wheel.

[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 88

I used to think I knew what fear meant. Animal terror. I thought I was afraid before. When I was arrested for murder. When I was transferred from institution to institution. When I got to the headquarters. When we were running under a hail of bullets…

Even back then I wasn't as scared as I'm now. Because then I had a faint hope, it seemed to me that something could still be done. But now I'm facing the danger itself. I'm in the hands of someone who can really trample me. He can destroy me. Morally. Physically. He's able to leave no one stone of my temple upon another. Just because he can. And there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. He has already outlined his position to me. He won't let me escape from this. He'll be cruel. He'll be ruthless.

He lets go of my wrists, his hands are on me again, but now on my shoulders. He holds me through the fabric of Adam's T-shirt. And I close my eyes, waiting for my destruction. I wish my gift would come back now. All my life I've dreamed of getting rid of it, but now I need it more than ever. But this power is no longer able to protect me. This is my payment for all the ruined lives.

I press myself against the wall, I can barely stand on my feet. It's too much for me. It's too much. Tears begin to form in my eyes. I'm breaking down. Something inside me snaps in half, crunches. Guilt, pain, fear, shame overflow and run down my cheeks. 

I can't take it anymore. I want all this to be over. I want this to be a terrible dream, just a nightmare. I shrink all over, my throat constricts, screams and cries get stuck somewhere in the depths of my chest, and I sob soundlessly. The trembling becomes so strong that I feel myself hitting the wall behind me.

All that remains of me is a pitiful, shameful lump. I feel disgusted. With myself. I hate myself. I despise my weakness. I so want to be strong again. I want to fight and struggle. But there is nothing decent or noble left in me. I don't accept my fate with my head held high, I don't look boldly in the face of impending tragedy, like a heroine. I am a shattered nothingness, a pathetic semblance of a human, a mess of tears and snot. I have only myself to blame. I'm paying for my own sins. Miserable, worthless…

If he saw me as the ruler of the world, deserving to stand next to him, then he was very much mistaken. I didn't pass his test. I'm just the leftovers remain after his bloody feast.

"Look at me."

His voice is so confident, insistent. He knows what he wants. He wants to see how my fall will change my eyes. He wants to see. He won't defer to me. He wants to watch my suffering, my pain. But I don't look. Not out of pride or audacity. I just can't. I'm too scared, too weak, too confused about where I am and what's going on. There are only emotions left that paralyze my entire being.

"Juliette, look at me."

I'm getting a feeling of déjà vu. This happened before. At the headquarters. The morning after he killed Fletcher. I cried the same way, and he asked me to look at him. I was also terribly afraid back then, I thought he would kill me. He didn't hurt me then. He was kind to me. For a while. It's all a lie. It's all a game. He just planned to keep using me to torture people for him. And at that moment he couldn't touch me. He couldn't touch me… But now…

I shouldn't look at him, because I'll turn to stone. I'm counting the buttons on his coat. One, two, three, four… It's not calming me, but I shouldn't look at him. Because I will see the cruel eyes of a smug monster reveling in his power. 

But his voice… along with his persistence, there is some… sincerity in it. 

You can't trust a voice. 

I need to see his eyes.

And I let his green gems burn through me.

Shriveling, pulling my head into my shoulders, pressing against the wall, I'm looking into the eyes of my own demons, that have tormented me all my life. I can barely see his face because of the tears blurring my eyes. He's so close. His lips are so close. He'll carry out his threat. I know that. And I'm waiting for this kiss, practically losing consciousness. I almost want it already. So that it ends faster.

He's frowning, serious, focused. But those eyes… There is nothing calm about them. They're rushing from side to side, are hypnotizing me like a pendulum. And I shift my gaze to my bloodied guillotine. To his lips. I tried to escape from it, I thought I could. But I couldn't. I made a circle and returned to the starting point. I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready to lose my head, but I know that there is no other fate for me. Maybe I should just accept it. Maybe I even deserve such torture. I suddenly relax in his arms, lose all will, humble before my destiny. I give myself up, I surrender without a fight. There is no sense of struggle or resistance left in me. Nothing. Everything is burned out. Only a hollow shell remained, filled with emptiness.

I can see his lips parting as he leans a little closer. I feel his breath on my face. I close my eyes and inhale through my mouth…

"I won't hurt you, you hear?" I'm not sure that I hear. I blink, open my eyes wider, trying to see something behind the tears. "Hush, calm down."

Now he's the one who closes his eyes, inhales, licks and then bites his injured lower lip. And I can't take my eyes off this action. I'm watching him like he was watching me just now. It's like I'm stunned. It seems to me that I'm in a intoxicating fog that prevents me from soberly perceiving the world around me.

"It doesn't matter, okay? It doesn't matter right now. We're talking about the wrong things." He exhales sharply. His fingers rub my shoulders lightly, as if to cheer me up. "We have to think about other, more important issues. Good? I know you're scared.… I understand… Really… We parted on a bad note. And now… I was disturbed by all these events… I didn't control myself well. My fault. But I won't hurt you. I swear. Let's try to pull ourselves together. We said a lot to each other. But now we can talk calmly, sensibly, reasoning like rational people, right?"

Talk calmly? After he killed Adam? I don't think so. I don't think it's possible. But I don't have the strength to answer him.

"Juliette. I'm not your enemy… I'm not the one who's your enemy… Please hear me. Listen to what I'm telling you. Do you have any plan? Have you thought about the consequences of all this? You're all alone…"

Yes, I think, I'm all alone. Because he killed Adam. 

"You have nowhere to go, you see? Wherever you go…"

His persuasive tone eases the tension slightly and some dam breaks inside me. All the pain, all the fear, all the resentment suddenly return, filling me to the brim again and it all spills out. I remember everything he said to me when Adam and I were running away. He told me that I had no place in this world. And even though I know he's right, it's driving me crazy. I'm used to always digesting everything inside myself, but now, next to him… I want to throw out all this bitterness on him. Like it's his fault. Although it's not. But it's much easier to blame him than to admit my worthlessness over and over again. Or maybe I just need someone to share this pain with.

"I know! I know I'm no better than you! I remember that I'm a freak! That I have no place in this world, that no one will ever accept me. That I would be hated. I know that people suffer and die because of me, because I'm a monster, because I do everything wrong. I remember. I remember that I belong to you, that I have no rights, no choice. I'm your thing, your property. I know that if I don't obey you, you'll still get to me and turn my life into hell. You'll force me be near you whether I want it or not. Will make me do whatever you want. I know all this, but I… I don't want to be like you! It'll be better for everyone if I'm alone… will die of hunger and cold…" Tears flow uncontrollably in a stream. I can't go on, my voice breaks, and I avoid his gaze again.

He's silent for too long.

We're honoring the memory of dozens of seconds buried by us.

"Juliette…" he breathes.

An insidious snake wrapped around its mouse. His whisper hypnotizes, makes you forget all precautions. Forcing you to make a fatal mistake.

I blink up at him.

It was a trap.

A cruel, evil trap.

My eyes are full of tears, and his, suddenly, disarming sympathy. And he shouldn't look at me like that. With these eyes the color of grass warmed by the sunshine. The same eyes that I've been deceived by so many times. But I'm so hurt, and scared, and mournful. And I want to get away from it all. I want to hide from the horror that I feel. I'm looking for safety.

There's nowhere to hide here. There's no dark corner I could huddle in. But I remember that he can give it to me. He's done it before and more than once. Even when I hated him and was afraid of him. Somehow he could snap me out of my worries. Somehow he managed to calm me down. For some reason I know I'm safe with him, that he won't hurt me. And I know I have to forget about it.

Warner opens his mouth, shakes his head, but, it seems, can't find the words. 

"Ju… just… leave me… here…" sob. "Please…"sob. "I... let me… die…"

"Juliette… let me explain everything. Please. Will you listen to me?"

I nod, because I have no other options.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I put so much pressure on you. I know it was difficult for you… But I have… I had to. I couldn't… I didn't know what else to do. I didn't have much time to get through to you, and you were so alarmed…"

It seems to me that his impeccable oratorical skills are suddenly failing him. He exhales, bites his lips, looks up somewhere. And I'm just waiting for what he wants to tell me without taking my eyes off him.

"Listen… everything I said… I should have phrased that differently. That's not what I meant… I just didn't know how to stop you. But that's not what I was trying to tell you…   Understand, wherever you go, you would remain in the territory of The Reestablishment. Everything is not limited to the headquarters and the regulated territory. Wherever you run, even if you managed to leave the sector, they would still find you. With or without Adam… You wouldn't be able to hide forever. The Reestablishment is everywhere. And this world wouldn't show you mercy or understanding, you know that.

If you ran away now, they would find you anyway, sooner or later. You would be discovered wherever you go and brought back to the headquarters. If they didn't immediately understand who you are, then you would be sent to another asylum, and from there you would still return to the headquarters. But next time I might not be able to help you. Things could get much worse, you have no idea…"

His voice is soft. Easy. Slow. Deceptively convincing. And I'm suddenly amazed at how deftly he changes the subject. Brings us back to the starting position again. And his voice varies accordingly. But I understand what he's doing. He shapeshifts once again. He's playing with me again. Changes tactics, trying to give me what I need. He's done it before and many times. He could lie to me. He is The Reestablishment. He says all this just to intimidate me, so that I agree to anything. Voluntarily, of course. It's just such a game for him. Everything is a game for him. By playing, he's driven me here like an animal, I remind myself.

"Juliette. Come with me… please. You don't know how far The Reestablishment could go to to get you back. And if you left now, you would be considered a traitor. And then you wouldn't have a chance. Do you understand? Please don't make this any worse for you. Trust me. I'll fix everything. They'll think it was all part of the plan, that you were on my side. That you helped me find criminals. I can handle it. I can protect you."

He's like a feral dog, crazed and wild, thirsty for chaos, simultaneously aching for recognition and acceptance.

Love.

"Criminals?" I ask surprisingly calmly, as far as it's possible under the circumstances.

He nods. 

"I'm a criminal too…"

"Juliette… there's no sense sacrificing yourself…" His voice is so gentle, velvety. And all of a sudden, I'm quite inappropriately paying attention to how attractive his voice is. I like to listen to this chest sound, I like how it lulls me. He has a very pleasant timbre. And very enjoyable, unusual intonations, as if he speaks with a slight, unknown accent.

"You'll never understand!" I say with a little more desperation.

"I understand. I know what you're afraid of. But you're not a monster… Do you hear? You're not a monster. It's not about you. It's just that people are afraid of what they don't understand. And when they are afraid of something, they try to destroy it. People always strive to ruin what's better, to suppress those who are weaker. Because all humans are selfish. They act only in their own interests. And when you find yourself among the others, and you can't always be alone, they'll try to eliminate you or use you for their own purposes."

"Like you do?" I look up sharply at him, but I don't raise my voice. My eyes are boring into his.

I see the pain. In his eyes, in his expression. Such sincere, genuine pain. Like he's really sorry that I'm not letting him help, that I can't and don't want to believe him. As if it causes him physical torment. As if my opinion and attitude towards him really mean something to him.

"All I want is to help you. Believe me. Please. I want to help you."

His words are just a sweet lie, another manipulation and nothing more. But I'm too tired to look for a catch in every word. I suddenly want to believe him for some reason. I want to believe his words, I want to believe in his sincerity. I'm suddenly ready to believe that he really wants to help me, that he's been trying for me all this time, that I don't know everything. He's already helped me, hasn't he? I don't know if he did it for his own benefit, but he helped me. And he has shown me a different, softer side of himself so many times. He took care of me. He was gentle and attentive to me. And I saw how he had to change, to adapt to circumstances. And I want to believe in "what if".

I'm really frightened, actually. I have no one else and nothing. Warner destroyed it all. I have nowhere to run. I don't know what to do. And I'm afraid to be all alone in this huge, crazy, scary world that I've never been in. I'm afraid of being caught. I'm afraid to experience all this horror again. And I know for sure that Warner can help me, get me back into my usual routine. He can comfort me. Like no one ever could. I already know this feeling, and I unconsciously reach out to it like a moth to a flame.

I want him to hug me. Because his hands are always able to save me from my own fears. I want to hide in him from reality. I want him to become my refuge, to protect me from the fierce storm that's hitting me from all sides. I shouldn't feel like this, I have to fight this irrationality. But he has already managed to accustom me to this, and I so need to grab onto something familiar, something that gives peace and hope. Because everything that's happening right now is not real. It can't be this way. I couldn't lose Adam. I couldn't let his brother die because of me. I couldn't drag Kenji into this. I don't want this to be true. And I'm looking for ways to get away from it all.

Tears are scudding down my face inexorably again, and my trembling is only getting stronger, because I'm losing the remnants of control over myself.

I'll never tell him this in my life. Never. I won't tell him I need him. I'll never say that I want him to comfort me.

He doesn't wait for any request or approval from me. He just pulls me to him and hugs me. Presses me to his body, stroking my back, my head.

"It's okay. Everything is fine. You hear me? Everything will be fine. Come with me, come home. It's okay. You're safe now. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you."

I didn't ask my hands to go up and wrap around his neck. I didn't ask my body to cling to his. But I hug him back.

He exhales sharply, stands for a few moments in indecision, and then continues stroking me again as he's whispering in my ear.

"We'll fix everything, do you hear? Everything will be fine. Nobody else gets hurt. I'll think of something. I'll rectify it."

I want to believe that we'll fix everything and that everything will be fine. We could rewind time. Go back to the past. I want him to promise me this. I want him to save me. Pulled out of this cage of my own emotions. And I want to stay in these arms. It's like I've spent my whole life in these arms.

We're not here anymore. We're back at the base. And everything is fine. And James lives alone in his cozy untouched apartment and goes to Benny every day, and she swears bad words. And Kenji continues to serve, throwing his ridiculous jokes at everyone and getting slaps on the back of the head and discontented looks. And Adam waits for the moment to sneak into my bedroom again, to hug me, to hold me close to him and to promise me salvation. And Warner…

"Jesus… Juliette, please… Don't be afraid. You hear? No one will hurt you. I won't hurt you." Warner pulls away from me slightly, looks into my eyes. My brain is on fire, ready to explode from at the impossibility of this moment. "Everything will be fine. Please don't cry. Your tears break my heart."

I only now realize that I allowed myself to cry for real, not restraining myself anymore. His clothes are wet with my tears, my sobs drown out my own mind, my face is contorted with a grimace of sorrow. But the tenderness in his gaze makes this storm subside for a moment, along with a sigh comes a calm. He smiles weakly at me, a small sad smile. And his thumbs brush my cheeks, wiping away my tears. And his eyes… There's such genuine kindness in them, and care, and sympathy, and…

"It's unbearable to see you cry. Please… I can't stand to see you suffer." His voice is just a whisper, barely audible, comforting. He leans closer to me again, strokes me soothingly, presses his cheek to my temple, speaks against my hair. "Your torment breaks my heart… Please… I can't bear it… I can't… I love you so much…"

Two stars collide in space, creating a new black hole. I can't understand what he's saying. I can't tell if I misheard it or if he actually said it. How can he say something like that? I guess it just seemed to me in this stream of his incoherent whispers and my own thoughts, drowned out by the beats of my heart in my ears. It's like nonsense, delirium. Because in reality, this just can't be.

I lean away from him, look into his eyes in disbelief.

"No, you don't."

"I do. I love you so much. Madly. You have no idea."

He seems intoxicated. His half-lidded eyes close. It seems he can no longer hold his head, and he touches my forehead with his.

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[chemical-killjoy]

OK I love this analysis and Arcane too much to shut up, so here's my two cents on this:

Something that Vi doesn't even realize she's doing that's a big mistake is calling Jinx "Powder". This hurts her more. The Jinx persona that she's created is a form of self defence, trying to protect herself from the world that hurt her by being someone it cannot her, by being someone that causes the destruction. Reminding Jinx of the person she used to be, the person she thinks of as a scared, powerless, unloved and unwanted burden, is NOT helpful. Why would Jinx want to go back to being that? Of course that person is still inside her, but the battle mentally between two different people living in your head is enough to drive you mad. And being reminded of your struggles and pains when you're are already suffering a psychotic break? The thing you feel so guilty over it was the last straw and caused you to crack? Vi didn't mean to, I doubt she even thought twice about calling her Jinx (especially when last she knew, that was the word that hurt her sister so much, not the name of who she is now as a way to reclaim it). She was just trying to reach her sister.

And that's the beauty and at the same time, the horror and the agony of this show. They paint a tale that's so convoluted yet when you break it down it comes to a few simple things. 1) the world is tough. Not every well intentioned action ends well. 2) what are you willing to fight for? 3) Who are you? What made you? What will you become?

Also, Vi's not just reminding her of her mistakes and who she used to be, she's reminding her of the people she killed. In Vi's mind, it's their family. The people who have saved her time and time again, even in death. But in Jinx's, it's her biggest mistake, murder (manslaughter, technically) victims, the guilt and ghosts she carries every single day, haunting her through thick and thin. Forcing her to be someone else.

With the scene where Vander tells a dying, struggling, beaten-to-a-pulp Vi to get back up, he reminders her that "she still needs you". This is showing once more the amount of pressure that Vander put onto Vi in raising Powder, making her her responsibility despite the fact that she was a child too. No doubt this parentification shaped Vi into who she is now. And not only that, saying "she still needs you" is the internalized voice of Violet herself reminding herself of her reason for fighting, for still breathing; her sister. She is missing the point entirely that Jinx isn't Powder. Yes she's her sister, but not the one she knew. And she's so stubborn and determined to not let go of Powder. There's two perspectives to that. The first: can you blame her, not being so ready to give up on the reason she survived it all? And the other: Can't you see what's in front of you and accept Jinx for who she is? Face reality?

Also a quick side note: again, Jinx has always struggled with mental health, and I highly doubt that Vi ever noticed, not because she didn't care but because she wasn't exactly educated in the matters of mental health and she was always having to focus more on when their little family would be getting their next meal rather than why is my little sister so damn clingy and sensitive? (neither of these things are bad, but it was the circumstances that seemed very... intense, to me, and the way she was so devoted to Vi and no one else.)

Vi not knowing how to best help her sister, when all she want's to do is help, just proves how similar but different the sisters are to each other. They both want to save each other, but it rarely goes as planned.

What hurts the most is that we, the audience, are aware of it all, and we watch helplessly while knowing what's right. DON'T set off monkey bomb, they're already about to escape. DON'T fire the rocket, peace is about to be possible. DON'T bring up your dead family, it's only going to make Jinx hurt worse. But there's no way Powder could have known, Jinx could have known, Vi could have known. None of them saw the full picture and that's what's so devastating.

Arcane - Ghosts of the Past

During the tea party is episode nine while Jinx is having her breakdown Vi tries to pull her back by reminding her of all the people they have lost. This is a disconnect on Vi’s part because she used her memories of those who she has lost as motivators to keep going and keep trying to protect others. Whereas for Jinx all those people are ghosts that haunt her.

Vi says at the start of the tea party “ I spent so many nights in that shitty prison. On the freezing floor, hungry, bloody, counting the hours. The only thing… The only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you.” She used Powder as motivation to keep going while in prison just like she used Vander as a motivator to continue to try and do what’s right and help the people of Zaun despite there being no guarantee that she will get her sister back. She helps Caitlyn genuinely (it takes a while but she eventually gets there) because she notices that Caitlyn actually wants positive change and once again she is following in Vander’s footsteps. She is called Vander’s protégé and compared to her “old man”. Vander’s ghost helps and influences her long after he is gone.

Unlike Jinx when we see “ghosts” from Vi’s perspective they are either of the happy moments she shared with them or of them helping her get back up. Vander appears to Vi when she is knocked down while fighting Sevika and says “ I wish I could say it gets easier, kiddo. But I’d be lying. What I can say is… She still needs you. They all do. So what do you say?”. When she sees Powder in their old dilapidated home her visions are of Powder happy and of her innocence. Once again her sister is pushing her to keep going like she did in prison (this time it is getting her through getting stabbed).

For Jinx the ghosts haunt her and are constantly looming over and around her. Every time we see visions of those Jinx has lost from her own perspective they are either warped almost beyond recognition or they have a grey tinge and look dead rather than the ghosts that look just like they did when alive that Vi sees. These ghosts blame Jinx for what happened and her part (however big or small) in their deaths. They are constant reminders of her guilt which tower over her and consume her. Even when they aren’t towering over her they are always right there at her back, following her so she can never escape. The more she is reminded of them the larger, louder, and more distorted they become. Those ghosts overwhelm her until she finally snaps under their weight. Powder is gone and Jinx has fully taken her place.

Jinx needed someone in that moment to help fight them off and protect her from them instead of someone who welcomed them. But that’s not something Vi could have known. She hasn’t seen Powder in years and she didn’t see the evolution of Jinx. She doesn’t know the weight that those ghosts bury Jinx under each day because those same ghosts have been there to lift her up not knock her down. This is just another sad disconnect between the sisters and the two very different people they have become. Both Vi and Jinx can’t understand each other fully at this point and there’s no telling if they ever will be able to again.

[chronicparagon]

“You’re pregnant?” from Jun please~

Send “You’re pregnant?” for my muse to announce their pregnancy to yours.

It was bound to happen. There were condoms on hand, but protection was not one hundred percent guaranteed. Access to other forms of birth control was difficult for Harmony to obtain. She wasn't very wealthy, nevermind that availability was limited. They tried to be careful and as much as Harmony wanted a family, she and Junsui never talked about it. They weren't in a rush either.

But fate had other plans for them.

The signs have been there since they began just a few weeks ago. Intense changes in emotions coupled with random cravings that may have unnerved Junsui when they were together. It became too much on the previous night. It was a peaceful slumber disrupted by her frantically running off for the bathroom with bouts of nausea.

That was that! It was the last straw. Harmony knew something was wrong, and she needed to find out and fast!

One quick trip to the nearest convenience shop later, Harmony came home with the test. Harmony's bated breath left her lungs, but it was not of relief. When she saw that line fade in the strip after the control's line's appearance, reality shattered. Everything familiar and comfortable became frightening. She fought the swirling emotions as fears and thoughts clashed in her mind.

Junsui had to know. He needs to know. But...what would he do? How would the lawyer feel? Would Junsui be scared? Angry? Would he leave her behind?

These worries made her blood turn ice cold. Her apartment seems much smaller as she left the bathroom. Wall seems to be slowly closing in. It's so hard to breathe.

Why is it so hard to breathe?!

How could she mess up so bad? Junsui doesn't deserve to be forced to deal with the responsibility. She was so careless. So foolish.

Stupid, her mind repeated.

Stupid, stupid...

Harmony's hands shook when she scheduled an appointment to confirm the result. Then, she did what she dreaded: Harmony's hands felt heavy as lead when she sent that text message to him. She apologized to Junsui because he's working, but when he's done, she needs him to come to her place. It's urgent.

She couldn't tell him by text. To her, it wouldn't be right. Even if this will destroy what she and Junsui had, she needs to tell him face to face.

Hours dragged during that terrible wait. She sat on the sofa with her head hung low. She waits.

She waits as the remnants of the world fade and float away.

Harmony fretted as she lost track of time. How can someone be so lost in despair that the sun has moved much closer to the west? When he came, Harmony couldn't force a smile. The fear keeps her in place, her eyes staring at her feet.

Harmony tilts her head back to see him. She stuttered as she greeted him, fighting to find the right words as she silently pleaded.

Please don't leave.

Please don't leave.

Please, please, please don't leave! Dear God! Don't go!

It was harder to speak and didn't get to the point just yet. It started with Harmony saying she loved him but was scared because of the news. But he beat her to it by asking.

As soon as those two words left Junsui's mouth, Harmony felt moisture brim her eyes just before the dam broke. She burst into tears as waves of raw emotions hit her without warning. Fingers curl into her hair as hands reach for the sides of her head. Her body leans forward as tears stream down her flushed face. Eyes shut tight, not wanting to see fear or anger on his face.

She wants to scream.

She wants to run away from this. God, she wants to throw up! It hurts so, so bad!

Moments pass before she uses all her might to force herself to talk.

"I-I-I don't kno-wha-w-what you wanna do, b-b-but-" She says between sobs and hiccups. "I-I wa-want to..." She sniffs with her red, tearful eyes which return to seeing him. "I want t-t-to keep it." Coughs break up her words before she can catch her breath. "I-I don't want you-to go. I don't wa-wanna lose y-you...But...b...but...I don't-" Harmony hiccups between the terrible sobs. Another deep breath, and she speaks once more.

"I-I don't..."

Heavens above, her heart is breaking. It hurts! It hurts so bad!

"I don't wa-want to force y-you...to stay. I can...s-set you free if it's what...you want."

@pocket-sized-lawyer

[jstarr86]

HEARTBREAKS DAUGHTER

A/N: This story is already posted over on my WattPad account so you can read this and the continuation over there. Side note if you know how to make a page for this story so I can link each chapter to it please dm me because I know basically nothing for this and am unsure how to do it so if you kno how to add all chapters to one page plz hit ya girl up I’m struggle bussin

Jayla Hickenbottom

Ring Name Jayla Michaels

DoB 8/5/86

Ch. 1

You don't have to do this, you know that right?" I looked up at my godfather smiling

"Yes I know, and I want to."

"You shouldn't have to you should be still on a court."

"Paul, honey leave her alone. I am sure she knows what she is doing." I smiled looking across the desk at Stephanie as she handed me a pen.

"Yeah, listen to your wife, besides basketball didn't work out or did you forget the knee."

"I didn't for-"

"Good, I know you are looking out for me but I will be ok, I promise." I said signing the contract. "Besides we all knew this was in the cards at some point."

"That we did, congratulations." Steph said as she handed me a copy of my contract. "We'll figure something out here soon for you."

"Thank you." I said hugging them both before running out the door. I made my way to costume and to see a lady I had known for what seemed like my whole life. Ms Sandra was a seamstress for the company and a lady I had known most of my life. I ran hopping up on her table causing her to jump and shriek making me laugh.

"Child! Don't you do that again, do you hear me! Scaring the hell out of me, what's wrong with you." she said chuckling at me. I held up the contract smiling at her as she tapped my leg softly.

"Bout time, congratulations." She said hugging me.

"Excuse me." We pulled apart and I looked up at the guy who had walked up to us. My breathe stopping as I got a good look at him. Dear lord he was gorgeous.

"Hello Joseph, how are you today?"

"I'm good Ms. Sandra how are you?"

"Good, here is your vest I just finished, good as new."

"Thank you."

"Later Ms. Sandra." I said standing up.

"Ok honey be easy and I'll start something for you."

"Thank you." I said smiling at both of them before I walked off. I needed to go tell one of my best friends the good news. As I got to the women's locker room I walked in and tapped my friend on her shoulder. As Trin turned she screamed hugging me as I held up my contract. I had met her in Florida years ago when she first signed. I met her working at the performance center and we had instantly clicked.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad to see you."

"Ugh, they'll hire anybody." I sucked my teeth as I pulled away from Trin and turned looking at Nattie. We had never gotten along I guess because of the screw job back in the day involving her uncle and my dad.

"Got an issue?" I challenged looking at her. I was not about to take shit from any person in this company, backstage politics be damned.

"Yeah I do, you shouldn't be here."

"Why's that?"

"Your only here because of your family." I snorted in laughter.

"And you're not, if you weren't part of the Hart family you wouldn't be shit." I said getting back her in face. I was damn near 5'10 so I had to look down and I sure as shit wasn't intimidated by her because I knew I could kick her ass in a ring out of it; didn't matter. I blocked her swing and hit back before I knew it not only were the ladies in the room separating us but so were some of the producers and personel including Paul.

"What the hell is going on!" Steph yelled as I glared at Natalya.

"She swung on me so I beat her ass, apparently she can't get out of the 90's and wants to fight me on some shit neither of us had a damn thing to do with."

"Ok both of you calm your asses down now, I have another incident like this and you're both suspended. Nat you know better. Jayla your first match will be tonight you two are facing each other; and you better keep it professional." As everyone left I jerked away from Trin and stomped back to Ms. Sandra.

"I'm done little lady."

"Thank you." I said looking at my gear. It was black and white and had a broken heart on it that looked like the kind always on my dad's old gear.

I had just hit a double rotation moonsault when the lights went out

and Kane's music came on. I saw Nat get out of the ring but I felt someone grab me. I looked at Kane as he hoisted me up in the air as I kicked my legs trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Sierra, Hotel, Indigo, Echo, Lima, Delta, Shield." I heard from the speakers before I was slammed to the mat, the air flowing out of my lungs.

That shit had hurt more than I thought. Then again I knew Glen kind of worked like Eddie did, stiff. I rolled out of the way to the corner as Kane was beat down and out of the ring. I felt an arm helping me up and as I looked up I met the gorgeous eyes of the guy I had seen earlier with Sandra; only now his hair was down and wet, didn't change the fact he was fucking beautiful. I was a little light headed and he steadied me before helping me out of the ring and lifting me into his arms. His hand on my bare back sending fire through my body. He carried me all the way to the trainers.

"You ok?" I looked to the trainer who had walked up to me.

"Little dizzy." I noticed the guy leave and felt a little sad. After getting checked out I was given some headache pills and sent on my way as I got in the hall I bumped into H.

"You good?"

"Fine, took that bump a little rough just a headache."

"Steph and I need to talk to you next week."

"K."