#if the doors open to their normal rooms when they're in the “right mental state” and the cells pictured in their egos when they're not

[lesbianredhoodedmercenary]

so if the sinners are all sleeping in their cells.... how's ishmael holding up?

if she's ever in a bad mood when she tries to open the door to her room does she just get hit with a wave of ocean water. does it flood the bus. does she have to just stand in chest high water (with more pouring in) until she's in the right mental state too have a normal room. fascinated by the possibilities here.

[buffyromanoff]

Little By Little

Summary: Your girlfriend is dealing with ptsd after a difficult secret mission and its your duty to let her know she doesn't have to hide her pain from you. This is a sequel to ''Let it out'' but also works as a oneshot so don't worry if you havent read it ;)

Warnings: Ptsd related panic attack.

Genre: Slight angst, fluffy comfort

Word count: 1114

-------------------------------------------

The small but heavy paws of Liho walking all over your body woke you up. "Mghrr," you mumbled sleepily. "Morning, sweetheart," Nat said as she gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. Last night, she had fallen asleep in your arms, but now you were the one being held by her strong embrace.

"Your cat hates me," your groggy voice said, making her laugh.

"Well, technically it's our cat now."

Liho curled up next to her, purring.

"Are you feeling better today, Natty?"

She smiled. "You're pretty darn cute when you wake up, malyshka." Of course, she ignored the question. "Also, when you call me Natty, it makes me feel young again… It's weird how the smallest gestures can make such a big difference, isn't it?"

You yawned before sitting up and kissing your girlfriend on her plump lips. "Oh, okay grandma," you teased her.

"Oh, c'mon y/n, you know what I mean, silly."

You knew Natasha had a dark past and it made you emotional to have these little cute moments with her at home. You knew she felt the same way. She longed for a normal domestic life and loved being part of a family, no matter how small or big. Right now, having Liho and you was more than enough for her.

After some morning cuddles, you got up and made breakfast for the two of you. The need to demand her to open up and tell you what happened during her last mission was extremely strong, but you knew you didn't want to push her, considering her current mental state and the bad panic attack she had last night.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Nothing you say is ever going to scare me or push me away, you know?" God, you were not subtle.

"Mhm," she nodded and then continued eating her pancakes in silence. "Thanks for breakfast." She stood up, giving you a quick kiss on the head before leaving the kitchen.

"She's mad, great job, y/n," you thought to yourself. Why couldn't you just leave her alone? Why couldn't you let her come to you instead of pushing her to talk? Although… you just told her that you were there for her. That's not bad, is it?

In an attempt to stop overthinking, you decided to go grocery shopping.

"Nat?" You peeked into the home gym you and Nat had. She was boxing. Her punches were frantic,and sweat was covering her bruised skin. "Yea?" Her fists still swinging. "Going to the store, do you need anything?" you asked her.

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"You're absolutely sure you don't need anything?" It was clear you were not just talking about groceries.

Natasha stopped punching the bag and walked towards you, putting her hand on your shoulder. "I'm alright, babe. Go ahead. I promise I'll be less sweaty when you come back."

--

You opened the door, holding paper bags filled with groceries, letting some of them drop to the floor. "Shit."

Nat walked in, letting out a small chuckle. "Here, let me help you." She grabbed the bags and started sorting them out.

"You smell good," you kissed her hello, "no stinky gym stench," you joked, making her laugh. "Exactly as I promised," she replied.

"Gonna make some coffee, you want some?" You looked at her and smiled. "You know I always do."

The two of you were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and watching some random TV show.

"That guy kinda looks like Tony, don't you think?" you said, pointing to the TV.

"I went back to the red room," Natasha let out a nervous sigh, "He's dead now."

She definitely took you by surprise.

"You mean Dreyk-" Nat interrupted you before you could finish saying the evil man's name. "Yeah…and his daughter—all the other widows, they're free now." The redhead was doing her best to keep it together.

"Oh my goodness, Nat…that's great news!" You were expecting her to smile back at you, but she didn't.

"I want to tell you more about it. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't trust you enough to share my feelings, but-"

"Baby, it's okay. I know it's hard for you to open up. I'm so proud of you for trying," you spoke in the sweetest tone.

She was trying to say something, but her breathing was accelerating, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, c'mere, baby, you're alright." You pulled her close to you, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, remember to breathe in deep and then let it out slowly, okay?" Luckily, it was easier for her to calm down, considering there was no sensory trigger this time.

"I don't know what I would do without you, y/n." It was still strange for you to see your girlfriend in such a vulnerable state, but that just made you realize how much you truly loved her and that you were willing to do anything to protect her.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Natty."

The TV show kept playing in the background as the two of you snuggled, and of course, Liho joined you.

"Y/n, I forgot to tell you something," Nat said.

"You can tell me more about it tomorrow. Take your time, darling." You caressed her cheek with your fingers.

"No, no, it's something else." Her tone was definitely different now, more relaxed.

"Oh, okay then, spill." You replied with curiosity.

"My… my family is coming to visit," she looked you in the eyes.

"Cool! I haven't seen them in AGES! I actually have something I want to give to Steve, an old vinyl he might like-"

"No, it's not them… it's my other family," she said, and you couldn't look more confused. "From Russia."

"WHAT?! How come you never talked to me about them?!" You were shocked but mostly excited by this new information, and that made your girlfriend smile. "I have a younger sister, Yelena. I feel you'll get along."

"Oh my god?! When is she coming? When are THEY coming? Oh, and is she a widow like you? Is-"

"Okay, okay, slow down there, detective," Nat interrupted. "Yes, she is a widow like me. And they're coming over next week. Yelena, Melina, and Alexei."

"I'm so excited, Natty." You hugged her.

"I don't know if I am, to be honest… they can be quite embarrassing," she let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, then I'm even more excited. Can't wait to hear embarrassing stories about you," you teased, and she shook her head. "Oh, I'm SO gonna regret this."

[idiotwithanipad]

A Candle To Light You To Bed

(A reoccurring nightmare that Humphrey wakes up from set in my Gore Au. In my Gore AU, all the ghosts memories and mental states are warped due to trauma and time. They're constantly in the mindset they were in moments before their deaths)

Humphrey's ears had grown numb to the sound of the droplets of water trickling through the cracks and gaps in the stone blocks comprising the cell. The clanking of the heavy chains around his wrists didn't bother him anymore. The scurrying of the malnourished rats in each corner sniffing for any flesh to feast on didn't concern him, even as they tested their bravery and scampered over his shoes.

Less than ten hours ago, things seemed as normal as ever, until the guards arrived. Sophie had fled, and he remained. He settled with taking refuge in the priest hole up inside the chimney breast, but as he pressed one foot forward above the hearth, ready to hoist himself up into the tight channel of uneven brick, a tight hand clamped around his ankle.

A fighting frenzy had resulted in Humphrey being wrestled into the back of a horse drawn carriage, and into a cramped steele cage hanging by chain from the roof. He wasn't alone in the cage; he recognized in the dark, each of Sophie's acquaintances, hands and feet bound painfully behind their backs.

The air inside the carriage was stale and damp, soaked with condensation and rainwater which leaked through the wood. Each stone the wheels rolled over, each dip in the road, each slight jolt of the carriage sent the cage crashing into the sides of the carriage, crushing the fingers of whichever poor idiot tried to steady themselves inside the cage by gripping the bars.

No room to stretch, not high enough to stand, barely any elbow room, any jostle of the carriage would have the person beside you plunge their elbow into your ribs painfully and suddenly, knocking the wind from your lungs. This was essentially a mobile 'Little Ease'.

The journey seemed to go on for days, leaving the countryside and entering the big city. Onlookers outside the carriage chattered and parted in the roads to allow the carriage to pass, the booming shouts of the guards at the seat announcing their authority and reason for taking up the roads.

Before long, just as Humphrey's eyes dropped shut after his body had succumbed to numbness from hours of being twisted into an untold amount of uncomfortable positions, the carriage came to a stop. The weight of the guards above them leaping from the carriage caused the cage to sway one final time before the small doors at the back were pulled open quickly, flooding the occupants with the bright sunlight of a new day.

Seemingly, they had traveled all night to reach their destination.

One by one, each occupant was carelessly dragged from the steel cage and down onto the cobblestone path beneath the wheels, before being frogmarched into a towering building. More darkness, more dripping, more chains, more bars. Except these cells were a far cry from the one they'd spent the last night in, cramped and unable to move.

It remained this way till late in the afternoon, when only Humphrey was left in the tiny cell. The echoing clunk of a hefty key startled Humphrey from his dazed slouch, and the pounding of shoes from along the dark corridor made his blood freeze.

A dim flickering light began to spread thicker and brighter against the damp stone walls until a figure emerged from the side of Humphrey's cell. A hooded man holding a candlestick in one hand and a ring of large keys in the other. Roughly and angrily, the man unlocked the cell and stepped inside, holding the candlestick higher so that Humphrey could finally see his face.

Pitch black eyes.

"Right. We've just dealt with that lot, now it's your turn, come with me" The man's cruel voice droned in his thick city accent, his hand swooping behind Humphrey to grab the back of his cloak. As he was forced down the narrow hall, Humphrey's eyes scanned briefly into the empty cells where Sophie's comrades had sat just moments ago.

He could only focus on them for a mere second before a rough hand shoved his head forward causing him to stumble.

"Keep movin'!"

Soon, they ended up outside, through another heavy locked door, and out into a courtyard. The evening mist and smog of the city filled the space with an eerie cloud of uncertainty and dread. As Humphrey focused his eyes on the mist for just a moment, he saw through the rolling coulds, the silhouette of a set of gallows, three ropes, and attached to the end of each of these ropes were the dead bodies of Sophie's acquaintences.

Before the horrified cry could even leave his lungs, another door appeared before him, which the guard unlocked and hauled him inside once more, back into the darkness, but not as dark as the last; this one sat alit with many candles, and was much cleaner than the rest.

A sizeable square table sat in the middle of the room beneath a podium.

A courtroom.

The aggressive guard kicked the back of Humphrey's knee, causing him to drop down onto a stool beside the podium, where a judge arose with a quil.

"Sir Humphrey Ignatius Bone?"

Humphrey gulped and turned his gaze away from the judge towards the table - which WAS empty only seconds ago - now surrounded by occupants holding rolls of parchment and quils of their own. Each of their faces were painted the same; each glared at him with a mixture of malice, disgust and betrayal.

"Such a crime to commit, sir. Treachery to the queen and crown?" The judge's voice rippled from above him. Humphrey pulled his eyes from the jury and looked up, imploringly to the judge.

He opened his mouth to speak, to plead innocence, but no voice came. Just a vacant exhale of breath. No voice remained to plead with.

"So you plead guilty?" The judge spoke, his tone that of a man in complete shock, as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Humphrey could only shake his head and stutter out more gusts of breath as he shot his eyes back towards the jury.

Each of their eyes had turned a deep obsidian black, their mouths contorted into vengeful sneers, except for the individual now sat at the end of the table, though she still stared at him with the same hate as the rest.

She spoke, in her heavy French accent, pointing a sharp finger right at him.

"He did it"

Before Humphrey could implore for her help, even if he felt he didn't deserve it, the judge's booming voice erupted from above.

"We find you guilty of high treason against the queen and crown, you will die like the rest!"

The echoing of the gavel stricking the stand shook Humphrey to the core, before two iron tight hands clamped down onto his shoulders and hauled him to his feet, before spinning him around and throwing him forward.

Bracing himself for impact, Humphrey screwed his eyes shut. Yet, as he felt ready to peel his eyes open, expecting to see floorboards beneath him, instead, what he saw was a crudely woven basket. Beyond the basket where cobblestones and mist. The courtyard again.

His neck and head wedged in the stockade below the blade. There was no crowd, no noise. Only the mist and the executioner behind him holding the rope that would, in moments, release the blade.

Humphrey screwed his eyes shut and didn't know whether or not begging for mercy or praying would get him anywhere; nobody was here to hear it.

Behind the basket, a shoe came into his eyeline, a large, thick, black shoe with three distinct inch long metal spikes, which looked to be from another time entirely. But he recognized it, somehow he felt all too familiar with the appearance of that shoe, and it's wearer. As his eyes drifted upwards past the legs and stomach of the individual shrouded in the rolling mist, he recognized her face.

His little girl. His sickly, voiceless child, Amy. She stood before the guillotine, trembling and crying, a stiff hand pinned around her forearm. Humphrey's gaze lifted some more, following the other hand higher until he saw the other individual who belonged to this hand. Sophie. Sophie again. She scowled at him and took her other free hand, pressing it over Amy's lips, silencing her.

The woman's French accent rose again in a grim whisper, almost like a warning.

"She is mine"

Slowly, both Sophie and Amy were dragged backwards by the mist, disappearing into it like two dead leaves sinking beneath clouded water. Before Amy's form could be swallowed completely by the mist, her unclamped arm shot out to Humphrey, trying to reach him before the blade fell.

He jolted awake. The East Wing was the same as it was when he last saw it. The wallpaper as drab and untouched as always, the floorboards creaky and neglected, the candle no longer flickered from that leaky hallway.

Being careful not to rock his head from his shoulders again, he spun to face to bed. Amy, still there, slept curled up on her side. Her eyes, rendered unclosable, glimmered slightly in the moonlight beyond the window, her hood pulled up over her head, her arms crossed around her chest, her knees curled. As she usually slept.

She was still here. The guards didn't arrest him. He didn't get the sentencing, and Sophie didn't hate him. Not really. It was their situation she hated, not him; they were both powerless in their father's decisions to wed them. Sophie didn't want him to die. She never meant to keep her pregnancy a hidden secret for as long as she did, she was just frightened of persecution or harassment from the public.

Regardless, Amy was under his protection now, Sophie would return soon, but until then, he'd have to find new ways to put out the candle which lights him to bed.

[bnhaobservation]

BNHA Observations, speculations and assorted info: U.A. High School (Part 1: Infirmary)

So, in order to write my fic, I spend much time observing canon scenes, comparing the manga and the anime version, take note of details, translations and info in them as well as finding out how are some things called.

Since what I noticed/speculated/found out can be of use for other fic authors I thought to share as well.

Resources:

Chap. 7 “Costume Change?” (服着よう？ Fuku Kiyō?) Chap. 11 “Bakugo's Starting Line” (スタートライン、爆豪の Start Line, Bakugō no) Chap. 21 “In Each of Our Hearts” (各々の胸に Onōno no Mune ni) Chap. 206 “Match 3 Conclusion” (第３セット決着 Daisan Set Ketchaku)

Ep. 6 “Rage, You Damn Nerd” (猛れクソナード Takere Kuso Nerd) Ep. 8 “Bakugo's Start Line” (スタートライン、爆豪の。 Sutāto Rain, Bakugō no.) Ep. 13 “In Each of Our Hearts” (各々の胸に Onōno no Mune ni) Ep. 96 “Match 3 Conclusion” (第３試合決着 Daisan Shiai Ketchaku)

OBSERVATIONS, SPECULATIONS AND ASSORTED INFO:

As all the Japanese schools U.A too has an infirmary or helath room (保健室 ‘Hoken-shitsu’), though the English version prefers to call it Nurse's office.

There aren't many pictures about in the manga and the anime, as it's a place that appears only 4 times though the story but they're enough to give us an idea of how it is.

THE ONE IN CHARGE OF THE INFIRMARY

Youthful Heroine: Recovery Girl (妙齢ヒロイン リカバリーガール Myōrei Heroine Recovery Girl), real name Shūzenji Chiyo (修善寺治与) is in charge of the U.A. infirmary.

Chapter 4 refers to her as ‘Kango kyōyu’ (看護教諭 “Nurse teacher”) where normally, in Japan, nurses in charge of the infirmary are called ‘Yōgo kyōyu’ (養護教諭 “Health Teacher”) or ‘Hoken-shitsu no sensei’ (保健室の先生 “Infirmary Teacher”) and this person provides first-aid treatment for injuries, illnesses, etc. of students and monitor their physical and mental health through medical examinations, health observations and so on. Recovery Girl is likely raised to the rank of “Nurse teacher” because she also has a nursing licence and provides much more serious nursing care to the students than just first aid help in fact during the sport festival, when Midoriya is injuried she says she did surgery on him.

Also, in Japan the person in charge of the infirmary is part of the teacher body and, in some cases, can teach to classes, though this would risk leaving the infirmary empty.

INFIRMARY SIGN

To point out the place is an infirmary, outside the door there's a sign saying so.

We don't really get to see the corridor in which the infirmary is but it likely looks like one of the many corridors in U.A. with the rooms on one side and giant windows on the opposite one. Actually, even if it's not said, this could very well be the corridor that lead to the infirmary as the view from the window seems the right one and it would make sense for the students to go visit Midoriya but as it's not clearly stated this is just my speculation.

DOOR (FROM THE INSIDE)

The door is a sliding one. In the manga there's either a glass on it or something attached to it but the same can't be said for the anime. Ironically while in the manga the door opens in one direction in the anime it opens in the opposite one. In the anime it's shown that the window on the corridor is so clear and large you've the impression the door opens on the outside.

WINDOW (FROM THE INSIDE)

The infirmary has a large window on the wall opposite to the one of the door. In the manga we can't see out of it, but in the anime treetops are visible, hinting the infirmary is placed on one of the upper floors of the school.

INSIDE

Inside there's Recovery Girl's desk with a deskchair as well as two infirmary beds and a stool for patients or visitors to sit on.

On Recovery Girl's desk there's the screen of a pc but I can't see any keyboard. Possibly it's a touchscreen. She also seems to have books on her desk.

Manga and anime seem to more or less agree on the design of the room for the left wall. Things change when we move to the right wall, as it wasn't shown in the manga early on and so the anime had no references when they drew the first series and had to make up the tiny glimpses of it we see and then decided to stick with what they made up. The result is the anime has a room with less space than the manga and a closet in it.

We can also sign a sign which I think is the one to check eyesignt, what should be an instrument to measure height and a message board.

The anime shows us there's also a clock on the wall and a speaker.

Also, the anime shows the recycle bin.

OUTSIDE

In the manga we aren't shown where the infirmary is located. The anime, showing the treetops from the windows, seems to imply it's on a upper floor. This image from which ballons of what Recovery Girl is saying come out from the last floor seems to imply that's where the infirmary is but it's likely not the case or it would be in such a high place they wouldn't be able to see the treetops. But well, this is just me, I can't say for sure.

[mossybee-exe]

Come & Go|Dabi x Adult! Reader

TW:Mentions/showing of mental and physical abuse and manipulation, angstyyyyyyyy, angst to (SLIGHT) fluff (so yeh pretty angsty for once)

Sum: It's been about 8 years since Dabi was arrested and went to Tartarus after the awful things he did to you. Although, you weren't expecting him to show up randomly at your door after so long. And HE didn't expect a small surprise that was with you...

It was such a long time ago.

8 years to be exact!

Yet you still remember it like it was yesterday. Every little detail.

You used to date, or more accurately, FORCED to date Dabi!

He kidnapped you a long time ago and you couldn't escape. Even if you tried, he would teach you a lesson. Which is what got you the permanent burn mark on your left shoulder.

But the worst part was when he forced you to have a baby with him so you two could start a family.

But shortly after your child was born, you managed to escape AND was found by a hero just I time! Securing yours and your baby's safety. Even the police and hero agreed to make sure any records of your child that showed he was related to Dabi and the Todoroki Family was kept secret or was gone.

And probably a normal person would end up hating their child, as they're the blood of the villain. But you couldn't bring yourself to hate or even hurt him! That wouldn't make you any better!

So you two got a nice small apartment and a nice job, and you vowed to make your child's life a happy one! One without his father.

Even when he asked about it, you didn't tell him he was a villain, and just told him he hurt you and left you all alone. That caused your son to hate his father and that made you pretty happy as you hated him too.

But it wasn't like this forever...

One nice Thursday, it was your day off! So you were playing with your son and his Linking Logs.

"Look mommy! Now the cow is in his pen! And now the farmer can take care of him!" Kai says, pointing to the toy cow. "That's neat, Kai!" You tell him.

He was probably only about 6 years old now, but you still loved him to death. The good news is, since Dabi normally had his hair dyed black, you didn't see a resemblance between him and your son's white hair! And he had your e/c eyes! It also helped he didn't have the scars!

That's when a knock is heard at your door. "I'll be back, Kai!" You tell him, getting up and leaving the living room, walking down the hall to the front door.

You open it up and your gaze is met with the icy blue eyes that still haunt your dreams.

Your eyes widen with horror and shock as Dabi stood in front of you. He had a hoodie on so it was obvious he had just broken out.

"We need to talk." He tells you. You would've said no, but he didn't have any sigh of hostility in his eyes. So you were going to take a chance.

"What do you want?" You narrows your eyes, ready to use your quirk if necessary. "I'm sorry." He states plainly, which completely catches you off guard.

"I'm sorry for the pain I caused you, the hurt, that burn on your shoulder, all of it."

You thought he was joking, but the sincerity in his voice told you otherwise. But it didn't fool you. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Dabi. You did awful things that were beyond a sorry!" You remind him, and he nods.

"Mommy? Who is it??" You hear Kai call from the other room. Dabi's eyes widened a bit as you shouted, "No one, honey!" Over your shoulder.

"Is that our son..?" Dabi asks, earning him a glare from you. "MY son." You correct him. "You believed that what we had was "love" when in reality, you were just obsessed with me and I was forced to go along with it otherwise you would've hurt, or worse, killed me! And you think you have the right to call the child in there OUR son??" You continue.

"I know.. but surely you must've felt some sort of connection between us!" He asks of you. "Not even in the slightest." You reply bluntly.

"I just... Wanted to make up for everything I did to you.." He mutters, police sirens in the distance, growing closer and louder.

"Well it's too late for that." You reply.

The police arrive and take Dabi away once again, just like before. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you look down at Kai.

"I'm scared mommy.. why was that man at our door?" He asks as he watches the police put Dabi into the back of their car.

"Don't worry sweetie.. he won't hurt us anymore. I promise.."

[roll-da-credits]

Exhausted - Hange x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Sometimes Hange just needs reminding that they're still human, a human who needs the basic necessities, and so much love.

!WARNING!

Spoilers for S4; takes place after Zeke is brought back and before the entire wine and Nicolo smashing it onto Falco debacle.

A/n: So before I start I just want to say that, I should post more fucking Attack on Titan, it's literally on my list of fandoms I write for but there isn't a single fanfic or headcanon or scenario on my page about it, and also I hope you guys enjoy this I know it's not my normal MHA or Haikyuu posts but unless I grow this blog bigger I'm planning on putting other fandoms in here too. Also, Hange uses they/them pronouns

����❤️🖤

“Hange san,” Your soft voice resonated through the dark room, on your hands carried a tray with warm soup, bread, and water. Hopeful that your workaholic lover would finally rest a bit and eat.

Hange looked back to the opened door, their stressed face softening a little bit seeing you walking in. “Y/n.” Their voice hoarse and scratchy, it was quite obvious they hadn’t been drinking at all since you came in last.

You walked over to them, smiling warmly feeling slight pity for the shape they were in. They looked completely worn out and exhausted, no doubt because of the stacks and stacks of work they had to go through since becoming Commander. Giving a soft peck on their forehead after putting down the tray of food, you walked through the closed window and slowly opened it.

Fortunately, it was close to dawn, so the sunlight streaming in wasn’t completely blinding in the dark room. “Sweetheart it's too bright.” Yet Hange still complained, rubbing their sleep-deprived eyes.

You huffed, feigning annoyance, only to walk back over to Hange and envelop them in a hug. They nestled themself closer to the crook of your neck, finding comfort in the familiar smell of you. “Shouldn’t you be resting right now?”

It was late workdays like these that made you truly worried about the health of your lover. No matter how much Hange disregards their basic human needs, they’re still human in the end. They need sleep, food, water, proper hygiene, and human interactions other than meetings.

“You know, these are the times I kinda miss Moblit the most.” You chuckled, trying to make light of the entire tense atmosphere, “Cause even Eren knows no matter how much I love you, I won’t have the goddamn patience to force you to shower. I don’t know how Levi or Moblit ever did it, to be honest.”

Henge let out a soft laugh, pulling away from the hug slightly to look at your eyes. “Moblit did it with a lot of alcohol, and I don’t know how the fuck Levi did it. I’m almost certain his disgusting blend of tea has some kind of alcohol in it.” Hange remarked.

From their voice, you can hear a hint of the playfulness they had once before. Before everything happened, before the burden of the title, ‘Commander’ was laid on them.

The both of you looked into each other’s eyes for a while, it was a silent comforting moment that was so rare to be experienced by the both of you. So rare in fact, that right now you couldn’t help but relish at the feeling.

That is before you quickly remembered the warm soup you brought over for Hange, “The soup’s going to get cold, better eat it now or I’ll eat it.”

For the first time in a very long time, Hange let out a hearty laugh, one that sounds exactly like how she used to sound before they found out about every secret the world outside the walls had to offer them.

“You’re starting to sound like Sasha.” Hange paused for a moment, you figured it was them trying to find the right words without sounding insensitive, “Did you get possessed by her dead spirit or something?”

Finally, Hange took bites of the soup you brought, it was probably their first meal in the day. “I wish. Maybe that way I can bring that poor cook some sort of solace.”

Hange seems to stop for a moment.

“Do you think this war is worth it?”

The question popped out of nowhere. Even though the two of you would talk about the state of Eldia quite frequently, there was an almost silent agreement not to talk about unsettling stuff when the two of you were together. Since it was rare to see each other outside of work activities, even rarer to find time together alone where the two of you can just relax.

But you realized this question had probably been weighing on your lover’s mind for quite some time, maybe that was why they swamped themselves with work all the time. Trying to forget how shitty this world was actually.

You tried not to think much about it and answered what came into your mind.

“There’s nothing else we can do about it.”

Hange simply nodded and continued eating the soup you brought in. Their face as always slightly hardened, the spark you saw years before almost completely gone now. The spark created from finding new discoveries about the titans and the sparks created from finding out new inventions from outside the walls brought in by Yelena.

It was sad to see it all completely disappear.

“That was the best meal I’ve ever had.”

You stopped blanking out for just a second and saw that Hange finished literally everything. Not a single speck of bread or a single drop of the soup nor the water was left. You grinned, they must’ve been starving if this is what they did with some shabby soup and stale bread from yesterday.

“Love, please sleep.”

You were literally ready to beg on your knees to Hange just so they’d rest a little bit. The eye bags underneath their eyes were getting darker and their eyes looked so ready to close and immediately sleep. To the point where you feel like even blinking would make Hange fall asleep.

Hange smiled at your request.

They realized they were being really terrible to both you and themselves. By them not taking care of their body and their mental health, they were also hurting you. The last thing Hange wants to do is hurt you, so they did what seemed the most natural to them.

They made themselves comfortable at a small couch near a bookshelf and motioned you to sit beside them. Which obviously you did.

Taking a book from the bookshelf beside the sofa, Hange cuddled closer to your figure and opened the book, fully intending to read it.

“I’ll stop working and read this book whilst cuddling with you ok?”

At this point, any kind of activity that wasn’t physical and work was enough rest for Hange so you begrudgingly agreed.

You followed Hange’s rapid reading speed across the pages, and slowly noticing they were getting slower. Of course, it was still 1 page per minute but they were repeating certain paragraphs or looking back to the previous pages for context.

Not long after, Hange stopped opening the next page. You snuck a glance beside you and saw the most precious thing you’d ever see in your entire life. Hange snuggled up against you, eyes underneath their glasses peacefully closed, softly snoring.

They looked so comfortable, so comfortable that you couldn’t resist but to lean to them and drift gently to sleep as well.

Not forgetting to give a small peck on her forehead, “Good night love.”

Completely not caring that it was probably nearing 5am at this point and the both of you would probably have to be awake by noon.

You tried pushing that thought away, focusing on the fact that finally, finally, finally, your lover has been working themselves to the brink of madness. Could finally rest.

🖤❤️🖤

[neko-naruto]

Psychic type

N hadn't left the castle in what felt like months, he was bored to say the least, but Ghetsis hadn't found a time or place for him yet, N could've sprinted and tried to leave, he had strong enough abilities to put everyone out of commission for long enough, but he would never dare try to escape.

We can currently find N in his room, sprawled out on a beanbag with one leg bent, items floating around, two Pokeballs, a cup and a bubble of water from that cup, he pointed with his finger as he moved them around, he didn't have to point with his finger to guide them, but he liked the extra flare.

He heard the door start to creak open and he scrambled to return each item to it's rightful place, only his sisters and Ghetsis knew of his powers, but if anyone else found out he would be screwed forever.

"Natural Harmonia." The one who opened the door stated, the firm and unexpected voice shattered Ns focus and the glass fell to the ground with a shatter, bubble of water spreading with ease, N turned to see who was at the door finding it was just Ghetsis, he released a sigh of relief it wasn't somebody who was important to him.

"Yeah dad?" N asked, straightening out his hat, he had to focus a bit to tune out the thoughts relaying in Ghetsises head, he didn't exactly enjoy large gatherings in anyway shape or form as he had a harder time to tune out everyones voice, often ending up with a mumbled white noise in his head that he could barely ignore, he was tempted to start wearing a tinfoil hat at times.

"Were heading to Nuvema town," Ghetsis started, the choice of town shocked N, but he nodded nonetheless, his gaze drifting to the ground, he didn't see what was there to liberate, or influence, all the people there were so nice and deserved to have Pokemon, N didn't have a say in Ghetsises plans though, he was just a piece in the plan. "I heard that there may be new trainers coming into shore soon, although, I'm not sure and would love if you could tune in for me."

N sighed before dropping the blockades, he had to refrain from clutching his head at how loud everything became with so many voices talking in his head, he had to calm himself and just tune into whatever he was supposed to be searching for.

"Do you know their names?" N asked, trying not to sound sharp or bitter, he tried to subtly clench and unclench his fists, reaching to fidget with the cube puzzle, to distracted by the voices he couldn't quiet at the same time to actually focus on anything but finding the right voice and listening to Ghetsises directions.

"Sadly, no, but one of them is a hybrid, I know they're arriving by sea," Ghetsis said before starting on his way out with so much as a wave of his hand. "Tell me when you've located them."

N nodded in response, the voice of Ghetsis actually talking was hard to differ from the thoughts, each laced with venom, he blocked out Ghetsises thoughts, he had developed a separate mental blockade specifically for Ghetsis.

N continued to sift through voice before in his head before coming across the only seafaring ones he could reach, and he was sure they weren't the right ones, none of them had the stress levels hybrids normally had, although, he wasn't the best at being able to tell emotion and stress at extreme distances, he was shocked he managed to reach someone on a boat on the salt water depths, let alone the fact the castle was situated underground.

He never paid any attention to how strong his abilities had become over the years, nor did he like to think about his abilities, period, they were being used to instill different thoughts in peoples minds, he was given a test once, accumulate Team Plasma, and send one back with their old track of thinking, he managed to do so, in fact, that old member of the team lived in Opelucid city now.

He gave up on trying to hone in on a specific voice to learn more and fell back on his beanbag, he closed his eyes, throwing up one of his Pokeballs, tossing the capture device up and down, catching it in his hand each time until he threw it down to the ground, his Zorua forming, he sighed a bit, the dark type near instantly trotted over and laid down on Ns chest, almost to heavy to not compress his lungs.

"If we have to face anyone soon, don't feel bad if we lose." N said as he ran a hand through Zoruas dark fur, underneath the top layer that felt like hay, was soft fur for insulation, still a shade of obsidian with the same markings of red, N sighed as he sat up, Zorua sliding down to his lap, still comfortable, undistracted when N started to use his powers to simply turn the ceiling fan with nothing better to do in his bored state.

[smutty-ki113r]

I woke up to my alarm tellin me to get out of bed and so naturally I checked your tumblr and I'm,,, concerned

There's a small anon war over what hoodie smells like and I have no sense of smell whatsoever so I'm not contributin, but, leafs.

Petition to change the plural of leaf to leafs instead of leaves. Leaves is an ugly ass word. Leafs just rolls of the tongue, its nicer, its what the people want

Also the same with sheep like what, why is the plural the same, I refer to them as sheeps cuz it makes me happy

Also I don't like the y/n either because "y/n" is usually a whole ass person all in itself. And they're usually a girl in most fanfic, along with the fact that they are the Mariest Sue That Ever Mary Sue'd.

I've been considerin why LJ is my favourite and I think it's purely because if any of the more sane (Masky, Toby, Slenderman, etc) took one fuckin GLANCE they would run away. I have hope that clown boy is too far gone to care about my mental state too much.

If you squint real hard my braincell count looks like a normal amount

I'm so exhausted I'm gonna talk to you, my favourite online human, because the blue light from my phone keeps me awake.

But I think my favourite dynamic ever is Rivals to Lovers™. Not enemies to lovers, cuz enemies have two different goals in mind; whereas rivals compete for the same thing.

I'm a sucker for medieval shit so,, a scene that's been annoying me all day is~

you're invited to a Royal Ball (because isn't that how all romances start these days, just roll with it brother) and you go, finding out it's a masquerade ball. You get there, you dance, being passed from person to person in a never ending loop of jewel-embeded skirts that were swept across the marble floor of the (obscenely) bedazzled castle, and suits that seemed more expensive than you were.

Regret never came because the wine chased it away; it flowed in waterfalls into your glass, the scent of it filling the room but not enough to drown out the everlasting smell of expensive perfume. Sometimes the odor of it clung to the women of the ball tighter than their corsets. The massive drapes were pulled back, latching to the wall in attempt to keep them from falling and blocking the view–of which captured your gaze immediately. The doors were swung open to let the air in, and ensuring that no glass got in the way of what lay beyond; the moon, full and impossibly heavy hung, stranded in the crisp night air. The moon was the only one that didn't judge the events that took place in the ballroom that night, the only thing watching the crowd of people with a pure, impassive gaze.

Because later that night, after multiple drinks had been passed around and a cacophony of laughter, dancing, and food had been consumed–after many glasses of wine had passed your lips and your body– of which was feeling tingly and impishly confident–had wandered to a far corner, darkened by the domed ceiling, seemingly on its own accord. In that moment you would give everything to stay in the Palace, to twirl until your feet blistered and you withered away into old gnarled bones and ashes that could still dance with the wind.

"I do hope that you know well what you wish for; not for clarity of the concept, my dear, but for clarity of consequence." The voice that spoke in your ear was deep, low, and held even darker undertones. It siezed your attention and captured it in both hands, strangling the curiosity out of you. It had come from your right, even further into the pitch-black corner, but as soon as you moved all the thoughts in your head sloshed about, banging against the interior of your head. It was either equivelant to that or a sledge hammer, one of the two. The wine was probably just twisting the voice's around you, making them appear. You tried to convince yourself but alas, even you deemed it vastly unlikely.

Turning around was more difficult then you planned. Just when you thought you would see the owner of the voice, nobody was there. Yep, probably just the abundance of alcohol making you dizzy.

Shifting back to dancing wasn't hard; it was as if you were floating down along a stream, merely following wherever the river took you. Voices pressed against you on all sides, soon becoming a background noise too, a faint buzzing sound. It rose and fell like the waves, ever-changing in volume.

You started to lose a grip on reality; eyes fluttering closed as you danced, just taking a breath of air, letting the delicate night wash away your worries, who you wer–

What the fuck!?

You did a double take, eyes now wide fucking open, because outside you spied someone that had to be atleast a foot taller than anyone else in the ball. The darkness seemed to congregate behind it, flourishing, and the only thing you could see was a wide smile and a pair of eyes.

It seemed that you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, couldn't focus; the voice's that used to be hazy surround sound was now piercingly loud the people were just too much, everywhere at once. Your breathing only picked up even more as you gripped your chest.

The.. Demon had disappeared by the time you glanced upward, you you scurried outside, barely making it before you collapsed on a golden railing. There were fine drops of rain scattered about, eluding to the fact it had rained earlier. Your masquerade costume was getting wet, leaning against the railing, but you were so dizzy you didn't care.

It was the wine, it had to be. Nobody could be that tall, it–it was humanly impossible. Moving was now akin to attempting to romp through thick syrup; a stagnant pace, uncoordinated, unsteady. Then it stopped. There was a hand on your shoulder.

You skimmed the person; they had a dark blue suit that sparkled with the occasional gold highlights, with a blue mask covering their face–it seemed that it covered all of their face, and didn't quite match what a masquarade mask should look like, but you didn't care. The support was welcomed.

"You seemed as if you required help, my Lady," He said, his voice deep and low, so much so that you questioned if you would even be able to hear him over the music blaring in the ballroom if the two of you were to venture back inside.

You looked back to where you saw the tall being, with its eyes and smile that seemed wrong, and wrong in a terrible, dangerous way.

"Care to dance with me?" You asked, relieved when he slipped his arm with yours and led you inside. The music had slowed to a waltz, nothing like the big parade of dancers that came in flurries of colour and left just as fast. His arms were solid and a comfort, welcome as the breeze on a sunny day. It felt like he protected you from everything that might have caught you off guard, in a way. Plus, he kept you from falling flat on my face, which is always a good thing.

The song changed and you were about to ask him for something else; his name, maybe, but fate had other plans. Both of you were bumped and somebody else had picked you up in their arms, hands landing on your waist as the dance consumed you. Your mystery man in blue was gone, it seemed, and you sighed. Being safe was a hard thing to ask. Instead, above you now was a man dressed in dark browns and yellows– he had a rather strange mask that curled around his mouth and eyes, leaving the centre free. His brown locks looked ruffled and messy and he jerked every once in a while, moving sporadically. It didn't stop and he didn't seem to be able to control it so you didn't mind. The slight jolts emitting from him caused you to wake up more, which was always welcome.

"Are you okay?" You asked, after his gaze had wandered elsewhere. It came back to you in a heartbeat, and you sensed be was smiling under the mask.

He twirled you, spinning you gracefully. "Of course I am," he said, coming in close again. "For now, I'm winning."

The night surged on quickly and you found yourself caught between multiple strangle figures; a woman with silky black hair and a mask that made her eyes appear the same colour, that offered you a drink that wasn't wine. A man that had offered you wine, that stood next to the big buffet table with a full glass and a white mask. He had stood with a black-masked man, but he weaved through the crowd until he was another string in a pile of wool. Your blue mystery man made another appearance, but not with you–he was talking in low tones with another man (you didn't mind that they were mostly men; seemingly just because it never occurred to you that they might be connected) who had black hair, like the other woman, and pale white skin. The palest you'd seen in a long time. However, at that moment, he had looked up and seen you staring, only for you to catch scars at the ends of his mouth. You crossed it down to makeup or a deformity of some kind. Through all this, you were atleast grateful you didn't see the tall being again.

And everything carried on. Until it didn't. Blood stained the carpet black and the screams were too loud to ever fade away, seeming to shake the walls. You had tried to run from it, from them, but you tripled in a hallway and couldn't even get up because of your many glasses of alcohol. Struggling was futile and someone easily pulled you back.

With horror you realised it was one of the men from before; you recognised the scruffy brown hair and occasional movements. He held you there, between life and death a moment more, a moment where all the men you'd seen that night, and the woman, came around the corner. Their voices were distorted to your damaged ears but your eyes focused on the tall being; he was real, and black and white, with hands that weren't normal and a nose that was even less so. They're all abnormal, your consciousness whispered to you, and you believed it. The man on top of you grinned, happy that he had caught you. Your stomach turned.

"Bring them to the Mansion," a voice ring out in your head. Your 'companions' seemed to hear it too. "And bring them alive."

As you can see I've never written anythin in my life so this is shit lmfao but I don't care an im just here to brainstorm anyways

Have my little scene, take it, because it was fun to do. It's not spellchecked, I've not read through it, because I can't be bothered, so if anythin is wrong laugh and move on brother. Also tryin to write without cuttin off the g from my words and shortenin them was so hard so halfway through I didn't bother lmao

I think this is my longest message yet so, sorry about that Red

Cheers if you actually made it this far.

–Kieran.

I agree. Leafs is better. SHEEPS- thats the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I love it.

Y/n is a stereotype in itself so I agree, it’s usually ya know, the whole “im different” kind of chick who can do everything and anything (basically bella from twilight), when in reality the reader is human and humans have imperfections. Lots of ‘m …LJ is my fav for a lot of reasons, at this point he’s a comfort to me. Plus, I (oml) relate to him so much, and I can do a post about this- if someone cares or asks. And I have similar traumaaa

Oh geez, I’m your favorite online human, AGH my heart, again, its burning. I agree, RIVALS TO LOVERS SOUNDS SO SOSOSOOSO GOOD I LOVE IT. (I would say my fav trope is “lovers who ache to be together but due to circumstance one starts to lose feeling for the other and it’s an agonizing pain to the other” or maybe that’s just me because I find completion in sadness, which is horrific. But I really itch to angst.)

Here’s me reading your scene and also talking about it at the same time. ‘Regret never came because the wine chased it away’…that’s a good line, thats a good line. The way you just take one thing and mash it with another aspect like wow. Like as each idea were droplets of water on a leafs and you happen to tilt it, connecting them so effortlessly. I’m jealous. The descriptions are amazing, and how you make it the reader’s thought process-damn. I WANNA WRITE THIS GOOD, YALL OUTSHINE ME. And then you say this was shit. *slaps you* DONT YOU DARE UNDESESTIMATE YOURSELF MISTER

Also the way you just subconsciously cut off the g’s is spectacular. I try to, but it’s hard for me. SORRY? SORRY?! Nononono thank you, because the longer the message the better. Apart from the fact that long messages make me happy, especially from you, it means you put time into talking to me! Which makes me super happy too. Heheheh. Thank you love! This made my morning, along with that drawing submission from cam anon, you should check it out! It’s really good.

[eugenesmorphine]

Hiya! can i get a speirs imagine, and like the girl is just a straight laced, i iron my skirts every night so they're like crisp in the morning kinda thing, and it's like post war, and he's just like not a mess, but like he's definitely a mess. idk. take literally any creative liberties lol.

Pleated Skirt And White Ribbon // Ronald Speirs Imagine

AN: I loved this request so much! I tried my best to make it what was wished for it. I hope you enjoy it.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @hihosilvers @floydtab

Words: 2,453

There he lay, in a knot of blankets and sheets as his sleeping body tossed and turned. Sweat dripped down his forehead as shined off the rest of his body. His brown hair sticking to his soaked forehead. Small grunts and low whines escaped his lips as the horrors of the war he had just left replayed throughout his mind. His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them tight enough that it created small tears in the fabric. 

  Ronald's eyes shot open as he let out a loud and exasperated gasp. His body lurched upwards as his chest heaved. Sweat slowly dripping down his bare and now exposed skin. He ran a hand through his sopping hair and tried to regulate his breathing. 

  Ronald Speirs wasn't one for letting his emotions show. Well, besides anger and his threat of authority. Especially back in the war. He was a legend among every man in the Army Paratroopers. He was terrifying none the least. Rumors had gone around the companies about how he murdered a group of German soldiers that had surrendered themselves over to them. Offering them each a cigarette and lighting them for them. Just to go off into a shooting spree and killing at least twenty of them. Or was it forty? Hell, nobody really knew if it was true or not. There had been rumors that he shot some sergeant, or was he a private. Though, the truth was that Ronald was a ruthless man. He was mean, tough, and wasn't afraid of dying. He had beaten a Replacement nearly to death with the rest of Easy Company after the Replacement had shot an NCO.  

  Now here the Veteran was. Lying in his bed, in a pool of sweat, tears welled in his eyes after another night of being awoken from all the things he put himself through throughout the war. Ronald's eyes darted to the small clock that rested on his nightstand within his small room. It was just big enough for him. Which he didn't mind. It wasn't like he had anyone to share it with.

  The clock read '5:43 AM' . Ronald sighed heavily as he threw the already sprawled blankets and sheets to the side. Throwing his legs to one side of the mattress, planting his hands at either side of him. His head hanging low as his breathing was now at a normal pace. Only a few droplets of sweat now dropped onto the hardwood floor that his feet rested on. 'Might as well start the day, Right?' he thought to himself as his pushed himself up to stand. The cold air that came in through his his slightly cracked window, sending a shiver down his spine. Ronald closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts, and opening them. Going over to his dresser and digging out a pair of pants and a shirt. Pulling the pants over his long legs and over his boxers. Pulling the shirt over his head and pushing his arms through the holes. With another heavy sigh he ran his hands over his face and through his knotted hair. Walking to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. Placing his hands on the rim of the bathroom sink, resting his weight down on it as he stared into the mirror. 

  Deep purple bags rested beneath his eyes. Ronald's eyes a light red from both not sleeping and the common acts of crying. He just huffed and pushed himself off the sick. Turning around to exit and walk into the main area of his home. His lips pressed together tightly as he walked over to the front door. Grabbing his jacket and slipping it over his arms. His eyes went up to the clock that hung up on a wall. The time now was 6:57. The sun was already almost completely up by now. Ron went and slipped on his shoes. Deciding that maybe a cup of coffee at a local diner would cheer him up and help him wake up for the day.

  As he walked out of his house and shut the door behind him, he let the cool morning air hit him. Rushing over his body. Ronald inhaled the fresh air deeply, letting it flow around within his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling it back into the air. He immediately felt his tense muscles loosen. He looked forward down the sidewalk and took one more deep breath and shoving his permanent scarred and calloused hands  deep into his jacket pockets. Making his way down the pavement, keeping his gaze slightly down and avoiding everyone's view.

///

  The small bell attached to the top of the diner's main door chimed as Ronald pushed it open with one hand. A waitress turned and looked at him, a warm smile on her lips. Her red lipstick popping as she immediately pulled out a small notepad and pen when seeing Ronald's appearance. She brought him over to a small booth that was open. He ordered a cup of straight black coffee and the waitress darted into the kitchen. Leaving Ronald to sit alone, fiddling his thumbs as he waited in silence. 

  His mind had been raising as he just staring off at the table he was sitting at. That was until the diner's door chimed once more. Snagging his attention and his eyes darted upwards. His gaze landing on a woman with a light pink dress. It was sleeveless and the hems were lace. The skirt obviously ironed neatly. Her hair was pulled back with a white ribbon tied into a bow. A white headband to push her bangs back. Pink lipstick on her lips and rosy cheeks on her S/C skin. A smile on her lips as she spoke with another waitress. Ronald's eyes were glued to her. So much so that he didn't realize his waitress place his mug of coffee.

  "She's a doll, ain't she?" asked the Waitress. A small smile on her face as Ronald awkwardly coughed, knowing he was caught staring. Warmth came to his cheeks as he smoothed down his hair, grabbing his hot mug of coffee and holding it between his palms. 

  "Yeah, sure," he mumbled, looking out the window. The kind waitress lady chuckled as she turned around.

  "Her name is Y/N L/N, let me know if you want anything else Hun," her voice was smooth as she walked back into the kitchen. Ronald's eyes traveled back up to the young woman. She looked so neat and proper. She went and sat down in a booth in front of Ronald. Facing him, she looked up catching his eye. Y/N smiled at him, making Ronald's focus quickly going to whatever was going on outside the window. His cheeks now gaining a darker tint of red. 

  Ronald definitely changed when he got back to the states. He wasn't as dark or mysterious or mean, now he was kind of quiet. Still keeping the thousand yard stare that could kill, but now he was just by himself. He kind if kept in touch with his old fellow officers, but it wasn't a lot. He wasn't okay in the most part. But, he wasn't the type of man to talk about his nightmares and issues. I mean hell, he was Ronald Speirs, he was supposed to be terrifying and tough. Not broken and as mentally drained as he was. 

  Y/N studied him closely. She had heard about Speirs, it was a small town after all. And of course, he was a war hero. Word travels fast. She worked with War Veterans before, she knew how much they went through after the Wars. Her father had served in the first World War, she knew that when he left and when he got back, he wasn't the same. And he never was the same. So seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the bloodshot redness in the whites of his eyes, she knew what was up. Y/N knew that maybe she could talk to him. Plus, she thought he was kind of cute.

  She stood and walked over to the table, standing there for a second. Seeing if the man would notice her presence. But, when he didn't she licked her lip and put her hands behind her back. "Hey, is this seat taken?" she asked sweetly. 

  Ronald's head turned around quickly to look up at the woman. A toothy grin was being shined down onto him. He swallowed  as his mind darted in search for words. He was stuck like a teenage boy drooling over a crush. Ronald was wrong. He was a mess.

  "Oh, yeah. I mean no. You can sit there," he stumbled as he looked away. Mentally cursing at himself on how he was acting so foolish. Y/N sat down and placed her elbows on the table, resting her head on her palms. Fingers cupping her cheeks. A smile still on her lips. Ronald sat there awkwardly, it had been a long time since he had last flirted or really had a conversation with a pretty woman. And a woman like Y/N was so much different compared to him right of the bat. Politer, pristine, neat. Almost like a goddamn princess. Whilst Ronald was rough Paratrooper in Europe just months ago. He was used to the grunt life style. In fact, he kind of liked it. He stole, he was rude and coarse most of the time. And usually he just wore whatever he was comfortable with. Ron had lost most of his confidence after the war, he just wasn't the man he was during the war. He was lost. And now with this beautiful woman asking to sit with him, and he had no idea on what to say or do, he was realizing the truth of it.

  "So you're the infamous Ronald Speirs? I've heard a lot about you," she spoke as she Waistress came with a steaming cup of tea and place it in front of her. Giving Ronald a cheeky wink before turning and walking away. Y/N reached for her cup and lifted it to her mouth. She even rose her pinkie when she took a sip! Ron thought they only did that in movies! Though, he looked at her confused. What had she heard about him, he didn't know anything was going around about him. She noticed the confused look on his features and places her tea cup down softly.

  "The entire town knows about you, your a war Veteran! It's a small town Mr. Speirs, word gets around," she smiled as Ron just nodded, his lips pressed into a think line. She  extended her hand towards him. "I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you."

  Ron looked at her hand and took it within his. Her hands felt so soft against his rough and scarred ones. He shook her hand, not really wanting to let go. "Nice to meet you," his words were low but clear. He released her hand and she pulled it back, lightly lying it on the table. He already missed the feeling of her hand in his. Ronald Speirs would never admit it, but he was starved of a woman's touch. Starved of the feeling of love. With him being in war for three years, where all he saw was pure hatred, anger, and death for so long. Day after day. He forgot what it was like. But he yearned for it. And once he laid his eyes on this.. this princess of a woman, a strange and unique feeling exploded into his chest.

  For a few about a minute or so, they sat in silence. It was quite the awkward experience. Y/N felt that maybe he didn't wish for her to stay or to talk to her. 'Well it was worth a try,' she thought as she finished her last sip of tea. "I guess I should be going, it was nice to meet you Mr. Ronald Speirs. I apologize if I intruded in anyway," her words had a hint of disappointment and sadness as she began to stand up. Ronald's head darted up. Feeling bad after hearing her tone of voice. And there was no way in God's green Earth that he would pass up the oppurtunity that he had at this moment, with this perfect woman. He quickly reached for Y/N's wrist, his fingers wrapping around it. 

  Y/N's focus went down to the hand that grabbed at her wrist. Her eyes followed the wrist and arm to Ronald. Whose eyes were big and practically screamed out how much he wanted her to stay. "No, I'm sorry. It's just.. just.. Jesus Christ why is it so hard for me to just speak to you! You're just really pretty, and so nice, and so different than me. I'm so used to people being scared of me and I'm so tired and... and lost. I'm a mess, but I'm not. Ugh. I got this feeling when I first saw you walk in, I don't know what it was so different, and I don't think I ever felt it before. And I just.. I want to get to know you. And I don't want to be alone, so please stay," his cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Never really having to voice his emotions like he did just then. If any men from Easy saw him like this. So vulnerable, so weak, almost broken. They probably wouldn't even think it was the same man that they heard murderous rumors about and ultimately feared.

  Y/N smiled down at him, feeling the rush of heat go to her face and ears. Ron pulled his hand off her wrist and pealed it back and placed it on the table. His lips pressed into a thin line as his leg bounced up in down from the anxiety that flowed through his veins. The little lady sat down and reached for the man's hand. Ronald's body was now shaky slightly as he just did something he never really had down before. He was hesitant when her hand interlocked with his. Just thirty minutes ago they were strangers. Now they were this. This woman had to been a princess from a storybook come to life. There was no way she wasn't. He sheepishly looked up at her, some of his brown locks falling in front of his eyes.

   "Alright Ronald,you handsome devil, I'll stay. Tell me a bit about yourself," She was so filled with life, joy, and just straight sunshine. Ronald's ends of his lips quirked up into a small smile as he realized that maybe coming to get a cup of coffee this morning did actually fix him after all

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Here we go lol. Reader is med dependent for her major depression but has the worst memory when it comes to taking it every day. She frequently dips in her depressive states and gets all.. down on herself inter alia and it pissed off those close to her (insert ramigo here) included. Maybe they're dating, maybe they're not. Maybe they're married, idk lol. But there's arguing but it's like the "I just want you to be okay" "I'm not doing it on purpose" kind of arguing. Etc etc. Good luck lolol. ❤️

I just … can’t see anyone other than our Elli for this one. I sort of wrote something short about this a million years ago, so as an added bonus, here’s Comfort. 

Warnings: Depression talk, reference to depression meds, a little bit about eating, too

* * * * *

Elliot needed time to think, time to prepare. If you were still in bed or even on the couch when he got home, he knew he had to say something even if it meant evoking your ire.

He hated confrontation, especially with you. So, Elliot rehearsed what he was going to say the entire train ride home. It wasn’t that he didn’t like talking to you—he loved you for fuck’s sake, but sometimes you were just so difficult.

Elliot’s eyes flicked to the map and made his way to the door as the train came to a halt. As he stepped out, he had a crazy thought.

Maybe all this thinking is for nothing. Maybe she’ll be okay today.

Elliot’s keys seemed to click obscenely in the lock to your shared apartment, and he could have sworn the door creaked menacingly as he opened it and thought, just for a moment, that he smelled something cooking.

But the kitchen was dark.

So was the living room.

And so was the home office where you worked.

Elliot sighed as he shrugged out of his backpack and set it down in the office, once more mentally preparing himself for the very real conversation he needed to have with you.

Depression wasn’t a foreign concept to Elliot. You helped him heal from a trauma most people can’t imagine, and while he considered himself closer to happy than he had ever been, there were still days when he felt himself slipping into that dark place.

Elliot likened it to living in a glass house; for bursts of time, the house’s panes are so clear and so thin that you can see and hear everything—you can feel the warmth from the sun on your skin, you can smile and laugh with the people outside of your house, you can watch them, feel close to them, and you can almost feel normal even though you know you’re still separated from everything outside of that house.  

But on the bad days, the windows of your house are all fogged up and the glass has grown thick and distorted. Instead of feeling the warmth of the sun, you can only see a blur of light; instead of watching the people outside, you can’t see them or hear them; instead of feeling close to normal, you feel like you’re inexhaustibly alone. You just circle your glass house, pacing and pacing, until one day, the windows aren’t so fogged up anymore and the cycle continues.

Elliot knew you were lost in your glass house, pacing the corridors and looking for a way out, but unwilling or unable to help yourself. He hated to do it, but before he went into the bedroom, he stopped in the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.

Carefully, he counted the pills inside the bottle and did some quick math. Frowning, he slipped the pills in his pants’ pocket and walked out to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He needed to shift his dialogue, so he rehearsed what he was going to say as he filled the glass and then made his way back down the hall.

Pushing open the door, Elliot blinked into the darkness and waited for his eyes to adjust now that there was light streaming in from the hallway. You still hadn’t moved, so he walked over to your side of the bed and placed the water glass on your nightstand. His fingers fumbled as he looked for the lamp’s switch, and when it clicked on, he squinted into the light.

You were facing away from him, so Elliot sat down on the bed and prodded at the lump of covers.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice cracking a little so he cleared his throat.

You rolled over, squinting at the light of the lamp, but gave Elliot a soft, quick smile.

“What time is it?”

“After six.”

“Oh.”

You pushed down the covers and ran a hand through your tangled hair before rubbing your eyes, waiting for Elliot to speak. You could feel it. He had something he wanted to say, and you knew it was better to let him just say it.

Maybe he’s finally leaving me for good, you thought.  

Elliot took a deep breath and began. “Y/N. I know you’re feeling really low right now. It hurts to see you like this, and I want to help. If you can’t talk to me, you should talk to someone else.”

“Why don’t you just tell me you’re leaving and get it over with.”

Elliot’s brow furrowed. This was not part of what he had rehearsed.

“I’m not leaving. Why would you think that?”

“Because who the fuck in their right mind would be with someone like me?”

Elliot gave you a pointed look.

“Alright. Well, even you, who isn’t in his right mind. Why the hell do you stay?”

“I love you.”

With a huff, you rolled back over and faced away from him.

“You haven’t been taking your meds.”

“So?”

You felt the bed move as Elliot got up. He appeared on his side of the bed and looked down at you, but you hid your face under the comforter.

The bed moved again as Elliot laid down. You felt him touching the top of your head, a whisper of a touch as he tried again.

“How come you’ll set an alarm on your phone to make sure I take my meds, but you won’t set one for yourself?”

That was a good question, and it pissed you off before making you feel even worse.

You peeped out from the comforter, your eyes locked on his before you looked away.

“It’s not like I get like this on purpose.”

“I know.”

“No you don’t.”

“Fine—I don’t. I don’t know anything. You know everything.”

Despite your irritation, more at yourself than at Elliot, a ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “At least you know that.”

“Smartass,” Elliot said as he tugged the comforter lower.

You blinked at him, and that’s when the tears came, unprovoked and uncontrollable. Elliot sighed your name and wrapped you up in his arms, your head tucked under his chin as you cried into the stiff collar of his work shirt.

He didn’t say anything; in fact, he barely even moved. He just held on to you, making sure you knew you had one tiny crack in your fogged up glass house, one tiny crack that still let a little light in.

“I hate this,” you croaked when the tears finally subsided.

“I want to say ‘I know’ but I’m afraid you’ll bite my head off.”

You barked out a laugh, a strangled noise that sounded like a gurgle more than an emission of joy, but it was a laugh.

“I just want to be normal. I want to be happy, El.”

“Will you take your pill now?”

You nodded against his chest, the buttons on his shirt pressing against your cheek before you pulled away and sat up. Elliot pulled the pills from his pocket and handed them to you, sliding slowly out of bed to retrieve the water glass.

You popped the top and shook a pill into your palm, reaching for the glass Elliot held out to you.

“Do you want something to eat?”

You shook your head no.

“Do you want to move out to the couch while I eat? Maybe watch some garbage TV?”

“Burrito me?”

Elliot smiled for the first time that night. He carefully pushed the comforter in around you on all sides and then he pulled you to the edge of the mattress before reaching under your body to pick you up.

“My back is going to break one of these days.”

“Excuse me?” you snapped.

“I’m not getting any younger, I mean,” Elliot said with a light chuckle as he carried you out to the couch. “You know, as much as I rehearse the things I need to say to you, the more I seem to fuck it up.”

“I took my pill?” you offered.

“I’m proud of you.”

You snorted. “It’s so stupid.”

Elliot deposited you on the couch and repeated the earlier motions, tucking you into your blanket.

“It’s not stupid. Not at all.” Elliot paused. “You know, for someone who insists she knows everything . . .”

“Hey!”

Elliot smirked.

“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”

You narrowed your eyes, knowing he was winning today’s battle, and even though you were mad that you couldn’t seem to win it on your own, you could feel a sliver of warmth creeping back into your mind as the crack Elliot had put in the glass of your house grew just a little bit wider.

“Maybe a piece of pizza?”

“Done,” Elliot said as he bent and kissed your forehead.

[whatiswhump]

could you write, like, whumpee that's been in solitary for a long time and they're finally being visited by someone who they hate and who's violating their personal space but even though they hate this person they really don't want to be left alone

Whumpee had told himself that he had chosen to stop counting the days but sometimes he wasn’t so sure, the medications they dosed him with twice a day made it hard to concentrate and stay awake or really do much of anything so he wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure if he was awake or asleep. But he did know it had been a long long time.

-

He looked through the small window of the door to see Whumpee crumpled in the corner of the small padded room. The only other thing in there was a built-in bed with no sheets or pillow.

“He’s coming down from an episode. He’s been doing better the last few days but if we let him out too early he may relapse from the stress and overstimulation. I trust that you understand how to handle him?”

He had to tear his gaze from Whumpee staring vacantly and unaware of them outside to look back to the doctor, “Yes, yes. Of course. He’s my best friend after all. The doctors at the last hospital talked me through it.”

“Good, Brian can give you some more tips if you need a refresher, we both know how delicate he can be.” The doctor spoke gruffly like he was more of a retired general running a prison than someone tasked with caring for feeble minds.

“Before you go, can I ask you something? Why does he need the er- straight jacket?”

“It helps with security when he has visitors but also keeps him a bit calmer. We use the jackets in extreme cases such as his.”

The visitor nodded, not wanting to offend the expertise of the formidable man, “Oh yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t expect much from him and just knock on the door for the aid if he becomes agitated.”

The doctor quickly turned and walked down the hallway as if he had much more pressing things to attend to… and in here? Maybe he did, who knew how many patients of the most dangerous classifications were in this hospital. He had been told it was the end of the line for many. It didn’t sound like Whumpee was ever going to leave.

The orderly removed the keyring from his belt and expertly picked one from the fifty others to turn in the lock. When the door opened Whumpee reanimated from his comatose state and turned away to hide his face in the corner.

“Please, I don’t need anymore,” Whumpee begged in a small voice.

Was he referring to the medication?

The orderly spoke for the first time, “You have a visitor. Are you going to behave and talk with him?”

Whumpee very slowly turned from his uncomfortable-looking contortion in the corner. First, he looked at the visitor’s shoes and then made his way upwards to meet his eyes.

Whumpee’s own eyes, bloodshot and tired, grew wide in surprise and perhaps a few other emotions. He nodded in response to the orderly without taking his gaze away from the visitor.

“Good boy,” The orderly said and moved to close the door behind him, just before it shut he said, “I’ll be right out here if you need me,” To which one of them would be needing him, they couldn’t be sure.

Once they were alone, Whumpee cleared his throat and managed, “What are you doing here?”

The visitor smiled slightly, “Just wanted to check up on you. They told me you are improving?”

Whumpee shuddered almost imperceptibly.

Without a response, the visitor pressed on, “Nice digs you’ve got, huh? Plush,” he felt the wall and let the padding compress under his palm, “And sterile… better than a hotel I’d say.”

Now whumpee’s cheeks were burning, he was all too aware that he was only wearing a medical gown and straight jacket.

“Why did they let you in? I’m not allowed to have normal visitors.”

“I’m not normal. I’m here on official business. I’m not your usual lawyer at the firm but I volunteered to come down and get a few pieces of information for our files.”

“What is there that you don’t already know?” Whumpee retorted with a little more venom in his voice.

His visitor sighed comfortably and crouched to his haunches to be at eye level with Whumpee, “You’re right. But like I said I just wanted to see you. You’re my best friend after all.”

Whumpee tried to draw his own knees in closer, “We haven’t been friends in a very long time.”

The visitor feigned offense, “You’re still hung up about it?”

“The ‘It’ you’re referring to being taking advantage of my mental illness to frame me for first-degree murder? Yes. Surprisingly enough I am.”

“I think you need to let go of that. There’s nothing to be done about it now. And is anyone else visiting you? I don’t think so.”

Something flickered in the whumpee’s eyes. He wasn’t wrong. This was the first time someone had come to see him let alone speak to him normally about something other than the state of his fractured mind in how long… months? 

He was so so lonely. Sometimes he was so lonely it felt like his chest would tighten and tighten until it caved in. He was waiting any day for it.

“I’m being honest, I miss you Whumpee. It’s not the same without you around.” His visitor lowered himself to the ground and casually draped his hands over his knees.

And for a moment he looked like when they were kids and they would sit in their fort in the woods behind their houses, faces honest and sincere and maybe a little bit dirty from the day’s escapades in the creek. All that he had done faded away as he sat there like that.

In spite of himself, Whumpee croaked quietly, “I miss you too.”

Something passed over the visitor’s face but it was quickly covered as he grinned slightly and spoke again, “Last week I drove by the old tackle shop you used to steal ice cream bars from while I was buying a 99 cent pack of worms. That old man is probably still keeping an eye out for us.”

He laughed a little and Whumpee couldn’t help but join for a moment, buoyed by a reminder of a happier time outside of this place. It had been so long since he had spoken to someone that knew him before he was locked away here. Recalling something so simple as a run down bait shop with a curmudgeonly old man brought warmth like sunshine to his body. He couldn’t describe exactly what the sensation was but he wanted to cling to it and sink his claws in, keep it hidden for himself.

“And the ice cream sandwiches weren’t even worth it. They all had freezer burns,” He added.

His visitor laughed a bit more, “We were doing him a favor taking those off his hands.”

The visitor kept talking a little longer, remembering this or that until at last in a lag in the conversation he sighed gently and moved to stand up, “Well, I should be going. I’ve got a deposition I should be prepping for.”

Whumpee’s face fell. That’s right. He needs to leave this cage and return to the real world. A reminder that he had put him in here in the first place. A tinge of bitterness returned. 

But yet when his visitor said he would try to come back soon, a little part of him warmed again, yearning for the contact.

Before he passed back through the padded door the orderly held open for him, he paused looked back at Whumpee for a moment like he wanted to say something else but at last said, “Take care,” and walked out.

Whumpee was surprised when the warmth lingered after the door was closed and he was alone again. Soon they would come in with his next dose and they would hold him roughly as they forced him to swallow. The reality of where he was would return in its grey bleakness and remind him of what his friend did to him but for now, he would cling to the warmth and pretend that people still looked at him as if he were normal.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 28

"It's that doctor. This was all him." I said as we ran.

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

I looked over to Steve but he was concentrating on where we were going.

"I just do. It's all way too coincidental. Everything that happened led to that doctor being alone with James." I explained.

My heart was pounding furiously as we ran around a corner. Steve slowed in front of us at the sight of a body on the floor.

"Help me" a voice croaked.

Steve slowly moved closer. In the next room bodies were all over the place. What the hell happened?

"Help" the voice croaked again.

I stepped around Steve to see the doctor on the floor. A red hot rage filled me instantly.

"Get up" Steve ordered.

Before the guy had a chance I grabbed his shirt jerking him to his feet. I slammed him hard into the wall.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Steve asked harshly from beside me.

The man smiled sinisterly.

"To see an empire fall." He spat.

I didn't even get to retort when Sam was suddenly slammed into the wall next to me. I jumped turning around. Steve tried to subdue Bucky but he swung hard.

"Shit" I breathed out.

I grabbed Sam trying to help him to his feet but he was out cold. The two super soldiers moved into the next room. All thoughts of the doctor flew out of my mind as I ran to catch up with my friends. When I reached them Bucky threw Steve door the elevator shaft.

"Steve!" I shouted making Bucky turn towards me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him harshly.

"Stay out of my way doll." He snapped.

He wasn't Bucky. The look in his eyes was the same one as the first time Steve and I had seen him as the Winter Soldier. Somehow the switch got flipped again.

I chased after him. I couldn't let him disappear again. He didn't know what he was doing. He needed help.

I got down into the main lobby to find James in the middle of fighting several agents. None of them stood a chance against him.

"James!" I shouted trying to get his attention.

I ran towards him just as Tony came around the corner. A sonic wave hit me making me crumbled to my knees. My ears rang from it. I covered my eyes as a bright flash filled the room. When I could see and hear again Bucky had both Sharon and Nat on him. He knocked Sharon off then grabbed Nat by the throat. He slammed her on top a table.

"You could at least recognize me." Nat said through clenched teeth.

I stumbled to my feet as T'Challa jumped out kicking Bucky in the chest. I checked on Nat quickly as the two men started to fight. She was panting from lack of oxygen but otherwise okay.

Bucky knocked off T'Challa then ran up the stairs. I moved to follow him but someone grabbed my wrist pulling me back.

"You can't help him." Tony said sharply.

"I have to try." I said softly.

Tony tightened his hold on my wrist but I could still get out of it. I ripped my hand away from him. Bucky was no longer on the stairs. I turned and ran as quickly as I could. I followed my instincts running out the side door. A few feet in front of me James was running full speed. He shoved open a heavy metal door that led to a helicopter pad. He ripped something off the door of the helicopter then opened the door. I hurried to the other side doing the same and climbing inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" James asked harshly.

"If you're leaving then so am I." I told him.

"Are you out of your mind?" He glared at me.

"Better get going before we get caught again." I stated simply.

He growled but did as I said. He started flipping switches making the copter roar to life.

"I don't understand what you're doing." He said as he started to lift us off the pad.

"I've lost you too many times already. I'll be damned if I let it happen again." I said sternly.

The metal door leading to the pad flew open as Steve ran out. His eyes locked with both mine and Bucky's. He ran full speed then jumped grabbing hold of the helicopter. With his insane strength he kept us from getting too far. When Bucky tried to get him off Steve grabbed a hold of the edge of the pad.

"He can't seriously being doing this." I said in disbelief.

Bucky tried to make him let go but ended up crashing us into the pad.

"Shit! Hold on doll!" James shouted as we went down.

I closed my eyes for only a second. When I opened them we were falling into the water. I looked over to James to see blood trickling down the window his head was laying against.

"Jamie!" I shouted right before my head went under water.

I had to kick at my door a few times to get it open. When I got to Jamie's side Steve was already there ripping the door open. I helped him pull him out then drag him up to the surface. I gasped for air as soon as I could.

"Have you lost your mind?" Steve shouted at me as we swam to the shore.

I knew he was mad but he was scared more than anything. He could have just lost both his best friends in one moment. All I had selfishly thought about was James and how I couldn't loose him again.

"You scared the absolute hell out of me Willow." He chided as we drug James out of the water.

"I'm sorry" I said softly.

I fell to my knees next to Jamie. His chest was rising and falling normally which eased my worries a bit.

"What if you got killed? Did you even stop to think about me or Sam? What would we do without you?" Steve asked as he kneeled beside me.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked down at James.

"I couldn't risk loosing him again." I choked out.

Steve's arms were instantly around me. I cried harder the instant my head was against his chest.

"Cap!" Sam's voice brought me back to reality.

I quickly sat up wiping my eyes. I wasn't sure I could explain to Sam why I was crying. Steve knew me well enough to know why. I was overwhelmed. Too much going on around me and in my head.

"He still breathing?" Sam asked coming to a stop in front of us.

"That's not funny." I grumbled.

I didn't give Steve a chance to do anything. I bent down picking up Bucky's unconscious body. I positioned him over my shoulders so I held one arm and one leg to keep him in place.

"Willow I can carry him." Steve chided.

"So can I." I said simply.

Steve sighed but nodded. He knew I wasn't going to let him take James from me. I followed behind the two men towards our "getaway car". I chuckled to myself at the sight of the small dark blue beetle. Sam opened the door then moved up the seat so I could sit James in the back seat. I climbed in to sit next to him. The car ride was silent but the air was tense. I knew both men wanted to say something. Most likely two completely different things.

Steve pulled the car into an old run down warehouse. I pulled James out then carried him to the other side of the room where I gently sat him against the wall.

"Sam, give me a hand." Steve said.

I watched as Steve raised up part of an old wench then nodded for Sam to do something. I stepped forward when Sam grabbed Bucky's metal arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned harshly.

"When he wakes up he could still be the Winter Soldier. It's just a safety precaution." Steve told me.

I scoffed turning away as Steve tightened it down on his friend's arm. When he was done he excused himself out of the room.

"Care to explain why you ran off like that?" Sam asked quietly.

"I didn't want us to loose track of him again." I told him.

He sighed.

"Will, you promised to be honest with me." He said in exasperation.

"How can I be honest if I don't know what the hell is going on myself?" I asked a bit harsher than I meant to.

"What does that mean?" Sam questioned.

I was the one to sigh this time.

"Ever since we found him things have started to change. The more I talk to him. The longer I'm near him I can feel every emotion I use to have coming back to the surface. They're not just memories anymore." I explained softly.

I felt so bad. I didn't understand it at first. I thought I was just caring about him more because I could remember him. In reality, every second around him brought me closer to loving him again. I didn't want to hurt Sam. He was a great guy and he'd been there for me through so much since we met but I can't stop these feelings from resurfacing.

"You're falling in love with him again aren't you?" Sam asked.

"I don't know if you'd call it falling." I muttered.

"Willow" Sam huffed.

I walked over to Sam then leaned my head against his chest. His arms wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top my head.

"Just give me some time to figure out exactly what I'm feeling. Please." I spoke into his chest.

I stepped back not paying much attention to the groaning behind me. Sam grabbed each side of my face then kissed me softly. Another groan behind me made Sam and I both turned around to see James awake and watching us with a look of either pain or disgust.

—

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 111) "This Isn't My Fault"

@crystalbaby12 @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @5sosfam1dlover @rosefilledhearts-blog

On his way upstairs Colson realizes he's much more wasted than he had thought. Stumbling behind Luna, he bangs into the bedroom door as they enter. Throwing himself onto the bed, he let's out an intoxicated groan before rolling over and extending his arms out for Luna to join him.

"Hi." Colson beams while wrapping his long arms around her once she's on the bed with him.

"Hi." She sighs out as a satisfied smile settles on her face.

Being tucked inside Colson's hold is the only thing Luna's wanted all day. Slipping one of his large hands around her face, he holds her in place with his other. Dipping down, he kisses her wanting mouth.

"You have to fucking tell him." Luna's mind starts to nag her as Colson distracts her body. "But do I really though? All it's gonna do is start a bullshit ass argument... And for what?" Luna continues making out with Colson until the consistent mental screams of "TELL HIM!!!" become too much to bare.

"I'm sorry..." Luna breaks away from him with a shameful look.

"For what? You're home." Colson drunkenly shakes his head while trying to pull her back in for another deep kiss.

"No... I know but that's not what I mean. He kissed me again. Which I STOPPED.... But... I kissed him GoodBye before I left." Luna admits as she adamantly pushes Colson away from her and sits up.

Looking deep into her oceanic eyes, he knows she's serious when he sees the ring around her iris's begin to blaze. As he watches them light up, the dangerous yellow flames rage wildly inside their blue home. For the first time, her beautiful eyes scare the shit out of him. His heart sinks before hitting full throttle as he processes what she just said.

"Calm it down, Kells." He tries to control himself mentally but alcohol and other substances are clouding his brain.

"YOU FUCKING WHAT!?!" Colson barks as he flies up into a sitting position too.

"It's not what you think..." Luna starts as she sits up onto her knees.

"What I think is that you be out here kissen' MOTHERFUCKERS all willy nilly!" He shouts at her. "What the fuck would you do if I told you some shit like that?" He asks as his jaw clenches and he jerks his head at her.

"You're acting like I fucked him." She argues even though she knows he's right.

"I swear to fucking Christ, LUNA!!" Colson is shouting at her again as he jumps off of the bed. "Don't fuck with me." He warns while pacing. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go down there in the first fucking place." He mutters a bit too loudly. "How you gonna act like kissing someone isn't a big fucking deal?" He balks at her as he whips around on his unsteady feet.

"LET ME?" Luna howls with laughter at Colson's ridiculous words. "Oh, Sweetie, I know you're tore up, but you're not fucking stupid." She continues to laugh at him as she shakes her head. "You don't LET ME do shit. I do what I want.... And... what are we... In sixth fucking grade? I kissed him GoodBye. You're the fucking Master of Cheating, so don't come at me about some dumbass kiss shit." She scoffs as she rolls her eyes, standing up also she unbuttons her pants and begins to undress.

"If I'm The fucking Master... You're The GOD DAMN Wizard." Colson snarls at her after taking a huge step towards her. "I never cheated on someone for a year while fucking living with them." He breathes into her face, his angry tone laced with the familiar smell of Jamison.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Luna stops undressing as she asks him, mouth hanging wide in shock while her shirt dangles in her hand.

"That YOU, Miss High and Fucking Mighty are The Wizard of Cheating." He cocks his head to the side as his eyes shoot daggers through her soul.

"Okay..." Luna says in a low, calm tone as she begins to look around for her clothes, not realizing her shirt is still in her clutched hand. "I want you to go back downstairs to Phem and all the other bitches that were hanging on you when I walked in." She tells him as her heart pounds into her ribcage

"What the fuck? What? No. This is my fucking room. I'm not going anywhere." Colson cuts back, confused by her logic.

"Fine." Luna shrugs as she stops looking around and pops her unknowingly free hand on her hip. "I'll leave."

"Fucking WHAT? You can't just leave." Colson shakes his head as he scrunches his face up at her.

"Watch this Wizard do what THE FUCK SHE WANTS." Luna snarks as she realizes her shirt is in her hand.

"You're a fucking idiot." She scolds herself for a multitude of reasons. Luna HATES fighting with Colson. Whether he's right or not though... There is no one, no system, nor no dick that will ever control Luna. In any manner.

"You're not fucking going anywhere." Colson states.

Before she can pull her shirt on, Colson shoves her back onto the bed with all of his force. Slamming his palms right into her shoulders. It sends her flying so fast that she loses her grip on the shirt in surprise. Jumping on top of her, he traps her body with his straddle as he holds her down with her arms pinned across her chest. Where Luna was once hurt, confused and calm; now she's beyond livid.

"Get the FUCK off me." She growls at Colson as she tries to buck her hips up under his weight.

"No." He replies as he leans down closer towards Luna's face. "You're not going anywhere."

"Colson... I fucking swear..." Her threat is cut off by his aggressive kiss.

Holding her firmly in place. He presses his body down harder onto her wild hips. He can feel her give in as her tongue begins to dance violently along with his. Pulling away, she grabs his bottom lip between her teeth. Holding him for a sweetly painful moment.

"You better not let me up as you fuck me cuz Imma lay you out." Luna threatens Colson in a husky voice as he sits up and studies her, keeping her tight in his hold.

"So tighter?" Colson asks with a smirk as he pulls on her arms harder, watching her response.

"Much tighter." Luna challenges him as her shoulder throbs and her pussy lips swell from his authority while their eyes stay locked.

"You gonna run if I take my pants off?" Colson eyes her.

"I don't know..." Luna slightly jerks her head. "Guess that depends on how much I really wanna FUCK you, now doesn't it?" She answers as she cocks her lip and eyebrow at him.

"Keep your arms crossed. If not... Fuck you..." Colson challenges Luna back as he let's go and rises above her.

Standing over top of her body, Colson grabs the ceiling beam to steady himself. Unbuttoning his ripped, red jeans, he pulls them down along with his briefs. Using two hands, he grips the beam tighter as he uses his right foot to wrangle his left leg free. Hoping to not crush the body below him. Stepping from side to side of her, Colson grows more than frustrated as he drunkenly tries to free himself from his leg cages. Luna lays still, trying not to laugh as he wiggles around like a dumbass.

After mentally consoling himself out loud to Luna's amusement, Colson's finally free from his pant chains. Grasping the beam again with all of his might, his drunk ass is swinging around loosely. Leaning down a bit too far, he almost falls on Luna as he drunkenly realizes it's her he was trying not to stomp on. He laughs loudly as he looks down at her, immediately pleased by her still crossed arms while her eyes watch him and lips hold their own small smile. He's so intoxicated he forgets what they're fighting about.

"You're there!" Colson slightly shouts at the sight of her.

"I'm here." Luna replies as she continues to watch him.

"I love you." Colson gazes down happily at her as his body sways back and forth. "Shit... I'm fucked up, Loons..." He laughs. "I think need a minute, Kitten..." He trails as he drops down on the bed beside her and curls his naked body around her.

"I know, Bunny..." Luna coos softly as she let's him settle into her right shoulder.

Stroking his hair, Colson nestles deeper into her chest and arms. Luna starts running her nails along his scalp for a bit before looking around. To her relief there's a full joint in the ashtray and a lighter within reach.

"Thank you Colson and The Ever Loving Weed Gods..." Luna thinks as she exhales a deep hit while still running her nails through his hair. "Well, that was some shit..." She sighs to herself as she looks down at him. "He's gonna be fucking dick tomorrow..." Luna realizes as she puffs on the joint. "I can't believe he said that to me.... See, that's why I don't tell people shit. Judgmental ass fucks." Luna sighs out another deep hit as she looks down at Colson.

Finishing the joint, she slips down into the bed. With his body wrapped around her, she feels a weird anxiety interrupting her normal comfort.

"Fuuuck... I wish I could get to my bag..." Luna's mind moans. Trying to mentally manifest a Xanax, an Ativan... Anything "Fuck... I'd even take a fucking Valium suppository at this point." She slightly starts to bug out under Colson's weight. "Fuck this." She decides.

Holding her breath, Luna slowly shifts and wiggles out from under Colson's naked body. Slipping off the bottom of the bed like a snake, she stands up.

"FUUUUUUUCK." Her brain roars as she tries to survey the room.

Spying her bag, she grabs it. Heading into the bathroom, she opens a window. Digging through her bag, she locates her Newports. Lighting one to steady her mental insanity, she begins to riffle through her bag again. Finding 1,2,3 of her traveling stash, Luna stares at the pill bottles. Lined across the counter are Xanax bars, Percocet 30s and 800mg tablets of Seraquil. As she reaches for all three bottles, she remembers she's in Cleveland and that Casie's home. Opting for a half of a bar instead of her heavy sleeping pill, Luna drops her head under the faucet for a mouth full of water before letting the pharmaceutical miracle fall down her throat. Still staring at the bottles, she finds her joint box in her bag before chopping up a 30. Sitting on the toilet, she let's the familiar drugs swirl around her as they calm her wretched soul.

"You knew he'd be pissed... Yeah, but you also said you wouldn't sidestep him either, sooo...." Luna argues with herself as she puffs on the joint. "I hate this so fucking much...." Her brain whines as she stands up. Looking into the mirror, she drops all expectations and personal beliefs as she stares into her own eyes.

"Who do you REALLY want?" She asks herself out loud as her heart spins like a wheel.

Rolling over every significant name. Colson. Justin. Tommy. Jackson. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Like the carnival game, it hesitates. In her soul, the clicker lingers on Justin's name before flipping over to land solely on Colson's .

Still staring at herself, Luna let's out a gentle sigh of relief. "Thank you...." Her mind kicks out to her surprise. Catching her breath in her soul, Luna studies herself as she takes another hit off the joint.

Annoyed with herself, she shakes her head as she sits back down on the toilet. Allowing her brain to roam, it swirls wildly around her subconscious thoughts and feelings regarding the last three years.

🎼No one//Really knows//How hard//Life was//I try not//To think about it//Now because//I've finally//Found you🎶 Luna's brain sings to Colson.

High and feeling like she's finally capable of laying still, Luna strips off her bra and panties. Slipping back under Colson's dead weight, she settles into him. Letting out a content sigh, she allows herself to let go. Falling into him fully. Forgetting for the moment Life and all it's physical and emotional pain along with their fight from less than 2hrs before.

---------------------------------------------------

Luna wakes up again much earlier than she'd like. These things happen when her soul is unsettled. Colson is knocked, softly snoring as his slim body consumes the bed and Luna like a rock. 

"How the fuck can someone so skinny be so fucking heavy...?" Luna huffs in her mind as she squiggles out from under his clutches.

She rails a perc and burns a joint before heading downstairs to smoke a cigarette. For as much as she bitches about not being able to smoke in public, Luna prefers a smoke free home. Call her a hypocrite... It happens.

Checking her phone outside, she has a text from Opie asking if she's okay. She responds with a Yes before texting Gemma an apology for leaving so abruptly.

"EVERYTHING about yesterday was a fucking shit show." She sighs as she stumps out her Newport.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Inside, downstairs is a wreck. Skipping the living room that holds a snoozing Mod, Phem, Noah, Caroline and Pete, Luna heads to the kitchen.

Standing silently, she stares at the mess. "It's like Oscar the Grouch took a shit in the sink while Roger from American Dad had a full fledged orgy on the countertops." She thinks, slightly impressed with a horrified look on her face. "Fuck me." Luna immediately regrets coming downstairs.

There is not one human in This World that would describe Luna as domestic. Of all the compliments and insults... Cleaning anything would not land on ANY CHART OF HER LIFE. Standing in Colson's kitchen, Luna's at Def Con Five.

It's fucking disgusting. There's random leftover drinks, beers and food. Clothes. People. Trash. Everything. All over the floor. The furniture. The house. Luna carefully steps over it all as she makes a cup of coffee and bops to Modest Mouse. Thankful that she knows that she's up to date on her vaccinations as she makes her way around the destroyed kitchen.

Draining and dropping beer cans, bottles and solo cups into recycling, Luna tosses out whatever rancid food is on the counters. Collecting the dishes that are in her radius, she loads the dishwasher and wipes down the counter.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Luna says out loud as she looks around in disbelief and bewilderment at the kitchen and broom in her hand.

Luna starts to question her whole existence after finding herself sweeping. "YOU are fucking Maleficent NOT Sleeping Beauty!" She yells at herself. "You loooove to sleep though." She quickly responds, always up for a argument inside her own head.

"Looney?" Casie's sleepy voice interupts Luna's mental breakdown.

"Morning, Dill..." Luna answers nonchalantly over the broom before she sweeps the pile into the dust pan. "You and Kev hungry?" She asks spying the alien as she empties the pan into the trash and washes her hands.

"Yeah... " Casie nods.

"What cha guys want? Eggos? Cereal? Bagels? Do you guys even DO bagels?" Luna asks with a hint of smugness while opening the bottom freezer door.

"Kevin thinks we should have eggs and toast. That's easy." Casie answers as a matter of fact.

"Does KEVIN know how to make eggs?" Luna asks as she slightly snakes her head.

"No. Don't you?" Casie answers curtly.

"Nooooo.... What would make you think I know how to make eggs?" Luna answers the ludicrous question with another ludicrous question.

"Cause you're a grown up...?" Casie says as she gives Luna a questionable look.

"But I'm not." Luna laughs at the absurdity of the thought. "Where's your phone?" She asks, trying to get a grip of herself, her life, Casie, Kevin and these fucking eggs. "Nope... Get over here and YouTube that shit." Luna declares as Casie tries to slide back into her seat at the island. "We'll learn together, Dilla." She asserts as Casie comes back over, leaving Kevin safely at the island.

Deciding they need tunes, first and foremost, Luna grabs her own phone. Without consulting Casie, she kicks The White Album on. Dancing around the kitchen the young girl helps Luna find utensils and ingredients as they sing together to Casie's delighted surprise. There's something so pure about knowing a song without knowing you know the song. Watching the moments when Casie's mind figured out that she knew certain ones had made Luna's soul jump in delight.

Standing to the side of the tall, slender girl, the two watch the YouTube video intently as they try to scramble eggs in a pan. Laughing at the instructors accent while trying to be serious.

"She's just like her dad." Luna thinks to herself as they sing Rocky Racoon together while scraping around the pan of eggs.

"He said 2mins.." Casie contests Luna while looking at the pan of their sloppy mess.

"He also used three eggs and we used twelve." Luna laughs. "It's gonna take longer because the quantity is different." She explains.

"So, it's like math?" Casie asks looking up at Luna as she makes the connection.

"Yes!" Luna beams as she continues to help Casie move the eggs around the pan the way The Man on YouTube said.

Luna doesn't cook. Luna doesn't eat scrambled eggs, so she has no fucking idea what's supposed to be happening right now. Convincing Casie to chill and replay the video, she's pretty sure she knows what scrambled eggs are SUPPOSED to look like. In her honest opinion, they're like halfway there.

"I don't think this is working, Looney...." Casie complains as she grows tired of the egg pool and goes to sit with Kevin.

"It's okay, kiddo... Take a break. You wanna do your toast?" Luna asks as she continues to move the lumpy gloop around the pan, feeling confident as she slowly watches it become solid.

"Yeah... You want some?" Casie asks, eager to start a new task as she stands back up.

"Sure..." Luna shrugs as she studies their experiment. "Come're.... I think the eggs are doing their thing." Luna shows Casie as she hands her the spatula and steps aside.

"Just scrunch 'em?" The kid asks.

"Yup. Like this..." Luna answers.

Taking Casie's hand, she shows her how to drag the spatula across the bottom of the pan. Switching directions, she shows her how to do it again while pointing out how the drippy, uncooked eggs fall into their clear path for a reason.

"Why?" Casie asks confused.

"So they can be scrunched and cooked too..." Luna laughs again as she kisses the top of Casie's head, she doesn't really know but it sounds good. "Is our toast ready?" She reminds the younger one.

"Yup. What should we put on it?" Casie asks another question as she pulls the hot bread out by her fingertips.

"We got jelly?" Luna asks as she moves the pound of eggs around the pan, slow and steady, like a turtle... It's what The YouTube Man told her to do.

"What's jelly?" Casie cocks her eye at Luna.

"Fucking MidWest, Man..." Luna snarls with a mental annoyance. "I can understand no lox... Or good bagels but fucking jelly.... Come on man... It's fucking squished fruit juices." Luna stares at the huge pan of eggs that she's been cooking for the last decade. "And I'm gonna be a fucking resident here...." Her brain scoffs at herself. "Oh, shit, they look like real eggs... Holy SHIT, I think I'm making eggs!!" Luna starts to freak out.

"Hey, Case!!" Luna yells excitedly. "Come check this shit out!! WE GOT EGGS!!" Luna shouts at their victory, making all her mental doubts evaporate.

"WE GOT EGGS!!" Casie shouts while high fiving Luna with a wide grin as she looks at their accomplishment.

"What do I do with it now?" Luna asks with genuine concern as she holds onto the pan.

"I don't know... We got toast and jam. Wanna just eat it?" Casie shrugs at Luna.

"Sure..." Luna agrees as she tosses a pot holder on the counter.

Setting the pan down, Luna grabs two forks, salt and pepper. Casie bringing over the toast and butter before locating the JAM. Luna butters both of their toast as they pick bites of their eggs out of the pan beside Kevin.

"This is so gross. Why's it so chunky?" Luna complains as she tries to smear jam on Casie's toast.

"I don't know... But it's delicious... And Kevin likes it." Casie states with a smile a she takes a huge bite out of her slice.

Luna tries not to SideEye Casie as she takes a solid bite from their pan of eggs. She may love the girl and her father but toast is toast and a bagel with smear is fucking heaven. She doesn't even know what jam is. Expect that it's chunky and gross. Fuck Kevin's traitor ass opinion.

"Take a bite." Casie asserts as she thrusts her jam covered toast in Luna's disgusted face.

"Okay..." Luna reluctantly says.

Casie shoves the hard, flavored bread into Luna's mouth before she can fully prepare herself. Chewing with her eyeballs wide, she nods at Casie. Deciding the crunch is nice with the sweetness. It's not a bagel but it's okay.

"Alright... Toast is okay with jam." Luna agrees with Casie. "But bagels are the best." Luna teases her favorite girl with a dozen kisses as she nuzzles into her giggling face. 

Kevin, Luna and Casie continue eating their eggs while they chat and munch on their toast. Talking about school, the latest gossip on Casie's friends, boys, clothes, what they wanna do for their birthdays and how Casie REALLY feels about Luna and Colson getting married.

"Am I getting a sister?" Casie asks bluntly as she stabs her fork into the pan.

"What? Nooooo, Dude... Why? Why do you want a sister so badly?" Luna asks as she watches Casie's reactions closely.

"It doesn't have to be a sister... I just want SOMETHING." Casie answers like Luna knows what she's talking about.

"For why?" Luna asks completely confused and turned off.

"Because with a brother or sister you have a friend forever." Casie answers with a simple shrug. "Who talks." She says, glancing quickly over at Kevin to make sure he didn't hear her.

"Oooh, kill my soul..." Luna mentally moans at the girl's logic, truth and sweetness.

"That's why?" Luna's stares at Colson's daughter while they sit next to each other at the kitchen island.

"Yeah." Casie shrugs as she reaches for more eggs. "And they can do half of my chores too." She says with a nonchalant tone.

"I fucking love you." Luna laughs as she leans over to kiss Casie's head.

After they finish their breakfast, Luna suggests Casie and Kevin watch TV in her room since the rest of the house is still a disaster and littered with bodies. With a full belly, it's an easy decision. Casie's lived this life all her life. Happily retreating into her personal oasis with Kevin in tow after kissing Luna on the cheek.

"Oh!! Will you wash my yellow shirt for today?" Casie stops to ask Luna.

"Didn't you just wear it yesterday?" Luna questions her.

"Yeah, but it's my favorite shirt." Casie explains.

"Sure... Bring it down. We just made eggs, I'm sure we can figure out the washer." Luna answers with a shrug.

"Thanks!!" Casie shouts as she drags Kevin up the stairs.

"Kids are so fucking weird..." Luna thinks as she watches her go.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

"Dooon't...." Luna exhales with a cough as she tries to warn Colson from the back door.

She is not in time. Colson takes two steps onto the wet kitchen floor before he finds himself on his back. Luna only pisses him off more when she keeps laughing at the sight of his confused face twisting and arms flailing around as he went down. It was definitely not his most graceful moment and it was fucking hilarious.

"Here, Bunny, lemme help you..." Luna offers out her hand, trying to contain her laughter.

"Fuck you, don't touch me." Colson angrily spews as he gets up from the floor, he may have forgotten why he was mad at her last night but he sure as hell remembers this morning.

"Seriously?" Luna asks gently, using EVERYTHING inside of her to not scream the question at him.

Colson looks around the clean kitchen. Peering at Luna, he decides it must've been her who cleaned it. Pulling one of the large canisters across the counter, he opens it. Staring straight through Luna, he doesn't break eye contact as he picks up the jar of sugar and dumps it all over the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!" Luna can't help but scream now from the mix of anger and shock.

"That shit looks sweet. Wanna kiss it too?" Colson taunts Luna with more than just his words.

"You're a petty fucking cunt." Luna shakes her head at Colson before turning on her heel and disappearing upstairs.

Feeling content with himself, his feelings change when he hears Luna loudly trot down the stairs and out the door. His head is throbbing as he stares at the pile of sugar on the floor.

"I don't think we can call that a win..." Colson sighs to himself as he collects the dust pan. "Damn... I didn't even know I owned a mop..." He thinks as he rubs his sore elbow.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

"You're up early, Buddy..." Pete says as he sees Colson in the kitchen. "Are you fucking cleaning?" He scoffs like they're in a fourth dimension.

"Yeeeahhh.... Loons... Ahhhh... It doesn't matter." Colson sighs. "Get out of my way." He huffs as he reaches for the dish detergent and starts the dishwasher.

"Wanna burn?" Pete asks as he lights a joint.

"Yeah." Colson sighs again as he sits down with him at the kitchen table.

"Where is said LunaTic at anyway?" Pete asks as he passes the bone.

"I don't know... We were fighten' and she walked out. She's probably on her way back to fucking New York for all I know." Colson says with a heavy tone of irritation in his voice.

"What's up with you guys?" Pete asks his bestfriend learily while he accepts the joint back.

"I don't fucking know." Colson coughs out his answer.

"Well, what the fuck were you talking about the other day with that whole Wouldn't Be The First Time shit?" Pete continues to pry as he inhales.

"Fuck. I was hoping he'd forget about that.... She's gonna fucking kill me" Colson slightly panics. There is no way for him to lie to Pete that would be even slightly believable.

"I was just pissed and talken' out of my ass." Colson tries to brush him off.

"Alright. I'll ask Loons myself." Pete shrugs.

"Don't you fucking..." Colson starts to bite back before Pete interupts him.

"YO!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING OVER THERE!?!" He yells in a panic pointing to the dishwasher.

"HOLY SHIT!" Colson screams as he jumps up.

Colson used Dawn. Not a dishwasher tablet. Dawn. Causing the dishwasher to explode with massive amounts of bubbles. Making both tall men run around the kitchen, hollering like idiots.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO!?!" Pete yells at Colson.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" Colson shouts back as the bubble pile grows larger and larger.

"Why the fuck are you... OH!! MY!! GOD!! WHAT DID YOU DO!? WHERE IS LUNA?!!?" Rook begins to scream with the two of them as he enters the kitchen.

Hearing them from outside, Luna comes back in to complete chaos. Pete is crouched down on top of a chair, looking like an overgrown Gollum while still hitting the joint. Colson continues running around aimlessly while he freaks out and Rook is screaming her name as the massive sea of bubbles attempts to consume him whole. She stands in silent horror as she observes the scene.

"Where did you go?! How do we stop this?!" Colson cries out when he sees Luna.

Slipping and sliding, he rushes over to her. Losing his balance on the way, he disappears into the pile of bubbles. Luna can't help but laugh as the memory of him falling earlier flashes through her mind.

"It's not FUCKING funny!!" He yells at her before yanking her down with him.

"I fucking hate you!" Luna shouts as she spits out a mouth full of bubbles and lunges for Colson.

The dishwasher is still pushing out loads of bubbles as the two of them wrestle out their feelings aggressively in the foamy mess. Coming in to put an end to the unbelievable nonsense, Slim slips immediately trying to get to the dishwasher. Pete's still on the chair getting high as Rook slowly disappears.

"Guys..." Casie stops in her tracks when she sees the state of the kitchen.

"GET KEVIN THE HELL OUTTA HERE!! HE CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!" Pete shrieks at the girl in sheer terror as he cups the joint.

Casie doesn't move. Just stands there watching with Kevin as Noah, Mod, Caroline and Phem join her. Rook can't be seen anymore as he screams for someone to STOP THE FUCKING BUBBLES. Luna and Colson are still rolling around on the floor slap boxing each other as Slim army crawls to safety. All the chaos stops when Benny, the only actual human being amongst them, calmly makes his way over to their enemy by gripping the walls, cabinets and appliances. Finally shutting the dishwasher off.

The room is overfilled with bubbles. Rook is legit lost. Pete is stuck on the chair. Slim wants to know What The Fuck happened as everyone else puts their two sense in. Benny's busy looking for Rook while Casie and Kevin walk away from the "adult's" bullshit. Meanwhile, Colson and Luna can be found somewhere on the floor together.

"This isn't my fault." Colson begins to protest at the sticky nonsense surrounding them.

"I don't even wanna fucking know." Luna sighs out with a laugh.

"I'm still mad at you." He tells her lowly as he leans over for a kiss.

"I know." She replies softly, kissing him back as they lay tangled in each other amongst the huge mess.

It's not even Noon and Colson has a baseball game later. If yesterday was a Shit Show, today is already shaping up to be amazing.

---------------------------------------------------

To be continued...

[liljungie]

Pawn To Rescue | 3

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.23k

A/N : please tell me what you think of this story so far, it helps a lot!

Masterlist | part one | part two | part three [you're here]

.                                         .                                       .

When The sound of the alarms broke throughout the cells, every door was opened nothing was locked anymore. Z stood confused as she saw her siblings flee from their cells and run out, some were attacking the guards some ran without looking back. She stepped outside her cell to see the hallway that was flooded with patients a minute ago empty then she heard it...

The loud booming footsteps that were making their way towards her, Titan X; The guard they programmed to guard them. was now switched to kill them if they escaped. She knew that the building was shutting down. The lab was built on a program that if something gets out of the building weather it was important data, serum...anything at all. The lab will enable self destruction mode. What was happening right now was just step 1 out of 4. First the alarms go off. Then lockdown. then the self destruction countdown begins. The four step is the final; everything goes up in flames.

So they knew They couldn't stay here. They had to run away so they escape.Although they were most of the time locked up. They still knew how this place operated and knew the exists and knew everything that could possibly help them escape. They dreamed of this day. Where they're free. Where they're finally going to be people again...not patients that mad scientists experiment on and use. Where they're not pawns anymore.

The Titan took a long stride two more steps and his front would be pressed against her back. Two more steps and she'll be torn apart by him therefore her powers were no match to his. Not that she feels her powers anymore; thanks to the pill they religiously make them take. Not only it knocks their conscience out for awhile but also their powers. The pill suppresses it. contains it. So the patients don't use their power against them; anyone who works here.They thought it all out. Which made Z and every patient here...weak, eventhough they're the upper hand.

Before the Titan lunged at her she ran with all her might. The west exit was the closest one to her she hoped she'd lose him on the way there. And that the army soldiers haven't arrived yet to turn off the destruction mode the lab state was currently in. She looks back at the titan that was hot on her trail still, she yelps with fear suddenly bumping into someone.

she looked up to see her brother, patient B or as she and the others call him; Blaze. He smiled when he saw her. grateful that she is alive in this choas. he pulled her into a room shutting the door after they were inside. Hoping it gives them enough time to escape before the titan catches up with them.

"we thought they captured you!" He hugged her before letting go "what happened to the others?" Z asked trying to catch her breath "me and IO helped everyone out they're all safe..for now.. but we need to run fast when I turned back to get you the soliders were spreading out-"  before he could finish his sentence The Titan's hand punched through the wall grasping blaze's face pulling him against it. Z screamd trying to pull Blaze away from the death grip but it was no use. Blaze kicked her in the stomach knocking her off and away from him "GO! I'LL HANDLE THIS!" He shouted. Blaze and IO were the oldest patients out of the rest. They felt somewhat responsible for their siblings even though they share no blood or relate to each other in any way. Considering the circumstance; the lab was their home and they spent a lot of time together here so it only made them feel like a family.

She cried but stood up nonetheless and started running towards the other door to flee. she noticed a gun and without a second thought she called out to blaze then threw it his way. Luckily he captured the gun. She didn't stay a second after that she had to do what her brother instructed her to do and so she ran. She knew he'll handle it. She'll only slow blaze down if she stayed.

She thought once she reached the exit this will all be done then she just had to find the others and wait for Blaze to join them. Then that's it...they're free. but what she was met with on the outside was far from what she imagined. Soldiers and patients were dead. they were littering the ground and from Far away she could see helicopters and more cars coming towards the building. She tried to look for the others but she found no one so she ran towards the forest to hide until the cars and helicopters passed by.

She waited for a bit hoping that blaze made it out at least. Hoping that she reunites with her brother and they look for the others and runaway...together. but all that waiting made her lose that hope he would be out by now if he survived. She couldn't stay any longer here. If they capture her either she's dead or she'll be injected with the t-virus which ever case it may be she'll end up dead. That virus  wasn't made for humans and sure as hell wasn't made for her kind either...yet they still tried to make it work. Unable to accept their defeat the mad scientists are willing to sacrifice many lives until it works.

She felt lost but she had to run fast and now if she wanted to see a day where she's not surrounded by four walls. To have a normal life. Or as close to normal as possible at least.

And that she did. She kept running until she reached Raccoon City. She was parched she lost her energy from all that running. Her and her siblings sure as hell didn't know how far umbrella headquarters was from the city. Of course it would be far away she mentally thought to keep their beloved human citizens safe from all those deadly experiments and chemicals.

She stood in front of a factory. Not that she knew where she was...hell,she had no idea what all of this is. From the moment she was born she was slipped away from her parents. The only place she saw was the lab the only people she interacted with were her siblings and the doctors. that's all she ever knew.

She shuddered looking around the place.no one was around so she got inside tiptoeing her way into one of the vans. It'll keep her hidden for awhile. She thought. the building seemed preoccupied and the sunlight on the pavement made the skin on her feet sizzle so she figured she'd take a little break and hide before she started running again to who knows where. Then she heard two voices from the distance. Her adrenaline picked up 'need to hide, need to hide' she kept on saying mentally. she could run and risk them seeing her or she could crawl deeper in the van.

Crawling deeper was the best option and that she did. She quickly crawled and hid behind one of the boxes that were in the van she peeked her head up a bit to glance at the end of the van and there stood one of the two men she heard chatting while making their way towards the van.

It looks as if he was counting something then he pulled the hatch down. It was pitch black inside now. She still could hear what was happening outside then she heard one of the men say "this load is for Raccoon university you can drop it at the dormitory" "got it" the other replied then the truck started moving.

She let out a sigh of relief as she leaned her head against the cold metal. She didn't know how long she was going to be here but she stayed put regardless. whenever this 'thing' stops she has to find a better hiding spot. Somewhere that doesn't move.

In the meantime she stayed put. Not making any noise in the back so she doesn't get caught.

.                                         .                                       .

Z woke up from her slumber when she couldn't feel the van moving anymore. She heard the engine being turned off and what sounded like a door slam shut and footsteps moving around. They walked all around the left side of the van then stopped right at the end of it. She gulped as she tried to stay hidden behind one of the boxes.

"Please drop the boxes at the cafeteria and we'll move them inside so we don't disturb the students" then the hatch at the end of the van was wide open once again. She stayed hidden for awhile but The truck was almost empty of boxes and Z began to panic as there was no place left to hide anymore. Except for the one she was hiding behind. she knew he was coming for it next.

She peaked from the side of the box for a chance to run. She didn't see the man who was emptying the van stood at the end of it anymore so she began to crawl forward slowly. her breath got stuck in her throat when she was eye to eye with the man who returned. Shocked his pupils dilate and  seems like he was starting to break a sweat. He yelled "what are you doing in here punk!" Before he lunged forward to grab her she quickly lepead away from his grip and dropped from the van onto the floor crawling away while trying to stand up on her feet to get away from the angry man"Come back here you thief!" Not a second wasted she began to run.

She had no idea where to next but now not only was the van driver after her but also two security guards running after her. "She's heading towards the dorms I repeat she's heading towards the dorms" she heard one of them talk nervously into their walkie-talkie. "Tell the students to evacuate the hallways immediately! Get them in their dorms now!" She heard a third one shout.

It was a crowded place. She had no idea where she is. But the people looked at her with horror as they too started running. But they ran in the other direction...away from her. Some were hiding some were shutting the doors behind them. She looked up to see people glencing out of their windows to locate the sounds of the screams and shrieks.

She looked back to see that she lost the gurads and the driver. A tall Bush was the most vacant and the only place available at the moment. and that's when she crawled through without a second thought. Time passed and no one found her. She heard them say that the place was clear and that the 'intruder' had gone out. She scoffs 'Humans are so naive'. She let out a sigh of relief as night approached. She thought she's safe here until she saw a guy staring back at her from the first floor. She cursed herself for not being more careful. She only wanted to see the night sky and the stars twinkling. a minute later she saw him infront of the Bush kneeling. 'Is he insane?!' But then He offered food and that's all she needed right now if he tried anything she'll run away it's not like she couldn't do that.

If she could run from umbrella's lab she can run from anyone. And so she went with him. She trusted him enough to go with him and hope that he'll give her the humanity she deserved. the dream she wanted...it was so close yet so far but if he was the risk then she's willing to take it.

Just to see the world go in cycles, to live among others and be what everyone at umbrella didn't want them to be...normal.

[ this is just to fill you in on how Z got inside the university grounds and some back story on her so you don't get confused in future chapters and this is in the past next part will pick up where part 2 ended:) ]

[justtessasworld]

connected | kai parker

Guess who's back?? Btw I'm sorry for the format, Tumblr doesn't allow me to make paragraphs anymore?? Idk why but everytime I post it with paragraphs they're suddenly gone 🤷‍♀️

~

In which y/n sees Kai in her dreams.

~

“That was a good one!”, y/n laughed.

The young woman was sitting at the table in the kitchen of some house somewhere in Virginia. At least Kai said so.

Said man was sitting in front of her, they were playing some game but he had interrupted it by his corny jokes.

“So what are you up to today?”, y/n asked after her laughter had quieted down.

“Hm, we'll see”, Kai stated, pouring himself a glass of water. “Probably going to watch some TV, steal something from the store down the street. The usual for living alone in a world.”

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I wish I could be there for you. Be here.” She looked around the room, around this small piece of Kai's prison world she was in.

“Oh, don't you worry! I'm just going to wait till you go to sleep again.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, scratching her fingernail over the table.

“Yes, I know, but I just-”, she stopped abruptly.

Y/n felt the strange pull in her stomach, that weird feeling she still hasn't fully become comfortable with after all these years.

“Is it already time?”, Kai asked, standing up and swiftly walking towards the woman.

Y/n nodded, gripping his arms as her legs grew weak. “I frigging hate this feeling.”

Kai chuckled, holding her waist with one hand.

“See you tomorrow”, he said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand.

Y/n felt her face grow hot, he was so close to her and he smelled so good and-

“See you tomorrow”, she whispered and then she was gone. Disappearing into thin air.

Y/n groaned annoyed as she stopped the ringing of her alarm. 7 am.

Kicking away her blanket, the young woman pulled the ring on her necklace to the front.

It always fell to the back when she was sleeping.

Turning the ring around in her hand, y/n thought of Kai.

The ring had been his once. All those years ago before he was put into this prison world.

Y/n's grandma had found it in the woods in Portland, where Kai had lost it in the night of his imprisonment.

The ring was her gift from her grandmother at her 14th birthday. And also the reason for her dreams. Or whatever they were. They started a few days after her birthday and just never stopped. At first y/n was scared out of her mind of this strange young man in her dreams, living completely alone in the world and being so incredibly rude too. But after some troubles they really got to know each other and y/n Kai became friends, somehow.

She thought she was crazy when she was younger and she still did, sometimes. But she just couldn't believe that her mind could make up such a realistic person. Y/n never told anyone about her dreams though. Not her family nor her friends, she knew better than to try it, she had watched supernatural movies after all.

Letting the necklace go she stood up, making herself ready for work.

“Elena! How are you?”, y/n exclaimed as she saw the Gilbert sitting in the Grill.

Y/n worked there in the summer to pay off her student loans, just as a few other of her friends.

“I'm fine”, Elena snapped. Wowie, y/n thought, someone was in a bad mood right now.

Elena's gaze softened and she turned to the other young woman. “I'm sorry, y/n. It's just-”

“It's just that Damon and Bonnie are still gone?”, y/n interrupted, she might not be one of Elena's best friends but they got along more than good and so y/n knew about the absence of Elena's boyfriend and her best friend. Even though y/n didn't exactly knew everything.

“Well, Damon's back”, Elena stated. “I'm actually meeting with him here, but Bonnie's still… away.”

The way Elena's said ‘away’ made y/n frown. Bonnie wasn't missing, was she? No, if she really was missing, y/n would know. All of Mystic Falls would know.

“Well I hope she comes home soon”, y/n said, smiling brightly and said goodbye.

On her way to the bar she saw Damon and waved, a small grin forming on his normally frowning face.

After a long day at the Grill and with her friends and studies, y/n was more than happy to change out of her clothes and fall on her bed. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was already 10 pm.

Snuggling into her blankets she clutched her fingers around Kai's ring and fell asleep.

There was the feeling of falling and then suddenly she stood in the same house as last night, the sunlight bathing the dark room in bronze colors.

Turning around, y/n couldn't spot Kai. Hm, normally she would just appear in the same room as him, where was he?

“Kai?”, she shouted, walking into the hall. No answer.

“Malachai? Where are you?”, still no answer.

Without a warning the front door opened, nearly knocking y/n off her feet.

“Hey!”, she cried out taken aback, stepping back a few steps.

“Y/n? What are you already doing here?”, Kai snapped, glancing behind him. What the hell?

“Wow, Kai. I'm happy to see you too”, y/n snarled, putting her hand on her hip and looking at him suspiciously.

“You can't be here right now”, Kai growled, slamming his hand against his head.

Y/n flinched, grabbing his hand and hiding them tightly.

Kai always had the habit of punching his head and everything when something was with her, as if that would make y/n disappear. Because even though they knew each other for years now, Kai still thought that she was just a hallucination, a way of making him feel better in this lonely hell.

“Hey, Kai. Kai!”, she shouted, catching his attention. “You know I hate it when you do that”, she said quietly, her eyes sad. It hurt her so much, when she saw him in pain.

“Kai? Who are you talking too?”, a feminine voice said, standing behind the door. Before y/n could react the woman walked into the hall, looking at Kai and then at her.

Y/n knew the woman. It was-

“Bonnie?”

“Y/n?!“

Gasping y/n sat up in her bed. Fuck, her head hurt. In all these years of having these dreams she never had left them this abruptly, being more like pushed out of them than slowly pulled out.

What the hell happened?

She saw Bonnie and then she suddenly woke up. Oh God, Bonnie! Her shirt had been full of blood and she'd looked like hell. And most importantly she had been in Kai's prison world. Kai had told her that he was there because of murdering his family (with which y/n was still not comfortable with), so what had Bonnie done to get imprisoned there?

Or was she accidentally there?

Glancing at her clock, y/n saw that it was only midnight yet. Not too late to hit up Elena.

Standing in front of the massive Salvatore mansion, y/n snuggled more into her warm jacket and ringed the bell.

She had picked up Elena here a few weeks ago, the two of them wanting to go shopping with Caroline.

Now she was waiting for someone to open up, Elena or one of the Salvatores, she didn't care.

The door opened and y/n saw Damon, looking annoyed at her with an open shirt. Apparently y/n interrupted Elena's and Damon's sexy time.

Y/n smiled shyly. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to Elena.”

The vampire looked at her sceptically.

“It's about Bonnie.”

“So you saw her in your dreams?”, Elena asked slowly.

Y/n nodded slightly, maybe it wasn't the best idea, now they probably did think she was mental.

“And in your dreams you are in a prison world with Kai?”

Y/n nodded again.

“How do you know that psycho-boy?”, Damon looked at her closely.

“Psycho-boy? Do you know him?”, y/n asked surprised, turning to him.

“I was in that prison world with him for months. I only escaped alone because your murder-boyfriend shot Bonnie in the stomach!”, the man spat, his face furious.

Y/n gaped at him. “No, he- he wouldn't do that”, the woman whispered, then cringing.

“Well, he did kill his family, so… “, Elena mumbled and y/n frowned. She was right, though.

“How do we get her out of there?”, Damon asked annoyed.

“Well-”, y/n interrupted Elena. “What do you mean ‘her’? We have to get both of them out of there!”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no”, Damon laughed pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“We won't help that psycho-murderer get out of there!”

“But-”

“No!”

Y/n frowned deeply.

“Well, I don't know how to get anyone out of there”, y/n snapped, “so I'll get going.”

She stood up, taking her coat from the couch.

“You may not know a way but you can help us with the witchy-woo”, Damon said.

Y/n turned around to the two of them. “Witchy-woo?”, she asked.

“Well yeah, or whatever you witches call your magic.”

“Damon, I don't think-”

“You- you think I'm a witch?”, y/n spluttered.

Damon nodded confused. Elena rubbed her temples.

“I'm not a witch!”, y/n laughed hysterically, “We're not in some kind of fairy tale!”

“Y/n, you have to have realized that these dreams aren't normal”, Elena said in a soft voice. “They're pretty common for witches.”

“I mean, of course I know that it's not normal, but I'm not--I'm not a witch.”

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “If I'm a witch, what are you? Vampires?”

Elena and Damon went silent, looking at each other.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me”, y/n groaned, having to sit down again. “I'm in a damn Twilight fanfiction.”

It had been a week now since y/n found out about the supernatural world. And her probably being a witch. They couldn't confirm it yet, y/n couldn't actually use her ‘magic’ specifically but Elena and Damon and all the other vampires, y/n had met this week (well she did already know them, she just never knew that they weren't human) were sure that was a witch.

God, it felt so weird, saying that. Her, a witch.

There's also been another weird thing. In this whole week y/n had never dreamed of Kai. Not once. Sleeping, actually sleeping and not spending time with Kai, was strange for her.

It was like he didn't want her there, with him. As if he pushed her away.

Y/n awoke, in the middle of the night again, she had slept, like a normal human being but it felt wrong.

She grabbed the ring, thumbing it around.

“Kai, please, let me in”, she whispered, near tears. She couldn't sleep and not being able to dream of him, to be with him with her visions, she didn't just feel like she couldn't relax she felt like she had lost her best friend.

Crying out, y/n pulled off her necklace, throwing it into her room.

She couldn't sleep that night.

A few weeks later, y/n was walking home from the Salvatores, having spend the whole day trying to find a way to use her powers, as she saw a man standing on her front pouch.

“Can I help you?”, she shouted, pulling her keys out of her jacket.

The man turned around and y/n let go of her keys, clanking down to the ground.

That tall frame, dark hair, these dark intense eyes. Malachai Parker.

Y/n gasped, looking at him shocked.

Kai smiled. “Hello, love.”

The young woman cried out, letting her bag fall to the ground and running towards him.

He laughed deeply as she threw her arms around of him, picking her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

Kai sighed, burying his face into her hair.

“Why! Why would you keep me out? I was so worried, I thought- I-”, y/n sobbed, clutching his back.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”, Kai mumbled, squeezing her thigh.

She looked at him, into these deep brown eyes. God, they were shining and so full of emotion. Her smooth hands stroked his jaw, up to his hair, pushing some strands back. He was so handsome and he was here.

“I can't believe you're here”, she whispered, fingernails lightly scratching his neck.

He nodded, his nose nearly touching hers.

Suddenly she was more than aware of their closeness, her legs around his middle, their faces only inches apart, his grip on her thigh.

Y/n breathed shallowly, her gaze flicking to his lips, just as his did the same.

Both of them flinched as the sound of a horn echoed from the street.

Y/n coughed slightly, awkwardly getting off of Kai.

The man grumbled something quietly.

“Let's- let's just go in”, y/n mumbled, picking up her stuff and walking to her apartment, making sure not to meet his eyes.

He was hot on her heels, following her into the small apartment y/n was able to afford.

They had spoken about that exact home once in one of her visions, Kai had never listened that closely. He was happy he did, otherwise he wouldn't have found her.

“Home sweet home”, y/n chuckled, shrugging out of her jacket.

She walked into the kitchen, drinking some water.

Kai appeared in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Love”, he started.

“How are you here? Why are you here? Why didn't I have these dreams the last weeks? You once said you're a witch? Are you a witch? Am I a witch? Elena and Damon said so but-”, y/n rambled.

Kai laughed lowly. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”

Y/n nodded, sitting down.

“I'm going to explain everything later”, the young man said, walking to where y/n was sitting.

“But firstly I have to get some magic.” Right, y/n thought, she remembered that he was a siphoner and now being in the real world again, he could get magic again.

“Right, of course. I don't know how, though.”

Kai kneeled down in front of her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“Let me try something, that way we also find out if you really are a witch.”

Kai watched her closely. Y/n nodded, she trusted him with her life.

His grip on her wrists tightened and a hot feeling shot through them. It traveled up her arms and spread out until her whole body was hot and prickled.

“Kai”, she moaned, her body growing weak.

He stopped abruptly, letting go of her and nearly falling on the floor, his eyes dark with ecstasy.

“Y/n”, he groaned. “Well now we're sure you're a witch.”

“Why?”, she asked, slumped again the chair.

“Because I just took a bit of your magic and you have more magic than any other witch I've ever known.”

“If you want to stay you can take the bed”, y/n said, putting their dinner in the fridge.

They had spent the entire afternoon with talking, catching up with what happened in the last weeks.

Kai nodded thankfully.

“Elena called, they found Bonnie but they don't know where you are.”

Y/n felt bad for lying to Elena but she didn't want the vampires to do anything to Kai.

"Thank you", the siphoner smiled softly. "And I can take the couch if you don't mind."

"OK", the young woman whispered, turning to her bedroom door. "Goodnight, Malachai."

"Goodnight, love."

Y/n was a light sleeper, so when she started to hear mumbling from the living room she was nearly instantly awake.

"Please- I- father, please", a voice groaned loudly. Kai.

Y/n slowly stood up. He had to have a nightmare. He told her about those years ago. Moments of his childhood when his family would punish him for, well, living.

"Kai?", she called out, standing at the door. The young man was laying on her couch, his tall frame nearly to much for the small couch. He was withering under the thin blanket, hands gripping the sheets, his face sweaty and hair clinging to his forehead.

"Let me go- I'm sorry- please don't- father, please, why-", he muttered, feet kicking away the blanket.

"Kai, hey, Kai!", y/n said loudly, sitting down next to him and touching his chest.

"Kai, wake up, Kai!", she shouted, she couldn't see him like that, it hurt.

Gasping, Kai sat up, his chest heaving and his eyes scanning the room disoriented.

"It's okay, it's okay", y/n mumbled like a mantra, hugging him close.

Kai sobbed lowly, gripping her waist and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God", he groaned quietly, his body calming down slowly.

She let him go after he calmed down mostly, still holding his hands.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", y/n asked, watching him closely.

He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Where-", he cleared his throat, "Where is my ring", he was looking at her neck where his ring would normally hang since she was 14.

"Oh that. I- I'm sorry, I took it off when you didn't let me in anymore. I was so angry and worried.", y/n whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry that I did that, I only pushed you out for a few days and after that you never appeared anymore. I was worried sick, myself. Ask Bonnie, I was really grumpy the last weeks", he muttered and y/n laughed quietly.

"It's OK", she said, "And I'm sorry for taking off the necklace."

Kai smiled, squeezing her waist.

She was sitting nearly on top of him and when she realized that, she blushed.

"Oh, shit, sorry", she whispered, making a move to stand up again.

Kai shook his head, pulling her back so that she sat in his lap.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Oh God they were so close.

His arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her even closer, their chests touching.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling out of her braid.

Kai smiled softly, his hand touching her neck and cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful", he mumbled leaning towards her and before she knew it their lips touched.

Y/n moaned lowly, her hands gripping his shirt. Angling her head, she kissed back, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Kai's grip around her waist tightened, his hand teasing her braid.

His kiss turned more passionate, her hand clawing at his back, his neck.

"Fuck", Kai gasped as he pulled away, his eyes nearly black.

Y/n nodded shakingly, her lips swollen.

"I've waited so long for this", he chuckled, pecking her lips. Y/n grinned heartily, closing the gap again.

They were finally together.

~

Kai Parker taglist:

@kikii-stfu @panic-naran

[fluidfox123]

An Idea

So, I animate a little but not well enough to do this idea that's been stuck in my head for WEEKS. So, instead, if anyone wants to actually animate this or use the idea I have just tag me so I can see! I would love to see it! But anyway, here is me going to try and explain it...

So, my personal headcanon for Gavin Reed is that yeah Elijah is his stepbrother and all, but connected by father. The reason for that is that when Gavin was at least 8 years old his mother had gone to the bank to deposit some money when it got robbed by some guys. Gavin had been in the living room playing with his games or toys when the TV had gone to the local news with live footage of the robbery happening. His mom got killed and a few others before they got arrested. After his mom's death, Gavin's dad had started drinking and was in a depressive state from her death forgetting he had a son to take care of. From the drinking, he started abusing Gavin physically and mentally hitting and blaming him.

But later in life when he was a little older Gavin's dad remarried and they had a child which was Elijah. Gavin than was even more mentally abused from both his father and stepmother for comparing Gavin to Elijah, who was super smart and excelled in school.

Now that I've explained the headcanon I'll tell you how it ties in to my idea of an animation. I had recently found this song:

Cradles by Sub Urban and after listening to it twice it reminded me of a song that could tell Gavin's story, my headcanon wise though. So here was the script/draft/way I wanted to play it out:

Music starts and it shows a blurred glitchy Gavin standing in the dark, eyes blocked out by black

Once those two beats hit before the lyrics appear the image moves up than down with the beat like a fast glitch

It than transitions to present Gavin sitting at his desk doing his work as the lyrics say "I live inside my own world of make believe"

Than it transitions to Gavin arresting a teenager who is yelling at him, cuffing him and placing him in the car, lyrics playing "Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities"

Than Gavin turns around after shutting the door and his eyes widen as it than transitions to a blurred figure standing a far, the figure is a blurred outline (a pink outline) of a woman smiling. The lyrics "I see the world through eyes covered in pink"

It turns to a side view of Gavin falling on his knees looking at the ground, the background a blank dark grey as tears well up in his eyes as black figures appear around him as the lyrics play, "Cross out the ones who held my cries and watched me weep"

It than zooms into Gavin's face or from his torso to his head as tears fall from his eyes, shaking as the lyrics play, "I love everything"

Than in the background fire actually starts surrounding him as he looks up eyes still wide from what he saw, lyrics "Fire spreading all around my room My world's so bright"

Than it zooms into Gavin's mouth as his frown turns into a smile, before zooming out to a front view of Gavin still on the ground but smiling this time, lyrics "It's hard to breathe but that's alright"

Than in the split second the lyrics say, "Hush!" one of the black figures is behind Gavin, up against his back, Gavin is still in the same position as before but this time the figure is behind him and has a hand over his eyes and holding his throat tight

Then as the music starts every one, two, or three chimes images change quickly to the beat, but if it's not changing than its a flashing white light. The images are blurred but still clear and they're bright and cheerful. These images are memories.

The first batch of images before the single click sound is all images if Gavin and the woman we saw before playing, laughing, and talking with young Gavin, like really young Gavin but on these images, he isn't over 7 years old. They're happy and warm, with just the two of them happy together

The second batch of images before a "shh" and after the single click is more images of the woman and Gavin with actual pictures of the father included in the activities they are doing, all images are different from one another.

The third batch of images after the "shh" and before the chime sound are pictures of 8-year-old Gavin saying bye to his mom as she leaves for the bank in the living room playing with his toys, smiling, and having fun after she has left (father not in sight) and one or two beats before the chime sounds is when 8-year-old Gavin looks up to the TV screen and when it chimes is when his eyes widen

After the chime, it shows Gavin standing in front of a casket, facing away from the camera at an angle where you only see the back of his head from the side, his father is standing next to him but his body is cut off since we're focused on the torso to the head of 8-year-old Gavin staring at the casket with his dead mother inside, the image doesn't change but the white light flashes at the beats and on some beats you can see tears fall (right as the chime sounds all memories from now on, including the funeral one I just said will be dark and gloomy looking instead of light and cheerful, but still flashes white)

We then fade to a present Gavin who is on his 4th cup of coffee at his desk a as the lyrics say, "Tape my eyes open to force reality"

When it says "no, no" we get two quick flashes of many empty coffee cups at his desk

Gavin than is reading over a file about a case, lyrics "Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee?"

The background turns dark grey again as the screen flashes white to the first two beats to showing two glimpses of Gavin crying before showing Gavin laughing with Tina in the break room and a few other places of them happy together hanging out (appearing along with the beat like most things in this idea), lyrics "I live inside my own world of make believe"

Than one of the last images of Tina and Gavin hanging out is them walking together someplace and it shows Gavin smiling and looking to the side (towards the camera) because he heard something, but than that smile falls and he freezes, lyrics "Kids screaming in"

Than it shows what Gavin is looking at and it's too older teenagers fighting, pointing and gesturing, looking stupidly angry, lyrics "their cradles,"

Then with the two beats, the teenagers turn into Elijah and Gavin arguing as older teenagers, lyrics "profanities"

Than it shows Gavin alone in a blank dark grey background a mirror in front of him, he is staring into it (you can only see his face in the reflection, you can see his body from the back but to the side so you can see the mirror too that's in front of him) , lyrics "Somedays I feel skinnier than all the other kids And some days I can't tell" (its all glitchy with the beat)

Than as the lyrics "if my body belongs to me" play his reflection turns into a younger, happier Gavin, before his mother's death

It than shows Gavin covering his face and sobbing as his younger reflection glitches away and his normal reflection appears again, lyrics "I love everything"

Than fire starts forming around Gavin again as the black figures appear too, lyrics "Fire spreading all around my room My world's so bright"

Than the camera shifts to looking straight into the mirror seeing the reflection of Gavin looking up again, smiling at the mirror (which looks like he is smiling at us), lyrics "It's hard to breathe but that's alright"

Then in that second, it says "Hush!" again we get the split second of seeing the black figure close behind gavin covering his eyes and lifting his chin up this time

As the first batch of beats with images than appear again, these batches show how depressed Gavin is about his mothers death, failing in school, getting angry easily and beating up other kids from it, and even crying in the middle of the night

The next batch after the click shows Gavin's father abusing him physically and mentally from drinking too much, some blood may be included here

The third batch after the "shh" shows Gavin's father showing affection to a new woman and showing how depressed Gavin is and how much he l hates this woman who is trying to take his mothers place

The batch after the chime then shows half the images of a wedding and a baby boy which would be Elijah the other half (which is bright again) is Gavin getting closer to Elijah as they grow up hip to hip, the best of friends

Then it shows Elijah being really successful in school, lyrics "I wanna taste your content"

Gavin is happy about this and supports Elijah skipping a grade and hanging out with him still, lyrics "Hold your breath and feel the tension"

Then it transitions to a front view of Gavin and Elijah standing side by side till Elijah looks to the left (Gavin is on the right) and starts walking away to the left, the light following him as the grey background starts taking the place of the light till Elijah is fully gone and Gavin is alone once again, lyrics "Devils hide behind redemption Honesty is a one way gate to hell"

It than zooms in on Gavin's face as tears fall and he grits his teeth, full of anger as he walks away from where he was standing, it suddenly transitions to Gavin slamming a door open as he storms out of a house as his father, stepmother and Elijah scream after him, Gavin still looks angry and is crying, trying to wipe his tears away as he runs, lyrics "I wanna taste consumption Reflex to the waste absurd Hear the children sing aloud It's music to the wick burn side wash"

As the beats and the lyrics "Just wanna be care free lately" come all it is is what happened before Gavin stormed out which was a fight between everyone since Gavin was no longer wanted in the house by the parents and Elijah tried to help Gavin but being the obedient child stepped down after their father said to do so, this was the moment Gavin hated his family, his perfect brother who stole all their love and attention and his parents who couldn't care less about him

Than it's back to present Gavin sitting at his desk working, lyrics "Just kicking up dirt"

Than Gavin glances up at a sound and he instantly seems angry, lyrics "Just got one too many quarters in my pocket"

It than shows RK900 walking towards him with a coin being played with in his hand, "Count 'em like four leaf clovers in my locket"

It than glitches to an image of Elijah holding up Thiruim at 16 to his parents who looked proud of him before going back to RK900 starting down at Gavin, lyrics "Untied laces and just tripping on dirt Dreams got dirty little alibis playing up"

Than Gavin looks back down to his terminal and tries to ignore RK900, lyrics "Might as well just run around the nursery and count sheep"

Than right as the music stops it turns black and the animating is done

Anyway, that was my idea, during the end I kind of change what happens so that's why it's a bit more general and I never know now to end it so....yeah. I hope someone can try and create this since it's been stuck in my head for weeks and I need to see it played out. Thank you for taking your time to read this! I appreciate it!