#no more barging into my room and yelling at me and blocking the door when I try to leave

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

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Speak Now lyrics

I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room

Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream

Where I stand and say

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

Fond gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was me

You wish it was me

Don't you?

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

Your time is running out

And they said, "Speak now."

Oh, la, la

Oh, oh

Say a single vow

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

There's the silence, there's my last chance

I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I'm only looking at you

I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

So, don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

And you say, "Let's run away now

I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door

Baby, I didn't say my vows

So glad you were around

When they said, "Speak now."

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Enchanted lyrics

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey

It was enchanting to meet you

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

(Please don't be in love with someone else)

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

(Please don't have somebody waiting on you)

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

(Please don't be in love with someone else)

I was enchanted to meet you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

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The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[scarletsky153]

continuation for that another plot bunny,,

Part 1

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a more in-depth of sukuna's first life,,

keep thinking about SIkuna / hawkuna from my previous post, who thought he got isekaid to jjk world but when he wandered around tokyo while still inside yuuji alongside megumi, nobara, and gojo post-mission, he found his old clinic and promptly having another existential crisis.

SIkuna, who believed his first life is on a different world altogether, suddenly shocked the others around him (and yuuji) when he popped both his eyes and a mouth on yuuji while yelling for them to stop in front of a small and innocuous clinic. it was located on a rough part of town, closer to the red district. yuuji got shocked into stop walking while others got tense, thinking some curses gonna pop around them (even tho gojo is around and his six eyes can see them from afar).

yuuji : "the fuck??"

sikuna : "brat let me take over."

nobara : "hell no?? are you crazy?!"

gojo who got curious : "eh, let him out, yuuji-kun, i got it."

so yuuji let sukuna takes over, who then promptly got inside of the small clinic. sukuna was shocked bcs he found the clinic unchanged, but there's a photo of him from his first life on the wall near the receptionist desk. there's his old (first?) name, ueno keigo, his status as the clinic's founder, and his birth then death date. when he look closer, the face and coloring is nearly identical to takami keigo's which very much unnerved sukuna.

sukuna then promptly asked the receptionist about ueno keigo, claimed to be one of his old patient from small town ueno keigo used to visit, which the receptionist happily told sukuna and the others about ueno keigo. how he was one of japan's youngest surgeon, a brilliant doctor, gruff and famous for his temper and bad bedside manner but got the job done very well. he used to visit small towns and performed nearly free surgery to those who can't afford them, build the current clinic they're on and only ask for minimum repayment from patients who didn't have money while doubled to tripled the cost from rich patients. ueno keigo died in a car crash in 2003, a couple of hours before itadori yuuji was born; the last part sukuna understand the implication of.

he thanked the receptionist, asked where he can donate, and flee from the clinic fast. the others, shocked but still suspicious, followed him a couple of block and into a small abandoned house with 'ueno' sign on the front. gojo could feel that no one was inside the house for a long time, and sukuna knew this too because he leisurely opened the front gate and unlocked the door with a spare key from inside the pot which heightened gojo's suspicious about ueno keigo being sukuna' first life, which was wild because how the fuck an ordinary surgeon became the king of curses?

nobara : "i knew you are a curse but what the fuck are you doing, barging in on empty house?"

sukuna : "brat, this is my house."

yuuji inside sukuna : "WHAT THE FUCK HOW"

sukuna : "you do remember that my life as the king of curses was not my first, right?"

gojo : "ah! of course! but how did an ordinary surgeon became the king of cruses? did you eat people too when you're a doctor?"

sukuna : "like hell! i adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, Six Eyes, and i did no harm. why and how i became the king of curses is a long story currently not important. can you buy this house and its contents from the government?"

gojo : "what's in it for me?"

sukuna : "you can do whatever you want with the house, i only want the books and the trinkets."

gojo : "deal as long as you answer a few questions from us!"

sukuna knew he can't really escape the six eyes and the students, busying himself with cleaning the living room while answering their questions, even tho his answers are full of sass and snark. he told them his motivation to be a surgeon (mostly spite bcs at that time, a lot of small town folks demean him for his coloring and his orphaned status and told him he can't be anything worthy esp a doctor, so he did it out of spite), about why he visited small towns and basically did surgery for free (payback to those who help him along the way but wasnt there anymore so he paid it forward), whether he had curse energy or not (probably small? like the managers and windows, enough to feel them and occasionally saw them but not enough to understand what the fuck was that. the world is weird, i just accept it was shits i don't know yet), how he died (the receptionist already told you its from car crash, right?!), and his life as sukuna-the-sorcerer (i didn't remember being ueno, fushiguro. at least i'm good at field medic during emergency. had to do a lot of crazy shits to survive during the heian era, including becoming the strongest sorcerer at that time. got trapped and betrayed, got so angry that when i got killed i became a special grade curse immediately).

in the end, gojo did buy the house and had people pack the books and trinkets and bring them to jujutsu high to a room besides yuuji's. he also quietly donated money to the small clinic, thinking the king of curses definitely has more depth than people thought, and maybe there's hope for sukuna after yuuji ate nearly all of the fingers.

(probably it's ok for gojo to simp and have a crush on the king of curses, especially when sukuna remember being a human more than being a curse).

meanwhile, yuuji also want to donate his money to the clinic, which sukuna forbid bcs there's no need for that, the clinic survived his death for more than a decade, it could survive more, but megumi and nobara also wanted to and sukuna can't really do anything to it so he only watch in despair. he also talked to shoko about medical things, which improved his standing on the jujutsu high and gojo is more determined to help sukuna survive and acquire his own body.

afterwards, if one of the first (and somehow second) year student got hurt, they went to sukuna first instead of shoko bcs they knew shoko is overworked. sukuna is regretting everything.

(gojo made a lot of copy from sukuna-as-ueno keigo's photos esp during his youth because damn, he's handsome af and if they gonna make sukuna his own body they need some visual samples)

(sukuna still confused bcs he remembered jjk plot but he also remember his life as ueno keigo started early and when the anime exist are only the old ones. when he died for the fourth time, he found out one of the deity responsible for reincarnation accidentally botched his cycle when he reborn as sukuna so as an apology they put jjk timeline/spoilers/foresight to his memory after he reborn as takami keigo/hawks so when he came back as sukuna-inside-yuuji he can change the world)

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(feel free to use this long-ass post as inspiration or something!! i... probs gonna write them on ao3, like, maybe??? probably???? yeah,,)

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Part 3

[butchreg]

a playdate with mari ! ( 1.6k words )

requested by 🐦‍⬛ anon ! i've been really wanting to write something with the jvs especially mari so i was really excited to see this request >:J , not proofread any mistakes are on me.. yellowjackets masterlist here , upcoming list here

summary : you and your friend mari have a playdate while regressed !

tags / warnings : sfw agere , little ! gn reader , reader has a fem mama cg , little ! mari , cg ! akilah , romantic makilah ( outside of regression ) , kiddo ! reader && mari , modern au , playdates , fluff , bossy ! mari a tad , tiny almost fight

The doorbell rings, and you run to get your mama to open the door. You’re not allowed to open the door without her, a rule that typically doesn’t bother you but your friend is here! You know it’s her because you’d watched out the window as the familiar beat up SUV pulled around the corner in front of your house. “Mamaaa,” you holler, barging into her room where she’s folding fresh sheets, humming absentmindedly to herself. “Mari’s here!” you shout excitedly before she can ask what’s the matter. She checks her watch. “Crap, I’m sorry baby I lost track of time. Let’s go let her in, hm?” You nod excitedly, allowing her to guide you to the door, her hand on your back. You pull the door open a wide smile on your face. 

Mari shrieks with excitement upon seeing you, wrapping you up in a clumsy hug. “Ah ah, Mar. What’ve we talked about? Inside voice, hmm?” Akilah, her caretaker, and girlfriend outside of regression speaks to her in a gentle and patient voice. Mari pouts, shrugging, making Akilah chuckle. Your mama has you say hi to Akilah and thank her for bringing Mari before she allows you to tug Mari away into the living room, while the two caregivers stay chatting by the front door. 

Mari has a little bag with her which you curiously point to, asking her what she’s brought today. Upon this, she plops down onto the floor, dumping its contents out to show you her things. She flushes red when her well worn pacifier tumbles to the floor. “My mama can wash it off,” you begin to offer but surprisingly she shakes her head. “It’s fine… ‘M too big for it anyway,” she says, but you notice the way her eyes linger on the discarded item before she shoves it back into the bag. 

You two quickly move on, distracted by the other colorful items she’s brought over.  She’s brought her switch, and you “ooooh” at her pastel pink and yellow joy-cons. She smiles proudly, allowing you to push one of its buttons. “Can we play?” you ask excitedly. 

“Wait, I gotta show you the rest of my stuff first,” she says a little bossily. She has a half filled Mad Libs book, a beat up tree frog Webkinz, a couple solo Calico Critters, a box of crayons, and a fidget cube. A few stray blocks, bandaids, and puzzle pieces are scattered among them as well. “Cool,” you say, shrugging and turning back to her switch. “D’you think we could play now?” 

Mari looks a little upset, expecting you to be much more wowed by her treasures. “Fiiine,” she whines, putting her frog on her lap and messily scooping the rest of her things back into her bag. “We’re playing Mario Kart,” she says matter of factly, getting the game set up. You don’t protest, a big fan of Mario Kart yourself. You never get to play it! Excitedly you reach for one of the joy-cons, the yellow one. 

“No!” she yells, snatching it from you. “I wanna be yellow!” Her yell is enough for your mama to come scrambling into the room. 

“I heard shouts. What’s the matter?” 

“She took it from me!” You tell her, pointing accusingly at Mari. Your caregiver tuts, bending down to get closer to your level. A sheepish look spreads across Mari’s face, as she’s questioned. 

“Is this true?” Mari can’t meet your mama’s eyes but she nods slowly. 

“‘S mine!” she protests. “Yellow’s my favorite…” 

“I can see that,” your caregiver chuckles, taking in Mari’s beloved yellow hoodie and yellow duck socks. “But if you two want to play together, you’ll have to share. Both of you.” She looks between you two.

“I wanna share, I just don’ wanna share my yellow one…” she mumbles. “You can be this one,” she hands you the pink joy-con with a smile. You take the peace offering, already over any hard feelings you may have had a minute ago.

“Can we play now, mama?” you ask, looking up at her. 

“Can you two play nice now?” she asks. You and Mari look at each other, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Sorry,” Mari tells you. You shrug it off, getting down to lay on your stomach in front of the small screen. She follows your lead and the two of you turn your attention back to the game. 

“I want Baby Daisy!” you call.

“Okay,” she agrees. “I’m always Toad.” You giggle at that information. She elbows you playfully in response. You pick your karts before starting the race. 

Mari whines when you beat her. “I want a new kart, mine SUCKS.” You stick your tongue out at her. 

“You’re just mad I won.” 

“Nuh uh, shut up.” You shove her a bit. 

“C’mon admit it!” 

“NUH UH! It’s the kart!” She insists. “Lemme switch, I’ll cream you.” 

You blow a raspberry at her, but gracefully let her switch. To your chagrin, she does in fact cream you in the next few rounds. “Ha! Told ya!” She gleefully brags, playing the highlight reel over and over again. 

“Stop it,” you whine. “I never played that course before!” 

This time she sticks her tongue out at you. You playfully shove her a bit and she shoves back, but the two of you are giggling. You’re so engrossed in the game and each other that you don’t even notice your mama poking her head into the room. 

“Yoohoo!” She calls, chuckling at the sweet sight of the two of you. You look up, a joyful smile on your face. 

“Hi, mama!” you greet her. Mari stops laughing, sitting up, brushing hair out of her eyes and waving. 

“Hi there, kiddo. I wanted to see what the pair of you wanted for lunch. We’ve got mac n cheese, grilled cheese stuff, PB & J…” She ticks off the options on her fingers as she lists them. 

“Mac n cheese!” you holler at the same time Mari shouts for grilled cheese. You two look at each other stubbornly, neither one intending to budge. Mari folds first.

“Is it boxed kind?” Mari asks, cocking her head. 

“Yes, love. Is that alright with you?” Mari thinks for a minute. 

“Mmm, I like Kraft…” she informs the two of you, clearly still pondering. Your mama claps once. 

“Perfect, then. That’s what we’ve got.” You cheer and Mari looks satisfied enough. 

“You wanna do Mad Libs?” Mari asks, turning her attention back to you. You agree, and she delightedly pulls the book out as you turn off the switch. “You wanna go first?” she offers, holding out her jumbo box of crayons towards you. You smile, nodding. You pick out a green crayon, and she jokes that it’s “booger color” making both of you giggle a bit. 

“Umm, noun.” She spots her frog who’s been discarded a few feet away, picking him up. “Frog!” she offers. The two of you continue with the book of Mad Libs, once again getting swept up in the activity, unable to contain your laughter every time you read the silly stories. You fill them out at lightning speed, surprised when what feels like no more than five minutes later your mama calls you for lunch. 

She hands Mari her bowl first, telling you it’s because she’s the guest. Mari looks delighted at this, smiling as she thanks your caregiver. “I know I can be kinda a handful,” she says between bites. “But thanks for letting me come anyway.” Your mama chuckles. 

“You’re quite welcome, Mari. You’re welcome any time.”She reaches over to ruffle her hair, causing you to giggle and Mari to blush.  

After you eat, mama offers to put on a show for you two. Mari nods enthusiastically, and you clap excitedly. She puts on your favorite, Bluey, and your eyes are soon glued to the screen. After an episode or two of Mari animatedly talking about the show, you notice she’s gone quiet. She’s fallen asleep, making soft suckling noises despite having nothing in her mouth due to her earlier claims of being “too big” for her pacifier. 

You get up as quietly as possible so as not to disturb her, padding back into the living room where her bag remains on the floor. You carefully open it, hand closing around the soothing item. You find your mama right where you left her, washing dishes in the kitchen. 

“Mama.” You tap on her shoulder. 

“Hmm? Done with your show already, bun?” You shake your head, opening your hand. 

“Um, Mari dropped it earlier. Could you wash it please?” 

“Sure thing, bud. But why’re you asking instead of her?” 

You lift onto your tiptoes to whisper into her ear. “She said she’s too big for it but she fell ‘sleep and I think she’d like it she just don’t wanna admit it.” 

Mama nods understandingly. ”That’s very sweet of you, bunny.” She kisses your forehead before carefully rinsing the object off. 

Once it’s nice and clean she hands it back to you and you tiptoe back into the den where the show is still playing and Mari is still conked out. You cautiously reach out your hand to slip the pacifier into her mouth. Her lips welcome the object and she hums contentedly, suckling it. 

Laying back against the couch’s pillows your eyes turn back to the tv. It’s not long before your eyelids begin to droop, stomach full and Mari dreaming peacefully mere feet from you. You listen to the silly cartoon voices, watching through bleary eyes, quickly dozing off alongside your best friend.

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 4~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: WHOLE PART IS NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, pet names not from ML (doll, ), SA!! NOT BY ML, assaults, NON CON NOT BY ML, Murder, gore, possibly angsty?, fingering, p in v, pet names (pretty, good girl, pretty girl, ) creampie, praise, lots of consent checks! long azz smut, probably my favorite work so far…👉👈

“Thank you all for coming again!!! I had so much fun tonight! we’re gonna stream again tomorrow and if not then the next day I promise!!! See y’all later and shower this next person with love!!!” You type out a raid message for everyone to copy, and click raid now.

You sigh as you take off your headset.

At least you feel tired enough to sleep now.

*loud knocking*

“C’mon!!! Seriously??” You know who it is before you even answer.

“Hello, Jared.” your voice is deadpanned and your expression unimpressed.

Although… You haven’t had a good fuck in a while…

Not that Jared is a “good” fuck. He’s at least got the equipment for the job.

“Doll, you know, I’ve been thinking about you again, just let me in to explain,” He says seriously and tries to push past you to inside your apartment.

You immediately block his path. “Excuse you. I don’t care what you’re thinking about. And I was gonna let you in, but now that you just tried to barge your way in, I’ve changed my mind. Get out of here.” You slam the door hard toward the frame.

His hand comes up, “Listen to me, bitch. I said I was thinking about you. Listen to my explanation.” He demands, his foot in the way of the blue painted wood.

Your heart races… No. Not this again.

You didn’t even notice at first the smell of it on his breath.

He’s been drinking.

You aren’t surprised or disappointed.

You are however, afraid.

“N-no… I-I don’t have to listen to you. Not now, not ever.” you remain firm. “Leave, o-or I’ll… Call the cops.”

“Hah. Like that’ll save you, doll.” He pushes the door open and throws you against a wall.

Your skull hits it with a loud *THUD*

shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

what do you do?!

Your cat runs and hides under the bed in the other room.

Thank goodness, at least Opal won’t get hurt by this maniac.

You struggle and put up as much of a fight as possible, but he over powers your every attemp.

You eventually just stop.

You turn your face, he pulls you back.

You squeeze your lips shut, he slams your head back so you gasp and let his tongue violate you.

He strips you, and throws your body, stomach down, onto the couch.

You try and crawl away, and he just pulls you back.

“No! PLEASE!!!!!” You cry out, your voice not even sounding like your own anymore.

Flashbacks to your time in the pit resurface again, forcing their way into your head while he forces his way into your body.

You cry and plead, he just punches and bites you where ever he can.

All you can do is cry now.

“Bite the pillow, bitch!” he yells into your ear.

You wake maybe thirty minutes later with his weight on top of you.

You manage to roll out while he’s in his drunken coma.

You hope while you’re at work he just… leaves…

He usually does.

The shower you take doesn’t help you feel any cleaner.

Tears don’t even threaten your numb body anymore. You’re embraced once more by the hollow feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to.

Do you even remember feeling safe only a day ago?

It feels like it was simply a dream at this point.

Jasper opens the unlocked door you left and sees the naked man on your couch.

His pupils once again blown with a familiar rage.

He drops his bag loudly onto the ground.

The man sits up, covering his exposed lower half “Who the fuck are you? You, freak! Get out!” He yells.

Jasper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.

“W-what the fuck man, what is that?!”

Jasper steps forward, and Jared jumps up to meet him.

“Get away! Freak! I’m warning you!” Jared lunges, knocking the syringe from his hands

Jasper then kicks his legs out from under him.

He falls to his knees, seeing the syringe near the coffee table, he reaches for it.

Jasper stomps down onto his veiny hand, breaking bones.

He screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the HELL do you think you-”

His sentence is cut off as Jasper crunches his hand, grinding it under his boot. “AHHHHH!!! OOWWW F-FUCK!!”

He grasps his scalp with fist fulls of sandy blonde hair next, and hovers it up over the corner of the coffee table.

Jared tries to pry the black boot off of his hand, as his eyes widen in fear looking at the metal edges.

“What the FUCK man!!!! This isn’t a joke! STOP!!”

Jasper smiles grimly, leaning down closer to him, “Oh, you want ME to stop? What about Y/N? Didn’t she ask you that?” he hums sinisterly.

“Th-That’s different! chicks always say-” he’s cut off again.

“Say what? Say No?” He barks out a cruel and unforgiving laugh.

He’s tired of this animals voice.

“Bite the metal, bitch.” He slams his face repeatedly into the corner of the table.

He gurgles and coughs, as his face swiftly becomes a bloodied, unrecognizable pulp.

You sigh. Climbing the stairs grudgingly.

You threw up at work again and they forced you to go home.

You’re so emotionally stressed, your body has started to try and rid you of it physically again.

You hear something strange, but you can’t yet tell what it is. You’re too worried how your gonna pay for next months “protection” and make the rent on time…

Your door isn’t locked still. No point, you thought.

Jared leaves it unlocked after he leaves anyway.

At least he doesn’t have a key.

The noises are coming from inside your appartment though… Is he… Hurting Opal??? You burst through the door, “Jare-” Your eyes widen, as you study the unknown man hovering over a bloodied Jared…

You go to scream, and Jasper rushes at you covering your mouth with his hand.

“Wait! Y/N!”

You’re trembling, but you recognize him by his voice now.

He removes his hand, and you speak quietly, “Jasper?”

You slowly close the door behind you…

“W-what is…” You don’t need to finish that, you know what’s happening.

“Wait! Y/N, I’m not… uhg… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” he doesn’t move anymore toward you, he just looks over the body.

He’s not attacking you.

Your brow furrows, maybe you don’t know…?

“What are… You doing? why? I’m so…” confused, but you can’t speak anymore, before tears start falling again.

Jasper wraps his arms around your shaking form, in a loving embrace, not like one of someone that wants more.

You squeeze back… You don’t know why, or how, but you know he doesn’t mean you harm.

“Jasper, whatever you’re doing, please stop… You’re.. Going to get into so much trouble for… This, a-and I’m not worth the trouble…” You shakily push through the tears.

He holds you tighter. “You are, Y/N, you are.”

“You don’t understand, I’m in a lot of deep shit right now… People are… after me. People are using me. People are-”

He kisses you.

Nobody’s ever tried to protect you before.

How did he even get here?

Maybe one of the questions you should be worried about…

How did he know where you are? Is another.

But your too overcome with emotion to think any rational thoughts right now.

Your arms travel upward, twisting around Jasper’s neck.

He picks you up by your sides, your legs hook around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom, and lays you gently on the bed.

You’re still crying, and you continue to embrace him.

His hands wander down to your crotch, he pulls away to look into your eyes, “May I?”

Through blurry eyes you nod, and push forward to kiss him again, harder than he did.

His lips push back into yours, he sighs through his nose.

His fingers hook under your panties and pull them down your legs.

You help kick them off.

He finds your slit and slowly strokes up and down, covering his fingers in your slick.

You moan into him, nothing has ever felt this good, and he hasn’t even started.

You might come already…

Your legs snap shut, locking his hand in place.

He pulls his face back again, studying yours, “It’s okay, just relax, and let it out, pretty…” he coos, his face burying into your neck now.

You shiver, feeling his tongue and his hot breath against your skin.

He smells so nice.

like fresh air.

You slowly try and relax your legs, opening just enough for him to move again.

He tweaks your sensitive bud.

“Mmmm!” You bite your lips hard, your brows so tight together your face almost hurts. You’re holding your breath too and you don’t even notice until your lungs burn.

“shhh. Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he shushes you sweetly. “You’ll be okay. let it all out, f’me”

“J-Jas-perrr…” Your body quakes with your first orgasm.

Nobody’s ever made you come before. It’s almost painful it feels so good.

Your legs snap shut again, and he chuckles quietly. “There, there, Y/N, you did so good, you’re such a good girl,” you feel his smile against your neck. “Can i have my hand back though? I need to do this for you, I wont be able to fit, and I don’t want to hurt you,”

You relax as much as you can, straining yourself as you do. He waits patiently, smiling as you try. you manage to open wider for him than last time, your body still shaking.

From the orgasm yes, and also from fear.

Not from fear of him…

You’re just…

Afraid.

You feel so safe right now, you actually feel fear. You’re terrified. and you don’t know exactly what of.

Maybe you’re afraid of letting your guard down for the first time.

Tears are streaming down your face more rapidly now.

You choke out sobs, “Jas-per… Jas…p-per…”

“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay, i promise, it’ll be okay, pretty, pretty girl.” His thumb oh so gently circles your clit, barely touching you, he can tell how sensitive you are and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He kisses your neck, and dips a finger into your quivering hole. You fight the urge to once again, snap your legs shut, instead trying to spread wider.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kisses you again, even more gently than the last time. “I’m so proud of you,”

You’re biting your lips harder, as more and more tears and sobs leave your body.

He very slowly dips another finger in.

Even after last night the stretch is hard to take at first.

You draw blood from your lips, and his other hand leaves your body to find your mouth, “here, bite me ‘nstead, pretty. I don’t wanna see you hurting’.”

You clench your teeth before you give in, you don’t want to hurt him either, so you instead use your hand to angle his fingers to your lips… You start to suck gently.

“haaaaa” he sighs so contently into your neck, the air tickles and you smile around him. You actually smile!

“I’m so, so proud of you, you’re doing so well,” his voice never raising more than a soft whisper.

Your hair is soaked with your tears now, and your wetting the pillow.

“hmmm” you hum, sucking and licking his fingers.

His other ones remain occupied gently scissoring your open.

Your body shakes as you come again.

“mm-mmmm!”

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, come f’me again, pretty,”

You open wider still, his thumb pulls away so you can come down without over stimulating you, while his fingers continue to work you’re tender quim.

Your brows peak and you squeeze your eyes shut.

He pulls completely away from you, and licks the fingers that where just inside you.

“Here” he says softly, “lemme help you, one second, pretty,” he rips the bottom of his shirt, pulling around his torso.

The sound scares you a little, but you trust him.

“May I?” he hovers it in front of your face looking deep into your eyes for your permission again.

And again, you nod, a little more eagerly this time.

He gently ties the black fabric around your eyes, careful not to pull your hair, or get it stuck in the knot.

You strangely feel more comfortable and your legs relax more easily now.

Your eyes also relax, and you sigh out, You breathe better surprisingly.

“I’m going t’ touch you again, okay?” He waits for you to nod before running just the tips of his fingers all the way up your legs.

They slowly caress you going up to the hem of your shirt, and you feel them tug gently. “m‘kay, pretty, I’m gonna take this off of you too, will you let me see you?”

You ferociously nod this time, trying not to but your lip, remembering before.

“so precious, thank you, pretty…” He slides the fabric slowly up, his fingertips still brushing against your soft skin.

He takes it off of you without touching the blindfold.

You still have a bra, and a skirt on. “W-wait!” you speak up, and he halts completely, a little surprised, but not at all upset.

You sit up so that you can reach behind you and unhook the bra. You cover yourself as you remove it, and your face heats up as it sets in that you’re willingly exposing yourself to someone.

“You’re wonderful,” he whispers awestruck, “So very wonderful. Will you let me look at you?”

Slowly you nod your head, and slowly you remove one hand, then the second. Your fists are clutched so tightly your knuckles have turned white. You turn your head, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, c’mere,” he gently takes your chin into his hand and turns your face back to him, his lips capture yours.

The love he feels pours freely into your soul.

One hand now cups your bare breast, and massages you tenderly.

“mm,” quiet moans leave your body for his.

He continues to kiss you and fondle your skin, his fingers move further up and stop to pinch your nipple.

“Mmm!” you’re surprised by the feeling but it’s so good… Your core heats up to extreme levels.

You rub your legs together this time for more friction, rather than to hide.

He pulls back with a smile. “You’re so perfect.” he says breathily, enraptured by you.

The hand under your chin moves back down ghosting over your body so you know at all times where it’s at.

“Haaaa” Your body twitches as he moves over some spots. “mM!”

“shhhhh, shhhhh, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make everything all alright.” his already soft voice gets even softer with every one of his guarantees.

“O-mmm!-kay” you breathe out effortlessly, finding your voice, and still feeling the pleasure building in your core.

His fingers split into a “v” as they encase your clit and push down, then close slowly as they slide back up with the same force.

Your hips buck up, “Ahh!! mmmm! oh no! no…” you whine.

His smile softens, “do you want me to stop?”

“No! P-please… D-don’t…” you shake your head and grab his arm with both hands.

He dips back inside of you before dragging them all the way back up and he repeats this until you climax again.

You shudder out a sigh, “Th-thank youu…” You whimper.

“Thank you, pretty, you’re givin’ me s’much”

He repositions you both so that your legs fall on either side of him.

You feel him lift your thighs and press them not too uncomfortably closer to your body.

“I’m going to enter you now, is that okay?”

You nod vigorously, “Mmhm! p-please…” You cover your lips with your hands, he lets you, smiling as he admires your every move.

You feel his hot, spongey tip press against your hole. You brace. then he slides it up your slit, before he taps it to your clit. You jump a little and smile back while biting your lip gently this time.

“Good, you’re doin’ s’good f’me” his hips roll, sliding his burning cock up and down your folds.

Your hole twitches around nothing as you come again, as you do he guides the tip into you with an almost *pop*

You inhale while he exhales, both moaning at the sudden sensation.

You squeeze him as your pussy twitches involuntarily. He holds himself there, and presses his hand to your stomach, resting his thumb over your clit.

As you come down he rubs in circles, he slides in at the same time, letting you adjust to his size as he goes.

He bottoms out and you feel fuller than you ever have in your life. “Such a good, good girl.” his voice is a little more strained now, he’s feeling the pleasure just like you are.

His tip kisses your womb.

Gently he pulls out a little bit, before pushing back in, kissing your womb again.

“I’m-gonna cum inside you. Do you want that?” he circles your clit at an even pace.

“Mhm!”

“Use.. Your words, pretty,” he sighs blissfully.

“P-please, Jasper! Cum inside me!” You’ve never wanted anyone to until today. And you want it right now more than anything else in the world.

“Of course, I’ll—fill you up, pretty” He leans down over you and grabs the headboard for more stability.

You feel that he’s closer to you and you reach up blindly to hold him as best you can.

He starts a steady and easy pace to follow, you meet every thrust with your hips.

Every time he enters the pressure against your insides turns hotter and hotter, spinning a coil inside you so tightly you see stars.

He speeds up when he feels you can handle it, and slows down when you get too high.

His dick twitches inside of you and he presses the hardest he has into you yet, you come more powerfully than all the times leading up to this and you cry out his name, “Jasper! oh! oh my, Jasper! Jasper!”

He continues to thrust in a couple more times until you feel his body shudder and your womb is filled to the brim.

“Jas-per! Jas-!” His lips crash against yours he holds the headboard with both hands now, regaining his senses while he remains inside you.

“I love you, Y/N”

[whatitsdecending]

Nazareth: Pt. III

(III x Reader)

Word Count: 3.3k

The aftermath of a disastrous date was fresh on your mind as you needed help from a friend. Later on finding out some news that left you with a lack of empathy in your heart.

Content warning: intentions of SA, injury, mild gruesome descriptions

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Sirens wailed throughout the night as you curled yourself beneath the sheets. They’d been loud for the last hour, something had happened in the city then. You sighed and closed your eyes again, attempting to block out the noise of the sirens and the constant memory of your date tonight.

It was pathetic. The dinner was the only good part of the night. He’d spent loads of money on a fancy meal and bottle of wine, talked you up about his work and yours as well. But it was the slight arrogance that threw you off at first.

That arrogance grew into complete jackassery when he came by to your apartment. You weren’t planning on it exactly, but he had insisted since he had paid for your meal. A part of you wanted to tell him to fuck off right then and there, but you could not figure out how to say it. Or how to defend yourself if he got angry with you for that.

So you let him in.

And it was god awful. A few minutes into the movie you put on and he was all over you, kissing you with such hunger that you knew he was just here to get himself off. You let him kiss you.

And when his hands started to grope at your breasts, you swatted him away and pulled back from the kiss. “You let me into your place and don’t want to have sex?” His voice was laced with anger as he stared you down.

“It wasn’t exactly my intention tonight.” You say, equally as angry.

Flames almost seemed to flare in his eyes at your confession. “You have me pay for the entire meal and you won’t pay me back with sex? Pathetic, you women these days.” He leaned back and shook his head at you.

“You don’t seem to understand how chivalry works.” The only sound in your apartment was the noise from the TV and the blood that boiled in your body. “Please leave.” Your voice was quiet but calm as you moved to get off the couch and head to the door, but his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled hard. Hard enough you felt a small pop in your shoulder and you fell to the floor.

He was on top of you in seconds. You pushed at his chest as he kept trying to kiss you, but you didn’t let him get close. Your shoulder aches at the strain as his weight was too much.

Taking a deep breath and quick glance to your legs, you realized he was even more of an idiot for leaving you the space to kick him where it’ll hurt most. So you did.

His cry of pain echoed through your apartment and you swiftly rolled out from under him, grabbing the closest thing you could use as a weapon and waiting for him to do anything.

“Get the fuck out.” You yelled, pointing the heavy snow globe at him. He was still doubled over in pain and clutching his manhood as he groaned.

He looked up at you. “Why would you do that?”

“Why would I do that?” Your vision turned red as you stared at this pathetic man. “Your intentions were evil you asshole, now get the fuck out before I make it so you can’t have any children.” You gripped the snow globe in your hand as you prepared to aim the thing right for his head in case he tried to attack you again.

But he crawled slowly to the door, making a scene of opening it and then leaving. The second his foot was out the door you ran to it and slammed it shut, locking it quickly before he could barge back in. “Jesus Christ.” You breathed as you leaned against the door. Did that really just fucking happen?

You sighed and put the snow globe back on the shelf you grabbed it from and flicked the lights off in the room, turning the TV off as well. Your feet felt heavy as you trudged into your bedroom, turning on that light and going to the bathroom. Your shoulder throbbed as you observed it in the mirror. The fucker pulled it out of its socket. You searched for the nearest towels so you could figure a way to put it back into its socket. And also one you can bite down on.

Back in school you used to have to do this a lot because of the sports you forced yourself to play, so it wasn’t anything you weren’t new to. And it wasn’t anything you were rushing yourself to the hospital for.

You took a deep breath once you had it set to pull back in and did a hard maneuver, one that usually put it right back into place but your shoulder did not budge. You groaned in frustration and tried again, a little harder this time, but all you got out of it was shooting pain through your arm and upper back. What the hell did he do to you?

It was too late to go out especially with that man still out there and knowing where you lived. The hospital can fix it in the morning.

So you just wrapped your shoulder and took some medicine for the pain, sliding into your bed and trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

That was useless and still was as you stared at your ceiling in the dark. The medicine didn’t work at all after the few hours since you’d taken it, your shoulder only throbbed under the wrap you put around it. So you reached over to where your phone lay, growing restless at the pain and inability to find comfort. You pulled up your messages and texted your only friend in this damned city, not knowing whether they would answer at this hour.

You: I know it’s really late but I could use your help right now, please come as soon as you can if you’re up.

You stared at the message and waited, waited for some type of response. But you got nothing.

Twenty minutes later and you were about to give up and just lay back down when the doorbell rang. You flew out of bed and ran haphazardly through the dark to the door. You unlocked it and swung it open, III’s worried eyes greeted you.

He took in your face and then noticed the wrap on your shoulder and the bruise that was starting to stretch across your skin. “What the hell happened?” His voice was low and stern. You just beckoned him inside and closed the door behind him, locking it quickly. His presence was a comfort in the dark after the events of the night, you couldn’t thank the universe enough that he was awake and saw your message.

“What happened, Y/N.” He said again, this time brushing your hand with his.

“I need you to help me put my shoulder back into its socket.” You say, moving back to your bathroom.

He followed close behind you. “Back into your socket? Y/N seriously, what the hell happened and why are you injured?” You didn’t answer him as you flicked on the bathroom lights, not giving yourself a chance to adjust to the sudden change of lighting. “Don’t fucking ignore me.” He put his hand on your lower abdomen and stopped you from moving, gently pressing his body against your back. He turned you to face him and lifted your head with his fingers so you looked directly into his eyes. “Did someone do this to you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you saw the darkness that filtrated his eyes. “Yes.”

“Who.”

“The man I had the date with earlier.” You whispered, like he was out there and somehow listening to every word you said to III.

“What happened.” His eyes flashed with anger and an unsettling calm rested over his features. You swallowed hard and began to explain everything. He never stopped holding your gaze with his own, nodding every so often as you talked. He almost seemed to shake with anger when you got to the part of the man attempting to pin you to the floor, the intentions you knew that he had.

“So please just help me put this back into place.” You whimpered as pain shot through you again. He wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes as you told him what occurred, and he just motioned for you to go by the sink. You took a few steps to where the counter was and he gripped your hips, lifting you up and sitting you on the cool surface.

“Don’t hate me for how much this will hurt.” He said as he slowly unwrapped the patchwork job you did earlier.

You nodded. “It’s okay, this is a pain I’m used to as well.” He only raised his brow in questions and you shook your head. “Later. Just get this over and done with.” You took deep breaths as he rested his hands on your shoulder. “Okay so lift my arm-”

“I know how to put a shoulder back into its socket.” He said, and before you knew it, that painful pop rattled through your body and then the sudden relief that always followed hit you. “You okay?” He kept his hands on your elbows to steady you on the counter.

“Yes.” You sighed. “Thank you.” III just nodded as he stepped to the other sink and grabbed the glass you kept by it, filling it with cool water and handing it to you. “Should I even ask how you know how to pop a shoulder back into the socket?”

“Should I ask you why it’s normal for you?” He pried back. You stared up at him from your spot on the counter, neck craning back as he still towered over you in this position.

“Childhood things.” You took a sip of the water and set the glass on the counter.

“Childhood ‘things’. Yeah alright.” He stood leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.

You raised your brow. “I’m not going to tell you about my whole childhood right now.” He nodded and turned his head to look towards your bedroom. It was silent now, the sirens had stopped a little while ago just before III arrived. You huffed a sigh and hopped off the counter, sauntering out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for a snack.

You shuffled through all that was in your pantry, not much snack wise but some cereal wouldn’t hurt. You poured a little in two bowls, setting them both on the table and waiting for III to come into the kitchen.

He came in as you started spooning the cereal into your mouth. “In case you were hungry.” You said, pointing at the bowl with the spoon. A smile quirked up on his lips as he took the seat across from you and took a bite.

The two of you ate in silence. After fighting the pain in your shoulder, you were starving, but eating a full meal at this time would’ve been regretful later on.

You finished and put your dishes in the sink, III following as he finished. You stared out the window over the sink that faced the alleyway, a shiver ran down your spine as the thought of that man being out there raced through your mind. You blew out a breath and took in a deep one. You had to stay calm, everything will be okay… right?

“Are you going to be alright?” His voice clouded your thoughts as if he could pick through them and hear what you were thinking.

You sniffed back tears that were threatening to form. “Could you stay the night?” You faced him, the look on his face almost sending the tears flowing down your face. “I’m just… scared he could come back.”

He nodded. “I’ll stay.” His voice was soft as he motioned for you to follow. You shuffled back to your room and climbed into bed, undoing the other side of it for him to sleep in. “No it’s okay, I can sleep on the couch.” He said when he came back from turning off your bathroom light.

“No.” You say. “Please stay here with me.” It was pathetic sounding, the plea for your friend to share your bed with you. Especially when it was decided that you’d always be friends but with a little more in your relationship.

III just nodded, turning to the door and closing it gently before he climbed in next to you. You turned onto your good side, avoiding irritation to your shoulder and watched as he settled in next to you. He was calm. And you needed that rock to grasp on to when your anxiety was rocketing through your body. So, you stretched your arm out to him and laid your fingers against his warm skin. He glanced at the touch and then looked at you, a question lingering in his eyes.

“Thank you for coming to help me.” You said, squeezing his arm gently.

He put his opposite hand on top of yours. “It’s the least I could do.” You smiled as the exhaustion hit you, your eyes pulling close as you tried to keep them open. “Get some sleep, Y/N. Everything will be okay now.” Your eyes were closed now and the feeling of III’s hand over yours became distant as sleep took over your body.

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The sun was warm on your back as you opened your eyes. The bed was empty next to you and you reached to where III had laid. Did he leave? Maybe he had to get to the studio and do something band related…

You sat up and stretched, wincing at the light ache in your shoulder as you did so. It had almost slipped your mind, but had to remind you of course. You looked at your phone and cringed at the time, midafternoon already.

It took a lot of effort to actually get out of bed. At this point you just wanted to lay there all day and rot, but one whiff of your body and you needed to get up and shower.

You stumbled into the bathroom and ignored your reflection in the mirror, stripping yourself of your pajamas and getting into the shower as quickly as possible. The warm water felt heavenly on your healing shoulder as you stood there. You let it soothe the rest of your body, your muscles tight from the stress of the night. You took a couple of deep breaths and pried your mind off of those events, trying to not cause a panic while you showered.

After a while you stepped out, drying yourself a bit before wrapping yourself in your fuzzy robe. You hugged yourself tight as you stepped out of the bathroom, stomach grumbling as you headed to your kitchen for food.

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the arches of the kitchen and you stopped in your tracks. He did not…

You walked into the kitchen and saw III setting out plates on the table, bacon sizzling on a plate on the counter and eggs still cooking in a pan. He noticed you walking in and smiled. “Good afternoon, hope you’re hungry.” You stared at him from where you stood. “Everything okay?”

“I thought you left.” You said as you took a seat.

“No, I got up before you did and decided to make you some breakfast since I knew you’d be starving when you woke up.” He motioned to the food behind him. “Hope you’re good with bacon and eggs, that’s really the only breakfast food I know how to prepare.”

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your mouth. “Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you III.” He grinned as he set eggs and bacon on a plate, then placed it down in front of you. The feeling of your heart swelling at his kindness suddenly became overwhelming and you quickly shoved it down. You could not let that happen. He’s your friend, and friends do kind things like this all the time. You had a shit night and he was just trying to make you feel better. That’s it.

You ate quietly, the muffled sounds of the city below the only sound in the space. It wasn’t the best thing you’d ever had but you gave him credit for trying and shoved it into your mouth as if it was some gourmet meal.

“I’ve got the dishes, don’t worry.” He said as he took your plate to the sink after you finished. You watched as he began rinsing the plates and loading the dishwasher, deciding to get up and see what was on the TV. You flipped the channels and stopped on the local news channel when something caught your attention.

“Breaking news, a body was found dismembered and stuffed into a dumpster in a secluded alleyway just near the north side of the city…” Your stomach dropped and nausea filled your body as the picture and name of the victim popped up on the screen; your date from last night. “…Officials are looking into this matter and are asking for any further information to help identify the person who did this.”

All those sirens last night… those must’ve been for this. You sank to the couch as your body went numb. III had come out of the kitchen at some point and watched the report with you. The news switched to a commercial and you took a deep breath.

“God…” The first word you’d spoken since you turned to that channel. “That’s just- I can’t…” The nausea roiled through you as you tried to piece together something to say. III rested his hand on your lower back and rubbed it in circles to soothe your body.

“Should I feel relieved?” You whispered after a while. “Like is it wrong that a part of me feels relief?” You toyed with the rope of your robe, digging your fingers into the soft fabric. This feeling in your heart was strange. Your mind told you to have empathy, to feel bad for this man’s family that he was killed. But your heart told you the opposite. He tried to hurt you in more ways than one, would it be so wrong to be relieved?

He pulled you into his side and held you close. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing, Y/N. I just think…” He paused and took a deep breath. “I think it’s just going to take some time for you to understand what to feel. I mean, you had a traumatic experience last night. And with some strange coincidence, the man who caused that for you is dead.” You nodded at his words. Appreciating that he knew what to say to you and it calmed your nerves, the nausea finally subsiding as you took a deep breath.

“Thank you.” You whispered. He responded by pressing a gentle kiss to your head and rubbing your arm.

And so for the rest of the day he stayed with you. Cracking those stupid jokes he came up with to make you smile. You realized it wasn’t just a relief of that man being gone for good, but a relief that you had III to fall back on when things went to shit.

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 02

Dear Namjoon | KNJ ✧ Pairing: Kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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waking up I notice it's already three in the afternoon.

"i should get something to eat" getting up i walk to the bathroom to wash up, I walk into my room again taking my shirt off. looking into my suitcase for something to wear.

the door suddenly opens with my dad entering the room oblivious to me getting changed "y/n we were thinking of-" he stops as he walks past the wall that blocked view into the room

"you have to knock!" i yell as he quickly turns around and walks out the room

"this man" i sigh, grabbing a tank top and black leggings.

"i'm use to just walking into rooms" you hear your dads voice as he sighs

"yeah but it's different now, she's a girl" jimin whisper yells at him. you walk into the living room and both of them turn to look at you

"sorry, i didn't mean to just barge in like that" he stands and look your way

"it's fine...just knock before entering" you look at both of them

they both nod and jimin elbows your dads arms

"we were thinking it would be nice to go out and eat, since it's your first day here" jimin wiggles his eyebrows as he looks at you

"ok sure, i'll just go get my bag" you laugh at how stupid he looks, you walk towards the stares when your dad calls our your name

turning back you look at him "yes?"

"can...can you change into something else" he rubs his neck

"what?"

"your outfit?"

"yeah? what about it" you look at yourself, the fuck. i look fine.

"something more decent"

and does words shocked you. your facial expression right now could cause you to have permanent wrinkles. this bitch left me for ten years and thinks he can act all dad and tell me what to wear

"decent?"

"dad..." jimin sighs

"hmm, your right. maybe i should put shoes on. it was kinda cold out" you smile and walk upstairs

fuck you old man

you hear them discussing between each other once more as you come down stairs. you had thrown a small cardigan on, but you aren't gonna change only cause he said so. fuck that.

"let's go" you smile at both of them

your dad just looks at you as he grabs his jacket and walks towards the door sighing. jimin shakes his head, but still walks to you apologizing but you just shrug.

"this is gonna be a long three years" you roll your eyes

jimin gives you a sorry look, he didn't understand why you both cant just sit down and talk the past like maybe then you guys can start fresh.

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you all sat down, and ordered food. he didn't talk at all. you all came to a Mexican restaurant. honestly it was your first time eating Mexican food, so jimin said you should try something called Pozole.

once the food came, jimin did most of the talking with you. he would occasionally answer questions jimin asked him but he wouldn't say anything else.

"y/n" he puts his hands on the table and looks at you "i'm sorry alright, i don't know how i should act or what i should do when it comes to you"

interesting, he doesn't even apologize directly for what he did, jimin kicks you under the table side glancing dad as if telling you to not be a bitch and answer

"just treat me like you treat jimin. don't worry all the hard steps of raising a girl were already taken cared of" you continue to eat and jimin slaps his forehead

"oh but that still means you have to knock before entering"

"y/n...."

"look..what i wear doesn't matter, say something when i'm walking butt naked out the house"

"i don't care what you wear, i just want people to respect you. not cat call you or look at you as if they..." he rubs his temple

"respect me? so i need to dress like some nun to be respected? maybe if someone cat calls me or looks at me a certain way. i would expect you to speak up or beat his ass not look at me as if it's my fault. why do i need to change" you cross your arms and lean back

"it doesn't need to get to that if on-"

"if only parents taught their sons to not be nasty dogs" you finish his sentence before he says anything else

"i'm not one of your office workers, i'm not gonna dress up every time i go out. or when i'm suppose to be in a house where i should feel safe. if you are inviting someone over and tell me i should change to something more decent then they shouldn't be in the house"

jimin grabs your hand, squeezing it. "ok y/n..."

"you're right, i'm sorry"

my heart is beating so damn fast, this adrenaline. is it hot in here or is it just me.

you feel as if your throat is getting sore and it's getting hard to swallow. you touch your throat and look down to the food "what the fuck is in this" you spit out the rest that was in your mouth into a napkin

"what?" jimin looks at you

"your neck" your dad gets up quickly walking to you. you take off your cardigan and he sees hives all around your neck and behind your ears

"what are you allergic to?"

"what? i don't have any allergies" jimin hands you water "fuck i'll call the ambulance"

"jimin it's getting hard to breathe" you keep your hand on your neck

"hold on"

at this point everyone is looking at you and whispering amongst themselves

"fuck, i guess i lied dad. mom missed a step" you try to laugh only hating yourself as it hurts you to laugh he doesn't laugh or react to your joke at all, keeping a concerned face the entire time.

"um excuse me " a lady walks up to you guys with something in her hand "my song has allergies too and well i always carry a epi pen with me. if you don't mind i can give inject you" she shows the pen in her hand

"epi pen?" you wince as you talk

"can you? that'll be great" jimin tells the lady

"wait what the fuck is that" you look at jimin

"it's gonna help the swelling from your throat and hives go away" your dad tells the lady that it's fine and she walks up to you. what the fuck this lady i don't even know is gonna inject me with some fucking pen

"it won't hurt i promise" she smiles

and you look at jimin giving him a look that says 'once i get better i'm killing you'

your dads hand is on your shoulder as he squeezes it. pulling out your chair from the table you

i know i might look tough and i can talk shit but i cry easily. i'm a fucking softy, what the fuck. you feel your eyes tear up.

"want me to count"

"ma'am please just do it " you look away

she didn't lie, it didn't hurt. it hurt more how she just slammed it into my thigh.

and instantly you feel the relief on your throat. "holy shit, thanks" you smile at the lady

"no problem, you should probably take a test and see what your allergic to" she smiles, handing the used epi pen to my dad telling him to wait for the ambulance since you still need to be checked

"shit..." you clear your throat a couple of times

"what? is it coming back?" he asks

"no, i'm just thinking this is a shitty first day here" you laugh again

the ambulance got there and you were taken to the nearest hospital. to just be monitored for six hours. they both stayed there and well, you told them you hadn't eaten the meat from the bowl so we all concluded that i was allergic to hominy, the white corn in the pozole.

------

we got back home late as fuck. jimin was laughing at me for being allergic to a certain type of corn

"shut up because of you wanting to eat different food i almost died" i slap his arm, as we both walk upstairs. my dad said he was gonna call my mom to tell her what happened.

"are you feeling better though?"

nodding i touch my neck "way better actually" you give him a thumbs up

"good enough for school tomorrow?" you just nod, following him into his room. flopping onto his bed

"oh and your car got here today" he hands you the keys that were on his desk

"ooo my car, thanks" mom didn't want me driving all the way here so she got someone else to bring my car

"are we going together to school tomorrow?" he picks up his guitar from the stand and sits on his chair "nah, i drive my motorcycle. unless you wanna go with me"

"yeah no" he starts to play a melody, laughing at your immediate rejection

"hows the band doing?"

"they are doing good, excited to meet you for sure. finally able to put a face to park y/n" he chuckles

"righttttt"

"we have a show tomorrow night, wanna come?"

"yeah why not"

"dope, i'll send you the address tomorrow"

you stay in the room silent, but just enjoying the music jimin was playing.

and you fell asleep

----

Jimin Pov

y/n fell asleep not long after she had laid down. i was thinking of waking her up so she'd go to her room but she was sleeping so peaceful and it was nice seeing my little sister here in my room hanging out. instead i covered her and turned off the light, wanting to go tell dad what a horrible job he did

her phone rings before i leave the room, but she didn't wake up. picking up her phone i see it's mom. so i take the phone and walk out the room

"hello? y/n oh my god baby how are you. are you okay? your dad told me what happened" he spoke so fast

"hey mom it's jimin, y/n's sleeping" my mom kept in touch with me way more than dad did with y/n. i always felt bad when my mom would have me over for a weekend and sometimes a whole week and y/n only saw dad on my birthday or holidays when ever we all got together

"oh its my sweet jimin, how are you"

"i'm good, y/n is fine now. she scared the shit out of both of us but she's ok" i chuckle, thinking of the joke she said in mid of everything

my mom sighs "maybe this was a bad idea, should i have her come with me?"

"what? come on mom, this wasn't anyones fault. she just had never eaten that and well she's allergic"

"your right. sorry i'm just freaking out for no reason. how's it going between both of them"

"well shit, let me tell you" i open y/n's door and walk in to avoid my dad hearing

"alright mom, so dad was late to get y/n cause he was freaking out about her room being perfect. and then he walked into her room without knocking. but right after that she come down and he told her if she could change to something more decent"

"he said what?"

"okok i know it sounds bad but he meant well. i don't side with him, you know fuck men who think with their dick...shit sorry for my language"

my mom laughs "don't worry jimin, go on"

"well anyways, she went at him while we ate. and when they finally cleared shit up she got the allergy reaction. but she told dad before that to not worry that all the steps of raising a daughter were taken care of. so while her throat was swollen she told dad sorry that you missed a step" she was laughing as i told her what you had said

"oh my, poor of your dad he must be so nervous"

"mom you and dad are friends right?"

"best friends...honey it's just that...it's like having the right person but at the wrong time" she sighs

"i'm glad y/n is better now, tell her i called ok"

"yeah i'll tell her"

like y/n says thats all bullshit on a stick. i go wash up before going back to my room, y/n was in the same position sleeping soundly

i get into the bed and pull the blanket to get some "goodnight little sister"

[regulusarcturusblvck]

Chapter One

REGULUS’ POV

Another argument between James Potter and Severus Snape, of course, led us all to the bathroom. I'd only followed to monitor my brother, Sirius, who now stands in the middle of all of us. I stay on the sidelines. Barty Crouch Jr blocks the door, but he doesn't do a good job. Unfortunately, none of us realized how terrible of a job he was doing until a girl catches our attention, barging her way into our affairs.

"Where is he?!" We hear the girl yell, causing Barty to spin around.

"Never you mind-" Barty tries, but fails.

She shoves her way past him and marches in, I normally wouldn't think twice, except that she's now in the boys room. I know exactly who she is, Nyx Crowley, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She's the princess of Slytherin, and cunning enough to destroy the entire world. Ive heard horrid stories of her family, and all rumors lead to a dreadful accusation that she may be more vile than the dark lord himself. A monster, the public calls her, along with every other Crowley. Her elder brother attended Hogwarts, but he never graduated, joining the dark arts instead...just like their father. I would ask her personally, but I've never spoke to her, though we've both been in House Slytherin since first year, ironically we arrived the same year. She keeps an odd assortment of friends, refusing to be linked to too many purebloods, I assume to rebel against her own bloodline. She is however known to mock anyone that isn't a pureblood, contradicting herself. She usually remains quiet and reserved, though now is a different story.

"Hey, you can't be in here" Barty argues with her.

"Shut up!" She spits, marching her way to us. She shoves James backwards and pushes Severus behind her, staring up at James. "Are you all right, Severus?" She questions, not being bothered to look at him.

"Listen here, little girl-" James began.

"No you listen, Pottah!" She spits, emphasizing the P. "The best thing you can do is grab your books and return to class"

"You really need a little girl defending you?" He smirks at Severus.

"Don't speak to him" she demands, earning James's attention. "This is now between you and me. Severus, go to class"

"I can't just leave you in here alone with them" he worries. "You're outnumbered"

"Oh, it's them you should worry about. Go on"

"My wand, he has my wand"

"I'll retrieve that"

"As you wish" he sighs, reluctantly leaving. He gave Sirius a look, and Sirius gave him a subtle nod, I assume to let him know she'll be all right. The moment he left, she swings at James, but Barty grips her arms and holds her back. I feel my body tense in concern for her.

"Listen to me-" James begins.

"Did I say you could speak?" She scoffs at him, tugging at her arms. "Now I understand it's hard for you to see someone actually capable of using talent for achieving all that was handed to you, and you're scared because he's better than you, but how dare you stoop so low as to pick on someone"

"Me stoop low? That's rich, coming from a Crowley. Did you think we'd forget what your traitor brother did?"

"He's still better than you"

"He burned half this school"

"At least he didn't torture innocent students daily"

"Stop meddling in our business"

"The next time you go after him, I'll bloody your nose. Understand?"

"Why don't you do it now then? Unless your scared"

"A Crowley scared of some filthy little Potter?! Don't be so stupid"

"You can't fight a girl" Sirius says. "Leave it be"

"No, she's so brave, let her do something"

"You don't want me to do something" she stares at him.

"Let her go, let's all move on before something happens that we can't repair" Sirius tries. Barty agrees, letting go of her arms.

"Wait until Lily hears about this" she spits.

She starts to walk away when James grips her wrist, jerking her back to him. I step closer, refusing to let him fight her. She shoves him back, but he grips her collar and pulls her closer. I grip his wrist, placing a hand on her back in case he shoves her.

"Let her go" I stare.

"Regulus-" he began.

"I said to remove your hand from her" I demand.

He stares at me for a moment before letting her go. I let go of him and wrap my arm around her to walk her out. The moment we reached the corridor, she rips herself from my touch.

"The next time your hands find their way to me, will be the very last time that you have hands. Is that clear?" She snarls at me.

"Very" I sigh, clearly she isn't one for contact.

"Good" she nods.

"I'm Reg-"

"Regulus Black, we all know all about you and your filthy family history. I'd delve into the insults I could spew solely off your family legacy, but it's too much for me to tell in a single day"

"And you are Nyx Crowley. Your beautiful family history of thievery, sly tricks and dark magic is far worse than the tales of my house"

"Messe" she nods.

"So, James can't bully people but you can?"

"You're whole little crew deserves it. Severus doesn't...well, at least not from him"

"How is that fair?"

"Because at least I mock them for being mudbloods, not because of some little crush. It's pathetic and a total embarrassment"

"Do you know the entire story?"

"I'm walking away now"

"I take that as a no?"

"Do you know the entire story, Black? I didn't think so"

"Well it's been lovely" I sighed sarcastically.

"Don't lie to me" she teases, walking away from me.

"There you are" Sirius says, walking out and placing a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Grand" I nod, looking at him.

"Did she say something to you?"

"Nothing bad"

"Watch her, you remember what her brother did"

"Doesn't mean she will"

"Don't defend her, you don't know her"

"Don't judge her, you don't know her"

"Regulus-"

"I've got to get to potions class, I'll see you later" I say, walking away.

I'm extremely late for class, and I can only pray it would be an easy class today.

Only potions class wouldn't be any easier than dealing with that whole fiasco.

[spuddlespud]

Find the Word/Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by:

@inkspellangel 💜: home, pick, why & around

@aohendo 💜: draw, bank, bow, bass, and cow

@talesofsorrowandofruin 💜: mild, money, music, memory and margin

@talesofsorrowandofruin 💜: maybe, perhaps, possibly and likely

I tag: @winterandwords @eccaiia @blind-the-winds @primroseprime2019 @sillyliterature @btranscrolls @littlepatchofhell @late-to-the-fandom @justnerdy15

Your words are: burn, big, blunt, beg

Home - Untitled Werewolf WIP

She shuffled her way back home, her tail, both figuratively and literally, between her legs.

Pick -A Short Way to An Angry AI

Deciding to just repeat the same refrain after she realised she'd forgotten the other lyrics meant that Sadie soon picked up Celeste's version of the song, her singing voice perfectly on tune but with a metallic quality to it.

Why - Untitled Werewolf WIP

"He is. He's not going to be in the mood for it today though."

Mutt grinned. "Why do you think I've dragged myself in today."

She could tell Darius was holding back a smile, even as he rolled his eyes.

Around - A Short Way to An Angry AI

Riley glared at her as they barged past to the bathroom, noticeably the only room on the ship the AI did not have access to.

Celeste looked around the galley for clues. "What put them in such a foul mood?"

Draw - Old Inn Door

The rest of the week dragged by. It wasn't exactly the cosy homecoming a young woman could have asked for. First there was all the settling back in to do, cases to unpack, bedrooms to air out, baths to be drawn.

Bank - A Workers Guide to Demonology

The door mocks me. Okay, plan number two. To be honest, I don't really know what to do. Food seems appealing but I don't have any money and I have no idea how to withdraw from Ellie's bank account.

Bass -none

Cow - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat

An almost imperceptible meow came from under the tree, and he saw Midnight's coal black fur where the cat was cowering.

Mild - none

Money - A Workers Guide to Demonology

You'd think I'd have something better to do with my evening, but many human 'experiences' in England cost money which I am sorely lacking in, and it is exceptionally hard to convince customer service workers that I am a credible physical threat when I am in this small body and in a flowery dress.

Music - A Short Way to An Angry AI

"Don't you dare!"

"Initiating music system, 99 Trumpets of..."

"Right I'm up. I'm up." Riley yelled, their syllables short and tense.

Memory - Old Inn Door

Why had the highwayman given this to her, surely that was the opposite of what any self respecting robber would do. She thought maybe he had made a mistake in the darkness, but the memory of his chuckle stayed in her head. She fell asleep clutching the chain in her hand.

Margin - none

Maybe - A Workers Guide to Demonology

A hangover, huh. Maybe I'm not dying after all.

Perhaps - Old Inn Door

Bess refused to step down, standing her ground against the man's cold stare and stale breath, trying to broadcast her innocence through her eyes. "I don't know, Sir. It could be our fireplace perhaps, it's been a little blocked lately."

Possibly - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas

"Hmmm." The noise came as a loud rumble from the dragon's chest, even making the ground under Saph's boots tremble. The dragon let the silence hang for a minute before he reverted to the telepathic system that dragons found more civilised "And what could you possibly have to offer me?"

Likely - A Workers Guide to Demonology

I don't dare to go back inside, it isn't likely to help me with Mission Alpha. I'm also not positive I know how to work a key into a lock. Not that I couldn't do it. I just don't want to seem like I don't know what I'm doing.

[storiesbythelake]

RIOT - MICROSTORY

    "Herschall, Herschall!"

An old raspy voice dinging inside the mind of 77 year old Herschall J. Brown. Who's currently a resident of Shady Sun Retirement/Senior Care home. Even after 40 years as a waste manager, retiring with only 20% of his pension, beliefs of death in the distance waiting for him & also haven't seen his favorite son since 2013 of his admission. The only thing  more he found more disturbing at the end of days, just passing through the threshold of his doorway. William M. Oats, the only white friend he's truly ever had.

      "Herschall!" Said William as Herschall feels the roars from him approaching. "Herschall, turn the television on!"

     William barging into Herschall's assign room. Almost slamming the door behind as he was out of breath. William reach for a chair, sat down and appointed Herschall to turn on the TV. A crooked grind came across Herschall's face. The same crooked grind stared down William thinking "Lucky white boy" while progressing his remote towards the television set.

       "Which channel?"

       "Any news channel, my friend." William said with a sigh of remorse. Hesitating to utter his next sentence, William said.

       "A..America has gone maad."

The television came on, playing the ending credits to an Sanford & Son episode.  A few pushes from the channel button on came The CNN Network. Destruction was on full display on the screen. Camera shots of all major cities from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. All the inner city neighbors were becoming a wasteland. Downtown areas & populated avenues provided miles of local stores being destroyed and ran sack through. Police vehicles on fire brighten up every other block. Debris became a mixture with missing pairs of clothes and soon discovered dollar bills. Blood & sweat from looters breaking skin to open doors, locked security gates and windows.  Mashing teeth to flaunt aggression or diseased from a exciting smile for more despair. Hoards of people robbing, stealing & also causing violence for material items or towards one another. Damages that won't be fixed until months later and some beyond recovery. Not only did the police lost control of its authority, the people lost control as well.  This is what happening all in the eyes of Herschall and William. Herschall pulled his attention to the news headliner.

                RIOTS ACROSS AMERICA.

        VIRAL VIDEO DRAWING QUESTIONS

                     FOR THE DEATH OF

                   ANOTHER BLK TEEN.

     The news anchors voices were soon blocked out by Herschall. The images of the TV stunned him so much he could barely speak. Hand steadily twitching as the remote fell through his palm and fingers. Thinking straighten up, man. You're having a shortage of breath. Don't die like this from staring at the portrait of carnage on the Television.

     "It's maad isn't it?" Asked William.

     "Why is this happening?" Herschall responding with his heartening question.         "Why get upset at some dumb young nigga dying by the police. This been happening since I was a boy."

     "Those niggas are your people." William said as his rebuttal.

     "Not now, William."

     "I'm just sayin' that.."

     "Saying what!?" yelled Herschall "What are you trying to say!!?"

  William hesitated to answer from wanting to make a sad moment funny. A word even Herschall found funny when he said that word and speaking his truth.

  What William thought was whatever he said next may effect thier friendship.  But a conversation amongst men, holding from personal and emotional opinions shouldn't change the two from being friends. William swallowed the ball of spit that was hanging in back of his throat, took a slight breath to follow up Herschall's inquiry.

     "You once told me there's a difference between a black man & a nigga."

     "You can stop saying it, motherfucka!" Herschall screamed with an aggressive tone from his bold angry voice. Which  carried an volume to bring people in  eavesdropping.

      "Let you feel like you're black for five seconds and now you think since we're 'friends' & we're old you can say it now? Still without consequences? Yes, I did say there's a difference."

      William looked at Herschall as soon as he finished his words. William felt ultimately disrespected just to say

      "Let me feel like I'm black?"

     William was feeling different towards Herschall. Also noticing Herschall being different towards him. William tighten his face  with frustration,  aimed his view point back to Herschall to respond to his question.

       "Honestly Herschall, I wouldn’t want to be black even if my kids  & grandchildren was to be killed. From how much you complain, being black must be the worst thing to be in this world. No race respects ya’ll, not even your own kind respect you. Just what this TV is showing, is the lack of respect that ya’ll 'black folks' have for your own community. Ya’ll cries 'bout gun violence but the top race that leads its same ethic crimes, black-on-black crime. Any and every white person, old or young is somehow racist! There's racist people but all day and every moment throughout the day calls each other nigga.  Which makes ya’ll hypocrites! Trying to tell the world, we turned it into a good thing. Then why get mad and call each other dumb as nigga or bitch ass nigga? Last time I checked,  my ancestors created that word for ya’ll. Those same ancestors ya’ll hate. All ya’ll women are called bitches. Fucking four-legged female dogs!? Not one black person can speak english without using slang. Tryin' tell me that's how the hood niggas talk. No! And it's not talking like 'White People' It's either you can speak english or not! Poverty,  drug abuse,  single mother homes, pregnant teens. There's more reasons why I will never want to be black, just beyond that."

         Herschall stood up with his fist clinch tighter than vice grips. Aim his angry stare at William and said.

        "You racist piece of shit!"

        "How can I be racist!?" William quickly snapping back with his response.  "And you want to know a secret about me, Herschall!?"

        William walked towards the window,  slowly crouched down and stood back up hands on his knees. Gasping for breath after spewing a pool of words over Herschall.  William straighten up, standing upwards eyeing the late afternoon sunrise. Cleared the fluids from his nose & mouth with one swipe of hand across his face.  He enchanted an heavy sigh of breath to say what secret he was holding from Herschall.

       "You know that young girl that comes sees me. You thought she was mixed with black and I said no,  Dominican? I lied. She's my daughter I abandoned, her mother was black. I was ashamed and wasn't ready to become a father. Her mother died before she turned 5. Fortunately I was there to pick up the pieces."

         "..Hahahahaha" Herschall laughing hysterically.  Pointing at William as a 6th grader would to a class clown.

         "You think I'm a joke!?"

         "No."

         "No?"

         "Haha..no matter how much plythe you have with my people. Your opinion of us is your truth, but not reality. Regardless of all the details you're living proof of a hyprocrite, William. You're no friend cause now I see the real you. All out on display only for these eyes to witness. But you know why you think black people like that..? America is built on..ahh."

          Herschall reached for his chest. William charging at Herschall for support & health.  Herschall has an innocent look upon his face. William & Herschall sharing the same pace of tears. Herschall legs gives out, the pain is too strong. William's tears starting to pour eruptly. Herschall's heart is self-destructing. While William went running for help and answers, Herschall was dying alone. Herschall would say God is calling him home. William would say the evils of death is all around us. Hopefully none of us are at fault.

[thefangirlthatwaited]

The City of Dreams and Crow's (Chapter 21) - A Destiny Universe Story

Uldren Sov x Original Character

I channelled my psychic power to one big telekinesis hit that sent him flying across the alleyway.

“What-? he stuttered, trying to figure out what happened. Then, without moving a muscle, I lifted and pinned him to the wall by his throat. “You psychotic bitch.” He hissed, trying to kick free. 

“You are going to regret this,” I growled as my hold around his throat tightened, and his skin went from a healthy blue to purple. 

“AURORA!” someone yelled, and I dropped him before I turned to see my brother and Uldren approaching me. I blinked a few times as my vision continued to blur. Shit, I used too much of my power.

“Help her,” I whispered, pointing to the girl sobbing on the ground. 

Jolyon rushed to her side to examine her. “I need to take her to a hospital. Can you handle Aurora and-” my brother paused, glaring at Rahil on the ground coughing. “and that thing.” he growled. 

Uldren nodded as Jolyon picked up the girl and ran off. I pulled out of Uldren’s grip, walking away before I hurt him. “Aurora! Wait till the Corsairs arrive.” 

“I can’t,” I groaned as voices filled my head—the voices of people all around me. I had overused my power, and now I was getting feedback from everything.

I didn’t know how far I could make it before it all became too much, and I fell to the ground, hands covering my ears in the hopes of blocking out the noise. 

“Where is she? She couldn’t have gotten that far.” Uldren’s voice came in the clearest, meaning he was close by. The next thing I knew, he was leaning in front of me, looking worried. “Aurora,” 

I put my hand up to stop him. “Leave before I hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Aurora, what do you mean?” But it was too late. All of that psychic energy building inside my head burst free, and Uldren fell to the ground, groaning in pain. All my thoughts were being poured into his head—all my secrets. After a few minutes, he pulled himself off the ground, panting in pain. 

“I did warn you,” I whispered, pulling myself up. Everything I wanted to hide from the word, Uldren knew it all. 

“Aurora,” he whispered, but I shook my head. 

“I don’t wanna hear it. All I want is to go home. Can you help me walk?” 

“I can. Where do you live?” 

“Around the corner.” He nodded, putting my arm around his shoulder as I led him to my house. Once inside, I let him go and stumble to my bathroom before slamming the door shut behind me. I sank to the ground, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears fell. Everything I’d hidden from the world is now laid bare in front of Uldren—the one person who could ruin it all.

Done feeling sorry for myself, I jumped into the shower quickly to wash the night’s events before grabbing my discarded pj’s and returning to my living room. I stopped dead when I saw Uldren still sitting on my couch, waiting for me. 

“Why are you still here?” I grumbled as I made my way to grab a glass of water. 

Uldren scoffed. “No thanks, Uldren, for helping me?” 

I sighed, trying to keep my temper in check. “Yeah, thanks for not listening to me. Now you know everything.” I slammed the glass, more upset with myself than Uldren.

“And you’re worried that I will tell my sister.” I nodded, looking down at the floor. I heard footsteps approaching, and Uldren pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry you’ve had to hide from everyone,” he said, trying to calm me down. 

I broke away from his embrace, my eyes burning with anger. “Don't you dare pity me. I was managing just fine, hiding in plain sight for years, and no one had a clue. Then you barged in and shattered it.” Uldren’s face fell, hurt by my words.

“I didn’t do anything, Aurora.” 

“I know Mara asked you to spy on me. I know she suspects me.” 

“I haven’t told her anything,” he assured me. 

I scoffed, my arms tightly crossed. “I find it hard to believe, Uldren. Especially after you confessed that you can’t keep anything from Mara.” He averted his gaze, guilt written all over his face. “Exactly. So go ahead. Run and spill my secrets to her. Just ensure that my family doesn’t get caught in the crossfire.” Uldren stared back at me, his expression vacant. “GO!” I shouted, and he instinctively stepped back, startled by my tone.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[fullmoonfanantic1976]

The robbery

Full moon guys I got this weird note in the mail that says you will get evicted if you don’t pay your rent by the end of the day sincerely your landlord I thought toothy paid it toothy I thought blade paid it blade I thought tunneler paid it tunneler I thought six shooter paid it six shooter I thought jester paid it jester I did pay 4 months ago everyone what the hell jester. Full moon wait my safe were I keep all my kfc money let’s use that. Everyone went to fulll moon room and looked in a corner were there was a little safe blade there is no way you keep more than 70$ in there full moon no let me show you wait this is the code oh no some one broke the safe code we have to break it open but how let me look it up. After 20 minutes of full moon figuring out how to melt A safe toothy got A idea. Toothy let’s just rob A gas station full moon I got I need jet fuel toothy or you could rob A gas station with us full moon I’m good. Toothy ok guy full moon went to go steal jet fuel let’s rob this gas station. Everyone barges in everyone on the ground hands no funny business wait no ones here blade what’s this note say dear whoever is reading this I’m on my lunch break please don’t rob the gas station blade the cashier is gone grab the money. Right after everyone stepped inside the door slammed shut and multiple steel doors blocked the exit everyone oh shit. Blade quick toothy grab the money will try to find A way out. For the next 5 minutes they try everything they can to open the doors but knifes hooks drills teeth and guns do nothing to the doors but nothing works and after a while everyone starts to come to the conclusion that they will eventually die in the gas station. Six shooter grabbed him and tunneler A popsicle and started talking about what they had planed for life and dieing in a gas station was not one of them blade and jester sat near the cash register and just tried to distract each other from the fact they were trapped when blade wanted to tell jester something. You know jester I always thought you were cute jester looks away blushing uhm thanks blade I think your cute to they stay silent for A while until they look at each other before blade leans in to kiss jester. But before they can kiss there interrupt by toothy yelling I found the exit the staff room has a way out. Everyone walks out happy that they don’t have to die in A gas station until they get stoped by the police. Police your under arrest for attempting to rob this gas station and breaking and entering blade wait attempted robbery wait toothy you don’t grab the money bag toothy ow yea that police tell it to the judge. Mean while full moon go,s to the apartment with jet fuel guys we won’t lose the apartment wait were did these police come from for the last time I didn’t make the fake switch’s police no you were working behind the scenes in A bank robbery using puppets full moon wait no you got the wrong person I’m innocent I swear.

The end

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

I Can See You lyrics

Uh-uh, uh, uh

You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh, oh, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

I can see you in your suit and your necktie

Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"

Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell, yeah

And I could see you being my addiction

You can see me as a secret mission

Hide away and I will start behaving myself

Uh-uh, uh, uh

Oh-oh, oh, oh

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you, oh, I can see you

Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

I see you

(Uh-uh, uh, uh) I see you, I see you, baby

Oh, baby

🫶🫶🫶

Speak Now lyrics

I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room

Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream

Where I stand and say

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

Fond gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was me

You wish it was me

Don't you?

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

Your time is running out

And they said, "Speak now."

Oh, la, la

Oh, oh

Say a single vow

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

There's the silence, there's my last chance

I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I'm only looking at you

I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

So, don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now."

And you say, "Let's run away now

I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door

Baby, I didn't say my vows

So glad you were around

When they said, "Speak now."

🫶🫶🫶

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Always a Ploy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Y/N is often used as a ploy to catch the perpetrators and it drives Spencer crazy 

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

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Y/N

I sway my head from side to side, playing music in my head to distract myself from the fact that I'm freezing. 'Stand and wait on the side of the house' Hotch ordered. 'I'll give you the go-ahead soon' he promised. Ten minutes later, Reid and I are still waiting for the said go-ahead. At least Reid gets to be in normal clothes for the desert at night. I'm yet again being offered up as a ploy and in Morgan's mind, a door-to-door saleswoman would wear a dress when the weather is supposed to be low sixties, the wind not included. 

"Honey, you're killing me. Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Reid offers again for the third time in the last five minutes. 

"Yes." My breath escapes between my teeth. "I'm fine. Plus, we won't have much time once Hotch gives the signal." I shake my limbs to remain warm. 

“Wait for my command," Hotch announces into our earpieces. "We lost sight of him in the window. We suspect he’s headed to the basement.” 

I shake my head. “Screw this. I’m going in.” 

“No, you’re not!” 

“They’re children! One more minute with that monster is another minute of trauma!” I move to step around the house and toward the front door. 

Reid slips his gun back onto his belt and grabs my wrist to stop me. He yanks me back and pins me against the cool wooden panels of the house. I open my mouth to argue and he covers my mouth. He whispers frantically, “Baby, baby, listen to me. I can’t let you in there!" I wiggle in his hold. “Stop fighting me.” 

“Y/N, you may proceed," Hotch announces, giving me the go-ahead. 

Reluctantly, Reid has no choice but to let me go. His hand falls from my mouth slowly, but he keeps me pinned and stares into my eyes warningly. “Don’t do anything reckless!" 

I smirk and slip out from under him. “You should know me better than assume I’d listen.” 

“Y/N, I’m serious!” He whispers, aggravated. 

“So am I." I send him a wink as I step out from beside the house. 

The lights from the living room pour out of the window onto the dry dirt yard. I take a minute a toss my hair to one side and yank the dress down to reveal more of my chest. 

Spencer

I watch from the shadows as Y/N adjusts herself to speak with the suspect. I hate it when she does this. I understand that Hotchner and everyone agrees that it works, but their opinions don't make any less uncomfortable. My own girlfriend is being used as a ploy, expected to flont herself to earn the trust of serial killers or rapists. 

Morgan appears beside me and squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t get hostile, Boy Genius.” 

“She’s doing it on purpose,” I grumble, gesturing to Y/N. 

“I know, I know.” He sighs. "But she's just doing her job. It's all pretending to her too," he assures me. "She's into you, man." 

Y/N

I ring the doorbell and rock on my heels, making the panels of the porch creak. Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal a worn-down middle-aged man in dirty overalls. 

“I don’t want to join any religion," he grumbles. He goes to slam the door shut, but I block it with my hand. 

“Neither do I,” I voice softly with a smirk. I step forward to stand on the threshold. “But maybe you’d like to sit down and talk about your finances? Have you been keeping track of where you’ve been putting your... assets?” I scan the man up and down with my eyes until I meet his gaze. 

Spencer

As we listen to Y/N flirt with the suspect, Morgan chuckles quietly next to me. 

I elbow him in the stomach. “It’s not funny.” 

“She sounds like Jessica Rabbit,” he jokes, only irritating me more. 

There's creaking on the porch, followed by the front door squeaking shut. He's let her in. 

Y/N

The place is an utter wreck. There have to be at least a dozen cats, hundreds of old newspapers scattered everyone, and it smells of feces. I sit down on the worn and ripped plaid couch next to the old man. I wear my best smile, though inside I'm screaming. 

“Now, let’s begin. What bank do you currently use?” I ask, gripping my fake leather finance binder. 

The man shifts closer to me. “Chase.” 

I note now that he's missing at least five teeth. I nod. “They are great to their members, but we something broader... larger in size," I chose my words intentionally. 

Abruptly, there's a high-pitch scream from within the house, making both of us freeze. 

“What was that?” I ask, searching the surrounding area. 

“My daughter is upstairs playing!" He rushes out and scoots closer to me. Boldly, he places his hand on my bare knee. "What was that you said about size?” He grins and begins to glide his hand up slowly. 

I swallow hard, my eyes on his hand. I try to ease it off. “Sir, please-“ 

He lifts his hand off my knee and brings it to my shoulder. He tries to urge me to lay down. “Come on, sugar. I’ll pay you for your time. Your supervisor won’t have to know.” 

I reach underneath my dress and whip out my gun, pointing it directly between his eyes. “FBI, down on the ground!” 

His eyes grow wide and his jaw nearly hits the floor. “What!” 

The S.W.A.T. team barges into the house, all yelling over each other. They march deeper into the house and into the basement where we know the children are. Hotchner appears in the foyer with Reid and Morgan. Soon, Prentiss and JJ are close behind. 

Reid yanks the man off of me and tosses him onto the ground on his knees. He handcuffs him and pulls him to his feet. “No means no, asshole!” 

“She was asking for it," the suspect huffs as he's dragged off toward the foyer. 

Reid laughs mockingly. “Doubtful consider she just has to go to me for that." 

Morgan kneels in front of me. “You okay?” 

I nod weakly. “After every time I just feel gross.” I shake out my arms with a shiver. 

“He’s a disgusting man. I’m sorry he touched you.” 

“Part of the job.” I shrug. “At least I know how to defend myself. There are so many women who don't." 

Morgan nods. "Maybe you can take your experiences and help those women." 

Now there's an idea. 

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I lean against the car with JJ and Prentiss as the S.W.A.T. team and members of C.P.S carry the little girls out of the basement and into ambulances. It's a bittersweet sight. Morgan and Reid step out of the house once the last child is removed. Morgan pats Reid on the back with a chuckle as they approach us. 

As soon as they reach us, Reid takes my hand and leads me to a tree a few feet away from the car. When we have some privacy, he starts to apologize. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have grabbed you and covered your mouth. I didn’t know-“ 

I cut him off, reaching up and bringing my lips to meet his with a quick peck. His hands rest on my waist and I break from him. 

He blinks rapidly, taken aback. “I thought you’d be mad.” 

“Oh I was pissed in the moment. Now, it’s just hot," I grin, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

He smirks. “Noted.” 

“I didn’t know you could move so quickly, Reid,” I giggle. “And what you said to the perpetrator when you arrested him!” 

He chuckles, “yeah I may have been a little heated in the moment. In my defense, he did touch you! Okay, that was not a part of the plan!” 

“I appreciate the protectiveness,” I assure him with a laugh. 

He glances down at the small space between us and the smile on his lips fades slowly. 

I can tell there's something on his mind. 

“About your performance...” He mumbles. 

“Didn’t like it?” I ask, knowing how he hates it when I have to be a ploy. 

He nods frantically. “Yeah, never again," he orders. 

“Deal.” I nod, giving his lips a quick peck again. 

He smiles into the kiss. “Well, never again for anyone else," he adds against my lips, making me grin. He breaks from me to ask, "Do you think maybe tonight you and I could talk about my assets?” 

I swat him on the arm. “Reid!” 

He chuckles, "you're right. We'll talk about this when we get home." 

I roll my eyes and they land on our teammates by the car as they watch us go back and forth, smiling brightly. 

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A Mystery To Solve

Here's chapter 2!

I hope you all enjoy!

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Dustin woke you up the next morning, barging into your room, crashing through the door so hard it smacked against the wall and bounced off, slamming closed through sheer momentum. You desperately tried to ignore him. He knew he wasn’t supposed to wake you on the weekends. You were catching up on lost sleep and needed every precious minute you could get. And that little shit woke you up in the rudest manner possible. 

You were going to murder him. Painfully.

You pulled your pillow over your head in an attempt to block him out. Sadly, it didn’t work. And the little shit opened your blinds so you couldn’t snuggle back under the covers and ignore him by going back to sleep. You were so going to murder him. Very painfully. 

‘Wake up, y/n! Max, come here and tell her what you told me!’ Dustin all but yelled right next to your ear. 

‘I am going to make your last moments on earth, very, very, painful, Squish. This is your last and only warning,’ you muttered darkly. 

‘This is important, y/n! You know I wouldn’t wake you on the weekend for anything less than a code red!’ Dustin pushed Max forward. ‘Tell her what you told me.’

You listened to Max talk with your eyes closed. But before she was even a third of the way through, you were pushing back the covers and sprinting to your closet. Grabbing clothes, you dumped them in the bathroom before grabbing your toothbrush to listen to the rest of her story while you brushed your teeth. 

‘See? I told you it was code red,’ Dustin said smugly. Though there wasn’t as much of his usual happiness at being right. Not since Eddie was involved. Max just rolled her eyes.

‘Five minutes,’ you told them, hurriedly fixing your hair into some semblance of order. ‘And Dustin, if Eddie’s missing, you should take the grab bag from my closet.’

‘Uh, grab bag?’ Your brother asked, confusion written all over his face. 

‘I made one after Will went missing. A change of clothes for me and spares for others, food, toiletries, cash, torches, spare batteries, that kind of thing. How did you think we had enough to eat when we were trapped by Demodogs? Or I changed clothes when one exploded over me?’

‘That’s why you’re always handing out candy bars?’ Dustin asked, scrunching up his nose as he remembered the last time you were in danger. 

‘You need to eat if you want to save the world.’

‘Or how you had basically a whole first aid kit when Steve got knocked out by Billy?’ Max asked, with only a tiny pause before she said Billy’s name. You knew she was still struggling. You’d been keeping a close eye on her, but Max was stubborn like you. She wouldn’t open up just because you asked. But you loved her like a little sister, and you were worried. Worried that she wasn’t okay. No matter how hard she tried to pretend.

‘Yep, since someone always winds up with a boo-boo,’ you replied, keeping your voice casual, since Max’s face said plainly that she did not want to talk about it right now. Dustin snickered at your words and she relaxed. ‘I like to be prepared, since you know, we seem to find ourselves in life or death situations a lot. Like, every four months or so, a lot.’ 

‘Yeah, it is a lot,’ Dustin said, rummaging around in your closet. ‘Aha!’ He held up a duffle bag and slung the strap across his body. ‘Got it.’

‘Five minutes,’ you repeated as you closed the door to your bathroom.

‘But you believe me, right? About Eddie?’ Dustin called through the door. 

‘Of course I do. Eddie isn’t like that. And this sounds way too like the Mindflayer or some other denizen of the upside down to be just a coincidence. Besides, nothing in this town is ever a coincidence. I don’t even believe in them anymore. Call me paranoid, but it makes more sense to just assume there’s something trying to kill everyone and take over the world. Saves time.’

‘It does save time,’ Max agreed, as Dustin nodded.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled into the video shop parking lot. You careened out of the car and inside the building, disrupting Steve and Robin, who were at work. You let Dustin take over the computer as you grabbed a notepad and started writing down a list of Eddie’s friends and known associates. As Dustin explained what you needed, and why you were there, and not at your house, you saw Steve grimace and knew what was coming. And when he suggested going to the cops, you were proved right.

‘I just think it makes sense to be careful,’ he finished, crossing his arms defensively as he realised everyone was staring at him. 

‘You are such an ass,’ you hissed, going back to the list and writing numbers next to names. 

‘Hey, come on, y/n, that’s not fair,’ Steve protested.

‘No, it’s totally fair,’ Dustin said, as Max nodded beside him. 

‘I’m just saying that we don’t know Eddie well enough to-’

‘Except we do,’ you said, gesturing between yourself and Dustin. 

‘Eddie would never do something like this,’ Dustin added.

‘Nope.’ You shook your head. ‘And take a moment to think about why you feel that way, Steve.’

‘Well, I mean, he just looks-’

‘Uh-huh. And before Will went missing, what did you and your little sycophants think about me, huh?’ You demanded, hopping over the counter and stepping up to Steve. 

He rubbed the back of his head nervously. ‘Well, I just thought you were quiet, and kept to yourself-’

‘Bullshit.’

‘No, I-’

‘Bullshit,’ you repeated, jabbing a finger at him. ‘You thought I was like Eddie. Weird and wrong, and a freak.’

‘Not a freak, just-’ Steve broke off suddenly, as he realised everyone was glaring at him.

‘You want to finish that sentence?’ Dustin asked casually. 

‘Alright, alright. We can at least talk to Eddie before jumping to conclusions,’ Steve said finally, holding his hands up. 

‘Good,’ Dustin replied. ‘I would have hated seeing y/n knock you on your ass.’

‘What?!’

‘She could take you,’ Max nodded. 

‘Oh, a hundred percent,’ Robin agreed. 

You smiled sweetly at Steve. Unnerved, he took a hasty step back. You followed. ‘Just so you know, I am a freak, Steve. And I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me. Especially not the small-minded assholes in this town.’ You folded your arms and glared at him. 

‘Um, noted?’ He said questioningly. ‘And uh, sorry?’

‘Apology accepted.’ Steve gave you a nervous smile, and you returned it, making him relax. You didn’t blame Steve, but having got to know him, you had hoped he wouldn’t make the same dumb mistakes he had in the past before you all knew each other. But then, that might be overestimating the poor guy’s two tiny brain cells.

You climbed back over the counter, high-fiving Dustin and then Max as you went back to your list. 

Ten minutes later, you had your answer to where Eddie was. You piled into Steve’s car, since yours was tiny, and known to be unreliable in times like this. It didn’t take you long to get to Reefer Rick’s house, and you all climbed out as you stared at the remote house by the lake. You searched what little you could see of the house through the dirty windows for a bit until Max alerted you to the boathouse.

Stepping inside, you moved slowly, taking everything in rather than just wandering around and touching everything. If Eddie was here, or he had already left, there might be some tiny clue to his whereabouts hidden in here. And you didn’t want to miss it because you weren’t paying attention. You were worried about him. What had happened to Chrissy, well, it sounded like something out of a horror movie. And you knew from firsthand experience what seeing something like that in real life did to you.

You still had nightmares about the Demogorgon and the Mindflayer. Nothing would ever make those memories less traumatic. And Eddie was dealing with this shit alone. You’d at least had your brother, and Nancy and Jonathan, and even Steve to help you through this. And Robin this past year. Eddie had no one. And the entire town thought he’d murdered Chrissy. As if you hadn’t seen with your own two eyes that behind that ‘menacing freak’ mask lay a heart of pure gold. 

You’d seen him help the other outcasts when the bullies scored a hit. You’d watched him take in freshman when they needed someone to sit with. You’d heard from Dustin how he’d taken care of him, protected him from the other kids, the ones that you hadn’t caught. How he’d helped him to find the familiar in the newness that was high school freshman year. Just last night he’d come to your defence when Jimmy accosted you in the corridor. There wasn’t a mean bone in Eddie’s body. 

And you’d prove that to the whole town if need be.

There was a loud yell, and then a dark shape grabbed Steve and hauled him over to the wall, slamming him against it. As you got closer, while the others spoke gently to Eddie, you noticed he had a smashed beer bottle in his hand. He didn’t even own a weapon, for fuck’s sake. But sure, he was a murderer. You ignored Robin’s hand, trying to pull you back, and Steve’s worried glance to stand next to Eddie. You placed a gentle hand on his arm and waited until he’d met your eyes. 

There was a lot of pain and fear swirling around those beautiful brown eyes. Your heart broke a little as you realised how scared he was. Just like how scared you’d been when confronted with the Demogorgon for the very first time. 

‘Hey,’ you said softly. ‘It’s okay. None of us is going to hurt you, I promise.’

‘Yeah, we just want to help,’ Dustin added.

‘We know you didn’t hurt Chrissy,’ you continued gently. ‘And we know something bad happened, and you saw it. I know how that feels. We, we all do.’ 

Behind you, Max and Dustin nodded as Robin stepped closer. ‘We’ve all seen some bad stuff,’ Robin said.

Eddie’s eyes never left yours. ‘I promise you can trust me. We want to help. And Steve isn’t going to hurt you. He’s not like that. I swear.’

You stepped back and held your hand out. Eddie looked at your hand and back at Steve before releasing him. He took your hand, and you helped him over to a crate. He leant against the wall and slid down. You kept hold of his hand and knelt down in front of him. ‘You can tell us what happened, Eddie,’ you said softly, brushing curls out of his eyes. 

‘You won’t believe me.’

‘Try us,’ Max said.

‘We’ve seen a lot of weird shit,’ you added. Eddie met your eyes for a long moment before nodding. 

Slowly, he told you what had happened. Why Chrissy was at his trailer, how she’d gone into a trance and he couldn’t wake her. How she’d lifted up and her bones had broken. How he hadn’t known what to do, so he ran. Just like you had all done when confronted with the upside down denizens for the first time. 

‘There’s no shame in running,’ you said gently, making him look at you again. ‘We’ve all done it when we had to. There wasn’t anything you could do for her, I promise you. Whatever this is, it isn’t human, and it would have killed you too if you’d stayed. And then your uncle would be mourning you, and so would Dustin.’

‘And you?’ Eddie murmured, so quietly no one heard him but you.

You smiled softly. ‘And me too.’ 

‘How are you so sure it’s not human?’ He asked, as his hand squeezed yours.

‘We’ve dealt with this kind of thing before.’

Dustin explained it quickly, before you all discussed your next options. There wasn’t a lot, unfortunately. 

‘Ok, Dustin, Eddie can have the grab bag,’ you told your brother, who handed over the duffle bag, dropping it at Eddie’s feet. ‘And you guys go and see what you can find out. I’ll stay with Eddie.’

‘What?’

‘No, y/n. You come with us.’

‘Yeah, not happening.’

‘Y/N?’ Dustin asked, dragging your attention away from Eddie, who you had given a reassuring smile as your friends voiced their complaints. 

‘He shouldn’t be alone right now. I wouldn’t leave any of you alone after seeing something like that,’ you explained, rubbing your thumb across Eddie’s hand as you turned back to him. 

‘We’ll grab you some more supplies,’ Dustin nodded.

‘And we’ll keep you updated on the radio,’ Robin said. 

Steve looked ready to argue, but Max and Dustin pulled him away. 

‘Be careful,’ you pleaded, as they opened the door.

‘I’ve got them,’ Steve promised, and you relaxed a little. You knew he’d protect them. 

You turned back to Eddie to find him watching you. ‘You okay?’ You asked him, thumb rubbing gentle circles on his hand.

‘You didn’t have to stay,’ he murmured, his hand squeezed yours again, and you could see the relief in his eyes not to be alone anymore.

‘Of course I did,’ you replied, moving to sit beside him, your fingers still entwined. ‘I couldn’t leave you on your own after that. And I meant it when I said I wouldn’t want to be on my own.’

‘Well, thank you,’ he said, letting out a long breath. ‘I know it was hard letting Dustin go off without you.’ 

You nodded. ‘I know Steve and Robin will take care of him. And Max. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.’ You ran a hand through your hair nervously. ‘They’ve already seen so much. Been through so much.’ 

‘Dustin said you’ve seen this before?’

‘Not this exactly, but something like it. We call this other dimension the upside down. It’s like a mirror of our world, but upside down. It’s all wrong. Everything there is wrong. Will and El, they’re the only ones who have been. But they spoke of it like it was, well, really, really bad.’ You explained, your thigh leaning against Eddie’s as you spoke, his eyes trained on you. 

‘And that’s where this thing is from. Whatever hurt Chrissy?’

‘Yeah. We don’t know what it is yet, but we’ll figure it out. We always do. Usually we end up naming it something D and D related,’ you said, smiling softly. 

‘Well, it is pretty good at names,’ he laughed.

You smiled at him and reached forward to drag the bag over to you. You rummaged through it, finding the radio you kept in there and switching it on, just in case. You pulled out a box of granola bars, handing them to Eddie, and a few juice cartons too, concerned he’d lived off beer or something equally useless at hydrating him. Eddie seemed amused by the juice boxes, though, raising an eyebrow at you. You only shrugged and grabbed one for yourself, and a granola bar too, since you’d missed breakfast. 

‘How do you- ah, never mind,’ Eddie trailed off uncertainly, keeping his eyes fixed on his juice box. 

‘What is it? You can ask me anything,’ you said, nudging his shoulder gently. 

Eddie sighed. ‘You seem like you just let this roll off your back. You, all of you, even Dustin, just automatically knew what to do. How?’

You took a deep breath. ‘Like I said, we’ve faced these things before. But the first time, that was really hard, because we didn’t know what we were doing, or how to deal with it. Plus, Will was missing, and I was terrified the entire time that something would happen to Dustin, too. Usually it’s easier when I have all the kids in my sight.’ 

‘So you know they’re okay?’

‘Exactly. But they get into trouble so easily. Normally, we have Joyce, Jonathon and Will’s mom, and Hopper with us at some point. They always believe us when we say something’s going on. It feels strange,’ you continued. ‘Without them here. Like we’re missing something. I guess we’ve all done this so many times now that I just expect them to be here.’

‘Must be nice, having people like that to rely on,’ Eddie said quietly.

You reached up and turned his face towards you. Eddie’s eyes met yours, his face startled. You’d surprised him. ‘You have us. You have me, I promise you. You don’t have to trust me-’

‘I trust you,’ Eddie murmured. 

You gave him a bright smile, missing the way his eyes lit up as you let his words settle into your mind. ‘Thank you. Like I said, you have us. All of us, but especially me, okay? I’m not going anywhere. And I promise it gets easier, less scary. You feel more in control once you know how to deal with this stuff.’ 

‘Guess you’d better give me the crash course,’ he joked, nudging you playfully.

‘You sure you’re ready for this?’ You joked back, keeping the conversation light, despite the grisly subject.

‘Born ready.’ Eddie grinned at you, and you smiled.

Eddie didn’t know what he would have done if he’d been left alone again. He was still reeling from last night, but the feel of your hand in his had calmed him. The smell of the shampoo you used floated across to his nose as you bent down to rummage through the duffle bag at your feet, and he watched the way the light danced across your skin. It seemed strange, though, at this point, everything was strange, but he’d only really spoken to you once or twice at school, never having the courage to approach you himself, and now here you were, calming him down, having his back, believing him, and standing by him. It was like some kind of dream. 

Maybe it really was his year, after all. 

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[fernweh-writes]

How do you think the slashers would react to their s/o just crumbling to the floor because of a severe migraine

My chronic migraines give me plenty of experience with this one. Enjoy luv!

-Fern🌿

Slashers x S/O With Severe Migraines

Michael Myers

Michael would freak out, but of course you would never know that, he’s as expressionless as ever. But he’s worried about you, he’s never seen you in so much pain and he hates not knowing how to help. So when you crumble to the ground with your head in your hands his first instinct is to pick you up.

Does his best to do what you normally do whenever you have a migraine or bad headache. After getting you tucked into bed he closes the blinds remembering how you would throw an arm over your eyes to block out the light. Brings you a glass of water and some pain killers to try and help with the persistent pain.

You won’t have to worry about loud noises being an issue either considering Michael always moves around quietly. It’s a quality of his that normally annoys you since he scares the crap out of you so often but in the moment you’ve never been more grateful that your giant of a boyfriend is so quite.

If the nausea gets to you and you make a run for the bathroom, Michael will disappear. He may care about you but he’s not going to hold your hair back for you or anything. Will show up to carry you back to the bed once more though. Even he won’t leave you lying on the cold floor.

Bo Sinclair

Bo may have experience with extreme hangovers but he doesn’t have any experience with severe migraines. At first, when you begin to complain about the pain he teases you about it. “It can’t be that bad, darlin’, you’re just bein’ dramatic.” He simply doesn’t understand the severity of your migraines, so you can imagine his surprise when you fall to the ground grimacing and taking deep breaths.

He does his best to appear nonchalant but you can still tell he’s panicking. Bo’s not stupid, he knows you have a pretty good pain tolerance and has witnessed it first hand. So he understands that you have to be in some serious pain to just crumble to the ground like that.

Carries you up the stairs to the bedroom and just awkwardly hovers. Eventually he decides to ask Vincent for his help. Bo knows everything there is to know about cars but he’s helpless when it comes to fixing up people.

His best idea is to just lay with you and rub circles onto your skin in a poor attempt to distract you from the pain and discomfort. Keeps asking what he can do to help when really the best thing he could do is stop asking questions and learn to shut up for once in his life. If you snap at him he decides that he can allow it use this once but don’t ever try to again.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent spend most of his time underneath Ambrose in his workshop. So when he finally reappears on the surface only to find you sitting on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands he’s immediately worried and begins to fret over you.

I’m convinced that Vincent actually knows a lot about medicine. His messed up father most definitely left behind a bunch of medical textbooks in his office as well as a few medical journals as well. Reading all of them in his free time has given him a great understanding of anatomy and the human body. How else would he be so good with handling the bodies. He can properly administer a sedative, stitch people up, and accurately slice the Achilles’ tendon, those things aren’t just common knowledge.

This makes Vincent the best equipped slasher to help you through any migraine. He’ll scoop you up and carry you to bed making sure the room stays dark and quite. If you want him to stay with you he will, otherwise he will leave you be and just occasionally pop in to check on you. If Bo comes home shouting Vincent will deal with him immediately.

Memorizes all of your migraine triggers and does his best to help you avoid them. While Vincent has sadistic tendencies he never wants to see you in pain. Especially not in so much pain that you fall to the floor and curl up on yourself like that.

Thomas Hewitt

The Hewitt household is always filled with loud noises and commotion. Whether it be screams, yelling, slamming doors, or the sound of a chainsaw there’s always some type of loud noise. But with so much to be done around the house and your need to carry your own weight, you do your best to push through the pain that begins in your head. But as the pain intensifies and the noises around you just continue to grow louder, you fall to the ground.

When Thomas finds you curled in on yourself he panics. Doing his best to be gentle, he picks you up and does the only thing he knows to do. Setting you down on the kitchen table he pulls Luda Mae over to you. His momma is the only person he can think of to help you out. Sure enough, she’s able to assess your migraine quickly and gets Thomas to carry you up to bed and close the curtains to try and block out the sun.

For once in a long time, the house is quite. There is no yelling, no screaming, and definitely no chainsaw. Luda Mae makes sure to keep Hoyt and Monty quiet while Thomas makes sure to not leave your side. The bodies can be dealt with tomorrow no matter how much crap he gets from Hoyt. Right now, Thomas is focused on making sure that you’re okay and fetches you anything that you need.

Brahms Heelshire

It’s no secret that Brahms watches you all day long. Whether he’s glued to your hip or within the walls, you can always feel his eyes on you and Brahms always finds a way to make his presence known. So when your migraine hits an unbearable point and the world begins to sway, you decide to sit on the middle of the floor.

Seeing you suddenly drop to the ground has Brahms panicking from his spot within the walls. You can hear him move around with loud thunks which only causes you to wince and press your hands to your head in an attempt to block out the noise. His whines of concern when he reach you don’t help either and you snap.

Brahms has never seen you snap at him like that but he’s also never seen you hurt like this so he feels very conflicted. Eventually he reasons that for now he can help you so that you’re no longer in pain. But lashing out at him like that is behavior that can’t go unpunished. So all the while he’s helping you and being on his best behavior he’s thinking of all the ways he can punish you when you feel better.

Billy Loomis

Billy isn’t good at taking care of people, half the time he can’t even do a good job of showing he cares. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still very protective over you though. So when you crumble to the ground at one of Stu’s parties with tears beginning to form in your eyes he immediately grabs you and carries you to an empty room away fro any people.

When you explain to him that it’s a migraine and all the noise and flashing lights are only making it worse he’s immediately getting you in the car and carrying you home, no complaints. Billy refuses to keep you in a place that’s only going to make you feel worse even if he doesn’t know how to help you get rid of your migraine.

Once you make it home he carries you to bed and hands you water and pain killers. After listening to your instructions to hit the lights he crawls into bed beside you. Even after you manage to fall asleep he’s staying up worrying over you. Billy enjoys seeing people hurt, he’s crazy enough to stab his own best friend with no remorse. Even then, he quickly decides that he never wants to see you hurt and does everything he can to prevent that.

Stu Macher

Stu’s not great with empathy, he does a terrible job of reading the room, and he does a bad job of helping other people most of the time. So seeing you curl up on the ground makes him nervous. He knows you have migraines from time to time but usually you’re able to handle them on you’re own. The most you ever get him to do is fetch you water or Tylenol.

He panics as he helps you up off the ground, not knowing what to do with you. He considers carrying you to bed but decides that the couch is much closer. Pulling a blanket off of the back he drapes it over you, making sure to turn off the TV so it doesn’t bother you.

For the first time in his life Stu manages to be quite. Since he can’t ramble though he finds himself fidgeting around, biting at the skin around his nails. Listening to your small groans and whines of pain make him want to do something, anything. Knowing that all he can do is wait makes him feel helpless and useless.

Stu goes out of his way to help you avoid anything that might trigger your migraines. If you get a sever migraine while out in public he will come pick you up so that you dont’ have to drive yourself home. The two of you can worry about your car later, he’s just worried about making you feel better.

Jesse Cromeans

This man has his own medical staff just on standby at all times. Having any sort of severe or chronic migraines is no problem when you’re with Jesse. One phone call and he can find you the best doctor in the whole country.

Seeing you curl into a ball as you sit on the ground has him calling Spann and telling her to clear his schedule for the rest of the day. You are his top priority, he can handle business another day. Even if it was something important he has a whole team of people that are more than capable of handling the situation for the time being. He’ll make sure that you get some rest knowing that a nap usually helps to eradicate your pain.

If he happens to bring you along to one of his warehouses and end up with a migraine though then he begins to get nervous. You’re more likely to be put in danger there, so he’ll be reluctant to bring you along again. Jesse will have you sit in his lap and anyone that barges in yelling about “business affairs” then he’ll quickly get rid of them.

Black out curtains. He knows that the light streaming through the windows can make your migraines so much worse. So he would make sure to have blackout curtains in your bedroom so that no light can get through and you can rest peacefully. Nothing like a dark and quiet room when your head feels like it’s about to explode.

Asa Emory

If this happens while you’re still trapped in his hotel of horror, then you’re just kind of SOL. Asa has cameras in every room so he most definitely knows that you’re in pain. On the bright side the hotel is pretty dark and quiet so there’s not much that will make your migraine worse. Unless Asa decides to torture you by turning on extra bright lights or causing a scene just for some noise to irritate you.

If you’re still in the hotel, but Asa has grown fond of you then he may show some mercy. Sadly that mercy comes in the form simply knocking you out with any method he deems convenient. Lucky you, you wont be hit upside the head because he knows that would just make things worse.

However, if he’s decided to make you his a little house spouse, then he tends to be more gentle. His house is quiet and the dimly lit bedroom is your safe haven whenever your head starts to hurt. If you fall to the ground he’ll carry you to bed. Making sure to remind you how weak and pathetic you are, you wouldn’t be able to do anything without him to take care of you.

[kakiwrites]

Can request where the Haikyuu characters where happy and yk celebrating when one of the characters barges in and say something bad happened to they're s/o or Y/N yk like they got into a car crash or something close to an accident,hope you read this😅it's my first time requesting something 😅😂

lover in distress

Genre: fluff

A tooru oikawa x reader

A/n: an almost one-month hiatus but I am back! Everybody say thank you to the soap opera 'mischievous kiss: love in tokyo' for giving me inspo to write this! Hope you guys enjoy!

What's taking you so long?

Oikawa sat at your usual booth at your usual ramen place to celebrate another one of his volleyball wins. Makki and Mattsun already there sitting with him. The only people who weren't there were his best friend, Iwazumi, and you, his girlfriend.

It was odd. Usually, you'd be the first one to be here, talking to him and scolding the others for teasing him.

But you weren't here.

Tooru was just about to pick up his phone and call you when your caller ID popped up. Oikawa quickly picked up after the first ring.

But before he could say anything, an erratic voice cut him off.

"Oikawa, (y/n) just collapsed. I'm taking her to the hospital right now," Iwaizumi said, out of breath.

Tooru's face paled at the news. "iwa," he said, dropping his pet name. "Which hospital are you taking her to? I'll meet you there," he added, already grabbing his coat and standing up, much to the confusion of Makki and Mattsun.

After getting the hospital's info, oikawa attempted to put on his coat, fumbling with sleeves until he finally got it on. He quickly ran out of the shop and onto the streets, running to the hospital as fast as he could.

Oikawa met iwaizumi at the emergency room's waiting area.

"iwa, what-"

"she's gonna be fine, shittykawa," iwaizumi reassured him. "the doctors told me she was going to be admitted soon so we should just wait to see her,"

Oikawa sighed in relief, sitting down next to his friend.

Now the only thing he has to do was wait.

And so he waited and waited until finally a nurse came up to them and told them your status. "miss (l/n) is well and awake, she was actually looking for you. She's admitted into room 203. you can head up there now,"

Iwaizumi and Oikawa wasted no time to head up to the room you were admitted into. Oikawa opened the door to see you sitting on the bed, looking out of the window.

"(y/n)-chan!" Oikawa yelled in relief, running over and pouncing on you. Before he could even land, Iwaizumi grabbed him, keeping oikawa from hurting you.

"don't jump on the sick, you idiot," Iwaizumi scolded.

"it's fine Iwa," you said, opening your arms for Oikawa to jump into once more.

You and Iwazumi exchanged a knowing nod. Without another word, iwaizumi left you alone in the room.

"I was so scared when I found out that you collapsed," oikawa broke the silence. Nuzzling into your stomach. "I left mattsun and makki in the dust just to get here as quick as I could,"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh. "well, you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine now,"

Oikawa pulled himself up and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. He pulled away with a dramatic pout on his face. "you better be. I had to run 5 blocks to get here,"

You vowed to treat oikawa to Ramen as soon as you get out of the hospital.

And that is all! Corny ending I know. It's kind of rushed but I have no other ideas so eh- hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless! Love you guys ❤️💖

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