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I think I’ll start posting soon about my other wips but for the time being I haven’t been able to part ways with Arcane, so here’s a lil snippet!!!

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“Stop,” Buck said suddenly, placing his unoccupied hand on top of Eddie’s. “You’re over-worrying again.” Eddie’s knees gave out, kneeling on the grass now. He took Buck’s hand with both of his, warming it up. “You’re bleeding, Buck. We’ve been sitting here for like a minute- and you’re… there’s so much-,” “I know,” he said as calmingly as possible, “but I won’t die. Not after everything we’ve been through.” He nodded, fighting the tears that were gathering in his eyes. “Promise me you’ll stay awake while I’m gone.” Buck nodded. “And that if you see something or someone, you won’t- won’t approach them.” “Not without you, I won’t.”

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[magia-nera]

just dying to be her

── ryan ross x fem!reader

summary: you felt like your crush on ryan went completely unnoticed by him, to the point you see him actively flirting with other girls. this becomes too much, making you feel the need to get away from the situation unfolding, only to get stuck in the worst possibile place in the entire world.

warning: alcohol and drug use (weed), vulgar words, suggestive themes but it’s mostly fluff and comedy, highkey insane plot

word count: 2.5k

a/n: posting this at 4 am cause i really wanted to publish something, it’s not proofread! this was honestly fun to write, the premise is pretty bonkers but it came to me while listening to "sugar we're going down" (“don't mind me, i'm watching you two from the closet wishing to be the friction in your jeans. isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him?”), hope yall enjoy!

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“Damn,” you sighed, sinking even more into the soft couch, “this party fucking sucks.”

Brendon looked at you, quickly shifting his gaze towards where you were staring.

Ryan was standing against the opposite wall, chatting with a blonde girl in a way that anyone would definitely describe as flirty, his intentions clearly written on his face.

And you were sure that the girl reciprocated. After all, who wouldn’t want to get Ryan Ross in their own bed? He was hot, charming, pretty and, on top of all that, he had a way with words that would get anyone wrapped around his finger.

“I think I’ll have a smoke,” you blurted out, not even trying to hide the annoyance in your tone. Practically everyone knew of your crush on Ryan, except for the man himself, he seemed completely oblivious all these years. Brendon looked at you, quizzically. He looked like he was about to ask if you wanted company, but seeing the scowl on your face, he got the hint you wanted to be left alone.

Patting your jeans pockets to make sure the little plastic bag containing the goods was still there, you grabbed your bag and stood up, glancing one last time towards Ryan’s direction, but he didn’t seem to notice. Obviously. You knew that there was really no reason to be mad at him, after all you could blame yourself for not confessing after years of these feelings, but a small part of you couldn’t help but get jealous whenever you saw him with another girl. It just didn’t make sense to you how he could never notice the blush on your cheeks or the joyous smile you reserved for him only; everything was made worse by the fact that he didn’t seem to reciprocate.

You started making your way through the corridors, looking for an empty room where you could light up a joint in peace and finally, maybe, enjoy this awful party.

Squishing through sweaty bodies, you finally got to a random bedroom, immediately closing the door behind you and sighing. The music was muffled but you could still hear it, it was admittedly pretty nice like that. It would make for some cool background noise for the blissful smoke session you were about to have by yourself.

You sat on the floor, back slouched against the mattress and your bag placed in your lap. You started to grab the tools needed to prepare the joint, when thoughts started running wild through your mind. You’d usually smoke with Ryan, sitting on the most isolated bench in the park close to his house, and you'd pretty much always crash at his to snack when you got the munchies and you often spent the night, when you were too blazed to make it back to your house. This wasn’t your first time smoking alone, but it was probably the first time you were smoking to get your mind off the jealousy you were feeling. It was undeniable and you had come to peace with the fact that you liked Ryan, but he didn’t like you back. What a cliché, liking your best friend.

Snickering, you finished rolling up and quickly grabbed your lighter. Taking a long drag, your body started to relax, thanks partly to the shots you’d done with Brendon not too long ago. Your body welcomed the warm fuzzy feeling, making you giggle at the thoughts you were previously furrowing your brows at, “Ahh, stupid, stupid Ryan, fuck off”.

Not even a couple of drags in, you felt the hairs on your nape stand up. Damn fuck, now you couldn’t even enjoy some God forsaken weed? Your guts felt all twisted in anxiety.

But it wasn’t the joint’s fault. When you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, you panicked and stood up to your feet, “Oh God, what the fuck do I do?”. The logical answer would have been to leave when they’d come in, it’s not like you were doing anything weird anyway. Illegal, yes, but it wasn’t weird for sure. But in your agitated state, you ran towards the closest safe haven you could spot: the closet.

If only you knew that it was far from safe.

Quickly shutting the closet door behind you, you muffled your breath by covering your mouth, not wanting to be found out, but also you were admittedly quite curious as to who walked in and disturbed your peace.

You tried your best to figure out whose voice it was, but all you could hear was moans, “Ugh, gross” you thought to yourself.

You definitely could not recognize the girl’s voice, but when the guy spoke you swore you could feel your stomach and your insides twist and contort.

It was Ryan. Out of all people, you had to be locked inside a fucking closet in the same room Ryan Ross was about to bang a girl in?

Just. Your. Luck.

You couldn’t even decide if you were more grossed out, angry or sad. Maybe a mix of everything, with just the right amount of envy for that girl, what did she have that you didn’t? The whole situation made your blood boil with a jealousy you had never felt before.

Despite your wish to be engulfed by the floor and disappear forever, you kept listening in to your crush smooching some other girl, until they stopped

“Aw, come on, what the fuck Ryan?”

“I-I’m sorry, listen,” you couldn’t decipher his tone.

“No, shut up. Fuck off really, I thought you liked me!”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not you…” she didn’t let him finish.

“Yeah yeah sure, ‘it’s not you it’s me’, and I fucking bet, why’d you even bring me here if you can’t even get hard?” the door slammed so hard you swore it would fly off the hinges.

You heard Ryan exhale a long, pained sigh.

Was this even really happening? What the fuck were you supposed to do? If you were nervous before, at this point you were about to have a full on breakdown.

The bed creaked a little. Would Ryan hate you if you came out of your hiding spot-turned prison?

The mix of alcohol and weed made all your rationality go down the drain, or rather out the door with the girl who left, but the fear of what might wait you on the other side prevailed.

Trying to stay put, you felt your legs start to cramp, from how tight the closet was. You tried shifting on your spot, to relieve some of the discomfort, but it was of no help at all. It was so cramped in there, every single movement could become your demise.

And that’s exactly what happened. You were getting more and more uncomfortable, no change of position was helping, until you accidentally hit the wall, pretty hard too. You immediately froze in fear.

“What was that?”, at least Ryan sounded as scared as you. You could clearly hear footsteps pacing around the room. Maybe getting out was the best possible choice: you pushed the door open just enough to take a precautionary peek, before quickly slipping out, facing your best friend.

Ryan’s head shot up immediately when he noticed your frame standing in front of the closet, “What the- where’d you come from?”, he looked completely bewildered.

Fidgeting in your spot, you figured that telling him the truth was the best option, “Uhm well, it’s gonna sound insane but I was inside the closet. Like literally. I was here before you guys arrived and I panicked and hid in there”.

“Oh, so you heard everything?”, you nodded, “great, amazing even. Fuck,” he exhaled through gritted teeth, throwing himself on the bed.

“I-I’m sorry Ryan. I can leave if that’s what you want,” what were you even saying now, you felt your face burning from the embarrassment of the whole ordeal. Maybe, deep down, you were hoping that Ryan would forgive you and let you stay, to keep him company. And just maybe, open up about what happened, you were best friends after all.

“Nah, it’s okay, you can stay. That’d be probably better,” he sighed, sitting upright and patting the spot next to him, signaling you to come closer, “why were you even here to begin with?”

“Oh, uhm, I just wanted to have a smoke, and I couldn’t find you, so I figured I’d find somewhere to be alone,” a white lie wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t even fully a lie, but you couldn’t bring yourself to spill the whole truth right now.

“Oh yeah? D’ya still have the weed?”, he looked a bit relieved.

“Sure, let me get it,” you retrieved the half smoked joint and your bag from the closet, putting the cig between your lips while sitting down. Ryan stole the lighter from your hands, smiling smugly. You gave him a confused stare, earning a satisfied gigglefrom him before he lit up the joint. You could smell the alcohol on him, and some faint perfume that almost made you gag.

“You can have the rest,” you passed him the joint, “I smoked this earlier”.

“It’s basically an offer I can’t refuse,” he chirped.

You watched him take a few drags, it was unfair how pretty he was, even now, with tousled hair, soft brown locks framing his handsome face, eyes glossed over but still shining like marbles. He always reminded you of the soft spring sun, warm and delicate, but still prone to silly jokes like sudden rainstorms. When his gleaming and mellow eyes met yours, you had to pull yourself out of the stupor you were falling in.

“Why are you staring?”, he inquired, in the same old cocky tone. You had to admit he was good at hiding awkwardness.

“Just wondering what happened earlier, like, did I hear things correctly or…”, you hoped he would believe you were mocking him and that he wouldn’t perceive the sadness hiding behind your pungent remark, “the Ryan Ross couldn’t get with a girl? Are my ears playing tricks on me?”

Violent, crimson blush painted his cheeks, “honestly, I really have no excuse, yeah, you heard correctly,” he sighed dramatically, but the jokey attitude wasn’t fooling you.

“Ryan, you can talk to me if there’s anything troubling you. Swear to God I will not make fun of you. Maybe,” you smiled softly.

“You better,” he playfully shoved you, lightly, “Uh, I just- I didn’t really like her.”

“Then why’d you flirt with her?”, you bit your tongue immediately after speaking, hoping Ryan wouldn’t notice the little detail you let slip out.

“I don’t even know, I think I wanted to get off, but… There might be a person I would have liked to do this with, but I can’t tell how she feels. I guess my body just decided to play me this sick, stupid joke today,” he forced a chuckle, “sorry, didn’t mean to ramble so much.”

A string of ‘fuck fuck fuck’s was all that was going through your mind. So Ryan liked someone, uh? ‘This day couldn't get any worse’. Worst of all, you were supposed to help him, console him, like the good, nice friend you were.

“Why don’t you just tell her? How could she not like you, have you seen yourself? Do you know how many girls would literally kill to get even just a single date with you?”

“Ahh, it’s just, let’s say, complicated”.

You gave him a blank, deadpan stare. He always did this, worrying over nothing, “I’m sure you can definitely work it out. Just tell her, c’mon”.

He chuckled, “okay, will do. After I'm done with this, though.”

You smiled at his willing attitude, but inside you felt like your whole world was falling apart. You wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the man you had liked for so many years with another girl. If this made you selfish, then you would embrace the label, because it was no use denying how jealous you were feeling.

He stubbed out the joint on the ashtray and inhaled deeply, “okay, so, I’m gonna do it now.”

“Yeah, good luck!”, you cheered him on. But he didn’t stand up. Instead, he faced towards you, adjusting his posture and clearing his throat.

“So, here goes nothing. I like you. Like a lot, and for a long time now,” he stared at you straight in the eyes, warm pools of chocolate engulfing you in their mesmerising hold.

“What?”, that’s all you could muster up. And there goes your romantic moment. You probably looked like a dead fish, with your eyes wide open in disbelief, while your crush of a lifetime confessed to you, “Ryan stop joking.”

“I’m not, I do really like you,” his tone was dead serious, his unreadable expression made you shiver. Was this real?

“Ryan, I swear, if you’re playing me you’re dead. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in love with you?”, you tried to calm down, “all this time I was painfully watching you flirt with any girl you’d see, for what fucking reason if the one you liked was me all along? You were the only oblivious one to my feelings.”

“I-I just thought… a girl like you, why would you even want me? I tried my best to get over you, didn’t wanna ruin our friendship too, but nothing worked. And as you can see, today I failed miserably. It’s not even the first time…” you felt yourself melt under his words, as if they were a magic spell. The last sentence made you chuckle a bit.

“Serves you right, Ross,” you started feeling more at ease, “well, I like you too. So what now?”

You tried to regain some composure, glancing up at him occasionally: Ryan also looked happier now, the awkwardness long gone, except the sheepish smile still adorning his lips, which soon found yours, the warmness of his skin contrasting with the chills decorating every inch of your skin.

Chaste, dainty pecks soon turned into a fervid make out session, his hands roamed everywhere, eager to explore what he sought for so long. Your hands settled in his locks, soft like the nicest pillow and smooth like the most heavenly silk.

His lips travelled up and down your neck, your collarbones, your earlobes, he couldn’t get enough. And when you tumbled over on the bed, he hug you tightly, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you close to him, chest to chest. His breath crashed against your cheeks when your lips parted, “better than I ever dreamed,” he smiled, while he planted kisses on your whole face.

“Oh, so you even dreamed of this. But you didn’t have the balls to confess earlier?”, you teased him playfully.

“Mhm. How could I even imagine such an angel like you would like me back?”

“You sure do have a way with words, uh. Wait, wha-”, you shifted slightly on the mattress.

“Ryan, did you just get hard?”

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can’t write smut so I’ll leave it up to your imagination! ;)

[barbara-gordons-glasses]

Rewatching invincible and it has me thinking that if there was a variant that misses William (and maybe was there to grab him and bring him back to his dimension) then there is DEFINITELY a variant that misses Amber. I think it would’ve been cool to see if a Mark from another dimension was trying to find Amber and how that interaction would’ve gone

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Daddy Issues

Natasha X Reader

Inspired by the song Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood.

Warnings: Physical Abuse, Trauma, Difficult Childhood, Hurt/comfort, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Panic Attacks.

Please consider these Warnings before reading. This is a Mature Rated Fic.

Y/n was the newest member of the avengers team and Natasha was very intrigued by the young woman. She was always on guard and had a mask similar to the spy to not let their true emotions show. Curious as to why, Natasha watched the woman with caution, her instinct to not trust and find out the truth had gotten the better of her. But the truth would affect her more then she realised.

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present Cheated on your mom but she never left him

The Avengers were sat around the kitchen ready for breakfast when Clint said, “God this tastes exactly what my old man used to make,” his tone nostalgic as he remembered his father making him breakfast. The team laughed and started to talk about their own childhoods due to prompt from the archer. You tensed slightly at the topic but made sure your walls stayed high as you didn’t need anyone knowing. However you failed to notice a certain redhead saw how you started to just push your food around on your plate and remained quiet. Not wanting to be there anymore, you made a reasonable excuse to leave and smiled at everyone before leaving raising no suspicions from anyone else.

First I didn't get it, now I understand

“What’s that now? Like 10-0?” the spy teased as she had once again pinned you to the training mats. You huffed out in annoyance as you hated training with Natasha as it always ended in teasing and you on the floor is positions way too familiar, except you knew she would never purposely hurt you. Not like he did.

“What’s that from?” She questioned while seeing the large scar on your stomach as your loose t-shirt had ridden up while being thrown on the floor.

“Just a silly accident as a child.” You quickly brushed the subject aside while pulling the ends of the black fabric down to cover it. Natasha saw the ways your eyes flickered with fear and conflict before your mask once again came back up.

“Oh ok,” she said, acting convinced for you to believe her, “Want to go again? Maybe you’ll land a hit this time.” Her tone mocking in a playful way but it only brought you another painful memory.

You heard shouting coming from downstairs before a little knock at your door. Your younger brother peaked his head around the door, his eyes full of fear.

“Y/n?” his voice barely above a whisper as he came into the room searching for his older sister.

“Hey I’m right here,” you softly spoke to him, attempting to calm him down as you could see how scared he was. “Why don’t you spend the night in my room?” you asked while pulling him in for a gentle embrace. You felt a little nod against your chest and pulled him into your bed. “You stay right there for me ok? You’re safe in here, he won’t get you. I won’t let him.” You pulled back to see tears threatening to fall but he nodded once again before you went to leave the room.

“Y/n please don’t go. He’ll hurt you again,” he pleaded as you reached for the door handle.

“It’s ok Y/b/n. I need to help mommy,” you turned to look at him curled in your duvet, “I’ll be fine.”

When you reached downstairs all you could smell was alcohol as you saw him. Your father was screaming at your mother as her hand rubbed over the red handprint across her face.

“Get the fuck away from her,” you spat as you ran over to your mother and pushed the man out of your way.

“You want to say that again you little bitch,” he growled as he shoved you away from your mother.

“I said get the fuck away from her!” you shouted, the rage that was bottled up inside you was now spilling out.

“I’d like to see you try and land a hit on me you pathetic little bitch,” he snarled while taking a swig of the bottle of alcohol in his hand before advancing towards your sobbing mother again. With all your strength you pushed him over before he could swing the bottle at your mother. You didn’t register anything till you saw the panic in your mothers eyes and the sinister look on his face before feeling a sudden pain along your stomach and your shirt becoming wet and sticky.

“Y/n?” questioned the spy as you had zoned out after her question.

“Huh,” you looked at her before replying, “Oh. Uh no thanks, I’ve had enough for today.” You smiled at her while rubbing the back of your neck, your nails digging into the skin there to punish yourself you being so vulnerable. “I’m going to go now Nat. Thanks for training,” you smiled at her before leaving her alone in the gym.

He broke her heart, left money in her hand So everything got paid for

“So Y/n, what’s your favourite childhood memory?” asked Tony as the whole team were enjoying a nice night in, sharing stories to provide entertainment.

“There’s so many how could I choose?” you lied while laughing with the others, trying your best to avoid the subject.

“Come on,” Tony said with a hint of stubbornness in his tone, “There’s got to be one that’s your favourite?”

“Yeah come on Y/n,” spoke a few other Avengers

“Ok, ok,” you raised your hands in defeat as you thought carefully, trying to find a happy memory. “It was my little brothers birthday and my mother and father gave us money to go to the local fair with,” you started trying to talk about your father in a way that didn’t seem like he ruined your life when that’s all he did, “He wanted to go on every single ride with me and practically dragged me around the place,” you laughed at the memory of seeing his face, his smile bright enough to light up a room. “But we went on this one ride that was too much for him and he swore to me he would never go on a ride ever again,” you chuckled at remembering his pale face as if he had just done the scariest thing in the world.

“Hey you ok?” you asked as he stumbled off the ride, a little smile on his face.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he gasped out while walking with you to exit the ride, “ I am never going on another ride ever again,” he exclaimed while looking at you. You raised your eyebrow at his suggestion before he quickly said, “Hey I’m being serious! That was terrifying!” you laughed at his seriousness before giving him a side hug and looking for your parents. After scanning the crowd you saw your father talking to another woman, his hands on her waist and a flirtatious look in his eyes. You looked past him to see your mother stood alone smoking, looking as if she was about to cry on the spot. You suggested to your brother that you could go find a game to play to avoid him seeing your parents.

A hand on your leg snapped you back to your thoughts. Natasha saw how after a moment or two of remembering the event your smile seemed to falter so she tried to bring you back to reality.

“Seems like someone was enjoying the memory too much,” she joked before changing the subject to spare you. After a while you slipped out of the room and no one seemed to notice. Well except for a certain redhead.

A few weeks later you found yourself at one of Starks after parties along with your team mates who had all seemed to had a bit to drink from the earlier main party. You were the only one there who hadn’t drunk anything alcoholic as you refused to drink anything like that. You zoned out while everyone started to talk as this wasn’t one of the things you liked to do. You started to pay attention to what was happening when you heard two male voices starting to get louder. You gripped the arm of the sofa you were sat in while your leg started to bounce slightly in anxiety. When Tony and Steve had started to properly argue and shout at each other you felt your thoughts spiralling out of control. Flashes how he would shout at you mother filled your brain, how he would beat her for wanting the best for their children, no her children, he had lost the title of being your father the first time he hit your mother. Other painful memories invaded your brain such as how he would hit you, pin you to the ground and do unimaginable things to a child and laugh as he saw your brother and mother shy away in fear. Your breath started to quicken and your hands started to tremble so you decided you needed to leave the room as quick as possible.

Suddenly you stood up and left the room as everyone was preoccupied with stopping the super soldier and billionaire from fighting. You managed to get to the roof of the compound, the place where you would go if anything became too much such as now, before your legs gave way and you collapsed against the wall. You let your body take control as you couldn’t keep the emotions in anymore. Your whole body violently shook as you sobbed into your hands.

All you could see was him. His face. His hands as he held you down. The screams of your mother. Your screams. The silhouette of your younger brother watching. The smell of alcohol. The feeling of pain. The feeling of when he would-

“Y/n…” Natasha’s tone was laced with fear as she saw you against the wall. After seeing you leave when the boys had started to fight she seemed to piece together an idea of what had happened to you and went to check on you. You didn’t look up when you heard her you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. What would she think of you now? A weak girl troubled by her past? A pathetic excuse of a person? A waste of space? She stepped towards you to try and comfort you but you flinched away at the sound of her footsteps.

“Please,” you sobbed out, ”Please leave me alone,” you begged, “Please don’t hurt me,” you croaked out before glancing at her feet to see where she was.

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“Y/n,” she softly whispered, “Its me Nat. I’m not going to hurt you I promise.” You looked up slowly to see the spy through your tear filled eyes.

“Nat?” your voice shakily asked.

“Yeah it’s me. Can I come closer to your?” She watched as you tensed up before nodding at her request, your eyes meeting hers.

I can see it on your face it was rough Left a bad taste on your tongue

She slowly walked towards you and crouched next to you so you could see where she was without raising your head too much. “Hey its ok Y/n,” she cooed causing you to relax, “I’ve got you now. Your safe.” She repeated the phrase again and again till your sobs turned to whimpers and your body wasn’t shaking as much. “Can I touch you?” she whispered scared if she spoke too loud you would feel scared again. You weakly nodded and she gently cupped your face with her hands and wiped away the tears on your face.

And she didn't even take any drugs She would rain all day Couldn't wait for her sun to shine

You looked into her green eyes expecting to see disappointment or even disgust but all you saw was love and care. You hesitantly reached forward with your hands, wanting to hold her close and find comfort in someone but you stopped. You didn’t want to cross any boundaries with her as you thought it was bad enough that she was seeing you like this. Picking up on what you wanted, she carefully moved her hands around your shoulders and pulled you into her lap. She held you close and tightly as you started to cry into her neck. You murmured apologies against her skin until she told you it wasn’t your fault. You stayed quiet after that and just held onto her. She didn’t realise how much you needed her but she was happy to stay with you through it all.

And you made it shine There when she cried, you saved her life

[thesecondhandwoman]

WAIT I JUST READ YOUR SEVIKA SICKFIC AND OH MY GOD??? YOU WRITE HER SO PERFECTLY JHASDJA

i was fangirling over u and just found out we're moots i am ECSTATIC

I PRACTICALLY JUMPED UP FROM MY SEAT WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX.

I absolutely LOVE your Sevika fanfics so much (and it makes me so happy that you like MINE).

[pearl-and-co]

Being a writer who likes to do her research is really hard when you're squeamish and have a crazy physical response to gore. Like my hands are numb and my teeth hurt, but I know how to do apocalypse first-aid on deep lacerations.

[brattypagansub]

Teaser

It’s not often that Soap is stunned but he is now. Seeing the man with blonde hair and blue eyes taking off his rags. Protection from the desert sun and sands. Soap had several questions to.

Starting with how does someone that damn pale not burn in the desert. He seemed confused then put the back of his hand on Soap’s forehand. Soap chuckled some realizing what’s going on “I’m ok.. just stunned is all”

His savior nodded seemingly accepting that explanation. “You don’t get humans around and often do ya?” There was a hint of amusement in those ice blue eyes. Soap may have appreciated the irony of what he’d said.

If he hadn’t been in so much trouble to begin with. Desert jobs suck for several reason but most of all. When things go tits up there’s a very high chance. That you’ll die out there.. it was only by divine intervention. And the man grabbing his hand as he was actively falling.

That saved Soap from a painful and embarrassing death. Desert elves don’t usually show themselves they’re reclusive. So he’s also not taking this honor lightly he admired the beautiful architecture.

“Sorry for all the trouble you aren’t injured are ya?” The blonde elf shook his head it was just then that Soap’s mind. Helpfully decided to notice the beautiful armor. Covering both pecs, biceps, a cage like area covering his stomach.

Fucking hell MacTavish focus ya prick and not on the not elf’s body.

[2-shots2-thehead]

- I sleep so I can see you -

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Summary : Your boyfriend has a bit of a nightmare and ends up talking in his sleep..

Pairing : Ryan Ross (P!ATD) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Word Count : 626

Warnings/ Fic type : Mentions of nightmares- Just a fluffy blurb :P

A/N : I don’t rlly write for P!ATD much but I will write for Ryan !!

You could feel a familiar slight tossing and turning beside you. Your boyfriend had been having some issues with sleeping lately, so you were used to that shifting weight between your arms when you slept with a loose grip around him.

You stir a bit in your own sleep, removing your arms from him completely to prop yourself up on your elbows. You move one hand to gently run your fingers through his dark hair in a silent attempt to sooth him. You didn’t want to resort to waking him up just yet, and that usually worked.

After a few moments his eyebrows gently furrowed, his blank, tired expression turning to a soft frown. His left leg kicked at nothing just slightly. Through your own half-asleep daze, you could hear his voice, slightly huskier than usual from sleep.

“Y-…Y-Y/n-..”

His voice came out as a low, barely-intelligible mumble. He’d talked a few times in his sleep before as you knew, but you’d never heard him say your name. As much as you’d like to revel in the moment and enjoy the way your heart fluttered at the sound, you knew he was quickly becoming distressed.

“I’m right here, baby.. Shh…”

You sat up fully before wrapping your arms around him again to pull him into your lap. His body was a lot warmer than it usually was.

His eyes fluttered open as he drew a sharp breath. He looked around before his eyes landed on your face, letting out a weak sigh as he slowly understood his situation. He was safe. You were safe. That was a dream.

“..I-I’m sorry, Y-“

You cut him off quicker than you ever had, tightening your hold on him just a bit.

“Don’t apologize... It’s okay. Just breathe. I’m right here..”

Your voice was quiet, but you knew he understood your words. He turned to bury his face against your shoulder, doing exactly as you told him. ‘Just breathe’. You always told him the same thing, and somehow the advice always seemed to work. When his panic attacks were worse, sometimes you needed to walk him through some steps.. But it was always just..breathing.

“M-…My dream was-…really bad.. I dunno where it came from. But-..you died.. I didn’t like it.”

You rubbed his back gently, tracing small circles against his skin. He didn’t cry, but you could tell he was close, which was honestly unlike him.

“Sorry.. I—I know it’s stupid. It’s just a dream- I shouldn’t be whining to you like this.”

Whenever he spoke that way, it hurt. He was the best at comforting you whenever you needed it, but he always seemed to do everything in his power to invalidate his feelings.

“It’s okay, Ryan. I promise. I get it.. I wouldn’t like it either- Even if you were an actor, and we watched a movie where you died.. It’s just-..not nice to think about. That’s completely understandable.”

Your words calmed him a bit; his body shakes seemed to slowly cease. He moved his own arms to wrap around your torso, turning his head to hide his face against your hair.

“You’re the best, y’know that..?”

His voice was firmer than it had been previously- More confident. Sure. His breathing was slower, and less broken. You smiled to yourself, glad that your comfort worked.

“I am pretty awesome.”

He didn’t move his head, but you could practically hear the eye roll. He laughed nonetheless, pushing you gently to lay back down against the pillows. He kept his arms wrapped around you, moving one leg to gently rest over yours.

“…I love you. A lot.”

You pressed a light kiss to the top of his head, before letting your eyes slowly close.

“I love you too. ..Even more.”

[witless-winion1]

I was asking my friends and teacher how a ghost/soul would have a panic attack, and at some point my teacher suggested they start spinning

??? Polites watching his best friends fight to the death down in the Underworld

[diaphanous-anchor]

Sunday Snippet⚰️

TW: mildly graphic depictions of death, major character death

“Theo.” Scott says.

Theo doesn’t think he’s ever seen Scott scared. Not before, when Theo tried to kill him; not the whole time they’ve been captured here either. But now Scott’s scent is sour, acrid with the stench of fear. In fact, he’s terrified.

Theo is falling. He only realizes as his world tilts on its axis. His vision is clouding, darkness flooding the edges of it. He coughs wetly. There’s blood pooling on the back of his tongue.

“Theo!”

Scott catches him as he goes, in warm, steady arms. Even weakened, Scott is still strong. He is an alpha after all. Theo chuckles bitterly, coughs around the blood in his throat. He’s always wanted to die. After everything, he felt it’s all he deserved. But now, like this, with bile and blood burning his throat and mercury flooding his lash line, he wants nothing more than to live.

He wants to live.

It’s unfortunate, really. But he isn’t surprised. The gods have never been on his side.

Scott is saying his name. Over and over. Desperate, terrified. Like sheer willpower will be enough to hold him together.

“Look at me. Look at me.” Scott is saying.

He has Theo’s head in his lap. A warm palm pressed against his chin, the other cradling his face.

Theo can’t breathe. His chest feels like it’s on fire, lungs alight with matches. He feels like he’s being torn in two. Split at the seams. He stares up at Scott, desperate and afraid. He doesn’t want to die. Not like this.

“Scott—” He mumbles out, choking around the blood.

“Don’t talk, don’t talk.” Scott says. His hands are trembling.

“Theo, you have to live.” Scott is saying. “Please, you have to live.”

He’s crying, Theo realizes with a sudden soberness. He’s dying, and Scott McCall is crying. Over him.

“Don’t cry.” He slurs, reaching a hand up to weakly paw at Scott's cheeks.

Don’t cry. Not over me.

“Shut up, shut up.” Scott says desperately.

He’s reaching for Theo’s hand now, holds it as black veins begin to crawl up his arm.

Theo shudders a sigh of relief. He hadn’t even remembered he was in pain. Too familiar with the aches that come with his existence. It’s like a second skin for him.

Don’t take my pain. Let me suffer the way I should. I don’t deserve to die in peace.

Distantly he thinks of Gabe. Of the way he looked when Theo knelt to take his pain. To ease his suffering.

“Does it still hurt?” “No.”

He’d cried. Later when he’d gone back to his truck. Cried for the boy who had died a cruel death. All because he thought he was doing a good thing. All because someone had lied and told him that it would all be worth it. That the people he was trying to kill deserved it. They had turned a boy into a killer. Theo had cried for Gabe, and he’d cried for himself. Because he’d seen himself in Gabe. Just a boy. Just a child.

“Theo, Theo. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, Theo. Look at me.”

He’s tired. So tired.

Scott’s veins aren’t running black anymore. There’s nothing left for him to take.

“S’okay.” He slurs, hand slipping from the alpha’s face. “M’okay.”

He closes his eyes then. Sleep is pulling at him. Tugging him into the void. Inescapable. Heavy like a blanket. There’s a warmth beginning to travel down his spine and to his toes. He smiles then, content. Slips further and further into unconsciousness.

“Theo. Theo!”

Scott sounds far away.

It’s okay. I’m where I’m supposed to be.

The darkness takes him.

He’ll never know the way Scott sobbed as he slipped away. Never hear the ensuing roar that followed. Thundering, booming for miles. Desperate and angry and broken.

Somewhere, several thousand miles away, a banshee screams.

Song references: Lungs- Vancouver Sleep Clinic; Grave-George Ogilvie

[magia-nera]

7 minutes in heaven

── ryan ross x fem!reader

summary: after dragging you to a party you didn't really wanted to go to, ryan manages to somehow make the situation worse, bringing stupid party games into the mix.

warnings: alcohol use, vulgar words (very few tbh) and slightly suggestive themes. the characters are 18+

word count: 3.4k

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Ryan knew full well you were an introvert and not too interested in partying, yet he insisted on dragging you to Brendon’s house, which was currently way too crowded in your opinion.

You thought about how you’d rather be at home bingeing crappy movies or just relaxing by yourself, sinking in the myriad of pillows that adorned your bed, when your eyes started wandering around the room. Maybe you were looking for an excuse to leave, or just maybe you were looking for the reason you were at this God forsaken party to begin with.

It’s not like you were mad Ryan dragged you here, what made you kind of annoyed was the fact that he was seemingly gone, while you’d hoped he would stay by your side. Instead you found yourself alone, looking for some peace and quiet in the kitchen, far away from the crowd. Yes, you were on your own, but this was somewhat more bearable than awkwardly standing against a wall amidst waves of dancing bodies, trying to push down the knot in your throat that formed as soon as you stepped in. You hadn’t even noticed Ryan disappearing, you just suddenly found yourself feeling colder, your limbs going frigid, looking around for your friend: it almost felt like your body felt the lack of his warm presence and signalled it to you through the shivers dancing up and down your spine.

Once you realised you were unable to locate him, you tried to navigate the crammed hallways towards a glimmer of quietness, shushing the gloominess muddling your thoughts.

You lowered your head, staring at the red cup in your hand, half full with a mixture of vodka and some kind of energy drink. Why were you thinking such stupid things all of a sudden? You’d known Ryan for years now, you had many classes together in high school and now that finals were done, ending your senior year, you were a bit worried you guys would just… drift apart. Maybe that’s why you hoped he would stay with you at this party, maybe that’s why you accepted to come to begin with. Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking. Yeah, that was definitely the reason.

You let out a soft – and perhaps slightly self deprecating – chuckle: it wasn’t the first time those thoughts came to your mind, but every time you deemed them too silly to pay them any mind. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept the fact that you would miss Ryan if you parted ways. You couldn't even begin to process the butterflies you felt in your stomach whenever his pretty face popped up in your head. The oh so perfect, poetic and dazzling Ryan Ross was definitely too out of your league. What use was it to try to make sense of it all, when you were so sure of the fact that these feelings were not reciprocated?

“What’s got you laughing?” a shadow loomed over you. You didn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards you, partly because they were hidden by the loud music that was making the walls vibrate, and also because you were so deep in thought that you drowned out every other stimulus.

You looked up, “Oh wow, I thought you had abandoned me and escaped or something,” you flashed Ryan a small smile. His cheeks were slightly red and flushed, probably because of the alcohol, seeing as he also held a red plastic cup just like yours, except his was empty.

“If you’re looking for something to drink, it should be in that cabinet,” you pointed to his left.

“Well, no, I guess I’ve had enough. Also, I wouldn’t abandon you: Brendon was just talking to some girls about our songs, you know… and he wouldn’t let me leave.”

“What a show off,” you giggled, jokingly. “What are you here for then?”

“Obviously I came looking for you.”

You felt blood rushing to your face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. We were thinking of playing some games or something,” Ryan immediately noticed your face going blank, “Listen, I know you’re not the biggest fan of parties and stuff, but I’d like if you tagged along, to be honest I’d like it better with you there…” he scratched the nape of his neck, was he… embarrassed?

That was so unlike the Ryan you knew, always somewhat cocky and annoying, hiding his kind and sweet side behind the slightly arrogant facade. It was kind of endearing to see him flustered, and you silently thanked the alcohol for making him this cute.

“Yeah, well, I guess I can tag along… but no truth or dare, you know I have no creativity whatsoever and I wouldn’t be able to come up with questions and that would be the actual worst,” you chuckled, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous and anxious you were.

“Okay okay, I won’t allow them to let you make a fool of yourself like that,” he mocked you.

This wasn’t your first party, but it definitely would be the first time you played party games, as you always avoided them like the plague.

Other than the nervousness, a slight pang of jealousy caught you by surprise. What were you even jealous of? Ryan? It’s not like he liked you back. And it’s not like you liked him to begin with. The butterflies that flapped violently against the walls of your stomach were just a natural reaction, who wouldn’t feel even the littlest bit of excitement when the most gorgeous man on Earth smiled at you so coyly?

Then why did you catch yourself staring at his nape while he was leading you out of the kitchen, the curve of his shoulders clumsily hidden by his shirt, and your eyes wandered down his back, while feeling a pit of sadness piercing through your stomach?

You caught yourself praying that he wouldn’t have to kiss any other girl, and maybe, just maybe, the bottle would land on you… but it’s not like you’d ever have the guts to confess your conflicted feelings, especially not when the thought of your friendship dying down from the distance college would put between you was all that occupied your mind for days now.

He turned to face you, “Are you coming or what?” he smiled.

You tried to regain some composure and nodded.

The whole house was packed with teens dancing to the loud music playing through the speakers. Ryan waited till you caught up with him and then let you walk ahead of him.

“I don’t want to bear the guilt of losing you in the crowd,” he snickered.

You walked past him and felt his hand on the small of your back. It was warm and comforting, you relished in the feeling, trying to quiet down your heartbeat. You couldn’t even tell if it was the nervousness of the imminent game or the warmth radiating from his hand making your heart skip one too many beats.

He led you all the way to Brendon’s bedroom, where a few other people were waiting.

“Here they are! Come sit here guys,” Brendon exclaimed cheerfully. “Allow me to explain what we’re gonna play.”

Brendon’s theatrical attitude made you chuckle, seemingly calming your furious heartbeat with the distraction he provided.

“So you all know 7 minutes in heaven right?” He glanced at you and you nodded in response. While you weren’t as close with Brendon as you were with Ryan, you guys did hang out more than a couple times and he knew you were kind of a shut-in hermit. Being a homebody didn’t mean you lived under a rock.

He continued, “Well that’s what we’re playing, but with a twist,” Brendon’s smile grew, you could catch a glimpse of benevolent malice hiding behind his pearly whites.

Some girls squealed excitedly, everyone wanted to know more.

“Okay, quiet down everybody,” Brendon shushed, gesturing with his hands.

“Hurry up Brendon,” Spencer laughed.

“So, to be honest I always thought 7 minutes in heaven was pretty boring. I mean you get to spend seven minutes stuck in a closet, isn’t it quite obvious you’re gonna fuck?” he started explaining. “So I’ve devised this variant. Basically we’re gonna split the guys from the girls and each group gets a room.”

People started giggling gleefully, thinking this was gonna get interesting.

“Each group gets to pick one person, like I don’t know, by spinning the bottle or something, and that’s the lucky one that gets to go in the closet. Blindfolded obviously. Cause the objective is guessing who the other person is, but no talking allowed. And no cum stains on my clothes cause we’re gonna use my closet, and I swear I’m gonna commit murder if any of y’all get them stained,” he shot daggers at the boys, who all laughed.

Ryan glanced at you as if to ask if you were okay, you gave a slight nod and a small smile. You didn’t want to ruin everyone’s night and be a bummer. Also it would be unlikely you’d get picked anyway, seeing as there were at least six or seven other girls.

“Oh also,” Brendon chimed again. “We’re going for multiple rounds!” Everyone cheered.

“Come on now, let’s get to our rooms,” Brendon ushered the girls out, pointing to the door opposite to his bedroom.

You sat down with the others, taking a second to look at them. You kind of knew some of them, from school, but not really enough to call them friends. Barely acquaintances even.

“Okay I guess spin the bottle would be the easiest way, right?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

You gulped nervously, you genuinely didn’t know if you wanted to be picked to get this over with or not.

One of the girls placed an empty soda bottle down in the middle of the circle you all made on the floor, and started spinning it.

When it landed on a pretty blonde, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. The pang of jealousy stabbed through your chest again though, and you found yourself hoping that Ryan wasn’t the one picked.

As you all got up and covered the girl’s eyes with the tie Brendon gave you as a makeshift blindfold, you started making your way out of the bedroom, while the chosen girl was being guided by her friend.

“Keep quiet or you’ll ruin the surprise!” you overheard one of the girls say, while giggling.

You opened the door to find the boys all ready with their chosen candidate.

You held back your sigh of relief when you noticed it was Spencer the one who was blindfolded.

Everyone stayed quiet as Brendon opened the closet and let Spencer and the girl inside. He then grabbed a timer, “Time starts… now!”

He hurried everyone to leave the bedroom.

Once you’re all out he laughed, “I don’t wanna hear them making out to be honest.” He flopped on the bed in the spare bedroom where you previously were with the girls. “Hasn’t Spencer been eyeing that girl up and down like, all night long?”

“Yeah,” Ryan replies, his tone somewhat sheepish.

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks and ears, your breath hitched after noticing how close his voice sounded. Your head felt dizzy and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and look at him and face his gaze, that you felt burning through your skin.

You sank lower into the mattress, seeking comfort in the lavender coloured sheets.

Perhaps Ryan caught your nervousness, or maybe he was also feeling awkward — even though you struggled to picture that — but he didn’t say a word for a couple of minutes.

When you finally lifted your head to look at him, he gave you a small smile, his eyes hiding his flustered demeanour pretty well.

“How do you think they’re doing in there?” he breathed out.

Why was your heart even thumping now? You felt like your ribs were about to crack.

“Oh, uh… I guess they’re having fun,” you spoke softly.

As the minutes went by you started making small talk and feeling a bit more comfortable. After all it was the alcohol’s fault you were feeling so lightheaded and your heart felt like it was running a marathon. Yes, it was surely that. Just hold on a bit more and you can leave, you kept telling yourself.

The ringing of the timer shook you out of your dizzy bliss, your heart giving you the fatal blow when it seemed about to jump out of your chest as Ryan’s shoulder brushed against yours when he rose from the bed.

“Time’s up, let’s go free the lovebirds,” Brendon laughed in a slightly sarcastic tone.

When he opened the closet door, the two of them were all over each other, hair ruffled and breathing laboured.

“Come on, get out. You can continue somewhere else,” Brendon winked, making everyone laugh. “Time for the second round.”

This time you were feeling a little more relaxed, the alcohol was starting to wear off and you were getting more comfortable. The game didn’t seem as scary anymore.

Until the bottle landed on you.

You knew this would happen eventually, yet you couldn’t help your head jerking up, trying to hide the panicked look you were sure was plastered on your face.

Thank God, or maybe unfortunately, the girls didn’t seem to notice and they hurried you on your feet, eager to blindfold you and start the round.

Shivers travelled up and down your spine as one of the girls held your hand to guide you to the room.

It was so eerily quiet, you couldn’t tell at all who was the guy who got picked.

You felt the girl’s hand on your shoulders as she pushed you into the cramped closet. You tucked your feet under your bottom, trying to find a comfortable enough position.

The air grew warmer as the other person joined in.

“Okay guys, time’s starting.” You hear a muffled voice, but you couldn’t distinguish who it was because of the layers of fabric and wood blocking out the sounds, “let’s go grab some more booze while we wait”.

Your view was completely black, your mouth agape, looking for some more air to fill up your lungs. You were almost shaking, trying to dry off your sweaty palms on your jeans.

You felt rustling coming from in front of you, he was probably trying to adjust himself in the tiniest amount of space so as to not disturb you. He couldn’t help but brush his legs against yours though, which let a small gasp escape from your lips.

“Uhm…” you started, before remembering the no-talking rule. You sighed in frustration. How could you even begin to guess who was the boy stuck in there with you if you couldn’t even talk to him?

Suddenly you felt puffs of warm hair hitting your face, signalling that he was getting closer. You instinctively raised your hands in front of you, as if you were trying to protect yourself or put some distance between the two of you, even though it would have been in vain, seeing as your back was against the wall.

What you didn’t expect was your hands hitting the soft cotton covering his chest. You froze, unable to react and remove them, mentally cursing the moment you decided to participate in this stupid game.

The fact that the boy took this as a sign that he could reciprocate your touch made everything even worse, your head started spinning faster than a carousel as his hands laid gently on your knees.

You could feel his warmth through the denim fabric, your heart started skipping beat after beat. This was driving you insane, it felt as if the time was as frozen as you were in that instant.

He hummed quietly as his hands made their way up your thighs, hesitating.

He stopped midway, seemingly unsure whether he had the green light or not.

For some reason you felt disappointment rush through your veins when he stopped, replacing the nervousness. As he was about to lift his hands, his fingertips barely grazing your legs, you moved your own hands higher up his chest, your feather touch barely caressing his collarbones under the lightweight shirt.

Thankfully he got the message. His hands latched back to your thighs, but didn’t stay there for long, he immediately moved them up to grab your hips.

You felt goosebumps when his thin fingers slid under the hem of your shirt and collided with the skin of your lower back.

It felt somehow familiar.

His fingers hooked in your Venus’ dimples and your ears felt devilishly hot when they caught the sigh he let escape.

The sound reverberated in your head, kicking out all other thoughts and that small spark of reason you were trying to keep alight.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, trying to focus on identifying the man who was making you feel all hot and bothered.

As your fingers travelled to the nape of his neck and tangled in his soft hair, his hands were occupied with exploring your back and waist, stopping to lay palms flat against your side, thumbs lightly pressing your stomach.

His face was inching closer and you could smell his cologne, faint but distinguishable.

The scent of hairspray, the softness of his shirt, it all made sense now.

“Ryan?” a whisper struggled to leave your lips.

“Y-yeah…” his breathing fanned against your earlobe. “You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you,” he sighed as his lips brushed against your skin.

A rush of hot blood made your veins pulse, you gulped down the awkwardness.

“I’m happy too…” your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer in a much needed hug.

When you felt his nose bump into yours, all sense and reason escaped you, as an eagerness you didn’t know you could have made its way through your dizzy head.

“Is it okay if…” his lips caressed your cheek as he whispered.

“Yes, please, Ryan, kiss–”, his lips didn’t let you finish the sentence as they immediately captured yours in a loving and chaste kiss.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he whined desperately in between sloppy kisses, stopping only to take your blindfolds off.

You hummed against his mouth, hoping he’d understand that you too had been dying to kiss him for God knows how long.

His hands started exploring your back, clashing against the clip of your bra and the hem of your jeans, before settling on the sides of your face. His thumbs traced small circles on your cheeks.

“I really really like you, (Y/N),” he panted.

“I like you too,” you replied before capturing his lips once again.

The make out session left you breathless as you laid your head on his shoulder, while he engulfed you in his tight embrace. It felt like he’d never let you go and you were totally fine with that.

“I think I would have actually cried if you ended up with some other jerk,” he chuckled.

“Were you jealous?” you teased, knowing full well you were thinking the same exact thing.

“Shut up. Wouldn’t you also be jealous if the girl you liked for years ended up making out with someone else?”

“Touché, Ross,” you chirped gleefully. He liked you. The prettiest and kindest and smartest person you’d ever laid eyes upon reciprocated your feelings. It felt unreal.

“Don’t you think time should be up by now?” he tilted his head.

“Oh fuck, you’re right. Did they forget us or what?”

“Not that I’m complaining if we accidentally end up staying here all night,” he teased sarcastically, “who knows what might happen.”

“Shut up!” you laughed.

The closet fell silent. You really should be looking for a way to get out.

Thankfully it seemed that Brendon read your minds, cause you suddenly felt frantic footsteps approaching hurriedly and a string of mumbled ‘fuck fuck fuck’s.

“We can continue this later, right?” Ryan whispered in your ear, as he moved just a couple inches back. You could literally feel the cocky smirk adorning his beautiful face.

You turned to look at him right as the closet door opened, “Fuck guys I’m so sorry, we went to grab some more vodka bottles and didn’t hear the timer go off I’m so sorry fuck,” Brendon’s hand was outstretched, offering you help to get out.

Thank God he didn’t seem to notice your tousled hair and laboured breath.

Your eyes went immediately looking for Ryan’s, his gaze making you melt.

“Don’t worry, we had fun,” he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. He was back to his annoying usual self, which you couldn’t help but love all the same as the desperate whiny mess he was just a couple minutes ago.

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i highly hope there were no mistakes as english isn't my native language and this was my very first time writing a fanfic :)

[inthedarknessofnight]

No one:

Eddie when he sees Steve being great with kids:

this had me cackling y’all 🤣

[rainy-matcha]

whenever I see a fic where a character has a panic attack and another character helps them breathe in deeply like "Can you breathe with me?" or something like that it kinda instantly takes me out of it because I've literally never had someone know to do that for me in real life?? Maybe it's just me but idk do most people have enough basic knowledge on panic attacks to do that? And are also calm and collected and together enough in the moment to help someone like that? Idk man just feels unrealistic 🤷

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Five: Hug me (Or kiss me)

You and Duncan stared as most of the 'Screaming Gopher's' team jumped down. Then it got to Owen. Geoff, Gwen, and You go to the outhouses all stationed around various areas on the island. When it's your turn to go in, you start to laugh. "He's going to drown us all if he jumps. I for one, am to young to die."

Then you go back to the moutain and see he still hasn't jumped.

"We're all doomed aren't we?" Duncan whispered in your ear. "Oh most certainly." You laugh under your breath.

Then you watch as your end falls from the sky, and hits the water like a bomb making water splash all around you dispersing the campers in every which way. Duncan and you landed right by each other, his legs tangled with yours.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate water?" Duncan groaned his body shivering from excess fear he was shoving down. "Actually yes, countless of times." You laughed ruffling his hair as he pinned you to the grown smiling. "Don't touch the hair, princess."

"Yes, yeah! Who's the man?" Owen yelled from the safe zone in the water. The Screaming Gophers had won, the team cheered and you groaned. "Coward fucking Courtney." Duncan hit his head against the sand in contempt. "Be nice." You lightly punched his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You heard Trent ask. "I think I lost my bathing suit." Owen muttered. "Ew." All the campers voiced their varying opinions of grossness.

As their prize the Screaming Gophers got wagons to wheel their boxes, but that didn't really bother you. The rest of your team? Yeah, it bothered them. Duncan kicked his, you just carried yours on your shoulders. "Lift with your back wasn't meant to be taking literally." Duncan teased you smiling as Eva and Courtney argued.

Tyler finally voiced his need to take a piss (for some reason) and suddenly Sadie and Katie had to go as well much to Eva's dismay. Luckily, it didn't take them very long but you noticed when Satie and Katie returned their thighs were a redish tint, but you stayed silent.

"Poison Ivy?" Duncan asked from next to you. "Oh for sure." You smiled as Chris asked you guys what was taking so long, lightly screaming when he saw Courtney's eye which was now pulsating.

Duncan rememebered when you both were around nine and were sent to 'Wilderness Survival School for troubled kids' and one of your teachers left you all in the middle of nowhere in a forest for three weeks without any supplies.

Bridgette began asking them what kinda plants had been around them when they had left, and she very quickly realized their mistake. "You guys squatted on poison ivy." She laughed behind her palm. "Oh no way, that's awesome." Chris laughed at the now freaking out girls.

Finally they ran into the water and you guys left them behind.

Geoff tried to give you all a 'inspiring speech' but in reality it made you realize how close you were to tackling someone. Courtney decided she was going to be the 'project' manager and yelled at Duncan almost immediately.

She put you in charge of building the motor which you did with ease. They had you build small engines at juvie a LOT and she had Duncan use his switchblade to cut the boxes open. But everyone else failed their jobs... spectactuarly.

The other team's hottub looked terrific.

Yours look like it did drugs.

So obviously, they won.

Yours had exploded the second Chris had touched it. "Well, I think we have a winner here." the host yelled. "The Screaming Gophers!" He announced their prize. "I'll see your sorry butts at the campfire tonight." He yelled at you guys.

Once it was time for dinner, Katie (or was it Sadie?) finally asked the question everyone was dying to know. "So- uh- what do we do now?" she muttered. "We have to figure out who we're going to vote off." Courtney explained her eye still swelling. "Well, I think it should be you sweetheart." You smiled pointing at her. "Or maybe the brick house here." Duncan pointed at DJ. "What! Why?" Courtney whined.

"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here with the chicken hats, and if we ever have to lift a truck I like our chances better with the big guy." Duncan bumped shoulders with DJ causing the man to smile.

"You guys need me. I'm the only one-" Courtney began to whine. "We know, who used to be a real C.I.T." Bridgette groaned rolling her eyes. "I hate to break it to you hun, no one gives a shit." You laughed at Courtney's expression. "So who would you pick?" Bridgette asked finally letting the girl speak.

"What about him?" Courtney pointed at Tyler causing Lindsay to scream at the other table. "At least he jumped off the cliff." Duncan pointed out. "Chicken wing." You chimed in causing Courtney to yell "Shut it!" At you. "Okay, let's just chill out, this is getting way too heavy." Geoff got between you both causing you to growl.

"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna take a nap, you coming Y/N?" You both stood up to go walk off but Courtney stopped you. "You can't do that, we haven't decided who's going yet." She complained causing you to groan. "I just told get why we lost, eh. They're the ones that have six girls." That made you stop dead in your tracks because there ain't no way Ezekiel just said that.

Before Duncan could stop you, you had shoved Ezekiel's face against the table slamming it hard. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette growled. "Yeah home school, enlighten us." Eva hissed. "Well guys are much stronger and better at sports then girls are." Ezekiel said his voice muffled against the table. "Dumbass." Duncan groaned from behind you.

Geoff saw this look in your eyes and took a step back. "Oh snap, he did not just say that." Geoff laughed putting a hand to his face. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh, and to help them in case they can't keep up." Eva grabbed Ezekiel by the throat pulling him up. "Still think we need your help keeping up?" She growled. "Not really." Ezekiel shrugged. "Okay guys let's give him a break." Geoff had Eva drop him. "At least he doesn't think guys are smarter then girls." Geoff explained and suddenly Ezekiel decided to say..

"Well they are!"

Duncan had to pull you off of him.

That night at the campfire Duncan sat on the bench and you sat at his feet . "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." He advised the homeschooled boy. "Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes and made your decision. Thee are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper that does not recieve a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff." Chris explained the 'game.'

You weren't worried.

He went down the list of names rather quickly.

"Duncan. Y/N." Chris called out and Duncan threw a marshmallow into your mouth. You hated toasted marshmallows. Finally Chris made his last annoucement. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." It was between Courtney and Ezekiel. You stared at your bloodied knuckles.

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"Courtney. Can't say I'm surprised, I saw you picking your nose, not cool bro. Dock of shame is that way." Chris pointed and for some damn reason Ezekiel looked surprised.

After the rest of them ate their marshmallows you walked back to the cabins going past the dancing gophers. You stepped up onto your cabin's steps and everyone quickly went inside leaving Duncan and you alone. He kissed your knuckles. "Your anger is a beaut everytime." He quietly teased grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

"Mhm." You laughed.

"Well, goodnight scorpion." He kissed your cheek and you fucking blushed to your dismay. "Screw you, tiger." You kissed his cheek right back and dissapeared before he could say anything. You left the 'green-haired dickhead' standing there holding his cheek in surprise.

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Spiraling

Obey Me Angst Mammon, Levi, Lucifer, Diavolo (brief mention) Synopsis: Your are suddenly transported to this strange place called the Devildom. You don't know what's going on. These people, no... demons, seem ok but are you okay? You HAVE to stay here and be part of the exchange program? This sudden change is really spiking your anxiety and send you into a full panic attack in front of these men. Trigger Warning: Anxiety, Angst, Panic Attack, Mentions of Dying/Death

Still new with writing angst but i wanted to give it another go. This is my interpretation of what the beginning of the game would actually be like for an MC who isn't so immediately accepting of what's happening lol

"Mc, from now on you will be living in the House of Lamentation. you'll be staying with Lucifer and his six younger brothers. Humans, angels, demons, I imagine a universe where each accepts the other. Where we are brought together as friends. This is my dream and I'm asking you to be the foundation for it. One year, that's what I ask of you. Good luck MC"

Before you knew it you were being pulled along by the white haired man, no, demon. I think they said his name was Mammon. His touch burned. Your head was spinning. You couldn't breath. You're supposed to be okay with being forced into this situation? Living amongst a species that wants to eat you? You were able to keep your cool a bit better back in the council room, but now that it's just you and this single demon, the reality of your situation really hits

Mammon was too busy trying to get you back to HoL and get the house tour over with to even notice your breathing quicken. Once inside the HoL, Mammon stopped you at the base of the staircase and without looking back at you, started explaining where everything was. "Downstairs on the right is the kitchen and your room. On the other side is my room and Be..."

You couldn't focus on anything coming out of his mouth. Your breaths where staring to get shallow, heartbeat racing so much your chest was starting to ache. The room felt like it was spinning. Mammon's hand is still latched on to your wrist and he still hasn't noticed your change in demeanor. Too deep in your spiraling, you don't notice a blue haired man demon appear at the top of the staircase. Before he can introduce himself, he immediately noticed the state you were in. "Uh Mammon, what did you do to the human?" Mammon looks confused. "C'mon Levi. Why'd you assume I did-" He finally turns to look at you.

"Oh shit. MC? Can you hear me?" Though he doesn't let it show, Mammon is in full blown panic mode. He instantly recognizes what's happening. He's very familiar with panic attacks ever since he and his brothers where cast into the devildom. His face gets serious and he starts taking action. "Levi, get me some water and meet me in their room." Levi gets flustered at the commands but Mammon is too focused on moving you to the bedroom to even care.

You're still out of it. You don't even realize the grip on your wrist has loosened and there is now a supportive hand on your back rubbing circles. You feel sick, like you're gonna die. Hell, if you don't have a heart attack right now you might actually die at the hands of these demons anyways. Why did you have to be the one picked to do this? Why was your luck so bad that you had to be thrusted into this like a lamb surrounded by hungry wolves? You will probably be dead by the end of the night. The brothers and Diavolo seemed nice enough before but what if that was all an act? Play nice and sweet for the scared little human so they trust us and then pounce. And if when they kill you how would they do it? You hoped for quick and painless but some of them seemed like the torturing type. Suddenly you feel someone touching your face. it brings you back to reality just a little. Was he wiping tears away? You were crying?

Mammon had just sat you both on your bed and wiped some of the tears out of your eyes. He see's you recognize him for a moment. "MC, try to breathe for me okay?" He gently grabs one of your hands and puts it on his chest. "Try to match my breath." He breathes nice and slowly. He notices you struggling to keep rhythm but keeps encouraging you regardless. With his other hand he texts his brothers and lets them know what's happening, hoping the extra support and reassurance from them will help calm the human down. Soon after, Levi returns from the kitchen with a tall glass of water and a box of tissues and sets them on the nightstand. He then crouches on the side of the bed and starts lightly rubbing your arm with a circling motion. "H-hey, you're MC r-right?"

You register a second voice and turn to acknowledge it. Oh, it's the blue haired boy from earlier. You nod so subtly Levi almost missed it. "I'm Levi. I brought you a drink. Do you want to take a s-sip?" You look at the glass for a moment. What if they put something in it to make it easier for them to kill you... You look back to the boys, concern and distrust washes over your face. It hurts, but the brothers understand. If they were you, they'd probably feel that same. Mammon is the first to speak again. "Will it make you feel better if one of us takes a sip first?" They both see a slight bit of guilt show on your face before you nod yes.

With no hesitation Mammon takes a big gulp. Seeing the demon so willingly drink had convinced you to take a sip. The brothers sighed quietly in relief that you were starting to come around. "Good girl. That's it." Mammon says encouragingly. The hand holding yours to his chest relaxes, his thumb rubbing calming circles on your wrist. Levi pipes up again. "When I-I get anxious, I like to try and point out interesting things I see around me. Do you maybe want-t to give it a try?" Mammon didn't want to admit it, but his brother just had a good idea. You looked around. You could consider it all interesting if you were being honest. It's all new and unfamiliar you you. Looking around, you noticed all of the foliage in the room. "Plants." You croaked, voice raw from your crying. "I always found this room to be quite calming. I would often come in here to calm down after stressful days."

A new voice appears in the door frame. You remember him from earlier. Lucifer. Upon meeting the sleek demons eyes, your heartbeat picked up a little again. Mammon noticed immediately. "Oi Lucifer, can I talk to you in the hallway real quick?" Wordlessly, Lucifer goes into the hallway. Mammon was about to follow him until he felt a grip on his arm. You stared up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to go. "It'll be just a second, okay hun?" He squeezed you arm and asked Levi to take over before heading out into the hallway. In hushed tones, Mammon fills in Lucifer on what's been happening since he first texted. "I filled in Diavolo and told the rest of our brothers to stay back. It seems I was correct in assuming that seeing more of us before they were fully ready would escalate their fears." Lucifer speculated. Mammon sighed. "I mean, can you blame them though? Demons and Angels as a part of the exchange is one thing, but I don't know if humans are going to be able to handle all this change." Lucifer wanted to agree but something was holding him back. He remembered back to examining your documents while narrowing down who to select for the program. He remembered there was something so special about you, something that just drew him to you. He couldn't put a finger on it but he knew it HAD to be you. "We'll make it work. Lets get back in before Levi completely scares them off."

The brothers walk back into the room and see Levi explaining the lore of his favorite show 'The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl. Mammon almost let a groan slip but held it back when he noticed a smile on your face. The smile dropped quickly once you noticed Lucifer come back in. Mammon took his place back on the bed while Lucifer hesitantly joined Levi on the ground. "MC, I am terribly sorry about this situation. I completely understand your reservations but I am afraid there is nothing to be done now." Mammon kicked Lucifer, annoyed with how blunt his brother was. Lucifer glared at his brother then continued. "We do wish to make your time here as pleasant as possible and we will do whatever we can to make you comfortable."

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that there was no way out of this. You let out a sigh and started speaking with a slightly shaky voice. "Other than bringing me here against my will, you guys have been very nice an welcoming to me. I just have a million questions. Why me? What if a demon wants to eat me? What if you guys get too annoyed with 'babysitting the human' and just leave me to the dogs? Can I even eat anything here to survive?" Lucifer chuckled. Slowly and hesitantly, he reached a hand out. After seeing no resistance from you, he placed his hand on your knee and gave a reassuring squeeze. While I can't share the selection process, I can tell you that you are here because you are special. I promise that we won't let any demon outside of these wall, with the exception of Diavolo, lay a finger on you. And if they do we will take them out swiftly." You shivered at the statement. Lucifer continued "We actually have another human that is apart of the exchange program, Solomon, who we can introduce you to if that might help you feel better about being here. There are also two Angels in the program as well if that makes you feel any safer. But rest assured, my brothers and I are friends, not foe. We may seem hostile at times but we want nothing but the best for you. We want you to succeed here, to feel welcome, to be part of our little family."

Wow, you didn't expect to be moved by a demon like this. You still couldn't shake certain thoughts and feelings from your head but you decided to give in to this crazy situation. "Thank you. I'm sorry for freaking out like this. I think... with time, I'll get better about being... here. But if today, how you handled -" You wave you arms around you, motioning to yourself. "-THIS, is any indicator, I think I'll be okay."

Mammon squeezed your hand, pulling your attention to him. "Hey, there's no need to apologize, 'kay? If you ever need to talk to any of us about any of this again, we're here for ya'. No ifs, ands, or buts." You were starting to feel overwhelmed by how supportive the demons were being to you. Without a word, you leapt forward and gave Mammon a crushing hug. He let out a surprised sound before slowly hugging back. Poking your head out from the crook of his neck, you face the other two brothers. "Get on in here." Surprised at the request Lucifer got on the bed and joined in. Levi was still hesitant on the floor. He wasn't used to being asked for affection. With your foot, you lightly nudged his shoulder. "Come Levi, you too." Levi tried to push back his anxiety and slowly wrapped his arms around the three of you. You started to wonder what other crazy or interesting adventures would come out of this. You were still extremely terrified to think about it, but you couldn't ignore the rush of excitement you started to feel too.

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Spider - A Xyx Fanfic

It was officially the weekend. The two days where you could just relax. The days that you loved that went by rather quickly. Especially the weekends you had with your husband, Xyx. This was a weekend he got off. Due to being a lawyer, he had to work alot and usually didn’t even get these precious two days off. To you, it sounded like a total nightmare. Needing to work on the weekend seemed so… wrong. But, this was Xyx and he did like his job.

You were on your way to the laundry machine since it was your turn to do the laundry. The faster you get this done, the more time you’d be able to spend with your husband. You were rushing the clothes in as if you were trying to break a record. When you finally put the clothes in and turned the machine on, you saw something. You froze. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. It can’t be…

You let out a scream so loud, your neighbors could probably hear it. So could Xyx, because he immediately rushed in.

“Doll? What happened?” His face looked at yours, worry never leaving.

You couldn’t speak. You immediately ran, getting behind him and held onto the man like he was a shield.

“Monster” you pointed at the disgusting, horrific beast.

Xyx looked down to see a spider. To him, it was just a small one. Worry washed off his face, replaced with an amused emotion. He let out a small chuckle.

“Oh how frightening! This little thing could really kill ya. Very scary.” he teased.

“Little?” How could he call daddy long legs here little? It could quite literally jump at you.

“Sorry– This big, two inch-at-most spider baby.” he teased.

“That thing is a baby?” Why the hell did baby long legs looked like a dad with a gazillion kids. It was practically Cat’s size– if you take a couple inches away… Okay– maybe not Cat’s size, but you get the point. “Can you get rid of it?” you looked at him.

“Hmm. I don’t know… It doesn’t seem to be bothering me.”

“Please”

“You’d kick out this fine guest of ours? Such a bad host.”

“Xyx” you whined. This man was two seconds away from getting smacked with a slipper if he didn’t remove the damn spider.

“Fine, I suppose I’ll be a terrible host. Just for you, doll.” he winked at you and got a tissue. The poor spider actually decided to walk– with its eight creepy legs– to said tissue and probably didn’t have the time to process before Xyx put a cup on top, trapping it.

He opened the apartment door and let it out. You looked at him. Did he really just let a spider out into the wild?

“Why didn’t you kill it? It can grow and come back with billions of spider babies!” you got goosebumps at the thought. Yep. You were going to get nightmares tonight, and it was all this stupidly beautiful man’s fault.

“Love, spiders are normal. They won’t rip you to shreds. Trust me, I grew up around ‘em.”

Right. Xyx was an Aussie, which means he was probably used to all of this. You should’ve been too, considering the fact that the two of you have been married for a while and that you were in his house that was in– you guessed it– Australia.

“Doesn’t mean they don’t give me the creeps.”

Xyx chuckled, “Well, if any spider baby dares enter our humble abode, I’ll be your gorgeous knight in shining armor.”

“It would get to me before you even get to it.”

“I go faster than a spider.”

“You let that spider out.”

“Murdering’s against the law, babe.”

“Murdering humans” This man was truly insufferable at times.

“What if they find the evidence? You’d be a witness.”

“I’d lie for you” Words that sounded so close to a similar sentence. I’d die for you.

“That makes you my alibi. We’d go down together.”

You smile, “You’re the best lawyer in the world, I’m sure you’d come up with something to prove that we’re not guilty.”

“You’re right. The jury would dismiss the case on account of self-defense.”

“Exactly. See? Best lawyer in the world.”

Xyx looked at you, before his grin turned into a soft smile.

“Best lawyer in the world with the best wife in the world, hmm?”

“I-” You got caught off guard, blushing hard before trying– and failing– to sound confident when saying, “That’s right.”

“Did I ever tell you how adorable you are, doll? Truly, you are. Especially when you’re a hot, blushing, red mess because of me.” His voice got deeper when he said the last part into your ear. Was it just you, or did the room just get very warm. Was there a heatwave going on all of a sudden? Goodness, why was it so damn hot? You could feel yourself sweating.

“I–”

“Shh…” you were interrupted, “Indulge me, would ya?”

You felt his touch burning you as he caressed the nape of your neck before you looked up at him.

You leaned in, your lips touching as you finally kissed. Maybe this man hadn’t murdered that atrocious spider, but he had and always would be by your side. Little did you know, he’d kill every spider in the world and proudly break the arachnid laws for you. He'd kill any bug or pest for you. “I’ll take good care of ya.” His words echoed in your mind. This man was going to be the death of you, and you wouldn’t mind. You were in dangerous territory, and you couldn’t feel happier.

I love you.