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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 years

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More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 3 years

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No One Lives Forever Not Even God

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, Insomnia, mentions of antidepressants, mentions of drugs, drug use, mentions of addiction, mentions of nazis, parental neglect, mentions of the dead, cemeteries, mentions of meltdowns, corrupt government, mentions of cancer, low self esteem, self destructive behavior, medical testing, thoughts of murder, mentions of injury, and mentions of knives,

Word Count: 6.1k

Songs: Mother- Pink Floyd, He Can Only Hold Her- Amy Whinehouse, A Pearl- Mitski, Me and My Husband- Mitski, Saint Bernard- Lincon, Why Didn't You Stop Me?- Mistki, Nuestro Planeta- Kali Uchis, You Know I'm No Good-Amy Whinehouse, and Love Is a Losing Game- Amy Whinehouse.

"I’ve been in a very poetic mood lately. I think it’s funny how anything could be considered poetry and something you relate too. Like Twitter or any other social media and the ongoing gag of people feeling the need to announce the fact that they’re making moves in silence. But that’s what I’m doing, making moves in silence. If anyone is in my business now I’m politely asking you to remove yourself from it before I make you.”

A/N: I only did one proofread so sorry if there are typos and this is just more of an infodump to set up other chapters so enjoy ig. I almost gonna start another series a social media AU let me know if you'd want to be tagged in either of these series.

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Nightmares come while I’m asleep but, when I’m awake the nightmares of the day just come for me then, so really I’m just stuck. I would like to say the antidepressants are working, it's just the insomnia that comes with them isn't working for me. I’m honestly starting to think mood stabilizers would do me better.

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?

I’m not sure I could blame this all on the pills though. I’d have to give some of the credit to the massive bombshell that a certain ex Avenger had dropped on me.

It's almost like every five seconds a new giant secret about my mom is unveiled to me. Like sure I saw from the video that she’d left me that she had associations with some bad people like Kingpin but nazis?

SHIELD had apparently collapsed because it was infiltrated by Hydra but it was prevalent while my mom was still alive. Seems like she had worked for or with everyone who was anyone. I’m just gonna give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she didn’t know because up until two weeks ago I didn’t either.

Her and Natasha had been recruited at the same time and worked together but for someone who claims to have been so close to her you’d think she’d know that she was dead. “She went off the grid and that was the last I heard from her,” is all she gave me with a smile that even I could tell was fake and I’d just met the woman.

You know when grown folks come up to you and expect you to remember them because they met you once while you were like in the womb that’s kinda my relationship with Natasha. She knows so much about me and I know absolutely nothing about her save for the fact she's a spy meaning she’d be a great liar.

She used to babysit me sometimes if I could trust what she says that is. Apparently I called her “Auntie Nat”. For some reason no one ever thought it was a good idea to inform me that I had a godmother. Maybe they did and I just forgot.

I thought they were supposed to take care of you when something happened to your parents. And the one who’s alive is about as useless as the other. It might be fun to have another person that was considered family. Just maybe not a spy at least I’d know she’d walk out of my life so I won’t get attached.

Mother, do you think they'll like the song?

“Hey mom,” I sighed sitting down in the light dusting in front of her tombstone. “I know it’s been a while and I’ve got a lot to catch you up on,”

It took a bit of digging before I found what I was looking for in my bag. I ran my fingers along the cold surface of the small jewelry box. There was puffy white glue holding the larger pieces together.

I placed the box in the grass sitting next to the tombstone. I removed a purple coiled bracelet and sat it next to the box.

I tucked my legs under my body admiring the piece of jewelry.

“I brought you a bracelet,” I spoke. “It’s kinda like a friendship bracelet cause I have the other. I don’t know if I should leave it here in case someone steals it,” I laughed. “You’d have to be a real shitty person to steal from a cemetery though,”

I curse so often I didn’t realize I did it until I had already done it.

“Ah sorry! Excuse my French,” I chuckled.

“I met Natasha Romanoff and she said she knew you. She said she knew me too. I don’t remember her though…” I trailed off.

For someone who claimed to have a lot to say I sure was at a loss for words. I just didn’t know how to get any of them out.

“Oh! You’re not gonna believe me if I tell you but I got to meet some of the Avengers. Most of them were new though. You’d know some of them. Like Captain America I wanted his help but he couldn’t provide it,”

I had a bit of an episode when I was told no one knew where Thor was. I think it was justified though.

How the fuck do you lose two Avengers let alone the ones that can’t possibly be hidden. One is green and huge and the other leaves lightning bolts everywhere they go.

Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

“The other is Natasha but I don’t think I really knew that yet. She went by Black Widow. I’m sure you knew that though. You probably know a lot,”

I wonder how many secrets she never told me about. I mean I could only imagine all the secrets working for the government would let you in on. Like she probably knew about big stuff like the Tesseract and aliens maybe she could’ve known about that.

“Okay I have a question. I have a lot actually but I think if you answer them I’m gonna get up and run out of here,” I joked.

“Number one is my middle name Natalia because of your SHIELD buddy? Like it might just be a coincidence but it could also be a godmother typa situation or something,”

It was a running theory. She would’ve known my mom before I was born. And if what I was told is true they’d be pretty close too and Natasha translates back to Natalia and I know she’s Russian. It makes sense.

Ooh

Mother, should I build the wall?

“Uh… there’s this boy,”

When was there not? It seems like there was always someone in my life. Carmen in therapist mode said it’s because I put my self worth into my relationship status.

“He’s really nice. Like really really nice. Nicer than anybody I’ve ever been associated with. It’s just he’s like…” I didn't know how to put the next part into words. “He’s just too nice. Too nice for me at least. Like he’s such a good person and I’m just me,”

“And it’s I feel bad,” I sighed. I was getting myself too worked up over this. “Like I keep playing like a game of tug a war with him where I let him in and kick him out again it’s tiring. I don’t even do it on purpose. I feel like we could be something maybe. But I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. It’s a self defense mechanism. At least I think.”

I do it with everyone. I shut them out before they can get it. The less people you let into your life the less people that can walk out.

It’s a bulletproof tactic. At least I used to think it was. Never realized people could get hurt including myself.

“I saw dad,” I informed myself? I guess I’m not sure how healthy it is to have a conversation with someone you know can’t respond and isn't listening. “Like two days ago actually I didn’t say anything I freaked out and ran away. It made me think though,”

Mother, should I run for president?

Made me think about how I’d done so well on my own. Well I’m not gonna take all the credit, most of it was Carmen keeping my ass in line. I haven’t talked to her in a while. I haven’t talked to anyone in a while.

”I found a small studio apartment in Queens. It was the cheapest one I could find. I’m just renting it like an Airbnb right now. I need to find a permanent place and a job,”

I couldn’t find a permanent place at my age unless I had full autonomy which leads me to my next topic.

“So I was thinking about getting emancipated which everything would’ve been a lot easier if you were here then we could just go to court for custody cause you’d win for sure.”

Mother, should I trust the government?

“I know you never got to know how corrupt SHIELD was but do they like keep tabs on everyone who does anything to them or related to them? Because like I did a little snooping and I know they had files for all the Avengers and other people like Kingpin.”

I knew I was going to have to do more than sit here and ask a dead person what to do but ranting to someone who couldn’t spill my secrets was a start.

“I was just wondering how deep it went or if they had hidden stuff on me,”

Mother, will they put me in the firing line?

It’s probably common knowledge that if you mess with the government they’ll mess back. I’d like to think they were like bees. You leave them alone they’ll leave you alone. Only stinging when provoked.

But every branch of the government is like a wasp. They don’t die if they sting and they’ll sting you for no reason at all. They just like to see people in pain.

And I’m sure the energy research branch of SHIELD would probably be more than interested in a walking fire bomb that can move things without touching them.

I mean I’m not going to stop poking things around until I figure out what’s wrong with me. So might as well not complain.

“So I don’t have many things figured out right now and the whole you and SHIELD thing only confused me more so if you could just like come tell me what to do just this once that’d be great,” I laughed.

At first I was contemplating if this was weird or not but hearing me say that I now know this is pathetic. It always has been.

Ooh

Is it just a waste of time?

But I didn’t know if I should keep searching. Maybe I should just pretend like I’d never gotten introduced to the world of powers or mutations at all. For all I know Peter, Carmen, Felicia, Wade and I are just normal people who do normal people stuff.

Sure I wanted answers but I didn’t want to end up like those people who spend their whole life searching for an answer they won’t find any and end up never living at all.

Like a quote my mom used to say all the time “The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all,”

She really just used it so she didn’t have to listen to being put on bed rest but it obviously had a deeper meaning and she knew that.

I keep finding myself stuck on that phrase. That and the whole when the dust settles poem.

I’ve been in a very poetic mood lately. I think it’s funny how anything could be considered poetry and something you relate too.

Like Twitter or any other social media and the ongoing gag of people feeling the need to announce the fact that they’re making moves in silence.

But that’s what I’m doing, making moves in silence. If anyone is in my business now I’m politely asking you to remove yourself from it before I make you.

“Uh I don’t know if I should even tell you this cause you died before it was even a problem in the first place but…” I blew out a breath digging my feet deeper into the ground.

“I’ve been clean for like two weeks now. Which is actually a thing I’m pretty proud of right now.”

I’d stopped using everything except weed, nicotine because those weren’t drugs and even then I used it way less than before. Oh, and my antidepressants too but that’s obviously okay they’re prescribed.

I hated the word clean made me seem like an addict which I wasn’t. I’m many things but I wasn’t an addict. I just didn’t know of any other words to use.

I wasn’t an addict but I’d say the lines between recreational use and dependency were blurring just a bit. I had gotten it straight though. I’m good now. The antidepressants are helping.

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry

“You have a superpower of just making people feel better immediately. I don’t know if it was the fact you were my mom or what but if you even just put a bandaid on a stab wound it’d probably stop hurting and disappear,”

I wasn’t even exaggerating there was this one time I got hurt at the zoo and she just kissed it and I forgot about the fact that I even fell.

I’m not sure how true that is though because I couldn’t actually recall the memory I was just told about it by my mom a few years after it happened. So I guess I remember not remembering then being reminded. Weird.

“I wanna see the giraffes!” Aaliyah cried, stomping her feet down on the concrete.

This was one of the only times mom didn’t have to work on the weekends and Liyah had to have her way like always.

“Mom!” I screamed “Tell her you said we could see the lions first,”

She just sighed. “Well since she’s the youngest do you think you could be nice and let her go first please?”

“Fine,” I huffed. I wasn’t doing it for Liyah, I was doing it for mom. Even a blind person could see how tired she’d been lately.

Liyah laughed at me sticking her tongue out. She’s such a brat.

“You’re so dumb.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“I know you are but what am I ?” She teased hitting my shoulder before running away.

I took off after her. She may have been fast but I knew I could catch up to her.

I almost had her when my foot got caught on something. It launched me towards the ground and I put my hands down to catch myself but I still hit my knee.

I slid on the concrete scuffing my leg. I didn’t scream because that would make me weak and it didn't hurt that bad. I just bit my lip and stood up.

I didn’t want to limp but it hurt too much to put pressure on my leg.

Liyah had beat me back to mom and when I reached them she was already apologizing.

Fake.

She was just scared to get in trouble. I wasn’t gonna snitch on her anyways.

“Let me see it,” Mom asked, grabbing my arm, pulling me to sit down on a stonehenge.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a first aid kit. She always had everything in her purse. It was kinda like a super power. The black Marry Poppins.

She wiped the scrape with an alcohol wipe and I just barely hissed. It didn’t even really hurt anymore.

She placed a bandaid on it, smoothing her hands on top of it before placing a kiss there.

“There,” She wiped her hands on her thighs before standing up “All better?”

I nodded my head and we went off to see the giraffes because I’m nice like that.

“In case you were wondering, Aaliyah still always gets her way even now. I’d say she’s got me beat on the manipulation game honestly,”

It’s fine though I taught her everything she knows not everything I know. I could still get one over on her if needed.

Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

“I found your pendant, the SHIELD one. Which I guess makes all of this real no matter how much I want it to be fake. I just want this to be a poorly written book where I wake up and the past five years were all a dream,”

God knows how much I meant that. Well maybe I didn’t mean it too much because some people I’ve met in the past five years are people I don’t think I could survive very long without. Even though I kinda exploded on everyone so maybe I’m gonna have to test my theory on how long I can really survive.

“Hey Doc,” I greeted pushing up the door of the restaurant.

“Hey sweetheart, how ya been?” He queried.

“I’ve been better,”

“I hear ya,” He nodded.

Once we were in the back of the restaurant aka his office. I pulled out the diamond. Doc knew everything about everyone and anything. He could also make a duplicate of anything you gave him.

“Whatcha got for me?” He asked, rubbing his hands together.

“This, I’m not sure what it is,”

I placed the bird pendant on the desk. I found it in a shoe box filled with my mom's stuff.

“I was wondering if you knew,”

He lifted it up to his eye to get a better view, His eyesight so bad that his glasses were practically a magnifying glass.

“It’s a crest, I don’t think I’ve seen this before it’s most likely from a government branch,” He placed it back down on his messy desk. “I can do some more extensive research for you if you’d like,”

“Yes, that’d be great,”

“Stop by again tomorrow and I’ll fill you

I wish I never went back to Doc’s place or found out about flash drive, Vulture, SHIELD, any of it. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get anymore fucked up the devil came out the woodworks and spit in my face.

Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you

“I remember all that testing they did after I agreed to do whatever Stark needed me to do sooo badly. I still don’t really know what he did- or he’s doing with all that DNA and other stuff he’d gotten from me,”

Aren’t the Avengers and by default Tony Stark products of SHIELD so wouldn't that mean whoever’s behind all of that could’ve been the one to tell Tony about the fire thing in the first place.

That had been the main thing about the whole Stark situation that I still couldn’t figure out. Someone needs to tell me how he found out and they better tell me now.

“There are multiple lacerations 1-2 inches lining the upper and lower abdomen,” The doctor lady announced to her assistant. Before moving her cold hand away from my side pushing my shirt back down.

Okay that’s chill nothing I haven’t had before.

“We’re gonna have to do another X-ray is that okay?” Her assistant asked. I wasn’t going to bother to learn their names. I was planning to stay that long anyways.

What’s the point? They’re just going to come back and say the machine is broken and then do another blood test.

“Yeah sure,”

I was led into a much bigger room than the last. There was much more machinery too.

I was strapped down to a cold blue cushioned table by leather straps. Straps weren’t really necessary, not like I was planning on lashing out and mauling anyone.

I closed my eyes when the flashes of the machine went off. Apparently I had fractured three of my ribs and bruised my sternum.

You’d think they’d let me go now but noooo they need more blood and then when they were done drawing blood.

They had to hook me up to a machine to monitor- I don’t even fucking know what they were monitoring.

I just know I had all the pads with wires on my temples and chest and everywhere else. It reminded me of that one time I had to do a sleep study.

Except they didn’t have holographs to read off and fancy probably government funded tech then. They sure as hell didn’t have all this whispering either. Or maybe they did and I was just unconscious.

Still I didn’t even want to actually be here and I was cold for once.

“How much long do we have here?” I groaned.

“Not much longer. We just have and MRI left,”

Yeah right. I was gonna be in here for the rest of my life

“I could probably go back there if I wanted answers,” I spoke quietly.

“But I don’t want the government in my business like that well at least just not more than they probably are already at least and the tests are so invasive,”

Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing

That’s not the only invasive thing in my life. Or should I say was in my life? I don’t fucking care really.

My dad was somehow the strictest and the most lenient person ever. I think he just wanted control.

I used to blame his alcoholism for everything he did but no really he’s just a shitty person. A shitty person who likes to beat on women and take doors off the hinges.

“You are so pathetic!” My mom screamed at my dad.

They had been at this all night. For so long that I’m seriously contemplating jumping out of this small window right now.

Sapphire had no qualms sleeping on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Aaliyah and I however were still wide awake.

I’m not sure exactly what was going on in her head but I’m assuming we're still up for the same reason. To kill our dad if he even touches our mom.

I had a kitchen knife in hand as I sat on the bathroom sink. I always had a knife every time my dad started yelling a little too aggressively just in case but this time felt different. Like I was really prepared to stab him this time.

I didn’t know what it was but something felt off.

“Are they done?” Aaliyah asked, rubbing her eyes. The apartment had fallen silent.

“I don’t know. Stay here,” I hopped down off the sink.

I should’ve known she wasn’t gonna listen to me. The kitchen was empty which means they must’ve moved to their room.

The next moment was the sort straight out of a family sitcom except the family was falling apart and the kids were going crazy but otherwise it could’ve very well been an “oopsie” misunderstanding moment. Where the younger child asks “Are mommy and daddy getting a divorce?”

Then the oldest child pulls them into their body and whispers “I dunno kiddo,” or “No they’re just going through a rough patch,” anything like that.

Except it wasn’t that. That wasn’t what she said and that wasn’t what Aaliyah asked me.

God how I wish that was what she asked me.

I have a bad habit of acting before I think. I opened the door opening my mouth to let out the words in my brain.

“You’re dying? How are you dying?”

They both turned to look at me like they were just noticing they weren’t alone.

My mom sighed moving closer to me grabbing my arm.

“I’m- Im not no ones dying,”

The door creaked as Aaliyah pushed her way into the room.

“But you said ‘I need you to step up you need to know how to handle it when I’m dead’,” She paraphrased cleaning out the cuss words.

“It didn’t mean literally dying right now,”

Now I could see how this could be us just jumping to conclusions from like two sentences but she had been weird lately. Like she’s always traveled a lot and been secretive but lately she’s been extra secretive.

And I could tell the secret wasn’t to protect herself so whos to say it wasn’t the fact she was currently dying. It actually makes perfect sense.

I’m starting to wish I wasn’t always right. Stage 4 Lymphoma. Basically we should go coffin shopping pretty soon.

If only she wasn’t so selfish and would get treatment for it. She couldn’t leave me here by myself. Who’s gonna take care of us if she dies.

I’d thought about it before and I decided I’d take on the role of caregiver for my sisters but then it was only a what if situation.

Wade has cancer and he’s not dead but that’s only because he got pumped with like super drugs shit.

Now I just needed to find some super drugs and figure out how to get her to take them.

Fuck Cancer and fuck my dad. Why couldn’t he have gotten the diagnosis instead of my mom. A life for a life type beat.

I guess that wouldn’t have made for a good tragic backstory would it. And what fun is life without a tragic backstory.

My only question is when does the backstory end and when does the actual plot begin because clearly I’m not there yet. It’s only tragedy after tragedy.

Maybe that is my story, just pain and suffering. Someone has to be the butt of the joke.

She won't let you fly but she might let you sing

“You always told me to surround myself with people who you could block out the rest of the world with. Peter’s like that so was Olivia she was one of those people for me. When we weren’t yelling at each other or crying, I mean. Still wish you could’ve met her though,”

“AH YES!” I exclaimed, pumping my fist. “I found it,” I waved the joint in the air.

“Alright come sit down then,” Olivia laughed, patting the seat on the couch next to her.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Where’s the lighter?”

She just laughed at me again. Before reaching into my pocket and slipping it out. I couldn’t help but smile at how intimate that action felt for no reason at all.

I quickly and lightly pressed my lips to hers muttering a quick “thank you,”

About three minutes had passed and I could feel the weed taking course through my system.

My head was in her lap until I abruptly shot up gasping at the beginning of Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean.

“Dance with me,” I pleaded it didn’t take much convincing because here we were twirling around. Although it was much more giggling than dancing.

I bumped my leg on the glass coffee table and immediately apologized making Liv and I laugh so hard I almost peed my pants.

I was laid out on the soft white fur rug with Olivia laying her chin on my chest. I ran my hands through her hair.

It was actually very easy there were no knots my fingers just glided smoothly through.

“I mean shit,” I breathed “I know I can’t run from the rest of the world forever but until then? Bitch you can call me Flash cause I’m zoomin’.”

She giggled at that before speaking up.

“You don’t have to run you can just stay here with me forever,”

Her words were so genuine it made me want to cry. She basically just said “I love you” in more or less words.

“You know what? I think I might,”

She gave me a tired smile, turning her head to place a kiss on the top of my breast.

I smiled back at her and how adorable she looked right now. I just want to kiss her for the rest of forever.

When I glanced back down at her I could hear her breathing slow and her eyes had fluttered shut. She was asleep.

I felt all warm and fuzzy and at peace and I couldn’t tell if it was the weed or if it was just being in Olivia’s presence.

I wasn’t ready to say these words to her when she was conscious yet maybe I’d never be ready but I’d say them now. Just to get them off my chest.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I never really felt comfortable saying that to anyone. Probably a result of not hearing it enough as a child or something. My family’s never been affectionate anyway. That’s fine because I wasn’t my family, I was my own person.

Stroking her hair gently before drifting off to the land of dreams myself.

So much for forever huh?

It’s funny to think how I took times like that for granted if only I knew those were some of the only moments of normalcy I’d get for a while. I’d spent too much time thinking about what could’ve been with almost everything.

So much so that I didn’t take much time to actually be. Now I feel like I’ve made it to the point of no return. Not mentally but like with everyone else around me. I think I pushed people too far away this time. Not so sure I could get them back.

“Uh I can't really remember what I’ve already told you so I’ll run through it all. This vigilante or superhero Spiderman started doing his thing then I got caught up in his mess.” That was most definitely an oversimplification but what do I look like telling my mom I was a well known thief. “Then his relation to Tony Stark got extended to me so now I kinda do stuff for him but I don’t work for him.”

I don't work for him he might think I do, but in reality he works for me. I had almost everyone at the compound wrapped around my finger.

“I don’t think I really wanna work for anyone. I was offered to be an Avenger in training but that isn’t really my style. I will use his gym though.” I rambled on.

It was kinda weird how easy it was to rant to my mom like this because not like she could voice her opinions about anything. I guess I hadn’t visited in so long that I forgot what it was like.

Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm

“Oh!” I exclaimed remembering a very important factor that I left out. “Then we have the whole Staten Island fiasco that I told you about. I remember telling you that. I’m still searching for answers on how I did that too,”

Like some real answers not that radiation BS.

“Your phone’s broken,” I pointed out the cracked screen sitting on the wood.

“Oh shit!” Peter cried “May’s gonna kill me this is the second phone I’ve broken this month,”

I came off way calmer than I was feeling. I’m surprised I wasn’t running around screaming right about now. I was probably just paralyzed in fear.

How do you react in a situation like this in the first place.

“Okay how long are we going to be sitting here? What are we waiting on?” We’d be up here looking down at the fire crackling underneath the pier for like 15 minutes now.

“I don’t know actually,” He sighed.

“Uh…”

How was I supposed to respond to that? That was the driest response to anything in the history of the world.

“Well since I’ve already pinky promised I won’t spill your secret can I ask some questions while we wait for you to figure it out?”

“Sure, go ahead,” He nodded, shaking his arms.

“Okay number one did you think I had died or something because if someone burst into flames in front of me I’d probably think Satan was coming for me. I’d cry too,” I laughed but had to stop myself as the stabbing in my ribs ran through me.

“No, I didn’t think you were dead, you had a pulse,” He pointed out “Maybe I could’ve thought you were dying though. And I wasn’t crying,”

Liar. He so was crying.

“Aw you don’t have to lie I think it’s cute,” I teased if I didn’t feel like my body was falling apart I might’ve poked his side.

“Alright, second question: do the webs like come out of you? Cause that’s kinda disgusting,”

“No, I make them with chemicals ‘n stuff. I’d explain the science to you but I’m not sure how much you’d care.”

I let out a small laugh knowing what feeling would come if I laughed too hard.

“I mean you could explain it ‘m just not sure how much of it I’d understand,”

We both laughed at that.

“On the topic of the webs what’s there integrity like how well do they hold up or like how long,”

“Uh…” He blew out a breath running his hands over his face “As far as I know they last up to two hours. That is unless someone cuts them or something,”

I couldn’t help but wonder if Thorn was one of those someone’s to cut the webs maybe I was the only someone. I didn’t really need to ask the question. Aaron had already answered the question for me when he told me about the deal at the ferry. I just wanted to see what Peter would tell me honestly.

I spent the rest of the night asking questions and cracking jokes. I was talking for so long I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten.

It should be a world record how fast I managed to fuck up 5 friendships. Well it’s my personal best at least. Only took like 4 minutes.

I feel like that’s all I do is just fuck up everything. I used to believe there was a difference between being fucked up and being a fuckup but the older I get the more I realize that there isn’t.

It’s like someone built a self destruct button in my head and every time something good happens to me I feel the need to run away.

Like Peter he’s literally perfect he's smart, respectful, adorable, and selfless. He’s literally a fucking superhero for godsake.

I was trying so hard not to fall asleep. I really was but all the Trigonometry chapter was doing was mixing with the sound of rain outside and triggering the urge to fall into a deep sleep.

“Okay,” Peter tapped his textbook with his pen. I wish I could be confident enough to do math with a pen.

“So sin is equal to the opposite of whatever angle you’re trying to find so first you have too…”

He droned on, I knew he was talking about the math problem lying on the bed in front of me but I wasn’t listening. Maybe if I sat at the desk I could actually be paying attention right now.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” I sat up on my elbows yawning.

“Are you tired?”

I just hummed again. Until I realized what the question was. I reached for my phone and it was already 9:03 that woke me up for sure.

“Oh shit! I gotta get back,”

Not like I’d get in trouble or anything but Carmen would get on my ass about the fact I didn’t come back when I said I would then she’d make something out of nothing.

I scrambled around trying to find all my things to put them back in my bag.

“Wait it’s raining though,” Peter pointed out.

“Yeah,” I chuckled “It’s New York it’s always raining,”

“Yeah but it’s cold and wet and dark so if you tried to skate you’d probably get hurt,”

I knew what he was doing and it was working because frankly all his excuses were shit because one I don’t get cold and two I could just walk and there are lights everywhere but I was gonna stay anyway. I was too tired to argue right now.

“May!” Peter shouted.

“Yes?” She called back.

“Can Y/N stay for the night?”

“Yeah if her parents are okay with it,”

That’s how I ended up wearing some shirt with some dumb science pun sitting on the couch watching Aladdin for like the millionth time ever. I was singing along to One jump ahead when I felt eyes on me.

I turned my head but before I could make eye contact with Peter he acted as if he was watching the movie the whole time.

“What?” I giggled. Fuck, I hadn’t like genuinely giggled in the longest time.

“Nothing,” He replied, turning back towards the TV again.

This time I was the one to stare at him wondering what was going on in his head. Not even the fourth song in and I was already yawning struggling to keep my head up.

This goes to show how much willpower I had because I couldn’t even stop my eyelids from falling shut. I deserved to sleep though I’d been exhausted lately.

There’s only like 6 people on this planet that I trust enough to fall asleep around and surprisingly Peter had become one with like 5 months of knowing me.

I would still trust him if given the chance I’m just not sure how much he trusts me right now. I understand though. I don’t deserve anyone’s trust.

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Face to face

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Ethan has always been independent and selfless. He would sacrifice his health for the well being of his patients. So when he falls sick, he decides to brush it off and march forward anyway. But when things take a a turn for the worst, Leah steps in because she wants to help him. And he lets her in.

Because you let the people you love be with you at moments of vulnerability.

Author's note: Well things have been shit lately and I decided to soothe my fellow readers with this sweet, sweet fluff so that you all can momentarily forget the reality.

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Also, @kinkypot (I don't know why I'm not able to tag you) had requested for a writing prompt which I ended up including in this one shot lol

#4- you're so pretty.

Songs: Love someone by Lukas Graham and Put a little love on me by Niall Horan

Forgive me if I make mistakes 😬

"Put her on steroids so that the inflammation can go down. Also, give her 100mg of broad spectrum antibiotics." Ethan spoke monotonously as he signed the chart.

"Yes Dr. Ramsey." The nurse said dutifully before going to the patient's bed side.

It was just eight o'clock in the morning and the first rounds had just got over. The sun had risen and the new interns had not killed anybody yet so that was good. Leah's intern, Ortega was dominating over the other interns and he somewhat felt proud regarding that.

He felt like he was a 'grand-mentor' just like Naveen was for Leah.

He trudged down the hallway to his office, rolling his shoulders. His body ached but, surviving on four hours of sleep and excessive caffeine does that to you.

With the cut in budget, Ethan stayed over at the hospital more. He just couldn't afford to not stay and help, be it helping Naveen out or saving lives. He was exhausted and low. He hadn't seen Jenner in three day and that just added to his misery.

The only thing that would make his day was Leah. His sunshine.

I don't think I will ever stop calling her my Sunshine. Ethan thought to himself, with a small smile playing in his lips.

He loved the way Leah's eyes would shine bright when she saw him. He loved making her smile with his sarcastic jokes just so he could see that cute dimple on her cheek. He loved holding her hand when they were both alone, her small, warm hand in his calloused fingers. He loved to hug her and bury his face into her neck because she smelled like spring and all things good.

He didn't understand the term 'love' but, if he were to use that word, it would be used alongside Leah's name.

And this is what had been on his mind since so long. He had come to this realization the night of her hearing, when he lay in her bed, both of them naked with their limbs tangled. She was lying on his chest, snoring softly while Ethan stared at the ceiling, mindlessly playing with her dark hair. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft, supple skin on him and the way they fit together, like two halves united to form a whole.

I am in love... That's what was running through his mind, when he lay there as the moonlight streamed through the room.

And it frightened him. He was never one to do the feelings bullshit. Most of his relationships were based on how similar their tastes were and how good the person looked. But with Leah, it was uncharted territory.

And that's why he ran to Amazon when his love for her got so much that he couldn't think straight around her. He would turn from world renowned diagnostician Dr. Ethan Ramsey to the bumbling dork, Ethan.

It's too early to go in a contemplative mood about Leah, Ethan.

He leaned back in his plush chair and groaned in pain. He shut his burning eyes and covered his face to prevent the glare of the clinical white light of his office.

He heard the door open and feet shuffling.

"Good morni-" Leah chirped.

"Shh." Ethan groaned.

"Well, if you are going to shush me then I wonder what will I do with 'the Vienna' coffee I got from Derry's-"

"Gimme that." Ethan muttered under his breath as he uncovered his face and grabbed the coffee from Leah's hand, their fingers brushing, sending a tingle of delight up his arm.

Calm the fuck down Ethan.

"Hmmm... You are blessing on this cold dark earth, sunshine." Ethan groaned in approval as he sipped the scalding hot liquid.

"Wow. You called me sunshine. I feel special. What's got you in a good moo- oh my god." Leah stopped short as she finally took in Ethan's face.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he placed the coffee cup down, feeling self conscious as her chocolate brown eyes observed his face.

She walked around the table and cupped his face so that she could look at him properly.

Woah, woah WOAH WHAT THE HELL?! IS SHE GOING TO-

"Ethan, your eyes are bloodshot red and you feel warm. Are you feeling okay?"

Oh. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry about me. I'm just sleep deprived." He waved her off as he reached for his coffee cup.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Leah. Don't worry."

Leah gave him a last look before heading towards the door. "I trust your judgement Ethan. But if you feel sick, let me know."

He nodded into his cup as he saw the girl he loved, leave.

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The pounding in Ethan's head had steadily increased in intensity. His eyes were getting watery from staring at the small print for to long. He was feeling nauseous and at that moment he knew he was sick.

He was at the nurses station, leaning heavily against it because it seemed too much work to stand on his own two feet.

I just hope nobody sees me like thi-

"Dr. Ramsey are you okay?" Leah asked as she watched him warily. She stood next to him and her eyes wandered around his pale face, bloodshot eyes and red nose which made him look like a reindeer.

Perfect timing you got there, Ethan.

"I am... perfection." He said as he turned to look at her, wincing at the sudden movement.

"There must me something really wrong if you messed up the English language. Admit it you are sick." She turned towards him and rested her hand on her waist.

"I don't get sick, it's an unspoken rule."

"That's what they all say.." Esme leaned on the counter, looking sick.

"Ortega I told you to go home. I can't have you making our patients sicker!" Leah grabbed her file and pointed towards the exit.

"Go home Ortega. I can't afford to fall sick." Ethan said as he waved her away.

"Well she can't make you sick because, you already are!! Take a break Ethan." She put her hand on his and squeezed.

"Sunshine... I have obligations and responsibilities. I have no choice, this is what we do we, push through." He parted her hand and walked down the hallway.

That goddamn stubborn son of a bitch. Leah thought as she gritted her teeth.

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Ethan leaned against the sink, heavily breathing. He looked up at the mirror and saw a sweaty, pale face stare back at him.

You are completely fine. You have gone through worse and you have pushed through. You will be fine. Ethan kept on chanting as he washed his hands.

He stepped out if the men's washroom and saw Leah leaning against the wall. "Rookie, no." He said as he trudged.

"I have a case for you. Patient is in his late thirties, he is a complete ass and is so stubborn to a fault. He is sick but is showing signs of denial. Can't hardly stand without leaning on something. I was thinking of doing an MRI to find out what is lodged up his ass."

"Shut up, sunshine. I'm not in the mood."

"Why do you have to pretend to be a superman, huh? I can see that you are sick so why won't you let me help you?" Leah sighed with frustration.

"I'm completely fin- woah." Ethan's world spun and he found himself loosing balance. He stumbled and leaned against the wall. He sunk to the floor and held his head in his hands to stop everything from spinning.

"Are you done with your tantrum? Will you let me in now? Let me heal you?" Leah bent down and took his face in her hands, forcing the disoriented blue eyes to look at her.

"I think I'm sick, sunshine." Ethan said, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"I know. And I'm taking you home."

"Will you stay with me?" He asked in a tiny voice.

"Of course E. I'm not going anywhere for a very, very long time."

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Leah had a hand around Ethan's waist as they rode the elevator to his apartment. She waited patiently as she kept on checking on Ethan. His fever had skyrocketed and he had puked twice.

She had forced his ass into a wheelchair and rolled him to his car. She didn't care that the entire hospital, gawked t this site. After putting him in the front seat, she took his keys and drove out of the parking lot.

She kept on sneaking glances at him from the side of her eyes. She saw that he was leaning against the window and snoring quietly. He was clutching her hand as she drove the car.

She enjoyed the feeling of his hands on hers. And, if she could have it her way, she would never let go of him.

Leah, you have become a fucking sap.

The drive to his apartment was not very long as the traffic was low. As the lift reached closer to their destination, Ethan started feeling light headed.

"I think I'm gonna puke again, sunshine." Ethan groaned as he leaned on Leah, making her stagger as they walked down the hallway.

"Don't worry. We are almost there." She squeezed him to her side and proceeded to open the door to his penthouse.

The moment the door opened, Ethan ran to the washroom while Leah took out her coat and set her satchel and his messenger bag on the dining table. She rushed after him and saw him hugging the toilet seat, breathing heavily.

She sat behind him, on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his back, saying soothing words as he emptied the contents of his stomach. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, slowly massaging the scalp, to provide some relief from the pounding headache.

He leaned back against her legs and looked up at her with his tired eyes. "I hate being sick." He grumbled and Leah giggled at the site.

"Glad to know you find my suffering entertaining." He muttered as he closed his eyes, his head on her lap.

"No, I'm just laughing at the way you are acting like a baby."

Ethan groaned, "You are going to hold it against me for the rest of my life, aren't you?"

Leah shook her head and patted his head. "Don't worry I won't, you are my baby and I will take care of you."

If Ethan wasn't sick, he definitely would have blushed.

She tugged on his coat, "Take out your clothes."

"If you wanted to get me naked-"

"ETHAN! Shh. I'm throwing your sweaty clothes for wash. Not anything else." Leah said, blushing wildly at the indecent thoughts running through her head.

Getting the memo, he stood up and started taking of his clothes. Leah turned towards the door and let out a breath, feeling her cheeks getting hotter.

She heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of them being dumped on the floor and Leah tried to focus on counting the number of tiles on the wall opposite her.

Just don't think about the fact that the man you love is naked behind you and we will be okay. Her consciousness soothed her.

Ethan felt like a zombie and everything seemed bleary. Everything but her. Even if he were to become blind one day, he would always remember the way her bronze skin shines in the sun, the way her smile would bring out her dimples and the way her body felt when he held her close to him.

He wanted to lean forward and hug her but he knew that it's not appropriate. And the last thing he wanted do was send more mixed signals her way.

"Here." He nudged the clothes forward with this feet and Leah bent down to pick it up never once looking at his flawless and sculpted body. She walked out if the bathroom as soon as she could and headed to the washing unit in his penthouse.

After putting the clothes for wash she headed back to his bedroom where she heard the shower run through the door of the bathroom.

"Ethan?" She knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"I am borrowing your clothes because I don't think I will last long in my pencil skirt and blouse. I might burst."

"Yeah, okay no problem! Can you hand me my clothes as well?" Ethan asked as he coughed.

Leah went to the adjacent walk in closet which had a huge mirror with a small bench. On one side, all the shirts were hanging in order of the colours and the other side, there were couple of tuxedos hanging. There were casual jackets hanging on the racks as well and his shoes were kept in organized rows below them.

Damn if only my life was this organized.

She went and opened multiple draws to find a pair of sweats, a full sleeve t-shirt and on impulse, she took a beanie as well.

Who knows, maybe i can convince him?

She picked out basketball shorts, socks and a long loose shirt. She changed into his clothes and hung her hospital wear on am empty hanger.

She knocked on his bathroom door. "Ethan are you decent?"

"Yap."

She entered and she almost stopped in her tracks. Ethan stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, his glorious abs on display. Drops of water rolled down his broad chest, his abs and his happy trail-

"Take a picture. It will last longer." He said, smirking.

"Shut up." She threw the clothes on his face and stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, blushing excessively. She slapped her hand on her forehead and sighed.

Could you be anymore creepier Leah? I swear these... Feelings are impairing my cerebral functioning.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, exhaustion taking over him. Taking a shower helped him, but still he felt feverish and weak. Leah was not in his room and he just flopped onto the bed, the desperate need to slip into a s dreamless sleep increasing.

He saw Leah enter with a tablets, water and... A bowl? She placed them on the bed side table and pulled the comforter out from underneath him.

"Take these." She handed him two tablets of advil and water.

He took them and popped them to the back of his throat. After swallowing it he laid back into his bed, enjoying the feeling of his own bed.

She proceeded to tuck him in and sat beside him. She pressed the NCIT on his head and took in the reading.

102.9 °F.

Dammit Ethan.

She reached for the bowl in which she had dipped a washcloth and wrung it. She then put it on his hot forehead.

Ethan shivered and peeped through his close eyes. "What are you doing, Sunshine?"

"Well.. when I used to have high temperatures, my mom used to press a damp cloth to my forehead to reduce the fever. I'm telling you, it will help."

Ethan smiled and nestled comfortably in the sheets, sleep overtaking him, as Leah continued to wet, wring and put the cloth on his forehead.

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Ethan started stirring in his bed, slowly coming out of his deep slumber. He still felt a little warm, and due to the ibuprofen he had sweated so much that his shirt stuck to his body.

He slowly sat up and rubbed his face before stretching. He saw the time on his alarm clock.

11:20 pm

They had come home around 4 pm and the fact that he was knocked out for seven hours really baffled him. He turned around and saw textbooks and patient charts beside him.

She stayed. She stayed with me.

He smiled to himself and he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Leah, wearing his basketball shorts, shirt and socks. She was carrying a tray and was biting her lip in concentration.

"You are so pretty." Ethan said without thinking. His eyes widened and he wanted to smack himself but, seeing Leah smile at the compliment, made his heart do flips.

"Not satisfactory? Or appropriate?" She teased him as she set the tray down carefully. She wiped her hands on the shorts and pressed them to his forehead.

"Thankfully your temperature has gone down. I made you tomato soup and grilled chees-"

"But I'm not hungry!!"

"Shh. I am the doctor and it's doctors order."

"But I'm also a doctor. I'm the head of the diagnostics tea-"

"But right now, you are a patient. A pretty horrible one, if you ask me. Don't make me force you." She placed her hands on her waist and narrowed her eyes.

Ethan just turned his head the other way. He would have eaten it by himself, but he wanted Leah close to him.

Why are you so childish Ethan? He thought to himself.

"Fine." She threw her hands up and sat down next to him. Ethan scooted to make some place for her she she picked up the tray and placed half of it on her lap and half on his.

She dipped the spoon into the soup bowl , lifted the spoon and blew air on it to cool it down, before she made Ethan drink it. "Oh my god sunshine. This is so GOOOOD." Ethan moaned.

"Well thank you Dr Ramsey. I am deeply humbled." She gave a small smile before dipping the spoon into the bowl again.

And this happened back and forth. Leah fed him and at that moment Ethan almost wished that they were together. This felt so natural. Leah feeding him felt as if it had always been this way. His heart was melting with how much he loved this woman.

The same was with Leah. She stared at his ocean eyes and made him eat. They would casually joke and tease each other. There was just so much contentment at that moment that Leah couldn't help but pretend, that they were dating. This felt like second nature. This felt like forever.

And maybe, just for tonight, she would like to live in this illusion before she would have to go back to the way it was.

Back to the pining.

Back to the secret hand holding.

Back to the lingering gazes.

Ethan finished his meal and practically inhaled the cheesy goodness. "God sunshine, what would I do without you?"

"I dunno, die of boredom? Be super lonely? Show as many emotions as a block of granite?"

Ethan just shoved her and Leah's boisterous laughs echoed around the room. Ethan soon joined her chuckling. Jenner barked and jumped on to the bed, licking Ethan aggressively.

"I missed you too girl. Daddy is sorry for not spending time with his girl." He cooed to her as he scratched the behind of her ear. Leah shook her head and stood up.

"Eat your medicines and go to sleep, E." She said as she ruffled Ethan's hair. "And be a good girl for me Jenner." She scratched the dog's head and the dog reciprocated by licking Leah's hand.

"Are you staying?" Ethan asked hopefully, praying to God that she stays.

"Do you want me to?" Leah asked with one eyebrow raised.

He slowly nodded his head, so that he didn't look like a desperate creep.

She gave him a soft smile and went to the other side of the bed to clear up her things. She lifted the comforter and snuggled into the sheets.

Jenner hopped down from the bed and made herself comfortable on the floor, by Ethan's side.

After settling in, she turned to her side, so that she could stare at his handsome face.

"Hey."

"Hey sunshine." Ethan said as he turned on to his side as well.

The lay there face to face, not saying anything. The quietness caressed his skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing his soul, taking away his jagged edges. Her silence was comforting and spoke for itself, it was peaceful in a way where you could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, she was forever there for you.

He reached and cupped her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone. Leah reached and clasped his hand, leaning into his hand.

They didn't speak the entire night, they just lay there holding on to each other, their eyes conveying the words unsaid.

The smiles playing on their lips, conveyed their peacefulness and how much they enjoyed each other's company.

The limbs tangled underneath the sheets, conveyed their wishes to be together for eternity.

Their hands, which clutched each other conveyed a promise, a promise that no matter what, they will always be together.

A promise of forever.

The silence which stretched between them conveyed so many emotions which words can't describe.

And this is why, silence is golden.

special shoutout to @miyakokurono and @vampiregirlsblog for being my personal cheerleaders in motivating me to complete this fic.

i appreciate each and every person who reads and comments... y'all are the reason im still writing

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neojeno · 4 years

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giffing tutorial/resources

hi anon! sorry it took me so long to answer. i figured this might be helpful for others out there who have asked me similar questions, so i’ve compiled a pretty comprehensive list of tutorials/resources. idk about others but when i was new to giffing, it took me a lot of painful effort to go around and look for resources, so i’m putting it all here to make it a little easier!

i download videos using 4k video downloader. it will download very good quality 1080p videos in .mp4 format. if you’re downloading a 4k video, make sure to change the setting option to .mkv so that you get 4k and not 1080p—for obvious reasons since you want the highest quality.

i rely on kpopexciting to get .ts files — which are basically raw, very high quality video files for live performances. they are much less grainy than .mp4 versions of live performances—which are the ones you’ll see uploaded to youtube. i’ve found that 4k videos (in .mkv) are just as good quality as .ts, but obviously you will rarely see live performances in 4k, so get .ts when you can!! you can also try to find .ts files on twitter, but you may have to do a lot of digging. i wish i could recommend you twitter accounts, but the ones i used to go to have been very inactive/taken down all their drives :( but this website is really nice and updated frequently so i would recommend it!

vapoursynth links + download. the reason you would use vapoursynth is to resize your gif, while maintaining the optimal quality of the gif. if you gif without vapoursynth (.ie only using photoshop), it will still be fine, but the image quality may be grainier. also, you will definitely need vapoursynth to gif .ts files —more will be explained in the tutorial i’ve linked below. i would recommend that you have a high processing/lots of ram/newer desktop or laptop to use vapoursynth so that 1, your computer isn’t fried and 2, your vapoursynth process will go a lot faster. i am using a 2017 macbook pro for all my work, and it runs pretty well, but my laptop still gets pretty hot so just make sure you’re not running a million things in the background while using adobe products and vapoursynth lol. i used a pretty old and beat up 2011 model macbook air back then, and i will say that yes vapoursynth worked and ran on it, but it took much longer, and basically fried the laptop’s battery (aka i had to get the battery changed twice and the laptop would die randomly) but issok it was a school borrowed laptop so i didn’t feel too bad lol. im just saying this as a precaution, to preserve the health of your electronic devices!! but don’t be afraid to use vapoursynth! you should still try it at least once.

thank you to @realstraykids for this super detailed, really nice tutorial! it includes how and where to download videos, how to gif using vapoursynth, using photoshop, comparisons, coloring, and pretty much all you need to know. 10/10 would recommend

thank you to @dreamcolouring for this lifesaver!!! the best and easiest way to blur out unwanted captions/objects in your gifs. i recommend doing this step after converting your frames to video timeline and before you do sharpening and coloring. another tip i’ll add is to feather the selection you’ve made right before you click on “add vector mask” —this will make sense once you’ve read through the tutorial. feathering it will make the blurred spot less noticeable and more subtle.

i use this generator to create gradient colored captions! copy and paste your text, then select the colors you want. generate the code, and copy it. change the settings of the text editor on your post to HTML. paste the code, preview, and voila! add elements <blockquote>,<b>,<i>, etc as needed. see more on colored captions in this tutorial by @kylos --i believe op mentioned a different and better color generator but for some reason it won’t work for me :( hopefully it works for u! basically same idea as the previous generator i mentioned.

my own mini tutorial/workflow process of making gifs. this includes working with a .ts file, vapoursynth, photoshop, coloring, watermarking, etc. and a few of my own tips below:

if you are working with an .mp4, you do not have to make any changes to the preprocessor/denoise filters/sharpening in the resizing part of vapoursynth—it doesn’t make that big of a difference if you do. but if you are working with a .ts file, definitely do make those changes,, that’s the whole reason you have vapoursynth. with an .mp4, i like to use vapoursynth to just resize, but i don’t add any additional settings. i use smart sharpen in photoshop to sharpen it, which is pretty good on it’s own (at least in photoshop 2020!).

my rule of thumb is to do add .02 seconds when i am setting frame delay. so if when you first import the frames, they are at 0.04 seconds, i usually change them to 0.06. of course, this is my personal taste—you can make all your gifs faster or slower depending on how you want em to look.

if you are on a mac, you can screen record by pressing Command+Shift+5 (it’s a shortcut to quicktime screen recording). I only screen record for things like the beyond live concert or other live streamed events. the image quality of the screen recording, in my experience, is actually pretty good. when you gif the screen recording however, you may notice that it adds extra frames that you don’t need. by that i mean duplicate frames. you could keep the duplicate frames but that just means the size of your gif is going to be much bigger (keep in mind the limit is 8mb). in order to remove those duplicates, my only solution has been to remove them manually (by holding Command while selecting), or when you are importing the video to frames, select the option to “limit to every 2 frames”—but this method will be less precise and still not as good as manually removing frames. if you remove the duplicate frames, this means you will need to set the frame delay even slower, to make up for lost frames. in my experience, fps(frames per second) and frame delay work in conjunction. so for example, if i delete every other frame because they are duplicates, but the starting frame delay is 0.02, i am now going to change it to something like 0.05 (so i added 0.03 seconds rather than my usual 0.02). if the duration length and the image dimensions of the gif are short/small, feel free to keep the duplicate frames in—i only delete duplicate frames in order to keep my gif under the 8mb limit. then, if you keep the duplicate frames in, continue with your standard frame delay preferences. now that i’m writing this im realizing this might not make a lot of sense lol.. but don’t worry about it for now and if you run into trouble w screen recorded gifs then you can come back to this for reference. again, this is only my experience recording on a mac—it may be a lot different if you use a screen recording program or are on a pc.

i don’t really use .psd templates because i like to give every gif/gifset it’s own unique coloring—so i remake the coloring every time, but if you get into a rhythm it’s pretty easy. there are a lot of nice coloring tutorials out there, too! my personal coloring adjustments in order: levels, exposure, color balance, selective color (if needed), vibrance, photo filter (if needed), color lookup (i use 2strip most often and i put it on ‘color’ blending mode). don’t forget to adjust the opacities and fills of the ‘color lookup’ adjustment layer in case it’s too strong. go back to correct each adjustment layer as needed. then, when you’re done and satisfied, group all those layers, copy the group (you can do an easy command+c), and paste it onto the next gif you’re working on for easy workflow.

if for some reason you can’t see the frames when you import your layers/video, it’s likely because your ‘timeline’ window isn’t showing up. just go to the window menu on photoshop, go to the bottom and you’ll see ‘timeline.’ make sure it has a check next to it.

i recommend watermarking your gifs because a lot of people like to repost tings these days 😠 - so make sure u got your brand on it! i keep my watermark saved to my ‘libraries’ in photoshop so it’s ready when i need it. i use the blending mode ‘overlay’ and adjust the opacity, but if you don’t want to do that you can also add a stroke/shadow to your watermark/do all sorts.

tag #nctinc for your nct creations and #jenonet for your jeno creations!!

here’s my own mini tutorial (well not much of a tutorial ig more like a work process vid?): took about ten minutes including the time to search and download the video (but i didn’t record that part i trust yall know how to do that), vapoursynth, and exporting. i hope this helps somewhat! feel free to ask more questions whenever :)

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keep in mind that giffing takes a lot of patience, energy, and experience—so don’t worry if it takes you a bit to figure things out or if your gifs don’t turn out the way you want them to the first time around. we all start at the same place and all run into problems. i know giffing can sound intimidating and seem like a lot of work, but i promise, once you get into a routine, giffing is going to happen in minutes—and you’ll get beautiful gifs. have fun! 😊

#anon #answered #tut #tuts #giffing tutorial #should i make a tut/resources post on gfx? not rly sure if gfx can be taught.. it's like a lottt about personal style imo lol #hope this helps!#not just for anon but for anyone

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hydrus · 6 years

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I had a great week. The downloader overhaul is almost done.

pixiv

Just as Pixiv recently moved their art pages to a new phone-friendly, dynamically drawn format, they are now moving their regular artist gallery results to the same system. If your username isn't switched over yet, it likely will be in the coming week.

The change breaks our old html parser, so I have written a new downloader and json api parser. The way their internal api works is unusual and over-complicated, so I had to write a couple of small new tools to get it to work. However, it does seem to work again.

All of your subscriptions and downloaders will try to switch over to the new downloader automatically, but some might not handle it quite right, in which case you will have to go into edit subscriptions and update their gallery manually. You'll get a popup on updating to remind you of this, and if any don't line up right automatically, the subs will notify you when they next run. The api gives all content--illustrations, manga, ugoira, everything--so there unfortunately isn't a simple way to refine to just one content type as we previously could. But it does neatly deliver everything in just one request, so artist searching is now incredibly faster.

Let me know if pixiv gives any more trouble. Now we can parse their json, we might be able to reintroduce the arbitrary tag search, which broke some time ago due to the same move to javascript galleries.

twitter

In a similar theme, given our fully developed parser and pipeline, I have now wangled a twitter username search! It should be added to your downloader list on update. It is a bit hacky and may be ultimately fragile if they change something their end, but it otherwise works great. It discounts retweets and fetches 19/20 tweets per gallery 'page' fetch. You should be able to set up subscriptions and everything, although I generally recommend you go at it slowly until we know this new parser works well. BTW: I think twitter only 'browses' 3200 tweets in the past, anyway. Note that tweets with no images will be 'ignored', so any typical twitter search will end up with a lot of 'Ig' results--this is normal. Also, if the account ever retweets more than 20 times in a row, the search will stop there, due to how the clientside pipeline works (it'll think that page is empty).

Again, let me know how this works for you. This is some fun new stuff for hydrus, and I am interested to see where it does well and badly.

misc

In order to be less annoying, the 'do you want to run idle jobs?' on shutdown dialog will now only ask at most once per day! You can edit the time unit under options->maintenance and processing.

Under options->connection, you can now change max total network jobs globally and per domain. The defaults are 15 and 3. I don't recommend you increase them unless you know what you are doing, but if you want a slower/more cautious client, please do set them lower.

The new advanced downloader ui has a bunch of quality of life improvements, mostly related to the handling of example parseable data.

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downloaders:

after adding some small new parser tools, wrote a new pixiv downloader that should work with their new dynamic gallery's api. it fetches all an artist's work in one page. some existing pixiv download components will be renamed and detached from your existing subs and downloaders. your existing subs may switch over to the correct pixiv downloader automatically, or you may need to manually set them (you'll get a popup to remind you).

wrote a twitter username lookup downloader. it should skip retweets. it is a bit hacky, so it may collapse if they change something small with their internal javascript api. it fetches 19-20 tweets per 'page', so if the account has 20 rts in a row, it'll likely stop searching there. also, afaik, twitter browsing only works back 3200 tweets or so. I recommend proceeding slowly.

added a simple gelbooru 0.1.11 file page parser to the defaults. it won't link to anything by default, but it is there if you want to put together some booru.org stuff

you can now set your default/favourite download source under options->downloading

misc:

the 'do idle work on shutdown' system will now only ask/run once per x time units (including if you say no to the ask dialog). x is one day by default, but can be set in 'maintenance and processing'

added 'max jobs' and 'max jobs per domain' to options->connection. defaults remain 15 and 3

the colour selection buttons across the program now have a right-click menu to import/export #FF0000 hex codes from/to the clipboard

tag namespace colours and namespace rendering options are moved from 'colours' and 'tags' options pages to 'tag summaries', which is renamed to 'tag presentation'

the Lain import dropper now supports pngs with single gugs, url classes, or parsers--not just fully packaged downloaders

fixed an issue where trying to remove a selection of files from the duplicate system (through the advanced duplicates menu) would only apply to the first pair of files

improved some error reporting related to too-long filenames on import

improved error handling for the folder-scanning stage in import folders--now, when it runs into an error, it will preserve its details better, notify the user better, and safely auto-pause the import folder

png export auto-filenames will now be sanitized of \, /, :, *-type OS-path-invalid characters as appropriate as the dialog loads

the 'loading subs' popup message should appear more reliably (after 1s delay) if the first subs are big and loading slow

fixed the 'fullscreen switch' hover window button for the duplicate filter

deleted some old hydrus session management code and db table

some other things that I lost track of. I think it was mostly some little dialog fixes :/

advanced downloader stuff:

the test panel on pageparser edit panels now has a 'post pre-parsing conversion' notebook page that shows the given example data after the pre-parsing conversion has occurred, including error information if it failed. it has a summary size/guessed type description and copy and refresh buttons.

the 'raw data' copy/fetch/paste buttons and description are moved down to the raw data page

the pageparser now passes up this post-conversion example data to sub-objects, so they now start with the correctly converted example data

the subsidiarypageparser edit panel now also has a notebook page, also with brief description and copy/refresh buttons, that summarises the raw separated data

the subsidiary page parser now passes up the first post to its sub-objects, so they now start with a single post's example data

content parsers can now sort the strings their formulae get back. you can sort strict lexicographic or the new human-friendly sort that does numbers properly, and of course you can go ascending or descending--if you can get the ids of what you want but they are in the wrong order, you can now easily fix it!

some json dict parsing code now iterates through dict keys lexicographically ascending by default. unfortunately, due to how the python json parser I use works, there isn't a way to process dict items in the original order

the json parsing formula now uses a string match when searching for dictionary keys, so you can now match multiple keys here (as in the pixiv illusts|manga fix). existing dictionary key look-ups will be converted to 'fixed' string matches

the json parsing formula can now get the content type 'dictionary keys', which will fetch all the text keys in the dictionary/Object, if the api designer happens to have put useful data in there, wew

formulae now remove newlines from their parsed texts before they are sent to the StringMatch! so, if you are grabbing some multi-line html and want to test for 'Posted: ' somewhere in that mess, it is now easy.

next week

After slaughtering my downloader overhaul megajob of redundant and completed issues (bringing my total todo from 1568 down to 1471!), I only have 15 jobs left to go. It is mostly some quality of life stuff and refreshing some out of date help. I should be able to clear most of them out next week, and the last few can be folded into normal work.

So I am now planning the login manager. After talking with several users over the past few weeks, I think it will be fundamentally very simple, supporting any basic user/pass web form, and will relegate complicated situations to some kind of improved browser cookies.txt import workflow. I suspect it will take 3-4 weeks to hash out, and then I will be taking four weeks to update to python 3, and then I am a free agent again. So, absent any big problems, please expect the 'next big thing to work on poll' to go up around the end of October, and for me to get going on that next big thing at the end of November. I don't want to finalise what goes on the poll yet, but I'll open up a full discussion as the login manager finishes.

#release

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 7 years

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The Nightmare pt1

AN: This is for my 1500 Follower and Halloween Challenge A two parter. Both prompts are in the second half. I wanna be fully upfront now and say I’ve taken both quotes from two wonderful ladies that had to drop out of my challenge for reasons. And I stole one of the monsters as well. Word Count: 3485 Prompts: “Don’t be afraid, YN. We’ll slow this down together. Feel my chest. Feel it moving in and out. Breathe like me. Breathe like me. Come on.” -Signs “Which would be worse - to live like a monster? Or to die as a good man?” -Shutter Island Monsters: Baku & Human Serial Killer Warnings: Horror elements, supernatural violence, maybe a little fluff, nightmares. More vivid warnings are in the tags (if you must). This is UNEDITED and unbeta’d - I apologise in advance! Characters: YN (reader), Dean and Sam, with a few OC’s and mentions along the way.

My feet smacked hard against the pavement. I gulped for air. My heart hammered in my chest, pumping adrenaline around and around my body. “Not fast enough!” The voice sounded from close behind me. I screamed, a blood-curdling noise that erupted from deeper than I knew possible. I ran faster, passing shop after shop. Lights on, shutters down, closed signs swinging. Why were all these stores closed? I reached out and caught myself on a sign-pole, propelling myself around the corner. There, at the end of the row, a restaurant. Open. “Help! Fire!” I screamed, hoping to gain anyone’s attention. The breath on the back of my neck made my whole body jerk forward. An uncontrollable shiver ran down my spine. I was so close, but so was he. I sprinted harder, willing myself to go faster. I burst through the door. Finally safe. “Help me!” I pleaded. I’d startled the man with the broom, but he straightened, walking towards me, arms outstretched, trying to hold my shoulders, calm me. “He’s coming!” I warned, fighting him to get back, away from the glass. If I stayed here he’d see me. He’d come for me. “Help me!” I screamed again. The man finally opened his mouth, “I’ve been waiting.”

I sat bolt upright, waking with a start. Sweat soaked my pajama shirt and the couch beneath me, while my heart hammered in my chest. “You okay?” Sam questioned from above me, his hands in the air, showing no harm. He was wearing his running gear and had clearly not just returned. “Nightmare.” I breathed, hand on my chest trying to steady the beating beneath it. “You need to talk?” Sam asked, dropping his hands to his side. I shook my head and pushed off the inches of blanket that remained over me before standing. “Go run, I’ll shower and find Dean.” I announced, looking at the empty bed, that I could’ve slept on. Sam waited a beat, giving me the option to change my mind. “Sam, I’m fine. Go.” I pushed, stepping toward him to physically push him through the door. “Alright, alright.” He said, finally leaving. I sighed when the door closed, sinking down to a crouch and covering my face with my hands. The nightmare always took a toll, never changing, never evolving, always terrifying.

“Where are you? We got another case. Sam and I have checked out, we’ll meet you at the diner.” I hung up from leaving Dean his third voicemail of the morning and shrugged at Sam when he raised his eyebrows. “Breakfast?” I suggested, hefting the bag further over my shoulder and watching as Sam did the same. “So, this morning, I was thinking, and, could it be a Chimera?” Sam asked, looking over his shoulder at me. “Uhh, remind what they are again.” I said, after having realised the name meant nothing to me. “They’re a mixture of different animals, depending on what you read, and an omen for disaster.” Sam said, looking down at me, a look of concern on his face when I shook my head. “The Iliad?” He asked, I feigned an oh of recognition and pushed on. “Yeah. Maybe. These people killed themselves, though.” I nodded my thanks when Sam pulled the door to the diner open for me, “Do Chimera’s cause suicide?” “I’ll keep reading.” Sam said, more to himself than me. We sat down in a booth towards the back of the diner, Sam taking out the tablet while I reached for the menu. The words blurred together when I tried to read it. I rubbed at my eyes and placed the menu back, already settled on what I’d have. “Storms, shipwrecks and natural disasters…” Sam muttered as he read. “Is suicide a natural disaster?” I tried, getting a frown from Sam without him averting his gaze from the website in front of him. "No … they--” “Morning darlin’s, may I take your order?” An older waitress asked, looking between the two of us. “Yeah, can I please get banana pancakes with bacon and maple syrup. He’ll have the omelette with a fruit salad--” “No, just--” Sam tried to correct, drawing the waitresses attention. “He’ll have the fruit salad.” I repeated, gaining a knowing smile from the waitress and a look of annoyance from Sam. “And we’re waiting on one more, but he’ll have the Special Fry Up, extra bacon.” I nodded, the lady tucked her notepad back into her apron. “Coffee?” She asked, looking between the two of us. “God, yes.” I exhaled, slouching in the booth. “Yes, please.” Sam said with a smile. “Alright then, I’ll be right back.” She said warmly before shuffling towards the coffee pots. “Why do you do that? You just steal the best bits of fruit, why don’t you just let me order what I actually want?” He asked, sinking down in the booth like a petulant child. I just shrugged and leant my elbows on the table. “So, Chimera? No?” I changed the subject, getting Sam back on track. “No. They infect and mutate with a dose of super strength.” He explained, handing me the tablet and pulling out the case notes he’d printed before we got on the road. “Back to the drawing board.” I muttered, closing that research tab after not reading it. “You guys investigating the suicides?” The waitress was back, pouring coffees but looking at the police notes Sam had. “Oh, uhh,” Sam turned them over, hiding the contents, “Yeah, in a way.” He said. “Can you tell us anything about them?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, waiting eagerly for her to finish pouring my coffee. “Emma worked here for a week, she always looked so exhausted.” The waitress sighed, remembering her co-worker. A bang and an eruption of laughter broke her out of her memories and all of us turned towards the noise. “Stop!” The woman squealed, making both Sam and I groan. We watched Dean pull the young blonde closer to him and kiss her affectionately before letting her go. “You’re late, Stacey!” Our waitress called across the mostly empty diner, stalking after the young woman. “Hey.” Dean greeted, sliding into the booth next to me, bumping against my shoulder, jostling me as he got comfy. “Hey yourself.” I countered. Dean shrugged and smiled over at his brother instead. Sam blinked slowly, an annoyed look sat upon his features. “Life’s short.” Dean defended, “Whatcha got?” He asked, pulling the case notes out of Sam’s hands. “Not herpes.” I murmured under my breath, making the younger Winchester snicker. “Chimera.” Dean said confidently, nodding and looking at us both. “Already thought of that, not a Chimera.” Sam said, snatching the paper from Dean when he saw the older waitress heading towards us with three balanced plates. “Here we go, banana pancakes,” She slid the plate across the table to me, “Omelette,” She placed the dish down in front of Sam, “which means, Special.” She said, planting the plate with everything on it, in front of Dean. “Coming back with your salad.” She winked at Sam before leaving. “You ordered for me?” Dean asked, pulling me under his arm and locking me in a headlock, “Ain’t she the best?” Dean joked, holding me firmly in place. I didn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight, instead weakly clawing at his arm. “Ahem.” Came the small cough. Dean quickly let go of me, shoving me back to the corner of the booth. “Thanks.” Sam said, unnoticed by the not-too-impressed blonde who slammed the fruit salad down on the table and stalked off. “No, she’s a …” Dean called after the waitress before letting it go with a shrug. “Wanna finish that sentence?” I asked, turning on Dean, holding the end of my gun against the side of his kneecap. The older Winchester gulped as his brother laughed.

“And they have a lack of any happy hormone?” I asked, struggling to concentrate on what the coroner was saying. “Yeah...” She said, eyeing me from across the metal slab, “So did the others.” She added. “Any reason for that?” I asked. The woman in the white coat looked at Dean. “Is she okay?” She asked as I swayed, rubbing at my eyes and yawning. “Yeah, she’s … drove all night.” He lied, nudging me with his elbow when the woman turned around. “So you were saying exhaustion and depression?” Dean continued, moving away, hoping to draw attention off me. “Yes, the chemicals the brain makes to make us dream, that essentially keep us going and striving for better, they’re non existent in these people. Like they were sucked dry.” The doctor explained, handing Dean a file. “Thanks, we’ll let you know if there’s anything else we need.” Dean wrapped, planting a firm hand in the small of my back and giving me a light shove towards the doors. “Wait,” The cororner called, making us both turn, one slightly faster than the other, “Do you have problems sleeping?” She asked me. “Not so much sleeping,” I mumbled, “Just the dreaming.” I couldn’t help the yawn that escaped. “There’s a, this is so unprofessional of me but…” She said, turning to her handbag at her desk. Dean looked between her and I, taking a minute step forward, I didn’t miss how he’d moved closer, just in case. “There’s this guy in town, he helped me with this recurring nightmare.” She handed me a card that had an address scribbled on it, “Don’t ask me how it worked, it just did. What’s to lose, huh?” She said with a smile and a shrug. “Thanks.” I said, waking up a little at the idea of a soundless sleep, “And what was your name again?” I asked, ignoring Dean’s eyeroll and moving closer to her, holding out my hand. “Amelia,” She said, taking my hand and batting her eyelashes. “What a beautiful na-” “Alright, let’s go.” Dean said, pulling me by my elbow out the doors. “Thanks!” Dean called over his shoulder to the confused, sexy, coroner.

“What’s wrong with you? Comatose one minute, flirting away the next.” Dean grumbled as we approached the Impala. “It’s these nightmares, they exhaust me more than being around you, does.” I earned myself one of Dean’s infamous annoyed glares before I slid into the front seat. “Well, I’ll drop you at this place, and catch up with Sam. Meet you back at the motel.” Dean said. Both brothers knew what the dream was, it was how I got my start in the hunting world. And even though I’d dealt with bigger and badder, that night still haunted me. “Thanks.” I said, settling further into the seat and closing my eyes. “So, you think the… You’re asleep aren’t you?” Dean glanced over at me. Mouth open, drool ready to spill over, eyes closed and a snore building.

“Watch out!” I yelled, waking up quickly as Dean slammed on the breaks and started laughing. “Never fails.” He chuckled, I punched his arm, hard and swung the door open. “Asshole.” I muttered, picking up my bag and climbing out of the front seat. “See you later.” He called out the window, muffler already growling as he pulled away. I looked up and down the street, cafes were spotted up and down, between boutiques and Bohemia themed stores, and in front of me, the address on the card. Sadi’s Psychic Solutions, I closed my eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, of course this is where a small town, outside New Orleans, would send me. I sighed heavily and took a step up, pushing the door open. “Welcome YN, I’ll be out in a moment.” A soft male’s voice called from the back somewhere. “Uhh, hi.” I called back, looking around at the dark room. It was what I expected from a place like this; beads over the doors, scented candles and incense sticks, crystals and statue like objects sitting on painted-black shelves. “Please, take a seat, I’m putting something together for your dreams.” He called again. This was creepy to say the least, he knew my name, he knew what I was there for. I hadn’t met a psychic before, but Sam and Dean said they once had a friend that was one, maybe this guy… “Hi there, I’m Sadi,” He greeted when he came out, holding a wooden bowl with, what looked like, potpourri inside. “Hey there, I was sent by--” “Amelia, yes, she had a similar problem with nightmares,” He began to explain, “She’s doing better now.” I couldn’t help but shake the feeling he was hiding something when he looked away and moved me into the other room, like maybe I wasn’t getting the whole truth. But I was so tired, and needed a full night’s rest without that damned nightmare, so I shook the thought from my head. “Do you mind if I ask, what the nightmare’s about?” He said, gesturing to the seat across from him. We’d walked into a back room, dark, lit only by candles, the bowl sitting in the middle of the table, between us. “You don’t know?” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. He smiled and nodded. “Of course,” He warmed his hands, waiting for my nod of consent before he placed them on either side of my head. “If you could close your eyes.” He said, closing his own. I closed them briefly but opened them again as soon as he started muttering under his breath. “You’re being followed, chased.” He said, I was impressed, but didn’t nod or acknowledge the guess, watching as his eyes scrunched and he rubbed a circle into my temples. I frowned, but let him. “You reach safety, but then that turns out to be the evil you’re running from.” He said, his eyes fluttered under his lashes and I quickly closed my eyes. His hands slowly lowered from my head and I blinked across at him. “Wow.” I said, it wasn’t a lie. I was a little taken by how accurate he was. It would’ve been more impressive if he had described the scene, but I didn’t know how he read or saw my dream. He might’ve just been reading feelings and not seeing it in front of him.

“So, here we have a mixture of ingredients. I can sense you believe in the paranormal world?” He inquired, watching me as I smiled. “Uhh, yep! It’s a hobby of mine.” I said, trying to contain how amused I was by myself. “So you’ll trust me when I say, this will only work if you believe it will?” He reached to the space beside him and procured a knife, not missing when I flinched. “Your blood will focus this spell to your specific dream.” He explained. I took a deep breath, taking the knife from him. “Fuck it.” I muttered, and in a practiced move, I cut along my palm and dropped blood into the bowl. He handed me a white rag. I wiped the blood from the knife and then wrapped my hand, watching him. “Give me your hands and we’ll begin.” He held his hands out, resting palm up on the table, either side of the bowl. I took a deep breath and reached out. “Let’s get me some solid sleep.” I breathed, joining my hands with his. “Watashi wa Baku o yobidasu. Kanojo no yume o toru tame ni koete kita. Gisei-sha ni sōgū suru mono o ubau.” He chanted, the bowl sparked and erupted in green flames, dying out as quickly as they started, my blood gone but the ingredients seemed untouched by fire. He loosened his grip on my hands and looked across at me. “All done?” I asked, tightening the cloth around my palm. “You will have uninterrupted sleep.” He sounded much like a fortune cookie. “How much is that?” I asked after an awkward beat of silence. “That’s one twenty-five.” He said, standing, suddenly no longer interested in being friendly and mysterious. He stood from the table and walked to the front room, leaving me gawking after him. That price was … if it didn’t work, I’d be back with my gun.

“So?” Sam asked, clearly clued in by the older Winchester as to where I’d just been. “We’ll see.” I huffed, sitting down on the couch, reaching for my heeled boots that accompanied today’s professional look. “What about you? Find anything?” I asked, missing the glance that passed between the two men. “Uhh, well… I was speaking to the families of the victims and seems they all had nightmares.” Sam explained, his tone was cautious, as if he was hoping I wasn’t hearing what he was saying. “What?” I asked, sitting back up, peeling off my blouse to relax in my tank top. “That’s not the worst part.” Dean said, somehow he found this humorous. I was gonna whoop his ass later. “Care to share?” I asked when it was obvious they were doing that annoying silent conversation thing. “Well, umm…” Sam began, swallowing thickly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. I looked to Dean who shrugged and quickly picked up his beer bottle, holding it to his lips in an unending sip. “Sam.” I cautioned. “They all went to Sadi’s Psychic Solutions.” He said, his expression already pained, as if I’d already blasted them. I clenched my jaw, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, counting to ten. “This is no different to being bait for another case. And if I get eight, uninterrupted hours out of it…” I tried to reason. The brothers were surprised at how easy I was taking this, so was I. But a solid sleep was something I daydreamed about, an unattainable desire. Of course I was willing to be the guinea pig in this instance. “Dinner?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Uhh, sure.” Dean said, having finally lowered the bottle from his mouth. “Let me change and then we can head to the bar.”

“I’ll take first shift, five hours should—” Sam said to his brother. “Whoa!” I said, opening the bathroom door after just closing it. “Shifts? I don’t need you doing a Cas, I don’t need you lurking over me while I sleep.” I informed. “But, what if this guy has-” Sam tried, no help from Dean who was too busy smirking. “Sam! Quit it. The vics offed themselves. I’m not about to do that. I feel fine.” I didn’t, I was close to snapping and killing the both of them, anything to get closer to sleep. Sam finally shrugged, looking down at his hands. I took that as a victory and headed back to the bathroom. “Give your gun to Sam and we’ll take the knife from under your pillow.” Dean suggested, sometimes he surprised me with just how good a mediator he could be. Sometimes. “Whatever. You’re just not watching me sleep.” I called back, changing into a ratty old shirt and someone’s stolen boxers.

When i got back into the room, I made a beeline for the bed, ignoring the two odd looks from the brothers that were now sitting at the small table. “Hey, that’s-” Dean tried, “Don’t.” Sam said, glancing over at me as I was already crawling onto the bed. “It was yours last night. Not my fault you spent it in a different bed.” I said over my shoulder, getting settled under the covers. “Actually, it wasn’t in a bed.” “Dean.” Sam groaned. I heard a light thump as Sam must’ve smacked at his older brother. “Night.” I yawned, pulling a pillow over my head. The boys kept murmuring between themselves, but once I closed my eyes…

“YNN.” Dean grumbled sleepily, he rubbed a knuckle into his eye as he awkwardly shifted on the couch. YN was whimpering in her sleep, something that happened often enough to not worry either of the boys, normally they wouldn’t wake to them. “Help,” She whined, Dean frowned and opened his eyes. She’d never spoken in her sleep before. “YN?” Dean called into the dark, louder than before. She was still whimpering, pleading for help. Dean looked over the arm of the lounge, and what he saw froze him to the lumpy cushions of the couch. YN was thrashing about in the bed, tossing and turning from the nightmare. But a dark figure loomed over her, what Dean suspected was the snout, was close to her head, a white stream flowing from her temple and through it’s open jaws. “YN!” Dean yelled, effectively waking Sam, who sat bolt upright. Sam’s arms were extended, gun held steadily out in front of him. A directing finger from Dean and Sam turned to face the spirit, firing a witch-killing bullet into the spirit. A high-pitched snarl ripped from the figure, a scream erupting from YN, as it disappeared, like a heavy fog clearing.

Part 2

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myriadimagines · 7 years

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Interesting Girl

DC (Suicide Squad) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Joker

Warnings: alcohol consumption, violence and swearing

Request: “Hey could I get a one shot where the joker sees the reader at the club and is fascinated by her, he starts keeping an eye on her but when another mob boss goes to kidnap her because she owes them something like money, she starts kicking ass. The joker realizes that he was not stalking a regular girl but a badass mutant, which makes him obsessed with her? Ty” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: hope this was alright !!

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“What can I get for you, hot stuff?” you brushed your hair out of your eyes and plastered a saccharine smile on your face as a man stumbled away from the dance floor and towards the bar. He was clearly drunk, evident in his clumsy steps and flushed cheeks, but he managed to balance himself on the bar and beckon for you to come closer.

“A sh-shot of vodka, honey” the man slurred, and you tried your best to hide your disgust as you reluctantly complied. At any other bar, you probably would’ve refused, or just handed him a shot of water because he looked too drunk to be able to tell the difference. However, you worked at the Joker’s bar, and you never knew what kind of dangerous people you could run into here.

You moved around to the other side of the bar to pour the shot, before sliding it to the man. He tilted his head back and swallowed it, screwing his eyes shut before shaking his head and turning to give you a grin. “That’s some good stuff.”

You gave him a tense smile and turned around to put the vodka back, when the man suddenly lunged across the bar to grab your arm. “I’m not done yet.”

Instinctively, you grabbed the knife from under the bar and spun around to hold it against the man’s neck. You could see his eyes widen as he froze, and you leaned your face closer and growled, “Let. Go.”

The man quickly let go of your arm, stumbling backwards with his hands raised above his head. Using the knife, you gestured for him to leave you and return to the dance floor, and he quickly scrambled away. Rolling your eyes, you put the knife back and looked up to see Joker staring at you from the other side of the bar.

He was in his own private area of course, lounging on his gold couches as he was surrounded by his guards. Joker tilted his head and grinned as he watched you quickly avoid eye contact and pull out a towel to begin wiping the bar. You were new here, and Joker probably wouldn’t have paid attention to some random girl who just started working at your bar, but you were different, especially after Joker had just seen you threaten one of his customers with a knife.

“Want me to go punish her, boss?” one of Joker’s guards followed his fixated gaze to you. The guard had also seen you threaten Joker’s customer, but couldn’t quite gauge what Joker’s reaction to it was. Sometimes, Joker would be furious and have the worker punished if they ever treated a customer badly. But in some rare cases, Joker would find entertainment out of it.

This was one of those cases.

“Punish her?” Joker laughed, looking up at his guard. “No, I think we should praise her! What a fiery spirit!”

Joker looked back over at you, where you were helping two of the dancers get some water before they had to go back to work. He beckoned for his guard to come closer, and whispered, “Find out her name.”

Nodding, the guard walked off, while Joker’s eyes still remained on you.

The bar was closed during daytime, and closed hours were probably the only time of the day where you got any peace and quiet.

You had arrived about two hours early, dumping your bag under the bar and pulling out your uniform to change into. It was a short, shimmery gold dress which you thought was impractical to bartend in, but you weren’t about to go complaining to Joker about it. You peeped your head up to see if anyone was around, then quickly ducked down to slip out of your shirt and jeans and pull the dress on. You had just stood up and straightened the dress out when the doors slammed open, and you looked over.

Frowning, you immediately recognized the mobster’s men as at least ten of them filed through the door and stood around the perimeter of the room before Knives, the local the mob boss, appeared. Two of his men quickly barricaded the door as Knives approached you, furious.

“Where’s my money, y/n?” he snarled slamming his hands on the table. You could see some of his men flinch, but you tilted your head, bored.

“I told you I’d get it to you by the end of the month.” you replied calmly, and Knives’ face contorted in anger as he pulled out a gun from his waistband and held it in front of your face. Rolling your eyes, you continued, “I still have a week left!”

“I’m gettin’ real tired of your excuses, bitch.” he snapped, and you opened your mouth in mock fear.

“Well I’m getting tired of you constantly being on my ass about this.” you leaned forward so that the gun was pressed against your forehead. “I told you end of the month, and I meant end of the month. If you wanna shoot me, go ahead, but that means you won’t get your money.”

Unbeknownst to everyone in the room, Joker had arrived just minutes before Knives had, and was observing the whole scene. His guards stood with their guns aimed, ready to fire, yet Joker raised his hands and instructed them to stop. There was something about your oddly calm demeanor that perplexed him, and he was eager to see how the scene would turn out.

“You’re right.” Knives finally said, lifting the gun. “If I shoot you, I ain’t getting my money. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna give you a taste to what’s to come if you don’t deliver.”

You scoffed as you watched Knives step back and his men approach you, and beneath the bar, you could feel your powers coursing through your fingertips. No one here knew you were a mutant with the power to control metal, and a faint smirk appeared on your lips.

“You sure you want to do this?” you asked, all the knives under the bar hovering as you lifted them out of their stops. Knives laughed, clearly underestimating you, and you shrugged as you raised your hands, the knives you were controlling appearing from under the bar and revealing themselves to everyone. “Alright, suit yourself.”

Before anyone had time to react, you had already flung the knives forward, stabbing the first half of Knives men. The other half opened fire, but you simply raised your hands and stopped the bullets. You could see Knives’ eyes widen in fear as you turned the bullets around, which were shielding you like a wall. You jumped over the bar, and from his private area, Joker leaned forward, fascinated. He had no idea you were a mutant, and just when he thought he was already obsessed with you, he was becoming even more obsessed.

You let go of the bullets, killing the rest of Knives’ men, leaving Knives standing alone in the middle of the room, surrounded by the fallen bodies of his guards. Knives stumbled backwards as you advanced, and you shrugged.

“I warned you.” you said vaguely, and you could see Knives gulp. “Are you going to stop bothering me now?”

Knives nodded, his head bobbing up and down before you motioned for him to leave. He sprinted out of the bar, stumbling as he tried to escape. You sighed as you looked around at the dead bodies, wondering how you were going to get rid of them all.

You suddenly heard someone clapping, and looked up to see Joker laughing as he stepped towards you. You straightened, your eyes widening, as you stammered, “I-I’m so sorry about the mess, boss. I’ll clean it up.”

“You are an interesting girl, y/n, I’ll give ya that.” Joker chuckled, before he whistled. His guards approached, and he motioned to the bodies. “Get rid of this mess.”

The guards obliged, bending down to lift up the bodies as Joker clicked his tongue and wagged a finger at you.

“Come here,” he instructed, and you slowly walked over. “We got a lot to talk about, y/n.”

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writing-in-riverdale · 7 years

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interview | cole sprouse x reader

request

written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

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“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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winchester-sisters-imagines · 7 years

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We’ve Gone Way too Fast for Way too Long (Part Three)

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Words: 1,759

Based off: This imagine

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Warnings: Guns, alcohol, patching up people

Author’s Note: Here it is! Part 3! I hope you all like it! I think just one more part will go to this small little series and we’ll be done with it. Title take from Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy- Haley xx

Part One

Part Two

Jax was pissed off at me, I could tell. Whenever Juice pulled the van into Teller-Morrow parking lot and we all filed out, I tried to help Jax inside but he shrugged me off. Everyone else was staring at me like I had lobsters pouring out of my ears; like I was the freak kid at school all the other kids thought I was.

“Chapel,” Clay said, as we all got inside the Clubhouse. “Now.”

Jax headed towards the room, but I caught his arm. “Let go of me, Y/N,” he said, trying to jerk his arm out of my grip.

“You’re hurt, Jax,” I whispered. “Let me patch you up.”

He looked at his stepdad and Clay nodded his head. Jax shook loose from me and walked over to a table, plopping down in a chair. The lights were still out, so I flipped them on and searched around for the first aid kit. I found it under the bar and went back to Jax.

When I sat down beside him, he looked the other way.

“You can be mad at me all you want,” I said, opening up the white box, “but I saved you fucking life. I told you not to go. You need to take off your jacket, cut, and shirt.”

Jax didn’t look at me when he removed his clothes. I saw that the scratch mark on his shoulder wasn’t that deep like I had thought it was. I pressed an alcohol soaked cotton square against the scratch and Jax hissed.

“What the hell was that thing?” Jax asked. “And how did she know your last name?”

I sighed and got the gauze roll and tape out. “Because,” I started. “My life isn’t what you think it is, Jax. My family – my dad, my brothers, and me – we hunt monsters.”

Jax snapped his head towards me. “What the fuck are you talking about? Monsters aren’t real.”

“What do you think that thing was then, Jax? She was a werewolf! And you’re lucky she just scratched you instead of sinking her teeth in you because…” I trailed off. Because Jax would have turned.

“Because what?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, wrapping the gauze roll around his shoulder. “I’ve been hunting my entire life. You have SAMCRO blood running through your veins, well I have hunter blood. I’ve been using a gun since I was seven years old.

Jax jerked away from me when I finished patching him up. He stood up and put his white t and leather cut back on. “Jax, c’mon, I’m telling you the truth,” I whispered. I walked closer to him but he took a step forward before turning around.

“None of this makes any fucking sense!” Jax fumed. “You lied to me. You lied to me about your life. I can’t believe you would do that to me.”

“I did it to protect you, Jackson,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “To protect you and Abel from the life I had and the monsters out there that know me and my family. If I went around saying that I was a hunter and that my dad was John Winchester, do you know how dangerous that would have been for us? Very.”

“Bullshit,” Jax spat.

I huffed. “But me trying to protect you from everything I’ve seen is wrong? Yet, you don’t care about how much of an impact you being in SAMCRO has on Abel. Half the time he doesn’t know where you are. And the other half he thinks you’re never come home again. I know that life, Jax, I lost my mom when I was a baby. And now Sons is dealing drugs and making sure motherfucking porn stars are kept safe. That’s the bullshit.”

The tears were sliding down my cheeks as Jax crossing his arms over his chest. He puffed out his chest but didn’t say anything.

“And I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me. There are werewolves in Charming and when Dean and Sam get here, we’re going to hunt them down and kill them all.”

I waited outside for my brothers to show up. It had been over an hour since Jax and I had our fight and he wouldn’t look at me. After I told him I was going to kill the werewolves, Chibs opened the Chapel door and called Jax inside.

When their meeting was done, I was outside and watched Jax walk over to the Teller-Morrow building, not looking at me but looking head on.

I heard the familiar rumble of the impala pull into the Teller-Morrow parking lot and I instantly felt better. Dean and Sam, my lovely, wonderful, pain in the ass brothers, were here and everything felt like it did before I left them. Dean turned off the car and him and Sam climbed out, walking over to me.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked me.

I wiped my eyes; they must have been red from crying earlier. I nodded my head. “Listen, there’s a pack here in Charming. I’m not sure where they are located, but they aren’t far away from the warehouse that SAMCRO uses.”

“And SAMRCO is...?” Dean asked me.

“Sorry,” I chuckled softly, “I forgot that you two don’t know about them. It means Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original. Or Sons for short.”

“You hang out with a motorcycle club?” Dean asked me.

“Don’t interrogate me, Dean,” I said, standing up from my spot on the ground. “Jax’s dad started it. And when he died when Jax was little, Jax’s stepdad, Clay, it took over. He grew up it in. But anyways, there’s a warehouse off the main road going north. I’ll catch you all up on the drive over there.”

I walked over to the van that Juice brought us back in and opened up the side door. I climbed into the back and grabbed my gun. I left it in there because I knew it would open more cans of worms with Jax. I hopped back out and checked the barrel. Only a few more silver bullets left.

“C’mon,” I said, walking over to the impala. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” Sam asked. “Don’t you want to tell them or something.”

“I tried telling Jax earlier. He thinks I’m lying. Let’s just go.”

Jax’s point of view

I watched the black impala with Y/N and her brothers pull out of the parking lot and turn right. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. There’s no way that she was telling the truth a few hours ago. I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was almost four in the morning.

I hauled my ass back into the Clubhouse and down the hall to my apartment. Abel was curled up in my bed asleep. I crawled into bed with him and he rolled towards me, nothing opening his eyes when asking, “Momma?”

“No, buddy,” I whispered, pulling up the covers on him. “Momma will be back though.”

Abel nodded sleepily.

I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. She was lying to be about what that girl was. Y/N has already lied to me about her past, why wouldn’t she just make up a story to go with her reasoning to kill that girl. But that girl didn’t move like any normal human, the way she jumped completely over Opie. And that scratch on my shoulder… it still stung… and that wasn’t from a human either.

There was a knock on my door and I bolted straight up. Abel wasn’t in bed with me anymore. I stretched, got out of bed, and walked over to the door. Opening it up, I saw Opie leaning against the frame. “Y/N’s brothers are here, they want to talk to you.”

“Why?” I asked, grabbing my leather cut and pulling it on.

Opie sighed. “They can’t find Y/N.”

“What?” I rushed down the hall from him to find Sam and Dean leaning against the bar. “What do you mean you can’t find her? I saw her go with you?”

“We think the pack got her,” Sam said.

“What the fuck do you mean think?” I asked him, stalking over to him.

“Jackie Boy, calm down,” Chibs whispered when he laid a hand on my shoulder.

“Werewolves are Y/N’s favorite to hunt,” explained Dean. “Ever since she was little, and especially since one scratched her a few years ago on the leg. She has a personal vendetta against them. Did Y/N get a little too excited when she killed that one?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head. “She didn’t seem like herself.”

“Damnit,” Sam said, running a hand through his hair.

“That girl knew who she was,” Juice said from behind me. “Said if she knew a Winchester was here, she would have brought her pack.”

“We think the pack may know more about us and your… club...” Dean said, “than they normally would. Sam show them those pictures.”

Sam had a laptop bag at his feet and opened it up, pulling out a file folder. “Follow me,” I said, leading them into the Chapel. Dean whistled while I opened the door for them, looking around and laying eyes on the table.

“You all really love yourselves to have that carved into the table,” he said.

Sam rolled his eyes and laid down the file folder. He opened it up and laid out several different pictures of people. “This,” he said, “is the werewolf that Y/N killed last night. These are the three that Dean and I killed down in Pinehurst.”

“Holy shit,” Clay said, pushing himself between me and Sam. “That’s Romeo Parada’s old lady,” pointing to the picture of an older female from Pinehurst.

“Why would Galindo’s right-hand man’s lady be mixed up in this?” I asked him.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Dean asked us.

“The Galindo is another club we’re investing in,” I said, choosing my words wisely in front of Clay. “And that is Parada’s old lady-“

“His what?” Sam asked.

“Old lady, you idiots,” Clay said. “It’s a term of endearment towards a club members wife or girlfriend.”

“How big is this club you’re talking about?”

“Over a hundred members.”

“See!” Sam said, “I told you that it was probably a bigger pack!”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Are you telling us that the Galindo aren’t human?” I asked them.

“That’s exactly what we’re saying there, Blondie,” Dean said, clapping his hands. “Alright, we’ve got work to do.”

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Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 6

Newly renamed from Untitled Jeff x Reader !

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end? Chapter 6 Summary: Reader, Jeff, and Todd(OC) have talks about past wrongs Warnings: language (probably), slow burn, angst, crowded space anxiety A/N: I have a few ideas to continue this, but it’s still developing. Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc. Word count: 2300 Catch up here: MASTERLIST Tags: @jml509 @jasoncrouse @yellatthetopofyourlungs @prettyepiic

Jeff watched Todd walk away with (Y|N). A rock sat in his stomach when he realized this must have been what it was like for her three years ago. He didn’t like Todd before and he really didn’t like him now, he wanted to kick his ass. He saw Todd’s hand rest on the small of her back as he led (Y|N) away. It could have been him, it should have been him. He should have been the one to tell her how beautiful she looked before leaving for the party. He should have been the one to help her out of that dress at the end of the night and SHOW her how he felt about her. He trudged his way inside, ignoring all requests for photos. He was in no mood to smile.

“And what if he does come to talk?” Todd pressed. He looked like he was trying hard not to be angry. He cheeks were red with effort. “Todd, at the very least, I miss my friend. I think it’s okay if I hear him out,” you said calmly. “After what he did to you?! He crooks his little finger and you go running?” Todd accused. “Excuse the hell out of me!? It’s not like that at all and you damn well know it,” you shot back. “I’m allowed to have friends, damnit!” “I can’t do it again, (Y|N),” he said. “I can’t put you back together when he breaks your heart again. I can’t bear it.” You could feel your cheeks get hot now. “I never asked you to in the first place. I’m just going to talk to him, Todd, that’s all it’s ever been between us. I’ve told you that.” Todd was doing his best to stow his anger. He was right, though, you’d been a mess and were tough to be around for months. He didn’t deserve to go through that again. You liked him a lot, but you weren’t sure you were in love with him, maybe you could be. You wanted to give him that chance.

The screening of the final episode was finished and they ran the send-off reel and gag reel in succession. Todd had relaxed a bit in that time, but you hadn’t. You’d barely paid attention to the last two reels and you were even in them. As the gag reel was getting close to the end, you could hear Todd’s phone buzzing inside his coat pocket. You swore he never turned the damn thing off. He checked the display and sighed. “You gonna be okay?” he asked. “Do you have to go?” you asked back. “It’s my boss. I’ll call him back to see what he wants, but I probably have to go in,” he said. “I’ll call you or text you when I know, okay?” Todd was working on a new project and the producer was including him on a lot of decisions and development because he was finally going to be a director. You wished he would tell the producer ‘no’ but he never did. It was a big night for you and you wanted him with you, especially since you’d been shocked by Jeff’s sudden appearance. You barely nodded to Todd and he was gone.

Jeff crossed paths with Todd in the lobby as people were starting to file out. “Hey!” he stopped Todd, “Where’s (Y|N)?” “Just stay away from her, she doesn’t want you,” Todd said, continuing walking. “You left her in there? By herself?!” he was trying to talk to Todd, but he was gone. Jeff forced his way through the crowd of people and got back inside the auditorium. He scanned the people that were walking out, but he didn’t see her. When he and (Y|N) used to talk, she’d mentioned once how she gets bad anxiety when there are too many people too close to her. It gets worse when they start bumping into her, if she panics and can’t move… Why is it so dark in here? he thought. He noticed the pillars on the outside walls and went to check there. He found her a third of the way up trying to make herself as small as possible and get into the gap between the wall and the round pillar. He noticed the earbuds attached to her phone and she was counting while breathing. “(Y|N), sweetheart,” he said, he hoped loud enough to reach her over the swing music she was, no doubt, listening to. Her eyes opened with a sharp intake of air. The look on her face broke his heart.

You heard your name over the music. His voice startled you a bit and you opened your eyes in the direction of the voice. Disappointed he wasn’t Todd. Disappointed you were glad it was Jeff. You closed your eyes and sighed, you barely had to nod for him to know it was okay to touch you. He had you clutched to his chest before you could move any further. He had both arms wrapped tightly around you, your face in his neck. You put your arms around him under his jacket appreciating his warmth in the cold auditorium. One arm held you tightly and he moved the other to rub your shoulder. You missed how effortlessly he made you feel better. Sometimes, all it took was to be near him. Clasping the star necklace and remembering him had been enough, at first. As the years passed, it got harder to remember what it was like being near him. You’d been about to have a full breakdown when he reached you and you’d held that necklace so tight, it left a sore spot on your hand. Being pressed tightly to him, his familiar scent, you could feel yourself calming down already, your heartrate going back to normal, your skin feeling less prickly. He loosened his tight hold on you when he felt you start to pull away, but he wouldn’t let you go just yet. He brushed the loose strands of hair out of your face. “Where do you want to go, sweetheart?” he asked. “I don’t care. Anywhere but here,” you said looking up at him. “You okay? Can you walk out?” he asked, his brown eyes dark with concern. A wave of self-consciousness washed over you. Jeff had just witnessed you in one of your worst panic attacks, but he was still here and asking if you were okay to walk. You told him once how a bad panic attack could leave you exhausted, and he’d remembered… You gave him a weak smile, “I’m okay.” He didn’t believe you, so he took your hand and wrapped your arm around his and tucked you into his side. He rested his hand on top of yours, effectively preventing you from trying to bolt. He rubbed the soft skin on the back of your hand as he walked you out of the now nearly empty auditorium.

Outside, in front of the venue, you waited under the awning while Jeff talked to the valet service. You crossed your arms in front of you and took a deep breath of the night air. You’d missed him, more than you thought you could. You’d only known him three weeks, but you’d both thrown yourselves into those short weeks. Jeff felt like your best friend and being away from him had left a void in your life you didn’t know you needed filled until now. It was like you were underwater and fighting to get to the surface and he was the one to reach in the water and pull you out. He’d taken your arm and tucked you into his side and now that he’d had to let you go, his emptiness of his absence sent a jab to your heart. You looked over at him to find him watching you intently with his hands shoved down hard in his jacket pockets, his expression hard to read. You tried to steel yourself against him. It would be too easy to fall back into your old ways with him. Even now, after three long years, you felt yourself being drawn to him. Somehow, if one of you ever saw the other, you would end up right next to one another. You willed your feet to listen to your brain and stay put when your heart wanted to run to him. The last thing you wanted though, was to break up a marriage or ruin a good thing with Todd. Finally, the valet came around with Jeff’s truck. You noticed he’d had some work done to the ol’ girl, the rust was gone, new paint job and a chrome grille. The sound that came from the truck as the valet ground the gears made you both cringe. Jeff said something to the poor kid before going to the passenger door to open it for you to get in. “She looks good, Jeff,” you told him as you swung your legs in. “Thanks, she’s worth it,” he said, looking into your eyes. Jeff closed your door gently then went around the front of the truck to get in beside you. He’d gotten better looking, the jerk. He put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the street. Together you drove for a few moments before either of you said anything. “You look beautiful, (Y|N),” he said his voice a little thick. You scoffed and gave him side-eye, “You tryin’ to butter me up?” He flashed that amazing grin at you, “Depends, is it working?” Damnit, he’s so charming. Steel yourself! “Jeff, you left me high and dry at that bar. Not saying bye to me or introducing me to your wife made me feel like what we had was dirty and wrong and that I meant nothing to you. So, no, it’s not working,” it came out harsher than what you had intended. Jeff remembered that night all too clearly.

JEFF’S SIDE Of course, he’d told Anya about the wrap-party as soon as he knew the plan was solid. When he’d called her to see if she could work it out to come, she told him that she had a full shooting day and probably wouldn’t be able to make it. She also gave him the distinct impression that she didn’t want to try, either. When he found out that (Y|N) was planning on not going to the party, it worked out perfectly. He could help his new friend get out of her shell a bit and he could have someone he liked to spend the evening with. He told himself that it was what friends did, because that’s all they were, friends. The whole shoot, he’d tried to ignore how cute she was with her hair in a ponytail and hat, her sprinkle of freckles, her pretty (E|C) that never really seemed to stay the same shade. Then he walked into the hotel lounge and saw her. There was no ignoring those legs, her figure… If she hadn’t noticed him, he coulda just watched her all night. She had no idea what she did to him. When she’d spotted him and made eye contact, it was like the switch had been flipped for them to move together. When she leaned over to get something out of her bag, he admired her round ass. She stood up and somehow the space between them had barely left them room to breathe they were so close. Jesus, how did that happen?! She wanted him to kiss her, he was sure of it. He thought, for certain, that there was never anything or anyone that he’d wanted so much in his life. He was ready to throw caution to the wind, consequences be damned. One second longer and he wouldn’t have been responsible for what might have happened in that hotel lounge. If Jennifer, the hotel desk clerk, hadn’t interrupted… Instead, they went to the wrap-party. He remembered from one of their conversations that she didn’t like crowded spaces so while at the party, he’d made himself something like a protective barrier for her. He’d promised her he would make sure she had a good time and he figured that would help. It also meant that he got to be close to her all night, whisper funny remarks in her ear, tell her how pretty she looked… She was so easy to be around. He didn’t have to try with (Y|N) like he did with Anya. What he hadn’t known was that Anya had come in to surprise him and had seen him with (Y|N). Anya used (Y|N)’s going to the restroom to change as her opportunity to swoop in and accuse him of cheating. “Anya, we came here together, I can’t just leave her,” he tried to reason. “Well, this will be a good lesson for her to not be messing around with another woman’s husband!” she spat. “I told you it’s…” he began but she cut him off. “Not like that? My ass! I saw how you were with her. If I can see it that quickly, what do all of these people think? Jesus, Jeffrey!” she hissed. It was no use, she wasn’t going to back down. Rather than continue to cause a scene, he gave in to her. Perhaps a little out of guilt, too. He’d been having a really enjoyable time with (Y|N). He was getting his coat on when he saw (Y|N) had come out of the restroom. It broke his heart. He wanted to hug her and tell her so many things. Instead, all he could do was pat his chest pocket where her phone number was and blow her a kiss, thankful she couldn’t see the tears welling up in his eyes.

#fANFIC #reader insert #JDM #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Second Chances #kazosa #Jeff x Reader

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Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: None

A/N: I forgot to mention in part 1 that this occurs before the events of The Winter Soldier (So Steve still thinks Bucky died falling off the train). Steve’s not very present in this part, but that all gets going in the next one so you don’t have long to wait for it! Thank you guys for the reception of the last part! As always, feedback is appreciated and the tag list is OPEN. Gif is not mine

Part 1 is HERE

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The next morning, I made quite the actress, if I do say so myself. I played the part of still being incredibly ticked off at being left behind though already missing them at the same time. Honestly, it wasn’t all that hard - I was still angry that Steve hadn’t let me go. The difficult part was pretending that I hadn’t stayed up all night planning my own mission, but I managed. Concealer is definitely a girl’s best friend.

Once they were out the door, promising to keep in touch, I made my way back to the training room, fully intending to ensure that I would be at the top of my game when I showed up and saved their rears. To that effect, I picked up my longbow and moved to the targets.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.? Start my playlist, would you?”

“Of course.”

Almost immediately, I heard the opening strains of one of my favorite songs, grinning as I took my mark.

A week and a half later found me in California, staying in one of my old hideouts in a motel. The rest of the team was in town, and I was being careful to stay out of their way. I’d already been there for a few days, mostly keeping tabs on everyone, but doing a bit of my own digging into my old captors. Apparently they’d been doing more experimenting, though that wasn’t what had brought them onto the Avenger Radar. The real reason was that they had teamed up with HYDRA, which was a tiny bit of a no-go as far as SHIELD was concerned.

For a moment, I remembered the small stab of betrayal when I had seen that only now was the team being sent after these people. You’re the one who didn’t talk about your past, I reminded myself as my jaw clenched, They would’ve demolished the place if you’d told them. But noooo, you like to suffer in silence and keep your past to yourself. You’ve no right to complain if you stayed so close-mouthed about it. The crackle of the comms system coming in over my laptop dragged me out of the black spiral I was getting into.

“He’s on the move, do I follow?” Nat’s voice was the first one I heard, followed quickly by none other than Captain Spangles himself telling her to go ahead. Ever one to be prepared, I changed quickly into my suit. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen for a few days yet, but my philosophy was to expect the worst in situations like this - that way, you’re either right or pleasantly surprised. While I was strapping the quiver to my back, various knives and firearms tucked into hidden pockets or sheaths and boots, the assassin was back on the comms.

“The target is leaving town in a Jeep, headed east, but I’ve lost eyes on him.”

“I’ve got eyes on him. Let’s see where he’s going.” Stark’s voice crackled over the earpiece I was putting in. I’d made it myself and patched it into their frequency, but it was a receiver only. If I got into trouble, I’d be on my own trying to get out of it. For the next few minutes, there was tense silence over the comms, broken only by occasional updates on the path the scientist was taking. In that time, I ran the tracer I’d implanted and figured out where they were.

The path they were taking seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. The thought put me on edge so much that I had to force my muscles to unclench. Something about that direction was raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and I hated not knowing the reason.

“He’s pulling up to some warehouse. It looks like the one he was telling HYDRA to meet him at.”

“Already? I thought they weren’t due for this for another couple of days…” I could hear the genuine surprise in Steve’s voice despite the crackling reception. “Alright, we’re on our way out there. Don’t engage until we get there.”

“Don’t you dare go getting yourself killed you fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating little pretty boy with an American flag obsession,” I muttered in exasperation or desperation, I wasn’t sure which, while moving around the motel room as I gathered my stuff. Taking a last look around, I froze in my tracks, feeling like the floor dropped out from under me as I realized just what warehouse they were talking about.

I’d heard the scientists talk about it while I’d been there, but had never really concerned myself with it. Now that I thought about it, I figured out why the hairs were raising - the warehouse was their standard trap as well as their prison. And the team - my friends, no, family - were walking right into it. I mean, they used the warehouse to store all of the experiments’ files, but those were almost impossible to find if you didn’t already know exactly what you were looking for and where it was. The things I’d heard about the people caught turned my stomach unpleasantly. The idea of the scientists doing what they had done to me to anyone else was unthinkable. I had to stop it, no matter what happened to me. With that decision, I opened the motel window, leaping out and unfurling my wings.

It was dark enough outside that I made it safely to a high enough altitude to remain unseen but low enough to stay off the radar. With nearly soundless flaps of my wings, I flew as quickly as I could to where the team was headed, hoping against all hope that I would get there before them. The winds were against me, and I heard over my earpiece the team forming a plan and moving out while I was still a minute’s flight away. Cursing my luck, I pushed myself as hard as I dared, knowing I would need some strength and substantial grit to get them out of this.

Silently, I landed in the woods near the warehouse that I had been housed in a long time ago. Once on the ground, I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Clint was still in the stand of trees, near the edge where the forest gave way to the open ground surrounding the warehouse.

“Clint! I’m so glad I caught you.” I jogged toward him, whisper shouting in an attempt to keep a low profile.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrowed when he saw me coming.

“Doesn’t matter at the moment. You guys are walking right into a trap.”

“How do you know?”

“This is… where I was created.” I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about my origins, but that didn’t stop my throat from getting caught on the words. “I’ve heard them talk about what else they did before I escaped. What are you guys here for?”

“There’s a file Fury wants us to get ahold of, specifically pertaining to their experiments backed by HYDRA. After that, he wants the place burnt to the ground.” To his credit, the bowman didn’t even address the fact that my deep, dark secret was now revealed. I really didn’t want pity, especially not now. “Alright, what are we going to do about the trap? Comms went dead a few seconds before you got here.”

“They perpetually have signal jammers running, so nothing gets out of that building unless they want it to,” I acknowledged. “Where did everyone go in there?”

“The plan was for Tin Man to run perimeter inside the building, I’m on duty for keeping our escape open.” His hand ran through his short hair a little anxiously. “The Stars and Stripes was going in with the Spider - they were supposed to stick together, but I have no idea if they still are. They only went in a minute ago, and I haven’t heard anything so it can’t have gone too wrong yet.” I grimaced, not wanting to undermine the hope, but knowing that my former captors were quite good at this. If they had HYDRA working with them I didn’t want to know what new tricks they had up their sleeves.

“Alright, you stay out here - if we lose our way out of here then we’ll all be better off dead. Plus, the more of us that go in, the less likely it is that I can get us all out. I’ll get everyone out that I can, though. I still remember the building’s layout so I’ve got the best bet of making it back.” I took control, knowing that my experience here gave me an edge in making a plan. Fortunately, Clint didn’t question it, just nodded.

“Be careful in there, alright? Capsicle would have my head if he found out I let you do this.” The man ruffled my hair playfully, but I could hear the real worry behind the joking tone.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve escaped these ninnys before, you know,” I reassured while mimicking his joking tone. With a final, tight smile, I was off, ghosting across the open ground to the access hatch I’d slipped through more than a decade ago. My bow was in hand, an arrow already nocked on the string. Slowly but surely I made my way to the secret entrance. For a long moment, I listened down the hatch, not wanting to be caught unawares before I could drop down the ladder.

Satisfied that the way was clear, I made my way downwards, but apparently someone had been hiding there because gunshots suddenly rang out. With no time, I let go of the ladder, spreading my wings just as much as I needed to hit the ground at a force that wouldn’t break my knees. Instantly, I rolled to the side for cover, wincing as my wing hit the ground.

Breathing deeply, I sent a knife whirling towards my attacker. The grunt and thud told me that I’d hit my target, so I retrieved the weapon before steeling myself to look at my wing. As I suspected, a bullet had torn through it, right in a spot that would prevent me from flying without immense pain. Grimacing, I tucked my wings close to my back before moving out into the hallway.

Well, this ought to be fun.

Part 3

Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions

Son of a Biscuit Tags: @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak

Series Masterlist

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #avengers #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #Son of a Patriotic Biscuit

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Two days ago, actor/politician, Kenneth Okonkwo received serious bashing online after a video of him asking Igbos to support President Buhari's re-election bid surfaced online. At a politicial gathering where he was given the opportunity to speak, Okonkwo who has declared interest to run for governor of Enugu state, asked Nigerians to file behind President Buhari in the 2019 election. He particularly asked people in the South East to support President Buhari because if they don't, they would wonder in the South East for the next eight years. Read here Reacting to the backlash he has received so far, Kenneth on his IG page, tagged those attacking him as ''ignorant and satanically motivated persons''. Read his reaction below My attention has been drawn to some negative comments and curses poured out against my person by some ignorant and satanically motivated persons because of my preference of President Muhammadu Buhari as President of this country for his incorruptible and firm character against enemies of Nigeria. I have been laughing at their ignorance and wickedness. First, these men have not offered any alternative party or Presidential aspirants to challenge Buhari or be compared with him. Second, they claim they are Igbos but forgot that in Igboland, it is a cardinal principle and custom that you must respect someone's personal opinion and must not curse the person, if what the person simply did was to express his opinion and nothing more, "uche onye adighi ya njo". Even if a person says anything you don't like, provided he did not curse you, you are permitted to throw away his words but restrained by custom and tradition not to do anything to him. Third, the Nigerian constitution said in section 39 that "every person shall be entitled to freedom of expression, including freedom to hold opinions and to receive and impart ideas and information without interference". Also in section 38, the constitution states "every person shall be entitled to freedom of thought, conscience... including freedom to change his ... belief, and freedom (either alone or in community with others, and in public or in private) to manifest and propagate his belief in teaching, practice and observance". God himself created man a free moral agent to hold his thoughts and express his opinions as he wishes. He did not even compel man to worship Him. So these army of ignorant and wicked men are simply trying to rudely and crudely interfere with my traditional, constitutional and religious rights to freely express myself and hold an opinion, belief and thought as I so wish. Let me reiterate that I am a follower of President Buhari and believe in his integrity and good intentions to better the lots of Nigerians and that of Ndigbo and I have no apologies for this. Whoever disagrees with me should produce his own strong reasons and better alternatives.Since these men did not do this, but resorted to curses and vituperations, they have violated the law of nature, man and God. Here is the verdict of God on them according to Psalm 109 and particularly verses 1-3, 6, 17-21, 25-30.For the avoidance of doubt let me reproduce these verses verbatim:"(1) Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise; (2) for the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue. (3) they compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause. (6) Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Satan stand at his right hand. (17) As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him. (18) As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones. (19) Let it be unto him as the garment which covereth him, and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually. (20) Let this be the reward of mine adversaries from the Lord, and of them that speak evil against my soul. (21) But do thou for me, O God the Lord, for thy name's sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me. (25) I became also a reproach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads. (26) Help me, O Lord my God: O save me according to thy mercy: (27) That they may know that this is thy hand; that thou, Lord, hast done it. (28) Let them curse, but bless thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed; but let thy servant rejoice. (29) Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame, and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle. (30) I will greatly praise the Lord with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude." Just to remind you but a few. Before Buhari came in, terrorists bombed to pieces, 88 persons at Nyanya in Abuja, bombed the United Nations Building in Abuja, bombed Banex Plaza and even the police headquarters in Abuja killing uncountable number of persons. I don't need to mention the entire North East that was overun by terrorists with thousands of people beheaded and the video images sent on internet for everybody to see. The terrorists were everywhere and have started forming cells in Lagos and Enugu. This Government came and destroyed them across the country. Only their remnants now are going about carrying out criminal activities and you are telling me security is not better now. Our soldiers and officers were sent to fight these terrorists without weapons. They were dying like chicken and when they complained about lack of weapons, they were sentenced to death for mutiny. No apologies for supporting Buhari. I respect your views. I not only support him, I pray for him. You know the truth, the worst of Buhari in 8 years will be better than the best of PDP in 16 years.PDP had 16 years with oil prices very high in-between yet they left us without light (power), without water, without roads, without security, without paying even salaries, indeed without anything. Whatever is happening today has its root from that regime. This administration came with bail out for states to pay salaries with the price of oil falling drastically. Tackled security and all that and somebody is telling me I should reconsider the past leaders that brought us into this mess. God forbid.I support Buhari and pray for him. I sincerely don't care what people like those empty men who make ignorant videos have to say. I don't want to be a Governor under a corrupt President. At least I can say that the person of Buhari is not corrupt. Let them call on their gods, let me call on my God and let the God that answereth by fire, let Him be God Who cares? When I decided to be an actor, nobody supported me. They could not understand why a man who made a second class upper division in Business Administration in UNN and was wanted to be an assistant Lecturer, could opt to be an Actor. But my God was with me and I succeeded. Today, I have decided to go this political line and I guarantee you I will succeed irrespective of what unfortunate ignorant men will say. By the grace of God, watch me and watch where I am going. Onu kwuru njo ga emeche kwue mma

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