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sterekchub · 9 months

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Okay but what happens when he reaches 15,000 followers? 20,000? 50,000??

What happens if he actually reaches 100,000 followers?

Part 1: 🔥 Derek goes from a jock to a food challenge streamer

Part 2 Below:

15,000 Followers

You've never seen anyone who has eaten as much before- Derek's got to be in a hall of fame for gainers somewhere. "I-I'm sho full ...*schlop*... b-but'sh ...*slobber*... I ...*snarf*... can't'sh ...*gnash*... s-shtop eating. ...*slosh*..." Derek has gone from streaming 1 a day to a 24/7 live stream. Donations pour in for his meals and Derek is almost never not eating. It's terribly distracting, you're trying to go about your day knowing that meanwhile, Derek is shoveling pounds of food into his growing body. His followers pitched in to get him a scale that sends his weight straight to the chat - because past 400 Derek has had to bend further and further over to see the number on the scale. Today's number flashes in the corner of the screen: 515 The chat is all speculating how long Derek is going to continue this he's totally ruined I bet he'll quit at 600 He's appetite is going to make him eat until he pops Wonder if he misses his days as an athlete...

You type in your own thoughts: He's going for the gold- this pig is reaching half a ton.

20,000 Followers You've watched this video more often than you care to admit. In the middle of the "Order everything from the McDonalds menu" Derek’s bench finally breaks in the middle of the stream, just as everyone predicted, sending him crashing to the ground, in an undulating wave of fat rolls. Should we call someone? I don't think he'd fit in an ambulance! He's not too fat to get up, is he? Derek groans from his spot on the floor - but the munching sounds let you know he's clearly okay. He tells his phone "Siri, call coach." The phone rings and someone answers, too muffled to be picked up on the stream. "I uh....need some help. Think you and the team could drop by?" In about a half hour, the door is being forced in and four burly football players and their coach, clearly having just come from practice, come rushing in. They all enter Derek's room and stop and stare at the ground where he's currently beached. "Jesus, Hale! What the hell happened to you?" "You need help..." "he's like a thousand pounds, how are we gonna lift him??" "Are we sure he was our Captain? Looks like he ate them!" "On the count of three, boys. One..two..." On the count of three they all hoist Derek into into a standing position. He has to lean on the computer desk for support, giving the chat a perfect view of his triple chins and flabby moobs. "Maybe shed some weight before we're buttering you up to get through doorways, eh, Hale?" "Yes...Coach," Derek wheezes. "Think he looks hungry," another player says, playfully slapping Derek's rear. A second guy laughs and starts pushing his hand into Derek's middle, seeing how far his hand will push into the immense blubbery mass. "We should come back with food..." "Don't enable him," the coach barks. "Extra laps for the team so you all don't end up like this whale!" They all leave and Derek ends the chat - but not before they hear 1 of his teammates say "Love your stream, Captain...." You donate to his funds for a bigger capacity chair - it's the least you can do. 50,000 Followers When Derek restarts his stream a couple of days later, apologizing for the time off, his follower count has risen in his absence and his new weight is flashing 732lbs. Some of it you attribute to the higher quality stream. When the stream starts again, Derek is sitting on a couch, taking up easily 2/3rds of it, belly close to touching the ground as he sits with his legs spread apart- not that it matters with thighs like tree trunks that always end up touching. Now he has studio lights behind him, a long coffee table in front of him covered with food and there is a bar-cart in the corner of the screen filled with sodas and cartons of cream. "This is Jordan and Matt," Derek announces. "They were on my team before I - " "_ got too out of shape and hopelessly obese to play?" "...yes." "But he's still our captain, so anything to help." "Someone has to lug his fatass to bed and bring him food." "And our first job...." they pull out a funnel. Jordan holds it in Derek's mouth, pressing into his belly and highlighting just how ridiculously wide Derek is that his teammate practically sinks into his sea of lard and isn't even a quarter of Derek's size. Matt starts opening cartons of cream and pouring them in one by one as Derek eagerly guzzles it down. "Alright, for every $20 donated we'll pour another carton in this tank of a belly!" The donations to the chat flood in. jock to immobile in 2 years has to be a record what a goddamn blimp I hope these two feed him until he's begging for them to stop he's going to fill out that couch by the end of the year! You chip in $100. It's for a good cause.... 5 quarts of cream will round Derek out nicely....

100,000 Followers

You see Derek's name in a national newspaper and almost choke, thinking you're in very good dream or maybe someone has found your browser history and made an elaborate prank. “Man Set to Break 2 World Records”. His stream hits 100,000 followers and a few million views as everyone turns in to see Derek reach the title of World's Fattest Man at a whopping 1500lbs and his way to accomplish it: One week to eat a million calories. Derek is bedbound, the California King mattress completely hidden by his body, which has become nothing but a shapeless pile of fat rolls and blubber. Even his face is almost indistinguishable from the rest of him. Legs uselessly buried under his belly, only his toes peeking out. You can't remember the last stream you've seen Derek feed himself, not since he's passed 800lbs. There are cameras everywhere - giving the world a 360 view of the nearly 2 ton man, ready to push himself to a new level of gluttony. A team of football players surround him, forming an assembly line to keep the keg attached to his funnel full. You've seen the calorie breakdown of what's in those shake's they're feeding him, each one a staggering 10,000 calories. Derek keeps chugging, only taking the occasional breaks before grunting to his team and they shove the tube back in his mouth. "Last one!" Every one cheers. Derek doesn't even acknowledge it. You know he must feel reaching to burst, more achingly full than he's ever felt in his life - but with so much lard covering his stomach, he doesn't even look full. You wonder if he could handle even more. When the keg is empty, it gets tossed aside and the tube is taken out of Derek's mouth. "That's the record!" Someone shouts. "How do you feel?" It takes Derek several long seconds to answer. Brain stuck in gluttony, mindless and fat-filled making it too hard to form a thought. And it was increasingly hard for him to form words with his lips puckered and pushed together by softball-sized cheeks and his stack of chins. "H-Hungry. …burrRRPP… …PblttFFf…"

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elsfairy · 1 year

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GAMING with Sevika.

Reader & Sevika are just being chaotic. That's it.

• Sevika is definitely the more competitive one between you both.

• Will act like every game you play together pisses her off. Although she secretly enjoys winning, no matter what you chose to play.

• You're always trying your hardest to get her to play horror games with you, but to no use she never does.

• "I'm scarier, no can do Sweetheart"

• You always found it amusing whenever she would lose. Playing video games with a hot-headed girlfriend? amusing. She didn't like to lose. Even on something that wasn't even real.

• "You're laughing now, wait until I destroy you next round"

• The both of you have this habit of taking all the food from the kitchen, to the living room. Knowing damn well neither of you are moving until you win against her.

• Sometimes that could take hours. Sevika was very competitive and she found enjoyment in watching you pout and act like a brat.

• Would purposely lose, just so she could see your smile when you win. She loved your smile. It's beautiful.

• Sevika loves to annoy you when you're playing. She will nudge your shoulders, and mess up your hair. Goes the extra mile and tries sitting on you just so you lose.

• "Stop touching me! let me win at least once!"

• Adored when you became angry over a video game.

• Tells you constantly how she sucks at any video game. Yet somehow manages to fuck you over, and is winning every single thing you chose.

• It was something she did when you looked like you were about to lose your mind, but she would let you play alone while she either made you food or grabbed you a drink. Just so you could enjoy winning. She was the true Sweetheart.

• You'll both lose track of the time, and day the longer you game together.

• Like Sevika, you loved to piss her off. Smacking her with a pillow was something you did a lot, just so she wouldn't be able to focus on anything else.

• "You did that on purpose. You knew i was close to winning"

• Neither of you is going to bed at a 'normal' time. It's either 3am or 5am. Never before, maybe sometimes later than 5. It just depends on how competitive you're feeling.

• As much as she loves winning, she will help you. Even if that means playing a level or game for you, and giving you the win willingly. She loved you, so.

• Secretly she is an animal crossing player. It's relaxing okay, she needs something that isn't going to piss her off. Breaking her damn axe on the other hand will piss her off though.

• You, because you're a brat love to tease her about it.

• "I thought you would have liked something like, i don't know⎯ anything but that game"

• 100% denying any of your words, will act like that's completely false information and go on about her day.

• There were games that she played, which you sucked at, but she also sucked at some of the ones you enjoyed. You would teach her the ones you like and vice versa.

• Sevika is that gamer who's going to break something if she's too stressed. Most of the time, she's beating your poor pillows. Brat behaviour honestly.

• As much as the pair of you enjoyed playing, somewhere between the long hours of just staring at a screen will make you feel sick.

• She's going to make sure you're fine, getting you water and anything you need. That's just being a simp.

• Enjoys watching you just have fun.

• "Lean any closer and you're going to be in the TV, Sweetheart"

• Rubs your shoulder to relax you if she can tell you're the one getting stressed out.

• Literal heart eyes at her.

• If she's the only one playing any games, you'll curl up in her lap, just watching and enjoying her company.

• That always ends up failing miserably, because she's either shouting at the screen or accidentally bopping you on the head with her elbow, depending on how you're sitting on her.

• She's going to ruin someone's day if they talk shit to you.

• "Listen here you stupid fucking⎯ Oh, you sound like a child so this might look bad on my good image, but shut the fuck up"

• Gives you a nervous thumbs up.

• Still loves you deeply, even if you do beat her ass in some games.

this been sitting here for a while so, uh yeah. Gamer rage is very real, we all have it. I've broken at least one (or more) monitors before, but let's move on from that. enjoy ♡

#sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika headcanon

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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Summery: When a mission goes wrong and Natashas girlfriends end up being hostages of Hydra, what happens when the start sending Tony videos of torture? Can the Avengers find and rescue them in time, or will a dreadful loss overcome them?

Warnings: torture, depictions of violence, angst(happy end), hurt/comfort

Word count: 6164 WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Angst Ending

Wanda watches helplessly as the Hydra soldier enters the room once more. Damn these restraints, they keep her from using her magic but thankfully they don’t interfere with her telepathy. She can feel her stomach twist at the thought of what he has in store.

He approaches your chair and yanks your head back by your hair. He smiles upon hearing a grunt of pain leave you.

“Leave her alone!” the Sokovian shouts. You can see the fear in her eyes, she hates being so helpless when her loved ones need her.

He chuckles dryly before his fist connects with your face multiple times. Wanda sees drops of your blood hit the concrete beneath you, she thrashes against the cuffs holding her to the chair.

“Stop moving or she gets a worse beating than this!” he shouts at her

Your face is already bruised and your split lip is dripping blood, she doesn't want him doing anything more severe to you so she complies. Though the regret of doing so is clear on her face.

Her gaze snaps to the door when two more Hydra soldiers enter the room. One carries a towel while the other carries a hose that's connected somewhere out in the hall.. She can feel her heartbeat jump to her throat as they go to you.

“No! Don’t hurt her!” she yells, pulling on the cuffs once more

One of the men smirks, “Give us a reason not to.”

You look at her and she can hear you in her mind. Tell them nothing.

She shakes her head. I have to. I can’t let them hurt you.

A stern look crosses your face. Make Tasha proud, don’t break. Not because of me.

Please Y/n. I can’t let them do this. You can see tears form in her eyes

It’s ok. You try to reassure her

No, it’s not! Tears stream down her cheeks

You give her the best smile you can muster. It will be. I love you.

Before she can respond, your head is pulled back again, the already damp towel draped over your face. You don’t hear the question he asks Wanda, your heartbeat drowns out any noise from around you. You know she doesn't answer him though because your face is met with cold water.

You gasp and sputter as the liquid forces its way into you as your body attempts to get air. You try to move away but one of the men grabs your head forcing you to stay put.

“Please stop!” Wanda begs as she watches your body begin to squirm

“Why should we?” one of them asks

“I have no information to give you!” she reasons

He scoffs, “You're an Avenger, you have plenty to give me on the rest of your team and SHIELD.”

Your choking increases and she truly panics now, “Please stop! Please!”

Not wanting to kill you just yet the one man turns off the water while one removes the fabric from your face. You sit up, coughing violently as you expel water from your lungs. You shiver, the cold water has seeped into your clothes. You look around and blink profusely attempting to keep yourself from going into shock.

Detka(baby), focus on me. She gains your attention

Your gaze shifts to her and she can see how tired you are already. Neither of you have had food, water or sleep since you arrived here yesterday. Add a beating and waterboarding to that and you feel exhausted, but you know you can’t give up. Not while Wanda is right here in front of you being forced to watch.

Don't cry sweet girl, I’m ok. You assure her. She gives you a small smile, not truly believing you but glad at least to have you still conscious, still alive.

To your relief, and hers the men leave the room. You both know they’ll be back but you take comfort in the fact that for now it's just each other. Unknown to you the men have recorded this torture session, a digital copy is already being sent to Tony’s emails.

Natasha quickly enters the room, “You found something?” she asks, desperate to find you both

Tony shakes his head, “It found me.”

She looks at him apprehensively as he turns the screen of his computer around to face her. He presses play and the spy watches the events unfold. Her hands form fists as your torture begins, she's squeezing so hard he knuckles are white. Tears threaten to fall from her eyes but she resists, she doesn't want Tony to see her vulnerable side but he knows how she feels. He would feel the same if this was happening to Pepper.

The video ends on a frame of you and Wanda, she can tell by the look on your faces that your having a telepathic conversation, her hand touches the screen, “Ya naydu tebya, moya lyubov'(I’ll find you my loves.)”

He’s not sure what she's said but Yelena, who followed her and watched everything from the doorway knows. And she's intent on helping her sister do exactly that. Nat knows she's there, she always knows when Yelena follows her so she isn't surprised when the blond speaks up.

“How did you receive that footage?” she asks

“Email. I already tried tracking it, its signal was sent through so many countries that it’ll take me months to find its starting location.” he answers

Nat shakes her head, “We don’t have months. We might not even have days Tony. We need to find them.”

“I know. Rhodey, Peter, FRIDAY and I are working overtime on this. I promise if we find anything, no matter how small it may seem you will know about it immediately.” he tells her

Back at the Hydra compound the men return to the room. Of course they head right for you. You've been shivering for some time now, the water from earlier chilling you to the bone. Your tired eyes look at them as they approach, one of them smirks at you.

“You look cold. Why don’t we warm you up.” he says mockingly and Wanda watches as one of them turns on a blowtorch while another holds something metal over it. The object goes red as the blue flames heat it.

“Don’t do this, please!” she yells, tears running down her cheeks. He simply chuckles at her

She can hear you in her head again. Don’t watch. But this only makes her cry more, because even now while being tortured your first thought is of her

The third man lifts your shirt, exposing your abdomen to the others. You clench your jaw as you prepare to feel the hot metal. He gives you a wicked smile before pressing it into you. To your credit you're able to suppress your scream or almost thirty seconds before the pain becomes too much to bear. A guttural yell leaves you as you feel your flesh become seared by the intense heat.

Eventually he pulls it away, only to reheat it. You breathe heavily and tremble as the adrenaline pumps through you. You frantically try to move yourself away from the situation, but when cuffed to a chair there isn’t anywhere to go. The hot metal burns you a second time, slightly below the first mark. Your entire stomach feels as if it's been lit on fire and you scream again.

They laugh and one of them says, “How’d I do?”

“It’s perfect.” another one of them chuckles before dropping your shirt. You hiss as the damp cool fabric brushes against the fresh burns

They leave the room, laughing at your pain.

“Nat. I received another video.” Tony annonces as he walks into the room she and Clint currently sit in

“Show me.” she tells him

He gives the archer a look before saying anything, “I don’t think that's a good idea.”

“They’re my girlfriends” she reasons

“All the more reason for you not to watch.” he tells her

She's angry now, but Clint puts his hand on her arm. “There's a reason Tony doesn't want you to see this, you know he’d never keep anything from you. If you have to watch then you need to be prepared for what you’ll see.”

She nods, “I know”

“Ok. Show her.” he told the other man. He solemnly hands her his phone, and she presses play.

She watches in horror as they brand you, your screaming is almost too much for her and tears slide down her cheeks. Anger boils in her when the men laugh at Wanda's concern and begging. Then she sees it, the brands design. A triangle pressed into you twice, once upside down then again right side up. Placed together they form a perfect widows hourglass, her hourglass.

“Chertovy ublyudki!(Fucking bastards!)” she shouts, throwing the phone. Tony manages to catch it.

“Easy Nat.” her best friend says, attempting to calm her

“That's my logo Clint! They burned my damn logo into her!” she's says, tears stream down her face

“I know. I’m sorry.” he pulls her into a hug

Tony looks at her, “I promise, we’ll find them.”

“Y/n, detka(baby). Open your eyes, please wake up.” Wanda tells you as she wakes the next day to find your head slumped forward. You give no response, the pain and exhaustion taking an immense toll, and this scares her. “My love, please look at me” she begs.

Hearing the fear in her tone you pick your head up and meet her gaze. You manage to smile at her, even under these circumstances you can’t help but think about how beautiful she is. How lucky you were to have her and Natasha. The poor woman was probably worried out of her mind for you and Wanda. But you knew she would find you, she’d go to the ends of the earth for her girls.

“Why are you smiling?” she asks, confused considering the circumstances

“You're beautiful.” you rasp out and it takes all her strength not to break down. She wants nothing more than to hold you, to tend to your wounds and take you home.

“So are you.” she tells you

You chuckle, “Yeah I’m sure the bruises make me look stunning.”

This brief moment of peace is broken when the door opens and again the men enter. Wanda's shoulders slump in defeat. Why can’t they hurt her instead, they've already done so much to you. Your body and mind can’t possibly take much more of this, she desperately hopes Natasha is on her way.

The three men surround you now, one brings the hose into view again and you sigh. You weren't going to admit it to Wanda but you honestly don’t know if you have the strength for this again.

They place the cloth on your face again but before they can turn the hose on, your girlfriend gets their attention.

“Hurt me instead!” she yells, desperate for them to leave you alone

“Why when it's obvious how this affects you?” one asks her

“Please, she can’t survive much more of this!” she begs, tears spilling from her eyes again

One of them chuckles, “We know. She's not meant to.”

Her eyes are full of panic as she looks at you. “No! You can’t!”

It’ll be ok. Tasha will find you, take you home

It won’t be home without you!

You give her a sad smile. You’ll be ok, that's all that matters…

She shakes her head. No it’s not! You matter to me, to Tasha!

They begin to spray the water over your face again and your thoughts cease to be sent to Wanda. She struggles to break free, she can’t let them do this to you until your body gives out. She can’t let them kill you.

Your body thrashes in the chair as you gag on the water, your lungs trying to pull in air only furthers your suffering. You can feel yourself slipping as the water gurgles in your throat. But then you think of Wanda. Forced to be in front of you, to watch as yet another loved one is taken from her. No, you can’t allow that. You swing a leg and make contact with the crotch of one of the men. He yelps before he stumbles away, taking the hose with him.

The others move to check on him allowing you to shake the towel from your face. You expel the water from your mouth as you cough. The relief Wanda feels is immense, you had energy to fight back. You weren't just going to give up on her, on Natasha or the team.

You smirk as the man you kicked remains on his knees, holding his crotch in pain. One of the others sees this and stands, slowly making his way in front of you. He punches you so hard your nose breaks with a crack so loud that even your girlfriend hears it. But he doesn't let up, his fists pummel your face and abdomen as grunts of pain leave you. Blood trickles from your nose, blood gets spit from your mouth on occasion and she is certain she heard a rib crack.

Wanda panics, “Stop! Just stop! Please!”

He stops, but not because of her begging. He only stops because of how ragged your breathing has become and this isn’t the way they agreed to kill you. Rumlow wanted a particularly slow and cruel end for you.

The mans gaze goes to your girlfriend, “Romanova ne naydet tebya, poka my yeye ne ub'yem.(Romanoff will not find you before we kill her.)”

She glares at him, hatred and anger flow through her, “Da ona budet. I ya budu smotret', kak Chernaya Vdova ub'yet tebya.(Yes she will. And I will watch as the Black Widow kills you.)”

He sneers before slapping her, her cheek turns pink but it was worth it. She wants him to know what's coming for him, to fear his demise. He deserves it for all he's done, just as the other two do. In this room they may be feared and in control but to Natasha they will simply be flies in her web, easy prey that she will toy with and take down for all they've done to you.

The men leave again, and her eyes look over you in concern. She can barely see your chest moving as you breathe. She worries you don’t have much strength or time left. If there is a god, she prays to him now. Let Natasha get here soon. Let her find us. Let her save Y/n.

Tony runs a hand through his hair, “If we don’t find something soon Y/n is dead. End of story.”

Peter is about to say something when the ding of Tonys phone goes off. An email notification pops up in the far corner and his stomach drops. He has FRIDAY send it to the labs main screen. Rhodey makes Peter look away, though he still hears it. Tears fill his eyes when hearing you surfer. Once it finishes playing Rhodey looks to Tony.

“We can’t let Romanoff see that.” he says

“What can’t my sestra(sister) see?” Yelena asks as she and Kate walk into the lab, Nat had sent them for an update on you and Wanda

Tony gulps, she's just as intimidating as Nat. Peter can’t stand to hear them discuss the video and he quickly brushes past them, they see the tears in his eyes and notice the paused video on the screen.

“They sent another?” Kate asks, she's honestly afraid what this one shows

The two men nod. They know there's no talking them out of telling the other Russian and there's no talking Nat out of not watching it. Still they know it will be a hard watch.

“I’ll get Natasha.” the blond says

When she enters the lab everyone's eyes look her over before falling to the ground. This nearly makes her panic, how bad could this video be? But then she feels Clints hand on her left shoulder and Yelenas hand in her right one and she nods at Tony who presses play.

She feels great sadness when Wanda begs to be hurt in your place, and feels anguish when they admit they intend to kill you. But she can’t help the smile that graces her features when you fight back, she's so relieved that you have some strength left. But her heart quickly sinks again when he begins to beat you mercilessly.

She suppresses a sob and squeezes her sisters hand when he taunts Wanda in Russian on how she won’t find you in time. Clint squeezes her shoulder when Wanda says she’ll kill the man and she nods. She’ll kill all three of them, and any other Hydra soldier that gets in her way. She will find you both, she has to.

Just then Tony gets another notification and Natasha looks at him in fear, if it's another video this soon then you're….no, no she can’t think like that. He looks at his phone and smiles the largest smile she's seen in days, it's good news thank god.

“Pete and FRIDAY found them!!” he shouts

It’s been a few hours and no one has come back into the room yet and Wanda breathes a little easier. You need to be given a break, to have some time to heal but she knows she wont get that lucky so she’ll be grateful for the longer than normal absence.

You look at her and her heart hurts, you're so bruised and battered. You must be in so much pain, she would do anything to take it from you. She would do anything to take you home.

There's a lot of movement and noise from the hallway suddenly, and after a few minutes one of the men comes back.

He looks at your girlfriend, “Seems our location has been compromised, your beloved Black Widow is on her way.”

She smiles, “I told you she would come for us”

“Well we don’t intend to make it easy for her. She can chase us if she likes, but every second she does so is less time your lovely Y/n here has to live.” he states as the other men come back into the room as well. Wandas eyes widen as she sees a car battery and a jumper cable in ones hand and a bucket of water and sponge in the others.

“No! Get away from her!” she thrashes against the restraints again

Their appearance ignites the fight in you once more. Even if you couldn't make it out of this situation alive you at least wanted to live long enough to see Natasha one last time and let her see you. So you pull on your cuffs as hard as you can and try to avoid their grasps. It’s of little use though and you watch as they wet the sponge, putting it in one end of the jumper cable before connecting the other end to the battery that's behind you.

They lay the cable over your shoulder, the sponge laying directly on the center of your chest sending its shocks right through you. Your entire body spasms as the electricity moves through you, screams of pain come out as grunts through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

“Better say goodbye.” one of them taunts as they hastily leave the room, eager to flee with the rest of the men abandoning the compound before the Avengers arrive

Unable to speak, you use your mind to tell your girlfriend what may very well be the last things you can say. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to die in front of you. I didn’t want to add to the grief and loss you already carry.

She shakes her head, “No, you’re not dying! You can’t!

I love you so much. Please tell…tell Tasha that I love her. That this isn’t her fault. I know...I know she tried. She can feel you becoming weaker, can feel herself panic as she looks at you for what might be the last time

“I love you too detka(baby), please hang on! Please! Tasha is coming! She’ll be here!” she begs, though she knows you really have no control over living or dying for if you did then the two of you wouldn't be having this conversation

I..really wish…I could've seen her…..just one last time..

“You’ll see her, I promise you will! Just stay with me Y/n, you have to stay with me!” She tells you as she tries with all her might to summon her magic, to do what the cuffs prevent her from accomplishing so she can save you, but it's no use.

I don’t…don’t think….I can… You pass out, the electricity continues to run through you, your body still trembles, muscles still twitch

“Y/n! Y/n, wake up!” she sobs, “Please, you have to wake up! You can’t leave us!”

You give no answer however, allowing her to hear the large thud in the distance. An explosion or perhaps a large door of some sort being opened, she isn't sure but she knows what it means. The team is here, Natasha is here.

But then she feels it, a sensation she's all too familiar with. It is a distinct hollowness in her chest, like she's lacking something important. And she is. She can no longer feel you. There's nothing in that room now but her, her broken heart and the hum of electricity. No warmth of love, or spark of hope to be found.

“No, no, no! Y/n!” she sobs before changing tactics, “Help!! Natasha!! Clint!! Steve!! Anyone, please!!” She can hear several pairs of footsteps running through the halls, trying to find her but this does nothing to calm her or ease her mind.

The door swings open with such force that the wood cracks upon hitting the wall, Yelena and Natasha enter guns drawn ready to kill your attackers. But they find only a heartbroken Wanda looking at you.

“I can't feel her! Do something please! I can’t feel her…I can’t feel her….” Wanda manages through her sobbing.

Both Russians eyes go wide and Yelena is quick to remove the cable from the battery, she then tosses the cable off of you. Nat runs to your side, her hands cup your face as her tears run down her face. She hears the ‘clink’ of Yelena breaking your cuffs and quickly lays you on the floor beginning Cpr.

“I've got you moya lyubov'(my love).” she says confidently. You can’t be gone.

Yelena moves to free Wanda as well, whether you came back or not both of your girlfriends deserved to be by your side. Her cuffs are too difficult to break, so Yelena is forced to pick them and she is unhappy with how long it’s taking her.

You still haven’t responded to the cpr, “Please Y/n, I’m here. I-I found you.” I can’t be too late. We can’t lose you. she thinks to herself, though Wanda hears it

Finally the cuffs fall from Wanda and she rushes to your other side, her hands clasping firmly on your arm. It's the first time in three days she's gotten to touch you, this thought breaks her heart even further.

“P-please detka(baby), come b-back. C-come back.” the Sokovian begs

Clint hears this as he enters the doorway and Yelenas sad eyes meet his. Sadness etches itself on his face before determination takes its place. His steeled eyes cause hope to arise in the blond so when he says ‘move your sister’ she doesn't hesitate.

She is quick to scoop Natasha up in her grasp, though the redhead fights something fierce to regain her place at your side to continue trying to bring you back. Clint takes her place without her even noticing as she still thrashes in Yelenas grip.

“No! Stop! Y/n needs me! I have to help her!” she shouts through tears

“Moya sestra, uspokoysya. Ty drozhish', pozvol' Klintu vzyat' verkh. Pust' pomozhet. (My sister, be calm. You are trembling, let Clint takeover. Let him help)” she coos in her older sisters ear.

She collapses in her younger sisters arms as sobs wreck her, Yelena sets her down beside Wanda as she watches the archer. His arms move harder and faster, he's able to breathe more into you because he's not crying. This had to work because if it doesn't, well Yelena would rather not think about that.

Clint stops suddenly, eying your chest intensely. It rises and falls as it should and he and Yelena breathe a sigh of relief as your girlfriends hold each other. The relief they feel is immeasurable, Wanda lets the warmth of your presence soak back into her as Nat squeezes your hand.

It’s been two days since they found you at Hydras compound and brought you back to their own. At first relief washed over everyone when Clint was able to fight death off for you, but despite you breathing again you still hadn’t woken up. So a new fear settled over your girlfriends, what if you never did? What if this was all they’d have of you now? No more romantic date nights, no more cuddles during movies, no more hearing you laugh, no new memories with you, no future with you….these were the type of thoughts that plagued them.

Tony looks into the room with sadness. The two women beside you hadn’t left you since they brought you back. He can’t really blame them, it was still unknown if you would wake up or slip back into deaths embrace. But they had been neglecting themselves, and he knew you wouldn’t like that.

“Here, you need to eat.” he says as he hands them each two peanut butter sandwiches that Peter had made for them with a banana on the side

Wanda takes the plate, “Thank you, Tony”

Nasha however doesn't budge, she doesn't even acknowledge the man until he nudges her arm with the plate. “Not hungry.” she mumbles

“You haven’t eaten since dinner yesterday, you have to be hungry.” he states

She sighs and reluctantly takes the plate from him and starts to eat. She tells herself she's only eating it because Peter had made it and because you’d yell at her if- no,when you woke up. But deep down she knows it's because she really was hungry.

He stays there, making sure they finish the small meals. Before he leaves he takes a moment to approach you, grabbing your shoulder “Don’t worry, Pete and I will make sure they take care of themselves until you come back to us. Rest up kiddo.” he says before leaving

Tears build up in your girlfriends eyes at his words, they were lucky to have him and Peter. Without them who knows how often they'd eat or take a small walk to the end of the hall to stretch their legs. They truly were quite lost without you.

“I should have been there sooner. I should have found you both days ago.” Nat suddenly says, tears falling down her face

Wanda grabs hold of Nats hand, “None of this is your fault. Y/n knew that, she made sure to tell me so. She also said she loves you and she wished she could have seen you before she…she…” Nat squeezes her hand, knowing what she was trying to say. Before she died.

Nats free hand grabs yours, she hates how still it is, how it doesn't grab hers back or carry the warmth that she's used to, “I love you Y/n. I love you so much, and I’m right here. So please, please wake up.” She didn’t expect an instant reply, but still a sob shakes her as you lay there, still and unmoving

Wanda brings her other hand to join Nats holding yours, “We can’t lose you detka(baby). We…we don’t want you to be gone.”

They stay there as several more hours pass, never leaving your side and eyes barely leaving your face in the hopes that they'd see them suddenly open. Unfortunately that has yet to happen.

“I couldn’t do anything.” Wanda says, breaking the silence, “They just kept hurting her and I..I could only watch.” she sobs

Natasha engulfs her into a hug, “I know sweet girl, and I’m so sorry. I know how badly you wanted them to stop, how badly you wanted to help her.”

She holds Wanda for a while, running a hand through her hair to help comfort her. Without even realizing it she even begins to hum one of Wandas Sokovian lullabies to her. Soon enough the younger of the two has fallen asleep. Nat doesn't mind, she's glad Wanda can have this moment to get some much needed rest, neither of them can sleep very well considering the state you're in.

As Wanda sleeps, Nat keeps her eyes on you. She's desperate for any sign that you’ll wake soon, desperate to see your eyes again and to hear your voice. The last time she even spent any time with you was the day you were taken, almost six days ago now. And she can’t help the dread and nausea that fill her at the thought that it might have been the last time she got to interact with you in any capacity.

Tears slide down her face as she remembers what your hug had felt like as your arms wrapped around her, what your lips had felt like against hers before you had gone into the quinjet with Wanda for your mission. The mission that had gone horribly wrong and ended with the two of you at Hydras mercy. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as she bites back a sob, her free hand grabs yours once more.

Eventually sleep, though not very sound, overtakes her. A sad smile appears on Tonys face as he checks on them. Gently, he covers your girlfriends with a blanket and dims the rooms lights.

He gives you one last look before he leaves, “I sure hope you wake up soon kid. Your girls miss you.”

When Wanda wakes in the early morning the sun is just barely seeping through the blinds of your window, causing a soft glow to fill the dimly lit room. It casts soft shadows on your face, and she can't help but think about how beautiful you look. Her eyes glance around the room and a small smile appears on her face when she takes in a sleeping Natasha whose hand is still linked with yours. She places a soft kiss on the sleeping womans cheek before getting up to place one against yours as well and her heart nearly leaps out of her chest when she hears a small mumble come from you as you lean into her kiss ever so slightly.

She leans back slightly, running a hand through your hair as her eyes scan your face, “Y/n, can you hear me?”

She watches as your eyes move rapidly beneath your eyelids as you just barely nod. Another small sound leaves you, proving you were indeed trying to communicate with her. Tears build in her eyes as she gently cups your still bruised and battered face, her thumbs rest on your cheeks as she looks back at the sleeping Russian.

“Tasha!” she excitedly calls out. Nat bolts awake, her hand instinctively reaching for the knife tucked away in her boot but she stops when she takes in her surroundings and remembers where she is and whose with her. Her eyes flick over to Wanda and you.

“What's wrong? Is Y/n ok?” she quickly asks, concern lacing her tone

Wanda nods,”She's ok. She's trying to talk, trying to come back to us.”

Nat stands and tries to move towards you, but something stops her. Your hand. She forgot she had fallen asleep holding it, only now you were holding hers back. She squeezed it three times, a way to say ‘I love you’ without words that you had come up with for her back when it was too hard for her to say it out loud. She lets out a soft chuckle filled with relief when she feels you squeeze back, her other hand brushes a few tears away. You release her hand before your eyes slowly open, you blink rapidly trying to clear the confusion from your mind, but when you see the two women next to you everything becomes clear.

Wandas thumb strokes your cheek as your eyes lock onto hers, “Hi detka(baby), I’m so glad you're ok” she softly says before wrapping her arms around you in the most gentle hug you've ever had

Though your arms are heavy you manage to hug the brunette back, holding her as her face buries itself in the crook of your neck. She lets out a sigh as she settles into you, a few of her tears land against your neck before she pulls back from you. Her smile never fades as she watches Nat quickly make her way to the other side of the bed.

Her hand runs through your hair as her eyes fill with tears once more, “You really had me scared, krasotka(beautiful girl). I thought I was too late, I thought…” she trails off

A soft smile spreads across your face as you reach out to her, she gladly accepts and wraps you in her embrace. Her strong arms shake slightly as they hold you, you breathe her in as your head rests on her shoulder. She lets out a shaky breath as she holds you, showing just how relieved she was. She reluctantly pulls back to let you rest in the bed once more. The smile never leaves your face as you look at your girlfriends, happy to be with them both and by some miracle be alive.

“How are you feeling, love?” Wanda asks, her hand going to your cheek once more

You go to speak, but find your lips and throat uncomfortably dry. You swallow harshly before licking your lips. Natasha is quick to hand you a cup of water which you gratefully take. You chug the cool liquid and allow her to take the empty cup.

“I feel alright, considering.” you finally say, grunting a bit as you try sitting up a bit more

Nats hands steady you as she adjusts the bed for you, “Take it easy, okay? You’re still injured pretty badly.”

You nod, reaching out and brushing a strand of her locks behind her ear. She gives you a smile as your hand goes to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to you until her forehead is resting against yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” she admits, “ I missed you both so much.” She pulls back from you again, only to carefully take a seat next to you on your bed. A hand gently resting on your shoulder as a doctor walks into the room.

“Heard someone was awake.” he states, “How are you feeling Y/n?”

“Sore” you admit, “And a little groggy”

He nods, “Considering what you’ve been through, soreness is expected. The grogginess is most likely due to a mix of you just waking up and your pain meds, it should lessen.”

Natasha is quick to question him, eager to have her girls back where they belong, “Is she well enough to come back to our room?”

He looks over your chart before checking over the machines attached to you, “I see no harm in it, as long as she takes it easy and the two of you are equipped to take care of her burns and lacerations.”

“We are” Wanda answers “We can take care of her.”

He nods, “I’ll sign the paperwork then. Go ahead and take her.”

Natasha smiles as she hops off your bed, gently pulling back the covers from you. Just as gently she scoops you into her arms. You settle in her embrace as she carries you to the elevator and to your shared room.

She carefully sets you in the familiar bed, watching fondly as Wanda crawls in next to you. The Sokovian gently holds you close as she buries her face in your neck, grateful to not be adding you to her dead loved ones. Natasha climbs in as well on your other side, draping an arm around you as well and holding onto Wandas hands.

Sensing how tired they both were from their worry for you and reluctance to leave your side, you start to gently run your fingers through their hair and begin to lull them to sleep with Wandas Sokovian lullaby.

You place a kiss to each of the cheeks, “Get some rest my loves. I’ll be here.”

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aalyssah · 8 months

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Finally Free

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing and Mentions of Abuse!

Word Count: 2,348

Request/Summary:⇩

A/N: This was requested by @micheleamidalajedi I actually feel effy about this because it's so long and I'm not that good at writing about abusive relationships. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

You felt like you were trapped. Trapped in a place you didn't want to be in.

You were at your boyfriend's house, supposed to be having fun, but it was another night of him and his friends playing video games, while you sat on the floor watching.

They were yelling, eating like pigs, and you were constantly getting up to get more food. "Oh, popcorn's all out. Y/n go get us more food!" You grumbled at your boyfriend's voice, getting up and going to the kitchen.

You looked in the cabinets, but unfortunately there was no more. You walked back to the living room to break the news. "There's no more popcorn." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Then go to the store and get us some!"

You looked outside seeing it was pitch black. "Uh no, it's dark out." Your boyfriend froze, pausing the game before turning to look at you. "What did you just say to me?" You opened your mouth to repeat yourself. "I said no! It's dark outside and I'm-" Your sentence was cut off by the feeling of your hair getting pulled.

You winced in pain, gripping at his wrist to let loose. "Brian stop you're hurting me!" He ignored you, dragging you to the bedroom. He pushed you on the floor, your head almost hitting the bed frame. "What the fuck is wrong-"

You cried out in pain when is fist connected to your face. You held your eyes in pain, looking up at him through teary eyes. He's never done this before. "You wanna say no? Disrespect me!? Huh?" Your eyes were full of fear as he slowly stalked you.

"You're gonna go to the kitchen and make us something, and if it isn't good, I'm gonna beat you until you can't walk." He pushed your face away, your head hitting the end of the bed. You held your head and your eyes, feeling tears drop.

He walked back out to his friends, continuing to play the game like nothing happened. You slowly got up and went back to the kitchen, hoping you could make something good.

Brian's friends finally left and you felt relieved. You laid in bed under the blanket, trying to get some sleep. You felt the bed dip, and Brian's hand came around your waist and pulled you back.

He grinded himself against your crotch area, his boner obviously poking out. You groaned, pushing his hand off your waist. "Not tonight Brian, I'm tired." You closed your eyes, trying to get some sleep, but he wasn't having it, his hand continuously coming to your body.

"Brian stop!" Brian took his hand off you with a huff. "Stop being such a bitch. Y'know what, I don't need you right now." You were violently pushed off the bed, landing face first on the wooden flooring. "Go sleep on the couch, I'm done with you."

You gladly listened to his words, getting up and going to the couch. You laid there, feeling happy that you were alone and could get some rest. Just as you closed your eyes there was a knock on the door. Brian came out in his underwear opening the door to reveal a woman.

She was beautiful, her blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, her makeup on point, and the small red dress she wore, hugging all her curves.

You watched with brows furrowed as she took her to the room and closed the door. It was then a couple of minutes later that you realized what was happening.

They were having sex.

The loud noises of her moaning and Brian's groaning, followed up by the headboard banging against the wall was loud. You could feel tears come to your eyes at him cheating on you. You were done, so done with him.

You got up getting ready to walk out the door, but the bedroom door opened, Brian walking out. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" You looked back at him, anger filling your body.

"Somewhere else! You bring another woman into our home and fuck her while I'm here. You're such a disrespectful man!" You went to open the door, but your whole body was yanked back, with you flying near the glass coffee table. "You're not leaving me!" He dragged you by your hair once more, bringing you to the basement.

He threw you down the stairs, groaning as you rolled down. You looked up just in time to see him closing and locking the door. You ran up the steps, banging on the door pleading. "Brian open the door! Please! I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good!" You gave up, sliding down the door crying.

You don't know how long it's been, but you know it's been more than 3 days. You tried to keep track of how many times it was dark and light, but lost count. You felt like a dog, a dirty dog. You haven't showered in 4 days, and Brian brings your meals to you.

You can't do this anymore and it's time for a change. The night Brian brought you dinner you knew he wasn't gonna come back down, so you searched for a way out. There was a small window, but it had a rusty lock on it.

You've tried numerous times to get it off, but you're not that strong. You then noticed a small metal pipe in the corner. You smiled, thinking this could be your way out, but it would take some time.

You started off hitting the lock with the pipe, the loud hitting nose echoing around the basement. You hit hard, but slow, not wanting to attract any attention. You did this for almost an hour and a half before taking a break to sleep. You'll continue tomorrow.

You felt somewhat excited the next day to continue your work. When Brian came down you would hide the pipe and act good. "Hm, if you keep being good, I might let you upstairs again." He left, going back to whatever girl he had this time.

You quickly sprung into action, grabbing the pipe and swinging at the lock as hard as you can. You gave one last hit with everything in you and the lock popped off, the window finally opened.

You rushed to the door, putting the pipe on the knob so it would be hard to open. You could hear loud footsteps coming to the door. Brian tried opening the door, but nothing worked. "Y/n, what are you doing in there? Y/n!" You frantically tried jumping up at the window, but it was too high.

You cried, thinking about what he would do if he came through. The door busted open, and just to your luck, you shimmied through. You could feel the cool breeze hitting your face, and the smell of outside again.

You ran, you ran as fast as you could, going anywhere. You ran a good far distance until you felt safe. You don't know what you're gonna do, but you do know where your gonna go.

You walked for so long to the one person's house you knew. You knocked on the door, praying he was there. The door opened, a shocked Solo standing there. "Y/n?" You could feel yourself falling in relief, Solo quickly grabbing you.

He held you as you shook in his arms, burying your face in his chest. Solo helped you in, bringing you to the couch. He looked at you concerned, going to fish a warm towel from the dryer. He wrapped it around you, relaxing into the soft cushions on the couch. “What happened? Where do you get those bruises?”

You winced in pain when his hand came to your face, touching over your purple eye. “N-nothing don’t worry about it.” Solo gave you a stern look. “What do you mean ‘don’t worry about it?’ You come to my house looking like you just got run over, and now you got bruises. I have every right to worry!”

You stayed silent, knowing he’s right. “It was Brian. He-he hit me, beat me, and kept me in the basement for so long, probably 5 days, I don’t know.” Solo felt all types of emotions run through his body in such short time. “He hit you? He put his hands on you?!” Solo stood up, ready to go to Brian’s house and beat his ass, but you stopped him. “Solo please, I don’t wanna deal with him right now.” Solo looked down at your body state, realizing how beat up you looked. “I don’t wanna say it, but I told you not to move in with him.” You grumbled at his words.

It’s true though. Many months ago when you broke the news that you were moving in with your boyfriend to The Bloodline, there were many disagreements. Nobody liked him, but you gave him a chance. “I should’ve broken up with him after he cheated on me.” Solo’s tongue poked at his gums, a chuckle of disbelief slipping past his lips at your confession.

“You can stay the night here, or however long you need. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back there.” He guided you to the bathroom, setting a towel and clothes out. You finally got to take a shower after almost a week. It felt good to be in a clean home, to get washed, and changed into fresh clothes.

You came out and Solo had some pizza out. You happily ate it, making conversation. “Tomorrow we’re gonna go and get your stuff, and it’s done.” You nodded your head. Once you get your stuff and make it known that you’re over with him, you’ll be happy, but you couldn’t help, but feel bad for his next ‘victim’.

“I’m gonna say something, but don’t get mad. I wanna get Brian locked up and to do that, I gotta be the bait.” Solo stop eating, taking a moment to look at you. “Are you sure?” You nodded. “Yeah, I wanna put an end to his ways.” Solo stayed silent, but supported you. You know he was gonna stay with you no matter what.

It was the next day and you and Solo were getting ready to go to Brian’s place. You and Solo got 2 cops to watch while you were going to be bait, and catch Brian in the act. The moment when he’s gonna hit you, the cops will arrest him.

You pulled up to the house, Solo and the cops parking away a couple of houses from the house while they stalked outside. You gave a thumbs up to them before walking in.

You left the door unlocked, grabbing a random bag and packing random stuff. Brian came stumbling out with a glass beer bottle in hand. “Y/n!” You jumped at his loud booming voice. This is the loudest you’ve ever heard him be. “You thought you could escape? You thought you were smart breaking that rusty lock?”

He chuckled, circling around you like you’re his prey. “You’re nothing, but a dumb whore and it’s about time I teach you how to act.” The glass bottle was held in the air, ready to be thrown, but the door busted down. “Freeze! Hands up!” Brian dropped the bottle, his hands raised.

The cops quickly arrested him, taking him to the cop car. “I fucking hate you Y/n! You’re a dumb bit-” His words were drowned out when the cops shut the door.

You watched as they took him away, your body falling limp into Solo’s. “It’s over, it’s finally over.” You smiled. “You wanna go get your stuff?” You shook your head no. “Nah, I don’t want any of that stuff that will be a reminder of the past.”

You both got in the car and drove away to Solo’s home where it would soon become yours as well.

3 Months Later

It’s been almost 3 months since you’ve been free from Brian. He ended up getting 2 years in prison from his past girlfriends speaking up. He even threatens to kill one with a gun. You couldn’t be more relieved that everyone was okay.

Solo even cleaned a room for you. You two are now roommates, but you were feeling something more for him. He’s handsome, he really is, but you want an actual relationship with him.

He’s been treating you better than anyone in your life has. He’s so sweet, caring, and understanding.

As an example, right now you both were walking in a flower field, picking flowers. Solo was acting like he hated it, but deep down you know he likes it.

“Y/n, I swear if I see pictures on any social media platform, I’m not washing the dishes for a month.” You laughed, brushing him off. You both sat down in some grass, looking out at the sunset. The sky was orange with a mix of pink coming into view.

Solo plucked a flower from the ground. “Look, this one makes your face look beautiful.” You turned your head, blushing as Solo tucked a flower in your hair. You copied his actions, grabbing a red flower and putting it in his blonde hair.

“And this one makes your eyes shine.” You both sat there, looking into each other's eyes. You slowly inched close to him, your lips connecting. The kiss was slow, but Solo snapped out of whatever trance he was in and pulled back.

“S-sorry, I don’t wanna rush into things with you recovering from Brian and all that.” He nervously played with his hands, avoiding your eyes.

“Hey it’s alright. I’m over him, it's just, I still feel him on me. I feel his hands, his lips, his eyes, everything. I- Can you make me yours?”

Solo gave you a worried look. “Are you sure?” You nodded your head. This time Solo kissed you, you both getting wrapped up in each other's arms.

That night Solo made you his. You’re finally free from Brian and in a better, healthier relationship.

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whereiselsewhere · 2 years

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“You Make Me Feel Special!” - Various Death Note Characters

Headcanons: What type of dates would Death Note characters take their s/o on? No specific pronouns used for reader.

Characters Mentioned: Light Yagami, L Lawliet, Touta Matsuda, Misa Amane, Mihael Keehl

Category: Straight up, rot your teeth fluff.

Light:

•Fancy restaurants, very traditional, movie-like. The type to pull the move of leaving you an outfit and a note to be ready by X time. He wants it to be flashy and won’t settle for anything less. Would have an arm around you whenever you’re walking to or from the car, into the restaurant, etc.

•The other type I can see him doing are study dates, considering how academic he is himself. Will help you with anything that confuses you, asking each other questions, etc. Very chilled, imagine it with like warm ambient lighting and hot drinks in the evening. It would most likely be at his place, but he would make sure you’re comfortable and feel at home of course. If you need anything at all, he’s got it.

•L has to be very private in his personal life, so there would probably be a lot of home dates. Movie nights or binge watching TV shows with mountains of snacks are far from uncommon. You could probably persuade him to play video games with you, and he’d probably be very competitive, just quietly so.

•A lot of the time he just works near you, since it’s better company than being alone. Try and force him to take breaks, if you can. He needs it.

•You could probably just sit there talking about anything and everything into the early hours of the morning, which he appreciates seeing as there aren’t many people he’s close enough to to do this, but equally, the relationship is built quite a bit on comfortable silence.

Matsuda:

•CEO OF FUN DATES!! You will NEVER be bored with this man I swear to you. I can see him being a fan of arcade dates and camping dates especially. Wherever you are or whatever you’re doing, he throws himself into it! I can see him totally getting carried away for time and you guys wouldn’t even realise how long you’d been out for.

•No matter how casual the date, he tends to come with some sort of gift. Flowers, chocolates, something along those lines, just to see you smile that little bit extra.

•We know Matsuda loves to be on trend, and so with that said, would totally take you shopping all the time with an excuse that you have to keep up with these things, and that what’s popular is constantly changing. He’ll totally spoil you with whatever you want. You look at something for even a second too long without a word and he’s offering to buy it for you and telling you how much it would suit you, where you could wear it, etc. He would literally never be the type to get bored standing around on these dates, he thrives on them, so take however long you want.

Misa:

•Another one for shopping dates, naturally. She loves this kind of thing! She’s running round, pulling outfits together for both of you, holding clothes up to you to try and visualise how you’d look, etc.

•Concert dates! You guys would be totally in touch with each other’s likes and talk about them all of the time, and this includes music taste. Thus, it’s quite often you end up surprising each other with concert tickets.

•Not really a proper date, but she would let you on the set of anything she was filming or taking pictures for, so long as she was allowed. She’ll tell you everything that’s going on and introduce you to everyone, and they always tell you that they’ve heard so many good things already from Misa herself.

Mello:

•Say it with me; LATE 👏 NIGHT 👏 DRIVES 👏 He will literally wake you up in the middle of the night and just ask if you wanna go for a drive because he’s bored. Just your average night with him. You’re asleep? That’s stupid. He needs your company.

•Blasting music, possibly speeding, all good vibes.

•You might end up stopping for food or just straight up trespassing somewhere like in those overnight challenges. (The non staged ones, anyway, which are few and far between.)

•Riding on the back of his motorcycle, send tweet. I am a simple woman, you lot.

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crestfallercanyon · 2 years

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Minho gets curious about makeup.

He won’t admit it — he’s already the hottest guy out there, makeup would just push him over the edge, it’d cause people’s hearts to stop whenever they looked at him if he got any more attractive — but Newt picks up the fourth time Minho makes that joke that Minho is saying something else entirely.

While Newt actually hasn’t been that interested in make up — his sister Lizzie put him through enough face paint growing up, thank you — he also doesn’t care. And doesn’t want Minho to think anyone should care. Because Minho is hot and if Minho wants to wear makeup? Well then Minho’s just gonna be the hottest and coolest guy around, don’t sweat it.

So, Newt researches and picks a non-busy day, and he drives Minho to a makeup store in another town. Minho’s confused “what the hell are we doing here?”

He shrugs and says “I wanna look into it,” and goes inside.

Minho follows after and Newt just starts picking up things he recognizes. Eyeliner, blush, concealer. Mascara kind of intimidates him, but he grabs something called highlighter? If nothing else, it’ll be great for when pride rolls around.

And he can see Minho start to get more relaxed about it too, picking up things. Minho is willing to try the mascara, which thinking about it, Minho would look fucking awesome with mascara. And Newt tells him so.

Minho would deny it, but the truth is he wants to try, so he just wordlessly nods.

Newt doesn’t call Minho on his lie that he’s getting makeup for his girlfriend when an attendant approaches them. Newt, however, says it’s for himself, because he wants to show Minho that nobody gives a shit who matters. The lady gets delighted — a little too intrigued suddenly, in his opinion — but she doesn’t act as if Newt is some fucking unicorn. She just helps point out that certain things would be better for his skin tone.

Newt asks how she knows and then starts switching things out for Minho.

Then they check out. Newt realizes it’s a fuck ton of money and wonders how Teresa and Lizzie can do the full face makeups without breaking the fucking bank and he remarks on that, too, and Minho laughs a little too manically.

“They do look pretty when they do it though,” Minho admits, and Newt thinks ah, now we’re getting somewhere.

Going home they get coffee from their favorite shop and food to-go, just make it a cozy outing that wasn’t all about one thing.

Once in the house, Newt lines it up all on his dining room table like he used to watch his mother do. Something about real sunlight being the best? And he grabs a mirror and his laptop and starts looking up videos. He hails Minho, who has been preoccupied by food — and Newt thinks avoiding the subject now that they’re back — and tells him he wants to try some things.

They do. It takes some time, and Newt has to wipe his face several times with the cleaner because the bronzer is way darker than he expected, but he notices that Minho’s pretty good at this. He’s got a pretty straight line for eyeliner, his cheekbones look pretty and sharp with the highlighter, his eyes aren’t as tired. When Newt asks him if he’s done it before all he says is that he’s seen the videos. And Newt can’t help but think that he’s been secretly trying to gear up to this for a long time.

When they’re done, which is after about an hour all said and done, Newt picks it all up and puts it carefully away in a black bag. Something traditionally “manly” that he can hand over to Minho and that will either be innocuous to anyone else who looks at it if he ever wants to bring it anywhere, or hides everything sufficiently if Minho never wants to talk about it again.

Looking in the mirror, Newt’s own makeup is not terrible but not great. He followed his sister and can’t help but think he looks a little pixie-dream-girl, and he’s got far too much shimmery shit on his fingers, but it’s not bad.

Then, Newt leans back and looks at Minho.

“I like it,” he says simply, and he does. Minho may be right, he may be too hot for the corporeal world. His eyelashes are long and as black as his hair, and his skin looks warmed from the sun with the blush, and the angles of his face are more pronounced. It’s not a perfect rendering, but with practice, Minho could probably model.

“Y’think?”

He says this a little breathlessly, Newt notices how shifty he’s gotten, his fingers trembling.

Newt nods. “Yeah, you did a nice job.” He reached up, acts as if he’s just admiring the handiwork, but the truth is touch has always been grounding for Minho. A caress to the cheek, Newt’s thumb grazing underneath the sharp line of subtle bronzer, and Minho exhales shaky. “Could probably be on a magazine somewhere.”

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

Newt frowns. Shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Newt scratches the line along Minho’s temple. “Do you think it’s stupid?”

Minho’s quiet for a long time. Newt waits patiently for him to parse through his answer, and he can see Minho’s war play out on his face. The instinctual response of calling it all a big dumb joke, the sensitivity of knowing that’d be too harsh, the fear of feeling stupid in the end regardless of all of it. But Minho has always been brave enough to not fall for the easy lie when it came to the two of them, so Newt trusts he’ll say what he really feels.

“I don’t know. Not really.”

Newt gets up off his seat and pushes his way onto Minho’s lap and Minho laughs, breaking some of the tension in his chest. Newt smiles.

“I think you look really good,” Newt says. “Adonis and all that. If others weren’t jealous of you before, they will be now.”

Minho blushes. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Newt hums. Tips his head on Minho’s shoulder and begins hovering his fingertips over the pretty shimmering blushes and bronzers Minho’s got on his cheeks.

“You’re gonna have to show me how to do the eyeliner next time. Can’t draw a straight line to save my life.”

Minho laughs, a little tight, like he’s still uneasy at the acknowledgment that he’s wearing makeup, that he may, in the future, want to wear it again.

But Newt knows they’ve made some headway when Minho just says “sure, I can do that.”

#tmr headcanons #the maze runner #tmr #tmr Minho #tmr newt #minewt #Drabble? short fic? unprompted shenanigans?#just some words

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aldrichibasco · 29 days

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My semester break was really fun and relaxing. Some people spent this time relieving their stress from their academic work and having a fun vacation. It is one of the most anticipated parts of students' lives because this is one of the most anticipated vacations. Students most likely of our age really crave a vacation, especially those who are really stressed-out during the school days. We are always expecting vacation because we think that we need to have a break, and it is a time for them to relax, hang out, go on a swimming vacation, and engage in other exciting activities with their families. They can do whatever they want and go wherever they want.

Developing a regular sleep schedule was critical to my general wellbeing during the break. I made getting enough sleep a priority, so I stuck to a routine of going to bed at 11 PM, waking up at 9 AM, and taking a short nap from 2 PM to 3 PM. I was full of energy after this routine and eager to take it on each day.

I spent most of the days of my break in our house. I wasn't able to go somewhere else. This is because I'm not allowed to travel around or go around places, so I mostly spent my time with my family, watching movies to keep me busy. I just stayed at our house and enjoyed surfing the internet to communicate with my friends; browsing on Facebook, Twitter, and TikTok; and I also watched movies on Netflix and YouTube videos that kept me entertained during the break. I really enjoyed it because we were free from our stressful schoolwork, activities, projects, and even our assignments. And I also had longer hours of sleep.

On the second day of our short vacation, my family visited our home to spend time with us. At that, short time, my parents drove my cousins and me to the mall, where we went to a few different places to buy food that we could not stop eating and watched a really good movie that we all enjoyed. Every time, we laughed together and embarked on a culinary adventure. Seeing our family again is so fun, even though I will really miss them. But two days later, they went back to their village, or residence. We don't often get to see them or come here to our house because they only visit us on very special occasions.

When January 28 came, we went to church and prayed for my cousin in heaven and abso for my grandpa. Thereafter, we immediately went to the cemetery with my family and cleaned the tombs of my grandfather and cousin because it was my cousin's birthday. We also bought some flowers and candles for them. We stayed there all day, bonding with each other, eating, singing, playing, and much more. We went back home at 6:00 in the evening, and my relatives also went back to their own towns or homes. I also went back to my routine again.

During my free time, I had the pleasure of engaging in social activities with my friends. It was a series (of delightful outings where we explored various locations, including the bustling mall, the renowned fast-food establishment known as Jollibee, as well as the comfort of our own homes. These cherished moments were embedded in my memory as a time filled with unadulterated happiness, devoid of the familiar anxiety associated with my academic endeavors. In recent times, I have unexpectedly found myself spending a significant amount of my free time engaging in the pursuit of video games. This seemingly trivial pastime has, however, bestowed upon me a valuable lesson in autonomy and self-sufficiency. The virtual realms I navigate within have presented me with countless trials and obstructions, allowing me to grasp the essence of perseverance and independence.

As my break was coming to an end, I noticed that I was thinking back on the development and lessons I had learned. I came to see how crucial it is to grow continuously and learn from your mistakes. My motto has changed throughout time, from "I learned from my mistakes, so I decided to make more" to "I do make mistakes, but I never repeat them." This change in perspective represents my dedication to developing personally and taking lessons from every event life has to offer.

And that's how I used my break from school. I gave thanks to God for my semester off. For me, it was delightful, fun, and memorable. I'm hopeful that the upcoming breaks will be more productive, pleasurable, and demanding. It has taught me to make prudent use of vacation time.

We have to use our time generously and wisely. Vacation is a time to relax after a stressful school day, especially when you feel a lot of pressure during the day. You could also use vacations to talk to vour friends abroad, or, let's say, your friends from a different country, or even those friends of yours near your house, but you can't meet each other. That's what I actually did during the break. I had video chats with my friend from Canada and my friend from the US; that was really fun, though. Indeed, during that period, my interactions with my friends were a source of pure bliss. These cherished moments allowed me to momentarily escape the rigors of academia and bask in the simple joys of camaraderie and shared happiness, also by taking on these virtual adventures on my own, I have witnessed firsthand the triumph that can be attained through personal perseverance and self-reliance.

This has extended beyond the realm of virtual reality, permeating into my daily life, where I now approach challenges with a greater sense of independence and self-assurance. In this unexpected manner, playing video games has provided me with an invaluable lesson in navigating the complexities of life.

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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Hi Goldy, it’s been awhile…where have you been? This is an appreciation post for your blog. I love your write ups, thought process and inputs so much because it makes the most sense to me. There are times when I watch a moment and notice some things, i search a lot of blogs but their takes are different from what I perceive because I sometimes view things from a different perspective and then I come here and I’m justified that at least one person is sharing the same brain cells with me. When your predictions becomes reality it gives me joy and I think in order to do that then it means you connected with the boys on a personal level and see them as humans not fictional characters. I enjoyed going through your posts dated way back because I’m a new Army…it gave me the most joy and I connected with the boys more personally and your long write ups are da bombs😍😍.

Ps: Don’t abandon us here 🙏🙏. Visit us once in awhile with a lengthy post so I can grab my peanuts and sip my juice while settling for a long and enjoyable read.

Stuuuhpp! You giving me the Sugas☺☺☺

Believe it or not I come here everyday 🤣🤣🤣🤣

And thank you ☺ my posts are like that. Those who get it get it. Those who don't don't.

I might have to go through my Ask box for prompts. I've been binging old content and so far I haven't come across anything I haven't opined on. If anyone here has a theory, submission, take, Ask, please feel free to leave em in my inbox.

In the mean time, if I do come across anything interesting- by that I mean anything I find exciting- nothings gonna stop me from talking about it 🤣🤙🏾

I'm just at a place where everything Hybe does annoys me and I am not happy with the direction anything is going. I feel this is a make or break moment and they are just messing up big time. Or may be I just have to trust the process but if they don't bombard me with content soon, I might have to break into the vaults at Gybe headquarters and steal some disks.

Forget doing Solo projects one by one, do it all at once, confuse the shit out of me, make it hard for me to choose whom to support first, overwhelm me, squeeze me for all my penny, I wanna go broke and bankrupt, my sell my property and live on the streets.

Do you know how disappointed I was to find out Jungkook going camping was all staged and not as spontaneous and autonomous/ entirely free willed as I thought it would be- when the director asked him to go get food for just content I stopped watching the video. It took me some days to get back to it.

Also yes, we all thought we heard Jimin laugh in there somewhere. It was strange. Didn't know a lot of people sounded like other people. Never mind me.

With this DraKoola project, I think I'm falling in love with Jungkook 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I just might go on a YN self insert spree and edit myself into all and any Jikook intimate moments. If the bimbos can do it, I can do it too.

How sexy is it than when JUNGKOOK SAID THE CONCEPT HE WANTED WAS SPECIFICALLY VAMPIRE THEMED. HOW SELXY IS THAT!!!!!!!!!

Jungkook is legit my guardian angel. My quarterback. Not sure if he was inspired by the seven fate project or the many vampire edits of him or all those prude and stuck up sanctimonious fans who moon walked into my comments and wrote ignorant bigoted disparaging posts about me for making twilight references comparing Jungkook to a vampire- since I'm delusional I'll go with the latter😌

Dude became a vampire- LITERALLY. HOW👏🏾ABOUT👏🏾THAT👏🏾

The bit about the darkening of his soul- WHOAH🤯🤯

Blew my mind to the heavens. HOW DEEP IS THAT!

I hope this is connected to something much bigger than just a simple art concept to sell photos 😐

Jungkook is a creative genius. If he came up with this concept on his own, I promise you it didn't come to him in a vacuum and is intricately and inextricably linked to all arts he is created even if it is on a subconscious level. I can't wait to dissect that shit.

I hate that we have to wait for the others one after the other and wish they released it all at the same time. Going solo means seven things can happen at once in different ways.

Making us wait for their turns feel much like OT7 which is one of the things that frustrated me to begin with with the whole OT7 agenda. I mean if they worked under different labels I don't think they would care who went first or not and they would do things concurrently not consecutively 🤷.

It seems Hybe is trying to eliminate competition amongst them while making sure they each get Army's full and undivided attention- but I think FUCK THAT SHIT. LET THEM COMPETE FOR OUR ATTENTION HUNGER GAMES STYLE.

KEEP THEM ON THEIR TOES. CHALLENGE THEM SO THEY CHALLENGE THEMSELVES.

PAINT THE FANDOM RED WITH THEIR BLOOD. QUIT PLAYING IT SAFE.

This is their youth. With the way they gave us crap about aging these past few years, I don't expect they waste time doing nothing at all. Keep them busy busy busy. If they burn out good. Good. They can rest when they can no longer move their bones.

Anyway, I'm bored. Hybe is boring😴

TOO SLOW 🐌 FOR ME

Thank you for this. You are nice. Keep going.

ALSO, HOW IS JIMIN NOT RELEASING THE YOU ARE NICE KEEP GOING MERCH ALREADY🤕

I REALLY CAN DO BETTER THAN HYBE.

I'm gonna spam Jimin's account until he creates this shirt. And that bracelet 🥲 I've never wanted to commit grand robbery in my life.

Also I think I found Jimin"s secret tiktok account😆

Namjoon needs to come on Vlive often😔

I don't post often these days because all I have is a bunch of complaints and I will just end up bashing and cussing @ HYBE if I opened my mouth🙃

GOLDY

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theothersideoflou · 11 months

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Complete shit post about you're losing me and the images I had playing in my head while listening to the song

Cold opens to Taylor being rushed into the hospital the love interest and a doctor are discussing treatment saying there is a risky procedure that if she survives will be successful or do nothing and hope available medical treatment and monitoring her will make her get better.

Imagine this in the film style of Anti - Hero music video

The heartbeat starts and is captured on the monitor and we have the intro to the music video

Flashback to the relationship

You say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

You see the quoted interaction play out, Taylor walks into a bedroom with big windows and a cityscape view she walks around the room sits on a bed, and contemplates letting the last interaction of leaving her lover somewhere in the house as she goes to hide in the bedroom and weight the entirety of this relationship on this moment.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

Looks at photos and perfectly captured photos and reminisce about the good times. She checks her phone to see a text from her lover saying they'll talk later he's leaving and going out of town. Close-up of tears welling and a single drop cascades down her face and hits the phone screen, which she then drops and crumbles, not breaking down but just the feeling of defeat surging over her.

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore for you

'Cause you're losin' me

Transition to the hospital, ghost outer body Taylor hovering and looking at her sickened body watching the heart monitor and looking out into the hallway at her lover sitting with his head in his hands walks closer to the window and looks back at her body.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

Flashback to a point in the relationship, Taylor and her lover are having breakfast in their home the lover is looking at his phone and the newspaper paying no attention to Taylor, she's picking at her food. She gets up timidly walks around their home, biting her nails, and goes and lays on the bed on her side, staring out a window we see the lover walk past the open door down the hallway past the room she is in.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

Back at the hospital we see Taylor out of body looking at herself and starts almost doing a telepathic control to the health monitors they start freaking out and medical aids rush in, the lover looks through the window at her and he just starts running down the hallway out of the hospital. We see the lover outside the hospital, stressed but still unable to make a decision showing inner conflict, Then see Taylor up in the hospital staring out the window.

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore for you

'Cause you're losin' me

Stop (Stop) 'cause you're losin' me

[Post-Chorus]

My heart won't start anymore

(Stop 'cause you're losin' me)

My heart won't start anymore

(Stop 'cause you're losin' me)

Taylor's ghost runs out of the hospital trying to pull her lover back into the hospital but she goes right through him and is ever slightly starting to fade we see a slow walk through hospital hallways and different environments depicting she has made this walk multiple times, with this feeling within this relationship.

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

Scenes of fighting and crying and yelling and just sitting in stiff silence

I gave you all my best me's,

my endless empathy

Scenes of Taylor supporting and comforting the lover

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

At a party Taylor and her lover are there on different sides of the room lots of people but Taylor is in the corner by herself we see her notice her lover is talking to another woman and gets close seems really flirty and not okay. Heartbreak is on Taylor's face and she looks down at her left-hand zoom slightly on her ring finger then she looks up and walks out of the room and were back at the hospital.

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

Taylor is in her hospital room and the lover comes back and seems to be talking frantically with a doctor the doctor seems to deliver bad news and Taylor is just screaming and beating on the inside hospital window and going back and forth through a montage of her leaving the party and beating on the window

You're losin' me

Stop (Stop, stop), you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

Taylor stops and looks at her body and back at the monitor at her lover then back at herself flat line and pitch black.

Post-end scene Meredith Grey pronouncing her dead at 13:13

Credits

With a black screen, we hear her heart start again for a couple of beats

fin

#Taylorswift #yourelosingme

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amazon-me-bitches · 1 year

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Been watching too many creepy reddit stories and this happened..

Title: Dear Reddit... part 1? ((maybe, if I decide to make more.))

Pairing: platonic or romantic Analogical

warnings: fire/horror themed stuff but nothing too graphic

The real warning is idk how to do well thought out paragraph breaks so read at your own will.

Summery: Virgil and Logan go camping and their night doesn’t go as planned

Let me first start off by saying this happened quite a while ago. For some context I am a 20 year old male, gay if that matters. I'm a photographer by hobby but by no means a professional. I mostly specialized in taking nature pictures. lakes, animals trees stuff like that. A few summers back I got a weeks vacation off work and decided to go on a weekend camping trip with my friend Logan and take some pictures for my nature blog while we were there.

Logan was and still is a huge natural science nerd so he agreed. We could hang out, fish and do some hiking, I could take pictures and he had a great idea for a video where I filmed and he talked a little about some interesting nature facts he knew about. The day arrived and Logan picked me up in his jeep, I had packed light but remembered to bring some important stuff. A flashlight, food, water, tent, that sort of thing. Where we were going was completely remote. Logan said camping in a campground was for 'sissy's, lightweights and fat couch potatoes.' When I replied 'cool! so we should just head on over then?" he cuffed me in the side of the head playfully.

We got to the forest easy enough and set got our packs out of the car. Logan put on bug spray because he is smart and when he offered me some I declined because it makes my skin feel sticky and gross. well by the time we were about an hour into our hike I was already starting to regret my decision to forgo the bug repellant and we stopped to rest and so I could apply.

We were making small talk until we heard a laughter coming from somewhere, it sounded pretty far off and we paid it no mind at first. We were on a remote hiking trail but it was still not inconceivable that we might run into other hikers. We stayed there talking for a while and rehydrating before we heard the voices again and saw some other hikers rounding the corner. Presumably going back down the hill. It was two older men, redneck looking types. They were sporting camo pants and scraggly beards. They seemed to look us up and down which is fair being that I'm sure we looked pretty out of place. I dress pretty goth and was braving the summer heat still decked out in black and purple. Logan was almost constantly in a tie but I had managed to growl him down to wearing his 'I need space' shirt and a very light jean jacket.

They were still a few feet from us but when they noticed me noticing them they took that as an invitation to come talk to us. Shaking hands, because they outstretched theirs first, the man paused the shake letting go abruptly when he, I assume, noticed my rainbow pride flag smart watch wristband. He shared a look I couldn't decipher with his friend, tried to resume a neutral expression then began talking to us all friendly like again.

The conversation started off pretty normal they commented about the weather, the hike and asked if we go hiking often. Somewhere in the middle though their questions started to get a bit too personal. 'how long were we staying?' 'where were we thinking about setting up camp?' 'did we have more people coming or was it just the two of us?' I gave half truths and vague answers the whole way though and eventually excused ourselves...wanting to get as far away from the men as possible. They were nice enough but I just got a bad vibe. Luckily we seemed to be going in opposite ways.

We walked on for an hour stopping to take pictures of some local flora and even some fauna. Logan talks for the last twenty minutes of our hike about how that tree wasn't originally grown here and where they were grown before someone brought the species to America, as well as some other tree facts. Logans love language is getting to share facts and knowledge he knows. He is never condescending when explaining either. Just a nerdy, cool guy, over excited about things and wanting to share what he knows so others can hopefully share in his reverie. He is hands down one of the coolest people I know.

We reached our camping spot just in time, I volunteered to set up the tent while Logan got the fire going. Sometime later we were sitting out cooking some hotdogs and having a few beers, when suddenly I thought I heard something in the bushes, I am a bit of a worry wart. known in my friend group for having high anxiety. Logan polightly calls it 'Expressing an unhealthy amount of concern' he is such a nice dude. I shushed him and pointed to the bush but we didn't see anything emerge. I knew it wasn't that crazy to believe that something could be in it. we were in a dense forest after all. It didn't make anymore noise and I soon forgot about it.

When it was time to go to sleep for the night we let the fire get down to a few dying embers and crawled into the tent. It was a cold night and I would be lying to say Logan and I didn't somewhat cuddle up. About an hour after laying down he was asleep but I just couldn't relax for some reason. I had been camping plenty of times, having grown up in a rural area, sleeping in the woods wasn't new for me. I had just had an eerie feeling since meeting those guys that I just couldn't shake.

I was almost about to give in to sleep when I heard a stick crack a ways from the tent. then what sounded like slow deliberate footsteps. My mind was of course thinking mountain lion or something which was scary enough. but when something touched the zipper of the tent I shook Logan awake. He was groggy and grumpy at first but I instantly shushed him, pointing to the zipper.

"it moved" I whispered.

Logan wasn't having it. He grabbed a flashlight and reached down to open the door and see what or who was messing with us. I felt my blood run cold when he said it wouldn't open. He was moving the zipper but for some reason the other zipper was moving with it. Like they had been tied or locked together somehow. Effectively locking us in the tent. My breathing picked up and I instantly went into fight or flight mode. Logan and I both bring knives when we come out here so we grabbed those up for protection. We heard some more sounds and started yelling at whoever was out there. threatening them, if this was a prank it wasn't funny and that we had phones and would call the police. However they never answered our questions or responded in any way.

I heard a clacking of logs and sticks thrown together near the tent and then the drip drop of some kind of water hitting the tent. What the hell was going on? I am ashamed to say in the panic of it all I didn't put two and two together until I heard the flick of a bic and then smelled smoke. THEY WERE TRYING TO SET US ON FIRE IN OUR TENT! They beat feet away when the flames got too high and I found out real quick that 'water' on the tent was in fact gas. we were going up fast and the tent was filling with smoke. It burned the throat and eyes causing coughing fits for us both. They heat was too intense to try and escape though the side of our tent that was was burning, plus we didn't want to get melted plastic on us, that shit hurts! when we thought we heard them run away, we grabbed up what we could and I used my knife to start slashing at the tent wall opposite the flames even still some of the tent was melting against my knife blade.

We finally stumbled out and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. We didn't stick aroudn long though because we knew those guys might come back to look and see how their little murder plot was going. IF they weren't already watching us from some distance. We heard one more rustling from some distance away. That was more than enough for me, camera and knife in one hand and Logans hand in my other we booked it back the way we came. I have never ran so fast or so long in my life, I am only a little ashamed to admit that I threw up when we finally got back to the car. We of course started it up and drove to a gas station down the road before calling the police and the fire department but of course by the time they got all the way up there those men were long gone.

I have no proof it was the men we saw earlier that day but Lo and I both believe it was them. Nothing else makes sense. So to the homophobic potential murderers in the woods that day; I hope you died out there but more importantly you better hope we never meet again.

#analogical #sanders sides #be nice #I dont need any negative feedback #I am HYPERSENSITIVE #that being said if you like it you could comment nice things or like it.#virgil sanders #logan sanders

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