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thedo0zyslider · 10 months

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Burning Kissies - 2k Words

Scott goes to give Jimmy a gift, and gets a little more than he bargained for.

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"Jimmy?" Scott called, hauling himself up the side of Bad Boy Manor. The task wasn’t easy, but he did so carefully, a bucket clutched to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. Scott steadied himself once he fully stood the roof, making sure nothing had spilled from the bucket in question. "Jimmy?" He called again, gaze scanning the area.

Scott’s eyes found the man quickly, and he was very grateful Jimmy was home, and home alone at that. Though he did have to wonder what Grian and Joel were doing at this time of night. The blonde turned from where he was standing, a few materials left on the floor next to a chest. It appeared he had been trying to sort out his little group's storage, and Scott had to wonder exactly who's mess he was working with right now, because the pile on the floor looked like a little bit of a nightmare.

"Oh, Scott!" Jimmy greeted him with a smile, pleasantly surprised by his unexpected visitor. "Hi there!"

"Hi!" Scott beamed back at him, still finding the other man’s joy infectious after all this time.

"What brings you here?" Jimmy asked, pretty, chocolate brown eyes flicking downwards to the metal item still clutched close to Scott’s chest. His gaze became curious, and a little puzzled at the sight of it. Scott just did his best to stiffen a fond little smile, and held the bucket forward a bit.

“I brought a gift for you!” He said, and watched as Jimmy walked forward to take the bucket from him, looking unsure why Scott would be giving him a bucket as a present. The blonde took the item carefully, probably holding it with even more care than Scott had, and looked inside it.

Jimmy’s eyes lit up instantly, smiling becoming wider. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked, gaze flicking back to Scott. For a self proclaimed Bad Boy, he was letting himself get awfully excited over one little gift.

Scott returned the blonde’s beaming smile. “Yep! I brought you a pufferish of peace!” His voice stayed cheerful, but dropped into something softer, more gentle, as he said the little fish’s name for the first time in ages.

Jimmy did something entirely unexpected after that, Scott didn’t think he could’ve seen it coming if he tried. The blonde placed the bucket on the roof gently, and then surged forward to wrap the other in a hug. Scott blinked, surprised at the action. Jimmy held him tightly, burying his face in the shorter’s shoulder and Scott slowly hugged him back. He found himself gripping Jimmy just as tight, maybe even a little tighter a few seconds after he did. Scott hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the blonde’s hugs until now.

“Thanks a lot.” Jimmy muttered into his shoulder, beginning to move away slowly. Scott just nodded in response, hoping his face wasn’t really as red as it felt. Jimmy looked at him for a minute, before moving to gingerly pick up the bucket of pufferish again. Scott wasn’t sure if the other’s cheeks were a little red as well, or if that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

The blonde turned, walking back to the chest. He stepped over the pile of items on the floor, glaring at it as he did so; Scott had to hold back an amused sound at that. Jimmy rummaged through an already tidied up chest, one that was presumably his, and placed the gift securely inside it.

"Thanks, again" Jimmy said, turning away from his small storage area to face Scott once more. He still had a look of the same infectious joy on his face, and Scott felt warm all over from that beaming smile.

"You're welcome!" Scott responded, voice still soft as ever. If Jimmy was a step closer to him than before when he returned from the chest, he acted like he didn't notice.

They stood there, facing each other for a moment. The air around them wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t quite comfortable either. It had a bit of longing to it, if Scott wasn’t mistaken. Jimmy started to shuffle closer after a few seconds, and he definitely noticed that their faces were only inches apart now.

Feeling brave, Scott moved so he was cupping both of Jimmy’s cheeks in his hands. It became clear to him that the blonde had blushing as well, because his face became instantly warmer as soon as it was cupped. He smiled at Jimmy fondly, being able to tell the man was melting against him. “Mind if I?” Scott murmured quietly, their noses bumping ever so slightly.

“Not at all.” Jimmy huffed in response, eyes fluttering shut as Scott leaned in and closed the small gap between them. His stomach fluttered as their lips connected, and he remembered exactly how nice Jimmy’s used to feel against his own.

The kiss was more passionate than the previous few moments had been, Scott kissing his former husband almost frenziedly. One of his hands moved the clutch the collar of the blonde’s shirt, gripping it tightly and pulling the taller one down even further. Jimmy matched his pace, one of his hands resting on Scott’s waist. His nails dug in a little, but not enough to hurt, just enough for it to send a pleasant shiver up Scott’s spine. His other hand grabbed the back of his head, titling it to the side and deepening the kiss further.

Scott was suddenly very, very glad the other Bad Boys weren’t home right now.

Jimmy nipped at his bottom lip slightly, taking more control of the kiss. Scott muffed a whine, allowing the other's tongue to slip into his mouth. The blonde’s fingers tangled into soft blue hair, making Scott’s knees buckle a little bit. It was ridiculous really, how it had taken this to make Scott realize how much he missed this. How much he missed them.

They pulled away slowly, very reluctantly, not quite panting yet. They stood, foreheads resting together as their lungs slowly stopped burning for air. Scott kissed him again afterwards, more chaste this time, and Jimmy melted into it just as much.

The two ended up swaying together gently when they separated again, arms wrapped around each other once more. Jimmy’s chin rested on his forehead, and he placed kisses into soft blonde hair like he always used to. Scott’s face was now nestled into his warm shoulder, content and smiling lightly. The world around them had long faded into the background, all his senses focused on the wonderful man holding him.

"I missed you" The blonde muttered, another kiss being placed atop Scott’s head

"Yeah..me too" He whispered in response, resisting the urge to bury himself further into Jimmy’s warmth. He should probably go soon, check up on Martyn, but this felt nice….and he missed Jimmy.

The smell of rising smoke interrupted Scott’s argument with himself. His head shot up suddenly, and he opened his mouth to call out a warning to Jimmy; trying to scramble free of his hold. They had somehow missed the mansion burning . And yeah, Jimmy was a good kisser n all, but Scott thought fire was a little more noticeable than that.

Scar stood next to Cleo and Bdubs, listening to their giggles as a fire burned several feet below them.

“They’re gonna be sooo mad!” Bdubs commented with a smile, a little glee in his eyes as he watched the newly dubbed Bad Boy Manor slowly burn to the ground. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had!” The smaller turned to Cleo when he said this, flashing a signature toothy grin; though this time there was a noticeable gap in it. Scar always had to wonder how he’d lost that one.

“I know!” The zombie hummed in response, ruffling the hair of her self-proclaimed son. A mischievous smile was on her own lips, and she was clearly waiting for some kind of reaction from their closest neighbors. Scar knew that at least Jimmy was home, so the little canary was bound to see the fire soon.

“You already set the Mansion on fire?” Pearl’s voice suddenly came from behind them, seemingly out of nowhere; a thing she’d gained a talent for over the past day or so. Bdubs turned with a loud, startled yelp; which caused Cleo to momentarily buckle over with laughter. Scar himself jumped at the sudden visitor, but was more subtle about it, surprisingly.

“Yep, Mom did it!” Scar said cheerily, fondly ignoring his family’s antics. It was then he noticed BigB padding behind Pearl, and gave the other man a small wave of greeting. BigB waved back, flashing the scarred man a friendly smile before his gaze moved to the fire in the distance.

“You couldn’t wait at least a week? They don’t even have anything to burn yet!” Pearl giggled, now standing beside the three Clockers.

“It was too tempting not to!” Cleo smiled in response.

“Why haven’t they seen it yet?” Bdubs asked, gaze searching the mansion and the forest surrounding it. “Surely their home, right?”

“Pretty sure I saw Jimmy up there,” Scar commented, following the smaller’s gaze. Strange. He would’ve expected to hear Grian screaming his head off by now. “They might not be home.” He shrugged.

“I see Martyn down there, I think.” Cleo added in, pointing towards a spot in the trees. Scar squinted in that area, and did indeed see a flash of bright yellow, and the light green of a signature hoodie. It looked like the blonde was running towards the fire. Well at least someone had seen his moms glorious work!

“Uh, guys?” BigB muttered. He himself was now pointing towards a spot of the mansion, one by the outer part of the top floor, where the Bad Boys seemed to be keeping their stuff. There were two figures atop the building, the fire and rising smoke obscuring them until the people until they were a blob of black, blonde and blue. Scar had to squint to do so, but when he did the brunette could make out, well quite the…interesting scene indeed.

The figures were Jimmy and Scott, who stood in front of each other, faces close enough to mold into one at this distance. It was obvious even from this far away what was occurring between the two right now. It was also a little funny in Scar's opinion, that the mansion was burning right under them and they had yet to smell the smoke.

“Are they making out right now!?” Bdubs exclaimed loudly, the smaller finally making out the scene across from them. Cleo quickly moved to cover his eyes with her hands, playing into the mom role as she shielded her son's oh so innocent eyes.

“Why can Scar watch and I can’t!?” Bdubs protested, trying futilely to wriggle free of the zombie’s grasp. Pearl and BigB just exchanged a glance beside them.

“Because Scar’s probably done worse. And I only have two hands” Cleo said matter of factly, smirking slightly when she saw Scar turn a little red from the corner of her eye. She removed her hands from Bdubs’s face, before beginning to drag him by the back of his shirt. Bdubs made sounds of protest, kicking his legs like a sad puppy.

“I think you boys have seen enough! Come on Scar” Cleo called, dragging the supposed youngest of her children inside. Scar followed after a moment's deliberation, deciding that he didn’t want to be dragged anywhere. BigB and Pearl disappeared sometime later when no one was looking, which seemed to be becoming standard for them these days.

As soon as the three awkwardly trotted back to their base, Martyn reached the top of the burning mansion, water bucket in tow. Jimmy and Scott were frantically untangling themselves as he did, and Scott could thankfully ignore his teammates' awkward questions in favor of putting out the fire.

#this one's been gathering dust since the start of limited life loll #ron.writing #ron.fic #flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #limited life #bigbstatz #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #bdoubleo100 #pearlecentmoon #martyn inthelittlewood #trafficshipping

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izbelross · 2 years

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Warm feelings

A/N: Welcome back to a new fic based on my incapacity to stay away from obsessions. This new round we all need to thank @saddykar for chutarse an entire friday and weekend tolerating my cries for Eddie. So, here is the ending result of almost six litters of Coca cola, four bags of popcorn and many many others types of chunk food, a bunch of fics I'll be posting with the long part of this week and perhaps the next.

P.D.: this fic is shorter, as well the others will be, but I love them just as much... this fics are my beibis.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader.

Warnings: angst (for a while, relax) / fluff / kinda strong language / more fluff.

Synopsis: A year after closing the second portal to the Upsidedown, you find yourself in the limbo, trying to get over the nightmares, going through your last year at school, having to choose what path you'll like to take and between all of that, probably the most complicated part, were the feelings for your friend Steve. And the cherry on top? He was most probably still hung up with Nancy.

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As we already know, Hawkins is a hunted city, everyone could fall for the quietness at arriving but from then on the days only become longer, weirder and colder. But for you, disappearances, strange noises and red lights coming from nowhere at the darkest of night were pretty common occurrences.

You didn't just survived the majority of the last couple years by pure luck... well, yes, mostly, but because it was like a tradition to be a weirdo in WeirdLand too.

Honestly, the curious part of it all was the fact that you made friends along the way. Now you were part of "The Gang", the secret heroes of Hawkins. Quite amused, quite depressed and with some troubles that every teenager went through plus the knowledge that the unreal isn't as much as you all wanted it to be.

After all the "almost to death" bunch of experiences you've had, the year is coming to an end, you're to decide where you want to study and suddenly the need for money is there at every step, no matter if it is for your own amusement or because you'll be needing it to exist.

That's why you thanked whatever powerful being there is for the existence of Robin and Steve who helped you get into Family Videos and, that was not the best part, it was actually the extra amount of time you got to spend with Steve, your ehm, friend, best friend... the closest like- like the one who you loved and liked and who you didn't totally have a crush on.

And who you totally didn't cry at night to because even if you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your miserable, imperfect and beautiful life with him, Steve was still hung up on Nancy, who just didn't happen to be probably the only girl he has loved but she was your friend as well.

Your relationship with Steve didn't bloom from day to night, oh no, no, no. You used to hate each other. Him being the rich popular kid at school and you the one who didn't give a single fuck what everyone else thought about you, not wanting to impress, not wanting to fit. So, it was kinda intense when you both got into trouble because one of his fake friends would try to prank you and he tried to help them or because you were each others headaches at class.

At the end, when you helped the kids with their weird friend and had to work with them, as well as the princess of school, you saw him change into a more mature person. You had a change too, don't get me wrong.

Going from the private suffocated being to at least being able to form long conversations, no matter how much they bored you. And trust, much more trust to your friends was thrown their way. Yep, this last year had being something that changed you.

"You should take another path y'know?" Told you Robin, while she unpacked the new VHS and you priced them. "Like... I don't know, Hawkins? For life? For adulthood? Yeah, nu huh, thank you but, I rather swallow a bunch of dicks before staying stuck here... I mean, look at us, this isn't the way we should be spending our youth, our golden years,"

Steve send you an amused look from behind the counter, doing his own task. Your heart didn't went on a running spree like every-time he took notice of you, nah, it actually did a double mortal with a steady fall, 10/10, normal, yep. "Aren't the golden days supposed to be when we're old?" He asked.

"Think we probably are old already," you sighed, getting up from the floor, where you sat two hours straight with Robin, your back making a popping sound that made both your friends chuckle. "Yep, old." Murmured Robin.

"C'mon girls! We still have a lot of years ahead!" You chanced a glance to the tired girl on the floor. "Yeah, let's see... where do you see yourselves from a few years on?"

Both Robin and you groaned, she going back to her duties at taking vhs out the box while you got closer to the counter where Steve was, in search of more stickers for the prices. He reclined on the table, a few inches away from your face. "C'mon darling" you ignored the way your body heated, "I imagine myself in a nice house, not too big, not too small. A good job, maybe one or two kids-"

"More than you already have?" "And- " Steve completely ignored Robin, you didn't dare look at him when he started to talk again, you already knew what he was going to say next. This wasn't the first time he has told you about what he wishes to have when older. "And the woman I love beside me."

Robin was about to start talking again but stoped herself when she looked at Steve, and then you and then again at Steve. "Shit", she thought. Standing as fast as she could she brought the box with her and started walking to the back of the store "I finished this box, I'll go for more! Keep doing your tasks children!" Robin smiled at Steve that sent her a grateful smile, you however looked at her like two tentacles had suddenly sprung from her retreating back.

"The fuck, Robin, there are still like two dozens of-" "I said I'll be back!" She interrupted you, and the last hanging sound was the door being shut.

"Well... if she isn't acting weird then I don't-" you didn't finish your sentence because of the sudden look Steve had, directed straight at your eyes. His brown eyes were heavy with an emotion you have never seen in him, not directed at you at least. "Are you- eh-" you cleared your throat, the computer at his side suddenly a quite interesting machine "you okay?"

Steve didn't answer, instead asked you the same question from moments before, "Where do you see yourself in the future, (y/n)?" He inclined his head, hair falling softly and your heart started a race for winning a price, you didn't know what but it surely was important, your being got stuck in there, the spot where Steve's eyes where roaming your face, warm eyes, soft smile waiting and big hands taking yours, caressing them. You cleared your throat again. "Can-" Steve licked his lips, "Can you look at me, (y/n)?"

Slowly, so slowly, your gaze moved to his face, looking at his lips, and nose, going straight to his eyebrows and then his hair, his stupid perfectly un-combed hair. And finally, finally, your eyes found his and in an instant your cheeks turned red.

Steve's smile widened and his hands tightened yours a little more, assuring himself, and you.

"I'll tell you more about the future I want." His body moved a bit closer, his eyes jumping from both of yours, to your lips and nose and back to your eyes. "I see, this home, warm, maybe a dog or a cat, I don't care. A little garden, three rooms. Two of them for the kids and," his nose brushed yours, and you giggled. Steve's eyes crinkling with the sound, "the last room, sweetheart... Our room." The next thing you know, his lips were in yours, a soft gasping moan coming from you and the sudden pull from one of his hands on your face grounding you from floating away.

Silk lips brushing yours at first, testing if you were okay with this, with Steve Harrington pushing your head to his from the neck, moaning in your mouth and kissing you harder. His lips parting and his tongue darting out. He let out a long pleasured moan when your own tongue touched his.

So, so much for being just a dream. It was enough for you to lock your hand in his, the other finding way on his cheek. Both of you let out muffled giggles that broke the long deep contact but didn't stop you from pecking his lips. "What do you think, hmm?"

Steve didn't let you get as far, his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily and leaving small kisses every few seconds on your smiling lips. "I would definitely like a cat." He laughed at that, eyes closing with the force of his happiness. Getting impatient with the fucking counter between you, he jumped over it and dragged you to his body. Arms enveloping you and not letting you move too far, only for his mouth to find yours again. Kissing you deeply.

Now you did let yourself fall on his embrace, moving your arms one around his neck and the other to his back, obliging him to incline his tall frame on you.

Minutes went past, with you against the counter while Steve kissed you, all tongue and teeth, and small giggles, tired laughs. His lips brushing against your jaw, leaving the tingle sensation of love that only the love of your life could mark on you. You stroked his hair and pulled when his lips found in your neck that spot that made you moan near his ear. Steve only letting out a raspy chuckle.

With your body inclining more to his, who started to push you more against the counter, your back arching with the edge pressing to your middle back. Time passed, floating endlessly around you two.

A muffled "Hey... guys?" Was barely heard from behind the backdoor. Between Steve's hands squeezing your hips here and there you didn't hear Robin until her fist slamming against the door made you both jump. "Not me being a bad friend, cutting your moment, which I really hope you are having because I'm tired of both of you whining about the other, but I think I might have, kinda "kinda" locked myself in here..."

You shared a look with Steve, smiles coming into laughs, one of his arms still on your waist, two pair of running hearts and red cheeks. "Could you be so kind to get me out? It's kinda getting hard to breath, I'm not really fond of small spaces, y'know? Yeah, you know... I mean-"

"Coming!" You said and before you walked to open the door, your hand was hanging onto Steve's neck, your lips kissing his. As if something normal between you. It lasted a few seconds but it was enough to leave him breathless when you pulled away, murmuring softly to him, "I love you too, Steve." Proud of the idiot smile you left on his face, you went to open the door.

Turns out you were absolutely wrong, and you have never been more happy about it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington friends to lovers #steve harrington fandom #robin stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x best friend!reader

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thegongoozlerreacts · 4 months

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Dead Plate (Part 2)

OK so its been a month since the last time ive played Dead Plate and uhh oops!! my bad !!

in my defense life has gotten very busy for me especially since its the holidays but now i finally have the time to finish this game and get at least one ending!! (hopefully)

spoilers under the cut

back to day 5 where i struggled so incredibly hard

the amount of times ive played through day 4's nightmare sequence is killing me

bro. how do i pass this level without losing a customer

NOOO I WAS SO CLOSE WHYYY. PLEASE. literally i was doing so well but i took too long for the 4 table orders ugh <//3

i wish you could see like, a patience meter for the customers or something

maybe i should try using the item that slows down how impatient they get

YESSS FINALLY!!! I DID IT I FINALLY DID IT!!

what is that weird squelching sound.

still here even though the shift is over and the sounds i am hearing are concerning to say the least

what if... i just leave ok i cant leave

boss's office? also i just noticed the timer ticking down uhh

can i just leave please why is the timer ticking down wtf do i do???

also lots of interesting things in that office

was the review on the waiter about Rody? if so ouch man thats harsh

NOOOOO OH MY GOD...... I ACCIDENTALLY QUIT I HAVE TO DO DAY 5 ALL OVER AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME

ok well. at least now i know my key to success is the cologne

ok so Rody had an interesting reaction to the crumpled up picture of Vince and a woman so maybe he knows who she is? is this the 'her' that you can sorta not really call on the telephone??? or is he just surprised to find love letters in the trash

anyways its telling me the sounds are coming from the freezer but idk where to go from here

LMAO the sound signalling the end of the day jumpscared me askhjdakj

at least the food looks tasty

what was that whole thing about tho? what was going on in the freezer??

back home, looked out the window and i noticed you can see someone's silhouette in the background windows

i dont know if that was always there and i just missed it but very interesting

FINALLY a new nightmare

bro he was in an oven?? why ?? damn Rody's nightmares are like really creepy akladjalks

another day another dollar

damn. im gonna struggle once again because there is a LOT of customers and like i am just sooo. ksfdjslkdj whatevr kakayanin !! lets go guys

my hands are so sweaty akladh

another successful day and another tasty dish ....my fingers hurt LMAO

looked out the window and yep alright the person's silhouette isnt always there

huh. interesting nightmare it was Vince eating him and like damn that actually scared me lskjd

shorter than previous nightmares

well onto day 7 another day another dollar

lets go!! i am winning!!! only had to retry once this day!!

BROSKI JUST QUIT?!?!?

ohhh so the woman is named Manon

aww i feel so bad for this guy :(( the girl isnt picking up i wonder why tho? like does she just not like him anymore and he just needs to give up on her or is it cuz of smth w Vince (shes probably the girl from the crumpled photo in the trash right?)

damn the phone just ringing while the credits are playing

ouch :((

alright then time to get the other endings!! to do this i will be following the ending guide bc my brain is not big enough to figure it out by myself lmao

ive opened up the official ending guide and oho? you can actually get a phone call from Manon? cool i will try that out first

restarting all the way to day 1 bc i miss how easy it was

yk an interesting thing that was introduced in the tutorial that i havent experienced yet is the customers asking questions

oh hey!! i kept the stuff that i purchased in my previous run?? really?? awesomeee

ooh hey!! i kept the dishes from previous runs too!! cool

ok its day 3 now and i have to take out the trash to activate the cutscene

ok went through that whole baffling ordeal of getting slapped

also!! i chatted with Vince on day 3 and like. idk their chats are just funny to me

also like there might be something wrong with me but i am lowkey shipping Rody and Vincent together kadjlksd this is something that happened in Elevator Hitch where i started lowkey shipping the two main characters oopsies

anyways!! moving swiftly onwards!!

um. my guy disappeared after i checked the fridge

oh shit new cutscene

BRO ??? UM ????? well that was scary uhh. damn

oh the boss isnt in the kitchen anymore wait i didnt get to do all the dialogue options that are needed!! no!! does this mean i need to redo this whole day in order to get the phone call event???

better safe than sorry i guess

ok so interestingly when Rody asked Vince if he liked his job, he didnt answer the question he just changed the subject and made fun of Rody LOL

the 'can you give me a raise' question gives some more details on Manon and what Rody thinks of her (he is a grade A simp bro)

the 'are you single' question is interesting to me just bc Rody the simp has issues w Vince being like 'meh' on romance and tbh im with Vince on romance not being the end-all-be-all

THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

IS IT CUZ I FED THE RAT CHEESE INSTEAD OF SCARING IT AWAY OR SMTH???

EW ITS IN THE FRIDGE AND THE REAL ONE I HAD BEFORE IS GONE NOOOOOOO

Vince: I haven't got any sense of taste. Rody: Yeah I could see the decorations out there-

LMFAOOO RODYYY

bro now i am sad that i missed out on these gold interactions between them on my first run this is so funny

also they both didnt really have any proper answers for what their favorite food is Vince was like 'eh i dont have any since i cant taste stuff idk lemons or smth' while Rody was like 'i just like whatever my girlfriend likes'

very interesting how Rody is like obsessed(?) with Manon

then when asking Vince what he's reading, he just straight-up lies about what the reviews are saying about Rody lmfaoooo

anyways now for the creepy night restaurant segment and going back in Vince's office to check out the possible Manon love letters in the trash

i just realized the croque madames are like. rotten cuz they have flies flying around it which ew! yuck! why is it like that

well. nothing i can do about it so next day i guess!! oh hey wait i can now afford the matches which i will be needing for ending 3! nice

OK NOW I HAVE REACHED THE PHONE CALL

damn ok so its not Manon but its Vince inviting Rody to a dinner party!! nice !!

LMFAOOOO HE INVITED RODY TO MAKE HIM WORK VINCE I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!

Rody you are so embarrassing but its ok bc ur really funny anyways!! getting interesting lore on Vince and Rody!!

one of Rody's old classmates was there, and then another guest said that either Vince must really like Rody to have him there at the party or is incredibly desperate akldskl (since she said that Rody's outfit sucks LOL)

ooh ok so. Rody is desperate and a bit delusional my bro u gotta let go of that girl bc apparently she dumped you already so like. stop bro

dkjhskas nooo ive served all the guests and theres nothing left to do except snoop around in Vincent's bedroom agh!! agh!!!!!

bro when i go in the room the music just disappears wtf

UM? HELLO??? BRO THAT SCARED ME DSKJKSDJ

i knew this was going to happenn aughjahkj

BRO THE MUSIC IS JUST GONE AJKSDFK not Rody asking what happened like he didnt just steal smth from Vince and pretty much get caught in the act 😭😭😭

well ok then so that happened

actually you know, now that im thinking about it, its kinda weird that Vince threw Manon's letters in the trash does that mean she is pursuing him romantically but he like just doesnt care or what??

i am inside and i am afraid cuz the game asked 'are you sure?' when i clicked 'go inside' broooo

oh hey its Manon and Rody WAIT WHY IS THIS LOCKET IN HERE ?? DID VINCE KILL HER ??

ASKHDKAS OH FUCKK OH NO

bro thats so like. sadistic leaving him tied up and telling him he can live if he runs away but like he can only crawl across the floor

i see why the matches are needed for this part

gee wow thanks game

ok now this time im bringing the matches with me

ok so ive burned away the ropes but im still trapped inside cuz he locked the freezer aghhh

what the heck do i do?? oh nvm i found bags of flour, i can use these to reach the cooler

so i have to stop the fans of the cooler, probably by putting something in it

can i take the saw out?? oh wait theres a switch LOL

ok so ive use the saw to cut the meat off and now ive got animal bones

ive jammed the bones in the fans and now i can break open the window wow

SHIT GOT CAUGHT BY VINCE

DID HE JUST BITE A PIECE OF MY FLESH?!??!

oh my god. he killed and cooked her to feed to Rody i. wHY???

oh so he ate Rody's ear i am shook wtf

bro Rody just severely pissed this guy off by telling him he never ate his food i feel it in my bones also makes sense why its just sitting in his fridge

Rody really hitting this guy where it hurts damn i mean its deserved cuz of like the whole thing

i accidentally got ending 4 since i messed up a QTE but damn. damn that was wild and also this is gross

something i didnt mention earlier but i noticed that there was a grilled hanger steak on the table, which is the dish when you get ending 1 would the other dishes i got in past endings show up when i got them? but i got ending 2 and the dish from that didnt show up so maybe its just a little detail for ending 1 wait was the steak made out of Manon. oh boy that makes that ending a lil more fucked up

ok going back to the chase sequence

BRO RODY JUST KILLED HIM

so i went into Vince's office, surprisingly did not get chased inside and then i picked up the broken bottle and now Rody's just killed the guy

got the restaurant key

bestie like. theyre gonna arrest u if u just leave and never say anything please explain the situation to the police or smth

why is the game not letting me leave. what do you mean revenge is best served cold. does the game want me to put Vince in the freezer!??!?!

yep the steak is def Manon

why r u not letting me leave wtf do i do

trying to read the comments on the game's page on itch.io and the amount of people going 'when will they kiss' 'kiss ending when' im laughing

like even tho all this horrible shit just happened i still lowkey ship Vince and Rody oopsies. toxic yaoi LOLOLOL

i have no idea what to do now so i am just gonna look up a guide rq

ok i need to get the cooking oil

he's burning this place to the ground

wait was Vince still alive after getting stabbed repeatedly???? his eye moved when Rody was pouring oil on him and i mean the game did say that his eyes are still following you

oh bro after-credits cutscene with Manon???

aww ok my opinion of Manon has greatly improved cuz she broke up w Rody cuz he was destroying himself for her she realized that she wasnt good for him and like, for the greater good of his mental health they cant be together

its burnt and also its lemon, which is what Vince said was his favorite food

OH HEY IT CHANGED

actually i did notice that after ending 3 it was snowy

damn

well, thats the end of my playthrough on Dead Plate

honestly, it was a very fun and enjoyable game! i liked the serving aspect even tho i kinda sucked at it and like i also really liked Rody and Vince despite all that just happened those two are seriously fucked up and i love them LOLOL

the music was really good and made up for having to redo day 5 over and over again alskdjh i was jamming most of the time to the music the art was also really good! i liked how cute the pixel sprites were, and then like the art for the portraits and CGs and everything was also really good! i really enjoyed the art style and music

the story was interesting, and i liked it too the twist was wild and blew my mind but i am still a massive fan of Vincent x Rody JKDAHSDKJ

i like how there was a cannibalism twist but Vincent wasnt actually like, an actual cannibal he was just insane and planning on making Rody an unknowing cannibal

i know he ate Rody's ear but like. he said that he doesnt eat people on the regular so yk he's just fucked up

also its really funny reading all the comments and seeing a lot of Vincent x Rody stuff LMFAOOO so true of everybody honestly

HELP I FOUND A COMMENT THAT SAID THEY NOTICED EVERY PIC WITH VINCE IN IT (on the store page) HAS HIM LOOKING AT RODY LDSJHSFLSDKN THE SHIP IS SO REAL!!!

ok sorry enough of that

overall, 10/10 would play again solely for the server gameplay (would be cool to have a kind of endless mode where you just serve customers until one leaves or something) and also because i love these characters

thats all for today and probably for this month LOL byebye!!

#dead plate

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Memories (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

Definitely a vent piece. If you’ve seen my other posts, you know I got broken up with completely out of the blue a month ago. I’ve been dealing with it/processing it/trying to make sense of it ever since it happened, and writing this helped that. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being a community I can share stuff like this with 💛💛 It means more to me than you’ll ever know

Also! I jammed out to “Memories” by Conan Gray and “All You Had To Do Was Stay” by Taylor Swift while writing this, but “Memories” is a shorter title so I went with that instead ahaha

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (and a happy ending :))

Garcia was the only one who knew. Purely because of the fact that she was with you when you got broken up with.

The two of you were in the middle of a movie marathon when you got the call and the dreaded, “Can we talk? Right now?”

You knew what was going to happen before it did. You had a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.

Garcia waited upstairs in her apartment while you met your ex outside on the sidewalk. She watched through her window to be sure you were okay, but she knew you weren’t the second your ex showed up.

And when you came back upstairs, you didn’t even cry. You just wanted to finish the movie marathon like nothing had interrupted it, so that’s what the two of you did. It was better to forget about it for the rest of the night.

The next day at work was a little bit of a nightmare, but only because you work with some of the nosiest people on the planet — and you mean that with affection because you’re well aware that you are just as guilty.

But today is not the day.

“Morgan, I’m not in the mood, seriously,” you attempt to get him to stop without really snapping at him. The last thing you want to do is be rude to people who don’t deserve it.

“Trouble in paradise?” Morgan asks, sounding more worried than playful, because everything seemed fine— no, amazing— just a day ago. “Hey, I’m sorry. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“We broke up because he changed his mind,” you say without looking up from your laptop. “Can we stop talking about it now?”

Morgan shares a look with Reid, who looks just as horrified. JJ overheard as she walked into the bullpen, and stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide.

Their shock at the breakup just makes you feel worse.

If he had cheated, it would feel better. You could say, “fuck him,” and move on. There would be a tangible reason as to why it had to end.

But instead, it’s just…nothing.

“He changed his mind?” Morgan says, unable to help himself. “I’m sorry,” he says once he sees your glare. “But that’s it?”

“Yep,” you reply, keeping your eyes glued to your paperwork. “That’s it.”

Before Morgan can ask another question, Hotch is calling everyone into the conference room. You’re the first to get up, ready to get the hell away from this conversation and throw yourself into a new case.

Hotch knows something is wrong with you the second he lays his eyes on you. He knows you extremely well, and a subtle change can make alarm bells go off in his mind. Even if it’s something as mundane as you slept poorly or are just having a bad day for no real reason. But this seems deeper. He can feel it.

Garcia explains the case: a serial arsonist is on the loose and they need to find him before he strikes again. Surprisingly, one of the less gruesome cases, but insanely erratic, unlike anything else they’ve seen, so that’s why the BAU is needed on the ground.

At the end, though, after saying, “Wheels up in fifteen,” Hotch asks to speak with you.

A dreadful feeling settles in your gut, much like last night, but you try to calm it with a deep breath, watching your coworkers walk out.

Once everyone has left the conference room, you blurt, “Please don’t fire me.”

Hotch gives you a strange look, tapping the files in his hand to even the papers out. “Y/N, I’m not firing you.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “What did you want to talk about?”

Hotch hesitates, but then says, “Are you okay?”

Oh, dear fucking god. “Yes,” you reply slowly. “Why do you ask?” Am I just an open-fucking-book to everyone today?

He eyes you cautiously, sensing your walls beginning to go up. “Something is clearly wrong, so I wanted to check on you.”

“What do you mean clearly?”

Hotch sighs. That was a poor choice of words. But he has to explain, otherwise you won’t let it go, and you’ll think he meant to insult you. “You’re not wearing makeup, or your watch, you’ve had three cups of coffee since you’ve been here, and you won’t look at me.”

Your eyes snap to meet his on his last detail. Caught red handed. “Okay,” you say. “I got broken up with last night, so I didn’t really sleep, hence the coffee and forgetting my watch, but. That’s all. I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Hotch says quietly. He didn’t think for even a second that that’s why you could be so upset. Just two days ago, your lover surprised you in the office with dinner reservations at one of the high-end restaurants downtown. “Can I ask what happened?”

You shrug, already feeling the emotions pooling at the back of your throat -- and therefore feeling like you’d rather run a mile in a hurricane than talk about this. “He changed his mind.”

Hotch’s eyes narrow, a lethal look you’ve only seen a handful of times. “Excuse me?”

“He changed his mind,” you repeat, and the look in Hotch’s eyes only gets deadlier. “That’s it. I need to go to the restroom before we head to the jet, so. Excuse me.”

You run out of the conference room as fast as you can. Embarrassed and hurting, you let yourself cry for five minutes in the restroom before pulling yourself together. You have a job to do, a case to solve, an arsonist to catch.

Hotch takes a few minutes to himself in his office, calming his anger. The look you saw in his eyes was not directed at you, not at all, never in a million years. It was meant for your ex, the piece of shit who changed his mind out of nowhere.

Hotch could kill him for doing that to you, for putting that hurt in your eyes. He guesses it’s a good thing he doesn’t know where your ex lives.

+++

A month later, while you’re working on a different case, your phone won’t stop buzzing in your back pocket. After ignoring it for fifteen minutes, you excuse yourself to take the call, but you wish you hadn’t.

“What do you want?” you ask your ex, refusing to entertain him with any pleasantries. Not after the past month of silence (which you wanted) and the constant posts to social media about his life and his new romantic interests (which were like a slap in the face to you).

“How are you?”

“I’m great. What do you want?”

“I was just…wondering if we could be friends again. Like we used to be.”

“No.”

“Y/N--”

“No, you know what?” you laugh, but it’s dry and it hurts because this conversation hurts to have. But this has to be said, even if you can’t believe after a month he’s decided to call and say shit like this to you. “You don’t get to do this to me.”

“What?”

“We’re not doing this. We’re not friends. I don’t care that you wanna be friends, because I don’t. And I’m not gonna let you keep doing this to me. You left. That was your choice. Now deal with it. Because you’re not going to be a part of my life anymore.”

“You can’t just erase people from your life—”

“I can do whatever the hell I want, and you don’t get a say in it anymore. I don’t have to consider you anymore because you’re not part of my life. I wanted you to be,” you admit. “But clearly you didn’t, so.”

“Come on—”

“I wanted you to be a part of my life so badly, you have no idea. But not like this, not after all you’ve put me through. I can’t go through that again and I’m not letting you do that to me again. Don’t. Don’t start talking. I’ve said all I had to say, and I’m not listening to you anymore. You’ve said enough already. Goodbye.”

A moment later, you come around the corner and nearly knock right into your boss.

“Oops,” you say, smiling, trying to conceal your hurt once again. “Sorry.”

Hotch shakes his head, a quiet ‘don’t worry about it.’

His position in the hall has you raising an eyebrow, though. “How much of that did you hear?”

He shrugs, then says, “Enough to know I need to ask you if you’d like a hug.”

You smile, but it’s crumpled, trying to fight off the emotions that you can feel crowding the back of your throat.

“Come here,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest, so you can let it all out.

“He’s just such a jerk,” you cry. “Why did I ever date him?”

“I don’t know, I ask myself that every day,” Hotch says before he can catch himself.

You sniffle, lifting your head, eyebrows furrowed. “Hotch?”

He smiles sheepishly. “This is an inappropriate time to tell you about my feelings, isn’t it?”

You shake your head, butterflies swarming in your chest. “Not entirely.”

“These last three months have been agonizing,” he breathes. “When things started to get serious between you two, I knew I had lost my chance, but then things weren’t good, and I was just angry — at him. For asking you out before I could, and then being this careless with your emotions.”

You blink. You can’t believe your ears. “Hotch, I…”

“I’m not asking you to tell me how you feel, if anything, toward me. I just wanted to get that out there,” he exhales, shaking his head a little. “I’ve been holding that in for a while.”

“Hotch,” you laugh, “I’ve had feelings for you since our first case together.”

He stares at you for a moment, stunned. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I thought for sure I’d be found out the second I seemed a little too eager to grab dinner with you.”

“And Rossi knew something was up with me because I didn’t let anyone else come with us,” Hotch confesses. “Wow.”

“What the hell have we been doing?” you ask.

“I don’t know, but can we stop?” he says, sounding hopeful. “If you want.”

You nod, your hands holding his face. “I do. I wanna stop ignoring this.”

“Oh, thank god,” he laughs through an exhale, his eyes sparkling with hope. “Can I kiss you?”

“Funny,” you grin. “I was just about to ask the same thing.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner hurt comfort #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #angst with a happy ending #criminal minds #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader

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I love manga Chrollo the best. Then I love 1999, and then 2011. They all are great to me. I noticed that 1999 chrollo is closest to manga Chrollo. I don’t get why they changed up Chrollo in 2011. I see that they make him taller, give him more sharper features, and give his hair a purple hue. As for his eyes, it’s grey, but in the other versions they’re dark and you can’t see the actual color. That’s why I’m wondering what eye color is the correct version, or if his eyes is grey but it’s only noticeable when you get close to him.

When you compare the art references for the 1999 you’ll see that they keep the heights correctly. In the 2011 version they have Chrollo taller than Shalnark, and Pakunoda. When Chrollo is shorter than Paku, and with shalnark he’s the same height. It makes me wonder, will they continue to follow the 2011 version, or the manga when they animated more of the manga.

Yep, Chrollo is holding onto that guilt. That he was the one that caused their deaths. Like he did with Sarasa. His demeanor is different from the death of Uvo, and Paku, because he didn’t cause their death, but he still felt someway about their deaths. Though with these recent deaths in the PT, he only has himself to blame. Though that’s why he’s had enough of Hisoka, and is ready to kill him permanently.

Though, I wonder if Chrollo will die, because they showed his backstory. That there is a sign that a character will eventually die, unless a twist happens.

Hisoka feels more like a main character compared to Chrollo. That I feel like he may survive, or he might die at the same time with Chrollo. Hisoka wants to battle the strongest person, and will do anything to make them want to come for him.

Now, that I’m hearing all of this talk of PT not being responsible for the Kurta clan massacre. It’s something that would be the biggest reveal if PT didn’t cause it. Yet, they haven’t denied any involvement in it to Kurapika. Plus, it doesn’t mean they are innocent. They kill people, from the York new massacre, and the people from Hisoka’s and Chrollo’s fight.

I like to think Chrollo isn’t picky with food, or drinks, but he wants the experience of having expensive meals, not because they are better but rather that they are expensive. He would enjoy a homemade meal, even if he hadn’t known what it is from growing up in a junkcity. For drinks he tends to drink wine. So I see that as his favorite drink.

Chrollo would have needs, but it’s not frequent. I see him wearing protection during the act. Due, to his secrecy he can’t just go to any establishment where they’ll have his dna. He does not have any public records. Him using a fake name, would still trace him if he does get checked every time he has sexual encounters. He would get checked using the black market. That way they won’t have his dna in their database.

I agree that he would only be into sex with the person he is in love. Beforehand, He would check their sexual history, to make sure they are healthy too. His sex drive would fluctuate depending on the mood.

Chrollo had nice hair. I don’t see it as greasy. I see people talking about him looking back with his slicked back hair, but I don’t agree with them. He looks great regardless. I can see his hair being greasy in the beginning when he first started wearing his hair back, but he learned how to improve the look.

Old movies would be something he would like, but I see him more into documentaries, nature, historical, and biographies.

I could see him having nightmares, but it’s not as frequent. That would explain why he’s a light sleeper, and why he occupies himself with books all the time. It helps keep the thoughts away at night.

Ahhh, the last one got me. To see his dead friends again, and be who they originally wanted to be before those evil people took it away from them. They just wanted to have fun, and bring joy to the other kids, but that all changed. Especially Chrollo, after reading that note, something changed in him when he read it, and he could no longer be that innocent emotional boy anymore. It makes me wonder how life for them would be if Sarasa never died. Would the Kurta clan still be alive? would Meteor city still be as harsh? Would their outlook on the world change as they got older?

Aaaaah I LOVVVEEE WHEN YOU GUYS SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS WITH MEEE!!

That was really beautiful to read honestly I feel we share a very close pov.

I’m honestly happy that someone brought up the hight difference in 1999 and 2011. And in my opinion manga chrollo slicked back hair is the best look he has with the cross tattoo and the earings.

Yep he would definitely check himself up in the black market not a hospital and he really cares about his partner health in general.

Some people would say chrollo is so fake, no he’s depressed and messed up, if you see people act all distant and you call them “fake” please reconsider your judgement of people and please stop judging them.

#misscherrysworld #chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh chrollo #chrollo headcanons #chrollo hunter x hunter #hxh manga

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berenwrites · 11 months

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 12 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 12. Child Geniuses

“Okay child geniuses,” Eddie said with his usual dramatic flair after food had been consumed and everything tidied away.

“Hey,” came from several directions.

“Technically he’s not wrong,” was Erica’s view on the matter.

“As I was saying,” Eddie continued, “there is a matter we need to discuss.”

Steve could tell Eddie was nervous under the bravado, but he hung back, letting Eddie deal with this how he wanted to but ready to step in if Eddie needed him.

“Okay, Eddie,” Dustin said, “what is it?”

“Well,” Eddie said, “just to make sure everyone is caught up, El declared me completely de-Vecna’d yesterday, thank you El, but also a little bit other.”

“Like me and Will and Steve,” El said with a smile.

“This morning we found out what the other is,” Eddie went on, giving her a nod and a tight smile. “I woke up with fangs.”

“Fangs?” Will asked.

“Like when you were a minion?” Dustin added.

“Kinda, but not really,” Eddie replied. “Much neater.”

“They were shorter than the ones he had in the Void,” Steve revealed, since he had been the one to actually see them, “but his eyes were the same; black, with a red ring.”

“And everything what, just went away?” Mike asked next.

“That would be a nope,” Eddie replied with a very much false smile. “They came with this really gnarly thirst.”

All the kids were looking at Eddie now. The tension was obvious.

“So, you’re still a vampire?” Dustin asked, seeing straight to the root of the issue.

“Yep,” Eddie said, popping the ‘p’ in emphasis.

“But you don’t have any vampire weaknesses,” Mike pointed out, waving in the general direction of the windows and the bright morning sun.

“Also true,” Eddie agreed, “and it’s not like I can will the fangs back. They were there, but now they’re not, or at least they aren’t extended. Not sure how that works to be honest.”

“How did you get rid of them this morning?” Lucas asked.

“Um … well …” Eddie hesitated for the first time.

“I convinced him to bite me,” Steve entered the conversation once more.

“You did what?” Dustin demanded.

“Henderson, you don’t have a leg to stand on, so button it,” he countered. “I made Eddie bite me. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done it before, and I healed the wound. See, no bite marks.”

He held out his wrist which no longer even had the little pink spots.

“He took like two or three swallows and that was it,” he added.

“And you let them?” Dustin asked, glaring at Robin.

“Robin wasn’t even there,” Steve defended his best friend. “Eddie and I were in my room. We were sleeping in the same bed because of nightmares. You all know what those are like.”

It was sad because every kid in the room nodded, even Erica, but it meant they all got each other.

“I figured it would be easier to deal with Eddie’s condition if there was an easy solution,” Steve told them, “and there is.”

“It could have been dangerous,” Dustin pointed out, but his tone was much less accusatory.

“I’ve seen Eddie’s control when he was starving and dying,” Steve defended himself. “I trust him.”

And that was the crux of the matter. No matter what, he trusted Eddie. It would take something far more than fangs to shake that trust. It was the same trust he had in all the party. Occasionally they did stupid things, they were kids, but he trusted their motives.

Eddie looked kind of astonished at his vehemence, but it got the message over to Dustin. Although Steve could understand Dustin’s worry, after all he had lost Eddie once and they’d all just been through hell and their own near-death experience, the kid needed to understand.

“And after you fed, the fangs just went away?” Erica asked, getting the inquiry back on track.

“After I fed, I was high as balls. No, I don’t understand either because it wasn’t like that before,” Eddie admitted. “Steve went into mother hen mode and got me to lie down, and I slept it off. When I woke up again, the fangs were, well, normal.”

He opened his mouth to demonstrate.

“Are you stronger or faster than you used to be?” Mike asked.

“I … ah … don’t know,” Eddie said with a shrug.

“We should test that,” Mike said, looking at Dustin.

“We could use Steve as a control,” Dustin agreed with a nod. “Steve, do you have any weights?”

“Will and I were going to help Steve test his powers,” El said before he could reply.

“We won’t need him for long,” Dustin replied. “We only need a baseline, and Steve’s a jock so he’s strong.”

Steve shared a resigned look with Eddie. He could feel the morning slipping away from him as their child geniuses conspired.

~*~

Being a baseline consisted of hefting a few weights, which Steve was more than happy to do. He had a set up in the corner of one of the garages where he sometimes did weight training, so they had plenty of kit to play with. It was what was coming next that had him worried.

While Dustin, Mike and Lucas had camped out with Eddie in the garage, Steve had soon found himself in his living room with El, Will, Erica and Robin. Under El’s direction they moved the coffee table so it was closer to one of the couches, at which point she produced a piece of card with concentric circles on it and a ball bearing.

Steve watched as El put the card on the coffee table and the ball bearing on top of it right in the centre.

“We made this so Will could practice,” El told him with a bright smile.

“I’ll show you,” Will offered.

Steve nodded, because he really hoped someone would give him a clue before he made a complete idiot out of himself. Will sat down on the couch, took a deep breath, and fixed his eyes on the ball bearing. The hairs on the back of Steve’s arms lifted up as if there was static in the air. After only a second or so, the ball moved off its spot to the edge of the next circle. It then started to follow the circumference of the ring, slowly, but accurately.

“See?” Will asked, blinking as if coming back to reality.

The kid automatically put a Kleenex to his nose.

“Um, no,” Steve admitted.

“Don’t worry, you will,” El assured him, “and the nosebleeds get less.”

“It’s like using a muscle,” Will explained, “the more you use it, the more you can do without hurting yourself.”

“If you say so,” he said, he was very unsure. “What do I do?”

“Sit on the couch,” El told him with one of her small encouraging smiles.

He and Will swapped places.

“Focus on the ball,” she explained simply, “and push from here.”

She put two fingers on her forehead.

“Okay,” Steve said, but that sounded far too simple.

It was. He spent the next half an hour staring at the steel ball and failing to do anything except make himself go cross-eyed.

“I don’t get it,” he admitted eventually. "What does it feel like?”

“It’s like a pressure between your eyes,” Will said.

“Could you demonstrate again,” he asked, “and would you mind if I touched you while you did it?”

“Sure,” Will said with a smile and they swapped again.

Steve placed a hand on Will’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He figured if his healing was touched based, if he had a chance of understanding what Will and El were trying to teach him, touch might be the key.

“Ready?” Will asked.

He nodded without opening his eyes.

The hairs on his arms stood on end again and this time he felt something else. It was kind of like a pressure, or at least the echo of it, but it felt different, more ethereal. He also sensed something off and automatically reached out to fix it.

“Did you get it?” Will asked and went to wipe his nose.

The Kleenex came away clean.

“Did you just fix my nose?” Will asked, looking at him.

“Um,” he said, “maybe.”

El laughed.

“That could be useful,” she said, sounding positively delighted. “Did it help? If not, we could try a more emotional approach. It’s how I do bigger things.”

“I did feel something when you were moving the ball,” Steve said. “Only one way to find out, I guess.”

“Yeah, because it’s really boring watching nothing happen,” Erica said in her usual judgemental tone.

“It’s really boring not doing anything too,” Steve quipped back as he took up his position on the sofa again.

This time as he focused on the ball, he did his best to recreate the echo he had sensed from Will. He tried to approach it like learning a new skill in sports, since he was good at those. The first time was always the hardest.

“Oh,” Steve said as he pushed hard with his mind, “that doesn’t feel right.”

For the first time the ball bearing moved. Not very far or very convincingly, but it moved.

“You did it!” Robin crowed, clapping her hands and she was echoed by Will, El and even Erica, only Steve missed most of it.

The world went very fuzzy for a moment as pain shot through the left side of his head. He swayed in his seat as the room looped the loop. This was very not good.

“Oh shit, Steve,” he heard, and he thought it might have been Robin, but everything was distorted and surreal, so he couldn’t be sure.

Nausea twisted his stomach as the universe lurched and he made a desperate dive for the trash can at the end of the couch. His breakfast revisiting was unpleasant to say the least as vertigo turned his stomach inside out.

“Erica, can you get some water?” he heard Robin say, and at least this time her voice sounded properly like her.

“Yeah, that’s disgusting,” Erica said, “I’ll be right back.”

“Steve, are you still with us?” Robin asked as a gentle hand touched his back.

He nodded, closing his eyes and trying to force the spinning feeling to go away.

“Let’s not do that again,” he said quietly.

“Here,” Robin said and passed him a Kleenex.

“Thanks, but ow,” he replied. “Did the drum section of Hawkins High Band just take up residence in my head?”

He didn’t even try and sit up yet.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” El said from somewhere close by.

“Not your fault,” he said, reaching out blindly and patting her on the arm. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to do what you and Will do.”

“Well, you can do it,” Will chimed in, “but it definitely doesn’t look good for you.”

Steve managed a small smile and carefully opened his eyes. The world stayed nicely in its correct orientation, which was a good step forward.

~*~

“Ugh,” Eddie said, collapsing on the couch next to where Steve was already sitting nursing a headache with tissue stuffed up his nose.

“Had fun?” he asked.

“No,” Eddie replied. “Those kids are sadistic.”

“I know,” he said with a small smile. “So, any superpowers?”

“Do I look like I have superpowers?” Eddie replied, putting his head back over the couch.

“Not even vampire strength?” Steve asked, a little disappointed.

“Stevie, I’m not even as strong as you,” Eddie said, “and now I ache all over. You made it look easy, you bastard, and it wasn’t.”

“Sorry, can’t help perfection,” he replied and smirked as well as he could with Kleenex in his nostril.

“Dumb jock,” Eddie shot back immediately.

“Wimpy nerd,” he countered, and they both burst out laughing at the same time. “Ow,” he said as it exacerbated his headache.

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to fix yourself now?” Eddie asked as the amusement passed.

“Yeah,” Steve said, “but seems I’m stuck with the headache because there’s nothing really wrong. The way El and Will explain it, it’s like training for a new sport, new muscles hurt when activated.”

“If you say so,” Eddie said.

“And, well, since I already had a headache, I didn’t feel like making it worse by trying to heal the nosebleed,” Steve continued.

“So how did it go?” Eddie asked. “Jedi powers activated?”

“Huh?”

“Are you going to start throwing things around with your mind?” Eddie clarified and Steve caught up.

“Oh, yes, but no,” he replied.

“Gonna explain that?” Eddie asked.

“I can do it,” he revealed as he rubbed his temples, “but I am never doing it voluntarily again.”

“Why?” was Eddie’s obvious question.

“He puked,” Robin said as she walked into the room. “Full on Exorcist shit, or Starcourt aftermath.”

“It was unpleasant,” Steve added. “Thank you, you’re an angel,” he added as Robin handed him a mug of tea.

The smell of chamomile was heavenly. Robin had introduced him to various teas over their friendship and he kept a stock in the back of the cupboard.

“Is that chamomile?” Eddie asked, peering at the mug curiously.

“Yep,” Robin replied. “My grandma swears by teas, and I got Steve addicted after Starcourt, but sssh, because big strong jocks don’t drink tea.”

“I think that ship sailed years ago,” Steve muttered as he sipped the soothing liquid. “You a tea man?” he asked Eddie.

“You did see how many mugs were in the trailer, right?” Eddie replied. “You think all of those were just for coffee. Wayne is old school when it comes to tea.”

Eddie’s eyes went distant as he mentioned Wayne.

“He thinks I’m dead, doesn’t he,” Eddie said after a moment.

Steve nodded.

“Dustin told him, even though we couldn’t tell him everything that happened,” he replied. “Look, we’ll need to talk to the others first, but we’ll come up with something. I saw him at the school the other day, so he came back to town as soon as he was allowed.”

“Stubborn old man,” Eddie said quietly.

Steve glanced around to make sure it was still only the three of them before he reached out and took Eddie’s hand. They stayed like that for several minutes.

“So,” Eddie said eventually, apparently snapping out of his thoughts, “no telekinesis. Did you figure anything else out though?”

“They did some of the Void stuff,” Robin piped up, crawling into the last space on the couch and throwing her legs over both of them. “Really weird to watch.”

“Void stuff?” Eddie asked.

“Mostly we were just talking, only there, not here,” Steve did his best to explain. “It was weirdly easy. El says it’s harder with distance, but we should try that at some point. She was also trying to explain going further and piggy-backing into someone’s mind, but that’s way too advanced for me or Will yet.”

“Way too advanced, he says, after telling us about talking to people on another plane of existence,” Eddie said with a shake of his head and exchanging a look with Robin.

“You asked,” Steve protested, sipping his tea.

His headache was showing signs of receding, which was a nice change from the migraines he had suffered in the past.

“I did,” Eddie agreed, “but allow me a moment of reflection, these are big concepts.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve could only agree. “El is a frighteningly sweet, but very focused coach.”

“She’s probably enjoying having friends like her, rather than fellow lab rats,” Robin said while shifting around to make herself more comfortable.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “The way her and Will are together, it’s like they really are blood related.”

“Does that make you the weird older brother?” Eddie asked with a laugh.

Steve turned his best hurt puppy dog eyes onto Eddie for that.

“You couldn’t have gone for cool?” he said. “You had to go for weird?”

“In this town, Stevie,” Eddie said with a sweet smile, “everything’s weird.”

End of Chapter 12

Chapter 13

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers

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emcscared-whumps · 10 months

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WiJ 2023 - 01: Introduce Yourself

WiJ 2023 Navigation Post

(I'll put my favourite tropes under the cut because this post is getting a bit long, oops lol)

Re-Introduction

I've been in the Tumblr whump community for a couple of years now, but hello and welcome to everyone both old and new to my blog! I'm emc, and I'm an Australian writer and artist specialising in the bloodthirsty subject matter we all love here on whumpblr! I mostly reblog at this stage, but I love to participate in community events, and have plenty in the works :)

I create original whump works. I'm only in one fandom, Danny Phantom, so I will occasionally reblog stuff from there.

Project Updates!

I'm completely, totally obsessed by one singular whumpee... so everything I work on centers around him... lol

Anyways, so, it turns out that SP multiplied...

Shifting Phases - This is gonna be a loooooong fic lol, but! I'm making good progress, and I've managed to stay inspired and motivated for +6 years, so you can count on it getting finished, no matter how long it takes :)

10 of 59 chapters are drafted, one of which is pending review,

8 of the remaining 50 chapters are in progress,

The word-count as of writing this post is 23.5k.

I'm sure a few of you have followed for this fic/pieces of the boi, and I think about that constantly especially since it's still a major wip lol ^-^' Not worry, I will not rush uwu

I'll link the masterpost of it though because I keep it updated with my progress, and also any good snippets I write :)

Full Moon Waning - Because I'm horrible and have so many thoughts all the time, I've actually started planning this; the sequel to Shifting Phases! I think I have some cool whump ideas, and it provides another chance to explore the worldbuilding and character backstories, so I think it has a lot to offer and will be fun to write :)

Plotting; jotting down vague ideas and arranging them in a semi-coherent order.

Eclipse Descending (AU) - Oh this one is incredibly fun and fucked up, and somehow manages to be SO much darker in which Pete falls down a terrible path and becomes a hunter. It goes about as well as you'd expect lol. I explained the premise to a friend and she wondered, since it was so compelling, why it wasn't canon, and man, that's a fun thing to hear. It also means it's gonna be an absolute behemoth...

Plotting and detailing scenes simultaneously.

Caesar Salad (AU) - Remember how I said I wanted to stab my whumpee during the Ides of March? Guess which concept got WAY out of hand XD It will be a much shorter fic, but it's still a major project. It's an alternate secret reveal, so, it's an AU.

Detailing the scenes while trying desperately to come up with a resolution ^-^'

Anything Else? - Yep! I have a few other little scene/whump ideas that I'll eventually write out, but for now, I just keep them stored in a little au/idea doc. I'm still also working slowly on my BTHB card, and also the gift and several treats for the exchange I mentioned earlier, but I shan't be spoiling those :)

Favourite Tropes

Those of you who've been around me/know me will find that I am indeed very consistent XD Some of my favourite tropes include:

Bad caretaker/s

Collapse

Compromised mobility

Dehumanisation and animalisation

Domestic abuse

Emotional whump

Environmental whump

Hyper/hypothermia

Long-term injuries and scars

Near-death of the whumpee

Nightmares/Night terrors

Nonhuman whumpees (usually vampires, demons... and especially mer)

Panic attacks

PTSD

Restraints, especially creative ones

Secret angst-- whumpee having to keep their species/identity secret for their personal safety, and because they fear they'll be rejected by the ones they love most

Severe sickness

Species-specific whump

Starvation

Transformation whump

... and so many more...! Also, caretakers and whumpers are not necessary for me to enjoy the whump ^-^

#wij23day1 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #whumpmas in july #wij #whumpblr #whump community #whump intro #whump reintro #whump writer #whump artist #omfg how do i count #i can't fucking count i either made an error on chapter count here or on the masterpost shit shit shit lmao #i can count it's just whether i count them the same way lol

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sturmhondsdemjin · 8 months

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Seven part three

He tilts the phone over toward the driver’s seat. “Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.”

“Good morning, strumpet,” Henry says, glancing away from the road to wink at the camera. He’s looking fresh-faced and relaxed, all rolled-up sleeves and soft gray linen, and Alex feels calmer knowing somewhere in Wales, Henry got a decent night’s sleep.

“I beg of you. Alex, what part of ‘nothing he cannot do’ did you think was worth testing? Honestly, you are going to get us all killed.”

“That’s the goal,” Alex says happily.

Pez frees himself by licking Henry’s palm and continues talking. “Frolic naked in the hills, frighten the sheep, return to the house for the usual: tea, biscuits, casting ourselves upon the Thighmaster of love to moan about Claremont-Diaz siblings, which has become tragically one-sided since Henry took up with you. It used to be all bottles of cognac and shared malaise and ‘When will they notice us’—”

“Don’t tell him that!”

“—and now I just ask Henry, ‘What is your secret?’ And he says, ‘I insult Alex all the time and that seems to work.’”

“I will turn this car around.”

Alex curls around his phone and his pillow as the sun comes up over DC. He’s always wanted to be a person with a legacy in this world. Henry is undoubtedly, determinedly that. It’s a little intoxicating.

There’s a huge garden party at the White House, and Nora is there in a dress and blazer and a sly smile, pressing a kiss to the side of Alex’s jaw.

“The last of the White House Trio finally graduates,” she says, grinning. “And he didn’t even have to bribe any professors with political or sexual favors to do it.”

“I think some of them might finally manage to purge me from their nightmares soon,” Alex says.

“Y’all do school weird,” June says, crying a little.

It starts with a fund-raiser, a silk suit and a big check, a nice white-tablecloth event. It starts, as it always does, with a text: Fund-raiser in LA next weekend. Pez says he’s going to get us all matching embroidered kimonos. Put you down for a plus-two?

[…] where Alex gets to properly meet Bea for the first time. She’s much shorter than Henry, shorter even than June, with Henry’s clever mouth but their mom’s brown hair and heart-shaped face. She’s wearing a motorcycle jacket over her cocktail dress and has a slight posture he recognizes from his own mother as a reformed chainsmoker. She smiles at Alex, wide and mischievous, he gets her immediately: another rebel kid.

Pez has, as promised, six matching silk kimonos waiting in the limo, each one embroidered across the back with a different riff on a name from a movie. Alex’s is a lurid real and says HOE DAMERON. Henry’s lime-green one reads PRINCE BUTTERCUP.

“Oh, dear,” Henry says, peering down into his empty shot glass. “What’s in these? Vodka?”

“Yep,” Nora confirms, to which both Pez and Bea break into fits of giggles.

“What?” Alex says.

“Oh, I haven’t had vodka since uni,” Henry says. “It tends to make me, erm. Well―”

“Flamboyant?” Pez offers. “Uninhibited? Randy?”

“Fun?” Bea suggests.

“Excuse you, I am loads of fun all the time! I am a delight!”

“Hello, excuse me, can we get another round of these please?” Alex calls down the bar.

Bea screams, Henry laughs and throws up a V, and it all goes hazy and warm in the way Alex loves. They all tumble into a round booth, and the lights are low, and he and Henry are keeping a safe distance, but Alex can’t stop staring at how the special-effect beams keep hitting Henry’s cheekbones, hollowing his face out in blues and greens. He’s something else―half-drunk and grinning in a $2,000 suit and a kimono, and Alex can’t tear his eyes away.

Nora has produced a bottle of champagne and starts spraying Henry with it, and Alex loses his mind laughing, climbs on top of his seat and wolf whistles.

Alex feels a tug on his arm―Bea, dragging him down to the stage. She grabs his hand and sounds him in a ballerina twirl, and he puts one of her roses between his teeth, and they watch Henry and grin at each other through the noise. Alex feels somewhere, under the fifty layers of booze, something crystal clear radiating off her, a shared knowledge of how rare and wonderful this version of Henry is.

“Bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry,”

#sturmhond reads #red white and royal blue #history huh? bet we could make some (book)#cornbread knows what i have done (book)#unguarded henry is best henry

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thebonemanwrites · 1 year

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Oblivion

It was the eye of God that loomed over her with swirling, blinding light that pulled and stretched around an immense rim. But the center was soulless, a void, an all-consuming darkness that dove into oblivion.

Commander Williams was caught on the brink, somewhere between light and dark, between then and now, but her heart felt still. Even as she saw in her periphery the flashing red light and heard the dull buzzing that warned her of her depleting oxygen levels, she found peace, or even beauty, in the sight before her as she drifted towards that golden halo.

“Krshh—Commander! Commander! Pilot Hikaru Fujioka reporting that the entirety of the crew is safe…what the hell are you doing?!”

A thin smile crossed her face as she gave a little sigh. “Just having a party, Fujioka. The light show is to die for.”

“Penny, this isn’t funny!”

There was a pause, accompanied only by the constant buzzing of the oxygen tank. She curled her thick fingers, hearing them crack within her great, hulking gloves, before she could answer.

“I know that it’s not funny, Pilot,” Williams said, her voice cutting and precise, “Just had to get Dr. Ibanez back in before the hole could swallow them up too—and well…got stuck.” She gave a long sigh, a muddled swear. “If I’m going to die, I’d like to get a damn laugh in before I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that, Pen—“

“I’ll say what I want to, Pilot.”

The news stations back home must have been having a field day now with this broadcast. But what did it matter anymore?

It wasn’t like they could fire her…

But she could feel the tension in the static that ensued, hear the deep sigh he gave on the other end. She knew it was taking him every ounce of energy to not swear on public broadcast, and even now she could see him splintering a pencil in half with his slender, funny fingers.

“I’m sorry, Fuji,” she spoke after a long time, “But you know the science, better than I do—“

“—Doppler shifting?”

“Doppler shifting.”

More static.

Doppler shifting—when the frequencies of light shift either to shorter, more violent wavelengths or longer, redder wavelengths. For Commander Williams, it was the latter. Fujioka could see her growing brighter, redder, bending, curling, distorting, as if she were being viewed through a magnifying glass. Williams could see her own hand curl before her eyes.

“It’s too late then.”

“Yep.”

“You’ve got kids.”

“I know that.”

The exchange was dry, but that was fine. Tears are a P.R. nightmare. Besides, the both of them could hardly manage to cry if they wanted to. Williams felt serenity taking her over, felt everything around her begin to slow, her thoughts beginning to drift, but she was fine.

She was tired.

“We could send a probe,” Fujioka’s voice brought her mind back into focus. “Something for you to grab onto, you know? Lasso you in?”

“Like we’re Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?”

“Would you shut the fuck up?”

“Watch your mouth, Pilot!”

There was a harsh crackle of paper being torn to shreds and pelting an echoing, until it fell into a static hush then a wounded, “Acknowledged, Commander…”

A soft huff on the speaker foamed into a crackling wave, causing Commander Williams to purse her lips. She knew that she would have been the same, if not worse, if he was out here and she was planning to lasso him in instead.

It was like old times, really…

“It’s not your fault,” she began, her voice beginning to tremble like steel beams scaffolding a crumbling building, “I know that you think it is, and you’d best get that nonsense out of your head because—“

“—Penny, please—“

“—don’t you ‘Penny, please’ me—”

“According to the radiation levels you are transmitting, it appears that you’re beginning to breach the event horizon. Anything else you want me to do, Commander?”

The shift in tone was sudden, snapping her back to attention of what was around her. Her field of view was growing wider as glittering flashes of light twinkled by like stardust riding on the wind. But up ahead was that immense darkness, the mouth of Hell.

“Just talk to me, Fuji,” Williams sighed, resigned. She was finally beginning to shudder in her suit, her heart beginning to race. This was real.

There was a gentle chuckle on the other end that somewhat eased her, caused her lips to pull up into a tepid smile.

“About what?”

“Anything.”

She was desperate. Desperate to not be alone as she drifted into a seeming void, to at least have some contact before…

“You heard about Ren, right?” Fujioka began, a lightness to his voice, “He started to walk a few months ago…think he’ll be running around by now, don’t you think?”

Williams felt a giggle being pulled from her, but she didn’t feel as if it was her own voice, only feeling the wobble in her throat, “Oh? Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah. He’ll probably be running to me when I get back,” he giggled in reply, “Karen will have a handful until then.”

“I bet…Abby was only stumbling when I left, and Jamal’s been talking. Full sentences now, can you believe it?” She laughed, but it suddenly broke, her voice splintering as her lips trembled, “He’s always been so talkative, and now…and now…”

And now she was alone, wasn’t she? Alone with a disembodied voice, but alone. She looked around her, to the inky black that filled her view now. It was amazing, how terrifically black it was, darker than anything imaginable, any shade she’d ever seen. Williams’s eyes could hardly comprehend what was before her, the immense depth that twisted the mind into knots, the hole, the rip, the tear that bent and shredded time and space, puncturing it so that all reality seemed to drain in the abyss.

“Ah—!”

“Penny?”

A streak of light suddenly rushed in past her, grazing against her sleeve before darting in, darting down, down until it warped and bent and twirled, before it tore itself apart and flushed down into the ether, vanished…

“Penny, your breathing is getting rapid. What’s going on in there?”

There was another that followed, another, flashes that burst and dissipated, strings and bursts and that faded into smoke, into dust balls of light.

“It’s…it’s black, it’s so black,” she began, “But there are flashes…light coming in, I can see it whizzing by me, before getting pulled forward and…collapsing…”

It was a phenomenon better than any light show, pure light at her level now. Her eyes were wide at the sight of gold and white flashing in her dark brown gaze, and she was mesmerized, almost smiling at the sight.

“What else do you see?”

“…black…”

Momma.

She saw Jamal instead, she saw Abby before her. They were grown and smiling wide, big and tall, they were smiling so wide…

“Fuji, I don’t wanna die.”

Krshh…

“Fuji, I don’t wanna di—”

Her voice slowed, lowering drastically in pitch, before cutting off completely. He ran his fingers through his straight, black hair, a long sigh pouring through his nose. He looked through the porthole; saw that halo swirling around that void. If he squinted, he could still see her image, the photons she had left behind, shifted red and slowly disintegrating away. He picked up half a pencil and chucked it at the porthole, biting back tears as he shook his head.

“Good luck to you, Penny…” he breathed as he watched the last of her photons fall away at last.

#short story #sci fi #science fiction #tw: death #tw: sui mention #astrophysics

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qyllenhaal · 3 years

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Good Wives Club [2]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Summary: It's been more than a year since she's escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn't care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what's rightfully his.

Warnings (series): Cheating, smut, violence, housewife kink, period-typical misogyny, age gap (about a ten year difference), manipulation, dark themes all around.

A/N: If anyone wants to be added to future tag list just let me know!

Y/n woke up at 5am with a dry mouth and her head spinning. Her night has been plagued with restlessness and she couldn't stay still. When she did fall asleep, it was for small periods of time. Each time she woke up she was not aware of where she was for the first five seconds, panic almost setting in before she registered the sound of her husband snoring.

The end of her irregular sleep cycle ended because she saw the hallway light was on. She sighed when realized it must be time for her husband to get ready for work. She virtually got no sleep and she'll probably be tired for the rest of the day.

She gets up from their creaky bed and starts walking down the hallway. It takes a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightness as she slowly plods down the hallway. She follows the light to the bathroom where she can hear her husband getting ready for work. On the days he goes in this early Y/n is relieved that she doesn't have to get up and cook breakfast for him.

The door is cracked but she opens it to find him inside. She situates herself in the doorway, watching him shave his face through the mirror.

"Good morning," he spoke with a scratchy voice. Even though Y/n didn't marry Llewellyn for love, she's still attracted to him and likes his company most of the time. She feels an ache inside of her that wants him to take her, but after running into Lee last night she's afraid she won't be able to get Lee's face out of her mind while beneath her husband.

"Good morning. Going in early?"

"Yep. Dad wants to do inventory today since he put it off last week."

"Oh okay," she accepts quietly, ready to leave her husband alone so he can get ready in peace.

However he asks her a surprising question, "hey, did you enjoy last night?"

"Uh, it was fine I guess. Did you?" Her hope is that he at least enjoyed himself somewhat.

"You know I don't like that super fancy stuff like that, but I have to eat crow; it wasn't all that bad and Bodecker's not as bad as I thought. He's kind of a funny guy. I still think he's not as hard on crime like everyone claims he is, but personally, he's not that bad. Florence was nice too. She invited us to dinner on Wednesday night, apparently that's the only night Lee has off. I told her we'd be able to join them."

The turn of events was shocking. Y/n couldn't believe her ears and she thought maybe she indeed was still asleep. Lou was not fond of many people and his only "friends" were his two brothers so him warming up to Lee and Florence left her speechless. So speechless that she didn't register the fact that he accepted a dinner invite for them.

"What?"

"What do you mean ‘what’? You dragged me to that dinner last night and wanted me to be nice, and now you're confused when I do just that?"

"I-I'm not confused...just shocked," she admits truthfully, "I can't believe you want to go to someone’s house who isn't your mother house for dinner —are you sure you want to go?"

"We're going Y/n."

His tone of voice indicates that the conversation is done and over with and the decision has been made. Y/n didn't even get to contest his decision but Lou can tell when Y/n is in a defiant mood. Her folding her arms and walking away was confirmation for him. She stalks her way back to the bedroom where she takes to hiding under the covers.

Lee and Lou under the same roof — it makes her stomach churn just to think about it. They're wildly different from each other but the thing she hates about them is what they have in common.

All she can hope is that this nightmare ends and she wakes back up to a life without Lee's ghost lingering around.

She decided to go with a floral dress again. She really wanted to take out the checkerboard dress that made her legs look good and showed off her arms, but Lou would have made her change before she had the chance to step out of the house. The floral print is dizzying, but it's the kind of dress that Lou likes to see her wear.

It's just a small dinner at the Bodecker's house but Y/n opts for kitten heels instead of sensible flats. She feels obligated to look her best despite there being less people to dress for. She's never been alone with Florence save for that day at the grocery store. Florence is always dressed to the 10's and Y/n needs to look just as good, if not better. She claims to hate Lee, but it would be so satisfying if she caught Lee ogling her breasts.

"Are you ready?"

Y/n thought Lou was too dressed up for a home dinner of four. He wore a pinstriped suit and those nice leather shoes he bought himself around the holidays.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she sighs in an attempt to let off some steam.

It was a shorter drive than Y/n expected. Florence hadn't disclosed where she lived before, but Brewer Heights wasn't that for them to live at a distance. The sun was nearly dipped over the horizon and the remaining light that hits their house makes it look like a model home. Everything little aspect and detail Y/n was going to compare herself too. She lives in a nice house, but Florence lives in a nicer house. It tears her up knowing she has the ultimate upper hand over Florence in the form of her own husband and she can't even act upon it. She would royally fuck up her life and their lives too if she decide to let her jealousy get the best of her.

As she walks up their stairs as another man's wife, she accepts that she is jealous. She's always been jealous of Florence even when she didn't know her name. What made her so worthy of all of these things? Lee used to act like he hates the woman so she must be a bitch behind closed doors. It wouldn't be surprising if she is because most people in this town will smile in your face and then gossip about you a minute later.

Lou knocks on the door and only a second later Florence is opening the door with a big smile on her face and Lee right next to her. He wore his police uniform without the jacket while Florence looked like a Lilly Pulitzer catalog girl.

It only took one millisecond of their eyes locking together for Y/n to feel the electricity between her and Lee. She drags her eyes away from his, but she can bet that he has a smirk on her face. He always liked to see her squirm; in a good and bad way.

"Y/n, Llewellyn! I'm so glad you could make it! Why don't you come on in," Florence steps to the side, nudging Lee over with her, to make way for Y/n and her husband.

Her eyes scan over every inch of their house. It's warm, cozy, and oddly comforting. Everything little thing was in its place; perfectly dusted and polished. Y/n is sure that Lee had no hand in decorating this place, it screams Florence through and through.

"Dinner is almost ready. I started the scalloped potatoes a little too late, but it should be done soon! Y/n, do you want to help me set the table?"

Y/n didn't want to leave her husband alone with Lee, but she also didn't want to be in the room with just them. She nods at Florence and follows behind her to their kitchen.

The house smells like Lou's parent's house on holidays. Y/n's stomach rumbles and she doesn't realize how hungry she was. She despises herself for wanting Florence's cooking, but she barely ate today because of how nervous she was.

"I already laid out the place mates, you can place the plates and silverware."

Y/n picks up the expensive dining ware that Florence points towards. She wonders if Florence cooks like this all the time, even when Lee works well into the night.

The walls of their dining room have an awful floral pattern. Y/n is beginning to become sick at the sight of anything that pertains to flowers. The cedar table is perfect for accommodating guests and Y/n wonders how many dinner parties they had in this room. Florence seems to put a lot of stock into being a good hostess. Y/n herself has yet to throw a dinner party at her home, but setting the plates on someone else's dining room table feels like practice. She silently imagines her house filled with Lou's family as she cooks dinner for them.

Florence enters the room and starts placing the dishes in the middle of the table. Her presence takes Y/n out of her fantasy, and when she sees how Florence made a 3-course-meal she feels worse.

"Does the food look good? I tried some new recipes from Julia Child's cookbook to try to impress you and Llewellyn," she admits, "I wasn't sure what you two would like, but Lee loves when I make those recipes from Julia Child and I bet Llewellyn would love it too! I could lend you the book some time!"

"Of course. I love her work!" Y/n lies straight through her teeth. She has no clue who the hell Julia Child is.

Florence grabs one last thing before calling the husbands into the dining room. She places one beer on the coasters designated for Lee and Lou. Lou has never been much of a drinker, but she knows that Lee can knock down a few beers in one sitting. He might be on his best behavior tonight in front of his wife and company.

"Dinner's ready!" Florence called out.

Y/n took her seat on the right side of the table and Florence sat opposite of her. Their husbands come walking in laughing as if they were young boys sneaking back into the house during a family get together. Y/n doesn't like it; she doesn't like it at all. They look too cheery with each other and she knows that Lee is doing it on purpose — she can see it in his eyes when he quickly glances at her. He takes pride in making her uncomfortable. Y/n wishes she had that same affect on him to scare him off a bit, but no matter how chummy she gets with Florence, Lee looks unbothered.

Florence stands up from her seat as if she's presenting the food on the table to an audience. Everything is placed perfectly with the main dish being the middle of the smaller plates.

"This looks great honey, you made a whole feast," Lee walked up to Florence's side and kissed on the cheek. Y/n's eyes are trained on his hand snaking around her waist and giving her a light squeeze before letting go. When she pulls her eyes away from his hands, she sees that Florence almost looks shocked at her husband's affection; Lee is definitely putting on a show for Y/n and it's a damn good one.

Lee sits opposite of Lou and the first thing he does is open his beer. The food isn't even on plates anymore and he's drinking.

"I hope you like Schmidt's, Llewellyn. Lee loves it so it's all we have in the house."

"I'm not one to drink beer often, but I'll try it. And call me Lou, Florence."

Lou was acting out of his normal character. Him only interacting with his family and Y/n left him a bit awkward in the presence of others, but around Florence and Lee he seems to be much...warmer. If Lee was someone else then Y/n would be over the moon, but because it's him she can't even force herself to even look happy about it.

Y/n takes note of how Florence places portions of food on Lee's plate. They were small portions too. She was always strict about what he ate and how much he drank. She's surprised Florence is letting him drink tonight, but she must be trying to look nicer in front of guests.

Y/n was not as controlling as Florence. She always let Lou fix his plate to his liking. She thought it made her a good wife for letting her husband make his own decisions. But Y/n felt a tap on her shoulder after she finished making her own plate. He looked down at his empty plate before looking back at her and nodded towards the food.

"Y/n," he tries to whisper but his tone is rather harsh.

"What?" She whispers back in true confusion.

"My plate."

He looked at her as if she was crazy, as if it was a common occurrence for her to fix his plate. She starts to scramble to save herself from further embarrassment, the sound of silverware against plates so loud. She can feel the stares coming from the other side of the table but she doesn't dare look up.

Her skin began to grow hot. Her husband had embarrassed her in front of Lee and Florence. The worst part was when Florence tried to change the subject to something lighthearted to pull the attention off of Y/n. She felt small and useless. Lou never expected her to fix his plate, but he looked at her as if she was crazy for not doing so. She didn't want to spend dinner almost in tears. This changed behavior in her husband is giving her whiplash and making her dizzy.

"So, Y/n, did you enjoy the other night?"

"It was really nice Florence," she replies sheepishly.

"Susie and I put so much work into planning it. You should join us next time! We're going to start working on the fundraising events for Lee's next campaign-"

"Let's not talk about that tonight Florence," Lee interrupts. It was a moment that would've left Y/n embarrassed if she was in Florence's shoes but Florence was much better at masking her emotions. Only for a split second can Y/n see Florence flinch at his interjection before she just smiles.

"Sorry Lee, you know how excited I get about those things," she masks her apology in a cheery voice.

Dinner basically became a probe of Y/n and Lou's relationship. Florence wanted to know how they met, when they got married, how long they had been together, and what their future plans together were. Y/n let Lou answer the last question by herself because she genuinely didn't know what their future plans were. Lou usually wakes up and decides what major life change they're going to undertake, that's what happened when he decided to move to Brewer Heights.

When the topic of work came up, Y/n thought the coast was clear. Lou talked extensively about the work he does with his father and what his plan is for the next five years regarding the business.

"Once my father retires I'll have to hire someone to do his job. I didn’t go study in school after high school so I can't take over his position, even though it would make things easier."

"I'm sure you can find someone. I know it's rare for someone to leave the city and come to this little town, but Brewer Heights is always a nice incentive!"

"It is nice here," Lou agrees, "and it's quiet. We were in Meade before which is okay-"

"But, it's nothing like Brewer Heights," Florence interjects. "So, Y/n, what did you do before meeting Lou?"

Lee had not looked her way since the plate-fixing incident but his eyes were sure on her now. If his mouth wasn't stuffed with food he'd be grinning from ear to ear waiting for her answer. He knows she's not a good liar, but she's going to have to come up with something.

"I helped my mom with her business. She used to sell fruit preserves out of the house before she passed."

It wasn't a complete lie. She did help her mother label her jars, but that became less frequent when her hours picked up at Tecumseh. Her parents didn't know about her job either; she told them she was a waitress and it was a safe lie seeing as they didn't go out to diners.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sure she was a lovely woman if she raised such a lovely daughter! Have you ever thought of continuing her business?"

"Not really. It was pretty small. I still make the preserves sometimes for Lou and I."

"If you wouldn't mind, would you be interested in making some for us one day? You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's just so hard to find any good fruit preserves around town." Florence's social habits were very transparent once you were around her for long; she tends to make it impossible for people to say no to her by making them feel bad about even possibly saying no.

"I'd love to Florence. I have fresh peaches at home and I can make peach preserves."

"Oh I'd love that so much," she fawns, "a jar for me and a jar for Lee! He loves his sweets."

"I'm not too big on peaches, Flo. You know I like cherries more."

"You always have," she leans into him and pats him on the chest before straightening up again.

The audacity of Lee is astounding, however not only is he a cop, he's the sheriff. It's such a cowardly move to pick at Y/n when she can't react, but what someone would call cowardly, he'd call fun. She looks like she wants to disappear from her spot and it scratches an itch for him. He missed seeing her get flustered and if he'd known that it would be much more enjoyable to taunt her while his wife was around, he would have found a reason a long time ago to bring her around.

And as if the night couldn't be more humiliating for her, Lou finished his plate before anyone else. He devoured the food on his plate, like a starved man. Y/n felt embarrassed when her husband went for seconds. He never eats this much at home, even when she makes his favorite meals. It makes her want to reach across the dinner table and smack Florence in the face. She hates her; she hates that she has to smile in her face and be friends with her. It's her own fault for continuing this "friendship" with Florence, but her rage makes her blind to her own faults.

She could ruin Florence's life with one sentence: "I've been fucking your husband for years." She'd cause a scene but it would be so gratifying.

Instead she just shuts her mouth and lets dinner continue without anymore incidents.

Y/n thought it would show she was grateful for dinner if she helped Florence with the dishes. She was glad to accept Y/n's help and the two spent their time in the kitchen while Lee and Lou sat on the back porch. With Lee's influence, Lou took another drink out back with him. Y/n wondered what they had to talk about, but she would truly not like to know.

"Your wife cooks like that every night, sheriff?"

"Enough with the title. And she cooks every night, but she went a little overboard since she was happy with having guests," he tells him. If it was anybody else, Lee would just answer the questions and not have any for himself. However, he really wants to know what Y/n has been up to since she's adopted this new image. "How about Y/n? Does she cook for you like that?"

"Not at all. She tries, but she's not the good of a cook," he brings the alcohol up to his lips before pulling away and sighing, "she tries but it's just not her best."

"Her mother didn't teach her how to cook?"

"I don't know much about her family. Her mother was dead when I met her and her father doesn't seem to be doing so well. They're from the same area as my folks but moved when they had Y/n. Maybe she was just too spoiled considering she's an only child."

Y/n's past was a mystery to Lee too, but he's surprised to learn she hasn't opened up to her husband. All he knows is that whether it was her home life or not, something had messed her up and it was almost made worse by her time at Tecumseh. He isn't sure how she made it out, but so much of her old life still bleeds through.

"You know I thought I was getting a good girl. One that would clean and have dinner ready when I get home," Lou continued.

Lee wanted to laugh in his face. Lou is proof that you can come from a smart family and still be dumb as rocks. How could he not know what type of girl Y/n was when he first laid eyes on her? She'd dress just like his sister Sandy; shorts that suffered from mistreatment over the years and a sleeveless blouse that was always stained. He's sure her hair was mussed up that day too. Many people would mistake her for a whore (which many people did see her as one even though she didn't outright sell her body to anyone).

"It can't be that bad," Lee tried to vouch for his former lover. Even he can name some good qualities about her; they just don't include any wifely qualities.

"It's not, but things could be better. Anytime I tell her to shape-up she gets this timid look on her face and flinches a little bit. I try to be nice and gentle but I'm losing my patience with her. I’m not looking to leave her, but what’s the point of marrying a woman who can’t do anything? She won’t even talk to me about having kids — was Florence ever like this?”

“No. Her family is from here so she’s been primed to be a housewife. But I will say it’s not all that fun havin’ a doting wife…she’s overbearing at times and I can never unwind with her around. She’s always on my ass about somethin’.”

Lee felt the need to vouch for Y/n. Anytime he would go to Tecumseh, she would accompany out back or get into his cruiser whenever he told her to. All the gritty things he dealt with at work, everything he kept inside, he dumped it on her. Florence would never sit there to listen to his grievances. Lee would never admit it, but he was vulnerable around Y/n, he knew that she would always be there to listen and he attached himself to that. In the beginning she wasn’t willingly listening to his problems but by the end she was. She took care of him when he was too drunk to go home, or she would let him take his stress and frustration out on her body. However, it doesn’t seem as if Lou is budging; his mind is made up.

“I work long hours. My father is putting more responsibilities on me. I put Y/n in that nice home, the least she could do is not serve me burnt food. Hangin’ around Florence and that Susie woman should have at least influenced her or something,” he continued to complain.

Florence was the last person that would be able to influence a girl like Y/n. Lee didn't know why his wife was seemingly grooming that girl. If anything it was just another person for her to control since Lee started telling her to knock it off. The only time she can get away with controlling her husband is if they're in the company of others where Lee has to be on his best behavior.

Y/n is not the type to be influenced by another woman. The only woman she held in high regard was her mother. Y/n listens to male authority. She listens to a man that will rough her up a little bit but then be sweet on her afterwards. She’s a little fucked up and jaded from her former “profession.” Lee knows this, but not Lou. He seems to know nothing of her past and Lee isn’t going to snitch on her.

“I can talk to Florence and see if she can do something. I know she likes taking people under her wing and shit. She seems to really like Y/n too.”

“I’d greatly appreciate that Lee. I know I sound like I’m hard on her, but I do love her. It’s hard for me to show when she just doesn’t put any effort in.”

"Don't worry. I'll talk to Florence — I'll make everything right."

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sjmsstuff · 3 years

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Light and Dark

Chapter 3

A/N: back at it again, this time with a slightly shorter chapter, I’ve been swamped with work, don’t hate me x. Small bit of angst but like not loads.

Warnings: major warning for sexual abuse if you want to skip it just stop reading at <~> and start when you see it again, just know Gwyn had a nightmare.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6,

Gwyn was entirely sure she was an idiot.

A fool, an imbecile, an utter buffoon.

She could hardly look at Az all morning at training and then she could hardly think of anything but him as she worked in the library.

Nesta came down an hour after they parted at training, looking flushed and happy.

It was astonishing the difference between who she was when she first arrived and the female who stood before her now. Happiness radiated from Nesta when it used to disapate in her presence. Her slender frame was no longer thin and skinny but toned and full. Her eyes looked less weary and the bags had disappeared.

The two friends chatted as Nesta completed her duties for Clotho and Gwyn scampered through the jobs Merril had given her.

Thankfully the cranky priestess was cloistered in her office for the evening, meaning Gwyn could talk without needing to look over her shoulder every few minutes, like a guilty man waiting to be apprehended.

Merril was still researching the idea of multiple worlds layering on top of each other. To be completely honest Gwyn had no idea what she was on about half the time but nodding and scurrying hadn’t failed her yet.

She left Nesta hours later to return to the dreaded office with an assortment of copied and highlighted texts that Merril had requested, each organised and double checked to avoid any scenes.

Though Gwyn had thoroughly enjoyed the first clash of her friend and her superior, she was not especially eager for a rematch. Clotho may be upset if one of the cleverest priestesses could no longer write.

Or breathe.

Merril was sitting with her back to the door when Gwyn entered, so she quietly deposited the books on a small table. Merril waved her off without looking up and Gwyn took that to mean she was dismissed.

Dinner was a dismal affair. She was close with a few of the other girls but shared nothing like the connection she, Nesta, and Emerie lived for. Probably because she hadn’t killed and nearly died for her fellow priestesses.

They were missing out.

Gwyn returned to her dormitory that night, resolutely not thinking about hazel eyes, soft mouths or slender, scarred fingers.

Instead she drifted off to sleep, humming a quiet melody.

<~>

Hands grabbed her waist, her heart. Someone was screaming, it sounded like her sister but she wasn’t sure.

She wasn’t even sure how she could hear anything over the pounding heartbeat in her ears.

How could Gwyn have a heartbeat when she was dead? Maybe she wasn’t dead yet, maybe she was just dying. It would be over soon.

Men laughed around her. Bile crept up her throat.

Her skirts were around her waist.

Cold wood bit into the back of her bare thighs.

Her thighs were forced open. There was a speck of soot on the ceiling.

Someone should probably clean that off.

She thrashed but it was no use when her wrists were locked. They felt trapped in stone.

Stone that smelled of death and stone that dug it’s nails into her wrists, biting like the teeth of a hound.

His sweat dripped down onto her face. It felt too similar to blood. The children’s blood, Catrin’s blood.

He robbed that special occasion from her. She wanted it to be important, it was supposed to be important, that moment in a woman’s life and it was stolen.

He was finished.

More lined up.

She stopped thrashing. She couldn’t move.

Broken.

Another unbuckled his belt.

A slash of red, then glowing blue siphons and-

<~>

Gwyn woke with a gasp.

She was out of bed and tugging on a dressing gown before she could even think about what she was doing.

Out of the dormitories and up into the library. It was quiet, fae lights burned low and sleep hung heavy in the silence.

It was probably hours away from dawn.

Up the stairs and there, a door. She swung it open and Nesta stood before her.

“Gwyn? What are you-“ Nesta looked concerned, Gwyn probably looked a state.

Cassian stood behind his mate, blade in hand, scanning the hall.

Nesta reached for her but she jerked out of reach, she needed-

“Gwyn?”

A smooth, deep voice. She almost collapsed in relief.

Instead she turned towards the warrior standing at the foot of the stairs.

Gwyn fell against his chest before she realised she had moved. Strong hand wrapped around her, then quickly withdrew. Soft shadows encased her instead. Singing soft words of comfort and they soothed her.

Azriels chest rumbled as he spoke to Nesta and Cassian. Then he attempted to guide her up the stairs but she clung to him.

He was the only solid thing in the raging sea and she wasn’t going to let go of her lifeline.

Instead Azriels strong arms wrapped around her legs and waist and she was softly carried into a room that smelled like home. ***

Gwyn woke hours later as dawn filtered through large windows that covered one wall. She was curled in an armchair, a softly moving pillow rising and falling beneath her head.

A pillow that smelled a lot like Azriel.

She shifted slightly in his lap to look up at his sleeping face. Dark eyelashes that shadowed high cheekbones, fluttered slightly. Gwyn shifted some more, readying to get up, but strong arms wrapped around her, tucking her in close, burying his head in her hair.

She sat there, comfortable in Azriels arms for minutes or hours until the sun rose fully, bringing with it the realisation of where she was, and what had brought her to this comforting embrace.

Embarrassment shifted her weight again, waking Azriel fully. His arms loosened, hazel eyes filling with concern, no doubt from the memories of the night before.

Gwyn rose fully, “Thank- Thank you for that,” she gestured vaguely to the chair they had been tucked in on, “But it really wasn’t necessary for you to sleep with me in your arms, your neck probably hurts and you would’ve been more comfortable in your own bed, not that I’d want to be in your bed,” Gods what was she saying? “It’s just that you probably would’ve been-“

“Gwyn.” Az still lay prone in the armchair, wearing loose bottoms and a thin sleeping shirt. Gods he was pretty in the early sunlight.

“Ye- Yes?”

“It’s alright,” He smiled softly, “I’ve slept in worse conditions and you didn’t really want me to let you go.”

Mother, could she get any more red?

“And, well,” he coughed slightly, “it didn’t really seem proper to bring you to my bed.”

Yep, she definitely could get more red.

“Oh, well, em, thank- thank you, again” she was making it worse.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

No. Yes? No, she wasn’t ready to relive that experience before breakfast. She had only told two people what happened. Nesta and Emerie. Azriel knew because he was there but she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“No, I’m fine.”

His expression was unreadable, but he rose, “Come, let’s eat breakfast. Cass and Nesta might join us, if they can separate for long enough.” ***

Nesta and her mate were indeed sitting next to each other at the table when Gwyn entered.

Nesta smiled kindly at her and Cassian winked in greeting before returning to the conversation with his mate. Gwyn took in the easy nature with which they chatted, Nesta occasionally leaning back to laugh at something Cassian said, the way Cassian’s eyes seemed to flare with pride every time.

She glanced over at Azriel who sat across the table from her and realised he had been watching her.

She resisted the temptation to look down, instead keeping his gaze and smiling back when he smirked at her.

Gwyn realised belatedly that Nesta had said something to her.

“What?”

Her friend’s eyes flickered between Gwyn and Azriel, “I said ‘you and I need to get Emerie and go to Velaris’. Rhys kindly agreed to winnow us and he’ll be here in about an hour.”

Gwyn’s brows furrowed, “Why are we going to Velaris?”

Gwyn had been to the city of starlight only a few times, but enjoyed each excursion immensely.

Nesta smirked, “We’re going dress shopping for Starfall.”

Chapter 4

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itsthemysterykids · 2 years

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We've had some Encanto scenes, can we get some from other awesome movies?

Neil: *Stuck in a well* HELP ME!

Coraline: It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.

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Norman: … I see dead people.

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Wybie: *On the phone* I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career… In mechanics. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my friends go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.

Gideon: … *High voice* Okay, bye!

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Mabel: Uh-oh.

Lili: Don't tell me. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.

Mabel: Yep.

Lili: Sharp rocks at the bottom?

Mabel: Most likely.

Lili: … Bring it on.

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Wybie: *Looks out the window* Oh, look! Another glorious morning!… Makes me sick.

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Lili: Don't worry about always coming in second, Aquato.

Raz: You know everything they say about you is wrong, Lili. You actually do have a sense of humor.

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Wybie: That there is Neil Downe. He is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Jonesy sat next to him in English last year.

Coraline: He asked me how to spell 'orange'.

Wybie: That tall one, that's Norman Babcock.

Coraline: He’s super rich because his dad invented toaster strudels.

Wybie: Norman is in everybody's business. He knows everything about everyone.

Coraline: That's why his hair is so big. It's full of secrets.

Wybie: And evil takes a human form in Raz Aquato. Don't get me wrong, he may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing ass faced shit-bag but in reality, he’s so much more than that.

Coraline: He’s the Queen Bee, the Star. Those other two are just his little workers.

—

Coraline: Say crack again!

Wybie: Crack! *He and Coraline walk away*

Raz: Why were you talking to Wybie Lovat?

Dipper: I don't know, I mean, he’s so weird, he just, you know, came up to me and started talking to me about crack.

Raz: He's so pathetic. Let me tell you something about Wybie Lovat. We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first girlfriend Lili who was totally gorgeous but then she moved to Indiana, and Wybie was like, weirdly jealous of her. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Lili, he’d be like, "Why didn't you call me back?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-guys pool party, I was like, "Wybie, I can't invite you, because I think you're gay." I mean I couldn't have a gay dude at my party. There were gonna be guys there in their *bathing suits*. I mean, right? He was a GAY. So then his grandma called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so dumb. And then he dropped out of school because no one would talk to him, and he came back in the fall for high school, his hair was shorter and he was totally weird, and now I guess he’s on crack.

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Wybie: *Reading the entry on himself from the Burn Book* ‘Wybie Lovat: Homo.’ Oh, that’s original!

Coraline: *reading the entry on herself from the Burn Book* ‘Too gay to function?!’

Wybie: That's only okay when I say it!

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#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #incorrect quotes

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lilousmustaches · 3 years

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L.A nightmares

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: TW!!! Sexual harassement, authorities using their power in a nasty way, dissociating, anxiety.

Notes: Hey! Here i am after years writing Jensen x reader again! How do you feel about it? But okay... this fic. I had this idea when i saw a thread on twitter that told a story about an event that Jensen was with Danneel, they saw a girl being harassed and Jensen immediataly intervened. I can't find this post anywhere but i truly believe that he is that type of guy. Be safe out there ladies!

Summary: Jensen and the reader are co-stars and travel to L.A together, just to pass throught a series of unfortunate events.

xxXXxxXXxx

"Here's the next week script (Y/N)." A girl that worked around the set said polity handing you a large new script. You had seen her around before, what was her name? Lauren... Laura! Was Laura. You hated not knowing people's name, especially those who worked with you and for you, but it was so many people walking around, everyday a new person, that made it a bit hard.

"Thanks Laura!" You asked with a small smile that she retributed and walked away. You started to leafing through the next script seeing that you had more scenes in this episode than in the last two you appeared.

"(Y/N)!" Someone shouted making you immediately lift your gaze seeing a smiling Jensen in front of you. "I didn't know you would be here today!" He said hugging you and felt almost dizzy with his perfume. He was definitely one of most good smelling men you ever came across.

"You seen me yesterday J." You said laughing breaking the hug and the struggled.

"Still missing you though." He said putting his arms in your shoulders and started walking with you again. You had entered the Supernatural cast years before, being a really important character and recently, Sam's love interest. You didn't appeared on every episode but in the most of them, like Misha, for example. Because of this, he was one of your best friends, along with the boys that eventually you became inseparable. Always hanging out together, laughing and pranking each other. It truly was a family. Although you had to kiss Jared sometimes because of some scenes, you saw him practically like a older brother. But with Jensen... Well, that was a whole another story. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought that you had already taken the fight for L.A"

"I had to adjust some details of my last scene." You explained. "Why? You wanted me gone, that bad?" You joked hearing him huffing.

"Well, yeah, I can't even look at your face anymore." Jensen joked back making you roll your eyes and he laughed, squeezing you harder. "Just kidding sweetheart, you know pretty damn well that I never can bring myself to be tired of you." He said like it was nothing making you blush a little bit. Usual.

You were already in the outside part of the set and spotted Jared and Misha coming at your direction.

"Good things to say Ackles, because I will be going with you to L.A" You explained when the boys came closer.

"Really? Thank god you will be saving me from a boring trip with that moron." Jared said stepping up in the conversation referring to Jensen, because Misha wouldn't be able to go to this one, and you smiled. You would take a fight a few days earlier than the boys but because of the problem with one scene, you had to go with them.

"Really, argh, I'm so excited." You said making a strange face and they laughed. "It's going to be my first award!"

"It's gonna be fun." Jared said and Jensen smiled in adoration looking at you, lot shorter than him and a few years younger.

None of you knowing what kind of things this trip could bring. And man, there were a lot.

XxXxXxxXx

"Wow." Jensen breathed out stepping up in the apartment you would share in this three days in the city of angels, Los Angeles. Some of the cast had to come to be present in a award that was going to happen in the city. Jared and Genevieve, his wife, opted to stay in a hotel but you had this friend that was out of town and offered her place for you to stay, and you took it, inviting Jensen since you knew he wasn't a big fan of hotels.

"Pretty nice, hun?" You said with a little smile realizing that it had been a while since you stayed in there and he nodded.

"Tell me about it." He said looking around. The place was pretty wide and cozy. A little fancy but with a lot of little fun things, like a orange table, some colorful frames around and a blue fridge. Your personal favorite.

You two adjusted yourselves in the two guests rooms that had in the apartment beside the suite and started to get ready for the dinner Gen invited you. It was some friends of her and some producers, directors and a bunch of kind of important people in the movie industry. You didn't recognize any of the names Jensen told you that would be attempting to it, but why the hell not, you wanted a fun night with some of your friends.

You finally finished your makeup and with a last look in the mirror you step out of the room going to the living room, only to find Jensen there, sitting on the couch, ready to go, scrolling throught his phone. Soon as he heard your high heels getting closer, he lifted his gaze, losing his breath for the second time this day.

"Wow." He breathed out looking at you with a loose short black dress, red high heels and lipstick. "You look beautiful (Y/N)." He said honestly staring at you and you felt yourself blush.

The truth was that you were completely in love with him. For a few years now. Since you started the series, Jensen caught your eye. I mean, how could he not? He was handsome, funny, sweet, always smelling good and the most important thing.... He was caring. Jensen Ackles was one of the most caring guys you knew. Got a problem? Jensen would listen. Hell, Jensen would solve it. And not just with his closest friends, but with everybody around him. He always offered help, not matter what. He makes sure his PA, and the people around set already had breakfast before work. He makes sure to offers to take water, every time someone get drunk on the casts parties. It was the details. And you loved them all.

You quickly became friends, and you were okay with being just that. Besides the friendly flirting it's not like you expected something else. Just having someone as incredible as him to call your friend was enough.

"Well, you don't look too bad yourself." You said and he laughed, rolling his eyes getting up of the sofa. "But thank you."

"I meant it (Y/N), you look like you could break some hearts tonight." Jensen continued to compliment you as he opened the apartment door. "But let's go miss, Jared said that we are already late."

You called an Uber to take the two of you to the restaurant placed in DownTown, a district in Los Angeles, one of your favorite parts of the city. Although you enjoyed every little piece of it, you just loved L.A, it made you feel good. After some minutes in the car, and some easy going conversation with Jensen, the driver announced you had arrived. Just for the entrance you could tell it was fancy.

"I thought it was just a dinner." You said immediately when you entered the place, looking around seeing that the restaurant was closed for the event and everybody was up talking and walking around. Some waiters were passing serving some food and some of them with trays serving wine, whiskey and champagne.

"Yeah, I thought so too" Jensen said, looking around surprised as well. "Hollywood, and their people with grandeur complex." He said making you chuckle.

"(Y/N)! Jensen!" You heard and spotted Jared smiling and waving you, with Genevieve by his side. You and Jensen reached them, after a waiter stopped you offering something to drink, you went with wine and Jensen with whiskey. "You finally got here! I was already thinking you wouldn't make it."

"Stop being dramatic, we were just a little late." Jensen said hugging his friend and then Gen. You doing the same.

"(Y/N) is so good to see you, it has been a while hasn't it?" Gen said breaking the hug and you agreed. Since you became friends with Jared, the friendship with Gen came along and you two just hit so well, in the set, your friends was mostly males and you loved having some girl company when she was around. She introduced you to her friends, that first invited her to the event. They were also actors, and they explained how they met in a project Gen was part of when she was just beginning her career.

"So, are you guys excited about tomorrow? Heard you're competing in two categories right?" Aaron, one of Gen's friends, said referring to the awards you would be attending because of Supernatural.

"Yeah! Especially this girl here who is totally a award virgin." Jared joked putting his hands on your shoulders and you giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Can you blame me? It's a big step in someone's career!" You defended yourself. "Oh it definitely is! I remembering when I went to my first award, I was so nervous and I wasn't even running for anything." Aaron laughed taking a sip of his wine. "It's just a great place to meet important people."

"It sure is." Yan, the other friend, agreed. "But if I'm being honest, we are just in the right place for networking right now. Every big fish that can hire and fire you from any huge project in the industry is here tonight."

"I noticed... That guy over the balcony is practically one of CW's owners right?" Jensen said holding his whiskey, discreetly pointing at some guy behind you. Your turned around to look, after all one he was one of the owners of the channel Supernatural passed. The guy was a lot older, bald and plus sided, but you quickly turned around when he caught you facing.

"Yep, Tony Garcia." Aaron answered. The six of you passed a few more minutes talking and drinking, until they parted to talk to more people that was there. You got that Tony guy staring from time to time. You walked with Jensen for a bit, meeting some great and important people, as Yan had said. Talked for some time with Jared, he was already funny but got even funnier when he was tipsy. And finally, passed some time with Gen... until you had to go to the bathroom.

"(Y/N) right? The Supernatural star!" The Tony guy stopped you when you were getting out of the toilet, in your way back to Jensen that was laughing with some other three mans. You laughed a little embarrassed, why that guy knew your name? Okay, you literally worked for him but he was way far away in the enterprise.

"I don't if it could be called that, but yeah! I'm (Y/N), pleasure to meet you!" You said smiling extending your hand to him and he quickly shake his head.

"Nah, I don't do hand shakes with beautiful woman like you." Tony said with a laugh already pulling you to a hug. His hand in your back was dangerously close to your butt, his breath stank like whiskey - a great amount of that -, the tone of his voice and the intimacy he putted on the hug was enough to make you uncomfortable. This wasn't right. You could sense something was terrible wrong. "And believe me when I say beautiful, I mean something else."

"Ha ha." You gave him a yellow smile already grossed out by the man in front of you. What he was implying? "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Garcia, but if you excuse me I-..."

"So you know who I am!" He interrupted you, interrupting your way to leaving the conversation too. His tone already implied power and dominance, as if his name had a big weight in the conversation. "Well, as one of the CW's owners I have to say Supernatural brings a lot of benefits for us. I'm happy about the success of the series! I can see why the audience increased after your entrance." Tony said with pure maliciousness in his voice looking you up and down, showing no shame, looking you as if you were totally naked. "I believe woman don't last much on the show, but it would be a shame if you had to leave." He said and you knew that it was a threat. He was threading you.

You gulped feeling your throat burning from holding back tears. The only words that crossed your mind was 'Every big fish that can hire and fire you'. God, you were a woman, unfortunately harassment was something you experienced all your life but it didn't make any less painful anytime it happened. The fame industry was gross and you knew that. You heard horrible stories about girls having to do every kind of sick bullshit to only get a chance for audition. You were so thankful that none of it happened to you, that you found a show with the most respectful co-workers and producers you could ever think of. But there you were, face-to-face to some sick nasty man that had the power to fire you in a snap of his fingers.

"It would indeed." You said forcing a smile, taking a sip of the wine in your hands.

"I have to say, you have such a beautiful mouth." He said. "I wonder what it can do."

"It sure can drink." You said laughing nervously drinking the entire wine that was left in your glass. Only your glass was still half full. It didn't burned more than holding back the tears though.

"Oh princess, no need to be nervous around me." Tony said laughing and you immediately related to the sound of a pig. That was what he was. A pig. Once again he passed his arm around your body pulling you close and resting his hand, this time, just down your boob but close enough to be touching. You were trapped in his grip, so close to his face, feeling that alcohol breath. You couldn't think the last time you were so uncomfortable, you needed to get out of there, you just needed. Every single part of your body yelled dangerous. "We're all friends here.... We can even be more than it tonight."

"Hey." You heard a deep voice by your side and you almost missed the sight of Jensen's hard expression by the tears that now was blurring your eyes. "Let go man, I believe you're making her uncomfortable."

"Hey..." Tony laughed looking at Jensen, letting you go and you didn't noticed you were holding your breath until that moment. You immediately stepped away from Tony, going to Jensen's side. "We were just chilling... what? Playing Dean for so long that incorporated the hero type?"

"Yeah, it didn't look like chilling to me." Jensen said not losing his posture and not falling for any of his bullshit. Jensen was in the middle of a conversation with some directors, exchanges tips, when he saw you from far away simply drinking your whole glass of wine all at once. He knew you to well to notice something was wrong, and he didn't need more than 10 seconds to understand what was happening. "And relax! I know how to separate my character really well, but I do believe we have basic ethics principles in common."

"Okay smart boy." Tony said with now anger is his features. "Remembering who you are taking to. Supernatural can turn into a one star show really quick. And you..." He said turning to you. "Consider yourself fired."

"As far as I know you don't decide shit about my show, but I do know that you need to start respecting women." Jensen said in the same low tone, with anger in every word. "Excuse me."

Jensen leaded you the way making sure you didn't even pass near Tony again, he was with a gentle hand in your back almost not touching you and quickly you two were already outside and you saw him calling a cab.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), I got so angry... You wanna go home or you want to stay more? That dick won't get any closer to you, I promise." Jensen asked turning to you and looking straight into your eyes with concerned.

"I just wanna go home Jens." You said with a chocked voice letting the first tear fall down. You were in shock, practically shivering. You always says to yourself that the next time something like that happens, you were going to stand, be loud and not take it quietly. But every time you freeze. Every fucking time.

You dissociated the entire way back home, with a million thoughts in your head and at the same time, none. You noticed with the corner of your eyes, Jensen constantly looking at you to check and typing something on his phone, probably letting Jared know what happened and why you headed off. He didn't try to talk to you, and honestly you were grateful for that.

Immediately when you entered the apartment, you went to the shower. The water was burning hot but it felt like nothing in your body. You didn't know what trigged you so hard, thinking about it, the situation was kind of quick and it could have been a million times worse. But you were so scared that he would fulfill his word. Mans like him don't just accept being rejected, you felt so small.... Almost guilty. Tears started to fall down desperately and sobs got out of your mouth. You didn't know how much time you passed in the bath but saw some clothes in the bed you were sleeping when you got out. A grey sweatshirt and some boys shorts. Jensen.

"Hey..." You said with a small voice standing by the door of the room Jensen was sleeping, seeing him sitting by the end of the bed scrolling through his phone. "Thanks for the clothes."

"Comfort sweatshirt right?" He joked seeing you in his clothes, referring to when you stole it on set and he passed days looking for it until he found you sleeping in his coat and listen to the excuse that it was your 'comfort sweatshirt', that it made you happy and safe. "Hey... com' here"

Jensen said with a soft voice when he saw your face struggling to hold back the tears. He back out laying in the left side of the bed opening his arms for you to join him, and you immediately did. Nestling in his chest, he hugged you strong hearing you cry quietly into his neck.

"You know... This is not even the worst that happen to me." You said when you calmed down after some minutes of cuddling in silence and Jensen moved his face away just enough to stare at you, but stayed quiet waiting for you to get out of your chest whatever you needed. "These situations had been happening with me, well with all women, since before we even know what this means. Teachers, taxi driver's, superiors, random people in public places, friends... I just... Tell myself that the next time something like that happen I will stood up for it. But every time it happens I just loose all my courage."

"And this it's not on you (y/n). This is unacceptable, shouldn't be happening at all and it's not your fault not having a response for it. This shouldn't be a situation you must be prepared for." Jensen said frowning his eyebrows looking at you deadly serious. "I'm so sorry you have to go through that bullshit almost daily. It fucking pisses me off."

"Yeah I'm sorry too." You said with a weak smile feeling him stroking his thumb slowly in your back where his hand stood. "Do you think he can fire me?"

"No." Jensen said with certain. "He has nothing to do with Supernatural productions. And even if he could, I wouldn't let them. If he wants you gone, i would be gone too."

"Jensen..." You were speechless. "Us women really suffer daily, but it makes a little better knowing that there are at least some guys out there that truly respect us. I am lucky to have fell in a job full of you. I really appreciate what you did for me today Jensen."

"I'm always gonna be here for you (Y/N)... And it's truly that least I can do." Jensen said with a rough voice. "There was this time on set, before you were even in the series, that Jared's PA was harassed by a camera man... Nobody saw the moment and from one day to another she asked for resignation. Nobody understood and we continued to treat the guy like a friend for months until we finally discovered what happened. I just.... I'm just glad that I was there with you tonight."

You just gave him a small smile feeling your heart so full that could explode. It was an awful night, it really was. But Jensen... He was everything you could ever ask in a friend. You hugged him strong and got into a position where your foreheads were touching. Yours and Jensen's eyes were closed but you could feel his breathing and the warm of his lips almost touching yours. You didn't know how long you stayed in that position but you surely didn't want that to end.

"I could be like this every single day." You said before you even could stop yourself and frowned when the realization hit you. "Wait did I just confessed?"

He squeezed your waist to make you open your eyes that stood close because of the embarrassment, and you had to hold your breath when saw Jensen's green eyes, so vivid, looking so close at your tenderly.

"Yeah? Cause I would too" Jensen breathed out feeling a weight off his chest. What that really happening? The women he had feeling for months now, in front of him telling she liked him? He saw in your eyes the relief you felt cause of his confession and slowly finally gave you a long chaste kiss.

You both knew that this was enough for now. The cuddling, the comfort of each other and the lightness of knowing the feeling were both sided was enough. There was going to have the moment for your skin meet his and there was going to have the moment for a serious conversation about your feelings.

But for now all that matters was being in each other arms, and sensing that the night that started like a nightmare turned into a dream.

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mayraki · 4 years

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“You deserve love”(3)

jj x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

summary: after an unexpected event on a rainy night, two friends find out they have feelings for each other.

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“You think this looks good?” You asked Kie after trying one of her dresses for the fancy party.

“You look hot as fuck.” She said after giving you a look and standing next to you in front of the large mirror she had in her room.

You were in Kie’s huge room, because after trying to find something to wear for this party, you came to the conclusion it was pretty useless to look in your closet. You’ve never been to a party like that, so you didn’t have much fancy clothes.

So, after calling Kie for help she accepted excited and told you to come immediately to her house. After trying like four dresses you decided to wear the one you had on. It was a tight dark red dress that ended to where your thighs started and with very thin straps.

“Don’t you think is very short?” You asked Kie when you turned to her.

“Believe me, this is nothing compared to the dresses the girls use in this parties.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror again, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot. You were not used to seeing you like this, you were always wearing shorts and big shirts. Casual was your type of style.

“Well, who knows? Maybe I’ll get a kook boyfriend and mentally manipulate him so I can get all of his money.” You shrugged and then Kie give you a little smile.

“You’re scary sometimes, you know that?” She asked and you winked at her. “Here, have this.” she reached down and grabbed a pair of black high heels.

You shook your head “Uh oh, I’m not wearing high heels.”

“If you don’t use them, they won’t let you in and bye bye free food.” She said and you sighed.

“Fine.” You sat down in Kie’s bed and started to tied the shoes. You stood up and the feeling of being more tall made you lose balance for a bit. But when you got used to it, you walked towards the mirror and gave yourself a look to the finish outfit. Your legs looked longer than ever and the tight dress somehow became more shorter. Your hair fell in your back and the slight makeup Kie did for you made your skin glow. “Ok, I’m kinda feeling myself right now.” You said giving a spin and Kie let out a little laugh.

“Guys!” Kie’s mom yelled from downstairs “We’re going to get going! Don’t be late!”

“Ok!” Kie said and rolled her eyes. “My mom thinks that going to the party many minutes before it starts is going to affect our reputation.” She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. “I hate this stupid flower crown my mom makes me wear. If the guys see me like this I will never hear the end of it.” She said and let out a little laugh.

That’s when you remember what JJ told you, that her and Pope have obviously something going on. Kie and you have been friends since you could remember, you were kind of hurt if something was going on and she didn’t told you. So you figured this was the time to ask her.

“Hey, is there something going on between you and Pope?” She quickly turned to look at you and it took her a second to think of an answer.

“Y/n, you know the rule.”

“Yeah, but sometimes rules are meant to be broken.” You said and shrugged your shoulders.

She slowly turned closer to you and give you a smirk “Y/n, is there something you want to tell me?”

“What? No! I was talking about you a and Pope. Don’t turn this about me!”

“Well, I don’t know! Your question was out of the blue. You want to tell me something? Something that has to do with a boy named JJ?” She asked and she crossed her arms around her chest.

“JJ? Wha- No!” You said and were confused about how the conversation turned to you and JJ.

“He’s been flirting a lot with you lately.” She said. “More than before. You have to be pretty stupid to not see that he has a crush on you.”

You opened your moth offended “I’m not stupid! And JJ does not have a crush on me!” She give you a smile and you took out your tongue to her like a child.

“We have to go before my mom kills us for getting there late, but this conversation isn’t over!” She walked out the room.

“I should say that since I was asking about you and Pope!” You said. Clearly Kie was avoiding the question and found the way to turn it around.

You followed Kie downstairs with a thought in your mind. Did Kie really think that JJ had a crush on me or did she just said that to escape the question? The thought of JJ having a crush on you made you feel little butterflies in your stomach.

It’s not that I like him but... wait, do I like him? Those thoughts were now in your mind and you tried to brush them off while Kie was trying to find her keys.

“Hey pretty ladies!” You heard some guys whistling at you and Kie. You were ready to say something back at them but then you noticed it was the Pogues.

You walked up to them and you noticed that they were observing you and Kie very carefully.

“What? You guys never seen a girl in a dress before?” You joked and they looked up at you with embarrassment.

You noticed that JJ didn’t look up and was still looking at your really exposed legs and your curves in that dress. You felt his gaze and your felt your nerves go up, you never had him look at you like that and you didn’t know how to act.

“What are you doing here?” Kie asked concerned about the fact that they were on Figure Eight.

“We wanted to let you fancy girls know that we’re having a party on the beach tonigh, so when you are free to leave, you know were to go.” John B said and you two nodded.

“Thank god.” Kie said. You let out a little laugh and you noticed that Kie gave Pope a little smirk.

You crossed your arms at her but she didn’t noticed. You turned to JJ who was looking at your chest, and not hiding it very well.

“Hey, blondie, my eyes are up here.” You pointed at them and JJ quickly nodded and scratched the back of his head.

“Yep, noted.”

You followed Kie to her car and drove off to the party. Once you arrived, you started to notice all the fancy people who were entering the big house, and immediately felt that you didn’t belong there.

“Food!” You said once you entered the house and Kie let out a little laugh.

The party was slow, it feel like time wasn’t moving. The music was awful so you couldn’t even dance. Kie’s parents were talking about some bussiness with some people and you noticed that Kie was as bored as you were.

“Wanna go to the backyard?” She asked and you quickly nodded.

“Whatever to get out of this.” She wrapped her arm with yours and walked to the backyard of the house, that looked like a whole park. “I think this is bigger than my own house.” You said while looking at your surroundings.

“Look who we have here.” A voice said behind you and you rolled your eyes when you recognised it.

“Rafe.” You said when you turned to him.

“You look good tonight, Kiara.” He said walking closer to you and Kie, followed by Topper and Kelce.

“Rafe, don’t you have something better to do?” Kie said annoyed.

Rafe turned to you and gave you a little smirk. “You look hot too, Y/n. Too bad you decided to be a Pogue.”

Your father’s bussiness took off a while back and you weren’t a ‘Pogue’ since you were twelve years old. That’s why he needed to take bussiness trips a lot. But you weren’t a kook either. You didn’t care to talk about it with the rest of the group. Money wasn’t something that you wanted. You wanted to hang out with your friends and your weren’t going to let money separate you.

“I didn’t ask for your comment, Rafe. Now, go away.” You said and wrapped your arm to Kie’s arm and started to walk away.

“Wow, are going to forget that fast the days that we spent together? You’re hurting me sweetheart.” He said behind you and stopped quickly.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Kie said and turned to Rafe.

“Hey, stop.” You said but Kie was fast and she was already closer to Rafe.

“Why don’t you stop bothering us and go fuck yourself.” She said and you heard him and his friends let out a big laugh.

“No need to do it myself. I have your friend to do it for me.” He said and you felt your anger grow inside.

“That’s enough!” You said but when you were about to get closer to him Kie’s father stopped you.

“What’s going on here?” He asked.

“Nothing, dad.” Kie said and walked to him “Can we go?”

“Your mother is going to kill me if I let you leave the party.”

“I’ll do the dishes when mom asks you.” She said and her father hesitated. “Please.”

“Ok. But be home before this party is over.” Kie hugged him and wrapped your arm around hers and walked out the party before Rafe could do anything else.

“I can’t believe you had a thing with that asshole.” Kie said while driving to the beach.

“I was younger and stupid.” You shrugged your shoulders and sighed.

You couldn’t believe yourself either. You were fifteen and in love. You couldn’t see his truth colors. It started as a love story but then it turned into a nightmare story. All of this happened before there wasn’t so much rivalry between the Kooks and the Pogues. The guys didn’t knew the whole story, but Kie did. The way he treated you, how he got his anger out with you. How his reputation was way more important than you. That’s when he made you chose between the Kooks and the Pogues. Of course, you could never abandoned your friends. So you chose them but that costed a broken heart. But now you were thankful that it was over and you decided that. You couldn’t be more happy.

You got out of Kie’s car once you two arrived at the beach were the party was. You noticed your friends and walked towards them.

“The life of the party is here.” You said and let your arm go around John B’s shoulders.

“Finally!” Pope said and hugged Kie.

“Beer! Beer! Beer!” JJ said while walking towards the group and he locked eyes with you. “Y/n!” He walked closer to you and handed you a beer bottle without breaking eye contact. “See, I do know that your eyes are up there.” He said and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead.

You rolled your eyes and let out a little laugh. You took of your heels and started to hold them in your hand. The beer was cold and you enjoyed the feeling of it touching your lips.

The music was loud and Kie made you go with her to the were the people were dancing. After a couple of songs with Kie, you decided to go after another beer bottle.

As you were walking with your shoes in one hand and an empty beer bottle in the other, you noticed JJ talking to a tourist very closely. She touched his shoulders and your stomach turned. You didn’t understand why you felt like that and a part of your body wanted you to be the one who was touching his shoulder. He locked eyes with you and you didn’t know what to do. So you tried to ignore your feelings and pretended to be watching an invisible watch on your wrist, and nodded. “On time” you said and he let out a little laugh.

You looked at where the beer bottles were and tried to focus on the party and not in the fact that you were feeling jealous. As you opened the beer bottle you felt an arm go around your shoulders.

“Is this JJ or Jack?” You asked once you saw JJ next to you.

“Who’s this Jack guy? Do I have to get jealous or something?” He asked and you let out a little laugh.

“Maybe.” You said and gave him a wink. He opened his mouth offended and you gently punched him in the arm. “What happened to the tourist you were talking to?” You asked once you sat down on a tiny stairs the beach had.

“Not my type.” He said and shrugged his shoulders.

“You have a type?” You asked jokingly raising your left eyebrow. JJ let out a little laugh and locked eyes with you. He wanted to say something but then he stopped. He slowly went down to your lips and you felt your stomach turned. He looked up and then to the people dancing.

You felt a pain in your hands and looked down at your shoes. You sighed and started to tied one of them in your foot.

“Isn’t that going to make it difficult to walk on the sand?” JJ said and you finished putting on shoe.

“I got tired of holding them.” You shrugged.

“I’ll hold them for you.” You looked up to him and he had a little smile on his face.

“You don’t have to. Beside, I already putted one on.”

“Let me.” He got up and kneeled down in front you.

He grabbed your foot that had the shoe on and you felt your skin rise when you felt his hands touching your lower leg. He started to untied it and you noticed he was very concentrate. His lips were tense and his hand was still gently grabbing your lower leg. His hair was messy and some of it was falling on his face. You’ve never felt more attracted to him than right now. But you didn’t want to feel like that. So once he was over, you stood up and looked down.

“It’s getting late. I probably should get going, thank you.” You grabbed your shoes and started to walk towards your house, but an arm around your shoulders stopped you.

“You didn’t think that a was going to let you go alone, did you?” He said with a smile on his face.

The walk was silent. All you could hear was the air blowing and the trees moving. You didn’t know what to say. Should you talk about surf? That was always a win with JJ. You were about to say something but JJ cut out off.

“Was the party fun?” He asked you.

“No, it was pretty lame. The only good thing was Kook food.” You said and he let out a little smile.

“You can call me next time and I’ll save you.” You let out a laugh and JJ looked at you offended. “I could!”

“Oh, baby, I know. But not before those Kooks have your head in their plates.”

“I could fight them.” He shrugged and you gave him a smile.

“Yeah, sure, five against one. Sure, blondie.”

“Stop calling me blondie!” He said and you let out a big laugh. “Or I’m going to start calling you..” he started to think and you smiled at him.

“Yeah, take your time. Blondie.” You said and started to walk faster than him.

“Y/n!” He let out a laugh and you kept walking faster to annoy him. He gently grabbed your arm and pulled making you turn around to face him. You were extremely close to his body and the air that was coming out of your nose was mixing with his.

He got even closer and looked down at your lips. Her let go of your arm and gently grabbed your waist, making you take a step closer and he touched his forehead with yours. You closed your eyes at the enjoyment of his closeness. He was about to close the space between your faces when you heard someone walking behind you.

“This is new!” A familiar voice yelled.

Rafe.

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PART 4

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soaringeag1e · 4 years

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Escape {9}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Abuse/Assault, Mentions of Rape {Non-descriptive}

Words: 2,454

Escape MasterList

Dean’s usual spot was now moved to the other side of the room. Only for right now, though.

Sitting up in bed, you were looking at the woman sitting next to you, in Dean’s usual spot, holding a sketchbook and pencil.

The sketch artist had showed up a day early, and Dean couldn’t be more grateful for that fact.

She smiled as she talked you through her process and how she was going to go about drawing down the man they were all anxious to lock up.

You looked nervous and anxious yourself, understandably so. Again, your constant thoughts and nightmares already circled around this man, so to relive it constantly after the fact that you were free, couldn’t be easy. Dean was just grateful that you seemed to understand, and you were trying so hard to please him with answering his questions and talking through what happened.

Dean blinked a few times, bringing himself back to reality when he saw the sketch artist start letting her hand glide against her paper.

“His hair was shorter, but...still a little shaggy, kind of.” your voice rippled as you described this man and Dean couldn’t help but look from you to the pad in the other woman’s lap.

Being on the other side of the room, it was hard to see, but he could still see his suspect slowly come to life on that paper, and it got him a little more excited with each detail.

But even as you continued to describe the man, Dean’s mind wandered away, going back to what he saw at your house.

The officer nodded for him to go in, letting him know that it was safe for him to enter, so Dean did, his eyes scanning the little room while his stomach dropped.

“Son of a bitch.” Styles stepped in behind him, soon seeing why Dean was so speechless.

Dean moved over to the sleeping bag that laid on the floor. Kicking it with the toe of his boot, a few soda cans rolled to the floor next to it because of the abrupt movement.

“He was living down here.” Styles spoke softly as if he were trying to keep it a secret from others.

Dean reached down and grabbed a bag of chips by the opening, feeling that it was empty when he lifted it.

“For a few days, it looks like.”

“So...he was already in the house when he attacked her that Saturday morning.”

“Yep.” Dean confirmed Styles’ statement as he picked up a few more wrappers from the floor, looking them over. “That’s how he came out of nowhere. He heard her moving around upstairs....” Dean looked up at the ceiling, figuring he was below the kitchen if not close to it.

“And then made his move.”

“Do you think he’s done this with all his victims?” Dean’s eyes continued to scan the little room, it only being about the size of an average bathroom.

“We can only assume that he did. But you should get a team together and try to check out their homes too.”

“What about his eyes?” And he was back. The sound of the sketch artists voice pulled him out of his own mind and he glanced at you before looking down at the tablet.

It was practically done. The eyes were probably the last piece missing to this sick man.

“They were light. Hazel, I think. And they....” Out of all the details, you seemed to be most disturbed by the eyes. “They were hypnotizing, almost. I felt so exposed when he looked at me.” Dean watched as your arms instinctively curled around your torso. The sketch artist looked so focused as she let her pencil do most of the work, trying to get every detail right.

Dean had a feeling she was just about done with her picture, but that would have to wait as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket just then.

No prints or DNA found at the house

Disappointment jumped on his shoulders as he read the text from Styles. He was sure that they would find something in your basement. But apparently this guy was a lot smarter than Dean wanted to give him credit for.

“Okay.” Quickly replying to his partner, Dean then looked up as the artist turned her tablet around to show you, hoping that she got your attacker down on paper well. “How does it look?”

He saw your body instantly begin to tremble and then you turned away, your eyes shut as you nodded in short bursts. But it was clear that the drawing was spot on.

Thankfully, because of her experience, she got the message and pulled the tablet away just as Dean got up from his chair.

He locked eyes with the woman and reached out for the picture when he got closer, her handing it over without hesitation.

You were right. There was something about this mans eyes that made him feel weird. He didn’t like it.

“Can you make me a copy of that and then fax one over to the station?”

“Of course.” Dean nodded, letting the woman and the two other officers leave, and then he moved around the bed, making his way to his usual spot.

Snatching the tissue box from the table by the TV, he pulled a sheet from the slit and handed it over to you.

You barely caught the gesture from the corner of your eye, but took it when you did, quickly wiping at your eyes and then your nose.

“You okay?” More nods as you finished cleaning yourself up.

“I always wondered how good your sketch artists really were.” you sniffled, setting your wadded up tissue on the table top next to you.

“Good, huh?”

“Too good.” you took another tissue from him as he handed it over and you wiped at your eyes once more. “The eyes. How did she get the eyes so well?”

“Practice.”

“Yeah, well....she deserves a raise.” Dean chuckles and sets the tissue box next to your thigh.

“I’ll make sure to pass that message along.” Gripping that tissue in your fist, you glanced around the room.

“Where’s your partner?”

“He’s back at the station. Something came up.” You almost looked uneasy, making Dean curious.

“Another girl?” you asked with fear dripping in your voice.

“No.” he instantly replied, putting your fear to rest. “Don’t worry about that, okay?” After you cleaned away another tear, Dean studied you for a minute. “If you’re not up for talking today, I understand. We can....” he was cut off when you shook your head.

“No. I want to try and get it over with.” you took a second and really heard how that came out and then looked back at him with an apologetic gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to...”

“It’s okay. No need to be sorry, I know what you meant.” Pulling his recorder out, he set it on the counter, ready to hit record when you were ready.

“Do you need anything before we start? Water? Food? Stretch your legs a little?” You giggled a little, making Dean smile for the first time in what felt like weeks.

“No. I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Adjusting his tie, Dean then sat forward, pushing in the red button until he heard it click and then rested back in his seat. “So....we left off, with the room.” Even just mentioning the room he could see you cringe. “You said that there was a toilet and a bed, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing else in there?” You shook your head, remembering the room clearly in your mind.

“No. I mean, I had a blanket, but otherwise...it was just a bare room, with old hardwood floors. The wood was stained and chipped and...dusty.”

“And you were able to move around?”

“Yeah. But he had a metal chain he locked to my ankle.”

“Like they put on prisoners”

“Yeah, kinda. And the chain itself was long, so I was able to move around the room. The base was bolted to the floor.”

“What about your hands?”

“They were tied.” you said before he could ask if they were free or not. “A thick rope tied really tight around each of my wrists.” As your fingers grazed your right wrist, Dean recognized the marks from the other six victims. So obviously he did this with all seven girls.

“But, I had about a foot or so of give in between, so I could use the bathroom and wrap the blanket around me when I needed to.”

“So you had some freedom.”

“Some.” you repeated, feeling grateful that you had the freedom you did, but it still didn’t make what you dealt with any better.

“How often would you see him?”

“Um...” your voice shook, your fingers then tangling together. Something he noticed you did when you started to feel uncomfortable. “He would bring in food twice a day. Unless you pissed him off. But you would only see him for a few seconds.” Dean then took in a deeper breath, knowing that his next question was the biggy. The one that was going to be the toughest to get through. But before he could open his mouth to ask it, you looked up at him, a soft smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“You want to know what he did to me, don’t you?” Locking his jaw and taking a second to swallow, Dean nodded.

“How often?” Is all he could ask at the moment, and again, you took a second to gather what you remember.

“If not everyday, then it was every other day.” There was a catch in you throat, but you quickly cleared it. “Sometimes it was up to twice a day for......” Dean’s eyes filled with sorrow knowing how long you put up with it.

“So....other than to drop off food and......assault you, would he come in for anything else? Did he ever say anything to you.”

“Um...there were times, mostly at night, that he would come in and climb into the bed next to me, and he would just lay there and stare at me. The first night he did it, I thought that he was....I thought he was going to rape me again, but he just laid there.”

“He didn’t say anything.” You shook your head and he watched as a tear slipped from your cheek to the blanket. “How often would he do that?” Shrugging, you chewed on your bottom lip as you shook your head.

“A couple times a week? I’m not sure.”

“Okay.” Pulling himself away from the back rest of his chair, Dean sat forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Did he ever do anything else that was weird? Did he have a twitch, or a stutter that stuck out to you?”

“No.” you shook your head again, looking up into his eyes for the first time in awhile. “But um....he would come in some times and.....he would just walk up to me and grab me by the face, tell me how much he loved me and that he wasn’t going to let me go. He would keep repeating himself over and over.”

“Did he call you by your name?”

“No. He called me, Stephanie?”

“Every time?” You nodded, not realizing how big that could be because at the time you were terrified. “And then what? Would he just leave?”

“No. Not every time. He would keep kissing me and....groping me. And I hated it when he came in like that cause.....most of the time he would take it further.”

“And he would rape you.” Your body shook as you nodded, your eyes shooting across the room as you fought off the sobs. Dean was surprised how you kept yourself together though. He was going to call it. Either take a break or let you rest for the remainder of the day, but you took in a deep breath and turned back to him, looking at him as you waited for another question.

“Is um....is that how you knew he was going to assault you? I mean...is that what he did every time he came in and...”

“No.” you cried softly, the pain in your voice not going anywhere, not that he expected it to. “There were times he would come in and he was pissed off. And you could tell the difference. But he would just storm into the room and...rush over to me and shove me up against the wall.” you cried, having a little more trouble keeping it together this time.

“He would...leave bruises with how he grabbed me.” you sobbed into your knees as they slowly pulled up to your chest, like you were trying to protect yourself from an invisible force in the room

“And he would....” Dean paused, hating that word more than anything. “Rape you every time he came in like that?” You nodded against the blanket, your head resting on your knees, but you kept it tilted to the side so you could look at him. For how much you wanted to hide, you fought it, knowing that he wasn’t there to hurt you.

“Okay. Can I ask you one more thing? And then we’ll take a break.” You nodded softly, a few tears slowly spilling as you looked over at him. “How would he keep you from fighting back? You know when he was....”

“Um....” you sniffled and then sat up a little, but kept your arms around your legs, holding them as close to you as possible. “He uh...he had this large metal hook above the headboard, and with the extra rope I had, he would hang that on there to keep my arms in place.”

“What about your legs? You said he only had one ankle cuffed at a time, right?”

“Yeah. But, after hooking my hands, he would tie my free ankle to the bed post and then unhook the other and do the same with it.”

“Okay.” he sat there for a minute, just looking at you with this calm expression, and somehow it seemed to calm you. Then he leaned over and stopped his recorder.

“We’ll take a break.” Sliding the recorder back into his pocket, he leaned forward in his seat again, smile softly at you. “When’s the last time you ate?” You thought briefly and then shrugged. “Alright. I’m going to head down and grab us some food, and then I’ll be back, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You allergic to anything?” Dean slowly backed towards the door as he waited for your answer and you were able to smile a little as you shook your head.

“Okay. I’ll be back.”

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