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fanttasttica · 6 months

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I hate you more..

Rhysand x reader

Rhysand always knew how to get on your nerves. He was so good at it, that at some point, you started hating him for it., or as you thought. But as we all know, there is a thin line between hate and love..

warnings: nothing? (Feel free to corect me)

words: 3623

Author's note: At first, I thought I could do this and make Rhysand really evil, but I couldn't bring myself to it :D Sorry!

Rhysand, heir to the Night court, surely knew how to get on your nerves. He was bringing out the worst of you. He was provoking you endlessly, always having that smirk on his face. You wanted to punch him. At first, you really liked him. He was insanely handsome and seemed to care dearly about his friends, but one conversation with him was enough for you to change your opinion on him. He didn't once forget to insult you in some way. It doesn't matter if he insulted your intellect, your opinions, looks or other things, he just needed to do it. Like if it was necessary for his survival. His other friends were better, well you haven't talked to them that much and they were probably just ignoring you, but it was better than what Rhysand was doing. You sighed, knowing very well that you don't have a chance to avoid the High lord's son tonight. As if living in the Hewn city wasn't terrible enough, sometimes you had to endure boring balls, you had to pretend you were enjoying yourself, while trying to avoid certain people and never letting down your smile. You sighed, knowing pretty well, there wasn't a point in fighting it. You did not have the power to change anything and there was no chance your family would understand you and let you stay home, even only if it should be this once.

To this point, the ball was tolerable. You weren't having fun or anything like that, but you danced a few times, like your family wanted and then, they let you out of their clutches. You still had to remain in this hall, but since they did not specify where, you were hiding in the darkest corner you found. This was your favorite place. Usually, no one else was near there, since there was nothing else to do than listen to the muted music or get lost in your thoughts. And that's exactly what you were doing. You were lost in your thoughts, well to be precise, you were daydreaming about life you could have if you weren't stuck here, since your birth and probably for the rest of your life, when suddenly you heard a voice, two voices. “Are you sure no one is here?” someone giggled. You didn't know the first voice, but you knew very well who the other one belonged to. “Yeah, don't worry.” This wasn't good. Rhysand was here, not far away from you, in your hiding place and judging by the muffled giggles and other strange noises.. it was clear what he and his companion wanted to do here. You had to get out of here and if possible, unnoticed.

You had to think quickly, if you wanted to leave before he noticed you. Every second spent here was risky. First, you calmed your breathing and tried to figure out where exactly they were. The absence of light you usually welcomed was now troubling you. After you saw them, really close together and kissing, you noticed there was a little space between them and the wall. Was it enough space for you to make your escape? Well, there was the only way you could find out.. After a while, you decided to try it. Rhysand was slowly taking off the woman's dress and you didn't really have to see more of her or of him. You tiptoed over to them, holding your breath and trying not to look at them longer than it was necessary. You were almost out, before you heard a surprised scream, that made you stop and curse under your breath. You felt two pairs of eyes, watching you in shock. You turned at them and smiled like an angel. “Do not worry, I am on my way out of here..”

You started walking away faster, but something, someone, stopped you. “You are not going anywhere.” Rhys's grip on your arm was strong, there wasn't a point in trying to get out of it, but you still tried shaking his hand off. Well, it didn't go anywhere. Meanwhile that girl you saw before ran away past you, not caring how she looked. “Why were you spying on us?” You almost punched him for this. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “You think I was spying on you? Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't find you that interesting. Actually, looking straight to the Sun would be better than looking at you, when you are making out with some girl.” You couldn't believe he would think something like that. It was ridiculous. “Oh, don't be so jealous, my darling.” Another ridiculous thing, you only rolled your eyes at him and didn't bother to answer. “Let me go, Rhysand.” Struggling against his strong grip wasn't making any progress. It only made things worse, his grip tightened around your arm as he pushed you back in the corner where you two met a few minutes ago. Suddenly, you were in the same situation as the girl before, your back pressed against the wall and Rhysands face only a few centimeters from yours.

You didn't know why, but your heart started beating rapidly faster than it was usual. You were looking him in the eyes, not sure what to do now. “Are you sure you want me to let you go? Because it didn't look like that.” His lips brushed against your neck, planting soft kisses along the way. He was surprisingly gentle. His hands were traveling all over your body, as he pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eye, then on your lips, as if he was asking for permission. Permission you didn't give him. Shaking your head, you pulled away, finally woken up from that weird trance you were in. “I.. I.. You.. Don't ever do that again. Am I clear? I do not want this, I don't want you.” After you said this, he finally let you go, backing away from you, but he was still smirking. “I mean it, Rhysand. I hate you.” He chuckled and winked at you. “I hate you too, darling.”

After your last encounter with Rhys, you were avoiding him even more, if it was possible. What was worse is the fact that you were finding yourself staring at him, not knowing why. It was annoying. Sometimes, when he noticed you, he flashed a big smile at you, or winked at you, provoking you without any doubt, exactly like today. “After you saw another of his grins, you turned your head away and began to talk to another one of many people who were here, celebrating Highlord's son's birthday. Once again, you were in the ballroom, wearing a dress picked by your mother and chatting with people she found, as she would say, good enough for you. To be honest, they were only good enough for her. You on the other hand, couldn't imagine more boring people, so when Rhysand interrupted you, you almost wanted to thank him. “I am sorry for interrupting your conversation..” He looked at you. “But I want to ask Y/N for a dance.”

Obviously, you agreed to the dance. Not that you had much to say. How would it look if you would deny the High lord's son? Especially when it's his birthday today? During the dance, you were moving elegantly all around the dance room, not talking to each other, until he decided to break that silence. “By the way, you don't need to be thanking me for saving you. I am glad I could help you.” You bite your tongue, before you could say something rude. This isn't a place for you to curse him. When you did not answer him, he continued, “Did I tell you how awful you look tonight? That dress is awful.” You sighed and looked him in the eyes for the first time since he took you on the dance floor. “Every time you do something.. at least a little bit nice for me, you have to also ruin it by saying things like this. Why are you doing it?” For the first few meetings, you were being nice to him. You gave him a taste of his own medicine after a while, when you really had enough of his rude behavior. “Why wouldn't I? Maybe I just find your angry little face funny.” He shrugged. This answer wasn't enough for you, but it was obvious that he isn't going to tell you anything else, so you endured the rest of your dance in silence.

Over the next few months, many things changed. You didn't know how and why exactly, but the lady of Night was murdered with her daughter by people from the Spring court. And as a revenge, Rhysand and his father killed almost every member from the High lords of spring family. Actually, the only one who survived was Tamlin, who had become the new High lord. You didn't know him or his family, but something in you told you, that his brothers and father deserved their fate. The lady of Night was probably the nicest person you knew. She was more of a mother to you than a biological one. And who could hate her little daughter? It was a tragedy, but two good things came out of it. The first concerned the High lord, or rather the former High lord, who also lost his life. He was replaced by Rhysand, who you didn't see as much of now thanks to his new duties, which was that second good thing. Well.. If you were to be honest, you would have to admit that you started to miss him. Without your arguing, life here was rather.. boring. That was until your parents decided to find you a husband, so you could finally be useful for your family, as they would say.

You didn't allow yourself to believe your family would find someone at least tolerable for you, but they.. did. His name was Lucius. You two were not in love, but you started liking him, as a friend. And it was more than you were ever hoping for. Wedding was set to happen three weeks from now. The only thing missing was permission from the High lord, which your father had to ask for since you were part of a higher-ranking family and he should be back with it any minute now. You were sitting in your room now, when you heard a door slamming hard, it made you jump in surprise. And out of curiosity, you decided to go find out what made someone so angry.

As you made your way in your dining room, you saw your father with your father arguing out loud. “What's happening?” They turned to you, in annoyance. Your uncle scoffed at you and your father shook his hand in disappointment. “He didn't give me that permission..“ This caught you off the guard. “What, why?” You were understanding his motives. Did he really hate you so much, he was destroying probably your only chance at happiness? You were certain he knew that you got along with your fiance, well now ex-fiance, pretty well. One of his friends was a spy at the end. “And how should I know? Y/N.. Go to your room, practice your dancing and conversation skills. We will find someone new for you on the next ball.”

You felt a pair of eyes watching you almost immediately after you walked into the ballroom. You didn't need to look at Rhysand, you just knew it was him, so you decided to ignore him. After everything he had done to you, this was the worst and you have had enough. Unfortunately, he wasn't on the same page, because after a few minutes, he appeared right next to you, asking for a dance. And since your family was near and heard him, you simply couldn't deny him. It was almost a tradition. At every ball, Rhysand would try to piss you off, dance with you, insult you and then ignore you until the next ball. Well he was ignoring you and watching you closely at the same time, like now, when you took his hand and allowed him to take you on the dance floor once again.

Music started playing and you weren't wasting any time. If you have to dance with him, you could get some answers at last. “Why didn't you give my father that permission? I got it, you hate me, but this? This was over the line.” Your voice was cold, filled with rage you couldn't hold back anymore. At this point, you didn't care if you would make a scene in front of your family and other people. “He wasn't good enough for you. Plus we both know, you only saw him as a .. friend. If that is what you call people you know for only a month.” You chuckled and shook your head. “And who is good enough for me? And why do you think you have the power to decide that?” He shrugged and pulled you closer. “Well, I am the most powerful High lord, so..” This was undoubtedly true, you felt his power intensively, but somehow, you didn't feel frightened because of that. “And I am surely better than him.”

At first, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly. You blinked twice, giving him a chance to explain the meaning of his words to you. “I know I didn't actually act like it but.. I love you, Y/N. I always had. You are.. my mate.” After this, you stopped dancing, looking at him, as if he was insane, before you also finally felt the mating bond to fall in place. Maybe you should end your dance with him and then walk off to some empty room, where you could talk this out. Or maybe you should go right away, but the first thing that came to your mind was to turn away from him and run away.

He didn't let you go that easily. He started running after you immediately, shouting your name, but you weren't listening to him.. On your way, you bumped into many people, before you finally got out of the ballroom. The halls were empty, well almost. The few people who were standing here looked at you in shock. You didn't give them the second look as you continued running away with tears streaming down your face. Not quite sure if they were angry or sad, you were only sure they weren't happy. You were mad at Rhysand. You always thought he hated you. He was nonstop rude at you, he made you hate him and you thought he felt the same and now he was telling you this? After what he had just done? This seemed cruel, even for him. You weren't sure how or when you managed to run from him, but you didn't care much. The most important thing was that he isn't following you anymore. You walked slowly to your house, then to your room, where you locked yourself away from everyone.

To your surprise, your family wasn't scolding you the first thing in the morning. And you were sure, it was only thanks to Rhysand. Honestly, it was nice of him, but also the least thing he could do, after everything he had done in the past. During the night, you haven't got enough sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and the same scenario was repeated the next night and also night after that. There were dark circles under your eyes as a proof of your tiredness, but you were very well aware that until you clear everything up and think about what you will do next, you won't be able to close your eyes in peace. And although you were trying, you couldn't think of the best way how to approach this.

Another day full of thinking was almost over, when you suddenly were snapped out of your thoughts by a short knock on your door. You stood up from your bed, you were laying on for the past week, not bothering to check your look in the mirror before opening the door. You were expecting to see your parents, but no. It was a beautiful blond girl, Morrigan, Rhysand's cousin. On her face was a sympathetic smile as she nodded to your room. “Can I go in?” Knowing pretty well, it would be rude to not let her, you backed off the way, let her in and closed the door behind her.

For a while, she was silent, walking slowly around your room, scanning it with interest in her eyes. Finally,s he turned to you. “You know why I am here.” You nodded. It wasn't that hard to guess, she probably came not to check on you, but to persuade you into giving Rhysand a chance. “Good.. I just.. I just want you to give him a chance to explain himself. You have every right to be mad at him, honestly I would be very surprised, if you weren't. And I also know that my word doesn't mean nothing at all, but.. I am sure you would change your opinion, only if you would listen to him for five minutes..” She sighed. “He is a good male, Y/N. Not many people can see it, because he doesn't allow them to see it, but he really is.” You did not respond right away, looking down on your carpet, you considered once again your options. You could refuse and remain mad at him, not speak to him ever again.. But you could have resorted to both of these things even after talking to him. In addition, you deserved some answers. Suddenly, your next move was clear.

After you change your clothes, you let Morrigan winnow you to Velaris, sometimes called Court of Dreams, as she told you. You were surprised that a city like that existed and remained secret to every Fae who did not live in it. As you found out, Rhysand had something to do with that. You saw it only briefly, but you fell in love with this place in a second, hoping that you will have the chance to explore its beauty later, but now, you had to focus on something else. You were standing in front of the door that led to Rhysand's office, calming your breath, before you finally knocked.

After hearing Rhysand's strong voice inviting you to go in, you didn't waste any second. You were afraid that you could change your mind, even though you were already here and deep inside you knew, this was the best thing you could do. You needed to hear his explanation. Rhysand was standing behind his big wooden table, with a concentrated and a bit worried expression. “Hello, Y/N. Thank you for coming.” You nodded, “Hello to you too.” He gestured on the chair, which stood opposite his, into which he had just settled. The only thing between you two was that table, full of papers. “Why did you do it?” He smiled a little at you. “Not wasting any time, are you?” You did not smile back, your face remained expressionless. He sighed and looked down. “Believe it or not, I was only trying to protect you. You know.. what my father was like. The bond snapped for me actually the first time we met and I panicked. Maybe I don't think he would try to kill you, but I am sure he would try to hurt you psychically.” He swallowed hard. “And I couldn't let that happen. That is why I put on that mask. I was behaving like I hate you, when in reality, you were my first and last thought every day. I tried to do anything to forget about you. Like that one time on the ball, where you caught me with that girl..” He shook his head and looked you in the eyes. “I know sorry doesn't erase the things I did, like practically canceling your engagement, or words I said to you in the past, but if you will allow me.. I will spend the rest of my life making up with you..”

You were looking at the male in front of you. You thought, you knew him quite well. Not that long ago, you thought he was a spoiled son of the ruthless High lord, not that different from his father. But now? You already knew this wasn't true. He did bad things, but he did them trying to protect you. Maybe he should have used a different way, but did it even exist? After a few minutes of silence between you two, you stood up, with Rhys following by your example. Without a word, you walked around the table until you were standing right in front of him. When you were looking into those gorgeous violet eyes, you knew that you no longer hated him. Actually.. You probably did not hate him for a while now, it just took a while to realize. You put one of your hands on his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you.” After you said these three words, you could swear that you saw a thousand stars lit up in his eyes. He hugged your waist, pulling you closer, before whispering, “I love you more.”

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swayziiwriter · 10 months

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Party Monster | Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary: you and Trent don’t get along, not a single bit.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

You were here to celebrate Englands very own Jesse Lingard's birthday. The club was filled with people here to celebrate the football stars birthday, you had been good friends with Jesse for years becoming quite close with the England team. Well, at least with most.

"Happy birthday Jesse" I shouted over the loud music while giving my good friend a hug handing his gift over to him. "Ah y/n thank you" he responded grinning back, "y/n" a mocking voice called out. I was called back by the sound of Trent's voice, "Trent, I didn't realize you acknowledged anyone but your self these days" I called back. Trent smirked, as if he couldn't piss me off any further.

"Settle down you two I m not paying for any damages inside the club, you get me" Jesse said in an attempt to suffocate the tension that had now come up. "Wouldn't think of it" I respond with a smile, walking away from Trent's view I headed over to greet Marcus and his fiancée.

Damn I need a drink, I thought to myself. Something to calm my nerves. Trent was good at pissing me off, his constant remarks towards me, his mocking smirk, his annoyingly sexy smile that could make you feel things you didn't want. You would never want him, you couldn't. There has been a mutual dislike between you and Trent since you two has the great displeasure of meeting each other.

It was a petty fight that could have been easily forgotten about if Trent wasn't such a stubborn ass. He was cocky beyond belief, always a new girl tied around his finger anytime he attended a get together. You loathed the girls that he was always parading around with, they were all more obnoxious then the last one.

Trent had made a comment about how you were jealous that those girls weren't you, that really set you off. Since then you and Trent haven't gotten along, the sight of him enough to make you want to leave the country. Though, you couldn't let him ruin tonight. Tonight was about celebrating one of your best friends birthday, and you were not about to spoil a perfect night of dancing and drinking.

"A round of shots and some limes please" you ordered at the bar on a drink run for the rest of the team ready to crack down on some bets. "Lemme help you with those" Trent spoke over the blasting music. I looked over my shoulder to see Trent standing dangerously close to me, hand placed on my waist as if he was trying to claim it. I moved his hand off my waist, pushing him back with a finger.

"Leave me alone Trent, I don't know why you've suddenly become fascinated with talking to me, but i'm not having it" I replied, my voice laced with curiosity to why he was suddenly trying to make nice with me. "Can I not want to turn over a new leaf?" "Leave what happened in the past?" Trent quickly replied back.

The scent of his cologne clouding your thoughts, you needed to get away from him as fast as possible. I fully turned around, now facing him completely. "I tried that Trent and you didn't want any part of it" "well, new year new me" Trent smiled back still clung to your side, you laughed in response. "Liverpool has a better chance of winning the league this season then you "turning over a new leaf" I swiftly replied back, grabbing my tray of shots back to the group leaving Trent dumbfounded at the bar.

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"Party monster" now blasted through the club, prompting everyone to get on the dance floor. I took a last shot of tequila before heading to the dance floor ready for a night spent with my friends partying and forgetting all about how Trent had made me feel earlier in the night.

I was between Lucia and Tolami, swaying my body to the music focusing on the lyrics. My thoughts were suddenly taken over by Trent. I couldn't stop wondering about where he was, what he was doing, or more who he was doing. I looked over to where most of the team sat, as if he had heard my thoughts, there was Trent. He was watching me, a smirk playing evidently on his face. As if his thoughts were the same as mine.

I suddenly felt insecure. Wondering how I looked right now, was my hair still in place, was my makeup still showing? I tore my eyes away from Trent, telling the girls I was getting another drink shouting over the song still playing. I felt hazy as the clicking of my heels followed my fast pace towards the bar in desperate need of something to calm my nerves.

"Can I get a cosmopolitan please" I ordered, once again faced with the bartender that had also been eyeing me the entire night. He handed me my drink grabbing my other hand as I went to tip, "I haven't seen you here before" he spoke.

Surprised by his actions, I didn't reply back right away. I laughed awkwardly, "I'm here for a friends-" before I could finish Trent ripped my hand away from the bartenders grip grabbing my waist bringing it into his. "She's here with me, you get it" he said, his hand never leaving my side.

"Low it man, I didn't know she was taken" the bartender gulped. "Yea I'm sure that was it, well now you know" "so don't ever put your hands on her again, you understand" Trent harshly said walking me away from the bar down the hallway where I was quickly pushed up against a wall.

"Trent you have no right-" I was again cut off, "I have every right when my girl is being gripped by another guy" he responded. Sliding his hand up my body, toying with the strap of my dress. I scoffed, "your girl?, when have I ever been your girl Trent" I replied, his name rolling off my mouth with a distaste.

"Don't play stupid with me y/n" "I know you saw me staring at you, I know what you felt" he whispered the last part into my ear, chills ran up my exposed back, the air suddenly becoming hot and the tension hotter. Our faces were inches apart my breathing now steady, Trent brought his hand up to my face before smashing his lips onto mine closing the gap between Us.

The kiss was demanding, hot and passionate. Trent grabbed my ass as Ilet out a gasp giving him an opportunity to put his tongue into my mouth. I barley had time for air as he recovered much faster then I did. Football gives you good stamina, "Trent" I breathed out. "Y/n" he responded back.

"I want more, I want you." I said, my voice trembling as he left open mouth kisses down my neck, moaning at the contact. His tongue worked so good against my neck, I wondered what it would be like where I needed him most. He pulled back looking into my eyes before grabbing my ass again, "get your things" he responded with a sexy smile, his eyes dark with lust.

Trent's apartment was quickly turned into a mess, our clothes scattered all over the floor as we made our way to the bedroom. Eager to feel relief and finally give into our sexual desires.

Trent was now under me, breathing heavily as our naked bodies clashed between our kisses. I made my way down his neck, leaving marks for a reminder of tonight. I then reached his abs leaving a trail of kisses down his toned chest, my nipples becoming hard as he gripped them. I placed a kiss on his hard cock, licking the pre cum that dripped down.

Trent moaned softly before swiftly flipping us over, his tall figure now looming over me. He left kisses all over my breasts before taking my left one into his mouth while massaging the right. "So good Trent' I moaned out, Trent left my breast to catch my lips into another passionate kiss. "I want you y/n" Trent whispered into my chest, "then take me" I responded.

Trent lined up with my dripping pussy before thrusting harshly into me, leaving me a moaning mess at how much he filled me up. "So full Trent" I moaned out as his pace sped up hitting all the right places.

Trent continued to pound into me as he leaned down to leave kisses all down my neck as I pulled at his hair earning a low grunt that turned me on even more. I was wrapped around his dick as his hands roamed all around my body unsure of where to place them, the pleasure was too good.

"So close" I moaned out to Trent. "I know, me too" he said before grunting as we both hit a new angle making my legs shake at the feeling.

"Fuck, me Trent" I shouted praising him as I climaxed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My nails leaving marks down his back as he continued to chase his high.

Trent came with a loud grunt, my name falling from his mouth as he coated my walls with his thick load. He leaned down towards me before pulling out and flipping me over so that I was on top of him once again. "y/n, would you like to join me in the shower?" Trent playfully asked. "Of course" I softly replied back as I gave him a long soft kiss.

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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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The air is getting crisp fall is coming so a bôa song is definitely needed can you do twilight by them

Twilight - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! Your wish is my command! Ugh I wish it was fall where I live, it's literally so fucking hot lmao... I hope you enjoy it <3

this story is based off the song Twilight by Bôa, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one!

HUGE Warnings: descriptions of violence, murder, death, gore, sadness, small mention of depression and graves (don't read this if you aren't in the right mental state)

Summary: In which you couldn't win Ellie's heart

Authors note: ladies and ladies, the violence is back! Idk man it's been a while since I've written something like this. Remember you are loved <3

Your word and my word and her word is

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

And twilight gives me, an inner sanctity

And you're feeling, and you're hungry for her

And you don't understand it

But you know you haven't planned it

Your feelings and mine are all lonely

And dawn comes you're there lying with me

And you reach out to touch me, but I am in the twilight

You heard Ellie let out a sigh as she continued venting to you about Dina.

Stupid Dina.

Seems like all Ellie could talk about was her.

Why her? Out of all the people on the fucking planet why did it have to be Dina?

"She said "hey Ellie" and she didn't even smile with me! like what the fuck???" Ellie practically yelled with frustration.

You rolled your eyes at Ellie.

"Ellie calm down maybe she had a bad day"

Ellie stopped pacing around the room to look at you.

"Yeah.... you're right! She doesn't hate me she's just tired" Ellie said with a small smile.

You watched as Ellie lowered herself onto your bed and she looked up at you with a shy smile. She reached out her arms in your direction "cuddle?" she asked softly.

You let out a sigh as got into the bed spooning Ellie. She let out a hum of satisfaction.

"Ellie you need to stop doing this"

"doing what?"

you only shook your head and thought: "making me fall in love with you"

"friends don't cuddle" you brought up.

"Friends do" Ellie argued.

"Dina wouldn't like this" you added.

"well Dina isn't here right now" Ellie spoke matter of factly as she snuggled closer to you.

All you did was sigh as you brought your hand up to scratch Ellie's head. She let out a moan and she closed her eyes.

"You are a great friend, you know that?" Ellie spoke through a yawn.

Yeah, you were a great friend.

Your feelings and mine are all holy but,

You know and I know it's untrue because

When day dawns you're there lying with me

And the dawn can fly away

And you know I love you but you know that

There's nothing you can do about it

Because you love her, and you still want me

If I could be her... but I'm not her and she's not me

And you're somewhere different, on a different planet

You loved Ellie. You loved her a little more than a friend should.

Every time you saw her, your heart raced. She made you feel hot by just giving you a smile. Ellie made you feel things. Things you've never felt before.

You loved her.

But you knew she didn't feel the same.

You lay many nights next to Ellie, listening to her complain about Dina who's oblivious to Ellie's feelings.

It hurt you.

Seeing how Ellie always smiled when Dina walked into a room. Seeing how excited Ellie got, every time Dina said something. Every time Dina complimented Ellie, she almost exploded with joy.

It made you sick.

You tried being Dina.

Maybe Ellie would love you if you were someone else.

Maybe it was the way you did your hair? Was it the way you dressed? Was it the way you looked? What made Dina so special?

You tried cutting your hair the same length as Dina. You started dressing like her. You even copied her stupid music taste.

You tried. You tried so fucking hard.

But you could never be her and Ellie would never see you like that.

You knew Ellie loved you. She wanted you, but not in the same way you wanted her.

You were her best friend.

The girl she could go to with her problems, the girl who would help her with her hair and outfits.

You were nothing more than a friend.

You wanted to be Dina and you prayed to the gods that you could become her. But you didn't. You were nothing more than a friend in Ellie's eyes.

You saw how much Ellie's crush on Dina affected her.

How much it hurt her knowing that Dina most probably doesn't feel the same. And you being the amazing friend that you were, you decided to help Ellie.

You made it your mission to get them together.

Even though it hurt you knowing Ellie would never love you, as long as she was happy, you'd be happy too.

That's how you got yourself in your current position. Sitting across Dina in her apartment.

"So" you stared as you took a sip from the orange juice Dina gave you.

"we need to talk"

"about?"

"Ellie" "What about Ellie? Dina asked confused.

"do you have feelings for her?" you asked.

You watched as Dina burst out laughing, you watched as she threw her head back from laughing.

Anger sparked in you.

Why the fuck was she laughing? What's so fucking funny about liking Ellie?

After a while of Dina laughing, she slowed down breathing heavily before she let out a "Why would I like her? She's weird".

You felt your eye twitch before all hell broke loose.

How dare she say that about Ellie?

Your Ellie?

Ellie loved her so much and this is what Dina had to say?

This was the girl Ellie loved. She didn't deserve Ellie. If only she knew the amount of tears Ellie cried for her.

fucking bitch

You leaped from where you were sitting onto Dina, you straddled her as you punch her over and over again.

"How-"

*punch*

"dare-"

*punch*

"you"

*punch*

You don't even know how long you sat on her, and listened to her beg.

"Please" she whimpered as she tried getting you off her.

You eventually got off her breathing heavily as you looked down at your hands.

Your knuckles were bruised, and your hands covered in blood.

Dina's blood.

You looked over at her, seeing her slowly breathing. She didn't move, she didn't even make a sound.

Maybe she was unconscious.

You couldn't even recognize her with all the blood and bruises.

If Dina woke up, she would call the police. She would tell Ellie. Ellie would hate you.

You couldn't let that happen.

You slowly walked back from Dina, as you heard glass shatter. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound.

You saw pieces of glass scattered everywhere. And your orange juice was all over the floor.

Fuck you wanted to drink that.

You slowly bent down to pick up a shard of glass, and you held in your palm.

You walked towards Dina and you slowly pushed the glass into her trachea. You watched as the blood seeped from the wound.

You took a step back, leaving the glass shard in place. The blood dripped all over her throat and clothes, blood came out of her mouth.

Soon after Dina stopped breathing.

You killed her. You fucking killed someone.

You knew you made the right decision by killing Dina, because now you finally had Ellie to yourself.

And you still want it

The inner sanctity

And it's an evil

But the evil is necessary

And you're still hungry for her

And you still want her loving

But she doesn't love you

You watched as Ellie sat next to Dina's grave. She was sobbing.

Why the fuck was she crying over someone who didn't feel anything for her?

After Dina's death Ellie really struggled. She struggled to accept that the girl she loved wasn't here anymore. And what hurt Ellie the most was that Dina never knew.

Dina never knew the love Ellie had for her.

You watched Ellie spiral. You watched how she suffered.

Your plan was get rid of Dina, not the hurt the girl you loved.

Late at night when Ellie would lay in your arms you would sometimes feel regret for what you did. You didn't know it would affect Ellie the way it did, and you never wanted to hurt her. The guilt you felt soon get's replaced with pride when you realize that you got rid of the girl that was only going to hurt Ellie.

You saved Ellie. You saved her from rejection and embarrassment.

You knew she would get over it eventually.

Ellie's life wouldn't stop because her crush died. At some point she'll just have to accept it and you'll be here waiting for her with open arms.

You quietly walked towards Ellie as she sobbed next to Dina's grave, you raised your right hand putting it on her shoulder.

Ellie looked up at you, and in her eyes you could see how broken she was.

"It's ok Ellie" was all you said before she continued to sob into her hands.

You let out a sigh at the sight.

Months after Dina's death you realized that Ellie wasn't going to forget so easily.

You watched as she printed out pictures of her and Dina, and she placed it all over her apartment. You watched as she went to Dina's grave every week.

You listened to Ellie cry almost every night.

Even though you knew Dina didn't feel anything for her, Ellie still wanted her. Ellie still craved Dina.

Yes, she got affection from you, but you were never going to be enough.

All she wanted was Dina.

And you knew in the years to come Ellie wouldn't be able to move on and forget.

Even though you were there for her through everything. Even though you showed her nothing but love, the only person Ellie ever wanted was Dina.

She wanted Dina's love. Dina's care.

You were nothing but a friend. The realization made you sick.

You did everything for her.

You even killed for her.

But you'll never be Dina.

All you could was comfort her and hope, she'll one day feel the same.

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jimraisedmeup · 14 days

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TICK // 19.1 - cover me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, violence, sexual content)

Word Count: 2100

A/N: we are nearing the end of book one. are you ready? also, this chapter is nothing but DRAMA.

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The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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May 19, 1984 - junior year

Richard Buckley was quite relieved when his boss told him they had finished the out-of-town job ahead of schedule, a day early to be exact. He missed his home, his recliner, his bed.

And if he was brutally honest, the idea of leaving his two daughters alone for an entire weekend made his neck hurt.

He was sure that Robin could be trusted. But as of recently, he didn't trust you as far as he could throw you. Especially with that Munson gremlin and the hold he had on you.

Richard had already engaged in several discussions with his ex-wife about moving you to Indianapolis to set you on a better path. The last thing his family's reputation needed was his eldest daughter hanging around a drug dealer's son, or worse, getting impregnated by one.

Richard's eye twitched violently as he wondered if the Munson boy had set foot in his home while he was gone the night before.

This became a mild paranoia turned reality as Richard merged onto his street, only to find an unusual amount of cars in front of his house. Young adults roamed amongst the vehicles, some of them on his front porch.

"What on God's green earth…" he grumbled to himself, already feeling his blood beginning to boil.

Parking his work truck in front of the neighbors' house - as his well-manicured driveway was full of cars - Richard Buckley stormed down the sidewalk towards his home. It was quite obvious that there was a party of some sort being held.

He passed teenagers, but couldn't tell exactly who they were in the dim light of the street lamps. Richard caught some of their wretched conversations as he passed by.

…did you see the look on his face?... hell of a party, man… Carol is so drunk!

Not even ten minutes earlier, Richard was content. He was calm, he was ready to relax after spending most of his day on the road.

And now he was about to have an aneurysm at the sight of a crowd of strangers in his home. Most of them were clearly drunk, laughing and yelling to each other obnoxiously. Music blasted throughout the rooms. No one seemed to notice the sudden appearance of an irate adult.

Another thing he did not expect to find was a banner hanging from the kitchen cabinets. The brightly painted paper held cartoonish flames with the words "CONGRATS PYROMANIAC!" spread over them.

Edward. Munson.

Robin was nowhere to be found. Richard roamed room to room, finding no one he recognized and neither of his two daughters. Did you take him for this much of a fool?

Heading upstairs, he barged into your bedroom, which was the closest door to the top of the stairs.

Empty.

So he moved onto Robin's.

His youngest daughter was inside, placing a shiny black record onto her record player. One of her girl friends laid casually on the bed, flipping through a magazine. But Richard couldn't find anger in him towards Robin.

The thing that truly angered him was that you were still missing, and the look on Robin's face when she saw her father told him that all of this was indeed your doing. Robin was merely a bystander. Most likely manipulated by her toxic older sister.

"Dad? You're back early." Panic spread across her freckled features. She failed miserably at concealing the beer bottles behind her.

Richard gripped the doorknob, knuckles white. "Would you mind telling me where your sister is? I need to have a word with her."

"Uh… no, I haven't seen her in a long time. Maybe she's in the kitchen?"

"I was just in the kitchen. Robin Buckley, you tell me where she is. Right now."

Richard could feel his face reddening more, if that was even possible. He would need to visit the cardiologist after this.

He remained firmly in the doorway, blocking Robin from trying to leave and give her sister a head's up.

Stuttering a response, Robin waved her hands frantically. "I-I… the front porch?!"

"I've looked everywhere besides…" and then he knew.

The basement.

Ignoring Robin chasing him down the stairs, and then further down the basement stairs, Richard was the bull in a cheap china shop. Fury flooded his senses and he could barely hear Robin's pleas to stop.

Of all the things that occurred that fateful night, the last thing Richard Buckley wanted to see in his home, in his laundry room, was this.

You were bent over the dryer, your dress pushed up past your hips. Eddie Munson stood behind you with his pants visibly undone, mid-thrust.

It was the final straw for Richard Buckley.

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Now, promise me baby, you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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Eddie was approximately eight beers deep when a balding, red-faced man literally caught him with his pants down.

Prior to the rude interruption, the brown-eyed boy was having the time of his life.

The surprise party was a mixture of some of his favorite things: irony, his best friends, beer, and the best of all… you did it for him. Even though he had been kicked out of school not even a week before.

The sarcastic paper banner congratulating him for setting Higgin's car on fire was the best part, and not even the presence of some unsavory members of the popular crowd *cough* Harrington *cough* could ruin Eddie Munson's high that night.

All good things must come to an end, though, which Eddie knew all too well.

And the one thing that could surely ruin his high was your father walking in on him railing his daughter from behind against a fucking dryer.

And then Eddie's high was completely obliterated when he felt a sucker punch collide with his jaw, sending him backwards against the concrete basement floor. All he could do was scramble to get his pants up, protecting his bits and pieces from the insane man.

You were screaming something, but Eddie could barely hear you over the shouts coming from your father and then the tearful appearance of Robin in the doorway.

His vision was spinning from the hit to his head, mixed with shock and the alcohol in his system. Richard Buckley came at him again.

"You motherfucking piece of trash, Munson! I'll have you arrested-"

"Eddie, no!"

But Eddie was never one to make good decisions.

He swung a sharp left hook at Richard Buckley's face, knocking him out immediately. And then Eddie pushed past the distraught sisters, spitting blood from his mouth onto the pretty pastel yellow wall before bolting up the stairs two at a time.

...he ran, because Eddie had never thought of himself as much of a hero.

You caught up with him as he approached his van. "Eddie, please!"

"Your pop's a real fucking gem, you know that, Buckley?"

Tears ran down your blushing face, your eyes blurry from crying and the multiple shots of cheap vodka you had. One of the straps on your dress had fallen off your shoulder. Eddie wanted to fix it, to touch you, but the coppery taste of blood in his mouth reminded him of how fucking pissed he was.

"H-he wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow night. I had no idea he would come home early!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Eddie hissed, not caring how mean he sounded. "Obviously you didn't know. Give me a damn minute to cool off, will you? My jaw is fucking killing me."

Spitting more blood onto the sidewalk, you flinched at his crude behavior. For a second, Eddie felt ashamed at how selfish he was being.

Sure, he got punched in the mouth. He got caught with his dick out by his girlfriend's holy roller father. He had to abandon the party that was thrown for him.

But what about you? What kind of consequences would you face after this? You had to live with the psychotic Buckley man, for Christ's sake.

The sudden shouting of said psycho made you and Eddie jump. Richard Buckley was standing by the front door, arms outstretched, screaming for everyone to vacate the premises.

"Listen, I'm getting the hell outta here before he calls Hopper. I don't need any more heat on me this week."

You reached towards him, your eyes pleading. "I'll leave with you. Let me come with you."

Eddie's temper softened at your drunken desperation, unable to hold any kind of ill feelings towards you for very long. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, realizing then just how much his knuckles hurt from hitting the older man.

"Call me tomorrow. I'll come pick you up then, alright? But you can't just leave Robin in there by herself tonight."

"Are you sure?"

Chuckling, Eddie used the short sleeve of his white t-shirt to wipe more blood from his swollen lips. "Sunshine, don't you worry about me one bit. I can take a punch, unlike your dear ol' daddy."

This made you smile, albeit a nervous smile. "Do you have your gift? Did you leave it in the house?"

Eddie gestured towards his glove box. "I got it."

"And remember, don't open-"

"Yeah, yeah. I won't open it 'til tomorrow."

You kissed him roughly before running back towards the house. He watched as the skirt of your dress flowed behind you.

Eddie drove off, never thinking for a second that it would be over a year until he would see those beautiful eyes again.

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Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more

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"I've already spoken to your mother. As a matter of fact, I called her a few days ago regarding this matter. My decision is final."

You felt your world collapsing around you.

Head pounding from your hangover and an unreasonable amount of stress, you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Robin spoke quietly from the doorway. "Dad, we shouldn't be making rash-"

"Go to your room, Robin! This does not concern you." Richard slammed a hand down on the kitchen counter, glaring at his youngest daughter as she scampered away like a scared puppy.

Turning back towards you, his face was emotionless. "Go pack your things. Your mother will be here soon. She left Indianapolis early this morning, called off work, to deal with this."

So you were facing exile. Complete banishment.

Before you even had a chance to call Eddie that day, your father disconnected the phone in your room. You were no longer welcome in the Buckley home. Your mother would be taking you to Indianapolis for the summer. You would complete your senior year of high school away from Hawkins.

Your options were pathetic and sparse. You weren't eighteen yet - your father had already threatened to report you as a runaway if you fought against it. Richard Buckley also had the balls to say he would report Eddie, who was eighteen already, for taking his underage daughter.

You laughed bitterly when he said this. "Could you be more dramatic?"

But your father was hellbent. "Your actions recently have been nothing but a path of destruction. Your behavior last night was repulsive and a slap in the face of God. I can't have you continuing this. And I can't have you dragging your sister down with you."

"Excuse me? Has the whole situation with Kate been swept under the rug?" You only dug your grave deeper, fueled by frustration. "Maybe it's better if Robin came with me. I don't think either of us need to be here anymore."

"Are you really going to take your little sister away from her friends? From her future with the marching band?"

Your father knew how to hit you exactly where it hurt.

You felt nauseated suddenly, and stepped towards the phone on the kitchen wall.

"I disconnected all of the phones when you woke up. Now, go pack your things."

"Let me call Eddie," you spat, your hands trembling in fists at your sides.

Richard scowled at you. "To say what? He's a doomed individual. If you keep letting him chase after you, he will never focus on his own future, and you'll only condemn him further."

A car honking outside yanked you from the impulse to scream obscenities at the man before you.

"Upstairs. Now. Don't make your mother wait too long."

About thirty minutes later, you were in the passenger seat of your mother's car, watching Hawkins pass by with teary eyes like it was some kind of distant memory.

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This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough, I ain't gonna see any more Cover me, wrap your arms around me, cover me

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(song lyrics credit: "Cover Me" by Bruce Springsteen)

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thaboah · 1 year

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God Of War characters during a party!

Well I'm in class, bored as hell and tonight I had this idea. I haven't seen anyone writing something like this but it could be funny.

Here is almost every character mentioned, but due I'm going to mention alcohol, drugs and violence, and Trùd and Atreus are kids. I'm not going to mention them. Let's just say that they're on a "kids zone".

TW: Alcohol, drugs and violence mentions, please if you're minor do NOT read this.

🎟️,, ~ Let's start!

The night had just started and everyone still sober, the music starts playing and it's time to have fun.

Mimir, since he's just a head and can't dance, it's with Sindri taking care of people stuff, like the weapons. To make the party a safe place everyone has to leave their weapons at the entrance.

Brok is the one who attends the bar, he makes cocktails and give "advice" to drunk people.

Let's be honest, he's not the best person to ask for advice, but there's anyone more besides him.

His tips are simple, if you like someone, go ahead and kiss them and try to conquer them. If someone It's annoying, then punch them in the face!

Thor is the one who recieves this last advice, he has been annoyed by Heimdall like always, so now he's drunk, he finds that idea very interesting.

Well, Heimdall is leaning against a wall, he's not really drunk, but he's a little affected by alcohol, so when he sees Thor reeling towards him, he looks at his eyes and immediately knew what was going to happen.

Thor tried to punch Heimdall, but he dodges every single blow that Thor tries to give him.

H: "I'm sorry, did you just tried to hit me? You idiot."

T: "DOn't YOu dARe to CALl mE IDioT!"

H: "Okay! You drunk monkey!"

T: "WhaT DId yøU JÛsT CæLl Me?!"

At this point a good amount of people just formed a circle around these two.

Odin was staring at them like "What did I do to have this pair of idiots as sons"

Some people like Freyr were too drunk to understand what was happening and they were just screaming: "Fight, fight, fight!"

The fight was lame, and when Tyr (The real one) arrived, he really tried to make them stop.

Tyr tried to calm down Thor, and Heimdall just walked away.

And Sif, Sif was mad as hell at Thor, she and Thor left the party soon, as Sif said: "You have done enough"

And Kratos... Well, he's there, but he's not even drinking, he's just there making sure that his friends are okay and Odin doesn't try something when they're drunk.

He weren't planning to go but Freya ask him to go with her and he thought it could be interesting and maybe he could learn something about Odin or his plans.

Freya was enjoying the party, she's not the heart of the party, but, you know who it is? Freyr.

Freyr is having the BEST time of his life, he's drinking, dancing on the floor like he was at the end of the world.

Baldur was there too, dancing with Freyr, he can't get drunk, but he's trying really hard, he's drinking everything he sees (and doing some drugs) he really WANTS to feel something.

The party starts going out of hands, someone, ahem, ahem, Odin, put something on the drinks while nobody was seeing.

Everyone starts doing things that normally they wouldn't do. Even Tyr and Freya are giving everything on the dance floor.

Heimdall wasn't drinking anymore, he knew what Odin has done but he's not going to question the all-father's behaviour.

Kratos it's fine too, he haven't drunk anything on the entire night, but he's having a great time anyways. There's no need to get drunk, you can have fun without alcohol.

Sindri, Brok and Mimir once everyone is too busy doing things that they will regret tomorrow. They meet together at the bar, Sindri is worried, he thinks that the party has gone out of hands, but Brok tell him to relax, anyone is dying.

When the party is over everyone ends sleeping where they can. Kratos takes Freya to her house but leaves the rest to his own luck.

Freyr and Baldur during the party were like best friends and they wake up next to each other lying on the ground. (Nothing weird, they fell asleep dancing)

Odin left after Kratos, but Heimdall stayed there annoying everyone.

Heimdall wakes up on the entrance of the party, he was so annoying that when he fell asleep everyone agreed on getting ride of him.

Sindri and Brok left and gone home leaving Mimir on the bar.

Everyone left Mimir :(

The next morning everyone woke up with a headche.

Baldur, Freyr and Heimdall found Mimir on the bar.

Mimir would definitely tell them about everything that happened last night, everyone feels a little embarrassed.

But at the end was funny and nobody was hurt.

🎟️,, ~ End

(WHAT WITH THIS GIF I LOVE IT)

That was funny! I spend alomst 2 hours writing, maybe more, maybe less but I hope all liked it :)

And if someone read this and is a minor, bad! I told you this wasn't for kids! But don't worry I understand you, when I was a kid I did that too and I'm normal haha.

Jokes aside, you don't need of alcohol to have fun and this is a fanfic, it's not real and it's not a good example or parties!

Have a nice day :)

#god of war x reader #gow ragnarok #heimdall headcanons #god of war ragnarok #god of war #heimdall god of war #kratos #kratos gow #freya gow #freyr #tyr gow #thor gow #odin allfather #odin gow #gow x reader #headcanon #gow headcanons

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Can I reqyest a Abby× male reader who is one year younger than her and is Georgia's son.

While Abby and him are making out in his room Georgia caught them and give them the "talk".

Abby Littman x Male!reader

Loud music fills your room, drowning out the world as you're blissfully making out with Abby in your bed.

She's on top of you, knees planted around your waist while you're both desperately looking for any sort of friction.

Your hand is under her shirt, slowly moving up her back with intentions of unclasping her bra when your door swings open.

"Y/N can you turn the music down a little-," Georgia says as you and Abby quickly separate, "oops now I know why you had the music so loud."

"Mom can't you knock," you say sitting up while Abby moves to the other side of the bed.

"I was knocking," she states matter of factly, "and you know the rules, doors are supposed to stay open when you have company over."

"Maybe I should go," Abby says awkwardly.

"No Abby stay a minute, we should have a talk," Georgia replies.

"Oh please no," you groan, already knowing where this was going.

Your mother was just as unaware about the word boundaries with you as she was with Ginny.

"Calm down Y/N, I just want to make sure you're being safe," she says, "you are being safe right?"

"Mom! We haven't even had sex yet," you confess just wanting this conversation to be over.

"Well that's alright, let me know when you are going to take that step in your relationship, I'll take you to buy you some condoms. Abby, are you on birth control?" Georgia asks cheerfully and Abby blushes.

"Oh my god this is so embarrassing," you mutter, hiding your face in your hands.

"Y/N do I need to remind you that I got pregnant at your age, I would just like to avoid any of my kids following in my footsteps," she tells you, "I had the same talk with Ginny, God knows what's happening in her bedroom with Marcus sneaking in every night."

"What do I have to say to make this end?" You sigh dramatically.

"Promise me when you decide to have sex, with each other's enthusiastic consent might I add, you do so safely," she tells you.

"Yes mom I promise we will use condoms," you reply and Abby just nods.

"Good. Now, I'm ordering pizza. Abby, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Uh sure," Abby replies shyly.

Georgia smiles and leaves your room, making a show that the door is still wide open.

"I am so sorry," you say, flopping back into the pillows.

"It's okay," Abby chuckles, laying next to you, "it would have been way worse if it was my mom, she would have just yelled at us for being irresponsible hormonal teenagers."

"Trust me this will not be the end of it, I know more about my sister's sex life than any guy should have to know because of my mom. I do have condoms by the way… whenever it is you're ready to have sex, if you ever want to have sex with me I mean," you say nervously.

Abby smiles and kisses you, "I want to have sex with you."

"Really?" You say excitedly.

"Yeah," she nods, kissing you again, "except I think we should wait until your mom isn't home."

"Right yeah, that makes sense," you chuckle. "But in the meantime we can keep making out until the pizza gets here," Abby grins.

"Yes we should totally do that," you smile, eagerly kissing her and making the most out of the next half hour.

#ginny and georgia imagine #abby littman imagine #abby littman x reader #x male reader #fic

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shylittleunicorn15 · 2 months

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hello there

i have not been able to get my head straight since @jestercrowner drew my fankids meeting theirs so i wanna make some headcannons for my digital suburban au where the fankids(including one i haven't finished drawing yet named Caine JR.) will be most common, so let's start!

-at age 4-5, Cosmo always had a specific thing that needed to be done for bedtime, after getting ready, he'd lay down in bed and have Jax and Caine tuck him in, he wouldn't sleep until he'd had his favorite plush bat knight Sir Bats with him, Jax or Caine reading him a story, and his nightlight on(he still sleeps with a nightlight and Sir Bats now because he's scared of the dark)

-Posie however is different, she needs music to sleep and her white ballerina mouse plushie

-Cosmo and Posie have the twin sibling dynamic of "get's into trouble(Posie), was roped into the trouble(Cosmo)"

-Caine is a workaholic, he stays up too late at nights, Jax usually has to drag Caine to bed

-Posie is a loud and mischievous troublemaker, meanwhile Cosmo is a kind polite and quiet helper, Jax Jr and Caine Jr just stand there and stare(it concerns Caine occasionally, but they can speak and act like normal children)

-Rabbits/bunnies are known to have huge litters, while Jax can't physically handle more than three kids in the womb at a time, being pregnant with twins will be semi common, triplets are quite rare, while one baby is pretty darn rare for Jax

-much like Ragatha, Jax is made from cotton, felt, toy stuffing, and other stuff used when making plush toys, which means Cosmo, Posie, Caine Jr, and Jax Jr are half plush, half human/anthro

-Cosmo is older than Posie by 5 minutes

-if you pick up Posie, she'll go feral and attack you(she bites). if you pick Cosmo up, he'll do his little thing in your hold politely(just make sure Sir Bats is with him so he wont get nervous). if you pick up Jax Jr and Caine Jr, they'll act like a cat that just lets you pick them up.

-Keep treats on hand when meeting all four kids for different reasons (Posie: to have her calm down.) (Cosmo: to comfort him or calm him down.) (Jax Jr and Caine Jr: to protect yourself.)

before i had my characters drawn i felt like this 👇🏻

#the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc #tadcfanchildren #tadc fanchild #tadc fankid #fanchildren #fankid #fanchild #jax x caine

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ghostofafruit · 6 months

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Hey! Do you want a riverrose fic written by a mildly dyslexic dumbass who adores them? You do? Well by golly do I have just the thing for you! This takes place in a world where canon is just a suggestion, it's between Rory telling her they're headed for Amy and River going to tell her parents who she is. I haven't got a name for it, so it's currently called Riverrose Tumblr Fic #1 and it's crossposted on a03. Below you'll find the fruits of my labour

River had just broken out of stormcage again, she'd only been back in her cell for several hours but now she knew when her family and her husband where off too and what they were doing she couldn't settle down. She knew she couldn't go there, not yet. She'd end up changing events, she just knew it.

While she liked how most of her life was, her childhood years had been awful. She'd not gotten to her parents for a long time, and by the time she had she'd already become an adult once. She hated the whole affair, but if she changed it she wouldn't have the Doctor. She wouldn't have Rose.

It was Rose she went too. Kind, caring, Rose. Rose who took the universe in her arms and did her best to help it.

"Hello Sweetheart," she said, appearing in Rose's kitchen doorway. Rose gasped slightly and put her hand to her heart.

"Hello love, wasn't expecting you," Rose said. "Tea?"

"Go on then," River agreed, smiling at her. There was always something so calming about being around Rose. She had that smile that could make her hearts speed up, and she always seemed just a little golden. Slightly wolfish.

"When are we?" she asked as she added the milk to River's cup.

"I've tried to keep us linear, have you done the midnight carnival yet?" she asked. Rose huffed.

"The one with the murderous pigs? Or the one with the human eating locals?" she asked. River laughed.

"Both of them actually, last thing I remember us doing was the human eating locals," she told her, accepting the mug Rose offered to her.

"That was a night," Rose muttered as she lead the way to the living room. "Got any plans for us?"

"I was more hoping to just relax really, my parents are finding out who I am now," she set. They settled onto the plush sofa, as close together as they could.

"Oh River," Rose said, taking her hand.

"What are you doing tonight?" River asked instead.

"Well, you know I took up singing back in Pete's world before I could actually make the jump?" she asked. River nodded. She'd half considered breaking the walls just to hear the music her Rose had made. "Yeah, I've taken it up again. I've got my first gig tonight. It's a sold out show and everything."

"That's brilliant, think I could still go?" she asked, putting her tea down on the coffee table and shifting to face her. Rose grinned at her.

"You'd want to?" she asked, almost nervously.

"Of course I would!" River said.

"Well uh, I did save you a ticket. I was just gonna send it to you, but now you're here," Rose said. River watched her as she got up and made her way into her bedroom, sometimes River would think of it as their bedroom. It wasn't long before Rose came back out with a small, metal, slip for her. Practically everything on this planet in this time was printed on metal. Books were heavy as all hell, it was why Rose didn't have any in her flat.

"I'd love to go," she reassured.

"But you want to see your parents first," Rose realised. "God I'm so sorry, of course you would want to see them first."

"Yeah, I want to see them when they realise who I am to them, when they realise I'm not just their old friend but their daughter too," she said, leaning into Rose. "I'm so old now, but I still feel like I need them," she admitted quietly. Rose put River's ticket down and wrapped her arms around her. She gently kissed her girlfriend's forehead.

"Of course you still need them, everyone needs their parents, or some form of parental figure. I still want my parents sometimes," she said.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah. Want me to go with you?" Rose asked. River pulled away slightly and looked at her.

"Would you?" she asked quietly. Rose smiled at her, not her universe saving, beautiful smile, but a reassuring one.

"Of course River, I'm there if you want me there," she promised.

"Ok, I'll clean myself up and we can go. Get it out the way before I start putting it off," River said. Despite that, she still sat on the sofa with Rose for some time, taking all the support Rose could give her.

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its-tiamat · 2 years

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|| CHANGING PLANS 6 ||

I finally found the time (not currently working on requests, I tend to give them priority over this lol) and the will (I hate having unfinished projects so I'm focusing on at least finishing this) so here's chapter 6! Hope ya'll like it <3

Pairings: Bakugo x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (#LetBakugoSayFuck)

CHAPTER 1

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Mina was gonna pay for that. Bakugo was now sitting on the edge of your bed. And you never thought this level of awkwardness could be achieved.

You could tell he was embarrassed by his current situation too, as he was occupying the smallest space he could possibly sit on without falling off, as far as he could from where you sat, fruit bowl between your crossed legs.

You didn't even know why he came into your room, it just felt natural after he brought you food to keep the door open as he got inside.

Hell, wasn't he one of your friends after all? Since when was letting your friend in your room embarrassing?

It's not like you were doing weird stuff or anything-

"Is the fruit shit?" Bakugo broke the silence. You snapped out of your thoughts, and looked at him.

"You aren't eating. Is the fruit that bad?"

"No, I just-" you made up something on the spot "I haven't got a spoon, or a fork, so it would be kinda hard to eat this."

"Dammit." He said under his breath. He got up. "I'm gonna get you one."

"No. I mean, it's fine. Also it's already pretty late, I could always eat it for breakfast or something. Thanks for bringing it, anyway." You smiled.

He walked towards the door. "What do you mean? It's fucking useless without a fork. Stop being all nice when I did nothing." It was a weird way to tell someone not to worry.

You got up too, and walked out of the door before he could close it. Truth was, you thought creeping around the corridors with Bakugo felt less stupid than just staying there waiting until your short-tempered personal waiter brought you what you needed. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to leave your room and never come back. One more reason to tail him.

"Huh?"

"Can I come too?" You asked.

"It's a fucking fork, it's not like I need a rescue team to go to the kitchen you know?" he snarled, but he closed the door behind you while doing so. "Why are you bringing the bowl anyway?"

You held your bowl in an arm. "So at least if we meet someone I have an excuse to sneak I'm the kitchen at night."

"Whatever. Now stop talking."

"I prefer eating fruit salad with a spoon, not with a fork, by the way." You smirked, and even though the corridor was dark you were sure your Katsuki could feel that you were mocking him.

Why was every movement louder at night?

The floor creaked under Bakugo's feet, and then under yours too. He was still wondering why you couldn't just wait in your room. Dammit, why did he forget the fucking fork?

Spoon. The fucking spoon.

Downstairs he could still hear faint orchestral music. Somebody had lowered the volume, but the concert still went on. At least it covered the sound of yours and his steps down the stairs.

The kitchen tiles were far less loud to walk on if compared to the parquet. The problem, now, we're the drawers.

"I'm opening it," you whispered.

He nodded. Your hands were far more delicate than his, and far softer. A ray of light was shining in from outside a window, caressing your face. He stood silently by your side, gazing at you in that moment, that felt so mundane yet so intimate and-

He ducked behind the counter.

"What are you doing in the kitchen this late?" a voice asked, from the other side of the counter.

He hid just in time.

"Oh, hi Iida" you greeted the boy standing in the kitchen with you, and placed your elbow on the marble right above Bakugo's head. "I was just getting a snack, since I skipped dinner. What about you?"

Bakugo had never seen you lie to someone with such confidence. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, but you looked so calm, while his first impulse was to hide. What the fuck!

"I'm getting a glass of water, I have to keep hydrated." Iida answered.

"Sure!" You said, getting a glass down from a cabinet before he could even take a step. You filled it with tap water, and slid it across the counter: "A tall glass of water for my favorite class prez."

Bakugo heard Iida chuckle. "Thanks, really. Still, you shouldn't eat that much fruit before going to bed. It contains a lot of sugar, so it's probably going to keep you awake for a while. Wanna join me? They are broadcasting a live concert."

"I think I'll skip this time," you said, "sorry if I leave you alone."

"I'm not totally alone, I mean," the boy went on, "Midoriya and Uraraka are there too, though they fell asleep. So did Jirou. I think Yayorozu might still be awake. The music is amazing, though."

God, couldn't he just leave and go listen to his damn concert if he liked it that much?

"I'm pretty tired," you said, and yawned theatrically, "so I'm just eating this and going to bed. You can tell me more about it tomorrow, ok?"

"Yes! It's good to go to sleep early. Have a good night," said Iida, and placed the empty glass on the counter before heading back to the other room. Bakugo grunted.

"Did you really need to hold a conversation with him?" He raised an eyebrow at how, even though you were so composed a second before, you were now holding a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Stop it." He got up. "Got your spoon? I'm going back upstairs."

"Anyway, what's up with Raccoon eyes?" asked Bakugo. You were chewing on a mouthful of fruit, and hummed to ask him to elaborate.

"She threw us out like we tried to fucking rob her."

"I guess," you said, once your mouth was empty again, "she just wanted to dress up in peace. Or she was tired." You picked up another spoon of fruit. "I dunno."

Bakugo was now sat at your desk, and at least it looked a bit more comfortable than he was half an hour before. "Whatever. I don't like being treated like garbage."

"Well, do I look like I liked it?" you said.

"Hah, I'm sure you didn't." Bakugo started toying around with your pen, clicking it and spinning it in his right hand. "But you are the type that goes along with almost whatever happens to them. Right?" The pen fell from his hands, to the ground. "Fuck. Sorry."

"For the pen or for that insult?" You inquired, placing the spoon down on your bedside table.

"Huh? I didn't mean it like that." Bakugo kneeled to pick up the pen that had rolled away from him.

"You sure do put up with a lot of shit I'd simply walk away from. Not my business tho."

Bakugo's thoughts, for how bad they had been expressed, had a point. You thought reacting moderately to everything you went through was the best course of action, especially given that you were to become a hero. His critique could even be taken as a compliment, if phrased nicely.

Coming from him, it wasn't supposed to mean much anyway. But it kinda hurt.

You opened the bottle of water and took a sip. He kept spinning your pen, though you heard it fall a couple of times, followed by Bakugo muttering swear words as he picked it up again.

"Were you really ok this morning?" you asked, after a long pause.

"You really shouldn't care about that"

"Well, what if I do?"

Oh.

His crimson eyes locked into yours, like they had done not so many hours ago at the market. But he now looked surprised, surprised at your words and at how bluntly you had spoken them.

"I know, that sounded a bit stupid," you added hoping it made your last question less cheesy, "but you looked like you had seen a ghost and I honestly-"

"I just hate the fucking crowd, ok?" he snapped, slamming the pen on the desk. In less than a second, however, he had already regained his indifferent expression. He looked down, his hands now fidgeting with the corner of your notebook.

"Don't try to pity me. I hate it."

"Sorry, I didn't wanna pity you. I want to understand. That's all."

You tried to smile at him, but he scoffed: "Sure, understanding me. What for?"

"I don't want to see you like that again." Oh, now that you said it, it really hit you. You could still see him grabbing your wrist, and look at you as if he was being chased by something you couldn't even see.

"If I can help, of course. And if it happens again... Fuck it, Bakugo," His frown relaxed at the sound of his own name.

"I just want to be able to do something."

Maybe it was just because of how awkward those words were, or your tiredness, but you thought the room felt a bit warmer now. Even Bakugo's face looked a bit softer. He took the pen back in his hand, and opened your notebook at a random page. You silently hoped there were no weird notes or drawings on the corner of those two pages.

"Thanks."

He started scribbling down, still refusing to look back at you.

"There's not much you can do. Tell me next time you are planning to drag me in a mob like that, and that's all. Or drag me somewhere else."

You chuckled. "Now you like being dragged around?"

"Well fuck, I didn't mean it like that and you know it," he said, but his flushed cheeks were betraying him. Too bad you were looking away, once more embarrassed by your own words.

"I'll find a less crowded place, then." And a place where Mina couldn't find you, you thought.

"Do what you want," he mumbled. It wasn't a no.

"Anyway, I already did most of the math homework we have for Monday. If you can't solve it just ask me. Or don't. You can always ask someone smarter like our beloved class prez, since you seem to like him so much."

You laughed.

"I'll probably accept your offer, I can't solve even one of those. But I'll try again tomorrow. Now, I just want to sleep."

Bakugo got up, and for the second time tonight walked towards the door. "Go to sleep, then."

"Really? Can't you say goodnight like normal people do?"

He smirked, and opened the door. "Sleep well, girl."

Closing the door behind himself, Bakugo fought the instinct to slap himself.

Sleep well, girl.

What the fuck was that?

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paulnewmanlover · 1 year

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Personal Year in Review - 2022

Mostly just wanted to get my thoughts out about the year; it actually was a decent year, had some good ups and nothing dramatically low. My personal and mental stability has been much better, my baseline for happiness has been a lot higher, I feel more content with myself as a person and the direction I feel my life is moving.

Specific things I'm proud of:

- I read 21 books this year! I haven't read anything close to that many since.... I can't even remember, honestly. Favorite book this year is a toss-up between Beloved by Toni Morrison (SO well-written, holy shit) and Night Watch by Terry Pratchett (the character development and payoff after reading all the guards books in a row was incredible. mr vimes my poor little meow meow)

- Finished my first ever ttrpg campaign (what an incredible time it was, big kisses 2 the rapscallions crew) AND finally got the nerve to start DMing a DnD campaign!

- Made some local friends and actually started dating someone 😳

- I've had 2 separate incidents this year where I've actually caught myself before spiraling into a full blown panic attack and been able to identify what is happening/calm down/meditate my way out of it, which is HUGE for me. I've never been able to stop it before, and since my anxiety has gotten a lot worse these past few years actually having an effective tool is something I'm really proud of (gotta keep up the meditation habit though so it becomes a regular practice)

- I trained my cat to both let me clip her nails and brush her teeth every night! It's small and dumb but I worked really hard on it 🥲

- I got a promotion and a significant raise at work, and have gotten a lot of good feedback from my bosses, so I'm proud of the direction my career is moving, too

Things I need to work on this next year:

- My exercise routine has totally derailed... I need to workout regularly again

- My creativity and hobbies :( I blame Elden Ring for being so good lol but a lot of my time was just dumped into video games this year! and while I had rapscallions/DnD as a creative outlet I want to get back into arts, music, and crafts so I can make things again

- In a similar vein, I need to learn something new this year. I didn't push myself too far out of my comfort zone (which is fine!) but I want to try this year to do something I'm not familiar with. I miss learning a new hobby/skill or even digging into a topic I want to learn more about, instead of just falling back on something I know I enjoy

Anyways, that's the wrap-up! I'm super thankful to everyone who helped make this year a good one, and I'm tentatively optimistic about what 2023 will bring. Happy New Year's, everybody!

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raisinghellonstarbug · 1 year

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OK so I just wished to express this because I don't do it very often but feel the need to right now, even though it's actually hard to do so and put into words so I'll do my best, hopefully without sounding too disgustingly fan girly...

Basically Sam Fender is someone who despite being from a whole different part of England to me, is someone who as a person alongside his music, I could not relate to anymore to than I already do.

I have had the privilege of being able to express my adoration a little and was shocked when he responded to me over Instagram last year, but man I don't think he would even know the half of it if I could actually tell him all of it in person.

I just know I would find it difficult, I would stutter because of nerves and he would probably find it too overwhelming and somehow I would probably make him feel uncomfortable because I am good at that, and I think there's a reason I haven't met my absolute favourite actors/musicians for this very reason 🤣🤣 but yeah I would struggle for probably an hour or two before I would eventually calm down and be able to chat to him like an actual fucking normal person!

So instead I am letting it out to this tumblr void and letting it be here for just my thoughts and for anyone who might be slightly interested.

Sam Fender is like a mind reader. Like he really feels like he knows my life for real. I mean similarities are definitely there where my parents struggled financially when I was a child. I had an estranged relationship with my dad for years despite choosing to live with him when I was 10. My mum walked out on us and I was broken for years. I got bullied at school for years as well and although it's called "Dead Boys", I was nearly a Dead Girl that couldn't be explained, except I just wanted to die at 17.

Seventeen Going Under was really the hitting point for me. I really was 17 and going under in life. I was a mess. And then Spit of You made me bawl my eyes out when I first heard it because those lyrics alongside the music video was just pure dynamite for me, like everything that I wish I could express, but he has done it better than me.

I've considered the music route and have been told I am a good singer and a good writer, but damn, did I struggle to keep myself motivated to teach myself guitar. I did ok but then kind of gave up on it because I didn't think I could get very far.. I was watching my dad have mental breakdowns almost everyday which clouded my motivations. I still consider sometimes whether I try and pick it up again and play at an open mic night. One day I might. The closest I have come as of late so far is on karaoke nights working at the pub and only then do I sing my heart out besides at home 😄

His political views are a part of it too. Our political system is fucked and he expresses that brilliantly too with Long Way Off and Aye. I mean Hypersonic Missiles and White Privilege as well but they're more worldwide explanations. The left (Labour) and right (Conservatives) don't appeal to me either way. We need a whole revamp.

Basically this fella from North Shields is like a gift to me and to many others. I just wish he could know this without me sounding like a creepy fucker. He's just awesome in general really and I guarantee that if I wasn’t so awkward with celebrities and could actually keep my cool when I usually can, I would happily have a good old chinwag with him, just talk about life and have a few bevvies.

I mean hell, the actual dream would be to duet a song with him ❤ he would play guitar and I would sing. It's not expected though and seems like such a long shot to ever actually happen, and while I saw him perform at Ally Pally in London in November 2021, I did not get lucky in catching him after the gig. Maybe one day I will but then he would probably be super famous by then. He definitely deserves all the attention anyway!

So yeah. That was what I was thinking about this morning of all things 😅

I love you Sam Fender, even though you have no idea who I am.

Peace,

Luna x

#ok i think this is too cheesy but oh well #sam fender #this took me a while to write because i needed to make it clear goddamn it 😆#hypersonic missiles #seventeen going under #i love you sam

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different-worlds-series · 7 months

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Chapter Eleven: Meet My Friend, Mal

'Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed'

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Emma walked into the gazette, looking around for Lois. "Lois!" Emma called out, her answer being a loud bang. Lois came out of the office, smiling at Emma. "Do I even want to know?" Emma asked the woman about the bang. Lois raised an eyebrow, "Just Chrissy" She told her.

"So what's the craic?" Emma asked Lois, seeing her Morgan Edge board behind her. "I need your help, have you ever seen a yellow kryptonite before?" Lois' voice was quieter, making sure Chrissy wouldn't hear her. Emma scrunched her eyebrows. "Uhh, I know how different kryptonite effects both Kryptonians and humans differently, but the colours? It varies depending on Crisis, Barry fucking the timeline or simple storyline purposes" Emma explained to her.

Lois bit her lip, she knew that Emma's memories seemed to stop coming back in the last few weeks but still a small part of her was hoping for anything. "If you want I can give you all the information on what they might do depending on the colour" Emma offered just as Chrissy walked out of the small office. "Yes and remember that-" "Sienna is picking up the boys for school" Emma smiled at her before leaving the gazette with a small wave to Chrissy.

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"Boys, Sienna will be here in a minute! You know what Emma's like if she's late!" Clark shouted up at his sons as he heard them scramble upstairs. "Clark, we have to do something, and nobody's gonna listen to me. They haven't since that first town hall, but they will to you" Lois told Clark, finishing their previous conversation as their sons came into the kitchen.

"Hey, which one's mine?" Jordan asked as Clark pointed to his lunch bag. Jordan thanks his father. "All right, guys, we're probably gonna have another late night working on this Edge case" Lois explained to the boys as Sienna's car pulled up outside. "All right, we were gonna see Emma's revue tonight anyway" Jon shrugged mindlessly at his parents, unaware of Jordan's shocked face. Jordan hit his brother's side with wide eyes.

"Dude, you weren't supposed to say anything" Jordan hissed at him as Jonathan's face paled. "I'm so screwed," Jon muttered as Emma walked into the house. Lois turned to the young girl, hands on her hips. "You're performing tonight and you didn't tell us?" She questioned her.

Emma looked in the twins' direction, glaring at them and seeing Jon's face. "I didn't want to make a huge deal out of it. Taking down Edge is more important than a small performance" Emma explained to Lois, handing her a folded piece of paper. "No, we will be there" Clark confirmed, seeing Emma's body go a little tense. "Cool. Now let's go! If we're late I will decapitate you both" Emma pointed at Jordan and Jon before leaving the house.

Lois and Clark gave Jordan a suggestive look. "Come lover boy, don't wanna piss off your girl" Jon snickered at his brother as he went red. "I raised you not to keep a pretty girl waiting" Lois added, earning a groan from her son. "You're mother's right Jordan, where's your manners?" Clark joined in before Jordan walked out with a red face.

Emma waited on the steps of the porch, impatiently tapping her fingers. She heard Jordan mumbling angrily behind her. "Let me guess, teasing you?" Emma asked with a knowing smile. Jordan held out his hand to help her up, "You've got no idea" He sighed.

Emma kissed his cheek, holding his other cheek. "Trust me, I know. Older sister of horny brothers and cousins. I'm the queen of teasing" Emma told him before letting her hand fall to his side, intertwining their fingers.

"Come on, I'm not being late even if it's that hellhole" Emma gently pulled Jordan along to Sienna's car.

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The ride to school was calm, Emma having Speak Now by Taylor Swift playing as she had a nap in the front seat. Sienna was having small talk with Jonathan while Jordan looked over the music for Emma's performance.

As soon as they began to pull up to the school, the quick cut of Haunted caused Emma's eyes to open. "Hey, who cut the bridge?" Emma asked groggily, the side of her temple red from leaning against the window. "We're here" Sienna told her as the boys had already begun to leave the car. Emma seemed cranky at this point, her eyes flashing neon for a moment before leaving the car.

Sienna turned back to the twins, especially Jordan. "Keep an eye on her today please" She asked the twins who nodded before leaving the car. Emma had stopped a little away from the car, looking out at the crowd. For a moment she could see someone, someone that felt familiar. But when she blinked, they were gone.

Jordan placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, taking her out of her dazed state. "You good?" Jordan asked, interlacing their fingers together. Emma gave his hand a small squeeze, "Just tired". Jordan nodded before they caught up with Jon.

He was staring at Teagan as she walked in. "Don't forget to close your mouth lover boy" Emma teased him, nudging his side. Jon rolled his eyes at Emma, nudging her back. "Whatever" He mumbled, earning a few chuckles from Jordan and Emma. "What? Can you dish it but not take it?" Emma snickered at him before Jordan gently pulled her inside to leave his brother to be lovesick.

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Emma smiled as Jordan finished playing the piano. "You're amazing, it sucks you had to stop" Emma admired, smiling at Jordan till her cheeks hurt. Jordan chuckled, "Yeah, anxiety's a bitch" Jordan sighed, making Emma laugh. "Definitely, the bitch of all bitches" Emma agreed, resting her head on Jordan's shoulder. "You're so good at singing, honestly how weren't you famous?" Jordan asked Emma, knowing she was a part of the Superman Musical.

She shrugged, "It was a hobby..." she spoke lightly, already seeing Jordan's eyebrow raised at her feeble statement. "...I just didn't get famous for being a gigantic nerd, okay!" Emma pushed Jordan weakly, seeing him shake his head at her as he laughed off her statement. "I'm surprised that you haven't, you would definitely make a living as a gigantic nerd" Jordan told her wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Oh yeah and create the biggest Superman Musical this universe has ever seen. Name changes in all" Emma exaggerated with her arm in the air. Jordan struggled to contain his laughter while Emma giggled profusely.

Jordan wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder. "I'll be in the front row cheering you on" He told her, kissing her cheek softly. Emma hummed, taking in Jordan's embrace. It was a dream come true for her. She was in Smallville and dating Jordan Kent. It felt surreal.

Emma turned her head to kiss his cheek in return. "You're a dork. But you're my dork" Emma told him with a simple smile as she looked into his eyes. "And you're my fangirl" Jordan smiled before sneezing, turning his head away into his wrist. Emma felt a coldness wash over her, eyes burning that she ducked down.

"Em" Jordan looked down with wide eyes. He turned to see her eyes glowing for a moment as her breathing was laboured. "ELT, now" Emma said urgently, helping Jordan up as he sneezed again, fumbling to take out the small device as Emma hid him from people who might see him.

The ringing of the high pitched frequency took Emma off-guard, her eyes still glowing. Clark came through the doors of the empty school hall. "Jordan?" Clark asked worried about him seeing the glowing on Emma's face. "Something's wrong with me2 Jordan managed to force out as he sneezed again, more ice appearing on his arm.

"The kryptonite grenade. It's affecting him, you must have accidently passed it on, Clark" Emma told him, making Clark confused. "Then why aren't you sneezing ice?" He asked her. Emma shrugged, "Go, before someone sees him" she urged Clark. "What about you?" Jordan asked, not wanting to leave Emma while her eyes and cheeks were still glowing.

Emma kissed his cheek, "I'll be fine, now go" reassuring Jordan enough to leave with Clark. "I'm sorry" She whispered before running out of the school, determined to find one person. Her vision showed her the truth, and she'll do anything to stop it. To stop Zeta-Rho.

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Emma stormed into the small EdgeCorp building. Her face stoic as she made her way to Edge's office. No one noticed her and if they did, they didn't care or want to know why an angry teen was stomping around.

She found Leslie first, the woman staring at her like the town hall and harvest fest. "If you have a problem Larr, spit it out" Emma glared at her. Leslie remained quiet, opening the door to Edge's office. Emma huffed as she walked passed, and quickly spat at Leslie's feet. The woman growled at her inhumanly as she slammed the door.

"Now that's no way for a young lady to act" Edge spoke, legs crossed as he sat at his desk. Emma rolled her eyes, "Fuck off Tal". Edge's relaxed demeanour vanished at the mention of his real name. "You're remembering" He stated, standing up slowly. "Barely but I know about the Eradicator and your mud pile of a father" Emma stated, seeing the anger in his eyes. Tal slammed his hand on the desk, the whole room shaking with it. "HOW DARE YOU!" He shouted at her, expecting some fear or a squeak of terror. He was taken back by Emma's lack of response.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" Emma asked him cheekily, crossing her arms. Tal glared at her for a moment. "I bet you're curious why I chose–" "Smallville natives are more receptive to Kryptonian consciousness' due to the over exposure of X-Kryptonite" Emma answered simply.

Tal seemed impressed by Emma's knowledge. "You truly are an Alor daughter, spitting image of your grandmother, Naeza" He told her with a sense of truth. "I don't care Tal, but I know you're gonna send those brainwashed lackeys after Lois" Emma reminded him of his little plan. "Well, not yet" Tal clicked his tongue.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows. "Not yet? What are you planning?" Emma questioned, her eyes glowing fiercely as two dots appeared under each eye. Tal seemed intrigued. "You see young Alor, my dear mother knew that my father was up to something and added a failsafe" He told her, clicking his fingers.

The door opened behind Emma, causing her to turn. She looked in shock at the silhouette. Her eyes faded as she gasped, tears gathering in her eyes as she stepped back. "No" She breathed out, her breath heavy. "It can't be" She whimpered. The young man stepped forward into the light.

"I'm sorry Emmsie"

A gust of dark yellow was blown into Emma's face. Knocking her down to the floor, eyes drooping. "No...it" Emma slurred out painfully, coughing up with a coldness in her throat. A cold breath left her mouth, crystallizing into ice on the floor.

Tal dropped his shoulders, hands in his pants pockets. "Bring her to the fortress, prep her for...7 ounces" He ordered the man. The young man lifted Emma into his arms bridal style. She murmured trying weakly to fight back. "Please...C-C" She forced out before her eyes closed. The veins on her face turned a bright yellow.

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Sienna walked into Jordan's room, her eyes full of worry as she saw all the ice manifesting from Jordan's illness. "Where's Emma?" Jordan asked, his voice low and raspy. Sienna looked at Jordan confused. "I thought she was here" Sienna stated, looking around at the rest of the Kent family. "She's not at the school?" Lois asked Sienna, just in case Emma had stayed behind to provide a cover up for Jordan's sudden exit.

Sienna shook her head. "No, I had to gather her things after Sarah noticed her notebook on the piano" She explained, her heart began to race. A gust of wind broke into the room. Clark was quick to shield Jordan while Lois did the same with Jon. Sienna's eyes began to glow purple as she watched her little sister carefully.

"What a lovely little room" Mal commented to start a conversation. "What do you want, Mal?" Sienna asked, creating a small dagger in her hand. Mal tutted at Sienna, walking away from the middle of the room to the door for a quick exit plan. "Put the blade away sister, there's children present" Mal scolded her like a child. "As if you ever cared for the safety of a child" Lois glared at the kryptonian.

Mal walked up to her very slightly. "Watch it Lane, unlike my offspring I don't care for your life" Mal threatened her with a sharp tone. "What do you want, Mal?" Clark asked this time, his own anger beginning to bubble at the threat to his wife. Mal was quick to drop the evil look and turned to Clark with a smile.

"Just to tell Emma's alive... for now" Mal shrugged simply. "What are you doing to her!" Jordan shouted, standing up only to fall back down with a fit of coughs as ice chunks came out. Mal grimaced at the sight, "I'll make sure she's returned alive. I just need her for a little project" Mal avoided the question without hesitation.

"Mal" Sienna dragged out in a dangerous tone. "What have you done?" She asked. Mal only smirked at her sister. "Only Lara Lor-Van deemed necessary" She answered vaguely before flying off from the farm.

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Emma groaned as sunlight blared into her eyes. The feeling of sand putting her off as she felt the grains stick to her skin. She opened her eyes slowly at first, blinded by the light. SHe began to sit up, realising her body felt unnaturally weak. As if she had just woken up from a drug haze.

"You're awake!" Tal cheered as Emma groaned. "What the fuck!" Emma snapped, looking up at the alien. Tal crouched down in front of her, clicking his tongue. "Welcome to my humble Fortress. Unlike my dear little brother, I much rather feel this world's magnetic sun on my face" Tal welcomed her, confusing the teen greatly at his lack of coldness. Maybe if melted in this dying heat. "Almost like a drug, something you know very much about". Nevermind, there it was.

"What the fuck do you want with me Tal? Ransom, Kal-El's human identity? Not happening" Emma guessed with her usual softheartedness. Tal rolled his eyes at her. "No, that will come at its own course and I'm a billionaire" He answered with the same energy. Standing up right Tal walked away from Emma.

"Are you aware of the maker of the Eradicator?" Tal asked her, turning to face her again. Emma thought for a moment. "Lara or-Van, you and Kal's birth mother. First kryptonian to have a natural pregnancy in centuries'' Emma answered him. Tal hummed in agreement, "Your mother was right, you do know your stuff" Tal complimented her. "How else was I supposed to cope with the shit she put me through?" Emma counterated his words.

"Mal's way of 'readying' you, but please believe me when I say, I never agreed with her methods" Tal spoke softly, as if he actually cared. Emma bit her tongue, " Like what Zeta did to you?" Emma asked him, crossing her legs. "Don't worry, you haven't been exposed to any drugs, I give you my word" Tal spoke with a harder tone, ready to get back to his topic.

"My mother, she created the Eradicator as a safety net. But when she realised how dangerous it could be she sent it into the universe. Unaware it was linked to my brother and his cousin's pod. She also created a failsafe, incase the universe had other plans. The blood of the most current Alor protector" Tal explained while he brought out a familiar object.

An hospital IV drip, ready to use.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not qualified for this" Tal smacked his lips. Emma watched as his face morphed into concern. It was weird, Emma felt like she could feel his concern as someone walked into the small cavern.

"But I am"

Emma narrowed her eyes at Mal and the woman held the needle in the air. "Let's get started" Mal's smile was vicious as she grabbed Emma's arm. She stabbed her vein harshly, making Emma wince. Her mother only snickered at Emma. "Pathetic, all those years of needles and you still can't handle the pain" Mal tsked Emma, making sure that the IV was working.

Emma growled at her, "What do you expect, it was torture" She fired back. Mal glared at her before slapping her face hard. Emma could feel the stinging on her cheeks, already feeling the bruise form. "Be quiet! You're just like your brother" Mal hissed at her as the blood began to be taken from Emma's arm.

"You gonna kill me like you did to Connor?" Emma asked boredly, already getting ready for a long wait. No one would have noticed she was missing. Jordan was more important right now. Emma could wait for a rescue as long as Jordan was okay.

Mal snickered at Emma's statement. "I never killed Conner, Elrisia. That's just what he wanted for you to believe" Mal answered, sitting across from her daughter. Emma looked at Mal suspiciously. "What are you talking about? I saw you kill him" Emma stated with strong belief in her words.

"Why don't I show you" Mal stated, her eyes glowing green. Emma's eyes widened as her eyes flashed blue and then green.

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Emma stood in the parking lot of the hospital her mother worked, Deirdre standing in front of her. "Emma, you need to think this through" The detective warns her gently. Emma only scoffed at her. "No! I know my mother did this, she's not getting away with it. Not after Billy" Emma snapped at the woman. Deidre sighed, rubbing her temples, "You don't know this for certain and if..if you did you should go to the station or tell me where Marty is hiding" Deidre suggested, knowing Emma long enough now. Emma looked at her for a moment, biting the inside of her bottom lip.

"Twomey,!" a man called from inside the hospital. Deirdre huffed at her partner. "Do not go anywhere Emmie, I mean it. You've been out of this mess for three years now, we don't need you back in this" Deirdre pleaded with Emma. The young teen nodded as Deirdre ran inside to the hospital. Emma waited till the woman was fully inside the building before running to a bus stop.

She had run to her mother's small council house, the windows boarded up with wood scraps. Emma held a dark hurley in her hand, her knuckles white from her grip. She walked up to the door covered in spray paint, fisting it harshly.

"MAM! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Emma screamed till her throat burned. The door opened quickly, causing Emma to step back. A man with a joint in his mouth. Emma saw the fresh and old patches of blood on his arms before the man crossed. "Word of advice, veins on the thighs are better, now move" She pushed away from him into the small house.

The walls were thick with smoke, either from crack, weed or both. Emma walked past the man in the front room, pipes in hand while scraps of tinfoil were discarded on the floor. "Hey Emma!" some of them mumbled, the girl waving back nicely. They were made addicts by her mother, she was there for most of them. Needles forced into their skin by Marty's hand.

Emma made her way upstairs, knowing which room her mother would be in. Marty sat on a rocking chair, joint in between her fingers. On the bed was Conner, just like their mother. Joint in hand only there was a fresh patch of blood coming through his grey shirt. And a needle beside him free hand.

"Con! What are you doing?" Emma snapped, walking past her mother to inspect her big brother's arm. "Emmsie... it's fine just a little boost" Conner slurred as Emma slapped him in the face. 6 months dealing cocaine and weed to put you into Tabor Lodge. Almost two years clean... Conner, how could you do this?" Emma began to tear up, her rage left to a dangerously simmering fury.

"He's finally embracing who he is Elrisia, my son" Marty stood up behind her. Emma swung her hurley at Marty, the wood snapping in half as it hit Marty's head. "WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE US ALONE!" Emma screamed, dropping the broken hurley. Marty walked up to Emma, grabbing her arm. She shoves her joint into Emma's shoulder, the sound of sizzling skin and the smell of flesh burning making Emma gag.

Marty laughed maliciously as she pushed Emma back. "Looks like little Conner isn't doing so well little one" Marty fake grimace looking behind her daughter. Emma turned to see Conner, dropping a larger needle than most addicts use. Blood dripped from his forearm, his body beginning to seize up violently, shaking the bed frame of the mattress he was on. Emma tried to hold him in the recovery position, his breathing becoming dangerously slow.

Then he stopped. His entire body collapsed, his chest stopped rising and his lips were slowly turning a blue colour. Emma felt her body turn rigid, hot tears falling down her face as her mouth was left agape. She turned slowly to Mal, seeing a small box cutter in the corner of her eye. She very carefully moved towards it, picking it up from the shelf it sat on. She saw red.

Marty was against the wall, the box cutter no longer in Emma's hands. Instead it was on the floor covered in blood as sirens began to blare, blue lights flashing rapidly. Emma's body paled as she fell to the floor. Blood covering her body, a fresh cut made from under her chin to the centre of her chest just above her heart.

"Do not mess with me Elrisia" Marty whispered into her ear, a small flicker of green glistening in Emma's eyes as she did before Marty left the room. It was silent for a moment until a loud crash echoed throughout the drug den of a house. People running as Gardaí made their presence known. Loud thumps of footsteps shook the floorboards as people came into the room.

"We need two ambulances now, one unconscious with signs of overdose and another bleeding rapidly from chin to chest" a Garda spoke into a radio on his shoulder. "Wait, these are Marty Clarks' kids. Emma and Conner" A different Garda released. "Requesting back-up. Possible suspect by Martha 'Marty' Clarks, search perimeter for suspect. Victims are Conner Ó Chroídheán, twenty-two and Emma Ní Chroídheán, fourteen"

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Mal watched as Emma squirmed, replacing the third and fourth blood bags with fresh ones, packing the older ones into a special box. "Why do you torture her like this?" Tal asked, finally having his first subjekts activated. Mal simply watches Emma as she mumble incoherent words. "It's fun. Seeing her helpless like a fly in a glass box" Mal commented with a ghost of a smile.

Tal glared at the woman with disgust. "She's a child!" He snapped at her. Mal gave him a stink eye. "Really? Zeta!" Mal called out, the hologram A.I appeared. "Yes my dear" He greeted the Alor sweetly. "Your son needs a little...fix" Mal suggested sweetly, seeing the fear in Tal's eyes. "He's not feeling himself" She added before turning back to her daughter.

"Now let's allow the dam to break" Mal smiled, brushing hair out of Emma's face. Her finger tips glowing green as the glowing followed veins on Emma's head. "Remember little one...remember the truth" Mal spoke into her ear.

"Mam, that's enough"

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Emma walked down the small path, covered by trees and bushes. Sophie was asleep in her arms, her head resting on the crook between Emma's neck and shoulder. Emma hummed a sweet lullaby as they walked into a small tunnel. "Almost home baby, promise" Emma whispered into Sophie's hair.

She felt her body tense up as she walked out of the hidden path to a main road. A pub on her right and a primary school to her left. She walked past the small scouts building that was across from a chemist, the zebra crossings illuminated by the small yellow lamps.

A few cars would pass, their lights guiding Emma's way home. She had earned a few scratches on her body from the prickly thorns that hide the path. A car pulled up in front of Emma, making her hold Sophie tighter.

"Emmie, it's me Deirdre" The woman stepped out of the car, a small smile on her face. "You scared me Dee, thought you were.."Emma trailed off ,kissing Sophie's head. "Marty? No one has seen her since that night Emmie, maybe she's finally gone from your lives" Deirdre spoke softly, taking a car seat from her boot and securing it in the back of her car. Emma nodded gratefully at the gesture, strapping Sophie in while trying not to wake her.

Emma closed the car door silently, entering the front of the car. "What were you even doing in the Wella at this hour? With Sophie no less" Deirdre asked Emma as they began to drive back to Emma's home.

"Graveyard, it's Billy Rose's anniversary" Emma responded, watching Sophie from the side mirror on the car. "Two years right?" Deirdre asked her, eyes on the road. "Yep, not even thirteen when it happened" Emma answered bluntly, not wanting to cry and wake her baby sister up. "How's school? Junior Cert is coming up" Deirdre changed the subject. "Fine, failing most subjects but we get on with it" Emma shrugged as they stopped at a traffic light.

That's when the car shook. Emma felt her body tremble as she saw the road in front of her start to crack and crumble. "Sophie!" Emma gasped, unbuckling her seat belt to grab Sophie. As Emma turned to grabber sister, Sophie seems to have disappeared from the backseat. The seat belt ripped in half and the side door hanging by a thread.

"SOPHIE!" Emma screamed, getting out of the car as fast as she could. The sky was no longer black as it seeped green. Everywhere seemed to be crumbling around her. Emma looked around to see Sophie held in her mother's arms. "LET HER GO!" Emma screamed at Marty running up to her.

Marty only smirked at her daughter. "Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for her?2 Marty asked Emma before throwing Sophie to the nearest crack. Emma screamed as she ran towards her sister. Her veins on fire and her eyes burning. She has to catch her, she has to save her Sophie.

Emma jumped into the crack as Sophie screamed for her big sister. That's when Emma saw it. The black and white portal was underneath them, getting closer every second. Sophie was the first to fall in, Emma barely grasping her fingers as she followed suit. The mix of darkness and light engulfing her before Sophie disappeared from her sight.

"SOPHIE!"

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Mal smiled contently as Emma finally stopped moving, the final blood bag filled and put away. "Well?" Tal asked the older Alor impatiently. "Yes, I'll have Vor prep her for Kal-El. You get the device?" Mal asked him back, crossing her arms at him. Seeing if there was anything she needed Zeta to take care of. Tal held up Lois' ELT, shaking it slightly. "Good. Vor!" Mal called out hardly, her voice echoing.

The boy came to the woman, his face hidden in the shadows of the cavern. "You know your job, see to it" She demanded him before walking away with Tal to go over their plan with Leslie Larr. The boy kneels over Emma's body, brushing her hair out of her face. He gently stopped the bleeding in her arm with a pristine white bandage. "Talk about tables turning" He muttered to himself mostly, wrapping up Emma's arm.

He noticed the scar under her chin, eyes turning soft at it. "I'm so sorry, you had to face her all alone, Emmsie" He sighed, seeing her eyes open ever so slightly. The ice blue like frost on a window pane. "Now you need to listen to me" He spoke softer before whispering something into Emma's ear. Emma's mouth opened slightly, trying to say something.

"Co...nn...er" She managed to slur out before closing her eyes again.

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"I'm glad you came" Tal said, seeing Superman land near him. Superman gave him a determined look. "Everything you're doing is gonna stop" He warned the man he believed to be Morgan Edge. The older kryptonian sighed with pity. "That's exactly what your friend Lois Lane and the young girl Emma keeps saying to me" Tal spoke with a smirk on his face.

"You can't make that happen any more than she can" He added seeing the look on Superman's face as he mentioned Emma. Superman flew straight for Tal, fist balled up ready to punch him. But Tal gracefully dodged him at the same speed. Superman missed him completely. Then Tal punched him harder, knocking Superman to the floor. "Did you really think I'd be giving people powers without having them myself?" He asked Superman rhetorically as the hero got up swiftly, confused for a moment.

"You see, I got mine the same time you did, Kal-El, when I arrived on this planet" Tal spoke, walking slowly towards Superman who was silently stunned he knew his first name. "When you arrived?" Superman asked him, raising his eyebrow at the villain. "I think it's time you learned the truth about who I am and where I'm really from, brother" Tal spoke, floating into the air to assert some sort of dominance over Superman

Brother?" Superman scoffed at him, not believing a word he was saying. "I know how unlikely it may seem, but the two of you do share the same Kryptonian blood" a new voice added in, flying to the ground. "Meet my friend, Mal" Tal introduced Mal to Superman.

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