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ms-demeanor · 3 months

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IDK that I've ever put it in one post before, but here's the transplant speedrun.

1 - Valentines day 2021, he's admitted to the hospital. We take a pre-hospital selfie then I shave his head and he shaves his beard because he doesn't want to deal with hair at the hospital. Me and his mom drop him off; at that point you can only visit someone as they are actually dying and we're told that he's going to stay in the hospital until he gets a transplant or he dies, and if he's rejected as a transplant recipient he'll receive palliative care in this hospital.

2 - First week of March, they allow patients to have one screened visitor; this is our first visit - I take photos in the hospital to show his mom because at this point he has a pump in his shoulder and it is difficult for him to move his arms to use his phone. He has also been confined to a bed since the week he arrived because he's on the ECMO machine, so he can't walk or move around, though they stand him up every once in a while. At one point one of the ecmo tubes pulls out of his femoral artery, which is Not! Great! He also needed a blood transfusion about every two days at that point, which worried the doctors because it increased his likelihood of rejecting. But he had been approved for transplant at that point!

The first thing he said to me on this visit was "look, I have abs" and then he showed me his abs because it turns out when you're really really dying of heart failure your body begins to eat itself.

3 - Now That's What I Call Jaundice (cardiac cirrhosis is liver failure as a result of heart failure and it's pretty much the big giant neon flashing sign of heart failure that says "hey you're fucking dying" so if you've got heart failure and your bilirubin number is off or the whites of your eyes are yellow please kick up a gigantic stink until they check your liver; large bastard's GP, who is my doctor, who I hate, saw his bloodwork with a very high bilirubin number a month before he was diagnosed with cardiac cirrhosis and wrote it off as a testing fluke fuck that guy)

4 - Don't let the sad face fool you, he's acting pathetic so that his mom will stop yelling about the fact that I'm bringing him cookies. He's allowed to have cookies. At that point he weighed 98kg and was outsourcing his heartbeat, he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted. (have i mentioned that I was moving us from Vegas to LA at this time? I was bringing him cookies because I'd baked hundreds of peanut butter cookies and other cookies to use up the flour, sugar, and peanut butter in the vegas house)

5 - Mid-march, he's got a match! He called me when I was in Vegas filling up the truck with another load and I drove right back and to the hospital. Once he went in for surgery I drove to his mom's house and crashed, then woke up and drove to our storage unit and unpacked the truck while I waited to hear from the doctors. I was unloading a bookcase when I got the call. (There wasn't any point in waiting alone in the hospital for sixteen hours; either he was going to make it or he wasn't and someone was going to have to unload the truck at some point. People have been weird about this, like I should have been sitting at his side all the time, but there was a two-hour daily limit for most visits and look i have sat in a waiting room while this dude had a thirteen hour surgery i do not need a repeat of that experience without the soothing balm of nicotine getting me through it; so unloading a truck it was)

6 - Two days after surgery and kind of mad about it. His chest hurt a lot (obviously) but, like, a lot a lot because they'd had to open him up for the bypass just two years earlier.

7 - First walk outside of his room after transplant in early April; he needed a LOT of PT because of how much muscle he'd lost. He lost sixty pounds in the hospital before the surgery, and only gained back about twenty while he was in there.

8 - A visit from the tiny doggo

9 - I come to visit and I've got a new phone with a portrait mode so he steals it and takes stupid pictures for a few minutes. Dude is bored and restless; this is in late april and he's feeling well enough to be moody. ETA: There is a jar of pickles in front of him because he'd been fluid limited for a long time and his salt levels were off and when he got to the hospital they were like "you need electrolytes and a lot of salt" and he was like "sweetheart can you please please please bring me delicious salty things" so I was bringing him jars of pickled mushrooms and garlic stuffed olives and just a huge number of pickles that he kept trying to share with the nurses. "Alli brought the mushrooms again; would you like a pickled mushroom? I have fancy toothpicks to share them with!"

10 - He comes home for the first time in early May; he ends up getting readmitted two more times because of complications before finally being released in early July. ETA: The second time he got readmitted it was for something that he wasn't at all worried about but that they needed to monitor for a couple weeks so he was *SO BORED* and actually feeling pretty okay; so at one point when I was leaving the parking garage at 8pm my car wouldn't start, I did some troubleshooting with the manual and the internet and didn't figure it out, so I called him and he tried to troubleshoot over the phone and got frustrated and was begging his nurses to let him come out to the parking structure to work on my car (they refused) - I ended up getting a tow and fixing it when I replaced the battery terminals.

Photos are all posted with his permission.

Also I dyed my hair purple between photos one and two because it's his favorite color. I also bought a blue dress, red tights, and yellow shoes to wear to visit him because he always teases me for wearing so much black.

I just love him a lot. It was a hard couple years there, but things are getting better.

#tw medical

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hello! I'm back!

Could I request a cassian one this time? :0

The reader is his pregnant mate when Nesta comes along and starts taking up most of Cassian's time for training. When reader tries to talk to him about it he doesn't get it and it's only thinking of the orders rhysand gave him. Reader cries and yells at him before storming off. Maybe she goes to amren's and refuses to talk to him for a week? You can decide how it ends!

I've been living for your angst so much! Your writing is amazing so thank you for sharing with the fandom it means a lot! I hope your computer troubles get sorted soon, but thank you for continuing dispite it! (You're doing amazing sweetie :-D)

-🌿

My girls.

Cassian x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, swearing.

Hello leaf annon!!! I missed you! Hope you enjoy this too! I wasn't sure if you wanted Cassian to know about the pregnancy so I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted, feel free to request a new one where he doesn't know!

Cassian always wanted to become a father, he had discussed about it with you multiple times since the first month you two met, so after 15 years of trying it finally happened and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Cassian almost fainted when you told him, he yearned for it so much that he actually couldn’t believe it, then fear took over and he became so overprotective and unbearable that you sometimes wanted to move out of the house of wind. But you quickly realized that you actually loved this side of him, and unfortunately you only came to that conclusion when he stopped showing any interest. When the two Archeron sisters were thrown into the Cauldron everything changed, at first everyone was trying to find a way to get Feyre back from the spring court, then they had to find a way to help the other two sisters adjust to the new world they were forcibly made part of and lastly, they had to stop Nesta from doing stupid shit that compromised everyone’s lives and money.

You didn’t mind it at first and you even tried to help the young females as much as you could but when Rhysand ordered Cassian to keep an eye on Nesta your heart broke. You didn’t know if it was the hormones of the pregnancy or the primal instincts of the mating bond that made you want to chew her head off. You were able to control yourself until now. Cassian kept spending most of his time with her, he would leave your bed before you woke up to train her, he would take her out for lunch after their training and then he would take her to Rhysand to find a way to control her powers. You would wait for him to have dinner together but most of the days he would follow Nesta around town making sure she didn't visit the taverns and fall back to her old habits. You had enough, your baby bump was getting bigger and bigger every day, you couldn’t do half of the things you used to, your clothes didn’t fit you and no one was there to help you. So, you decided to confront Cassian about everything.

You sat on your shared bed wearing one oversized shirt that belonged to Cassian and one pair of his grey sweatpants -the only clothes that fit- and pulled the bond harshly wanting to make a statement about how urgent it was. After a few minutes you heard the familiar beating sound of wings and your mate’s hurried footsteps, he burst into the room panting and with a worried expression.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby? Oh Cauldron… is there something wrong with the baby?” he was frantically scanning your body and then his wide eyes stayed on your round belly.

“The baby is fine…” you sighed feeling guilty for worrying him.

Cassian’s face became hard as stone as he stared at you.

“I’m not okay Cass” you confessed and lowered your gaze to the floor.

“Why?” “Because I feel neglected, you spend most of your time with Nesta you are never here…and I need you now more than ever.” You replied and pointed to your belly.

“Are you serious right now? You pulled me out of an important meeting just to tell me you’re feeling lonely?” He yelled.

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt tears streaming down your face. Cassian saw your expression and for a split second his features softened but then the cold mask was back.

“I’ve been working my ass off to keep you and everyone safe for the past few months and this is the thanks I get. I’m drowning every day trying to handle all the duties Rhysand gave me and my own mate only cares about herself” His voice was getting louder with each word.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you got up and with one swift move you hit your vanity, all your stuff scattering around.

“Fuck off, this is your baby too, if you can’t be a general and a father too then stay alone, I don’t want you near my child if you’re going to neglect it too.” You screamed and stormed off. Cassian froze, he had never seen you this angry, he stared at your broken things on the ground and replayed the things you said in his mind. You always wanted to talk things through and now that you yelled and stormed off, he didn’t know what to do. He thought about the past few months and his heart ached as he realized that he was never there for you, he missed most of your pregnancy because of some orders that Azriel could handle just fine if he asked him to. Guilt consumed him burning his whole body, his throat was closing, and he felt the panic... it came so strong that he almost dropped on his knees. His wings slumped and sobs started shaking his body.

“What did I do?” he whispered.

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After you stormed off, you found Rhysand in the dinning room and begged him to take you somewhere else, you didn’t want to face Cassian again, your pregnancy made you feel everything ten times stronger, and you were certain that if you saw his face, you would actually try to behead him. Rhysand could see how broken you were so without a word he winnowed you to your best friend’s – Amren’s apartment. You met Amren a few months after Cassian, the tiny ancient one as your mate called her, loved to terrorize him so you instantly clicked to Cassian’s horror and you both made his life more difficult than it should have been. He didn’t mind it though, he loved the sound of your laughter every time he fell for one of your pranks.

When you and Rhysand appeared in the middle of her apartment, and she saw your face she instantly jumped off her bed and engulfed you in a warm hug.

“What happened girl?” she asked and waved to Rhysand. She knew that you wouldn’t talk in front of the high lord. He nodded and disappeared.

You were sitting on her bed, explaining what happened and crying your heart out.

Amren listened carefully, a pissed look appearing on her face and low growls leaving her throat.

“Fucking idiot, I will strangle him with my bare hands.”

“No… please don’t say anything, I need some time to heal and then I will strangle him myself.” You smiled and amusement flashed in her eyes.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. “I would like to stay here if you don’t mind, at least until the baby is born.” You caressed your belly.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind having you here but wouldn’t you like Cassian to be there when you give birth?” she asked.

“No… at least for now.”

“Okay.” She said and shrugged.

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Cassian was losing his mind, he kept begging Rhysand to let him come get you, the high lord though wouldn’t budge, he went through the warlord’s mind and when he found out what had happened rage filled his body and mind. He couldn’t believe how stupid his brother is. His heart ached for you, and he was internally accusing himself for everything, he regretted giving all these duties to Cassian, he couldn’t understand how he didn’t stop to consider how the pregnant female -full of hormones- would feel if her mate spent most of his time with another female. So, he decided to at least respect your wish to stay away and not let Cassian come get you, he felt bad for using his high lord’s voice on his brother, but he had to.

“Rhys, please.” Cassian pleaded for the hundredth time.

“No. You messed up and she needs time, we have to respect that” Rhysand scowled.

“She’s coming back though… right?” the warlord’s voice was barely above a whisper, he looked like a small child needing its parent’s reassurance.

Rhysand thought about that, he didn’t know for sure and for the first time since you left, he felt fear. His furrowed eyebrows and his silence didn’t go unnoticed by the general who let out a cry. Azriel’s eyes watered at the sight, and he stepped out of the shadows, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder to console him. The shadowsinger glanced at Rhys who shook his head and flicked his fingers, a bottle of whiskey appearing on the table.

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It had been one week since you left, Amren had been so supportive, and you even found her reading a book about birth in case you needed help. You knew that Rhysand was frequently checking in by her unfocussed eyes. You were glad that Cassian didn’t come to get you and you made a mental note to thank Rhys for that. The baby had stopped kicking ever since the fight and it broke your heart, you realized that it used to kick only when it heard Cassian’s voice, and now… nothing.

You were on the verge of crying again when Rhys appeared in the middle of the room.

“Next time you appear here without informing me first you are done.” Amren growled. “Sorry…” Rhysand gave her his signature feline smile and turned to you. “Y/n… he is a mess, I have never seen him like that. You must come back”.

“When I was a mess he didn’t even notice, so believe me when I say that I don’t care, he deserves it.” You crossed your hands, resting them on your swollen belly.

Rhysand opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a gasp.

“Oh no” you said and crouched. “What’s wrong?” Rhys and Amren said at the same time and rushed to you.

“The baby is coming” you shouted, and they helped you to the bed. “I’m going to get Madja” Rhysand said and took a few steps back. “Cassian… I want Cassian” you cried out and he nodded.

Amren removed your pants and helped you get in a comfortable position, she brought pillows and warm towels. “Cassian” you screamed and grabbed her hand.

“I know… he is coming” she whispered and squeezed your hand. “Please I need him please” you cried and screamed his name again.

Strong arms engulfed you and your mate’s familiar scent filled your nostrils.

“I’m here doll…” he whispered and pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Don’t leave” you cried.

“Never” he replied and hugged you harder.

Madja was between your legs and after a few pushes your baby girl made her way to this world crying and kicking.

“She’s beautiful” Cassian whispered as he stared down to the little bundle of blankets in his arms. She looked so tiny when he held her, and the sight warmed your heart. The moment Madja placed her in her daddy’s arms she stared at him and slowly closed her eyes feeling warm and safe.

“I love you” he said and looked at you “I love you both, I will never let you down again”.

“I know… we love you too” you replied, and he laid next to you putting your baby girl between the two of you.

He draped a protective wing above you, creating a cocoon and whispered.

“My girls”

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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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May I request some fluff with Rengoku, please. I’ve been feeling a bit down in the dumps so I wanted to have some nice, sweet, fluff with my flame boi ☺️

Take your time with this, don’t rush!

have a nice day!

Omg ofc baby!!! I hope you enjoy :))

RENGOKU KYOJURO X F!READER

Mission after mission after mission after Misson. Your sure your crow got sick of looking at you because of how many times he had to come to you for a mission.

You yawned and stretched your aching muscles. Your finally going home after about a month or two, you can't remember and you can't be bothered to use your brain to figure it out. Your legs trembling with ever forward step. You missed your boyfriend, like badly. You can't wait to jump in his arms, sit and eat with him as he yells 'umai!' at every bite. You missed it, and you were ready to get back into it.

"I'm home!" You called out. No response. You sighed. As expected. He is the flame hashira after all. Your feet dragged yourself to the bathroom, your body craving for some hot water to relax your tense shoulders.

You got some hot water and filled the bath up. When it came to the height that you wanted, you undressed and sunk yourself in. It felt amazing. After so many cold nights in the forest, having some warmth in a while is refreshing!

After a long soak and washing your hair and body, you hopped back out, the steam in the room making you feel hazy. You wrapped yourself in a towel before opening the door and walking into the hallway towards your shared bedroom.

After getting changed into your pajamas, as soon as your body hit the bed, you knocked out.

You woke up to warm hands on your back, your eyes adjusting to the light, blinking repeatedly.

"Wake up sunshine! Looks like your finally up!" Kyojuro cheered. "..kyo?" You mumbled. "Yes! We are going to visit senjuro and my father for dinner!" Whoch made you jolt. "DINNER?! AT WHAT TIME?!" "hm about an hour!! 😀"

You scrambled to your room to get changed as kyojuro laughed at your panicked face. After you got changed and ready, you left your bedroom to tell kyojuro that you were ready. But what you didn't expect, was kyojuros big arms to pick you up bridal style, making you latch onto his neck with a yelp. He seemed to enjoy it because as soon as he knew that you were in his arms and secure, he started running full speed towards the flame estate, where senjuro and his father lived.

As soon as he got to the front, he halted and looked down at your dizzy face. "I hope I didn't go too fast, did I?" "No... no.. i-its okay.." you mumbled as you tried to get your head still. Kyojuro slowly let you down onto your trembling legs, holding his right shoulder for support.

It seemed senjuro seen you two at the gate because he ran out and hugged kyojuro tightly. "Welcome back, brother." He muttered in his neck. "It's glad to be back! I've brought (name) with me!" "Oh! Hi (name)" "hey senjuro!"

After all the greeting, he welcomed you both in for dinner since he was just finished making it.

"Wow senjuro! Your cooking skills are amazing! I just wish kyojuro would take the cooking skills from you since the last time he cooked he almost burned down the-" "UMAI! and that was a one time thing (name)!" He claimed as you giggled along with senjuro.

"Oi! Is this dinner ready! You take too long!" You heard a grumpy and raspy yell interrupt. "Oi! Kyojuro! What's she doing here again! I thought I said to get her out!?"

Ah, that reminds me. The first time you've met kyojuros father was not the best encounter. As soon as he saw you and froze. His eyes widened at your frame before be blinked and his eyebrows furrowed. You froze. You didn't even breathe. You remember in the pit of your stomach of how nervous you were, but you remembered that kyojuro told you that his father was.. a bit rude.

Last time, he only yelled at you, trying to hold your tears back. But kyojuro told him to stop, and thankfully he did, grumbling out the door and down to the town for more sake.

But this time, he tried to lay his hand on you, and this time, Kyojuro Rengoku, went mad.

"Get out of my hou-" "get your hands off her." Kyojuro sternly said, not only were you scared of his dad, but you were scared of kyojuro in that moment. He'd always had a smile on his face, no matter what. So seeing his eyes burn, glare, into his father's eyes, his hand tightening around his wrist, pulling him away from you. His smile now no longer upwards, now downwards, his teeth gritting hard in anger.

Kyojuro didn't want this. He wanted a family dinner with you, senjuro and him. Abd possibly his father. But since he obviously ruined the mood, the comfortable, peaceful, and joyful mood in the air has now fallen into a room where its almost like there's no air, tension think.

Senjuro was only watching in disbelief, shock, and confusion on why his father was acting likr this towards you. He knew that his father was violent, toxic, and cold. But he didn't expect and want this to happen to you. He felt like he wanted to collapse and press his forehead against the hard floor, apologising for his behaviour. But he knew that he couldn't do anything, if he interfered, he knew that he'd get hurt.

Kyojuro finally left go of his wrist. "We're going now. Goodbye senjuro, the meal was lovely." He said, hugging him before letting go and taking your hand softly and taking you with him.

The walk was silent, surprisingly. Whenever you walked with kyojuro, he always had something to talk about, it could be about his missions, his good recommendations, the hashiras, or some gossip. But the silence made you feel uneasy, so you opened up your mouth to apologise but it looks like he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to end like this, I didn't expect him to lash out at you, more in a violent way I mean. I expected and wanted a lovely dinner with my brother, and my love of my life. I'm sorry for my father's actions, I'm really-" "okay okay, I get it, you can stop saying sorry now dear." "But-" "kyojuro. Its really okay, I'm not hurt or anything. I knew that your father would lash out at me like he did last time, so I prepared for it. I can tell that he has a lovely kind soul under that angry face, I just know it."

Kyojuro smiled, and not it in his usual smile. More like a loving smile, his eyes having hearts in it, his heart beating loudly. He really did love you, he really really, really did. He'd give you his life and heart for you, and he knows you'd do the same.

"Okay, I know I already said sorry, but I feel like it isn't enough so-" "kyo! What did I say-" "darling, please. I wanna spoil you rotten for what happened." "Kyo you really don't have to," "I want to." You sighed as you gave in, you already knew that he wouldn't let you say no.

He took you around the town, some food stands catching your eye.

"Arghhhh I'm so fullllll!" "That's what you get for eating so much" "hey! You ate the same amount as me! How are you not full?!" "I've just got a big stomach!" You laughed at what he said. He really did have a big stomach, after all, he often ate with mitsuri, so it's not really a big surprise to you.

When you two got home, you ran over to the bed, flopping onto it. "Haha! Aren't you tired hunny bunny!" "Hunny bunny?-" "yes! I'm gonna name you that because you ate some bunny shaped ice cream!" "🤨" "😀😍"

"Do you wanna cud-" "cmere right now." Anf you two lovebirds fell asleep while he was spooning you <3

Enjoy! And please please please reblog this when you see it! It always helps and boosts writers blogs! 💗

This is not re-read so I'm so sorry for any mistakes! Stay hydrated and stay safe! <3

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fanficsformyfaves · 8 months

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And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I Think Your House Is Haunted

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Emotionally and Physically Abusive Relationship with Father, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: After a fight with her dad, Reader runs back up to her room, when she hears someone at her window

A/N: Phone calls are Colored and in Bold!

Sidney and Billy aren't together and Billy and Stu are not a killers in this A/U!

"YOU'RE A SHIT DAD! YOU DRIVE MOM AWAY BY CHEATING ON HER AND NOW, YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SOLD MY CAR?! FOR WHAT?! TO BUY MORE FUCKING BOOZE?!", I scream,

Shoving him backwards. Just then, my father slaps me across me the face, causing a gasp to escape me as a result. I hold the stinging hand mark on my cheek, as the ringing began to pick up in my ears.

"Bitch to someone that fucking cares", he spits,

Sitting back down and picking up another bottle.

"Kill yourself", I say under my breath,

Before storming back up to my room and slamming the door behind me.

My life was a living nightmare that I couldn't escape from. Ever since my mom left, everything went to shit. All my father ever did was turn to alcohol to fill that void and he used me as the punching bag to distract himself from his own misery.

I wanted to go with her, but she was already gone before I even knew what happened. The only reason I found out was by reading the note she left on the kitchen counter when I woke up that morning.

To say I was devastated would be an understatement.

As I sat on the foot of my bed, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and remembering the pain I felt on the day day she left, I hear something rustle on the other side my window.

"What the fuck?", I mutter to myself,

Getting back up. I reluctantly make my way to the window and open it to look outside.

At first, I don't see anything, but then I feel a hand grab at my wrist, making me scream at the top of my lungs, as I pulled away.

"Hey...it's just me", Billy reassures,

"Billy? What the-"

"I'm sorry. Don't hate me", he interrupts,

While climbing through to the inside of my room.

"What are you doing here?", I question,

"I heard you screaming from down the street", he answers,

Dusting himself off.

Billy and I met during sophomore year and got together a few months later. Him and his friends were the only people I actually enjoyed hanging out with. My dad never cared about me, so it was nice to have people that did. Whenever another fight would happen, they'd always insist on me staying the night at one of theirs.

"It's fine", I sigh in defeat,

Sitting back down on my bed.

"Doesn't sound like it", he joins me,

Before taking my hand into his.

"Look, I ain't gonna make you tell me anything you don't want to...but I'm worried about you, kid", he caresses the back of my hand,

As I nervously chew at my bottom lip.

"You know I'm always here to listen"

"It just sucks, Billy. He fucked up things up with my mom and now he's fucking things up for me", I explained,

He shakes his head, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind my ear. It was just then he notices the hand mark on my cheek.

"What the fuck?", he exclaims,

"Billy-"

"Did he fucking hit you?", he cuts off,

"Yes, but, it doesn't matter-"

"Like hell, it doesn't!", he yells,

Getting off the bed and rushing towards my door, when I make a desperate attempt to stop him by wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Billy, please don't!", I shriek,

Not wanting to make things were.

"That son of a bitch can't just hurt you and get away with it!"

"Billy", I sob,

Unable to hold back the tears from spilling any longer. His body softens and he looks back at me from underneath his arm.

"It'll only make things worse, please", I pleaded,

Seeing how distraught I was, he takes a deep breath and turns to hold me tight in his arms.

"Okay, fine"

"He'll hurt you too. Just...please don't"

I would've never been able to forgive myself if something happened to Billy.

"Hey, look at me", he says,

Pulling away and holding my warm face in his hands.

"I'm not letting you stay here. My old man's out of town for the week, so you can stay at mine"

"I couldn't impose-"

"It's not imposing, if I ask"

"I'd make me feel a lot better to know you were fine and what better way to make sure of that, then to have you stay with me?"

"I don't know, Billy"

On one hand, my dad couldn't give less of a shit where I slept, but on the other, I hated feeling like a charity case.

"Look, we could invite the gang over and watch some scary movies. I know you're a sucker for those", he suggests,

Making me laugh to myself.

"We could even stop by the store and get you your favorite snacks, obviously, it's my treat", he added,

Taking my hands into his. I couldn't help but sigh contently at his sweet he was. Every time we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, except us in that moment.

"So?"

I take a moment, before finally agreeing.

"That does sound nice"

"Yes! Alright, pack your shit and meet me outside. My car's parked down the street, so I need to get it", he exclaims excitedly,

Pressing his lips go mine, as I giggle at his eagerness.

"I'll call everyone and let them know we're meeting at yours"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute", he says,

Hurrying out the window. I pick up the landline and dial up Tatum and Sidney first. A few rings go by and they both answer at the same time.

Sid: Hello?

Tate: Hey!

Me: Hey, so, impromptu movie sesh at Billy's. Are you girls' down?

Tate: Hell yeah!

Sid: I'd love to, but my dad would freak if I asked to go to Billy's house

Tate: Then, don't tell him? Just say you're staying at mine

Sid: I don't know-

Tate: We're going

Sid: Tate!

Tate: Oh, come on, Sidney, I'll pick you up!

Me: I really want you guys there. I'm inviting the guys too and I'd rather not drown in all that testosterone

Tate: Exactly! We can't just leave our girl to fend for herself!

Me: Pretty please with the juiciest cherries on top?!

Sid: *Sighs* Alright. I'm packing a bag

Tatum: Awesome! I'll be there in 10

Me: Kk, see you there! Just gotta call up Bert and Ernie

I joke, before hanging up and putting in their numbers in. As I waited, I began stuffing my backpack with pajamas, toiletries, my books for tomorrow and a change of clothes.

The moment I was done pulling up the zipper, Stu finally answered the call.

Stu: Hellooo

Me: Hey, Stu! Got a minute?

Stu: Oh, I've got all the time in the world for you, gorgeous

Me: *Scoffs*

Just then, Randy joins the call.

Randy: Hello?

Stu: Ugh, why'd you add rat-boy?

Randy: If I'm rat-boy, what the hell does that make you?

Stu: Incredibly sexy in comparison?

Randy: You know what-

Me: Jesus, could we please cut the biggest-dick-contest short?

Randy: He started it!

Stu: Oh, grow a pair!

Me: GUYS!

I scold, finally causing them to fall silent.

Me: I was just about to invite you for a movie night at Billy's, but if you two fucknuts can't get along-

Stu and Randy: No!

Stu: I mean...fine. We'll behave, Ms.(Y/L/N)

He promises in a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes.

Me: Just get to Billy's

I eventually hang up the phone, pick up my stuff and climbed out the window. Just as he promised, there Billy was, waiting for me in his car. I hop in and he turns up the music.

"You ready?"

I smile and kissed him once more.

"Hell yeah"

#billy loomis #scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis oneshot #billy loomis fanfic #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis angst #billy loomis smut #skeet ulrich

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canolaaoil · 1 year

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To all my best friends, only twelve leagues and one text message away

1. Dearly Departed, Brockhampton. // 2. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion. // 3. unsent project. // 4. I am in Eskew. // 5. His dark materials. // 6. Where did you go? Hishaam Siddiqui. // 7. parts in motion, Vera Much. // 8. Your Name Engraved, Herein. 9. Hmu, spacegirl GEMMY.

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[ID: song lyrics reading, "What's the point of havin' a best friend if you / end up losin' him?" end ID]

[[ID: a photograph in the style of an early digital camera of two teenage girls cuddling under blankets on a couch watching something on a computer. end ID]

[ID: a poem reading, "Life changes fast. / Life changes in the instant. / You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. end ID]

[ID: a fuzzy photograph in the style of an early digital camera of three people huddled around a fridge. All of the people have brown hair, glowing golden from the lighting and only one of their faces is turned toward the camera. end ID]

[ID: a text entry on a pink background reading, "To: Harry I / i've written 43 / poems about you. / come back and i / won't have to write anymore. / -asle" end ID]

[ID: a photograph in the style of an early digital camera of a couple in a photobooth with only their feet and legs visible behind the curtain. one is sitting on the other's lap. ]

[ID: text reading, "The problem is, my love, is that I can't sustain the fact of your death. / I can convince myself that it's true, force myself to picture your rotting, ruined face dumped in a mass grave somewhere out in the world... / ...and then my phone buzzes and I'm still expecting an unexpected message from you, telling me what corner of the globe you've holed up in, the foods you're eating, the card-players you're outwitting." end ID]

[ID: a photograph of two people in an aquarium, shot from behind. they stand in front of a large window showing a tank of water and seaweed. the two pose as if dancing grandiosely with no one else around. end ID]

[ID: a paragraph reading, "And it was comforting to think she and Will had another thing in common. She wondered if there would ever come an hour in her life when she didn't think of him- didn't speak to him in her head, didn't relive every moment they'd been together, didn't long for his voice and his hands and his love. She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it forever." end ID]

[ID: a photograph from behind of a group of people walking together down a city street. two of the people have their arms around each other shoulders. another two link arms. the image is slightly blurry. end ID]

[ID: a couplet reading, "One day I woke up and we no longer spoke the / same language. I haven't heard from you since." end ID]

[ID: a photograph of two people, focused on one in the foreground. A young woman looks lovingly towards something out of frame, her face resting on the meat of her hand. In the background a man looks away towards another subject. The lighting is dreamy and yellow. end ID]

[ID: lyrics reading, "Show me it all / Tell me what's wrong / You got your hard drive stolen / Your phone's been broken / Play me a song off of mine / Show me it all / Show me a rise / Show me a fall / Pay me no mind / Paint me in gold / I don't mean to pry, but give me a call" end ID]

[ID: a gif from the movie 'Your Name Engraved Herein' of Birdy and A-han riding a motorbike through the streets at night. Both smile widely as they breeze along, Birdy sitting behind A-han with his shirt off over his head, yelling happily. End ID]

[ID: lyrics reading, "They say everything has reason / Life fluctuates like seasons / And maybe someday soon we'll both find our reason / But bitch you're still the bro / Never letting go / Of the friendship bracelets we made when we were twelve // I'll be waiting by my phone / For you to hit me up / For you to hit me up / Hit me hit me up" end ID]

[ID: a photograph of a plaque on an outside wall reading, "LIFE HAPPENS BUT I STILL CARE FOR YOU. I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL." end ID]

#web weaving #parallels #comparatives #brockhampton #i am in eskew #vera much #his dark materials #the unsent project #back on my quest to make people cry in the brockhampton tag apparently #the caption is a reference to the epic of gilgamesh #when gilgamesh has to cross twelve leagues of darkness to get to the realm of heaven/the gods #but uh yeah madilyn i hate you (your dad) for moving away and im so happy you escaped and we didn't die but i fucking miss you and i hat #that you're taller than me its rude #that spacegirl gemmy song makes me crazy fr though #also listen to vera much. now <3

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tickle-minion · 7 months

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After the Christmas Party

What happens when you get a little too drunk at the office Christmas party and a tickle-phile is the one who brings you home? Jay is about to find out! Other than being a little kidnappy, this is SFW.

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With his head swimming, Jay slowly started to wake up, but he didn't know what exactly had happened, where he was, or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was having a good time at the office Christmas party and his co-worker Dan helping him into the car. He didn’t normally drink too much, but with wine and beer and hard liquor (whiskey being Jay’s favourite) everywhere and all of the senior partners encouraging everyone to enjoy themselves, Jay decided to let loose and live a little. The pounding headache he had told him exactly how much he'd been drinking the night before.

Something was wrong, though. This wasn't his house… there was tape over his mouth… he was tied up… and his bare feet were propped up on a footstool. Jay tried to stand up and wiggle free from the bonds but his head was still pounding and his stomach felt like he might be sick. Just how much had he had to drink?!

"Oh, you're awake?" Jay’s coworker Dan said as he walked into the room. Jay instantly knew something was wrong: Day was just wearing an old tee shirt and a pair of boxers.

Jay tried to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth except for a muffled garble. As he tried to speak he realized that there was something in his mouth. His tongue pushed up against it, trying to find out just whatever it was. It felt like it was some kind of fabric that tasted sort of salty.

"Sorry about the sock gag, I just didn't want you to scream if you woke up before I did."

Jay’s stomach rolled again. He was tasting his own sock? Disgusting. Jay tried yelling through the sock in his mouth but it was useless.

Dan walked over and ran a hand across Jay’s tied and propped bare feet. Jay could feel Dan's hungry eyes taking the feet in.

"Ever since you made junior partner, I've had my eyes on you. Especially the provocative way you slip your shoes off in the office when you think no one is looking. Believe me... I noticed and I was looking."

Dan sat down beside the tied feet and took them into his hands. Jay tried to kick back, tried to fight to keep this pervert’s hands off his feet, but he couldn't save himself or do anything as Dan began massaging his feet. Dan’s hands felt strong and confident, not the hands of someone who felt bad that he was taking advantage of a coworker in a very intimate way.

"We're going to have some fun, you and I, and if you say anything about it to anyone I'll see that you're knocked down by the office assistant so fast your head will spin, got it?"

There was nothing Jay could do. Not only was Dan his superior at work, but being tied and vulnerable like this meant that the ball was in Dan's court. With angry and defiant eyes he nodded to Dan, submitting to whatever he had planned.

"Good," Jay purred as his hands continued to grope the bound feet, massaging the broad soles and rolling the toes around between his fingers.

"I got some amazing toys I want to use on these puppies, give you a solid workout. What do you say?"

There was nothing he could do in this situation, so Jay just hung his head in defeat.

"That's a good boy, giving in like that. Makes what's going to happen to you all the easier."

Jay left the room and returned a few minutes later with a silver tray. There were all sorts of items on the tray, from hair brushes, electric toothbrushes, scrubbers, feathers, and some baby oil. Jay wasn’t completely sure what all of this stuff was for but he had the strong suspicion he wasn’t going to like it. He curled his toes wondering just what was in store for him and his feet. His eyes lingered on the feathers for a moment. Surely Dan wasn’t going to… tickle him? Was he? That’s not something that people actually did with feathers… was it?

"Let's see just how ticklish you are, and if you squeal nicely enough for me, maybe we'll only do this once or twice a week going forward, hmm?"

Why oh why did he ever slip his shoes off in the office? If he knew some pervert was going to be watching him because of that he would have kept his shoes tightly on his feet.

“Just a little test tickle, what do you say?”

Dan picked up one of the hair brushes from the tray and brought it to Jay’s foot. He teased with the brush, running just the very tips of the bristles up and down Jay’s tied soles, giving just a sneak peek of what was to come. Jay struggled, trying to pull his feet away, but couldn’t escape.

The speed and the force of the tickling picked up. The brush would travel up and down the bare sole. First the brush stopped at the smooth heel, scrubbing vigorously back and forth. This tickled more than Jay expected it would, causing the tied up young man to giggle continuously behind his sock gag. The brush continued up and stopped at the toes this time. The man grabbed the toes, pulled them back, and started brushing the sensitive skin right under the toes.

Jay wasn’t giggling this time. This time, he threw his head back and started to cackle behind his sweaty sock gag. The sensation was intense, and his legs were vibrating as he tried desperately to pull his feet away. He tried to curl up his toes, but Dan was holding them too tightly.

Dan continued tickling Jay like this, up and down the sole, scrubbing the heel, and attacking the base of the toes. It felt like hours had passed. Jay was sweating in his suit, drool was dribbling out of his mouth, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He’d never felt so completely broken in his entire life.

Finally the brushing stopped and Jay’s entirely body relaxed.

“Well, that was a good test tickle… what do you say we try the… harder stuff?”

Dan grabbed a long straight feather from the tray. Jay’s eyes went wide and he started thrashing his head back and forth. This was about to become a lot worse.

His superior brought the feather to Dan’s broad sole and started flicking with it. It didn’t tickle as much as the brush did, but Jay could feel it. It was this fleeting touch, just at the edge of his feet. It felt… weird. Unfortunately it Jay wasn’t giving the reaction that Dan wanted.

“Not too feather ticklish? That’s fine. Let’s try it between the toes”

The feather was suddenly flossed between his big and second toe. Jay jumped. Holy shit, that actually tickled. Dan grinned and did it again, making Jay jump again in his restraints.

“Hmm, this seems better, doesn’t it?”

Dan moved down the line, dragging the feather between Jay’s ticklish toes. Jay tried to curl them to keep the feather out, but Dan would just grab them and force them open. Soon Jay stopped fighting back and gave into the toe tickling. The feather kept flossing between toes, first one foot then the other, over and over again. Jay was laughing and trying to pull his feet away. Jay, who always thought himself pretty tough and manly, was being reduced to a giggling and laughing mess by nothing more than a feather.

The feather kept its torment going for several minutes. By the end of the torture Jay’s feet had started to sweat, making the feather glide even easier between his squirming toes. Jay’s entire body slumped when the feather finally gave it’s last swipe.

“You’re doing good, kid. You’re doing real good. How are we feeling so far?”

Jay didn’t have the energy to fight or yell anymore. He just hung his head and mumbled something into his sock.

Dan put away the feather and pulled up the electric toothbrush and the bottle of baby oil. Opening the bottle, Dan held it over Jay’s feet and just let the oil dribble down over the tops of his toes, watching as it ran down. To Jay it felt almost pleasant. A nice cooling sensation on his hot feet. Dan massaged his tied feet again, this time working the baby oil into the soles, covering the toes, and of course between each and every single toe. Jay hated to admit it, but after all the torment he’d been through, this actually felt nice. Dan must have been able to tell (probably because Jay stopped fighting and went to mush in his hands) and chuckled.

“You think this feels nice, huh? Wait until you meet my little friend here.”

Jay watched as Dan picked up the electric toothbrush. He turned it on and off, revving it like a manic welds a chainsaw.

“Let’s introduce you, shall we?”

#male tickling #male feet story #tickling #gay tickling #male foot story #tickle community #tickle kink #tickle story #sock gagged

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nomoreusername · 9 months

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It's Not Goodbye

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.

It was okay at first. I felt no different than I always did. I was a bit sore from the Cranks, but it didn't matter. I had saved Newt from the one that tried to kill him, and that's what matters. Nobody ever died from a bite when they're immune.

Unfortunately, they do if they're not. It turns out I was one of the unlucky suckers capable of turning into those things.

At first, I didn't even notice it. There was a lot of pain in my ankle, but it wasn't bad enough to say anything. I thought I was just irritable because I was hot and tired. That's a reasonable explanation.

Then, I noticed something. Black veins started growing from the bite. That's when it finally kicked in. I wasn't immune. Now I have two options. I could kill myself or spend my life as one of those things. The choice is obvious.

I didn't tell anybody. I just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, the flare gives you enough energy to harshly shove your friend to the ground though. Minho ended up with bloody elbows after that. I went full force. All eyes turned to me, and it was obvious that everyone was pretty pissed off that I would do that. Everyone ignored me for the rest of the day.

As night fell I thought about it. My last day with them was spent with me holding back tears. I hurt my friend without thinking about it. I was dangerous which meant I had to leave. It was now or never.

Unfortunately, the only gun was in Newt's bag. I cautiously kneeled next to him. Since he was using it as a pillow I used my hand to support his head. By some miracle he didn't wake up, and I had the gun in my hands.

That's when it went wrong. Newt woke up, and in my fear I dropped him and ran. He was quickly startled awake. He looked in the bag and noticed the missing gun. By then I was already out of sight.

I put the gun against my head as my breathing grew heavy. I sucked in as much air as possible and closed my eyes. Then, I went to pull the trigger.

"No!"Newt yelled, snatching it from my hand. I quickly pulled him down and held him to the ground. He groaned in pain, and I realized just how evil I was becoming.

"I'm sorry Newt, but I have to do this. Just give it to me,"I pleaded.

"No. You're not doing this,"He argued, keeping it close to him. I knew it could go off so I took it from his hands. Before I could do anything he knocked it away, and the last bullet was set off.

"No! What have you done?! What did you do?!"I cried, rushing towards it. I did everything to click it over and over as if I could set it off. Nothing happened.

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?"I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. By now the others had woken up and came over to see what was happening. I'm sure it was a terrible sight. I was crying while holding a gun, and Newt was frozen in shock.

"You killed me. You killed me in the worst way possible,"I sobbed, biting my lip to hold back my screams. I heard my friends run to my side to figure out what was happening.

"I couldn't let you-"

"I'm infected. Why do you think I've been so angry lately? It's already happening. I'm losing my mind, and you just made it go on,"I explained, my throat sore from the sobbing.

A heavy silence filled the air. I pulled my pant legs to reveal the way veins were growing so it would sink in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"Newt uttered, wrapping his arms around me. I just sat there and let him hold me.

"I need another way. I can't live like this."

"What if we can find some way to help? Maybe we could slow it down until we get there,"Teresa spoke up. I sadly shook my head.

"You all saw what I did to Minho. I just did it to Newt. I'd rather die as I am than being hated."

"We don't hate you,"Thomas whispered.

"Not yet. Please, help me. Let me do something. Anything,"I begged. By now even the wind seemed to stop making any noise.

"I found a knife in the mall. It's the only thing I have. I don't think anyone has anything else"Newt whispered.

"It sounds better than being beaten by Aris's bat,"I attempted to joke, giving a sad smile. I was more than thankful when he did his best to return it though it looked like a grimace.

"I'll go get it now,"He said quietly. I nodded my head as he walked away.

As he did my friends, new and old, kneeled beside me. I let them hug me, knowing it would be the last time. By now several tears from them were falling. I didn't have it in me to do that. All I knew was that I would die still being loved. That was enough.

"I'm sorry,"Minho whispered. I just sadly shook my head.

"I think I'd be just as bad if something like that happened to me,"I assured him. Before he could say anything else Newt was back with a tear streaked face.

Everyone moved as he sat beside me. He was trembling as placed the knife in my hand.

"I guess this is goodbye,"He uttered. I shook my head no.

"I don't believe in goodbyes. I'll see you later,"I corrected him.

"Okay. I'll see you later,"He repeated, placing one last kiss on my lips. It was the slowest one we ever had because it was going to be our last for a long time. Eventually, we had to pull apart.

More tears ran down his face which I wiped away. He leaned into my touch.

"I need you to go back to the campsite. Don't turn back tomorrow. Go forward so you don't have to see me like that. Can you do that for me?"I asked.

"I will. I love you Y/N."

"I know. I love you too. Now this is the part where we walk hand in hand."

"And after that?"

"One last kiss, one last I love you, and whatever comes in the next life."

#newt x reader #one shot #tmr #the scorch trials #tmr newt #newt tmr #the maze runner #angst with no happy ending #angst with a sad ending #angst

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

Author's note: This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

#mywriting #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #hunter x reader #Hunter/Reader #reader insert

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roseisbeautiful · 10 months

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"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

#the conjuring #Drew thomas #shannon kook #bathsheba #college #Drew thomas x reader #x reader #fluff #puppy love #friends to lovers

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daysiwrld · 2 months

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꩜1: welcome to paradise

You look up at the sky, it is Wednesday, the first day of school. "I'm early." You mutter to yourself as you check the time on your phone. It was almost eight in the morning, your first class wasn't until 9:45.

You lived off campus, roughly ten minutes away. You woke up early that day but went to sleep late the previous night. It was the beginning of a new semester, at your new college, and you were filled with dread. With each step you took the weight on your chest got heavier.

I hate this feeling

Although you wished to sleep a little longer, you couldn't, your anxiety did not permit it. So you decided to go to school. You planned to get some coffee and then sit in the library until it was time to head to class.

Paradis University wasn't the smallest campus, but in comparison to your previous university, it was. The campus was clean and modern, not many students were there, but you imagined they would flood in within the hour. You stopped by the school's coffee shop, grabbing a hot coffee before heading to the library.

"Have a nice day!" You hear the girl yell as you walk out the door. You wave back with a smile.

Sighing, you walk towards the tall building known as the library. You took in the scenery as you walked. Although there was no sun shining, you noticed that the walkways were all shaded by trees with long branches. Right in the middle of the campus was a huge tree that provided a large area of shade, and a picnic table within it.

Your surroundings were soothing, the worry you felt earlier had diminished a bit, and you felt more hopeful about the school year.

Walking into the library, you silently greet the librarian, and make your way to a secluded area near a window. The library is four stories, but you stayed on the first floor since it wasn't busy.

You dig through your bag taking out earbuds and the book you'd been reading. You check the time. Damn, only 8:30. As you take a sip of your coffee, you notice a figure standing in the corner of your eye.

Your eyes meet with those of a girl your age. She's pretty and thin, with big brown eyes, and long hair that's tied up in a ponytail. You take in her appearance, her outfit was cute and simple, flare jeans, converse, and a fitted graphic tee that enhanced her figure just perfectly.

"Y/n?" the girl questions, you furrow your eyebrows. Do we know each other?

"Yes?" you respond quietly, racking your mind for any memory of her.

"It's me, Sasha...do you remember me?" She asks as she approaches the table.

Sasha...Sasha? oh, Sasha!

"Yes!" you blurt out, startling the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, it just clicked in my brain, and well..." You explain meekly taking out your earbuds.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I approached you weirdly, I was just walking by and you caught my eye. You just looked so familiar, I was trying to figure out who you were before I realized, sorry." She replies equally embarrassed. You shake your head with a smile, "it's okay."

"But girl, it's been like what, five years? How have you been?" The brunette asks with a smile.

You met Sasha when you were ten, she transferred to your school in 5th grade. You both were instantly glued to each other, becoming the very best of friends. The summer before you turned 15, you moved away suddenly leaving her behind. Due to certain circumstances, you weren't able to say goodbye properly, leaving Sasha confused, sad, and alone.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory, oh how terrible you felt now.

Ignoring your heavy feelings you give her a weak smile, "I've been...better, but I'm okay."

She nods her head, silence falls upon you both, the feelings you were trying to ignore must have resurfaced for her as well. The abandonment weighed heavy on Sasha's heart.

You sit in silence a few moments longer before she speaks up, "I've missed you, I would think of you ever so often." You nod your head, looking down at the table. You wanted to apologize and explain why you left, but you couldn't bring yourself to, it was too hard for you to talk about. You take a deep breath trying to find the right words to say.

You hear sniffing from across you, you look up to see Sasha with glazed eyes. "I'm really happy to see you again." She smiles. You take in a deep breath looking up towards the ceiling.

"Girl wipe those fucking tears before I start crying." You state, causing her to laugh. You look at her with a smile on your face. "I'm sorry, I get emotional when others do," you state, letting out a laugh and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. She nods her head understandingly. "I hope this isn't weird, but can I hug you? It's okay if you don't-"

Quickly, you get up, stepping out from the table going to her side, hugging her tightly as she sits. Sasha instantly melts in your embrace, getting up to wrap her arms around you. You both stand like that for a few minutes before you both realize how weird you probably look to others. You pull away from Sasha.

"No homo tho..." you state, causing Sasha to laugh.

"Still the same as before, can't have an emotional moment with you ever." Sasha playfully rolls her eyes as the two of you sit back down. "You know me." You reply with a smile.

"On a serious note, I do want to explain what happened, just give me some time, it's not easy for me to talk about. Just know that it wasn't my intention to up and leave. I promise." you assert looking directly into Sasha's eyes.

"I imagined that was the case, I would think 'y/n wouldn't do this to me willingly, something must have happened' and well now I know that's the truth. tell me at your pace, no pressure, just don't leave again, at least without a proper goodbye." she sends a smile.

"Girl, I'll try." You state seriously before laughing. She deadpans, "bitch-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, of course, I'll never do that to you again." You wave your arms to emphasize. She squints her eyes, "You better not..."

"Anyways, do you have class soon? What time if so?" You ask Sasha, putting your book and earbuds back in your bag. "My first class is at 9:45, it's an art survey class, what about you?" She responds. "Same, what's your professor's name?" you ask. She grabs her phone checking her schedule, "Professor Smith in white hall, room 305."

"Cool, we have the same class," you reply, looking at the schedule on your phone. "We still have roughly an hour til class, you wanna go walk around or something? I was just going to sit here and read." You look up at Sasha. She nods her head grabbing her bag, "Yeah, this is your first year here huh? You want me to give you a tour?" You nod your head grabbing your bag, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Yeah his name is Jean, I think you'll like him," Sasha exclaims as the two of you walk.

She showed you where most of your classes are, the dorms where she stays, and the best hangout spots, but for the most part, you both just talked, catching each other up. You were sure to tell her only about the good things, she was happy and you didn't want to ruin it.

"Really? Well, I can't wait to meet him and all the others." You respond to Sasha as the two of you walk to your first class. The tour wasn't long since everything was nearby. You arrived about 15 minutes early. "Looks like we can get seats in the back since we're early" Sasha points to the back of the lecture room, there were only five other students already there.

The two of you walk to the back left corner of the room near the big windows. "Who'd you say was in this class as well?" You ask as you sit next to her. "Jean and Connie, let me text them and see where they're at." She unlocks her phone, sending them a text. you nod your head turning towards the front. More students began filing in, and you observed them quietly; taking in appearances, and making generalizations about them. It was like a game.

You watch a guy with a buzz cut walk in, he daps up some friends and begins conversing loudly with them, disturbing surrounding students. Too much energy...

You shift your eyes forward when you see another man walk in. He stood very tall and handsome, with light brown hair, his style was simple and comfy, plain black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and some bunny slippers. Bunny slippers?

He stands at the front scanning the room, his eyes land in your direction. "That's Jean," Sasha whispers to you as you stare at the giant walking towards you. "I fuck with his bunny slippers," you reply, causing her to laugh.

"Hey, what are you laughing about?" Jean questions, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "nothing," she waves him off trying to conceal her laughter.

Sasha sat next to the window causing Jean to sit next to you, sandwiching you between them.

Sasha returns to her phone after feeling it vibrate leaving you with Jean.

"So you must be y/n?" He states studying the side of your face intently. You turn to him, "Yeah, I'm Sasha's childhood friend." You didn't mean to sound plain, but talking to men you didn't know made you awkward. He nods his head, "I've heard about you from her, I'm shocked though, she didn't mention that you were attending our university now." his lips curl up into a smile.

"Nor did she mention how pretty you are." He smoothly states, causing you to smile and look away.

"She just happened to run into me today, she didn't know either," you respond still looking away, you couldn't help feeling embarrassed. "C'mon, look at me when you're talking, I can barely hear you." Jean presses, trying to get more of a reaction.

"Hey guys," Buzzcut greets. You wave at him with a small smile ignoring Jean completely.

"Hey Connie," Sasha looks up to acknowledge him before returning to her phone. She texts rapidly as her face becomes more and more serious. I wonder who has her worked up like that...

"Y/n, right?" you turn your head back towards Connie. "Yeah, that's me," you respond, nodding your head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Connie, as you probably gathered." He flashes a smile, pointing at the girl sitting next to you. "Nice to meet you too," you return the smile.

Connie takes his place next to Jean and the two begin conversing about whatever men talk about, you tune them out, looking at the very front again. You notice a tall, serious-looking, blonde man at the podium. must be Dr. Smith.

You check your phone and notice you have five minutes left before class begins, "Sasha, what's your schedule for the rest of the day?"

Locking her phone, she places it facedown on the table turning her attention to you. "I have a break after this, my next class is at twelve-fifteen, and then I have three back-to-back classes until 4:30. Why, what's up?" You shake your head, "just wondering, my next class isn't till twelve-fifteen too, I didn't eat breakfast today, do you want to get food with me after this?"

Sasha gets a big smile on her face, "girl duh, I love food!" she exclaims with a laugh. You smile rolling your eyes jokingly, before you can respond Dr. Smith calls attention to the front.

"Good morning to you all, I am Professor Erwin Smith, and this is Art History 110, if that's not on your schedule, you are not in the right class." The blonde states looking around. A few students embarrassingly grab their things exiting the class quietly.

"I guess the rest of you are meant to be here." He states grabbing a big stack of papers from the desk behind him, he hands small stacks to a couple of kids sitting in the front, directing them to pass them back after getting one.

"Today is a simple day, we are just going over the syllabus and expectations for this class, we shouldn't be here for more than twenty minutes. So please, do not ask questions because I don't want to be here for longer than twenty minutes." scattered laughs are heard throughout the room.

He began spewing about the details on the syllabus, you tried to keep up, but you found it hard to concentrate. Your lack of proper sleep was catching up to you and you hated how bright it was in the room.

"Hey are you okay?" you hear from beside you, you turn to Jean and nod your head, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, I just didn't sleep much last night and it's catching up to me," you reply quietly.

Jean's mouth forms an 'o', "do you have a class after this or break?" he questions, you shake your head, "my next class isn't until 12:15, I'm going to get some food with Sasha since I didn't eat breakfast as well."

"Didn't sleep or eat? What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" he questions half-jokingly. You quietly let out a laugh. Although you just met him, you like Jean, he is a lot easier to talk to for some reason, something that didn't come easy to you with new people let alone men.

"Try getting some rest though, after getting food, maybe take a nap in the library," he suggests. you nod your head, "yeah, I might do that." he stares at you a little longer before turning to focus on Dr. Smith.

Twenty minutes flew by, and Dr. Smith dismissed class promptly. "Remember to do your introduction discussion board before Monday comes! it's easy points and lets your classmates and I know more about you." He lastly says as students leave.

After grabbing your bag you patiently wait for Sasha, who hasn't even begun packing due to being distracted on her phone. Damn, I hope she tells me about whatever is going on later.

"Hey."

You turn to see Jean, "Hey, I thought you left with Connie." He shakes his head, "Nah, he has another class in fifteen minutes, my next class isn't until 12:15. I wanted to see if I could join the two of you?" He asks with a hopeful tone. You nod your head, "for sure, I would like that, I'm sure Sasha doesn't mind."

"What don't I mind?" you hear the brunette question, standing beside you. "Jean wants to join us to get food, is that okay?" you ask her. She puts a finger on her chin pretending to think hard about the question. "Hm, I don't know..." She squints her eyes at Jean causing him to roll his eyes. "Sasha shut up and let's go." He begins walking towards the front. She giggles at his reaction, the two of you following behind him.

"Y/n?" you look up to Jean, waiting for him to continue. Sasha went back to being immersed in her phone, she walked behind as you and Jean walked side by side.

"What are your plans for this Friday?" He looks at you waiting for a response. "I work a morning shift Friday since we don't have school, but nothing after why?"

"Well, there's a party happening that night, and I wanted to see if you like to come. Sasha and all of our friends are going to be there. Are you up for it?" He questions hopefully. You think about it for a second. You aren't a big fan of parties, but you know it would be good for you, you didn't know anyone other than Sasha and Jean, so it wouldn't hurt to socialize.

"Yeah, I'm down," you reply, although deep down, you were reluctant.

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hello! ꨄ︎ first chapter is posted! what are your thoughts? did you like it?

sorry if this chapter is boring to you, i promise it'll pick up next chapter! this chapter is important mainly for y/n and sasha's reunion.

please like! and share if you can, i'd appreciate it greatly. ꨄ︎

#attack on titan #connie springer #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #reiner braun #annie leonhart #aot smut #eren jeager x reader #eren fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #sasha braus #bertholdt hoover #aot fanfiction #niccolo aot

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

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Reader being so good at parkour and running that they escaped the Yandere TBP boys multiple times in a row

Absolutely! Thanks for requesting! Love ya! Slight TW!

I hummed while doing flips and jumps while my psychotic boyfriends chased me for the 9th time. Little did they know, I learned parkour from my brother at age 7. I've been doing parkour, gymnastics and track ever since.

I heard a car behind me and suddenly I was grabbed off of the building I had jumped on. Shit. Everything went black.

I woke up in that stupid Grabber's basement. That's where they had been keeping me. Just then all the boys but Griffin and Billy walked in. They must be out doing illegal shit. "So, sweetheart. Why'd you run?" "Hmm? I don't know. Because you're all PSYCHOTIC!" "Doll, y'know how I feel about you yelling at us." I rolled my eyes. "Well angel, we're sorry we have to this but it for your own good." Finney said, walking with Bruce behind me. Finney scooted me up against the wall and sat me back against his chest. Bruce sat next to me waiting for something.

Vance and Robin walked over to one of my legs. Robin at my left one and Vance at my right. "What are you doing?" "What we have to do, princesa. To keep you safe." They put their hands on my calves and CRACK. I let out a shriek. That was only one leg. Robin still had my left one in his hand. I started kicking at Robin until Vance put his hand on my broken leg. I was bawling my eyes out. It hurt. So. Damn. Bad. CRACK.

I began to mutter and blubber incoherent mumbles while sobbing, throwing my head back onto Finney's shoulder, Bruce stroking my hair. I slowly felt myself sinking. I cried and blubbered fluttering my hands. I was in more pain than I had ever been in my life. I felt someone put something in my mouth and gave me some water. I swallowed it and after a little bit, the pain started subsiding. "I got you, my love. Now you'll never leave" I heard Finney say as I drifted off to sleep,

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I was woken up by mom running around the house, making sure we were all awake, which was just a safety measure after what happened to Will last year. I understand her worrying but god was it annoying when you just want to sleep. Not to mention she peeks into our rooms while we are sleeping just to make sure we are still there.

"Y/N, Jonathan, Will, you gotta get up its time for the school!" Mom yelled. I groaned as I got out of bed. I went over to my dresser and grabbed out some clothes. I closed my curtains and started getting changed. I looked in the mirror to examine my outfit. Muted rainbow sweater with blue jeans and a brown jacket over all of them. As I was about to open the door when Jonathan opened it instead.

"Are you ready to go? I can pick us up some breakfast from popeyes if we leave now." He said.

"Jonathan, what the fuck! I could've been naked!" I yelled, glaring at him. "And yes, I'm ready." I say pushing him out of the way to go say bye to mom. I grabbed my backpack from the closet door and went over to mom. "Hey mom, Mike wants Will to sleepover tonight. So we will drop him off at the Wheelers."

"Karen didn't tell me about that. I'm sure it will be fine though. I'll just call her to make sure." Mom said, smiling as she went over to the phone. "You guys just head to school, Will's in the car and I gave Jonathan some money to get breakfast."

I smiled at her before heading out. I took the front seat as Will was already in the back and watched as Jonathan came out. I leaned against the window as he started driving to popeyes. Once we got there he looked at me.

"What do you want for breakfast, y/n?" He asked. I huffed. The thought of eating made me sick. It always did. Ever since 4th grade, being made fun of for being slightly overweight, everytime I saw food I was sick of it. I used to love food. I like to think of it of loving it so much I just wanted to savor it.

"I'm not hungry. I just woke up." I said. Jonathan looked very disappointed.

"Mom said you won't get better if you don't try." He said. My stomach churned.

"I will eat later. I'm just not hungry right now." I lied about that. I don't want to eat later. Or ever.

"Fine." Jonathan said as he turned to ask Will. I tuned out. Theres no reason for me to listen. I just want to get to school already, go hang out with Robin and get to Tina's party afterschool.

I must've zoned out for a while because next thing I know we are in the parking lot. I get out, stretching afterward. Then I see a new car pull in. A 1979 camaro. Without thinking I start walking towards it. I smirk slightly. It was a nice navy blue, and very clean. A girl with red hair got out and walked to the middle school. Then a very attractive guy got out. No, not attractive to me of course. Just like, conventionally attractive. The guy had blonde hair, a mullet. Definitely gonna be more of a king than Steve. He was gonna be toppled by the girls. Probably even Nancy Wheeler, little miss perfect, would fall for him. Or at least look at him.

"Yo, who the fuck are you?" He asked. I didn't even notice he was talking to me before I look around. No one. Fuck.

"Uh no one. Bye." I say before quickly turning and going into the school. That was fucking pathetic. I can't believe I would be able to embarrass myself like that. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why'd I even go to him? God you're so fucking stupid. It wasn't long until I got to my locker, where Robin was.

"So, who were you looking at?" She asked, leaning against the lockers. Hers was right next to mine so it'd make sense she walked in with me while I was internally scolding myself.

"No one. I was looking at the car. It was a very nice one. I've never seen a camaro so new so close before, let alone in Hawkins." I say, putting my stuff away other than the stuff I need for my classes. "Why? Do you like him?" I asked jokingly, looking at her. I know she was gay so I was just teasing her.

"What? No. I don't even like guys like that." Robin said. She scoffed and looked away. "I'm gonna head to class, loser. Have fun with your little crush." She teased. I think she was teasing. I'm not gay. I'm most definitely straight. I had a crush on Nancy and Chrissy. Well, I think I did. "I don't have a crush on anyone!" I said, flipping her off before heading to class. She did it back, which wasn't surprising. I sat down in my seat before I see him walk in. The guy from the parking lot. Well fuck.

I stared at him in shock. I wasn't expecting him to be in the same class as me, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I hid my face. God, I wish Robin was here to save me from any more embarrassment from being here. I should've skipped today. But mom would've never allowed it. Soon enough the class filled up with people and everyone took their seats. I presume the guy sat next to me just for my misfortune. Not only do I have to deal with the fact that I deeply embarrassed myself by going toward him in the parking lot, now I have to sit next to him in homeroom. Next thing I know, he's gonna be in all my classes.

"Alright class. I'm gonna go through the attendance. Don't say anything stupid." Our teacher said. I sighed as each name is said, I was one of the first so I just rose my hand. Then the new boys name was said as it wasn't a name I normally hear in the attendance. "Billy Hargrove."

"Right here." The boy said. Billy. What a little kids name. Little Billy. I looked at him. How can such an attractive, conventionally attractive, guy be named something like that. He must've noticed me staring as he then made eye contact with me. His eyes were a nice blue color, a contrast from mine. His pupils seemed to dilate when they looked at me. That was weird. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" He asked me.

"You're just like really hot." I said. Fuck. Shit. I didn't really flirt with him, did I? You're such a fucking idiot with terrible coping mechanisms. He looked stunned, like he hasn't heard that before. "I didn't mean that. You're just kind of terrifying." I turn to the front. "Miss. Can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes, y/n, go ahead." She said as I stood up and speed walked to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror.

"You fucking idiot. I can't believe you just told some definitely homophobic guy that he is hot." I said to myself before going into a stall. I continue to lecture myself. I know that it would not help, I only know after me and Jonathan had to talk with mom about how to handle mental breakdowns and our anxiety. I wasn't listening to half of it, mostly just zoning out. I then hear the bathroom door open and wipe my face. I didn't even notice the tears until now. There was a knock at the door.

"Byers, get the fuck out of there and get back to class." Billy said. I knew it was him. He is speaking in the same voice as in the parking lot.

"I'm having bowel issues." I lied. It was quite an obvious lie. Why would I come to school with bowel issues.

"Bullshit." He responded. He then started pushing on the door. "At least open the door and tell me something to tell the teacher other than shitting problems."

"Why would I open the door for you? I don't even know you."

"God you're so difficult."

"For a good reason."

Billy just sighed. He leaned against the door. "Well I'm gonna head back to class because I don't wanna go back and carry your things to you for a bullshit excuse."

"No one asked you to carry my things to me." I said, watching him sit against the otherside of the door. He must be having a rough day because there was no way in hell he would talk to me like this.

"I know you're gay. You're even lying to yourself." He said. Wait. What the fuck?

I blinked before looking back underneath the door. No one was there. Must've been dreaming again. I gotta take some medicine for that. I stood up. How much did I imagine? What time was it? I check my watch. Robin got it for me after I told her how much I hate not knowing the time. 3:39. Shit. I skipped all of school. Though my stuff was outside of the door. He must've came here with my stuff.

I opened the door and picked up myself. I then walked outside, going to Jonathans car. School wasn't out for another 10 minutes but I can wait. Mom must be worried by me missing all of school. I'll tell her I was having bad anxiety again. Whatever. I promised Jonathan I would go to the stupid party at Tina's tonight so we would go drop off Will at the Wheelers and then go. Eventually, Jonathan and Will got out and came to the car. Jonathan looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I got out early." I responded. He must've believed me and got in. We began driving to the Wheelers. We were gonna pick up Nancy and Steve since Steve's tires were slashed by some middle schoolers earlier this week. I watched as Billy and his little sister, I assume, came out to their car. Billy looked at me through the window, a slight glare. I hate this. I made the new guy hate me already. Great job me.

Once we got to the Wheelers, Nancy and Steve got in after Will got out. Karen was watching, telling Nancy to not do anything bad or get drunk.

"Dude you had to bring your brother?" Steve said. I flipped him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Harrington before I beat your ass with your own bat." I said. I wouldn't really do that. I don't even know how to properly swing. Nancy rolled her eyes as we drove to Tina's house. The party didn't start till later so we waited for a while. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

I woke up to Nancy tapping my shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go in." She said. She was all dressed up for the Halloween party, everyone in the car was. I wasn't. I only came because I didn't want to watch Will and the last option was to go to a shitty party the whole school is at.

"Fine," I say, getting out. I walked into the already bustling party. Immediately my anxiety peaked, seeing how everyone is so packed together. There was food all over the floor, and beer everywhere as well. I walked toward one of the only clear areas. The kitchen. As I started I see Billy. I slouched some more, crossing my arms, as I passed by. Next thing I know, something gets liquid all over my shirt. I turn to the source. It's Billy. Of fucking course. "What the fuck, dude. I just got beer all over my new shirt." I say walking up to him and standing up straight. I was pretty short compared to the rest of the guys in Hawkins, standing at 5'4". Mom told me my growth must've stunted after I got a concussion at 9. I had to look up at the blonde.

"It's fine it washes off." Billy said before snickering. I scoff.

"You're such a douchebag. Go fuck yourself." I said. I turn to head to the kitchen when I hear him and the rest of the brainless basketball guys start laughing. I go into the kitchen to see Steve and Nancy. I pushed them out of the way and got a cup of punch. I knew it would be spiked. It's a high school party full of teenagers who think they are cool. I don't care. Maybe a lack of judgment is what I need. Alcohol infected brain like a smoker's heart to get rid of the daydreams and the anxiety. Maybe people would like me more.

"Woah, y/n, slow down. You're gonna get blackout drunk if you drink anymore." Steve said. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows before putting the cup down and leaving. I see Nancy also getting juiced up before Steve tries to calm her as well. I smile as I see some random people dancing and talking. I join in, dancing and talking as well. It was quite fun. They gave me some more drinks, so I downed them. This was so much fun.

As time went on I felt tired and sick. I made my way to the couch. I saw Billy also sitting down, he seems to still be talking to the ball nerds. I chuckle to myself. Ball nerds. I sat next to Billy. "Heyy, I know we got off on, like, the wrong foot but like, you're actually really cool." I say, looking at him. His eyes furrowed slightly, not expecting me to talk with him.

"Uh, okay? I've heard that a million times already." He said. I laughed slightly, leaning against his shoulder.

"But have you heard how you're eyes are such a good ocean blue and how you and your sister could be models. I mean," I touch his chest, "look at you. You're jacked, even better than Steve. But you also are like a massive asshole to people for no fucking reason." He pushed my hand away but left me leaning on him. "It's okay, that's how Steve was last year. Until my little brother went missing in this place called the upside-down and Steve was like, 'Nancy, don't leave me, I'm insanely hot and everyone loves me but secretly hates me.' and Nancy dumped his ass for my brother for a little bit, but then they got back together after the Demogorgon came over and beat the shit out of them." I spilled. I looked up at Billy. He seemed to be really confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Is this your first time being drunk or some shit?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not socially awkward anymore so I guess my life got better after the alcohol. Oh did you know that when I went to the bathroom in homeroom, you came in and told me I was gay? Turns out, I was daydreaming. It's a mental illness I have. I got it all while Jonathan only got anxiety with me." I said, yawning. I looked at the door for a moment. I saw Jonathan rush out Nancy. "I guess Steve and Nance just broke up again, my brother gets only one bitch and that bitch is Nancy Wheeler. Fuck her for being in love with my brother and Steve at the same time." I move to lay on his lap. "I'mma just take nap here, 'kay?" I asked before passing out. Billy looked down at me. He sighed. He must've known that Jonathan was my ride here and now Jonathan is gone.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." He muttered. He didn't push me off. He kept me there. I stayed there until the party ended. I then was picked up by Billy, taken to his car, and buckled in. I shifted, groaning slightly. He didn't know where my house is unless he was stalking me, and mom would be home by now. He took me to his house. He seemed thankful when he looked out into the driveway, a sense of relief as he unbuckled me and got out. He went to my side and took me out, carrying me to his room. I woke up when I was plopped onto the bed.

"Fuck." I said, looking around with hazy eyes. I see a red-head peering into the room.

"Billy, why'd you bring someone back home? Y'know your dad will get mad." She said. She was pretty. Was it Billy's sister?

"Get out, Max." He said, going over to the door and closing it. He turned to me. "You, go back to sleep. I'll take you home tomorrow. I shouldn't have driven now." I listen and immediately went back to sleep. Billy laid down in the bed, facing away from me.

I woke up quickly the next day. I looked around the room, catching a glimpse of a garbage can. I hopped out of bed and grabbed the garbage, vomiting into it. God, that shit inside my system is so gross. I vomited straight into it. At this moment, I'm glad I got good aim when it came to this. My stomach hurt so bad. But then I realized, this was not my house. I leaned against the edge of the bed and held my head, as it started to hurt. Soon enough all the memories came back. I told Billy about Will, the Demogorgon, my dreams. Shit. I stood up and looked at the bed. Billy was still asleep. I laid back in bed. I felt terrible, there would be no way mom wouldn't notice that. Jonathan must've been responsible like he always was and didn't drink anything. He left the party early though.

"Finally you're up. I'll take you home when you stop having the urge to throw up." Billy said getting up. He walked out of his room and to his sisters, telling her to make some toast, 2 slices. I heard a groan and whine before walking to the kitchen. Billy came back in. "Max is getting you something to eat. To soak up the beer." He said. He started to put on some different clothes. Instinctively, I looked away. I know usually guys like him, they don't care if they change in front of other guys but it's for some reason weird for me to look at guys changing.

"Thanks. Um, I'm sorry for not making any fucking sense when I was talking to you. I get it if you were severely weirded out by me." I say. "Also, touching you like that. I'm not gay or anything and I really doubt you would be either so it was probably really weird." I rambled. I gotta work on rambling. Billy rolled his eyes. "Also, you could've left me at Tina's, I know how to get home from there." He stopped me from talking anymore by covering my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. You are seriously almost as annoying as Max." He said. My heart was beating abnormally fast, especially if it were anxiety or fear. "I took you here because it would be an asshole move to leave you at a girl's house for her to take care of on top of clean up. Yeah, no." He removed his hand. "If you say another word I will kick you out and have your mom take care of you instead." I nodded.

"Billy here's your toast. Your dad's gonna be home soon so if you don't want to be called another slur, then you should get going." Max said, setting the plate down. She looked at me and gave me a dirtyish look before leaving. Billy scoffed, giving me the toast.

"Hurry up, I don't wanna babysit any longer." He said. I nod and began eating quickly.

After finishing, I was rushed out to Billy's car. It was really lovely. The seat was very comfortable. "Why do I have to leave so early?" I asked, looking at him.

"My dad is coming home soon." He responded. I looked a little confused. What would his dad have to do with anything? I didn't want to push any further as Billy did scare me a little bit and I didn't wanna get hurt. Not only that, I understand the daddy issues, I mean with Lonnie and all that. Lonnie is a fucking dick, calling Will a fag at such a young age. I yawned. He seemed to be relieved that I didn't push, his muscles relaxed and so did his eyebrows.

"You're really nice for driving me home," I said. "Thanks for not making me walk home like Steve would."

"Yeah, yeah. Does that Harrington guy give you trouble?" Billy asked.

"A little, only when Nancy decides she's too good for him and chooses my brother instead. Then he really hates me as if Nance would ditch him for me sometime. Nancy isn't even my type." I catch my breath. "Sorry, rambling. I need to fix that." I say giving a small smile.

"I can fix that for you," Billy said.

"And why would you do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? Gives me a reason to overthrow King Steve." He said rolling his eyes, laughing slightly.

"You don't have to. I mean, the Byers are kind of known as the ones who are supposed to get bullied and not have that much confrontation. The most we've ever been through is my brother going missing for a while." I said. Billy looked at me. "Can you pinch me, or like punch me?" I asked. I was hoping I wasn't dreaming. I mean, it would make sense. There would be no way in hell that- "Ow! Okay, not dreaming. Thanks." I rubbed my shoulder where Billy hit.

"I didn't even hit you that hard. What are you, a pussy?" He asked.

"No, I just don't have enough muscle to protect me from that."

"Then why'd you ask to be hurt?"

"Because I daydream sometimes and that leads to the inability to know if I am in a dream or not."

"You mentioned that last night." My face burned slightly. I don't talk about my disorder and forgot I told him that. I was mostly worried about what he would say about the Demogorgon and him telling me I was gay, not just that I daydream.

"I said a lot of things that probably weren't true last night," I say. Finally, we get to my house. "Thanks, again, for driving me." I unbuckled. "See you at school. Unless you don't want to see me in that case I guess I won't. Say hi to your sister for me, she is really pretty. But not in an 'I'm attracted to her' kind of way, more of a 'She's really pretty and I love her hair' way." I say before leaving. I walked into the house before I could hear him say bye to me. I don't even know if he did. As soon as I walked in, mom ran up to me all frantic.

"Y/n, where have you been? I called Karen to see if you stayed over at her house and I called Tina's parents because Jonathan said you wanted to stay there last night. I was so worried you disappeared like Will." She said.

"Don't worry, I stayed over at a friend's house," I said.

"Which friend?" She asked.

"Billy Hargrove. He's new. Tina kicked me out because she couldn't let me stay so Billy picked me up and let me stay at his house." I say. I smiled at her to assure her I was fine.

"Okay. I'll find his parents in the phonebook." Mom responded. "Just, call me next time. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know mom. I'm sorry. I'm gonna take a shower." I walk to the bathroom and lock it. I sat against the door. I was so worried about what I said last night to Billy. What if he tells the whole school about me? Like I'm weird, which they basically already knew about since I'm the brother of the zombie boy and the stalker. Or what if he took what I said about my dream the wrong way and thinks I'm gay so he tells the school? Not there's anything wrong with being gay. Robin's gay. But I'm not. At least I don't think so. I mean, why would I be? I liked girls. Like, Joan Jett. And at one point I thought I liked Nancy. I mean, her sense of style is out of this world. Immaculate even. I don't like guys that way. I think. Maybe there was a spark at one point when I first saw Steve. But that was just admiration. I think so at least. Then Billy. Billy is the reason I'm acting this way. I've never had anyone come to me in a dream like that to tell me I'm gay. There was a knock on the door.

"Y/n, I need to pee, you've been in there for an hour," Jonathan said. I got up and washed my hands. They were sweaty and had crescent-shaped indents in them. I need to cut my nails before they start to cut through my skin. I open the door and see Jonathan as expected but also mom.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mom asked, pulling me aside so Jonathan could use the restroom.

"Nothing. Why would something be wrong?" I ask, putting on a smile.

"You know that whenever you go into the bathroom for a while something is bothering you. The last time was because you thought you were overweight and the time before that is because you wanted to look like Nancy Wheeler. What's wrong this time?" Mom said.

"It doesn't matter. Just school stuff. I just don't think I'm gonna pass a test in a few days. It's in math so it's just really confusing, y'know." I say. I walk to my room and lay on the bed. Jonathan and I have been sharing a room since there isn't enough for all of us to have separate rooms. It didn't bother us. We shared a room for 9 months before we were born. We shared on as babies and then now. We have separate beds and a curtain separating half the room since I got uncomfortable changing in front of Jonathan when I was 9. Luckily we haven't used it in a while since during the summer Jonathan is always working and I only do afternoon shifts. Then during school, he gets up early to wake up Will and get breakfast ready. I think back again, seeing Billy was nice. Like the way he was talking. He was, I don't know, gentle. Not like a douchebag. Which was very different than in the parking lot and at the beginning of the party. Maybe it was because it was morning. But he wasn't that kind to his sister. Why was he nice to me? Maybe we are friends now. Or at least acquaintances. I should get him something, to say thank you. Show appreciation, maybe get him to be my friend so my family could handle a little less bullying and have significantly less trauma than we would if we got bullied and had monsters from a fucking game. I get up and grab Jonathans keys off his bed. "Jonathan! I need you to drive me to the store!" I yell.

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Stories To Be Told: PART 16

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: no, this story isnt anywhere near over yet ya'll. i've got a lot parts planned past this. we're goin to winter solstice bABY-

also, what a relief this part was for me to write, goddamn. slow burns are so damn slow when i write them lmAO-

*also, the next chapter will be a bonus chapter w/ y/n's canon backstory, and a bit of angst regarding Azriel :D

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I passed out that night only because of the pure exhaustion that had settled into my bones when I wasn’t doing things anymore. No more thoughts. No more pain.

At least, until I woke up gasping from a nightmare. It was a dream of Rainne’s passing. When the Night Court patrol found us just over the border, carrying weapons and attacked without warning or regard. Rainne had died. This dream, I hadn’t fought back as they tried to take me down.

“Y/N?!” Called a voice through the door. Azriel.

I instinctively rose to my guard, anger filling my veins and putting a sour expression on my face.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Azriel asked, not entering.

I turned my head away, curling my knees to my chest with an unhappy groan. “I’m fine Azriel,” I spat.

“Can I come in?” He requested.

I don’t know what prompted me to say what I said after that. Just some innate instinct, running off the nightmare’s adrenaline and anger rushing through my veins. “What, so you can pretend to care again?!” I yelled back, standing up and marching over to the door. I slammed it open, glaring daggers at the male on the other side who was just in his night clothes.

His expression turned confused. “What? Y/N- I’m not pretending, why would you think that?”

My lips curled into a snarl. “It’s not that hard to see Azriel. Anyone could tell you’re just doing this because you feel your obligated by some male instinct or something-”

“Y/N,” Azriel said, cutting me off with a sharp look. “Y/N, I’m not-”

He paused, continuing after a moment of thought. “Is that why you’ve been getting defensive since walking in Velaris? You think I’m doing this because I don’t genuinely care about your wellbeing?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. Some of the fight drained from me just from those words. Was Azriel lying again or was he telling the truth? Cauldron, I didn’t have a damn clue. It was too much to keep wondering every 5 minutes with this. Too much to keep wondering when the truth would come up. After all, it would, right? It did in the camps, it did with many other scenarios-

“Stop,” Azriel ordered, voice soft and gentle like a warm summer breeze. “Y/N, I care so much. I want you to get better, to heal, to never know the feeling of a hand coming down against you. I care more than you might ever know. Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking I’ve been lying-”

“You have been, haven’t you?” I fired back, my throat constricting with each and every one of his words. Lies, right? Lies. They had to be lies.

“No, no I haven’t. I haven’t been lying, Y/N,” Azriel placated. “What made you think this? Who?”

“No, you are lying,” I accused, taking a step back. “You don’t care- I’m- You can’t care. You can’t care about someone like me.”

His expression fell, softening every little sharp edge. “Stop telling yourself that. I can care for someone like you. You’re amazing, brave and strong. So incredibly strong. I admire how strong you are, you know?”

I shook my head, backing up more and glancing behind me automatically to see my escape routes. The window, I thought immediately.

“Y/N. Y/N, I’m not lying,” Azriel wasn’t moving, he was just standing before the frame of the door, watching me. I still couldn’t quell the need to get out-

“Please,” he begged. I paused, meeting his hazel eyes. “Please stop. You-” He shook his head, looking down. “Stop… believing that you aren’t worthy, or don’t deserve someone to care about you. You deserve people to love, and care for you. What about Nesta? Emerie? Gwyn? What about them? Cassian tells me they’ve claimed you as sisters. Do they care for you? Do you believe they care?”

I swallowed, glancing at the window again. I was so close. Just opening it in a practiced maneuver and then leaping out would be my escape-

“Please,” Azriel said again, stepping forward now. “Don’t run. Don’t run again. Believe me when I say this, even if you don’t trust me, people do care for you. I do, Nesta does, hell- even Cassian does! Rhys does! Feyre does! There are people who care about your wellbeing Y/N! Stop- stop lying to yourself.”

He kept taking small steps toward me. I put a hand out, breaking my mask of anger immediately as I went to cower, stepping back toward the window.

“I-” I choked on my words. I took one last glance at Azriel before letting out a broken whimper and falling to my knees with my face buried in my hands and wings moving forward to curl around me, hiding me from the world.

I heard a thump just in front of me and I flinched away.

“Y/N,” Azriel said softly, a whisper. “Y/N, look at me?”

Just a gentle request. Tears had begun to flood my eyes, sliding down my cheeks when I lifted my head to look at Az who had kneeled down with me. I folded my wings back only a fraction just to see the shadowsinger in front of me. He smiled reassuringly.

“Hey, it’s okay, alright?” He said gently, reaching a single scarred hand in my direction, low to the floor. “I understand that feeling.” He lifted his hand as if showing it off. “After all, how could someone care about someone who’s killed so many? Some innocent, some guilty. Or someone just as scarred as this?”

I shook my head immediately, protesting. No, he deserved to be cared about- he was cared about. I’d seen him interact with his brothers in arms, and everyone else in the Inner Court. People cared for him. And he wasn’t any different for killing people. After all I’d-

I paused there. I’d done the same.

“Yeah, you were about to fire back at me that I do deserve it, right?” Azriel asked. I nodded slowly, wiping one of my eyes that’d gone blurry from my tears. “So why do you not deserve it, angel?”

I swallowed, not responding.

“I do care,” Azriel said, carefully picking over his words. “I care when you’re hurting, when your mind refuses to shut up, when you can’t get a grasp on reality, when you have a nightmare- I care, alright? Get that through your pretty little head.”

I didn’t have enough energy left in me to cock a brow at the pet name or the fact he’d just called me pretty. Just add it to the growing list of things that he'd called me I suppose.

“You understand?” He prompted, daring to scoot just an inch closer. “And know it’s not just me, alright? You ask Nesta and I bet she’ll plan some mental health break day like she did with Emerie a few years back.”

I nodded, taking a shuttering deep breath as I wiped away the tears in my eyes again. I pulled back my wings more, settling them comfortably behind me. Azriel reached forward with one of his hands and very gently wiped away the tear tracks on both my cheeks. I looked up at him, shocked.

“You aren’t a burden, you matter, alright? I care.”

I nodded, moving to sit on the floor instead of on my heels.

“Is there any particular reason you’ve been thinking this? Or is it just…” Azriel trailed off, as if unable to come up with the proper word to explain what he was thinking.

My voice was raspy and broken as I replied. “I had a dream.”

He raised a brow, forehead scrunching up into wrinkles. “What happened in it? If you’re comfortable sharing.”

I felt my body shake, exhaustion kicking me hard in the head. “I was in Rainne’s cave… there was a dagger stabbed through it. And then you- you walked in with Cassian. You… you said…”

He grabbed my hand in his, squeezing it just like he did when we walked through Velaris.

“You said I should’ve been clipped, and that I was useless and needy.”

His face fell. “Angel…” Azriel cooed gently. “You are none of those things. Can I go kill my dream self? Just for those words?”

I chuckled a little, a small smile appearing on my face.

“There’s that smile I was looking for,” Azriel said proudly. “You are not useless, no. You train those females when I’m gone, right? And did such a good job they like you more than me now. And you’re nowhere near needy, and even if you were, there’s nothing bad with needing things. It’s normal, it’s healthy. And don’t for one second ever think you should’ve been clipped. That-” He cut himself off. “If you hadn’t already claimed that asshole's death blow, I would’ve ripped him to shreds already.”

My gaze fell to the ground as more thoughts flooded my mind too fast to be seen. Just a whirl of images, memories and words that even I couldn’t distinguish.

“Come ’ere,” Azriel cooed, pulling my hand toward him. I looked up, a bit unsure. He smiled reassuringly. I scooted forward until my knees were touching his. He scoffed and put his hands on the groove between my hips and ribs, lifting me into his lap with my legs resting on either side of his and then wrapping his arms around me. To say I was shocked, and a bit confused was an understatement. But the safety I’d felt from after that one cursed event, returned. Bringing with it a feeling of peace.

But I embraced him back, being careful about his wings. My head ended up under his chin as he held me close.

I sniffled, wings still shaking a bit.

“Relax angel,” he cooed, rubbing the small of my back. “You’re safe.”

I shuddered, my arms wrapping around his neck. That thread yanked again. From the middle of my chest, pulling me. I didn’t know where. There was only darkness on the other end of that thread. I couldn’t see what it connected to. What it was. It was only a few strands of string too. Barely enough to do anything with.

“If you ever come to think you don’t deserve care or love or appreciation,” he said. “Come find me. Okay? Or if not me, at least somebody who cares about you.”

I nodded, drinking in his scent. The scent of night chilled mist on a night flight and cedar trees right after a rain storm in spring. The scent was so strong and calming, despite what my pride told me to believe. It smelled like home.

A hand went up, going past my wing and up to the back of my head, curling protectively around the back of my skull. A rumble began under Azriel’s skin; his chest basically vibrating with it. The sound almost resembled a purr. As if it was so utterly satisfying to have me curled up in his lap.

I blushed. I was sitting in Azriel’s lap- I immediately tried to move after the realization set in. No fear, no resentment, just embarrassment. “No, no, stay,” Azriel hummed. “It’s okay. Just relax.”

“I’m sitting in your goddamn lap, Azriel. It’s just a bit weird,” I said, turning my face to the side so my ear rested on his collarbone.

He chuckled. “Is it really?”

Oh he was fucking proud of the fact he had me here, in this compromising position. I rolled my eyes. In reality though, with that scent that was so calming and the purr that still hadn’t stopped in Azriel’s chest, it was comforting. Almost completely calming to sit here.

“You can be embarrassed and bite my head off later. Just finally enjoy a hug for once. Do you even remember the last time you were hugged before coming to Velaris?” He asked, nose burying into my short hair.

I thought for a moment. No, to be honest, I really didn’t. Maybe it had been with Rainne? My heart sunk at the thought. My previous nightmare coming back to the forefront of my mind. The last time I’d embraced anyone was when I’d held Rainne’s head in my lap, and felt her last breath against my neck.

“It was when Rainne died,” I said quietly, closing my eyes.

He hummed, tightening his grip on me. “At least you killed the ones who killed her.”

I nodded, letting out a heavy breath. “That was when I learned to winnow. Only reason I did it was because I was so damn angry.”

Azriel didn’t reply, just let me speak my mind freely, without judgment while I finally received an embrace long overdue.

So I kept speaking, kept repeating everything from that one goddamn day. And then more, telling him about every horrible thing that happened in my life. Not in great detail, no, I couldn’t bear that, but enough that he knew exactly what happened.

My escape, my hardships killing Illyrians before being trained and only having my stolen siphons and self-made weapons, leaving to the Winter Court and meeting Rainne, and Rainne’s death. And everything else.

All of it. Laid bare.

I don’t know why I told him all that I did. I don’t know why I decided to trust him, why I decided to give him a chance. Maybe it was the thread that glowed bright every time I finished a story, maybe it was the way I was finally being cared about, hugged, comforted… Or maybe it was a completely different thing I didn’t know how to describe.

Azriel let me speak, sometimes shaking in what I guessed to be anger, but never once did he interrupt. When I stumbled over my words, he just held me closer. When I couldn’t get the words out, he spoke softly, saying I didn’t have to remember or tell him if I didn’t want to.

When I finished, he told me some of his stories as well. He told me of the first eleven years of his life, locked in a fucking dungeon- burned by his brothers, only allowed to see his mother once a week for a goddamn hour. He told me what the War was like, what working for the previous High Lord was like. He told me of torturing innocents. And the guilt that came afterward.

Laid bare, the both of us. Whether for better or for worse, I suppose.

“Your scars only make you more unique,” I said, yawning tiredly. “I like them.”

I could’ve sworn that the purr in his chest increased in amplitude at those words. But he didn’t reply, just moved to pick me up carefully.

“Rest angel,” he spoke after he’d picked me up like a baby doll and laid me on my bed, tucking the covers around me. He was careful, gentle and never moved too fast, as if he understood how utterly raw I was at the moment.

It was almost morning, but I still fell asleep, without a single issue and slept for gods know how long. No nightmares, just utter exhaustion.

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poppadom0912 · 1 year

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Hi can you do a jay halstead imagine we’re you die or get hurt really badly

Dude, of course, angst is my first and forever love. I've been waiting since I started tumblr for something like this.

Warnings: Guns, shootings and death.

*****

So, you'd been known not to make the best choices in the world, most of the time acting on instinct without giving it a second thought.

But this time, you swear that you didn't choose to get shot on your birthday. It wasn't like you woke up this morning and said 'Oh, since it's my birthday, I'll get shot.'

One of the worst decisions you ever made was getting out of bed and going to work this morning, even if that's what you did everyday.

Everything was normal, as it usually is. You and Jay walked into work together, everyone bombarding you with hugs and happy birthdays. Everyone told you that you had no choice but to go to Molly's tonight and you didn't question it.

The day went rolling smoothly, like usual. You caught a case and everyone went on doing their jobs because if you guys didn't, who would?

And like any murderer would, they were on the run and you hadn't found them till late that night when he was careless and booked a motel for himself.

Within seconds, everyone strapped up and drove straight towards the danger, like they normally did.

With the quickest peck on the lips, making promises to each other that you wouldn't get hurt and you'd return to the other all in one piece, you and Jay departed. Sharing a soft smile, you felt his eyes following your every movement as you slowly started to approach the motel room.

From the corner of his eye, Jay caught the wink you sent him as you cautiously stood besides the door, smirking as he mouthed a reprimand for you to stop. Voight would bench the two of you if he saw any flirting while on the streets.

Everything happened so fast but that was normal, it's what happened every time intelligence caught their suspect.

You were the first in the door, Kim and then Jay following in behind you. For the small price that was paid, the room was large and pitch black which normally wasn't a problem for Jay but the second the familiar sounds of gunshots started raining down on them, it became a problem.

Since Kim was within arms reach, Jay pulled her down with him, making sure neither of them were in the middle of the gunfire. With his body slightly shielding hers, Jay looked up and over at where he saw you last.

Like normal during gunfire, you were laying on your front but unlike the two of them, you weren't breathing rapidly from all the adrenaline and neither were you holding yourself up.

No, instead you gun was no longer in your hands, your body gone entirely limp from where he lay.

Nothing mattered in this moment more than you. Ignoring the sounds of shots and Kim yelling for Jay to stay down and get back, Jay launched himself towards you, his hands gripping your shoulders so he could turn you onto your back.

All his breath was knocked out of him the second he saw you blood flooding out of your chest. Even with his jacket as 'gauze' to stop the bleeding, it continued to fall out at an alarming rate.

"Y/N? Baby, stay with me." Jay said with desperating laced into his words, his hands pushing down on your chest hard alike to how he was told when he was being trained but the bleeding didn't cease like it normally should.

"Hey, hey look at me. Keep them pretty eyes open." Jay's voice started to break, your eyes fluttering as you tried as best you could to keep them open just for him.

"J-Jay?" You spluttered, an uncomfortable sensation at the back of your throat as, unbeknownst to you, blood fell like tears from the corner of your mouth. Nothing about this was normal.

"Shh, shhh. Don't say anything, not a word." Jay tried to soothe you, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. The world around him vanished. The sounds of Kim repeatedly calling for backup, the unit split in half as one went after their suspect and the rest stayed in the motel room.

Jay's eyes were glued to your face, he couldn't see the hands of Kevin helping rip off your vest before making sure your feet were elevated above your chest.

"I- I love you Jay." You whispered. Your voice was so light and airy that Jay almost thought he didn't hear you but he did anyways, you were his only concern right now.

Jay sniffled, his tears clouding his vision but he forced them away so he could see you clearly. He knew exactly what you were doing, it was what either of you normally did if one of yous got hurt, just in case something went wrong.

But Jay was in denial. No, this was no goodbye. He was stubborn and you were too good to just let go so easily without a fight. It was your birthday for heaven's sake and he hadn't given you the ring sitting in the glove box of his car.

"I love you too Y/N." Jay reciprocated like always, a stray tear rolling down his cheek and falling onto your pale cheek. "Happy birthday baby."

You nodded, a smile barely gracing your lips as it twitched up ever so slightly, thankful for everything Jay was doing. Out of all the poor decisions you've made in your life, Jay was for sure the best one you ever made, even if you were deciding to leave him, knowing just how broken he'd be and how much pain you'd be causing him.

Like usual, the paramedics would show up and it was usually 61 and they'd be so concerned that they'd rush you to Med in record time where Jay would be stopped by Will while everyone brought you back to full health and Jay would be running himself ragged till he saw you awake again.

But this wasn't like the usual. The paramedics given weren't from 51 and due to a collision nearby, they weren't going to make it in time. No one was coming to save you and all Jay could do was administer the minimal aid he knew from his training and the knowledge Will shared with him.

With a blink of an eye, you chest stopped moving under Jay's hands, the light diminished from your brown eyes as they were now empty and looking up unblinking.

A choked sob escaped Jay, it was so loud that Kevin and Kim were frozen in their actions, never once hearing their colleague and friend cry before.

"Dammit, Y/N!" Jay cried out, chucking his crimson soaked jacket aside as he started cpr. "Get up! Stop joking with me and get up!"

His chest compressions kept going, the numbers coming out as he cried. Even as he heard a crack of a rib, apologies rippled out of him for hurting you but he needed you back with him, he needed you alive because God forbid you were dead.

"Jay..." Kevin gently put your feet back on the crappy flooring, looking at his friend empathetically in realisation that you weren't coming back. With tears of his own, Kevin heard Kim choke back a cry as she called it in.

"Come on man, she's gone." Kevin said, swallowing harshly as he watched Jay's desperate attempts to get you back.

"No, no, she's still there, she promised me." Jay shook his head furiously, shrugging of Kevin's hands on his shoulders as an attempt to stop him from resuscitating you. "She promised she'd come back."

Despite being out of breath, his arms aching from the chest compressions, Jay's determination also started to decrease when nothing changed. The brightness that filled your eyes was forever gone and no longer could Jay wake up every morning and watch as you peacefully slept with your chest rising and falling steadily.

But, despite how grim this moment was, like usual, you looked so peaceful in your sleep. Jay didn't want to admit it but you were gone and he couldn't save you.

"We made a promise." Jay sobbed as he stopped. Nothing stopped his tears as they fell like rain, mixing with the blood on your chest.

"She promised." The man that would've been your husband in five months cried, his gut-wrenching sobs echoing as his body shook with despair.

And just like that, the light of Jay's Halsteads life was gone, wrongfully taken from him.

#submission #one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #onechicago #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead oneshot #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x imagine

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zeep-xanflorp · 4 months

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The Reinstatement

Dedicated to @cassowariess and @thesoftboiledegg. Loving you guys muchly for the inspiration <33

Adult Swim woke up with a start this morning, sweat dripping down its face. Just another nightmare, it told itself, shaking its head as it stood up. Ever since they had cut off Justin Roiland from their work, they had been fearing every waking moment.

But it did not know that today was unlike any other.

The Redditors, ever since they heard the news about Justin, have been in outrage towards Adult Swim. They post and tweet daily in his defence, but their cries go unheard by the company's cruel, cold professionalism. Until now.

Today, a line of Dude-Bro Brothers stood in front of the Adult Swim headquarters. They held up picket signs and chanted together. "We want Justin!" One of the signs read. "Release the Roiland Cut!" They all chanted in a voice-cracking register. But alas, their pleas went unheard. Even as they sobbed to Get Schwifty playing in the background, they were cruelly disregarded at every turn. Even as they performed the Rick Dance from the season 1 finale, they were shunned by the cruel heel of Adult Swim's boots. It looked into the eyes of a child holding up a Solar Opposites sign with "never again" plastered over the face of Korvo, and spat on the ground.

Justin sat across the street, watching the whole thing play out. He was drinking a Bailey's coffee in his oversized sweatshirt. He hated being seen in public like this. Even when he had ordered his usual, the man behind the counter frowned at him.

"It will be okay," he reassured reassuringly. "They have to take you back eventually!"

"I-I don't think th-that I even w-want that," Justin stammered, awkwardly playing with his mug. "Maybe they're better off w-without m-me..." he mumbled, tearing up as he walked to his usual seat at a booth near the window.

When he saw the picket line today, he could scarcely believe his eyes. He wiped away tears, because there was no way, no chance that it would do anything. And these good Redditors people were wasting their time.

It was then when an electronic car came speeding around the corner, pulling into the centre of the picket line and blasting "Rick and Morty" by Soulja Boy on the speakers. The entire crowd cheered. Out of the car stepped out none other than Elon Musk.

He pulled out a bluetooth megaphone and stood on top of his car. "ADULT SWIM!!!!" he yelled. "YOU NEED TO REINSTATE JUSTIN ROILAND IMMEDIATELY! I COMMAND YOU!"

The Redditors all start chanting "Justice for Justin! Justice for Justin!" over and over. Justin can just hear the chanting from the coffee shop he drinks at across the street and he comes running out in a huff. They cheer his arrived, Elon letting him stand on top of the car with him. They hold hands as the chanting continues until finally, out the door walks a figure dressed in black and hunched over.

It's Dan Harmon, with his face covered in tears. He's booed as he steps out onto the street among the picketers and he looks up at Justin and Elon on the car.

Justin jumps off the car, landing in front of dAn Harmon elegantly, facing the man finally.

Suddenly, Dan falls to his knees, broken and sobbing messily.

Justin's heart pangs, but he stares down coldly to hide his feelings.

"PLEASE!" Dan cries out, "Please! Come back! The show has never been the same without you in it!" he lowers his head. "I miss you on set. I'm so sorry for what I did and I need you to stand by me as we fix this - together!"

Justin sighs, kneeling to level with the level that Dan is at. He shakes hius head.

Dan looks at him widely eyed. "W-what do you say? Like old times?"

"Oh, Dan," Justin begins, warmly, "I just wanted to hear you say the word."

His co-creator grins brightly. "S-so you'll come back? And you forgive me?"

"In my heart, I've never left." But then Justin thinks. "But if you're looking for my forgiveness, then I can't. Not ever."

Dan wails, curling up into an inconsolable ball and sobbing into the sidewalk.

Justin stands triumphantly, returning to stand on top of the car with Elon. All the Redditors look at him, awaiting his words and hushing each other.

"I'M BACK BABEYYYYY!" he screams in elation and joy. "REGULAR RICKKK!!!!! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB SZECHUAN SAUCEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd erupts in cheer and everyone claps.

Adult Swim's anger causes an earthquake which shakes the entire building, making it collapse and leaving the voice boxes of Ian Cardoni and Harry Belden completely ruined, irreparably. . The Redditors are left unharmed, and they celebrate with tears and mensa tests.

He is back. The king on his throne.

Elon grabs Justin's hand, taking the voice actor by surprise. They look into each other's eyes.

"I knew you could do it," the muskrat whispers, between only the two of them.

Justin released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I didn't know you knew that," he explained.

"Well, good to know that one of us knows things," Elon quipped.

And the two kiss on top of the tesla in the shadow of the Adult Swim headquarter rubble, their tongues battling for dominance.

#satire #justin roiland anti #justin roiland #dan harmon #adult swim #ian cardoni #harry belden #rick and morty #rick n morty #r&m #rnm #ram #rick sanchez #rick c 137 #rick c137 #rick #the author has some regrets

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