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sneezeplease · 2 months

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Angel Undone

Hello fellow queers or Haz/bin enjoyers, and welcome to the results of my poll!! I had a ton of people choose option 2, and while I'm such a sucker for Huskerdust this fic kind of got away from me and this is mostly Angel whump.

Tw: Cannon-compliant Valentino Abuse, slight mess, references to ep. 4

Enjoy 2k words of Angel with a bad cold, although he does get some help in the end//

“Amorcito! Dressing room, now!" Despite how lightheaded he felt, Angel struggled to get up out of the bed, grateful that he was just doing a simple gangbang. His hands were shaking far too much to be able to untie anything, and he doubted the other “actors” were anything but disgusted with him right now. The spider tried his best to seem unafflicted, but it was rather hard when even standing up caused the room to spin. He ran a hand through his hair, and must have looked pitiful enough that some new actor helped him to stand.

“Are you okay?” the guys voice was deep, and although he had long since made an effort to forget the name and face of the dozens of people he worked with daily, he remembered starkly where the guy was from, his breath catching in his throat and causing him to cough weakly.

Charlie getting yelled at, looking so apologetic and teary-eyed. Valentino turned back to Angel, Angel knowing he had caused her so much pain for no reason, that he had led another one of his friends to be hurt by the cruel man who used to be so kind to him. That was when Angel really knew he couldn’t stay like this anymore, that he needed to fight back in the smallest ways so Val could lose interest.

“Not really, can you- help me to the wall?” His voice was quieter than it ever was while he was performing, but he really didn’t want to get the man sick after he had been at least decent to Angel. He knew that the only person in the industry who really liked him was Valentino, and he was fucking fine with that. He had to be, there was no way he could change that when Val was so fucking controlling.

[in the back of his fever-addled mind, Anthony was able to recognize that he had never wanted this life. The sinner was manipulated into it, and his feeling of helplessness is what caused his deeply rooted desire to forget everything, to numb the pain of his bleeding heart for even just a moment]

"Here… you look way… out of it. Did ya start using again?” Despite his aching throat, Angel scoffed loudly.

“Of course I didn’t! It’s just- some cold I picked off from the prin— from where I live, alright? it’s nothing else!” He didn’t bother to say that he had sworn to his best friend that he could stay away from drugs and didn't feel the need to explain something like that in such an open environment. Instead, Angel tried to stumble forward to the door. He was so- so close, when that terrible tickle got even worse in his head. His stuffiness switched to a twitching, lingering itch, and despite rubbing it slowly, it did nothing to help.

The spider felt his breath catch, almost like a moan, as he began to sneeze? No, he wasn’t sneezing yet, but it felt like he had to sneeze so much that it was making him gasp and whine, teasing him much worse than an orgasm ever had. “Uhhhhh’kSHIEEwww!! Uhhhh’PTChhh!! Ehhhhh’Tshihhh!” he managed to bring an arm up to sneeze into, only moving it down to grab the doorknob. “It doesn’t sound like any cold, but if that's what you want it to be it can-” the man shrugged before walking away from Angel, leaving the spider sinner to take a deep breath in. he knew what was waiting in the dressing room, but he also knew that he had to face Valentino. Hopefully, it would be quickly over with, but Angel Dust wasn’t going to count on it.

He opened the door nearly silently, then winced as he saw Valentino sitting down on his chaise lounge, smoking like he always did. “Angel Dust, someone isn’t looking too good. Tell me, did you finally come to your senses? Or is this just the consequence of being around such filth at that damned hotel?” Before Angel could even speak, Valentino’s face twisted into something sinister and angry, the rage he usually concealed displayed as he stood up and walked closer to the other.

“Perhaps… you’ve gotten terribly close to Lucifer’s bimbo daughter, haven’t you? Or the old-timey overlord that Vox can’t stand? You probably got sick from whoring yourself out again, without my permission!” Angel winced at the accusations, his arms crossing over his body to defend himself. Despite how much progress he ever thought he had made, it always faded away in this forsaken dressing room, where his confidence and self-esteem had been destroyed so many times before.

Still, Angel knew the repercussions of not filling the silence, knew the blows he would be getting for being cowardly if he didn’t even attempt an excuse. Between the fever and the panicking, all Angel could manage was a shitty, overused excuse:

“Val, I didn’t mean to get sick, I swear!”

“Really? You didn’t leave me just so you could find some other bitch to control you? To make you feel good?” His leash materialized suddenly as Valentino yanked him closer. The pressure from the collar on Angel's throat caused him to cough harshly, whining as he finally got his breathing under control.

“I haven’t! I just help out at the hotel, that’s all! Someone probably wandered in while— while!!” He tried every trick he could think of to stop himself, even putting his tongue to the roof of his mouth. constrained as he was, he knew he was too close to Valentino to not sneeze on him.

“While?” Valentino blew a puff of smoke in his face, and that was what did it. Any control Angel had fought for was quickly taken away from him, the usually clingy scent from his cigarette now invading his nostrils and causing him to lose his breathing.

“HEhhhHHH’GSHUEWWWW!!! EHHHHHH’TCHuhhhh!!! HAhhhhh’CHIEWWWWW!!! AHhhhhh”PSHOOOO!! Uhhhhhh’TSHUEWWWWW!!! IHHHHHH’KSHIEHHHH!!” The sneezes caused him to pull against the restraints with each one, and they were definitely loud enough to hear from outside the room. Valentino first looked intrigued when Angel seemed to be moaning, but now he looked nothing short of disgusting.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to Snehhhh-EIhhhhh’TCHIEHHHH!! HIHHHHHH’KSHUHHHH! EHHH’PTSHUEWWWW!!” The tickle was far too overwhelming for Angel to even attempt to cover or hide them, and all he could really do was sneeze, the perfume from the smoke setting his nose aflame.

“Fine!” The chains released as Valentino threw them aside. That caused Angel to stumble and fall, barely being able to shift and fall on the couch, even if it was face first. “I’ll call off the team for today, but you only get three fucking days Angel! Three days to get rid of that disgusting illness.” The door slamming shut only made Angel's headache worse, but at least he could get dressed now, right?

He tried to get dressed for fifteen minutes, having to pause between his skirt and shirt to muffle another wrenching fit. Each sneeze was taking away energy Angel Dust simply didn’t have and caused him to cough afterwards. The usually high-spirited spider was barely functioning, and he grabbed a black robe to cover himself with, as an added layer of heat (not that he could keep warmth well anyways).

Angel dust isn't quite sure how he got back to the hotel, but the spider was close to tears when he finally opened the door. His entire body felt like it was freezing and overheating at the same time, the fever that had given his fur a notable pink flush getting worse as he pushed his body to the -

"Angel? What happened? Charlie came up to him, her hand hovering like she waited to support him but waiting for his consent, and Angel only pulled himself together long enough to give her a plastic smile.

“Nothing Toots. It was just a long day at work-" his second set of arms appeared again to steady himself as he tried to hold off the sneeze long enough to make sure he wouldn’t get Charlie-

“hhh’EhhhhhhTch’ieWwwww!!” The one time he had wanted not to make an entrance, and his body couldn’t even listen to him. his sneezes were typically over the top, and while he didn’t find the sensation good or bad, he wished that just once he could sneeze quietly.

“Damn you! Are you feeling alright?” And now Charlie sounded way too sympathetic. Angel had to resist the desire to bang his head against one of his arms, he knew there was no way to hide his sickness now.

So he did what came most easy to him when feeling his shittiest: put on a good performance. “I feel great Tootz! Just amazing, ya know?” he racked his brain to think of something, anything, that could make him sneeze like this, but besides one that could get him kicked out of the hotel, nothing else came to mind.

“You look ill, my effeminate fellow!” Alastor was smiling like usual, even though Charlie was currently attempting to help Angel to the foyer couch. He fell on it dramatically, batting his eyelashes a couple of times.

“I’m not sick, just had an extra-long day of work. Val’s going on some “honeymooning” weekend with that TV head and the other one, so he made me work for my time off. Nothing I can’t handle, I’ll be fine with some rest–” his voice cut off at the end of his perfect performance, the tones and inflections making his piss poor excuses actually believable. Angel couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this sick and miserable from something other than trying to quit cold turkey. The spider couldn’t even turn his head before coughing his lungs out, and it must have sounded bad enough that Al slipped back into the shadows, leaving just the two of them.

“Here you go Angel,” Charlie gently placed a cup of water into his hands, which the sinner gulped down eagerly.

“Thanks Toots.” Angel couldn’t keep up any sort of act anymore, and he opened his eyes slightly to see Charlie hesitating to run a hand through his hair. “You are a lifesaver, I tell ya.” he drank the water as fast as he could, gulping it down. It barely did anything for his nose, but at least now he could actually say a few words.

“I could get you some medicine, or an ice pack, or a heating pack but Nifty took that somewhere so it might take awhile, and actually-a-thermometer-would-” Angel laughed softly, but he appreciated how much care Charlie showed to him. Right now, after he had just been belittled and mocked by Val, most of his cares flew out of the window, including any personal touch.

Charlie had just felt his forehead and compared it to her own when Angel felt his nose twitching once again. He wished that it would just stop, that he could force all of these aches to go away and just be able to sleep. “Toots, ya should try to m-move…” Charlie pulled back quickly, although she seemed confused as to the reason. “Is something wrong? I can get you an ice pack or more water–” Charlie’s worried ramblings were cut by Angel lifting a finger, his breath catching a couple of times. It sounded ragged and desperate, but he couldn’t control it. “Ahhhhh’Kihhh’SCHOOooo!! Hahhhh’TCHIewww!! Iehhhh’KCHUHHHH!! HeHHH’SHuHhhhh!!” The fit even sounded tired, and Angel groaned lightly as he did so. “Angel, are you sure you don’t want some help to your room? I could see if Vaggie or-” Charlie stopped talking, looking over Angel's head. All the sinner could do was grumble, hiding his face in the pillow.

“It’s fine toots, I’ll just fall asleep right here. No need to mess with that room stuff,” A deeper chuckle came from behind Angel's back, and he didn’t need to look back to tell Husker was there. He hid further into the pillow, determined to keep another person from seeing him like this, especially one that Angel had gotten so close to.

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #haz/bin hot/el #angel/dust #snez #snzfic

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adracat · 10 months

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GWitch 23 thoughts

Sorry for the wait on this, I had to rewatch a few times to really drink in everything that was going on. I didn't have the best knee-jerk reaction initially ( I enjoyed it ofc but was a bit ambivalent about some things) and wanted to give it a fair shake.

First up, seeing Suletta zip around like the ace pilot she is was quite rewarding and fun! Now all those auto-pilot rumors can be laid to rest. However, the circumstances weren't the best and it broke my heart she was gasping for air the entire time. I had no doubt she'd live but it's still miserable to witness that

Ah Lauda. Your tomfoolery knows no bounds. We knew this was coming after the last ep, but it's still a bit frustrating. On a technical narrative level, it works since we're seeing two sets of siblings confront their simmering tension with one another. On a personal level, I wasn't very amused. I first saw this at 4 in the morning and had no patience for Lauda lmao. But rewatching it a few times gave me a deeper appreciation for what's going on. He's really intent on scapegoating Mio for everything wrong in his life. Fitting for her role as the Rose Bride and Lauda's demonized witch

This little aside from Chuchu is so suspicious tbh. Considering Mio's failure at piloting, this seems to imply either she does not have a permet implant of any sort or a flat intolerance. I have a sneaking suspicion it'll become a factor in the next episode.

Mio staring wistfully at Cool-san/etc memento of Suletta will always grab me by the throat. Girl wants to wife up Suletta so bad. And really, who could blame her?

Schwarzette is so pretty and cool. Unfairly so. Like, why did you make that thing so unique and cool? For dipstick Lauda?? Who is that pink permet for and why does it look like Utena??? ANSWER ME OKOUCHI

That's nice of Delling to rise from his sickbed to try and negotiate with the SAL. Unfortunately, this would be for naught because they're here to purge and replace. Not make nice. It was the thought that counts, I suppose.

Speaking of, the debut of a solar ray blindsided me. I mean, yeah it's Gundam, but I kinda thought we were skipping the big death ray lmao. After sitting on it, I think I know where it's headed. Totally on brand for SAL too in hindsight. They like to act removed, but they're just as entrenched as Benerit in the skeevy corpo politics. Allying with Ochs and now Peil cements it

Check the link above to see my Utena related thoughts on this moment btw. It might be the highlight of the episode beyond the Prospera confrontation. Stunned they finally stopped playing coy and seemingly confirm Notrette is indeed a GUND entity residing in pseudo hell, and likely a GWitch newtype like Eri

This was very sweet and I enjoy it more on a rewatch but I also understand why I and so many people had a gut-deep aversion to this subplot. The issue is entirely investment based imo, and tbh I just don't care that much about the Jeturk family dynamics. At best, I don't mind them. Guel is a bro but Lauda is SO exhausting on multiple levels. His misogyny and gross negligence of Petra in favor of revenge doesn't help.

If something came of this other than Lauda/Guel sibling closure, I'd consider it fulfilling. But if you lack investment in the conflict, it's going to feel limp or frustrating in comparison to the siblings you want to see. So while I appreciate the parallel with Suletta/Eri and the continuing subtext of witch coded Mio, that's it for me. But hey, it serves a purpose. A tragic cycle was broken after all, thanks to love and MVP Felsi!

The one big gripe I have after consideration is this man's continued existence. Kenanji doesn't deserve to play buddy buddy with the cast. He's a dirty space cop who bullies children and murdered Nadim, now he's joking with 5lan? The hell. I get the theme of the show is forgiveness and not perpetuating the cycle of revenge but... really? KENANJI gets to be happy but Norea/Sophie don't? Sigh

It was so dirty of Eri to use Suletta's love for Mio against her. She knows Suletta would panic over their mother possibly 'gaining two'. It's crafty and unrepentant, but Suletta holds fast. Her faith in Mio is greater than her idle fears

Mio scolding Prospera over her favoritism was great. We love a fiancé willing to take a stand against her shit in-laws. Speaking of, looks like Mio has fully embraced becoming a Mercury one day. 'All of us will be family' YEAH YOU WILL so suck it up Prospera. The holidays are gonna be so awkward

Btw love Mio was shouting at her while having an emotional breakthrough deciphering her mother's QZ riddle. This moment was excellent and easily superceded my minor gripes. UGH when will you reveal Notrette's whole deal GWitch? We're waiting

Such a bittersweet moment. We know from the Blessing and Cradle Planet that Eri loves her sister but it may not have been until this moment that Suletta understands her feelings. Now, I don't think she's 'dead' tbh. Or deader anyway. I suspect it's a false flag to hook you until the finale. It would be quite anti-climactic if she passed without a proper goodbye. I'm still holding out on a Tempest end where Prospera voluntarily sets her free.

The next Sunday will be our last. Hard to believe tbh. Feels like just yesterday we set out on this spectacular journey. Que sera sera! I'll see y'all in the finale~

#Wish Eri had the endcard tbh but oh well #maybe they're saving it for the end #g witch #g witch spoilers #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #gundam witch from mercury #sulemio #prospera mercury #ericht samaya #guel jeturk #lauda neill #g witch episode 23

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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side? EP.5

Summary: 1 month after her infamous “pipebomb”, how does Y/N feel when it feels like nothing has changed in her world? What will she do next?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Quick mentions of anxiety and depression-like symptoms (loneliness), kind of proofread (my bad)

Notes: sorry for being late but better late than never

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“How could she do that?”

“I mean if you went through what she went through you would do the same”

“Good riddance Y/N!”

“Please go to AEW, they need you!!”

“tbh, that was one of my favorite pipebombs ever”

“I wish her the best and hopefully she’ll come back with Sasha and Naomi”

“She should have done it differently”

“Without WWE, where is she gonna go?”

It’s been 1 month. (August 2nd, 2022)

1 month full of tweets, posts, and people just interjecting their opinions. But also 1 month of your silence. You didn’t issue any statements, no comments, no interviews. After a bold move like that, you thought you would feel better. And in some ways you did, you feel like you removed the foot that was crushing your throat; like you got rid of the poisonous thing that has been draining your life.

You felt free.

But amid that freedom was there this excruciating silence that took up your mind where you’re second-guessing everything. Now, you just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts of what to do next.

WWE removed you from all programming, posters, and promotions. They put you on blast, as they did with Mercedes and Trinity, before dropping you as a subject altogether. It’s like you didn’t exist. Liv is still the champion, but it’s only a matter of time until Ronda gets it back. No one from WWE reached out; except for Bianca, Zelina, and Liv. And you sent Liv an apology bouquet for dragging her into the situation. Christian only reached out to tell you what a mistake you were making and how you should apologize (and also how this potentially might ruin his career).

You haven’t really talked to Mercedes or Trinity as they were extremely busy in the last few months with bookings. They were off doing signings, in tv shows, and being in fashion shows (you were the first person to know that they would be in New York Fashion Week). All while you were sitting in your apartment, just trying to figure yourself out.

Daniel, Paige, and Hook all check in on you at least once a day. With Daniel and Hook living so close, they often come by to chill with you (separately of course). Paige constantly facetimed you, so in a way you didn’t feel totally alone. And today was nothing different.

“Tyler, no I can’t just magically pop up at the strip club.” You said on the phone while looking through your fridge for something to cook.

“All I’m saying is that it’s a great way to reappear in the public’s eye,” Tyler said while snickering.

You grabbed your leftovers. “And this not because you would like to go to the strip club?” You paused. “Again?”

“Noo….anyways, how are you feeling today?” He asked, changing the subject

“Better than yesterday. I feel exhausted. And I’ve spent a month doing absolutely nothing.” You groaned as you put the leftovers in the microwave. “I just want to get up and do things but I don’t know what to do or where to start.”

“Y/N, you have to take everything one step at a time. Everyone moves at different paces, you can’t rush a process that you’re not completely ready for.” Tyler calmly explained as you sat on the couch, pondering his words. “Don’t feel like you need to make a big decision now. You need to evaluate all options before making a move. And just know that you will always have people that will support you, me included.”

“That was very sweet Tyler.”

“I can be a sweet guy, sometimes.” He said making the both of you laugh. “So, how’s your lover boy? You don’t talk about him much.”

You sighed before getting up and slightly pacing around the room, “There’s nothing to talk about, we haven’t talked much these days. He’s busy doing his thing.”

“So why are you still with him?”

You stopped in your tracks before answering, “Because I love him.”

“That may be true, but are you still in love with him?”

At that moment, it felt like your world came to a stop, like when Daniel asked if you could see yourself with someone else besides Christian. It was another loaded question, yet a big question that you had to figure out the answer to sooner or later. You truly do love Christian, after all, you two have shared a lot of memories. A lot of moments where he was the sole reason for your smile, how you got butterflies in your stomach when he texted you, or how you saw your life later on with him. But now? You were tired of being cast aside by him, tired of being treated as if everything you do is wrong. You were tired of how exhausting fights were with him and how he jealous he got of others in your life. Do you feel the same way now? Do those memories and moments outweigh what has been happening recently?

You became deep in thought before being pulled out by a knocking at the door and Tyler’s voice growing louder. “Y/N? Y/N, hello?” Your head snapped back to reality (oops there goes gravity-sorry).

“Hey, sorry Tyler. I’mma have to call you later, someone’s at my door.”

He sighed but understood. “Okay, but just remember if anything happens or if you need someone, my bed always has a place for you.”

You giggled before hanging up and answering the door, to the sight of Daniel. You briefly hugged before letting him in and going to get your hot leftovers from the microwave. “Why are you here? I thought you were training today.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t heard from you.”

“Danny, I’m fine. You can go to your training session.”

“No can do, I cancelled it.”

You put down your fork, looking at the man who was now occupying your couch. “You mean to tell me that just because you didn’t hear from me, you dropped everything to check on me?” 

“Hell yeah. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and safe. I needed to lay eyes on you.” He said getting up and walking towards you. Your heart swelled at his words. You were blessed that someone saw you that important in their life. “I just need you to call like once a day to know that you’re okay.” He said grabbing another fork and taking a bite of your leftovers. “You always make the best stirfry.”

“Danny, what should I do?”

“About the entire situation?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded as he sighed. “To be honest Y/N, in my opinion, you need a clean slate. Then you can build whatever your heart desires. But the thing is that you already caused drama at WWE, to the point where if you go back something is sure to pop off again. You don’t need that and you damn sure don’t deserve that.”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I deserve at this point.”

Daniel sighed before grabbing your hands and staring into your eyes. “Y/N, you are an incredible woman and you deserve all the fine things in life. And if you don’t see that, you are dumb as hell.” He said making you laugh. “Anyways, what were you doing before I got here?”

“I was just on the phone with-“ And you cut yourself off, trying your best not to finish the sentence (for fear of making Daniel upset).  “Hook?” You shyly nodded as you avoided eye contact. “I don’t care if you guys talk.”  “You hate him.”

“I hate his stupid perfect hair. And the way he does his suplexes. And the way that he just gets everything he wants.” He said slowly letting go of your hands. He cleared his throat as you side-eyed him. “But yeah he’s a cool dude.”You rolled your eyes as he started to rant about work, you grabbed your phone. Your eyes started to scroll around before they widened on one particular text from an unexpected person. You started to drown him a bit as you kept in the text. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You blinked with a blank stare on your face. You slowly nodded and just said, “I have a meeting tomorrow apparently.”

“With who?”

“I don’t even wanna discuss it.” And you threw your phone across the room and placed your head under a pillow.

(August 3rd, 2022)

You woke up nervous as hell.

You didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. Will this make things worse or better for both of us?

You put on a semi-business outfit with nice shades, you did your makeup and hair very quickly. You grabbed your purse before passing Daniel (who was knocked out on the couch after all had drinks and game night) and left to rush to your meeting. You couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse that your meeting was close to your apartment; you couldn’t shake your feelings as your anxiety grew to be pounding in your ears, making you almost hyperventilate. As you approached the building, you took a deep breath before walking into the plaza. You made talked to the receptionist before getting the clear to go upstairs.

You took the elevator and got out at your stop. Walking straight ahead to the doomed door. You took another deep breath before putting on a fake smile and knocking on the door. You heard a grumbled and muffled come in.

You opened the door to see the person with a smile behind a stack of papers. “You know Hunter, I never thought I would see you like this.”

“Y/N, I told you numerous times to call me Paul.”

“Hunter just rolls better.” You shook his hand as you two sat at the wooden coffee table.

Before the whole situation, Paul (Triple H) has also been one of your mentors when dealing with the wrestling business. You credit him with a lot of business moves and how your character was booked. Before your walkout, you two would talk every week (sometimes even multiple times a week). Now, this was the first time you were communicating before in a little over a month.

“I’ll get right to it. Neither Vince nor John are here, so you can be as open and honest with me as you want. Whatever is stated here will remain between the two of us.” Paul said. You nodded but you didn’t want to start right away, instead, you were trying to organize your thoughts. What could you tell him? That you were mad that things were being unfair and no one else saw that but you? That you couldn’t stand being in this company anymore as days go on. “I’ll start if you want.” He said, you nodded again.

He sighed as he tried to find the words to say. “Y/N, I’m incredibly sorry for not speaking up in the past for you. I knew of the plans and voiced my displeasure about them when Vince wanted to give the title to Ronda. I’ve tried telling them that there needs to be more substance within the women’s division and constantly giving Ronda a title is not the way to go about it, no matter how well I get along with her. But I know, what you said and done is not just based on Ronda and how Vince operates with her. It’s something much deeper”

You sighed as you started agreeing with him, “That was literally what I was trying to talk about. The women’s division needs more attention, storylines, and substance. We have women who have been with the company for several years who have been put on the back burner, women who have not been allowed to showcase their talent or improve in the ring and then get ridiculed for it, and we have the same people showing up with all the time with the same storylines with the same opponents. Or even worse, we get the short end of the stick and get our times cut when shit does over the time limit. I’m just tired of it all. And I’m tired of being the one who is always sacrificed for Ronda or someone else’s agenda. And then to top it off, we don’t get paid as much as we should, unlike our male counterparts.”

You paused before continuing, “I will admit, the way that I stated my grievances was distasteful and a bit selfish, but I didn’t know how else to get anyone to listen to me. I want to apologize for embarrassing you, and the company, and putting you and Liv in an uncomfortable position. That was never my intention, I intended to state my displeasure with the treatment of the women’s division and how we are ultimately nothing more than stepping stools to a particular figure.” You avoided his gaze and just focused on everything in the room, but him.

Paul chuckled before shaking his head, “Y/N, you did not embarrass me.” He said, making you look up at him with shock. “Shit, I mean what you did actually brought a smile to my face, that I had to hide from Vince. It made me think back to the Curtain Call incident in a way. You should never have to compromise your feelings and beliefs for this business, instead stand up for what you believe in. And you did exactly that, you stood up for what you think is right and you should do without remorse. Sometimes we have to be selfish with our agendas, cause we have to look out for ourselves at the end of it. Mercedes is doing it, Trinity is doing it, and now so are you.”

Giving a small smile, you responded, “How’s Vince taking it?”

“He wasn’t happy with it at first. But then he saw how much interaction WWE was getting and soon just decided to make it into a work. He’s open to talking and compromising, especially since your contract is expiring soon. But the question is, do you want to talk? Do you want to compromise? But first, let me ask you; when you did this, did you ever think what was gonna happen afterward?” You shook your head as he continued, “Well, then what do you want to do? Everything is your call now and I’ll explain this later, but you put us in a hard spot.”

You looked to Paul before saying, “I want a clean slate. I deserve a clean slate.”

Paul sat back in his chair, quiet for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just thought of something, “What if I can make a deal with you? And I can give you that clean slate.”

You smiled, “I’m listening.”

—Time-Skip 1 hour later—

You walked out of the building feeling so much better than how you felt coming in. You squealed with excitement as you believed everything was coming into place and you were gonna get your peace back. That your slate, your canvas was clear. But then you shortly realized that it wasn’t, your slate wasn’t all the way cleared. You sat down on a nearby bench, getting out your phone. You pressed the phone icon before scrolling to a certain contact, your finger hovered over it before pressing it to dial. Lifting the phone to your ear to speak, the call quickly went to voicemail after two rings. You brought down your hand to end the call, but after quick consideration, you put it back up just in time to hear the voice message beep.

You took a breath in and said, “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for everything for the past couple of years. Even though shit’s been going south lately and we aren’t what we use to be, I love you and I’ll still love you. I know you’re thinking about deleting this message already but I just want to say one more thing….

We’re over Christian.”

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felinaone · 2 years

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°ᴾᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ—𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐞𝐱-𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

°ᵂᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍˢ— abandonment issues, break up, slightly spoilers from ep 7 of Andor and angst

°ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ—𝟏.𝟗𝐤

°ᴾʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ—Hey bestie! Hope you’re having a great day! I adore your writing and was wondering if you could write a small fic with Cassian and prompt 1. “I thought you loved me” from your prompt list🤭 I’ve been too happy lately and I need my heart broken thank you, have an amazing day- anon

°ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ— you search for him everywhere and when you finally found him it doesn't go as you expect it.

°ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ— thank you for the request anon hope you like this one too <3 also I'm sorry if this has any grammatical error, i edited this at 4 am last night lmao

|𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭|

5 BBY / Ferrix / 8:45 am

How long had it been since you last seen him, days? a week? you wouldn't even know. time stopped making sense to you since he left.

Everything happened so quickly you couldn't even reunite and leave with him, one day he was telling you his plans to escape ferrix with you, as the both of you were laying down on his bed hugging and the other everyone was running from the empire Pre-Mor security inspector's

From then nothing was the same. stormtroopers were watching you and the ferrix citizens every single day non-stop and making new stupid rules each day, poor bix even her wasn't the same since that day because of timm.

You get out of bed and sit on the bed crossing your legs, on days when you felt this way, your master taught you to meditate.

You close your eyes as you relax your hands at the top of your knees.

19 BBY

It was your last day being a padawan, you were teaching the younglings to dodge with their lightsabers on your way back from the excursion when you heard blasters in the distance and all the younglings removed their training helmets

“are they attacking us?” a youngling ran to you asking confused “i-i don't know I'll call master Kae'en” you were grabbing your Holocomm when your master Kae'en entered the room, he had dark skin with his hair styled in a ponytail with long braid's.

“we need to leave, Now.” you saw how his robe's had blaster burns in some parts “master! what is happening?” you asked grabbing your lightsabers from your belt.

“the clones have betrayed us, they want to eliminate us as soon as they can.” your master explained gathering the younglings behind the two of you.

You were going to ask one thing more but your master stopped you “no more questions, we will run to the escape pods as soon as we get out of this room understood?” Everyone said "yes" and your master continued “then it's settled I'll make time for us” he grabbed your shoulder and then turned to open the door.

All of you started running to the escape pods avoiding as much of clones you could, when you finally arrived your master locked the door getting you and the younglings on the escape pod, you could still here the clones approaching.

“Take care of them.” he looked at you serious almost as if he already decided his fate and then it hit you, as you realize what he meant "No, no I'll stay here with you we can defeat them together." you tried to get out of the escape pod but he stopped you once again.

“no my padawan you must go with the younglings, they need you.” your tears started faling down your cheeks and your lips started quivering "i need you too." you say hopeful that he could stay, he smiled at you sliding his thumb across the corner of your left eye as you put your hand in his.

“i couldn't have asked for a better Padawan, i am so proud of who you have become. I only wish I could have trained you longer.” You felt a knot on your throat as the clones finally break down the door “may the force be with you, always.”

you couldn't even reply to your master before he pressed the eject button of the pod, as you fly away from the ship you could still see your master fighting the clones.

Sweating cold you opened your eyes falling halfway sited on the floor, you weren't ready to relive that memory and being honest you don't think you ever will be.

you compose yourself pulling out the box from under your bed, inside the box was two lightsabers a holocomm and your padawan robe's from when you were sixteen folded carefully.

you pass your hand delicately through the garments, you hadn't even opened this box for so long that you had already forgotten who you really were, but not anymore. you were trained to be a knight. a master even, to defend and protect all life and use your power only for knowledge and defense and that's what you were going to do.

You grab your lightsabers turning them on, you inhaled moving your sabers as you did before to then stop as you exhale smiling to yourself, you haven't lost your touch.

You lay the box on your bed preparing to take a shower.

After you're done showering you go to change your clothes, you weren't going to put your old Padawan robe's for obvious reasons but your tunic was a nice touch as well as your lightsabers hidden on the back of your belt.

After one look on the mirror you touch your padawan braid it was the only thing you could keep without the empire suspecting you were a force sensitive.

When you're done looking at the mirror you go to your kitchen packing some food on a bag for when you leave, you look at the time 10:25 am maker you really need to focus on the timing.

You get out of your house avoiding as much Stromtroopers as you could, the morning was cold like always but nothing compared to Ilum, you shiver at the memory.

After walking for what seemed like a eternity you find the old dumpster you left your ship hidden.

When you leaved the younglings in a safe place years ago you bought a ship after months of working at the time you wanted to use it for exploring the galaxy but because of the empire you couldn't, your ship was a modified YT-2400 light freighter you just hoped it still work after years of not using it.

You turn on the ship luckily you still had some fuel stored in the back so that's what you put on it before you turned it on, when it turn on you clapped victorious. “alright, just need to find you now cass” you say to yourself looking through the news on your datapad but nothing appeared.

You'll figure it out on the way, you thought.

The days pass and you can't find him, even after following some track's it's almost like he disappeared from the galaxy.

You yawn today has been a tiring day so you plan to stay for the night at the nearest planet to sleep, checking your map you see the closest planet is a beach resort called Niamos, that should do for the night though you weren't staying at a hotel you still want to eat something and get your ship repaired.

You land on Niamos at last leaving your ship at the mechanic while you go for something to eat.

After looking at all your options you finally pick something that doesn't look that it's still alive to then sit on a bench, you take a look of the waves hitting the sand as you eat it was a beautiful view one that you wish you could see with Cassian, at the distance you can hear music as there seems to be a bar nearby, you go back to eating when you hear two people laughing.

“Do you want to buy something before we go back to our room?” the girl asked her companion playfully "sure, anything you want" you drop your food that voice it's familiar to you, that voice is from-

Cassian.

You get up from your bench walking towards him as the girl he was with enters a store and he turns quickly to you.

“y/n what are you doing here?” by the way he talked it seemed like he wasn't searching for you the way you did for him “me? Cass i looked for you everywhere these past days!” he hushed you with his hand.

“shh, keep it down they can't know my name right now. and when I went back to ferrix you weren't there so i thought..well the worst.” you toss his hand “so you replaced me as fast as you could? well thanks a lot for mourning.” you slap his chest fuming with anger

“no, no that's not what happened- look these past days have been really crazy and if i told you what I been thr-” you interrupted him, feeling that so familiar knot on your throat again as you did the last time you saw your master.

You look up to avoid your build up tears to come down “i don't recognize you Cass. I mean what about maarva or me? are suddenly going to forget us? I thought you loved me...but guess I was wrong” you wipe your tears, each tear burning more than the last one.

“No I won't forget about the two of you but Maarva wants to stay at ferrix to fight and for what I can see you too want the same thing.” you hug yourself at his words as it was the truth.

Cassian wanted to say tell you the truth about him as well, leave that girl he just meet tonight, to scream that he loves you but he couldn't even if his heart was breaking to pieces as he sees you suffering like this, he couldn't do it. he didn't want to give you false hopes.

Because even him doesn't know what to do with his life right now. But you? you have so many opportunities that he doesn't have right now and he doesn't want to ruin those opportunities for you with his messed up life. “you are right i do. don't you want the same Cass? hasn't the empire taken enough from the people? From us?” you ask trying to make him reason but he doesn't.“this is not our fight y/n! the empire is more powerful than any of us and you know it.”

You furrow your brows “how many people have to die before it is our fight hm? besides the number of people doesn't matter, we could be twenty but fight like we are a Battalion! we could even build a rebellion if needed.” you protested crossing your arms

“I am sorry but my answer is still the same, thanks for looking for me and staying when I didn't have anyone but maarva and clem but I'm staying here.” you saw how those beautiful brown eyes looked in denial as if he was trying to convince himself of his own words.

“I understand...if you ever need me you can contact me here.” you gave him your holocomm Information putting the paper between his hands.

“goodbye Cassian.” you don't let him respond back and you turn around to run to your ship without looking back at him.

Once you arrived at your ship you enter feeling your eyes tired and swollen from crying to then hear the door closing as you let yourself fall on the floor continuing crying with your hands covering your face thinking how can life keep being so cruel when you've given it all you have?

More days pass and you find yourself going to Coruscant when your head started hurting and you clung to a wall of your ship to avoid falling, closing your eyes in your mind images start projecting it was Cassian on a prison cell followed by destruction and chaos across the Galaxy, opening your eyes you breathing heavily.

What the hell is happening?

Thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated 🤍

Requests are still open if you want to send an ask, that's all for now byeee 🥰

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #andor series #andor #andor star wars #cassian andor x you #cassian andor #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor fic #rouge one #andor s1 #star wars fic

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hils79 · 7 months

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Hils Watches Moonlight Chicken - Ep 1

This is the second time this year that I've watched a Thai drama immediately after a cdrama that I lost my mind over. It's always hard starting something new after something you've invested so much time and emotional energy into.

I do enjoy EarthMix, though, and a couple of friends said they enjoyed this so hopefully it'll be fun even if it doesn't grab me by the throat like Mysterious Lotus Casebook did.

I don't actually know what this is about, just that I have enjoyed the two leads in other dramas. I could go and read a synopsis but figuring it out as I go along is more fun :D

Oh, hey, that's the kid from My School President which is the last Thai drama I watched. I shouldn't be surprised. GMM uses the same pool of actors in all their BL dramas. I'm sure more familiar faces will show up later

Yep, literally 30 seconds later another familiar face walks in.

Aww there's Mix. Look at him he's so cute.

Yeah, I'd be staring like that if I woke up and saw someone who looks like Earth standing in front of me too.

I don't know anything about either of these characters but I love them already

Wow, lady. Calm down. She sees Jim with a cute boy and has already decided they're going to have kids together.

Please do not fuck the cute guy who is so drunk he just puked in your garden

Are you, though?

Vague dubcon aside I'm enjoying that this is a drama about actual adults instead of the usual ones about students. And protection is important.

CAT!

If this drama is going to be full of cat treat product placements like this I will be delighted. A definite improvement on the usual GMM products of printers, moisturiser and seaweed snacks

Well now I feel a million years old

Haha! I don't know how old the characters are supposed to be but the actors are only 4 years apart and both of them are under 30

I love them

THAT'S MY BELOVED TIW FROM MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT. I love that there's two people from that drama in this

Oh, well, driving without a licence is okay then!

Okay, seriously, is everyone from My School President in this? That's three of them now!

I'm sure I've seen him in something too

Oh, I am liking the classism and abuse of power subplot. Reminds me a little of Not Me, which is still my favourite Thai drama

Well I've never heard it called that before

Okay, that was really good! I'm going to watch another one after dinner

#hils watches #hils watches moonlight chicken #hils watches tdramas #moonlight chicken #tdrama

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mauxanhduong · 1 year

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[ID: a gif of Lan Ze and Jiang Zhaoyun from the Legend of Yunze extras. They're both dressed in wedding dresses and veils. Jiang Zhaoyun is carrying Lan Ze in her arms and spinning her around. They're both grinning. End ID.]

also uploading this here because you all need to watch legend of yunze it's silly it's heartwarming it's tropey it's heartbreaking it's batshit and compelling and genuinely so so incredible. like at first i was like oh like a fun small web drama to watch because i'm bored but it for real is driving me insane now. if you're a big xianxia fan or if you're just looking for some easy to start watching go watch legend of yunze each ep is like <4 minutes and i hope it grabs you by the throat and rewires ur brain in the best way possible like it did to me

#legend of yunze #i think i'm shadowbnned from the tags but whatever #xuân says stuff

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i--antimony · 1 year

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tuezdai

i was thinking about crossposting this to dreamwidth and THEN i remembered that ive been looking for an excuse to make. a neocities website. so. :3 i am going to make a neocities page for weekly roundup hehe

relatedly look at this bizarre captcha i got when i went to make an account. like. any of these fools could be robots.

listening: not a lot of music this week but ive been listening to rangedtouch's just king things podcast! i'm listening in order from the beginning and im at about halfway through ep 8 (the dead zone). i really enjoyed their homestuck reread podcast so when that finished i was like. well. i want to listen to these clowns (appreciative) hang out more. time to peruse their back catalog. and ive been enjoying it so far! i wouldn't call myself a huge king-head, i've read carrie, salem's lot, the shining...pet sematary? cujo? a few other misc king stories. there's a short story about a cat that crawls its way down someone's throat i think was stephen king and that one lives in my head rent-free. so definitely a lot of books ive never even heard of in here, and i definitely haven't read the Big King books (the stand and dark tower, mainly) but it doesn't matter too much for podcasting :)

sidebar, i told my roommate about the podcast and she misunderstood the premise and thought it was like. audiobook style. like they were reading the books out loud. i was like babe the stand episode is less than 4 hours long. do you think it's on like 10x speed. lololol

music-wise, @delta-orionis has some DELICIOUS synthwave playlists that ive been working out and studying to. it's like 40 hours long. go nuts

reading: i went to the library with the intention of wandering the nonfiction section until i found something that looked fun but they're remodeling soon so a ton of the stacks aren't open for wandering rn...i can reserve stuff and pick it up but they're not accessible to the public :( the fiction section is though so i grabbed "the birthday of the world", a short story collection by ursula le guin! i thought short stories would be nice because of my lack of time to properly get engaged in a Book and i was right, it rules. i read the first three or so last weekend when i took myself to brunch at a new tea place on main street (3/5 for the brunch, the restaurant is brand new so there are definitely some things that went wrong - food took forever to come out, i was frequently forgotten, after i was seated i waited for like 10 minutes to be noticed by waitstaff, when i finally got my food the rice was crunchy, etc. i would go back to eat there but not any time soon, maybe in a few months after theyve been open for a while. the tea RULED though. their gimmick is like...travel? airplane? so all the staff introduce themselves as flight attendants, and their rewards card is formatted like a passport book where once you get a row of stamps for a certain continent you get a free tea, and once you fill out the whole book you get another free tea........it's so cute.......) actually now im not sure if it's the location the tea came from or the Type of tea? because that top column goes from japan to england which is not exactly a Region. eurasia????? idfk. still cute

anyways. the short stories. i read the first three ("Coming of Age in Karhide", "The Matter of Seggri", and "Unchosen Love") and really enjoyed them! i never finished Left Hand of Darkness (i will return to her one day i promise) but it definitely wasn't required reading even though the first story was set on that same planet. the next story is "Mountain Ways" which is actually available online for those interested :)

watching: more evangelion, and my roommate put on "cunk on earth" for me and it rules it's so funny. obsessed with her.

making: embroidery progress! about halfway done filling in the headphone cord.

as a self reminder, the task list for finishing this is:

fill in headphone cord

words along the side

fill stitch for hair

color in eyes

add misc hair flyaways

misc: quantum midterm thursday......it's open note so im not as frantic as last semester's exams but still. ah. ahhhh. :(

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

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migueloharafanboy · 1 year

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Strangers

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

WARNING: S P O I L E R S (SZN 4 EP 2), CURSING/SWEARING/ g a y t e n s i o n, BAD WRITING IM HAVING FUN

>> Strangers: Vecna’s Curse

~a little over a year later~

Steve stares up at Rick’s cabin with Dustin, Max, and Robin, feeling rather sick to his stomach. He wants to trust Dustin, but this just feels like a bad idea. He approaches the building, peering into the windows with a sigh. He didn’t really care that Dustin was friends with Eddie, what he cared about was the fact Eddie was a suspect. Dustin moves around to the door, banging on it as the others shine lights in the windows.

“Reefer Rick!!” He shouts as he bangs on the door with his palm.

Steve feels his stomach drop, elbowing the kid. “Don’t scream that.” He hisses, earning a scoff and eyeroll.

“Rick!!” Max yells as well, leaning close to the window.

“He’s not there.” Steve tries to reason. These kids are gonna get him killed.

He notices Max wander to the side of the house, only to stop as she shines her flashlight towards the lake. Robin and Dustin notice as well, and the three of them slowly walk to stand behind her. An old and terrifying boat house sits on the lake’s edge, lit by a blaring white light above the door. Steve glances to Robin, part of him hoping she’d reason with the kids. Without a word though, the kids walk over, and he and Robin trail behind. Inside is a bit, or a lot, more terrifying. Steve immediately spots a boat with tarps inside, and his danger sense tells him thats a hiding spot for sure. He glances around and spots an oar, turning off his flashlight and grabbing it. He starts jabbing at the tarps, earning a look from Dustin.

“He might be in here.” He reasons with the kid as he continues.

“Hey, look over here.” Max says, Robin wandering to peer over her shoulder. Max inspects a table, full of junk and wrappers and obvious evidence of life, “someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us.” Robin says softly, looking it over as well. “Got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry. Steve’ll get him with his oar.” Dustin says sarcastically as he looks towards them.

“Ha, I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering the fact that every one in this room has nearly died about a hundred times-” Steve says, looking at Dustin now and pausing his relent on the tarps, “-Personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-”

Suddenly, a person leaps up from under the tarps, strong hands grabbing Steve by his jean jacket. He cries out in shock, yelling for them to wait as they easily press him back against the wall, pinning him up easily. And then he feels something press against his neck, his blood running cold. He holds his hands up, breath caught in his throat as he meets the intense gaze of Eddie Munson. Deep brown eyes bore into his lighter ones, but Steve notices the way Eddie’s hands are trembling, despite the tight grip he has on him and the object against his neck.

“Woah woah woah woah!! Eddie! Eddie!!” Dustin screams, holding out a hand cautiously. Robin and Max frantically run over, but Dustin pushes them back behind himself, “Stop! Eddie! It’s me. It’s Dustin.”

Eddie jerks his head towards Dustin briefly, his grip only loosening momentarily before he’s back at Steve’s throat. Steve stares up at him and breathes shallowly, wincing a bit as the sharp tip presses more into his neck. After all these years, he’s still surprised that Eddie is somehow stronger than him.

“This is Steve,” Dustin explains despite Eddie’s position, holding his hand out towards the older boy, “he’s not gonna hurt you. Right Steve?”

“Right, yeah.” Steve breathes quickly, nodding slightly as he glances between Dustin and Eddie.

“Steve - why don’t you drop the oar.” Dustin speaks slowly and calmly, reminding Steve of the oar he forgot he had clutched tightly in his hand. He takes in a silent breath and slowly holds out the oar, letting it drop to the side. But as it crashes to the ground, Eddie jolts, gripping Steve’s jacket tighter and pressing the weapon more into his neck. “He’s cool!! He’s cool!!” Dustin protests, and Eddie finally seems to be listening.

At this, Steve is quick to speak to Eddie again, desperate to get free, “I’m cool, man, I’m cool…!”

“What are you doing here.” Eddie almost chokes out, and Steve feels like the question is directed right at him, Eddie’s eyes boring into his. It makes his stomach twist, glancing down at the sharp tool against his neck. Eddie wouldn’t actually hurt him, right? Despite the death grip Eddie has on him, all Steve can see is fear in his eyes.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin says, voice mixed with relief, fear, and concern for his friend.

Robin leans around him, “we’re here to help.”

“Eddie, these are my friends.” Dustin starts again and Eddie finally tears his eyes from Steve, looking over his shoulder at the boy as he pants. Dustin points over his shoulder to Robin and speaks, “you know Robin - from band!”

Despite the tension, Robin pretends her flashlight is a clarinet, letting out a few pretend notes, “doo doloolo…”

Dustin motions to Max next. “This is my friend Max - the one who never wants to play D&D.”

Max raises her hand in a half-hearted wave and offers a weak smile, letting her hand fall against her thigh after.

“Eddie. We’re on your side.” Dustin speaks slowly, desperately trying to reason with him. Eddie stares at Dustin, looking like he wants to believe his friend before quickly looking back at Steve. Their eyes meet again, and he can’t help but hope Dustin can save his ass. “I swear on my mother! Right guys?”

“Yes! Yes. We swear.” Max quickly responds with a confident nod.

“Yeah, o-o-on Dustin’s mother.” Robin quickly stammers after her.

Steve stares up at Eddie, nodding slightly. “Yup, Dustin’s… D-Dustin’s mother…!”

Eddie stares down at him, his eyes hard to read. Then tension swells for a moment, and then the taller boy is pushing away from Steve. Steve turns on his heel to breathe, while everyone else relaxes finally, Steve holding his neck and swearing under his breath. He leans over with his hands on his knees and breathes raggedly, slowly allowing himself to sit down. He keeps his head down for a moment, his mind racing and replaying what just happened. He hadn’t really seen much of Eddie since…

“Eddie…” Dustin says gently as he crotches in front of Eddie, pulling Steve out of his train of thought. “We just want to talk.” He assures, reaching for his friend. Eddie jerks in response, making Dustin hold his hand up. “Okay.”

Robin crouches in front of him, her voice soft. “We want to know what happened.”

Eddie is now on the floor against the wall, his head down. The boy sniffles, his voice sounding a bit broken, “you won’t believe me…”

“Try us.” Max adds.

Eddie looks at Max, sweat beading on his forehead and terror still in his eyes. He looks away after a moment, seeming to try and collect himself. Everyone stays quiet, letting him take his time finding his voice again. “I-I was just… Her body… just like, lifted up into the air. And uh… and she just like hung there… in the air… and her bones uh-” He closes his eyes and grimaces, letting out a pained noise. “Her bones started to snap… Her eyes man, it was-it was like there was something, like, inside her head… pulling. I-I… I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her.” Eddie brings a hand up to his face, shaking his head and looking away. “Fucking crazy, right?”

“No,” Dustin shakes his head, “we don’t think you’re crazy at all-”

“No, don’t bullshit me man!!” Eddie snaps, his voice breaking. “I know how this sounds!”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max states, her voice unwavering.

“We believe you.” Robin adds in.

Eddie sighs heavily, keeping his head down. Dustin takes a breath, “look, what I’m about to tell you… might be a little… difficult to take.”

Eddie looks at him, answering slowly. “O-okay…?”

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not… way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins… Sometimes it bleeds into ours.” Dustin explains, seeming to choose his words carefully.

“Like… ghosts and shit?” Eddie questions.

“There are some things… worse than ghosts.” Max breathes, her gaze seeming to turn inward.

“These monsters… from this other world. We thought they were gone, but they’ve come back before. And that’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin slowly says.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.” Max says.

“That night. Did you see anything?” Robin questions.

“Dark particles, maybe?” Max adds.

Eddie shakes his head slowly, taking in all this new information. Dustin is quick to add in more detail. “It would almost look like dust. Swirling dust.”

“No man, there was nothing you could see, or uh… or touch.” Eddie says, mildly frustrated. “I tried to wake her man… She couldn’t move. It was like she-she was in a trance-”

“-Or under a spell.” Dustin adds.

Eddie looks up, gaze serious. “A curse.”

Dustin’s eyes widen slightly. “Vecna’s Curse.”

Steve makes a face, staring at them all while keeping his distance from Eddie. “Who’s Vecna?”

“An undead creature of… great power.” Dustin breathes, putting the pieces together in his head.

“A spellcaster.” Eddie adds, seeming to understand more now.

“A Dark wizard.” Dustin says, fear evident in his voice.

They all sit in silence for a moment, taking in all the information and calming down. Steve glances to one of the windows then, groaning softly. It’s nearly pitch black outside, he has to get these kids home.

He holds his hands up as he sighs and steps forward. “Look, guys. It’s late, we found Eddie.” He says as he motions to the boy, the two of them making eye contact for a moment. A familiar warmth buzzes in his chest briefly, but he’s quick to ignore it. “He’s safe, let’s get you kids home.”

“Oh come on Steve!” Dustin cries, turning towards him angrily, “we can’t just leave him again!”

“Hey, Henderson.” Eddie says, voice soft. Steve recognizes it from that summer almost two years ago now, how surprisingly kind the Freak was, “I’ll be okay man. Lasted this long, y’know?” Eddie reassures weakly and nudges the boy’s shoulder.

Dustin frowns as he stares up at his friend, “your mom’s probably worried about you.” Robin adds now, exchanging glances with Steve.

“We’ll come back tomorrow.” Max reassures, patting her friends arm.

Dustin stares at Eddie a moment longer before slowly giving in. “We will be back.” He assures him confidently, but Steve can see the fear in the kid’s eyes.

“I know.” Eddie snorts, crossing his arms. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be waiting for you guys tomorrow.”

“See?” Steve says and holds out his arms. “All’s well. For now.” His eyes linger on Eddie for a moment, only to turn on his heel and grab Dustin’s arm. “Let’s get going.”

#stranger things #stranger things steve #stranger things fanfic #stranger things eddie #stranger things robin #stranger things dustin #stranger things max #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things steddie #st4 #st #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanfic #strangers

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scorpsik · 1 year

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When Nightmares Return: chapter 1. Ghost.

Ep 200. Askari returns but instead of kidnapping JJ to physically torture her, he instead kidnaps her child to mentally torture her. Will Emily still be able to save them? 4 chapters - updated every other day (17th/19th/21st/23rd)

(kidnapping; show style violence + teamwork; Jemily friendship; miscarriage; implied sexual violence)

Mateo Cruz ran through the building, his heart thumping like a jackhammer. He took the stairs. Even though, rationally, his brain knew the elevator was quicker, there was something that didn’t feel right about standing still for those moments it would take to reach the floor that housed the BAU. No, his body needed to keep moving, to know that it wasn’t idling.

He took the stairs two at a time, pushing his way past anyone unfortunate enough to be in his way and burst through the glass doors of the BAU. “JJ?!” he yelled. “JJ!” He had just begun to ascend the catwalk when he saw her stepping out of her office.

“Mateo? What’s going on?”

“Inside.” He hissed, grabbing her arm and shoving her back in the room.

JJ frowned. She could see the sweat on his brow and his chest heaving. His hand still gripped her arm hard. “Mateo – what is it?”

He gnawed at his lip. “Tivon Askari.”

The name made JJ’s blood run cold.

“JJ…he’s back.”

JJ closed her eyes, as a sudden wave of nausea slammed into her.

It had been a few years ago that she and Askari’s paths had crossed. She had been abruptly reassigned, without the option to question or object, and shipped off to Afghanistan of all places! At that time she was still a press liaison for the BAU and felt completely out of her depth in such a war zone. Questions as to why she was the one chosen for this mission constantly circled her mind. Liaison for the Department of Defence sounded, on paper, much like the job she had been doing – the job she was trained for. But no, out here in the field? In a war zone dealing with refugees and insurgents and soldiers? Surely Derek or Emily would have been better suited to it?

Regardless, she had to make the best of the situation she was in. Tivon Askari was a member of the Iraqi Republican Guard and his job would be to translate for and interrogate prisoners of war and witnesses. He was part of the task force that JJ had been assigned for, and although she could immediately sense that this man was cruel, she never believed he would go so far as to betray them. He and fellow task force man Hastings were playing the team the entire time and…. they set up an ambush in the hopes of killing them. It failed, but… there were casualties. JJ had been injured and… her foetus hadn’t survived the ordeal.

JJ stood before Mateo now, shaking, the secret trauma of that miscarriage draining her of strength and rational thought. She never told anyone about it – not even her husband. She had wanted to give him the good news on her return, but… with the baby gone, she just… never spoke of it. Had she known she would be stepping in to an active combat situation, she never would have gone.

“JJ?” Mateo took a hold of his friend’s shoulders and sat her down gently.

JJ looked up at him, wiping the tears away as fast as she could. “Uhm..” she cleared her throat, but her voice was still little more than a rasp. “Uh… what do you mean ‘he’s back’?”

“Intel caught him entering the country two days ago.”

“TWO DAYS?!” JJ cried. “Jesus! Why am I only hearing about this now?!” Panic flowed through her. Askari had vowed to make her pay for exposing his treachery and he was not a man to take lightly.

“Hey – I only just heard myself.” Mateo said, his hands in the air.

“Where did the intel come from?” JJ asked. She was pacing the room, wringing her hands.

“I know some people in Interpol.” He nodded. “They gave me the head’s up.”

Interpol. Mateo wasn’t the only one with connections there: Emily was with Interpol too. Maybe she could get more precise location? She’d do it, JJ knew she would. Emily had never let her down before. “Is he coming for me?” JJ whispered.

Mateo shook his head. “We don’t know his motives yet. He is hard to pin down.” He wilted under JJ’s scrutiny and admitted “We, uh… we lost him once he arrived on US soil.”

“Lost him?” JJ gasped. “How the fuck did you LOSE him??!!”

Mateo sighed. “By the time our people realised exactly who he was, he’d vanished. But we are going to find him JJ. I swear to you.”

The colour fell from JJ’s face. “I have to tell the team.” She breathed. “I…they need to know. They can find him. Penelope will find him.” She nodded to convince herself of that fact and ran from the room, leaving Mateo staring after her.

JJ jogged the short distance to Hotch’s office. “Hotch, I need you guys.”

Hotch frowned, his dark brows furrowing in concern. “What do you need, JJ?”

“All of you. Please.”

Hotch nodded. “Wait for us in the briefing room – I’ll gather the others.”

JJ paced the briefing room, the three minutes it took for the team to arrive feeling like three hours.

“What’s wrong?” Dave asked softly, the first to enter.

Penelope was hot on his tail, her hands flapping in panic. The last time she’d experienced a team mate in trouble, it was Emily – and that ended in death. Sort of. And Penelope still hadn’t gotten over that feeling of utter dread whenever something like this happened. Spencer, Derek and Hotch arrived together and JJ felt marginally better knowing that her friends – the best in the world – would be on this for her.

“JJ? Whenever you’re ready.” Hotch said once everyone (bar the still pacing JJ) was seated.

“Tivon Askari.” She sighed, her eyes flicking up as Mateo slipped into the room.

“Tivon Askari?” Hotch queried.

“On him.” Penelope said, already, her fingers moving like lightning on her laptop.

JJ nodded, took a breath and told them about what happened in Afghanistan…

JJ chewed at her lip nervously while the team digested her tale.

Penelope’s fingers hadn’t stopped the entire time, but she eventually sat back and sighed. “This guy’s like a freakin’ ghost! There are, like, SO many hoops to jump through to get into archival military records, and I…I can’t get through it.” She shook her head.

“This goes deeper than just some military treachery.” Hotch noted.

“Government cover up?” Spencer offered.

“Yeah, but whose? Ours of theirs?” Derek sighed, spinning a pen between his fingers.

“Could be both.” Dave nodded. “I’ve seen it in Vietnam.”

Hotch’s eyes flicked around the room. “We need someone with deeper connections. Someone who isn’t hampered by our own superiors.”

Dave coughed pointedly and flicked his eyes to Mateo, who stood in the doorway.

“You can trust me.” Mateo assured them.

Hotch looked to JJ.

“Yeah. You can trust him.” She agreed.

“Give me a few minutes.” Hotch said, rising from his seat.

“Emily?” Dave asked.

Hotch inclined his head. “If anyone can dig through classified bullshit, it’s her.”

Hotch closed the office door behind him and checked the clock. It would be late in London, but if there was one thing he knew, Prentiss was a workaholic and would still be in the office. It was a trait that they shared. He settled in his seat and called her personal number.

“Prentiss.” She answered after a few rings.

“Emily.”

“Hotch!” she sounded pleased to see him – then her voice grew serious, realising this was likely not a social call. “What’s wrong?”

“We need your help – it’s JJ.”

“Anything.” She replied without missing a beat.

Hotch relayed the bulletpoints of JJ’s situation and waited while Emily processed it all.

“And Garcia had no luck?” she clarified.

“Blocked at every turn.”

Emily sighed. “Sounds like CIA to me.”

“That’s what I was thinking too. Can you get through it?”

Emily laughed. “I have one or two people who owe me favours. I’ll get right on it.” She paused. “How is JJ?”

“Scared. He could be anywhere in the country by now.”

“Yeah. I know that feeling, Hotch.” She sighed. It had been a little over two years since she herself had been hounded and stalked; her friends murdered; herself winding up stabbed and coding in an ambulance. JJ was there for her then, and there was no way in Hell that she would let JJ be alone now. She pulled her thoughts back to the present. “I’ll make some calls – I’ll be in touch as soon as I can Hotch, and… tell JJ to stay strong, okay?”

Hotch smiled and nodded. “I will. Thank you, Emily.”

“You’re my family, Hotch. All of you. I’ll get whatever I can on that asshole.”

“Good luck.” He nodded.

“Yeah – you too. Stay safe.”

Hotch sighed once the call disconnected. He knew Prentiss would be true to her word and already making those calls. He smiled as he imagined her waking dignitaries up in the middle of the night and pressuring them in that special Prentiss way of hers to get her the information she needed.

Emily called the next day, early. She sounded harassed.

“What have you got?” he asked.

“Not an awful lot that’ll be helpful to you. I found out a few things about him. I also found out part of the reason why he was so hard to trace.”

“Go on.”

“He didn’t arrive in the States alone. He has a partner – Hastings. Does that name ring a bell?”

Hotch nodded. “JJ spoke of him. She thought he was killed in a raid in Afghanistan.”

“Well that’s a whole heap of steaming bullshit. He’s alive and he’s working with Askari again. And he DOES have links to the CIA. I didn’t have the authority to get through all the layers – but I have some paperwork that I know Spencer will love to delve into.”

“Can you send us a copy?” Hotch asked.

“Send it? Damn Hotch – I’m halfway there on the jet!”

“You’re coming here?”

“JJ needs me. And this dude’s been in the wind for three days. His MO isn’t pretty Hotch. The guy’s a rapist and a torturer – you’re gonna need all hands on deck to keep JJ safe.” She paused. “I’ll be landing in about five hours. See you then.”

#criminal minds #fanfic #emily prentiss #emily whump #jennifer jareau

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calderskillday · 2 years

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A STARSTRUCK ODYSSEY EPISODE 4 liveblog!!!

right so since this episode is so long i'm starting it at 11pm on saturday night, watching an hour or so, and will finish the rest tomorrow okay let's GO

already the title... every day is our wurst day... oh no

emily in lipstick has me by the throat

the ball is rolling up, again, still

every time they insist on calling lucienne margaret's "friend" i simply have to chuckle

"it could be good,,,,, why did i say that"

everyone hyping up sid 🥲

chef's tools cash is. killing me

i love how immediately, as soon as this episode started, emily knew it was gonna be absolutely insane. she already cannot keep a straight face or stop giggling and i- yeah

lou is the self sabotage king fr fr

skip on a stealth/sting mission is so Good. "loudest smile ever" HAAAA

OH FUCK SHIT'S GOING DOWN

yo these characters are simply So Good, star wars 5e seems AWESOME

thank u brennan's dice

SKIP STABBING A DUDE

"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK" *immediate cut* oh god...

ok that's where i'm leaving it for tonight, perfect place to stop before shit gets wiiiiild n also i'm far too sleepy to pay attention anymore

i am back happy sunday let's get these chef's tools

"knife, poT... oven"

when they break brennan, you KNOW it's good

FREE MONEY oh no this is dangerous

NOT MURPH BEING THE ONE TO ESCALATE THIS??????

watching siobhan and zac through this is so fucking funny

love that "they're called utensils" was the thing to crack emily

oh my god this is insane

KEEP CALM AND BARRY ON

BRIAN BADLUCK MURPHY oh god the way the energy was just zapped from the dome,,,,,

LOU. NO

barry trying to get gunnie to stop is just murph begging lou to GET OUT

ALLY GETTING UP FROM THE TABLE LMAO

THESE ROLLS KEEP GETTING WORSE I AM DYING

yo princeps zortch can get it huh

lmao not three different saving throws at once,,,, yikes

seriously, ally came to PLAY

this escape sequence is just. unhinged

brian headinhands murphy

gunnie is just the worst liar ever

I GRAB GUNNIE AND RUN

ARE THEY GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE REC 97 JUST LIKE THEY HAD TO LEAVE THE LAST PLACE BECAUSE THEY GOT THEMSELVES IN A STUPID SITUATION

oh my god murph rolled WELL????

lou's unhinged laugh is always my favourite

6 HEALTH LEFT HOLY FUCK

oh my god this season keeps getting more and more complicated damn

I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINKNI WAS FUCKIGNT EH COMPUTER

margaret fishing for info on lucienne lmaooo

SKIP

i am immediately in love with the princeps

every time murph leans over to watch emily roll i go 🥰

DOG SHOW TIME BABEY

I AM CRYING THEY ALREADY HAD "CHEF'S TOOLS"

"what's a dog?" YELLING

"so fast, so easy, let's go" lmao skiP

that's no dog..... but sure, it's a dog

emily is so attached to the idea of tattooing the dog lmao

hello captioners you consistently get the person talking wrong pls fix

skip's grimace smile is so funny

danny c is quite the pseudonym

THIS IS INSANE

"shit has gone sideways" of COURSE IT HAS

this is so wild i have not closed my mouth in like five minutes

SKIP STEALING A JET PACK

"gimme that." SKIPDJGJDJFBDJ

norman takamori wanted for twelve murders???? what the FUCK did he do???????

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT AN EPISODE can't wait for a BATTLE EP

#wow that was a wild fuckin ride #i am. amazed #an insane episode altogether #dimension 20 #d20 aso #a starstruck odyssey #tl lb

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quickspinner · 3 years

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You Only Had to Ask

(don’t get used to this pace, guys, I still have a lot of big fics to work on, but I can have a little one shot here and there. As a treat)

Alright, @airi-p4, here’s your fix-it fic. 😘 I wasn’t really gonna because I wasn’t actually that upset about the ep, but then there was chatting and I got to thinking--and the rest of my thoughts are under the cut because--

Season 4 SPOILERS for Truth and Gang of Secrets

eta sorry guys I swear there was a cut there before I posted, all fixed now

Because if you can just talk someone out of an akumatization out of Friendship then why the hell can’t we just do it out of Love. If we’re going to arbitrarily decide (despite repeated, frequent evidence to the contrary) that appealing to the person under the akumatization is a thing that can actually work, then WHY THE HELL NOT, LET’S GO. Talk-no-jutsu for the win.

(not that I’m bitter)

Our scene picks up during the fight in Marinette’s room during Truth. I’m really terrible at action you guys so please forgive the obvious deficiencies in the fight-related stuff (especially the way I completely forgot about Phaero for 90% of this.

Oh and I fixed Chat a lil bit while I was at it.

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She had to stop him. Ladybug steeled herself, and then ripped the belt off of her mouth. “Luka, please stop! You can stop this. I know you don’t want to do this. This isn’t how you wanted to find out! You told Marinette she could tell you everything or nothing, that she could be herself with you!”

“But she isn’t,” Truth snarled. “Tell me—”

She didn’t wait for the compulsion, answering quickly to keep him from specifying. “She is herself with you! Her best self! And she does trust you, but some secrets don’t belong to just one person!”

Truth sent Chat flying, and Ladybug had to dodge debris from his impact. “Luka,” Ladybug said desperately. “You helped me as Viperion. What did you tell your family and your friends after that?”

Truth visibly jolted. Hope rising, Ladybug persevered, listening with one ear as Chat tried to extract himself behind her. She held a hand behind her in a wait gesture. “What would you have told Marinette if you had to leave to become Viperion? Would you have lied to her?”

“No!” Truth yelled, grabbing his head in his hands. “No, I would never lie to Marinette—I—”

“But you wouldn’t break my trust, would you? You know how important it is to keep identities secret!” Ladybug pressed.

“I know,” Truth ground out. “But I can’t lie to Marinette!”

“So you wouldn’t lie to her,” Ladybug persisted, dodging a blast from Pharoah. She glanced at Chat and nodded a the orb, and he launched himself at the sentimonster with a yowl. “But you can’t tell her the truth, either, right? Because you don’t trust her?”

“No! I trust Marinette. I love her!” Truth growled, shaking his head, still in his hands. “Marinette wouldn’t be safe if she knew! I can’t put Marinette in danger. Or my family! I had to keep the secret.”

“So you can see that there are reasons why someone might not be able to tell the truth,” Ladybug cried. “It doesn’t mean Marinette doesn’t trust you! It doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you! I’m sure she loves you very much, Luka, or she wouldn’t be trying so hard, even when she keeps failing.”

“I—” Truth gasped, and looked up at the wall above Ladybug’s head.

“Look, she has pictures of you,” Ladybug said quickly, throwing out a hand to point in a way that blocked some of the Adrien photos from view. “Look, tacked on top of all these others! Aww, cute, she put a heart on this one!”

Truth made a sound that might have been a sob, and fell to his knees. “Marinette,” he gasped, and the purple mask appeared over his face. “No,” he growled. “I won’t do this. Digging into her secrets won’t make her trust me any more than before!”

“Yes! Fight it, Luka, I know you can do it, you’re so strong.” Ladybug knelt in front of him. “Fight it for Marinette.”

“No,” Truth growled again, louder. “She chose me. I told her—anything—or nothing—and I. Don’t. Lie!” The mask shattered, the butterfly and feather burst from his necklace, and Truth slumped to the ground, becoming Luka as he collapsed. Ladybug’s yoyo whirred out and clapped shut around the butterfly and the feather as she sighed in relief.

Ladybug felt the compulsion lift from her as she released the purified butterfly, and quickly dropped back down beside Luka to scoop him up, tears in her eyes. “You did it,” she told him as she held him close. “You did it, Luka. I knew you could.”

Luka’s hand closed around her upper arm. “Marinette...I have to find her. I have to tell her...I’m so sorry…”

“She knows, Luka,” Ladybug said tenderly, smoothing the hair back from his face. “She’s fine. Now breathe. It’s going to be okay.” She rocked him a little bit. He was still shaking from the effort. She wiped tears from his face with her gloved fingers. “It’s been a rough day. I’m sorry.”

He rested against her for a moment, eyes closed, breathing deeply as he tried to ground himself.

“Ah, so, we’re done then?” Chat asked, tilting his head. “Because as much fun as we have together, I have someone—somewhere to be right now.”

“Go ahead Chat,” Ladybug smiled. “I’ve got this.” She threw her lucky charm in the air, still holding Luka with one arm, and the ladybugs swarmed through the city. Chat grinned, giving her his two fingered salute before leaping out of the skylight.

Ladybug waited a moment, listening, but Luka began to push away from her, trying to get up. “I have to find Marinette,” he said heavily, but Ladybug tugged him back.

“No, you don’t,” she said.

Luka frowned at her. “Yeah, I really do.”

Ladybug took his face in her hands and he blinked in surprise. “No,” Ladybug said quietly. “You really don’t. Because she’s right here.” She took a breath as Luka stared at her in confusion. “I’m tired of having to lie to the people I care about,” Ladybug quavered, and had to clear her throat. “And...I need help. I can’t do this all on my own. You’ve always been there for me, Luka. I absolutely trust you. And even though it’s dangerous, I…” She paused, steeling herself as she looked into his still-confused but compassionate eyes. His hand found her shoulder and gripped it, and she smiled. “Spots off,” she whispered, and closed her eyes against the pink glow of magic that engulfed her.

When she opened them again, Luka was still staring at her from between her hands. His eyes were like saucers.

“Oh,” he said weakly, and Marinette giggled. Slowly, she drew him forward, giving him time to back away, though he still seemed too stunned to move. His eyes flicked down to her lips just before she got too close to see anything else, and his lips formed to match hers as she pressed into him. It was nice, spreading a pleasant warmth through her—

All at once Luka came back to life. His arms wrapped tight around her, nothing like the cautious way he had held her while she cried. This time he pulled her close and curled around her, and his mouth began to move against hers in a way that sent thrills through her whole body, and just like that she went from the kisser to the kissee, bent slightly back in his arms as he kissed her again and again.

“You’re so amazing,” he gasped between kisses. “I thought i knew that, but—” The next kiss was harder, and his hand was buried in her hair, and she nearly felt dizzy from it. “You’ve been doing so much,” he said, mercifully pausing the kissing to pull back and look at her. “I’m so sorry, Marinette, I—I’m so sorry.”

“Me too,” she whispered, curling up against him. “Me too, Luka. It was wrong of me to try and date you when I can barely keep it together as it is. I just...I wanted it to work so badly…”

“It will work,” Luka promised, guiding her head down to his shoulder. “We’ll make it work. Now, I know, and—um...hi…” He trailed off, and when Marinette peeked up at him, he was staring over her shoulder, his expression bewildered.

Marinette lifted her head and looked around to find they were encircled by the kwami.

“Oh,” she giggled. “I guess I, um...have some introductions to make.”

“I guess so,” Luka replied weakly. “Hey, Sass.”

Sass chuckled, and flew to perch on Luka’s shoulder.

“Hey,” Marinette pouted, poking Sass in the tummy. “We’re having a moment, here.”

“By all means,” Sass smirked. “Proccceed.”

Marinette pouted, but Luka just began to laugh, and leaned down to kiss the pout off her face.

“You heard him.” He grinned, and stroked a hand through her hair. “We have a lot to talk about, huh?” Then he froze, his gaze going distant.

“Luka?” Marinette put her hand on his cheek, and he looked back down at her.

“Jagged Stone’s my dad,” he said wonderingly, and when Marinette bit her lip and nodded, he added, “Shit.”

“Shh,” Marinette put her finger over his lips. “The last thing I need is for the kwami to learn to swear.”

“What makes you think we can’t already?” Xuppu snickered, and Marinette groaned, burying her head in Luka’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she mumbled, fingers curling in her hoodie.

“Not really,” Luka admitted, and she felt his big hands running over her back absently. “It’s a lot.” He sighed, and dropped a kiss on the top of her hair. “I probably need to get back to the Liberty. Seems like there are a few people I need to talk to.”

“Yeah.” Marinette lifted her head, and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. His eyes fell closed and he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat that she liked very much. “You should rest, too. So...kiss me goodbye, and we’ll talk about the rest of it after you deal with your family.”

Luka nodded. “I’m here if you need me, though. I mean it, Marinette. I know we haven’t had time to talk about the details, but this—” he glanced around at the kwamis who were still watching them like a favorite soap, “this is a lot. I’m yours first anytime you need to talk, okay?”

Marinette smiled broadly. “You’re mine.”

Luka snorted softly. “Like that’s news.”

Marinette giggled. “Shut up and kiss me you dork, and then I’ll take you home by Ladybug express.”

Luka frowned. “Shouldn’t I apologize to your parents first?”

Marinette reached up and ran her hands through his hair again, regarding his kiss-bruised lips with satisfaction. “I don’t think you’re especially presentable right now.”

Luka blushed, and she grinned wider. “Right,” he coughed. “Then, yes please.”

Some time later, Ladybug set a breathless Luka down on the Liberty’s deck. She was gone a moment later, and Luka stared after her with a dopey smile.

“Did you just make out with Ladybug?”

Luka jumped and turned to face his sister’s maybe-impressed stare.

“No! No way!” Luka—well, not exactly lied, because he hadn’t been kissing Ladybug. He’d been kissing Marinette, who was...Ladybug...his knees went weak and he had to sit down on a nearby rope spool. Trying to cover, he grinned up at Juleka. “Marinette and I made up.”

Juleka raised her eyebrows. “Made up, or made out?”

“Both,” Luka laughed. “She is my girlfriend after all.” He laughed harder at Juleka’s expression. “You didn’t notice?”

Juleka’s wide eyes said she hadn’t, but before she could answer, someone cleared their throat. Both siblings turned to find Jagged Stone standing sheepishly on their gangplank. He gave a little wave of his fingers, and Luka and Juleka exchanged a look.

“Well, this is gonna be a weird conversation,” Luka muttered under his breath.

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#quickspins #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #fix-it fic #quickfic #i didn't think i needed a fix it fic for truth until gang of secrets came out #*will smith pose* tada #pro lukamari

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felinaone · 2 years

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The white room

Paring: jake lockley and F!Reader (mentioned)

Words:1.3k

Summary: you been trapped in this mental hospital for days the worst part is you don't even remember why.

Warnings: some cursing, abusive nurse

author note: this is the readers pov to ep 4 so if you haven't seen it yet some spoilers ahead also hope you like the fic <3

Not this again.

You wake up in that stupid white room again it's been days now when is it gonna end? you try looking around but you are still tied in your bed, like always.

“hello? Anyone there?! Get me out.” you tried yelling but no success. “no, no” you huffed trying to untie your feet by moving them desperately when a familiar nurse entered your room “hey sweetheart, you are awake already?” the woman smiled mockingly coming closer to you touching your hair, you looked back at her with anger “Don't touch me.” you hissed moving your head to the side getting out of her touch but she grabbed chin forcing you to look at her making you whimper in pain “now love don't get all aggressive on me hmm? I'm just taking you out to lunch.” you didn't say anything and before she said anything else you spited in her face. You were not going to hear any bullshit this woman has to tell you! not after all these days where all she has done is nothing more than drug you and mishandle you “you little bitc-! You know what? I think it's time for your medicine.” she turned happily over to the nightstand grabbing a medicine bottle and turning back to you shaking it in her face.

you opened your eyes frightened. No not again. Not those pills. “don't be scared this will be fast.” she laughed and you pulled your hand restraints quickly trying to break them off while shaking your head to stay out of her reach and screaming in a pathetically try for someone to hear you but she was faster, grabbing you roughly by your cheeks and shoving the pills down your throat.

Your Gag reflex tried to help you spit them out but she closed your mouth with one hand and with the other she grabbed your nose making you take the pills as tears fall from your eyes and burn like acid coming down your cheeks “that's better isn't it?” you didn't answered her back. You just stayed there sobbing looking at the ceiling trying to remember why you got here in the first place but everything seemed blurry as the medicine started doing effect.

After some minutes the nurse untied your feet, moving you to a wheelchair to then tie you again but now to the wheelchair she then took you out of your room and leaving you next to bingo living room and the woman whispered in your ear “now i gotta leave darling.” she smiled walking to the door “but don't miss me too much okay?" You looked at her bitterly as she leaved the living room, you feel like weak as if you can't move your own body and you can feel your eyes puffy from crying.

Looking around there room you saw everyone focused on something from a Rubik cube to a coloring book and even some nurses where passing by giving cupcakes. Even you were so distracted that you didn't saw where the smokey cat in front of you came from “hey there buddy.” you smiled weakly at her trying to see what breed the cat is she seems familiar to you in some way but you can't quite catch it, after looking at her for like three minutes you come to the conclusion that she is a Egyptian Mau but still nothing rings a bell to you “well at least you are a pretty girl aren't you?” you told the Kitty and she meows at you “what's your name cutie?” you asked her trying to get a good look at her collar “feme? That's an interesting name you got fella, wonder who gave it to you.” you giggled to yourself as the cat jumped to your lap, you started petting her while looking at her pet tag "feme, feme, feme... Who is your owner hm?" you repeated to yourself and you flipped the pet tag to reveal her owners name “y/n l/n.. who is y/n?” the smokey cat meowed at you and then it hit you. she was yours even if you didn't remember how, you let out a loud gasp “i am y/n!” you shouted and everybody turned around to you and mumbled a soft “sorry” as you looked at the cat before telling her “we need to get out feme it's not safe here” the cat got out of your lap and you hurried to untie your feet restraints when a nurse noticed you “hey you don't do that!” the nurse started running to your direction and you got out of your wheelchair and you ran away too “run feme!” you tell the cat as you both rushed through the hall “get her!” you heard the man behind you telling the other nurses to grab you.

You looked though the rooms to escape when you found a Egyptian like hippopotamus in the hall “taweret!?” you asked astonished and then you realize some how you know her name as if you two were long time friends “y/n?! What are you doing here? And where's Bastet!?” she asked panicking “what- who?” you tried to remember but every is still blurry and the name doesn't sound familiar “bastet you are her avatar remember?” she looked at you worried “i-i don't know i can't r-remember" you admitted “oh no, try to remember y/n we need you!” she told you grabbing your shoulders “w-who is we?” you stuttered and then you feel like your head was spinning as images where passing fast.

You closed your eyes focusing on the images and saw what seemed like you being born? But what does that have to do with Bastet. You thought, wait did your mom die? You saw how a gold light entered in you “khonshu needs you! He was trapped" taweret confessed “you must remember y/n” she said to you hopefully and then an image hit you. it was you but now older, you were Saving a girl as Bastet you assumed from getting kidnapped in a dark alley when a taxi with the windows down passed by and the driver looked at you. he was gorgeous. Curly black hair, big nose, beautiful brown eyes like the sand of Cairo, a strong jaw with some beard and a mustache you felt your cheeks burn from just seeing him and then you reacted he was looking at you as Bastet right now! With your tight white dress and your cat mask with a fainted man in your hand, you got scared and you throwed the man into the floor running away “wait!” you heard the man shouting behind you but it was too late you already have escaped.

More images come to you fast, it was that man again he was grabbing you arm talking to you but he was wearing a white suit now and then another imagine you were now in a date laughing? Everything was getting more confusing then one last image came to you and now you we're- Kissing!?

“i think we found her! This way!” the nurses yelled and you opened you eyes in realization “Jake! jake needs me!” you tell taweret, now you remember it all that's how you two to met and then you became a couple helping him on his missions with khonshu before one day he despaired. “feme, taweret! Let's go khonshu and Jake need us!” you all started running again as the nurses followed you and taweret opened a door revealing two persons in front of her “hi” she said in a sweet voice waving her hand and they both scream as they saw her, you moved from behind her looking at the person's in front “jake!?” you asked stunned and both of the men turned to you

What the hell is happening!?

additional note: y/n (your name) l/n (your last name)

thank you to @galacticgraffiti for creating these beautiful dividers <3

#moon knight #jake lockley #mr knight #marc spector #marc spector imagines #moon knight x you #moon knight fics #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant x reader

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Hiii im so sorry if you are not taking requests, but i really love your writting style. I had this idea regarding this run (ep 4 i think) where the guys were doing like a circle of challenges and jk had to chug a little box of milk and then throw it in a bucket. When he failed, he had to do it again until making it. So i was thinking about him just chugging a lot of milk really fast and then when they finally finish the challenge and are all happy and giddy he just throws up

A.N : hello TT im sorry this request has been long overdue .. i hope this meets your expectations and you like it ! and i'm squeezing another request here as well, from this asks, as i think it fits into the story :] thank u for requesting and thank u for being patient with me TT im sorry once again this took a long time for me to work on (( and i cant find the gif from that ep TT))

TW : emeto

Jungkook knows that this game was a bad idea, like, drinking a carton of milk after spinning? They must have out of their minds.

But what can he do? right?

He is professional after all.

"Yah! Jungkook-ah! Let's switch", Seokjin's words from the other side of field making his eyes widen.

"What?", he asks in between catching his breath. His world still tilting after doing jegi and spinning for 2 times in a row.

" Let's switch, so we can win this fast", Seokjin says again as he walk over his spot.

He didnt get to mutters an argument as the PD-nim already asking them to start again, along with his members shout to start.

He gulps down faint taste of sick, as nausea start building up on the pit of his stomach. He feels dizzy.

Yet, he needs to spin again.

As the PD-nim yells start, and the stopwatch running, that's when his nightmare also starts.

Adrenaline start rushing in his blood, getting pumped while looking at the other members doing their own challenge until it comes to his turn.

"Jungkook!! come on you can do it"

"Jungkook! lets go!"

The members shout ringing on his head as he spins his body, stumbling over his feet as he finished, shakily open the milk, chugging it in one go and—

"Arrghhh!"

It missed.

They had to start again.

He pulled all of his remaining focus over his dizzy gaze as he start to spin after the other members finished their challenge, opened the carton of milk, chugging it again, and—

"YAAAA!", the members scream indicate that he succeeds. He yells in excitement as he began to cheers Jimin on the next challenge.

The scream got louder as Jimin managed to finish in one go.

They start running around the field, ending the torturous game and happily prepared the punishment for the staff.

Jungkook stand shyly on the end of the line, watching Jimin and Seokjin that grinning ear to ear as they put .. he doesn't know what kind of ingredients are there and is that even legal to blend together. The sight of the mixture makes him want to hurl.

He stands quietly, opening his mouth once or twice to give necessary comments as the camera still rolling on.

But he feels something is wrong with him, as everything starts kicking him—his too much spin, and his rapid consumption of milk...

He gulps.

The feeling of sickness slowly creeping into his chest.

He grimaced when it morph into a burp, leaving a sour gas that exactly smell and taste like milk, in his mouth.

He feels like throwing up.

"Yoongi hyung", he whispers, nudging the older beside him that still mesmerized with the staff drinking the weird mixture.

Yoongi didn't budge.

" Hyung", he tries again, louder this time, nudging the older with more force. His heart starting to race faster and his mouth start feeling sour. The milk is swirling in his stomach.

He's really going to be sick.

Yoongi finally turn his attention to him.

"What?" , he asks as he glance at him.

"Can we move out of camera for a while?", Jungkook asks, his legs tapping anxiously, trying hard not to throw up, which is not working since the smell of the milk keeps haunting him.

"Why?", Yoongi asked still looking straight at him. He could read the confusion in the elder's eyes.

" I don't feel well", Jungkook says, taking big breaths, and pressing his fingers to his lips, hoping that he won't accidentally gag as it has been sitting heavily on the back of his throat.

Yoongi frowns, but still grabbing his wrist without saying another words, signaling to the one of the staff that catch them, that they need to go.

They didnt go far, just to the other side of the field.

Jungkook quickly hunched over, breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm himself and ignore the churning in his gut.

"Are you going to be sick?", he heard Yoongi asking, but he didn't manage to mutter words as a harsh—and wet gag, erupted from his body, making him pitched forward, answering Yoongi's question.

He shuddered at the horrible sensation that engulf his body. It makes him more nauseous.

He hears his hyung sigh. And suddenly, arms are wrapping around his waist as he feels his shoulder press against his own, and hands rubbing soothing circles on his back.

" Just let it out, Kook-ah", Yoongi whisper.

He tries to listen—but the churning in his gut is more prominent, it makes him shut his eyes tight.

His hand clenched into fist, nails digging into his palm, as he feels warm liquid seeping on his throat.

And before he knows, he's gurgling out milk he just drank. Spraying messily into the grass below him, making a big puddle of white liquid.

He groan in agony, trying to swallow another round, but it keeps escaping through his throat.

"Uurrrkkk-", he retches again, bringing up a bigger stream of milk , making him gasp for air, coughing painfully.

"Shhh, Kookie", he hear Yoongi murmurs, massaging his nape gently, urging his body to let out everything that he wants.

Jungkook could hear mumbles behind him, maybe the members, or the staff, he didn't know. He was too busy fighting against the urge to throw up as his stomach seems to protest against everything he ate or drink—it keeps clenching and brings vomit up with each heave.

It felt like minutes later, or it might take more than minutes to make it go away, or for him to realize what is happening to him.

"Fuck..", he moans as he clutching his stomach and straighten his body when nausea finally subsided.

He sniffles as he watches the mess that he made.

"Hyung ..", he whimper as he look at Yoongi that return his gaze fondly.

He feels like crying.

He didn't want to look back and meet with the staff and members' expressions.

They must been disgusted with him.

" Yoongi hyung ..", he whimper once again.

"Come here", Yoongi says and opens his arms, beckoning for him, " Are you done?"

Jungkook stare for a second, blinking his tears away, and nods before burying his head on the older crooks.

"Want to go home..", he whispered as he clutch his fingers tightly on the older's shirt.

" Okay, Kook", Yoongi whispers, patted his back gently, rubbing comforting circles in his back, " We'll go now", he said as they walked away.

The rest of it went like a blur for him. He remembers a bunch of people asking him if he was feeling okay, what happened, etc, but Yoongi shut them up away, sternly asking the director to wrap up the shooting.

The next thing he know, he's already in the van, sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi.

"We're going home, Kook-ah", he heard Jimin says softly.

"Yeah..", Jungkook answer. Feeling tired and sleepy.

It has been quite tiring today.

"Sleep now", Jimin said as he run his thumb over Jungkook's sweaty hands. Jungkook nods slowly, starting to doze off as Yoongi's fingers that carding his hair are lulling him off.

He closed his eyes as his mind started to drift off with darkness overtaking his sight, drifting off into sleep.

***

He didn't know how long he has been sleeping, but he knows that they were still in the van, and he's dizzier than ever.

He groans, blinking his eyes and lifting his head from where it laying against Yoongi's shoulder, that also fast asleep.

He feels dizzy, so much.

There was an odd taste in his mouth— maybe the remaining vomit— It makes everything worse for him.

He tries to shift in his seat—but blame his groggy body that responding to everything slowly— as he just realized how nauseous he actually is, and with the car moving, he suddenly moving his body, it feels like he's going to lose control and throws up right then and there.

As if on que.

He felt sick. So sick. Terribly sick.

A sharp pain on his stomach made Jungkook curl in his seat as he throw up.

A brown watery liquid spraying from his mouth and spurting messily in front of him, staining his pants, his seat, even Jimin's and Yoongi's side a little bit.

His eyes widen, and he could hear someone gasping, but his ears are ringing with adrenaline.

Before he could register anything, his body lurched again, bringing up more vomit.

He didn't even know if its food or drink. But it was a lot of it all at once. Like a wave, washing him with every drop of it.

"Uurrrkk-"

" Eww .. what the fuck—", Jimin curses under his breath when he feels something wet splashing beside him. "Jungkook! Shit "

"Pull over!", Yoongi yells.

The engine immediately coming to halt.

Jungkook could feel Jimin pulling his body slowly from the car, guiding him out for him to continue his vomiting session, " Let it out here, Kook-ah", Jimin says as he crouch beside the younger, running his hand over his back.

Jungkook pant heavily and wipe his mouth as he gags. Again.

"Hyung—", he chokes out before he throws up once more. Expelling the remaining of what his stomach still has. Yoongi is helping him out, wiping his forehead with tissues that he brought along.

It took him few minutes, until he left gagging emptily.

He felt weak—as if all energy leave his body as soon as his stomach stop spewing his guts from all the things that was inside.

" Better?", he heard Jimin softly asks, handing him bottle of water that he gratefully takes a sip, rinsing his mouth to get rid of the foul taste.

After his organs calmed down, thats when everything dawned on him.

"Hyung ...", Jungkook chokes out as tears springing on his eyes.

He feels .. horrible? embarassed? exhausted? You name it.

" 'm sorry..", he continues, his voice cracking, "I make a mess..", he mumbles, looking down on his clothes—the fabric soaked from the liquid he vomited earlier, and he feels his heartbeat accelerating.

His cheeks flushed red, feeling guilt gnaw at his insides.

"It's okay, Kook", Yoongi chimed in, pulling his tired body against him as he hug him tight.

" I'm sorry hyungie ...", Jungkook cries, leaning against Yoongi who rubs his back soothingly.

" I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry ...", Jungkook continues to sobs. Yoongi's words fall empty on his ears, drowning between his guilt and embarrassment.

"Yah, Kook, its fine. You're sick. You can't help it", Jimin said.

Yoongi hummed in agreement. " Are you feeling better now? You think you can continue the ride?"

Jungkook nods, still not lifting his head from Yoongi's shoulder. His fingers unconsciously playing with his hyung shirt.

Yoongi chuckles, "Yah, stop crying!"

"Sorry..", Jungkook mutters quietly, and he feels Yoongi pat his head reassuringly.

"It's fine Kook-ah, the driver and the others has cleaned the seat up, let's go back to our dorm, okay?"

Jungkook nods silently as Jimin helps him stand up from where he's squatting.

He snuggles his head on Jimin's shoulder as they seated, grimaces lightly as the smell of vomit still lingering in the car.

He wants the seat to open and swallow him whole.

Jimin chuckles lightly, sensing Jungkook's distress and embarrassment at once. "Just sleep Kook", he whispers, squeezing his hand. " No one held a grudge after you"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin

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