#okay yeah I better let her sort that shit out alone. don't want to be in the middle of that

[rainbowvamp]

I would really like to spend more time talking about how hilarious the conversation Dream and Johanna have is if you know comics lore. Like... I'm obsessed.

[moonstruckme]

Hii

I have a knee injury right now and it's really annoying cause I'm a dancer and I can barely walk right now let alone dance and I really wanted a fic if that's okay. So reader (like me) is really annoyed about her injury and Sirius or James (I don't mind which one) help her. Could you also include something about them piggybacking her up the stairs (cause I cannot go up stairs right now without dying in pain)

Thanks in advance sweets

Thanks for requesting lovely, hope you're feeling better!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 481 words

James comes into the living room and catches you red-handed with the broom and dustpan. 

He freezes, setting his hands on his hips and releasing a breathless guffaw. “Shit, you’re tenacious.” 

“I thought,” you wheedle, “that since you’re working so hard mopping the kitchen, I could sweep in here so it’s easier when you’re ready to do this part.” 

“And I thought,” counters James, crossing the space between you in a few long strides, “that we agreed you’d rest and let me handle it.” He makes up for the snark with a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before pushing you down onto the couch by your hips. “Turn over the broom, angel.” 

You sigh, holding it out for him. “Agreed is a bit of a stretch.” 

“Your knee and I seem to be in agreement.” He stamps another conciliatory kiss on your head, firm and ardent. “I can see on your face that it’s hurting you. Just give it a bit, stop pushing yourself so hard.” 

“As if you get to talk,” you snipe after him as he goes back to the kitchen. He’d pulled a muscle in his shoulder a few weeks ago, and he’d still insisted on carrying all your groceries himself and lifting heavy things down from tall shelves like recovery was some sort of competition. 

James pretends not to hear you. 

You sigh, big and loud and dramatic, and you hear his quiet laughter from the kitchen. 

“Sorry,” he calls. “Suck it up. I never do my fair share of the chores anyway.” 

“Will you at least bring me the laundry to fold?” 

A beat, and you hear him swing open the door to where the dryer has just finished. “Sure,” he agrees. 

A minute later, your boyfriend is pouring a basket of warm laundry over you on the couch. You smile contentedly, bathed in warmth and softness, until the warm clothes on your abdomen remind you of another concern.

“Um, James?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

James sets down the laundry basket, dark brows weaving together bemusedly. “What for?” 

“I have to pee.” 

“Oh.” His expression clears. As much as you sort of wish he would treat this part like a chore, he loves doing this for you. “No worries.” 

He turns around and squats down. Doesn’t even give you the opportunity to hop onto his back, only grabs your thighs and straightens back up with a quiet grunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, adjusting so you’re wrapped more securely around him. 

As James starts up the stairs, he squeezes one of your thighs teasingly in his big hand. “Hope you weren’t holding it on my account. You know you don’t need to apologize for asking for a lift, I don’t mind.” 

“No, I know,” you admit. “I think you may like it a bit too much, actually.” 

Your boyfriend only hums. “Mayhaps.” 

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with a low social battery

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I have the avengers with a reader who has a really bad social battery. Like they can be out in public and then they just disappear and are like “nah I’m done with these mofo’s””

the avengers are quite the rowdy bunch

but you always as excitable as them

these guys were often in the public eye, always being asked all sorts of questions

but you just couldnt handle it a lot of the time

"y/n, can i get a picture with you? you're my hero!" -fan

"uh...yeah, sure. big smile!" -you, completely exhausted

you tried to be nice and not obvious that you were drained but boy was it hard

especially when tony threw his parties

you'd typically sit in the corner with a drink and try to make it through the night

but there were always some guests who were just dying to come talk to you

"hey! why are you hiding over here, there's a party going on! come, have some fun!" -clueless party guest

"oh, i'm okay over here, thank you" -you

"i'll keep you some company, then. why don't you tell me a story of one of your avenger missions"

some people just could not take the hint

but the avengers usually knew when you'd had enough

"wanna get out of here?" -nat

"please." -you

you'd recharge alone whenever you escaped the madness

dont even get me started on the news

they would do anything to get an interview with you

"y/n! could you comment on the recent events in [country] that you accompanied the avengers in?" -reporter

"we were there, we saved the day" -you, obviously exhausted

"is that all you have to say?" -reporter

"hey! don't you want to hear what i have to say? huh?" -tony

"thanks, tony" -you

"no problem, kiddo" -tony

wanda got it

you liked spending time with her because she liked to be calm and alone sometimes too

you'd read or watch tv or listen to music together in silence for hours

it was nice

it was funny because sometimes the team would all be socializing and then bam

"hey, where's y/n?" -steve

"i think they tapped out" -clint

"oh. i'll go check on them" -steve

"no, just leave them alone, they'll be back" -tony

after a lot of missions you'd just wait for the avengers on the quinjet while they spoke to authorities or SHIELD or whoever

"just forward me the mission report, i'll fill it out" -you

everyone just kinda let you do your thing

which worked out just fine for you

it drove fury crazy back in the day

"just why are we giving y/n special treatment? what? they're tired?" -fury

"i didn't say that, i said they were over your shit" -tony

"you better not have said that, i'll give you one last chance" -fury

and that is just another reason you were depleted

some days were better than others, and sometimes you could keep up! but once your battery died, that was it

"'social battery,' you say? any way i could be of assistance? maybe a small jolt from mjolnir to charge it back up?" -thor

"oh, no, just a figure of speech, no need for...that" -you

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[angelbitezzz]

Softies

(short fic under the cut)

It wasn't noticeable at first. Sans wasn't even sure when he'd become aware of it, the distant sound of some kind of thumping. It was rhythmic and steady, unchanging in its tone or speed, barely heard above the breaths of the human he was nearly draped over. He roused slightly, drowsily opening his eyesockets.

"hey." His voice was low and rumbly from sleep. "what's that sound? listenin' to some weird music or something?"

"Eh? Sound? Nah, I'm not listening to anything." Angel responded, glancing away from her phone to look down at his head. "What is it that you're hearing?"

Well, that woke him up a little more. He raised a browbone, incredulity leaking into his voice.

"what, seriously? y'don't hear that thumping sound?"

"No?? Trust me, I'd tell you if I did."

"then what the hell—"

He cut himself off when the motion of lifting his head cut the sound off. He paused. Thought about it for a second, and realized something.

"wait."

"Mhm?"

"can i—can i check something?"

Sans shifted around, shuffling to face her better and grabbing her by the arms to move her around, his mind already three steps ahead and way past caring about personal space.

"Whoa, what're you—"

Angel's words were cut off as he pressed the side of his skull to her chest, heedless of the fact that he essentially just pushed his face into her boobs. Her back abruptly went straight, a shudder working through her system as she nearly dropped the phone in her hands.

"Uhhh," Her mind blanked out, her pulse increasing from the proximity. "Sans?"

"shut up, testing hypothesis."

She would've snapped at him for being a rude shit if it weren't for the fact that he was hit with some kind of understanding about a second later. His eyesockets opened wide, dim pupils sparking a bright white she'd never seen before from him. His default was that single red eye, but lately she'd seen him with dull gray pupils whenever they were alone. This was different, though, it was... almost friendly-looking? It was the best way to describe the sudden softening of his features.

"that's— that's coming from—" He sounded so softly awestruck that fondness struck her heart, his grip tightening on her. "is that you? what—"

Ohhh. She understood now. She pulled away softly so she could look at him properly, though he didn't seem to want to let her get too far, keeping his hold on her arms.

"W-well, uh, that's my heart, dude! Y'know, it keeps me alive!"

At some point a red flush had spread along Sans's cheeks, matching the one currently warming Angel's face. His pupils shuddered in his sockets, splitting into round white ovals that felt oddly sincere? Or maybe she was reading too much into it.

"but it's so—" he struggled to find the words. "small? that's so loud for something so fragile!"

"Welcome to the human experience, I guess...?"

"you just...make that sound?"

"....Yeah?"

Sans stared at her for a moment longer before he seemed to remember himself, lowering his head slightly as his pupils began to dim back to grey. Hesitance peppered his voice as he spoke again.

"uh. can i, um." He paused. "actually, nevermind, i'll just—"

"You wanna lay and listen to it but you don't know how to ask without sounding like a creep?"

Sans deflated a little, shooting her a particularly resigned sort of look. Haha, gottem.

"...yeah."

"Okay. Come on."

Angel reached over and gathering him slightly, shuffling awkwardly to get both her legs on the couch. In a moment, she'd patted his skull right back down against her chest. He went down with more hesitance now, but soon was nothing more than a warm, heavy pile of bones on her person, both hands keeping a tight grip on her waist like she was going anywhere.

Sans dozed, soon relaxing into a real sleep, lulled by the steady sound of her heart. That pulse—the consistent thumping that thrummed through his skull—was just an easy, grounding reminder that she was alive and present with him. Soothing in a way he'd never be able to explain.

She didn't know why he seemed to like the sound of her heartbeat so much. He wouldn't explain it to her.

[daistea]

Hey, so. I wanted to ask about the interpretation of pre-Dungeon Lord Mithrun as being very catty and Regina George-like. Personally, and I've got no problems with it, I'm just really curious where it comes from, but I don't get that read. He was catty and petty and all sorts of unpleasant, but Misril essentially confirms that he kept it all inside because he seemed so perfect and his Dungeon was some great surprise to her. Built on lies and jealousy and inferiority but she had no idea whatsoever. He was festering in silence, I think, and all that ugliness was tucked inside. He was scrambling. Probably imagining himself as alone and unique in his ugliness and failing to speak truthfully about his feelings because he must've been taught that ugly things - like affairs and disabled brothers? - are to be hidden. You're something else before you're a person, so you must be nice and kind and good and emblematic of that. And it isn't as if I was raised in any position of power, but royal houses can be sort of emblematic of that kind of repression of personality, where being small and quiet and smooth and obedient is "good personhood". He was revealed as a mean drunk, but that's about it. Truly, I think catty Mithrun is comfortable Mithrun, so I like to imagine that post-Dungeon Mithrun is the catty one. I think it's funny to imagine our relationship, as it were, and imagine people watching with him and judging people for the fun of it. It's not personal or to feel better or anything. It's just because, and he says some truly out of pocket shit, and I'm there, a little reprimanding, like, "Oh my God! You can't just say that..." and I'm looking at him. And he's looking at me without saying anything. An eyebrow raised. My expression cracks. I look away and snort. "God," I say again. "Oh my God. Yeah. Okay. Fine." Laughingly, "Uh... That's the tackiest, brightest jacket I've ever seen in my life. It is disgustingly offensive. My eyes are practically burning. Is that it?" And he smiles a little. Barely there. And I groan and lightly smack his shoulder. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" He shrugs, "Was it honest?" "Yeah. I mean, I'm exaggerating for the fun of it all, but..." I shudder. "God, it's horrible," and then maybe I get into it, like the minutiae of opinions. Being very opinionated. "And it's worse because not even badly shaped! It'd be fine if it was, like, a simple black coat or something. The texture looks okay, but it has the worst patterning, the worst shapes and colors and—!" And he's laughing out loud. Holding his hands on his stomach, because I've gone full into gesturing and I'm getting so heated about a stupid coat that doesn't even matter, but it's fun! It's amazing. We're having a great time, and I'm laughing, too, because it's silly and it doesn't matter and I'm happy like this. We both are. He frowns a little, and goes, "Okay, what about that shirt?" and making his own statements, like "Ugh. That gold looks like vomit", and we play off eachother, like "Ough. Yeah, and that red with that shade is so bright." I raise my eyebrows. "Evocative." Mithrun hums. "Blood and vomit," he nods. "Ew." We look at eachother and shake our heads sort of sagely. And then I crack first. I almost always break first.

Ye when we joke about pre-dungeon Mithrun being catty, it’s more like he’s catty on the inside. He’s canonly critical and judgmental and angry in his own mind, but I think he also genuinely loves his friends. He just can’t help but be a negative nelly in his head bc insecurity and whatnot. I think if pre-dungeon Mithrun was especially close to someone, close enough to let his true nature show(which would be incredibly rare) then he’d express those thoughts outwardly. But in secret. Nobody realizes he’s catty, but he is. Because he’s passive aggressive and fake lol

I do think post-dungeon Mithrun is a jerk too, but he has no reservations about expressing it anymore because he has no desire to keep up appearances. He doesn’t dislike his old self because his old self was mean, he dislikes his old self because he just automatically dislikes himself in any form. And even then I think that’s subconscious. When he corrects Kabru and basically says ‘no I wasn’t perfect at all’ he’s just stating a fact. He has very little feeling on the matter other than resentment towards his own actions and emotions that led him to the demon and subsequent trauma.

I think Misiril prob taught him that being relatively polite gets him places, it keeps everybody around him from wanting to leave. And if they left then he wouldn’t have the necessary manpower to defeat the demon. So if he makes the decision to keep certain thoughts to himself, it’s either because it’s easiest/out of habit/to prevent an obstacle in his quest. I mean obviously he still says outlandish crap (“Inferior species.” “CAPTAIN THATS RACIST!”) but I think that’s because he knows it wont really matter in the long run in those cases, so he just says whatever’s on his mind without a care of how it sounds.

But yeah post-canon Mithrun would probably be way more relaxed. If he’s with someone he’s close to, he’d point out an ugly shirt. I wouldn’t call him catty, because there’s no passive aggressive-ness there. He’s just blunt. His old self would have an absolute heart attack because iTS NOT PROPER STOP IT YOURE GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE HATE YOU!!!

The juxtaposition between his past and present is so interesting. They’re like two different people, so different but still similar in some ways. Hmm

[buffyromanoff]

Little By Little

Summary: Your girlfriend is dealing with ptsd after a difficult secret mission and its your duty to let her know she doesn't have to hide her pain from you. This is a sequel to ''Let it out'' but also works as a oneshot so don't worry if you havent read it ;)

Warnings: Ptsd related panic attack.

Genre: Slight angst, fluffy comfort

Word count: 1114

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The small but heavy paws of Liho walking all over your body woke you up. "Mghrr," you mumbled sleepily. "Morning, sweetheart," Nat said as she gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. Last night, she had fallen asleep in your arms, but now you were the one being held by her strong embrace.

"Your cat hates me," your groggy voice said, making her laugh.

"Well, technically it's our cat now."

Liho curled up next to her, purring.

"Are you feeling better today, Natty?"

She smiled. "You're pretty darn cute when you wake up, malyshka." Of course, she ignored the question. "Also, when you call me Natty, it makes me feel young again… It's weird how the smallest gestures can make such a big difference, isn't it?"

You yawned before sitting up and kissing your girlfriend on her plump lips. "Oh, okay grandma," you teased her.

"Oh, c'mon y/n, you know what I mean, silly."

You knew Natasha had a dark past and it made you emotional to have these little cute moments with her at home. You knew she felt the same way. She longed for a normal domestic life and loved being part of a family, no matter how small or big. Right now, having Liho and you was more than enough for her.

After some morning cuddles, you got up and made breakfast for the two of you. The need to demand her to open up and tell you what happened during her last mission was extremely strong, but you knew you didn't want to push her, considering her current mental state and the bad panic attack she had last night.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? Nothing you say is ever going to scare me or push me away, you know?" God, you were not subtle.

"Mhm," she nodded and then continued eating her pancakes in silence. "Thanks for breakfast." She stood up, giving you a quick kiss on the head before leaving the kitchen.

"She's mad, great job, y/n," you thought to yourself. Why couldn't you just leave her alone? Why couldn't you let her come to you instead of pushing her to talk? Although… you just told her that you were there for her. That's not bad, is it?

In an attempt to stop overthinking, you decided to go grocery shopping.

"Nat?" You peeked into the home gym you and Nat had. She was boxing. Her punches were frantic,and sweat was covering her bruised skin. "Yea?" Her fists still swinging. "Going to the store, do you need anything?" you asked her.

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"You're absolutely sure you don't need anything?" It was clear you were not just talking about groceries.

Natasha stopped punching the bag and walked towards you, putting her hand on your shoulder. "I'm alright, babe. Go ahead. I promise I'll be less sweaty when you come back."

--

You opened the door, holding paper bags filled with groceries, letting some of them drop to the floor. "Shit."

Nat walked in, letting out a small chuckle. "Here, let me help you." She grabbed the bags and started sorting them out.

"You smell good," you kissed her hello, "no stinky gym stench," you joked, making her laugh. "Exactly as I promised," she replied.

"Gonna make some coffee, you want some?" You looked at her and smiled. "You know I always do."

The two of you were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and watching some random TV show.

"That guy kinda looks like Tony, don't you think?" you said, pointing to the TV.

"I went back to the red room," Natasha let out a nervous sigh, "He's dead now."

She definitely took you by surprise.

"You mean Dreyk-" Nat interrupted you before you could finish saying the evil man's name. "Yeah…and his daughter—all the other widows, they're free now." The redhead was doing her best to keep it together.

"Oh my goodness, Nat…that's great news!" You were expecting her to smile back at you, but she didn't.

"I want to tell you more about it. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't trust you enough to share my feelings, but-"

"Baby, it's okay. I know it's hard for you to open up. I'm so proud of you for trying," you spoke in the sweetest tone.

She was trying to say something, but her breathing was accelerating, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, c'mere, baby, you're alright." You pulled her close to you, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, remember to breathe in deep and then let it out slowly, okay?" Luckily, it was easier for her to calm down, considering there was no sensory trigger this time.

"I don't know what I would do without you, y/n." It was still strange for you to see your girlfriend in such a vulnerable state, but that just made you realize how much you truly loved her and that you were willing to do anything to protect her.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Natty."

The TV show kept playing in the background as the two of you snuggled, and of course, Liho joined you.

"Y/n, I forgot to tell you something," Nat said.

"You can tell me more about it tomorrow. Take your time, darling." You caressed her cheek with your fingers.

"No, no, it's something else." Her tone was definitely different now, more relaxed.

"Oh, okay then, spill." You replied with curiosity.

"My… my family is coming to visit," she looked you in the eyes.

"Cool! I haven't seen them in AGES! I actually have something I want to give to Steve, an old vinyl he might like-"

"No, it's not them… it's my other family," she said, and you couldn't look more confused. "From Russia."

"WHAT?! How come you never talked to me about them?!" You were shocked but mostly excited by this new information, and that made your girlfriend smile. "I have a younger sister, Yelena. I feel you'll get along."

"Oh my god?! When is she coming? When are THEY coming? Oh, and is she a widow like you? Is-"

"Okay, okay, slow down there, detective," Nat interrupted. "Yes, she is a widow like me. And they're coming over next week. Yelena, Melina, and Alexei."

"I'm so excited, Natty." You hugged her.

"I don't know if I am, to be honest… they can be quite embarrassing," she let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, then I'm even more excited. Can't wait to hear embarrassing stories about you," you teased, and she shook her head. "Oh, I'm SO gonna regret this."

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

16: Western Energy

@d4rkprdise

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"Oh shit it's Stolas. Y/n, here."

"I don't want to talk to him!" You whispered yelled.

Blitz handed you the phone, then drove like a maniac. "Hey Stolas, listen, Blitz and I cant fuck you tonight. We're taking Loona to the doctor and she's freaking out."

"Put him on speaker." Blitz said, swerving the car.

"I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again.But, umm...I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch. I'm tied to the back of a horse at the moment."

"Pffttt...lucky bitch." Blitz said.

"Um, well, no. Rather unlucky. I seem to have been stolen by little cowboy friend of Blitz'."

"Ohh, which one?"

"Blitz if you made me talk to him then why are you the one who keeps talking?" You raised an eyebrow.

"How many cowboy friends do you know?" Moxxie said to Blitz. "What does he look like, your highness?"

"Umm...sexy?"

"That's Striker, sir!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't you just get away? Aren't you powerful?"

"I believe he has bound me with blessed rope, which limits my ability to free myself, I'm afraid. So, I think you and Y/n should come save me. I love it when Y/n uses her big metal po-"

"Okay, Stolas that's enough." You nervously laughed.

"Oh, shit. Stolas, I can't today, alright? I'm sorry. Like Y/n said, we're literally on our way to take Loona in for her very important Hellbies s-h-o-t."

You looked over at Loona and gave her a reassuring smile, but Loona just gigged you.

"Oh, ha, ha. Well, I do agree that is very important...But, I-" Stolas got caught off because of Striker.

"Don't worry about your lanky birdy...he's in good hands." The phone line vanished.

"Gaaagh, damn it!"

Blitz moves the clutch forward and the car speeds down the highway.

"Sir, let me, Moxxie and Y/n handle this one." Millie suggested.

"Me?! Why me?"

"Yeah, I don't want Y/n to get hurt." Blitz looked at you. Does he think I can't do it? He's the one that begged me to join.

"Actually, I do want to help you guys. I haven't whacked shit in a while." You chuckled.

"What's up with you and whacking?" Moxxie pointed.

"It's better than sticking a needle in my arm isn't it, Mox?"

Moxxie looked like he was about to say something but didn't.

"Okay, are you sure you three got this alone?" Blitz looked back.

"We can do it, sir." Moxxie smiled as his wife put a cowboy hat on him.

"Alright. Well, hurry. Stolas sounds like he might be in real shit this time." Blitz pulled up to the tall St. An's Hospital main building. "And knowing that guy's aesthetic, my money's that he's in Wrath." Blitz drops the car keys into Moxxie's hand, as Blitz pulls Loona out of the van and carries her over his head. "Now, get your asses down there and look for some cowboy crap or something."

Moxxie drives the van away. You sat in the back seat so Millie could sit up front with her husband.

"So Y/n, Mox and I been wonderin, what are you and Blitz?"

Your eyes widened, not so sure what to say. "Uh..I don't really know. Why?"

"You two have a connection. Mox and I can see it." Millie smiled. "Do you like our boss." She smirked.

"I mean, I do have to fuck him and Stolas once a month so.." You laughed nervously. "I grew up with Blitz. He's been my childhood best friend and I don't want to ruin things, ya know?"

"So you do like him! Mox, I told you!" Millie shook her husband.

"Millie I'm trying to drive!"

"Whoa, whoa I never said I liked him."

"You said 'I don't want to ruin things,' so technically you did out yourself." She had a smug look on her face.

You playfully rolled your eyes. "I may have ended up having small feelings for him, but there's no way we can get in a relationship. There's a weird thing happening between him and Stolas...and I don't want to say anything that may ruin the ability to get the book, or ruining any sort of relationship."

"How did you become a part of the transactual fucking?" Moxxie asked.

"Ha! Funny story. I was on the streets for like 2 weeks before calling Blitz asking him to pick me up. By the way, haven't spoken to each other in like 15 or so years. So I lived with him, obviously met you guys, then a week later he made me go with him to take Stolas' fancy book aka, the first time we all fucked. And then Stolas wanted to fuck me and Blitz, but to be honest mostly Blitz. So Blitz decided it would be a great idea to play along and now I am stuck fucking my boss and the Prince, at the same time."

"Wow..." M&M said.

"Wait, but I thought you and Blitz fuck one on one?" Moxxie recollected.

"Eventually yeah. And can we please stop talking about this? Weirds me out."

"Now you know how we feel whenever Blitz talks about Millie's and I's relationship."

"Oh come on, Mox." Millie laughed. "We all need to go on a double date."

"Fuck no. I don't want Blitz to know I have feelings for him. I think he suspects it but we haven't really said anything."

"Are you afraid he won't like ya back?" Millie frowned.

"Not necessarily. During my whole life and me with drugs it made our relationship a little rocky. Especially whenever I left and ghosted him for years. And even now I still relapse on drugs and he gets hurt or angry over it. I don't think we'll be good in a relationship." You looked out the window.

M&M exchanged glances.

"I'm sure in the future everything will be better." Millie reached out for your hand, in which you gladly received.

The van pulled up to the gas station. "I'll grab the gas. You two go and see if anyone's seen Striker anywhere."

You and Millie left the van and spotted the mariachi band.

"Howdy, boys! Y'all seen this motherfucker riding around here?" Mille shows the band a picture of Striker firing off a gun.

"He's galloping-" They started to sing.

"No, NO! No singing! Just a yes or no, please."

"Yeah, he lives out by the Badman Lands, in the old train tunnel near the mine shafts. Very outlaw aesthetic, ya can't miss it."

"Thank you, kindly. Come on, Mox! We got a lead!"

"Whoa what the fuck happened here?" You snickered.

All three get back into the van. Moxxie speeds forward, taking off the biker's head and exploding the gas station.

"So you think that band made it out alive?" You joked, making Millie laugh.

"I wouldn't mind being in a band. I can play guitar while Millie sings." Moxxie beamed.

"Don't you guys do that already?"

"I-..well yeah." Moxxie replied. "I think that's the place!" Moxxie slammed onto the gas. You and Millie held on tightly to the "Oh Shit" bars.

"Get ready to fight!" Moxxie yelled out.

"Wait who's gonna try to save Stolas?" You yelled.

M&M eyeballed you.

"Of course." You mumbled.

The I.M.P van breaks through the cave wall, tumbling down an embankment and as the van comes to a rest. Moxxie opens the door with a rifle in his hand. You waited until Striker was occupied with M&M so you could free Stolas.

You held your metal pole tightly and found your way over to Stolas.

"Holy shit. Let's get you out of here."

"Y/n! Oh how I missed you." He coughed out in pain.

"I missed you too." You tried to undo the ropes but it was too tight. "I wish I brought a knife of some sort." You looked over at the fight and saw that Millie has an ax.

You looked back at Stolas and tried to drag him but he cried out in pain, getting Strikers attention.

"Oh goddamnit." You whispered, preparing to fight with the pole.

You ran towards him and swung your pole at his head. Striker yelled out in pain but didn't fall.

You were going at it again, swinging the pole but Striker kicked your legs. He pinned you down with his foot, just like how he did when you two first fought each other.

"Givin' me déjà vu." He smirked.

Moxxie picked up your pole that was sitting on the ground and hit him with it, you scrambled out of that position and grabbed Millie's ax. "I need this to free Stolas."

"What's up with this goddamn pole." Striker growled, rubbing his head.

Moxxie and Millie teamed up so Striker wouldn't see what's happening with you and Stolas.

You carefully cut the rope to free him. Stolas was groaning in pain, his hand over the wound of his shoulder.

"You're going to be alright." You reassured him in a soothing voice, but deep down you're nervous about him not surviving.

You jolted your head whenever you heard Striker's statue fall. You let out a breath of relief that the fight is over.

Moxxie walked over to the statue, "Fuck." He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" You yelled out, Millie walked over to where you and Stolas were.

"He's gone." Moxxie looked their way. "Oh crumbs! We've got to get him to a hospital!"

The three helped pick up Stolas and laid him in the back seat. You gently lifted up his head and rest it on your lap.

Moxxie sped off, Millie occasionally looking back to see how Stolas was doing.

"He's breathing, but it's very slow." You gently brushed his feathered hair. "You're going to be okay." You whispered.

The van pulled up to the hospital. Millie and Moxxie quickly got out and opened up the back door. Paramedics and the paparazzi swarmed over. They picked up his unconscious body and placed him on a stretcher.

You got out of the van, covered in Stolas' blood and feathers.

"Sir, are you alright?" Moxxie said to Blitz as he got up from being trampled.

"Oh, peachy. Yeah, no. Today has been wonderful, what the fuck was THAT about?" Blitz pointed to the hospital doors.

"Stolas got hurt, bad." Millie had the look of worry on her face.

"Stolas got what? How?... He can get hurt?" His eyes became glossy. Blitz noticed you trembling, looking at the black blood that was on you.

"Is that yours or Stolas'?" Blitz said in worry.

"Mostly Stolas'." You mumbled.

"Let's go home. I can drive." Moxxie put his hand on Blitz's back.

The five got into the van, you sitting in the back. Blitz opened up the door and saw blood and feathers covering the inside of his car. He swallowed and got into the van, sliding over to you to make room for Loona.

The ride home was pretty quiet. You saw Blitz pull out his phone and was presumably texting Stolas.

You were going to text him but you weren't feeling it. You rested your head on the window, taking in the view of the scenery as the van passed by so many buildings.

Blitz glanced over at you, his hand made its way to yours. You looked over at him and sadly smiled before holding it.

"I'm glad you're okay." He said above a whisper.

You chewed on your lip and nodded. You feel like it's your fault, if you took some stimulants then Stolas wouldn't be too badly hurt. But in reality that doesn't matter if you took it or not. It wouldn't make the events change.

Whenever they have to go assassinate again, you're thinking about taking stimulants. You kept telling yourself that you're only going to do it before the job, just like how you told yourself that  you're only going to do it before the circus performance.

Fuck, I forgot my pole.

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writing injuries: 101

hi goblins and ghouls let me teach you how to write that silly little stab would you decided to give your silly little guy so that you could rip out the hearts of your reader, even more.

Hopefully you have gathered from the title that this will be discussing WOUNDS! BLOOD! GORE! OTHER NASTYS! If you disagree with my advice, MORE THAN OKAY! I'd love to hear yours and we can exchange tips! Lets get into it.

Types of Injuries

To write a realistic injury you NEED to know three things: A) What type of boo-boo B) What caused said boo-boo C) Where is the boo-boo D) Who will kiss boo-boo better (optional) edit: according to my friend D is not optional, so. find someone to kiss it better

Common types of injuries

I am by NO MEANS a professional so... take with a grain of salt. There are so many resources out there if you need to get specific but here's some simple shit xoxo:

Abrasion: Remember when you fell on the street as a skin and scrapped the shit out of your knee? Yeah. That. Its broken skin caused by friction against rough surfaces: requires IMMEDIATE cleaning.

Animal Chomps (bites): These can and will cause an infection if you don't treat it. Your 5'3 teenage girl CANNOT brush off that wolf bite apocalypse writers. Get her to the closest med tent.

Avulsion: A injury's caused when a body part is ripped away either partially or fully (HELLO SAW MOVIES). Results in some severe trauma (physically and mentally if they live) Typically caused by gunshot wounds, explosion's, car crashes etc.)

Bruise: Muscle fibers, blood vessels, and connective tissues are damaged with these bad boys. They cause that bluish purply look. Bruises do change colour to a yellow-green the older they are so do your research!

Burn: There are three degrees and a whole lot of different types for this mf and I can do a separate post on burns if you all want, but in general it is damage to the skin caused by heat, chemicals, radiation or sunlight (we all are too familiar with that last one). As some of know it can result in Swelling, Blistering, and scaring. Now if you gave your creature a really bad burn then it can cause shock, death and the destruction of the skin! And it leaves your victim of choice vulnerable to infection! Yay!!!

Fracture: a break in the bone, it literally looks fractured. It causes pain swelling, numbness and possibly deformity. You will likely need to send your character to the doctor.

Laceration: A cut, slice, tear in the skin, these are not stab wounds this is like if you accidentally cut yourself on glass or if someone swung at you with a knife and it sliced you, but it didn't go into your body and stay there. You get the idea.

Puncture wounds: THIS. THESE ARE YOUR STABS. Penetration to the skin caused by any sort of (usually sharp) object. These are the wounds your serial killer might use in the final moments of the kill with his knife, or the final blow to your hero's enemy with his sword.

Sprain: Ligaments (the things you see in x-rays that hold the bones together) that have been stretched or torn which happens when the joins move into unnatural positions. Usually, this results in stiffness, discoloration and swelling.

Strain: NOTE, Sprain and Strain ARE different. This is what happens when a muscle or tendon (not a ligament) is pulled, twisted or torn. Typically caused by over-stretching/contracting. Usually results in pain, muscle spams, and weakness.

Please note, that like I mentioned with burns there are degrees of severity for ALL OF THESE so please do your research this is just a starting point.

Care & Aftermath

LOTS of writers forget this part and its so sad. You want cute scenes between to characters who aren't yet dating but your rooting for? ONE OF THEM JUST GOT HURT AND THE OTHER IS TENDING TO IT. BAM INSTANT CUTE SCENE. Do not forget about your aftermath and medical care. Most injuries if left untreated WILL WORSEN if you leave them alone so FIX UP YOUR GUYS.

Do your research!! Look up the kind of injury your character sustained, the severity of it and you'll find recovery time and the kind of treatment they'll need.

In my experience, the more you focus on the aftermath of wounds, the more realistic it seems even if your dashing hero just got his arm ripped off by a dragon.

Writing the injury

You do not, now listen closely. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE A MEDICALLY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE WOUND. You're probably writing fiction and not a med student essay. If you are... email your professor I cannot help you here.

Just focus on getting the basics down. What's the bleeding? How bad is the swelling? What's the pain level at? and just leave the rest to the imagination. Unless your character is a doctor or whatever, your little dudes will also not know exactly what an Avulsion is. You can just say that there's a gaping hole or something. They'll be far to focused on the pain or whatever is causing it to diagnose themselves then and there.

Realism

I pinky promise you that as long as you have the basics, your readers will pick up what your laying down. The characters reaction is the most important part. How are they feeling emotionally? Are they having a physical reaction to the pain (Limping, shaking)? Do they have any physical response to the sight of their own/others blood? Do they experience shock? What's their attitude after it all?

These are the questions you should ask yourself. A war-hardened soilder will react differently to a gunshot wound than someone fresh out of high school.

Thanks :] go make the masses suffer :]]

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TW: Smut-tacular 3 way smut. Angst. NSFW.

AN: Thanks to @loveshotzz for listening to all my ramblings & my beta @billybluboy for all her hard work.

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""Goddam, baby."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"Please tell me your close," Eddie says with closed eyes, neck muscles straining, his hand furiously circling your clit. 

"No. Not yet. Just a little longer." With both hands pressed on his smooth, solid chest, you raise your hips and drive them back down, taking his hard cock as deep as you can. After a notably quiet dinner, Eddie wanted to take advantage of the empty house by finishing what you had started that morning. 

The sex between you had always been spectacular and left you feeling closer to him, which is exactly what you are craving, but your body must have missed the memo. Teetering on edge, your muscles are bunched so tight, begging for release, but every time your close thoughts of what could have happened between you and Steve appear, pulling you back from the brink. 

"Baby, I'll eat you out for hours after this, I swear, but I need to come." Leaning back and changing the angle, you ride him faster. "Fu..oh ga." He moans as he pulses deep inside you, filling you with his warm release. 

"Holy shit, that was amazing," he pants as your motions slow to a stop, "Just give me a minute, and I'll make you come.

"It's just not going to happen tonight, Eddie," you say, climbing off him and going to the ensuite to clean up, grateful for a minute alone to sort through your emotions without worrying that your expression will betray you. When you return, he's sitting up with his back against the wooden headboard, the sheet gathered around his waist and his eyes full of worry. 

"What's wrong?" His hesitant tone leaves you steeped in guilt. 

"Nothing," you sigh, pulling a shirt over your head, "I don't know what's going on with me." He holds open his arms, and immediately some of the tension fades. You join him under the blankets without hesitation, letting him draw you close. "Tell me about your day. You got your van, alright?"

"Yeah, I owe Wayne another fifty bucks for the impound fee. The cops tore through it and took my favorite bowl."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find another."

"Baby, she was my favorite. What we had together can't just be replaced. I'll need some time before I'm ready to move on." He pulls the blankets up to his chin and makes his doe eyes droop.

"Okay. I'm sorry for your loss. Please, continue."

"Thank you," he says, putting his arm around you, "Hopper was able to clear most of it up…except for Chrissy." You stiffen at the mention of her name. 

"That's still under investigation, but Hopper said it's a formality. There isn't any evidence that, you know, that I hurt her. Just that she was at my place. So, I've just got to stay in town and stay out of trouble until that's over."

"And why were you two alone in your trailer, again?"

He hesitates. His lips draw into a thin line, and he turns away from you, sliding open the nightstand drawer and rummaging through it.

"Uh-huh." Getting out of bed, you pick up the basket of clean laundry that still needs to be folded. The clothes in the basket mainly belong to Steve, and you sigh, remembering you forgot to stop at your parents" house to pick up more of your things. 

"Can you drive me home tomorrow? I need to pick up the rest of my clothes." Shaking out a pair of jeans, you try to smooth some wrinkles before folding them neatly. 

"I start back to school tomorrow." He's doodling in a small black notebook he found in the drawer.

"Tomorrow? You can't start back next week?" 

"I've already missed so much. I have a ton of make-up work to do or I'm going to be repeating this year again. Plus, there is hellfire and the band."

"Alright. I get it. I was hoping we'd have a few more days together. And I'd have a car or a job or something." And maybe it would be better for you not to be alone with Steve all day, but you weren't going to tell Eddie that.

"No luck today?"

"Not unless you want me stripping. Steve is going to ask Hopper to help me get a job at Enzo's." 

"Steve is?"

"Yeah, why?" You ask, matching up a pair of socks, "Maybe he can take me to my house tomorrow." 

"Well, isn't Steve being helpful now that you've fucked him?"

The shirt you were shaking out slips through your fingers, and you look down at the pile of clothes in front of you. "I'm going to take a shower. You can fold your own goddamn clothes," you erupt, taking the rest of the clothes and throwing them at him. Turning on your heel, you walk to the bathroom. 

"Baby-" The rest of what he said is cut off as you slam the door and turn on the shower.

The clock built into The Mister Coffee dings, followed by whirring and gurgling as it comes to life and begins to percolate. Standing at the island, you yawn as you smear some mustard, mixing it with the creamy mayo on two slices of bread before adding some deli-sliced ham and cheese.

"Baby, are you making that for me?" Eddie walks into the kitchen wearing his hellfire shirt and light jeans. 

"I am. I wanted you to have a good lunch for your first day back." You explain as you wrap up the sandwich in wax paper and add it to the brown bag filled with an apple and a bag of pretzels. 

"Thank you, my love." His arms go around, and you turn your head to receive his soft kisses. 

Lingering in the shower last night, you had hoped the hot spray would wash away some of your anger toward Eddie. By the time you slipped into bed, he was already asleep, and you wondered if his early night was preparation for an early morning of school, or avoidance. You battled a restless night of tossing and turning, and when the alarm blared this morning, it was as if nothing had happened. A silent agreement sealed with an almost mundane good-morning kiss to move on and leave things unresolved—the status quo whenever there is a conflict between the two of you.

"Hellfire on a Tuesday? Did it move nights?"

"Nah. It's still on Fridays. I can't go back to school in one of Harrington's Polos, though. I need to go to Wayne's after school. He said he had saved a box of my things. Hopefully, there are some clothes in there. I need to talk to Rick too. I'm hoping he'll front me so I can get some money for necessities."

"I thought you were laying low?" You tighten the lid on the mayo before putting it back in the fridge.

"Baby, it's seven in the morning. Can we please not do this? Just trust me, okay?" He presses a kiss to your lips. "I got to go." He picks up his lunch bag and slings on his jacket. 

"Alright. Play nice with other children." He rolls his eyes, and he's out the door. 

Padding through the quiet house, you had every intention of going to your room to get ready for the day. So when you find yourself standing in front of Steve's room with your hand poised to knock on the door, you pause. The grocery bag with a few boxes of tea sat on the kitchen counter this morning, which was the only reason you knew he was home. He's your friend, and you want to see that he's okay. Your heart beats a little faster as you lightly knock on his door. 

"Come in," he calls in a gravelly voice. Your hand turns the brass knob, and you open the door just enough to slip inside. A sliver of light at the bottom of the window frame steals in below the drawn curtains illuminating the dark room enough to see Steve propped up one arm, laying shirtless in his bed, the light blue sheets gathered at his waist. Your eyes follow the curves and dips of his muscled arms and shoulders, and you remember how they felt as they flexed under your hands while he was inside you. Tearing your gaze away from his body, you focus on his face as the memory has your skin flushing red, sending tiny sparks to every cell. 

All the words you wanted to say stay locked away as you stand caught in his gaze. He opens his mouth and swallows, saying nothing, folding back the corner of the blankets on the empty side of the bed. Accepting his invitation, you slide between the soft sheets until you lie facing him, tucking your hand underneath the pillow. 

"Hi," you say softly, wanting to break the silence as he mimics your position. 

"Hi." His hair sticks up every which way, and light stubble lines his jaw. 

"I didn't hear you come home last night. I was worried."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"Too bad. I'm going to worry about you anyway. That's what friends do."

"Does it make me a terrible person if I admit I like it?" 

"Why do you like it?"

He rolls onto his back and scrubs his face. "I don't know. Don't listen to me. I think I'm delirious from lack of sleep."

"Okay. Let's go to sleep then. I'll stay with you."

"Okay," he says, shutting his eyes. And so it became something of a routine. As soon as Eddie left for school, you would crawl into bed with Steve for another few hours. Then again, after lunch, you would watch TV or read while he napped next to you. By the end of the week, he started looking and sounding a little more like himself. 

"You can come in," Steve calls after you knock Friday morning. Surprisingly, he's up and almost dressed. The curtains are open, and the bright morning light fills the room. 

"What are you doing today?" He asks, pulling a green sweatshirt over his white tee tucked into a pair of light-wash jeans. Your plan was to spend the morning in his bed, and you were a little disappointed that wouldn't happen.

"Nothing special," you try and sound casual, not like your whole day had been planned around him.

"My dad called. I have to bring some paperwork to his office in Indianapolis."

"That sounds nice," you say, looking down at your feet and tugging on the sleeves of your shirt, "getting out of town for the day."

"Yeah? Do you want to come with me?" He fastens his watch over his wrist, and you wonder if he's trying to be as nonchalant as you are by pointedly not looking at you when he says it.

"I'd like to, but I'm not dressed," you say, looking down at your long-sleeved tee and a pair of Eddie's boxers. 

"I have to pick up the files at his office in Hawkins. I can go do that and come back. Would that give you enough time to get ready?"

Smiling, you nod your head.

"Alright. Better hurry." He teases. 

Two hours later, you've traded the quiet streets of Hawkins for the noise and bustle of downtown Indianapolis. Skyscrapers and tall buildings line the streets of Mile Square, and you try not to gawk like a tourist as you exit the underground garage where Steve parked his car. The sound of rushing water has you turning your head. The Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument is just a block away.

"I didn't realize we were so close to Monument Circle. Your dad works down here? How rich are you?" You ask, brushing aside some hair that's blown into your face. 

"I have about four hundred dollars in my checking account and some savings bonds from grandparents, so not very," He laughs and takes your hand the way one would a child as he leads you across the busy street. His father's office is on the third floor of a tall gray building. Embarrassingly, your sneakers squeak on the polished marble floor of the pristine lobby as you walk to the bank of elevators. Steve hands off several folders and a manilla envelope to the receptionist, who thanks him before he opens the office's glass door for you to exit back into the hall.

"That's it? You don't want to say hello to your dad?" You ask, following him down the beige hallway.

"Nah." He pushes the 'down' button to call the elevator. "He's busy. Besides, there's someone else I'd rather spend time with." 

A warmth that pinkens your cheeks and ears accompanies the smile you wear all the way down to the lobby. Once you hit the crowded sidewalk, you look towards the memorial again.

"Do you want to go?" Steve asks, motioning with his eyes toward the towering monument.

"Do we have time?"

"We have all day. Come on." He holds out his hand, and you take it. The two of you step into the stream of people walking toward the circle. 

The Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument is a limestone obelisk that stands tall enough to look like it's kissing the clouds, but in truth, is still dwarfed by the taller buildings in the Indianapolis skyline. The ornate stone statues pay tribute to fallen soldiers and the four branches of service, with lady victory standing watch over all of it with her sword and torch. The tiered fountains that flank its raised foundation always draw your eyes. The two of you linger there, watching the water cascade from the statuary.

"This is my favorite part," you say in a voice raised high enough to be heard over the falling water as it flows into the pools at its base. 

"The fountains?" He asks, turning those deep hazel eyes on you. The gold flecks are strikingly notable against the green of his sweater. In fact, if you could only choose one word to describe Steve Harrington, it would be golden. 

"Yeah. Anything with water just makes me instantly at peace. I have a cousin in Maine that my family visited a few times during the summer when I was little. I used to sit on the beach and just watch the waves for hours." You turn your eyes to the monument and the tourists viewing its majesty. "Eddie asked me to move away with him after he graduates. A fresh start and all that. He said we could find someplace near the ocean."

"You're leaving?" You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't return his gaze. "That's... it's really soon. What I mean is that's good. I'm really happy for you. You both deserve a happy ending."

"Well, we are working with Eddie time here. It probably won't be that soon. We'll have to save up. I'm sure you'll be more than ready to kick us out by then."

"I doubt it." He turns quiet and runs his hands through his hair before resting his arms on the stone banister. "Do you want to go up?" After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "it might be your last chance if you're leaving."

It only takes a moment to consider before nodding your head and following him inside. He pays a small fee for you to take the elevator bypassing most of the stairs that lead to the observation deck. After climbing the remaining forty-nine stairs, the tight stairwell opens up to the small viewing area, and your breath catches at the gorgeous view of the downtown area. 

"When was the last time you were here?" Steve asks as he wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you closer to the windows so a family can pass around you in the tight quarters. 

"The field trip in eighth grade. Do you remember?"

"That's right. I goofed off all day. I don't remember very much of it. That's what we should do today."

"What?"

"Go on a field trip. What do you think?" His excited smile makes him look younger, and you have to admit you're happy to see the lightness in him return.

"Where do we start?"

"I can't believe we're at the zoo," you say happily as you wrap your arm around his elbow while passing the dutch windmill at the entrance of the Washington Park Children's Zoo. "Are we going to ride the little train?"

"Absolutely. Anything you want." The late spring sun warms your skin as you take in flowers bursting with color planted around the park. "What do you want to do first? Look at the Tigers or ride the train?"

"The train," you say, bouncing on your toes, "we can look at the elephants."

"Okay, sweet girl." He laughs and steers you toward the little station. Sliding onto the bench seat of the miniature train, you wait for the driver to sound the whistle before it starts chugging down the tracks. 

A little girl in front of you twists in her mother's arms and peeks shyly at Steve. "Hi." He waves at her, and she buries her head in her mother's shoulder, only to pop up a moment later and stick out her tongue. The two of you start making faces at her until she's caught up in a fit of giggles. Her mother notices and turns her around, seating her on her lap. Steve wraps his arm around you, pressing you into his side as he points out the elk on his side of the open-air car. Hawkins and everyone in it feels so far away. Maybe it's okay to get a little lost with him today?

"I'm glad we ate before we went into the primate house," you say, crinkling up your nose.

"It was a little ripe in there." He shares your sentiment as he sucks in some cleaner air on the way out of the exhibit. "You know they are closing this whole place soon."

"What? No." Your brow pulls together as he takes your hand.

"Yeah. They're moving to a bigger piece of land. It will be all new."

"Another piece of our childhood gone. I guess we're growing up," you say a little wistfully.

"I guess so," he nods, stopping in front of the penguin pool, "I always like these guys. They seem so happy diving in the water, hanging out with their friends, and getting tasty fish."

You laugh and squeeze his hand. "The good life." you agree.

 A flustered dad with three crying children plows into the back of your heels with his stroller knocking you forward and mumbling apologies as he tries to get his children a spot to view the animals. "Are you alright," Steve asks, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in front of him. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." He slips his other arm around you, and you relax into his strong chest. His breath is in your hair, and you're not really paying attention to the penguins anymore.

"I wasn't expecting it to be so big."

Steve blows out a breath and tilts his head to the side. "I get that a lot." Spinning to face him, your eyes widen, and your mouth hangs open. His cheeks blossomed apple red. "I mean not a lot. I've heard it…The sculptor. I'm talking about the sculptor," he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck, "Get your mind out of the gutter. Let's go." 

The Love sculpture stands impressively about twelve feet high with the serif letters of L and O stacked over the V and E, spreading its message to the visitors of the Indianapolis Museum of Art. Walking closer to the steel rendering, the poetry of feeling small in the face of the word that defines something that often feels too big to contain is not lost on you. A light breeze sweeps across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and you turn to look at the boy standing a few feet behind you, whose gaze brings about the same effect. 

"Now I know what love looks like." He's watching you with glittering eyes, and pieces of your heart break away, turning into butterflies that flutter inside you. Moving to where he waits for you, your fingers thread through his, and you wonder how you can be afraid to lose something that's not even yours. 

He's still holding your hand. Driving with the other, your intertwined hands resting on your thigh while he sings softly along with The Cars playing on the tape deck. Unlike earlier today, Steve hadn't stopped touching you as you toured the museum, his hand tangled with yours, an arm around your shoulders or waist, pressing against you with his soft lips grazing your temple and his thumb tracing patterns on any exposed skin it found.

An unspoken permission had been granted with your act of affection, one that you are now rescinding as you cross into Hawkins town limits. Your trembling fingers pull away from him as you rest your head against the car window and hug your arms across your chest to stave off the loss. His empty hand falls to your thigh, giving you one last squeeze before returning it to the steering wheel. 

The passing street lamps illuminate the dark roads on your way to Steve's house. Most streets are barren, the majority of the town already tucked safely into their homes at this late hour. Eddie's van is in the driveway when Steve pulls in and shuts off the car. 

"I had a really nice time today. Thank you." Your voice is shaky as you break the silence. 

He twists in his seat to face you. "I should be the one thanking you. You gave up your whole day for me." 

No stars are out tonight, and the moon is obscured by clouds. The inky blackness of night presses in on all sides. The only traces of light escape from gaps between the curtains covering the house's windows. The engine ticks as it cools, and neither one of you makes a move to go inside.

"Why does it feel like I'm saying goodbye to you?" Steve asks, his expression hidden in the darkness. 

"Steve, that's…we live in the same house." But you feel the same way. He leans in closer to you. And although you know you shouldn't, you mirror his movements. Your pulse is racing, and your breath comes quicker through your parted lips. Moments pass before you feel his touch, but it isn't what you expected. His forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, his warm exhales fanning your chin. Your decision is made, and you lift your chin to find his lips. The second before your mouths fully meet, he changes direction after the barest brush of his silky lips. His nose glides down along your cheek, and a low noise escapes his throat. 

"Go inside, sweet girl." He leans back in his seat and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please. I'll be in a few."

With the fog of your longing dispelled, you scramble out of the car with the sting of unshed tears behind your eyes. You don't look back as you close the front door behind you. Your limbs feel heavier with every stair you climb, weighted down with the reality of what almost happened. Again. As you plaster on a smile before entering the room where you know Eddie is waiting, you promise yourself this will be the last time.

Part 5

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 12:

"Dad! It's time to get up!" Knocking on the door, Charlie was starting to get worried. He hadn't answered any of her calls or texts to come join them for breakfast. She even made their favorite type of pancakes as a nice little welcome treat. "Dad? I'm coming in!" 

Taking out her master key, the princess let herself in and quickly covered her nose at the strong smell that had filled the room. The smell of overripe and sour apples along with burnt honey so strong it gagged her. Quickly closing and locking the door, Charlie went to open the window to air it out only to stop. What if the smell drew people to the hotel to try and find out who it was coming from?

No. She wasn't going to mess up again. What did she do or let happen that cause this sort of reaction from her dad? And how was she going to air this place out safely?

Sitting up in bed, Lucifer looked around the room trying to wake up and focus. "Charlie...?

"Oh, thank fuck!" Rushing over to him, she sat on the edge of the bed before pushing some hair out of his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think... I think I was wrong. A scent set me off. Luckily, it didn't trigger my heat. I'm sorry I made you worry. I thought for sure..." He was usually more careful than this. Now his gross and soured scent was probably leaking out of the room. This is why he preferred to live alone. So that he couldn't fuck up like this and bring trouble to his darling daughter.

"No! No, I'm sorry. I should have put my foot down and paid better attention. I-I... I'm not as good of an alpha as I thought..."

"Charlotte Annette Morningstar! Don't you ever say that about yourself again. I am so proud of the alpha you have grown into. You just haven't had a proper teacher seeing as your mother didn't want to teach you and left us... and as much as we love Beel and Ozzie, and their nontraditional view on second genders, that didn't really work in your favor for the basics of omega care."

Lucifer felt like he failed her as a parent. There weren't many omegas here in Hell. Not even among the Hellborn. Not to mention, as far as he knew, Lucifer himself had been the only omega angel in Heaven. That could have changed while he was gone but that meant he also wasn't taught about his own biological make up. The ones who would have the most information on this would be the sinners.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do. You head on down to breakfast while I air out my room. I'll come down and join you when I'm done. After, you will find a proper alpha teacher. I recommend a sinner you trust."

~

Lucifer hadn't expected this kind of reaction. After he had used his wings and a portal to air out his bedroom, he came down to join everyone for breakfast only to find everyone but Charlie looking like they were either high or drunk. When asking his darling daughter about it, she was just as surprised as he was but figured it had to do with his scent rushing out when she had opened his door earlier.

Since she grew up around it, it didn't affect her unless she was emotionally distressed. Even Alastor, the creepy bastard, was relaxed in his chair. Lucifer wasn't sure if he should be flattered or uncomfortable.

"Hey there toots~ What uh... what is that amazing smell?" Angel asked, laying boneless on the floor. "I ain't never felt this good before."

"Oh! Uh... w-well..."

"Yeah. Don't keep it a secret. I feel like I got buzzed off the best high shelf shit in all of Hell." Husk had his upper body draped over the bar, looking like he was on the verge of passing out. Unlike Vaggie who actually was passed out. At least she looked comfortable. The egg bois of Sir Pentious' were huddled around her.

Speaking of the snake. He didn't seem to be here. Though, the sounds coming from the kitchen gave away his location. Did... did Lucifer's scent make him hungry? That was a new one.

The only one who didn't seem effected by it at all was Niffty. Which made sense seeing as she was a beta. Seems like she might end up being Lucifer's saving grace when he couldn't control his scent, as much as that freaked him out. Maybe he shouldn't have brought up saving graces... every time he did, the world had to screw him over. Case in point, Alastor opening his mouth and making it so he had to go and change pants.

"Yes, Charlie. What is that smell? It is utterly delicious."

Oh. Lucifer was so screwed. Maybe he needed a vacation to the Lust or Greed Ring. Hell, he'll even visit Wrath at this point!

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[brandnewhuman]

Hi dad. I got an angsty one for ya.

How would the slashers (anyone you wanna write for, as many or few as you want) react to a reader who they've kinda fallen for and acts comfortable around them, but is really just putting up an act to stay alive? maybe the reader could fall for them, but they're scared out of their mind and Stockholm syndrome isn't happening. 😈😈😈

Trigger of love

Headcanons

☆STARRING☆

☆Brahms Heelshire☆

☆Michael Audrey Myers☆

☆ Jason Voorhees ☆

☆ Jesse Cromeans ☆

Tw: major character death, description of injuries and bones breaking, canon violence, mature language, toxic relationships, mentions of blood, description of mental illness

A/n: THIS IS THE JUICIEST TASTIEST ANGST REQUEST EVER BRO. so happy to finally have the opportunity to write it, even tho it has taken me ages but I'VE DONE FINALLY. That's my shit right here, really tragic stories with really tragic endings and never ending dramas ANYWAY ENJOY

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BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

I genuinely think brahms would end up killing you

LET ME EXPLAIN OKAY? DON'T COME AT ME

he wouldn't do it on purpose, it would be something accidental. Your behaviour would bring out the worst tantrum ever in history 

Not your fault bro I know but it is what it is

The fact is that everytime brahms does something bad it has some sort "justification"

Like Idk if it makes sense but take greta for example

He did all those things at the beginning cause she was breaking the rules, and he killed Cole cause he was hurting her 

You're not doing anything wrong but at the same time he's hypersensitive to people's behaviour so he knows you're not really doing it because you love him but more because you fear him

It's like living with his parents and even tho there's some sort of comfort in it because it's all he knows, he still wants to feel truly loved 

You don't try to escape but don't let the Stockholm syndrome kick in either and you don't even give a chance to actually believe he's not going to hurt you

Which again, not your fault cause his tantrums are enough on their own to make someone shit themselves, and he knows it 

We love a self-aware king

So he finds himself in this shitty in between where he can't say he doesn't has what he wants but neither that he's happy

For once in his life, having his own selfish need of you staying ecc it's not enough and he wishes for you to be happy as well

You do everything and beyond to keep him happy 

Never once broke a rule, never once tried to get away, never said no to giving him affection or anything he asks for

You have even taken care of him when he was sad ecc

But he can still see it in your eyes how scare you are of him

You flinch away everytime he just as much as lifts his hand, you always tremble slightly around him, your eyes has never stopped being glossy 

The only time he sees any other emotion in you besides fear is when you're alone and he's not really sure how much better that is cause you look so defeated and sad and overall depressed 

Needless to say the guilt is eating him alive, to know he's the one who has ruined you like that will never leave him a moment of peace 

It's literally driving him crazy

At first he was like 'yeah whatever, fuck you. You'll stay anyway and I'm not going to say sorry' 

Oh boy if he did regretted it

Once again, he feels like he felt while living with his parents all over again and after a while he develops this fear of you killing yourself like they did

My man here is collecting trauma like pokemon cards 

He tries everything like everything for real

He becomes more patient, he tries to take care of you instead of making you take care of him, he treats you like you could break if he's not careful enough

At this point my boy doesn't even fuckin wants you to be in love or for you to get the Stockholm syndrome, he just wants to show you he's sorry and that he has learned his lesson 

It's like living in some sort of loop from hell where he can't fucking make it right even if he really wants to

He has even stopped spying you and invading your privacy without you having to ask for it

Has even considered to let you go but he has found out about this underlying fear of someone telling the police everything and making him end up in a much worse situation than being a prisoner in his own house 

Funnily enough his insecurities about his face ecc are subsided by how much of a monster he feels on the inside

Like you have made very clear you're simply scared of him as a person, not because of his face.

And that's something he will never be able to get over 

After countless months of trying and being in his best behaviour he just kind of snaps 

You haven't seen him all day and you didn't felt observed either which made a very appreciated break from your hypervigilanting and stressing routine 

Just when you thought everything was calm and you decided to head up to go to bed, there he was waiting for you at the top of the stairs 

He seemed calm but you could seem the slight trembling of his body, one you recognise from numerous fits of rage he had in the past

He didn't straight up started to yell but you sensed there were like wrong and right answers to each question he was making 

He kept asking you if you loved him truly, if you were happy or if you wanted to leave 

To everything you always answered what he wanted to hear even tho the feeling that you were saying the wrong thing was only growing more and more

'You're scared of me, aren't you? You'll never want to be here'

At this point he knows you're lying and for a second something seems to switch in you

He has stopped wearing the mask around you so now you can freely see how pained he actually looks

You have never noticed before how tired he looks too

You have spent so much time being scared of him that now that you see it and you like really look at him you can see how defeated and miserable he has been

There's no trace of pretending or lying or trying to manipulate you in any way 

Now you're still scared but not as much and for once you actually decide on your own to try and help him 

You can't stand to look at him crying like that, it looks like he's going to die from a heartbreak anytime soon 

You start to go towards him with your hands up forwards so he knows you mean no harm

It's really like trying to get a stray animal to trust you

He has his hands covering his face and you can see how violent are the sobs, you actually take a minute to let yourself be amazed by the fact that even with such a hard and brutal crying he's able to conceal the noise 

He's used to do it since he was a kid and it shouldn't surprise you that much but in some way it does 

When you finally reach for him that's when he pushes you away screaming

Which scares the shit out of you and makes you lose your balance

It's a cliché but he swears it all happened so fast but at the same time so slow

He saw how you made yourself trip backwards and your face contorted in panic as you felt the void behind you, realising you were about to fall down the stairs

He tried to grab you but you were trying to hold on the rail so you just completely missed his hand 

You basically flew down the really long staircase and all he could do was watch 

He had that paralysing feeling of guilt and fear clawing at his guts as he watched you fall 

But when he heard the disgusting sound of your neck basically snapping against the hardwood floor, that's when he really felt sick 

He almost wanted to run away and pretend nothing has happened cause in his mind, if he got near you now that would make you dead for real

For now as he watches from afar you could still be alive 

BTW baby bro here is not stupid and I'm not talking basic level of knowledge nono

I'm talking he has studied and read about a lot of stuff including books about medical things like injuries ecc 

Basically he's like really smart 

That being said, and I know you know where I'm going with this 

From the moment you fell he knew you wouldn't survive.

Either that or you would end up disabled 

He knows too that when you snap your neck you don't die on the spot but you feel a ridiculous amount of pain until the injure does its course of action

That's yet another thing he feels guilty about your death

He should've put you out of your pain at least but he didn't, he just stared at you while shaking and crying silently 

He didn't even dared to move in case some invisibile and unnoticed force of the universe would notice what he has done and decided to punish him for it

Which thinking about he felt like he was already being punished 

It's kind of sad cause he didn't actually meant it, it was truly an accident but he will always blame himself for it as if he was the one actively pushing you 

Now he knows that no matter what he does or how much he changes he's always destined to be the cause of the death of the people he loves. 

Which he should've seen coming since not even his parents could bear his existence 

MICHAEL MYERS:

Tbh he's not that shocked about it

I mean bro at least acknowledges the fact that he is the fucking boogeyman and everyone will always find him scary

He doesn't even tries to excuse himself because he knows he kills and he's a overall unhinged man and that's something a normal person will never get over 

What bothers him is the acting nice 

When you both met, you really didn't knew who he was

He happened to have been badly injured and was like bleeding the fuck out on your backyard 

yes, you basically just took him inside as if he was some sort of stinky and pitiful ugly cat

That and the fact that you're taking care of him stirred him away from the idea of killing you

No shame in being oblivious to the most juicy gossip in town but bro was really just waiting for you to recognise him

When you did, and you started to act all nice and scared ecc he has to admit he took advantage of it

He knew how to scare you into never running away and never snitching him to the police so he could use you for food ecc

At some point he was impressed by how well you're able to keep up with this 

No lashing out, no crying and you have never broke down 

He could tell tho that you have never been this stressed 

Your hands are always trembling, you don't sleep well at night so you're getting clumsier by the minute 

When you drop stuff, burn food ecc he doesn't mind much but as time goes by it's hard for him to not get attached to you

Which it frustrates him cause he it makes him even more aware of how you see him

He has come to know you by invading your privacy a little bit

He had to since you were not exactly open to let him get to know you

The more he finds the more he likes you

And the more he likes the more he realise he has basically killed you from the inside 

It's hard to think all of those things he has found out are about you cause now you look more like a shell of what you used to be

And he definitely feels the guilt of being responsible of you losing your spirit

You're the first person he really cares about and loves like really truly loves

But that goes against everything he is now cause he can't possibly choose between be with you or killing

He starts to dwell on the past too much and the more he thinks about it the more he gets mad about the situation 

Before you he has never really care too much about the injustices he has suffered 

As a matter of fact he has never really grasped the fact that so many people have failed him and that's why he will never have a normal life

There was a time where he kind of did but that was long ago when he was just a kid 

At some point he just accepted what everyone said he was, that he's only purpose and role in life was to be a monster to everyone

Whether he wanted to or not it wasn't really important 

No one would help him nor he could make people change their minds

Besides, his reasoning is that if so many people is saying it then it must be true

And in his own selfish way he thought that the only one who got the consequences of it was him and the idiots who happened to be killed by him

Now that he sees the result of what everyone and himself has done with him on you he just feels sick

He finds himself spending hours observing you and daydreaming about how a normal version of him would've lived a normal life with you

He tries really hard to show you he can be gentle 

Spends hours observing other couples and what normal people do with their loved ones to understand better how he should act in order to get closer to you

It's so frustrating for him cause he literally doesn't has a choice anymore and he sees in you everything that's wrong with him that he can't change

He feels for the first time as broken as he really is 

At some point he wishes you could just drop the act of being nice, treat him like trash so he can tell to himself you're like everyone else therefore he doesn't need you 

But even if you were to do that he knows he would never be able to kill you

Everytime you touch him even if it's by mistake he gets a bubbly feeling of hope inside that maybe you're starting to see him as something different than what he is 

But then he looks at your eyes and he sees the same glossy and sad scared stare looking right back at him

He knows there's like nothing else he can do and for the first time he just gives up 

He needs to like get used to not be able to see you so he starts with small steps

He starts to staying out for a couple of hours more than usual, then hours turn to days, days into weeks, weeks into months and months into a year 

Everytime he comes back and you see him he can immediately see the shift in your behaviour and how you lose all the already weak sparkle you have gathered from knowing he was far away from you

That's the worst part of it for him

He needs to see you, he wants to spend time with you and looks forward to see you for the last few times before going away fr 

But you on the other part seem to flourish when he's not around, to count the minutes and seconds until he's gone 

It kinda makes him feel like he felt when he was a kid and he wanted to see his parents 

The day he finally came back for the last time after a year you were asleep

He didn't even sit on the bed, nor did he woke you up or did anything that could steer you away from your sleep

He sat on the floor near your bed in complete silence 

He took off his mask knowing that you would never see him and he just stared at you

He wanted to look at you, take in every detail of your face to burn it in his brain so he would never forget you 

He just wanted to look at you not as the shape, but just as Michael. Even if just for one time he wanted to pretend he was just that and that you were being stared by a person and not a monster 

For once his difficulty in expressing his emotions was useful because if he were to let go of all the things he was experiencing he could swear he would just explode or melt away 

The only thing that came out of him was a tear, which he swiped away slowly before getting up and putting on the mask again

After that he never came back, obviously you were over the moon and he was just well going on with it 

He occasionally stalks you but after some time he stops cause it makes him feels sickeningly alone 

Here something to think about if you need to cry: sometimes he thinks back at when he was trying to get closer to you 

One of the things he wanted to do the most was holding hands but you always looked so scared when he tried to do that he just dropped it 

He understands how it might look to you that this tall ass bastard is trying to hold your hand 

That and the fact that he wasn't really good at being careful and gentle didn't help his cause 

So from time to time, when he thinks about it he stares at his hands 

You know when you like pretend to be holding someone's hand while holding yours? 

Well he does that and finds ironic the fact that he has learned to do it gently now that he will never be able to do it with you

JASON VOORHEES:

Listen, LISTEN

I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK, IM A JASON APOLOGIST FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND

jason my beloved what are this foul gremlins making me do smh

He is one of the few slashers I genuinely think could change for you and try to make things better

Jason doesn't kills just for funsies 

He kills because his sense of duty and to protect himself and his home and all that jazz

I don't really think he genuinely wants anyone fearing him

If anything it's the opposite. He has been treated like a monster his whole life, no one has ever gave him the opportunity to be something else

Like why would he enjoy ending up being what everyone has always thought of him? Doesn't make any fucking sense mate

Like I said he has to, he genuinely thinks there's nothing else for him to do and there's no other place in the whole world for him

IM GONNA CRY BUT LIKE HE'S AT LEAST GRATEFUL OF HAVING A PURPOSE CAUSE HE GENUINELY THINKS HE'S SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE OR MISTAKE 

 So my Wild take of the day for which I'm ready to bet my own ass is that if he could he would very much appreciate to just be left alone and live a normal life, not bothering or harming anyone

The fact is that much more like so many other slashers he can't really communicate to tell you at least his reasons for being a murderer 

That's something that torments him daily, to know that in your eyes he's merciless and overall really evil

Assuming you survive being hunted down by him, he would do near to everything to show he's not a threat for you

You must have been someone who he didn't deem fair to kill 

Like you were respectful, you didn't seem to be a fucking moron messing around and ruining his home 

Once again, I'm gonna assume you just don't know about him and crystal lake ecc

cause otherwise for you to be there is pretty much a death wish from your part

That being said, if you don't know anything about him there's a good chance that the scariest part of Jason (sadly) it's his appearance and behaviour 

JASON BABE YOU'RE HUGE LIKE SCARY BIG, WHAT THE MCFUCK IS ONE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SEEING YOU CHARGING AT THEM LIKE A FUCKING GRIZZLY BEAR 

The whole being chased around like a fucking animal is not a vibe i guess 

LET ME BE DELUSIONAL ABOUT THE FACT THAT WITH ENOUGH TIME HE COULD BE QUITE NICE TO BE AROUND 

I won't let anyone ruin my mental image of him being a sweetheart once you know him

THAT MAN CAN'T BE THAT EVIL. YES, I CAN FIX HIM. IF YOU THINK YOU CAN'T THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM

Now, jason may be shy and a gentle giant but he's not stupid

He knows very well how you think of him and how does he looks like to anyone who sees him

He can see through your act, you can't fool him

He can see the same scared look in your eyes he used to see on other people's face when he was a kid

The only person who has always looked at him like he's just well a human being with feelings is his mother

And maybe it doesn't makes sense and It may be controversial but deep down jason appreciates the nice act 

Like he just can't bring himself to care anymore. At least someone is trying to be nice 

Keep in mind this man has known nothing from the world beside humiliation, pain and loneliness 

Idk if anyone ever thinks about it but it torments me a great deal the thought of Jason's miserable life

Being stripped away from your humanity, having to choose a path of violence to protect yourself, having to witness how they kill the only person in the whole universe that could ever love you 

That shit it's just not fair and even if he knows you're scared of him he sees it as the most caring and thoughtful anyone has ever been with him in a long time

Think about it, anyone who has ever seen him has either tried to kill him or has been incredibly cruel 

The fact that, even if out of fear and self-preservation, you try to still reach to his human side and treat him with respect at least it's already enough

I think he could be one of those slasher that could make you fall in love without falling for the Stockholm syndrome type of infatuation 

HE IS, OKAY? I WILL TAKE NO FUCKING CRITICISMS. YOU WILL GENUINELY FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM OR ELSE I'LL STEAL YOUR FUCKING PET

Jason would literally try everything to get you to feel less stressed around him

It breaks his heart to see your eyes glossy or your body shaking because of fear 

In the process he gets clumsier by the minute so at the in of the day you're both stressed 

He is because he's scaring you just by breathing and you bc obvious reasons

You can notice how different he acts tho and somehow, his efforts manage to go through your thick layer of fear 

You could swear he almost tries to make himself look as harmless and gentle as possible

You can see him trying to take as little space as he can or bringing you things that might cheer you up 

He cleans up from blood and gore before getting back home 

He even makes his cabin more homely for you so you feel more at home and less kidnapped 

And at some point it works 

That plus you somehow piecing together what has happened to him it's starting to make it easier for you to not relax but overall feel less terrified around him

He would spend so much time watching you from afar because he knows he will never get to know you or see you without fear 

The days where he can observe you without you noticing anything are his favourite. He gets to see a version of you more relaxed and natural

He would literally spend an eternity being far from you if it means you can feel better 

He would spend his free time improving the cabin and daydreaming about what it would be like to be liked by you

Not even like dating you because he feels it would be wrong for him to even think about it

Please for the love of God, try to be friendly with him

Having the opportunity to know him better is taking away some of the fear

You know very well it's not Stockholm syndrome cause it feels genuine

One day you take a good look at him while he's taking care of his flowers I'm the garden 

You observe every part of his rotting being and you can't exactly explain why but you feel your heart ache and your eyes glossy 

Not for you, but for him

It's almost like some sort of illumination comes to you and makes everything painfully clear

You have obviously noticed he's not alive cause we're stupid but not that much 

You take a really good look at his clothes and body, at his mask and everything you look at to get more details about him

Everything in his appearance screams hurt, wounded and mistreated. A whole life and a afterlife filled with getting hurt and abused by the world 

His bright blue eye has always a layer of sadness in it even when he's doing something that makes him happy

It hits you just now how little human he must feel. 

And that leads you to realise that he has not only changed so much just to please you but has distanced himself as if he's very own existence could be offensive to you

From that day you started with small steps like saying good morning or good night to him, keeping him company when he tended to his garden, trying to get closer to him even if that means just being in silence and standing next to him

That grows into "talking" with him, taking walks around the woods, spending evenings reading inside the cabin 

You insist in eating together, tending his wounds, mending his clothes and overall doing anything that could make him feel less like the shell of a human being 

At first he doesn't really get it but the more you do it the more he silently realises how much he craves those types of things. 

I personally think that with enough patience you both could build a good relationship and you could even talk him out of killing people and settle for just scaring them away

He's favourite thing to do is curling up next to you in bed, his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeats while you mindlessly caress his back while telling him about anything you want 

JESSE CROMEANS:

🎶DADDY LET ME KNOW THAT I'M YOUR ONLY GORL🎶

Some funzies before doing some emotional terrorism

Since you all want to be a menace with this requests I'm going to use post accident Jesse

To say this man is on the verge of tears every single day is an understatement

So long story short you were jesse s/o

He was like the love of your fucking life and you were his

His whole world goes around you, you're the only thing that makes him genuinely happy besides his work

You found out about the whole chromeskull thing in the worst way possible

He was scared of coming back after the accident with his face so he just kind of distanced himself

Everytime you would ask when he was coming home he always had an excuse

You both went a long time of just calling each other's, spending time on calls and sometimes even falling asleep with the phone still on

He missed you so much but he couldn't bear the thought of you looking at him like he was monster

It was killing him to know he was so close to you but couldn't reach you

You find out who he really was on accident

Cleaning around to distract yourself you ended up gathering many things that needed to be put in the attic so that you did

Once you were there you found some tapes. You checked them out of curiosity and oh boy you regretted it

You felt so sick you almost threw up

All those girls, there were some many of them in each tape and each one of them different from the other

It was horrifying to watch the love of your life mercilessly torture and kill helpless and innocent people

Now everything made so much more sense and It actually made you feel even worse to know that this whole time, while you were talking with him, Jesse was killing people

What hurts the most is feeling like you've been played, like you were something he has used to entertain himself until he finds a new victim

Needless to say you didn't stayed in your shared apartment a day longer, you didn't even take with half of the things you own

Most of them were gifts Jesse bought you so bringing them with you was only going to make it worse

You were scared out of your mind. So scared that in fact you couldn't even find the courage to go to the police, afraid that maybe that would end up with your being another one of Jesse victims

Obviously no one told Jesse what was going on. They all collectively agreed their boss was dealing with enough shit to keep adding more

They all needed Jesse to focus on work

That didn't worked well cause as soon as you stopped answering the phone he decided enough was enough

He needed to check what was going on so he found the courage to overcome his insecurities and go find you

He was heartbroken when he found you left

He immediately thought that you just got tired of waiting for him, that he has drawn you away

Long story short he went after you to find you and try at the best of his abilities to explain everything and win you back

He did not see the coming all that panic and terror in your face when he knocked at your door

He did think it was bc of his face so he tried to calm you down and explain

Needless to say you didn't calm down and he being the man he is, just kind of kidnapped you

Now onto business here

He knows you have every right to feel like this but it still upsets him deeply to know that he will never get the chance of being with you like before

He thought that you being scared and acting crazy every time you saw him was the worst but now he is kind of rethinking it

You started acting like this after he "snapped" at you

You were panicking and screaming while he tried to tell you something, that lead to you taking his mask off accidently which ended up in him pushing you off too hard

After that things went really fucking downhills

It wasn't like you were still out of your mind but the look in your eyes is unbearable

The first time you started the whole acting nice thing he almost thought you were starting to at least tolerate him but then he saw it

It's the same look some of his victims had while trying to gain his trust, seeing it on you was the worst thing he has ever experienced

He just couldn't stand it anymore, his face, you hating him, his favourite victim who was the one that has damaged him so badly killed by that cunt of Preston and now this? Mate is done

He has tried everything and anything but now he just kind of gives up

You notice the shift in his behaviour, how he comes by just to bring your meals or things you may need, he doesn't even goes near you or talks and his eyes are always anywhere but on you

I gotta be real with you guys, I don't think there's like a way to make this up

HE'S HURT OKAY? BRO'S EMOTIONAL DAMAGE IS BIG AF

He would even start sending his assistant to take care of you so he doesn't has to face you at all

It's just painful cause he already feels like his life is ruined and everything is falling apart with him not being able to fix it

You know what? I'm gonna fix it cause I can't take it anymore

You have probably grown used to be basically trapped at home, it's not like you're suffering with god knows what kind of abuse cause you basically have all you need to distract yourself aside from going out

Jesse comes home very rarely and as much as you hate to admit it you have been feeling less and less scared of him

You still think what he does is horrible but the thing that bothers you it's him lying to you

You do have to admit you miss being with him. Not like when you were scared but like when you didn't knew and he was just Jesse

You wonder from time to time if he's angry at you for how you have reacted since he hasn't shown himself for quite sometimes

As if on clue you hear something break in the bathroom and what seems like someone crying

That would be another of Jesse's mental breakdowns about his face. He thinks he looks so bad he can't even bear the sight of himself in the mirror

You slowly try to approach the bathroom and putting your ear against the door, you try to hear what's going on

You have never heard Jesse crying nor making any sort of noises come out of his mouth so it's actually quite shocking to hear him sob so hard

When you open the door the scene breaks your heart and in that moment you don't see chromeskull or the homicides, you just see your Jesse, the same one you have always loved and that has always helped you when you were down, on his knees bawling his eyes out and shaking

You just do what comes naturally aka you get closer and you just hold him as tight as possible

He tries to hide away, panicking bc he doesn't want you to see what he has become, but you just keep hugging him and saying that it doesn't matter

The moment you hold his face on your hands and look at him with the same understanding gaze you used to have it's the moment he feels his heart beating right again

It's not gonna be easy to accept everything but at least you're coming around it and he makes sure you know how grateful he is for it everyday

[wandafiction]

Cookies - Just Us Chapter 85

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 9155

Series List | Chapter 84 | Chapter 86

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"Uhm, princess." I look down to Wanda who is curled up on the bed with her head resting in my lap as I weave my hands through her hair.

"Yes baby." Wanda turns her head to look up at me with soft eyes and a soft smile. 

"I think it's going to be one of those days." I bite my lip nervously hoping she knows what I'm talking about. I hate that I'm already asking for space but the panic attack has knocked everything out of me and I need a minute to compose myself.

"Okay, baby. What do you need from me?" Her right hand moves up to cup my cheek, her soft features never changing. 

"I'm thinking of going to the lake, maybe get a bit of fishing in then maybe read a book. All you need to do is relax, enjoy your time with the boys."

"Okay." I turn my head to peck Wanda's palm that's resting on my cheek. "How are you feeling this morning?" 

"My face is quite sore, I'm going to take some painkillers before going out. My mind's still a little fuzzy but I'm okay." Wanda takes her hand back as she moves to sit up in front of me sitting criss-cross applesauce.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Wanda's hands rest on her calves as her attentive eyes scan my face. 

"So I think I said last night that it was my own mind that put me in that position and not what you did. Right?"

"Yeah, but I think my actions still played a part. I'm not here to say it is or it isn't because only you know how your mind works. So, what got you so worked up that you had a panic attack?" 

"I'm going to say it all in one, and I want you to just listen and try not to fight back on what I'm saying." Wanda grabs my hands pulling them into her lap, her thumbs gently rubbing over my knuckles. 

"I'm listening." I squeeze her hand taking a breath before I start.

"I hurt you. That's what it was all about. I forcefully stopped you, I didn't let you past, I didn't allow you to go to Billy. He is your son, I should have never stopped you from getting to him. You asked me to get off of you and I didn't, you even had to grab at my hands and I still didn't let go. I didn't even realise what I was doing until it was too late and by that point you were angry, you were upset and I still had a hold of you. I never thought I would ever be that person who does that sort of thing. And I know you can argue that I only thought I was helping but I did more hurt than help. Once I let go and you moved past me I flinched. I flinched because your shoulder hit mine and my mind was already reeling and I was losing myself. So when I felt the contact my mind jumped back to the first and only time I tried to defend myself against Steph, which ended in me in a hospital bed. But that reaction from me was not your fault, you were in a rush to get to your boy. Your reaction was warranted, but because of where I had caused my own mind to go it added more on top of what I was already trying to pull myself from. Then from there it all spiralled, and now we're here." 

"You didn't hurt me Y/n. I was upset that you weren't letting me get to Billy, yes, but I understand why you did it. I was in a panic, I would have woken Billy up without a second thought. You stopped me from making everything worse, I didn't listen to you just as much as you didn't listen to me. But you knew if you let go of me I would have probably still woken him up, until you made me promise not to. You did what I didn't, you stayed calm. You looked at the situation, stayed calm and knew how to handle it. You did good. I also should have done better in making sure I didn't barge into you, I don't care if you say it's not my fault or any of that shit. I know how you react to conflict, let alone when someone makes contact with you during conflict. I should have taken a step back, taken a breath and moved calmly to Billy. So you may have got lost in your own mind, but my actions tipped you over the edge." 

"So what we are both saying is we could have handled the situation differently? And that if we did we could have avoided the whole panic attack situation." I conclude, knowing if one of us doesn't it's going to go back and forth all day. 

"Yeah, I guess we are." Wanda huffs out a laugh. "Thank you for being such a good role model for Billy and Tommy." 

"I don't think I'm a role model at all really." Wanda's gentle eyes watch my reaction as she brings my hands up to her lips, smothering them in kisses.

"No, you are. You show them that it's okay to talk about feelings, it's okay to cry, it's okay to be who you are. Also making sure they know it's okay to be comfortable in your own skin over other people's differing opinions. You teach them that it's okay to be you and not to let anyone tell you differently. You are such a good role model and they look up to you so much and it makes me so happy they have someone like that in their life."

"I didn't know that."

"They do. They may not have known you for long, but just like me and you. You and them have this bond that has grown so quickly and it is so powerful. Do you remember that night when you and the boys cooked beef stroganoff?"

"Yeah, after the aquarium." 

"Yeah. When you guys sent me up to nap, he told me something that made my heart soar out of my chest."

"I remember him saying something to you. You had the biggest fuzzy smile on your face." 

"He asked if we could do this forever with you."

"Do what?" 

"He told me to keep a tight hold on you and to never let you go because he has never seen me happier. He told me he can't wait to have you as a step-mom one day." Wanda looks up at me with a watery but ultimately fuzzy smile as she cries happily. 

"I...you….he said that?" My lips contort as I try to stop myself from crying. "Is that what your voicemail was about?" 

"You didn't listen to it yet?" I shake my head. "Uh, no it's not about that. Uhm, just listen to it by yourself when you are the you, you want to be. I poured a lot of emotions out and it was unfair for me to leave a message like that after the day we had at the aquarium. So don't listen to it yet. Not until your ready to hear me pour everything out." 

"Okay I will wait." I move my hands to cup her face as I lean forward to press a kiss against her lips. "Now I think I heard the boys talking about cooking cookies or something. So while I'm fishing, why don't you spend time in the kitchen with the boys, I know they miss cooking with their mom."

"I love you baby." Wanda's arms wrap around my body as she pulls me onto her lap, and because of the height difference she ends up falling backwards with me on top of her. 

She laughs into my chest as her arms flop to the bed, my hands propping me up so I am not squishing her. I move one hand down to grab her shirt, her hands wrap around my wrist and forearm. A squeal leaves her lips as I lift her torso off the bed, pulling her up by her shirt, and pulling her body upwards as she remains underneath me. Once her head is level with mine I drop her back to the bed.

"Hi." Her voice cracks as she whispers between us.

"Hi." I lean down resting my forehead against hers and giving her an eskimo kiss that makes her nose scrunch. "Right. I'm going to get into warm clothes and catch some fish. You are going to spend time with your boys."

"Yes mom." Wanda sarcastically grumbles but when I raise an eyebrow at her, her face flushes bright red. 

"I love you princess." Wanda beams up at me.

"I love you too baby. Go get them fish." I peck her lips one more time before climbing off the bed, holding a hand out to help hoist Wanda up. 

Once she is off the bed, she turns to walk out of the room but not before my hand makes contact with her cute butt making her squeak and jump slightly. She looks over her shoulder trying to glare at me, but her flushed cheeks tell me exactly what I need to know. I kiss my hand and blow the kiss towards Wanda who catches it and pretends to put it in her pocket. She sends one back and I do the same thing before she disappears out of the room. 

(Wanda PoV)

I leave the room with a spring in my step, and flushed cheeks from the small amount of pain on my butt. She is a cheeky little shit sometimes, but I'm also not saying I didn't enjoy it. I shake the thoughts from my head as I start to head down the stairs, smiling when I see the boys playing another card game. I lean against the bannister just watching them, smiling when they laugh and accuse each other of cheating.

"You know it's creepy to stare, mom." I roll my eyes at Billy as he throws his hands in the air and starts a small victory dance.

"I came down here to bake cookies with you but I can always just disappear back upstairs and leave you two to your game." Both the boys' heads shoot up and they practically run over to me, their sock covered feet sliding along the floor as they come to a stop.

"No, no, no. Let's bake cookies. We haven't done any cooking with you in so long." Tommy grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the kitchen. "Will Y/n be joining us?"

"Not today boys, I'm going fishing." I jump at the voice behind me not realising she had followed me downstairs.

"But isn't the lake frozen?" Billy tilts his head in question, I smile as I feel a warm set of hands wrap around my body and a pair of lips kiss the top of my head.

"It is but the locals will have pulled out their ice shanties including mine, so that's where I am heading on the snowmobile." My brows scrunch in worry, and I turn around in her arms.

"Wait, you're actually going on the ice?" She hums out a yes and when she sees my worried look she lets out a small sigh.

"I have done it plenty of times, I know how to stay safe out there. The shanties will be on the thicker ice. All I have to do is drive there, walk over to it and dig the holes so I can fish." 

"Just please be safe, take your phone as well." I go to ramble but a kiss on my lips stops me.

"I will. I promise to be safe and bring some fish home tonight. Now enjoy baking your cookies. I don't know how long I will be but I will message you when I'm on my way back." 

"Okay, okay." I let out a shaky breath. "I love you." 

"Mhmm, I love you too." She gives me one last kiss before removing her arms from my body, and goes to ruffle the boys' hair who groan about how they have just styled it. Once the front door closes I turn to the boys.

"So how about Halloween cookies?" The boys nod enthusiastically as I take one last look at the door Y/n has just left by before forcing all of my energy into entertaining the boys. 

We sort of had a discussion in the bedroom, but it wasn't really at the same time. It was us just sort of telling the other person our opinion on the situation, even though Y/n was right and we could have both acted differently, I'm not sure how I feel about leaving this so unresolved. I just have a feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know if it's  about last night's panic attack or something else. I mean she couldn't hear me or Billy calling out for her, and the only thing we could really do was watch.

I remember her saying that touching her during a panic attack can cause her to spiral more, but when she was so unresponsive and still on her feet I had to try. Then she fell and me and Billy managed to catch her, but she did seem to respond to my touch. Then of course she ran out into the snow in -20° weather, where me and Billy once again had to help her inside. She was so helpless. 

Oh.

That's the pit in my stomach.

It's not about how we sort of did but also didn't resolve last night. We both had a discussion about what happened and that's all I can ask of her and that's what we want to work on. No, the pit in my stomach is how she might panic today while out on the ice by herself, where no one can help her. I know she is independent and can look after herself, but it makes me happy knowing that I can look after her. 

Not in a she is a child look after her sort of way. But just being able to show her all the care, attention and admiration I possibly can to show her that she is worth so much more than she knows. I want to be able to make her feel safe, comfortable and loved. I have booked my first therapy appointment after not going for 2 or 3 months for when we get back. I know Y/n is starting to go back to therapy twice a week. It's going to be good for both of us to open up to people who are impartial and are actually trained professionals in helping people.

I think we both needed to get away from New York for just a second before we go back and work on ourselves. Have this small time away to just escape, but not let the reality of what we have talked about get forgotten. This vacation allows me to believe and hope that we have a bright future ahead of us, even if it means spending the weekdays apart for however many weeks once we get home.

I look back at the door, nibbling at my bottom lip nervously. Now that I've sorted out my thoughts about the situation last night and our future, the pit in my stomach about her safety today is back. My mind goes over so many scenarios of what could happen, each one of them getting me worked up more than the last. Just as I'm imagining Y/n falling into the ice without anyone to help her, I hear a voice next to me.

"Mom, she will be okay." I blink rapidly bringing myself back down to earth when I hear Billy's voice.

"I know, I just worry about her sometimes." Billy smiles at me, and when I look around the kitchen I can see Tommy is prepping everything we need.

"Well she is a big girl mom, she can look after herself. She was afraid I scared her last night, so she is probably taking a minute to let her brain catch up to everything. You know so she can put it behind her."

"You are a very smart young man." My hands cup his cheeks as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his forehead. "Stop growing up so fast, and I don't just mean height wise which you most definitely got from your father by the way."

"Well we all have to grow up someday." He smiles at me as I pout at him, my hands still cupping his face.

"Yeah well that some day isn't now, so stop." He gives me a cheeky smile when he stands up on his tiptoes, and I fold my arms over my chest as I stand flat on my feet looking at him towering over me.

"You're so small from up here. Wow this must be how Y/n sees the world." We both turn when we hear Tommy laughing. 

"Stop complaining mom. He is still your sweet Prince and I'm still your sweet angel, always will be. But Billy's right, we all grow up someday."

"Stop, you're making me cry thinking about it." I wipe my eyes as I feel the tears start to build up. 

"Oh come here you sap." Billy holds his arms open and I rush to hug him, and smile when I feel Tommy hug me from behind squishing me between them.

"Right group hug done, let's get on with these cookies." Billy laughs as I whine and stomp my feet like a child as him and Tommy pull out of the hug.

"Fine but I want cuddles on the couch, and a movie once we are done."

"Deal." 

"So where do we start mom?" I turn to Tommy to see him now standing impatiently by the ingredients he has got out, when I look at them I realise he has remembered pretty much all of them.

"Okay so I'm going to preheat the oven. So Tommy if you could measure out 2 ½ cups of flour, a teaspoon of salt and a teaspoon of baking soda. And set them in a bowl to one side. Billy, if you could mix 1 cup of the butter-flavoured crisco with ¾ of white sugar and brown sugar until it's all creamy. Then once it's creamy you need to add 2 eggs and a teaspoon of vanilla extract. Happy?"

"Happy." They both start to get on with their tasks and I head over to my phone to play some music. 

I smile when I see a text come in from Y/n letting me know she has made it to her little ice hut thingy that she is going to be camping out in. I set up my phone on the counter, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen then hit play. I sway my hips a little as music fills the room, turning around I smile at the sight before me.

Both the boys are helping each other measure out their ingredients, making sure it is exactly the right amount. Both of them have their tongues sticking out of the corner of their lips as they concentrate on the tasks I've given them. They definitely get that from me, because Y/n has told me multiple times when I cook that I look cute with my tongue poking out. I replied with well it would look better inside you once and let's just say I forgot all about dinner that night because all I could think of was the screaming of her name. 

"Mom, what's next?" I shake my head, clenching my hands on the counter as I rid the thoughts from my mind. Which is difficult, because since we did what we did on Monday night my libido has been pretty high. 

"Sorry Tommy, what did you say?" He scrunches his brows at me, because his question was pretty clear. "Sorry, I just couldn't hear you over the music."

"Oh, I said what's next?" I clear the final few thoughts from my head, before I take a peek to see they have done the first task I set for them.

"Well now you two just need to add your ingredients together, mixing it well. Then divide the dough up into 6 equal sections. What we then do is take one of those sections, add some of the food coloring gel to it. Knead the color into the dough then add about a tablespoon of the chocolate chips. Once you've done that, use a tablespoon to scoop dough from each section onto the baking tray, leaving enough space between so they don't mould together and I will pop them in the oven." 

"Why are you just standing there not doing anything mom?" Billy asks while he takes a small section of dough from the bowl.

"Because I'm the guardian of the oven, and it's nice seeing you two get along and just having fun." 

"You're so sappy today mom." Tommy laughs as he adds some red food gel to his dough.

"I am not." I feel myself pout at his words, which completely contradicts my posture as I try to show myself being unbothered. 

"You are, but it's okay. You get to be sappy every now and again." I poke my tongue out at Tommy as his brother defends me. 

"See at least your brother gets it." Tommy rolls his eyes as he and his brother grab another bit of dough each.

"Yeah whatever. You just stay there dancing away to your music while me and Billy do all the hard work." Tommy jests as he kneads more of the dough. 

"Excuse me. This is a good song." I dance my way over to the boys as the song finishes and a new one starts, and smile when their eyes light up at the new song. I quickly run to the speaker, turning it up before grabbing a wooden spoon and running into the living room with the boys following.

(Shake it off - Taylor Swift)

I stay out too late

Got nothing in my brain

That's what people say, mm, mm

That's what people say, mm, mm

I start by singing into the spoon as I sway my body side to side bopping my head in time to the beat as the boys giggle at me

I go on too many dates

But I can't make 'em stay

At least that's what people say, mm, mm

That's what people say, mm, mm

I smile widely when I see Billy recording me on his phone so I start singing to the camera, holding the spoon to my mouth as my other one points at the camera. 

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music in my mind

Saying it's gonna be alright

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

I grab onto Tommy's hand as I roll my shoulders in time to the music and I slide my feet along the floor spinning us into a circle. It doesn't take long for him to join in and shuffle his feet left and right to get himself moving in a circle. I lift my arm in the air and he spins under it before continuing to move his body left to right it time with me.

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

I hold the spoon between the two of us, a huge smile on my face when Tommy starts singing with me. It only grows when he takes the spoon from me, encouraging me to dance. So I do. As I roll my shoulders I allow my arms to twist and turn in front of me with the movements of my shoulders, then rolling my wrist backwards so it's one fluid movement. I keep my feet still but push my hips left to right  before finally spinning around and grabbing the spoon back from Tommy.

I never miss a beat

I'm lightning on my feet

And that's what they don't see, mm, mm

That's what they don't see, mm, mm

I'm dancing on my own (Dancing on my own)

I make the moves up as I go (Moves up as I go)

And that's what they don't know, mm, mm

That's what they don't know, mm, mm

Me and Tommy are dancing together again, his hand in mine as we both move our shoulders up and down, me alternating from being on my toes to the balls of my feet allowing one side to rise as the other falls before the other side goes up and the other moves down. Tommy spins under my arm every now and again, or I will spin under his all the while Billy is giggling and recording us.

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop grooving

It's like I got this music in my mind

Saying it's gonna be alright

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Both me and Tommy continue dancing with one another, spinning around one another as we move our shoulders and arms in time with the music. I have a huge smile on my face as the boys haven't stopped giggling as I sing out loud without a care in the world.

Shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Hey, hey, hey

Just think while you've been gettin' down and out about the liars

And the dirty, dirty cheats of the world

You could've been gettin' down

To this sick beat

My ex man brought his new girlfriend

She's like, "Oh my God!"

I'm just gonna shake

And to the fella over there with the hella good hair

Won't you come on over baby?

We can shake, shake, shake (Yeah)

Yeah, oh

I hold the spoon close to my mouth, as I stop dancing and sing the lyrics straight into the camera. My free hand goes from pointing to the camera to being open handed trying to emphasise the words I'm singing. I see Billy's jaw open slightly when I hit the higher note, it's not too high but my voice didn't crack or croaky when singing it so I sounded good. I spin back around to Tommy so me and him can dance and sing together as the song starts coming to an end.

'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate (Haters gonna hate)

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake (And fake, and fake, and fake)

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off (Whoo-hoo-hoo)

Shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off (You got to)

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I, I, I shake it off, I shake it off

I collapse onto the couch, heavily breathing from all the dancing that has tired me out. I let out a grunt when Tommy's body collapses across mine and I hear Billy laughing his head off. I peek my head over Tommy's body and see Billy still recording us. My head flops back down onto the couch as I see Billy wander off into the kitchen.

"The cookies are in the oven." Billy sits down carefully next to mine and Tommy's bodies as we try to control our breathing.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about them." Both the boys laugh at me so I start shuffling my body upwards. "Come on Tommy up. The cookies will take 10 minutes so why don't we choose a film to watch and we can eat them while we binge watch films." 

"Okay, what film do you want to watch mom?" Billy hands the remote as Tommy finally climbs off of me. 

"How about Hocus Pocus?" I say as I flick through the films on the TV.

"What's that?" I turn to Tommy in utter shock.

"What do you mean, what's that? Hocus Pocus is one of the ultimate Halloween family films!" Oh we are definitely watching it now.

"Shouldn't it be more like, why haven't you made us watch it before?" I scoff at Billy's remark.

"For that you get no cookies." I try to act stern but struggle to hide my smile as his jaw drops.

"Wait no! I want cookies." He pouts and I burst out laughing. 

"Of course you are getting cookies my sweet Prince, but only if you turn off the music and go and get my phone for me, please." he grumbles but stands from the couch heading into the kitchen.

I press play on the film as we wait for him to return, allowing it to roll through the small number of production company names. Billy places my phone into my lap as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, having grabbed a blanket from the armchair. Tommy leans over the edge of the couch grabbing two blankets from the pile in the basket next to the couch. I set a timer on my phone for 8 minutes, sort of guessing it had already been 2 since the cookies went in. 

I put my phone on top of the folded blanket, which is now in my lap sitting myself back. I make sure not to get too comfortable so I don't groan about getting up when the timer for the cookies go off. Tommy wraps himself in his blanket, pushing his body into the corner of the couch as he gets comfortable. 

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Well it turned out I groaned when the timer went off anyway realising I had to actually move off the couch to get them out. Sometimes I just really wish I was that witch character that Y/n made up for me because I could just wave my hand and everything would be done for me. It would be so awesome to have magic I think. I mean you could magic up a whole ass house with a wife and kids included. So cool. 

Anyway, I'm now sitting back down on the couch comfortably wrapped in a fluffy blanket as I nibble at a red cookie, after letting them cool down. My eyes have only left the screen when I want to see the boys' reactions to certain things, smiling to myself when I hear them say things like 'woah, oh no, wow, run!' It's quite entertaining listening to them as they lose themselves in the film. 

I finish off my cookie, grabbing the plate off the coffee table offering the boys another one. They both happily take a cookie each and I decide that the other two can be for Y/n. I sit up straighter as I watch the witches on the TV screen enter the house with all the adults shuffling my butt excitedly on the couch cushion.

"What's got you so excited mom?" Tommy scrunches his brows looking back at me for a second before looking back at the TV.

"Nothing, just watch." I squeal like a child as the music starts playing. I decide I must do what must be done, and get myself ready.

I put a spell on you

And now you're mine

You can't stop the things I do

I ain't lyin'

The boys turn to watch me as I place a hand on one of their knees each,  looking from left to right as I sing. I decide to just sing along to the song, wiggling my top half as I remain seated just enjoying the boys giggles as they watch me sing.

It's been three hundred years

Right down to the day

Now the witch is back

And there's hell to pay

I put a spell on you

And now you're mine!

Hello, Salem!

My name's Winifred!

What's yours?

I put a spell on you

And now you're gone

Gone, gone, gone, so long!

My whammy fell on you

And it was strong

So strong, so strong, so strong!

Your wretched little lives

Have all been cursed

'Cause of all the witches working

I'm the worst

I put a spell on you

And now you're mine

Watch out! Watch out!

Watch out! Watch out!

She ain't lyin'

If you don't believe,

You better get superstitious

Ask my sisters

Ooh, she's vicious!

I put a spell on you...

I put a spell on you...

Sisters!

Ah, say into pi, alpha mabi upendi

Ah, say into pi, alpha mabi upendi!

In comma-coriyama

In comma-coriyama

Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

Bye, bye

"You're such a weirdo sometimes mom." Billy laughs and I gently hit his arm.

"Don't call your mom weird, you little rascal." I lean over to tickle him and his legs kick out of the blanket as his body tries to wiggle away from me. 

"Okay, I'm sorry...I'm sorry….haha...stop. His words are broken up between his fits of laughter, but I finally pull my hands away, settling back down to continue watching the film. 

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I don't even realise I had fallen asleep until I'm being shaken awake, a small ringing present near my ear. I open my eyes to see Billy holding my phone up in front of my face and when I see the name on the screen I lean forward to answer.

Y/n: Hey, Princess.

Me: Hey baby. What's going on?

Y/n: I'm heading back, I have a few fish with me so I can cook some food for us when I get back.

Me: Wait. What's the time?

I pull my phone away from my ear to see the time.

Me: Wow I've been asleep for a few hours. I'm all discombobulated now. Anyway, how was the fishing?

Y/n: It was exactly what I needed. 

Me: So good.

Y/n: Really good, I feel a lot better but not totally 100 percent. 

Me: That's okay, glad to hear you're doing at least a little better. Do you need me to do any prep or anything at all for your arrival?

Y/n: No, nothing needs doing. I've already gutted the fish, I will just have to descale them and then they just need cooking. So it's a couple of basses. Actually could you work your magic with the sauce and what to go with it. 

Me: Okay. How long are you going to be?"

Y/n: Roughly 10 minutes. I will come in by the back door near the kitchen so I don't make the whole cabin smell of fish. 

Me: Okay I will see you soon.

Y/n: See you soon. I love you princess.

Me: I love you too baby.

I hang up the phone, deciding to get my butt off the couch as I realise it's gone numb from being still for so long. I stand up stretching my arms above my head, as my back arches slightly and I feel pops through my joints. I look back at the boys who are settling back down on the couch and selecting a new film to watch.

I head into the kitchen already having an idea of what I'm going to cook. I grab out a bowl so I can mix some ingredients to make a nice sauce to cook the fish in. I grab some sesame seed oil, sliced chilli, honey, soy sauce, ground ginger, crushed garlic and squeezed lime; and mix it together in the bowl. 

I place the bowl to the side as grab some cornstarch and brown sugar ready for when Y/n's done with the fish. I here a loud crash outside the kitchen, and laugh when I see Y/n stumbling in holding up 4 small bass. She smiles proudly at me before putting them on a chopping board. I lean my back against the counter as I just observe her as she takes off her outdoor winter clothing, leaving her in thermal leggings and a long sleeve shirt, hanging it up in the utility room to dry. 

She reenters the kitchen bouncing her way towards me and pulling me into a tight hug. She peppers my face with kisses as I giggle at her silliness before her lips make contact with mine. I hum against her lips when I feel her tongue swipe my bottom lips but deny her as I manage to escape her grasp. Before she can even protest she is distracted by the boys who have run into the kitchen to see the fish.

"Woah, that's like a real life fish." Y/n laughs as Tommy's eyes become filled with wonder.

"Well it's a real life dead fish that you are about to eat. But yeah, woah." I nudge my elbow into Y/n's side as I hold back a laugh and all she does is look at me and shrug. "What? It's true."

"Okay. Boys, why don't you go back to watching your film while me and Y/n get dinner sorted." 

"Okay." They both dart back into the living room and as soon as we are out of their line of sight my left hand grabs onto Y/n's neck pulling her down into a sloppy kiss. 

Her hands pull my hips flush against her body, a small gasp escapes my lips and she takes the opportunity to push her tongue into my mouth. I sigh against her mouth, as her thumbs start tracing circles around my hips and my other hand moves to hold onto her neck as well, pulling her further down against me. Her tongue explores my mouth and I hum at the feeling as mine starts to dance around hers. Before it can go any further she pulls away from me, but not before pulling my bottom lip with her releasing it with a pop. 

"Someone's a little happy to see me." I bury my head into her chest as her hands move from my hips up my back as she gently rubs them up and down to help calm me down.

"You have no idea." I feel her chest moving as she lets out a small laugh, her finger moving to my chin to tilt my head up and I see a sly smirk on her face.

"Oh I think I have some idea." I raise my brow at her sultry tone, my feet shuffling on the ground to keep me steady as she brings her lips to my ears. "My baby girl has needs that only I can fulfil." 

"Oh fuck." My head tilts to the side slightly as she pokes her tongue against my ear before nibbling it, and the pet name sends a shiver down my spin. "You have no idea the things you do to me."

"Do I not?" She breathes hot air straight into my ear as her tone remains low and sultry. "Well I know all the things I will do to you."

Before I can even reply she removes her body from mine, causing me to stumble forward slightly in my flustered state, and watch as she grabs a fillet knife. She grabs the knife sharpener and drags the fillet knife across it, the sound of metal against metal causing goosebumps to form and yet another shiver goes down my spine. She smirks at me as I watch her every move as she sharpens the knife. She places the sharpener on the side, her dark eyes looking straight into mine, which I'm sure are just as dark.

"Have you ever filleted a fresh fish before?" She makes her way over to me as her right hand holds the handle of the knife as the point of the blade rests against the tip of her index finger, slowly spinning it around. 

"No, I haven't."

"Well let me show you then." 

Before I can even ask questions on where to start, she removes the tip of the blade from her hand using it to spin me around so I am facing the fish. She places the knife in my right hand, pushing her front against my back as her hands grab onto mine. She is bending down so her face is right next to mine and I can feel her body heat radiating off of her, or maybe it's my own body heating up with the close proximity. 

"Okay so you want to start at the head." Her voice is low and husky, she knows exactly what that does to me. I swallow harshly before looking at the fish.

"The fish has no head." I point the tip of the knife where the head is meant to be. "You have already decapitated it."

"You are hilarious, princess." Her voice is laced with sarcasm. "At least you can identify where the head is meant to be." 

"Okay. Well I've identified the head of the headless fish. What now?" I try to keep the interactions humoured knowing if I don't, her tone and her veiny hands on mine are going to win over my thoughts. 

"So now." She gently guides my hand with the knife to the spine of the fish and guides the other hand to hold the flesh where the head is meant to be. 

"Use the spine as a guide and gently slice through the skin with the tip of the knife all the way down to the tail." Her large hand keeps a hold of mine, her pointer finger moving out to hold onto the blunt edge of the blade to keep it steady as she drags the knife and my hand down the fish. 

"Then go back up here keeping your knife against the now cut flesh and slowly slice it across the fish, pulling it away from the ribs." As her hand pulls mine and the knife back towards the tale her teeth find home on my jaw as she slowly starts nibbling.

"What, now?" I swallow harshly trying to keep my composure, shuffling my feet awkwardly hoping to rid myself of the ache between my legs. 

"Now we disconnect it from the tail, do one last slice along the whole fillet making sure the knife stays in contact with the flesh from head to tail, spine to stomach." She straightens the knife so it is perpendicular to the fish, slowly dragging it and my hand along the fine flesh. 

My other hand automatically starts lifting up the freshly cut fillet as the knife glides through the flesh. Y/n's teeth scrape along my jaw as she nibbles across my whole jawline, stopping at the joint just below my ear. Once the knife cuts the whole fillet I lift it up and place it on the edge of the chopping board. I end up dropping the knife onto the counter, my palms landing on the cold surface as Y/n's hands gently push them into it, her body moving impossibly closer.

"Good girl." I bite my lip to hold back any involuntary moans as I try to grind my butt against Y/n's hips only for her to push her hips into me, trapping me against the counter stillingany of my movements.

"Baby." I manage to whisper as I turn my face to look at her and that smug smirk if hers. 

"Princess?"

"I….not here." I close my eyes, my head tilting back to lean against her shoulder when her hands glide up my arms before moving back down as she pushes her fingers between the gaps of mine. 

"I will look after you, after dinner. I need a shower and a clean, so do you want me to finish filleting the fish or have you got it." I whine as her body moves completely away from mine, but she keeps her right hand on mine, and her words put a very big damper on my very high libido. 

"You can, uhm. You can go shower now if you want. I will be okay here. Uhm. Once I've got the fillets from all 4 fish, dinner should only take like 10 minutes." Her hand removes itself from mine, but only for her to roughly turn my jaw to look at her and a small moan leaves my lips at the roughness. 

"Wow you really are riled up aren't you." I roll my eyes at her.

"Yeah and you aren't helping." I huff when her hand leaves my jaw and she gives me a small smile. 

"I'm sorry princess, I didn't mean to make it worse." She leans forward to peck my forehead and my eyes flutter closed at how gentle she suddenly is. 

"Normally the teasing I can deal with, but I'm so horny for you that it's all I can think about." I see her cheeks flush red, and a proud smile makes its way onto my face as she doesn't get flustered easily and yet here she is with red cheeks. 

"Okay, well I will help you out after dinner and once the boys have gone to bed, if you think you can hold out that long." My nose scrunches as I give her an Eskimo kiss. 

"I can't wait. Now go get showered and changed, dinner will be done by the time you get down." She pecks my lips a few times before turning around and rushing upstairs. 

"Okay Wanda, nice deep breath. Calm yourself down. You got this." I take in a deep breath regaining minimal control over my own body, as I turn the fish over and start to fillet the other side. 

~~~~~

"Hey mom, what are you cooking for us?" Tommy walks in as I am placing a pan of water onto the cooker to start heating it up. 

"I am making sticky asain bass." His eyes look around at the small array of ingredients.

"Cool, can you teach me?" My body fills with joy at his simple question.

"Of course. Come here." I wave him over excitedly and he shuffles into the kitchen his eyes full of wonder. 

"So what's first?" 

"Okay so grab the board with the fillets on and place it next to the cooker for me grab that bowl of mixed ingredients too please." 

"Here you go." Tommy places the fish in front of me, and I grab out a baking tray. 

"Right so what we want to do now is put the fish on the tray, skin down, and sprinkle some cornstarch onto it so we can rub it into the fish." 

I wash as Tommy delicately places the fish just as I asked, sprinkling cornstarch on each of the fillets. He slowly and very carefully starts to rub it into the fish making sure it is nicely spread and there are no lumps of it. 

"Okay so now we pour over the sauce which is in the bowl that I made earlier and sprinkle some brown sugar on top. Then we simply pop it in the oven for 8 minutes to cook. While that cooks we will put the rice in the water so that it will finish cooking around the same time." 

"Does it have to be even?" I get distracted when I see Y/n striding down the stairs in a tight fitting shirt and sweatpants. God Y/n in sweatpants is just, uh, I don't know why but it does things to me. I hear a clearing of the throat and look back to Tommy, oh right his question. Wait, what did he ask?

"What did you say?"

"Does the sauce have to go on the fish evenly?" 

"Uh yeah, relatively even but it doesn't matter if it isn't perfect."

"Okay." I watch as Tommy's tongue pokes out as he pours the sauce across the fish, making sure I focus on it completely when I see Y/n enter the kitchen from my peripheral vision. 

"Right, now you have done that you can pop it in the oven. Set a timer for 8 minutes then we wait." I grab the baking tray, placing it on the middle shelf of the oven, feeling Tommy and someone else watching my every move.

"Do we need to do anything else?"

"Yes. About halfway through we need to baste it, then again when we take it out. Then we sprinkle coriander, scallions and slices of chilli on top of it and it is ready to serve." 

"Cool. So shall we wash our hands and get the other stuff ready." 

"Sure." 

"Love you mom. Thank you for showing me."

"Of course angel."

I look up to see Y/n looking at me with a fuzzy smile on her face but I scrunch my brows slightly when I see a little bit of sadness in her features. I tilt my head in question, only earning a sad smile from her but her eyes don't seem to be looking at me. I turn my head following her line of sight, and when I see Tommy I realise what's going on. I walk over to her wrapping my arms around her waist. 

"You're really missing them today aren't you?" Y/n's arms wrap around my neck pulling me closer as she leans back against the counter. 

"I am. But my moods are all over the place today. One minute I'm happy, excited but also calm. Next I can't take my eyes off you. Then the next moment it hits me like a tonne of bricks." I rest my chin on her sternum to look up at her.

"Is there anything important about today's date?" 

"No, there is nothing between mine and Sarah's anniversary and the anniversary of their death." 

"Okay, well maybe it's just because of your panic attack and your brain is doing a full reset and it's just going through the motions of sorting through your thoughts." 

"I hope so. And I hope it sorts itself out quickly because I don't want it to get in the way of our evening or anything else for that matter." She looks down at me as she says this so I get what she is talking about without actually saying it since Tommy is present.

"That's not important. Your state of mind comes above all else." She gives me a sad smile, her eyes flicking up to see where Tommy is.

"I just don't want to leave you high and dry." I climb up onto my tiptoes to give her a small kiss, not wanting to make Tommy uncomfortable even though I have no idea what he is doing since I'm only looking at Y/n.

"It's not important. I can wait." She nods, giving me another small peck, her eyes flick to behind me and when I turn around I see Tommy opening the oven to check on the fish. 

"Does this look done?" I let out a small giggle as he scratches at his eyebrow looking into the oven.

"Has the timer gone off?"

"Yeah just now."

"Okay let me take a look." I shuffle out of Y/n's embrace grabbing an oven glove to grab the tray out. "Yep that's done. Do you want to grab some plates for us all." 

"What can I do?" I turn my head to look at Y/n as I baste the fish again.

"Could you do the rice baby?"

"Of course princess." Tommy lines up the plates on the counter, and I use a spatula to put 2 fillets on each as Y/n drains the rice. 

"Okay so sprinkle the coriander scallions and chilli's onto the fish Tommy, then Y/n will add the rice and we are good to go." 

"Sure thing." I shuffle to the sink to wash my hands thoroughly keeping a close eye on Tommy as he adds the last of the ingredients. 

Y/n scoops some rice onto each of the plates as I dry my hands.Tommy goes into the living room with knives and forks to set up the small dining table that's in there, since it is just a large open plan sort of room. I hear him tell Billy to grab his and not two seconds later Billy walks into the kitchen taking a deep breath and smiling at the smells that fill the kitchen. 

"This smells and looks delicious. Thank you mom." 

"Don't just thank me. Tommy helped cook and Y/n caught the fish."

"Okay well thank you everyone." He grabs to plates, shouting to Tommy that he is bringing him his. 

"He is right, princess, this looks really good." Y/n lifts her plate to her nose to smell the food. "I can't wait to try it."

"Wouldn't have been possible without you catching the fish." A fuzzy smile tugs at her lips.

"I really do love you Wanda." My heart skips a beat at how delicate and soft her voice is, her words even though I hear them everyday still make the zoo in my stomach go wild. Her fuzzy smile doesn't help in calming it all down, instead I feel my cheeks heat up at her undivided attention as her perfectly sculpted features soften and her blue and amber eyes look right into my soul.

"I love you so much Y/n." She grabs my plate, winking at me as she blows me a kiss.

"Let's eat!" 

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[pristinekanesays]

 🦋 Life Is Strange: Petnames.

🦋 What do they call their partner, what do they like to be called?

 🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 Warnings: nathan prescotts issues, sappy stuff and my never ending beef with nathan prescott

 🦋 A/N: Bored, tired and severely sleep deprived. I'm sticking to actually posting for once? Shocking! The word petname has me giggling like a kid and I've got no idea why.

 🦋 Chloe Price:

 💓 Chloe would probably call you the basics like babe, baby and hey maybe even babycakes as some classic comedy. She seems like the type to just make the coolest petnames in her head and spit 'em out in a split second. (She'll probably call you dude, regardless of your gender.)

 🤍 She'd deep down enjoy those real sappy, cute and sort of cringe petnames. Like pumpkin and sweetheart, you know? Maybe even puddin' but in a southern accent, apart from that she doesn't really care.

(Chloe's just a big softie, come onnn!)

🦋Kate Marsh:

💓Kate, katie, literal angel, and she'd probably call you her angel as well! She'd also call you darling, dearest, my love and probably hon/honey.

🤍She'd enjoy and appreciate it if you were affectionate with petnames like the way she is, so probably darling, angel and my love if I were to guess.

🦋Max Caulfield:

💓I get huge calling her partner broski and dude vibes, no matter your gender which is probably gonna be a little like Warren's headcanons. Calls you by your name and maybe sweetheart or greets you after a while like `Hey there, cowboy!` (again, regardless of your gender.)

🤍Doesn't care what you call her, lovey dovey and insist on calling her the most sickening, romance novel petnames? Okay, it's what you like and she probably doesn't mind.

🦋Rachel Amber:

💓Petnames are mandatory, MANDATORY!! Am I the only one getting the vibe she'd call her partner baby girl/baby boy or..?

💓Apart from that it's angel, love, sweetie and maybe babe. Probably reminds you that you're handsome or pretty nearly everyday because she's a theatre kid and DRAMATIC, or maybe she just wants to show you sum love.

🤍Call her what she calls you or add some little sappy nicknames in there cause she deserves better and just wants to feel the good old romance in the air.

🦋Victoria Chase:

💓Okay big old bully:( She's the good old classic mean girl in public but with you? She's like a totally different person, I mean forget all those horrible, awful things she's done..ahem..

💓If you're super popular and everyone knows who you are, she'll call you babe and hon in public. If you're not as popular as her, she might not put the best effort in but she's still got your back!

💓In private it's my love, babe, baby, hon/honey, all types of sappy stuff.

🤍Isn't a big deal to her what you call her just be affectionate dude (don't call her dude, she'll be like wtf)

🦋Warren Graham:

💓Is for sure calling you dude, bro and broski like yeah you're in a relationship but he didn't ask. Take it or leave it, broski! Refers to you as his partner no matter what, he'll be struggling to call you anything else and that has me laughing a little. (favourite nerd)

💓I feel like he'd jokingly call you dumbass, if you're okay with that probably.

🤍LOVE, AFFECTION, ADORAAATION! Put some effort in, like yeah he barely calls you anything romantic and cute but like leave him alone okay?! He's trying his best!

🤍Call him anything cause he'll eat that shit up daily for every meal, he loves you and just needs SOMETHING!

🦋Nathan Prescott:

💓It's dickhead again, let me just pull out my book of problems! Comedic purposes..very hilarious but he's got some intense issues and this is gonna be like one of those shit love stories.

💓He's not big and open about your relationship so he doesn't call you anything in public (especially if you're a guy, sorry dude but he's got denial issues up the ass).

💓He might call you babe or somethin' else, he's an asshole struggling with affection and other things.

🤍Call him what you wish just don't try it in public because he'll get all pissed off and act like he's never seen you in his life. Like, how dare you be affectionate and loving?!

🤍He's the problem.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

So um I wrote about xcom!Chayanne yesterday and I don't have the energy to do his whole rescue and I'm not in the mood to hurt him as much as something before that would need, but also idk about you but **I** need some follow up from that. Get the baby a hug.

TW: badly injured child, referenced child abuse, hospital setting, talk about a child very nearly dying (in the past)

Philza knew it wasn't good - he'd seen the poor kid pass out, for fuck's sake - but he had not quite realised how bad it was. He hadn't been working with the sort of tech the infirmary has, too focused on keeping the two kids alive to think about the implications of their injuries.

The tablet Doctor Ruiz hands him, though... One kid - the one currently curled up with Roier as they both sleep off their injuries - he knew about. The broken bones about match what he predicted, looking at the poor sod. There's a worrying amount of head trauma, yes, but bar an inability to talk the kid had seemed alert and aware. Bit hard to tell with children, but he'll hopefully be fine.

It's the second he worries about; he had not even realised the kid was injured until he passed out in Missa's arms and, fuck, Philza doesn't think he'll ever be able to forgive himself for that. The scars, the cuts... the last of their splash potions hadn't woken him, but had at least closed up the wounds and bought some colour back to the kid's cheeks.

He'd known it was bad, he had, he swears, but this... The scar pattern, the slightly sticky marks on his chest, the breaks in his ribs... Not just current ones, either, but on the x-rays he can see evidence of them having been broken before. Similar places, too.

There are other scans, too, ones of a sort that Philza does not understand. They show the child's organs, presumably damage to them, but he really wouldn't know.

They still don't scare him as much as the x-rays of his ribs, if only because he only understands the latter; he flicks back to them, and stares in horror.

"Is that...?" he hands the tablet back to her - he isn't a doctor, he could be wrong, he just picks shit up here and there.

Her face is grim as she nods.

"Fucking hell," he breathes the word out; it makes a lot of sense, now, why she had insisted on this boy being on a bed alone, surrounded by wires and monitors instead of letting Missa hold him. "Do we know what happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," she says, folding her arms around the tablet and clinging to it. "If I had to guess, shock from one of the scarring injuries. His biology is... Strange, though - human blood is compatible, at least, and his vitals are stable. I have no idea if they are /good/, but they are stable."

"Will he be okay?" he asks.

"I..." it's never a good thing when the doctor fucking hesitates to answer that question. "If he heals like a human and my guess is correct? Yes. If not, it is outside my expertise."

Philza takes a deep breath, calms himself, and nods, "thanks for the update."

She nods, "I'll get started on the reports; I just thought you'd like to know."

"Oh I fucking hate it," he replies. "But it's better than not knowing; you handle the reports, I'll keep an eye on the kid."

She nods, and vanishes.

And, fuck, how is he going to tell Missa? The man's already attached, and it's not an easy thing to tell someone - 'oh, yeah, that kid we rescued? His heart stopped recently enough his ribs have barely started healing from being broken during CPR, and he still had gunk from a fucking heart monitor on him. Also? Not the first time it's happened'.

Philza runs his hands over his face and, fuck, he wishes he had made that bitch /suffer/. For all her talk of honour, she'd done her fucking best to murder a /child/.

It's too late now, already dead under Jaiden's knife, but fuck he wants her to suffer more. The kids are, what, ten? Something like that?

And don't try tell him that it wasn't the Assassin - Philza /knows/ swords, and hers are a perfect match for the scars and wounds littered all over the poor boy's skin.

Given the chance to fight her again, he'd rip her apart with his bare fucking hands. Or, let Cellbit do it at least. He does have more the talent for it these days.

But, there's not much to be done, not now. The Assassin is dead, and the kid is in an actual fucking infirmary. Jaiden and Roier both need to stay, to the concern and delight of the other little boy, while after getting patched up Missa and Philza elected to stay with this one. Cellbit's off somewhere - probably struggling to pull things from the archive with one arm in a cast - and Etoiles elected to get some fucking sleep.

It seems like a good idea.

Philza doesn't think he can, not without nightmares of a little boy bleeding to death, alone and scared, in a prison cell.

Or stabbed again - Missa did say both boys had tried to fight the Assassin; for all Philza admires their persistence, fighting back on the wounds they have, he's fucking terrified for them.

And, thinking of Missa, the man is waking up. Philza turns his attention there, watching him get up.

"Hey Missa," he smiles over, but he knows it looks thin.

He gets a smile back, as Missa scoots himself up to sitting.

The smile falls as soon as Missa lays eyes on the kid in the bed.

"How is he?"

"He had to be resuscitated."

Philza realises his mistake as he sees absolute terror consume Missa's features, and a terrified whine.

"Not today!" he clarifies, quickly, loudly. "Jesus fuck, I would have woken you if it was today. Sorry, sorry - recently, though, his ribs are still fucked up. Maybe a few days ago? Week at most?"

The whine turns from terror to heartbreak, Missa scrambling over with his too-long limbs. He picks up the boy's hand, clinging to it and muttering rapidly in Spanish.

Philza doesn't try to translate, not when the kid is obviously the one addressed - if anyone at all.

"Fuck, Missa, it wasn't even the first time either. Doc says he'll be fine so long as he heals like a human - and he's got human blood and human organs so we should be okay - but, fucking hell mate, I just..."

What does Philza even say? He permits the words to vanish into Missa's whine.

He reaches across, resting his hand atop Missa's. It takes the man a little bit to stop whining and ask "do we know why?"

"Not really," Philza feels his grimace. "We're hoping shock from the other injuries. It's bad, but now they're healed or healing... Easiest shit to fix, out of the options. Can't see anything else, doesn't mean there isn't."

There's another pained noise from Missa. Philza reaches up, absently wiping at his tears as he looks away to the boy's face. It takes a bit for Missa to collect himself up, clinging to the boy's hand and brushing his hair from his face.

"He's safe now?" Missa asks.

"He's safe," Philza confirms. "And once he's better, we'll find somewhere safe for him to stay."

It's a long shot, but they have some ideas of places safer than an airship full of the government's most wanted, at least.

Missa's fussing also seems to have awoken the boy; Missa startles, and turns to him, and when Philza's eyes follow he sees the little red flames in place of eyes watching them both.

Missa speaks something soothing in Spanish; Philza is still too furious to speak calmly enough for an injured and probably scared child.

The boy tries to sit up, only to flinch; Philza catches him, and helps him back down. Across the room he catches Doctor Ruiz's eye - she just gestures for him to go ahead and returns to her paperwork.

"Hey now," he tries to be gentle, but his voice is not really having it. "Lay back down. Your friend is just over there, see?"

The kid turns his head, and does relax a little when he spots the other boy. He still does not speak, glancing around but always returning to Philza and Missa.

"You're safe here," Missa promises. "Philza and I won't let anyone hurt you."

The kid glances between them; Philza tries to back Missa up with a nod.

He looks... confused, more than anything, glancing back at the other child, then at the adults. It takes a little bit, before he raises his arms and...

"Oh..." Philza whispers.

Missa leans down first, doing his best to avoid any of the wires or tubes surrounding the boy.

Philza follows a bit later, putting one arm across Missa's back and, with a lack of space, brushes a the child's hair with the other.

"We fucked her up," Philza promises. "She won't be hurting anyone again."

The boy does not stay awake long, his body brutalised and exhausted. Within moments of the hug starting he has fallen back asleep. Both Philza and Missa are reluctant to let go, but know that they must.

Missa sings lullabys, the music keeping Philza more to the present. He does not have much of a singing voice, so he fetches blankets instead, hoping the pressure will be comforting to the boy.

"He just wanted a hug," Missa's voice is broken. "Phil, Phil, he just- just a hug..."

Philza's own heart is a ruin, too; he opens his own arms up, and gestures Missa over. He wraps his friend in his arms, lets him cry into his shoulder.

If he also cries into Missa's hair, then it is his secret to tell.

[rainingfishandfrogs]

Sailor Moon Thoughts - i know i'm 10yrs late but Crystal's not that bad actually

so i recently got back into sailor moon

grew up on the english dub 90s anime (watch the jpn sub in 9th grade)

had only read the manga once in the past and that was in college; however i just recently bought the first 2 volumes of the collector's edition (just finished V2 actually!)

but this is my first time watching Crystal (mostly bc when it was first coming out there was so much backlash and hate and it made me turn away from it)

now that i've read volumes 1&2 and watched S1 i gotta say...when compared to the manga Crystal's honestly not that bad and i'd say overall pretty faithful

Spoilers for Sailor Moon Crystal!

Usagi and Mamoru

first thing's first! mamoru's age is fixed! fucking yay!

in both the manga and crystal he's a 16yr old 2nd year high school kid! not a 1st year college student dating at 14yr old little girl! he and usagi compliment each other and it really shows in crystal imo

90s-SM fleshes out this couple individually more in the first season and i'm in love with that and they have some really sweet moments and i still ship it ofc i do BUT the age difference got so iffy and squeakable for me when watching again as a grown ass adult!

some of usagi's emotional intelligence is downplayed and she sometimes comes off as even younger than she is and that makes the ship feel uneven and i just keep thinking "there he goes off with his child bride 👋🏽" and it really doesn't help that they animated mamoru looking so much older and acting like a mature 20-something (even tho yes, he's closer to 18 but an 18yr old dating a 14yr old is still so squeakable to me)

the manga is where this ship thrives and it's more believable that they fall for each other especially bc they're on more equal footing but crystal adds in a scene in S1 that i personally love that's when sailor moon and tuxedo mask are fighting zoisite toward the middle of the season (before venus shows up)

i'm massively paraphraseing but in this scene usagi doesn't just tell but shows mamoru through her tears and pained expression that she understands he's deeply lonely and that it hurts her, she doesn't want that for him, she wants to do everything in her power to make sure he never feels that way again

and mamoru tells her that SHE is everything he wants and he doesn't need a magical stone to find out who he is and where he belongs not when she's standing beside him bc her strength and kindness are inspiring and he's not afraid or lonely when around her

"i won't let you be alone anymore" / "seeing your strength makes me so happy" couples are my downfall and this scene cracks me right open

and this is BEFORE they regain their memories i'm fucking dead!

5/5🌙

English Dub

i vaguely remember ppl shitting on the English dub of Crystal and yes i watched it in Japanese first but the English dub is actually really great?! especially when compared to the 90's English dub!! i love Usagi's VA and i think all the voices match the characters pretty well

4.5/5🌙

The Transformations and Character Designs

okay so those 3D transformations are bad

the animation is really jarring at first and yeah it's not good i don't like it but after a while you just sort of...idk get used to it and it's not a make-or-break thing imo now did the 90s anime do it better? fuck yeah! but by the end of the season i just felt meh about them and barely cared

1/5🌙

i remember the character designs getting A. LOT. of hate and yeah i agree that they are too sharp and angular and that the manga was more a cross between the 90s and crystal character designs - but that's another thing you get used to and also doesn't that get fixed later?

plus idk i kind like that both animated versions each take one end of the spectrum with the manga in the middle 🤷🏾‍♀️

2/5🌙

The Big One

okay now the big one - the supposed past love between the 4 heavenly kings and the inner planet guardians that wasn't in the manga and definitely not in the 90s version where these guys are handled more interestingly

i think this subby-subplot that's not even really a subplot is stupid and doesn't amount to anything and doesn't actually make a ton of sense if earthlings and...and moonlings being together is forbidden the serenity had to SNEAK AWAY to see her earth prince and it does sort of take away some of the tragedy that is serenity and endymion's doomed love

like i was going "what was the point of that" when the kings all die and the sailor girls are weeping for 2secs before getting back to busniess and i get wanting to expand more on all 8 of these characters, but that's not how you do it - 90s-SM expanded on these characters better because plot points were stretched out and we got to know the characters more slowly over a longer period of time (plus 2 of the kings were lovers! that's cute as hell!!)

basically this whole thing was shoved into the story last minute with very minimal build up barely any conclusion and it's really uninteresting

0.3/5🌙 (only bc venus dropping a few hints every few episodes was done well enough-ish but it was still stupid in the end and shouldn't have been included the way it was)

Conclusion

even with that though crystal still isn't that bad - overall it's actually pretty good and i love experiencing the manga coming to animated live

the OST is beautiful! and even tho NOTHING tops the 90s theme song that crystal usamamo love theme is fucking gorgeous 😍 in fact all the music in crystal is top teir imo

i do miss the focus on the female friendship tho and kinda wish crystal took some of that 90s-SM female friendship focus BUT 90s-SM just had so much more time to work with and at the end of the day SM is a romance so i understand why the anime adapting the manga more closely focused on the romance more heavily (and that usamamo scene i talked about above is still so. damn. good!)

anyway if you're like me and didn't bother watching crystal bc the hate and backlash when it first came out i say give it a try

it's still cute and still sailor moon and so far it's getting a 4/5🌙

i'll probably do another one of these when i finish S2 (jon and eng) and the volumes it adapted

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Frender Drabbles: Games

Summary: i'd like to see bender acting like a depressed widow, like he always does when fry is even a little bit angry at him. or maybe leela acting as their message transmitter when they're angry at eachother 'n don't want to communicate in person, so she gets fed up and forces them to reconcile.

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“I don’t even know what they’re fucking fighting about anymore.” And now that she thought about it, Leela wasn’t sure they’d ever bothered to tell her. “They literally live together but when they want to say something to other they text me, telling me to relay the message. It’s driving me crazy.”

Sitting at the bar next to her, Amy patted her on the shoulder. “Have you tried not playing their games?”

“Well… yes but then they don’t talk to each other at all and that’s only gonna make it worse, right?” Leela wanted them to make up, both for their sakes because usually their friendship brought them happiness but also for her own sake because then they could stop bothering her as much.

“Girl, you need to stop being such a people-pleaser. Let them sink or swim on their own for once.”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t feel right but… maybe you’re right.” Playing their games certainly didn’t seem to be helping them reconcile. “Maybe it’s finally time to start putting my foot down.”

As if testing her, her phone pinged. It was Fry. She took a long drink from her rum and coke before opening it. Just to read in case it was actually important.

‘could you tell bender to turn his emo music donw its making it hard ot sleep thks’

It took more effort than it should’ve to close the chat window, turn off the screen, and pocket the phone but Leela did it. They could figure their own shit out for once. She was done with their bullshit. … “Or perhaps maybe, instead of playing their games, I could force them to play my game… metaphorically anyway.”

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Like force them to talk?”

“Yeah. I mean, the ship’s pretty small and Fry’s a good enough polite by now that he probably won’t crash it if it’s just him and Bender aboard.” They’d gone on delivery mission without her before and been fine. Granted those times had been when they’d been on good terms, them fighting might change things.

“Ooh, and if it’s a long enough mission, they’d for sure either kill each other or come back as friends. Either way they’ll finally be out of your hair.”

“Or they might crash because they’re distracted by fighting.” Which would be a good reason not to do it. “Though, the auto-polite just got updated again so it should be even better at preventing crashes so… it’d probably be fine as long the space around them isn’t too populated.”

“So it’s decided then, next delivery mission you’re gonna get seriously suddenly very sick right before boarding, leaving them to go alone and hopefully finally sort their shit out?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Cool, if you need a good fake vomit recipe I know several. How good’s your fake retching?”

“Uh… not great.” Leela had never had to fake being sick before.

“That’s okay you can practice when we’re sober. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“It’s a plan then!” Leela raised her glass to clink against Amy’s before downing the rest of it in one go. They’d come here to have a good time so by golly she was gonna have a good time.