#then again I also got scared from turning the radio on today so you know maybe just me

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

heard our very reserved dog bark yesterday and it scared the shit out of me

Loud Singular Bark

[lavouredior]

u should doooo bunny!reader x vox 🤭🔮

🔮anon is coming for everyone atp but i have the most perfect idea for this one !!

warnings: bunny!reader is sensitive, vox . . . is not the most reliable with being nice 24/7, not proofread, vox refers to reader as baby, valentino is his own warning, bunny is short as hell

Cry Bunny

“i’m just saying that the little conejita would make a ton of money” vox just blinked at valentino after that sentence. you were sitting on vox’s lap during one of the vee’s meetings. you didn’t much care for the conversations and you didn’t really pay attention to half the things they said. then again vox also distracted you anyway he could especially because when velvette was late, like today, valentino’s attention always was turned to you.

“you’re not making my girlfriend a porn star val.” your boyfriend sighed, you barely were able to be within a couple feet of valentino let alone be able to work with him. especially due to the fact that if you weren’t currently sitting on your boyfriends lap you would probably be freaking out over the fact you’re even in the same room as valentino.

valentino got up and moved from his seat on the other side of the board room table to one next to you and vox. he leaned over so he could be eye level with you, taking your attention away from whatever movie vox put on your phone to entertain you. “conejita, wouldn’t you like to be a star?” you just stared back at the moth before turning your gaze to vox which caused valentino to let out a sigh.

“see! she won’t even answer me she’s too worried about what her little boyfriend wants to answer” vox let out a sigh at this. “val. i don’t control her.” valentino thought for a moment before sitting back up and smirking at vox. “then hand her over. she obviously won’t answer without your opinion if she’s still with you.” vox rolled his eyes before sighing again. “val-” the moth immediately cut him off. “vox you know i’m right.”

vox made eye contact with you as you were still staring at him before picking you up and putting you on valentino’s lap which immediately caused you to reach back out for vox. valentino used one set of hands to move you so you looked at him and another set to hold your hips. “look at me little conejita.”

you looked at valentino, but not for long as your vision started to get blurry due to tears welling up in your eyes. valentino sighed “i forgot how much of a cry baby this little conejita is.” he picked you up and set u down on your feet right in front of vox. who expected you to immediately climb back onto his lap for comfort. but to his surprise when he reached out to you he was met with the sound of a thump.

vox did research on bunnies when he first started going out with you. one of the main things he learned is that when a bunny thumps it’s basically a big “fuck you”. he was glad you never did it to him before so you can imagine his surprise when you thump at him for the first time.

“baby.” your boyfriend said lowly. valentino pissed him off half the time to begin with, but now you thumping at him too? he tried to remain calm but his patience was thinning. “the little conejita has never thumped at me.” he was right, you never would dare thump at valentino, he scared you too much. vox scared you at times too, but you were still upset about him just giving you to valentino that you thumped at him again.

vox didn’t know what to do at this point, you were usually his well behaved little bunny that usually never caused trouble, he’s only needed to punish you once and that’s because he had caught you chatting with the radio demon. so he was quite surprised to see his baby bunny thumping at him. especially when he’s trying to calm down the crying that was still coming from you.

he took a deep breath before picking up your much smaller figure and bringing you back onto his lap. “hey.” he said in a stern but still comforting tone, it wasn’t until he noticed you not paying any attention to him that he got a little louder. “hey!” you immediately looked up at him sniffling.

he sighed before looking over at his business partner and signaling him to leave. “i’m trying to be nice to you here baby, but you’re making it hard when you’re not even paying attention to me.” he said it in his more comforting tone trying not to work you up more as he hates the sight of you crying. “what’s with the thumping? you don’t do that with me i thought?”

you shook your head trying to wipe away your tears but more just came flooding down afterwards “you gave me to valentino. i don’t like valentino.” he let out another sigh before kissing your forehead and pulling you into him. “i know baby, but the thumping is not okay. not with me okay? you wanna thump you can thump at valentino all you want.”

you shook your head again, why couldn’t he understand you were scared and he gave you to the reason you were so scared? vox stood up and set you down next to his chair. you looked up at him confused before you heard a thump. which caused you to just stand there confused.

“see baby? it’s not so fun to be thumped at hmm?” you shook your head at his comment immediately moving to try and get comfort again. grabbing onto his waist as it was level to your chest due to the height difference. vox sat back down and pulled you back onto his lap. “we done thumping now?” you nodded and vox immediately pulled you closer so that your head laid against his chest. “good because i have to deal with valentino being pissy all the time i don’t need my baby thumping at me all the time to add onto that.”

[veritable-trash]

maybe it's never truly over

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader(nickname used but no descriptors!)

Summary: It's been a long time since you've seen each other. For you it hasn't been long enough but for Miguel things are a bit more complicated.

Word Count: 1K

Rating: E - for eventual smut, friends to enemies to friends to lovers i think??? this chapter is tame just seeing if people are interested in what i might decide to cook up <3 :)

A/N: alright alright alright like literally everyone i watched spiderverse and have now descended into the black hole of being obsessed with every character from that movie but this one right here????? yes yes i like him very much. anyways wrote this for fun think i might try another series and see what comes of it. this is not sticking to any canon(lol miguel would be PISSED but this is my multiverse bitch!) because there's such a depth to his character that i want to just play with in this story potentially.

anyways if you like this little intro and want to read more and see where these two little weirdos spin their way off to reblog, send me thirsty thoughts about this man, comment to your heart's content about how his body is shaped like a dorito and i want to eat HIM!

also @dameronscopilot wrote an absolute SPICED piece for Miguel so go read that now if anyone sees this!!!!!

enjoy :)))))))))

masterlist weeeeeeeee

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There was something different about today. 

Air shimmering like it was about to crystallize and crack at any given moment. 

Like the world was gonna stop all of a sudden and dissolve into some weird cosmic puddle. 

But not for you. Never for you because even when things felt like they were about to snap, crackle, pop, your life tended to stay a bit boring. It had been a long, long time since you’d felt any kind of twinkle in your life, and you didn’t mind it. The last time things had fizzled like that you’d been left a bit shattered yourself. 

Even still, the niggle at the nape of your neck wouldn’t let up. even the sidewalk seemed to wobble under your feet as you traversed the packed streets of Nueva York. Your palms can’t help but start sweating, heart kicking up its pace as the people around you seem to crowd and crowd and crowd. 

Alley. You need to find an alley and fucking breath. 

You turn in fast on the tight corridor, the smell of garbage helping to clear the dizziness in your head but it still isn’t gone. The feelings still there. Why won’t it just fucking leave you-

“Lyla I got it. Just check the other dimensions and report back to me I haven’t seen any signs of them here.”

And now you know why this an entire day has been like walking through jelly.

Because the second Miguel O’Hara turns around and sees you, everything absolutely shatters.

It’s been years, maybe over a decade since he’s seen you, but you’ve seen plenty of him. The magazines, the news, online, every god damn street corner of this godforsaken city conveniently reminds you of this Dorito-shaped dip shit man. 

Nothing changes in his demeanor, to an unseasoned eye, but you remember Miguel from before. Gabe’s older brother Miguel, mama’s boy Miguel, your best friend Miguel, and his eyes can’t hide the things you know deep in his heart. 

You don’t even know what to say. There’s nothing left in your brain, just him, still staring, but now from new heights, with new scars, and it scares the shit out of you.

And pisses you the fuck off.

“So what? You go radio silent for over ten years and now you’re gonna stalk me in some alley like creep? Very on brand Miguel but I thought you would have fucking grown up by now.”

His shoulders tense and you can’t stop the way your lips curve as you sense you’ve gotten to him, even if only a little. But then he’s turning away, slowly walking down the alley towards the brick wall and you realize he’s not going to say anything to you. That he’s going to just leave again without a single fucking word.

“Miguel if you don’t turn the fuck around right now and say something to me I will beat the shit out of you I swear to god. I know your weak spots don’t make me fucking use it!”

(it’s just under his ribs, but only on the right side)

“Bichito, pleas-“

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that. Don’t you fucking dare. You lost the right to call me that when you disappeared on me. Fuck you Miguel, honestly I don’t even have anything left to say to you just fuck off.”

This time his face face does crumple just a little bit and you preen at his pain. Suck it into your lungs as the boy who trampled your heart finally gets a taste of how you bled. 

You turn back to the chaos of the street and throw yourself into the people, away from Miguel and all the bullshit, earth shattering happening behind you. It’s been a long time since you’ve needed Miguel O’Hara and it’ll be an even longer time before you come back around to his antics.

Probably never.

~~~~~

He fucked up. 

Miguel didn’t know how he’d dropped the ball this hard, but he’d fucked up big time and for once it didn’t involve some stupid fucking multiverse drama. 

It involved you. 

You, the girl from down the block who used to wrestle Gabriel and make flower crowns out of the flowers growing between the cracks in the concrete. 

You, the girl who stayed up till the sky started to turn pink again listening to him rant on and on about his shitty dad and his shitty life.

You, his Bichito, his little bug, his best friend, the center of what he thought was his tiny little universe so many years ago. 

But he’d left that behind. Thought that he could find something else, find something better, finally be happy in ways he’d never even dreamed of.

And look at where it had gotten him. 

He wasn’t ever supposed to run into you again. He was supposed to be vigilant, cautious, knew that running into you would derail him a thousand times over and he had bigger things to be focusing on. Multiverse-altering, dimension-destroying things to focus on.

Yet the universe had dropped you both in that alley and something deep in his chest rippled with feelings he couldn’t seem to find a word for. It was fucking terrifying and he wasn’t going to let it fester. 

He had things to do. Universes to fix. An ever growing mantle of responsibility hanging of his shoulders.

A constant reminder of his fuck ups and the reality that he wasn’t going to let himself slip up again. 

And yet as his claws carry him up and onto the rooftops of Nueva York, Miguel O’Hara has a terrifying suspicion that he may no longer be able to stay away. 

~~~~~

hehehehAHAHHAHA god i love this twisted little sad sack man who just wants to be all rough and tough. anyways haven't written in ages and this character has gotten me at least sorta interested in writing so i just wanted to throw this out there, get something moving, even if i go back into dormancy for another millenia.

well heart eyes for you guys and forehead kisses for anyone who reads i hope your day is a dream <33333333333

[r0s3s26]

Match up for @cryingwhilereading your match is…Mirio Togata

<3 I think you and Mirio would be like the funniest couple ever

<3 Always bouncing off of each others energies and have the same joke going on for ever

<3 Water+Fire duo goes crazy (he’s a cancer)

<3 I don’t think he knows much about music and kinda would just listen to whatever is popular at the moment or on the radio

<3 When you introduce him to more artist he gets hooked

<3 I think he would like calming RnB/Hip-hop

<3 Like Igor and Blonde

<3 Long night drives listening to music>>>

<3 Will give you all the attention ever

<3 When he loses his quirk and is on leave from school he would have a lot more time for you and would spend all his recovery time with you, making up for all the time he has lost

<3 I don’t think he gets super jealous but when he does it's always like “Like Hello I don’t think we have met im Josi’s BOYFRIEND” or passive aggressive remarks with a big’ol smile on his face

<3 But I do think he is just generally protective of you

<3 Like at first its small things like opening car doors for you, moving so your on the inside of the side walk, etc

<3 THEENNNN it got to be more

<3 Like not letting you do things by yourself sometimes cause he is afraid of you getting hurt

<3 Cause after night eye died he was scared he was going to lose you too and you are the best thing in his life

<3 So you did have to ease him out of that and show him that you are strong and can also take care of yourself

<3 I saw that you have curly hair(twin) so obviously he has to do you hair

<3 Has the step by step down to a t

<3 Learns how to do certain braids and up-dos for dates

<3 Sometimes won’t even let you do his hair

Drabble:

You were waiting at the Zoo entrance for Mirio, looking at the time on your phone seeing how late he is, 10 minutes. He isn’t usually this late for dates so you start to get worried and send him a quick text

Jozi: Hey Mimi(funny nickname I thought of) I jus wnted to know ur eta to the zoo

Mimi<33: Hi sweetheart sorry for the hold up I had to get my surprise for you

Jozi: A surprise??

You turned your phone off again and started pondering what the surprise could be. You didn’t ask for anything recently? So you’re left curious what Mirios gift could actually be. About 5 minutes go by and you see Mirios' car pull up and park near the entrance you were standing at. As you look over there you see a flash white get out the backseat, then you see Mirio get out of the driver's side and lift this blob of white up into his arms. He is walking closer and you see that it's actually Eri! You look at Mirio confused for a second before he pulls you in with his free arm and kisses the top of your head “Hi my sweets” he says into your hair “I'm sorry for taking so long, Eri’s babysitter canceled on her so she is our plus one today” he looked down at her and smiled, and then looked back at you “If that’s ok with you?”. You looked at both of them and then started to smile softly at them “Yea, it's ok”. Mirio turns to Eri and motions her to you, “Hey Eri this is my girlfriend Jozi, she's super nice and so much fun to hang out with, and I think you two are going to be the bestest of friends” He said with smile that could save anyone just from looking at it. Eri looks at you and then with her other hand takes yours and starts to hold it “Do you like pandas?”.

(Authors Note: Im so sorry this out so late, my life has been uber busy right now:(! But I hope you enjoy it<3)

[wandafiction]

Sounds Like A Date - Just Us Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1890

Series List | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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"Knock, knock." My sister's voice travels gently across the room, as she lets herself into my room. "Sorry to wake you, but you keep getting messages from an unknown number. They ask if you're still up for meeting today...."

"Today?" I shoot up from laying down and now sat facing my sister. "Pass me my phone please." 

She comes to sit next to me passing my phone off to me, I see a few notifications on my phone but specifically read the newest text.

Unknown: Are you okay? You're not replying? Please say this is your number. (10.43 a.m.)

"Shit." I groan as I unlock my phone to see the various messages I've received, scrolling back to the first one. 

Unknown: Hey Y/n! Just wanted to say I had an amazing time last night, and a lovely time this morning. Can't wait to see you again. (8.30 pm)

Unknown: Oh it's Wanda by the way. (8.31 pm)

Unknown: You made me feel so many things I haven't felt in a long time and some I've never felt before  (10.21pm)

Unknown: the gils say hellloooo. I ddnt tell them yhat mucj jusy that I splrt wit somon.  (10.53 pm)  (The girls say hello. I didn't tell them that much just that I slept with someone.)

I can only assume she was drunk at this point and I giggle to myself as I continue to read drunk texts from her that get harder and harder to understand as I go on. They range from telling me how sexy I am to a ramble about some friend drama. And then one text which is literally a bunch of letters.

Unknown: iralywnttocuagin (11.47 pm)

"What are you giggling at?" Carol peaks over my shoulder to read some of the messages. "Oh wow. Whoever it is is very drunk….she called you sexy? Oh my, is this a new girl?" 

"I don't know, we literally slept with each other Friday night, dropped her off Saturday late morning and then the panic attack happened. I can't believe I slept through the whole day and night." I rub my hands over my face as I continue reading the messages.

Unknown: Oh my god! I am so sorry about all the messages. I was completely out of it. (9.20 am)

Unknown: are you busy today? (9.30 am)

Unknown: is everything okay? You haven't messaged back at all? (9.50 am)

Unknown: I'm sorry that sounded rude. Just message me back. Please. (9.52 am)

Unknown: so Natasha has just informed me that I did indeed talk about our encounter on Friday night. Of course she is the only one who actually knows who you are.  (9.57 am)

Unknown: did I do something? Or are you regretting everything?  (10.13 am)

Unknown: I knew it was too good to be true (Message deleted) Unknown: you could have just said it was a one time thing for you instead of giving me your number. (Message deleted) Unknown: I'm more worried than frustrated. Are you okay? (10.34 am)

Shit! She thinks I'm ignoring her! But what do I tell her? I can't just be like 'hey, sorry I'm not ignoring you. I just had a fucking huge ass panic attack yesterday after getting home and have only just woken up.' No that would scare her away. She doesn't need to know about that.

"Can you help me message her so she doesn't get angry for the radio silence, but also doesn't run away?" I timidly ask my sister. Instead of replying she snatches my phone, types something in and passes it back. Oh god. I look down to see what she has said.

Y/n: Hey, I am so sorry. I got home and my sister surprised me with a surprise visit, and she made me turn my phone off so I could spend some 'quality' time with her. We stayed up way too late and I've only just woken up. (11.24 am)

Oh. That's not so bad. Carol places her hand on my back, rubbing it up and down for a few minutes while we sit in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you." It's the only thing I can say to her about yesterday and this morning.

"Always." She kisses my right temple, and I wince slightly. Okay why does that hurt, oh shit I hit my head as I went down. "Let's get that eye of yours sorted out, yeah?" 

"Is it bad?"

"Badass? Yeah!" We both laugh as she hoists me off the bed playfully shoving my back so I walk towards the bathroom. "But it does look like you lost the fight to the counter. It's a nice black eye though, you wear it well."

"Well I guess that's good." Ping. I turn to look at my phone and smile at the message I see.

Unknown: It's okay. I understand, siblings are important. I hope you're not too tired, I wondered if you wanted to meet today? 

~unknown~ changed to ~Wanda~

Y/n: I'm not too tired at all. What have you got planned?

I sit down on the stool in the bathroom, while Carol grabs a washcloth to give my face a clean. As she is wiping it she is looking down at me with those oh so caring eyes she has, maybe a little sadness, but also understanding. She smiles gently down at me as my eyes light up when another message comes through.

Wanda: Well I was thinking maybe going to a small café for a drink, some food. Then maybe go for a walk in the local park that's there, just talk and get to know one another. Then maybe head back to yours for a movie?

Wanda: or we could head to mine? Up to you really? So what do you say?

Y/n: sounds like you're asking me on a date? 

Wanda: What if I was? What would you say? 

Y/n: I would say, yes. Yes I like the idea of the date. Do you want me to pick you up from yours or meet at the café?

Wanda: Pick me up, please? 🥺

Y/n: Of course princess. What sort of time?

Wanda: In an hour? 

Y/n: I will see you then. I need to sort myself out so I will let you know when I'm leaving. 

Wanda: okay! See you soon! 

"A date? Huh." My sister's voice brings me back from looking at my phone, her curious gaze on mine.

"What?" I put my phone on the side, as I stand up to look at my face in the mirror. Well shit that's going to take a lot of makeup to hide.

"Nothing. Just proud of you." She brings my body into hers gently wrapping her arms around my body, even though I tower over her, she always gives the best hug.

"I'm proud of myself too." I rest my chin on the top of her head, slightly bending down to match her height better.

"How long has it been?" She looks up at me, so I move to stand up straight to look down at her from a more comfortable position. 

"I haven't had a date since Stephanie." She hums in response hugging me tighter at the mention of my ex's name. She pulls out of the embrace her hands on my cheeks gently rubbing them, avoiding my eye.

"Okay, well let me know how it goes. Also if this is going to go somewhere I want to meet her." I go to say something but she puts her hand in front of my face telling me to stop. "Not straight away, no. Maybe after month 1 or 2. You need to be sure this is what you want, and that it's going to work. If it is, well, then I will meet her. Only to make sure you don't find yourself in a situation you've you've in before. Okay?"

I'm not even going to argue, she is my older sister of course she is going to be over protective. "Okay."

"You listen hear….wait….Okay?" She seems surprised by my response, I mean I would normally try and make excuses. However, I know she won't let it go so why let this go on.

"Okay." I see her smile up at me.

"Okay then. Now do you need help with your makeup." She points a finger at my eye.

"Please." I say as I hand her the makeup bag, sitting on the counter next to the sink. I hardly wear makeup, but I have it for PR events and other business events.

It doesn't take long for Carol to do my makeup, making sure all of the blue and purple of my black eye is coveted nicely. She suggested wearing sunglasses, which only works if it's sunny; and it's not. It's currently overcast but the weatherman said there's no chance of rain, that's good at least.

"So it's a date?" Carol asks, when she comes to join me in the walk-in closet.

"That's what she said." I look around the clothes that are hanging up trying to decide what to wear.

"You slept with each other Friday, and are now going on a date today. Which for your information is Sunday." She turns her head to look up at me.

"Yeah why?" I ask as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans holding them up against some tops.

"Nothing, just seems like you're both diving in head first." She brings over a plain white sweatshirt holding it against the jeans.

"Is that a bad thing? I mean people who online date, technically class their first meetings as a date right?" I place the sweatshirt and jeans on the island in the closet and head over to grab some shoes.

"No it's not a bad thing but it's like you missed steps 1 to 3 and skipped straight to sex and now are doing steps 1-3." She laughs as she brings over a light brown overcoat placing it on the island with the other clothes.

"Well isn't that how mom and dad met? A one night stand turned into 13 years of marriage." I raise an eyebrow in question as I turn to her, showing her some simple black vans in my hand.

"You're right, I know nothing." She laughs as she chucks me my clothes from the island.

"Exactly, you and Maria met in the air force, and you being the ever romantic person you are, took her on plenty of dates before actually doing the deed. Now look at you. Your married, you have Monica and that stupid ginger cat." Her eyes light up as I mention her wife and child, the biggest smile plastered on her face.

"You're right, I know nothing about one night stands, apart from mom and dad's story. Now get changed and go on your date before she thinks you stood her up." She gives me a pointed look as she leaves the walk-in. "Oh by the way, I'm staying for a couple of days. Want to catch up with people." She shouts behind the closing door...fun.

Y/n: Just putting on my shoes, leaving now.

Wanda: I will see you soon y/n.

Y/n: see you soon Wanda.

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[milla984]

Like Water For His Fire

Summary: When Ram goes MIA you get nervous... but he's got a very good explanation and you can't really stay mad at him

Pairing: modern AU Ramaraju x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: brief mention of anxiety, mentions of marking, kissing, unprotected penetrative sex

Word Count: 2k

7:56.

The sunset paints the sky orange red and from the bedroom window you can see its reflection on the surface of the nearby lake, as the evening breeze raises silvery ripples on the water. Adjusting the strap of Ram’s tank top on your shoulder you blow a strand of hair off your face then check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time: no texts. Zero missed calls.

“He’s fine, he’s fine,” you repeat under your breath.

You sit on the coverlet and hug his pillow. There’s usually something soothing about putting on his clothes or smelling his perfume - today, however, neither his old top nor the faint traces of his sandalwood and orange peel aftershave on the pillowcase prove to be very effective at keeping your anxiety under control.

You switch to a full alert state when you hear the entry door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. Seconds later Ram stands in front of you looking exhausted, his sleeves rolled up and the first buttons of his shirt undone, and collapses on his side of the bed.

“What happened? Are you okay?” you ask, still a bit nervous.

He nods in silent assent.    

“I tried to call you, why did you turn off your phone?” you ask again and he fumbles in his pocket to hold up the answer, shaped like an intricate spider web of cracks across the black screen.

“I’m getting in the car and this idiot does a swan dive into a puddle,” he explains, “fifteen minutes later I’m stuck in traffic in Madeenaguda. Damn road works!”

It takes a little bit longer than usual for your heart to stop pounding in your stomach and ears. He’s been late in the past but an hour of radio silence forced you to consider all sorts of horrible scenarios, and you need to clear your mind of their negative influence.

“In hindsight… not the best route choice,” he adds, noticing you’re being too quiet. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”

You shrug: during off-peak hours the NH 65 is the fastest way back, meaning he was trying to come home as soon as he could. And it’s not his fault his phone died on him. “You know me, I worry too much.”

You also care a lot about him, which is why he doesn’t need to hear you live in constant fear of being contacted by the notification officer of his department - a possibility he’s even less likely to discuss than you are.

“Are we good?” he replies, lowering his thick lashes and giving you an innocent doe-eyed stare.

You can see where this is going: the simple thought of it erases all the previous distress and makes you weak at the knees. You throw the pillow at him, practicing your best impression of a seductive pout. “Mister, you’re the Police Guy… why don’t you figure it out?!”

Ram props himself up on one elbow so he can tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. He brushes his thumb across your lower lip, his personal way of telling you he gathered all the evidence that the mere sight of his forearms always lights you up like a neon sign powered by libido. You’re not mad at him - you’re horny for him.

Cheeky bastard.

Needless to say, his shirt has to go; you unfasten the entire row of buttons in a heartbeat and help him take it off. ‘Mouthwatering’ is the word to describe his bare chest, and how on earth does he manage to still look steaming hot after spending a full day at work and a ridiculous amount of time in his car is beyond you.

You nibble on his earlobe before you lick him below the jaw, descending along his Adam’s apple, the muscles of his neck and the dimple between the collarbones. 

You could spend the whole evening teasing his nipples, forced to contain the urge to sink your teeth into his skin because he’s so sensitive he would scream in pain if you bit him; his petite buds harden at the lightest touch so you circle the areolas with the tip of your tongue and suck delicately, twirling a few dark hairs on his navel around your fingers.

“I’m happy you’re here,” you whisper.

His palm caresses your nape, then his mouth reaches yours and you both engage in a playful competition for dominance: now that he’s in your arms you only want to hold him tight and tell him everything’s alright, but he’s impetuous and clings to you as if you’re pure spring water, bound to tame the fire raging inside of him.

There’s no doubt he figured out ages ago the main reason why you wear his clothes or hug his pillow if he’s away: you crave his body, his presence, his weight on top of you, and it isn’t just a matter of lust. He’s not used to be open and vocal about his feelings, nevertheless he’s proven multiple times he’s the kind of man who looks out for the important people in his life and you’re willing to do the same for him; you’ve become each other’s fulfillment of a mutual request for affection and the many positive aspects of your physical relationship are a reflection of a deeper bond.

It’s Ram who wins in the end and traps you under him. He doesn’t bother to take the old tank top off and lifts the hem up to reach your soft belly; once he glides past your mound of Venus you squirm in anticipation, almost hitting him in the chin.

He smirks and you’re tempted to slap the living hell out of him: being so fuckable should be declared illegal.

“Don’t make me kick you for real,” you joke, and Ram smiles again.

Without breaking eye contact he puts both his hands on your hips and rolls down your panties while you lift your tailbone to help him; he pinches your left ankle and lifts your foot, placing your leg on his shoulder.

Reality fades in a blurry ensemble of the last rays of sunset behind the clouds, outside the window, and the hypnotic white noise coming from the a/c unit as you let your fingers run through his hair. Having it ruffled when he’s going down on you is a major turn on for him and you’re dying to please him in return, since you’ve never met another man who was this passionate about the idea of eating you out; he’s also into being praised as a reward for his dedication and you’re happy to oblige, cooing. “You’re so good at this, pandu.”

Ram glances at you, mesmerized. The gentle strokes of his lips grow more and more intense, then he starts to flicker his tongue at such a fast pace that your ragged breath turns into whimpers, to which he replies with low, throaty growls.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he hums, his head still buried between your thighs and his luscious beard, sprinkled with a little gray, rubbing so well on your clit.

You grab a big chunk of his hair at the roots and tug to draw his attention, careful not to hurt him. In your private system of non verbal communication it’s a signal to stop, so he rises to his knees and leans forward for a kiss. You love to taste your ‘sweet nectar’ (as it was referred to in many of the romance novels you read as a teenager) on his mouth; your adult consciousness knows it’s salty, tangy and it’s got a hint of musk to it - still, it’s you and he always enjoys it like you’re a delicious treat.

You also know another part of him is hungry for you, so you make him lay on his back to undo his trousers and pull them down, together with his underwear. He’s hard and impatient, aching to have you wrapped around him. Half of you wants to put you both out of your misery, the other half is determined to take full advantage of your position: you steady yourself on the headboard and straddle him, but first you tuck his leaking cock against his stomach.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you mumble as you slowly buck your hips, moving up and down his length.

This is plain torture for Ram and he clasps his hands at the old tank top, squeezing like a schoolboy who’s just discovered the amazing, silky roundness of your breasts. He’s adorable when his self-control begins to falter and soon his deep groans make you so wet it hurts.

“Jaanu…” he whines, desperate for release.

Using the headboard to keep your balance you guide him to the right spot before you lower yourself onto him. It’s your turn to fondle his chest and play with the dark trail of fuzz blossoming on his sternum and plunging to his groin; every time you separate you can’t stand to be apart and it’s not long before you grind on him to feel his coarse hair tickle your sensitive skin.

You look at him, his beautiful eyes closed and his teeth biting on his lips. He’s holding you so tight by the waist you’re sure he’ll leave a couple of marks and they’re all signs he’s trying to hold back. “I-I’m–”

“Do it,” you cut him off while you pick up your speed.

Ram throws his head backwards and it’s a sight to behold: his usual, brooding self disappears and all that’s visible on his face is peace and content, even if it lasts for a few seconds. You don’t stop rocking your hips until a familiar warmth flows inside of you, and moments later he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you close.

He lifts his knees to dig his feet into the mattress and starts thrusting, set on a mission to give you one of the best orgasms of your life; he drinks the pure pleasure you’re pouring into his mouth with your loud moans, which he eagerly accepts as an incentive to pound you harder and faster.

“I want to make you come,” he mutters on your lips.

The power he has over you is unexplainable: his voice is what sends you over the edge in the end, gasping for air when a powerful jolt of ecstasy hits you and the tension leaving your body almost causes you to collapse on top of him. In fact you flop on your side, breathless and drained of the energy required to pass for a living and functioning human being; your brain is still engaged in the aftermath of the Big O and the single detail you’re able to process is one of your legs, resting across his lap.

Ram snaps out of the post-coital stupor first, in time to pick his shirt off the floor and help you clean your inner thighs - saving you both the trouble of dealing with a complete mess later. The pensive frown is back and you wipe away the shiny trickle of sweat running down his temple, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing he doesn’t seem to notice. 

Once he’s finished cleaning himself up he fixes his trousers in a hurry throwing the shirt back on the floor to snuggle against you, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders to trace the outline of his muscles using your fingertips.

“Excuse me… what?!” you laugh, since he’s got his face pressed on your bosom and the words come out muffled if he speaks.

“I think I love you, bangaaram,” he repeats, tilting his head up.

Your heart skips a beat.

He looks at you with his brooding expression again, so you find yourself lost in his dark, soulful eyes for the longest instant. Then you cup his face in your hands and rub your nose against his, kissing him so lightly that your touch is like April rain on his mouth.

“I love you too, Ram.”

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CUPID'S CALLING FOR A HOMICIDE

“Soon, hearts will be broken and the damage, severe

You'll fall headless over heels once the 14th is here!”

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! This was supposed to be a sort of My bloody valentine - themed lil thing (hence the title and, well, yeah), but i ended up straying from the initial idea and wrote this! There's a few lyrics from Ice nine kills' 'Take your pick' in the end, because, well, i just had to add it, i fucking love that song.

Its not necessarily an X reader but it's scarecrow and you're there so i... guess it counts?

WARNINGS / NOTES: Death, uh, fear toxin, scarecrow's barely there, this is... an intro of sorts if i end up continuing this, Harry Warden is my husband,

word count: 1,5k

Fuck’s sake. You forgot what day it was. Stepping out of your apartment, you were met with red and pink decorations throughout the street, some even advertising valentine’s day themed sales. “There you are!” Your friend’s voice interrupted your train of thought, Making you turn towards them. “Let’s go.”

“Remind me again why I even bothered to get out of bed today?” You joked, following your friend as they walked up to their car.

“’Cause you love me.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” You sat inside the car, turning the radio up.

“Hey! You do and you know it.”

“So, where are we off to?” You asked as your friend turned the engine on, and started to drive.

“The corn maze! I’ve heard a few friends talk about going there with their partners tonight after dark. You know, to do that whole ‘ohhh I’m so scared if only there was someone to protect me’ thing.” Your friend did a fake gagging motion and laughed. “Plus it seems like a nice spot to go to and just… talk, you know? We could also look at stars, since there’s little to no light pollution there.”

“Sounds good.”

The car ride was filled with comfortable silence from that point on, excluding the radio, which was playing sappy love songs. It wasn’t much longer than 30 minutes when you arrived in front of the large corn maze, next to a few other cars. “I always forget how early it gets dark these days.” Your friend commented, getting out of the car with you.

Well, There you two were, in the dark foggy night. You sighed, turning to look at your friend as they spoke, “Off to the corn maze it is.” Your friend simply stated, adjusting their scarf.

“As much as I don’t like valentine’s day, I feel kind of bad about this.” You admitted. Sure, you did dislike the ‘holiday’ but that wasn’t a reason to prank other people trying to enjoy it. On halloween it was different – getting scared by others was pretty much expected on that day, but Valentine’s day? Never.

“Well, we don’t have to scare them. We could go to the farm house behind it.”

“There’s a farm house there?” You asked, turning to look at your friend.

“Yeah. Abandoned, as far as I can tell. Couple of my friends hung out there a few weeks ago – seemed like a pretty nice spot.”

“Uh-huh…” you mumbled, following close behind as your friend walked into the maze. It looked as if the fog was somehow stronger inside the maze, but that could’ve just been your imagination. Maybe there was a fog machine hidden somewhere? For extra spooks? That’s when a bitter smell caught your attention.

“Is it just me or does it smell weird here?”

Your friend thought for a while. “No, I smell it too. Smells… damp? In a way?”

“No way, it smells like cough medicine.”

“You got to go get your nose checked up.” Your friend laughed.

The rest of the walk with your friend was filled with comfortable silence, up until around 15 minutes later when your friend stopped walking and turned to face you. “It’s fucking cold.”

You chuckled at their comment, “I know right. Where’s that damn farm?”.

“About that.” your friend nervously laughed.

You sighed, “Oh my god, Where the fuck are we?”. It wasn’t cold per say, but you needed to find a place to warm up, And the place was honestly starting to creep you out.

“Do I look like a regular corn-maze goer? I don’t know.”

“God damnit.”

“Can’t we just like… pick a direction and go through the corn?” Your friend suggested, pointing to a random drection.

You raised your brows, looking at your friend a bit doubtfully. “And get beat up for damaging someone’s crop?”

They thought for a moment. “...Fair. Allright, How about we just pick a direction and stick to the path closest to it?” They smiled, trying to make the situation feel a bit lighter.

“Left?”

“Left.”

Corn mazes weren’t scary. You’ve gone to a bunch of them before, especially during halloween. Sure, sometimes the scarecrows managed to creep you out a little , but that wasn’t-

“SHIT-” your friend shrieked, making you look in their direction, alarmed. They stumbled backwards, tripping on a pink backpack on the ground.

“What is it?” You asked, quickly running to them to check they were ok.

“That fucking scarecrow just moved I swear to god.” They ran their hand through their hair, keeping their eyes on the scarecrow.

“Okay, okay, let’s just… Get out, okay? It was probably the wind.”

“...Yeah, probably. Let’s go.” And off you went. Your surroundings never seemed to change, but that was just because of all the, well, corn, the occasional scarecrow and the fog that seemed to surround the entire maze.

“Oh hey look, it’s your buddy.” You laughed, patting a new, red-clothed scarecrow as you walked past.

“Ha-Ha, very funny. You should be a comedian.”

“I know I’m hilarious. Hey, take a pic of me posing with it.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nah.” You said, handing them your phone. You posed next to the scarecrow, holding up a peace sign and smiling.

“Done.” Your friend handed you your phone. “Let’s get out, yeah?”

“Yeah. Weird how many scarecrows there are here.”

You didn’t know if it was because both of you were nervous or just tired, but it felt like you had been walking for an hour, despite it probably only being 10 minutes, until your friend spoke again to break the silence, “God damn it, we’re here again.”

“’Again’?”

“It’s the same backpack I tripped on. Look, the exact same. It even has the shoeprint from my shoe.” Your friend said, to which you hummed in response. “I guess this means we should choose a new path.” They suggested, but you didn’t pay attention, too deep in thought. Out of curiosity, you turned around to look for the scarecrow which had scared your friend. It was supposed to be here, after all. Your friend wouldn’t mind you scaring them a little by moving them around, right?

“...Remember when you said you saw the scarecrow move?” You asked, anxiety pooling in your gut.

“Yeah?”

You pointed towards the earlier scarecrow’s spot, “Look.” The scarecrow’s spot empty, aside from a few strands of hay on the ground.

“Oh.”

“...Yeah, Let’s Get the fuck out.”

It wasn’t any easier than before. Every path looked the same, and it was hard to look for a possible exit when all you could see was corn and scarecrows, with an occasional crow. Weird how the crows weren’t scared of the scarecrows, you thought. Your thoughts were interrupted by your friend speaking, “Well, if we get stuck here, at least we won’t run out of food.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Sorry.”

You sighed. “It’s okay – I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Same here. I blame the spiders.”

“The spiders? There hasn’t been a single spider here so far.”

“Yes, there has? There’s a few right there, next to you.”

You looked down, expecting to see these said spiders, only to be met with nothing. “Man, I think you’re hallucinating. There aren’t any spiders there.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.”

God, this smell is giving me a headache, you thought, rubbing your temples. Was it the dark that was making these paths seem more and more narrow the farther you two walked? It felt suffocating, almost.

“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore, please get rid of those fuking spiders.”

“I literally cannot see any spiders here.”

“Stop fucking lying. They’re right there, between us. There’s like, a hundred.”

“No there isn’t-”

“Stop. Lying.”

“I-”

“If you don’t get rid of them, I swear to god I’ll find my way out of here and get you out only in the morning.” They threatened, pointing at you with a finger, hands trembling. “You know how much they scare me.” That was true – as long as you had known them, they’ve always been terrified of spiders. The way they crawled, their mandibles and eyes… everything about them scared them. You could see the way their eyes dilated, and breathing quickened.

“I am so sorry, but I don’t see any spiders-” You started, to which your friend turned around and started to walk away. “Hey, wait-!” You called out, Running after them and missing the blade by a few centimeters.

Yes, there was a blade – an old and rusty blade of a scythe. Seemed pretty sharp too, considering the blood dripping from it.

Thump, thump, thump. Your friends body fell to the ground, limp. A blood of pool forming around where their head would’ve been, had it not been sliced cleanly off a few seconds ago. It had rolled away from the body – your friends emotionless and lifeless face staring back at you. It was nauseating. Looking up, You finally noticed the thing- the man holding the scythe. Tall, skinny, burlap-clad monster. Vivid, big eyes staring right through your soul could be seen from under the mask – or was it his face? Claw-like fingers held a tight grip on the scythe, Vials of bright liquids adoring his rugged clothes. He smelled like hay and cough medicine. Was he the one that you had smelled that whole time? Now that you had taken in his appearance, he looked a lot like that one scarecrow that scared your friend.

“This valentine’s day-” He spoke with a slight southern accent, voice gravelly and haunting. “There’s more than one way to lose your heart.”

Oh, fuck.

Sharply turning, you ran. Where to? Anywhere away from that monster.

[sofiiel]

I Remember You | Part Two

Eddie x Fem!Reader Post S4 - Time Skip | Sort fic (probably) about 3 parts.

WARNINGS: angst. Reader suffers from alcohol + drug abuse. S4 is only semi cannon in this fic. There will probably be eventual smut in later parts. Use of Y/n. Longish word counts.

A/N: Based off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" | The songs : Far From Home : The Sweetest Chill : Taking Over Me : Walking On Both Sides : Cirice : Corrode.

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The work day finally came to a close.

You survived your shift. Though you popped painkillers like candy for the ringing of your head, constantly munching on handfuls of trail mix.

Settled outside your job on the curb, you waited patiently. Vickie said she'd be willing to pick you up. That saved you a long walk home with nothing but your thoughts. The loudest of them.

"But you deserve the long walk home. What were you even thinking, going that far beyond your usual?" You questioned yourself.

"Relax, it was just the day. You're in control now." you murmured.

The horn of Vickie's car honked once and as you looked up were met with the concerned faces of the two women inside.

"Don't look so scared. Steve was being dramatic, I swear." You said. Getting to your feet, you swung your purse over your shoulder, and got inside the car.

"Yeah, dingus can be a little dramatic, but he said you passed out." Robin spoke.

"Mhhm, something people do when drunk. Right?" You question, you could feel the defensiveness bubbling, boiling, you didn't mean to sound that snarky.

Robin raised her hands in surrender, "Jeez, ok." she breathed. "Just a healthy bit of concern." Robin added.

You sighed, "sorry." in a murmur.

Vickie twisted her body to look at you from the diver's seat. "Are you, sure you're ok. I know you don't like to talk about it but-"

Your words rushed out swiftly, and your pulse raced right with them. "I'm fine." It'd been years since you last talked about everything. It felt so trivial in your head some days.

Though that's never what the psychotherapist said. Nor was it what the break in your voice just told them.

Vickie bit her lip and quickly turned around, if you were trying to fight it, she couldn't let you see the mist in her eyes. Robin's gaze lingered on Vickie, who's face was riddled in concern.

"Right, well. Do you want to go home or get something to eat?" Vickie said, trying to brighten the mood.

"I just- home please." you said quietly.

Vickie nodded and without a word put the car in drive and turned up the radio slightly.

Eddie grumbled to himself as he fiddled with the tape repair kit and a radio on the living room floor. His eyes squinting were nearly closed, and his tongue curved to hug the tip of his upper lip.

"Come on, be salvageable." he murmured, carefully pulling the reel out of the cassette case. The case itself was severely cracked, and blood had seeped beyond the plastic, as had the water.

He didn't have his hopes high, but Eddie had also seen far more impossible things happen. So what's necromancing a doomed little tape?

Scatter around him was an opened can of cold mix vegetables, a box of cereal and a bottle of water. A blanket draped from his shoulders. The world around him may have been less damp but even in it's drying dusty state it was freezing.

Eddie wished the electricity in the house would decide it wanted to play, it was in fact on in town today.

He picked up the can and shook some of the veggies into his mouth. Chomping away before washing it down and going back to his fiddling.

Through his head like a movie was a daydream that he'd thought left him a long time ago. It crawled to the surface the moment he heard her voice through the veil.

Again he imagined what it would have been like, meeting her at the quarry. What she might have said. The conversation changed with every daydream, but now what he said remained the same.

Eddie's mind went wild with the details, it was a nice evening that day. The weather was gentle and deceivingly comforting. He didn't get a chance to look at the stars, but he bet they were vivid.

He smiled to himself; It was one of the things she'd remind people to do back then.

"Take a moment and look at the sky, at least once a day, and take in something bigger than everything else around you." she'd say.

Eddie imagined that night, before any words were spoken, they would have done just that; gazed up at the night sky above. That the silence would have been easy and welcomed.

That she would sigh and flash him a nervous smile, ask if he'd listened to the tape, and then the real conversation would start.

Eddie imagined a hundred different things she might have said. Maybe it was a feeling that had settled in for years, as it seemed somehow they always crossed paths. Or perhaps it was a sudden epiphany of a new attraction, having worked with each other for the past two years. Maybe she just woke up that morning and decided, fuck it, I might like him, and I'm going for it.

He'd been shocked that day when he opened that envelope. When his eyes scanned over the note at a quick glance, and reread it even quicker.

Sure, Eddie had a thought or two before. Some days, her smile would leave him staring just a bit longer than he should be. Or she'd touch his arm and he'd tell himself, "Y/n's just friendly."

"She's just nice." said his past thoughts.

But reading that note.

"Hey, there's this guy that's been in my head for a while now. You know him. I kind of need your help though with this one. I can tell you who, just meet me at the quarry tonight. Tell me when is good for you."

Alright, so it wasn't exactly a confession. It could have been anybody. But it wasn't anyone in his band, Y/n could have asked him about them a long time ago.

It couldn't be a customer for that same reason. Why else would she hand such a simple request to him in a sealed envelope with a mixtape.

"Or maybe you really wanted to be someone's...well, someone." Eddie thought with a sigh. Now trying to put the tape into a new case.

He was going to be thirty in about a year, and still his heart fluttered at the thought of what she might have said to him.

In his daydreaming, when she had said her peace, he imagined she'd look up at him with those familiar eyes. She might even be holding her breath, waiting for him to say something. Say anything.

Eddie knew now exactly what he'd do. He'd laugh, he wouldn't be able to help it. It'd be a small chuckle, but it'd be there. She'd cast him a worried glance, and probably assume he thought the hole thing was silly.

But he'd prove her wrong. Eddie made up in his mind that he would hug her and spin her about, or try to. If that failed, he'd keep her in a light embrace. Wrapped in his arms. He'd bump his forehead to hers and say, "Yeah, I know the guy, and I think I can honestly say. He's probably learning that he's into you too. He'd never see this coming. But, he might need to hear it again, though."

She'd look at him and repeat her most precious line, and then Eddie would steal a kiss, and with any luck it would knock her off her feet.

Eddie, lost in his thoughts, had stopped working on the cassette. He stared off into nothing, a slight smile on his face. But that smile slowly began to fade at the reminder in the back of his head.

"You're not getting out of here." it said in the smallest of voices.

Eddie looked down at the tape and cassette shell. It wasn't a new thought, and yet this time that thought made him want to cry.

It was the new-found ability to be able to hear people again from the other side. The return of lost interactions. Familiar faces and voices more than a waning memory, audibly tangible.

Above his head, Eddie heard a loud bang and crash. He jumped slightly startled, casting his eyes to the ceiling above him. The dirty mirror was slowly coming back, and he could make out her shape through it.

You looked down at the wine bottle that lay cracked open on the coffee table. Watching the red liquid pool and, in a small stream, trickle onto the carpet.

Your mind went blank as you gathered the pieces. You'd dropped it. It was on purpose, but your mind wasn't clear on why. Because just as much as it meant to drop the bottle, it meant to consume all of it.

"I don't want to give into this thing, to this place." You murmured. "I'm not ready, but I don't want to give up." you whispered.

Down below, Eddie watched you with a tentative gaze, "Neither do I." he breathed.

Dumping the split bottle and large shards into the trash, you tried your best to collect yourself. Eyes shut tightly, "see I am in control, I've got this." you told yourself.

Going to the sink you turn on the cold water and let it wash the red wine stains from your hands. Focused on the lather of the soap, you fought to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your skin crawled as a piece of your mind whimpered, "Why'd you do that? Why'd you waste that!" in a quiet rage.

You exhaled and suck in your lips. "Don't be so pathetic." you whispered. "This is all so stupid."

With the bend of your wrist, you rubbed at your itching eyes. It was bad enough that you let this morning happen. You were determined not to be reduced to a crying mess on the floor.

"Maybe that's what you need." something foreign echoed in your head. A voice you were not familiar with. It flittered around you like a strange kindness. Its words were soft.

"Trust me" it whispered. "I know."

Covering your mouth, you let your teeth sink into your bottom lip. "You're losing it." you thought. "For little reason other than..." your thoughts faded.

If you stopped thinking about it, talking about it, it would all go away. At least that's what your family said. But then again, they didn't think you needed any outside help.

There were plenty of reasons why you avoided them, your family.

"We're family now" is what Vickie would tell you. "You're big sis," that statement always came with a giggle.

The light blinked from your phone, someone had left a message. All you really wanted was sleep, though it wasn't often you got calls.

"Better check it." you sighed.

"Hello, Y/n. It's Beth from work! I was wondering if you had time, would you be interested in having lunch with Barry and I next Saturday? His brother's moving back in town and he's a single pringle! It'd also be nice to have a fourth, you know, for the conversation. I'm sure you'll have a lot in common having just returned! He's a music teacher, isn't that fun? Just let me know, give me a call."

You cringed.

Below, Eddie shook his head, "that's not lunch, that's a set-up. And a poorly executed one." he murmured.

You gazed at the phone with a flat expression. "I hate fix ups." you muttered. Everyone thought they knew what you wanted or what you needed. It's how you spent half your time in college.

"I promise he's a greaaat guy!" they'd say.

And yet so far it's never worked out, not once. Couple of months at most and then on to the next one.

"Why do you even go?" Vickie would often ask after listening to your rants over the phone. The answer was simple, who doesn't want to find their person?

Alright, probably lots of people, but you weren't one of them.

Vickie words sprung into your mind again, "Maybe things never work out because... you already met them." her advice always stuck in your craw worse than anything.

"She is terrible at dating and wisdom for her self. And yet, in an instant, becomes Confucius or Plato or something for anyone else." you thought with a shake of your head.

"Goofy little genius." You sighed.

"But maybe you're right. No one else fits." you said to yourself, "If that's the case, what was I going to do if rejected." the words came out in a bitter chuckle.

Trying your best to shrug off the thought. Thinking about it too long led to the every persistent self dig of 'what if I'd tried sooner?'

The age-old curse of not wanting to risk what you've happily settled for just because of a chance at more.

"It's like only applying to shit schools because fear of that rejection letter. Then dreaming about Harvard for the rest of your life." you grumbled to yourself.

"Wanting the lead role, but only auditioning for the one-liner." you said.

"Who'd she let slip?" Eddie murmured. From his entrapment, he followed your path through the house.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, set your purse on the vanity and kicked off your shoes. "Maybe I should go." You said.

"Pretty sure talking to yourself this much is a bad sign." you chuckled. "You need someone around. Even if just to talk."

Eddie shook his head, "nope, it's a sigh of genius. Think I read that somewhere, maybe?" Eddie squinted, "no point in trying to remember, you know how this goes." he said.

Eddie fell silent, watching you look at the secondary phone on your night stand. "She's contemplating it?" he thought, biting his lip with unease.

"Shouldn't bother you, man, you're stuck here." He thought.

Meanwhile, you'd plucked up the phone and gave Beth a call.

"Shit." Eddie whispered, "wait? Barry? I knew that name." he uttered. Trying to remember made his head hurt. Eddie closed his eyes, "give it up." He told himself, his finger touching a trickle of scarlet at his nostril.

"Damn it." Eddie said, heading for the tissue box, near the bed.

March 26, 1994

Eddie wrote down a series of cords in the worn notebook that'd become his newest diary. A hand wrapped around his gut, that last tin of sardines was long gone. Time may have stood still for everything else in the upside down, "but that stuff was probably past it's date years before it go stuck here." Eddie thought.

He rubbed his stomach lightly, food supplies taken from houses were less reliable than what he gathered from stores, schools, and the hospital.

The veil was closed, sealed up tight, and he could only listen to the commotion above. Drawers opening a closing Y/n muttering to herself. It was the fifth outfit she'd tried on.

"It's nearly impossible to be possible date ready and business casual all at once." he'd heard her say.

Eddie groaned, sliding his notebook forward as he moved to lay on his stomach. She didn't like a blue blouse, the khaki pants, or the green earrings. Which left Eddie to wonder.

"Whats your favorite color?"

He wrote in his book.

Eddie gnawed on his pencil and looked down at the page.

"Favorite anything. Food, candy, time of year? Night or day?"

Eddie could recall a few things, like her favorite band and favorite celebrity. He never knew why those stuck with him.

"Probably because back then you'd love to have been both., and it just didn't click." his small thoughts chimed.

A soft, struggling smile crossed his face as his hand flicked and swirled the pencil across the lines.

"What's your favorite song?"

He knew it once, Eddie was sure of it. It must have been a fleeting moment. "I love that song!" she said.

He could only remember that much and the fact that it was playing on the radio at the time.

"I was working on the car, under it." Eddie gazed down at his writing. "And the song came on, and she nearly tripped over my legs trying to get inside and turn up the volume." Eddie said.

He whispered, "but what was the song..." and closed up his book. He still had sweetheart and his acoustic. They'd managed to survive as long as he had. Maybe if he played for a while, it'd come back to him.

Your eyes shifted towards the clock for the twentieth time. Dreading and yet hopeful about lunch. "If he's decent, and you hit it off, this could be the very thing you need." you thought.

The minute hand ticked and it was officially lunch. Grabbing your purse, you headed for your car.

"Don't think too much about it and just be casual..." You sat giving yourself a pep talk, examining your face in the mirror of the car. You'd parked outside the newly renovated Benny's.

Looking out the window, you could spot Beth and Barry meeting a man by the door.

Your eyes squinted, You could only see his back, but, "He looks strangely familiar." You murmur. Examining what you could about it, he wasn't tall or short, with a heavy build. Slicked bark hair sporting a few curls and clad in a leather jacket, which held more patches than you'd ever seen in your life.

You check over your reflection one last time, take a deep breath and step out of your car.

"Oh! There she is!" Beth called out.

You raise a hand to send a stiff wave. Before the motion could complete, the man turned around, and your jaw clenched tight. "I..." Your thoughts were broken, mentally screaming.

"Holy shit, Y/n?" said Paul, a grin slowly came to his face, "Remember me?" He asked with a grin.

Pins and needles stung at your fingertips, "I...you're Corroded's bassist, um.." You exhale, "were, I mean."

Paul's smile faltered a little as well, "yeah, that me." he said.

Beth excitedly shook Barry's shoulder. "Look, look," she whispered.

Paul glanced back at His brother and Sister in law. "Um, would you mind if I took Y/n out for ice cream instead?" He asked.

Beth cut in faster than Barry could answer. "Are you kidding? You two go have fun! Sound like you have lots of catching up to do!" she sang.

There was little more Beth loved, than playing matchmaker.

Paul smiled at his family and beckoned you to follow him. The walk up the street was quiet. He stopped before a motorcycle and got on.

"Here," said Paul, passing you the spare Helmet. Fastening it on your head, you climbed on behind him.

"Ice cream?" You questioned, holding onto his shoulders.

"I needed to tell them something." He said.

"Besides, you looked at me like the whole world was crashing." Paul sighed.

The silence that fell was suffocating, even the rumble of the bike couldn't cut through. You cleared your throat, "so, you're a music teacher now?" You asked.

"Ahhhh," Paul lulled, nodding his head, "yeah. Took a music major, found out that they're hiring at Hawkin's Middle School." He said. "so...I'm back." the words came in a quiet murmur.

Your mouth shut tight, "I came back for my friend's wedding. Stayed because of a job offer as well. You know...money's nice after job hopping all over." You said in a tone to match his.

Bent over the toilet in a room of the husk that would have been the Hospital, Eddie wiped his mouth. His stomach knotted and arms trembling. "Fuck." he whispered.

With dulled eyes, he looked at the scarlet and black sludge in the bowl. "That's not food poisoning or bad sardines." he muttered.

His stomach twisted, causing Eddie to hiss. He used the wall for support, carefully sliding down it. With his head in his hands, he shook his head.

"You fought it off before, you can keep it up." he told himself. But his fingertips felt frost bitten, and his head began to hurt. It wanted to steal more of him away.

Eddie looked down at his hands, they shivered violently. Pale skin turning a volcanic gray, nails black and pointed. He could feel his spine crack, threatening to hunch.

He needed to be fast, Eddie quickly discarded his vest and shirt. The Pants and shoes could be ruined, he could find those again. But if the tops were distorted, he feared he'd lose the memories tied to them.

The skin beneath Eddie's armpit webbed and following the length of his arm fused slowly. He sank down to the floor, curled and writhing as he could feel his body unwillingly change.

Eventually the screaming stopped, and consciousness left him. It was in control now.

In the back of the ice cream parlor, you poked at the banana split. Paul watched you quietly digging away at his triple stack. It seemed both of you planned on eating away your feelings.

"Since there's nothing to drink." you thought.

"You know Eddie told us," Paul finally said.

Your eyes refused to look at him, finally taking a spoonful of your ice cream. "Told you what?" you asked.

Paul glanced off, "you know..." he hesitated, "about the note and...thte tape."

You nearly choked, "o-oh..." you stammered.

Paul's brow pushed together, "Nobody was able to reach you, you know after the evacuation." he said. "Jeff and Gareht tried. Vickie said you wouldn't answer calls."

You sat still, watching the split melt.

"You weren't there for the-"

"Vickie said it was empty, so it was pointless. Right?" You spoke quickly, shutting his statement down before it could reach your ears.

"This town, its investigative work, isn't worth piss without Jim Hopper. And with the government in a frenzy over that weird fall out..." You rambled.

Paul simply watched you. "Yeah, we didn't buy it at first either." he sighed.

"At first?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He answered you, speaking carefully words heavy, "It's been eight years, Y/n. What other answer could it be?"

"Missing persons can be missing for decades," you said, shaking your head, "some are never found until they die, but until that time they are still out there."

Paul drew in a breath. "That's..."

Your eyes narrowed more.

"That can't be better for you to think. A grave, a chance to say your peace. That's closure. It can hel-"

"That's not closer, that's talking to dirt under a stone, crafted to make what happened go away. A.k.a a load of horseshit" You snapped.

Paul lifted his hands in surrender. "Ok" he said.

You eased back, looking down at your hands.

"Ok." he repeated in a sigh.

You swallowed hard, and unzipped your purse. Pulling out a small silver flask. Paul watched you apprehensively as you took a sip.

Looking up, you noticed the look he was giving you. And a lie you'd gotten far too comfortable telling, tumbled out of your mouth.

"It's...liquid Tylenol. I...haven't been well lately." You murmured.

Paul exhaled, "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. Both wanting to ask more, and yet he didn't want to push into anything that might have been personal. Tylenol wasn't anything strong, and he didn't want to her about period details. Must have been cramps.

"Well...not to harp on, you know..." Paul muttered.

"How have you been? What have you been up too?" He asked.

"After college? Just trying to keep a steady job. You try and pick the thing that's interesting and good enough money. But get out and find the jobs are too few or too many people qualify for them." You said.

"Other than that, I'm just here. Helping Vickie navigate her disgruntled family, for far." You side glanced, "I don't have much of a life outside of work these days."

"Well, that's no good." Paul said with a faint smile. "Gotta live a little sometime."

"So, what about you?" You asked, wanting to change the subject. If this kept up, it might lead to an offer to go to a bar sometime. And you'd worked far too hard to avoid becoming a regular there.

"Yep, doing great, you only frequent the liquor store six times a week." you thought, soured.

"Usually work, during school breaks I offer private lessons for bass guitar and standard. I have the kids on weekends, holidays and half of the school break." Paul explained.

"You have kids?" You asked, you'd never have guessed that.

He laughed. "Four, if you can believe it. Triplets, all girls and my youngest son."

You manged a smile, "that's great."

From there on, the conversation seemed to move about at an easier pace. For now, you were just glad this hadn't turned into a complete nightmare. Even if it was only another reminder.

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Article in Record Journal about Chocolate USA, bands name and Maria Caso's (Julian's grandmother) contribution to the recording of “All Jets Are Gonna Fall Today”, 23 July 1993

transcript:

Granny helped Chocolate U.S.A. with debut

Marie Caso has a lot of opinions. For years, she's dutifully recorded them in cassette letters to her grandson, Julian Koster. Now, grandma's introspective snippets are radio fodder, providing commercial breaks between pop songs on her grandson's first CD. "OK, that’s all the complaints I have right now,"’ Caso said in a chatty Lone Island drawl during one of her many between-song guest appearances on Chocolate U.S.A.'s spunky debut, All Jets Are Gonna Fall Today. "So, uh, I'll talk to you again later. I'll put on Tommy Dorsey again, and maybe if he's got some nice music, I'll let you hear it.” She also talks about contentment vs. happiness (‘'...Yes, you can be content. I've taken happy out of my vocabulary. I never say that I'm happy! I say that I’m content") and how she's waiting for ‘God to water my garden," offers piano accompaniment to vocal exercises (presumably for Julian to practice with), and tells us when to turn the tape over. "She's the real deal," said Julian's bandmate, Keith Block, in a mid-tour interview from Granny Caso's Amityville, Long Island, home. "As we were recording the album, it just kind of dawned on him that he had all these tapes. So he sat down and listened to them, and he realized pretty quickly that this was something we could use. Bits and pieces seemed to relate to our songs. "Most of the songs were written when Julian was 14 or 15, and recorded when he was 18. At the time, she was the voice of comfort as he was going through all that turmoil of having parents or teachers or whoever bouncing you back and forth and telling you what to do and basically scaring the hell out of you. His grandmother was one who saw things in the long run and put things in a comforting way.'’ And does granny like the all the between banter stuff - the songs? "She thinks some of it's pretty interesting," said Block, adding that grandma agreed to be sampled. "She thinks that’s cool." Granny won't be part of the show when Chocolate U.S.A. stops by for a gig tonight at New Haven’s all-ages club, Tune Inn. But the band's quirky blend of King Missle meets They Might Be Giants pop-rock promises to be entertaining anyway, touching on topics from television teen doctor Doogie Howser's love theories to the desolation of missing Feelies Show. Formed in Florida and based in Athens, Georgia, Chocolate U.S.A. actually started out as Miss America — that is, until they started getting publicity and drew threats from the real Miss America people (inspiring a "We're getting Sued by the Sexist, Fascist Corporate Pigs" re-naming party and the grandiose single, "100 Feet Tall" about Miss America status). They realised Jets on their own, recording in dribs and drabs as money trickled in. Less than a year later, Bar None signed the band and rereleased the album. Already, the band's moved past the old material and is preparing to record a second release with more contributions from other band members. Before finishing the interview, Block asks, ‘‘Don’t you. want to know our influences?” responding to his own question with: "Definitely They Might Be Giants and Sonic Youth and all that. Also Simon and Garfunkel and Three Dog Night. And Jackson 5, big time, back when they were just another Motown act they were great." He seems eager to dispell the notion that the band's spoken-word "Wash My Face" ans stream of consciousness lyrics may have been inspired by Kin Missile's success; the two bands played together once and are friends, but the songs predated Missile's success, he notes. And though Chocolate U.S.A. has a "Chocolatey Good Smash Hit of the Month Club," in which the band offers non-album ditties on cheat cassette newsletters "to all the little chocolatey good folks in America," that also developed before the band knew about They Might Be Giants' phone line for fans. And what of the band's new name. Is there any significance? "No, basically, it's something that everybody loves," Block explained. "It's something that's childish and not very good for you but you can't help yourself. But beyond that, it's something that was kind of taken offhand. As far as I'm concerned, the band will always be Miss America. If not, then I just said, 'Screw it, we'll name it Fred.' " For information about Chocolatey Good Smash Hit of the Month Club, see a band member at the show or write to Bar None Records at P.O. Box 1704, Hoboken, NJ, 07030.

[nathank77]

6/21/24

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Sleep was weird last night. I had many trauma nightmares. I can't tell the difference between reality or not with these dreams without my sleep tracker and even still I can't 100%.

So I set my tv timer to go off at 11:30 p.m. I was going to take another half once this went off. As at that point it had been a hour since I had my eyes closed.

The tv turned off, and I remember thinking I'll give it a few minutes at least before I take another half bc I don't want my tolerance raising. Did this really happen? I can't tell you all I know is I dreamt- that I gave up, got up and took another half and another Hydroxyzine wrote it in my sleep tracker.. and then went to sleep. When I actually woke up at like 2:30 a.m I checked my sleep tracker and it was not logged.

I know I didnt take that half mg or that Hydroxyzine but idk if I was actually awake when my tv turned off due to the sleep timer. I had several dreams of waking up and checking the clock... and when I woke up at 2:30 a.m my last dream was waking up at like I think 5 a.m and I was like wow so all of that was trauma nightmares from microsleep. But did I actually close my eyes for a hour and hear my tv go off? I don't fucking know. I just know i didn't take that second half mg or the second Hydroxyzine.

All I know is I had another dream about gluttony. I was hanging out with assholes and they started throwing jelly munchkin at me. And eventually I sat down and ate a monterous amount of donuts and cookies and I remember thinking this was a bad cheat day I didnt even mark down when I started eating and what I ate.

I wish I had eaten smiley fries and a cheese burger instead and the dream ended. I do wonder why i had two dreams about gluttony over the last few weeks.

I wish the trauma microsleep dreams would stop. I really wish that I knew if I had heard my sleep timer go off on my tv. But today marks another day I'm thankful that I do a sleep tracker. I know exactly what I eat, what pills I take and when. I know about my bowel movements, the Toothpaste I use. And I know when it's a dreams versus reality for the most part bc I'd never take a pill if I didn't put it on my sleep tracker.

I also had a mental picture of a storage bin dropping on the floor and an auditory hallucination of the bang... I think this really happened. That scared me bc I usually don't have this happen until 6 hours or so after xanax once the half life is in effect. It makes me feel like it's not real xanax but it must be.

The day I didnt sleep about 6 hours after I took xanax I had a mental image of my hand spraying disinfect on a storage bin and I heard the disinfectant coming out of the bottle.

I do think I struggled to fall asleep but idk if it was a hour to the sleep timer.

I woke up at 2:30 a.m took a Benadryl and a Melatonin 1mg and fell asleep by 3 a.m or do and woke up around 7 a.m.

Another thing I'd like to note is twice, yesterday and the day before as I had been playing music in my pocket at a regular volume to block the hallucination from driving me crazy that I heard my music very low. And then I checked my phone and music wasn't playing. I checked my car radio and it was at zero... and the next time it happened. I wasn't in my car. It was last night i checked my tv and it was paused. I checked my phone and it was off. I almost cried cause if only my voice auditory hallucination turned into that I may finally be given a small amount of internal peace again.

[saydams]

ok i've had a very stressful week so if you don't want to hear me venting skip the rest of this post!

so, the other day someone rammed their car into the side of mine while i was driving. which was scary. and wrecked my car. i am very mad about it (though it could have been worse; no one was hurt, it was the other guy's fault and he admitted it and his insurance covered everything (almost), and we didn't have to call the cops, and i was able to limp my car home).

then i had to spend 30 min on the phone with his insurance, then wait for a call back, then another hour on the phone while we got a rental car set up for the next day. ok good i handled it.

then the next day rental place never called me, i called them and waited on hold for over 30 min waiting to speak with someone, was never able to get through. it was the weekend, i assumed that the place had changed its hours or something was closed. ok. i'll try again tuesday. (monday was new years)

tuesday i spent multiple hours on phone over multiple phone calls with multiple rental locations all telling me that they couldnt get me the car reserved for me and that [other place] needed to do it. (first i called the person who was overseeing my claim, as i had been told to tell them if i had questions. they said they would make some calls and if i still hadnt gotten a car by wednesday to call them back)

tuesday ends. no car. im starting to get really scared because i need to drive myself to hospital for a procedure thurs morning, and i need to leave at 6:30am to get there in time. i can't reschedule and the buses dont run then and i dont have anyone i can ask for a ride.

i spend wednesday morning (from 8-11) alternating on the phone, crying, and crying while on the phone, which is mortifying. i do end up getting a car which is good.

now i have a rental for my appt thurs, which is a relief, but it does mean i'm driving A Car That Is Not Mine, which is awful. the sightlines are different and the seat is different and the car smells weird and i dont understand the heat vent controls. and the radio turns on every time i turn on the car which startles me every time. also the motor is so loud and i am worried something is wrong? so that's stressful.

so i left my gps in my car when the tow truck came and the guy was super nice and noticed and asked if i forgot to take it out and i panicked and said no its fine, which was the wrong answer, but i couldnt go back and change my mind becuase when someone asks me an unexpected question i always panic and say the wrong thing, unless i say the right thing and then second guess myself and correct to the wrong thing.

so now i spend the night worrying about not having my gps. hopefully it'll be ok getting tho the hospital because i go there all the time but i dont know how i'll find the mechanic shop...? (this is a problem for later i havent had to deal with it yet so im trying to to worry about it)

anyway. today is thurday, i go to hospital, give myself and extra 20 min to get there becasue i get lost constantly even with gps. i can't drive and navigate at the same time. so i go, but i get on the highway going north instead of south, even though i know how to get there AND i wrote down the directions just in case. it takes me 10 minutes of driving to realize this, and then i have to turn around, and now im only barely on time, and being late is the worst. so i am flustered from driving a weird car and going the wrong way and being late and so i accidentally take the turn to the employee lot instead of the regular lot and i realize right after i make the turn but there is a string of cars behind me and i cant back up and i dont know what to do so i go forward to the gate and i cant get in obviosuly.

so i get out of the car, panicing, and ask for help from the car behind me and they show me how to hit the intercom but no one pics up and their are so many cars waiting and finally the employee behind me scans me it with her card and i drive through to the exit so i can come back in to the regular lot and I CANT GET OUT without an employee badge either. so i have to wait until another employee comes along and willl badge me out and then i have to go back tothe street and loop back around and park and come in, then i went tothe main desk to tell them what happened to make sure someone is there to answer the intercom in case the people who helped me are now stuck and she was weird and mean and told me that i wasnt allowed in the employee parking and it wasnt my business and not to worry about it.

anyway i had my procedure and now im home and dont have to do anything else.

(in conclusion: why it took me nearly 40 years to discover i was autistic i have no idea haha)

[crimsonmoonlite]

Loser. - Jacob Black X Mike Newton X Edward Cullen - 18+ MPreg - 1. When Option B is Someone Else's Option A

January 20th, 2006 10:49 PM Mike was still sick as Bella slipped out of the theater. She was going to grab a cab home... but only after she looked around for trouble to get Cullen's attention. He coughed up the rest of his dinner before he took a sip of his soda. He flinched when the loud boom of Jake storming out of the theater sounded.

"Hey-Hey, let go of me," Mike yelped as Jake grabbed his wrist. The human grabbed Jake's inhumanly large hands, trying to pry them off. "Where is Bella?"

"She ditched us," Jake growled, and Mike wouldn't have believed him if he didn't see Bella in the back of a cab. "She would kill me if I didn't ensure you got home safely." He muttered as Mike continued to fight him. He turned around and growled at him, losing his cool since he was hours away from shifting for the first time. Mike recoiled slightly back, startled. He muttered and walked ahead of Jacob. He stormed out to the vintage car Jacob tried to impress Bella with, "Don't slam the door," Jacob snapped before Mike shut it.

This would be an awkward hour's drive, especially since the car didn't have a radio or couldn't go over 45 without exploding. There was a draft from the outside, and Mike hadn't worn a jacket, so he was shivering.

"I didn't mean to scare you," Jake muttered, smelling that he was still afraid of him.

"I am cold, Jerk," Mike muttered, and Jake rolled his eyes, reaching under the seat and tossing one of his old jackets at him.

"It's old and doesn't fit me anymore... Embry's little brother likes me to drive him around, and he gets cold easily," Jacob muttered, making sure Mike knew he wasn't being nice. He just wanted Mike's teeth to stop chattering. Mike knit his eyebrows together as he put on the jacket. The inside was a wolf pelt... actually, it was made out of Jacob's Great Grandfather's nemesis. Mike was immediately warm. He also liked the smell of it. It made him feel safe. "Stop. Looking. At. Me..." Jacob gritted his teeth before Mike quickly looked away.

"Fine... I will never look at you again as long as I breathe," Mike muttered, crossing his arms at his chest.

"You sound like a child..."

"You're the one that is being a child,"

"No... You are the one that is being a child," Jake muttered as they rode back to Forks continuing to bicker. Jacob notices something smelling amazing... 'Must be Newton's cologne,' He thought, not knowing that cologne made Mike sneeze. Jake stopped before the Newton House, spinning off as soon as Mike shut the door, not noticing that Mike still had the jacket on.

------- January 21, 2006 7:56 AM

"Bella, he is your friend. Why don't you take it back?" Mike huffed, still angry at him for abandoning him with a meathead.

"Because I am busy,"

"With what? Moping around for Creeper Cullen?" Mike snapped.

"Whatever, I will text you directions, have a good day, Michael."

"Well, I hope you have a shitty day, Isabella," he snapped.

Mike was a bit testy today. He got some rest as he had slept in the jacket, though he had growing pain all night. Unfortunately, it wasn't his height. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had tummy cramps, and his chest felt like needles were poking his nipples. When he looked in the mirror, he noticed he looked softer. All the work he put in on toning his muscles was gone overnight. He also couldn't fit in his jeans because his hips got wider and his ass got a little fatter.

He blushed as he looked at his pecs. He felt under dressed, so he quickly got into the shower and dressed. Both parties were unaware of each other. Mike didn't know that he was adapting to Jake's perfect image of a body.

While Mike was asleep, Jake shifted into his wolf for the first time. He was larger than his friends and pitch black. With his coloring, he would be best at night, as he blended in with the darkness. He was excited when he returned home and did the hair-cutting ritual with Sam, but he was growing more aggressive as the full moon was a couple of nights away.

As Jacob tried to sleep when he laid down a few minutes ago, all he could do was whimper and pine. He could smell the faint scent of what he remembered in the car, Mike's cologne. He shut his eyes tight as they slowly grew stronger, imagining Bella was in his room and pulling his body pillow as if he were spooning her.

"Dad, get the door!" He groaned as he heard a car door slam, forgetting that his father was up in Seattle visiting an old friend who was dying. He blew his nose and walked to the door just as Mike was about to knock on it. As he opened the door, Mike's scent wafted in.

"Hi... I forgot to give you back your jacket," Mike said, widening his eyes as he caught Jacob's musk. "I um... did you get taller?" He asked as the other guy looked stiff, like he had seen a ghost

"Did you get shorter?" Jake asked, and Mike scoffed, shoving the jacket at Jacob's chest. Making the mistake of turning his back to the wolf to go back to the truck, Jake growled and grabbed at the collar of Mike's shirt, pulling him inside and slamming the door so he could pin him against it.

"J-Jacob," Mike said, a bit startled. He wriggled as he was uncomfortable being pinned up against a door. Jacob was over a foot taller than Mike, he kicked his feet, trying to run away, but his feet were ten inches away from the floor. Mike's eyes were big as his face was pressed against the mirror hooked on the door. He kept eye contact with Jacob as he could not control himself... he half-shifted, growing more in height and muscle, hair dispersing along his face and arms. "Put me down... Y-Your hurting me," he squeaked. Jake took a step back slightly but not letting go of his death grip on Mike.

"I... can't control myself. You smell so good,"

"What are you," Mike asked curiously, not afraid of what Jacob was turning into but more afraid of his strength.

"Jacob, let go of the Omega," Sam growled in his mind, and Jake furiously growled at him. Mike whimpered, shutting his eyes, and a tear dripped down to the floor. "You are terrifying him. Let him go..."

"He wants me to claim him," Jacob said as he ran two fingers against Mike's entrance through the thin fabric of his shorts. Jacob could feel the heat radiating from his pulsing hole, but then a whimper caught his attention. He looked at Mike trembling and looking at him, terrified as he was almost a quarter shifted. Jacob closed his eyes and tried to calm down, shifting back into a human slowly. "Run to your truck and drive back to your house... don't look back at me, okay?" Jacob asked as he opened the door. "Do you understand?" Jacob asked.

"Y-Yes, Alpha," Mike said, unaware of what he had just said or done to the Beta. It took everything inside of him not to pin Mike to the floor and mount him.

"Go... now," Jacob growled, letting Mike to the ground. He took off as fast as he could, jumping into his truck. He flinched as he heard monstrously terrifying howls and snarls. He wiped his eyes as he spun away.

"What have you done," Sam snarled at the Beta before they started to fight for dominance for the title of Alpha. Which Jacob would sorely lose... he had just earned his powers. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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[laurencodyblog]

Daddy, I’m afraid...

The sky turned black as midnight in just a few moments. The wind was howling, and clouds were spinning. Rain was falling so hard you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you. Thunder shook the house, and lightening bolted across the sky every few seconds. From my perch on a chair by the living room window, I was bent nearly in half trying to see the sky - looking for funnel clouds.

These spring storms in Texas would pop up out of nowhere, and in the 1960′s, we didn’t have the advancement in weather technology and warnings that we have today. I wasn’t much bigger than a toddler, and terrified of storms. Even the slightest rainfall would send me into absolute terror for fear of a tornado that I knew could destroy our family and our home.

This storm was a bad one. The power was already out, and a transistor radio was blaring static-y warnings in the kitchen. Everyone in the family had a flashlight (except for me), and my mattress was already propped up in the hallway outside the bathroom, while the tub was lined with blankets.

Mama was fussing around gathering everything together that needed to be moved to a safer location, and Wally and I watched on with rapt attention. Daddy had been outside on the sidewalk in the rain watching the sky. I was scared for me, but I was more scared for him. I was crying uncontrollably, and yelling for him to come back inside the (presumed) safety of the house to bunker down with the rest of us and wait out the storm.

After a few minutes he rushed back in and gave Mama a nod - and she quickly started barking orders in her ‘drill sergeant’ voice - to take shelter. ‘Get in the bath tub now!’ Wally immediately ran to the bathroom, and all but jumped into the tub. I on the other hand, had a complete and total 4 year old meltdown, frozen in place crying and screaming while the lightening and thunder increased and tornado sirens blasted through the neighborhood. I was immediately scooped up in Daddy’s strong arms, and he clutched me tightly to his chest and put me in the tub. I can’t remember if Mama got in with us or not, but Daddy didn’t. He put the mattress over us, and held my hand - crouched down beside the tub. I was still terrified and crying, but he held my hand with one hand, and cupped my face with the other.

He lifted the mattress enough for me to see him, and looked right into my eyes.

‘Daddy, I’m afraid!’

He smiled at me - even during a desperate situation, and said - ‘Lauri, baby girl, do I look afraid?’

I looked deeply into his light blue eyes, looking for traces of fear. In the next moments that passed, I never saw anything resembling fear at all. He was calm, at peace and fearless. ‘No Daddy. You don’t look afraid at all’. His next words would turn out to be words that I would never forget… ‘Baby, when you see me afraid, then you can be afraid.’

Dear Daddy,

I know that the disease that has ravaged you - torments and plays tricks with your emotions. I know you are so confused and fearful of what lies ahead. During the last 6 months you have beaten all odds and have even improved far beyond what the doctors can explain. But I also know that despite my prayers to the contrary, God isn’t going to let us keep you with us. It simply wouldn’t be fair to you. He has graced us with several more months of beautiful moments and new memories of an amazing father who simply won’t give up. And we will cherish these days until we are reunited with you again in Heaven. What a day that will be.

I know you are afraid. But after praying to my heavenly Father today about my earthly one…. He reminded me of how your strength and words of assurance kept me through that storm so long ago. You gave me the courage that day to lay down my fear and pick up your faith.

So I am repeating your words that you can’t possibly remember back to you today. Daddy, the next step in your journey is secure. I know what comes after the storm, even if you can’t see it. And even at 80 years old, end stage Alzheimer’s, and recurrent kidney failure….your future has never looked brighter.

When you see me afraid…. then you can be afraid.

And I am not afraid…

#alzheimersawareness #daddysgirl

[kinz-aeh]

Summer 85 - Eddie Munson

Part 1 (1/?)

Summary: You’re working at Scoops Ahoy and find yourself in front of your crush serving him ice cream.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Might have some swearing, it’s mostly fluff, might have some suggestive idea but not much details. Tell me if I need to put more warnings

Authors note: Hey there ! (oh dear I’m scared) First time posting here. I apologize, English is not my first language, I hope at least I did okay for that first part, let me know if you’d like more ! Have a good day !

**Idk how to tag people in here im new to tumblr, best I can do is leaving the link to part 2 here. Again im sorry, I’m just very confused.

Part 2 ________

It was summer time, but, as expected, your parent’s didn’t want you to sit in your bedroom all day, all summer and do nothing but listen to music and read magazines. At first, you said to yourself that you would go out from time to time with some friends. But all of them had family activities or went away on vacation. Things that would only leave you and yourself all alone for the rest of the summer. So you just decided to earn money by applying to Scoops Ahoy, in order to buy yourself more music cassettes.

You loved music. All kinds, pop, rock, punk, classical, even metal. You had an insane music collection back at home, a mix of cassettes you’ve bought yourself or received as presents. One thing was for sure, you always wanted to be a radio host. You loved sharing music, and talk about all those artists that just debuted and broke into the music industry. It was a passion. But, aside your best friends, not many people knew about that.

There was also Edward Munson who knew that, even if he might have forgotten by now. At school, you two were in the same english class. Back then, the teacher gave a project to do in groups of two. Since none of your friends were in the same class, you were left all alone, and so was Eddie. So, of course the teacher decided to put the two of you together. When he first spoke to you, you felt strange. His eyes, his smile, the way he would play with his hair, all of this would make you feel… Some type of way. He was kind to you, but he didn’t seem interested in the project, neither did he seem interested in you, even when you told him a bit about yourself. You never told your friends about this little crush you developed for him. And, secretly, you found yourself looking at him across the cafeteria during lunch time, always sitting with his friend at his table and you with yours.

You never had the courage to go talk to him, and neither did he ever went to talk to you again. Summer came and you didn’t get to see him. You were working at the ice cream parlor, with Steve ‘’The Hair’’ Harrington and Robin, nothing else. You didn’t go out as much, since working got you a bit tired and there wasn’t much to do after closed hours. You worked for long hours, scooping ice cream for kids and dealing with bad customers. And how could you forget Miss Sinclair, always ringing that bell to try every flavors of ice cream, twice, almost everyday. You at least became good friends with Steve and Robin. They were kind to you and when you had time at the shop you guys would joke around a little bit. It made your days a little bit better.

And today came. A very long day at Starcourt Mall. You had to close the store, and deal with customers again. When you arrived at the ice cream parlor, Robin and Steve were already there, dealing with various customers. You had your famous uniform on, and had to put the hat too. You went in the back store to get yourself prepared and then proceeded to start your work. As Steve and Robin were handling the clients, you started to do a store check up, and the usual cleaning stuff you had to do.

‘’Oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you come in ! How are you ?’’ Asked Robin as she turned to you when she finished with her clients. She smiled at you, but you could see how tired she already was. At first it seamed to be her makeup, but then you saw that her eyes were puffier than usual.

‘’Hey, I’m doing fine, but you seem tired, are you ok ?’’ You asked and Steve turned to the two of you.

‘’Hi Y/N’’ He said simply, letting Robin respond to your question.

‘’Yeah, well tired as usual, didn’t get to sleep much.’’ She said in a sigh. You nodded and turned to Steve.

‘’Hi Steve, hope you’re doing fine’’ You said with a shy smile and he only nodded back to you. Robin laughed a little, pointing at you the white board she left on the side.

‘’Dingus still tried to flirt with some girl. Wanna guess what happened ?’’ Robin asked to you in a little laugh. You shrugged and looked at Steve, who was clearly embarrassed but tried to hide it the best he could.

‘’Please Robin, stop with that. You clearly know its the hat !’’ He said, and there it goes, both of them were talking and arguing.

You laughed a little a them, but then your gaze turned to the outside of the parlor, where you could see a part of the mall. People were walking from everywhere, gathering, talking to one another. They all seemed happy to just spend some time around here. But, to your surprise, not far away, you could see a head you just knew so well. His hair was tied in a low bun, and replacing his usual Hellfire Club shirt, he was now wearing a metal group T-shirt, with his usual jeans and handkerchief in his back pocket. Your eyes stoped for a sec at his butt, the jeans fitted Eddie so well. You realized he was laughing, talking to his group friend, and walking away from the parlor. Your eyes followed him. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you dreamed a bit. How would it feel to just come up to him, hug him, smile at him, talk to him. You felt your heart flutter for a sec. Just the fact that he was in the same mall as you made you feel sick, love sick. And your expression on your face, your stillness, got the attention of both Steve and Robin.

‘’Y/N, you ok there ?’’ Asked Steve, resting his hand on your shoulder. You woke up from your slight daydreaming and turned to your coworkers. ‘’Oh ! Yeah absolutely ! Why ?’’ But Robin didn’t believe a single thing of what you said. You cheeks felt hot, and your voice felt softer than usual.

‘’Steve, I think we have a case here.’’ Robin said, suddenly smiling. She cracked you. She just knew. And Steve ‘’Fucking Hair’’ Harrington was smiling from ear to ear as he knew too. ‘’So ! Tell us Y/N, who is the lucky number ?’’ Asked Steve, winking at you, teasing you obviously.

You immediately hid your face in your hands, sighing and letting out a little sound of despair. Nobody have to know, they don’t have to know ! It’s personal ! You didn’t have to say it ! But, this feeling in your chest, of keeping it for yourself, you needed it out ! It was suddenly tempting ! To just say his name. But Eddie Munson had a reputation, what would they think ? You’re some kind of girl who crushed on bad boys during her rebel phase ? No, you didn’t have a phase, you didn’t have a crush on a bad boy, you have a crush on Edward Munson. ‘’If I say so, you guys are going to laugh at me’’ You said, a little ashamed of yourself. Robin smiled at you and gave you a comforting hug. ‘’You don’t have to be ashamed Y/N. At least if it’s not Keith from the video store… Please don’t tell me its Keith.’’ Mumbled Steve.

‘’No ! It’s not Keith at all… It’s…’’ But you stopped. You were scared to say his name, and be laughed at for your dumb, young love sick feelings. Even if Robin was comforting you. And Steve really seemed to root for you and your crush. ‘’I mean, everyone thinks he’s…’’ You stopped again and looked around making sure that Eddie wasn’t near from you. ‘’Everyone thinks he’s a freak… But he’s kind and, nice looking ! I mean. He’s hot no doubt… But, you guys will probably think I’m stupid to have the hots for him.’’

‘’If you say Billy…’’ Steve started but you cut him off.

‘’No ! Not Billy, he’s a duche. I mean… Not to be mean and all… Is just… It’s…’’ You looked again, making sure nobody else would hear you. ‘’I like Eddie Munson.’’

The look on their face made you immediately feel bad. Well, until Robin came to give you a big hug. They were both surprised since they never actually saw you talk to him. And also surprised to now know he was the type you liked. You hid again your face as you felt your cheeks get even hotter. You held this urge to just run into the freezer and barricade yourself in it.

‘’Really ?’’ Asked Steve, tilting his head on the side. But Robin punched him in the shoulder to shut him off. ‘’Ow ! What that for !’’

‘’It’s ok Y/N ! You don’t have to be ashamed, you have the right to love whoever you want ! Steve and me, we are just a little bit confused, and surprised. I mean, where does that come from ?’’ She asked you. But as you were about to respond, you heard the famous Scoops Ahoy bell ring.

‘’Talking gossip while at work, I see.’’ This voice was too familiar. You didn’t want to turn, and yet, you found yourself looking right at Eddie. He was there, his arms crossed on the counter, leaning forward and looking at you with a big smile on. Jesus H, he was hot just standing like that. His tied hair, with some strands falling on the sides of his face. You heart just couldn’t stop beating and for quite a while you thought everyone was hearing it. Robin silently pushed you toward the cash register and pulled Steve to the back store. ‘’Oh ! Hey Eddie, long time no see !’’ You said, with a shaky voice. You approached him slowly at the cash register, pulling your most beautiful… Working smile. ‘’What can I serve you today ?’’

Eddie looked at you for a moment, then glanced behind him. His friends were all sitting at a table, talking, like usual. He then looked back at you, slightly tilting his head on the side.

‘’Yeah, long time no see. Hum…’’ He paused for a second and looked at his hands, playing a little with his silver rings. His tongue was slightly out, as if he was thinking before talking. It made you feel weak to the knees. ‘’Tell me, what’s your favorite flavor ?’’ He asked you, and you just took a moment to finally respond to him, in a little shaky voice you were trying to hold so much.

‘’I’d say strawberry. It’s so good.’’ You said, forcing yourself to look at him in the eyes.

‘’Can I try some ?’’ He asked kindly, still leaned forward. You nodded and took a small spoon, scooping a small amount of your favorite flavored ice cream. You tried your best not to shake. You handed him the small spoon, but instead of taking it in his hand, he slowly leaned a bit more toward you and straight up put the small spoon in his mouth. And he was looking right at you. After a moment, you just let go of the spoon nervously, looking away from his gaze. You felt as if he was trying something on you. He laughed a little and turned to look at his friends. ’’I don’t actually know what these guys want. So hum… Maybe something we could all share together. I don’t know… Surprise me Y/N.’’

He remembered your name, that made you smile a little more, shyly. You hid a little your hands, feeling the tip of your fingers shake a little after this event. Your heart just couldn’t stop pounding in your chest. And you were trying your best to breath normally.

‘’Banana boats are great to share with friends.’’ You said, trying to hold your shaking voice even more.

He smiled at you and turned to his friend. ‘’Guys, banana boat, sounds good ?’’ He asked and they all agreed.

You nodded and turned to start the Banana boat, but right there, at the window, your two friendly coworkers were smiling from ear to ear, spying on you. Steve was eating a banana, as if he would eat popcorn at a movie theater, his eyes wide open on the two of you ready to see what the next step it’s gonna be. You loosed your smile a second, pretended they didn’t exist, then started your boat. You then remembered your uniform. You thought you must be the ugliest right now, working in front of your crush in a blue sailor uniform. You felt ashamed. As you scooped the ice cream, you felt Eddie’s eyes looking right at you. It wasn’t the most perfect banana boat, maybe the ugliest you made, but still delicious. You were so nervous in front of him. Then you came to give it to him. ‘’I’m sorry, maybe I should make another one instead, I messed it up a little.’’ You said to Eddie, showing the young metalhead the boat you just made.

‘’It’s fine Y/N. It’s still going to taste great. How much ?’’ He asked.

‘’2.90$… Huh, you sure you don’t want me to make another ?’’ You asked as he paid.

‘’How caring. Thank you, sweetheart, you deserve a tip.’’ At this you just completely froze, looking at him and feeling your face hotter by the time. ‘’You… You really don’t have to Eddie !’’ But he only winked at you while giving yo some crumpled cash in your hand. Then he turned, going to his table.

You awkwardly stood there, with the money in your hands. You then decided to move, and put the money at its righteous place, the tip jar. You then turned at the window who was now closed, and decided to go hide in the back store. When the door closed behind you, you almost let yourself drift away, you almost screamed and started to cry, but you hold everything up. You were ashamed, you could’ve done something better ! And your uniform ! It was so ugly !

‘’He called you sweetheart !’’ Murmured Robin, super excited by this encounter. But you just sat at the table in silence. Both your friends started to worry.

‘’He probably just said that because he thinks it’s funny, or something like that.’’ You said, slumping on the table, hiding your face in your arms. ‘’With the look on his face, Oh my Jesus I swear he’s in love Y/N.’’ Said Robin, in a small chuckle. Your eyes slowly looked up at her.

‘’Wait, really ?’’ And she nodded, eyes wide open, huge smile on her face. Steve, next to her, still eating that banana, was nodding too.

‘’Can I just say that Eddie is better at flirting than Steve.’’ She said in a laugh, and Steve’s head turned to Robin, yet again disappointed in her comments. ‘’I mean he literally ate ice cream out of the spoon YOU, my dear, were holding ! That’s hot !’’ The bell rang again and Steve decided to go instead of you. He knew that you weren’t in a stable emotional situation to deal with clients right now, and he was tired to hear Robin make comments about his flirting skills. ‘’When you were making that boat, he was playing with his hair, and he was biting his lips while looking at you. Clearly, that’s a sign that the feeling is mutual.’’ Robin said.

‘’I don’t believe you, have you seen our uniform ? It’s ugly ! Who would be drooling over that kinda crap !’’ You shook your head, not believing a single thing of what just happened. You got up ready to go back and face the world again.

‘’Let’s talk about it another day, it’s almost giving me a headache.’’ You said, as you pushed the door for the front store. You then met Erica and her besties, all there to ’try out’’ the ice cream again. Steve was standing there, waiting for that awful time to pass. You looked passed the counter to see that Eddie’s table was now left with a banana split emptied bowl. Yet again, you felt disappointed.

— 🍦A H O Y 🍦—

It was finally closing hours, you guys were exhausted by that long day. The smell of ice cream started to make you feel a bit nauseous, and you just wanted to finally get away from this hell of a parlor faster than you came in. Robin was counting the cash and Steve was cleaning the floor with the mop. You were cleaning the rest of the store. Then ready to go, you guys counted the tip jar, looking at all the cash you made for yourselves. Steve looked at one of the tips and chuckled a little.

‘’Funny, someone wrote something on this’’ He said showing it to the both of you. Robin gasped a second, and then in your turn, you gasped as you read on the crumpled dollar:

I’ll wait for you in the parking lot. - EM

‘’That’s actually creepy’’ said Robin in a laugh. ‘’What ?’’ Asked Steve, not understanding. Then he read it again. And he gasped too, making a surprised expression. ‘’Y/N ! I think you have a date !’’

‘’No way…’’

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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The Walking Dead/Detroit Become Human AU

(so basically I was tempted to make a post to apologize about the mess my blog has become lately - feels like I’m posting AUs, artworks, sketches and comic updates in such a chaotic way… I’m really sorry about it ahaha 😅 Hopefully it will get better soon)

So this post is me drawing for hours and forgetting to eat on my break day (I finally did !!! Don’t worry ahaha) because I became obsessed with an idea again. Also I like to make concept arts and storyboards as if I was working on a professional project for a TV show/animation. I find it fascinating ! This time I don’t really have any plot or finished story, I just wanted to draw these scenes badly so… I just did.

I’d like to draw your attention to Connor’s curly hair and Hank’s design (strongly inspired by Kristoff from Frozen). I just LOVE these details.

⚠️Remember this is NOT a new series. Just me having fun with characters and a universe I like (aka The Walking Dead) ! 

Anyway, more ideas below 👀

*POW*

Hank open his eye again. The walker was shot in the head. Hank pushes the walker away, it falls dead on the concrete.

Looking up, he sees Connor with a gun.

Hank : Jesus… Thank you.  I thought I was…

Connor : I wouldn’t have wasted a bullet for you if it wasn’t for your kid back there. Your car, does it work? Hank : … Yeah… I just… I was looking for some gas when… well… Can I drive you somewhere? Connor : Not really, I’m looking for someone.

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Hank and Cole are walking in a gas station with jerricans and pour what’s left of gas from the pump.

Cole : Dad, that mister from earlier, do you think he’s gonna be okay ? Hank : I think, pumpkin. He was the one helping us. Cole : Being alone sounds dangerous… He should have come with us. Hank : …

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It’s nighttime, Cole is sleeping in the backseats with a blanket, Hank is sleeping in the driver seat. He wakes up brutally as he hears something tapping softly against the car window : the young man from earlier. He rolls the window down.

Hank : You ? Connor : I’ve looked around the whole city. Now it’s too dark… I need a safe place to have some sleep, I was thinking you could let me in. You owe me after all. Hank : … Yeah sure. Get in.

Connor gets in the car. He takes his bag off and keeps it by his side, out of Hank’s reach. He takes his coat off but keeps a gun near him. Hank stares at him with narrowed eyes.

Hank : … You’re safe here, really. You can trust me. Connor : Sorry, but I only trust myself.

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It’s dark outside, Hank can’t really sleep with the stranger next to him. His guts dictate him to stay alert. He watches carefully as Connor turns his head to him, half-opening his eyes.

Connor: Can’t sleep ? Hank : … Well you were right… I don’t know you. What about you ? Did you sleep a little ? Connor : … No. I’m too… cautious. My brain won’t let me sleep with a stranger next to me. Hank : … My name’s Hank. You ? Connor : What the hell are you doing ? Hank : We agreed we couldn’t sleep next to strangers. I’m introducing myself. Connor : It won’t make it any better… *after a silence* I’m Connor. Hank : Nice to meet you. Connor: … Where were you before ? You… you act like a newborn in this hell… Hank : … I had a neighbor with one of those bunkers… with tons of food, water, enough to live for months. We… We were hiding there with her until… until a few weeks. Connor : What happened ? Hank : She thought she had heard a chopper. Thought someone was out there to rescue us… she opened the hatch and she was… attacked by those things… Connor: … the kid… he’s yours? Hank : Yeah… Cole. Connor: … Where’s her mom ? Hank : He’s never known her. Connor: Sorry.  Hank : Don’t be.

*silence*

Hank : I think… I’m starting to relax… we should try to sleep huh ?

Connor is already sleeping.

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Connor takes his backpack as Hank and Cole take a breakfast with some fire.

Hank : You sure you don’t want to eat anything ? Connor : No thanks, I have my own stock. You should save your food for your kid. Hank : … Hey, if you ever need to find us… after you’ve found what  you’re looking for, I have a police radio. Frequency 58,7 kHz. Connor: I won’t need it but- thanks. Good luck.

Connor leaves.

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Cole : What should we do now? Hank : … We need to find more food… and weapons. I’ll go downtown today. You… You’ll stay here alright? Cole : No I… I want to stay with you… Hank : I know you’re scared Cole… But it’s too dangerous. You’ll be safe hidden in the car. Cole : You’ll be quick? Hank : Back before sunset, pinky swear.

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Hank finds an axe on a bar counter.

Suddenly : *BONG BONG BONG BONG*

Hank : What the-

He runs outside and hides against a wall as walkers pass nearby, heading to the source of the ringing.

He looks up and sees Connor climbing on a ladder but a Walker is trying to grab his leg.

Hank comes and kills the monster. Connor : You..! Follow me !

On the rooftop, they see the church. It’s an automatic bell, the walkers are massively getting around the building. There is something painted on the wall that says “Find Jericho” with black paint and scribbled under it “Find 9s”

Connor : Nines… Hank : What is Jericho ? Connor : … A safe place for survivors. It’s hidden… to keep the thieves and killers away. Hank : … The church. Connor : What ? Hank : Jericho, it has to do with the bible. The message is written on a church’s wall. It’s not a coincidence, there might be… a hint in there. Connor : … But we can’t get inside with those creeps around… Hank : … Maybe they leave when the church stops ringing the bells. Connor : Or maybe we should try to lead them away with… Hank : With what ? Connor : … Your car.

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Connor : So, let me get it straight. You drive around the town honking. It will attract the creeps away from the church. I get inside the church and look for any kind of hint. When the bells start ringing I get out before the creeps come back. And what do we do with Cole ?

Hank : He’s going with you. I don’t want to have him in the car with hundreds of undeads trying to get me. Connor : … I don’t- Hank : Don’t worry. He’s a smart kid. He will do as you say. Right Cole? Cole : …Hmm. Connor: … Fine. Let’s do it.

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Connor and Cole sneak into the church. Connor kills two of the Walkers still inside the church as Cole follows him cautiously. 

Cole : … Look. *he points out a book on the altar* Connor : … It’s a bible… The chapter about the Battle of Jericho… it can’t be a coincidence. *They look up and see something written with old blood on the wall behind the altar. It says “Rahab the harlot defied the King of Jericho. Here lies the key to the fortress.”* Cole : What’s a harlot? Connor : … You should… ask your father. Now… I have to read… and think. Cole : … We only have one hour left before the bells ring again… Connor : I know.

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Connor : … I don’t get it ! There must be something I’m missing ! Cole : … Connor, I found a map ! Connor : Not now Cole, I’m trying to focus… Cole : Connor, look ! Connor : Cole please I really need-…

Cole shows him the map… there is a “9s��� written on it.

Connor : Nines ! Cole : Does it help ? Connor : … I don’t know-…

The bells ring suddenly.

Connor : Crap… we have to get out of here. Give me your hand, buddy.

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Hank is waiting for them : he has lit a fire and when Cole sees him, he lets go of Connor’s hand and runs to hug his dad.

Hank : I gotcha, pumpkin. *looking up at Connor* Did you find something ? Connor : I think…  Hank : You think ? Connor : I have this map my brother left for me inside the church… there was some kind of riddle on the wall, and it must have something to do with this but… there is nothing noted on it. Hank : What’s the riddle ? Connor : “Rahab the harlot defied the King of Jericho, here lies the key to the fortress.” Rahab was a prostitute, she helped Joshua by hiding spies he sent inside the city… and Joshua spared her when he took the fortress. But I… I don’t see the connection. Hank : … Let me see the map.

Connor gives it. Cole sits next to his father, near the fire, and soon falls asleep. After some time thinking and overthinking it, Hank finally points to a town on the map. A city called Defiance.

Hank : Look. Connor : Defiance… Of course. The key lies in Rahab’s defiance… Defiance is a town… Fuck- You’re a genius…! Hank : Man, I was feeling like a Detective again… felt nice for a moment. Connor: You were a Detective? Hank : A police Lieutenant, to be specific. But yeah. Detective works too. Connor : … I don’t think the treasure hunt is done yet. You’re gonna need your supercop sense again ! Hank : … It’s good to see you all excited. Feels like meeting the real Connor under the survivor’s shell. Connor: It’s nice… that Cole and you don’t have that shell yet… humanity is a rare thing to find down there. Hank : … So, who is “Nines” ? Connor : My little brother. We lived together, in the same group of survivors. Our camp was attacked… we got separated. Hank : Looks like he’s smart. He solved the riddle all by himself. It took the two of us to understand the hint. Connor : He’s always been a nerd. Hank : Pffft… Well we should try to get some sleep. We should be able to reach Stoneton, then we’ll have to find more gas.

Hank gets up and carries Cole to the car seats.

Connor: … Hank…? Hank : Yup ? Connor : Can I… Can I come with you two ? I could go to Defiance by myself but… if you’re heading there too, maybe we could… Hank : What the heck ? Of course you’re coming with us. With our two half-brains we’re gonna need each other’s help to find Jericho and your brother, don’t you think ? Connor *chuckles* : Right.