#why is the monster x monster tag there? dont worry about it

[dateamonster]

Summary: A teenage demon recounts her hectic day at St. Strange's, a self-proclaimed school of second chances for paranormal flunkies and  troublemakers like herself, as well as her unlikely best friend, a  morally conflicted angel who is struggling with her ideals as well as control over her divine power.

dedicated to two of the greatest loves of my tweenage life: graphic novels stylized as diaries and YA fiction about kids going to special fantasy highschools. final version (for the foreseeable future) with edits, now featuring some small illustrations!

this is a standalone but I'd like to write some more short stories set in this world in the future

[kisses4emil]

Johnny Joestar x Reader

tags : slowburn, first love headcanons, lots of fluff, teeth rotting fluff, g/n reader, friends to lovers

a/n : having MAJORR johnny brainrot so i made this !! this is my first fic ever so pls be patient with me, i hope to become a better writer!!

johnny is a guy who is veryy negative with thoughts and a past that haunts him. he’s sarcastic, distant, and definitely overthinks A LOT. i feel like he will need someone who’s positive and will help guide him towards the light and knock down the walls he’s trapped himself behind. im feeling a slowburn friends to lovers type dynamic

at first, johnny probably did not like you.. ofc this is nothing personal, but the poor boy has some trust issues. i mean he had literally no one in his life before he met you or gyro. it’s definitely going to take a lot of time before he trusts you.

i also believe you’d come along after he meets gyro and the two would already have a somewhat established bond with johnny wanting to know about the steel ball

so when you join the duo, johnny would feel like you’re holding them back if you have no ability or anything he wants to or hopes to gain from you, but gyro is wanting to give you a chance and tells johnny that too

if you’re the type of person who feels sympathy and compassion for others and decides to help diego during the scary monsters arc, he is definitely going to find you a bit annoying for going against his wishes, especially when he already doesn’t like you.

he will begin to have a growing curiosity for your motives on joining him on finding the corpse parts, then his thoughts will begin to wander further.. why were you so kind to him and strangers alike? why did you join this race at all?

i feel as though you’d pick up on johnny’s disinterest in you which could cause you to overthink things like if you did something wrong or not. expressing your woes to gyro, he tells you not to worry and that’s just how he is and promises to form a plan to help you two get along and flashes that cheeky smile of his.

following up on the two of you guys’ conversation, while setting up for the night, gyro will wonder off somewhere in hopes of leaving the two of you alone for a while to talk. the atmosphere was definitely awkward at first and you’d probably be the one to initiate conversation, but the conversation would then soon turn into a deeper one and finally things would get comfortable.

after that night, johnny will begin seeing you differently. soon enough, his curiosity for you will grow even bigger than it originally was and alongside that his liking for you too.

he will end up developing a soft spot for you without noticing and will often display acts of jealously when your attention is directed toward someone else or something else. he’ll even unknowingly treat you differently. he’ll show he cares about you and always check in on you to make sure you aren’t hurt when you’re attacked, even if he has a giant gaping wound himself, you will be his first thought

johnny does begin to enjoy your company, but still keeps you at a distance due to his past. overall, he can’t help himself and enjoys the feelings he gets when you gives him attention. appreciates how you dont view him differently and how kind you are. you’ll definitely grow closer as time passes and you’ll have more deep conversations. he’ll even begin to make some moves on you without knowing. if it’s with you, to him, everything is so simple and easy. you’re bright and easy to be around which makes it easy to enjoy your presence

gyro will notice his silly acts of affection and begin to tease him about his obliviousness and always tells him to just confess his feelings for you, but johnny always denies having any sort of romantic attraction for you.

gyro’s teasing will definitely make him start overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with the boy and he’ll begin seeing you differently.

this is 100% keeping him awake at night

when the two of you are hanging out as usual, if you get too close he’ll definitely get distant a bit, but he doesn’t mean to. he just doesn’t want to screw up whatever the good thing you guys have going on. he honestly doesn’t quite understand it either.. especially when he’s been with countless women in his prime, this was different.

something real, you’re someone who doesn’t use him or will leave him when he’s not at his best and won’t belittle him when he’s at his lowest because you’ve already seen him at his lowest

yepp the boy is IN LOVEEE with you, dare i say smitten? he’s star struck in love but now that he’s aware of this he is terrified of what you’ll think

of course you feel the same way, but johnny doesn’t know that, so the only way this will go anywhere is if you make the first move. soo you pop the question and ask how he feels about you

this boy is blushing up a storm and asks where that came from and you just explain you have feelings for the blonde. johnny is over the moon about how you feel the same as him. the two of you don’t officially start dating til after the race when all of this is over!! but overall you guys are the sweetest couple ever <3

[slashingdisneypasta]

Inkubus x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: A piece inspired by @urfriendlywriter 's prompt 12 of their types of kisses; but it gets descriptive as it goes on set! 'How do you want me to kiss you sweetheart? I can be gentlemanly or not very gentlemanly'. Thank you so much for posting your wonderful prompts and allowing us to use them! ^^

Warnings: Well... it's Inkubus. Sexual references. Not really edited /: I need to go to bed 😅.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @obscureother , @slxsherwriter , and @your-mxnd-is-mxne . Hehehe yes I'm absolutely using that gif XD

This was about to be your first kiss. Your first kiss, ever. Your first... ... ... anything, ever. Why on earth are you letting him have it??? God. You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't. Every instinct in you is telling you to push this man away and lock your doors... 

But, well, as it turns out, he is just as charming as he thinks he is; As unfortunate as that is for everyone there was before you. For you. And everyone after, too.

The stone wall is cold against your back, and your shoulder blades dig into it hard, but you barely notice with him pressed against your front, so close his breath that turns to visible mist like dragons breath in the cold darkness brushes against your face- though lord knows that's not the bedtime story monster he is.

He's   much worse, then a fairytale fire breathing dragon. Inkubus is the terrible kind of monster. Worse then witches or trolls, or stepmothers or greedy pirates.

You're nervous in every atom from head-to-toe but your fingers making dents in his dark-as-night coat, dark as the corner of your bedroom that always seems to be staring, makes you feel at least a fabled sense of control.

Taking in a deep breath, you raise your eyes from the coat up to his face- to that crippling dangerous grin that says I win. Again.

Oh I always win.

When he ever-so-slowly leans down to your ear, though it's truly not that far a distance you're already so so close together, you body stiffens up on-instinct; Straightens; You raise up your chin, listening carefully to what he growls directly into your ear.

"Now here's the best part in our story, love. I've lived our story hundreds of thousands of times, after all... Dont worry about a thing; I'll take good care of you, I promise. I'll even promise to be gentle with you, sweet little virgin." You hear rather then see the devils grin on his mouth broaden like a cats. "... well unless you ask me not to be, very nicely.

"... now how would you like this first kiss of ours to be, love? It always surprises people, but I can be quite gentlemanly for you... " Here Inkubus backs up a smidge, just so you can see each other, and guides your chin upwards between his thumb and forefinger, gently, and for a crazy moment he almost seems... well behaved. Then like a flicked switch his personal sin washes right back over him, a mischievous look slips across his face and that hand lowers to your delicate neck; knuckles grazing your throat. "or not very gentlemanly. That choice is  entirely  yours."

[psychodani23]

Billy Loomis x Reader

A/n: Havent watched scream since i was a little girl but had an idea to write based off a dream i had and Billy seemed like the right fit. If you dont see billy as the right fit then you can either imagine a different slasher/character or request the same imagine but with a character of your choosing

Lately you havent been feeling like yourself you're overworked and just dont have any motivation to do anything like eat, drink, move out of bed. Unbeknowst to you, your best friend Billy Loomis has been really worried about you which everyone knows is out of character to him. Only Stu knows whats really wrong with you and he's been trying to get you to open up about your feelings to Billy but you know he doesnt feel the same way. Billy doesnt treat you the same way that you treat him and so far he's been really oblivious to all the hints you've thrown his way to try and hangout together alone. He always invites Stu to tag along and if Stu bails or says no Billy doesnt wanna be anywhere near you. You dont know what you've done to upset or offend Billy lately but it's really making you miserable and you're crying evrytime you try and feel better and see him hanging off some girl laughing and smiling and twirling their hair.

*knock knock knock* You're confused and get up to answer the door but you regret it as soon as you see Billy and Stu standing there in front of you. "What the hell are you two doing here?" you ask "well you werent answering your phone or replying to any of our texts so we decided to come over and check on you" Billy quetly says "Did you ever consider that maybe i just wanted to be alone? I'm not in the mood to have you two here right now please leave" "yeah thats not happening" Stu says "why not?" you ask him "Because Bily dragged my ass out of bed to ome here and im getting sick and tired of you two pining after one another now for the love of god either tell each other your feelings for one another or so help me i'll take everything you each hold dear and lock them away or burn them" Stu says

You and Billy look at each other in shock. Billy looks like he's gonna kill Stu then he looks at me softly. "He's right. I need to tell you how i feel about you. I'm in love with you and i've been scared to tell you because im afraid i'll mess it up and hurt you and i never want to do that" Billy tells you "Billy i love you too. To be honest i've been down in the dumps because i thought you didnt like me as a friend anymore. Everytime i asked you to hangout you'd always invite Stu along and the times that Stu didnt want to you'd never come over. I wanted to use that time to tell you how i feel and Stu always declined your invite because he knew what i was trying to do. He's been trying to get me to tell you i love you since i found out you were both ghostface" you tell him. Billy looks shocked at your confession then softly smiles. "i've loved you since you found out about us too. You never looked at us as monsters and always helped us in new ways to set up traps around the house so the kids we wanted to kill never got away and you were never afraid to get your hands dirty along with us" Billy confesses

You both look at each other and smile "FOR GODS SAKES KISS" Stu shouts. You both jump and laugh at Stu but do as he says. Billy softly touches you as if hes afraid you're not real. You close the gap between you and kiss him deeply. "Alright now thats all sorted lets order takeout and watch horror films all night" Stu says. He ruined the moment but you all couldnt care less. "Yes we havent done that in forever and you both owe me stu you owe me cuddles and food and you Billy owe me cuddles, kisses and a date" you say to them both. Stu opens his arms for a big cuddle and you dont hesitate to jump into them and tell him what you want to eat. You open your arms for Billy and he cuddles you too and you kiss him on the cheek "How about Friday i pick you up and take you somewhere special?" Billy asks. You smile and say "Yes" then you both share another kiss before settling back down on the couch and enjoying your night with your two favourite boys

A/n sorry if its rubbish. I just got back into writing I'll probably end up rewriting this at a later date

[serickswrites]

Hi! Um- it's me again, the person who asked for the male Villain x female Hero request. I was just wondering if you could do a part 2? If you need any ideas then: Villain has to take a moment to process this information, but when he does he has so many questions. Why won't she tell him, had she always known the child was his, and also of course if the child and Hero were okay after the birth. (He is mostly just rambling all his questions and concerns at the moment.)

Hero is surprised by Villain's concern, not expecting him to truly care about her or the child. She admits that she had believed that Villain remembered when she had gotten... conceived and had simply not wanted anything to do with her or the child. Villain tells her that he does not remember that, but if he had he would have been there for her. And he still will be there now. And Hero excepts. Villain comes over and lays the baby on her chest and pulls Hero closer to him. He comments on how the child has his eyes. Meanwhile our lovely Nanny is unsure if she should make a noise to remind them that she is there or if she should wait and let them have their moment.

Hello! I am glad you enjoyed it! Happy to continue it for you! I am trying to get back into the swing of things, but please feel free to request things at any time!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

“Me?” Villain looked down at the child once more before looking up at Hero, his gaze piercing. 

“Yes, you.” Hero crossed her arms over her stomach and leaned against the door jam. As far as she was concerned, the threat was neutralized. Villain was right when he said he wasn’t a monster. He just had different values for her. And had a different employer. 

“How did it go? Why didn’t you tell me? I could have been there! Are they sleeping through the night? What is the feeding schedule? Is this crib rated highly? I’ll order another one and assemble it tomorrow. What about play things? Do they have a mat? What about--”

Hero cut off Villain’s rambling with a giggle. She had never seen him like this before, it was a completely different side of Villain. 

Villain stopped his frantic pacing. “What’s so funny?”

Hero giggled again and then tried to sober up. “You.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you knew and didn’t care. You seemed to enjoy that night. But didn’t follow up. So I didn’t bother you.”

Villain frowned, gazing once more at the baby in his arms. “I...I don’t remember anything about that.”

It was Hero’s turn to frown. “What?”

Villain’s cheeks reddened. “There have been things....in my life...that sometimes...sometimes keep me from remembering.” He began to rock the baby in his arms once more. “They have your nose,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss the baby’s nose gently. 

Hero didn’t know what to say to Villain’s lack of remembrance. “And your eyes,” she said, finally softening. 

Villain walked carefully across the room and held his arm out to Hero. “We can do this together, you know.”

Hero bridged the gap between them and kissed her baby’s soft cheeks. 

Nanny couldn’t hear her murmured response for the closet. They only hoped that Villain would remember that they were tied up and gagged in there. Nanny realized they could make some noises through the gag, but wasn’t sure if this was the opportune moment for such a thing.  

Tags: @doublericenobeans @dont-worry-its-me @cleo-2345 

@melancholic-bookworm @freefallingup13 @wankusbonkus @carpediemisnicebuticannot @st0rmm

[willowfolksong]

Everything has changed

- Kozume Kenma x Reader

- SFW

🎮 It starts with you sliding into his DMs to thank him for helping you. You're new to the game, still haven't found good weapons or armor, and he was casually there to give you a few pointers. Not many experienced players do that, much less for people online they don't know. So of course you're thankful.

🎮 He doesn't answers you.

🎮 Okay, that's good. No problem. You memorize his username and make your goal to find him again. When you do— two more times in wich you don't say anything but stay back and watch him fight higher level monsters instead— you realize that KenKen always goes alone. He doesn't seems to be part of any team. Weird. Most people play on groups.

🎮 You smile at your computer screen, your cat purring contentedly on your lap. Maybe he doesn't have that many friends that play online games. Like you.

🎮 When you find him once more, you ask him if you can tag along. He takes twenty minutes to answer you.

KenKen: no

CattyCatThief: why :(

KenKen: i dont know you

CattyCatThief: well ask me anything! we can be friends!

KenKen: no thank you

🎮 You can't blame him. You wouldn't trust a random stranger online either. And maybe HE is the weirdo, and being friends with him would drag you into the so called "Internet's dark side" you've always heard people talking about. But he's the first person that helped you and the first player you encountered in game and his tunic is so cool and—

🎮 Your wish of getting to know him better comes back full force a week later, when you've managed to become one of the Dark Rose Guild members: a place for rogues and dual wielding warriors with a fancy for working in the shadows. You're sure whoever is behind DashingDarkBlade13 snorted before answering your question.

DashingDarkBlade13: everyone knows who KenKen is. he's like a living legend around.

CattyCatThief: really???

DashingDarkBlade13: yeah, yeah. he's a lone wolf. not in any guilds, and probably one of the highest level players around.

CattyCatThief: that's so cool

DashingDarkBlade13: he's not known for attacking newbies, but be careful anyway.

🎮 You hunt him down and manage to find him camping outside the capital walls. This time, you don't say a word, just silently following him around and trying your best to help him take the enemies you find on the road. He almost always ignores them, but they're good for leveling up, so you take the time you clear a path for him anyway. You wonder if he sees you as a kid trying to catch bugs.

🎮 After a whole week of logging on and basically just following him around as soon as you spot him, he finally snaps at you.

KenKen: what are you doing?

CattyCatThief: i want to be your friend! :)

KenKen: why?

CattyCatThief: you helped me when i had just started playing. and i also think you're really cool!

KenKen: ...

CattyCatThief: :D

KenKen: you wont leave me alone, right?

CattyCatThief: nope

KenKen: fine then

🎮 He's quiet, doesn't really talks much, but he starts giving you pointers on stuff you need to know, unintentionally sharing the lore of the game in a way that soon makes you realize that you're in the company of an expert.

🎮 You make simple missions while he goes on complicated quests, and then exchange stories after. And that's mostly you excitedly telling him about the monsters you encountered, or whatever loot you managed to find.

🎮 Slowly, but surely, he seems to start to enjoy your company. At least a bit. You decide on a place where always meet each other, he lends you the weapons he won't use, and his texts get longer and longer until you somehow manage to convince him to explain the lore of each place you visit in detail.

🎮 Then one day he's telling you about dragons, and you open your mic to screech because that's just so cool and you love this game and his explanations so much!

🎮 He pauses, and you watch the chat with worried eyes. Maybe letting him hear your voice wasn't such a good idea after all.

🎮 And then you hear, clear as day, a low warm chuckle that has you tingling all over.

CattyCatThief: omg was that you?

KenKen: yes

CattyCatThief: you have the cutest laugh ever :')

KenKen: i had to take my earphones off because of your screech

CattyCatThief: :(

KenKen: and thanks

🎮 From then on, his voice is a constant source of happiness for you. Your mic is permanently open now, and tho he remains mostly silent, his random comments and sudden laugh when you say something funny always manage to warm your heart in the best way.

🎮 You get better. You're not as good as him, but soon you're a force to reckon too. You take dangerous missions with him, and now always go accompany him on long assignments. He relies on you, and the fact that he waits for you before starting a new quest has you in disbelieving everytime.

DashingDarkBlade13: i mean, i don't know how you did it, but KenKen definitely changed since you came around.

CattyCatThief: you think??? :o

DashingDarkBlade13: he's not a lone wolf anymore.

CattyCatThief: we're two lone wolfs now

🎮 You move to Tokyo that year, because of your father's work. Going to a new school with new people is not something that has you specially thrilled, and so you spent more time moping in bed and being miserably in general after the moving than normal. Four days without going online, when you do you have around ten messages from KenKen. The last one brings butterflies to you stomach.

KenKen: please come back

🎮 You quickly type a reply, eyes full of tears because you're still emotional after leaving everything you know behind.

CattyCatThief: i'm here! i'm so sorry! I just moved to tokyo because of my dad's work and i'm still processing th fact that i wont be seeing my friends anymore and that i'll have to start my second year in a completely new high school.

🎮 You stare at your screen, biting your nail and wondering if you just shared too much personal information. You're about to apologize when he writes back.

KenKen: which high school

CattyCatThief: nekoma high

🎮 Your first day is a rollercoaster of nervousness and excitement and sadness because everything is new but also so strange and foreign. The teacher introduces you to the class, and you bow and ask to be treated kindly by everyone. When you straighten your back, your eyes land on the boy by the desk near the window, his wide eyes staring straight at you.

🎮 You don't really know how, but in that moment, you know it's him. The only available seat is one by the front, and so you slide into you chair and lean towards the girl on your right as soon as the teacher turns her back.

"Who's the guy with the blond hair, sitting near the window?" you ask her.

She snorts, of course she does. "That's Kozume Kenma. Everyone knows who he is. He's Nekoma's volleyball team brain."

Eyes wide, you take a peak over your shoulder. You think he's still staring at you, but is hard to tell with his hair falling in front of his face "Oh"

"Yeah, yeah" the girl adds, and finally there's a sense of familiarity for you "He's a lone wolf tho, has few friends. He doesn't really talks with anyone"

🎮 When class is over, you turn around to approach him, surprised to find him in the middle of standing up himself. You both gaze into each other's eyes, and you have to resist the urge of running to him and hug him with all you have. He smiles at you, timidly, the curve of his smile almost resembling a smirk.

"Hey!" you say, laugh bubbling up before you can stop it "Do you mind if I tag along? We could be friends"

His chuckle sounds much better in person, and that's the moment you realize that both you and your level 56 thief might have a huge crush on Kozume Kenma.

"Yeah. Thank you"

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

Part VI - Next is I bet you think about me

[m-jelly]

If requests r still open may i request something?

Reader who is constantly invited to parties and outings but rarely goes despite her popularity, shes been getting unhealthily skinny and levi is noticing it.

She lives in a shared dorm with erwin (her adopted brother) and while levi is over waiting for him to get back from the shops, he witnesses one of reader’s breakdowns.

She’s always hated her figure and hates how her clothes fall on her body, he heard her mutters of “curves in the wrong places”, “i can never look like her”, “its useless”, “fuck this”, “why cant i be like them.”

And he comforts her and they both end up going to the party. (woo!)

Its alright if u dont wanna do the request! i understand it maybe uncomfortable!, have a good dayy! Remember to eat food and drink water!

Hello, as someone who went through this at 16, I'm happy to write a bit. I won't go too deep as I'm not a professional and don't know how to help people who are experiencing it. I had my wake up call and now I'm a very healthy body weight and shape. Just know that other people's opinions don't matter. Be you. Be the person you want to be. People come and go, but your body is always there. Love your body because you only have one. Nobody looks the same or has the same body and if we did, we'd be a really boring race of humans. If someone judges you for your body, they're not worth your time. I could get into a whole psychology rant about it, but I won't take up too much of this about the subject. This is about Levi.

Beauty is subjective.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, University AU, emotional comfort, Levi being sweet, Levi has a crush, body issues, body positivity.

Concept: While getting ready for a party at university, you start to throw self-hate as you look in the mirror unaware that Levi is in the other room waiting for your adoptive brother to come back from the shop. Levi confronts you and comforts you about how you see yourself. He makes you feel better and suggests doing self-help things together to slowly boost your self-love.

Trigger warning: This story touches on self-hate and body dysmorphia.

You slipped on your dress for the party and felt a sickness build up inside you when you saw yourself in the mirror. You hated mirrors, you hated cameras and you hated windows. You couldn't stand catching yourself in any because you had to face this horrible monster inside you.

You stood and stared at yourself. You touched different parts of you as a lump formed in your throat and tears burned in the corners of your eyes. "Curves in all the wrong places." You pulled at the skin on your belly. "Why can't I be like them?" You shook. "I can never look like her." You crouched down and hugged your legs. "Fuck this. I can't do it."

"Can't shit?"

You looked to your door to see Levi leaning in the doorway. "What?"

He frowned. "I heard you said you can't do it. Can't you shit?"

You welled up, then started crying hard.

Levi went white and began to panic. He hurried over to you and knelt next to you. He called your name and pulled you into his arms. He held you as you cried hard. He wasn't sure what to say, but seeing you fall apart like this broke him inside.

You sniffed back your tears and pulled back from Levi a little, but he still held you close. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I made a bad joke."

You smiled. "I love your jokes."

He wiped your tears away. "They are pretty good."

You giggled. "Yeah."

He smiled a bit. "So, what's upsetting you?"

You nibbled the inside of your lip. "My body."

He frowned a little and looked you over. "What's wrong with it?"

"Everything?"

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. "Show me what's wrong."

You showed him your arms. "Flabby." You grabbed your belly. "Fat." You slapped your thigh. "Thick."

Levi hummed. "Want me to be honest?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I honestly think you've lost too much weight recently. You look unwell. I'm worried about you and so is Erwin. Why do you want to be thin?"

You gulped hard. "Because thin is beautiful."

"Says who?"

You shrugged. "The movies, papers, articles, the media."

Levi let out a long sigh. "Everyone is photoshopped and airbrushed. No one is real in them. Plus, the people who make all that are sad old men who have boners for little girls. You're a woman. You have curves, you have marks on your body, and you have lumps and bumps. The thin smoothed haired aspect you're trying to achieve is what little girls have before puberty and the fact that men want that in women is fucked up." He walked closer to you. "Your thick thighs are stunning. Having thick thighs squeezed around you is heavenly. Your skin is so soft and wonderful."

You blushed a little. "Levi..."

He sighed. "Look, I know a speech from me won't solve anything. Body image issues are deep-rooted and it takes a while to get rid of them because it took time to get them. Beauty is subjective. What I think is beautiful isn't beautiful for others, the same will apply to you, Erwin, Hange and every shithead in the world." He blushed hard. "If anyone doesn't find you beautiful, then they're fucking stupid. You are incredible to me. I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You gulped hard as your heart fluttered in your chest. "You're the most handsome man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

"Tch, yet I think I'm an ugly piece of shit."

You gasped. "Oh, no you're not!"

He cupped your face. "See? Beauty is subjective."

You smiled and leaned into his touch. "You're right."

"Besides, if anyone judges you on your body they likely have body issues themselves, or they're pieces of shit that aren't worth your time. Good people love you for you."

You nodded. "Right."

He leaned closer and kissed you. He blushed and cleared his throat. "S-So, as my new girlfriend, we're going to work together to get positive."

You giggled. "Girlfriend...good." You took his hands and held them. "So, how are we going to work together?"

He kissed your fingers. "When we get up in the morning, we say one good thing about ourselves, another at lunch and the last one before bed. We will eat three meals together and make all dates, so they're positive. If one of us says something bad about ourselves, then the other must challenge them to say one positive thing about themselves."

You nodded. "I love it."

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Shake on it?"

You shook your head. "Kiss on it."

He smiled and kissed you. "Deal." He sighed. "Can I just say, you look really good in your dress, so much so that I want to cover you up as I don't want people staring."

You hummed a laugh. "You make me feel beautiful."

He pulled off his leather jacket and put it on you. "Let's go to that party and have some fun. Everyone is allowed to have fun and wear what they fuck they want."

You held Levi's hand and walked with him. "Yes."

Levi pulled you past a confused Erwin who'd just come home. "I'm taking your sister to a party. Oh, and we're dating!"

Erwin put everything down. "Alright. I'll come too!" He ran after you both. "About time you two got together."

[kassies-take]

Super Shadowed (Finale)

Summary: Kasa finds herself and shows her true colors in the face of death, unafraid of the monster in front of her.

Warning: cunning, lies

A/n: I have nothing else better to do than to continue one shots that I actually have ideas for. Also I will probably not be writing any other parts to this. 

Tag list for Pt.2 @becka107 @bluerey8a 

Kara Danvers x sister!reader, Alex Danvers x sister!reader, Baby Danvers

Word Count: 2144 

Part 1 || Finale  

For Kasa, hiding her powers came easily. However since the Nazi’s arrived she held herself back from smashing her sister’s doppelgänger’s head into the metal of the Waverider, their version at least. 

The younger Zor-El rolls her eyes at the handcuffs power dampeners that are placed on her wrists. She follows this tyrant closely.

“I know you know that Kryptonian promises are not meant to be broken, so these handcuffs are unnecessary.” Kasa spoke to Earth X Kara.

“It’s a safety precaution.” Führer growled.

The walk is long and cold. Kasa knew this wasn’t her sister. Her sister, her Kara, had hope and compassion for all. But a part of her couldn’t help but feel like this Kara was a mirror image of her.

Broken, alone, no place to call home. So she takes it out on power, to make herself a home where everyone loves her.

“Kara.”

Führer stopped and turned towards Kasa. He breathed down on your face, unbothered by the rotten smell coming from his mouth. “You don’t get to call her that.”

“And as you know I’m the one saving your wife. I don’t know about your Kasa.” Kara-X stopped. “But I was training for the Warrior’s Guild.” You lied.

“Just remember that we need your heart not you.”

Führer moved out of the way. In a blink of an eye the older blond marched towards Kasa.

“Leave us!” Kara-X commanded and pushed you into the MedBay.

Führer and Kara-X shared a kiss and the MedBay doors closed behind him. The room turned red after. Kara-X rids Kasa’s handcuffs off. Kasa took her place on one of the MedBay beds.

“We’re going to be in here for a while, before your skin is soft enough to cut into. Why don’t you tell me about what my sister has been up to.” Kara-X crossed and gestured for her sister to speak.

“Well that depends, do I call you Kara? General? Sister? Ooh better yet can I call you ie (sister)?”

“General, is preferred.”

“I have a question, General.” Kasa continued without Kara-X’s approval. “You were shocked to see me protecting Kara earlier,no? You aren’t 100% sure that my heart can save yours. Thawne doesn’t know that.” Kasa hopped off the bed and paced around the room.

“Yet you agreed to a Kryptonian promise. I have to say it doesn’t make sense to me, the Girl of Steel, SS General to the New Reich, ruling over with an iron fist! Submits to an outdated Kryptonian promise.”

“I DONT SUBMIT TO ANYONE OR ANYTHING!” Kara-X stood abruptly.

“Your actions say otherwise,” You smirked and winked. “You still need my heart and you can’t kill me right now knowing my heart would not be useful if I was dead and my skin not soft enough. Plus no powers for either of us.”

Kara-X huffed and glared back towards you.

“See I think you were so quick on accepting a Kryptonian practice after growing in the Fatherland because it reminds you of a home you once had. And seeing that neither of us wears our family’s crest, easily tells me you didn’t feel at home with Uki (dad) and Jeju (mom). The only one you felt at home with was Kasa.”

“She was weak! She stayed behind like a coward. She wanted to stay with Jeju and Uki, when they were the ones who brought our planet to it’s destruction! They favored her! Loved her! Even Aunt Astra loved her! Love is for the weak!” Kara-X was triggered.

“And yet you are married? Or do you only love him because he chooses you? Do you only rule this world because they value you and see you? The all powerful said, normally anyone who surrenders is weak but anyone who faces their death with no fear is honorable.” You mocked.

Kasa stalked closer to Kara-X. The almighty clutches her fists. She shakes violently replicating an earthquake that roars in pain.

“You only honor it because not only did my promise save my dear sister’s life but it saves yours. And for a split second, you remembered how it felt to be truly loved.”

Kara-X headbutts Kasa causing her to stumble backwards. “ENOUGH! I am the most powerful being on Earth! I am a god! And I will not be bullied by WEAKNESS!”

“You are no god! Just meat with bones!” Kasa ducked under a punch. “Under a red sun, you are nothing!”

Kasa smacked aside one of Kara-X’s arms and lowered the other by heading into a squat. Quickly twirling her around and pushing Kara-X onto the ground with a heavy growl.

The younger El ran to the control panel on the wall, smashed it with her elbow pulling the wires out so the door locked in place. Kryptonian technology and the futuristic ship were very similar. A hiss and white smoke erupted from the ceiling, pressurizing the door.

Kara-X charged towards her sister. To counter Kasa threw a punch. Kara-X smacked the punch downwards, snatched Kasa’s punching arm with her left, and turned counterclockwise into her sister to wrap her arm around Kasa’s neck and threw her onto the metal ground.

Kasa tripped Kara-X and locked her in a painful bone crushing hold. A crack echoed in the room. She didn’t hesitate to throw a few punches at the blond.

With a heavy breath Kasa raced towards the prism.

“There’s a difference between you and me Kara. We have a very similar background. Everyone loved Kara. But where you stand in love as a weakness, I see now that it is my strength. And where you a not yet ready for death, I am.” Kasa raised her the prism over her head.

“no,” Kara-X whispered. “No, NO!” She cried.

Kasa smashed it into the ground.

“For as long I live I will make sure you don’t get another heart, and I assure you I would not let you get another prism to finish the procedure either.”

“You promised!”

“That’s another difference between you and me dear sister,” Kasa moved the hair away from Kara-X’s face. “Krypton is dead! And so are it’s customs! It has been dead to me the moment I saw it’s debris floating in the phantom zone! But there is one thing I keep from the dead planet. And it’s a blood bond you no longer understand.” Kasa whispered emphasized each syllable of the last word.

“Open the door!” Führer urged. You both turned towards the shut door.

Kara-X pushed Kasa onto her side and twisted her knee. The agonizing scream echoed around the ship once the door opened.

Führer pulled an arrow at Kasa.

“No, we leave her to torture when we get Kara. I want her to see her little sister die before I RIP OUT HER HEART!”

“The prism.” Führer checked on his wife.

“Don’t worry about that, well use Kryptonite! Ready the troops to attack!”

“What do we do with her?” Führer nodded toward you.

“You strap me to the bow,” Kasa laughed.

Kara-X stepped on Kasa’s broken knee and earned a groan.

“She gets a front row seat to a new mausoleum.”

Kara-X and Führer shared another kiss. An arrow pierced through your hand.

“Son of a bitch!” Kasa yelped her veins glowing green.

Führer and many other soldiers walked off the ship as Kara-X dragged her sister by her hair.

The yellow sun began to regain your powers, unfortunately that included Kara-X. She broke Kasa’s left arm to prevent her from pulling the Kryptonite out faster.

“You’re as weak as they come.”

“I came into this knowing I’d die. But your clock is running out too.” Kasa’s whole body glowed sickly green. “No one hurts my family and lives. No one.” Kasa weakly chuckled. “You’ll get what’s coming to you Kara. Jeju would be so disappointed.”

Kara-X hovered over the control panel.

“KILL ME YOU COWARD! PROVE TO ME YOU’RE THE GOD YOU SAY YOU ARE!” Kasa taunted.

Kara-X only turned her head towards her sister, a flash of longing left as fast as it came. She marched towards Kasa and squeezed her throat. She stared into the eyes of her sister, released her grip and harshly pushed Kasa onto her side.

Kasa chuckled to herself. “So you do have mercy left... too bad you’re dying soon. You’re right though, this planet makes people soft, and that includes you.”

“General,” a soldier caught Kara-X attention.

“Any word of this I will rip your tongue out and feed it to you!”

“We’ve got inbound.” The soldier placed his hand behind his back.

“Then fire countermeasures!”

“We can’t it’s hovering directly off our bow.”

Kara was here. Kara’s here to save the day.

“General, care to step outside.”

Kara-X flew out towards Kara.

The ship vibrated and whined, splitting out deadly seeds to the city below. Seeds that took the nutrients from human beings and drove them into the ground. The screams and multiple tiny explosions amplified like wildfire.

It became hard to distinguish the hell fire and the thumping of her own heart. The smell of gunfire burned her nose. The red and orange flashes transported her back to Krypton.

Holding Jeju’s hand Kara and I ran onto the platform. Explosions came from the right, Kal-El’s pod had already launched. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

“Your pod’s coordinates are interlocked with Kal-El’s. You will follow him to Earth.” Uki addressed Kara.

“I’m not afraid, father.” I heard Kara say.

Me. I was so afraid. What if this new world was not so accepting as Jeju says.

“The trip is long, but you both will sleep most of the way and we will be with both of you in your dreams. You’ll journey to Earth to look after your baby cousin and your little sister. Because of the Earth’s yellow sun you both will have great powers on this planet. You both will do extraordinary things.” Jeju explained.

“I won’t fail Kal-El, Kasa or you.” Kara smiled.

Jeju kissed Kara’s forehead. I hugged onto Jeju’s leg. An explosion went off in the distance.

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked quietly.

“Rao will let us meet again, but not for a long time. Promise you’ll have great stories okay.” Jeju kissed my temple and carried me into the foot of the pod.

Kara and Jeju hugged a long while as Uki turned away with tears in his eyes. When Kara got in the pod doors materialized. The pod picked up speed and launched into space.

Jeju had taken Kara and I to other planets before but the launch was so much  scarier than any before. The planet flashed an orange and yellow.

Anger grew inside of me since that day. Kara had it all. But on the brink of death I knew that Family is Power and Kara was the hero everyone needed.

I was ready to share my story with Jeju with the new realizations from telling them. To see the things I couldn’t see before.

“Amaya! It’s Kara’s sister, Kasa” A girl in dark leather and a red necklace came to Kasa’s side.

“Ladies the ship is going to explode!” Cisco shouted.

Kasa was consumed by the blue portal. Her eyes hazed and tried to adjust to the difference of lighting.

Frosty pulled out the arrow and froze over the wound.

“You’ll be okay.” Frosty smiled.

“I’m detecting dangerously high radiation levels.” A robotic voice spoke over the speakers.

“Computer voice lady’s right Supergirl-X is about to go supernova.” Cisco warned.

“Supergirl you doppelgänger is about to have a meltdown.” The man piloting the ship said.

“Kara?” Kasa managed to pull herself off the gurney.

“Wait hey, you are in terrible form to even stand.” The brunette with the yellow suit guided the kryptonian back towards the gurney.

“Nate caught your sister, she’s gonna be fine, kid. We don’t need another death on the ship.”

“Zari...” The yellow suit lady scolded.

“(Y/n)!” Your D.E.O sister ran towards you with Kara behind her.

“Is she gone?”

Kara nodded and caressed your cheek. “(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m okay with Kasa too. I feel really tired.”

“We found your sister on their Waverider. Broken arm, leg, kryptonite arrow in her hand.” Caitlyn said.

“That was so dumb of you! We don’t trade lives!” Kara scolded.

“Liar, you were willing to put your life aside to save everyone on this Earth. Earth needs their hero, and I need my sister alive. El Mayarah.” You smiled up to both your sisters.

“Hey you stole my line.” Alex kissed your forehead.

“I’ll tell you all about it after my nap.” Your eyes shuttered.

“Heal up, we will get you home.” Kara kissed your forehead. “Jeju would be so proud. I’m proud of you too!”

“Home is where you and Alex are.”

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OCD Subtypes for the RPC

Part 1 is here

Well well well, we are back for Part 2 of the Roleplayer’s Guide to OCD.

Fellow Ocd Folks, I see you in those tags and I'm going to do my best to ensure those obsessions are represented here- BUT understand that physically it is not going to be possible to list every single one because I am one person.  Regardless its incredibly brave of you all to rb and add things in the tags, I know its hard to talk about this shit and I see you. I see you.

Resultantly I typed this out and posted it in formatting to assist with accessibility in mind; if you cannot read it still ( I tried Im sorry!) i recommend the copy and paste method or getting the chrome extension bee-line reader.

 There will be grammatical and spelling mistakes. Im sure spacing is odd some places, but you have to understand doing this is extremely anxiety provoking for me so Im just getting it done when I can.

Remember to use your critical thinking; not everyone has the same symptoms/compulsions/triggers and all that.

OCD is fluid. Its like liquid mercury. One day its a handful of subtypes another day its another different serving.

If you are in general squicked about certain topics even by mention read ahead with your own judgement. Remember us folks that have OCD have many disturbing and distressing experiences so if you are writing a character who has OCD and you can’t read about it just don’t give them that obsessive thought/ compulsion. Make sure writing is still a safe and enjoyable hobby for yourself first and foremost.

But ethically and morally I cannot and will not leave out the more disturbing bits. You have the ability to scroll by, I and many others do not get the chance to escape triggering content that our own mind creates.

So read ahead with your best judgement or at least skip around the squicky parts and educate yourself on what OCD is so people quite using it as a Obsessive Christmas/Corgi/Cat Disorder thing. Alright? Cool beans.

Okay so you made it passed post 1 and got under the read more. Give yourself a gold star for diving into this monster of a document.

Below is a crash course it is not meant to replace actual psychoeducation, personal research, or google. Honestly most of us do our research extensively but because OCD is treated so horribly by social media, media, and society in general.

I wasn’t sure where to throw these together because the education tools to learn fully about OCD are very specialized and thus very restricted. I found that many people DO have these experiences with OCD though so I will represent them throughout. I’ll also sprinkle some of my own experiences so you can get a good reference of a person who has the disorder and not just a randomly generated person.

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So OCD is made up of Obsessions, Trigger, Intrusive thought, Misinterpretation/feared consequence,Somatic and Psychological Anxiety, and Compulsions/Rituals.

Your character may not be able to list all of these. In fact if they aren't in ERP therapy they may not be able to puzzle these things out. But YOU as the writer should know them. Your character won’t be walking around talking to just ANYONE that they have OCD. Remember a huge aspect of OCD is it’s Shame.  The disorder makes us feel intense shame regarding our intrusive thoughts, as a result OCD goes undiagnosed for years especially if it has pediatric onset.

  We won’t tell anyone what we are experiencing or why we are doing x y or z. We act like nothing is wrong because to emotionally react is to admit to yourself- and therefore the world- that you have had this intrusive thought and are therefore by virtue a horrible person.[For further information I would suggest also researching PANDAS].

It may be noticeable if your character has an intrusive thought. They may wince or grimace or roll their eyes certainly, but they won’t open up to Joe at the cafe about how their brain is constantly torturing them. I apparently have a very noticeable eye twitch.

 Depending on the nature of the intrusive thought it will get more or less of a reaction out of me. Its usually dependent on how distressing the intrusive thought is and/or if its a new one.

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You see OCD doesn’t sit still. It never looks the same. You’ll have your long haul intrusive thoughts that are with you for years but then you’ll have weird ass ones that just appear and demand their voice be heard yelling about cars hitting people or squirrels getting eaten.

Some people have similar ones! So while everyone is different there will always be someone out there with an intrusive thought similar to yours.

 For instance; I bonded emotionally with a lady on reddit because we both have intrusive thoughts during storms that animals and the homeless are dying. We were both horribly relieved to find another person and also distressed that every snow or rain storm brings horrible images and whispers to your mind that while you are warm and snug in bed someone is freezing to death. And its all your fault.

Some days are better than others. As with all mental illnesses it isn’t CONSTANT ALARM BELLS. Some days it will be all alarms and other days it will be like a gentle whisper on the breeze. You can almost not notice it. Almost.

Obsessive thoughts run the gauntlet from ‘i will/could have/may/may accidentally harm etc’ something that you hold of value. This is any obsessive thought that you have: you think about repeatedly and not by choice, it is very anxiety provoking, it is unwanted, and unwelcome.

 Mine run the scale from ‘squirrel will be murdered’ to ‘being responsible for harm’.

Compulsions or ‘rituals’ are any behavior done to alleviate the anxiety from the intrusive thought and trigger object. In short, compulsions and rituals are not fun. they are absolutely not logical, and we know they are not logical but we are forced to do them. Thats why its a disorder. 

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To emphasize from post 1: magical thinking and the faulty link between thoughts and actions are hallmarks of OCD.  Magical thinking can be anything from contamination to if I turn around three times or stare really hard at something the bad thing wont happen. Sounds weird and is weird and we know it is thats why its a disorder and not a delusion.

The faulty belief that thought=action is the biggest hurdle it is incredibly difficult to grasp, at least for me maybe some of you that have done further ERP can attest, that the mere concept of a thought not being the same as an action is completely and totally mind blowing.

Free will? Yeah thats terrifying. IDK about anyone else but free will is absolutely terrifying; what do you mean i could do anything i wanted?

Thats how you face OCD(WITH A TRAINED THERAPIST). You give in to ambiguity and the unknown. Its breaking that link between thought and action. Its incredibly difficult and draining. A five minute exposure leaves me in shatters for a week and two five minute ones had me ripping my nails past the nail beds with anxiety.

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Just a reminder: Do not have your character expose themself or expose folks with OCD to a trigger to “ help us get over with”. That is literally forcing someone with a mental illness into a break down and is not helpful. In fact its worse because a person knows about this intrusive thought and they tried to make it real. More shame and some trauma. 

If you have OCD, more likely than not a family member or significant other has tried this with the purest of intentions. But it never works like that. Theres a reason that therapists get special training for this. If people want a post on ERP I can make one at some point. 

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Actually let’s drag me with the squirrel thing as the example- fellow OCD Folks get out a pen and paper and try breaking down one of yours;

Obsession:Squirrel will be murdered

Trigger: seeing a squirrel

 Intrusive thought: Graphic images of a squirrel being murdered by a hawk/ impaling depending on the day

Misinterpretation/feared consequence: Squirrel will be killed and its all my fault

Somatic and Psychological Anxiety:intense anxiety, palms sweating, heart racing,

Compulsions/Rituals: Must stare at the squirrel to prevent bad things from happening, 

Now imagine if that is every time you see a fucking squirrel. You have somehow become completely and totally transfixed on a squirrel and nothing is going to pull your attention away or the squirrel dies- which your mind is giving you lovely images of btw.

Cute right?

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Below are the subtypes with general information/example thoughts/ and how some of these have impacted me socially because apparently some people dont understand that mental illnesses impact their social lives?? yall...

Social: This can range from ‘ i am constantly thinking i did something wrong so i have to ask for reassurance that we are still friends’ to completely unrealistic worries. Maybe its an intrusive thought that ‘ your voice is annoying them’ . There’s reassurance seeking, internal and external checking.

 It makes friendships extremely difficult and exhausting. You’re not trying to get to know someone with an annoying frat boy egging on anxiety in your brain. This can also manifest as having strict rules for yourself and ethical codes. 

My therapist likes to say she could give us (folks with OCD) a pile of hundred dollar bills and come back and they’d all be returned. Because OCD makes you so strict and morally confined. Which ISNT fun. Like I dont get pleasure over having to memorize the entire Code of Conduct!

Social Media: Its the bane of human existence some days and a lifeline the next. But what if everytime your follower count was an odd/even number it sent you into a panic attack. What if you spent all your time with intrusive thoughts that somehow someone misinterpreted a post or that someone is going to be harmed by a post you made about tapirs. 

You may be forced to block people to get your number down or keep pornbots on your blog to keep your number what you like (see there is a use for them! We sacrifice those before actual users!) You may be refreshing your page every second because ‘what if you miss a message’. It's going to look a lot like ‘check check check check reassure yourself double check your posts check check check reassure check check FALSE MEMORY check your post etc’

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Clothing/Body Image: When its not Body Dysmorphia it can be OCD. Sometimes this looks like I obsess about a body part and therefore I choose my clothes/hairstyles to hide those.  Some personal examples: as a kid I was sure that mind readers exist ( THIS IS AN OCD THING TOO I was so relieved to find that out) and that if i didnt wear  a particular hat they would see all these horrible thoughts and it would be revealed what an awful person I was. So I wore the same dumb ass bucket hat for a year (or more I cannot remember but it was a long ass time).

I was once so fixated on being given a compliment on my eye color that I wore sunglasses (even at night) to a summer camp. And if any of those teen girls in that cabin that stood up and mocked me in a crowded lunch hall by singing ‘i wear my sunglasses at night’ you all owe me 40$.

Even younger still I had intrusive thoughts. Like say, if anyone noticed I was female that i would be kidnapped so I chopped my hair very short. I altered my appearance to be very androgynous and even switched to walking more masculine. Because omg if your hips move someones going to kill you thats just how it works. ( It doesnt help I later figured out I was a lesbian)

Your wardrobe may be impacted by OCD and yes so can your body image.

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Also yes the fear of mind readers is also a thing; i always thought I was somehow faking OCD because yes that is also a…..

Faking: Do you value telling the truth? Do you detest lying ? Boy Howdy do I have some news for you. OCD is going to try and convince you that YOU LIED. Whether it was on a chastity pledge to get a free sandwich or in a conversation you just HAD. This links a lot with false memory OCD.

Another aspect is OCD makes us doubt we have OCD and tries to convince us we have any other diagnosis under the sun and we are obviously faking our OCD.

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Sexual Orientation OCD; It is as it is called. Sexual Orientation OCD is what happens when your brain goes ‘hold on what if you’re not this orientation what if you are THAT’. It doesn’t matter where on the LGBT umbrella you fall you will have OCD trying to convince you otherwise. From compulsive staring at members of the same/opposite gender to compulsively reassuring or checking with yourself to ensure that ‘ no no you are in fact THIS orientation.’ 

This can range in behavior from binge watching porn, staring compulsively to check that there is OR is NOT attraction,self checking past experiences and memories, analyzing your clothing and your lifestyle in painful and intricate methods.

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False Memory OCD; False memory OCD is basically your brain sitting you in a noir interrogation room, handcuffing you to a chair grilling you. It demands that you did *insert bad thing here*. This can range from anything from something Harm based to pretty much *anything* from other OCD subtypes. Which is quite delightful really.

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Sensorimotor OCD; Sensorimotor OCD is obsessive body responses. These can be ‘ I have to cough really hard and really feel it right in my chest and if I can’t get it right I have to cough until I do’. This can be counting your heartbeats. Trying to check yourself that you in fact have a heart and checking and reassuring that it is still beating. It can be hyper-awareness of swallowing or even swallowing repeatedly. It is anything with selective attention; ie its an automated process but your OCD is forcing you to be aware of it.

Your OCD makes you aware of the sensation of, say, breathing, and then it convinces you that if you stop paying attention to it you will stop breathing. So now you’re horribly aware and focused solely on breathing and breathing alone. It keeps me up most nights with the pounding anxiety fueled by the pressure of ‘if you stop focusing on breathing you will stop breathing completely’ or waiting to feel that last heartbeat in your chest. 

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Existential OCD; You ever feel existential ? Existential OCD is like having a very aggressive existential crisis that turns you into NEEDING answers IMMEDIATELY. This can look anything from hours panic scrolling the net to panic inducing anxiety because you don't know what happens after death. The thoughts are like foghorns on a misty sea.

This sounds basic and the only example i can give is as a teeny tiny 7 year old I had a panic attack in bed screaming that ‘ what if im a dinosaur and im asleep and i wake up and my whole family is GONE’.

To be fair I did like dinosaurs a lot.

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Harm OCD; This is pretty self explanatory but I will give more details. Harm OCD is OCD demanding that you will/could/can/may have/might harmed yourself/others/any living creature and that you alone are responsible. 

This means anything from getting anxious driving over crosswalks because ‘what if you dont see one and hit someone and its all your fault and you hit someone go back and make sure you havent hit anyone’ to ‘im holding a knife so im going to accidentally stab someone’ to ‘ i didnt see my cat this morning and now im at work and think she must be dead and i am responsible for her demise.’

 It can be as simple as ‘if i use a pencil i will stab myself in the eye’ or as complex as ‘ i may accidentally say a slur’/ ‘ i am going to say this horrible thing out loud if i cannot control myself.’ It can also be images of terror or racist/sexist/ableist jokes in your mind that repeat like a broken record.

(Please note from section 1 that this is extremely anxiety provoking and not something you would do. OCD preys on what we respect the most.)

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pOCD; Tumblr listen the fuck up because I am tired of seeing people get called shit on this website for having this mental illness. People who experience pOCD are not pedophiles, they do not get any pleasure or benefit. The thoughts and images are meant to induce harm to the person experiencing them. Children are normally the trigger for this and the resulting images can be very graphic. Again you aren’t attracted to children- thoughts of them getting harmed hurt you so your OCD makes you see them.

Know this so you can advocate for folks with pOCD in real life. Remember we are here. We are suffering and we are terrified of your children.

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Poisoning others/or in your food; Life isn’t medieval anymore but sometimes OCD demands we have a food taster or that we obsessively worry that we may kill someone with our cooking. Personally I struggle with colorblindness so I am constantly fretful over cooking any sort of meat so it’s difficult for me to cook it.

 However this also comes as; obsessive horrible thoughts of your cooking kill someone or that you have somehow/accidentally poisoned someone’s food (even if you haven’t touched it or been within a foot of it ) or that someone has poisoned YOUR food even if no one has touched it except you. You’re going to be picking apart your food or unable to eat out at all.

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Emotional Contamination: It’s similar to magical thinking and this terrifying prospect of mind readers. Emotional contamination can manifest as anything from intense worry over somehow gaining someone else’s negative personality traits.

 Or that somehow by interacting with any role of someone horrible will make YOU somehow also responsible for the horribleness.  There is usually a person or a type of person that is a trigger, but it can also be location based.

 This is one subtype where magical thinking and superstition are apparent.  

For instance; as a teen if a male was in my space or had physical contact;like shaking hands,giving a high five, being in my room etc. I would have to go around and physically touch all the objects that I perceive they may have also touched as a way to cancel out their presence. 

This includes wiping off myself to negate even the touch of family members. It really hurts peoples feelings, my father was especially hurt by this.

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Physical Contamination: This goes beyond physical dirt and grime. Most of us dont have spotless homes because if you’re having a fist fight with your brain everyday cleaning falls by the wayside just like it would for anyone else. Physical contamination holds 2 things: physical contamination obsessions AND compulsive cleaning behaviors/rituals. We believe that a small amount of a contaminate can cover large surfaces.

 Oh, and did I mention its not JUST dirt/germs/viruses. The list is expansive but heres a mixed bag of what they can be: sticky substances,dead animals,glitter (FUCKING GLITTER),negative words or language,colors, numbers, surfaces in general, food, people, and activities.  There is also a hyper responsibility to protect yourself and others from ‘contamination’.

Strangely there is a magical separation between the contaminated world and the ‘clean’ one. Spaces designated as clean would be a bedroom/bathroom/workspace where you are most active. That space is where the compulsions and intrusive thoughts occur. Its not I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. Otherwise I would be working cleaning houses because why the hell not amiright?

A real world example from a colleague would be a young man with physical contamination OCD is struck with such intrusive thoughts about cleaning that they refuse to allow anyone in their room or any animals in their home. But they are not able to even flush the toilet, take out the trash, wash dishes, or do garbage because of their intrusive thoughts.

The most famous would be compulsive hand washing but I feel it is important to also note OTHER aspects of physical contamination because everyone sees the hand scrubbing stereotype. 

Other compulsions include intricate rituals, not touching the floor (i played X-treme the floor is lava during college. I couldnt let my feet touch the floor because it was ‘dirty’),excessive showering (2-8+ hour showers guys, 8 hour showers. Thats what we’re talking about.)

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Relationship OCD: This comes as no surprise that yes you will have intrusive thoughts that you are somehow harming/ will harm/ may accidentally harm your significant other. Whether that be by physical or emotional means. It can look like ‘ I may have lied to her about how much I love her’, ‘ i may not actually love her and I may be leading her on’, and ‘ I must be corrupting her’. These can extend to certain physical activities with false memory OCD as a cherry on top. A great finishing garnish to leave you feeling absolutely dismayed and unable to trust your own perception.

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Scrupulosity: Religion! Whatever that may be! Its a thing with OCD.  With Scrupulosity obsessive thoughts run all over the board from; you committed a sin and forgot about it you monster to having to pray continuously/ a certain time/ until its right. What is right?Ask OCD that’s the only person who knows. 

We are fairly certain my grandfather had OCD because he went to church for every single Catholic Mass. Every single day. Every. Single. Day.  That’s not a healthy amount of attendance(I'm calling you out posthumously because I care Robert!). This can also look like: praying a certain amount of times. Praying until you do it ‘right’. Confessing every single potential sin. Cataloguing and dwelling over ‘sinful’ things. 

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Symmetry or Just Right OCD: Symmetry OCD is the runner up for ‘most likely recognized on tv shows’ award.

Symmetry OCD convinces you that if *insert thing here* isnt symmetrical or ‘just right’ (a magical position or number of objects that makes 0 logical sense) that something bad will happen.

This can range from the known; rearranging things. But it also looks like buying more objects until you reach the right amount and even throwing out objects if theres ‘too many’.

It can range from ‘the walls are percievably not straight so now i avoid that room at all costs otherwise i will be trapped traveling the edges of the wall with my eyes otherwise it will fall in and murder us ALL.’ to ‘ this historical bust is one inch off to the left and now all i see is visions of it breaking against the ground.’

So that is what I have time for. 9 pages on subtypes and basic information. If you find yourself wanting me information all of this is easily accessible online. So go, be free and dont ever compare people to Monk again. Write Batman and Scott Summers with OCD. Give us ACTUAL representation and not throw away joke lines. We are here. Our suffering isnt funny. We deserve representation too.

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Pairings Poppy x MC

Zoe dragged me into this frat party where once again i had to see Poppy's face. I grew fond of her cruel words and her sharp glare. Everywhere i go i feel like i am being followed, that must be because everyone is so interesting in our stupid fights.

I am now sitting on a bench as the loud music consumes me. Zoe is playing beer ponk with the boys. She insisted on playing but i wasn't in the exact mood for that. Luis practically got offended saying he wants to team up with me again and kick their asses.

I chug the bitter liquor from my cup as i feel it burning my throat. What am i even doing here? Tomorrow i must grade the essays Professor Kingsley gave me. I probably drank more than i intended too but that's because of my latest encounter with Poppy.

As i stand up someone bump into me and the remaining liquor on my cup goes flying on my new shirt. Great, just what i needed. I glance up and see Veronica put her phone away looking at me apologetically. I never saw her alone without Poppy's dogs but now she looks different, more carefree

"You should really watch where you are going" she says smirking "here let me" she grabs a handful of napkins from a nearby table handing them to me

I roll my eyes "Maybe stop being on your phone that much"

Veronica chuckles sitting beside me "My followers will hate me if i do"

Wow how soothing. I try to clean the remaining alcohol knowing well it will leave a stain. I sigh running my hand through my hair, what am i supposed to say now?

"Are you here to livestream my failures or did Poppy send you?"

She looks at me skeptical and the silence is stretched out way to long "You know Poppy needs me i don't, i already have a platform"

I know well trust me. Me and Professor went through all of that a couple of weeks ago and luckily i am aware of the people around me

"Then why are you running behind her all the time?"

Veronica sighs and i can tell this question makes her uncomfortable "You dont have to tell me anything..you hate me anyways"

"I don't" she says looking at the chaotic party around us "i tried to put some sense into their heads but"

But they are a bunch of bitches threatened by a small town girl i know Veronica.

I laugh surprised at her statement "And why would i believe you?"

"I had a fight with Poppy. She wanted me to search something embarrassing about your past"

I am not surprised. Since day one Poppy has been nothing but bitter and cold towards me

She takes her phone out typing fast. Ok this girl is no joke. Finally she shoves her screen into my face and i gasp

"Oh my god delete that!" What the hell? How did she found my old account on Instagram

She laughs loudly "Gosh that selfie with the pig is amazing"

For a moment i think she will post it but she actually deletes it looking at me while typing a message. That's some skills.

"I mean no harm. I actually meant to bump into you" she takes a deep breath, her shoulders tense a little bit

"Oh really? Am i that interesting?" I chuckle as i gaze at her. She is indeed beautiful. Her hair is tied in a tight bun a little bit messy if you ask me. A lock of hair falls into her face and without realising i tuck it behind her ear

Her eyes have a hidden desire behind them as she lean in. Is this really happening? That until a loud cough bring me back to reality and of course its Chloe and Poppy

"I thought you said you are going to the bathroom not in the garbage"

I roll my eyes pulling away from Veronica who just sit up "What are you even doing with her? You know you really need to learn how to dress" Chloe says crossing her arms. She is two steps behind Poppy, her shadow basically how sad Chlo.

"Said the barbie wannabe" i stand up ready to leave when i hear Poppy clapping

"How charming Newbee thinks she is something, i can take you back to the bottom of the list but i feel to sorry for you"

Ugh yes Min-Sinclair i am so scared of you. I fight back the urge to respond to her as i head towards Zoe. She smiles warmly when she sees me

"Girl come here we are going to kick some ass!" She says excitedly passing me the ball

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"Are you serious V you can't be seen with her in public" Chloe says looking up at Poppy for approval

Veronica rolls her eyes "Why don't you bring me a drink doggo?"

Before she can even respond Poppy waves her hand dismissively "Do that"

As she disappears they are finally alone and oh my her eyes are filled with anger

"If you felt nostalgic for the bottom food chain i can drag you there gladly"

Veronica laughs crossing her arms "What's your problem anyways, she is 20 on the rankings"

Poppy takes a step closer and i swear if this was a cartoon smoke would come out from her ears "Listen here you stupid cow i make the rules"

"Says who? The T? Or dozens of stupid brainless students?" Veronica claps back not backing down

"If i see you one more time near Hughes i won't hesitate to end you" Poppy spits out angrily as Chloe comes back with a drink

"I like her she is actually interesting"

Uh oh V you shouldn't have said that. Poppy is holding a drink i wouldn't test her. But instead she storms out with a low scream

Chloe is about to follow but she stops her tracks "Don't you dare follow me!!"

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I am laughing with the boys felling the alcohol flowing through my veins. With the corner of my eye i see Poppy sitting alone on a bench. Where are her followers? Did Min-Sinclair fall off her high horse yet?

I sigh as i let my cup down approaching her. Zoe gives me a worried look and i nod thinking i am doing the right thing.

The more i approach the more clear i can hear. The music fades behind me and i can actually hear sniffing. Is Poppy crying? The heartless monster that tries to ruin my life has actual feelings? Wow shocker.

"What do you want? Talk to me when you find your sense of fashion" ouch i actually start to regret approaching

"You don't have to pretend, no one is around anyways" i say sitting a little far away from her testing the waters

She sighs letting her walls down "I don't like this party anyways Carter is giving no attention to me"

I try to hold back a laugh and i think she noticed "If you make fu--"

"Oh shut up i am trying to have an actual conversation with you"

"Don't kiss my friends, better yet forget Veronica because if you approach--"

I stand up throwing my hands in the air "Why are you so obsessed with me??" Oh wow i am actually impressed with myself

Poppy looks stunned for a second before standing up to face me "No one gets to talk to me this way Newbee especially someone with an annoying voice and no wearable clothes"

Gosh why do you have to be so annoying? I feel the alcohol kick in and i want to go as far away as possible before i say something i will regret

"You like me" yup there it is, i tried to warn you Bea.

"Excuse me? I like you?"

I suddenly get a notification on my phone. I ignore her outburst as i open the message noticing its from Veronica. Great timing V

"Will you look at that? Veronica wants to meet up so ta ta!"

"No!" She yells and i smirk. Good job Pop, very convincing

I laugh looking at her expression. I can see her faint blush under the neon lights. She is actually beautiful if she wasn't such a bitch. She looks uncomfortably around noticing we are all alone. Very subtle

"I don't want your dirt near my circle" she finally says crossing her arms. How cute

"There you are" Veronica appears at the best time looking between me and Poppy

"Am i interrupting something?" She says ready to step away but i walk towards her

"Actually i was about to come and find you" i say shooting a small smile at Poppy

"See you around!" I grab Veronica's hand leading us away. Oh its on

"AAAAAAA" i can hear a scream but it fades as we step into the dancefloor. For once i feel like i am winning. I dance my worries away as i enjoy making Poppy jealous as she watch us dance close. I will make you work for it darling, make your life a living hell.

As time passes i take a sit exhausted from dancing. Veronica had to go livestream promising she will be back soon. Aaand her comes Poppy once again approaching dangerously close

"What could you possibly want n--" but before i can even finish my sentence Poppy throws her arms around me pulling me into a heated kiss. What.Is.Happening?

I pull away stunned gazing at her shinny eyes "Never approach Veronica again" she says trying to catch her breath. Did she just kiss me?? Before i can even comprehend what we just did she blows me a kiss leaving "See you around Newbee"

I let out a laugh knowing well this is going to be fun.

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Remus Lupin Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He is a SUCKER for a good smile. He loves when you smile spreads to your eyes Lighting up all your features as you grin and laugh

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

We all know what went down in Deathly Hallows. Remus would like to have children with you at some point but there’s always the worry in the back of his mind that he may pass on his lycanthropy onto the child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Remus makes an excellent big spoon. He’s a VERY heavy sleeper, so good luck wriggling away from him when he’s holding onto you :)

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He loves to take you to small cafés and bookshops, tucked away and calm, so it’s just the two of you. He’ll but the tea and you buy the cake or samdwiches as you sit in squashy armchairs. You often end up nuzzled next to eachother on one chair, sipping tea and feeding eachother bits of cake 

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You’re Remus’s sweetheart.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He first knew he was in love with you when you found out about his lycanthropy. You were accepting and calm and asked if there was anything you could do to make his transformations more bearable. It made his heart swell and he was reminded of the marauders, all those years ago

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Remus is a very gentle man, from his voice to his touch. He will wrestle you occasionally and tickle you mercilessly if he is not drained of energy

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He loves to hold hand all the time, lacing his fingers with yours and holding you close to his side

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was comfort and trustworthiness. He felt more relaxed than normal around you

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not so much jealous, more so insecure. He sees himself as broken and impure and a monster, and when younger, more human people chat you up, he can’t help but worry that you’ll leave him for someone you deserve

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It was a mutual thing. You were both snuggled up, thd conversation died down and tentatively, you both leaned in. Granted, you bumped heads, but nothing is perfect. Your first kiss was giggly and gently, and he kissed your forehead afterwards by way of apology

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. He was in one of his moods, ranting about how you ought to see someone younger and human etc etc, and you yelled at him “why can’t you just see? I love you, remus! Please don’t push me away!”

You locked yourself in your bedroom, crying out your frustrations while he paced. Biting the bullet, he went upstairs and knocked on the door, and let out a sigh of relief when the lock clicked and you let him in

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Coming into the living room while you were staying at his and spotting you curled up on his armchair, bundled up in one of baggy jumpers and clutching his cushion as you snoozed. “Sorry,” you had mumbled. “Made tea, didn’t wanna wake you... must’ve dozed off,”

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Remus would give the the universe if he could, but he can barely afford new clothes. You don’t mind though- he always has plenty of chocolate and cuddles to share

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow. Not super neon, though. It just reminds him of the time he caught you watering the sunflowers and gathering dandelions to weave into something pretty

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart, darling, love, pet

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves muggle photographs, the kind that DONT move. They allow him to relive the entire scene, not just the little snippet that plays over and over

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Couch. Book. Snuggles. Sorted.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He’ll brew hot chocolate and sit on the couch, staring into space. If you come within a foot of him, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, hiding his face in face in your chest or neck, eyes closed.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

With you, anything. From over-tired midnight ramblings to discussing the news to sharing knowledge on the most obscure things...

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A hot drink and a good book that he’s read at least 4 times before (that way he doesn’t have to THINK about the plot because he know what happens) the familiarity soothes him.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Remus is a modest man. He’ll happily show you off in his own way, by holding your hand and kissing your cheek, behaving like a real gent, though he refuses to parade you like an object

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes when you’re tucked up in bed together, your head resting on his chest as he stroked your hair. He tilted your chin up gently and took a deep breath before murmuring “YN... you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time, and each day with you I get happier and happier. Please... would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

You sit bolt upright and stare at him for a moment, before grasping his face and kissing him lovingly, your tears splashing into his face. “Of course I will, remus,”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams. It just makes him feel nostalgic, remembering simpler times when his friends were alive and the biggest worry in his mind was Filch catching them lacing his office with Dumgbombs

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Remus knows you’re The One, though he dithers about how and when to propose, before the events of W

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He doesn’t really need a pet. He’s got a Sirius and that is ENOUGH for anyone.

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Summary: (Y/N) a 13 year old girl goes to her first day in high school. Despite the hard attempts and making friends because of her socially awkwardness she finds herself distracted by a certain boy in her class. (Note: This isn’t made for discrimination or stereotypes to people who go through anxiety, depression or have autism. This is all real stuff and written for the sake of notice and to betaken seriously. I won’t be portraying any kind of offensive or critical stereotypes nor will ever in this one-shot. This was based on personal experience and point of view. IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION AND ARE TRIGGERED BY THESE SAME THEMES. PLEASE DO NOT READ FOR YOUR OWN SAKE. AND IF YOU ARE SUFFERING FROM EITHER ONE, PLEASE FIND SUPPORT OR HELP, WE ARE ALL HERE FOR YOU EVEN IF YOU DONT THINK SO WE ARE. WE WILL HELP YOU GET THROUGH IT, AND IN THE END IT WILL HELP YOU ALOT💕 )

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“Mommy, what if the other kids don’t like me or hate me.....”, I managed to utter out as I looked at her through a glimpse as I looked down at my shoes, while sitting on the stool near the counter. 

“Oh Honey, don’t say that, you know that’s not true.”, Mom said in a cheery voice as she was working on breakfast listening to me as she did,” Some of those kids will like you. Might even want to be your friend.”

I looked up at my mom only glancing at her back as she was stirring the ingredients in a bowl, my attitude and mood not changing from its gloom state as I heard those positive words, as it should.’ Is she only saying that to make me feel better?’ I thought in my head as I felt a bit angry at the thought, a bit happy too that she cared, though it didn’t change my idea of it nonetheless. 

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“They think I’m a freak and a monster.....”, I said suddenly without emotion my voice breaking a bit as I felt tears building up a bit on my eyes at the idea of it, trying my best not let them crawl and trace down my cheeks as I didn’t want her to see me cry.

My mom then turned around from what she was doing in the kitchen towards me her eyes widening at what I said, almost dropping the pan she was holding that held a small stack of pancakes, as she heard those sharp and painful words out of my mouth. She gulped slightly making me quirk an eyebrow, waiting for a response and obviously worried and confused for her silence, feeling insecure as I awaited her answer. She then put the pan down and walked towards me kneeling down unto my level as I tried my best to dry roughly at the tears. Only for her to gently push them away from my face and take her soft and delicate hands and brush the tears away with her fingertips as she grabbed my face gingerly, her eyes filled with concern as she did.

“You are not a freak or a monster....Ok. and definitely not a monster.”, My mom corrected me sincerely as she said in a whispering tone to me letting her forehead connect with mine as her gaze met mine.” You are just different from the rest of the other kids.”

“You are special.”, She said as she kissed my forehead, embracing me as she did, returning the hug it a few moments later as I registered the action in my brain. Letting my arms wrap around her for warmth and comfort, as I left the few remaining tears drop unto her clothed shoulder, cursing myself for it.

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“Yeah Right.”, I muttered under my breath sarcastically as I replayed the events from this morning. Holding a pen and flicking it repeatedly, as I felt my anxious state grow with every step I took towards what was now called my school, trying to take my stress away roughly at the writing utensil gripped tightly at my hand as I repeated the process. This was a soothing technique for me for whenever I felt overly stressed or anxious in a situation. Despite the annoying sound it would do, I couldn’t help but feel calm and relief wash over me as I felt the tensing energy leave my body, easing my breathing, nerves, and muscles. I then stopped as I calmed down putting the pen on my pocket as I released a sigh, gripping my bag tightly.

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This wasn’t the first time my mother has said or used the word special in those exact occasions. To be honest there was nothing special about me. This wasn’t my first school that I was attending either. I’ve been to many, and seen many faces from kids my age and younger to teachers and parents. Despite their differences they have one thing in common when it came to me. They all gave me the same look. Whether it was pitiful or dirty it didn’t matter. All the different kids from different schools gave me that same stupid and meaningless face. At first I thought it was because I was new to them, but then I started to quickly realize it wasn’t just that.....I was a shy girl so I never really understood at that time. All those times I would try to talk to people or waiting for them to approach me as I sat alone calmly doing my work....Being friendly and confident as possible as I greeted them with the best and nicest smile I could muster on my young face...They never responded back they simply whispered something to another kid and simply left me standing there stranded as they went to play with the other kids... Avoiding me entirely even when I went to speak with them again....Sometimes I tried asking the kids if I could play but they would either ignore me and walk away or say that It wasn’t a game for me to play......

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Was I not suppose to talk to them?”

“Why aren’t they talking to me?”

Those were some of the thoughts I had, but I knew those weren’t the exact reasons, knowing fully well I wasn’t bad when it came to speech or greetings when I talked to other people. The teachers blamed me for it of course, when I asked them why the other kids avoided me.

“Maybe if you weren’t and acted like such a freak, they would be talking to you.”, One Teacher I remembered bitterly saying to me with the fakest smile as she then turned her back towards me walking away from my small frame not caring whether those words struck my small heart or tear up and cry.

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I shook my head and decided to think of something else as my sneakers grazed the cement floor on the sidewalk. I then looked towards the sky seeing the sun shinning and the pure white clouds forming picturesque structures as they floated above. ‘I wonder if there is any people living in those fluffy clouds?’, I thought with a smile,’ Is there such a thing as cloud puppies too!?’ 

I giggled a bit as I thought about what a cloud puppy would look like. Sort of like a poodle or    but more fluffier and soft fur like marshmallows and cotton candy combined.  “Are clouds tasty?”, I whispered out loud as I kept staring at the edible-looking clouds, ‘They do look a lot like cotton candy....so maybe.’

I then starred at my feet laughing at the thought, only for then to look up and noticed that I was already in front of the school.

I gulped as I was frozen in place.

“Here goes nothing”, I said to myself a bit nervously as I let my feet drag slowly towards the horrors of what was now officially called my school.

Walking towards the doors of the school, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nausea hit me, totally uncomfortable on how all of this was going to go. After I enter the entrance to the school through the double doors I couldn’t help but notice one unnormal thing.

Empty halls.

‘Weird.’, I thought in my head with a raised eyebrow.,’ I thought it would be crowded by this time.’

Reading the letters on top of the doors, I checked to see my assigned class as I looked at each one on both sides of me in the empty halls. Seeing the exact one I enter it only for then to see a crowd of unfamiliar faces turned all of their heads in sync towards me.

I then closed it behind me with a jitter in my hands as I felt belittled by all the beady eyes of the students that were staring at me while sitting in there sits.

“Mrs.(Y/N), You’re late!”, A female voice said harshly next to me.

I then turned towards the origin of the voice to my right, seeing it was a middle aged woman with long hair that was tied up into a bun and was wearing glasses underneath her brown caramel eyes. Her faced was adorned with makeup and an angry scowl in her face as her eyes met mine, obviously unhappy and pissed.

“Care to explain why?.”, She said in a dominant tone, and with stern eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest and her heels clicked underneath the marble floor of the classroom as she tapped her foot impatiently.

“I-i....”, I started with a stammer and whisper obviously nervous and uneasy about all of the students who were staring at me in the front of the class.,”I-im sorry..”

‘Way to go me....’, I thought sarcastically at myself as I said those words.

The teacher squinted her eyes with a humph, only to then close them. Then as if on cue....

An erupting choir of laughter resounded in the entirety of the room in sync as all of the kids started to laugh at me. In that moment I felt humiliated and irritated,  I wanted to just throw myself in a box and at the same time tell the kids to shove their mouths up their own asses to shut them up. But I felt completely vulnerable at the moment unknowing of what to say. as I felt small....

‘So much for good impressions.’, I thought in defeat as I looked down at the floor.

“Quiet down class, quiet down!”, The teacher said as she stared at room full of teens as they all kept quiet some of them still snickering softly, or trying to control the laughter that was still trying to emit from their lips.

“I’ll let you off with a warning since you did apologize, after all. The next time though I won’t and you will be sent to the principal’s office as punishment if this repeats. Understood.”, She said a bit more warmly still keeping a strict poise as she turned towards me.

I nodded slowly of course as I listen to her words looking down a bit ashamedly as I did.” Yes Mrs....”

“Mrs. Johnson.”, She said with a small smile and then she gestured towards the empty seat,” You can go ahead and sit next to Frank over there in the back.”

I then followed her arm towards were she was exactly pointing and to my thoughts, there was a boy with an orange pale button up shirt in the far back right next to were my assigned seat was, looking and snapping his thoughts towards the teacher as he heard his name from the teacher’s mouth. I gulped ‘Why the far back?’ I then looked towards the front row and saw the whole aisle filled students already, ‘Oh that’s why...’

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards through the rows of filled seats, hearing whispers or name-callings as I walked past them towards my seat. Of course I glared at the students a bit in front of me while also trying to put a fake smile for them as I tried my best to ignore their harsh and childish remarks. As I reached the desk, I couldn’t help but notice the “Frank” boy from earlier stare at me from the corner of my eyes as I sat beside him, knowing that he wasn’t in the beginning until he heard his name being called. His bright green eyes observing me as I put my backpack close to my side and slumped into my seat. I then saw as the boy stared for a few seconds at me more before looking away from me in boredom just like a few minutes earlier. 

As he looked away, I couldn’t help but stare at him as I got good look at him clearly compared to when I was in the front of the class. “Frank” had brown blondish hair that was a bit long and slicked back neatly, green and slightly dark eyes as the color of leaves in the trees during springs or summer as they stared boredly away as one hand was held towards his cheek, leaning his elbow against and touching the table on his desk propping his head up, wearing his orange pale button up shirt and white pants, along with some sneakers. 

“Cute.”, I whispered a bit too loudly as I stared at him my cheeks dusting with a violent red as I realized what words fell from  my mouth. Frank being near me ,considering he was beside me and the whole class was quiet at the moment, turned his head to me as he heard what I said with a confused face, either not catching what I just heard or uncomfortable with what I said from my understanding. I then stared to the front away from him, my shoulders tense, my face completely red, and my heart beating out as if it were to rip away from my ribcage and body. I breathed steadily and sighed, as I felt his stare drift away as he huffed a bit going back to his usual stuff to staring at nothing. ‘Geez, what are you thinking girl.....’, I scolded at myself with a mental facepalm,’ You already messed it up with coming late, now your making it worse by telling a boy he is cute....Ugh, at least I hope he didn’t hear me.’

The teacher started lesson as if a few minutes prior and after the incident. Staring mindlessly at the chalkboard, I couldn’t help but feel a bit tired and suddenly....bored as I tuned out the teachers words. ‘School sucks.’, I thought for a moment before a lightbulb suddenly went above my head with a silent yawn,’ I’m gonna draw.’

I then took my separate drawing pad, pen and pencil, while flipping to and empty page. I then started to work my magic as I began to doodle what was on my mind as ideas spurred through my brain. I was pondering on what to draw as I held the pen close to my chin. I had a great influence and overall interest in music, I loved it so much especially when it came to rock music. Because of that, I wanted to become a musician or songwriter one day. I then thought about drawing puppies or rockstars.....

I then did just that as I drew cute little doodles of puppies along with a rockstar sketch of my favorite musician. As I kept listening at the teacher to the class while also distracting myself with some quality time for me, I noticed something soft yet solid grazing shoulder slightly, landing at next to my feet on the floor. It was a crumbled up piece of paper that was made into a ball. Rolling my eyes, I didn’t think any of it as I kept tracing my pen on the paper. 

‘Psst. Hey.’ 

Fixated on the paper I kept on drawing cute little stars and details on the drawing oblivious to the person that was calling someone else, whoever did. 

‘Psst!’

This time it was a bit more louder but still made into a whisper as I didn’t bother to check who it was that made the noise.

I then felt another hard thud on my shoulder this time still soft but harsh as the solid material hit me directly. Leaving my eyes from the paper as I had an angry frown in my face obviously annoyed at the person who threw the paper at me, I looked towards the person who made the ‘psst’ sound again only to see that it was the so called ‘Frank’ boy from earlier. 

He then gestured towards the crumbled sheet of paper in front of my desk. I narrowed my brows at him, with suspicion but complied either way so he could stop bothering me, despite the fact he seemed friendly. Grabbing the crumbled sheet, I heard the sound of the bell ringing before I could open it. The class was then dismissed but before I could read the note that the boy passed to me. I felt a harsh shove as I fell back on the seat causing the note to fall from my hands and into the floor, nobody noticing as they let their dirty shoes graze and paint the paper. Seeing that everyone left including the person that shoved me by accident, I went to pick up the note from the ground only to see that it was indeed painted with shoe prints and ripped in half harshly. ‘Ugh...’ I groaned in disgust as I went to the trash to throw it away,’ I hope it wasn’t something important that I needed to know.’

I then looked towards the back of the class were Frank was, only to find out he wasn’t there anymore. Frowning a bit at the thought as I was hoping maybe I could talk to him, I went towards were all the students were going....probably the cafeteria..

‘Maybe I’ll see him there’, I thought lightening up a bit with a smile.”

‘We’ll even be friends probably....”

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{AUTHORS NOTE}

Hey there I hope you all enjoyed this little miniseries I’m doing. The reason I made this was because of personal experience in my early years in high school, and I felt I had to write them down. I also wondered how it will be like if Sixx to ever meet a girl with autism. I’ll be uploading part two as soon as I can of course .hope you liked it and Thank you for reading.

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Feild Trip with a Rich Bitch (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Part Two

Mentions of drugs,Rafe being a bitch,swearing and blow torches :)

Also,Goddess Part Three will be up by Friday afternoon.If you would like to be tagged please let me know :)

He had always hated Pogues.Then he met you.

You worked at a car repair shop in The Cut.He had come in on his bike,well,he had walked the broken piece of shit to the shop.You were the only one working that day.He couldnt help but think you looked adorable with your long sleeve yellow shirt under dark blue overalls,a backwards red hat and at least six silver chains draped across your neck.You had been extremely focused,sitting indian style as you smoothed a weird bump on a car with a nail file. “So are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna tell me what youre doing here,pretty boy?”You asked,not taking your attention off the task at hand.He blinked,surprised by your carefree yet assertive tone. “Uhh...somethings wrong with my bike.”He mumbled,attempting to smooth out his hair.You let out a small laugh as you dragged a paint brush along the smooth metal,fixing the messy spot. “No shit.What’d you do to it?”You asked,spreading more paint across the metal.His face turned red as he glanced around the shop.

There were paintings across the walls,multiple tool boxes and a wall of paint swatches.There were six other cars parked,some of them with large dents,holes or scratches. “I drove it into a tree.”He mumbled.You nodded. “Magnificent job,pretty boy.How are you gonna have a bike as expensive as that one then drive it into a tree?”You asked.He just shrugged,hands in his pockets.You put your paintbrush down into a cup of water,pulling out a blowtorch from seemingly nowhere.The flame hovered above the paint,drying and hardening it.Once you were satisfied with the paint job you stood up,brushing off your pants.You still had the blowtorch in your hand,the potential weapon swinging next to your thigh as you walked towards Rafe. “You gotta put the kickstand down,pretty boy.”You reminded him,gesturing to the bike.He nodded. “Right.”He nodded,putting the kickstand down and turning the handlebars so it would lean on the metal rod.One of the tires seemed blown out,a straight hole through the seat and multiple scratches across the metal.He watched as you looked over it.

You pulled at one of your chains. “So are you going to tell me what actually happened?”You asked,crossing your arms over your chest.That caused him to look down at your chest and the bleach stains across the front of your overalls.You snapped your fingers to get his attention back to your eyes.He cleared his throat,looking back up at you. “So how much for the repairs?”He asked.You smirked. “Well...i’d say $150 but you’re an asshole so thats an additional $15 and you’re also ruining my day so that would be another $15.”You twirled one of your chains,looking into his blue eyes.He bit his tongue,glancing between you and his bike. “And whats the fee for you not to tell anyone youre keeping my bike here?”He asked.You ran the tip of your tongue along your teeth with a devil like smile.God,this boy had never been in this kind of situation before.You werent even gonna tell anyone in the first place.You could probably charge him hundreds of dollars for all the things he’s done and he wouldnt be able to do anything about it.You were the best repair woman on the island and anyone else would go straight to his dad.It was 11 in the morning.You had pulled an all nighter for the third time that week and you hadnt eaten yet.Plus,if you sent Rafe to the store he could buy the expensive shit.

 “Theres a store three blocks away.Youre gonna go there and buy everything on the list and youre not gonna question it.”You told him.His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you take a notepad out of your pocket along with a pen,jotting things down.You tore the paper off,folding it and handing it to him.He took it,frowning and confused. “Hurry up.”You told him.He nodded,no words or sounds escaping his lips as he left the garage and made his way down the street.He knew what store you were talking about,the one with the sleeping cat outside.It was awfully quiet as he walked.Most of the time all the exciting things happened at night,not 11 in the morning.Either that or all the pogues were hiding from him,his gelled hair and his ugly ass khakis.He unfolded the piece of paper,reading it.Three large lemons,two large monster energy drinks,a bag of doritos and a pack of gum.It was a strange request but he wasnt supposed to question it.He had kept his head down at the store,grabbing three of the largest lemons he saw,two random monster energy drinks,the doritos and three packs of gum.

He didnt know what kind of gum you liked but you probably had to like one of the three,right?When he got back you were using your blowtorch on a part of the bike you had painted. “Put the bag on the work table and touch nothing.”You spoke loudly,confidently.He found your confidence unbelievably attractive.He never let anyone boss him around like this but ther was just something about you.You held some sort of power over other pogues,he could tell that much by the few boneyard parties he’d gone too.The others were attracted to you,some of them held their breath as you walked by,others just kept their distance.He didnt know where such nice chains had come from.They looked like they had weight,indicating that they were real.He had carefully walked over to your work table,seeing multiple small jars of paint,brushes,metal sheets,files,nails,screws and your cell phone.It was a pretty old model.He set the bag down on an empty spot,watching as a notification came across your phone.Eighteen days sober!Log this milestone.He frowned.Sober from what?

He shook it off,walking back around to where you were with his bike. “I was worried that you’d set my bike on fire or something.”He spoke quietly,trying to make conversation.You glared up at him,eyebrows casting shadows over your irises. “What?Cause im a dirty pogue?”You asked.He shook his head frantically. “Thats not what I meant I-”He began to explain himself but you cut him off. “So because im fixing your bike im different?”You asked.He sighed. “I just meant because of the blowtorch-Im sorry.”He mumbled.You stood up,blowtorch in hand. “Know your place,rich bitch.Your bike will be done by three,save yourself the embarrassment and go home to your mansion.”Your voice was dripping in venom,eyes narrowing.He gulped. “I cant go back home without my bike,my dad will kill me.”He mumbled,looking down at you.You smirked. “Good.”You replied before kneeling down again by the bike,getting back to work. “God,could you stop staring at me?Go sit somewhere or sue a tree or some shit.”You huffed.He almost tripped over his own feet,finding a chair and sitting down.He tapped his food on the ground anxiously. “So um...how long have you been fixing cars?”He asked.

You slammed the blow torch down on the concrete. “Could you shut the fuck up?Please?”You asked.He bit his lip. “I dont like the silence.”He replied. “And I dont like loud noises.”You answered. “What are you sober from?”He asked.You sat there for a moment,eyes locked on the ground.You slowly stood up,walking towards him. “You went on my phone?”You asked.His mouth went dry and he was lost for words. “Rafe.”You snarled.He looked back up at you,beads of sweat collecting at his hairline. “I-the notification-I just saw it and I just-God,im sorry (Y/N).”He sighed,looking away from you.Your hand reached up,gripping his jaw and making him look at you. “Didnt I tell you to shut the fuck up?”You asked.He looked away from you,only looking back when your grip tightened. “Yeah.”He muttered. “And you’re gonna be good and shut that pretty mouth of yours,right?”You asked,squeezing harder on his flesh.He hummed. 

“Good.”You mumbled,taking your hand away and getting back to work.You could feel him staring at you,the way your fingers moved as you grabbed your tools.He understood now.He understood the pogues’ fear and admiration of you.He felt like one of them,caught up in your beauty and the way you carried yourself while simultaneously being slightly afraid of you.You walked past him,grabbing one of the monsters.You grabbed a knife from the table.He watched as you cut open the bottom of the energy drink and shot gunned it,wiping your mouth when you were done.You grabbed a lemon from the bag,cutting an end of it off.You pulled a container of a white powder,opening it and coating the lemon slice in it. “Dont stare at me like that.Its salt,nothing you can snort.”You grumbled,taking the slice out and placing it in your mouth.Your eyes didnt squint and your eyebrows didnt furrow at the taste. “You...you eat lemons in salt?”He asked.You pulled the lemon slice from your teeth,biting the salt coated fruit as it left your mouth. 

“I do.”You replied. “It helps with cravings.”You finished your thought,going to fix the bike seat.Rafe had sat on his phone until one in the afternoon when he heard someone come in. “You havent answered your phone,thought you were dead or something.”A deep voice said.Rafe heard you giggle. “Only on the inside,sunshine.I’m busy with work right now,tell the others ill be around by seven.”He heard the tone of your voice.Friendly,happy and almost excited. “Alright.Did you eat today?”The voice asked. “I had a lemon slice,ive got some doritos so dont worry too much.I’ll see you later.”You had told your friend. “Alright,sounds like a plan.”THe boys voice said before leaving.Rafe watched as you rolled a tire inside,replacing the one he had destroyed.Once you had replaced it you went back to the bag of goodies,cutting open the other monster.You chugged it,sighing as you stared up at the ceiling. “Why do you hate me so much?”Rafe asked suddenly.A smile tugged at your lips.

 “You beat up two of my boys,you come around starting shit and blaming it on us,you think youre just so fucking amazing when youre really just a bitch,you ran over my fucking mailbox,you drink and drive,you gave another one of my boys a fucking concussion and a scar and you wonder why I hate you?”You ranted,fists clenching.He just sat there,hands gripping the arms of the chair. “You just fuck things up.”You sighed.He licked his lips. “You sound like my dad.”He mumbled.You laughed. “Oh dont get me started on your dad.That bitch ruined my life.”You sighed,grabbing another lemon slice.He raised his eyebrows. “What?How?”He asked.You just giggled to yourself. “You really have no idea what your father has done to my family?No idea at all?”You asked.He shook his head.You just laughed again,the sound filling the air.It wasnt like the way you had giggled with your friend.It was empty and sarcastic,hiding anger that was building up inside of you. “You wanna go for a field trip,Rafe Cameron?”You asked.

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Geralt x Injured reader part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x reader (self insert)

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, I think that's all?

Summary: Reader is feeling jealous and wanders too far from camp.

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Hey guys! This is like my first fanfiction ever. And I wrote it at like 3am when I couldn't sleep. It's probably trash but if you like it I do have ideas for more! Xoxo enjoy****

Geralt x injured reader part 1

Jealousy was not a pretty color on you. And you swore riot yourself it was no such thing. After all Geralt of Rivia was just a teacher/friend you were travelling with. You had some skill with a sword, he found you trying to take down a kikkemora all by yourself, and failing miserably. After you saw how skilled he was you begged him to take you with him, to train you. He said no of course, so you just kept tagging along without his consent. At some point though he finally decided that if you were gonna come along you might as well be of some use so you made a deal.

Over the months you grew stronger but still had much to learn. After all it takes years for anyone to become a great fighter. And luckily for you, Geralt had many many many years of experience to offer you.

You enjoyed the time you spent togther, the conversation, (although you did most of the talking..) and the training, he was one of the few people in your life you felt comfortable with. Someone you could always count on. And somewhere along your travels the line between student and teacher blurred for you into something else, although you did your best to deny it at first.

You had gone off and caught feelings for the man who had no interest in real committed relationships. You knew you had it bad when you found yourself overflowing with irritation when he spent his nights in the arms of some whore at a dirty brothel.

On those nights you drank until you passed out on roach. Pretty fucking pathetic y/n.

Then came along the witch, Yennefer..

You saw how they looked at eachother, a look you'd wish Geralt would give you even for a fleeting moment.

There were creatures that had been attacking the villagers at night, so the three of you, well four since Jaskier decided to tag along when he spotted us, were tracking these monsters into the forest. You didnt mind Jaskier at all, his songs a welcome distraction from the obvious growing bond between Geralt and Yennefer.

You felt horrible for the animosity you felt towards her. She did nothing wrong and you hated that if not for your jealousy, you probably would have been close friends.

If you were a better women you could get over your silly crush and focus on your training but...

Yeah you had some growing to do. After searching the forest for a few hours, and finding nothing, everyone was tired and decided to set up camp.

Once Geralt tied down roach, he turned to address the group, "Everyone is to stay in camp, these monsters are dangerous, so if you need to take a piss, I suggest you do it behind a tent, unless you wanna risk getting your head shot off" he said rather gruffly.

Jaskier made a sound of discomfort and scooted closer to the fire.

"Dont worry jaskier, I'll protect you" you giggled.

He turned to you in amusement, "Ah yes how does go the training y/n, last I saw you, you could barely lift your sword" he teased.

"I've gotten rather good, mind if I practice on you?" You teased.

"Thanks but I think I better go and get my beauty sleep, good night" he smiled and retreated into his tent.

You went to feed roach some apples when you noticed that Geralt and Yennefer had dissapeared.

Huh? Where did they go? At first you thought they were in trouble since you didnt hear either of them say goodnight but as you got closer to the middle of camp you heard voices coming from Yennefers tent.

You told yourself not to look but you couldn't help it. And the instant you did you felt your heart break. It was one thing to see him in the arms of a whore. You knew they meant nothing to him, but in the arms of someone he cares for? That hurt...

Roughly you turned away from the kissing couple and marched away. Away from camp, away from stupid feelings and dumb petty jealousy.

It was not yennefers fault she was beautiful and powerful and brilliant. And if you were jealous then you should become just as amazing as she is. Maybe then he would notice you...

You were snapped out of your reverie when a rustle in the bushes caught your attention.

Fuck I was not supposed to leave camp...

Thinking quickly, you unsheathed your sword and held it at the ready. Its sharp edge gleaming in the moonlight.

Eyes narrowing at the bush. A moment later you were relived when a rabbit hopped out.

Phew I thought It was--

*SCRAWWWWWWWWCH*

Fuck

You barely missed the creatures slimy claws as it swiped for your head. Jumping to the side you managed to get a good look at the beast. It was rather large and spider looking, with several disgusting sets of beady eyes and a long slithering tough that dripped of something purple. So geralt was right, the creature lurking here was a visser. (Completely made it up on the spot) They're claws are sharp and quick but it's the tongue you have to watch our for. One jab, although not fatal can leave a man in bed for days from pain. 2 jabs in the same place? then your a goner. And the visser is known to be smarter, he distracts with claws and jabs quickly before you can even blink.

You knew you should probably yell for your companions. There was a chance they could hear you. But that very second you thought of yennefer and how she would be able to take on a monster like this.

That made up your mind...this monster was going to be your kill... youd finish this off and prove that you had gotten stronger if it's the last thing you do.

Although that would kind of defeat the purpose...

"Urgh" you landed roughly on the ground, one of its claws managed to swipe at you.

"Ok no more misses nice gal" regainging your stance, the glint of the moon shone on your opponent. With a visser you had a few options. Option 1, go for the head which kills instantly but the risk of a jab is highest.

Option 2 is cut off all the legs quickly then send your sword through the head. But if it dodges... you're dead meat.

Option 3, try to get under the beast where its tongue cant reach you and strike upwards. With your small stature option 3 sounded the smartest. You just had to move fast enough where it wouldnt be able to see you for a split second.

Alright y/n dont let your training go to waste! This is your chance to prove yourself.

Running faster than you've ever ran before, you circled around the visser waiting for when the creature was even a second slow and could not see you. The right moment was.....

Now! You sprinted forward and slid under its legs.

"Scrawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachh" the monster howled in pain as you slammed your sword directly up getting covered in visser guts in the process.

"Blegh how disgusting.." you swiped the guts off your face and stood in front of the slain beast.

For once in a long time you felt proud of yourself. You slayed a monster all by yourself, even Geralt said you hadn't been ready yet and often told you to stay back during fights. But he would have to eat up his words now hehe. You could just imagine everyone's faces when you would tell them.

You were too wrapped up in your glory to notice a second visser sneaking up behind you.

By the time you heard its screech, it was too late. Its slimy black tongue had struck your stomach leaving a sizzling pain behind it.

"FUCK" unsheathing your sword again, you tried to maneuver far enough out of its reach to thing of a plan. There was no way you could pull on option 3 again with the way your core burned. One more jab and it would be over. Damn it! why couldn't you just have your victory and be done with it!

One hand clutched at your injury while the other was positioned weakly in front of you. Your eyes blurred slights but you refused to let this shit swamp be your final resting place.

The burning subsided to an ache and you used that opportunity to make a mad dash into the thicket. You needed to think of a plan and quick, it would not take long for the visser to catch up with you, especially now that you had that stupid injury.

"Srawwwwwwwwwch" it sounded like it was right behind you. Fuck fuck fuck.

And then because mother nature decided to be a BITCH, you tripped on a large tree root and tumbled forward.

"Scraeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech" you flipped over quickly and shut your eyes as the visser was basically on top of you. 3 more seconds and you would be dead.

3, how pathetic y/n, after all these promises you made to yourself about becoming someone worth being proud of you fuck up the one chance you had.

2, maybe it's better this way, would anyone even miss you? Jaskier would, maybe he would even write a song about you..

1, I'm sorry I was an idiot...Geralt I'll watch over you...

"SWOOOOOOOOSH" the unmistakable sweet sound of metal slicing through flesh made your eyes shoot wide open.

"Geralt!" He stood out of breath hovering over the now beheaded visser. His sharp golden eyes moved from the beast, to you.

Without a word he reached over and pulled you up without a hint of gentleness. You hid your wince at the sudden movement. Not wanting to let anyone know that the visser had gotten the better of you.

"What happened" he bit out slowly. Fuck he was angry. "Why did you leave camp y/n when I explicitly told you not to" his feline eyes bore into yours and suddenly you felt too intimated and looked away.

Ah yes what excuse will I come up with now. Sorry Geralt I had to leave because I felt immense pressure and heartache seeing you and Yennefer over there locking lips and most passionately I might add.

When he noticed my hesitation he let out a growl, "Hmm, don't lie to me"

Fuuuuuuuuuck...

"I-I didnt mean to, really... I couldn't sleep so I was walking close to camp and I didnt even realize I had wandered so far until the other visser attacked." You looked him in the eyes knowing it would better your chances of him believing it.

He stared at you a few more seconds before letting out a sigh.

" You killed it" he said bluntly, and softer than before.

"I did.." you couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face. He sighed again, this time he had a small smirk on his face, "Well I guess you have learnt some things after all" he patted your shoulder but pulled away when Yennefer and Jaskier appeared.

"Y/n thank god your alive, are you alright?!" Jaskier grabbed your shoulders and scanned you for injuries. Luckily your stomach was covered by your armor, visser Jabs were known for hurting like hell at first, seeming to get better shortly after, then coming back tenfold. Right now you were at stage two, the calm before the storm..

Yennefer made a comment about how impressive you were to slay the visser and you hated yourself for still feeling ill towards her. She was a great person and you could not blame Geralt for liking her. It was just an unfortunate situation.

The walk back was quiet and the second you were in your tent again you dared to take a look at the wound. Gingerly you unbuckled your armor and lifted up your shirt.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It just looked like a large bruise. Nothing you couldn't pass off as a "I fell off roach" kinda injury.

As positive as you tried to be, you knew the worst was yet to come. But by god you were not about to let your victory be ruined by your companions knowing of this. Especially since Yennefer and Geralt could've slain the beast without a scratch.

Somehow you were lucky and slept the rest of the night in peace. It was early when jaskier came to wake you. Although you slept plenty, you felt just as exausted as you did after your late night encounter.

Before putting on your armor, you dared to look at the wound again. You regretted it the moment you did.

Fuck me... the bruise was much darker than before and covered a larger area. As for the pain, it felt only slightly more sore which was good for now. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to find out about it.

Quickly you threw togther the rest of your things and met the others. According to the village leader there was one more visser out there so we continued our search deeper into the forest. It was around noon when the pain intensified. It started as a constant dull ache but gradually became a burning sensation. It was becoming harder to hide it.

You made up some excuse to the group and sat on top of roach. You were sure if you had to walk anymore you would have fallen over. Luckily for awhile jaskier was more preoccupied with his latest ballad and geralt and yen were wrapped up in some serious conversation. You didnt realize how far you were lagging behind until jaskier turned to you.

"Y/n?" He walked over to you and pulled on roaches reigns making him go a little faster.

"Hm" was all you could manage.

"Are you alright? You're sweating so much"

Confused you ran a hand over your head. He was right, you were and didnt even feel it.

"Yo- sic- rest-" what? Why was Jaskier talking gibberish...and why is he so blurry?

You didnt even feel yourself pitching to the side, just the woosh of air through your ears.

"Y/N!? Y/N what's wrong?!?!" Jaskier barely managed to catch your half conscious form. "GERALT!" The witcher swung around sword at the ready but widened his eyes in shock at what he saw.

Y/n was on the floor, breathing heavily and being propped up by Jaskier.

Geralt and Yennefer quickly ran over. The witchers eyes narrowed in concern when he saw the state of her. She was sweating profusely and looked to be struggling with something. Yennefer raised a hand to her forehead but shook her head. "Its not a fever".

Geralt held her up, lightly smacking her face, he grew even more worried when she didnt react.

"Jaskier what happened"

"I don't know, I noticed she was falling behind so I went to check on her, then I noticed she looked sick, I was telling her we should stop and rest but then she just collapsed. She seemed really out of it too.

At that moment a grunt of pain escaped y/n's lips, and her eyes slowly opened.

You were confused as to why when you opened your eyes, gerald's golden ones were staring at yours with intense concern.

"Y/n can you hear me??" he questioned furrowing his brows.

"I-I ahhhgh" you screwed your eyes shut as the pain intensified. It felt like someone had set your stomach on fire.

This only confused geralt more, "you're hurt" he said as more of a statement.

"Where is the pain y/n," the gentle voice of yennefer surrounded you. Ugh why couldn't she just be a bitch, it would make things so much easier.

You tried speaking but a moan left your lips instead. Fuck this hurt worse than anything you had encountered before.

Geralt closed his eyes as if he had a sudden realization, "you got hit by the visser didnt you"

When you didnt speak but he saw the look in your eyes he knew it was true. "Fuck".

Quickly he began removing your armor and saw the injury peeking from under your shirt. He wasted no time lifting it up just until below your chest. You heard small gasps but were too out of it to know from who.

"Fuck y/n, why didn't you say anything??" Geralt scolded as he examined the wound.

Luckily you didnt have to answer, just focus on breathing heavily.

"Will she be alright?!" The frantic voice of jaskier floated through your ears.

"It would have been better if she told us from the beginning, with a visser attack you need to stay still as much as you can. However by the looks of it she only got hit once, which means she still has a chance."

"What can we do?" Was it yennefer or jaskier who said that?

Geralt pulled a sack from roach and rummaged through it till he pulled out a yellowish filled bottle.

Lifting y/n with one arm he pulled the cork with his teeth and gently placed it between her lips. "Drink y/n" without a second thought you downed the strange liquid coughing as it burned your throat like liquor.

"What is that?" Jaskier asked curiously.

" it's for the pain, it'll make her feel like shes dreaming." Geralt threw her armor onto roach and lifted her up carefully into his arms. "Let's go" he ordered and the troup was once again on their way. Geralt gave one look at the now sleeping y/n and sighed. What was she thinking?

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When you opened your eyes the first thing you did was let out a girlish laugh.

Geralt was surprised for a moment since you had been silently resting in his arms for a long time. "Y/n?"

"Geralt! You've dyed your hair pink! How adorable!" You reached up and pulled at the cotton soft locks.

The witcher sighed, knowing this was the effect of the medicine. Jaskier and yennefer let out a small laugh at the scene of the two.

"Go back to sleep y/n, you need rest" he commanded softly.

"GERALT!" you suddenly exclaimed! "Oh no you cant be the white wolf anymore! Oh no oh no oh no WAIT I GOT IT! YOU CAN BE THE PINK PONY! QUICK JASKIER WRITE THIS DOWN!!"

"Ah yes the witcher, pink pony of the north, has a nice ring to it" jaskier couldn't contain his laughter.

Geralt decide it best to ignore her and keep walking forward.

"Geralt?" He chose to ignore her again. "Geralt....?"

"Gerrrrrallllllt?"

"GERALT!"

"Geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt"

"What?!" He bit out annoyed.

"Do you think I'm pretty? hehe" he was caught off guard and was not sure how to answer. It didnt help the other two were just giggling behind him.

"I um....yeah" he said awkwardly.

"So I dont look like a troll?" You asked earnestly.

"Pfft what?" Now geralt was the one who couldn't control his laughter.

"Don't laugh!" You suddenly pouted. "A long time ago one of my lovers said I looked like a troll when he broke up with me.."

Still amused geralt shifted you to meet his eyes, "No y/n, you do not look like a troll"

"Phew thank god, I dont know what I would have done..." you laid a hand against your head dramatically.

"Now will you please stop squirming and go back to sleep" geralt sighed out.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm......alright I've decided to go to sleep since I need sleep and it's what I have decided" you saluted the air.

"Finally.." he grumbled.

With a smile you reached both arms around his neck and brought your soft lips to his unshaven cheek.

"Goodnight pinky, sweet creams" he was shocked for a moment then let out an exasperated laugh.

"Goodnight y/n...sweet creams"

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To be continued in part 2!

[snarky-bee]

I got tagged in this and meant to do it last night and forgot because i got distracted :)  here ya go @antivan-beau WRITERS if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged and feel free to tag me to see your responses!

How many works do you have on AO3?

25 works?? hello?? How did that happen

What’s your total AO3 words count?

Whatever I last published recently pushed me over the 200k mark at 200,980! 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Zevran is Home - Post-Blight fic featuring Kallian and their daughter <3

4. Daddy’s Girl - Tabris family visit with the good good dad!zevran which apparently people like given number 4 and 5 on this list.

3. Red Sunrise - Longfic! My canonical retelling of Origins featuring my warden Kallian and Zev. I’m so proud of this monster.

2. That Look - Surprise surprise, it’s smut. I still like this one because it preludes the smutty goodness with some fun card games and teasing between Kal and Zev.

1. The Taste of a Lover - Who doesn’t love oral sex amirite. That’s what this smut piece is about. Zev has great oral skills 😉

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. I love letting people know their thoughts are appreciated and getting to gush a little more about certain moments or plot points. I have met many friends through comment discussions. And keeping the previous response on here down below because... yes that is how we met 😌🙏

Also I met my literal, irl girlfriend through AO3 comments, so ~you never know~

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely It Had Claws. It deals with deep depression so it’s fairly heavy emotionally and I deeply love this fic for what it allowed me to express. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmm I’ve written quite a few short fics that is largely just fluff so it’s hard to say about happy ending. I suppose for one that starts out tense but ends happiest would be To Rescue Her which is a Zev POV of rescuing the warden from Fort Drakon.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I do toy with AU’s but never done a direct crossover. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Luckily not lol

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! I tend towards writing kink scenes to be honest. I have several fics up on AO3, with some being kink and others just exploring a relationship kind of scenes. Someday would love to finish the vampire smut I have hiding away lmao.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but would never say no to translation.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A couple of times actually. As for an actual published one, I wrote When All the Elves Love Each Other with @raymurata and its a fun OT3 story where our respective OCs talk to their best friends about the dynamics of their relationship (and get concerned voices wondering if their partner is cheating)

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Zevwarden. If its not clear by every fic on my AO3 and that was listed here lol.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m afeared i will never finish my mutant AU WIP. I keep restarting it and being unsatisfied but the idea has literally lived in my head for years at this point. 

What are your writing strengths?

I love love love dialogue. I don’t usually fret too much about character voices and it feels easy to follow the natural flow of conversation. I’ve been told I’m also good at writing fight scenes which came as a surprise because I find them challenging but I’m glad it pays off. I’m really visually minded so I guess seeing how it all plays out in my head makes it a bit easier.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’ve been on a block for a long long time so i’m trying to resist saying EVERYTHING right now. But I do worry about pacing. Sometimes I want to just jump straight to the next interesting thing, sometimes I think I spend too long on conversations or setup that the reader doesnt really need. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It’s usually done poorly lol. Either translated weirdly, out of place, or you know the “oops sorry I forget to switch sometimes” kind of writing. If someone is mixing a word or two of another language in with what they are saying it doesn’t seem weird to include it (like swearing or endearments) but I think it tends to look cleaner if it just says “they spoke in x language.” Even if writing out dialogue in that other language - I’ll use Antivan for example lol - just write it in English and say it was Antivan if your POV character does indeed understand it. And if they dont understand it, no need to write it out at all. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lol it was TWILIGHT. 

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This is silly but its still probably Drunk Warden is Drunk because I had so much fun writing it, I still love it now even though its a few years old, and there’s not a single thing I would change about it. 

[kittysukagasterfics]

INCORRECT QUOTES: STUPID, STUPIDER, YET STUPIDER.

In which I finally toss V-0 into the mess because why not. There's a lil blurb about him over on Random's blog because i submitted a doodle sheet to her, you'll find it in the submissions tag.

Warnings for potentially suggestive wording, themes, and content on some of them because V-0 is an absolute weirdo. There's nothing explicit, but there's a little more weird than usual.

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Ghost: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my &@#$s! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

X: WE GET IT, YOU'RE HAVING A WILLIAM SHATNER DAY.

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Inversion, playing a VR game: You see, that’s the thing. It PROBABLY is fine. It’s PROBABLY 100% okay. There are PROBABLY no spiders in this headset.

Inversion: BUT- as you may be able to relate to- If you find a spider in your headset, and then have to put that headset on to play video games...

Inversion: YoU jUsT dOnT gEt ToO cOMfOrTaBlE.

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V-0: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

V-0: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Memoryhead: There is SOMETHING wrong with you.

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Z: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm &$@#ing +&-$ed.

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Ghost: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

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Creator: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than %$@#.

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V-0: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Everyone:

Sam: * … You don't get it.

Endis: Please stop talking.

Memoryhead: If you don't shut your mouth it'll be yours, you off brand my chemical romance disaster.

Sam: * You tell Memoryhead and Endis that they shouldn't be so mean to V-0.

Memoryhead: I'm sorry, have you met him?

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Starscream: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

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RGB, pointing: May I sit there?

Gaster: … That's my lap.

RGB: That doesn't answer my question, Doctor.

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Z: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just in case.

Undyne: Uhh, Z, that's a coma.

Z, curling up in her blanket nest again: Sounds festive.

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Sam, holding a fancy antique bottle: * Gaster wanted to drink out of this bottle but you don't know what's in here. Is this whiskey or perfume?

Memoryhead: Let me check.

Memoryhead: *chugs entire bottle*

Sam:

Gaster:

Memoryhead:

Memoryhead: It’s perfume.

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Sam: * Do they think they'd actually notice if someone didn't cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like… how many times have they passed something on the street and they just didn't notice it?

V-0: Stay woke monster%@#+ers, your love is out there!!!!!

Gaster: … You know what? Not their point at all in any way whatsoever.

Sam: * But you're glad you could be an inspiration!

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Memoryhead: What the %$@+ is wrong with you?!

Endis, having almost killed Gaster: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Memoryhead: Oh, sorry. Good morning, WHAT THE %$@# IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!

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Aroz: Top 30 reasons why Aroz is not sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Z: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR &+)%ING @$= RIGHT NOW!!!

Aroz, running away: Oh $@#& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH SH-

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V-0: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you~.

Gaster: 10 times 0 is still 0, moron.

V-0, slapping his rear end like a degenerate: Jokes on you $#@'&, I can't do math!

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Lucky: Bad things keep happening to us, like we have bad luck or something.

Z: Lucky, sweetness, we don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to us is because we're dumb$#%es.

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V-0: Is letting someone win at chess sapio%$@#&- bottoming?

Z, covering Sam's ears: Do any of your braincells in that godforsaken skull of yours ever think before they give you words to speak???

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Inversion: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Memoryhead: What did you do?

Inversion, putting out the fire on his coat: NOBODY DIED I SWEAR.

Memoryhead: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Inversion: NOTHING-

Inversion: *flees in terror through the ocean of worms on strings*

Memoryhead:

Memoryhead: Ah, that's what you did.

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X: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Ray: I-I think you may mean- … uhh, m-mean cards...?

X, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

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Memoryhead: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Rin Winterway: That's why I carry two swords.

Memoryhead and Agate: *gasp*

Agate: Ultimate lesbian power.

Memoryhead: I gotta start carrying two swords.

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Sam: * Three words. Say them, and you're his.

Gaster: Three words.

Sam: * …

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Lucky: %$@#.

Hope: We've got to work on your cursing.

Lucky: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing alread- You meant work on not cursing, I am a fool.

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Z, in Doctor Conway's lab: Welcome, fellow idiots.

Sam: * Hi mom!

Z: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot.

Sam: * She underestimates your power.

Z: And you greatly overestimate the height of the bar. It is so much lower than you could even hope to reach, Sam. You will never be an idiot.

Sam, crying: * Take that back.

Z: First go do self care, then we'll talk.

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Gaster, cuddled up to Sam: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Sam: * You want him to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Gaster, scuttling to the far corner, hissing like a feral cat: Absolutely not.

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V-0: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise!

Inversion: I… beg to differ…

V-0: Then beg.

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Z: This is bothering me.

Endis: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Z: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Z, pointing to V-0: It's the fact that he insisted on wearing fishnets that's bothering me.

Endis: … He's an adult skeleton and you are 83,000 years old?

Z: Sam is literally RIGHT HERE. Also my brain never evolved past the emotionally abused and anxiety ridden teenager stage.

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Sam: * What do they think Z will do for a distraction?

Memoryhead: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

*Feral animatronic screaming*

*Loud killbill sirens*

Z: *exits the collapsing building unscathed as said building knocks over a nearby skyscraper and obliterates a news helicopter*

Everyone:

Lucky: ... Or she could do that. That works too.

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I apologize for any psychological damage V-0 has caused, is causing, and will cause.

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I don’t know who V-0 is either so of course Sam hasn’t met him. Also, Sam will forever and always be everyone’s favorite lovable doofus. :)