#Dang this came out swell.

[royalchaosreal]

Some quick doodles. :)

Inspired/characters by: @toothed-raven

Have a nice day everyone👍

[sadesluvr]

31/10 — RAFE CAMERON + BARRY.

ft: threesomes

w/c: 600+ 18+ MINORS DNI

SADESLUVR'S KINKTOBER '24

“You ain’t ever had no shit like that, country club. She ain’t a day over 25, but that is what I’d call a cougar...” 

“Whatever, man. You can’t let women control you like that. They just need to be tamed...” 

“Ain’t no taming her. That pussy is enough to make a man crash out.” 

Barry hadn’t been exaggerating. Rafe had a firm hand at the back of your head; steadying you as he held you down on his cock, lips wet and raw as you spat bubbles from slobbering on his cock – all the while the dark-haired man fucked you from behind.  

The whole room could’ve been a porno set; the three of you half naked on the porch of Barry’s trailer; basking in the Carolina sunset. Obscene sounds came from your slurps and chokes, and you winced as Rafe made sure you took every inch of his thick cock, whilst the man behind you spanked your ass, the skin-to-skin contact of your thighs and his pelvis clapping as they collided.  

“Shit...” Rafe drawled, eyelids heavy. “You weren’t fuckin’ lying...” He was pussydrunk, intoxicated off you and the cocaine he’d bumped before your arrival.  

“Told you,” Barry chuckled, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as his large hands dug into the flesh of your ass. “Dang, mama, you got ol’ country club squirmin’!” 

Smugly, you withdrew the blonde boys’ cock from your mouth with a ‘pop’, whipping your head around to talk back to the man.  

“You always running your mouth about me,” you scoffed. “This is why we broke up. You can’t keep nothin’ a secret.” 

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being proud.” Barry shrugged, slowing his pace. “Gotta let the streets know who you belong to.” He finished with a smirk, eyeing Rafe before he re-entered your wet hole with a deep groan, combing his dark locks back with his hand.

Rolling your eyes, your disobedience didn’t go unpunished as you noticed his grip and strokes were a little rougher; more possessive. Odd, considering Barry was almost never needy, but you couldn’t deny the selfish swell in your heart at being trapped between two men, both whom wanted you in their own ways. 

You gave Rafe’s cock a few languid strokes; admiring its length. Admittedly, he was only a little over average, but his dick was pretty – clean cut, pink and fleshy, with a rich vein on the underside. It was beyond obvious that he came from money.

Barrys’ was more rugged; with a trimmed patch of dark hair at his base, marking the end of his happy trail, and was certainly thicker. You were feeling every inch of him as he stretched you out, pounding you so deep – and so raw – as he continuously hit your core.  

You looked up at Rafe with doe eyes through your lashes, teasing him by flicking your tongue on his tip. 

“What would Top and Kelce say, huh?” you grinned, gaze unwavering as you slapped his cock on your cheeks before taking him back into your mouth. “They know you’ve been fucking a dirty Pogue?” 

“Fuck...They don’t even know what to do with a girl like you,” he sneered before throwing his head back in pleasure. “This throat belongs to me...” 

You grinned, mouth full as you spoke. 

“Mhm, yes daddy...” 

He smirked, casting a vacant stare over at the brunette before looking down at you. He was drawn to you the same way he’d been drawn to Barry; less through the promise of drugs, but more through the skin-tight, ghetto-fabulous way that you dressed, and your wild, uncaring attitude. He'd heard the rumours – you were the tiger he wanted, no, needed to tame. 

Cupping his hand under your chin, he pinched it, pulling you from his cock as he angled your face up to look at you so you were staring right into his deep blue eyes. 

Whispering into your ear, your pussy clenched and legs trembled as he uttered the statement. 

“I fuck with your boy and all...But let it be known I don’t plan on sharing.” 

[marlynnofmany]

Stranger in Need

Inspired by this post from @banrionceallach, which wonders about healthcare and the human vs alien approaches to certain things in the spacefuture. Here's one answer to one facet of that question.

~~~

The space station was a noisy one, or maybe it was just the food court. Hard to have eating areas for a dozen species without a certain level of background sound. I was ready to move on, though. I waved to a few crewmates who were still hanging around the tables, then picked a route toward the entertainment stores. While the large concourses might have been faster, and the floating walkways cooler (they went through holes in the wall!), the small hallway with nature murals looked peaceful.

I admired the paintings of otherworldly hills, all orange and purple, with a glittery starscape on the ceiling. The hubbub faded behind me while the hallway curved ahead. Unfortunately, that sound was replaced by a new one: someone coughing violently.

I edged to the side so I could peek around the corner while keeping my distance in case there was contagion about. That was a lot of throat clearing between the coughs.

When the sitting area came into view, with its potted alien plants and multiple benches, I stopped worrying about my own safety. A fellow human was leaning against one of the benches, coughing with everything he had. His clothes were nice, like he was on his way to a job interview, and they were covered in sweat, like he’d been running to get there on time. A bag of belongings had spilled at his feet. The broken shards of plastic with a metal bit at the center had once been an inhaler.

There were also two tall aliens standing nearby, the long-necked type that I hardly ever saw, with short beaky faces and skin textured like a turkey neck. They were facing each other and ignoring the human who was struggling to breathe.

I ignored them right back and hurried over to the guy. “Hey, do you need help?”

He grimaced, but nodded. An attempt at explaining turned into more coughs. He pointed at the inhaler and pantomimed a heavy footstep.

I thought back to the size of certain people at the food court. They could easily have stepped hard enough to crack the casing and not noticed. “I don’t suppose you have a spare in here?” I asked, gesturing toward the bag.

When he shook his head, it was my turn to grimace. I wondered if he was fresh from Earth, where human-specific medicine was available at every corner medcenter. The inhaler could be hard to replace out here. At least we weren’t out on the edge of nowhere; the medcenters here should be familiar with human biology.

I told him, “We need to get you to a medcenter.” Then I paused. “Do you know where it is?”

He did not. Dang. I looked over at the two turkey-neck aliens who were having a staring contest or something. “Hey, do you guys know the way to the medical center?”

The closest one turned his head to face me without moving the rest of his body. “Do you mind? We’re in the middle of something here.”

“This person could die!” I snapped.

With a shrug in his voice, he said, “It’s your child, not ours.”

“He’s not my child!” I exclaimed. “He might even be older than me.”

“Then why do you care?”

I stared at the pair of them for a long second: their vaguely irritated expressions and the way they hadn’t moved an inch to help. I made an exasperated noise and gave them up as a lost cause. The guy was still coughing, trying to force air in and out of airways that were swelling shut.

“Lemme see if I can find a map on the public feed,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Oh hey, don’t bother; I’ll get it.” He’d bent to scoop up the fallen belongings, and almost passed out headfirst. With the phone in one hand, I ushered him onto a bench then nudged the pile together with a foot while I searched madly on my phone. “Argh, why don’t they have it up front? This is terribly designed. Are you gonna be able to walk?”

He nodded, but he was starting to list to the side with a glazed expression. I considered trying to carry him, and didn’t like my odds. Had there been other humans nearby in the food court? Somebody likely to help?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and turned to sprint down the hall. I’d only made it a few steps before a welcome sight rounded the corner: not humans, but two of my biggest crewmates.

“What’s happening?” Blip asked, a vision of muscles and flowing silks that blended with her natural frills.

Beside her, Blop turned a fish-faced frown on the ailing human. “That doesn’t sound good.” His silks were even frillier than his sister’s, and the pair of them filled the hallway. Just what I needed.

“He can’t breathe,” I told them. “The tool for his medicine broke. Do you know where the medcenter is?”

“I’ll carry him,” they both said, Blip slightly faster.

“I’ve got the bag,” Blop added, diving to gather it up with a dismissive flap of his frills at the two turkey-necks. “Of course they’re no help.”

“Why would we?” asked the farther one, sounding honestly curious.

Blip announced, “Lift and be lifted,” then did exactly that. The adult human looked small in her arms.

Blop bounced to his feet with the bag zipped shut. “I’ll clear the way!”

The pair dashed off down the hallway with me running after. The turkey-necks didn’t move, though one of them muttered something about herd creatures.

As I ran, I thought, I’ve never seen more than one of those long-necked guys at a time before. Guess they’re a solitary species. They’re missing out.

We burst out of the hallway into a crowd that parted like a spaceship fleet in the path of a wild asteroid. Blop yelled for directions, and people of many species pointed the way.

I followed along, glad not to be the weird one for once.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[selineram3421]

An Ansgty fic about Platonic!Angel Dust with a 13 y/o fem!reader that has very bad trust issues but they somehow manage to form a strong big bro <--> lil sis bond??? Maybe he comes back to the hotel all bruised up thanks to Valentino (ugh, how I hate that man 👌👁👄👁) and when reader tries to help him he snaps due to the stress of the situation and yells at her/throws something her way and now the reader is scared that Angel might hurt her, so he reaches out slowly trying to make it up for his error but the reader flinches away from him, running stairs down to lock herself in her room and to not came out for 1 week only letting Charlie and Nifty enter her room??

I agree, Valentino is literal garbage.

You Ok?

Angel and Child (T) Fem Reader

Platonic Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, trust issues, trauma/ptsd, Valentino being a piece of shit, injuries-blood/bruising, yelling/throwing things, mentions of murder, hurt/comfort ⚠

~

"I'm gonna head to work.", Angel says, picking up his bag with work items and putting on his jacket.

"Ok.", you nod, carrying Fat Nuggets.

"If ya go out, make sure you ain't followed. Keep an eye on your surroundings, be sure ta take your phone and a weapon.", your older brother says and pats the top of your head.

You nod again with a smile.

"Good. You have my number and the hotel staff is around, 'kay? Make sure ta tell 'em somethin' if some guest is being an asshole to you.", he says and kisses Fat Nuggets on the top of their head. "There's a twenty in my vanity drawer, bye!"

Once he leaves, you and Fat Nuggets look at each other.

"Wanna raid the candy pantry?", you ask, earning an oink in return. "I didn't hear a no!"

Putting the pig down, you go out of Angel's hotel room and close the door behind you two.

"Ok, on three.", you get ready to run. "One, two.."

The pink little pig also readies himself.

"Three!", you shout.

Both of you race down the hall.

.

"What did I say Angel baby?"

The spider demon backed up till he hit a wall, having no where to run. Valentino steps closer, placing a hand on his employee's cheek.

"I told you not to talk when dancing. You know how much costumers like quiet pretty things.", the moth demon coos softly.

Its a false sense of security.

The soft touch turns into a violent one when Valentino clutches onto the spider's jaw tightly.

"Ack!", Angel gasps and tries to push the demon's hand away.

"Let's teach you again, yes?"

🕸

Hours have passed.

You and Fat Nuggets lay on the lobby couches, bored out of your minds.

There was not much to do.

You were sitting at the bar with your pig companion, playing find the broken glass. But Husk quickly told you to beat it and that he didn't want to deal with anyone today.

"He deals with random demons all the time! Dang cat works at the bar for Satan's sake!", you huff.

"Oink oink", Fat Nuggets snorts.

"Yeah, yeah. I know.", you reply and turn to lay on your side. "Charlie is doing whatever, Vaggie is with her, Niffty is..somewhere, and the red guy doesn't like being around me or Angel.", you list of with a groan. "And Pentious is annoying."

The pig rolls onto his stomach and sniffs at you with little snorts.

"I just wish there was more fun around here. I can't really do anything.", you mumble.

The sound of the lobby doors opening catches your attention, making you sit up from the couch and look to see who walked in.

Its your brother, covered in bruises and blood. He wears a pained grimace as he limps into the lobby.

"Angel!", you shout, rolling off the couch and run up to him. "Are you ok? What happened? Oh god, your eye is swelling. Let's get you some ice and-", you reach out to him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he snaps, hitting you away with his bag and letting it go.

The bag slams into the wall and falls to the floor, the room becoming deadly silent.

.

Angel just got back from work and everything hurt. Valentino kicked him out for the day since the bruises wouldn't look too attractive to costumers.

All he saw was red but his other senses were on high. So the spider demon reacted on instinct when there was a loud voice and a hand coming toward him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

He knows the bag hit someone before flying to the wall. When he takes a second to calm down and looks at the small demon backing up, he realizes who it was.

"Oh shit-", Angel gasps, letting your name slip out with guilt. "Kid, I didn't mean to-", he moves forward with a hand lifting up towards her.

She flinches back clutching their arm, shivering in fear as tears roll down their cheeks.

"Don't touch me!", she manages to get out before running off.

"Wait, kid!", he tries to go after them but hisses at the pain coming from his leg.

Stumbling over to the wall, Angel leans against it and slowly lowers himself onto the floor. The spider demon doesn't notice he's crying until Fat Nuggets comes up to him to lick off the tears that have fallen on his hands.

"I'm sorry.", he whispers before closing his eyes tightly and sobbing, covering his face with two of his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!", his other set of arms wrap around his legs as he balls himself up before whimpering out another apology.

🕸

You locked yourself up in your hotel room and the little door for Fat Nuggets. Not wanting to risk it, you also angled a chair under the doorknob. Just the thought of Angel kicking down your door and beating you was terrifying.

Not again. I don't want that to happen again. You think of how your living life was and close your eyes. They're dead! I killed them twice! They're gone!

There was some comfort from holding the pillow and burying your face into it. All you wanted to do was stay hidden away until he forgot about you.

A knock on the door made you jump.

"Hey, you ok in there?", the voice of the princess comes through. "I brought dinner."

You slowly get off the bed and quietly make your way over to the door. Taking a peak through the gap on the bottom of the door and feeling the vibrations on the floor, you confirm that its only her outside.

Upon the door opening slowly, Charlie smiles at you in relief.

"Alastor made your favorite.", the blonde says.

"Thanks Ch-Charlie.", you stutter and quickly take the plate, widening the door gap for a second to bring the food inside, closing the door and locking it.

"Oh. I wanted to talk, is that ok?", she asks.

"I don't really want to go out and talk right now.", you say, moving the chair back.

"How about just talking like this? You don't have to leave your room or open the door.", the princess offers. "I just want to make sure you're ok."

"I'm..ok.", you say, rubbing your arm.

"Mentally?", she asks.

You stay quiet for a few seconds.

"Is anyone mentally ok in Hell?", you answer her question with a question.

She sighs and you hear her shift outside the door. You sit down, leaning your back against the wall and pick at your food.

"That is a really good question.", Charlie says. "However the answer is obvious."

You eat a bit of the food.

"Can you tell me what happened?", she asks after a bit.

"Angel-", you take in a deep breath before continuing. "Angel came back from work all beat up. I was worried a-and reached out to him but then he..", you take another breath, feeling your chest ache at the memory. "He hit me with his bag."

Your curl up into a ball and hug yourself.

"Is he ok?", you ask in a whisper.

"Vaggie took care of him, he's ok.", she says.

"That's good.", you hiccup, hugging yourself tighter.

"I'll come back in the morning, or I'll send Niftty to check up on you, ok?", Charlie says.

You can hear shifting outside. She probably sat on the floor too.

"Thank you for telling me. That took a lot of courage.", she says before saying goodnight and leaving.

.

Angel skipped work.

He didn't want to go back, and he also needed to apologize to you. Problem was that you didn't leave your hotel room for almost a whole week, only opening the door for Niffty or Charlie. The princess suggested that they'd do a therapy session, but he didn't want to do that. It would make it seem forced and he wanted his sister to know that he was not forced to apologize.

So on the seventh day of her being locked up in her room, he got all of their favorite snacks and went over.

Angel knocked on their door, but she didn't answer. "Hey, I got you some snacks.", the spider demon says.

Nothing.

"You ok kid? You've been in your room for a week now. Everyone's been worried. Heck, even Husk!", he waits for a response, but still doesn't get one.

Sighing, he goes to sit down and leans his back against the door, placing the snacks next to him.

"I should'a came by and said this earlier but I'm sorry.", he says and looks down at the floor. "I didn't mean to hit you, I reacted on instinct. It..", he bites his lip before continuing. "It was a trauma response. I heard you being loud and when you tried to touch me I freaked out."

He looks up and covers his eyes with one of his arms, trying not to cry.

"I just want you ta know that I'd never hurt you on purpose. And-", he sniffs and starts wiping the tears that start falling. "What I did wasn't ok and I understand if you don't trust or forgive me, I understand if you hate me now and never want to speak or see me again.", the mascara he had put on earlier was now ruined. "I just want you to know its ok. All I want is for you to be safe. I'll be happy with just knowing that you're ok."

Suddenly he falls back, before he can hit the ground, he's engulfed into a hug from behind. The spider demon feels her hold onto him tighter and also as she leans her head against his back.

"You're ok, right?", they mumble. "You're not hurt anymore?"

"I'm ok.", he confirms, moving an arm back to pat the top of her head. "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

His sister nods and sniffles.

"C'mon. Sibling cuddle therapy.", he says before moving them into a proper hug, letting her rest their head on his chest. "Let's watch movies and get sugar high, we can even do some pranks on the girls.", he lists off, petting their head with one hand and rubbing their back with another as the other set of arms just holds them.

"Mhm.", she hums in agreement.

"Ok, I'ma pick ya up now. 'kay?", he says and lifts them up after they nod, making sure to grab the snacks as well.

He carries them over to his room.

"Fat Nuggets misses ya.", he said before opening the door.

"I missed him too.", his sister replied. "I missed you."

"I missed you too kid."

~

Charlie and Vaggie saw the whole thing on the security cameras.

~Seline, the person.

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ML for Angel Dust🕸

[gamecoffcat]

You scared?

Satoru Gojo x f!reader

-> fluff. Both Satoru and Reader are scared of spiders. Reader has arachnophobia. Reader is emotional. They live together with suguru in an apartment (sugu never left <3) self implied!

Satoru was in the kitchen preparing some snacks for the movie you too are gonna watch. When suddenly you saw a big spider walking right through the living room. It was really big and the crawling looked way too scary. You tried to keep calm when instead of walking straight the spider disappeared in a random corner.

And literal tears started to swell in your eyes. “Fuck” you whispered. Standing up running towards Satoru. “Toru Toru there’s a big ass spider in the living room” you almost whined with tears in your eyes. “Whattttttt.” He turned around to see your face. And he realized he couldn’t be panicking because of spiders right know. “Why are you crying?” He asked. His hands on your cheeks. Whipping the small tears. “Toru you didn’t see this spider. And I don’t know how long was that thing there?!” you whispered. “That big?!” (That’s what she said) He asked in shock. “Yeahhh like my thumb and it was orange it looked so disgusting” you explained further. He was grossed out by spiders himself but he didn’t have a phobia like you did. “Okay let’s see” he tried to play the hero but as soon as he saw that thing he changed his mind. he walked towards the living room you close behind him. “There” after you said it you heard a high pitched scream. “Fuck that thing is bigggg. Man you didn’t say it’s a big ass house spider.” He said and he sounded as troubled as you. “Toru you’re the strongest hollow purple it or something I don’t know” you said in panic holding strong onto his shoulders. “Nah that thing would dodge it” he answered. As the spider moved again he screamed. And you screamed because he screamed. he suddenly picked you up running out the living room. He paused for a moment and looked at you. “I think it’s time to move out” he said dramatically. “Yeah” you agree.

When suddenly you heard keys and the door opened suguru came home. He heard what the both of you just said. “Why do you too want to move out?” And you didn’t waist a second before both of you clung onto him. “Now what’s wrong with the both of you?!” He asked a little irritated by the actions of you too. “Sugu there’s a big spider in the living room.” You whined. “A house spider suguru that thing is scaryyyy” Satoru added. He only rolled his eyes. “That’s what you’re both are making a fuss about? A house spider? Now let me see that thing” you two pulled away from him. You immediately disappearing behind Satoru. “Dang” you only heard suguru say before he picked the monster up?! “Ah what are you doing?!” You asked panicking. “Don’t worry it won’t harm you” he said when he put the spider onto the Balkon. “Psycho” Satoru said looking at suguru. “Pussy” Suguru answered. Satoru only gasped. “Now come on you too wanted to watch a movie right?” Suguru added. “Did you really just touch the spider and put it away?!” You asked on shock. “Well yeah one of the men in this house hold have to do it” he looked at Satoru. “Hey have you seen that thing?! It had 8 eyes and six legs. And I have strengths in different stuff okay?!” He tried to defend himself but he didn’t sound really serious

“Dude you literally have six eyes” suguru told Satoru what made you chuckle. “That’s not the same suguuu” he answered in an complaining tone.

Just needed some comfort after seeing a big ass spider in my basement and big man suguru saving us all <3

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 55)

Prologue/TOC | Previous (54) | Next (56)

Content Warning: Pregnancy/ abortion

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 55: Disaster ------

Bianca was trying to do better. She really was. Change was difficult, but she didn’t see any other way forward that wouldn’t reduce her to a constant sobbing mess. She needed to take drastic measures. 

She treated her personal maid and the other giant servants with more respect, going so far as to even learn their names. She tried to be nicer to her brother, even if he remained grumpy and rude in return. She gave her tiny men some distance, no longer handling them or wearing them on her necklace without permission. She even provided them with custom-made clothes from the royal tailor, to cover their nakedness. Gio and Graham wanted nothing to do with her, understandably, but Cesar was willing to give her a chance. She was thoroughly grateful for his agreeable, cheerful attitude. He seemed to be the only person, human or giant, that didn’t utterly despise her, despite her deplorable behavior. 

She was fully aware that forgiveness would not come easily, and the path ahead would bring its own challenges. However, she could not escape the consequences of her actions. She tried to brush off the strange sensations she felt in her body. She denied the warning signs. She strained to convince herself, in a futile effort, that she was only imagining things. 

The symptoms were unmistakable, when taken as a collective. The sensitivity and swelling in her breasts. Her mysterious need to pee more. Her unusual fatigue. Her unexplained nausea. She connected the dots with increasing alarm, and the absence of her monthly cycle was the decisive nail in the coffin. She couldn’t deny it any longer. 

She was pregnant. 

She was horrified at the revelation. She didn’t know how it was even possible. She hadn’t engaged in sex with any giants recently, only with her human men. She was terrified. If King Richard found out, there would be catastrophic consequences for everyone involved. 

She couldn’t trust anyone with her secret—not even her brother. She was in a panic, lost and alone, unsure how to proceed. She needed to eliminate the pregnancy, before it became visibly apparent, before her father found out. Her only hope was Hunter, the royal sorcerer, as much as she disliked him. She figured he must have some concoction or spell that could help her. As soon as she got the opportunity, she snuck down into the gloomy basement.  

The stone walls felt cramped and foreboding in the eerie torchlight, as if they were closing in on her, but she pressed on. She barged into Hunter’s office without knocking. He was inside, mixing a glowing substance in a glass beaker. Startled by the intrusion, he dropped the container, shattering it and spilling the contents all over the floor. The liquid frothed and bubbled like acid, collecting in the cracks between the bricks. Hunter spun around with fury. 

“Not again! Dang it!” He halted, biting his tongue when he beheld the royal. “Princess Bianca! How may I be of service?” He bowed, careful not to touch his bare skin on the wet stone. 

“Um…” Bianca found herself at a loss for words. Hunter kept his head lowered, clenching his jaw. The princess irritated him to no end. He wanted her to leave so he could get back to experimenting. 

Bianca swallowed the lump in her throat. “Do you have anything to get rid of…” She dropped her hand to her abdomen. “A pregnancy?” 

Hunter cocked a brow. “Oh?” He stood up. “As a matter of fact, I do.” He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a smooth black stone with eldritch symbols carved into the surface. The rock emanated a dark, sinister energy that seemed to suck the light out of the already dim cavern. 

“What is that?” the princess queried nervously. 

“A soulstone,” Hunter announced proudly, holding up the bizarre magical object. “It devours life and seals it away. You came at an opportune moment, because I just used my last charged soulstone to reanimate Ajax’s lifeless body.” 

Bianca took a step back. “Wait… I’m not so sure about this…” A sense of dread gripped her heart with cold, slimy tendrils. She didn’t want to be anywhere near that stone. There was something terrible and unnatural about it that squeezed her insides into knots. 

“What do you mean? This is an optimal solution. The budding life within you won’t be extinguished. It will be contained, recycled, and eventually bound to a new vessel, whether of flesh, clay, wood, or some other medium. It shall live on—perhaps in a twisted and unrecognizable form, merged with other souls, but nevertheless a fascinating marvel of medical science!” 

“Can’t you just give me a potion to drink or something, to induce a miscarriage?” Bianca requested, taking another step back. “That’s not what I want for my baby.” 

My baby. The words slipped out before she could stop them. A mental image flashed through her head of her holding an infant, but one that was human-sized, barely the length of a grain of rice. If the father was human, would the baby be small like him? Unlike a normal baby, such a tiny creature might be easy to hide, small enough to stash away and muffle its coos and cries. Small enough to keep alive without her father’s knowledge. 

Could she keep the pregnancy, without the king finding out? This novel idea bloomed in her brain with fresh hope. If the baby was abnormally small, which seemed more and more likely as she pondered the concept, she might not show. She could pretend nothing was amiss. Once the child was born, she could have her maid help take care of it in secret. Her offspring wouldn’t be subjected to the atrocious fate that Hunter suggested to her with his “solution.” She felt it may be worth the risk, as she imagined with tender feeling being a mother to a tiny child.  

A cute little baby, tying her indelibly to Cesar, the only person who seemed to show any genuine affection for her at all. He was almost certainly the father. Her heart warmed as she imagined raising a child with Cesar in domestic bliss. He’d be an excellent father, teaching the tiny child to walk and play and talk as it grew up. Perhaps the other two human men would warm up to the child too, and could play the role of loving uncles. For once, Bianca could bring something good into the world, something wholesome. She could experience a real family, one that wasn’t hideously warped and broken under the suffocating weight of her father’s authoritarian repression. Maybe, just maybe, she could be loved. She could be happy. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Hunter pressing the cold stone against her midsection. Abruptly, she sensed a tangle of poisoned tentacles invading the intimate regions of her body, a sickening rot spreading through her uterus. She froze up under the chilling influence; she could barely even breathe. The stone began to throb with a deep purple glow. 

“That’s odd,” Hunter remarked with a frown. “The stone isn’t supposed to do that when the soul is from a giant.” Understanding dawned over his face and he stared at Bianca in shock. “The father isn’t a giant…” 

Bianca, however, wasn’t listening. She could only focus on the horrific black scourge tearing through her, sucking out the life in her womb. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She couldn’t let Hunter imprison the soul of her innocent child. With a feral shriek, she clawed the stone away and jumped back. 

“Stop! I-I changed my mind!” she yelled. Hunter scowled, disappointed. If she wasn’t the princess, he would’ve overpowered her, pinned her down, and finished the process. Bianca scrambled to open the door and rushed out. She sprinted up the stairs, out of the dreary underworld and back to the domain of the living. 

She retreated to her bedroom, dismissing her maid and closing the door behind her. She flopped on her bed, brought her knees to her chin, and wrapped her arms around her legs. She didn’t know what to do. Cesar was most likely to be the father, but she didn’t know how he would react to the news—probably disgust. She was painfully aware of the presence of the three tiny men in the human house on her nightstand. She avoided looking in their direction. They probably didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, considering her moodiness was habitual by this point. 

Bianca sat that way for a while, gnawing on her worries in her head like a dog with a bone. Unfortunately, the universe was determined to chew her up and spit her back out like a chunk of gristle. Her door sprang open and slammed into the wall, startling her to attention. The king prowled in, dripping with dark malevolence. As always, his huge guard shadowed him; Bianca sensed the same abyssal energy that flowed from the stone earlier, wafting from his menacing figure lurking in the doorway. 

“Daddy!” Bianca squeaked, spine stiff as a board. “Why are you here?” 

“Bianca.” His tone was cold and hard, clinical in its severity, without a shred of compassion. “I just finished speaking to Hunter.” 

A shiver ran through her every nerve in her body. “Oh.” 

“Who’s the father?” 

She cringed and bit her lip. “Um...” 

“I thought I made myself quite clear when I executed the last one. You were not to touch any of the male servants, Bianca! I’ll slaughter every last one of them! If I have to behead every single man in this castle who isn’t of royal blood to get my message across, so help me, I will!" 

“No, please! Don’t!” she pleaded in a panic. He wasn’t bluffing. The heartless king saw his inferiors as nothing more than bugs crawling around in the dirt that he could crush under his heel.  

“You fucking slut! You couldn’t keep your legs shut for a single moment! I won’t allow you to have an illegitimate child out of wedlock, Bianca! You’ll spoil all my plans with King Ivan’s kingdom! I won’t forgive you if you sabotage this critical alliance with your stupidity!” 

“Prince Ray is the father!” the giantess blurted out. 

Hardon cocked a brow. “I’m no fool. It’s pretty obvious he can’t stand you. Plus, the timing doesn’t work out.” He pulled his lips into a snarl. “Don’t lie to me, darling, you’re terrible at it.” Bianca blanched. 

“I haven’t had sexual relations with any of the servants! They’re too frightened to touch me!” she shouted. It wasn’t a lie, technically. The humans were pets, not servants. 

The king glared with pale irises that seemed to stab right through her mushy center. Bianca gulped. She couldn’t bear his gaze and turned away. Her hazel eyes flickered as she pointedly avoided looking at the human men. She stared down at the floor instead, but couldn’t avoid her father’s eyes boring into her with an excruciating intensity, his wrath burning her flesh like a white-hot poker.  

“You can’t keep the child, you know.” 

Bianca didn’t answer, but a single tear rolled down her cheek. She sniffled. 

“Ajax. Take her to the basement.” He flicked his wrist angrily and the big man shuffled past him into the room. He laid his enormous rough hands around Bianca’s arms, without physical force but with a resolute firmness that did not allow for any disagreement. Bianca, shaking, stood up with the knowledge that resistance would be fruitless. She sensed the unholy magic of the stone through his dead skin, the enslaved souls animating and preserving a vessel foreign to their origins. She felt a spastic shudder in her womb as Ajax guided her out of the room. 

Hardon remained, simmering with rage. He didn’t want to believe what Hunter had told him. He’d hoped that the sorcerer was mistaken, and the princess was simply fooling around with another giant in the castle. Her body language had been all too clear, however. She was lying, trying to conceal the truth to protect her tiny men. She had become too attached to them, enough to disobey her father for their sake—not at all what he had intended. 

Bristling with fury, he stomped over to the human enclosure and tore off the roof. He ripped out the furniture, crushing the miniature beds and tables and chairs in his hands before hurling them across the room with enough viciousness to dash them all to splinters. The three men, now with nowhere to hide, cowered in abject terror as the giant towered above them with blazing hatred.  

“So. Which one of you is responsible for this mess?” 

Chapter 56

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congrats on the milestone!! i have a bit of a weird request lol but hopefully that’ll make it more fun/ interesting for you. for the event i was thinking of headcanons (doesn’t have to be/whatever you thinks works best) with stray kids where the reader always keeps their swiss army knife on them bc they like to be prepared and perhaps just like shenanigans where that came in handy. could be platonic or romantic with skz!!

thank you! this request was so cute and it became way too long lol, but i hope you enjoy it anyway <33

word count: 6.4k (i'm so sorry omg)

warnings: mentions of knives (obviously), changbin and jisung get a tiny bit suggestive (like, the tiniest little itty bit), jeongin's contains blood and can be a bit icky for some, other than that just... tooth-rotting fluff and Down Bad skz lol

Chan

“Dang it,” Chan whines from the desk.

You look over from where you’re scrolling through your phone in the corner of his studio. He’s sitting on the floor staring down at the leg of his desk, eyebrows pinched together tightly and his hand covering his mouth thoughtfully. You love your boyfriend, so you deign to tear yourself from the TikTok on tips and tricks for Google Sheets - really, who knew you could make barcodes automatically - to go see what the problem seems to be.

“Hey love,” you murmur sweetly as you stand next to him, bending down to see what he’s frowning at so deeply. “What’s up?”

You’re in the studio because Chan had just received a new component for his producing setup. You have no idea what it is, of course, but he was so excited when he received it and absolutely convinced it would “make everything so much easier!” that you couldn’t deny his sweet request to follow him to his studio while he tries it out.

“The LED-strip is too long, and it’s meant to be cut, but I forgot to bring something to cut it with,” he sighs dejectedly. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, frown a bit less pronounced but still ghosting over his features.

“Oh,” you say softly and reach into your pocket. “Move over and let me look, yeah?” you ask him and gently apply pressure on his shoulder to make him shuffle away.

Chan looks at you, and can’t help but smile once he sees your face. He’s very confused as to what you’re going to do about this, but obeys either way. He knows his baby is smart - if someone can solve his problem, it’s you.

He watches in astonishment as you pull out a swiss army knife, and without blinking an eye pull out a miniature knife from the assortment. He has no idea why it reassures him so much that you have a knife, but it somehow settles in his chest as an affirmation that you can take care of yourself. He already knew this beforehand, but it eases some worried part of him he didn’t even know existed.

You calmly and methodically cut through the strip, after which you fasten the last part of it under the table with the provided tape. You roll up the rest of the strip, placing it on the top of the desk and inspecting your work more closely. Chan watches you prod the LED-strip, inspecting the cut edge to make sure you did it properly, and feels his heart swell in his chest.

“There,” you grin, turning to look at your boyfriend who’s eyeing you in utter bewilderment. “What?”

“Since when do you have a swiss army knife?” he bursts out, sliding an arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to your forehead in thanks.

“I got it when I was younger,” you laugh and stand up, pulling Chan after you. “Almost always have it on me, just in case. Why, you don’t like it?” You ask, raising a brow.

He adamantly shakes his head, unable to understand why you would think such a thing. “I like it. I know you can take care of yourself, and I’m glad you have the tools to use that ability,” he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head this time, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “I think you are amazing, you know that?”

“You tell me all the time, love,” you smile back, pressing a quick kiss to his nose before going back to your corner and learning more about how amazing Google Sheets could be.

Minho

You’re walking down the street with your best friend, Minho, when you hear a quiet whine from an alley. You look at each other, confused, but wordlessly decide to check it out. You’re lowkey scared that it will be someone getting robbed, so you’re a bit shocked when you see a tiny kitten struggling against a nylon net right by a dumpster. You gasp out loud, and Minho approaches the kitty slowly and gently.

“Hey, baby,” he mutters softly, stretching a hand out towards it. The little thing whimpers and tries to back away, frightened, but the deceptively strong threads stop it from doing so. Your best friend glances at you over his shoulder, eyes filled with sadness. “We have to help it.”

You immediately nod and crouch down on the ground close to the kitten. It’s flea-bitten, the dark, pretty eyes watery and its little voice sounds so small and tired. You have no idea how long it’s been stuck, but your heart is breaking either way.

You both spend a few minutes trying to reach out to the tiny bundle of fur and nylon strings, but it keeps yelping and hissing, no doubt scared out of its little mind. You feel sadness nestle behind your breastbone, wanting nothing more in that moment than to help the poor little thing get free.

The look on your face breaks your best friend’s heart. He sees the pity you feel for the kitten, the empathy, the need to help. The same one he feels. He tries to push the thought that they suit each other out of his mind. It’s not important right now. The baby cat needs help, and he can ogle at you any old time. He needs to do something to distract himself.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” Minho breathes out, standing up. His knees crack, and you wince. He kicks at you gently in offense, huffing. “I’m going to get some cat treats, see if it helps. We can’t be far from a convenience store. Keep trying, okay?”

You nod, and he quickly disappears out onto the street. You decide that your knees are hurting too much, and your position is too unstable to be able to help the kitty even if you manage to get close enough, so you slip your jacket off and place it on the ground. You shiver slightly at the cold, but have no thoughts of putting it back on as you kneel on top of it. With your new position, you manage to get closer to the kitten than before, and it seems to calm down somehow.

“That’s it, sweetie,” you mumble, shifting your right leg a little and feeling something in your jacket pocket. Your knife.

Keeping your left hand close to the whining, yelping baby, you slowly fetch your swiss army knife from your jacket pocket. When you have it in a good grip, you reach out even closer to the kitten and gently scratch its head. It tenses up, but doesn’t seem frightened or angry. You make gentle shushing noises as you keep petting its fur gently, unfolding the tiny scissors on your knife in your other hand.

Once it’s out, you gently slide a finger between the body of the kitten and the thread, bringing your other hand to snip the thread of what must have been a net for fruit at some point. The kitten seems to be able to breathe better already, and relaxes when it realizes you’re trying to help. It lays completely still as you snip the rest of the threads, cooing softly the entire time.

As soon as it’s free, you expect the tiny animal to run away, but instead it walks towards your hand, pressing against it weakly as it slumps over, no doubt tired from fighting for its life. You chuckle and gently pick it up in your hands, careful not to bring it onto your clothes - it’s difficult to get rid of lice if they’re everywhere.

You hear the crunching of gravel against asphalt and turn to find Minho, staring at you with a plastic bag in his hand. His heart is pounding out of his chest, somehow expanding to fit you in it, and he can do nothing to stop it - he gave up on stopping his crush on you a long time ago. But this? This isn’t a crush. It’s just straight up love. He kind of expected it. He gulps as he looks at you, and hopes you don’t notice in the dim lighting of the alley.

You spot the packages of cat food through the transparent material, and nod at them. Your friend takes a second to understand what you mean, but pulls the food out eventually and starts feeding the tiny kitten. It seems to accept him, maybe because you do. Either way it eats quickly, almost as if it hadn’t eaten in ages. You hope it hasn’t been that long.

“Good thing we came to check,” you tell him in a soft voice to not disturb the eating baby cat. “Poor thing is absolutely exhausted.”

And Minho would never admit it to you, as he never does when you make his heart race, but he could absolutely kiss you for your resourcefulness and caring. He wants to grab you, hold you tight and never let go, and while the urge has come to him before, it has never been this strong. He has to physically stop himself from reaching out and grabbing you.

Then you shiver, and he realizes that you’re sitting on your jacket. He can’t help himself. He tuts at you in disapproval, rolling his eyes to hide the fondness exploding inside him, and removes his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.

The little kitten has stopped eating, and is now sleeping soundly in the comfort of your warm hands. You coo at it, and he wants to pull all his hair out. “I think I want to take it home,” you whisper softly, rubbing a gentle finger against its tiny forehead. Then you look up at him, and the emotions in your eyes make his heart skip another beat. “Can you help me set everything up? You know more about cats than I do.”

“Yeah, of course,” Minho answers. He can’t say no to you even if he wants to. Lucky for you, he doesn’t want to say no this time. “You go home, and I’ll stop by the pet store and grab the essentials, yeah?”

You frown at his suggestion to split up, but nod nonetheless. His jacket feels nice around your shoulders. You wish you could have kept it as you swap to your own jacket, holding his out to him. He smiles, accepting it and bending down to pick up your knife from the ground.

“Handy little thing, eh?” he says, and you nod. He places it in your pocket again. “Why do you have that, anyway?”

“Got it as a gift a few years ago,” you respond, smiling softly at the tiny kitten in your hands as it yawns hugely before going back to sleep. “Dad thought it would come in handy.”

As you go your separate ways, you can’t help but mentally thank your dad for his gift - you don’t know what you would have done without it. Meanwhile, Minho is mentally thanking the little kitten endlessly for giving him a reason to spend more time with you. He’s going to get the best cat toys he can find, he decides.

Changbin

“God, I’m so tired,” Changbin moans as the two of you walk out of the gym. You laugh at him, making him pout at you and whine loudly. “Y/n!”

“Sorry, you big baby,” you tease, ruffling his hair.

To be fair, you are tired too. Your entire body is aching, the muscles you just worked out making themselves known. However, you can’t resist teasing your friend - he’s the one that always teases you when you complain after solo gym sessions.

Changbin is honestly impressed by how well you did at the gym today. He does make fun of you when you complain, but it’s mostly to stop himself from imagining you at the gym, drenched in sweat and muscles bulging. He doesn’t think he can handle that mental picture, like, at all.

His hair is slightly damp from the shower he took before you left, and your hand immediately feels cold afterwards. When you wrinkle your nose, shaking your hand violently to dry it off, Changbin cackles at you. You smile.

The affection he feels for you is a constant, warm kind of feeling. It concerned him at first, but now it’s familiar and almost comforting. No matter what else happens, he knows that he can look at you and feel a rush of serotonin hit his brain at record speed, knows that his hands will tingle with the need to reach out and touch you. He used to want it to go away, but now the thought of it vanishing makes him sad.

“Seriously, I think I’m just gonna collapse here. I can go back home tomorrow,” he says dramatically, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Let’s stop and get a snack, then,” you suggest, and laugh even more at the way his eyes light up at your suggestion. “C’mon, there’s a convenience store around the corner.”

You walk over to the store, making quick work of selecting your snacks of choice and going outside to sit at the tables by the storefront. The temperature is better here, where the wind isn’t blowing very much. You each pack up your respective snacks on the table, you very happy with your chocolate-flavored protein shake and banana and him with his fried chicken on a stick and beer bottle. You snort at the way he wiggles in his chair in excitement, despite finding it kinda cute. You take your first sip of your shake and hum happily.

That’s when Changbin groans dramatically once more, holding his glass bottle of beer in his left hand as he lowers his head onto the table. You quirk a brow at his odd behavior - there was a lot wrong with him, but this was new.

“I’m the world’s biggest idiot,” he moans, and you scoff as you see the bottle - with a non-screwable cap. You let out a cackle at his misfortune, to which he just whines. “Why do I make life so damn hard for myself?!”

He vaguely thinks that this is embarrassing behavior, but his screaming muscles and the fatigue tugging at the edges of his mind completely remove his ability to care. He will keep being a baby in front of you, and he will do so shamelessly.

“Oh my god, shut up,” you whine back, grabbing his bottle in one hand and fishing your swiss army knife out from your bag with the other.

You make quick work of the cap. Your friend looks over at you as the sound of carbonation fizzing out of the bottle hits his ears, only to see you steal a swig of his drink. He blinks once, and then decides that your smile is way too smug for his liking - even if he likes it a lot.

“Yah!” he yells in that way only he can. “That’s mine, you thief.” He snatches it back quickly, some of the amber liquid spilling onto the surface of the table.

“Thief?” you snort, looking at him with your brows raised. You swipe the back of your hand against your lips, making sure to remove the beer your friend just spilled all over you. “I just opened that for you, dumbass. You should be thanking me.”

Changbin stops with the bottle halfway to his lips when he sees you fold the bottle opener back into the famous tool, eyes widening. How did he not know you had one? Why is it upsetting him that he didn’t know? And how is he supposed to deal with the fact that he somehow feels more endeared by you than he usually does? He tries very hard not to show the absolute adoration he feels on his face, but he fears that he’s unsuccessful, so he tries to come up with a distraction.

“Thank you?” he scoffs, but you grin.

“You’re welcome,” you sing-song, taking a bite of your banana and Changbin’s heart speeds up more than it did the entire time he was working out. He hopes his face isn’t flushed, because there’s no wind here, and he doesn’t have any excuse other than his feelings for you.

“Brat,” he settles for mumbling, taking a swig of his beer.

Hyunjin

“No!” you hear your roommate whine from his bedroom in your shared apartment. “Y/n!” he whines further and you sigh, placing your laptop on the coffee table before shuffling towards his room with a sigh.

“What now, Jinnie?” you ask, eyes closed and braced for the absolute headache his dramatics are sure to bring you.

You adore him, really you do, but the man sure knows how to grate on your nerves.

“Do you have any pliers?” he pouts, and you stop the scoff crawling its way up your throat. What a drama queen, seriously.

Hyunjin can’t stop himself from asking you for help. You always know exactly what to do in any given situation - why wouldn’t he ask you? He’s convinced that if he were to ask you what the meaning of life was, you would have a perfectly coherent and believable answer. The right answer.

“No, Hyunjin, you and I have a shared toolbox with a single screwdriver and a messed up hammer, and neither of us ever use them,” you tell him in a monotone voice.

You’re not trying to be rude, you swear, but this is the fifth time in the past 20 minutes that he’s called for you to ask something absolutely asinine and you have homework to get done. You probably would have been done if he would just solve his own issues, but he’s in one of his stupid moods, and you know he won’t even try to think for himself today.

He is in a mood. He’s in a pouty mood. His canvas won’t look the way he wants it to, even though he has made 5 attempts so far. He feels stupid for allowing a pile of wood and some fabric to defeat him like this, but he knows you won’t laugh. You never do. You just put up with him, and he couldn’t ask for more.

“But- but the nails are sticking out of the back,” he says, voice quivering as if he’s about to cry. (He is.) He’s gesturing to the nearly finished canvas on his bedroom floor, the one he had so proudly proclaimed he would build himself.

As annoying as he is, you don’t particularly enjoy seeing your roommate cry, so you huff and walk toward Hyunjin. You look at the nails, and see that they’re not particularly thick, so you sigh heavily before walking out of his room, carrying the canvas with you. The man-baby just silently shuffles along behind you, looking lost. You gently place the canvas down on your bed, turning to your desk and snatching the swiss army knife you kept on hand from it.

“You have one of those?” Hyunjin asks, bewildered and honestly kind of amazed. He associates those knives with tough people, people who know exactly what they’re doing in every aspect of life. He realizes it makes perfect sense that you would own one. At his question, you just glance at him drily and cock an eyebrow. “Silent, got it.”

Say what you will, your roommate surely knows how to read a room.

You calmly take out the tiny saw attachment and position it at the nail. It’s quite difficult, metal isn’t exactly an easy material to saw through, but you eventually manage to snip all four nails so that they lie flush with the wooden frame of the canvas - at the low low price of a tight wrist, of course. Then again, your reward will be peace and quiet so you can finish your stupid homework, so you consider it worth it.

The pain melts away as soon as you see your roommate beam at you as if you hung the stars, and you shoot him a tired smile, handing him the canvas back. He may be an expert at pressing your buttons, but he gets away with it every single time. Maybe you should give him some repercussions at times.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and you nod.

“Let me finish my homework now?” you almost beg, voice desperate. You’re so tired, you just want to sleep, but the stupid assignment is due in the morning so you have to finish it.

“Of course!” Hyunjin beams brightly, and you squeeze his arm in thanks before going back to the couch. “For the record-” you spin to glare at him, but he’s undeterred. Unfortunately. “I think it’s really cool that you have that.”

You clear your throat and flee to the safety of the couch, covering your flushing cheeks as best you can. You clear your throat for no reason other than pushing your pesky little heart back down into your chest, and take up your laptop again, somehow more motivated to finish your homework now.

In turn, Hyunjin flees to his room so he can nurse his pounding heart in peace. He always thinks those things, but he never says them out loud. Well, when he’s drunk or tired, it sometimes slips out, but… He has no excuse this time. He tries not to imagine what you feel about it, but he can’t help it. Maybe he should do it again, and just see what your reaction is for himself?

Jisung

“Hey babe?” Jisung shouts from the bedroom.

You abandon the boxes you were unpacking in the kitchen, immediately going to check on your boyfriend. “Yes, sweetie?” you ask, poking your head into the room.

What you see is your sweet, cute, adorable partner grinning sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head. You internally groan. You’re used to his antics, and you can’t help but wonder what on earth he managed to break and/or lose in a grand total of 3 minutes. Outwardly, you show nothing, you just wait for his answer.

“You, uh, you don’t happen to have another bit for the screwdriver?” he murmurs so lowly you barely hear him. “I… might have lost the one I was using.” He pauses. “I tried another one, but it doesn’t fit and- and I’m sorry.” He hangs his head in shame.

You inwardly sigh. He had promised to help you move into your new place, like the good boyfriend he was, and had animatedly assured you that he definitely knew how to put together a bookshelf from IKEA no problem. You had your doubts, but let him carry on either way, because you’re a good partner. This is about what you expected, though.

“Sungie,” you sigh playfully, trying to let him know you’re not upset. You’re not. It’s just a stupid bit - it’s like, what, $7?

“I know,” he groans, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout, and you chuckle at him. He hates disappointing you, but you’ve been together for a while now, so you’re well-aware of his tendency to lose things. He knows that. Still, he feels shitty for not even being able to put up a stupid bookshelf. He inwardly curses the stupid pile of wood, sure that if he did it out loud, you would mock him. And he would deserve it.

“Hang on,” you say, and go to the entryway.

You grab your swiss army knife from your coat pocket, opening the little compartment it has for carrying screwdriver bits. You just had to hope that they would fit the screwdriver, even though they were made for the screwdriver attachment on the knife.

“What is that?”

You jump about a foot in the air from how startled you were at Jisung’s sudden appearance next to you. You turn to glare at him playfully as he slides a hand around your waist, still looking at the knife in your hands. He needs to hug you, touch you, so he knows that you’re not angry.

“It’s just a swiss army knife,” you tell him, fetching the bit you were looking for and sliding the compartment shut, placing the knife back in the coat pocket you took it from. “Here, I think this should work.”

Your boyfriend is looking at you with stars in his eyes, and you have to prod him a few times to get him to take the stupid bit from your outstretched hand. He’s lost in thoughts of how perfectly you fit him. He always thought the saying “other half” was cheesy, but when he met you he started to get it. You are his other half, just like he is yours. He’s good at talking to people where you’re shy, and you’re good at being organized where he is… well, a mess. His mind can’t help but drift to other ways you fit too, and-

It takes him a few seconds to realize that you’re looking at him, and that he should probably respond. Your eyebrows are raised at his obliviousness, but he just keeps smiling cheesily at you, because what else can he do? His perfect baby just solved his problem without complaining even a little. He’s a winner.

“What?” you ask, feigning annoyance - you could never actually be annoyed with him smiling at you like that, and you’re pretty sure he knows that.

“You’re just so hot, baby,” he answers, licking his lips and flicking his eyes to your lips. It’s not his fault that you’re the perfect partner - who wouldn’t get horny from that?

You scoff, pushing his chest gently to get him to go back to building your bookshelf. He just grins though, and sneaks a cheeky peck before sliding away to finish his task. You blush as you go back to putting wine glasses in the correct cabinets, thinking about how ludicrous it was that a simple knife made your crackhead of a boyfriend hot and bothered.

Felix

“So this goes here?” you ask carefully, holding some sort of computer part (really, you know it’s a graphics card - you’re not stupid) and pointing to a slot that looks suspiciously like it would fit the part perfectly.

“Exactly,” Felix nods, and you nod to yourself, reaching to place it in the correct spot. “Don’t put it in yet though, I still need to attach this to the- dang!”

You’re helping your boyfriend Felix put together a brand new gaming computer. He hadn’t had time to upgrade the old one as much as he wanted as new parts were coming out, so he had decided to simply upgrade everything and give you his old one, so you could play games together. Anything that meant he could spend time with you, Felix would gladly do.

In preparation for today, you watched a lot of videos about building computers simply so you would know what to do, and found yourself quite interested, actually. Your regular 3am YouTube rabbit hole was swapped for one consisting of computer architecture for the past two weeks, and you are pleasantly surprised to find that a lot of the knowledge that the videos contained still sticks with you.

You tilt your head in confusion at his exclamation, looking over your boyfriend’s shoulder to see him struggling to fit a plastic cap over a few exposed cables. He’s clearly struggling, the casing for the cables seeming too thick to fit into the plastic cap you know as a SATA-connector. Oh. So his PSU was modular, then. That’s… unnecessarily complicated, in your humble opinion, but then again you are still new to this whole thing.

“It won’t fit?” you ask, even though it’s quite obvious that it won’t.

“No,” he sighs, leaning his head back against your tummy where you’re standing behind him. “I don’t have the right tool for that,” he mutters, sounding disappointed. You card your fingers through his hair in comfort. “Maybe Channie hyung will have one, what d’you reckon?”

You hum in agreement, and then realize that you have the right tool. It’s right in your pocket, too! As Felix rises from the chair to go and fetch his phone, his ESD bracelet discarded on the desk, you put it on instead and sit down. You fish your swiss army knife out of your jeans pocket, flipping through until you find the correct attachment - a knife with a small notch in it, made for stripping wires.

You gently grab the wires your boyfriend was struggling with earlier, and hold them up to the plastic cap they should be fitting into. You carefully measure which part you should be stripping the cables at before slowly and meticulously doing it. You have to try twice on the first one, but all the others go smoothly, and you grin to yourself as you slide them into the cap, following the color-coded markings, and flick the switch to close the casing tight around the cables.

The moment you’re finished, Felix enters the room with a frown. “Channie hyung doesn- how did you do that?!”

You giggle a little at his astonishment, before holding up your knife. He gawks at it, interested in knives as he is, before kissing you full on the mouth in thanks. You smile at him as his eyes glitter at you in adoration, his hand holding the side of your neck and his thumb brushing your jaw so gently you barely feel it.

“Why are you asking me about where the parts go if you’re so smart, huh?”

You smile again, and Felix’s soul leaves his body when your eyes glint in the tiniest amount of mischief. “It’s a reason to talk to you.”

He leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed and just taking you in. You’re his. He has to remind himself every day, because he’s still half-convinced you’re not real. That he’s dreamed you up, somehow. And yet here you are.

As soon as he spots you wearing the ESD bracelet, he cracks. He pulls you to him again, kissing you so passionately you feel like you’re drowning, cradling your face like it was made of the finest china. You both pull away, panting, your head to his chest as he holds you safely against him.

“I love you, y’know,” he breathes.

“I know. I love you too,” you answer, your dazed smile making his knees weak.

Maybe it’s time to take a break from building, he thinks, squeezing you to him and sighing happily.

Seungmin

You took time off work to go meet Seungmin in America. Not that long, just five days, so you could only stay one full day (the jetlag was sure to knock you out for at least a day), but it was worth it for your anniversary. It’s the third one, not one that is particularly special in actuality, but with Seungmin, every milestone was celebrated thoroughly. Your decision was also helped along by the fact that you hadn’t physically seen him in three months; the anniversary is mostly an excuse at this point.

You’re wearing a meticulously planned outfit, all the things your boyfriend likes on you taken into consideration. He doesn’t know you’re coming, but Chan does. Honestly, the leader is more excited than you are, you think.

As they enter the hotel, you stand by the elevator. You wait for someone to notice you, and unsurprisingly, Chan is the first one to do so. Also unsurprisingly, he cannot hold in his giggles at the sight of you, and it makes the rest of the boys look your way curiously.

Changbin’s scream of surprise is loudest, but you notice nothing aside from your Seungmin. The whole world melts away as he flings himself at you, cradling you in his arms as if you’re made of glass. He kisses the top of your head more times than you can count, and when you look at his face, you see tears in his eyes. You smile gently, your own eyes matching his.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” you breathe, and he (poorly) covers a sob of joy with a cough.

“I love love,” Chan sighs, grinning brightly. Felix is crying actual tears, not caring about the other boys’ presence.

The other boys give you quick hugs, too, but they don’t have much of a chance as your boyfriend has missed you a lot and is less than keen on sharing your attention. They all go up to their rooms, while you and Seungmin decide to go out to eat.

Your boyfriend's heart feels so full. He doesn't really know what to do with himself, if he's honest - you're here, with him, and it's your anniversary. He's so overjoyed, and there's no way for him to get an output for his excited energy that he just builds it up in his chest instead.

“This is the best gift you could have gotten me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your hand in the back of the Uber. “Let me treat you to a romantic dinner, yeah?”

It’s later than you think, though, and most restaurants are either fully booked or closed. Seungmin is upset, because all he wants is to woo you so hard you decide to just stay with him forever and never leave his side. He’s disappointed, until you grin up at him with bright eyes and an idea.

And Seungmin, poor Seungmin, can never say no to you, so you end up at a park bench with wine and cheese bought from a grocery store. It feels tacky, but at the same time, it feels so much like you that he has absolutely zero complaints. He’s a bit too smitten with you, he thinks. Then again, is there such a thing? You flew out here to meet him. You deserve for your partner to be so smitten with you that they can never recover - and he' s fairly certain that he fits that description perfectly.

“Ah, wait,” he groans when he realizes that you forgot to get a corkscrew. “How do we open this? It’s almost midnight, we can’t toast after our anniversary is already over,” he says, trying and failing to keep the whine out of his voice.

You giggle at him, grabbing your swiss army knife from your bag and pulling out the corkscrew. You make short work of the cork, grabbing a plastic cup from the grocery bag and pouring some for the love of your life. All the while, he stares at you in fascination and awe. There's nothing you can't do, and you look so breathtaking the entire time. His beautiful, cunning, resourceful baby. He might just combust.

“You know, for being so spontaneous, you sure are well-prepared,” he breathes as he takes the cup from you, and you beam back brightly.

“It’s why you love me,” you tease, but the poor man can’t even protest, because it’s one hundred percent true.

He can’t wait to get back to the hotel so he can show you the gift he has for you, the glittering ring safely tucked away into the black velvet box, and he can’t wait to hear you say yes. After all, if you’re willing to absolutely ruin your circadian rhythm for him with jetlag, why in the world should he doubt your answer?

Jeongin

“Shi- Y/n!” you hear bouncing down the hall. The call is following a loud crash, and you’re 90% certain that what you heard was glass breaking into a million pieces.

You’re unsurprised, honestly. Your friend Jeongin is a klutz in every sense of the word. He breaks about half the things he comes in contact with, and that’s honestly being generous. So why in the hell had you sent him to pick up the glass bowl from the cupboard in your office? What had you been thinking?

The only thought whirring in your head as you run to help Jeongin is how you are an idiot for asking him to fetch something fragile. Do you like that bowl? Absolutely, you adore it. Do you care about it at this very moment? Not so much. You just pray that your friend (and crush) hasn’t managed to hurt himse-

Your prayer goes unanswered, as the first thing you see when you skid around the corner into your home office is the boy holding his hand up over his head with a red stream of blood flowing down his entire arm.

“Jeongin!” you exclaim, looking at his pale face and bashful grin. He’s not crying, so you decide it’s most likely not that bad.

“I’m sorry,” he whines, looking down at the floor so as to avoid meeting your eyes. You shake your head before he’s even finished. “No, I am - I know you liked that bowl a lot.”

He sounds so ashamed of himself, and you can’t help the urge to coo at him. You know how much he hates when you do that, so you manage to repress it - barely. 

“I did,” you tell him, not an ounce of anger or sadness in your voice. He looks up at you warily, taking in your features carefully before deciding you’re really not angry, sad, or even disappointed. “What I care about right now, though, is the fact that you’re bleeding, dumbass. Try to get over here, but don’t step on the glass, okay? We’ll deal with this once we’ve cleaned you up.”

Even though you call him a dumbass, your tone is so soft that it barely registers in his mind. Then again, he can’t exactly argue - he was a dumbass. But as you don’t seem to mind, neither does he. He rises from the floor, careful not to fall or get blood on any of your belongings. He manages to find a relatively clear path, and moves through it carefully to get to you.

“Nice,” you tell him with an encouraging smile, and the way your eyes crinkle in the corners make his knees feel like jelly. Or maybe it’s the blood loss. Who knows.

You softly tug his arm down out of the air, where it had remained throughout his entire journey through the glass, and examine his hand. You grimace, but nod to yourself.

“Come on, let’s get that glass out and bandage you up.”

He feels pathetic as you drag him through your apartment into your bathroom. He sits down on the toilet, hand in the air again. You rummage through drawers, finally finding what you needed and turning to sit down on the floor next to the toilet. You hold your hand out expectantly, and Jeongin lowers his bleeding hand into your soft one.

The bathroom lights are bright enough for him to see that there’s quite a lot of glass still stuck in his hand, and he has to look away. He settles for studying your face instead, your expression completely focused as you use something to cut into his skin to remove the glass. He balks when he realizes it’s a swiss army knife. When did you get one of those?

He decides that question can wait. Partly because he doesn’t want you to accidentally cut him instead of the glass, and partly because he is absolutely mesmerized by your features. The sun is streaming through the bathroom window, shining on you from behind and making you appear absolutely angelic. He’s perfectly content to stare at you forever.

When you grin up at him after removing the last piece of glass, positively beaming, he’s convinced you’re an angel. He can’t hold back anymore. As soon as you’ve bandaged his hand, you jokingly press a kiss to his bandage, and his healthy hand grabs the side of your face. You look up at him with big eyes as he leans into you, and they only flutter closed as his lips meet yours.

What glass bowl?

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! i enjoyed writing it, it was a very creative prompt <3

[exitmurderer]

SNM #36-38 19-20 Aug 2023

(Funny to me, how few times I've seen this show compared to some folks who started right before or during the pandemic. So it goes.) Well, there I was, back in the hotel on a quickly planned trip thanks to some Extremely Swell Folks.

Dora Wolfe in the red dress! She was making really interesting choices, esp. the lip sync.

The newer cast member I most appreciated was Andrew Robinson on as Porter. Nice to see someone of a certain age in that role, knocking it out of the park emotionally and physically, dancing like a mofo when the time came to dance.

And then I followed full loops of folks I knew I'd appreciate, even if I hadn't seen these particular full loops before: Marija Obradovic as Lady M, Aliza Russell as Bald, Jessica Smith's Danvers and Nurse. I cannot overstate how beautiful and moving their work is.

Speaking of the aforementioned people, it's great to see performers who are just Going For It. In boxing there's the saying "let your hands go" and I guess for dance it would be "let your whole dang self go" and it's so cool to see when people are doing exactly that, they just DGAF and all the knobs are cranked to 11. I didn't loop them but Tim Heck and Nate Carter as Macbeth, they go under this heading too.

Extremely cool to see Emily Oldak show up at work in the hut. Knitting!

Great as always to see Karen Marie singing. New singer Isla (sp?) is also doing top shelf work.

I met dear friends on purpose at the show, at Gallow Green, at Ovest, and elsewhere. I ran into dear friends on the street. Friends are about the best thing there is, y'know?

[sarandipitywrites]

find the word tag

thanks for the tag, @mjjune! go check out their snippets here. my words to find are destiny, dead, dry, door, and dang

passing the tag to @sageswriteblr, @writingamongther0ses, @moondust-bard, @zmwrites, @revenantlore, and an open tag if you want to play along! your words are impress, suppose, crawl, secret, and pop

as usual, these come from Dead Roots, Dark Water:

destiny fate

“Ah, well. Fate is not always kind, but we make do with what it gives us, ‘ey? And today, Fate brought you… to me.” Krew’s eyes fixed on him, one milkweed-bug-red and the other white and filmy as a termite. Jak stiffened. He searched Krew’s face for any tell, any indication of how this was about to end. Because this was it: the moment Sig had warned him of. When he found out if his stunt had annoyed Krew… or impressed him.

dead

"Torn's KG." "What?" Pain stabbed through his shoulder in synchrony with Daxter's shriek. He winced at both, rolling his shoulder. The day had to be catching up with him; his arm felt like it was made of eco ore instead of steel. "Used to be KG," he amended. Torn couldn't be KG, now — he was supposed to be dead, now. And the dead couldn't serve. Though if what Aster had told him about Project Walker was true, it wasn't for lack of trying.

dry

Voices in the cell block outside. Shouting. Clamoring. Jak jolted upright, threw his arm up, and squeezed his eyes shut. His muscles tensed. His nerves screamed. Blood hammered in his ears. The moment of impact came and went. No rifle butt. No shock stick. He eased his eyes open. Walls of stucco and wood, a window glowing with eco and magma. No metal. No searing lights. No bars. His heart stuttered and crawled up into his throat. It swelled there, squeezed with a strangled sound. "Jak? You with me?" Daxter sat beside him, the mattress dipping around his weight. Weight. Real. "We're at Brutter's house, in Babak Village. Four miles outta Haven. We came here last night, through the tunnel. Remember?" Jak swallowed his heart back down with a dry click. He breathed in, held it. "I remember. I'm fine. Sorry. I'm fine."

door

Ceres felt along a section of stucco above his head. A soft click carried down the alley, and a rectangle of wall depressed under his palm. The kid curled his fingers into the newly-formed handhold and pulled — to no effect. …No way. This wasn't what Daxter thought it was. But as he watched Jak help Ceres pull open the Makers-true secret door, no other explanation made any sense. Jak glanced back at Daxter. He tugged at the bottom of his scarf and, with a deep breath, squared his shoulders and followed boy and dog through the darkened doorway. In retrospect, he really should've guessed. Daxter sighed and made his way to the door. "Brutter, you fuzzy li'l anarchist."

dang damn

“Hovel, sweet hovel, eh kid?” Daxter stretched, spine popping like fury fire. “You had dinner yet? I think we still got— Jak, don’t give ‘im that, he’ll break his damn teeth.” Ceres, sensing impending food confiscation, tore into the wrapper and stuffed the ration bar into his mouth. Jak shrugged one shoulder, unwrapping another for himself. Too late, now. The kid bit off a piece and handed it to Moss, who sniffed it for only a moment before wrapping his lips around the morsel. Daxter’s eye twitched. “Heathens, all of you.”

[twistedisciple]

You know, after seeing Larcei come away from talking to this guy fuming and with bloody knuckles, Edward was all set to march up to this weirdo and demand either A. another match, or B. some arm wrestling, if more knucklecrunching wasn't fair because Larcei is strong, and she would definitely give anyone a sound walloping — But well, he isn't blind, and that is definitely a fully busted up hand. Like, broken degrees of busted up. The bones, that is.

Dang, what did the guy do to warrant Larcei breaking his whole darn hand? And — Oh, yep, that's blood, alright, not just from the knucklecrunching. Is there some fight ring the elementals set up he doesn't know about? There's nowhere near enough commotion for that anywhere nearby... Then again, everyone knows the first rule of fight club. (Still, an invite would've been nice!)

He hasn't forgotten the fact he wanted to get this guy's measure, maybe give him a piece of his own mind, but Edward can't quite help the curiosity or the low whistle that leaves him on closer observation, cocking his head, grey eyes inquisitive.

"Yow, man — You going to get that looked at? Could almost think you enjoy looking like you came out the wrong end of a bar fight."

The kid had marched almost all the way over to him before something made him stop and stare. Griss flashes him a sharp look. "You gonna just stand there and gawk or--"

No, he's got something to say, as it turns out, and it swings Griss' attention back down toward his swelling hand. What was it, some kind of attraction? Then again, he guesses it's not everyday someone winds up injured at a ball of all things. But people like him usually didn't wind up in places like this. The question is naive enough though, and draws out a huff of laughter. When he looks up again, it's with a much more amiable smirk.

"Yeah. You ever had something broken before? It's the only thing that'll make you really aware of what's inside of you," he answers proudly, then studies the kid for a second. He seems curious, which is weird, because Griss had thought he'd definitely been on a warpath when he'd started for him. If it's the injury that's put him off suddenly, he releases his hand and raises it triumphantly almost like a trophy. Whatever stunt that Larcei person had pulled, he certainly didn't hate her for it. The opposite, in fact.

"The pain's gonna go away before long though, so I want to savor it while I can. Then I'll see about having it put back together. Anyone ever told you not to stick your nose in a stranger's business?"

[blanks1275]

Hey guys so I have something to talk about. This morning I went downstairs to eat breakfast and I was putting my dishes away when my dad came down and said, " you can install your new smoke alarm or you can wait and I'll do it when I get home" and obviously I don't want to put a freaking smoke alarm on the ceiling like hello I have to stand on a chair and break my neck and screw into the dry wall. So I told him "you can just do it when you get back" and my dad, my father said "you are the most helpless 15 year old I know" so when people talk to me like that I usually just leave but not enough that it's like I'm crying but not to little that I'm still in the room. So I went to the next room( the living room) and I sat on the chair and my eyes swelled and I couldn't stay so I had to go upstairs to cry a little bit" fast forward like ten minutes my dad says to me and my sister that he's going to the gym like okay whatever then he's yappin on about the dang smoke detector saying we can put it up together when he gets back and we'll do something outside together. Then he leaves for the gym and like 20 minutes into his workout he texts me and says "im sorry I shouldn't have called you helpless you're the opposite. We'll put the smoke detector on together when I get back".... Are you actually serious. Like genuinely. Are you for real. This might just be a me thing but if more then 10 minutes have passed and no one's said anything about it, don't say anything about it. Because that tells me that you were thinking of what you said then thinking of how I reacted and only then decided to rethink what you said. When I got the text obviously I knew I wasn't gonna let him into my room alone because I was NOT about to have that conversation so I installed the alarm by my self. Maybe it's silly because it is but Idk. Anyway I he was gone from like 12-3 which is a long time. And when he got back me and my sister were leaving for the park and he said he was gonna mow. Are you kidding. You leave for the whole day. The whole day. And then you don't want to see us more? And even when we got back and he was done mowing he didn't want to see us, or at least me. Because I went downstairs for a few hours when he texted the gc to come outside. He and my mom were out there, and he didn't say anything to me really, then it was just us outside and he didn't say anything. Sometimes I feel like my dad doesn't really like me. It might sound stupid but it really feels like he would rather spend time with my sister. I hugged him today and he barely hugged me back. Also he's a borderline alcoholic, he does this hormone replacement therapy bullshit that makes him an absolute bitch to us, and he is at the gym 24/7. I found out recently my parents when to couples therapy when I was younger. I didn't know that and I have to say finding that out hurt so bad. They aren't divorced and I know it's bad for a lot of kids out there which is why I am so scared that it's going to happen if my dad doesn't get himself together. Anyway that's all I have to say for know about that. I hope you have the best day 💜

[josiejohnscn]

as you should be. they are the kindest, smartest, most beautiful girls inside and out. i'm grateful to be a small part of their lives and cannot wait to see how they take on the world –– though i know you can wait just a little bit longer for that to happen. i don't know babe, joja is doing pretty well. do they? that's very kind of them but i don't want it to be a burden for them financially. did you have any thoughts? and our girls! wylda and romy finally settled on the dresses they wanted to wear and oh my, they look beyond gorgeous in them! you're going to melt when you see them. thank you, my love. i'm obsessed with my dress, so i hope you love it as much as i do. listen, you know i'm okay with you finding a way to freeze her at this age. she's so funny and so adorable, i never want to forget it! it's funny, one of the things i was nervous about when having our own kids was if i'd love them differently because they came from me. because the last thing i'd ever want was for wylda and romy to feel less loved because they aren't my own. what's interesting is that my body aches for them in certain moments and my heart swells just as big, just like it does for collins or lennon. they are my daughters, and they were my first kids. for that i will always be grateful. the smile was there, but it was definitely those last assets that had you following me around like a cute little puppy dog. the universe made sure they were shown off for a reason, and that reason was you. how can we complain though when they're so dang cute? i'll take the full hands! it's tough too because she doesn't understand. hopefully when she gets older and we can explain it to her, she won't feel so sad. seeing all four of our beautiful babies cuddling is the greatest sight in the world. | @aarontaylorjohnscn

they are always on the go! becoming little trailblazers in their own ways. proud papa over here watching his beautiful daughters slowly become even more beautiful young ladies. think both our pocket books will appreciate the fact our wedding won't leave us broke. which reminds me, my parents want to help out in some ways. they know they can't offer a whole lot but told them there could be something we could come up with. the day will be absolutely perfect because we will be together with all our friends, family and other loved ones. and you are going to be the most breathtaking bride to ever walk this earth. i just feel it and know it. where has the time gone and next thing i know she will be thirteen. make it slow down, love! they love you so much and truly i couldn't ask for anything more. knowing you'd do absolutely anything and everything for them and love them as if they came from your womb. words could never express how grateful i am. your bum definitely wasn't what caught my eye at the festival....was that big smile of yours. and maybe your breast too because they were on full display. of course, love. i send a little prayer up to the main upstairs every morning and it may or may not have that in it. way too smart. we are definitely going to have our hands full with her and then little miss lennon. i'm hoping that too because it truly breaks my heart seeing how bummed she gets when they have to leave. feel having lennon around helps distract her more. lets really hope they are able to distract each other when that has to happen. // @josie-skriver

[somemydayy]

Jujutsu Kaisan as yanderes characters: kyoto school edition

mai zenin: you were one of the temple’s disciples. making it virtually impossible for mai not to know of your existence. maybe it wasn’t like any other crush, but mai confided and conversed with you on a regular. some say, being honest is a flaw you can overlook. but mai was honest to a fault. like the time you confided within her that you told the young neighborhood boy you liked him, and the next week. he turned up with bruises and a broken arm to reject you. maybe mai did what she thought was right, she always did what she thought was correct in her eyes. and maybe that boy wasn’t right for you. many told you about her devotion and commitment. and after some time you saw all the signs; maybe you’ll have a talk with her sooner rather then later. “I did everything, for you to notice me. And now, you tell me this? I won’t accept you, with anyone else! I love you, too much!”

kokichi muta: he’s the kind of yandere, that observes, stalks and proclaims to “protect” they’re darling. even if he knows it’s not entirely truthful. mute will always make sure to walk you home. and to and from the grocery store. can’t have you walking into a dangerous situation, now can he? I think he’ll go a step farther with you, then miwa; and install a secret camera outside your shared break room. it’s just extra protection, last time there was a break in and a peeper at campus. he just wants the best for you. so you’ll have to excuse his diligent, but it’s only for the best. “don’t worry, I’ll make sure to protect you, (Y/n). I promise!”

katsuki miwa: you were perfection in all the meaning of the world, one problem. you were a family member from the big three. miwa, wasn’t accretive nor reliable like that. but she did love you wholeheartedly. and after talking to gojo one day; she came to understand that you were a dime a dozen. and after that night, she proudly promised to love you forever long she breathed. a jujutsu sorcerer’s life isn’t always promised; but she’ll make sure to live to the fullest, with resolve and spirit. you were her muse and love after all. “i’ll make sure to return to you, every single time my darling. I love you!”

momo nishimiya: I think she’s the kind of yandere, that’s super protective of the ones she’s loves. take how she acts, and speaks to nobara when mai is involved. I think it’s pure admiration. maybe reader-chan has things twists; but she suspects that this adoration and respect has other connotations. jealousy? nope (y/n) trusts momo in full; it’s just something that she has to deal with. life hadn’t always been kind to reader-chan and momo knows this. she’s quite foolish and naïve. reader always makes sure to tell momo, reader loves her a lot. even aoi todo warns the blonde girl; he’ll steal away reader-chan away if he hears she made her cry, if she dares brings up another girl in front of reader-chan. and for now at least; momo took this advice to heart. and hasn’t been talking about any other women; idols or mai included. “it’s all for darling’s peace of mind, after all.”

noritoshi kamo: he thought he had it all figured out. marry a gifted heir, and continue his family linage. maybe this was his dream; restore his mother’s place in the kamo household. a dream, an ambition he held dear to his heart. but that all changed when he met you. for once he actually wished to woo you of his own accord, and not because of who your family was or the techniques you possessed. maybe it was that too, a little bit. a good women, who could produce a healthy kamo heir. he’ll make sure to kiss your swelling stomach, until you were ready to pop. regardless of society’s feelings or his family’s feelings; he decided to choose you. and dang, did he praise the gods up above when you told him you loved him with all your heart, and expected his child to be a healthy baby boy. “we’ll have a beautiful family, don’t worry.”

aoi todo: you were his idol. don’t get things confused, todo does loves nobuko takedowns, but you? oh goodness my, were you an angel sent from up above. you were so pure, so sweet and beautiful. the a perfect women, in all the ways of the word. and todo, had to make sure he protected you from this cruel world, one way or the other. he wouldn’t stop at anything, he’ll make sure to keep you pure, safe and perfect. even if it’s the last thing he would do. just like he promised you, after all. “I’ll be your knight in shining armor, dear. I promise to protect you from everything and everyone who wishes to cause you harm. I’ll be your protector. I swear to you.”

© Somemydayy 2022 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.

[thegreencanary]

Come back to me Baby

Paring: Fem Reader x Eddie Munson

Based on this request!

TW: Drugs, Needles, Mentions of Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/Trying to Unalive, Cursing, Drinking, Very heavy topics. Minors DNI. Please, Please, Please take these seriously. Mental health first Babes. ❤️🖤❤️

Summary: You’re dealing with a lot of depression and you don’t want to burden your friends or your boyfriend with it. Eddie has some things that could help you, but he doesn’t want you to use any of it. One day you just get too tired to keep going and you try it anyways.

This gave me serious Violet and Tate vibes so that’s why I used that gif.

Brrrr…brrrrr…brrrrr…brrr

Your phone kept ringing but it wasn’t enough to make you get out of bed. Someone would get it downstairs probably, but you didn’t really care. Currently you were spiraling because getting out of bed seemed impossible but you needed to get in the shower 15 minutes ago to get ready for a date. The bed was just so god dang warm and hiding under the covers kept you bolted in place. Tears swelled in your eyes as the feeling of failure washed over you when you realized there was no way you could shower and be ready in time now.

“Honey! Eddie is on his way!”

Your mom called up, it was probably him who called the house. He always called before he came to get you, it was really sweet. You didn’t want him to worry about you, and it was too late to cancel and take another depression nap so you got out of bed, took a body shower and got ready. The hair definitely had to be up because it looked like garbage. Giant sweatshirt for comfort and a pair of flare jeans. You actually looked pretty cute but what the mirror showed you made you want to vomit. The bed called to you, begging you to come back, but you couldn’t. You stared at yourself in the mirror and forced a smile until it looked natural. You had to fake it.

The sound of Eddie cheesing it up with your family downstairs pulled you from your fog and the smile was placed perfectly as you headed downstairs. Eddie lot up and wrapped you up in a hug. You smelled the cologne he used to cover up the stench of weed. He must have made some deals today.

“Hellloooooooo?”

You came back from disassociating to Eddie waving his hand in your face.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mmhm. Just tired.”

You flashed a smile and his eyes seemed to linger for a doubtful moment but he shrugged and headed out to his van with you behind him.

Things went on like that for a few months. He’d pick up that you were somewhere else mentally here and there but life was just hiding how alone you truly felt. Slowly, you stopped going out as much, you started sleeping more and more; but you gave good reasons and no one really noticed. But today was different. Waking up felt like a curse, you begged whatever power was in the sky to let you fall back asleep forever. Breakfast was full of small arguments with your family so you decided to go for a walk, where you got yelled at by cyclists for hogging the path. Everything was piling up all day and you just wanted an escape.

Evening came and you found yourself at Eddie’s trailer. The key he gave you burned a hole in your pocket, Wayne and Eddie were gone..but you were there for something Eddie wouldn’t be happy about. Taking a deep breath you walked in and found Eddie’s special stash. There wasn’t much in it, he must have taken some for a drug run tonight. The pot was close but something else caught your eye. The pills. You didn’t know what pill did what, but you didn’t care. There was no doubt in your mind if you took a handful it would fix your problems permanently.

“One little princess dancing all alone. Where the darkness takes her, no one really knows. Falling so fast and falling all alone. One little princess can’t find her home…”

A soft hum left your lips as you prepared. Part of you wanted to write a note, but that felt cliché. Walking around Eddie’s room there was a pang of guilt. He would be so upset when you were gone, but he was strong. You took the guitar pick necklace he gave you for your birthday and set it on his bed. That was a note enough. Heading to the bathroom, you figured the floor of the shower would be the easiest clean up for Wayne when he found your body.

“Baby don’t ever touch this stuff. I’m sorry, it’s really good money but I don’t want you ever getting involved in it.”

Eddie’s warning replayed in the back of your mind. The first time you found the harder drugs. Before you became what you are now. Before…depression, anxiety, rage and everything. Hot tears flowed down your face as you forced the pills down your throat.

A moment. It was one pure moment of unadulterated bliss. Good God you wanted to live in that moment forever. Becoming and addict made a lot of sense to you now. As fast as the moment came, it left and then came the dread. The pain, and the feeling of rot settling into your soul. You screamed out but it was muted by the vomit trying to leave your body. You kept it in, knowing If you puked it would ruin your plan. Every muscle in your body began to seize. Your vision went black but the last thing you felt was a pair of arms wrap around you.

Cold water rocked your body as a haze settled over your brain. There was a muffled yelling noise, you couldn’t quite make it out yet. The feeling of fingers being shoved down your throat forced your stomach to churn. You tried to wiggle out of it but the pills came back up and washed down the drain with the rest of the contents of your stomach.

“Come on baby, one more. I need you to stay with me, you can’t leave me. Not like this. I need you, please come back to me.”

Eddie. He was saving your life. Regret and dread filled your soul as you allowed him to make you throw up one more time. There were soft sobs in the air, and until you took a deep breath; you didn’t realize it was you crying. The shower was drenching the both of you but Eddie was holding you close.

“I’m here. I’m right here. It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.”

He rocked you like that for a while. Eventually, he turned the shower off and picked you up; taking you to his room. You were in and out of sleep as he got you out of the wet clothes and put you into some of his dry ones.

“I’m sorry.”

You whispered as he laid next to you in his bed. Eddie pulled you closed and kissed your forehead.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just stay with me tonight.”

You could tell he was distraught but there was no energy left in you to comfort him. Sleep took you while his soft tears could be heard fading away in the background.

The next morning, well more like mid afternoon, you woke to soft guitar strumming. The movement of you waking halted Eddie’s playing and he was by your side immediately.

“Hey Y/N. How ya feeling babe?”

A soft groan made him smile softly and the memories of last night flooded your brain. Pulling the sheets over your head you apologized.

“I’m so so so sorry Eddie. I didn’t know what I was doing. I shouldn’t have put you-“

Eddie cut you off by pulling down the sheets and kissing you.

“Stop. I’m glad I was there to help you. You need to lean on me. I’m not going anywhere. You have to talk to me baby. I know you’re not doing well. I want to help. I love you, please don’t shut me out.”

Fresh tears sprung from your swollen eyes. You didn’t deserve this man.

“I…it’s just so hard. It’s so hard. I don’t want to be a burden!! You’re doing so well and I don’t want to bring you down.”

“You are never a burden to me. You will never be a burden to me. I will tell you that every god damn day if I have to. Y/N you were with me at my lowest, during the whole Chrissy thing and you stayed with me in the hospital when I was dying. You didn’t give up on me. You saved my life, you brought me back. Let me try to be there for you.”

You threw yourself into his arms as much as you could in the bed. Now the pair of you were crying but it felt a little less heavy for you. The weight of the world got a little lighter.

“I’ll try. It…it won’t be easy for me.”

“I just want you to try. That’s all I can ask you to do.”

He smiled softly.

“Okay.”

He spent the whole day making you laugh, smile and feel safe. You weren’t close to being cured, but you had taken a big step in recovery. Eddie was going to help you through this. You weren’t alone, and that was all that mattered right now.

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The end! Thanks for your patience!!

As always, constructive and nicely worded criticism is welcome!! I hope y’all liked it!!

[msookyspooky]

FUCK NO OKAY BUT YOU HAVE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME.

Canon convergent drabble in Terrible Trilogy of the reader asking Stu to help pierce her nipples. They're on a detour during the road trip and she sees a porno mag cover at a bar or something of a girl with it and was like dang okay that looks good I wanna try and she asked the pierce master himself.

Reader tries to convince herself she doesn't know what she's doing and she just wanted help, but in reality she sadistically just wants to see how far she can push Stu 👀

OOOHHHHHHH FUCK BET!!

Wordcount: 1,554

CisFem Reader x Stu Macher • S/M play • Piercings • Teasing

Don't pierce shit at home I'm not responsible for your dumb decisions

18+

 You and Stu had gone to a liquor store in that little town. Anywhere you thought Billy might be or you might get word of him. You saw it on the counter the cashier was looking at. Some beautiful blonde with a small chest and her nipples pierced on the center of the magazine. You stared and tilted your head as Stu tried to engage with the cashier and ask questions about any guys resembling Billy. 

"Greasy guy with the scar on his face? Maybe. Pussy claims he got it in the big house; I call horseshit. Couldn't even name anyone he knew in Quentin." 

You snapped yourself out of it to look up and nod. Stu put on his usual charm, easily navigating as you grabbed the alcohol you bought and left. 

Stu and you were walking back to the hotel. He grabbed the bag and peeked inside. "Everclear? Ddaaammmnnnn...You wanna get shmammered tonight or what?" 

"Maybe. Can we stop at that one little alternative shop we passed earlier?" 

He gave a confused smirk. "I mean sure but why?" 

"Just wanna look." 

You did. Stu stayed outside with the bag of liquor as you looked around. There they were, the rings taunting you. You bit your lip at the idea. You had wanted them for a while but you were too scared to get them...But the idea really took hold after seeing Stu with all his piercings. And all the places you imagined he was pierced but couldn't see...

You bit the bullet and bought them with a needle the owner told you could be used. 

You came out and Stu was already trying to peek in your bag with a grin as you hid it. "Hey, whaddya get?" 

"Just some stuff...We should probably get back to the hotel. I mean, we know he's here. How many guys have long cut on their right cheek AND match Billy's description." 

"Some guy in Quentin prison apparently." He snorted as you nudged him while walking.

You got to the hotel and scoffed as you saw a small amount of everclear gone from the top. "Did you seriously swig my booze?" 

He smiled as he closed the door. "Yeah." 

You sighed with a playful eye roll as he giggled to himself. Both your eyes landed on your bag but he grabbed it before you could. He opened it and scrunched his brows. 

You bit your lip with a shy smile as he picked up the barbell package. "Uh...I've always wanted them. And I'm too embarrassed to go to a shop...I want to do them myself but I'm scared I won't do it correctly. So um...I was wondering. Could you?" 

He blinked with his mouth open, a slight hint of a flush on his cheeks he'd blame the liquor on. "Well…" He smiled with a disbelieving chuckle. "Well damn, sure Sweetcheeks. Do you have everything for it?" 

"14 gauge needle, barbell, alcohol-" 

"Marker, lighter, cold compress?" He added. "It's gonna be swelled afterwards." He got the things he talked about except the cold pack. You didn't have any. "It's alright I'll swing by someplace later and get you one...Unless you want me to massage them...As a friend, I could to ease some pain-." 

"Stu." You warned even though you secretly was already wondering what his large hands felt like there. 

He raised his brows at you as you just stared at him. You blinked with a smirk. "Oh...Oh right." You grabbed the hem of your shirt. You felt a blush forming, never showing him anything more than some tummy here and there. You bit your lip and slowly took off your shirt before working on your bra. 

He watched the entire time. Barely blinking and eyes transfixed on you. "Damn…" His breath caught in his throat. You acted offended on purpose even though you felt butterflies in your stomach. He swallowed hard. "Sorry, can't blame a guy…" 

He snapped himself out of it. "Alright, wanna sit or stand?" 

"Uh, can I lay down? I know, I know; it could make the piercing uneven but I might need held down a bit. I'm scared of the pain." 

He tilted his head and raised his brows at you. But he nodded. "Lay on the bed." He ordered as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. 

You did what he told you. He came back and you felt a giddy excitement pool in your lower abdomen as he took a swig of everclear before putting some on a clean cloth. 

He got everything ready on the nightstand as he straddled you. You saw how he looked down at your chest rising and falling. Licking his lips as you felt his thighs on either side of you, pinning your arms to your body as he eased back to sit on your stomach. 

You flinched at the cold wetness hitting your nipples as he tweaked them a bit. You scowled at him and he smirked. "Gotta sanitize the area, babe." 

Your nipples were hard, the smell of alcohol wafting in your nose. You felt his thigh muscle against your arms as you bit your lip. Excitement and anxiety had you tingling. He took the marker and made tiny lines over your breast on either side of your areola. His hand on his pinky finger circled a sensitive spot on the tip of your nipple that made you gasp softly. You would be lying if you didn't feel yourself clench between your thighs.

You watched him while he held you down unable to move as he lit the needle with the lighter till it was red. He didn't touch it, letting it cool a moment before dipping it in the alcohol. 

He gave you a very serious look. A demanding tone to his voice you weren't used to. "You still wanna go through with it? Because once it's in, it's gotta come in or out but the holes gonna be there and it's gonna hurt." 

You swallowed and nodded as he gave you a lecherous smirk. "Atta girl." He mumbled as he tightened his thighs on you. You saw his adam's apple moving as you felt his entire groin on your stomach through his black cargo pants. The chains on his belt cool on your skin as they caressed you every time he moved. His weight on top of you had you wanting to squirm even if you couldn't move.

You breathed heavily, hyping yourself up as you felt him push through. It didn't hurt as much as you thought but the action startled you as you gasped loudly and bucked. He doubled down on you, his muscles in his inner thighs squeezing down. "Easy." He ordered, his voice huskier than usual.

You felt him twitch against your abdomen.

He pushed the sanitized barbell through and it hurt a little bit more than the needle. 

He grinned at you with a lifted brow. "Done...Fuck that's looks so….Good on you." He groaned out.

Your breath caught as you felt how hard he was getting. Your body was getting turned on too but your mind was absolute. 

"Sure you want the other one?" 

You nodded and licked your lips. He sanitized the other barbell and needle before pinching your nipple at the base to get it ready. 

That second one hurt.

You cried out as he held you down, tears forming in your eyes as he didn't let you move. You heard him groan in his throat as his cock twitched through his pants. A decent sized tent forming and laying right on your belly button. He smirked a moment at the noise you made before biting his lip while gazing down at you.

He shhed you as he pushed the barbell through. You whimpered as a stray tear fell from your cheek. To your shock, he wiped his thumb over the tear. You looked up at him to see his eyes were hooded and he was giving you a hungry stare. His inner sadist coming out and wanting to give you both pain and pleasure as much as he could. 

You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you down and pound into you while playing with your sore nipples. But your brain knew this test was important.

You had to force yourself to say it. "Stu?...I think I'll need that cold pack." You muttered, trying to snap him out of it as his erection was practically poking into you and his chest was rising and falling as much as yours. 

You waited as he clenched his jaw and got up. He went to the bathroom as you pretended you didn't feel the rock hard erection he had or the feral noises he made. He was in there longer than he should have been as you smirked to yourself. Teasing him, pushing buttons and playing stupid to see if you could 'trust him' or not...Yeah, that's what you told yourself.

A part of you was secretly pleased you could tease him that much and he showed that much restraint...Another part of you needed him to get out of here so you could get the cold pack and have your own extended 'bathroom break' with your new accessories. 

[caramelmillktea]

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒

Pairing(s) : Kaeya x reader

proofread : Yes/no

wordcount fic : 985 words

warnings : Kaeya being a tease

author's note : I love this man so much, its even canon that every mother want him to be their son in law abshsbhsjs. If this man stepped on me I would say sorry abshsbshh

                              masterlist     

"Can you get us a bottle of dandelion wine please?" Kaeya's smooth voice mixed with the soft music coming from the musicians that played live in the tavern. Diluc, who was standing behind the counter, nodded curtly and got out a bottle of wine with two wine glasses and placed it on the counter.

You and Kaeya took a seat in the barstools and started chatting. "Since you're not underaged anymore, you can finally drink one of the finest wine s to have ever exised." Kaeya smiled as he poured in your glass.

Today it was your birthday which meant you were not underaged anymore. When you arrived in Mondstadt you met Kaeya, one of the knights of favonius. He wanted to show you this tavern and have a drink with you but you politly declined and told him you were underaged.

"Aww... that's too bad, I wouldn't mind having a drink with a young lady as lovely as you." Kaeya pouted playfully. "Let me know when it is your birthday, I'll take you to the tavern then, my treat~." This suggestion made your heart swell a bit.

"Drink up Y/n" Kaeya's airy voice made you snap out of your train of thoughts. "O-oh right.." you grabbed your glass filled with wine. You moved your glass around in a circulair motion, the bordeaux liquide swirled in your glass as you inspected it. What you didn't see in your eye corner was Kaeya leaning his head on his propped up arm and looked amusted.

You took a little sip of the wine but quickly pulled back when your tongue came in contact with the wine. "It's so bitter!" You gushed. Kaeya chuckled and took a large sip of his wine.

"You don't have to drink it up y'know, I can get you something else if you want." Kaeya said as he poured wine in his glass for the second time. You kind of felt guilty. Kaeya choose you to hang out with on this hot summer evening, the charming knight chose you to be his companion. You didn't want to be a party pooper or something. It wasn't like you disliked the taste of the wine but you didn't imagine it to be bitter.

"No, thank you for the offer though..." you said as you took a sip of the wine. You scrunched up your nose a bit due to the bitter taste, whitch was a little less intense than the last time.

Time skip~

"Ehhh...." you hummed as you were slightly swaying left to right on the barstool. "You just had 3 glasses of wine and you're already wasted? How adorable~" Kaeya teased, a smirk blasted on his face.

"S-stop...*hic*..." A bright red blush spread on your face, you didn't know if it was Kaeya's fault for teasing you too much or that it is the wine that made you blush this deep. Suddently you got a boost of confidence. An idea came to mind.

"Hehe... hey kaeya~" you sang his name.

"Hmm?"

"Did it hurt?"

"What? When I fell from heaven?" Kaeya chuckled.

"...Dang it...you could've at least played along with my pick-up line" you pouted as you got some more wine.

"Y'know... you should try a little harder" Kaeya smirked “And come up with an... original one”.

"Oh?~" you smiled "why don't you teach me then?"

"Oh well I'm not much of an expert at flirting myself."

"...Says the person who can make anyone melt by just using their words..." you took a sip of your wine. Your blush deepens as you swirled your glass a bit.

This didn't go unnoticed by kaeya.

"Would you like to go outside? you look like you need to cool off a bit." Kaeya suggested.

"T-that is a wonderfull idea" you stood up. You felt like you had two left feet. You took a step forward to only fall over. Before you collided with the ground, two gloved hands catched you just in time. "You are getting cuter by the second" Kaeya chuckled.

Kaeya helped you get up and put one of his hands on the small of your back as he guided you to the exit. The coldness of his hand seeped through your clothing making you yelp. "Sorry~" Kaeya sang, not sounding sorry at all.

Kaeya opened the door. The summer evening air filling your senses. More than thousand little diamonds filled the dark sky. You walked off the little staircase almost causing you to trip. Kaeya chuckled.

You both were now at the end of the stairs. You heard the gentle wind of Mondstadt brushing through your hair. You could still hear the music inside the tavern from here. You took off your little heels and held them in one hand by the back.

"I hope you had a nice evening because I surely did" Kaeya's voice echoed through the night of Mondstadt.

"I-I did thanks to you, way to end my birthday... *hic*" you smiled.

Kaeya stopped walking as he heard one of his favorite songs coming from the tavern.

"... hey Y/n"

"Hmm?"

"Would you care to dance?" You turned around to see kaeya bowing slightly with his hand out to you."

"...B-but I can't dance..." you looked away a bit flustered.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. I can't really teach you how to flirt but I can definitly teach you how to dance~" Kaeya reached is two hands out for you to grab

You took your hand in his.

"Just follow my lead."

"O-ok"

you two danced the night away until the music stopped. Giggles and flattering words filled the air as the two of you swayed your way through the empty streets of Mondstadt.

Kaeya dips you. You look at kaeya's beautiful eye as he looked into yours. He then leaned in to kiss you. Your blush deepens.

After that the two of you continued to dance the night away.