#How To Increase Your Height As A Kid

[rafeslvbug]

introducing…pediatrician!rafe

back to basics!! (physical)

height: 6”3 at minimum, the type of height where he can be assertive if needed with other doctors, or appear gentle to patients if he kneels down. some of the boys he has as patients, always say they aspire to be like “doctor cameron” and the dads are always envious of his height, as men are.

age: early 30s. had to do years of training && education. considerably young in his respective field, but widely praised for his efficiency and ability.

build: works out daily. believes in keeping peak physical fitness to take care of his patients. scrubs fir too tightly over his muscles. could be prone to ripping. mothers often find themselves staring a bit too long at their kid’s doctor.

looks!! (specific)

arms: consistent with any !rafe au, he’s got massive arms. but this is because

- a: to carry patients if need be (though he works with children) - you never know when emergencies might come up,

- b: he finds that having bigger arms is more comforting for little children when he has to hold them

- c: has to handle hospital equipment that might be heavy, and he’s a gentleman so he’s always helping people carry equipment if he’s not busy.

pager && watch: his pager is forever on him, not that he has no life outside of work, just that he cares so much about his patients. he won’t hesitate to cancel a day off for the sake of his patients. his watch is of course because of how much rafe is invested in his fitness and health. needs it to track his workouts and steps etc. or he also likes how convenient it is, to access emails or messages etc.

personality

patient: eternally patient. during arguments. meltdowns. when the baby’s been crying all night. all calm words and gentle movements. never yells. controls his anger and doesn’t make huge outbursts. even when stressed (unless it reaches an extremely bad point - this is rare)

multi-tasking: can put the baby to sleep in one arm and type up an article/report with the other hand while in bed. listens to research podcasts while cooking dinner so he doesn’t have to find time to do it later. efficiency is key. his job is already time consuming, and he wants to make sure he has as much free time as possible.

attentive: rafe’s busy. he’s always working overtime or being called away because of an unexpected patient issue. but when he’s at home with you? his pager isn’t off..but it’s not on his person all the time. he’s able to maintain work-life balance and he’ll listen to everything you have to say about your day. he loves your daughter to bits, and frequently says she’s his, always checking up on her and making sure she’s healthy (as doctors habitually do)

job

specialist position: neonatologist - someone who mainly looks after premature babies’ development and intensive care for infants.

salary: $350,000+ (excluding bonuses and potential to increase)

reputation: young, but well respected. considered one of the best in his field in the hospital. always gets compliments from patients, and dedicated to his work.

likes

stress-free days without overtime. he lives for any ounce of free time, no matter how satisfied his job makes him. likes to be home, likes having time go on hikes or play with your baby.

getting called your baby’s father. he loves it when he gets to say he’s the dad, or when you call him the dad. even if he’s not biologically her dad, he’s the only one who’s been present. adopts her relatively quick.

picking your daughter up from daycare. loves the way her face lights up when she sees him, how she’ll run as fast as her little legs can take her and getting to scoop her up into the car.

when you come to him for help. whether it’s with your daughter or anything tbf. he loves helping, loves being the person you rely on.

dislikes

when you go to a different doctor for help with your daughter. if anything starts arguments it’s that. he wants to be the one to look after her, because it’s all he’s done since she was born. he thinks of himself as her father, and wants you to too. a father looks after his daughter.

patients who bring in their children for dumb reasons. a common cold? wasting his time because they act like they’ve never had a cold before. children in his care are in critical condition, not basic colds, and these people are usually insufferable because they force themselves to the top of his list of priorities.

your ex. never even met him, never even seen him. hates him. loves that he left in a way, because it means he could be in your life, but hates the man for what he put you through.

pet names

he gives you: baby, sweetheart, babygirl, honey, busy lady

you give him: doc, handsome, honey, baby, darling

what he’ll call your daughter: sweetie, pumpkin, little lady,

[jakeswifeyyy]

Jungwon smut pls:)

OK guys hear me out I can't be the only one heavy on the jungwon x making out agenda like this man is just so good at it.

Pairings:Bf! jungwon x Gf! reader.

Warnings:Making out,cunnilingus,cum eating,use of aphrodisiac chocolates,like if I forgot anything.

Bf!Jungwon,who both of you were a very shy couple,furthest point of intimacy attained was kissing,never any tongue involved,not than any was inexperienced and He did watch some porn videos for research purposes wanting to make his girl feel good.

Bf!Jungwon who heard about some aphrodisiac chocolates online and bought them not letting you know what it was as he gave it to you,because he knew both of you wanted to progress further in intimacy but both too shy,feeling bad he decided to sit down with you and tell you about it to which you happily agreed.

Bf!Jungwon,who was now staring straight into you,gaze dark with lust as you shyed away from his gaze but no he wasn't having it,beckoning you to move closer before crashing his lips onto yours ,he was always a gentleman this time manners being kicked out the door but you loved him this way.

Bf!Jungwon whom you were now sitting on his lap ,20 minutes later as the effects of the chocolate,aggressively making out,sloppy messy kisses,but neither caring just wanting to feel more of the other up,taking off his glasses,he looked so hot in that moment as he was a complete 180 degree flip of his usual self,groping your ass and tits occasionally.

Bf!Jungwon,who carried you to the bed stripping you both off of your clothing as you traced your hands all over his muscular chest,holding your hand,both your confidence boosted a hundred times more,he guided it to his clothed hard in grinding against your hand as he bit his lip moaning at the contact while you stared up at him innocently.

Bf!Jungwon who takes his time to taste every inch of your skin making sure to mark you,to remind all those boys who drooled like puppies after you,you were taken.

Bf!Jungwon who loves hearing your pretty moans as he ate you out and you bucked up into his face ,using his head as leverage to guide him,using him but he wasn't complaining,he infact loved that.

Bf!Jungwon who told you to take off his briefs,audibly gasping at his size as he smirked,he had a lengthy veiny cock and he knew it and new just how to use It.

Bf!Jungwon who has you screaming his name out for the neighbours to know,both of you not in your right minds to give a fuck at the moment,they saw you as the quiet innocent kids,how would they know.

Bf!Jungwon who starts rubbing your clit in fast circles when you tell him you're close,as he pounds into you,deep,slow strokes,grinding against you causing friction on your clit with every time he bottomed out as you shamelessly groaned your name.

Bf!Jungwon who keeps making you cum nearly 5 more times that night ,the chocolate increasing boh your sex drives to heights not known by both of you,but as they say you live and you learn.

Bf!Jungwon who goes down on you again wanting to taste your cum mixed together with his ,shamelessly lapping at your cunt,your entrance slowly leaking both your cum as he greedily gulped it all down before coming back up to kiss you because you begged for a taste too,scooping it up with 2 fingers before shoving it in your mouth,watching you suck on his fingers containing himself not to fuck you again ,make you cum for the 6th time.

Bf!Jungwon who is big on aftercare getting a wet towel and cleaning up your mess from between your legs and changing the now soaked sheets,before getting you in his t-shirt as he cleaned up and wore some sweatpants cuddling in with you as you lazily made out.

Bf!Jungwon who was shy again the next morning back to his usual self as you teased him.

[timkontheunsure]

Queer secondary adolescence and Stolas

(I keep forgetting to put this up here)

Ok, so Stolas being teen dad is one of the reasons I get annoyed when people say he's too horny with Blitz. Or that his relationship is too dramatic and teenager-y.

He's a queer guy who never got to be a teenager, didn't get to have a first boyfriend, or explore who he was. Or do any of the normal stuff most straight teenagers get to do.

His family stuffed him in the closet, forced him to have child, and gave him an abusive wife as jailer.

(He around 36, with a 17 year old daughter. 36−17=19 when Octavia was born. Likely married at 18).

He's got some chatting up to do.

Up till now his whole life's been about Via, and mitigating Stella's abuse to hid it from Via.

That's left him barely hanging on, taking an increasing amount of antidepressants; and singing lullabies about not being sure he'll make it till Via's grown up.... 🙁

There's this thing called second adolescence that alot of queer people experience, when they come out later in life.

It happens when they're weren't allowed to do normal teenage things at the right age. So things like having crushes, go on first dates, have extremely anxious dramatic relationships. As well just be a normal horny teenager.

Stolas got to do none of that. So he's doing it now.

He's also pretty obviously an autistic guy (separate post ), who didn't get well socialized as a child.

Blitz appears to have been his first and only really friend.

Stolas is not great at social cues. (He's so happy to be able to help with his special interest, but does realise his tone is upsetting Ozzie).

Even with Via he struggles to understand her. She needs to tell her dad flat out what she needs.

When she tries to be subtle, and snark he assumes it's just her being a moody teen. And that she'll enjoy loo loo land when she loosen up a bit.

Because of this lack Stolas mostly fills in gaps in his social experience with masking.

Such copying Gabriel hairstyle from helluva novella to get ready for his first ever date.

Following Blitz's lead of what to do in an uncomfortable situation.

And trying to match the energy of how Blitz first came on to him.

(He's definitely getting better at it from Blitz reaction).

There's also an idea in CBT called reparenting your inner child. Which about giving yourself some the support, and experiences you missed out on because of abuse.

Stolas needs to go through his secondary adolescence as part of his recovery from his abuse.

So let Stolas be a little horny weirdo. 😛

PS this one will brake you heart. Stolas is standing fully in both these pictures.

You can see how much he's grown by her light switch.

Kid hasn't even reached his full adult height yet when he had to have a kid.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

AI’s productivity theater

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

When I took my kid to New Zealand with me on a book-tour, I was delighted to learn that grocery stores had special aisles where all the kids'-eye-level candy had been removed, to minimize nagging. What a great idea!

Related: countries around the world limit advertising to children, for two reasons:

1) Kids may not be stupid, but they are inexperienced, and that makes them gullible; and

2) Kids don't have money of their own, so their path to getting the stuff they see in ads is nagging their parents, which creates a natural constituency to support limits on kids' advertising (nagged parents).

There's something especially annoying about ads targeted at getting credulous people to coerce or torment other people on behalf of the advertiser. For example, AI companies spent millions targeting your boss in an effort to convince them that you can be replaced with a chatbot that absolutely, positively cannot do your job.

Your boss has no idea what your job entails, and is (not so) secretly convinced that you're a featherbedding parasite who only shows up for work because you fear the breadline, and not because your job is a) challenging, or b) rewarding:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/19/make-them-afraid/#fear-is-their-mind-killer

That makes them prime marks for chatbot-peddling AI pitchmen. Your boss would love to fire you and replace you with a chatbot. Chatbots don't unionize, they don't backtalk about stupid orders, and they don't experience any inconvenient moral injury when ordered to enshittify the product:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

Bosses are Bizarro-world Marxists. Like Marxists, your boss's worldview is organized around the principle that every dollar you take home in wages is a dollar that isn't available for executive bonuses, stock buybacks or dividends. That's why you boss is insatiably horny for firing you and replacing you with software. Software is cheaper, and it doesn't advocate for higher wages.

That makes your boss such an easy mark for AI pitchmen, which explains the vast gap between the valuation of AI companies and the utility of AI to the customers that buy those companies' products. As an investor, buying shares in AI might represent a bet the usefulness of AI – but for many of those investors, backing an AI company is actually a bet on your boss's credulity and contempt for you and your job.

But bosses' resemblance to toddlers doesn't end with their credulity. A toddler's path to getting that eye-height candy-bar goes through their exhausted parents. Your boss's path to realizing the productivity gains promised by an AI salesman runs through you.

A new research report from the Upwork Research Institute offers a look into the bizarre situation unfolding in workplaces where bosses have been conned into buying AI and now face the challenge of getting it to work as advertised:

https://www.upwork.com/research/ai-enhanced-work-models

The headline findings tell the whole story:

96% of bosses expect that AI will make their workers more productive;

85% of companies are either requiring or strongly encouraging workers to use AI;

49% of workers have no idea how AI is supposed to increase their productivity;

77% of workers say using AI decreases their productivity.

Working at an AI-equipped workplaces is like being the parent of a furious toddler who has bought a million Sea Monkey farms off the back page of a comic book, and is now destroying your life with demands that you figure out how to get the brine shrimp he ordered from a notorious Holocaust denier to wear little crowns like they do in the ad:

https://www.splcenter.org/fighting-hate/intelligence-report/2004/hitler-and-sea-monkeys

Bosses spend a lot of time thinking about your productivity. The "productivity paradox" shows a rapid, persistent decline in American worker productivity, starting in the 1970s and continuing to this day:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Productivity_paradox

The "paradox" refers to the growth of IT, which is sold as a productivity-increasing miracle. There are many theories to explain this paradox. One especially good theory came from the late David Graeber (rest in power), in his 2012 essay, "Of Flying Cars and the Declining Rate of Profit":

https://thebaffler.com/salvos/of-flying-cars-and-the-declining-rate-of-profit

Graeber proposes that the growth of IT was part of a wider shift in research approaches. Research was once dominated by weirdos (e.g. Jack Parsons, Oppenheimer, etc) who operated with relatively little red tape. The rise of IT coincides with the rise of "managerialism," the McKinseyoid drive to monitor, quantify and – above all – discipline the workforce. IT made it easier to generate these records, which also made it normal to expect these records.

Before long, every employee – including the "creatives" whose ideas were credited with the productivity gains of the American century until the 70s – was spending a huge amount of time (sometimes the majority of their working days) filling in forms, documenting their work, and generally producing a legible account of their day's work. All this data gave rise to a ballooning class of managers, who colonized every kind of institution – not just corporations, but also universities and government agencies, which were structured to resemble corporations (down to referring to voters or students as "customers").

Even if you think all that record-keeping might be useful, there's no denying that the more time you spend documenting your work, the less time you have to do your work. The solution to this was inevitably more IT, sold as a way to make the record-keeping easier. But adding IT to a bureaucracy is like adding lanes to a highway: the easier it is to demand fine-grained record-keeping, the more record-keeping will be demanded of you.

But that's not all that IT did for the workplace. There are a couple areas in which IT absolutely increased the profitability of the companies that invested in it.

First, IT allowed corporations to outsource production to low-waged countries in the global south, usually places with worse labor protection, weaker environmental laws, and easily bribed regulators. It's really hard to produce things in factories thousands of miles away, or to oversee remote workers in another country. But IT makes it possible to annihilate distance, time zone gaps, and language barriers. Corporations that figured out how to use IT to fire workers at home and exploit workers and despoil the environment in distant lands thrived. Executives who oversaw these projects rose through the ranks. For example, Tim Cook became the CEO of Apple thanks to his successes in moving production out of the USA and into China.

https://archive.is/M17qq

Outsourcing provided a sugar high that compensated for declining productivity…for a while. But eventually, all the gains to be had from outsourcing were realized, and companies needed a new source of cheap gains. That's where "bossware" came in: the automation of workforce monitoring and discipline. Bossware made it possible to monitor workers at the finest-grained levels, measuring everything from keystrokes to eyeball movements.

What's more, the declining power of the American worker – a nice bonus of the project to fire huge numbers of workers and ship their jobs overseas, which made the remainder terrified of losing their jobs and thus willing to eat a rasher of shit and ask for seconds – meant that bossware could be used to tie wages to metrics. It's not just gig workers who don't score consistent five star ratings from app users whose pay gets docked – it's also creative workers whose Youtube and Tiktok wages are cut for violating rules that they aren't allowed to know, because that might help them break the rules without being detected and punished:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/13/solidarity-forever/#tech-unions

Bossware dominates workplaces from public schools to hospitals, restaurants to call centers, and extends to your home and car, if you're working from home (AKA "living at work") or driving for Uber or Amazon:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/02/chickenized-by-arise/#arise

In providing a pretense for stealing wages, IT can increase profits, even as it reduces productivity:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/11/robots-stole-my-jerb/#computer-says-no

One way to think about how this works is through the automation-theory metaphor of a "centaur" and a "reverse centaur." In automation circles, a "centaur" is someone who is assisted by an automation tool – for example, when your boss uses AI to monitor your eyeballs in order to find excuses to steal your wages, they are a centaur, a human head atop a machine body that does all the hard work, far in excess of any human's capacity.

A "reverse centaur" is a worker who acts as an assistant to an automation system. The worker who is ridden by an AI that monitors their eyeballs, bathroom breaks, and keystrokes is a reverse centaur, being used (and eventually, used up) by a machine to perform the tasks that the machine can't perform unassisted:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men

But there's only so much work you can squeeze out of a human in this fashion before they are ruined for the job. Amazon's internal research reveals that the company has calculated that it ruins workers so quickly that it is in danger of using up every able-bodied worker in America:

https://www.vox.com/recode/23170900/leaked-amazon-memo-warehouses-hiring-shortage

Which explains the other major findings from the Upwork study:

81% of bosses have increased the demands they make on their workers over the past year; and

71% of workers are "burned out."

Bosses' answer to "AI making workers feel burned out" is the same as "IT-driven form-filling makes workers unproductive" – do more of the same, but go harder. Cisco has a new product that tries to detect when workers are about to snap after absorbing abuse from furious customers and then gives them a "Zen" moment in which they are showed a "soothing" photo of their family:

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/ai-bringing-zen-first-horizons-192010166.html

This is just the latest in a series of increasingly sweaty and cruel "workplace wellness" technologies that spy on workers and try to help them "manage their stress," all of which have the (totally predictable) effect of increasing workplace stress:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/15/wellness-taylorism/#sick-of-spying

The only person who wouldn't predict that being closely monitored by an AI that snitches on you to your boss would increase your stress levels is your boss. Unfortunately for you, AI pitchmen know this, too, and they're more than happy to sell your boss the reverse-centaur automation tool that makes you want to die, and then sell your boss another automation tool that is supposed to restore your will to live.

The "productivity paradox" is being resolved before our eyes. American per-worker productivity fell because it was more profitable to ship American jobs to regulatory free-fire zones and exploit the resulting precarity to abuse the workers left onshore. Workers who resented this arrangement were condemned for having a shitty "work ethic" – even as the number of hours worked by the average US worker rose by 13% between 1976 and 2016:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/11/robots-stole-my-jerb/#computer-says-no

AI is just a successor gimmick at the terminal end of 40 years of increasing profits by taking them out of workers' hides rather than improving efficiency. That arrangement didn't come out of nowhere: it was a direct result of a Reagan-era theory of corporate power called "consumer welfare." Under the "consumer welfare" approach to antitrust, monopolies were encouraged, provided that they used their market power to lower wages and screw suppliers, while lowering costs to consumers.

"Consumer welfare" supposed that we could somehow separate our identities as "workers" from our identities as "shoppers" – that our stagnating wages and worsening conditions ceased mattering to us when we clocked out at 5PM (or, you know, 9PM) and bought a $0.99 Meal Deal at McDonald's whose low, low price was only possible because it was cooked by someone sleeping in their car and collecting food-stamps.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/article/2024/jul/20/disneyland-workers-anaheim-california-authorize-strike

But we're reaching the end of the road for consumer welfare. Sure, your toddler-boss can be tricked into buying AI and firing half of your co-workers and demanding that the remainder use AI to do their jobs. But if AI can't do their jobs (it can't), no amount of demanding that you figure out how to make the Sea Monkeys act like they did in the comic-book ad is doing to make that work.

As screwing workers and suppliers produces fewer and fewer gains, companies are increasingly turning on their customers. It's not just that you're getting worse service from chatbots or the humans who are reverse-centaured into their workflow. You're also paying more for that, as algorithmic surveillance pricing uses automation to gouge you on prices in realtime:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/24/gouging-the-all-seeing-eye/#i-spy

This is – in the memorable phrase of David Dayen and Lindsay Owens, the "age of recoupment," in which companies end their practice of splitting the gains from suppressing labor with their customers:

https://prospect.org/economy/2024-06-03-age-of-recoupment/

It's a bet that the tolerance for monopolies made these companies too big to fail, and that means they're too big to jail, so they can cheat their customers as well as their workers.

AI may be a bet that your boss can be suckered into buying a chatbot that can't do your job, but investors are souring on that bet. Goldman Sachs, who once trumpeted AI as a multi-trillion dollar sector with unlimited growth, is now publishing reports describing how companies who buy AI can't figure out what to do with it:

https://www.goldmansachs.com/intelligence/pages/gs-research/gen-ai-too-much-spend-too-little-benefit/report.pdf

Fine, investment banks are supposed to be a little conservative. But VCs? They're the ones with all the appetite for risk, right? Well, maybe so, but Sequoia Capital, a top-tier Silicon Valley VC, is also publicly questioning whether anyone will make AI investments pay off:

https://www.sequoiacap.com/article/ais-600b-question/

I can't tell you how great it was to take my kid down a grocery checkout aisle from which all the eye-level candy had been removed. Alas, I can't figure out how we keep the nation's executive toddlers from being dazzled by shiny AI pitches that leave us stuck with the consequences of their impulse purchases.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/25/accountability-sinks/#work-harder-not-smarter

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[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ROBLOX NOOB! READER

prompt: your best friend John Doe hacked you into a universe where hell is much different in your mind

“OOF-” you said as you press the buttons on your ps5. A portal opens as blocky person with yellow skin exits out of the portal looking at you. “JD!” You said with a “:P” face. “noob…you get to get out the house more…” John Doe said with a static voice as he picked up your bloxy body and thrown you into a portal as you kept smiling

“:) yay I’m falling.” You said out loud as you felt yourself fall in the air. You fell but landed on your feet like always. You look around to see that it smell like must, ass, and most importantly fire. You walked around just smiling as demons and sinners looked as if you were some weirdo…..

You came across the hotel and applied for a job to be the schedule manager. You got a red outfit to match vaggie and Charlie as you grab a flat board and started to write who gets to do what.

Noob! Reader is the type to pull out a cannon out of fucking no where and fuck someone’s life up🦆(a/n: pinkie pie type shit)

I can see Alastor watching you do a r6 dance as he just looked at you weirdly with a strained smile. You literally said out loud “/E DANCE!” And started to dance 😭

Lucifer got scared because he accidentally let you dove off a roof…but you respawned with a blue force field around you making Lucifer think you were an angel.

You love the egg boiz as they love you too! You do color sheets with them as Pentious brings you guys some cookies like a mom💗

You had onetime pulled a chainsaw out because husk said he needed to get a haircut on his fur. You literally pullled it out of no while husk jolted looking at your crazed face as you reved it up.

“You said you needed a hair cut!!” “I SAID HAIR CUT! NOT END MY LIFE YOU FUCKER!” Husk yells back as you chase him smiling like “:D” with the chainsaw. It was giving scooby doo as you kept chasing him.

Lucifer would be weirded out with Noob as noob just sticks their tongue out like the :P face while Lucifer pokes you curious about your game like box body.

I imagine noob! Reader showing Charlie a picture of bacon hair boy who is doing orange justice in the back. “Oh is that your friend?” Charlie says with a nervous smile at how your friend’s hair literally looks like bacon or is. You nodded excitedly as you wave your phone happily at bacon hair boy.

You blasted “it’s raining tacos” outside of the Vee’s tower when learning your friends had opps in there. So you wanted to annoy them.

This lasted for 2 days until vaggie had found you and took you home as you screamed out the song LOUD AND PROUD

I can imagine Lucifer making you a duck hat that says “don’t duck with me!” It’s so cute 🦆

I headcannon noob!reader to be the most dangerous being in hell as they literally been to every other gun and fighting game of the roblox universe.

NOOB SOLOS‼️‼️🔥

You know those badass Roblox games with those cool combat moves? That’s what you use. 🤨

You grabbed a sinner’s face and run dragging their body in the ground with a smile. You lifted your arm and swing them around as they flew to who knows where as the crew behind you had an either shocked or entertained face.

One time Charlie and you were shopping in a mall and you peaked over the boarder to keep people from falling. “I wonder if I can die from this height.” “NOOB NO-” that’s when you had to get a kid leash on you anytime you go out with the staff.

It was a nice day as Angel was throwing knives to increase his skills. You walked by him curiously grabbing two knives and throwing them at the same time. Making it hit the bullseye as Angel looked at you shock.

“Whoa kid, how did you learn to do that?” Angel asked pulling out the knives you made in the bullseye. “I was murder once!” You said with a happy smile as you walked away. Angel dust has the most confused face ever(picture below)

I headcannon noob!reader to be like Kirby. So like noob pulls out a knife to be murder, and then they could pull out a gun as Sheriff✨🦆

“Pew pew pew” you said as you stood on the balcony of the hotel as you shot at random sinners. Alastor appeared behind you confused but laughs at the misery of the sinner running when a missed shot almost killed them.

One time Angel gave you a Tommy gun not suspecting you know how to use it….you literally started to blast sinners away-

You SHOT AN OLD LADY ALSO😨

yeah Angel never gave you his Tommy gun ever again.

As you stayed in hell, you didn’t know that you would be spied on by the angels as Adam laughs at how chaotic and naive you are.

You’re so use to bullshit in Roblox you just stand there like “🧍🏾” as shit goes on. Literally when Charlie was panicking when the extermination was due in 6 months

During a uno game you ate a card as husk was trying to win but forfeited in anger as you screamed out uno. Leaving the missing card out of your mouth….it got quiet so quick as husk chased after you.

Niffty finds you amazing as you both have crazed tendencies. You both literally cause made chaos around places 🤭

YOU USE YOUR ADOPT ME SCAMMING SKILLS TO SCAM PEOPLE 😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS

The overlords are confused when they see Lucifer bring you to a meeting for once. You just sat there eating a taco. “Ello.” You said waving your blocky arm at them.

When watching the horror movies with the crew, you don’t react at all with Alastor as you been in lots of horror games with that one guy named Guest…you miss home and him.

I headcannon that you once accidentally summoned John Doe because you sneezed and he literally stood there as you hugged him. The rest of the crew was confused thinking he was your brother.

[jsooly]

idk why but i feel like reader was SO happy when tuk was born simply because someone was shorter than her

get my girl on stilts

ur so right anon 🙂‍↕️ this is so silly LMAO wait—

human!reader x sibling!sullys

the seven years before tuk came along, you swore you developed chronic neck pain from looking up at everyone all the time. jake was two inches shy of 9ft, neytiri following close behind, and even lo'ak, the youngest, was comfortably over 7ft.

it got to a point where you just didn't bother to look them in the eye anymore. not when they stood, anyway. sometime along the line, the kids started to crouch when they were around you. it started subtly. bending at the waist to match your eight. and you didn't think anything when they squatted around you—they did that all the time.

it was their rapid growth stage. they shot up from below you to being just over you, and suddenly they were acting as if they were as gigantic as your parents.

it clicked in your brain when you were out and about, taking a stroll through the forest and supervising your troublesome brothers and sister. you paused, propping your foot atop a rock to adjust the wraps around your feet.

they circled around you, bending at the knees in a squat while chatting among themselves. you paused, giving them suspicious looks before you began walking once more.

you stopped near a tree, shielding your eyes from the sun to get a better view of the foliage above. you remembered that you were low on fruits back home and—

you turned when you felt breathing over your shoulder. lo'ak was right behind you, neteyam and kiri just behind. they were low to the ground, a pattern you were just becoming aware of.

"...what are you doing." you said flatly.

"do you need a lift?" lo'ak offered his arms, nodding up to the tree as if it were a perfectly reasonable offer.

you scrunched your face, offense souring your expression like a lemon. "you're kidding me."

"i mean, it's a pretty tall tree." he mumbled, shrugging unconvincingly.

you let out a slow breath, flicking your gaze past him to neteyam and kiri. "and what about you?"

"we're standing here with you?" neteyam answered with a quizzical tone, thinking the answer was obvious.

"you're not standing. you duck down every time i stop walking. this better not be a prank."

"how else will you hear what we say from way up here?" lo'ak retorted, rising to his full height again.

you gave him an incredulous look, taking a pause in the conversation that set off danger bells in your siblings' heads.

"...because you have so much height on me." you said sarcastically.

the intent of your words flew over lo'aks head, missing the sarcasm completely. he smiled proudly, puffing out his chest. "yeah. yeah, i do."

"lo'ak, you're barely a foot taller than i am. i fear you are the last person that should be talking."

his ears shot up at the jab, pointing an accusatory finger in your face. "hey! i grew over the summer—"

"wanna go shoulder to shoulder?" you shot back.

his mouth hung open, his brain processing his response. he pulled back his finger. "no." he said slowly.

"don't stoop anymore," you instructed the obvious to them. when they all squatted around you, they looked like kids cornering a pet. "my ears work just fine." you glared at lo'ak.

"good, cuz that was getting tiring." kiri sighed when she finally pushed herself upright, her legs burning from the unintentional workout. neteyam stood up as well, stretching his arms over his head.

"unbelievable." you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you continued your trek through the forest.

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all of this to say that you were really happy when tuk was born. she had at least a decade before she surpassed you and you intended to treasure every second of it.

you were more than happy to rub it in the other kids' faces when they suddenly complained that you spent an increasing amount of time with the newest addition to the family.

"it's not gonna last long." lo'ak grumbled beside you. you pushed him away playfully. wait until he finds out about the stilts humans regularly use.

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2XL — OP81 [ part 1 ]

Summary: You are a young artist who gained a lot of popularity at the ripped age of 14 due to your talent and unusual style. Your body is considered "voluminous" so, in public, you only use 2XL clothing, to protect yourself from people on the internet and feel more comfortable while performing. You have managed to keep your personal life outside the spotlight but when Oscar finally made it to the glamorous lifestyle of motorsports, everything changed.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

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Fic warning: best friends to lovers, kind of slow burn, slut shaming, weird people on the internet, people commenting about a minor's body, sexism, rape comments, rape "jokes", reader battles with her self-esteem, self-image, and self-love, Oscar is obsessed with his girlfriend and her body (not in a creepy way) and is not afraid of showing it, Oscar is not afraid of defending reader and dragging people though the mud.

Faceclaim: Billie Eilish

Note: Oscar is a year older than the reader. SMAU mixed with narrative. Reader doesn't have that much access to social media right now as they are mostly controlled by their management.

You were in shock, appalled, shaking in your boots. No, that wasn't enough to describe the excitement you felt when you saw the success your debut song was having. It had gone viral on the Soundcloud platform, and your followers were increasing rapidly, it honestly felt like a dream.

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ynusername Thank you so much for all the support and love you guys have shown to my debut song and EP. I am still in shock and shaking. I can't wait to see what comes next 🩵

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fanusername you deserve all the love, the songs are beautiful

→ ynusername Thank you so much for the support, it is a dream come true 🩵

oscarpiastri beautiful and talented, you deserve it! ☁︎🩵

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username this girl is going to be a fucking star

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username245 ocean eyes makes me cry so much 😭

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oscarpiastri I can't even begin to express how proud I am of you. You are such a talented artist and seeing how you are achieving all of your dreams makes me so excited. And…happy birthday! I don't care how famous you get, i’ll always remember how you almost die because you couldn't stop eating grapes.

Please don't forget me when you are famous, I can't live without your pancakes and you always REFUSE to share the recipe 😔

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ynusername and i’ll NEVER give you my pancakes recipe ☺️🙂‍↔️

→ oscarpiastri boooh, u are just mean and for what😣

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ynusername This pookie just won his first championship in motorsports and I'm still scared to cross the street alone, wtf. Anyways, CONGRATULATIONS!! I don't need to read your horoscope to know that you have a great and bright future ahead of you ❤️@ oscarpiastri

P.S. I understand that winning a championship is a bit of a big deal, but I'm not going to give you my pancake recipe. I don't care how pretty your eyes are 🙄

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fan1 wait, are they a couple?

→ fanuser3 No, as far we know, they have only been best friends since kids

randomuser oscar had an amazing season, I can't wait to see him in f1

fanuser2 Is Yn that tiny or is Oscar a giant? 😭

→ fan1 I know, their height difference is so cute 😔

→ fan3 both answers are correct 😂 but she's 5’1 so I would say that is not that hard to tower over her

Oscarpiastri if you give me the recipe, I will teach you how to cross the street without dying 😃

→ ynusername no❤️

→ oscarpiastri oh COME ON

→ oscarpiastri then, can you come and prepare me some? I pledge not to peek

→ ynusername that I can do

Oscar turned off the screen of his phone when he saw that you had returned from the bathroom, since he had taken advantage of those minutes that you were away from the table to respond to that disgusting comment on Twitter. There were times when he hated social networks, and because he was not a fan and did not find the logic in arguing with a stranger on Twitter, he could not avoid the anger that began to feel when he saw that comment from someone who claimed to be his fan. It wasn't the first time, and unfortunately it wouldn't be the last, that your fashion style was the center of conversation, and not in a good way.

“So, are we done here then? Nobody wants to order anything else?” asked his team leader. All the team members shook their heads and after the bill was paid, everyone started to get into the cars that were already waiting outside to take them to the bar they had reserved for the rest of the night. It wasn’t just that they had won the championship but now Oscar was officially of age, so it was also a reason to celebrate (although he wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol yet, but it seems that detail wasn’t that important to his team).

“Let’s go to McDonald’s for our monthly greasy burger” Oscar told you as you walked out of the restaurant. Your arms were intertwined, and your head was resting on his chest as the two of you slowly made your way to the exit. You couldn’t help but feel a warm flush running through your body. You felt so comfortable and safe.

''Even though I wouldn't want to break our tradition, you should go with your team to celebrate. I'm sure they made you a cake or something like that.'' Since you were both 12 years old, on the last Friday of every month you would go somewhere to eat sweets, junk food or things that you couldn't eat on a daily basis and, for both of you, it was almost a sacred day where you could be yourself, spend time together and just eat, talk or relax.

"Maybe you're right but honestly I'd rather spend time with you."

''I'd love to accompany you but I'm not 18 yet''

''Ohh right, you're still a little girl, I almost forgot. My bad''

''Shut up!'' Oscar just laughed and you let him guide you to his car. ''So, you're not going to the bar?''

''I told you; I prefer to be with you.'' You were both already inside the car and after buckling his seatbelt, Oscar leaned over you to put your seatbelt on for you, but you didn't realize how close you were from each other until he was practically right in front of you. Time felt like it had stopped, or at least it was going slower, since you felt like you had been in that same position for minutes. Oscar for his part couldn't help but run his gaze over your full, kissable and pink lips. For Oscar, you had always been a beauty that didn't need makeup, and if you had put on any, it would only be to make your already natural beauty shine. A few inches were all that separated your lips from his and Oscar smiled cheekily as he watched you hold your breath, maybe waiting, but waiting for what exactly? Oscar pursed his mouth into a satisfied smile.

Oscar finished fastening your seatbelt and sat back down to his seat as if nothing had happened, but he smiled mischievously when he watched you wipe the palms of your hands on your pants and felt you release the breath you were holding.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with that belt, but sometimes it gets stuck. I should check it out later,” Oscar said, and you nodded you head accepting his explanation. It was a lie. The belt was perfect, he just wanted an excuse to do what he did and yes, he didn’t regret anything. He got the answer he was looking for...that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

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dailyop81 One of the photos that are already coming out of Oscar's team celebrating the championship title, but he doesn't appear in any of them. Could it be that he didn't attend his own party?

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dailyynupdates yn and oscar hanging out today. According to the person who took the photos, the two were seen leaving a food store with a couple of bags (with snacks and what it looked like some junk food). They stopped at the park for a few seconds and then oscar started chasing yn while they both laughed. It should be noted that today is Oscar's celebration party, and he apparently decided to celebrate with yn.

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oscarpiastri such a lovely night with a pretty girl 🩵

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yn_global23 the height difference between them, I can't-

→ ynhater1 she looks like a fucking midget besides him, how is that cute? lol

→ ynhater1 and btw, the only reason she's famous is because she is with Oscar, if not, she would have flopped so hard 🤣

→ yn_global23 you are aware that yn was already famous before your little vroom vroom guy won any silly tittle, right?

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fanuser5 Oh, the way I would give my left kidney to see them together! Like TOGETHER 🙂‍↕️

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→ ynfan2 ong, me too!! I don't know a lot about Oscar but yn seems so comfortable and happy whenever they are together

→ ynuser2 omggg, Oscar liked your comment 😭

→ fanuser5 WHAT? I can't see it.

→ ynfanuser4 I think he removed the like but, we all saw it. @oscarpiastri explain 🫠

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Radio check: I'm finishing up the next part of Enchanted, but this came to my mind, and I couldn't get it out of my head so here we are. If you'd like me to tag you, let me know. Like and Reblog if you like it!

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My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, graphic violence, blood, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 17: oopsie-daisies

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“can you even properly see over the dash?”

Damian rolls his eyes exaggeratedly as he scowls in your direction quickly before his eyes return to the road, he hits the brakes a little too hard and you're certain he's trying to get you to choke on your juice, the little bastard-

“Do you think I'd pick a car I couldn't properly operate.”

He sounds so offended that you have to hold in a snicker, to be completely fair to him he's doing pretty good, He clearly knows all the traffic laws and he looks comfortable with himself, guess those alleged lessons with dick are going well?

“I'm allowed to express concern you know, it's a valid question when my life is at stake here.” you hide your smirk by turning your head to stare out the dark tinted window at the dark Gotham streets, the street level looks different at night. You'd asked about the legality of the tinted glass earlier and all you got was a ‘people don't care about those things here’ from the preteen, whatever the fuck that means.

Damian's huffy reply drags your gaze back to him before you can get lost in thought. “if you're so worried I'll crash how come you're sitting like that? You know you're at increased risk of injury, right.” it's your turn to roll your eyes when he throws a pointed look at your shoes propped up on the wooden dash,

“Maybe I'm testing my luck, God can't catch me lacking twice in a row or whatever you kids say these days.” you snicker unashamedly when Damian groans in that way teenagers do when they're feeling secondhand embarrassment, who knew you'd enjoy tormenting a child.

He gapes at you in a look of horror usually reserved for boomers, you're surprised he didn't throw your juice out the window or something. “I hate you. Don't use those words again please.”

“Don't be a hater, I came with you to help you get over your fratricidal tendencies not give you incentive.” you openly laugh when his jaw clenches and he sighs loudly, refusing to even look in your direction.

“I'm putting you in a bad retirement home.”

“Shush and focus on the road, if you crash I'm not paying.” you stare out the window again while loudly sipping your drink out of pettiness . “obviously father would pay for any damages done in a hypothetical crash.”

Another eye roll, maybe you two are actually secretly related or something.

“I meant the food, kiddo.” He looks at you like you just stepped on his dog's foot, huffing through his nose at you while a comfortable silence settles over the car for a few moments. You doubt this is what Damian wanted you to join him for, but he doesn't look unhappy to have you along.

Eventually he pulls the car into a parking lot, and throws it in park, something called a batburger sits in front of you.

The parking lots practically empty, odd this time of evening. Damian's unbuckling his seatbelt so clearly he intends to go in regardless of the eerie feeling. You're not letting him go in there alone so you unbuckle your self and start to open the door.

“whatever you're getting I'm getting, so pick something actually decen-”

You're debating whether it's safer for the kid to stay in the car or come in with you when something cold suddenly presses against your temple, you don't even have to look to know what exactly it is, you've been in this situation before after all.

“No sudden moves, Wayne.”

Wow, you didn't even have to get out of the car to get a gun to the face.

It's hard to see much of him with the position your heads stuck in, a dark wool coat and dark jeans is what's most visible in your peripheral, average height, the slight tremor against your skull tells you enough about the guy. The strong scent of too many cigarettes can't quite cover his nerves.

“Easy there…. Not in front of the kid.” Your eyes dart towards Damian while your voice trembles, shaking hands raising in front of you slowly. Damian's own hands raise when the guy leans down to glance in the car window at him, giving you get a good look at his face now, or rather what's visible above the bandana covering his nose and mouth.

Shaggy hair, grey eyes and a clear scar from a recently healed broken nose bridge fills your peripheral, he scrutinizes you both with clearly forced vitriol.

“The kid's gonna be just fine if you keep your pretty little mouth shut and do as I say, you and I are gonna take a little walk so your baby doesn't get scared. Just down that alley, if you make any funny moves I'll light up the car.” The mans voice is raspy, smelling strongly of cigarette as he nudges your head with the barrel of the handgun.

Wanting just you to move to a secondary location? That can't happen, you're not leaving a kid alone in Gotham with who-knows-what.

“Okay…. I'm reaching for the door…” you announce your moves before you do anything so he doesn't get trigger happy, Damian reacts strongly to your words and grabs your arm tightly. “what? No! You're not leaving.”

The man snarls and points the gun right at Damian. “You shut your mouth before I shut your parents mouth-ack!”

Pointing the gun at Damian's head was the last straw. You grab the gun as quickly as possible, hand squeezing around the barrel and slide as tight as you can shoving his hand up towards the roof of the car while at the same time slamming your weight into the partially open door, it slams into the man's gut before he can finish his threat.

With his grip on it sufficiently loosened you twist it out of his grasp and all but throw the magazine out and pull the slide back to make sure there's nothing in the chamber, the moron didn't even have it properly loaded. When he grunts outside the car you quickly turn your body towards the door and donkey kick it as hard as you can, once again slamming the metal into the man when he tried to recover from the shock.

“You fucking bit-” you roll your eyes while climbing out of the car and standing over the fallen would-be attacker, his nose crunches sickeningly under your shoe when you kick him.

“Oops, right on that scar too. What a shame.” You hear Damian climb out of the car but you don't pay him any mind as you roll the bleeding guy over with your shoe, the man yanks his bandana down and you get an eyeful of his bleeding broken nose and tobacco stained teeth bared in a snarl.

“What the fucks wrong with you-” you kick him in the gut this time and he tries to grab your leg with his bloody hands, you quickly sidestep and when he gets in his hands and knees you grab the car door again, this time he screams when the metal slams against his head.

“What's your angle here.” Your voice is dead calm as you look down at the struggling man, eyes darting around while you make sure no one's sneaking up on you during your little interrogation attempt.

“go to hell!” When the man tries to spit blood on your feet you reach through the open car door and grab the gun, pressing it against his temple in a mirrored mockery of how all this started.

You watch his breathing change as he meets your stare, his bloodshot eyes darting between the handgun and your cold expression quickly. “That's not what I asked, what was your plan here. Just looking for some quick pocket change? Or did your friends put you up to this?”

His Adams apple bobs as he swallows thickly, you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about how to respond.

“…I'd rather die than tell you anything, rich bastard!”

“You hesitated.” you cock the hammer slowly. “You're staring down the barrel of a gun while talking about dying, you're clearly with someone. what do they have over your head that's so important, information? Debt?”

You notice in your peripheral damian circling around the car and he's standing close behind you, his stance wide and his head turning quickly. Is he watching your back?

“Are you a fucking cop or something? Shut your dirty who-” a smack from the gun silences the attacker quickly enough, he spits out more blood before glaring up at you weakly, the fear apparent in his body language. “I didn't tell you to question me.”

He scowls up at you weakly, blood and tears dripping down his face from the broken nose.

“…you're not getting nothing outta me, you don't know what real issues are up in your big shiny estate acting like you're above us all. Like you own Gotham and everyone in it. they're gonna burn all you son's a bitches to the ground someday, you'll know who owns who then.”

Wow did he practice that in the mirror, you're unimpressed as you stare down at him after he finishes his monologue.

“So you're part of the pyromaniac's club then, figures.”

His eyes widen. “wh-what?” he quickly tries to grab at your face with his blood streaked hands, clearly in some kind of panic.

He goes very still when the gun barrel is jammed in his mouth, scraping against his teeth while he stares up at you with wide, teary eyes. He shakily grabs at your wrists but doesn't make and sudden moves, guess you finally scared him straight.

“holy shit stop!” a gloved hands grabs at your shoulders and tries to yank the gun from your grasp, you nearly lash out at the attacker before you recognize the cape and cowl, rolling your eyes when you realize it's one of the heroes here.

“easy, cape. It's not what it looks like.”

You let red Robin pull you away from the guy, he nearly slams you down against the car hood while he tries to wrestle the gun from you, guess he doesn't believe you.

“it's not loaded, relax!” You grunt at the rough treatment, hand relaxing and allowing the young hero to pry it from your fingers and check that it's indeed not loaded and therefore not deadly. this body really isn't used to this kind of abuse yet…

You didn't expect Damian to jump in though.

Smaller hands rip the tight grip off your wrists and he roughly pushes the hero away enough that you can straighten up again. “oh my God can you fuck off!? This doesn't concern you!” Damian cussing out the hero is….. Surprising.

“Doesn't ’concern me’? I think someone getting brutalized in a public parking lot is cause for concern, kid.”

“I think you should be more focused on the man who threatened our lives, kid.” Damian crosses his arms over his chest with the biggest scowl on his face you've seen yet, you don't know what his beef is with the vigilante but this is….. Personal?

Red Robin scoffs at presumably the both of you and quickly goes to zip tie the man still in the ground, you can feel the wariness radiating off him even without seeing his expression at all. You step between him and Damian out of some unfamiliar instinct.

“Damian, please let me handle this.” Your voice is firm as you turn to address the hero. “The man attacked me and…. My child, attempted to kidnap me and threatened to murder the boy. You might not like how it looks but I did my job as a guardian.”

Red Robin glances at you for a moment with an unreadable expression while he checks over the guy, when he pulls ductape and a syringe from one of the wool coat pockets he finally seems to get over himself a bit, shoulders dropping as he pulls an evidence bag out of a belt pouch.

“you probably gave him PTSD and a concussion.” his voice of still firm, chastising you for how you handled things as if he knows best.

It pisses you right off immediately, you know for a fact that the vigilantes have done worse in this city. You're keeping watch of them through the news after all. He's a damn hypocrite who thinks you should've laid down and taken it like a lamb, left the child to his own devices so you didn't make ripples in their pond. your eyes narrow as your tone goes much colder when you reply to him.

“Good, maybe he'll learn something from it, I did.”

His head whips towards you as he stands up, shock apparent in his unsure stance while he looks you up and down.

“…. Just…. Go home. I'm getting this man to a hospital.”

One brow quirks up as you give him an incredulous look, your eyes dart to the dented and slightly blood spattered car door before looking back at the caped vigilante.

“I think the cops are gonna want to speak to me about this.”

He shakes his head and lifts his hand to his head like he's gonna run his hands down his face or over his scalp, but stops himself so his hand just drops awkwardly.

“I'll handle that right now, someone will talk to you later…just get out.”

You intend to protest, tell him you know what the protocol is in these situations but he just points at the car like you're a dog he's sending to a crate.

Damian tugs on your jacket and you finally break your stare down with the hero, wordlessly he gestures with his head towards the car so you comply, fishing the magazine and loose bullets out of the cushions which you hand to the vigilante.

“here's some evidence, I think there's DNA in the door locks too, I'll tell our butler not to touch it.”

your voice is clipped, as soon as he takes them from your grasp and starts to tuck them into an evidence bag you turn away and cross around the car, Damian doesn't question you when your slide into the driver's seat, just gets in your previous spot, ignoring the fine misted blood spatter and spilled juice, in fact he doesn't say anything at all when you start to drive the car out of the parking lot.

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You know you're fucked when you walk into the manor and see Bruce on the couch alongside Alfred.

Damian speaks first, clearly trying to get ahead of the situation.

“ahem, hello father….. Me and parent went ou-” Bruce points towards the direction of the stairs in the other hall. “I know Damian. Go to your room.”

Damian looks shaken at the rough tone in Bruce's voice, his eyes darting towards you. Comfort seeking maybe? You gently pat his shoulder when he subtly leans closer to you, your eyes never leaving the two men across the room.

“…but i-” Damian tries to start again but Bruce standing up effectively silences him. “your room, Damian. I need to talk to (name) right now.”

Damian's head ducks down and he gently pushes your hand off him, wordlessly turning on his heel and leaving the room, slamming the door shut to show he's displeased as he disappears.

The room falls silent for a moment save for the echo of the door slamming into the frame, Bruce's eyes meet yours as he slowly puts his hands on his hips, you know by the tense jaw and stiff shoulders he's unhappy.

“…how come I found out you and my youngest child weren't home from commissioner Gordon of all people.” he speaks slowly, voice low as if he only wants the people in the room to hear him.

You casually cross the room to stand in front of him, a coffee table the only thing between you two. You shove your hands into your pockets with a forced casual air about you. “the kid wanted to go out so I went with him, hello to you too by the way. How was your day.”

Neither man reacts well to your sarcasm, Alfred pinches the bridge of his nose and leans his head back against the couch cushions. “Master Wayne...”

Bruce sighs deeply and crosses his arms over his chest, her slowly steps around the table so there's nothing between you. “quit the bullshit.”

Anger prickles under your skin again as they both call you out, first the hero and now them?

“what are you asking of me then, what was I supposed to do here, let the kid go out without anyone to supervise? He would've been kidnapped or worse.” your words are forcibly calm, the eye contact getting intense.

Bruce doesn't take that well though, his hands fly up and he gestures at you with clear anger while his voice rises in volume.

“You're supposed to talk to me about my kid! Even one single text would've been better than the nothing you've given me to work with! You should've said no to Damian and told me what he was up to, not this sneaking around shit-” you roll your eyes and cut him off firmly.

“oh so only you're allowed to hide things, I wonder where he's learning that.” your voice is practically a hiss, you free your hands from your pockets and cross them over your chest while stepping closer to the man.

Bruce's expression falls into something between confusion and anger, eyes flicking towards Alfred for just a second before returning to you. “…what're you talking about…”

Alfred jumps up with surprising speed for his age, he knows where this is going. “Master Wayne, Bruce, this is not the time nor the place for-”

You ignore the older man and gesture at Bruce angrily, nearly jabbing your finger into his chest. “was it a car wreck? A trip down the stairs? What's the next one gonna be Bruce? Maybe Alfred's making up evidence for a cycling incident? Gonna tell me this was a grease burn next?”

You yank the sleeve of his tee shirt up and gesture at the bandages around his bicep, he pushes your hand away and scowls at you.

“You don't get to turn this around on me (name), this is about your actions. you or Damian could've died out there, would you have bothered to tell me then?”

You nearly roll your eyes again. “I had it handled.” you snap at him louder than you intended, but you're not apologizing now. Not while you're pissed.

His nostrils flare in anger and he turns away from you to pace around the room, probably a tick when he's worked up. “I saw the pictures, I know how you ‘handled’ it. What if there was a group? Would you have ‘handled’ an organized attack, or the car getting firebombed? Goddamn it (name)! I'm supposed to keep you and the kids safe!”

You hate how he's talking about you like you're an idiot with zero preservation skills and no autonomy, you're a goddamn adult who can do what they want for crying out loud! Your next words are cruel and you know it before you even spit them out.

“Like at the charity gala?” The room goes dead silent, Bruce's expression twists as he sits back down on the couch with pained body language. His eyes don't leave your form while he seems to deflate a little, Alfred looks between the both of you silently. The old man pursing his lips and looking like he wants to intervene but thankfully he doesn't, you'd probably snap at him too for his own bullshit.

“…. That's not fair and you know it.”

Bruce's words are clipped, but he can't hide the discomfort in his body language, the crossing arms and leaning away from you even though you're not close to him indicating his hurt.

“I know it's not, that's why you need to get it through your head that sometimes shit happens out of your control. I'm going to do what I need to when things are dangerous, clearly, accept it or don't.”

Turning on your heel, You all but stomp away as Bruce calls after you to come back, you have no intention of continuing this if he's just gonna scold you with Alfred like they're your handler's. God you wish you had a punching bag right now.

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A/n: I feel like apologizing for the sudden angst 😭 hopefully the fight scene isn't too cringe it's my first time writing that kind of thing in detail 😓 that said I hope y'all are having a good weekend and are taking care of yourselves! 💞

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Separation at Birth- Ford

(Not the best sketches but oh well) imma go a bit more into depth, but ever since Ford could remember his father had been constantly complimenting his fingers saying they were a gift and something to be proud of. Ford, being a child obviously thought his father was being genuine, but in reality he was being manipulated.

Filbrick wanted to use Stanford as some sort of freakish attraction because of his six fingers, the whole reason he kept him and not “the normal” one aka Stanley. One day he stumbled upon this man who was selling amulets, ciphertology amulets, with abilities to see into the mind of others and take peeks into their possible futures, so of course he took one in hopes of finally making something with Ford.

Thus starting the Psycic Sixir, the kid who sees it all. Many paid 2 dollars an hour just to talk to the kid, not to mention they could sell merchandise like the Silixir, the magical potion meant to strengthen your brain, also known as watered down apple juice. Caryn wasn’t too keen on the idea but she didn’t argue. Until it started taking a toll on Ford, causing his hair to become white, exhausting him to the point where he would sleep almost all day, not to mention his growth was impacted and he was even malnourished despite eating all the time. It caused a lot of arguments between Fords parents.

Eventually he was allowed more breaks which was mostly him sleeping, reading, or walking around the beach, which lead him to an old rotting ship at 14, who he called The Grand Escape. He loved working on her thinking about how one day he might be able to escape his father and the name they had created for himself. Unfortunately at 15 he fell so ill that he had to be on a year long break , unable to really do anything he dove into his studies.

He finally started gaining weight, his height finally started increasing, he slept less ad overall he felt better. Of course his hair had to keep a few strands of white and he had to use a cane to walk long distances but overall he was feeling way better. Too bad he couldn’t say the same about the ship. She was falling apart and any hope of sailing away was slowly getting away, so he decided that college was his best next choice.

One promise to come back and a whole lot of studied and building finally landed him in west tech, a prestigious enough university that he could convince filbrick was worth stoping this whole Psychic Sixir and far enough from Jersey to finally be him.

I’ll add better sketches later, and Stanley’s part later but anyways hope yall enjoyed

[cupcakefactory]

Valentines Day with Caleb

A short continuation to the games phone call you got on the 14th, so naturally spoilers head.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: Look I used Pipsqueak, I like Pipsqueak, I am a sucker for Pipsqueak. Other than that, is just fluffy.

"Should I get my hopes up?"

"I wonder what role I should play in your life today?"

A small chuckle left his lips as he sat back against the seat, eyes looking up at the luggage rack above him. The apple charm you brought for him swinging with the train's movements.

"You came to meet me with flowers"

"Do I still need to explain, Caleb?"

"I understand"

He smiled, hanging up the phone as his eyes looked out the window again. The journey was long from Skyhaven to you, but it was worth it, the leg cramp and the way his head hurt from the occasional bumps were all worth it to get to you.

It was worth it every day, but today was special, it was Valentine's Day - it was strange to say he was spending it with you, normally he was alone or surrounded by a bunch of admires in school.. but never before had he spent today with just one person. His hands clamped and unclamped in his lamp as finally, the station came into sight. He was the first off, first through the ticket gate - impatiently clicking his tongue as the machine struggled to read the ticket that had crumpled a little in excitement. It took a moment, but once he was through his eyes searched desperately before they finally found you, slightly hidden behind a bunch of flowers and waving widely he couldn't stop the grin on his lips as he rushed over and scooped you up into his arms, spinning a little which earned a startled giggle and a cry of his name until he put you down, ruffling your hair, you left the station together.

You walked side by side to the flower shop to fix the mistake you made earlier, (because who was Caleb if not the man who always fixed your mistakes), the air was filled with a naturally found conversation - you complained about the wanderers; their numbers had increased meaning your work hours had too. He kept his complaints vague, just that he was busy as the colonel and was glad to be spending time with you again. It wasn't missed by either of you how naturally the conversation came, finally falling back into the old rhythm you both feared you had lost when he "died". Finally, back to a similar relationship, one in which you feared had died along with him.

The flower shop was small, pushed into a small corner which could easily be missed – it made sense for the shopkeeper to have decorated it so brightly today, to gain more clientele on a day in which almost everyone brought flowers. It looked perfect, except for the dent in the arch – one that perfectly aligned with your height. Caleb couldn’t help but laugh when you frowned at it, crossing your arms as if it had damaged you and not the other way round, a quick introduction to the florist and he got to work. Caleb had always been good with his hands, the years of making airplane models paying off as he fiddled with the stems. Tying the delicate roses and lilies in place as you just watched on in awe. You held the bouquet you brought him, trying to avoid staring at his hands too hard; you were just friends, it was weird to look at Caleb that way.  

Or that was what you kept telling yourself, your conversation from earlier replaying in your mind over and over; what role should he play in your life today? What role should he play in your life every day? Was just calling him your childhood friend enough now, or did you yearn for more, did he want more? At what point had Caleb taken a role in your heart you didn’t fully register or recognize?

You hadn't noticed he disappeared, finished his work, and made it look better than before until a bunch of flowers was thrust into your line of vision; roses and tulips, your favorites since you were kids, of course he remembered. Caleb always remembers. A pair of eyes peeking over the top, the normal confidence they showed being damped a little with nervousness as if he was scared you'd reject the gift he picked out for you. You couldn’t hide your blush as you accepted them, the warmth of his fingers a contrast to the cold wet feeling from the stems of the flowers – something you never would have recognized before, something you started to recognize more and more. Something that made your heart race just a bit quicker, something you hoped he didn’t notice.

The rest of the day was peaceful, you decided to spend it in a park you used to frequent as children. He remembered your “secret base” tucked into a corner, as adults it was just a fallen tree trunk but as children, it was everything you could have hoped for. He pulled out a picnic blanket and lay it on the floor, gesturing for you to sit next to him. It was quiet in the back of the park, the quiet echo of children laughing as they played and the birds chirping were the only noise that made it to your ears. All your senses were overtaken by Caleb, who sat so close yet not touching as he pointed out different shapes in the sky – every cloud had some shape to Caleb, even if it was just…

“That one looks like.. a circle”

You couldn’t help but laugh gently and shake your head, both bouquets lay between your legs – they too were together but not yet touching. An equal to their owners. Everything was so simple, so gentle. The wind was a little chilly, Caleb noticed the way you shivered and before you knew it his jacket was around your shoulders. His scent enveloped you more – making every focal point just him, every single sense was overtaken by him. Every moment of today had just been him.

You hesitated, feeling your heart pounding against your chest as you lay your head on his shoulder, feeling him tense for half a second before relaxing again and continuing to point out the clouds, every shape just got a hum from you as you focused more on the way his jaw moved as he spoke, how every word seemed to be coated in honey for even as he made a crude comment about a cloud, it was sweet. Everything about him was so sickly sweet it could rot your teeth and you doubted you would complain.

He noticed you staring, his voice trailing off before stopping completely, not that you noticed, your mind was elsewhere and he could tell that. He saw the blush on your cheek, the way your eyes seemed focused on him but a little distant – and despite the fact you had been shivering earlier you now seemed warm, your palms were clammy as you opened and shut them.

“Pipsqueak?”

You seemed to zone back into him then, sitting up straight – he hated how cold his shoulder suddenly felt, hated how you moved away and before either of you could register it he was pulling you closer to him, his hand resting gently on your cheek as his gaze searched yours, looking for hesitation, looking for any sign that you didn’t want him this close – but he found none. He just saw you gulp and close your eyes before your lips finally met, your shoulders finally relaxing as you kissed him.

The air was still as chilly as the sunset, but you could ignore it because his body was warmer. His arm around your shoulders grounding you to the current moment, a small bird pecking at the grass had both of you staring at it. It was a long time before he cleared his throat, making your head tilt to look up at him again.

“Should I.. expect you to ice me out tomorrow again, or is this role one you want me to play for a while”

A sigh, a laugh, and a slap against his chest as you resettled.

“Everyday Caleb, I want you to play this role every day”

“…Understood, Hunny”

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[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟮]

synopsis. satoru knows you're the closest thing to a mother megumi will ever have.

contents. reader battles with a kitchen stove (it was funnier in my head), a lil' bit of megs/reader bonding, soft and tired toru

words. 1.1k

note. pls lmk what you think bc i feel like my writing has gone 📉📉📉 but anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, THE APPLE OF MY EYE, MY GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KING 💕

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as promised, you're watching over megumi for the day. he's a quiet and somewhat shy kid who doesn't talk too much, but you're certain the little guy will warm up to you once he sees you around more often. you can't blame him; after all, you're basically a stranger in his home who's suddenly spending time with him until he passes out and satoru comes back home from work. you'd be a little reserved as well if you were in his shoes.

“so megumi, what would you like for dinner?” you kneel down to megumi's height and flash him a kind smile, head tilted to the side and hair framing your face.

megumi regards you for a moment as if he doesn't really want to say what he wants, but the smile on your face, the warmth you exude is enough for him to speak up. if he already gets to choose, he better make it count. “..macaroni.” he says, a pout on his lips.

“macaroni it is, buddy.” ruffling megumi's hair, you're quick to move through the kitchen, finding the noodles, preparing two pots and filling one of them with the right amount of water. everything goes as planned until you're faced with that fancy kitchen stove that does absolutely not work like the one you own.

damn satoru and the salary he uses to buy expensive shit like this.

you know it's a touchscreen model, but whenever you do put your finger down and the thing beeps..nothing happens. the stovetop doesn't even turn red to indicate that it's on and so you put your finger down a couple more times only for nothing to happen.

a lump sits in the back of your throat, cold sweat coats the tip of your finger. your heart skips a beat. if you can't even figure out how to operate your newfound nemesis of a stove, megumi would go to bed hungry and satoru would definitely be severely disappointed in you!

you can't let the attractive single dad think you're useless.

you cannot let megumi starve.

stuck in your own panic, you fail to notice how megumi has watched your..conflict by peeking over the countertop. even his dogs give you a somewhat confused look as if they could sense your emotional distress over a stove of all things. the boy walks over, nudges himself between you and your self-proclaimed nemesis and brings his finger down on the touchscreen of the stove like he's never done anything else in his life.

beep. beep, beep.

apparently, it's that easy to get the water to cook.

dumbfounded, you stare at megumi, then at the stove and back at megumi. you have to look hilarious with your lips parted into an o-shape and your eyebrows almost shooting up to your hairline if megumi's little laugh is anything to go by. “..that's amazing..how did you–”

megumi shrugs his shoulders, his usual deadpan expression back on his face. “i always watch dad when he cooks. it's not..that hard.”

you groan out loud, but a little chuckle laces into the sound. “..i'm too old for this stuff.” with pouted lips, you let megumi explain how to increase and decrease the heat, how to turn the stove off and on. it really is a lot easier than you initially believed.

when satoru finally comes home, the skies are already darkening. hues of dark blue and a hint of purple are slathered across the vast canvas, birds roaming through the air and seemingly returning home to their nests or whatever place they consider home for the night. for a moment, the bustling life of the city ceases to exist – at least until satoru would have to leave for work again.

no emails, no phone calls, no meetings.

clad in suit and tie, buttons opened and tie loosened, a sigh of relief sneaks past his pale lips when the warmth of his apartment welcomes him home. a place which was usually silent, almost void of any life since megumi would be in bed by now. but now, the scent of food lingers in the air, soft snores echo from the living room down the hallway and the tv dimly illuminates the cozy space. driven by curiosity and a grumbling stomach, satoru finds a plate of macaroni on the dining table. in front of it, a note is placed.

“i figured you might be hungry after work. all you have to do is warm it up :]”

cerulean eyes soften behind pitch black shades as they skim over the carefully written note and the silly smiley you drew at the end. you didn't have to do this. satoru could take care of himself, he's been doing it for as long as he can remember, but..in a way, it's nice to be thought of, cared for, even in such small ways you probably didn't put much thought into.

he likes it. likely, a lot more than he should.

satoru trudges over to the sofa in the living room, wanting to thank you for the food, but when he sees you passed out on the cushion, megumi cuddled up to your chest and the two dogs snoring at your feet, the ghost of a smile dances on his lips. you look absolutely exhausted, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of your lips and red crayon smeared on your cheek, but it kind of looks cute on you, satoru thinks.

the sound of disney's bambi on the tv is nothing but white noise as satoru's gaze shifts towards his son, his little bundle of joy. the boy who never had a mother appears so content with his little arms clutching his favorite plushie and his little face buried in the warmth of your chest, snoring just as loudly as the dogs. the kid is beat, just like you.

satoru has to shake his head. ever since megumi was born, satoru wanted nothing more than for him to experience the love of a mother. someone who would offer him unconditional love, attention, would care for him and his happiness in ways that only a mother can, but you are not his mother. you never will be.

in the end, you're still the cute neighbor next door who offered to lend him a hand out of pity and not someone who could act as megumi's mother.

and yet, satoru knows he made the right choice by accepting your help.

this is the closest thing megumi will ever have to a mother.

a sigh, heavy enough to be conflicted but quiet enough to drown into the late hours, slips past satoru's lips. with quiet steps, he fetches a blanket from his bedroom and tosses the soft fabric over megumi's and your sleeping form.

"thank you." he breathes out, voice barely above a whisper.

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[sunsets12]

If I may ask, in your head what’s the height difference between Percy and Finnick in the story. The reason I ask is because there’s no definitive answer from what I’m seeing some people are claiming/ head cannoning that Finnick is 6’3 or even 6’5. Or what even is Percy’s height that you envisioned?

The true reason of heart that I am curious of this information is so I can properly envision the hand holding. You don’t understand how many time reread those two sections and let out various noises . I’m totally dealing this so normally, very maturely if I might add.

For the 72th hunger games, I can already tell that their dependency with each other is going drastically increase. The codependency is going to go wild ~

Percy, my dude Cupid’s arrow true aimed your ass. I can’t wait to see the moment that Finnick has feeling for Percy. Trust that I will go feral when that happens :)

Thanks for chapter 24 update :)

Fun little fact, you made my day since it was my birthday when you updated even though you were unhappy with this chapter please take pride in that you managed to make this the derange reader happy ~~~

Lol this is one of those asks that you probably didn't expect me to have a lot of thoughts on, but I have a lot of thoughts on it.

Okay so, when I think about PJO character's heights, I like to think that all the demigods are like... stupidly tall. They're descended from gods who are 20 feet or something in their actual form, so it makes sense to me that their kids would all be tall. Now, this isn't canon because I'm pretty sure multiple demigod characters are described as short in the books, but I like to headcanon it anyway because it's a nice extra (and subtle) touch to show they aren't fully human. So, in my little non-canon fanfic, there aren't really any demigods shorter than like 5'8, and even that is *short* for them. Most demigods average like 5'11 to 6'0 for women and 6'2 to 6'3 for men. With that being said I don't remember Percy ever being described as particularly tall in the books? (I might be wrong on that though.) So, in my mind he's about 6'2. Maybe 6'3, which is normal for a healthy demigod his age :)

On the other hand, Hunger Games characters from the districts are, on the whole, food insecure. Katniss even talks about how her growth was stunted because of malnourishment. However, she contrasts this with the career kids who are bigger and stronger because they are better fed. Additionally, I can imagine that for a male tribute, like Finnick who presumably relied a lot on his strength to win, he must be pretty tall + strong. Plus, I think Katniss actually calls him tall in the books. (Once again, I don't have the books on me, so this is just my memory and I might be wrong). Anyway, I picture him as being around 6'1.

I definitely think Percy is the taller one, but not by a lot. And the only character I can picture being 6'5 is, like, Frank lol. (Okay, side note, I looked it up and apparently Frank is 6'5-6'6 according to the percy jackson wiki)

And happy late birthday!

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Jealousy’s a Green Eyed Monster

Wc: 4.3k

Her room was massive, at least twice yours.

Oh my god, 8 was on top. You could have picked it. Everyone marvelled at the space, the lavish decor, the money that increased by unfathomable amounts every minute. They chatted vaguely about how much they each made, but you were more fixated on the bathtub. The bathtub she no doubt showered in with your drinking water. As a kid, you'd always considered a fancy bathtub the height of luxury, and now you see it for what it is.

You were right.

Besides, how'd she even get it in there? You wouldn't have been able to move it on your own, and yet here she was. You reentered the physical realm as 6 told everyone he made 130,000 won a minute. He turned to you, and you replied,

“50,000 Won,” you nodded and 2 scoffed. Not at you, just at the prospect. You gave a sorry look, and people continued to say their amounts. 

7 said something about a fibonacci sequence, you remembered learning about that in school. Either way, you felt too sick to respond while he explained it to the group. After glancing at the meal kits, counting them and the empty water bottles, the group decided to continue downwards, inspecting each room. 

You walked by the side of 2 on the way down, tension filled the air. Between the mixture of jealousy at 8 and anger at the situation, neither of you could talk. The group reached 7’s room, and part of you didn’t want to enter, but that would be suspicious. You leaned against the wall.

A table. He bought a table. 

You tried not to laugh, what a dork. A table. Hope he bought a textbook as well, maybe a bedtime story to read before laying on his mattress- which mind you was on the floor. So, a table, and no bed frame. More noteworthy though, is the table had two chairs, one on either side. How curious, perhaps he'd made a friend. Now you feel stupid. You didn't make a friend.

As you all filed out of the room, you lingered at the stairwell for a moment, eyeing the huge timer that ticked away. It has increased again. You pushed off of the wall with a quiet whistle, only to be jerked back into 7’s room, cinematically hearing the door slam shut. Before you could scream, his hand pressed against your mouth, his other hand on his lips shushing you as he pushed you to the wall.

Hi, truly the only thought you could think of.

You kept your eyes trained on him, clearly, he had the upper hand here, but a little pretending never hurt anybody. He leaned in close to your ear, and you shivered.

“Can I trust you to be quiet?” meow. You rolled your eyes, and his hand pressed further on your mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows, mentally preparing to lick him.

“Let’s keep this quick, you and I, we can’t let anyone know about us.” he paused, as if waiting for you to reply. “Whatever we had is long gone okay? Let’s just try to be civil,” 

He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Weird, this was stressing him out. “Are we clear?” he dropped his hand hesitantly and you licked your lips, nodding while glancing at the door. He caught your jaw, gentle but demanding, pulling you back to meet his gaze, “Say it,”

“What?”

“Say you understand,”

…Dear lord. I can say a lot more than that beautiful. “Would saying it out loud change anything?”

“Please,”

Oh this is serious serious. “Yeah man, I understand, crystal clear,” he breathed a sigh of relief, mumbling ‘good, good.’ He dropped his hand, offering you a glance before standing up straight.

7 opened the door, gesturing for you to pass out first. You forced a smile, missing the warmth of his body against yours. Crap, about now was the time you’d go through old text conversations between you and him, reminding you of why you broke up in the first place. You smoothed your hair out, pausing at the top of the stairs, causing him to bump into you. He grabbed your arm and shot you a ‘why’d you stop?’ look before looking down the stairs. You looked between the eyes of the other people, raising a brow.

8 and 6 looked amused, the young lady in particular taking interest in you both. 5 and 1 avoided your gaze entirely. A small huff of air escaped 3, which earned him an elbow from 2. You glanced at 7, who ignored you to walk down the stairs. For a moment, the cogs in your head turned, and by the time you put two and two together, they'd moved onto the next room.

You descended the stairs with a guilty face, despite being innocent. It’s like when you walk out of a store without even buying anything. You entered 6’s room, too mortified to even speak, or observe anything beyond what meets the immediate eye. More stairs, then 5’s room. Because of these room tours, you now realise you really should've bought something. 

Finally at your room, you pull out the keycard and swipe it, pushing it open. At Least you had the foresight to fold up your bed sheet before you left your room that morning. You gave a very tragic jazz hands, which brought a smile to 3’s face. There wasn’t much to say. As they withdrew, you caught 7’s gaze. You’ve seen that look before.

. . .  

“Don’t laugh,” you warned, fishing your key out of your purse.

He half scoffed and half laughed, “I won’t!”

“Good, or else you’d hurt my feelings,” you turned around, pushing the key into the keyhole and struggling a bit with it. He stared at your keychain. It was one he got you, and he couldn't help but feel pride that you’d actually used it. 

The door groaned in annoyance when you opened it, and it was a bit of a struggle to do so. Yu walked in, his eyes tracing over the lousy space you called home.

“It’s cosy.”

“I hate you,”

“I didnt even-”

“Yeah but you thought about it!” you pouted, motioning for him to take off his shoes. He does, and you turn to greet your cat.

He was still working on removing his shoes, “For the record I wasn’t thinking about it.”

A hairless cat that frequented your building. When you first moved in, you found him a little strange, but now, snug as a bug in his hand knit sweater, the little worm grew on you. When you rescued him, you told your boyfriend all about the adorable cat you now have, and when you said ‘expensive breed’ he thought you'd refer to a persian, or a ragdoll, not a sphinx. You held the little boy in your hands, giving him a million kisses before turning to Yu.

“Meet-”

“What is that?” his face contorted into discomfort.

“My son. My pride and joy.”

“Babe, that is not a cat. A rat maybe,” you swatted his chest, and he snickered.

“Don’t listen to the mean man, he just hates beautiful things,” you cooed at the cat, nuzzling your nose into his head.

. . .  

Back then, it wasn’t apparent what he felt when he saw your apartment. Now it was. Pity. To him you were the helpless, hairless stray cat. You felt sick at the thought, and hurried past him. 

The next few rooms were nothing but a blur, but it was comforting knowing 3 had also bought the bare minimum of just literal newspapers. 

1’s room made you feel guilty for ever even being jealous of 8. This man could hardly stand, and could probably reach across either end of the room without moving from the middle. The sick people who made this game made it a hierarchy. But why? What’s the purpose?

Either way, 8 sent the meals down the chute, and everyone sat in a circle in 1’s room. It was almost familiar to be in this kind of setting. 

The food was mostly good, maybe adequate was a better word for it. You hesitate as another bite of food comes up to your lips, when you notice 3 down his meal without a singular breath. The man was hungry. Wordlessly, you slipped the rest of your portion into his bowl. You shook your head when he tried to decline. He ended up ducking his head in thanks, and succumbing to his hunger. 

You heard a quiet scoff, one you’d grown accustomed to, and your eyes snapped up, a wrinkle between your brows. You locked eyes with Yu-  7, and gave him a skeptical look.

What did I do wrong now?

He got up before you could say anything, or even shoot him a ‘what happened to not knowing each other' look, and sauntered off to smoke. Typical. TYPICAL.

3 got up shortly after to join him, and you leaned back on your palms, passing your tongue over your teeth. This was harder than you’d thought, to pretend you didn’t know him. To pretend you hadn’t spent the better part of two years learning about everything he is and everything he stood for. But there’s no warmth anymore, no familiarity. 7. 

Definitely not 8, that’s bottom of the barrel, last pick type of number. Whoever picked 7 must’ve been an equal idiot.

 You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe had you not torn to pieces this decision, you would’ve been at the top of the pyramid.

2 dusted her hand on her knees, getting up to help digestion, if you had to guess. She took a moment to stretch on the doorway before walking out. The peace was short lived, because her voice immediately echoed out.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” you sat up a little straighter, watching her with hawk eyes. “We only have fifteen minutes left!” 2 yelled. You and 1 sprung up, moving to see her.

The woman stood in a black bodycon dress that stopped mid thigh, with a weird poofy bit at the top. Her face wore designer sunglasses, and her feet a pair of high heels- no doubt costing a fortune. You all raced down the stairs, meeting her in front of the comm device, where she had a rack of clothing next to her, and that deceptively pure smile.

“Which one looks better?” 8 said with a shrug of a shoulder, holding a hanger up.

“Did you buy that… with time?” you asked, fingers twitching at your sides.

2, with more passion, “if you wanted to play dress up, you could've done it in your own room. Why buy it out here!”

8 gave a ‘isn’t it obvious?’ face and then spoke it a buttery soft voice, “If i did, I wouldn't have been able to wear it out here. I wanted to wear it out here.” 

The blonde woman’s eye twitched, “Do you have a death wish?” but before she could do what most probably would’ve been a crime, a male voice sounded.

“Don’t intimidate her. Talk it out,” 6 said, stalking over with his hands on his hips. 2 craned her neck over to look at him ever so slowly.

8, walking like you’d imagine a princess would, went over to just underneath the LED timer. “Is it because of this? We could always extend that thing, time.” she balanced on the edge of the fake pool.

7 followed her with his eyes, “And how would we do that?”

She looked at him for a moment, stay away, no wait, do whatever you want, she then giggled, bringing her shoulders up, “You guys seriously don’t know? You don’t know how to extend it?” she continued to giggle as she walked off, “It’s the stairs,”

3 swallowed, following her along with the rest of the group. “The stairs?”

“Yes! Time extends when we step on them,”

…what sort of alternate reality does this woman live in? And more importantly, can I get what she’s on?

“Do you have any proof?” 7 spoke, seemingly skeptical.

8 parroted his last word, pretending she forgot. 2 stormed forward, “Stop messing around and tell us.”

“Only if you apologize to me first,”

“What?”

“You were really mean earlier,”

“Over my dead-” 2 stormed forward but was very harshly pulled back by 6. You flinched, a quiet gasp coming out without your consent.

“Use your words,” 6 said, in a gravelly voice.

“What's your problem?” 2 growled and 6 yelled back again. 

“Whatever, I can’t lose like this,” you grumbled, dashing forward and towards the stairs, triggering a chain reaction of the others. 

For the remaining 11 minutes, you went up and down and up and down and up and down until up became down and down became up and you were sure you’d throw up. Finally, the timer hit 10 seconds, with seemingly no want to increase again. You leaned your head down, biting your tongue. 3 stood right next to you, and he stared with pure fear at the clock. You struggled to grapple with the reality of the situation. The red LEDs vanished, and between the groans and sighs, you felt tears well up in your eyes.

For once, once, you had the opportunity to be rich presented to you on a silver- no- gold platter, and some whiney princess had to come and pray it away from your shaking hands. It’s not fair. It’s not fair, it's not fair.

It's not FAIR.

A beacon of hope, the numbers two and four appeared, twenty four when put together. The collective cheers of relief rang, along with that little turd’s voice as she celebrated solving a problem she’d created. 3 collapsed onto the ground next to you, and you placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a breathless laugh.

“You okay?” you asked him with a smile, he nodded.

“I thought it was over,”

“You and me both,” you giggled.

So, stairs extend time. Of course it would be manual labour out of all things. You groaned loudly to yourself, kicking the folded bed sheets in your room. You collided with the ground, covering your eyes with your palms.

The next morning everyone got up bright and early, with each person assigned 7 touches of 8th floor sign, you were prepared to suffer. You stretched your legs lightly, glancing back at the time. Then, with the cue from 7, everyone bolted to the stairs. You decided to jog, as running would burn you out pretty quickly. Sure enough, people started to slow down by the 3rd flight of stairs, while you were still going strong.At the end of the day, you all piled into 1’s room, eating together in silence.

The days blurred into each other, with minimal conversation, and the same boring routine. Until.

“I feel like I haven’t eaten anything,” 3 sighed, leaning back. 

“Here,” you slid your plate to him, he almost took it but 2 gave him a look and he hesitated. “Seriously, I’m good,”

That was a lie, but c'mon, you felt bad. 

3 hesitated again, looking at 2, who continued to glare at him. 6 used the opportunity and took the plate for himself. 

“Hey-“ 3 started, but 6 had practically inhaled the rest of it. Fatty.

“What? You weren’t gonna take it and she didn’t want it,” 6 shrugged, licking his lips. 2 looked at you with annoyance, then back to 6, “She would’ve eaten it had 3 told her no firmly,”

“It’s okay,” you diffused the argument before it spiraled further, “Wouldn’t have offered if I still wanted it, don’t worry about me 2,” you said to her softly, and she gave you a scoff.

“This isn’t sustainable,” 6 said, looking at the food, “we should split into teams, so on the day people are working they’d get more food,”

That actually… was not a bad idea.

So, the next day, you stood in two equal rows of people, ready to be divided.

Team A: 8, 6, 4, 2- the evens.

Team B: 7, 5, 3, 1- the odds.

“I want to switch teams,” 2 said before anything could take place. “We don’t get along,” she casted you the look, but it was clear it wasn’t intended to be for you.

3 avoided the gaze of the team, 5 would’ve gained nothing from moving…leaving-

“I’ll switch,” 1 smiled, moving to your side.

Team A: 8, 6, 4, 1. 

And thus commenced day one, where you and your team members gave it your all. Towards the middle, you stumbled upon 1 sat down, and 6 talking to him. He was taking a break on the stairs, and 6 offered to help him up. How noble. Just as they locked hands, 6 seemed to crush 1’s, evident by his groans and gasps for it to stop. You covered your mouth, team B appearing seemingly out of nowhere behind you. As 6 finally let go, he turned to see you all stood. 2 walked up, bumping into him on purpose after offering to take 1’s shift. He tried to decline but she’d already vanished. You jogged up the stairs, crouching in front of 1 and taking his hand in yours,

“Does it still hurt? Did he break it?” 1 timidly shook his head, and you helped him back up to his feet. 6 chuckled, staring you down. He had that surly look on his face, with that nauseating smirk. He was almost daring you to go against him, to challenge him.  You couldn’t take him up on that offer, this was way too deep in shark infested waters.

And then the cycle continues. Monotonous days of running with little to no rewards. Well, that was mostly your fault, buying anything felt almost trivial.

Until one day the chute pinged, and you stretched uncomfortably as you opened it, the stench making you stumble backwards.

“What the-?” you coughed, covering your nose with your shirt. crap. literally. A knock resonated at your door. You got up and opened the door, 2

She leaned on your doorway, a bored look on her face. You did not drop your shirt from your nose, “They just sent me… their feces,” 2 laughed at your choice of words.

“Feces… miss proper,” 2 walked past you into your room, leaving the door ajar, sliding the chute shut and sending it down, then turning to you, “1 was feeling guilty for not really running, so he offered to take everyone’s waste bags.”

“But his room is tiny,” you said, crossing your arms. “Where would he even sleep?” 2 shrugged.

“I can’t consciously send mine down there,” she replied.

“Me neither, not that you even gave me the option to,” you giggled as you gestured to the closed chute, she looked sheepish.

You cracked your knuckles awkwardly, and she sighed. “I didn’t mean it earlier,”

“Hm?”

“About not getting along. You’re okay 4,”

A shy smile tugged on your lips, and you nodded, “You’re not too bad yourself,”

Her eyes wandered down, and then a grin spread on her face. She grabbed your arm, bringing it up to inspect, pushing your sleeve upwards.

“Cute,” 2 referred to the dainty heart tattoo on your forearm. “Didn’t see you as the type to get ink,”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Trust me I'm not. My friend was very persuasive, we both got one,”

She snorted, dropping your arm, “Bad idea to get matching ones,”

“Yeah lesson learned,”

“You guys had a falling out?”

. . .  

“When i meant spontaneous i didn’t mean stick and pokes,” you winced as it pinched your skin again, sat uncomfortably on Yu’s bed.

He remained focused on the design, “This is peak spontaneity,”

“Spontaneous people don't use words like th-OW,”

. . .  

… “You could say that,”

You paused for a moment, “Are you inked?”

She smiled, nodding and rolling up her sleeve to show the ones on her forearm. She then turned around, pulling off her top to show a yin yang koi fish on her shoulder blade. You marveled at it, tracing your hands on the ink.

“Yours is so well done,”

“No offence, yours isn't,” she laughed, and you flicked her lightly.

“What’s this one mean?” you asked for the millionth time it seemed like, listening to the cool stories she shared that gave you more and more puzzle pieces.

You stepped back, and she turned to face you again, showing you more tattoos, on her bicep, on her collarbone, and side, giving you the winded tale of each. In the distance, you could hear 6 talking to 8.

“What a creep,” you mumbled, stepping back to lean against the wall, she rolled her shoulders.

“Tell me about it, him and 8 will appear in my nightmares,” she rolled her eyes and you snickered.

“Reminds me of the type of men to mansplain everything,”

She raised a playful eyebrow, “Have you ever had pool mansplained to you?”

You tilted your head back against the wall, “I don’t think so,”

She smirked, “Allow me then,” she pulled you off of the wall, and put you into position for imaginary pool, talking in a false husky voice that reminded you all too well of late nights and sleazy men.

You snorted, “Like this?” you fake hit it, and she made a show of whispering loud enough, “Atta girl.” which caused you to quietly scream in mortification, which caused her to also laugh, dropping her head against your bent body.

Just then, a fast knock and the swinging of the door brought your attention up.

You were all frozen in time for a moment, 3 and 7 stood at the door looking like they’ve just seen a ghost, and 2 bending you over with her shirt off.

This looked so bad. 

The sound of money being added lit the fuse of chaos, and 3 immediately flustered, tripping over his words and turning around to cover his eyes. You squeaked, shoving 2’s shirt into her hands to cover her, and standing in front of her. 7 stared at his shoes and closed the door.

You turned to 2 with a horrified expression, but her’s seemed less shocked. Almost… amused.

“Are you okay?”

“They’re such idiots,” she slipped the white shirt back on, and you embarrassedly passed her the jacket. You opened the door to find them both still there, 7 leaned against the railing, and 3 sat on one of the steps with his head in his hands.

The latter jumped to his feet, apologising profusely to 2, who gave him a pat on the back and walked away, but not before turning to you and winking with a ‘call me’ gesture, causing both 3 and 7 to whip their heads around to look at you.

Traitor.

You met 7’s gaze, then the ground seemed more enticing. Although in hindsight, you just seemed more guilty.

“We’re about to start laps.” 7 said with an emotionless voice. You nodded.

“Kay, thanks,” you walked down a few paces faster, not missing the quiet whisper of 3 going ‘What just happened?’.

The shift went as it always did, ascend descend, up and down, rise and fall, breathe in and out. 

By nightfall, you all stared blankly at the not increasing timer. This was odd, all that running for nothing? But after a few complaints, the seemingly sentient machine pulled itself together, and more time was added.

You decided to dine inside your room this time, too humiliated to face the music. You took a few bites of the rice, then a sip of water. Then you decided to leave the rest of the meal kit for tomorrow morning, with no 3 nearby to share it with, you could just have it for breakfast. Neatly tucked in a corner, you laid down on the bed sheets again. You really ought to buy a nicer stay.

You woke up with renewed passion for living, downing the meal and rushing to join them in the circle. By the time you stood to stretch, you felt your eyes grow bleary, and the air struggled to rush into your system. You groaned quietly, the world fading into background noise as you put your hands on your knees, trying to calm your rapid fire heart.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, your airways constricted and your head feeling far too light for good. Your legs wobbled, giving out underneath you and you continued to struggle for air.

“She’s having an all-” 7 started but was cut off by 5.

“She’s going into anaphylactic shock! She needs an epipen!”

2 was the one to sprint towards the intercom, and you could vaguely make out 6’s resistance to her before the world faded to black.

–

With a soft groan, you found yourself stirring again. Your head was pounding, your body felt frigid and it was far too hot in here. The memories of what transpired hit you like a train, and you sat up so fast. A mistake, truly, as your eyes struggled to grapple with the sudden change, you had to push the bile down.

“Lay back down 4,” 5’s soothing voice said, cupping the back of your head. But you didn’t listen “You were in shock,”

“I know,” you replied, voice quiet and meek. You tilted your head back, swallowing thickly. “My bad, wasn’t paying attention to what I was eating,”

“You scared me half to death,” 5 pouted, swatting your thigh in a motherly fashion, which elicited a few giggles from all around.

“Aw I’m sorry, I’m sure it was quite the show,” you said, feeling embarrassment well up. "It was,” 6 said, and he pointed at the timer, which read ‘forty hours'. "Brainy came to an epiphany. They want entertainment,”

AN: there's more interesting stuff going on in the next chapter TRUSTT

Taglist: @entr4p3

[vikkirosko]

👓 Cove Holden x Reader headcanons Height 🐚

When you were a kid, you were proud of your height. You were tall for your age, and it seemed to you that it made you more mature. When Cove appeared in your life, you were once again convinced that you were tall for your age. But you quickly found a way to use your height. You decided that you could ride Cove on your back. You were confident that you had the physical strength not only to lift him, but even to run with him on your back, even though you had never done anything like this before. When you first offered it to him, he was surprised, but looking at your enthusiastic face and burning eyes, he just couldn't refuse you

When you first stood up with Cove on your back, it took you a couple of minutes to figure out how to stand better. You felt that your legs were shaking, but you couldn't afford to fall, because your friend would fall with you. Cove anxiously asked you if everything was okay, to which you hastened to tell him that everything was just fine. After that, you slowly started walking. He was holding on to you, and you were holding his legs. Slowly, your pace started to increase and you finally started running, laughing and feeling like you really did it. Cove laughed too, succumbing to your amusement. After that, you often convinced him to take such a small gamble. It seemed funny, and as long as you could please him by rolling him on your back, you were going to do it

When you got older, something happened that you didn't expect. Your growth stopped earlier than you expected. You were taller than before, but shorter than most of your friends. It seemed especially noticeable when you were standing next to Cove. Over the years that you've known each other, he's grown a lot, and you were sure that when he got older, he'd be taller than his own father. Every time your friends joked about it, you sulked, but they, and especially Cove, knew you weren't seriously upset. But sometimes, looking at your thoughtful face, Cove wanted to please you, to cheer you up. And it was at that moment that he remembered what you used to do to cheer him up

When Cove offered to ride you on his back, you looked at him with mild disbelief. You knew he wouldn't make fun of you for that, but it was still hard for you to believe he was serious. Cove embarrassingly told you that you used to ride him on his back, and now it's his turn. His arguments and blush made you smile and you agreed, but you immediately warned him that if his legs couldn't stand it, you wouldn't be able to carry him. When you put your arms around Cove's neck and he started holding your legs, you felt him blush. It was impossible not to notice his blush, but you were no better than him, feeling the blush cover your cheeks. He turned out to be more stable than you were before and started running quite quickly, smiling. You couldn't help blushing and laughing. You didn't think it was such a funny feeling to be carried on someone's back, although you didn't deny that maybe it was because Cove was there

When Cove stopped to catch his breath, he felt lips touching his cheek. You smiled and thanked him for this wonderful walk, which caused him to blush even more. He started stuttering and saying that everything was fine, and you just snuggled up against his back, smiling. Cove didn't even realize that he didn't have to do anything special to make you feel better. He was already one of the main sources of your joy, which he didn't realize yet, but you wanted to tell him about it someday so that Cove would know how much you love him

[harleehazbinfics]

A day off without you.

A/N: i missed my goobers

--- Cannibal Chef!Reader m.list

You never took any days off, especially when you loved being by Alastor's side. So, what was the point if you took a break when you won't see him? Today however, you were left in the hotel without Alastor. When Charlie saw him leave the hotel without you tailing behind him, this left Charlie with a chance to kidnap you.

"Come on! Let's go to Lu Lu Laaaand!~" she sang wearing a duck hat and waving a yellow flag around.

You tilted your head unable to comprehend the situation while all the others just sighed and shrugged following her lead, pretty used to Charlie aggressively suggesting exercises that would help them 'get along better' however, nowadays they didn't mind it, they pretty much enjoyed each other's company, except for you.

You never really minded them. You always stuck by Alastor's side besides when he talks to them that's the only times you get to interact with them. So, taking the opportunity Charlie brought you along with them.

"Are you sure we should bring cannibal bitch over here?" Angel whispered leaning down on Charlie while you inspected the little hat and eventually putting it on your head with a derpy look in your face.

"Of course! We never really had the chance to talk to them since they're basically glued to Alastor all the time. I want everyone to get to know each other and get along," Charlie explained feeling sorry for you that you never got to experience any relationships aside from what you had with him.

Angel merely shrugs and replies, "You're the boss."

"Ooh! Ooh! (y/n)! Let's go on that!" Nifty excitedly points at the rollercoaster while her other handheld yours, like a little kid with their parent.

"Oh! That's a great idea! Angel why don't you sit next with (y/n) while I sit with Nifty?" Charlie asks holding Nifty by the armpits while the little goofball smiled.

Both of you shrug indifferently as you got on the ride, going on a steady pace to the top.

"Have you ever ridden one of these before?" Angel tries to start a conversation almost awkwardly.

You shook your head not even smiling like you used to when you're with Alastor, and answered in a monotone voice, "No, I'm always with Sir Alastor so I don't really have a chance to. Even when I was alive I was always cooking or playing around with Yuta."

He only looked at you sadly, compared to him you were clearly much younger when you died and spent majority in hell bowing to someone's will even if you were willing. You never had freedom to do something for yourself.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the ride finally started as you both plummeted from a grand height increasing his adrenaline. With many twists and turns, and lots of excited screaming from him and the back, he turns to you and sees eyes filled with interest and fascination.

On wobbly legs all of you chattered excitedly as you got done from the ride. Angel looks at you to see the excited look on your eyes and a small blush on your cheek from the thrill.

"How was it, doll?" he asks with a grin.

"It was... fun," you reply with a little smile and flushed cheeks.

He purses his lips from disbelief that he saw a genuine smile on your face. He thought that you could only smile if you were given the attention you wanted or when you kill people. But you were still young afterall.

The other also saw this exchange and couldn't help but be happy for you. So, they took you on more rides and made you wear more duck themed clothes and had wonderful times together where they saw you break into a smile or laugh multiple times.

By the time you arrive back at the hotel, Alastor waited for everyone by the balcony drinking coffee by himself.

He sees you from the distance laughing and talking to Angel and Husk sharing jokes and stories from the trip with one another. He smiles candidly seeing you enjoying yourself, however he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed that you were giving a smile that wasn't for him.

But he'll let it slide for now.

"Sir Alastor! I brought you some gifts from our trip!" you yell from below him waving your hand enthusiastically.

"Did you enjoy yourself, (y/n)-dear?" he asks appearing before you.

"Yes! I had lots of fun with everyone!" you smile genuinely making the group feel like the trip was worth it after all, ending in a happier note.

mini explaination here why i made reader this way: reader was a culinary student that pretty much dedicated their life pleasing other people that they thought that was the only way for them to be happy (e.i. laugh, smile, etc). that's why they poured their hours on Yuta and Alastor to feel validated. so i wanted them to have a connection with Angel since he's the only one who canonically has siblings, and i wanted them to form that bond for probably future chapters. that and i want to reader to have a chance at a real family, when their's abused them and all. that's all thankkkkssss (also they just hate Vox lmao, probably shift between she and they from here)

[winterzsurprise]

Tags: Breeding kink, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, he bites you. SMUT, NOT BETA READ, big dick Miguel (as always).

Words: 1.1k

I am so sorry it took so long @gracielukey :''DD, a minor subject had the audacity to give us three projects back to back. I hope you like this one tho. I hope I did your idea justice somehow :''DD

now I shall succumb back into the darkness until college ends, adios and have a great day/night everyone!

hermosa - beautiful || cariño - darling

Ever since you told him of your decision to carry his kid, it’s like a switch has been flipped on Miguel. 

On the days where work doesn’t overwhelm his schedule, he researched day and night for ways of increasing your chances of conceiving, from dishes of ancient or foreign origin to books from different universes, he read them all.

Diet is out of the question, if he wants you to consume sugar or meat, you comply and if you don’t, he somehow makes you do it.

Not that you can really complain when he's got the skills on par with an immortal chef who has cultivated their skills for thousands of years. There's a reason why Hobi still comes to inner circle dinners despite how loud his displeasure is towards the organization and Miguel.

He says it’s because he’s too lazy to cook or he’s broke but you all knew it was a lie.

There’s no questioning the plenty of times Miguel took advantage of both of your enhanced endurance as superhumans, though it always ends up with you tapping out from overstimulation and muscle aches after being bent and spread wide open under him for hours upon hours.

Hell, even days if your schedule allows it.

You don’t even wanna start on the strong musky stench of sex and sweat fogging the room nor would you like to address the copious amount of cum pulsing out of you to be cleaned later on when he treats you to a warm bath at the end of every session.

A monster, that’s what your decision your sweet husband has turned into.

He once researched about your condition further and came home with a renowned determination to prove himself unique and If there's anything about that man, if he's passionate enough, he'd do anything to reach his goal.

Which brought you to your current situation.

"You're never going to leave this house until I make sure to fuck a baby into you."

You pant, pushing at his broad shoulders as pain intertwined with pleasure rockets through your trembling body, shaking legs numb on your chest after being folded and manhandled by him for the past hour, forced to take every deep thrusts that feels like he's puncturing your organs raw.

It's unbelievable how he manages to reach heights thought to be impossible. 

"Fuck… Miguel! I-I can't…"

"You can take it, I’ll make sure of it."

A particular, deep thrust got you screaming and eyes rolling back as he hit your spot once again. He didn't relent after that, making sure to angle his hips just right before every push. 

As his venom slowly fades away, pain starts to ricochet inside you. You were tempted to ask him for another bite but the complaining aches in your muscles had you biting back the urge. 

It’s been so long since you’ve started, you wanted to rest, even just for a split second.

He halts mid-thrust, hands reaching out for yours to intertwine them before pinning your arms above your head. You immediately meet his gaze as if magnetized by it, Miguel’s eyes are dilated to the nines, void of the crimson it's supposed to be and the buzz at the back of your head grows at the sight. 

When his hand wrapped around your neck, your body stiffened. Yet the fear tightening around your heart only got adrenaline thrumming beneath your skin.

Even when he's triggering your senses, you only found the threat exhilarating.

"You're not going anywhere, cariño." The thrust that followed only solidified it. "Not until I fuck a baby into you."

The cold marble countertop dug into your back as he feverishly ruts his hips. You grabbed for life onto his hands while pleasure and pain tightly intertwined in your guts. The sloppy sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, burning your cheeks with embarrassment as you’re reminded once more of how much he’s filled you up.

Tears blurred your eyes as his pace only grew more rabid with every passing moment, head going light from the overwhelming mix of ecstasy and ache.

As if it wasn't enough, he pressed onto your abdomen and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while he groaned, eyes never straying away from your stomach.

"Just imagining your stomach growing plumper and fuller with our child… Fuck."

A shiver wrecked your spine.

Your nerves fizzled with the constant onslaught of dopamine, electric currents bounced from the top of your head and to the tip of your toes. It was too much, yet you yearned for one more, hips meeting his thrusts.

"Miguel, please!" You sobbed.

"Give it to me, hermosa. I want it all."

A sudden tightness in your stomach abruptly unfurls and you came for the nth time tonight, convulsing and pathetically writhing under him.

Your body immediately complained from the continuous stimulation it received, seeing the difficulty in your crumpled expression as your eyes mist with tears, Miguel slows to a halt, cupping your cheeks and you lean into his balmy yet warm hands.

"I'm nearly there ok? Can you do it, hermosa?"

His voice felt far, as if you were hearing it from the far end of an unending hallway but you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. As he slowly gains his pace, your back arches and you find solace in the crook of his neck, sobbing and whining into his skin as he pushes into you.

Seeing the difficulty scrunching up your face, Miguel didn't hesitate to bite into your shoulder, hoping to alleviate the pain as he worked up to his climax and you shuddered.

His venom made quick work and numbed the aches as well as the ecstasy. When you came for the last time that night, you didn't get the usual rush of euphoria in your veins, instead, it rocked through you like a shiver and a couple of sharp flinches in your legs.

You vaguely felt the sensation of his arousal bursting inside you before he collapsed into your arms, finally succumbing to the temptation of rest after so long and you internally celebrated.

"You’re not allowed to touch me for a day, you monster."

He laughed, it was light and despite the fog in your senses, it still sounded like jingles to your ears. 

"I'll make you your favorite later, is that enough?"

Confused by his word choice, you turned to the windows in front of the sink to see the signs of the rising sun peeking through the sheer curtains and you groaned.

It’s already somewhere around five to six AM in the morning.

You guys missed dinner because of his newfound determination. The dish you prepared after marinating the chicken for the whole day, now lay waste on the floor after being accidentally nudged at some point.

"You're going to clean that up."

"Not if we do it again.”