#I have stuff to do but it's all manageable

[cute-little-fly]

Fuck, I relate so much to this it hurts, but seeing other people have this same experiences makes me feel not so alone on this. I realized I have never told my story so I will use this post to do it.

This is how I felt most of my school and high school years, except for a few friends that I managed to do until sixth grade of school and high school. So, in my case I have had friends, I have known what reciprocated friendship is like and that helped me so much. But I have also felt that sensation of being apart from everyone else by an invisible veil. Is very sad. I would really wish that we could be able to have better education as a society.

Even with all its problems for me school was better than high school. I managed to drag some people on my special interests like ants and insects. We fed them in school and got in trouble. I also managed to make everyone in school have a tamagotchi because I was obsessed with them. They sold them very cheap in the corner store near school. But I had to suffer so much before that, and even after that I struggled to maintain and have friends and still I felt appart sometimes. A lot of students came to my school only one year because their school flooded, then, they went away and I was alone again.

I remember I had this one friend in kinder garden whom I clung as if my life depended on it. Then, on first grade she told me she wanted to have more friends, to go and run and play and that basically she probably didn’t enjoy to spend time with me. I let her go, because she wasn’t forced to be with me all the time and I didn’t played like the other kids and I understood that. But I felt so broken. Even after that I expected that one day she would come back and I tried to. I had some friends during that time, short lived, only one was very close that was the queer guy everyone else bullied. I pretended to be his “girlfriend” sometimes, but we were really friends. Then he was put in other section so we could barely see each other and we started to have other friends, but still we kept in some touch and I didn’t felt the same trauma and rejection than with my other friend.

Then, in sixth grade of school I found my real and first girls friend group, they were all new girls that came from other schools for different life situations. They were trying to make me forget about thar friend (we never kept contact but for years, I still tried to befriend her again and again) until that moment I knew that she didn’t deserved me. My self steem was so low and I still clung to her so badly even if she barely talked to me, and I didn’t cared that she didn’t cared how I felt. My new friends made me see that, so I ended being loyal to them because they were the ones that actually cared for me and accepted me completely. They were the ones that supported me with my ants and tamagotchi. I think that was the best year of my childhood.

High school was ok I guess. At least I knew by that time that trying to be someone I wasn’t was not going to work, and that I could wait until I found my people. So I went alone to the high school library every day to read and play board games alone. I had some friend groups before them but didn’t worked, and they told me that I couldn’t hang up with them anymore. Just because I didn’t wanted to do some performance in class. Then, I met my new friends group there, in the next year, at the library. They were from another year, so I could only see them in breaks and after classes. But, it was ok, better than being alone 100% of the time.

I don’t use this blog for much personal stuff, but here I talk about autism sometimes so I figured that from my other blogs here is where it fits most :).

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Woke up from the sweetest dream of eating ice cream with Jason in the middle of the night, both in our jammies hunched over a pint in opposite sides of the kitchen island and its just so special to not be doing this exact thing alone.

"There's something so sweet about loving and being loved. Knowing and being known. Especially by a man who makes every past moment of suffering so worth it if it's lead us to this." 🥺🥺

Late Night Desserts 

Pure Fluff ~1k words

It's late, the kind of late that's so far into the night that you can start to call it early. Your kitchen is dark, lit only by the dim street lights and the occasional stray beams of moonlight that break the clouds hanging low over Gotham's sky. There's the sounds of cars driving by, the faint whirl of a helicopter flying overhead, but it's all drowned out by the quiet giggles bouncing off the walls of your apartment. 

"Why are you even whispering," you stumble out between hushed laughs, voice barely above a breath as you point your spoon at Jason, eyes narrowing in accusation.

He grins, mock offense dripping into his quiet tone, "I could ask you the same question, sweetheart." 

"I'm whispering because you're whispering," you bite back, gaze leaving him so you can dip your spoon into the pint of your favorite ice cream resting between you on the counter. 

Jason scoffs, all teasing and playing as he reaches over to knock his spoon against yours, digging into the frozen dessert for another taste, "I'm whispering because it's still dark outside, and the walls of your apartment are thinner than paper."

"That's not my fault," You pout, taking your own bite of the ice cream. Your eyes narrow, but there's no heat to the action, not when the moment feels as sweet as the dessert you're sharing.

"Didn't say it was, doll," he hums, catching you entirely off guard when he reaches over the kitchen island to swipe his thumb over the corner of your lip, collecting what remains of the ice cream on his finger. His gaze never leaves yours as he licks his thumb clean, smile never fading.

He seems intent on knocking your world off center for a second time, because he speaks again, an easy grin on his face, like his words have no consequence either way, "You could always move in with me. Then it wouldn't matter how loud we were at night. Opens all kinds of doors, ya know?"

You think you manage to keep the surprise off your face when you answer (you don't), "It would?"

"Sure," he hums, jabbing his spoon back into the cartoon, it's the only sign that he feels even slightly nervous over the question he poised, "We could cook after eight pm without your neighbors complaining, blast music in the morning, and, ya know, if we ever get the dog you've talked about, it would be nice to have thicker walls."

His words sweep you right off your feet, his easy answer, the slight tension in his shoulders, all point to one thing. He's thought about this. He's planned a future with you, even if it's just coming up with small, mundane reasons on why you should move to his apartment. 

The realization steals your breath away, and it's only when his face furrows and his eyes start to dart over your face, searching for any clues of how you feel, that you remember you have to respond. 

"That sounds nice. I'd like that, " You say, voice melting into a different kind of soft from your previous whispers. It's a soft that's fond, almost reverent in the face of his feelings for you, the cusp of something more you want to build with him. 

The tension drains from his body, and his smile returns to something bright, something real, "Good." Jason lifts his spoon back to his mouth, face thoughtful like he's mulling over his next words, "You could move in anytime, you know. If you wanted. Half your stuff is already there anyway."

The ice cream melting onto the counter doesn't matter anymore, and you drop your spoon, letting it clatter loudly to the granite surface. Jason only has enough time to look confused and vaguely alarmed by the noise before you round the island to get to his side.

He tries to play off his eagerness with a nonchalant shrug, but you see right through your boyfriend. And suddenly, the moment feels so big.

The feeling nearly bursts from your chest. The warm, fluttery love that's so pure and right in your soul that it's nearly overwhelming. The idea that every path you've ever walked has led you to him, and him to you. 

He opens his mouth to talk, and you steal whatever words he means to say with your tongue. The kiss is sweet, so, so sweet. Sweeter than the dessert you were sharing, sweeter than anything you could tell him, sweeter than all the emotions fluttering in your stomach over just how much he means to you. 

Jason kisses you back with a softness that speaks to all the adoration he feels for you, dropping his own spoon to cup your face, to wrap an arm around your waist to draw you closer.

You only pull away first so you can watch the way his eyes flutter open slowly, lingering in the ghost of your lips against his.

"What was that for," he asks, voice so breathless and dreamy it nearly brings you to your knees.

"Just wanted to," you hum out, pressing a kiss to his jaw, to his chin, to his cheek. It's not a lie, it just doesn't encompass all the warmth you feel in your heart, the goofy smile you can't wipe from your face.

His dumbstruck smile matches your own as he squeezes your waist, saying everything he needs to say back with a simple touch. You melt into arms, ice cream, and quiet whispers long forgotten.

But you don't need to explain, don't have to elaborate. Jason knows what you mean when you press another gentle kiss to his lips, he knows what you're trying to say when you tangle your finger in his hair and memorize the feel of his body pressing against yours.

He always seems to know what you can't find the words to say. 

It's just a moment, just a stolen minute of peace as dark creeps towards day, but it's yours. Yours and his. Another warm memory to write into your story, another step towards something that feels like forever. 

The moon lights up your kitchen as it breaks the clouds once again, and Jason chases your mouth for another head-spinning kiss, sealing the promise of words unsaid, emotions that are far bigger than can be spoken into the calm, quiet air of the night.

[revelboo]

Idk if you know this but wasps fucking. LOVE sugar and honey. Its what the adults usually eat iirc. Thats why Wasps usually go after bee hives (for multiple reasons, the bees become food for the larval wasps, its basically an all you can eat buffet, its also getting rid of competition, ect)

Anyways. All this to say: Waspinator finding the sugar/honey and being like "What. What is??? Smells weird, like antifreeze a bit. is it antifreeze?? (bc fun fact waaaay back in the day Antifreeze actually had a sweet taste that was super dangerous bc ppl would poison others with it so a bittering agent had to be added but like, i dont think that would be a thing for cybertronians so theyre used to mildly sweet antifreeze anyways-) Then he tastes it and is like OH FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOOOO. But sadly sugar is SUPER BAD for vehicles like cars and stuff. So i imagine poor Waspinator goes on a sugar bender and then comes to like "Wha happun...." and hes aching and feels AWFUL, sprawled out in the barn, covered in christmas lights from someone else's house and SO much dirt and sand from like 6 different states and the human is just like "So. youre awake. Get up, i got the powerwasher. You're COVERED in dead bugs, youre not coming in my house."

Oh, I love this!

Worker Bee Pt 19

Waspinator x Reader

• Inhaling because you don’t have the energy to deal with his misguided ‘dating’ right now or even to try and figure out why he thinks that could ever work, you yank your hand out of his grip and he makes a noise of whining protest. But you can flex your fingers now even though they’re sore. Magic, alien bug spit. “Waspinator, sweetie. I have to report in to my boss and get some loan applications processed or I’m going to get fired.” And he’s just staring at you, head tilting. You’re pretty sure all he heard was ‘Waspinator blah blah blah.’ Right. “If I get fired I can’t afford food or my house.” That he’s pretty much trashed. “I’ll be homeless.” There’s a reaction, antenna back and wings buzzing. “You don’t want that, right?”

• “No,” he growls, wings humming and flaring out slightly. Because no one is taking little friend’s hive away. And you reach up and pat him on the cheek. ‘Great. So you just go watch cartoons, okay? And be quiet,’ you say, nudging him into the other room and he allows it, because you’re touching him voluntarily. Settling himself on the couch, he fidgets with the skinny control stick that makes the screen work like you’d shown him. Can hear you talking to someone else on the little screen he’s forbidden from touching. Why do you sound different talking to them? Venting in annoyance, he fidgets before slipping out of the hive to patrol. Too agitated at the idea of someone daring to try and take your home, his home.

• Somehow you manage to convince your boss that you’ve not been checking in because you’ve been deathly ill. Too ill to go to the doctor. At least, you pray he brought that lie. Catching up on loan applications, it’s a couple of hours before the quiet really registers. Maybe Waspinator is just being good. Watching cartoons. Teeth gritting, you can’t make yourself believe that. He’s got to be quietly destroying something. Or rooting up someone else’s azaleas to drag in your house to go with the other one. Dating. How are you going to explain to him that’s not happening?

• Roaming the property, his wings tuck close to his back against the cold. Heading through the trees surrounding your home, he moves in a widening spiral and vents softly when he leaves the trees and comes across a series of black boxes. That smell sweet. Circling one and toying with it, that scent is somewhat familiar. Sweet and cloying. Transforming he leans his upper body on the box and uses his mandibles to begin chewing through it to get to that delicious smell.

• Startling when you hear a boom, you inhale. Then there are several more in quick succession, you save your work and get up. Know the guy closest to you is a bit trigger happy, but if he’s shooting at skunks again and you have to smell a dead skunk for two weeks straight again, you’re going to- the house is quiet. Swearing, you run to get your boots and coat after realizing Waspinator isn’t in the house. Why would he go over there, though? The old man is coming out of the woods, face ruddy and wearing coveralls and slippers, a shotgun in his hands when you get outside into the snow. “Are you out of your mind?!” You scream at him, going with righteous indignation. And the old man hesitates but doesn’t lower the shotgun. ‘There’s a monster wasp. I saw it. Tore up my bee hives,’ he says, turning in a circle. “You’ve seen some whiskey. You even hear yourself? A monster wasp?” Feel bad as you say, trying to convince him he’s crazy to get him to leave. “Get the hell off my property before I call the cops!” And he’s scowling at you, insisting he saw it as you dig out your phone in threat and he starts moving. How much are bee hives? Because you’re going to owe him. Waiting until you’re sure he’s long gone, you head into the barn.

• Groaning and shivering uncontrollably, his head lifts when the hay he’d burrowed into is dug away from him. And his little friend has come to see him, eyes narrowed. “Waspinator’s frieeeend,” he drawls, feeling absolutely awful and jittery as he snares you with two limbs and drags you into the hay with him, curling his altmode around you, limbs grabbing on as you wriggle, screeching that’s he’s sticky. Very, very sticky. And feeling not quite overenergized, but close. Processor miserably buzzing as he rests his head on top of yours and curls tighter around your warmth.

• “Let go!” He’s back in his awful giant wasp form and he’s curling up like wasps do when they die. Is he dying? And he’s forcing you into a ball, legs drawn up to your chest as his thorax curls up. He’s humming now. Is he singing? Wait. Is he drunk? Arms now pinned to your chest, you can feel whatever he’s absolutely covered in sticking to you, too. Beehives. It’s honey. He’s covered in honey and dead bugs. And you are, too now. Why? Why is he like this? Legs shifting against you as he slurs ‘Waspinator’s little warm friiiiend.’ Wondering how long it’ll take him to sober up right as he makes a funny hitching noise and you’re thrashing to get away when he shudders and does it again. “Don’t you dare throw up honey on me-Waspinator! Don’t you dare!”

Previous

[meadowfics]

postpartum

husband!babyfather!kang dae-ho x f!wife!mom!reader

in a world where you did get to have your family, unlike what happened here

warnings: mentions of normal post-pregnancy stuff like breastmilk pumping. postpartum depression. dae-ho being ALIVE in this one and being the best husband to you and father to your babies <3

heavily requested in my inbox after what I posted yesterday LMAO

the weight of it all is suffocating.

you sit on the couch, your body sinking into the cushions as exhaustion drapes over you like a heavy, unshakable blanket. 

in your arms, tiny and delicate, byeol drinks from her bottle, her little fingers curling and uncurling against your chest, her slow, steady suckling the only sound anchoring you in the moment.

the babies tiny body is warm against you, her breaths soft, her features too much like dae-ho’s that it makes your heart ache.

normally, you would be lost in adoration, in awe of this little life you brought into the world. you would trace her perfect cheeks with your fingers, marvel at the way her lashes flutter as she drinks, kiss the soft long hair she inherited from her father. 

today, you are simply trying to hold yourself together.

your body is sore, aching from the endless cycle of feeding, pumping, and barely sleeping. your mind feels foggy, tangled with thoughts you don’t want to have, emotions you don’t want to feel. 

you love your daughters, you love dae-ho, you love your family. you would never trade this for anything. 

however, the love isn’t enough to make the heaviness go away.

across the room, seo-ah plays on the floor, a bright burst of energy that fills every corner of the house. she chatters to her stuffed animals, her high-pitched giggles filling the space, making everything feel alive in a way that you cannot.

“appa! look! teddy is dancing!” 

she exclaims, lifting her stuffed bear into the air, twirling it in circles.

dae-ho, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her, gasps in exaggerated excitement. 

“wahhh! so cool, teddy is so talented!”

seo-ah beams at the praise, her eyes crinkling as she twirls again, her joy infectious, her laughter like sunshine.

normally, that sound would lift you. 

normally, watching dae-ho be the incredible father that he is would warm your heart, remind you that you are not alone in this, that you have him.

today, it only makes the exhaustion worse.

dae-ho’s gaze flickers toward you, sharp and observant, even as he stays engaged with seo-ah’s game. 

he doesn’t miss the tension in your shoulders, the blankness in your eyes, the way your responses are slower, quieter than usual.

he gets up, making his way to you, crouching in front of the couch so that he’s level with you. 

“baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft, careful. 

“are you okay?”

you manage a small smile. 

“yeah, just tired.”

the marine’s warm, calloused hands settle on your knees, thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles. 

“do you want me to take byeol for a bit? you’ve been holding her all day.”

you shake your head, your arms instinctively tightening around byeol’s small frame. 

“no, i got it.”

dae-ho doesn’t push. he never does. 

he simply nods, but the concern lingers in his eyes.

after twenty minutes, when byeol finishes her bottle, you sigh, shifting in your seat. 

“love, can you do their bedtime routine tonight? i feel… gross. i just wanna shower.”

dae-ho’s expression softens instantly, and without hesitation, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before carefully lifting mini byeol from your arms. 

“of course, baby. take your time, okay?”

he doesn’t say it to make you feel better. he means it. 

every time, every single time, he is happy to take care of his girls. 

he never complains, never hesitates. 

he loves them, loves you.

as he walks away, bouncing byeol gently in his arms, calling for seo-ah in that affectionate tone he always uses, you make your way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you.

unfortunately, the moment you step into the shower, the relief you so desperately crave does not come.

the warm water cascades down your skin, but it does nothing to ease the exhaustion weighing down on you. 

the pressure is strong, firm against your sore muscles, but you still feel tense, wound so tightly that no amount of heat can unravel you.

you let your head drop forward, resting your forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall. your arms hang limply at your sides, the steam rising around you in thick waves. 

for a moment, you try to breathe…slow, deep, steady. but it doesn’t help. nothing does.

your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore.

your breasts ache, swollen and sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them. your stomach, still soft and a little stretched from carrying byeol, stirs something sharp and cruel inside you, something that whispers that you’ll never look or feel the same again. 

honestly, you cannot recall if you felt like this after having seo-ah.

you press your palm against yourself, fingers tracing over the faint marks left behind from your pregnancy, and you don’t know whether you love them or hate them.

a lump forms in your throat as your gaze flickers downward. 

your thighs, your waist, the curve of your hips—none of it looks the way it used to. 

you know, logically, that your body is healing, that you just brought a life into this world. 

sometimes logic doesn’t quiet the thoughts that get at you, that tell you you are different now in a way that you can’t come back from.

you reach for your vanilla body wash, desperate for something familiar, something comforting.

the moment your fingers curl around the bottle, you realize it’s empty.

your breath catches.

it’s stupid. 

it’s just body wash. you can use dae-ho’s. 

it doesn’t matter.

it does.

your hand trembles slightly as you pick up his bottle instead, the scent of cedarwood and musk filling the space. it smells like him, like the warmth of his embrace, like the shirts you steal from his side of the closet. 

you squeeze the soap into your net sponge, rubbing it over your arms, your shoulders, your chest. the wrongness lingers, settling into the hollow of your ribs like an ache that won’t fade.

when will this get easier?

the thought slams into you like a wave, sudden and suffocating.

your chest tightens, and before you can stop it, tears spill over your cheeks, mixing with the water streaming down your face.

you bite down on your lip, trying to keep the sobs at bay, but it’s useless. the emotions hit all at once, hard and overwhelming, crushing under the weight of everything you’ve been holding in.

your shoulders shake as the sobs build, as the exhaustion and frustration and sadness pour out of you in waves you can’t control. 

you press a trembling hand to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, trying not to let it get too loud and scare seo-ah from her bedroom.

no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you tell yourself to just get over it, to just be strong…you can’t stop.

the walls feel too close. the steam is suffocating. the sound of the water is deafening.

you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto the tile as you try to catch your breath, try to pull yourself together, try to remind yourself that you are okay.

you don’t feel okay.

you don’t know when you will again.

your body still aches. your breasts are sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them. 

the final straw.

and then—

the door creaks open.

you don’t hear footsteps, don’t hear anything other than your own quiet cries. 

then the shower door slides open, and suddenly, there he is.

dae-ho.

your husband.

your breath catches as he takes you in….your trembling frame, the water streaming down your face, the way you try so desperately to wipe away the evidence of your breakdown.

he’s not having any of it.

without a word, he steps forward, his black shirt and joggers instantly soaked as he pulls you into his arms.

“baby,” he breathes against your wet hair, his voice thick with emotion. 

“don’t do that. don’t hide from me.”

you break.

your hands clutch at his shirt, your sobs shaking your whole body as he holds you. his large hands cradle the back of your head, his fingers slipping through your soaked hair as he rocks you gently.

“i know it’s hard,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“but i’m right here. i’ll always be right here.”

and you believe him.

he stays with you until the tears slow, until your breathing steadies. 

then, gently, he helps you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you before drying you off with so much tenderness it nearly makes you cry all over again.

you don’t lift a finger.

he stands behind you, brushing through your damp hair before braiding it, his fingers moving with practiced ease thanks to his older sisters. 

he massages your vanilla body butter into your skin, his touch warm, comforting. when he helps you into your nightgown, his fingers linger at your waist, his gaze full of something so raw, so real, that it makes your breath hitch.

in bed, he helps you pump, his hands resting on your thighs, his presence a grounding force.

finally, when you’re settled against him, you whisper, 

“did they go to sleep easily?”

dae-ho hums. 

“byeol was easy, but seo-ah went on a five-minute rant about oreo ice cream before tiring herself out.”

you giggle softly, your heart swelling. 

“she really loves that ice cream.”

you don’t speak again until the question that has been weighing on you slips past your lips.

“dae…will i feel beautiful again?”

dae-ho’s response is immediate.

he pulls you close, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.

“you are beautiful now,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“you’ve always been beautiful. you gave us the most perfect babies. and i promise, baby, you’ll feel normal again. until then, i’ll be here. every step of the way.”

and in his arms, in his warmth, you believe him.

you will be okay, even if postpartum depression keeps trying to consume you.

masterlist

[jjsloverre]

need you

in which… babydaddy!jj finds out you’ve been going to your doctor appointments alone, and decided he’d step up for you even if you didn’t realize you needed him.

contains… angst, cursing, arguing, (reader is kinda being a brat), mentions of abuse, fluff (inspired by this) -ty anon (not proofread)

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hurt. he felt utterly hurt. jj knew you both haven’t been working things out like you should’ve. for example, jj sleeping with other women when you needed him, you purposely flirting with guys just to make him jealous, it was a whole mess.

jj thought he was doing good. he took you out, cuddled you, and all the good stuff but it just wasn’t enough.

while jj and kiara were talking, she accidentally slipped up how you’ve been going to all of your doctor appointments all alone. “yeah and she like decided that you wouldn’t sign the birth certificate or whatever.” that made jj snap. “fuck that! i want to be in my child’s life and not even some bitter baby mama is gonna stop me!”

“jj stop!” kiara pleaded. “she’s going through a lot, right now she needs support, even if she doesn’t accept it.” she paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “maybe… maybe you should just try and go to the appointment with her? she’d be extremely upset at first but as much as she tried to deny it, she needs you jj.”

“doesn’t fuckin seem like it.” jj mumbled.

the truth was, jj missed you dearly. he missed holding you and your baby, peppering your faces with kisses, and even cooking you breakfast when you were too tired. and even though he wanted to desperately be stubborn, he knew you needed him and so did his child. he got into his car and sped to your house.

once jj got there, he politely knocked on the door, bracing you to yell at him. you opened the door, beautiful as ever jj thought. he always found you naturally beautiful. “what jj?” he sighed, taking her hands into his calloused ones. “hi beautiful, i just.. just let me in. we need to talk.”

you shook your head. “i don’t want to talk.”

jj shoved himself into your home, and gently dragging you to the couch. he sat you on his lap, you squirmed and tried to kick him but he held you in place. “stop fucking moving and be a fucking adult y/n! i’m sick of this childish shit! i’m trying alright? i’m trying to be a better dad, a better man for our child, a better fucking man for you and your stubborn ass just won’t fucking let me! why not? why wouldn’t you give me a chance?”

“stop fucking yelling!”

“i’ll stop when you get it through your thick ass brain you fucking hurt me! you hurt me every time you go to a fucking doctors appointment and i can’t be there for you! you hurt me every time you talk about not letting be in my child’s life! you fucking hurt me every time you beat me down and make me feel like i’m my dad and i’m fucking not! i want to be your boyfriend! i wanna be your fuckin’ husband one day and raise our child together! i just.. fuck y/n i just wanna see you and make you happy. it’s all i want…”

jj’s heart broke when tears welled in your eyes. you were about to speak until jj shushed you and let you cry in his arms. “cuss me out, hit me or whatever. i had no right to yell at you or cuss at you. i’m sorry i’m frustrated and this pregnancy shit is really stressing me out. but i want to be with you and i mean that ok?”

“okay..” you whispered, your tears flowing down your cheeks.

jj rubbed your stomach lovingly as he rubbed your aching back. “can we come to an agreement?” you nod. “let me be the dad i know i can be. let me be the dad i need to be for our baby.” you nod again, not trusting yourself to speak. “how about.. i take you shopping? we can get you some new clothes and some stuff for the baby?” he asked.

“we don’t know the gender yet though..” you finally managed to say.

“i know, it was an excuse to put a smile on that beautiful face you have.”

“i’ve already gotten some things on my own though”

jj’s face fell as he registers your words. he should’ve been the one paying for everything. he quickly pushed the pain down and spoke soothingly. “it’s ok, we can get more and get anything you want.”

“jj… i’m doing you wrong y’know? i’ve been trying to make other people the dad because.. i just- i really don’t want my kid to i dunno be like you or you continue to hurt me..” you confessed, knowin it would break jj’s heart to pieces. but surprisingly he understood. “i get it, i’m damn near a bum, but my promise to you is that i will be better for you, for our baby, for everyone if you’ll let me. and i swear to my life i won’t take you for granted, how about i stay over and we can really talk? tell me what’s on your mind, all of it.”

you hesitated, it would probably be the most difficult conversation you and jj would ever have, but for your baby and his promise, you had to try. “fine… let’s talk jj.”

“ok cool!” he picked you up and walked you to your room, settling you both on the bed. “i’m sorry about our messages and shit… i felt terrible for the way i spoke to you. and even if you don’t admit it, i know it really hurt you and i need to make it up to you ok? let me love you baby.”

“you don’t know how to love jj!” you snap back.

you felt the tears flooding your eyes, and before you knew it; jj laid you on his chest and rubbed you while you let the tears flow. “i-i fucking hate you.” you manage to mumble out. but he just kisses your head “i don’t want you to hate me, i want you to love me.” your eyes flew open, blinking the tears away. he wants you to love him? why you? why you out of all girls? is it because you’re pregnant? “you can get love from any other bitch, why me?”

“first off, don’t put yourself in a bitch category ever. and second i’ve always liked you, the ‘no pouge on pouge macking’ just i don’t know fucked me up a bit and i starting sleeping with random girls to get my mind off you. but i’m done running away, i got yo you pregnant and i need to be here for you and my baby.”

“you’re just bluffing.” you sniffle. “i wouldn’t be holding you and lettin you cry in my arms if i was bluffing. i’m in this for the long run baby. i want you for life, you and our baby. i don’t want to miss out on any more doctors appointments or any of that.” he explained to you, in the most sincere way he could. “now give me some kisses pretty.” he pleaded softly. “fuck you jj!” you scream.

“baby, please calm down. please just let me hold you and i’ll leave you alone.” he pleaded softly once more. he placed a hand on your growing belly, rubbing you and your little one to sleep. “it’s ok sweet girl, i’m here… i’m always here for you.” you finally succumbed to the sleep and let jj hold you. “i love you baby. i love you so much and i love our child too, i hope you’re ready for our adventure, i’m excited for every step.” jj whispered once you went to sleep. not even realizing he almost confessed his love to you while you were awake.

jj carefully laid the both of you on the bed, and stripped your clothes off and put you in your favorite onesie, and laid back down beside you. “cmon baby, how you feelin?” you reluctantly snuggled against him, and stayed silent for a few moments. “feeling okay. now stop with the sappy stuff, i still don’t like you.” you say, your voice slurring with sleep.

the morning creeped in, you stir awake and you see him. the beautiful jj maybank, curled into your arms like he was afraid you’d leave. eventually his nightmare would come true, you would leave. but for right now, he’s making you happy, a sense of peace. he’s loving you just like he promised, the love you always deserved. jj laid awake and looked at you. “hi baby.”

“hi.” he rubbed your stomach to soothe your stress. “you really are an amazing human, and i’m so glad to be right here, holding you.” he pulled you up for some kisses, giving you time to pull away. when you didn’t, he leaned in for a kiss. the kiss was short and sweet, the most whole hearted kiss you both ever shared.

“lose all the hoes.” you said sternly. “and i’m fucking serious. if i even hear a bitch mention your name i’m done with you. do you understand?” jj nodded, handing you his phone. “have a ball baby. delete all the contacts and shit you want. from now on, i’m all yours and i want that too.” you took his phone, and deleted damn near every girl in his contacts. “are you sleeping with kie?” you ask. jj looked at you a little confused. confused why you would think he’s sleeping with kiara out of all people, confused on where she even came from, overall confused about what kiara told you. “kiara? no… why would i sleep with kie? isn’t she dating pope?”

boom. lying. “i fucking knew it! fuck you jj get out!” jj looked at you even more confused, the truth was, kiara wanted him and tried to sleep with him but he rejected her… to be with you. but he didn’t want to tell you, kie was your best friend and he’d rather you hate him than hate the girl that’s always been there for you. “uh baby? just check our messages, we haven’t talked at all. check anything you want or i don’t know something just believe me on this. i didn’t do anything with her.” you started to cry and hit him. “i fucking hate you!” you started to hit jj even more on a particular bruise he was trying to hide. “ok baby shit! quit it!” he screamed at you and forcefully stopped your hands. “stop fucking hitting me dammit!”

you stopped your movements, jj was dead serious this time. “i’m sorry…” you whispered, laying your head on his chest. “i’m so sorry. you have another one don’t you?” he didn’t answer, he just held the spot, away from you. “jj i’m sorry please..” you whimpered. “it’s alright. you’re mad and i get that.” jj said firmly. he didn’t even look at you. that’s when you realized you really did hurt him. “hop up. i gotta get home. old man hasn’t ate and he gets cranky and shit.” you stopped him as he tried to lift you up. “n-no… i need you.”

“sorry y/n but you gotta wait for a bit.” you couldn’t let him go. you couldn’t. you used all of your body weight to keep him down. “get the fuck up dude!” you held him in place. “you have to stay. stay with me. your dad only hurts you and-” jj cut you off. “you hurt me too, doesn’t matter now get up.”

“i’m sorry jayj. if you stay again i’ll be better.” you had to do right by him. kie was right about one thing. he is the sweetest human on this earth. “fine. but shut up about kiara or any other girl you think i’m sleeping with.” you nod, and lay down on his chest again.

“don’t ever hit me again.” jj whispered. it’s the most serious he’s ever been, you could feel the tension in the air. you really hated it. the fear in his eyes, the pain on his face… it was a sight you never wanted to see again. “i’m sorry for hitting you. can i see please?” he shook his head. “you ain’t give me the bruise so it ain’t your business.”

he was being rude, he couldn’t help it. you nodded, and turned your head away from him so he wouldn’t notice your tears. it was hard. you both couldn’t ever get on the right page anymore, it was starting to get too draining. suddenly, you feel a strong hand coming up to caress your head. “i’m sorry sweetheart. didn’t mean to make you cry.” you nuzzled your face into his chest, letting him calm you back to sleep. “i’ll wake you up in an hour and we can go shopping for some baby things. diapers and shit, then some breakfast.”

“breakfast first.” you said, your stomach stsrt to growl. “i want first watch.” you finish off. jj smiles and kisses your cheeks. “first watch it is then mama. take another nap then we’ll get ready.”

“okay, and i’m sorry for everything.”

“i’m sorry too.”

“ultrasound in 3 weeks, be there?”

“don’t gotta tell me twice. i’m there mama, always.” with that, jj peppered your face with those sweet kisses and let you fall back to sleep.

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a/n: THEY FINALLY MADE UPPPPP (for now) and this is a longggg one so hope u enjoy!

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[marlynnofmany]

Spice in Space

“Of course your food is a biohazard,” Zhee said while the security scanner approved our delivery.

“The label’s just a precaution,” I said. “Pretty sure this is mostly pepper.”

“Right, yes, the food flavoring that gives your meals the flavor of fire.” Zhee tilted his head, bug eyes looking at everything at once while managing to roll sarcastically. “Not a hazard at all.”

“I don’t mean the really spicy kind,” I said as the box slid out of the scanning machine. “Just the regular spices to sprinkle over eggs and whatnot.”

Zhee picked up the box in his pincher arms. “Right, because eating fire-flavored unhatched creatures is a perfectly normal thing to do.”

I laughed and followed him out into the spaceport. “It is where I’m from!”

“Absolute maniacs, all of you,” Zhee declared with a flick of his antennae. “Now where is that food stall? The briefing said it would be tiny.”

“Tiny and close,” I agreed, looking around. Once past the security checkpoint, this place was a riot of booths and pedestrians with an artsy wave pattern on the ceiling that seemed to dampen the sound. It wasn’t as loud as most spaceports I’d been in.

“I see a directory,” Zhee said. “Let’s just check that.”

“Wait, there it is!” I pointed to a little kiosk between full-sized restaurants. It only held enough room for tubs of ingredients, a gigantic hot plate, and the guy currently scraping food around on it with flair. The sign said “Earth Fry.”

“Of course,” Zhee said, moving toward it. “I should have just looked for the fire.”

As we maneuvered through the crowd of Strongarms, Mesmers, and miscellaneous others, the guy tossed the food with his spatula, caught it deftly in a takeout box, and handed it to the customer waiting at the side: another human. No surprise there. By the time we arrived, he was ready to greet us.

“Hello! Can I interest you in some Earth Fry?”

Zhee held up the sealed package. “We have Earth ingredients for you. Apparently they are hazardous.”

“Oh! Yes, thank you! That’ll be the hot sauce and other stuff.” He took the box and found a flat surface to put it on, then accepted the payment tablet I held out for him. “Thanks for being so fast. Somebody got a bit clumsy during the lunch rush and knocked over a few things. Paid for ‘em, but I can’t get all of these local.” He signed for the delivery while I tried to place his accent. Australian?

“Luckily we were just coming from a trade hub,” I said. “This stuff is straight from Earth.”

“Excellent. It’s been a while since I was home, and you can’t beat the real thing for spices.” He handed the tablet back.

“Very true,” I agreed. “Where are you from?”

“Melbourne,” he said while I congratulated myself on guessing right. “Still getting used to how little any of that matters out here. To the average offworlder, Earth is one place with one type of person.”

“And we’re all lunatics who eat poison, right?” I agreed with a sly glance at Zhee.

He spread his pinchers. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Hey now, the garlic is only poisonous to some creatures from Earth,” the guy said, pointing to an airtight tub. “And the onions. If you want the real toxins, the alcohol stores are that way.”

Zhee looked at the ceiling. “It’s like you all have a death wish. Or take pleasure in hurting yourselves.”

“Some of the pain tastes good?” I said with a wave toward the hot sauces.

At the same time, the guy said, “There’s a reason they call us space orcs.”

I laughed. “Do they still? I wouldn’t think enough people even know what an orc is.”

To my surprise, Zhee recited, “Mythological creature from your planet, famed for strength, durability, and lack of foresight. Rumors do go around.”

“I suppose that’s one way to put it,” I said.

“Nobody thinks that’s funnier than my family,” said the Australian. “I get no end of jokes about it. Especially from my mom’s side — she’s from the US, and thinks we all say ‘space’ funny.”

“Does she?” I asked. “Interesting word to focus on.”

“Right? She insists that it sounds like ‘spice,’ and I just don’t see what she’s on about. But!” He held up a finger and fiddled with his collar. “That did lead to my favorite shirt.” With a dramatic sweep of his overshirt, he bared a bright red T-shirt that said “Spice Orc.”

I burst out laughing. “That’s fantastic!”

“Mom was pretty proud of herself for this one,” he said. “Gave it to me for my last birthday.”

Zhee declared, “Appropriate. Entirely in character for your species.”

“And we even brought you spice!” I laughed.

“That you did!” he said, resettling his clothes. “Care to try some? The shredded beef dish is particularly tasty.”

I looked at Zhee, then turned back without waiting for a response. “We’ve got a couple minutes. I’d love some. With extra garlic, please!”

“Coming right up!” He spun his tongs like a gunfighter, and began tossing ingredients onto the hot plate where they sizzled madly.

Zhee just grumbled and looked put-upon, but didn’t object. I planned to make a big deal of enjoying the tasty fire-and-poison meal on our walk back to the ship.

~~~

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

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

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

[kawhh]

Ok listen I like stalker stuff and I will not be taking questions at this time. Quinn doing research and preparation before starting your forever (making contact with you). He learns that you're a virgin and takes measures to protect that for you. You buy a vibrator after being goaded by your friends to do something good for yourself since you don't hookup. Quinn during one of his "research trips" to your place takes out the circuitry so that it won't work at all, his hands will be the first to bring you pleasure not some piece of plastic. You buy a new outfit to try and go home with some guy, maybe that will get the ball rolling for you. When you get home from work you notice a rip in it you somehow looked over, and that kills your confidence enough that you stay home.

Safe space here! I'm here every day for stalker!Quinn.

He'd go fucking berserk learning that you have sex toys. You're really going to ruin your innocent with some shit silicone toy? You'd do that to him? Take that away from him? Your innocence is his. He gets to force his way into your tight little perfect cunt. He's the one who gets to stretch you out. To feel his cock squeeze through your walls.

No chance he's letting you keep anything. Not even if it's just for your clit. He wants you overwhelmed with pleasure from him only.

He's ruining the charging ports, stealing cables, whatever he has to do. You'll just think it's defective.

You manage to go on a date without him knowing beforehand? He's following you. He's threatening whoever you're with the minute he can. You go to the bathroom? He's sweeping in, threatening him and forcing him to leave you there. After the date? He's following him home. Needs to send a message. A good enough threat.

You go out drinking? He's hanging around the bar, making the bartender cut you off. He can't have you drinking too much, especially around threats. You might have a moment of weakness. Might take someone home when you're drunk. You'll be vulnerable and he can't be there to protect you yet.

He's checking your browsing history, needing to know if you've been watching porn. Needs to know how corrupted you've been before he's managed to find you. Needs to know what your kinks are. He won't let you do anything about it before him, but it never harms to know.

[fleuriion]

✦ General & Random Headcanons ノ Random hcs and little things that came up to my mind when it comes to them! ⸝⸝ gn reader ⸝⸝ featuring moze, mydei, dr ratio. ⸝⸝ wc: 1,196 ✦ Note ; the usual "beware of horrible grammar with spelling mistakes because English isn't my first language" ⸝⸝ might be ooc because I've only started writing about hsr characters in general just now ⸝⸝

♡ Moze

⸝⸝ Imagine a cat lover Moze who always yet discreetly tries to pet a kitty when he was lurking at the street but the cats always end up running away because of his scary aura (Jiaoqiu never lets him off the hook when he found out about this.) ⸝⸝ Secretly really likes and collects those tiny adorable plushies that resemble cats. He keeps them sitting near his pillow on the rare occasion where Moze does take a rest out of fatigue. ⸝⸝ Canonically enjoys cleaning and couldn't stand even the smallest of smallest dirt in his presence ever. Wherever he lives or resides in, it's super clean that you can see the light from the lamp on the ceiling being reflected by the floor. His place is super tidy and neat too! Things are placed where they're supposed to place. ⸝⸝ Following the third point, I see him using at least 20 shampoo and/or conditioners in a single shower to ensure his hygiene. Once his work is over, Moze would spare at least an hour and it's all for bath and his hygiene. In the case where he did finish earlier, Moze would use those time to ensure his place is still as clean and tidy as it was before leaving again. ⸝⸝ HATES drinking/consuming medicine due to his past. Due to this, Moze keeps and make sure he's always healthy. (His sleep schedule might be unhealthy though) ⸝⸝ Moze would follow you around from behind to ensure your safety. I know, it sounds a little bit creepy and weird from an objective standpoint, but he's doing that to ensure your safety! Really! ⸝⸝ Say goodbye to giving him surprise hugs from behind on the contrary. Moze's sharp and keen senses can always detect your presence miles away before you even acknowledge his near you. You can unfortunately rarely if not never catch this man off guard. ⸝⸝ Would leave you small gifts with notes on them. Stuff such as a bouquet of flower, or something that reminds him of you ⸝⸝ Moze is so underrated and adorable I love him <3 ♡ Mydei

⸝⸝ Do you think Mydei could braid hair well? I've been staring at his drip marketing for a while now and it makes me think about how he braids that little part of his hair. So yes! Would braid your hair if you ask him to as long as you two are not under the peering eyes of the public.

⸝⸝ VERY discipline and strict about especially his training, and being the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos strengthened this. Mydei would wake up early every morning to train and train.

⸝⸝ Headcanon that comes off very personally that Mydei is actually pretty good at playing chess, he just doesn't show it off all the time because he thinks it's not all that necessary. Mydei grew up in a region/nation that's all about basically war and tech that revolves around them (cmiiw.) Due to this, he pretty much has a strong sense of the strategization needed in chess.

⸝⸝ Dry texter. Like super dry that it's actually funny. Mydei doesn't see the need to use things like emojis and stickers because as long as it gets his messages across then it works for him.

⸝⸝ Good with kids. Mydei canonically had willingly trained a kid in Okhema. He's those typical gruff who's an enormous softie deep inside, except he just struggles or even sees it as vulnerable to express it.

⸝⸝ I could see him as those healthy mama's boys. Mydei had often gotten compliments about his looks, but utter out something like "I bet your mother is sooo pretty for her son to look like this" and he will melt in your arms.

⸝⸝ Has one of those punchable yet cute smug-ish grin. When Mydei managed to for instance get under your skin, he will have that stupid grin on his face that makes you want to punch him, except he also has enough of the charm to not make you want to punch him. (Not like you can anyway man's a beast)

⸝⸝ Probably has a sweet tooth. On a particularly hard day, Mydei will indulge in himself by having a bite from Golden Honeycake, or have a drink of Pomegranate Juice with milk. (Gosh love this man <3) ⸝⸝ Likes chaste kisses. The prince will never say it out loud to your face, but when he wants a small peck on your lips or just wants to be held by you in general, he will subconsciously glance at you and let his eyes linger a little longer on you, be it on the lips, or stare your eyes out. Give him a short small kiss on his lips, and the warrior succumb into your arms.

♡ Dr. Ratio

⸝⸝ Elegant yet horrible looking handwriting. By horrible, I mean they look like those ancient scripts that needed to be translated in order to be read. By short, we call it "Doctor's Handwriting" lmao.

⸝⸝ I like to think he does skin care as a routine. Be it due to his value of hygiene, or even irritable skin. He has a 20 step routine skin care I just know it (source: trust me bro)

⸝⸝ Also another one of a strict and disciplined scholar. Ratio wakes up every morning early to workout and maintain his healthy physique. He never leaves without tucking you properly and sneaking in a small kiss on the forehead however!

⸝⸝ No doubt will invite you over to bath with him. Not in any sexual way, just a cozy escape after both of your own rough and tiring day. Ratio will gladly help you scrub your back in the most gentle way possible. The two of you would end it by him reading a book in the bed while holding you close to his figure <33

⸝⸝ Ratio is a busy man and tend to leave early, but will leave notes at certain places for you (ex. on the fridge in the morning)

⸝⸝ Don't know about you, but Ratio personally doesn't say anything much about your relationship. But, he doesn't deny it either when asked. Once given the opportunity, will subconsciously ramble on about how he's graced with your presence and as your lover.

⸝⸝ Has a habit of eating fruits because he both wants to and keeps himself healthy. Expect the fridge to always have a space for some fruits in there for him to eat.

⸝⸝ Encourages you and makes sure you do eat healthy, following up from the point above. Ratio will remind you when to eat and stop you from work to make sure you remember to take a break. (I also love this man)

[frostbiteisthenewjackieshauna]

Lights, camera…oh

summary: making a sex tape with nat

warnings: modern!collage!au, smut/what plot, n!receiving, filming- obviously, bondage, strap referred to as cock/dick, afab!reader but no pronouns, very crude, I’m sorry if there’s anything else and i forgot it

a/n: this is a complete ovulation thought and is probably bad but i know you’re all a bunch of freaks anyway soo…also anon who requested the sister paxton fic/ oneshot, it’ll likely be out tomorrow. english isn’t my first language!!

word count: 1.7k

“And you wanna do this how?” You asked, a bit skeptical to her bright idea

“Well we could just like- set up a phone or hold it. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I’ve just thought about it for a while, so…” She said with uncertainty

You thought for a moment, your eyes narrowed as you looked at her. “Okay.” Slipped from your lips, your shit eating grin growing more and more as you thought about it.

At first you sure were hesitant, making a video like that was extremely risky, and it made you a bit queasy, knowing you’d be able to watch yourself in your most vulnerable state, as well as the fact that it could be a bit uncomfortable, managing a phone while you dicked your girl down. But honestly, it also seemed very hot. Just the thought of being able to watch all of it back while she was in class or at work was indeed more than appealing.

“Uh, really? Oh, cool! You wanna do it right now?” She stammered, almost bubbling with excitement, as much as she tried to hide it.

“I mean- sure. You want me to spruce up a little or something?” You asked, a little nervous

“No no, you’re perfect.” She said, before hurrying into your shared bedroom to get her phone, and a few other things.

After a minute or two she came back with the device, as well as a sleek black bullet vibrator, lube and your famous and beloved strap, along with her very favorite dildo. She prefers girth over length, you learned on your fifth or sixth date a couple years ago, when she begged you to stuff a fourth finger into her already very stretched hole.

“Okay so first we can just- put it there and later if we wanna do a close up or something we can pick it up.” She explained, already setting the phone down.

As she did, she walked over to where you sat on the couch, sitting beside you. “Don’t stress, okay? We can stop anytime if you want.” She said, though she didn’t have the chance to say much before you leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.

It was passionate, a bit of tongue and no roughness of your teeth. In seconds you found yourself leading her to wrap her legs around your hips as you softly pushed her down onto your sofa, which was thankfully for this endeavor- leather.

The feeling of her lips on yours was familiar, yet strangely exciting every time. You cupped one side of her face while you disconnected your lips from hers for a moment. You did it to catch your breath, but when you looked down at her flushed form, it was gone again. Your lips started trailing her jawline as her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it softly (for now, at least).

“You feel so good.” She breathed out, desperately trying to hold on to any thread of dignity she had left.

“Say it louder for the camera, baby.” You mumbled teasingly, smirking against the column of her neck.

She mewled under you, already rocking her hips upwards. She never was patient, always wanting to get to it right away, but it just made it funner for you to tease her. You finally pushed her shirt up, delivering a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her stomach before pulling it all the way off. She looked beautiful, really- already fucked out, even though you barely touched her.

“Fuck, stop teasing.” She panted above you, which was very much in vain.

You climbed back up, giving her a chaste kiss and slipping your thigh between her legs, also swallowing her little whimper.

“That good huh?” You teased against her lips

Natalie shamelessly ground upwards, chasing the friction that your leg was providing, so she was very much unable to answer.

“Sit up.” You instructed, biting your lip and moving over so you weren’t in the shot, and-

Oh.

Oh.

She realized exactly what you were planing, doing as she was told and teasingly dragging her sweatpants down. Her lower half was the part of her body the camera now caught, and she seemed to take control of it perfectly.

“Spread those legs, c’mon.” You said, brushing some hair out of her face.

Safe to say, she did part them, showing off a ridiculously big wet patch on her white cotton panties. You shot her a small nod for permission to take those off too. She dragged them down her legs oh so slowly, revealing her puffy pussy, which was directly facing the camera. The erotic sight made your mouth water, so you barely noticed that she threw her underwear somewhere across the room.

“Play with it a little, show me how much you want it.” You said in a low tone, and practically witnessed all her breath leaving her lungs.

She didn’t need to be told twice, her hand traveling south to spread her lips, rubbing her clit in slow, taunting motions. You cursed under your breath- sure, you wanted to tease her for longer, but it was becoming too much for you as well. So you got on your knees, pressing hot kisses to her thighs. Soon enough, you pressed a small one to her clit, making the girl suck in a sharp breath, and you shoot her a mocking glance.

“You’re such a good girl, Nat.” You spoke, inches away from her heat

“Oh, uh- thank- thank you.” She stammered, it was obvious that words weren’t her best bet right now.

However, you did decide to stop agonizing her, dwelling your tongue across her, licking up her wetness. Your lips found her clit, nipping the bud before wrapping your lips around it. Your tongue traced it softly as your middle finger poked and prodded at her inviting hole, just begging to be inside of it. She seemed to think so too, jerking her hips in order to get more and more.

You finally entered her, dragging your digit across her and curling it up inside her sweet spot. You could already feel her walls fluttering around you- but you weren’t gonna let it happen so easily. The second your ministrations stopped she let out a pathetic whine in protest

“Oh you know you’ll get what you want, do you really wanna cum before the fun even starts?” You asked, looking up at her, to which she shook her head and gave you an eye roll.

“Okay, then be good and lay down again.” You said, hovering on top of her immediately, guiding her hand to your belt, which she unhooked. She probably thought you would just take off your jeans and scissor her to death. Wrong.

You straddled her as you pulled your belt out of the loops, leaning down to tie her hands. She let out a soft gasp as you tightened it.

“Keep ‘em above your head, not much you can do anyway.” You said with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Over at the coffee table, right next to her phone rested the forementioned vibrator that you grabbed, bringing it to Nat’s quivering pussy and dragging it across the sweet folds. She’s usually not loud or all that whiny, but right now is a different story.

Under you, she made the prettiest sounds you’d ever heard from her. Her hair was mussed up and eyeliner smudged, making her look even more fuckable. Not that she wasn’t- almost always.

“I want you so bad. Fuck Y/N, I need your strap, now.” She whimpered, breathing heavily.

You chuckled softly- how could you deny her anything? She was definitely too cute to resist, and honestly- you wanted to see her ruined.

So you swiftly went off camera again, slipping your the harness on and tightening it. She was sprawled across the couch, rubbing her thighs together for any hope of friction.

You got back, hovering on top of her, before you could even ask her anything she nodded in encouragement, raising her head to kiss your lips.

“Tell me to stop whenever.” You reassured firmly, knowing it most likely will not happen.

The tip of the purple dildo finally entered her, and she seemed to be ecstatic, as if she’d been hungry for years and you were her first meal. It didn’t take long for you to start thrusting into her just the was she liked it- slow and hard. You reached for the phone, now filming her close up.

You were almost too excited for future you, getting to watch this when she was away, and sending her a little text about it so she couldn’t stop thinking of you. But hey- live in the now, right? And the now is fucking amazing.

Since you were focused on recording, she was fucking herself onto your cock, aching to rub her abandoned clit as her pleasure grew. You could see it in her face- her half lidded eyes and slack jaw.

Pointing the camera down, you caught, on video, Natalie Scatorccio’s cunt hungrily taking all of your thick dick and getting drunk on it. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds, chasing its twisted pleasure. Taking the almost forgotten vibe, you placed it down on her clit, finally earning an honest to god moan from her. Recorded it too.

“Pl- please please, I’m so close-“ She stammered out desperately, sounding genuinely scared for you to not let her finish. Now, you let the video focus on her face while she looked right at it. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Go on baby, cum for me” You spoke above her, witnessing her face contort in pleasure just seconds after.

And you wouldn’t let out, you fucked her right through it, probably rougher then the whole time. After she rode out her high, you pointed the camera way down again, slipping your strap out of her fucked out pussy- seeing at actually drip. You filmed it winking and stuttering for a few more seconds before cutting the tape off, unbuckling the harness, as well as your belt that was around her wrists and laying on top of her.

“That was fucking amazing.” Nat spoke out in a rough, raspy voice

“Yeah, really fun. Maybe you should do me next time, even it out.” You joked, nuzzling your head into her barely covered chest- mind you, apart from your belt, you were fully clothed whereas she, apart from her bra, was completely naked

“Hm, that’d be nice huh? But uh- Chipotle first?” She asked

“Yeah. Sure.”

[lumdays]

please notice me, prince!! ♡

au by @alli-ily << i've been meaning to join this au for a little while now hehehe

*click for better quality LMAO,,, sorry i have no idea why it's so fucked up but i did transcript the important stuff down here if you want

sir? dame? siyun (aka azul's worst nightmare)

"though they are very capable, they're quite unpopular with nobles as they tend to disobey even direct orders if they figure that there is a more efficient way to do things. they're also a little too honest for high society's taste."

siyun hails from far away lands, practically another world (hehe nod to them being a yuu). it is known that they have two younger siblings and that their parents are both well but it seems that they are no longer in contact.

...ashengrotto despises them (they give him SO many headaches, FREE HIM 🙏🙏)

some more stuff utc,, ARGHHH I BRAINROT OVER AUS LIKE THIS SO FAST💔💔💔 it's the evil manhwa lover in me

ALRIGHT SOOO.... the reason why i keep mentioning azul is because In My Head (please correct me if i'm wrong/you don't want me making up stuff HELPPP i didn't know what to go off aside that there's a bunch of kingdoms and nobles), he was accused/is suspected of embezzlement and siyun was dispatched to monitor him.

...they might as well be the bane of his existence honestly. embezzlement is likely the one crime he has yet to commit but with a highly competent knight keeping a close eye on him, it's gotten a lot harder for him to do anything that is remotely not outstanding-member-of-society material, which pisses him off to no end (...that's kinda just his own assumptions though LMAO, siyun does NOT care that much about the matters of some rich merchant,, unless someone gets hurt that is).

ANYWAYS. this made me think i should probably write down how they feel about lady ariya and prince shin

starting with lady ariya

siyun truly admires her resolve to clear her family's name. but they also can't help but feel something akin pity for her, the path she chose for herself will be long and arduous, especially alone—very few manage to walk out, head held high and pride intact. still, she seems like a promising young lady and siyun is a hopeful person, "i will assist you should you ever call for me."

prince shin (@liyuviq)

humble beginnings, big responsibilities. it's a bit presumptuous, but siyun sort of relates to the illegitimate prince. perhaps not fully—they never experienced Suddenly Being A Royal and sincerely hoped they never would, even in another universe. however, they can relate to the whiplash, the struggle to cram into a few months—no, weeks—everything the other nobles learned over the years, the stares, the whispers... they remember how it all felt, and when they look at their highness shin, they can only hope that they will rise through it all. "then again, i do know i am not your highness. perhaps you don't feel even a fraction of the dread that filled me back then—i would be very glad if so."

i hope i'm not overstepping 👉👈,, aghh also open for interactions for anyone interested hdhdhhdshd, i haven't checked the tag yet HELP

as for the hypothetical target of their affection,,, i fear it may be butler jade 💀💀........... I'M A SUCKER FOR BUTLER X KNIGHT ARCHETYPE 💔💔💔ALSO I BRAINROT OVER YUNDE 2MUCH💔AH AND quick lore rundown

i imagine their knighthood still stands in another empire—or kingdom,,, sorry my knowledge of the world building here is a little vague HDUAJHF. anyway the point is that they are skilled enough for the royal family themselves to take them under their heavy golden wing—until the ashengrotto accusations and they're given bits and pieces of their freedom back.

I'M REALLY SORRY MOOTS THIS IS JUST ME YAPPING ON AND ON..... but like this au's really sick‼️‼️‼️ tags - @heyhellohihowareyou @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @skriblee-ksk @sickle-stick @puowei @jadelover69 @tixdixl @nemisisnemi @angelwishess @theleechyskrunkly @chillygourami @bunniehunn @cheerleaderman UUUH DID I FORGET ANYONE.....

[dangerpronebuddie]

For the fic prompts - #39 for buddie?

I am so sorry this took me so long! 😭 Maybe these dorks will help you forgive me? 😁🩷

“This is more embarrassing than the time I fell down the stairs at the observatory,” Eddie’s patient, Maria, says with a self-deprecating laugh, watching as Eddie bandages her sprained wrist. In terms of embarrassing moments, a slip by the pool doesn't even make top thirty in the list of calls Eddie has seen. “My partner loves taking the kid there,” Eddie says in an effort to ease her embarrassment, realizing how the words sound a little too late. Buck's head snaps to him. Eddie resolutely does not look at him. “It’s so cute watching them geek out together, isn't it?” Maria smiles, a lovestruck look Eddie knows he wears regularly. “Yeah,” he agrees, recalling the many times Buck and Chris have returned home, excitedly discussing what they saw. “The gift shop bill, I could do without though.” “You try saying no to Chris' puppy eyes!” Buck protests. Maria chuckles. “Tell me about it. Axel has an entire shelf in his room of things he and his dad buy.” Eddie finishes bandaging Maria's hand and smiles. “I once came home to the entire dining table covered in stuff they bought.” “Again. Chris’ puppy eyes are my weakness! They're worse than your Bambi eyes,” Buck huffs good naturedly. Maria smiles at them. “Your partner?” Eddie clears his throat and Buck ducks his head. Eddie manages to smile and gives Maria care instructions for her hand and she thanks him before wandering away to find her family. Eddie can feel Buck staring at him. “Eddie,” he says slowly. “I know, I… slip of the tongue, that's all,” he waves off. “You… didn't correct yourself,” Buck points out, his voice carefully neutral. “I'm sorry,” Eddie says with a helpless shrug, “I forgot I was a single parent! But we kept talking and it… It felt so nice to act like…” “Like… what?” Buck persists. “Like you really were mine.” It sounds pathetic, and it is, but the warmth in his chest is worth it. To pretend, just for a moment, that he isn't living an almost of a life he really wants. “Eddie,” Buck says, his voice shaking. “I know,” Eddie says, zipping up the med bag. “We'll just… forget it, okay?” “I don't want to forget it,” Buck says, takes Eddie's hand before he can grab the bag and make a run for the engine. “I want to be yours.” Eddie looks at him so fast he thinks he gives himself whiplash. “You do?” Buck smiles and tugs Eddie closer. “I do. I have since… probably since you let me step inside with you; let me be your partner. On the job and at home.” Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been rendered speechless before. Trust Buck to be the one to do it. He’s dreamt of how he’d tell Buck for years. Now he can’t seem to find the words. Instead, he takes hold of Buck’s turnouts and tugs him closer. “I love you,” he says softly, watches as a wide grin spreads across Buck’s face. “I love you too,” Buck says, and if Eddie wasn't clinging to his turnouts, he might just float away. Buck leans in with Eddie, cupping his cheek. The engine horn has them jumping apart. “Be disgusting later!” Chim yells, his head out the window. “No!” Buck yells back before dipping Eddie dramatically and kissing him senseless.

Send me a number!

[lily-sofii]

Caleb taking your things Headcanon's 🍎

Tw (?): Caleb smelling used panties, stealing your things without you knowing, masturbating with an article of clothing (the more unhinged part is under the hearts), and Caleb being pervy and delusional. Also, first time writing for him, so don't kill me pls (I didn't even finish his story yet) Tbh, he's just stealing your clothes

• Lately you have noticed more and more of your things going missing. At the start you simply wrote it off as having misplaced them, who hasn't misplaced a pair of panties or a shirt? As more and more things go missing, the more suspicious get, but of course, you grew suspicious of everything and everyone, except the perpetrator.

• Upon his first visit at your place, after such a long time that he hasn't seen you, he immediately knew where everything was from memory. He knew where every room and every detail was. The first time, he didn't take anything, he simply soaked in every little detail to make sure next time he was around, he'd be able to take what he wanted without being noticed.

• Every time he came to your house, more and more items went missing. You have never managed to connect the dots.

• He kept coming to your place with the intention of taking more of your things, progressively taking more and more, yet you didn't even think to blame him for the things going missing. You have mentioned it to him on many occasions, and have been whining to him about needing to buy the things that have gone missing.

• It may have been out of guilt, but when you complained once again, he suggested going shopping together, buying you anything and everything you wanted. (Wether it's a thing that went missing, that you needed replaced or simply something that caught your eye)

• The first thing he stole was an old sleeping shirt of yours, that you haven't used in a long time. He didn't exactly know what he was going to do with it, since he knew it wasn't going to fit him, but he knew he needed it all for himself.

• The more stuff he took, the bolder he bacame with his pickings of what to steal from you. Sure, the first thing he took might have been an unused shirt, but lately, he has been taking your panties that you just used out of the hamper along with some shirts you wear often.

• Why? Because it still had your scent on it. Wether it be sweat or your perfume, he will enjoy it.

• No matter how many times you whine about your things going missing, he won't return them. In his mind, he tried convincing himself that he took your things to feel closer to you, to feel as if you were with him at all times. Lately, it has been a struggle to make himself believe it.

• Maybe if the only thing he did was keep your shirt as a pillowcase, he'd be able to convince himself it was because if he smelled you, he'd feel calmer to slumber. He'd feel closer to you. If the only thing he did with a pillow he stole from you was to hug it to sleep, he could say, it was because it felt like, if you were with him, hugging you closer to him, your scent enveloping him.

• But that was simply not the case. At least, not anymore.

• One day he went into your bathroom with the excuse of needing to use the toilet, but as always, he simply wanted to take another article of clothing that you threw in the hamper. Picking up a shirt, he put it in his backpack without you noticing.

• Upon coming home with his new prized possession he threw the shirt on his bed, putting on his payjams before crawling into bed. Just then does he lay out the shirt, noticing the used panties that were tangled in it.

• He looks down at the panties in surprise, reaching for them, considering just tossing them aside. But... when else would he get the chance to touch your used panties? To smell them? It's not like he was bold enough to simply take them.

• He grabs the used pair of your underwear and presses it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He knows it's disgusting, but it's as if his body was operating on it's own.

• Caleb grunts as he sniffs the underwear, his tongue licking it. He bucks his hips subconsciously up against his pants, his cock growing hard by the second.

• Pushing the shirt aside he reached for his pants, yaking them off, putting the panties in his hand, moving to touch his aching cock with them. And oh god, did it feel heavenly.

• There were many occasions where he was jerking off with the thought of you, maybe keeping a shirt of yours near to sniff it, but this time was diffrent. This time, he was using your things to jerk off.

• His groans get louder at just the thought of you knowing what he's doing, the thought that you'd be disgusted by him. He squeezes his cock with the hand holding your underwear, the cotton becoming drenched in his precum.

• With each stroke a wet squelch is echoing across his room, a loud groan following soon after. Caleb moves his thighs back against his hand, throwing his head back in pleasure, your name lingering on his lips

• Every so often he calls out your name, his cock twitching as he comes closer and closer to his climax, the panties sticking to his cock with how much precum is on it by now.

• With a few more fast strokes Caleb bites into his hand to muffle his loud groans, cumming on the panties and his toned stomach, his breathing quick and uneven.

• He tries his best to calm his breathing as he lays down In his bed, making a mental note to take more of your used panties, along with cleaning his cum drenched ones. (Even though he enjoys the thought of you wearing panties filled with his cum)

[revelboo]

Could we maybe get some more IDW Ratchet please? 🥺🙏

Sure!

Feel Like Rain Pt 5

IDW Ratchet x Reader

• “Height okay?” He asks, hands out but not touching you, just hovering close by. Ready to catch you if you fall as his spark constricts watching you lean your weight on the makeshift crutch Wheeljack had fashioned for you at his request. Take a wobbly step. With your other arm also hurt, you can only use one for now and you offer him a tired smile before your jaw grits and you manage another slow, awkward step.

• You’ve barely hobbled three steps and you’re already shaking, sweat beading on your skin as your body screams at you to stop. The leg won’t take your weight at all, yet. Probably needs a cast. “Yeah. It’s good.” And there’s your stomach, pain sliding into the threat to throw up if you don’t take it easy. “Think I overdid it.” And those gentle hands cup you, easing you carefully down among the nest of blankets he’s made you. “Thanks.”

• “There’s no need to push yourself,” he mutters gruffly as you just slump backwards in your nest and taking a deep, shuddering breath. Understands, though. If it was him, he’d be trying to get up and about. There’s always so much to do and he doesn’t have the time to take care of himself and everyone else. Watches your breathing even out as you swallow convulsively, eyes shut. Venting, he reaches to flip your hair away from your face and you catch his servo with your good hand.

• “I’m a terrible patient, huh?” Amused as he just freezes at your touch, you guess you’d be a little freaked out about a teeny, little injured person under your care, too. Someone small enough you could pick them up in one hand. “I know you have other stuff to do besides worry over me,” you add, letting your hand slide off of his servo. You’ve been watching him, the way he’s always in motion like he can’t stop. And the times he does, his servos faintly tremble. He’s told you little bits and pieces. That his people are at war. That they crash landed here and are in hiding now. And that they need to remain secret.

• Rumbling softly, he wets a cloth and pinches it between his servos, dabbing at your forehead as you look up at him. “It’s quiet right now,” he growls. “As long as Wheeljack doesn’t blow himself up, I don’t have anything more pressing to tend to.” And it’s guilt making him dote on you, because he should have entrusted your care to your own kind, but he’d found you. Pulled you broken and bleeding from the wreck and if he took you in, he’d never have known if you’d survived. Your life would have been out of his hands and maybe, the human medics would have fought for you. Saved you and took care of you, but you’d needed him and he hadn’t been able to just give you to someone else and hope for the best.

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[artdisease]

nerdjo (nerd gojo) hcs

reposting stuff from twt + google docs, i'm still here w/ this nerdy lovable fella

nerdjo studies in either physics, something science related along w/ combining math as his major (or maybe both physics and math, pretty much as a quantitative analyst in a way)

he'd be the one w/ both the brains and the looks (he may not know this), he'd be smug over what he knows and the more knowledge he has despite being a huge flustered mess over his crush (aka you, y/n.)

his room would be filled w/ his digimon collection, figurines, posters plastered up on the walls that contain his interests, whatever he's studying in, motivation type stuff, pretty much anything to make it cool and cozy for him.

nerdjo helps you out w/ studying that he becomes your tutor on the subject you desperately need help in (+ failing at the same time)

nerdjo would also be the type to give you a mini test on your knowledge, juuuuust to make sure you were paying attention to what he was saying (mind you, he knows a lot more about) so it'd be his own version of trivia night but it's the subject at hand, if you get it correct, he rewards you w/ something of his choosing. if you get it wrong, he'd get all cocky while poking fun at you in the most playful way imaginable.

he'd get flustered when he gets the chance to see you (almost all the time for the study sessions) that his glasses practically almost fall off however does manage to put them back on in the right place

!! especially when you try pretty much anything and i mean ANYTHING to get him to react like this such as giving him sweet kisses, wrapping your arms around him while he's trying to explain how to solve the problem at hand, cupping his face gently, etc., he tries to contain himself during these sessions to the point of becoming nervous/embarrassed from it that you find it adorable that you'd want to do that more often.

also on the topic of him trying to remain calm in front of you, he'd do the same thing over the possibility of doing something way more intimate w/ you than just holding hands, hugging, kissing, that sort of stuff. he'd also jolt from the touch of your fingers on his neck to the point of his whole body shivering.

he'd focus so much on what's he reading about, studying or rather what's in front of him while he's sitting (especially w/ having his legs crossed over or stretching out), having the pencil tucked between his ear or placing it in his mouth, even readjusting his glasses from time to time as well, however forgets and almost lets them fall off before picking them up.

nerdjo also gets eyebags due to the amount of studying, assignments, homework and projects and lack of sleep he has to the point that he ends up falling asleep at his desk w/ the book replacing a pillow instead.

he definitely has a sleeper build, he reveals it to you after walking through the rain w/ him to where you'd end up in his room filled w/ merchandise of his interests, it'd feel like you witnessed a sculpture come to life.

MORE NERDJO STUFF HOORAY!!

nerdjo as your boyfriend would be super sweet + caring towards you, still helping you w/ assignments and study for exams. he'd take you on dates to the aquarium, the arcade, any sweets shop for that matter, just to make the two of you happy and to have some relief from all the schoolwork.

(i'll include this last one unless if i edit it out but i'd like to introduce you to dark academia!gojo from june of 2024)

dark!academia gojo would have an entire library that have shelves filled w/ so much classic literature along w/ poetry and writing, for instance, if you asked him if he had this or that, he'd immediately have it while casually holding it in his hands while you're describing it to him like he knows, he sees and reads all...

[utilitycaster]

So in all seriousness actually I do think Gelidon manages to be a fantastic recurring threat, as opposed to villains who lost their luster before the end (if there was one) like Delilah, Ludinus, and Otohan, for a couple of reasons.

The first is that the Mighty Nein's first encounter was both a threatening/antagonistic one and one that did not strictly require any violence. I was reading about the one-hit-point dragon concept, (worth checking the links in that article, specifically the original 16-hit-point dragon concept) and that encounter is a great example! They have a specific goal. They know how far they are from achieving it. They are incentivized to take their time and investigate - which serves as RP time and an opportunity for more details to come to light; the Mighty Nein in particular did a lot of full-party library visits where a few people would research the dragon and others would research something else, leading to incredible lore and worldbuilding. Knowing the problem (how do we get a dragon to breathe on this metal without dying) means they consider creative solutions, and those solutions require them to work together, strengthening relationships. I like combat in D&D - but the Gelidon encounter works both within the context of the campaign and as a mini story in and of itself, rather than just a battle.

Gelidon returns much later, bearing a grudge the party did not know she had (though I'm sure they suspected), and not only is it a complete surprise and random encounter; it's a puzzle again! They do not need to defeat her; they just need to get away (with the added complication of a flying enemy and the not-entirely-allied Tomb Takers).

Gelidon's motivations are simple and honestly deserved (they did bother her and steal her stuff) and she doesn't overstay her welcome. Combat with her is consistently dynamic and challenging and doesn't feel like just chipping away at hit points. She shows up twice and both of those times matter; compare to Delilah and Ludinus, who feel at times like obstacles thrown in the path simply to have an obstacle, rather than to tell a story (literally why did Ludinus care about the shards.) And at the same time, her remaining free doesn't feel bad! She's a dragon that they bothered who holds a grudge, but she's not trying to destroy the entire world about it.

I know this post was a joke, but really, of the surviving recurring villains? Gelidon is in fact the narratively strongest option.

[cloversnstrawberries]

oc intro post ! ! older brother!platonic yandere!80s slasher

masterlist | requests open !

warnings; yandere behavior, possessiveness, overprotective behavior, mentions of murder, violence, serial killings, and past bullying of reader; manipulation, kidnapping, imprisonment, delusions (zachary thinks he's just protecting you), mental instability, and there might be more i forgot :(( if so, please let me know if i should add!!

additional notes; i'm very tired right now, but i just had to get this out of my system,,, here is the next runner up from the poll, Zachary!! i don't know what else to say. uh. go subscribe to dead meat !!! also i hope u enjoy :)

! ! introduction blurb & moodboard below the cut ! !

Sometime around the mid-1980s, in a small town right dab smack in the middle of the American Midwest; resided you and your family, consisting of you, your mom, your dad, your family dog--

And your older brother, Zachary. By all accounts, he was the quintessential all-american teen. It was almost like he was ripping right from the sitcoms and various movies and TV that followed high schoolers.

...Except for one teensy little detail, that if discovered, would shatter his entire persona. All he was would be brought into question-- for good reason, he supposes, but that doesn't make it any less annoying to think about the possibility of his secret being outed.

That being the fact he was the Fools Killer-- I mean, no one would suspect Zachary! You'd have to be crazy to accuse him of being the maniac going around in a jesters costume, killing people with no obvious rhyme or reason.

You'd be right, but you'd still be crazy. Zachary wouldn't do something like that! He was a kind, caring, and popular guy. He was the kind that'd help you pick up books after spilling them in the hallway, or pay for his friends if they couldn't afford food at the moment.

He was your brother, and he was a great one at that. The part where he (noticeably) differed from the depictions of his kind of small-town golden boy, was that he wasn't cruel to you at all.

If anything, he was so nice to you that people questioned it. How could siblings be so close? Sure, you fought-- just like everyone else did. Fought over stupid stuff, like your brother pouring himself a 1/2 gram more of soda than he poured you, or for a spot on the couch;

Normal stuff. But other than that, you didn't really butt heads. No mocking, no mean-spirited teasing, or purposeful humiliation.

He was, however, very protective of you. At first it was manageable, when you were younger-- still was, to an extent. It all hit a head about a year ago, when he yelled at you for not telling him you were getting picked on. That he would've dealt with it, before you got the big blackeye you'd come home with.

That was the one and only time he ever yelled at you.

The boy who gave you that black eye disappeared shortly after-- and is commonly thought of as the first victim of the Fools Killer. You don't make the connection, even as more and more people disappear around you; people who dared to slight you,

Who dared to slight Zachary's precious little sibling.

He thought of it as... pest control, really. These people weren't going to go anywhere in life anyways, with how they treated you.

Really, you were the most precious thing on Earth to Zachary-- he refused to believe that it wasn't simply fact. It slipped his mind that everyone else was so stupid, unable to see how brightly you shined.

he was just protecting you, is all-- and it relieved his stress as well. He felt bad for snapping on you, he really does; but it'd been so cathartic to deal with the little shit himself,

It's for your own good, that he's secretly become Fools Killer. He's just protecting you-- both from others, and from him ever yelling at you again. You didn't deserve it.

It's for your own good that he keeps you in the dark as long as possible-- but when, eventually, his clever little sibling figures out Zachary's little 'hobby', or walks in at a less-than-ideal time;

Well, it's hardly his fault if he has to take you somewhere else, so he can take care of you. You don't need anyone else. He's always been here for you-- more than your parents, in his mind.

besides, he's a pretty damn good actor. He was practically born ready to play the part of a grieving brother, doing all he can to try and find his missing little sibling; afraid that they too had ended up as a victim of the recent killings.

Knowing damn well where you were, kept safe and sound in a little shed/hangout you two's dad had built Zachary when he was younger, as a place to escape from it all.

It was surprisingly easy to make into a living space for you-- and even easier to lock it down, lock you down, and make sure you can't leave.

it's all for your own good, after all! He knows the phrase usually goes mother knows best... but he's sure whoever invented the saying wouldn't be too mad if he altered it to fit his purposes, right?