#I heard somewhere you can even boil them but then you put it in water in the microwave

[kaluawoo]

One of my headcanons is that since Tsubaki was locked up for like 180 years, he doesn't always know the dos and donts of modern appliances, this means that le regular forgets that he shouldnt put metal or eggs in the microwave.

He also almost tried to get something out of a toaster via silverware but Shamrock stopped him in time

Momrock strikes again!

Iirc on Tanaka Box in Servamp Quest, if you put Higan and Sham in a party together, Sham scolds Higan for leaving his cigarette butts in some glass he was using as an ashtray because he was worried Tsubaki might drink the cig butts so that checks out.

[itsprashimusic]

Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me

Summary - You love to cook, and Lando loves to help, but this time it goes sideways.

Pairings - Lando Norris x fem!Reader

Warnings - minor injury, reader has good relationship with parents, reader is same age as Lando, fluffy.

W/C - 1.4k

A/N - my first fic for f1 lets gooo Happy reading<3

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 It was the end of a triple header meaning that now you had a break you were craving. The Monday meetings were done with, you and Lando were on the flight back to your Monaco apartment. The exhaustion caught up with you and the both of you were out within seconds of your heads hitting your pillows. 

It was now a Tuesday night. There was some music playing in the living room, Lando was somewhere in the house, and you were in the kitchen. You wouldn’t call yourself a chef, but you loved to cook and learn new recipes. Travelling the world with Lando made it so that you would not get to cook very often, so when you did get to cook you would take the chance.

You sat on the counter contemplating what to cook. Before you shifted to Monaco your mom had written out a recipe book for you with all different kinds of recipes which she had found and curated to your and your family's taste and liking. So you sat on the counter, reading through the fat book.

"Babe, what do you wanna eat?" you yelled to Lando, your eyes still focused on the book. You didn't get a reply, but 5 seconds later he walked into the kitchen. "I'm not really sure," he said while walking up to you. He walked in between your legs and tilted the book in your hands so that he could read it.

"Oo, how about spaghetti? You always say how you wanted to make it." He said and pointed to it. "By that I meant making it from scratch. It is too late to do that." you reply and turn the page.

"Then just boil the spaghetti we have and make the sauce." The excitement in your eyes when you heard him say that made him chuckle. You got off the counter and began rummaging around the kitchen looking for all the ingredients. "Red sauce?" "Red sauce" he confirms. You get out the tomatoes, chillies, garlic, herbs and spices while Lando takes out the spaghetti.

You give him the simple task of watching the pasta boil and reminding you when it was 20 minutes. He dutifully did his task and even drained the water and left the spaghetti in the colander. It was getting late and the two of you were growing hungrier, but knew that the food would be worth the wait.

While waiting for the boiled tomatoes to cool you were cutting some onions and garlic. "Can you get the grinder out?" you asked Lando. He was a bit deep in thought, so only hummed before retrieving the asked for item. "What are you thinking about?" "I could've overtaken Russel at turn 14." he said.

"Baby, it's ok," you abandoned the half cut onions and wiped your hands. You walked over to Lando and gently made him look at you, "Could you have done something then? Yes. Can you do anything about it now? No. It's no use dwelling on something that can't be changed. The best you can make of it, is to be aware of it and try and avoid repeating it in the future. Hmm?" you hummed at the end with a nod. Lando looked at you and nodded along.

To get his mind off of the last race you got him to make good use of his muscles and crush some dried chillies. The cooking went on. You peeled the tomatoes, put them in the grinder and set up the wok on the stove. Lando was slicing some pieces of soft chicken which he wanted you to add in the sauce.

The sauce was half ready when you turned the gas off and went to the sink to wash your hands. "Is it done?" he asked you. 'No' you told him and dried your hands, "It still has some chunks which didn't get ground." This is where your casual Tuesday night took a turn.

Lando, being the muppet he is who can't cook, poured the chunky liquid into the grinder bowl, covered it and put it on the machine. You then faced him and saw what he did. But you did not have enough time to tell him to not do what he was about to do.

He turned the knob and within less than a second the hot tomato sauce spewed out of the bowl and all over you, Lando and your cosy kitchen.

You would expect that a formula 1 driver's quick reflexes would not just be limited to when they are driving. But if you saw the scene inside Lando and his girlfriend's kitchen on a Tuesday night after a triple header, you would be greeted with quite the opposite. The once clean kitchen was now covered in red food. You and Lando were covered in near-boiling hot pasta sauce.

When the sauce spewed out, Lando's first reaction was to let out a slightly high-pitched scream and you quickly turned the loud nightmare-like-sounding machine off. Neither of you said anything, you just looked around the kitchen, taking in the mess, processing what happened, and slowly registering the pain you felt where the sauce lay on your bare skin.

Thankfully most of the spilt sauce got on your t-shirts and not on either of your faces, but some did reach your arms. Lando was the first to say something "Ow, that hurts, that's-that's starting to burn, ouch." Without wasting much time, you grabbed his arm and took him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on, "keep your arm under the water. Do. Not. Move."

You went to the sink and shed your tomato-covered top and left it there. You got Lando to do the same and then joined him by putting your own, now slightly burnt, arms under the spray of cold water. "Baby, why did you start the grinder with a hot liquid inside of it?" you asked him, your voice soft and full of concern, "I'm not mad, just wanna know why."

"You said you had to grind it." His voice sounded broken, you wanted to hug him tight and never let go. "Lan, you have to wait till it has cooled down. The steam inside created pressure which caused the lid to pop open and the sauce to scatter everywhere." He just gave a quiet 'oh' in response.

"How much of your arm got burnt?" you asked and he showed you the parts which hurt. You left the bathroom and came back with two handkerchiefs and ice packs. With the help of rubber bands you secured the ice packs to his forearms. "Where are you going?" he asked when the two of you changed your clothes.

"To clean the kitchen and salvage whatever is left of the sauce."

"Let me help, please."

How could you say no to that face he was making? After some back and forth he got you to also attach an ice pack to your forearm. you grumbled but nevertheless allowed him to take care of you.

You both clean in silence. He cleaned the counter, cupboards and the grinder while you cleaned up the floor where most of the sauce got. 10 minutes later the now salvaged sauce was on the gas with the chicken in and almost ready to eat.

Lando got out two plates and served you both some spaghetti. Your stomach rumbled, which made him giggle. The two of you quickly began laughing. Some people process and handle things by crying, some yell, some throw things around the house and some just sit in silence and wallow and wither away. But you had a different way of coping with emotions and stress. By laughing. That was one thing you and your boyfriend had in common. You both would laugh to process things.

It was kind of the reason the two of you got together in the first place.

Soon the sauce was ready and was severed. You both took your plates and forks and sat on the couch, something ready to play on the TV. The ice packs had come off by then, but Lando insisted on wrapping the cold napkin around the red part of your hand which was not covered in ice earlier.

He finished wrapping your arm and you leaned forward to kiss his nose. Before you could reach though, his lips caught yours in a short but sweet kiss. You both ate your spaghetti and watched what was playing on the TV, occasionally making comments about it here and there.

"Babe"

"Yea?"

"Next time, maybe leave cooking to me?"

"I’m with you a 100 percent on that one" 

A/N - this fic came to be because I read a lando fic where reader was eating chicken pasta and decided to cook spaghetti for the first time and ended up burning myself(dw i'm fine, the burn was very minor)

Hope you enjoyed reading<3

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IX)

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader

Word count: 2.3k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings for this chapter: some spoilers and references to S4 and Gen V, mentions of sex, mentions of kindaping, so much lying from these fuckers!!

Notes: idk who's still interested on this crap because my original drafts went to hell once S4 dropped (but also my fault i was waiting for that lol), anyway I'll try to be consistent with this is giving me nightmares i swear. thank you if you're still here 😭

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And if it wasn’t much worse, there he was still, lying down on the other side of the mattress, sleeping and snoring like a stray dog you just took in to protect him from the dangers of the night. Who would have thought? But you wanted this. You fell for it eventually. And you didn’t give a single shit about it, not yet. It was great, you had to admit that. In the end, Ben was right, he could fuck pretty good and could bark about that with good reasons.

Part IX: Nobody’s Business

Rolling on your side of the bed, your eyes fluttered open. There was a warmth coming from the mattress, one that you were not used to every time you woke up. That side always came up empty, but then your mind replayed the memories of last night's events. The small and soft light emanating from the window forced you to sit up abruptly, covering your breasts with the bed sheets. The clock told you it was almost 9 a.m.

But duties are duties, you told yourself, sitting down and reaching your phone on the nightstand. There were six missed calls from an unknown number; you were pretty sure who that was. With a scoff, you got on your feet and full in your naked glory, stepped out of the room, just taking your dress from the floor to put it on as best as you could while you heard the line from the other side.

“Oi, I’ve been calling you, answer the damn phone,” the British voice on the other side spit.

You grimaced, pulling the phone away as he yelled at you before speaking. “I had important things last night. Sorry for having a life,” you lied gracefully, making your way to the kitchen to boil some water for a tea. “Besides, since do you care? I barely fucking know you, so tell me what is it before I hung up.”

Butcher sighed from the other side of the line. “I need the kid back.”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah, and I need something for it. I don’t wanna force him, but tough times require even tougher methods…”

There was a silence coming from you, trying to process his words. Soldier Boy wanted the kid, Butcher wanted the kid, and Homelander of course wanted his fucking kid. You didn’t know who was the best for Ryan. Homelander was out of the league immediately, but maybe Butcher was the only sane motherfucker between them to take care of him. After all, he was his dead wife’s son.

“What do you want me to do? You’re not gonna kidnap him, right?” you asked, unsure of what would happen if you agreed to help Butcher on it.

“No, but don’t play innocent. Can imagine you have plenty of analgesics to take down an army, doctor.”

You pictured that fucked up smirk on his face at his words, and followed his game to see if you could get somewhere.

“And what do I get in exchange? I’m not giving anything for free.”

“Novichok. Put him to deep slumber and can test the strongest drug you have on Soldier Boy without getting killed,” he whispered over the phone, as if someone was hearing his words.

“Alright, deal,” you accepted, taking off a cup to pour your tea. “Send me the address and we can meet today. Just don’t mess with me, I don’t have enough arguments to trust you right now.”

“And I can respect that. Should be receiving it soon, darling.”

With those final words, Butcher hung up the call.

Your head felt spinning, as if something had crushed you so bad. Your body hurted, and you were sore. Probably you regretted it. Not because it wasn’t good, it was something else. What had happened between Ben and you wasn’t supposed to be. It just simply couldn’t. He was a killing machine you were just reaping, eventually discarding him when you took what you needed. However, the right time to test the Anti V prototype had yet to come. Sipping from your hot tea, you heard hard steps from the stairs, and for some reason, you were not prepared to face him the morning after.

“Ah, preparing my breakfast already, doll,” Ben said cheerfully, much to your liking, and approaching you as you faced your back to him.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and as much as you wanted to enjoy his touch, you pushed him away and turned on your feet to see his confused grin.

“First of all, good morning. And second, no. You can make yourself a sandwich,” you replied.

A smile appeared on your lips as his own slowly faded away.

“So, nothing for me, even if I made you feel so good with my cock?”

“God, you’re so gross…”

Ben snorted, leaning to give soft kisses on the skin of your neck as he whispered. “I don’t remember you complaining about it last night.”

As an impulse, you shut your eyes. His touch and lips over your sensitive skin were too intoxicated for you to react quickly and stop him. Ben took the cup of tea from your hand, putting it on the countertop; the place he fucked you so good the night before. He would kill to go again, with you beneath him, yearning and crying for his dick. Or maybe he’d fuck you in the couch before taking you to your bed, exactly like he did after you did it in the kitchen…

“Stop,” you said, pushing him away softly.

He did as you asked rapidly, licking his lips, and watching your lustful gaze intently. You wanted it as much as he did, but it wasn’t the right time.

“I’m still sore,” you continued. “And I have some stuff to do right now. I have to go.”

He nodded. “Right.”

To your surprise, Ben gave you some space and you stepped up, not before taking the cup and your phone between your hands again. You stopped, standing by his side for a moment.

“Maybe later?” you said, watching his face attentively.

That sleazy smirk curved on his lips. “Later.”

You walked away then, feeling his eyes over your figure. God, you were so fucking regretting offering yourself to him already for some reason.

You sat down on the dining table as he settled down a saucer and two cups of tea with a bowl of biscuits.

“It’s not necessary–”

“Nonsense, take it,” Butcher said, taking a seat in front of you.

He served you and him the tea with an elegance only a British man could ever have, not that you expected him to have that inside. Butcher was a soldier once, now an undercover agent whom you had no idea what to expect, besides the few things Grace had told you about him, but she wasn’t there. This meeting was hidden from everyone. Butcher crossed his arms on his chest, looking at you with an expression you could not decode. You were barely knowing him after all.

“I’m not trying to poison you,” he joked, taking his own cup to taste the tea.

“Well, thanks for your kindness,” you took the cup and sipped the warm drink. It was surprisingly good. “So, weren’t you after Victoria?” you asked, following the previous conversation you had with him before sitting down.

“Yeah, cunt’s indestructible,” he remarks. “Can’t do anything now, planning on just retiring and just leaving it all...”

“There’s a fucking outburst right now between Homelander’s cult and Starlight fanatics, Victoria is almost there along with Robert Singer at the White House. Why you wanna give up on that?”

“I’m not part of the team anymore,” Butcher confessed, taking you aback.

“Is that the reason you want Ryan back?”

He nodded and you sensed vulnerability coming from him. The tough facade, the immoral plans, the thirst for revenge for the fucker who screw up his life and made his wife’s a living hell… Even your own thirst for payback and burning Vought to the ground wasn’t as big as his own grief. After all, you were just another piece on the chessboard. Butcher saw you as one, and you did the same with him and Ben. You were just taking in things that would help you to reach your own, selfish goals. One can’t compete with that.

He coughed in the middle of the silence you shared, and you noticed there was a black liquid coming off one of his ears you have never seen.

“Are you okay?” you worriedly asked.

Butcher looked like he noticed your eyes staring at the side of his face and wiped up the substance with his finger, cleaning it up with a napkin.

“You stopped taking the temp V?” you insisted on his silence.

“Yeah, I fucking did, and then had it again. The true V this time, didn’t help. Just accelerated my own death,” Butcher seemed like he didn’t give a shit as he told you.

“Fuck, are you crazy?!” you exclaimed.

“Thought it’d save me, alright?!” he ranted. “Thought it could. So I could say I had more time with Ryan, but I don’t. That’s why you’re here. Do you have what I asked or not?”

Grumbling, with your jaw tight, you took from your jacket a small packet of white powder and tossed it on top of the table.

“A sedative. Will keep him asleep for days if you’re not careful,” you announced. “Give me the gas now.”

Butcher stood up abruptly, and searched for something in one of the kitchen cabinets. He took out a grey cylindrical vessel, similar to a fire extinguisher, and left it on the floor by your feet.

“There you have it,” he said, before taking his seat back.

You didn’t say ‘thank you’, neither did he, but Butcher dared to speak out again.

“Can you come when Ryan is here?”

“Excuse me? I don’t know the kid, I don’t see why I should be here.”

“Another secret is good enough for ya,” he insisted. His face was just as plain as yours.

You didn’t know what else to expect from him at this point, but you followed him up.

“And?”

“There’s something down Godolkin. A virus, created to exterminate supes,” he explained, leaning forward and whispering as if someone else could hear outside the walls. “If your cure ain’t working, maybe you could use some help from there.”

Ben emptied the last drawer in your room. There was fucking nothing. The only pleasure he took in from sniffing into your stuff was checking your underwear, from the most comfy cotton panties to the lingerie he’d love to see on you while he fucked your brains out. And then, nothing. Emptiness. No secrets, no files. Nothing.

Not caring of putting your stuff in place, he just tossed them into the drawer. If you were to indulge back there, you would certainly notice the mess. But he didn’t care if you did. He fucked you good, but that didn’t mean he trusted you. That’s why he spent the last hours of the day checking the whole place after you left him all alone and by himself. The past few days, he had spent checking everywhere to find a clue or something that could give you away easily.

Tired, Ben went down to the living room and checked between the bookshelves, only to find dust and old books he didn’t give a shit about. He scoffed to himself, and walked to the back of the room, where the aisle ended. The carpet felt different, as if another floor was down there. He knocked on the floor with his fist. He was right; there was another floor down the living room.

“What are you fucking hiding in here?” he mumbled to himself, his mind pulling the tricks of any stuff you could probably have down there.

He pulled the carpet away and found a small metal knob, unlocked. He opened it just to reveal stairs and he went down carefully. A heavy metal door stood in front of him, an electronic panel with numbers by the side. The walls were also made of the same material, and he tensed. It wasn’t a good sign. Before, he noticed you would sneak out of your room some nights. There was no other place you should be visiting but here.

He thought of breaking the door, but it wasn’t that subtle. There was a code to get inside, probably he could get it. It had to be something important for you, right? Shouldn’t be so difficult.

But he knew better than to continue playing this fucking game of hiding the thruth from him. Anger seized him in a second, thinking of endless possibilities this could be a hidden lab. You were a doctor after all, he knew what those cocksuckers were capable of. You were no exception.

He clenched his fists tightly, and heard in the distance the sound of your car. Ben quickly climbed the stairs and covered the door to the basement. The click of the door announced you were home and he made his way to the kitchen to take out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Once you stepped up, he poured the liquor. You left a couple of bags full with groceries on the kitchen counter as Ben gave you a dirty smile and offered the whiskey to you. It was his way of disguising what he really felt.

A quick fuck should do, he thought.

“So, later, right?” he said, taking a sip from his glass.

Immediately, you knew what those words meant.

“You’ve been waiting so long I see,” you smirked.

He pulled you closer with a single hand before claiming your lips in a harsh kiss. He smiled when you moaned against his tongue and he pulled away, this time his lips claiming the sensitive spot on your neck.

“And can’t wait any longer, sugar.”

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[luxcuriousao3]

Dove: A Zombie Ghost Story (Chapter Five)

Summary: He couldn’t stop thinking about eating her, of tasting her sweet, soft flesh and hot blood. He wanted to devour her, but not in the way he usually did his meals. He would consume her slowly, sniff and lick every inch of her skin before gently biting down. He’d start with her wrists, feel her pulse point flutter under his tongue before severing the artery so it sprayed her honeyed blood into his mouth. He’d keep her alive for as long as possible, not wanting to be parted from her. Perhaps he wouldn’t even have to kill her. Maybe he could satisfy himself with just a piece of her, just his pound of flesh… Word Count: 2792 Warnings: still no smut Notes: triple asterisk (***) denotes a POV change as usual, dash asterisk dash (-*-) is a time skip but not a POV change AO3, Masterlist

Ghost and his dove left the cabin the next day, early in the morning. It took some convincing on his part, in the form of pointed groans and growls, to get Lelia to step foot outside. But they were too close to the base she came from, and the cabin had no food left. They had to keep moving, to find somewhere better.

Ghost led her to the stream he’d bathed in yesterday, and they followed it several miles south. Lelia became jumpy the second they left, but when they got to the stream, she paled dramatically and wouldn’t get within three metres of it. He found it odd, but it's not like he could have asked even if he wanted to. She didn’t complain, but he could tell how much she wanted to turn around and go back to the cabin, where there was a relatively warm bed waiting for her. He couldn’t blame her—even with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her ballet flats swapped out for a proper pair of boots they’d found in the closet, she was still shivering from the chilly autumn wind. Winter was just around the corner, and its threatening presence loomed overhead like a knife, in the cloudiness of the skies and the way her breath misted in front of her face with every puff of air.

Eventually, the stream came to an end, and Ghost collected some water in the bucket before they continued. The trees were beginning to thin out, and he hoped that meant they were nearing some sort of town. Anywhere that he could find a little more food for his dove.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The day ended before the woods did, and they were forced to stop when Lelia nearly collapsed from exhaustion. He felt guilty when he noticed just how ragged she looked—all she’d had to eat in the last few days was a can of beans, and she’d been walking nonstop since dawn. It was difficult for him to remember just how fragile humans were, especially when he’d never been a particularly delicate man himself, even when he was alive. But his dove wasn’t a trained, battle hardened operative—she was just a normal young girl, and he needed to treat her as such.

He groaned a quiet apology as he helped her set up a fire, once again handing her the matchbook to light it. She only broke one this time, which was quite the improvement. He added it to the flames as extra tinder.

“Do you sleep?” She asked him as the water boiled. He jerked his head to the left, then the right. “That must be nice. I wish I didn’t have to. Sleeping is more terrifying than being awake, most of the time.”

He’d heard her tossing and turning last night, had smelt her salty tears as she’d whimpered and begged someone named Andrew for mercy. Mercy it had sounded like she’d never gotten. He had wanted to comfort her, but he’d been certain his presence would have just made things worse. So he’d stayed outside her door and done the only thing he could to help her. Stood guard and kept her safe.

He did the same tonight. When the exhaustion finally got the better of her, despite the valiant fight she put up, he watched over her. But this time, when the nightmares came for her, there was no door separating them and hiding the terrified expression on her tear-stained face. So he moved closer, reaching out and clumsily twirling a lock of her hair around his stiff, cold fingers. He couldn’t feel the softness, but he could imagine it. Smooth like silk. Rare and desirable and beautiful, just like her. But with a hidden strength, too.

Soon enough, his dove settled down. He’d have liked to say he had something to do with it, but he knew that was just wishful thinking. Nonetheless, it took him quite a long while to finally let go of her loose, auburn curls and get back to his feet, returning to his self appointed role of her undead protector.

-*-

It took two more days to find a town.

Lelia could barely hold herself upright by the time they did, and Ghost would have offered to carry her—except that his instincts to feed were going haywire, having been denied too long, and every waft of her unique perfume made his mouth water. He’d given up on trying to wipe away his drool. It was no use. He couldn’t stop thinking about eating her, of tasting her sweet, soft flesh and hot blood. He wanted to devour her, but not in the way he usually did his meals. He would consume her slowly, sniff and lick every inch of her skin before gently biting down. He’d start with her wrists, feel her pulse point flutter under his tongue before severing the artery so it sprayed her honeyed blood in his mouth. He’d keep her alive for as long as possible, not wanting to be parted from her. Perhaps he wouldn’t even have to kill her. Maybe he could satisfy himself with just a piece of her, just his pound of flesh…

With a ferocious growl, Ghost suppressed the rising urge once again. He hurried Lelia into the first house they saw after clearing it, then put her in a room with a lock. He mimed the locking motion, then held out his hand, telling her to stay put. He pointed to himself, and then pointed back towards the front door, and prayed she would understand.

“You’re leaving?” She asked, sounding like she was on the edge of panic, even as she laid down on the bed, unable to stand any longer. “Where are you going? Are you— are you coming back?”

Ghost groaned pitifully, banging on the door. His dove jumped, and he nodded at her questions, but then pointed at the lock again, gesturing her over. Wide-eyed, she dragged herself out of bed, and he took several steps back as she approached. She looked at him in confusion, but he just grabbed the door and slammed it closed between them. He rattled the knob until she got the hint and locked it. This time, the groan he let out was one of approval and relief.

He fled the house and Lelia’s intoxicating scent quickly after that, retreating back into the woods to hunt. He was so hungry, so overwhelmed by the virus’s instincts, that he didn’t think he could stop himself from eating a human if he came across them. He hoped desperately that he didn’t, even though they tasted far better than the animals he usually fed on.

He was drooling at the thought, again. Fresh human… not just the scraps left by other zombies, like Lelia would have been had he not intervened. He imagined finding her torn apart, soft hair matted with blood, big brown eyes full of terror, frail limbs ripped off, empty stomach clawed open. It was horrid. It was what he would do to her if he went this long without feeding again.

He vowed then and there to never, ever let that happen.

***

Lelia startled at the knock on the door, slowly standing up from where she sat on the edge of the bed and crossing over to it.

“Simon?” She asked anxiously. “Is that you?”

A familiar sounding groan answered her, and she almost threw the door open in relief before she thought better of it. What if it was another zombie? She’d be dead, and Simon would come back to find her bloody, lifeless corpse. Possibly walking around. No, better safe than sorry.

“Knock three times, pause, and then knock twice more if it’s you,” she said. A few seconds passed, and then three slow knocks—bangs, really, Simon seemed to have trouble with his fine motor skills and so knocking was beyond him—a pause, and then two more bangs. Lelia waited a few more seconds to make sure nothing else was coming, and then she opened the door, letting out a sigh of relief as Simon’s milky eyes met hers—only to recoil in horror when she saw the fresh, red blood on his gear and around his mouth. There were bits of something Lelia was scared to know the name of stuck in his teeth, and instinctively, she took a step back. Simon did as well, giving her space and ducking his head. He almost looked… hurt? Or maybe ashamed… it was difficult to tell. She wasn't even really sure what the extent of his emotions were—did he feel the same way he could when he was alive? Or was it dulled? He was clearly capable of some feelings, otherwise there would be no reason for him to follow her around, protecting her. She still didn't understand why he did. Her best guess was pity, or maybe loneliness. Whatever it was, it kept her alive, and she was grateful.

“Did you… did you kill something?” She asked after a moment, swallowing nervously. Simon didn’t move or make a sound for a long moment, before he jerked his head up and down in a nod. His broken, bloody jaw quivered, teeth clacking against one another. Drool leaked out of his mouth, and Lelia had to fight the urge to wipe it away. It always seemed to bother Simon when he drooled, and once again, she wondered at his capacity to feel things like embarrassment or self-disgust. But she pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the question she desperately didn't want to ask but knew she had to. “Was it— human?”

Simon quickly shook his head, so quick the string of bloody drool flew off his face and landed on her jacket. Simon froze, and any doubt she had that he felt things as deeply as a human did disappeared at the utterly mortified sound he let out. It was between a groan and a gurgle, and he automatically reached for her as if to wipe it off, before realizing his gloves were covered in blood, too. His hands hovered over her chest as she blinked at the new stain on her shirt, too shocked to say anything. Just as she came to her senses and was about to assure Simon that it was alright—it was gross, yes, but so was her period, and that wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle—he turned around with surprising agility for someone whose muscles were in a permanent state of rigor mortis, and fled down the stairs.

***

He’d spit on her.

He’d showed up at her door looking like a murder scene, and then he’d spit on her like the snarling, rabid animal that he was.

He had never been so horrified in his undead life. He couldn't remember if that was the case for his actual life, but he’d bet on it if Johnny were here.

“Was pretty funny, mate, ye got tae admit.”

Ghost growled at the very Scottish sounding voice in his head. Whoever this Johnny was, he was a right arse.

He went straight into the downstairs toilet, turning on the tap. No water came out, as expected. He'd still had to try.

He turned to the towels instead. They were dusty and motheaten, but that didn't bother him. He wiped his face off as best he could, and then his gear and his gloves, pulling them off and stuffing them into one of his many pockets. The end result was… not great. The blood of the deer he'd killed and eaten had already started to dry, adding another stain to his gear and leaving a rusty brown hue to his colorless skin. He tried to pick tufts of flesh and fur from in between his teeth with his blunt, blackened nails, but he somehow only made things look worse. 

“Simon?”

The sound of his dove’s soft, concerned voice floated down the hallway, and Ghost panicked, slamming the door of the toilet shut so hard it rattled on its hinges. He heard Lelia’s heartbeat jump and her footsteps pause, before starting again in his direction.

“Simon?” She repeated, knocking softly on the door. He turned away from his ghastly reflection in the dirty mirror, paralyzed. He was acting ridiculous. He was a big, strong, undead soldier. He shouldn’t be terrified of a little dove like her. And yet he was. He was so bloody afraid that she’d tell him to leave, that she couldn't stand to be near him anymore. That he’d have to go back to protecting her from the shadows, an unwanted stray dog just following her around, desperate for any scrap of affection she would show him, but denied at every turn. It sounded miserable. It was miserable, but he would do it, to keep her safe. “Simon, will you come out, please?”

Unable to deny her, Ghost slowly opened the door. She stood on the other side with a worried expression, but all he could see was the drying string of crimson saliva on her smart pink jacket. He looked away, feeling ill.

“Are you alright?”

The soft, gentle question was entirely unexpected, but it shouldn't have been. Of course his dove would worry about the rabid, blood-covered zombie that just spit on her. She was an angel. It was why he had to keep her safe, keep her alive. The world needed people like her, now more than ever.

Ghost jerked his head up and down in a nod after a moment of hesitation, and then patted his chest, right over the spot where he’d spit on hers. He let out a quiet groan of apology, unable to meet her pretty brown eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lelia said, giving him a small smile. “This outfit was ruined far before that… besides, it’s not very practical for the apocalypse. My hus— I wanted to keep myself pretty. Clinging to a bit of the old world, I suppose. But I’m not on the base anymore. And trekking through the woods for days on end in a skirt is not easy.”

Ghost noticed the slip. It had sounded like she’d been about to say husband before she’d cut herself off. His eyes flickered to her left hand, but no ring sat upon her finger. Had he misheard? And why did the idea of her being married bother him so much?

You know why.

He ignored the thought, focusing back on her words. He grunted in agreement, and made a mental note to look for some clothes that would fit her—ones that would help keep her warm in the coming months. She was far too thin—she would need multiple layers if he was going to keep her from dying of exposure in the dead of winter.

An awkward silence fell between them, and Ghost could tell his dove wanted to ask him a question. He waited her out, and just as he knew she would, she broke first.

“So you—you went out to eat?” She asked, then winced. “I mean— earlier, when you were— were acting all… frustrated. You were… hungry?”

Ghost swallowed reflexively, tasting deer meat in the back of his throat. Slowly, he nodded, trying subtly to hold his jaw in place. Lelia looked nervous again, but also determined.

“How hungry?”

Ghost looked away, ashamed. He didn’t want to think about the overwhelming desire he’d had to sink his teeth into her supple flesh, or the vivid, blood-soaked images his virus-laden mind had conjured of him doing so.

Lelia sucked in a small, sharp breath, and her voice shook slightly when she spoke again—but there was bravery in it, too. A certainty. Like she’d made up her mind and couldn’t be swayed.

“We’ll just have to make sure you stay well fed, then,” she stated simply. “Then you won’t be tempted to snack on me… right?”

Ghost didn’t know how to explain that he was always tempted to snack on her, that her scent was the most delicious thing he’d ever smelled, that he wanted to see if her blood would warm him from the inside like a good whiskey. He didn’t know how to say that despite that, he would never harm a hair on her head, not for as long as he lived. Unlived. Bloody semantics.

So instead, he just grunted in agreement. He would always be tempted, but so long as he remained satiated, he would be able to keep his instincts in check. That was what she really wanted to know.

“Good,” she replied, sounding relieved. She offered him another smile, smaller than he would’ve liked but still just as sweet. “But you’re not the only one that’s hungry. Do you think there’s any food hidden in the cabinets?”

[drkmgs]

TikTok live

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warning: You'll die because of the cringe...

With this post, I would like to thank all the readers, who have been reading all of my work. I highly appreciate the likes, the reblogs the replies and even the requests. Also to my 430 followers, THANK YOU.

Stay tuned for updates!

You met Jenna at the set of the Netflix series Wednesday for Season 2. You had the role being her partner in crime, which created a great bond between you two. It did start as a friendship but it quickly developed into more than that and with you just starting in the Industry and Jenna being in the upbringing, both of you didn't want to mess that up, so keeping it private was a good decision.

Now being less busy and having time to just lay around and do nothing, you go on TikTok to waste time. When you didn't find any good videos to laugh about, you decided to start a TikTok live. You did send a quick text to Jenna, that you were going live on TikTok, so she could time her homecoming. You didn't bother to look if she saw it, you just went on and click the Live button. At first, you were sitting on the couch looking like a couch potato, you proceed to ask incoming viewers what to do.

They suggested a lot of things like singing, dancing, turning on some music, telling stories, or cooking. Turning on some music didn't sound bad, so you did. You started bopping to the beat and seconds after you were having a party in your living room. The little party did make you hungry so you told the viewers you'll cook something. You walked into the kitchen, still bopping your head to the music. You took out a ramen noodle package from the cabinet. You swiftly took a little pot and filled it with water, then put it on the stove. While waiting for the water to boil, you stared at your phone trying to read and answer all the comments.

"What is it like to work with Jenna Ortega?", your smile was from ear to ear.

"Well, she's incredible to work with. Her professionalism is remarkable. I mean come on guys! Before I got the role in Wednesday, I was a fan and still am!", you say, still having that smile on your face.

"Talking about me?", you flinched at the voice and at the arms that are wrapping around your torso. You quickly cover the camera with your hand. The music was so loud and you were occupied answering questions, that you didn't hear her opening the door. She intended to give you a quick kiss and hide but didn't mean to make a loud smacking noise. Both of you cringed at the noise and prayed that the viewers of your TikTok live didn't hear it. You could feel the vibration of your phone and you could tell that your TikTok live is exploding.

Jenna dashed into your room to hide and you continue your TikTok live, as if nothing happened, but your viewers didn't stop spamming.

"Who's with me?", you looked behind you messing with them. "Can you see stuff that I can't see?", you asked them and took the phone to show them around the apartment. "See there's no one", you show them every corner of the kitchen and living room. "My room?", you hoped that Jenna heard you standing in front of your bedroom door. When you opened it, you were glad she was already hiding somewhere. You showed them a quick tour around your room, not showing your desk where a lot of Polaroid pictures of you and Jenna were hanging, but you showed them your balcony where no one was hiding. You left the room swiftly and entered the kitchen, where your now cold water again was waiting. You let your TikTok Live run until you finished with your instant ramen and bragged about how good it looked, then you said your goodbyes and turned it off.

As soon as you turned it off, you called for Jenna. You see her peeking out of your bedroom, you snorted and called her over. She skipped over to one of the high chairs and took a sit in front of you. You smiled at her and pushed the bowl with newly cooked ramen to her. She gladly took it and started sipping on the soup with a spoon.

———

Well, you did expect fans to record your TikTok Live and made their conspiracy theories about what happened in your Live yesterday. The camera did capture Jenna's arms wrapping around you, so many of the clips you saw on TikTok were comparing it with Jenna's and other potential celebrities. Some of the girls that were compared were off-charts because you don't even know them or you only saw them at some awards show and had a little interaction. Then some videos are so accurate that you felt stalked or someone installed a camera in your apartment.

You immediately dismissed that thought, because you don't want to make yourself paranoid. You turned off your phone and turned your attention to the beautiful girl sitting beside you watching one of her favorite movies.

"This is the best part of it.", she says pointing at the TV while munching on her popcorn. "Yeah?", you reply, not looking where she's pointing at. She turned her head to you with a glare. "You're not even watching.", she says. "I am. I am watching the best part of my life right now.", you say starting to laugh because it sounded better in your head than out loud. "You just didn't say that.", Jenna scrunched her nose as she cringed at your attempt to be romantic. "Yup. I just said it. My baby. My sugarplum. My everything.", you added and engulfed her in a tight hug as she cringes more at your statement.

[fagexe]

A beginners guide to having a fun time at a small show (some of this also applies to bigger shows)

If you've never been to a show before or you've only been to big shows going to a small or diy show can be confusing. The rules and etiquette of attending a small show are different from what you may have experienced or heard about at a bigger show. I'm here to try to give you some tips and pointers on how to have the best night and help everybody else around you have a great night as well.

Small shows are community based, if you only take one thing away from this post let It be that. The environment is that of friends and acquaintances, this includes the bands that play. The members of these bands are just people who are part of their local scene and enjoy playing music. They should be treated like any other member of the audience, you can be friendly and start up a conversation or compliment the set, but remember they're just a stranger who enjoys the same music you do.

Your first show in a new city or venue? The environment and social expectations of a scene can vary from city to city and venue to venue. If it's your first time being somewhere it's always better to follow the social cues of others rather than looking like an ass. If you don't know what's going on try asking somebody:) Many people in the scene are very happy to welcome newcomers and explain the ins and outs of their individual local seen.

Queuing (if you want "barricade"), for 1500 to 700 person capacity venues, depending on whether or not the show is sold out and the artists popularity, I would suggest showing up 2-4 hours before doors. This would be for places like House of Blues, that are arguably not a small venue, but I'm including them anyway. Anything under 600 I would show up 2 hours to half an hour before doors. Anything under the 300 mark doesn't usually have "barricade" per se, the crowd moves around a bunch and showing up early will not help you get a better vantage point. Note: I never show up anywhere more than an hour before doors and I can usually get pretty close to the stage.

Respect the venue and the people working there, if you're attending a small show, especially a basement show, it's really important to be extra aware of where you put your trash and how you're acting. Oftentimes these locations are rented halls or somebody's actual house. This means there wont be any staff that are being paid to clean up after you, not that you should be messy at larger venues. But at these venues especially try to stick around and help out if you can. If the venue is left trashed they may no longer be willing to host shows in the future.

Braving the pit, there are only three rules I would suggest for the pit, and they all boil down to respect. First, if somebody falls, drops something, or seems like they're having a hard time _always_ stop what you're doing and help them out. Second, don't try to be tough, if the pit is too aggressive for you you can either jump around on the side of it or dance somewhere else. Third, unless you're actively pushing somebody always try to keep your elbows tucked, especially if you're tall. It can be really stressful being a short person in a pit that's just a sea of elbows.

Say hi! not just to the band, to the people around you at the show as well. I know this one can be hard, if you went with folks it's very easy to become insular, and if you went alone it can be scary to talk to people by yourself. Something that I've found really helpful is hanging out outside, either between sets, or after the show (you don't need to smoke I often just cool down with a water bottle). Many people will be excited to see a new face and if you seem open to it they might start up a conversation. If they don't and you don't know what to talk about, try complimenting something somebody's wearing, it can often lead to a story that then can lead to a conversation.

Always show up for the openers, even if you don't care about barricade, you should try to show up for the openers both by physically being there and by paying attention and giving them your energy. I've discovered a lot of really wonderful bands by checking out the openers before a show, learning a couple of their songs, and then really getting into it once they're playing.

Take care of yourself, make sure you come having eaten and drunk enough water, I even suggest bringing a water bottle. Most venues will at least have access to water but it's always good to be self-reliant just in case they run out or something happens. Depending on the style of venue they may require this to be empty, If they do require that, you can usually fill it up once you get inside.

Dress appropriately, especially if you're planning on being up at the front at a punk or hardcore show. You will probably end the night covered in other people's sweat and beer, this is amazing revel in it. But, it's maybe not the time to pull out your favorite shirt, unless you want that for your favorite shirt (in which case I love you)

And last but by no means least, always always always thoroughly check the flyer or event posting to make sure you know if the show is a sober / straight-edge show or not.

(edit) A couple of additional tips that have been suggested in the tags, as well as a few new ones from yours truly

Always bring earplugs, some venues will have them for sale but they're not great quality and they can run out. If you plan on going to a lot of hc/punk shows, or honestly a lot of shows at all, I suggest investing in a $15-25 pair, it'll save your hearing in the long run.

Keep your toes safe! Even if you don't plan on going into the pit it's a good idea to wear closed-toed shoes. You'll be in close quarters with people wearing boots who probably won't be able to tell if they are accidentally stepping on your flip flop shod feet. Shows also involve standing for a number of hours so you may want to think about comfort. I suggest wearing at minimum a converse style shoe with a little bit of structure around the toe. I personally always wear boots with a pair of insoles, but that's just me and my rickety ankles.

do you want to wear a bag all night? If so, that's fine, but you're probably not going to be able to enjoy the pit or dance that much. Some smaller shows will have coat checks, but a lot under 300 capacity won't. I generally suggest against just hiding your bag in the corner, I've seen a lot of people get their stuff stolen. So, pare down, I don't even bring my whole wallet, just a credit card, ID, subway pass, phone, keys, and some cash in case the venue only accepts cash or if something happens and I need to get a taxi home. If you end up keeping stuff in your pockets make sure it's secure. If I know my pant pockets are particularly bad at holding things I'll put my cards and cash in a sandwich bag and pin it to the inside of my pocket. This way it's still accessible but won't fall out.

Picking up merch? Do it after the show, merch rarely sells out at smaller shows. So, pick up anything you want after the show, carrying it around all night can be annoying and you might lose it.

Jewelry? If you plan on going in the pit I wouldn't wear dangly earrings or necklaces, they can get caught on things and ripped out or off, which is not fun at all!

I hope you found this helpful<3 if you have any additional questions or concerns please feel free to dm me or leave me an ask and I'll try to get to it

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Deus in Absentia

Word count: 2.4k Warnings: Talk of Dew's element transition, broken family ties, established Mist/Delta, ANGST

Summary: Dewdrop gets summoned to replace Mist, but not for the reasons you think...

A/N: This one just came out of a headcannon I had while talking with @noxferatuu about how I hc Mist and Delta as Dew’s parents. So naturally I had to write a little sumthin sumthin bout it...

Everyone in the Ministry knows Dewdrop. Most people were under the impression that he was another one of the new ghouls Terzo had summoned. Which was a valid assumption, to be fair, seeing how close and how quickly he fit in with the likes of Aether, Ifrit, Ivy and Zephyr. 

All five of them were by far the easiest pack to take care of. They were the quickest to sort out who the pack leader was, and figure out where everyone stood between them. All of which happened very civilly, I might add. None of the bloodshed and ancient traditions the older ghouls still liked to practice.

Both Secondo and Terzo were shocked after having to deal with the previous chaotic pack settlements, which happened every time a new ghoul came around. Terzo had even carved out a week of his calendar in preparation. 

But this pack was unlike any they had seen before.

However, that being said. Terzo actually only summoned four new ghouls. Dewdrop had been a special request.

At the beginning, Terzo didn’t really like the idea of summoning a ghoul so closely connected to the others. Though, he supposed he might as well reunite the entire family, since they were only missing one.

Dewdrop’s summoning had been at the request of Mist and Delta. Well… mainly Mist. Once she knew that Terzo was looking for her replacement, she immediately made a beeline for his office to politely demand for Dew’s arrival.

“He’s not even a full water ghoul, my dear.” Terzo challenged in the nicest way he could, earning him an unimpressed look from the Ghoulette standing before him.

“He’s water enough.” She immediately replied. “He’s exactly what you need, trust me. He might even be the best ghoul you have ever seen. His quintessence will only help him play better and learn faster, I just know it.”

“Mist,” Terzo warned quietly. “I know what he means to you. But I have to think of the bigger picture.”

Mist just crossed her arms and huffed, her tail flicking behind her in annoyance. “Please, Papa. For me? If he doesn’t work out, then the blame will be mine.”

Terzo leaned back in his office chair, hands clasped behind his head in contemplation. “I’ll think about it. But please, no more pestering. Go look after Delta for now, I can hear his wheezing and coughing from here.” He gave the Ghoulette a soft smile, and she left knowing he was at least genuinely taking it into consideration.

It wasn’t long before there was news of the final ritual happening. The new batch of Nameless Ghouls were almost complete, they just needed their final piece: A new water ghoul to play bass. 

It had been a really long week for everyone, but Terzo was especially tired. Besides his eldest brother, no one had to summon a whole new band of ghouls all at once. Even then, Primo had tons of time to do it in stages before they even considered putting on shows. 

Primo would grumble and say that his summons simply took longer because his ghouls were much older, and therefore he needed to be far more meticulous. Which was true, Primo’s ghouls still stand as the oldest and most powerful summoned to-date.

Terzo always scoffed whenever he brought it up.

It wasn’t until late that night until he finally managed to get the ghoul he wanted. Even though he was the youngest of the Emeritus brothers, that didn’t mean he was all that young. Summoning the last ghoul took every ounce of energy he had. He was looking for one very specific little ghoul in particular, somewhere within the vast boiling waters of Hell.

Mist had been taking care of Delta when she heard familiar scared growls coming from the ritual chamber. They were so faint Delta didn’t hear them, but she did. She would hear him anywhere.

She hurriedly got Delta out of bed and helped him down the hall to go meet the Ministry’s newest arrival. Delta tried to refuse at first, stating that he was too unwell. He would meet them tomorrow after they settled in. But Mist knew he needed to see the ghoul for himself, right now.

With his arm over her shoulder, she soldiered through dragging Delta’s weakened body down the narrow halls.

Delta wasn’t sure why she was being so stubborn. Of course she was stubborn on any given day, but this was something else. He knew better than to argue with her, and if he was being honest, he didn’t really have the strength to do it anyway.

Whatever he prepared for, if anything at all, was not for what he walked into.

Once the two ghouls made it to the chamber, they took in the sight of the whimpering and shivering ghoul curled up in the pentagram, still wet from the waters he was pulled from down below. Terzo had taken a seat leaning against the wall, catching his breath after ensuring the little ghoul was stable.

Dewdrop was bigger than she remembered him being, but he was still small for ghoul standards. That was to be expected though, since his parents weren’t all that tall to start with.

“Is that-” Delta whispered, completely frozen in shock.

Mist could only nod as she tried to hold back her elated tears, leaving Delta and slowly approaching the new ghoul.

She knelt behind Dew’s shivering body and spoke softly. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Dew’s ear twitched and he immediately stopped shivering, her voice seeming to bring him out of his racing thoughts. Mist knew being summoned was unlike anything he would have ever experienced before, and it would take him a day or two to fully get used to being on the surface. 

When Dewdrop finally opened his eyes, he cautiously glanced over his shoulder, fully expecting the voice he heard to be some kind of cruel hallucination. However, he was overjoyed to find that it wasn’t one of his auditory nightmares at all, she was really here.

“Is it… really you?” He asked, his voice still sore from breathing in the unfamiliar air.

Mist brushed his long hair from his face and smiled, sniffling her tears away. “Hi Dewy, it’s me. It’s mom.”

That was all he needed before letting himself fully jump into her arms, using every little bit of strength he could muster. The two locked themselves into a tight embrace as they reconnected after being apart for so long. It didn’t take long for both of them to recognize each other’s scent either, their bodies instinctively reacting as they purred and nuzzled together.

In the meantime, Delta had begun to slowly make his way over, still not believing what he was seeing. Eventually finding his place kneeling beside Mist and Dew.

Dewdrop had noticed Delta’s scent as he got closer, pulling back from where he was nuzzled under Mist’s chin so he could confirm for himself. Once Dew locked eyes with Delta, the three of them turned into a big, sobbing pile of ghoul.

“Dad?”

“Hi,” Delta smiled, his voice barely audible as he choked out words. “Hi, Dewy. I can’t believe you’re really here! We’re all here now.”

Everything had gone smoothly after that. Dew found that he actually really liked the new pack he had been all but forced into. It was by no means a conventional way to join a pack, but he was a surface ghoul now, things were different up here. 

However, one thing was still the same.

After he had gotten settled into the new den with the rest of the ghouls, he quickly realized how close he had gotten with Aether in the short time they had gotten to know each other.

Of course Mist and Delta knew what was going on, they had been through it themselves. They were both more than happy to just sit back and watch as the two ghouls got closer and closer. 

And somehow, it happened twice.

Ifrit and Zephyr were the pack’s first official pair, closely followed by an unofficial pairing between Dewdrop and Aether. The two decided that they wanted to wait a bit longer, until the perfect moment. Little Ivy was just thrilled to be surrounded with so much love. He didn’t care that he was the odd one out, he was just happy to be there.

The tour went off without a hitch. Ivy realized he wasn’t quite cut out for the stresses of the band, so Terzo had called upon Mountain to come and take his place halfway through. There were no hard feelings though. Mountain was very quiet, and while he wasn’t as close with the others like Ivy was, he was still a valued member of the pack nonetheless.

It wasn’t until Terzo was dragged off stage and Copia took over, that things started to go awry. As if seeing their Papa ripped off stage by some unknown Clergy members wasn’t traumatizing enough, poor Dewdrop was not prepared at all for what Copia had in store for him.

The moment Mist caught wind of Copia attempting to do another element swap, she was furious. After seeing how horribly it went wrong with Delta; the scars and medical issues he now has to live with. Even Delta’s new quintessence couldn’t help fix the damage it created, so you can imagine how well it went after hearing that Copia was attempting to do it again, but this time with her only son.

She was absolutely livid.

Mist all but pulled out her full demonic form as she clawed her way through the Siblings of Sin to get into the chamber. She saw red. She plowed through the humans with ease, zero care in the world for hurting anyone who tried to get in her way.

When she eventually broke through the door, she had to be muzzled and restrained by two of the Ministry’s much larger ghouls as she watched Copia complete the ritual.

The Cardinal would be lying if he said he didn’t have half a thought to abandon the ritual at that moment, and just summon a new fire ghoul instead. The look of sheer terror and betrayal on Mist’s face was like a kick in the teeth as she saw her kit laying once again in the middle of a pentagram, about to be offered up like helpless bait.

She didn’t know whether to be angry at Copia for going through with this, or angry at Ifrit who decided that he couldn’t stomach being loyal to another Papa after what happened with Terzo. If he hadn’t left, this would never have needed to happen. Her little one would be free from the torture he was undoubtedly about to endure.

She had already been through this once. But with Delta, they were in unknown territory with a ritual no one had ever performed before. This time there was no excuse.

Before long, she had no more tears left to cry. And for being a water ghoul, that said a lot. She knelt and watched in horror as the ritual commenced. Dewdrop’s body suspended in mid-air, face contorted in pain as he silently cried out. His very nature was being ripped apart and put back together into something completely new. His gills fused shut, his webbed fingers were now long and pointed. His ears elongated and came to a singular sharp point. Everything about who he was, was now gone.

When it was finally over, Mist couldn’t even recognize his scent anymore, and it broke her heart. He would always be her first and only kit, but the pain of no longer recognizing him was unbearable.

Dew didn’t take as long as Delta to finally awaken after the ritual was complete. However, when he did, he was uncontrollable. The once happy and playful water ghoul was now full of unbridled chaos and rage. Smoke expelled from his nostrils the more worked up he got, and red sparks danced along his fingertips as he snarled.

Copia had initially looked on in horror at what he had done. What he had created. Wondering for a moment if Dewdrop would ever settle enough to even be able to stay in the Abbey, nevertheless being part of the band again.

It took quite a bit of time before Dew was ready to return to the practice room. If it wasn’t for Aether, he didn’t know if he would have ever returned at all. He was so full of pent up aggression and anger, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And he had no one to talk to about it.

Ifrit had refused to talk to him. And Alpha made it very clear that he thought he was an abomination. After a little while, Dew had started to wonder if he was right.

He was on his own.

At the beginning, he didn’t even want to acknowledge his new element. Dew had barely wanted to acknowledge he was even a ghoul. He would snarl and snap his new fangs at anyone who dared to mention the words ‘fire’ and ‘ghoul’ in the same sentence.

Unlike his father, Dewdrop’s transition was, for the most part, successful. Omega and Aether had looked him over and kept him under observation for 2 weeks just to make sure they didn’t miss anything, critical or not.

Omega had theorized that because Dew wasn’t a full water ghoul when they attempted the transition, the Quintessence he got from Delta actually helped keep his body from tearing itself apart. Making him the Ministry’s first successful, non-summoned, fire ghoul.

To Dew, it didn’t matter what he was. He was something else now.

The first of his kind.

Once he was stable enough, and in the best state of mind he could be, he finally made his way to talk with Mist and Delta. He explained Omega’s theory while Delta looked him over with intense scrutiny, expecting to find similar scars that he had. 

In a way, Delta was glad it went well. Knowing that, even though there was nothing left of him in Dew, that his Quintessence was still able to help save him.

Dew thought it would’ve been harder to tell them that he was no longer their son. But they all knew it before words were even spoken. Their familial bond was long gone. Burned up. It was like he was a complete stranger to them now.

But maybe it was better off this way...

[theamphibianmen]

Ok it's informational post/disability update time! Everything is under the cut because this gonna be looooooong

I'm officially on my second pair of forearm crutches! These are so much better than the old ones for so many reasons. My old crutches were the Orthostix foldable crutches, full cuff. My new ones are Walkeasy 480s. Both are in black.

I know I'm probably going to piss off some people with this, but if you are a full time crutch user-- which I am not, I'm somewhere between full time and part time*, and if you have the money for Walkeasy (or another brand that charges more), I do not recommend Orthostix.

This is because mine lasted me less than a year. I used them every day for 7+ hours and I just don't think they're built for that. They seem to be for people with temporary injuries who will use them for 2 months and then put them in a closet somewhere. They just couldn't handle my lifestyle.

The way they broke was me folding them to put in the car for a trip and the elastic snapped in the left crutch causing a bunch of the hardware to just. Fall out. This caused the unbroken right crutch to weigh slightly more than the left, and the already not great weight balance of the broken one to be even worse.

Speaking of weight balance, the majority of the weight of my old Orthostix was in the handles. They have this style of handle:

Which is supposedly "ergonomic." I understand what they were going for, but holding them the way they're supposed to be held put my wrists at a 90° angle, like this:

Having your wrist in this position isn't inherently uncomfortable I guess, but if it's already bent like that and you put pressure on it that can hurt. This shape also adds a lot of unnecessary weight to the handles.

My new crutches are definitely heavier, but they don't feel as heavy because the weight is evenly distributed. The handles are simple, basically cylinders with grooves for my fingers to rest in. I can hold my wrist straight with these, which is a godsend when it comes to stability and comfort.

I also had a lot of sizing issues with my first pair. Even on the shortest setting, the space between the cuff and the handles was too long for me, so they were always slightly uncomfortable to use. I terms of height I was also between sizes. I'm "5'7 and most of it is leg. Note that this is less of an issue with the crutches themselves and more another reason they weren't right for me.

The cuffs are also a lot... tighter I think is the best way to describe it? The new cuffs look like this:

Which means they stay on my skinny nerd arms a lot better. For reference here's the cuff of the old ones:

Note that this is after I shrank them with boiling water. I tried to make straps with pleather and velcro but it did not work. At all.

The new ones also have these super cool light reflectors on either end of the handles,

which is great because I'm frequently outside at night and my town doesn't have consistent sidewalks.

The main body/material of the crutches is textured as well, which will be helpful for decorating, and they make barely any noise, which is a breath of fresh air compared to the clicking of the old ones.

Overall, I'd say that my old crutches were a 6/10. Definitely the right idea, but at the end of the day didn't meet my needs, while the new ones are an easy 9/10. The only thing even approximating a complaint I have is that these don't fold, but that feature is what ultimately lead to the old ones breaking. That does come at a cost though: my Walkeasies were about $120, while Orthostix will only run you $70. If you don't have the money for Walkeasy, Orthostix gets the job done. If you do though, I highly recommend them.

*I never leave the house without a mobility aid, and 99.9% of the time it's my crutches. I only walk unaided in small spaces I'm familiar and comfortable with that I know have plenty of platforms for me to push off of and catch myself on. I've heard that full time means you can't walk unassisted at all, and I don't really use my aids around the house (but I would if there were space) so calling myself a full time user feels misleading, but calling myself a part time user feels just as misleading because very few people see me without my mobility aids. If I'm out of the house, which happens nearly every day, I will be using my crutches. So IDK where that puts me. If anyone has a term I can use without upsetting anybody please let me know.

[lunar-writes-things]

Rebel the Crown!

Pairing: Soup Group x Reader, ImpulseSV x Reader, Geminitay x reader, Pearlescent Moon x reader

Summary: In which a heist ends up with you talking about how you feel 

Genre: Fluff

Extra notes: I might've added a sad bit because I wanted this to be an okay-ish length but this was based off of something I saw from @stitchthesewords!!! I'll reblog immediately after!! Enjoy!

Content warnings (If any): none

WC: 1.4k

”My loves,” You whine out to your partners who are hidden somewhere in your home 

Three heads popped out from behind the corner of your kitchen at your call and the sweetest little redhead asked 

“Yes our darling?” ink was smudged on Gem’s button nose and Pearl’s hair was ruffled and messed up while Impulse’s man-bun was let down “What's going on?” 

“I was bored, but seeing as how all of you are kinda off because of your planning I was thinking we all clean up and take a nap?” You said before adding on “or I can help and we can terrorize the king all together?” 

Sinister grins spread across their faces and the three picked you up and moved you to their 'secret' underground location where they have their plans 

"So," You hummed as they set you down gently "Where do I start?" 

That evening, you were placed in front of the crastle doors, a distraction while your partners were hiding to quickly fly in and steal the crown and then some. You knocked, flinching when you heard the dull echo from inside the castle. The door opened with a creek and Bdubs stood before you a proud grin on his face. 

"Y/n!" he exclaimed "Welcome! What can I, the royal right hand, do for you?" 

"Oh!" You smiled gently, before rummaging around your inventory satchel to pull a bag of cookies and peppermint tea bags "I just wanted to come by for tea and cookies! Would that be okay?" 

"That's perfectly fine!" Bdubs said before whispering "I think he's been too stressed. He's so paranoid about the soup group trying to steal from him and I know you're their partner but we can trust you right?" 

"Of course Bdubs," You said with a soft smile, trying not to let the evil smirk spread across your face 

They have no idea

"Perfect! Come in, come in, I'll introduce you to the King." The man covered in moss said and allowed you to walk through the door and closed it after you before he led you to the king's throne room where you see your partners glued against the window high above 

Meanwhile, in front of you, A giant nearly 8-foot Werewolf hybrid sat in front of you, half alseep on the throne he was manspreading on. 

"My king!" Bdubs exclaimed, waking up Ren with a large jolt "You have a visitor. I present, Y/n of hermitcraft." 

"Good evening My king," You gave a deep bow, figuring you have to play the part "I have come with a treat, of delights of tea bags of my own brew and warm Pastries." 

Ren's eyes widened and he looked to Bdubs who nodded before he turned to look back at you and said "I would... enjoy that. Please, follow me. The throne room is no place for tea." 

You waited til he got up and went ahead to follow the wolf hybrid, winking to your partners who gave you a thumbs up 

Bdubs boiled water as you set up cups and Pastries, making conversation with the King and his right hand in the crastles kitchen. You sprinkled to be what looked like sugar on the pastries and in two the teacups and put them in the tea bags right as Bdubs turned around with boiling water. You grabbed the two tea cups with the 'sugar' and place them in front of Ren and Bdubs who just sat down. 

"Please, Enjoy," You said and placed the plate of cookies and other baked goods in front of them 

"Why aren't you enjoying this?" Ren asked as you sat down "Without your partners I mean?" 

"They haven't been home lately," You explained softly and poured a spoonful of honey into your own tea "And while I love and support them in whatever endeavors they do, I miss them quite a lot." 

Your words were not a lie. Even doing this you were separated from your partners and it made your heart ache. You missed them dearly, but you never wanted to hold them back so you made no sound. You took a slow sip of your tea and looked at the two with sad eyes, And Bdubs put a gentle hand on your forearm, and Ren took a sip of his drink... finally. 

looks like the two were waiting to see if you would drink it in case it was poison. 

So they can be smart. 

not smart enough though. 

Bdubs took a sip after and you talked to them for nearly five minutes until the 'sugar' finally worked. 

Nothing like tea and crushed-up sleeping pills to make people sleep. 

You soon rushed out of the room after leaving a note and helped her partners pack up some of the diamonds and get out of there before the sleeping pills wore off. 

And boy, You were glad they did that when they did because Ren woke up FURIOUS. 

Giggles echoed through the night as the three made their way back to their secret base that The soup group made and stashed the diamonds away in a secret place. You joined your partners in the extra extra large shower for all of them and got dressed to sleep in the hideout. All of you lay on the bed you commissioned scar for at the beginning of the season and curled up into each other. It was calm but there was an anxiety in the air. 

"Y/n?" Gem's voice was soft and insecure from the end and being the smallest spoon

"Yes Darling?" You whispered and subtly tightened your arm around her waist 

"Do we make you feel lonely? Like-" Pearl asked but started to stuble over her words

"I think what our girls are trying to ask if we make you feel left out when we go after Ren." Impulsed filled in the blanks

You were quiet for a bit. Should you tell them the truth? Should you hide it from them? 

"...Sometimes." You admitted "But I could never ask you guys to stop. You are doing a great thing. It's just- It just gets lonely when you guys aren't here. The bed is so... cold when you three aren't there and when I wake up you guys are asleep or already gone again. Don't get me wrong, I don't need to be by your sides 24/7 but-" 

You were cut off by Gem turing around and  giving you a big kiss to your lips 

"You don't need to explain anything," Impulse said and wrapped his arms around you, pearl, and attempted to hug gem as well from the very back of the line up, "We're so sorry to make you feel even the slightest bit left out." 

"It's-" You tried but was stopped 

"It's not fine, Y/n." Gem said softly "Please tell us when you begin feeling like this. We love you so much and we want to give you the world. You shouldn't have to feel alone because we want to start a coup."

"I love you guys," You whispered "I love you all so much." 

"We love you too our queen," They all chimed at the same time and held onto you tight 

"And we will always be here," Impulse whispered "We are in your dream, in your life, and most importantly, in your heart." 

"You guys are my dream." You yawned 

[padfootastic]

sirius @ james for this one: “what can i get you? do you need water? a hug? space?”

anon we have the same brain fr because i looked at this and had the same thought. (and so did others because i have 2 more asks w this exact premise)

i hope u like this! personally, it’s one of my favs 🙈

x

Sirius cut his way through the post-dinner throng of students as swiftly and efficiently as he could, resisting the urge to case a wide-area Blasting Charm to clear the route faster. His destination was the large gathering of students in the middle of the courtyard, jeering and chanting.

As he got closer, the voices floating from the centre of the circle became more distinct, making his face twist into a grimace.

“Think you’re so much better than us, don’t you, Potter?” An unfortunately familiar voice was taunting, though it sounded a bit funny, muffled. A part of Sirius knew, even before he pushed through the crowd, that it would just be Snape putting his nose somewhere it had no business being. Usually, it wouldn’t be such a big deal for Sirius who couldn’t care less about him if he was held at wand-point. But today, today he’d decided to go needle James.

Who was already in a terrible mood this week. It was a combination of everything—Effie and Flea’s declining health, the constant chatter in the castle, the pressure from the Quidditch Cup, Lily’s taunts, McGonagall’s nagging—all of it building and building and building until it reached a boiling point. Sirius had been waiting for him to blow this entire week; it’s only unfortunate that it happened the one day they’re in different classes, on opposite ends of the castle, and at the hands of Snape at that. Sirius had heard that something was going down in the courtyard, could only catch James’ name in between the gasps and giggles before promptly booking it out of there.

And sure enough, he got there just in time to see James send his fist into Snape’s jaw with a ridiculous ‘crack’ that Sirius can hear all the way to where he’s standing, making him wince slightly. Clearly, this isn’t his first, because there’s a stream of blood running down Snape’s nose, pooling over and around his mouth. There’s a scratch-bruise situation on one of his cheekbones that he’s guessing is from James’ Potter Ring.

James is…not entirely blemish free—there’s a wicked bruise blooming on his temple—but in comparison? He looks practically untouched.

It’s no wonder, though, because despite Snape’s mouthing off, it’s clearly an act, put upon for his own sake just as much as for others. Now that Sirius is right in front of them, he can see exactly how terrified the guy looks, though he’s made a valiant effort to hide it. One look at James and he immediately understood why.

James had Snape lifted up against the wall by his collar, teeth bared and a feral tinge to his eyes. His hazel eyes were almost black as he said, “Say something like that again, Snape, I dare you.”

Clearly, the Slytherin had lost the few brain cells he had left because he actually opened his mouth to answer. James didn’t give him the chance, only pushing him harder into the granite. “I will end you, Snivellus, don’t try me. Stop fucking running your mouth if you can’t deal with the consequences of it.”

That was the point Sirius decided to step in. It didn’t seem like anyone else would—Remus and the other prefects were standing on the far end of the hallway, huddled and whispering furiously; no teachers were present—and judging by Snape’s rapidly reddening face, he was less than a minute away from getting his face fully bashed in. Sirius didn’t want James to deal with the aftermath of that in his current state if he actually went through with it. There were too many people around, anyway.

“James,” he called, stepping forward. He could’ve sworn he heard at least three different sighs of relief but all his attention was now fixed on the way James’ fists clenched harder at the sound of his voice. He sighed—so it was like that, was it?

He stepped up to the two of them and placed a hand on James’ forearm. It was taut with tension, like steel to the touch, almost blazing hot. Ignoring the fact that James was deliberately ignoring looking at him, he started massaging his arm with a light touch, gently working his way down from his elbow to wrist, feeling the muscles loosen with each second. Once he’d repeated the action a couple times, he started rubbing circles with his thumb on the bottom of his palm, increasing the pressure with each rotation.

Eventually, it didn’t take more than a minute before James’ shoulders sagged, almost imperceptibly, and his fists unclenched. Snape, who’d been uncharacteristically silent so far—perhaps showing some of that Slytherin self preservation and realising Sirius was his best bet to getting out here without further harm?—quickly slid out from under his arm, going to stand a safe distance away. He opened his mouth, forgetting that distance meant nothing when James was as good with a wand as he was, but Sirius quickly put a pin in that one.

“Piss off, Sniv,” he muttered, not even bothering to look in his direction.

“Black you—“

“I said, piss off,” Sirius growled, arm moving so fast that Snape couldn’t track the wand now pointed between his eyes if he’d tried. “Now.”

With whatever was left of his tattered dignity, Snape tucked tail and fled. Good riddance. Without sparing a single glance towards the rapidly growing crowd of students, he tucked his wand back in its holster and wrapped a hand around James’ wrist, pulling him away from the courtyard and into one of their hidden alcoves on the ground floor. It was quite removed from the rest of the castle and the most traffic it saw was when the Bloody Baron and Grey Lady decided to rehash some centuries old fight.

Once they were properly inside, he dropped his bag to the floor and pushed James agains the wall, pressing as tightly against him as physically possible, not willing to let a single inch of space between them. For a few minutes, they did nothing except look at each other, James’ breaths sounding like heavy pants in the empty room.

Sirius held James’ face with both hands, hard enough that his fingers pressed indents into his skin, knowing the pressure grounded him. “What can I get you, James? Do you need water? A hug? Some space?”

James stared at him as if seeing through him, eyes unfocused and far, far away. Sirius pressed harder, curling his fingers for his nails to dig in, willing James to come back to him. And of course, James did.

“I need you.” Rough hands grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him forward abruptly and with a little too much force. Sirius had to grab onto James’ shoulders—not that he was complaining—just so he didn’t topple them both sideways. Gently, he shifted his grip until one arm was curled around James’ and the other was buried in his hair, cradling the back of his head. He tucked James’ head under his chin, trapping his hands between them, holding him as tightly as he could.

He knew James needed to be clutched when he was like this, that he loved being surrounded on all sides—as if someone was holding all of him, refusing to let any part of him go. He craved safety, comfort, when he got overwhelmed and this was the best way Sirius knew to give it to him.

They stood like that until the sun set and the air cooled, but all that Sirius cared about was his James—his breathing easier, eyes less frantic, and face much more relaxed. If all he had to do was hold tight for a while to get him there, then well, he’d be the happiest man on earth.

[weatheredpileoftomes]

a reluctant envoy

For FFXIVWrite Day 1, “envoy”. Grishild, early A Realm Reborn, ~800 words. Reference to war, PTSD, a little internalized ableism.

There has to have been some kind of mistake.

“I don’t know what the Admiral’s thinking.” Grishild rests her head in her hands. Around her the kitchen of the Rowdy Minnow is unnaturally quiet, everyone gathered in and listening.

Dinner with the Admiral and no few of the rest of the thalassocracy had been bad enough. She owns a bloody tavern. She pays her dues at the Culinarians’ Guild, and they haven’t managed to find an excuse to get rid of her yet, but she’s no restauranteur, and even when she was a soldier she wasn’t the kind to get the attention of admirals, or generals.

“I had one of my fits while she was making speeches,” Grishild says, and starts shivering again.

She’d been there. Carteneau, the skies blood-black and lowering, and stars falling, and the screams of the fearful and the dying. She’d heard Flame General Aldynn giving orders. She’d never gotten the order to retreat, which means somewhere on the killing fields below the Admiral’s lofty viewpoint Grishild’s squadron was already dying, or dead.

And stars falling, and the moon, and the sky—

She drags her head up out of her hands. Outside the streets are quiet enough that she can hear the shushing of the sea, never far away in Limsa Lominsa, and she slows her breath to match it. Water drops glitter on the pans drying in the draining rack; herbs sway gently on their cords; steam rises from the stockpot; Linana is chewing worriedly on one of her fingers. There’s a gouge in the surface of the table, pale where a knife has slipped.

Baderon’s fancy shoes pinch her toes in a way she’s never put up with, and the weave of her dress is uncommonly smooth against her skin. The table is smooth under her elbows, too, scrubbed silken with honest use. She flexes her feet to feel the flagstone—not tile, nor dirt—scrape under them.

A log snaps in the fire. Outside a streetwalker is calling for a client, and always the sea—the lulling waves, and the salt tang that twists around the yeasty smell of rising bread as it reaches even into her kitchen. She’s glad it does.

Herlwyda hands her a mug, and Grishild drinks without asking what’s in it. There’s enough sun lemon in the water to make her eyes water, barely cut with honey, and she almost chokes but swallows it and feels better.

“Thanks,” she says. Her voice is hoarse. She wonders if she screamed, at the Admiral’s fancy dinner, or if it’s just the strain of not screaming that’s done it.

“I’ll make some tea,” Linana says, all her brightness dulled with worry.

Grishild stirs herself. “You will not.”

“I’ve got the tea,” Pfardoen says.

He can at least boil water, though not much more, and Grishild is too bone-tired to argue. “They want me to be an envoy,” she says instead, as the pump swishes and the kettle clangs onto the hook. “Some kind of politics. I thought for sure they’d change their minds when the…” She gestures, a weary flap of one unmoored hand. “But apparently it doesn’t bother them. At least I wouldn’t be flying the bloody airship, if I were going.”

Linana’s ears droop. “You’re not? But’d be such an honor!”

“Honor, hell.” Grishild stares at the gouge in the table again. “I said I’d help find Q’zazanh and the others, and I don’t like the Yellowjackets getting ideas much more than Jacke and V’kebbe do, and if I’m going to be stalked by wizards in robes I’m not going to just sit there and take it. That’s all… That happened. But it happened to me, you know?”

“And now politics are happening to you,” Herlwyda says dryly.

Grishild twists around so that Herlwyda can see her eye before she narrows it. “No, they’re not. I’m sending word to the Admiral in the morning she can find someone who knows how to handle all this shite to do it instead.”

“We’d take purr-fect care of the tavern.” Q’ralka clasps her hands pleadingly, giving Grishild the big-eyed look that never fails to get tips from the customers, or at least the ones who like women or have a protective streak. “Don’t you trust us?”

Grishild damn well knows better and even she feels herself wavering a little.

“We’ve got this, miss,” Pfardoen says from the hearth.

Herlwyda nods.

“But I don’t! There has to be someone better the Admiral can send.”

Linana rolls her eyes. “Oh, yes, there’s heaps of people better than you just lying around in piles at the marketplace. I wouldn’t work for just anyone, you know!”

Grishild looks around at her staff, all looking right back at her with pride and affection, and shakes her head. It’s just going to be the Culinarians’ Guild all over again. She might as well pack.

[vinular]

ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟

 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 (𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒘 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚) 

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑨𝑼 

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 ����𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆’𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉.

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤! : 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥, 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕦𝟙𝕔𝟙𝕕𝕖.

“How are the potatoes looking?” I say, as I put down my work bag and slide a hand around my husbands waist from behind, his fingers skilfully allowing the knife to slice through the potatoes before plopping them into boiling water on the stove. I clasp my fingers together, and he takes a deep breath in. He laughs, tapping my knuckles with the blade of the knife. I let go, inhaling the smell of the red wine he had just poured for me. I picked up the glass and smiled. 

“Hey love. How was work?”

I groan and roll my eyes.  “I tell you what, it’s particularly exhausting at the minute. They’re making so many redundancies in the company, it’s making me a feel a bit frightened. The company needs to be making more money than it currently is, so they’re trying to lay people off but.. well, you know. I just think it’s a matter of time before they come to me one day and that’s it.” 

Sam sighs and puts the lid on the pan before walking over and putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. He strokes my face slowly and looks at me.  “Even if they do lose you, you’ll be able to find somewhere better in no time. You’re awesome.” My heart swelled and the only response I could generate was a soft smile.  Sam turned his attention back to the food. 

I exhale the stress of work out of my body and into the air. I look around the kitchen, suddenly proud of everything I’ve achieved; the house, the job... and the family. 

“This is the life. Having a Husband to cook for me... pour me wine... one would think I did something to deserve this!” I joke, but Sam looks at me, his eyes sparkling. 

“Of course you deserve it love. You do a lot for our little family. Just think about how hard you work for us - this is the least I can do as a Househusband.”

I laugh and take a sip of the wine, tilting my head back in delight.  I look around the kitchen and squint my eyes in suspicion. 

“Talking about Lil’ man... where is he? I haven’t heard him utter a word.” Sam shrugged his shoulders and turned the heat up higher on the stove. 

“Last time I saw him he was waddling upstairs to find a toy of some sort. It’s kept him quiet so I’m not complaining!” I furrow my eyebrows. What toy? All of his toys were downstairs. 

I placed my glass on the counter and picked up my bag.  “I’ll be back just a sec, I’m going to get changed.” I kissed Sam on the cheek and made my way upstairs. 

The silence of my own child was alarming me. Not that I was an anxious parent, but I had gotten used to the shouting and screeching of playing with toy figures, footsteps racing around the house and shouts of delight when I came home from a long day at work.  Now my son was quiet and I wasn’t used it. 

“Love? Are you ok? You haven’t said hello yet!”  I peeked my head round the doorframe to his room, expecting to see his rosy cheeks stare back at me.  Empty. 

I frowned.  Where is he?

I slowly make my way toward me and Sam’s room. I open the door, crossing my fingers in the hope to find Bash in there, despite it being very rare to have him in our room unless we were there.  “Love-”

A bang, and a quick scuffle in an attempt to hide something, but I’d already opened the door. Bash had something behind his back, his blonde hair styled in a very bizarre manner. “Hey bud! What you got there?” I ask. I don’t allow my anxiety to show in my voice as it was clear he was under the bed and found something worth concealing. Many possibilities flashed through my mind and I shivered. 

“N-nothing. I missed you!” I was quickly bombarded by the biggest hug a little boy could give. As soon as his arms wrapped around me, my anxieties almost faded completely. I allowed myself to rest my head on his, and his grip tightened around me.  “I missed you more!” I mumble. 

I peeked under the bed whilst I was entrapped in my boys arms, and saw the indistinguishable shape of a large photobook. Confused, I slowly pulled away and looked down at him. 

“Dear, were you looking through my school photos?” Bash looked at me with the guiltiest face I’d ever seen him make. He looked as though he was going to cry. 

“I-I’m sorry! I was curious I didn’t know-”

I placed a hand on his scruffy hair and I smiled.  “Hey lil man it’s alright! I’d just like you to ask next time ok?”

Bash nodded his head and I walked gingerly over to the book.  “I’d forgotten I even had this...”

I picked up the book, sitting on the bed, and allowed Bash to sit in my lap as I blew the mounds of dust off the books surface. 

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the long supressed memories of my teenage years. 

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Being at Stardrop High School was either a hit or miss. You were either popular, like Shane or Abigail, or you were the nerds such as Emily and Maru.  A lot of the popular kids were dickheads, but god damn were they beautiful. I spent most of my teenage years envying the likes of Abigail, with her purple hair below her shoulders, her sparkling blue eyes... either I wanted to be her or I was in love with her. I still didn’t know to this day, even whilst looking at her face in the yearbook. Shane was not much different either; he constantly was swarmed by girls everywhere he went. Such a shame he was a Class A Manipulator. I remember the day I saw he had been arrested on the news for horrific crimes involving younger women. That was enough to make me block out the remainder of my memories from them days. 

As I flick through the book of echoes, one by one I am telling my son everything I can remember about the students. Of course, I did not know everyone in the school - hell, I barely could even remember those in my class. 

My throat seized as my eyes landed onto a particular young, handsome face. Bash felt my movement beneath him as my limbs froze, hand shaking as I rest a finger upon the lip of a boy that I thought I could never forget. 

Chocolate brown eyes, magpie blue hair that covered one side of his face. Freckles like constellations decorating his pale white skin.  He wasn’t smiling - he rarely, if ever, did.  I wish I’d realised at the time how troubled that young boy was. I was too mesmerized by his silent beauty, his solitude that for some reason drew me even closer to him. 

As memories flooded to me, both wonderful but painstaking, I found my mind wandering.  What if... I’d have gathered the courage to talk to him?  What if he had not been alone in every class? 

Although the school was almost segregated into beauty and intelligence, at that age I believed Sebastian had it all. A boy who sat in such silence must’ve had something to say, but something that would’ve been misunderstood. A boy so quiet, but when he looked at you with such kind, understanding eyes his presence was as loud as a firework exploding into your chest. 

What if I’d asked him when we were alone, the answer to a problem I was struggling with in Maths?  What if I’d asked him how to convey the emotion of infatuation to help with an English essay that I'd never actually been given to do?

I wondered what his answer would be to love. To the universe.  Would he have broken his lonely character and told me something profound? Or would he have kept that cold gaze, a gaze that only I could see through? 

 They took Sebastian’s grace and delicacy and ruined him.  A teardrop fell onto a frozen, plastic face as a flash of the boy’s beaten and bruised face entered my mind. 

The boy’s, Shane and Alex, never should’ve done that to him. It wasn’t Sebastian’s fault. No one should be jumped or beaten for living their own life. But people who thrived off popularity would never understand people’s gratitude toward themselves.  I remembered that one day when he broke his silence whilst I sat next to him, dabbing a wet cloth onto his wounds. 

He didn’t flinch, not the entire time. He only said one thing. “Why are you helping me?” 

And I never responded. 

Maybe because in the end, I didn’t help him.  I never forgotten the scar on my heart, a result of the muscle tearing into two when I walked into class and my eyes travelled to his seat.  Except there was something else there, something that wasn’t my Sebastian. 

A potted poppy plant took the empty chair and claimed it as its own. It stared at me in the face, mocking me, its seeds threatening to shoot bullets through my chest. 

Sebastian had had a voice; but that voice had become the loudest in the class when he could no longer use it.  From that day on, I had frequent night terrors. Although I hadn’t been close to his family, rumours spread quick. The rumours spiralled, engulfing me to the point of suffocation, each story stabbing daggers into my body as I helplessly wailed in my own head.

It wasn’t until a few weeks after the incident that the school told us. And when they did, the memories of Stardrop School flew away on broken wings. 

That day, Sebastian had gone home, playing with his siblings. He had cuddled with his smaller brother and played Barbies with his sister. After making food for his family, he kissed his mother goodnight, snuck out the house and walked his last walk to Stardew Bridge.

Somebody had heard the screams of mental anguish as it ripped through their ears. A boys’ vocal chords were straining, his lungs bursting for air. He screamed, and he screamed, and he wailed into the night. The boys’ foot stepped out into the black void, and a passer-by would claim that he had seen a true fallen angel. An angel never to resurface from the gates of a self-induced Hell. 

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The feeling of small arms around my neck snapped me back into reality. I looked down at the book to find it had been tainted with tears, and my son was holding me in a hug around the neck. I looked down and I gasped.  The reason his hair was so messy was because he was trying to style it much like Sebastian had. 

“I only wanted to look like him...” He mumbled, and he hugged me tighter. “I’m sorry. I thought because he had my name...”

I shook my head and looked down at my angel.  “It’s alright Sebastian. Come here and I can help you.”

[harrison-abbott]

Stark Black Ink

I had a dream where I was watching a film with my best mate and for some reason I had a switchblade with me, which I kept reopening and waving at Henry, with this gleeful pop of the blade, and yet the knife wasn’t like a regular blade, more like a long thin pole; yet Henry was disturbed anyway and he tried to concentrate on the movie rather than acknowledge my antics; and then the blade disappeared altogether and I asked Henry where it had gone and he said he didn’t know; and then I woke up; and there was rain beating on the window, sharp white droplets on the glass, with an oceanic sound of wind in the forest, the mass myriad lumber groaning and whooshing with that almighty element, and I lay and listened for a while and it was just as beautiful as it was when I was a child, even though I was 30 now, and getting no younger, and yet there was little point in lying there thinking so I got up and put my jeans socks and shoes on and I went downstairs and boiled the kettle and I heard her pottering about in her bedroom and I thought, with reinforced distaste, that she was the worst person that I’d ever met, and in the kitchen I spooned some coffee into the vat and looked at the garden as it boiled and there were fat woodpigeons munching on bread in the yellow & blue concrete, and this crafty male cat watching them ominously from the top of the shed, and then the kettle clicked and I made to pour the water in the vat, but then from upstairs came the click of her door, and this meant she was coming downstairs, and I just couldn’t handle that, so I ditched the vat, and put on my raincoat and I left the house with a curt shut of the front door and then I was in the winter oxygen again and the daylight winced my eyes for ten seconds and then I was walking down the hill to the shops and I passed the railings at the middle point in the descent, where the man had killed himself a few months back, and the flowers were all gone now (somebody had come and taken them all away) and now there was only a football scarf with a plaque attached to it which said MISS YOU EVERY DAY from his sister, and it was just so sad but I couldn’t do anything about it but feel blue even though I’d never met the man, and I got to the bottom of the road where the houses were solo and pretty and European looking and I passed the river which was rushing with the recent rainfall and onwards I climbed up the other side of the hill to the supermarket and whence there I bought a newspaper and then took that out to the park behind the store and I read the typical political scandal headlines of tax evasion but not the articles because it was nothing novel, surprising, same old shit, and I read of some horror story in the north of England about some family who were murdered in surreal circumstances; and of some revolt in Asia with grizzly statistics; some mass shooting in the US, the second in 48 hours, with an uploaded-toll; an ominous warning about the economy, how the UK was set to be the only major nation to shrink this coming year; and then some cute story about a dog that found its way back home after five months of being missing and presumed dead; an athlete that was doing charity work; an appeal for an old museum that was set to be knocked down due to a lack of interest; some miraculous find – of coins and tools and other spooky metalware – from the Roman Empire, or Roman soldiers, rather, near Hadrian’s wall [another sleepy hilly grass part of Britannia] which had lain there for two thousand years; and some wacky unexplained stuff from Space, outer orbit, some planet similar to our one, in another galaxy, which could, maybe baby, hold life just like we do: and nicely followed by this UFO which hasn’t been unexplained, seen somewhere above the Pacific Ocean; and, umm, this superstar soccer player accused of rape, which he probably did do, but can get away with it, or has already, because he’s famous; and these group of schoolchildren which had set up an Anti War demonstration in their playground, with lots of pictures/paintings on the wall at the back, having done it through their own intuition; and then this group of doctors who had made a small breakthrough with cancer treatment; and a brave band of employees who were suing a major corporation for being maltreated and underpaid; and a painting by a classic artist which had been newly discovered by chance in somebody’s attic after they died; and similarly this first-copy vinyl single by The Beatles which had sold for £2000 in Oxfam, without the shopkeepers knowing what it was; and some belligerent news about a chain of stores which had just gone into administration, risking four thousand jobs with it, and I wondered about all of those people, ordinary folks, who would have their salaries slashed off in a oner, with all the worry fret and fear going along with being suddenly made unemployed and I wished them well but also had no power to help them … and then I got to the celebrity shit in the middle of the paper and skipped all that, and I thought about doing the crossword but couldn’t be fucked, and I got to the last few pages of news, and there was an earthquake and a bus accident and some ‘religious’ mass killing, then another terrorist incident, and it was incredulous how a hundred people or so were murdered, right on this cheap bit of greyish paper with the stark black ink … and I digested the info with an oh-dearism, and after I’d finished I folded the paper in half and put it in in my pocket … and analysed the park all around me, with the birds singing in the trees.

[noodles-n-soba]

Genshin boys reacting to you after your friend spilled a drink on you

Scenario: After you and your so called "Friend" got in a fight, they actually spilled a drink on you.. Your s/o finds out, and the consequences aren't that good~. A modern!au

Characters: Bennett, Tartaglia, Diluc, Itto, Razor, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao x reader

Warnings: suggestive language, didn't proofread

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Bennett

 When he sees you arriving, completely soaked and a stain on your white blouse, he actually gets really angry

Will help you to change clothes by picking new stuff to wear for you

Somehow he spills his own cup of water on your new picked shirt by bumping it over :') . You didn’t even put it on-

Picks a new shirt and this time he gives it directly to you.. Promising he'll throw your shirt which had been ruined by your so-called "friend" and the shirt he accidentally wettened in the washing machine

After you're done getting changed, he'll kiss your forehead, wrap you up in a blanket and will tell you he'll quickly go to school to run some errands

In fact he'll just go to that "Friend" to "Talk" with them..

Your friend doesn't know Bennett is an unlucky guy, and they assume they haven't told you anything since they heard you were going somewhere else (not knowing you'd go home, coming across Bennett and telling him everything after)

Invites your friend to help him with a science project that he's been busy with.. And they don't refuse

Sometimes he thinks his unluckiness is an absolute blessing in disguise.. The fact that this "friend" accidentally burned their hand, spilling a chemical substance over their hand and their hair almost catching flames is enough for Bennett to be satisfied

"Thanks for helping me."

The two of them aren't even done or Bennett already leaves :)

Will only tell you with a smile on his face when he comes home that "Everything's been taken care of!"

Tartaglia

Oh LORD the hate in this man's eyes-

Nah, you're actually telling him it's all alright and that he doesn’t need to get involved with the situation at ALL

He won't hesitate a second and will either go to their house or wait the next morning.

Will ask you which drink it was before he leaves in the morning, he decides he'd do it the next morning.. Where there would be more people to witness his grand revenge plan

You wouldnt tell him, till he kept on begging you and bugging you about the fact that he wouldn't forgive them for doing this to you..

Will give you one of his normal fits (he finds you absolutely adorable tho..)

Will buy a can of that exact soda in the lunch break, opens it and takes a sip.

Will approach your 'friend', looks around to see if you're nearby to witness what will happen~

After he takes another sip, he'll spill the drink on them, an innocent smile on his face

'Whoops.  I slipped a bit.. Oh wait, let me... just..'

Somehow he was another can, will throw it over them too- they're literally smelling like soda at this rate and their hair and body is all sticky.. Their uniform is definitely ruined

When the two cans are empty, will walk past your "friend", neatly throw them away and will walk back past them..

"Dont ever dare to approach (Y/n) again, or the consequences will be fatal.."

When you come rushing to the scene, he'll immediately wrap an arm around you and wander away as if nothing happened just now.

"Ah! My lovely (Y/n)..! You dont have to worry about any of that..."

Diluc

Seems calm on the outside when he sees you, but is ansolutwy boiling from within

"... I'll prepare a bath for you my love.."

While he lets the bath run he thinks about a way to absolutely kill that person :)

Will prepare some fresh clothes for you, knowing you're not in an all too happy mood, will give you one of his hoodies because those cheer you up

Will take your soaked clothes from you and throws them in the washing machine immediately, kisses you on the forehead and will run all your errands so you can rest

The next morning, he'll calmly' talk with that so called friend of yours..

Makes them cry and shit their pants out of fear.. Diluc is so scary sometimes, geez-

When they come rushing at you, throwing apologies to you and asking for your forgiveness,  you see Diluc creeping behind them.. Pupils constricted as his eyelids flinch

"... I'd rather have you 6 feet in the ground than 6 feet in front of (Y/n).. And I can make that wish come true.."

Scared to death once more, they rush to somewhere else.. You haven't seen them from that day on to be honest.

Itto

He can't deal with sacrifices, or his crew mates getting mistreated

So, the fact that you come home, completely soaked and a stain on your normally perfectly white blouse which you tried maintaining so neat.. Makes his blood boil.

"Aaaargh! Who did this!? I'll murder them! You hear me!? Murder. Them!"

You swear you saw some steam flying out of  his ears-?

Ushi will moo loudly to calm him down

"A.. Ah! Fight... No I mean, right! Ergh, I can't think.. I'm so pissed off.. My little (Y/n).. My (Prince/ princess).. Tell me.. Who is the culprit!?"

Not wanting him to take any drastic measures, you didn't tell him the name..

But the next morning at school you heard Itto got into problems, again..

"Words spread fast around here. Believe me, (Y/n).. Itto probably heard who did it from someone in the gang.. " Kuki said while the two of you were on the way to the principals office..

Well, worst case scenario.. Itto actually send his bull flying to your ex friend..- (Everyone asked themselves where the absolute FUCK he pulled that from)

The two of you explain the situation, and lucky enough your ex friend will get warned too, Itto was lucky this time

You will softly smack the back of his head when the three of you get out of the office

"... You're an idiot.."

But you'll make it up with a kiss right after :)

Razor

Not much words, but his face says enough...

He's really really ticked off, rushing off without saying a word..

Well, atleast he quickly prepared some clothes for you..  But after that he immediately left

As said before, not a guy of many words..

So when he arrives at your ex friend's house, proceeds to bash on the door and waits for it to open

Nobody opens it.. Sooo, he decides to vandalize the house (help-)

Messes up bushes, this guy actually stomps on green plants.. He hates greens so-

(I tried stopping myself from writing this but it seems so damn canon that he'd take a piss against a wall HELP. FORGET THIS.)

He will leave their garden absolute demolished, their windows covered with mud and.. Yeah.. when he's satisfied he'll take his leave.

He's a sneaky boy, so somehow nobody saw him doing this?

This is the next gossip on your school the next day.. Not knowing what the hell Razor did, you ask him

".. Made sure.. They would regret messing.. With you."

Proceeds to keep his silence while holding your hand the entire day~

Scaramouche

"The hell did you do."

When you tell him about your so called friend spilling their drink on you, his eyes start to shoot pure hell fire..

"And who might this so called.. Friend.. Of yours be? (Y/n) (L/n)."

Has a habit of calling your entire name when things get a little too serious or heat up

When the name accidentally slips over your lips, he'll smile sadistically and stand up, pressing a firm kiss on those exact lips..

"Sweet like honey.. And so will be my revenge my dearest."

The next day, he'll calmly approach your ex friend.. Eventually grabbing them by the collar and press them against their locker

"What did I hear? Spilling drinks over my precious (Y/n)..?"

His aura is literally so terrifying whenever he's pissed off.. His eyes always menacingly staring at you.. Pf

Won't hesitate to beat them up, it might he the harsh truth but he would.

When he feels like he's had enough, he'll wipe the blood off his fist and calmly head back to where ever you are

Thoma

When you come home, seemingly depressed and a stain on your shirt, he immediately quits whatever he's doing and rushes towards you

"What happened!?"

Will observe everything, from head to toe..  Will cup your cheeks in his hands as you tell him what happened while crying uncontrollably

Will prepare a bath for you, cook something, bring you your favorite books/Mangas, everything you like..

Will take the bath with you, taking care of you.. Combing your hair, washing it, washing your body with tender movements and showering you with kisses.. All that to make you feel better

"... Don't cry, it's all fine now.."

Will always wipe your tears with his thumb..  Pressing kisses on your cheeks and smile

He's just the perfect boyfriend-

As for that friend of yours... :)

He doesn't take the aggressive approach , he will first try and talk with them to get an idea of the situation

Learning that your ex friend literally threw a tantrum for no reason, Thoma actually gets irritated.. But doesn't perform any mischievous stuff.

The least he can do is tell them he is NOT okay with this. And give them a warning he'll beat the living shit out of them if they approach you :)

Venti

First, he'll joke about it.. Thinking its nothing that bad

"Eh! Tsk.. Is that a.. *gasp* my lovely and cute (Y/n) secretly drank some beverage!? And spilled it over themselves...?"

When he doesn't see you smile, he gets concerned..

"My lovely song bird.. Whats wrong?"

When you tell him everything that happened, he will immediately comfort you

"Ah! Which rat touched my dearest Lyre ?! I'll bring judgement upon thee!"

Will prepare some new clothes for you, and while you are in bath.. He'll take his leave to your ex friend's house..

Doesn't care about infiltrating the house, he just wants to have a word with them :)

When they open the door and see Venti standing there, they can't take him all that serious

This guy can insult people like a damn God.. In a few minutes your ex-friend is literally crying..

Venti keeps on going and going till the door gets bashed in his face

"Oh.. Now you're offended? Well, next time think before you harass my (y/n).."

He's pleased as fuck when he returns home.. In fact, he's been out for 45 minutes.. Kinda worried you were still waiting for him on the couch

"Venti?! Where did you go..? You didn't told me anything.."

He places both hands in his hips and has a smug grin on his face

"Ah! Nowhere, nowhere.. All I know is that you do not need to worry anymore about your so called friend.."

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Leaving you with a thousand questions he smooches your face and wanders off to somewhere again in the house

Xiao

Will hear you call his name, so his gut tells him to go to you directly~

He always just guesses where you are, and never misses in some way

It's actually happening as he arrives.. Seeing your friend throwing a drink over your blouse and you holding your hands up in the air

Seeing this makes his blood boil like crazy.. Like he literally rushes to the person who just spilled the drink on you, grabs their wrist, and squeezes it

"What the hell did you just do."

The cup immediately falls to the floor as the person is filled with anxiety to the brim.. Xiao is literally so intimidating-

"You better go on your knees and apologize to them.. Or else.."

Almost snaps their wrist till they beg for mercy and already let themselves fall on their knees in front of you

You're absolutely stunned- like.. What in the heavens just happened to you in 10 seconds? Someone spilled a drink all over you and now they're kneeling in front of you

You just let it happen, noticing how angry Xiao is looking.. Ordering the person to kneel deeper for you-

"Xiao.. Its okay.." You try nervously

He actually listens to you.. Granting the person a bit more mercy and letting them run off.

Will check on you than, even undressing himself to give you his shirt and jacket

You stop him instantly when he starts unbuttoning his blouse.. I mean, not every needs to know what's under that shirt...-

Will walk you home, the rest of your lessons could be skipped according to him..

He'll also make sure you're completely okay!! And he takes care of you

After he is cooled down, he realizes what the hell he did.. And will be a lit embarrassed. But it's for the good.. So..?

[pamgkrthwrites]

How would yandere Macaque react to hearing his love interest breaking down in tears after a heated argument with someone on the phone, like a family member and then saying "I wish they'd just fucking die"

This will go in two parts because I think he would have different reactions depending on his relationship with you.

If Macaque is stalking you but you haven't met him yet

He would be sitting on the wall next to the window of the room you are in, listening to the entire time as he usually does.

You have been yelling at this family member for almost 2 hours now. He was admittedly getting turned on by your anger, but he hears you getting very annoyed and hears the sound of you hanging up.

He can only guess you went to your bed because of the sounds being made in the room. And soon he heard you start to cry into a pillow.

His heart stings and he wants to go in and comfort you, but some ugly monkey monster coming into your room would probably worsen your state. He was frozen to the wall.

Then he heard your words "I wish they'd just fucking die."

His blood began to boil.

Who fucking dared to hurt the most perfect thing in the world? And why did they think this action would not have consequences?

He waited until you fell asleep from crying before sneaking into your room. He got onto your phone and put in the code he knew from stalking you so much and went through your call history to see the number of the person.

Before he left he cleans your place and gets you water ready for the morning. He needs to comfort you somehow, even if he can't do it himself.

When he leaves he finds ways to track the phone number and the owner of the phone and kills your family member in cold blood.

He trashed their house and out all the things they loved and burnt them. He then also burnt the body and took the ashes to put somewhere else.

When you find out the news your family member "went missing" and their home was trashed, he felt kinda guilty for your words but felt as if karma struck them their selves.

Lucky or unlucky for you, Karma's name was Macaque and he was just happy you no longer had to deal with that person anymore.

If Macaque and you are dating

First off, who fucking dare to call you while you were cuddling him?

Your facial reaction gave him enough to know this was probably one family member you hated talking to.

You get up from the couch and make your way to your bedroom closing the door behind you.

Macaque pouts but listens in on the conversation.

"I'm telling you Y/N, dating that... that thing will make people look down on you!" Ouch.

"Oh, will you fuck off? I've told you I will date whoever I want to and if I want to date Macaque I fucking will! He isn't a thing either you-"

It was a back and forth with someone over if you should date him. His heart sank with the fear that you were going to leave him, but within 10 minutes you hang up and he could you throw something.

He got up and made his way to the room. His hand above the doorknob, he heard you say "I wish they'd just fucking die."

That got his blood boiling but he needed to stay calm for you.

He walked in, seeing your back to the door. "Hey starlight, you okay?"

That's when he heard you whimper.

He felt his body go into shock and he rushed over to you and saw your crying face.

How fucking dare that idiot makes you cry.

He pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. He tells you everything is okay and that he is here for you and he will even let you braid hair this time.

He spends the rest of the day making sure you are given food you like, in comfortable places, you have all the pillows, and that you feel loved.

When you fall asleep, however, he goes to that family members house, kidnaps them, takes them to a cave outside of town, and give them a slow and painful death. He burns them and the evidence and uses the ashes to make a small diamond that he gives you as earrings.

No one is hurting his starlight.

[strangelysamantha]

Hi! Can I request a jj x reader where they’re dating but have a massive fight right before a kegger so they’re ignoring each other all night. And then during the party her drink gets spiked and jj and the others take her home and look after her. Then the next morning jj is crying and apologising for not looking out for her. Thanks

scared for you ☆

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, spiking of drinks, blacking out, verbal arguments.

words: 2,649.

summary: when a fight breaks out between you and jj, he can’t help but be petty and ignore you. this causes you to be left alone at a kegger.

request? yes, and my requests are still open!

a/n: hi hi hi, more stories coming tonight! thanks for the request, and if you enjoyed please like and comment! i appreciate it. they/them pronouns are used for the reader. <3

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“jj, why are you so upset?” you questioned jj, and he hesitated, before finally speaking up. “really? why am i upset?” you nod, waiting for his response, but he doesn’t continue. you roll your eyes, “yes. why are you so upset?” you continue tying your shoes, preparing yourself for the kegger that already started thirty minutes ago. “i wasn’t that upset, but the fact you don’t even know why i’m mad just annoys me more.” he looks away from you, avoiding eye contact. you look up at him. “are you serious? you can’t just tell me what i did?” he stays silent.

you finally stand up, standing in front of him. his eyes look down at you, “i’m upset because you blew me off, claiming you had a family issue.” you frown. “j, i did have a family issue.” he shakes his head as if to say he didn’t believe you. “you really don’t trust or believe me?” he shrugs. “no i don’t fucking trust you, especially after all the shit you’ve done.”

“are you fucking kidding me? it really was a family issue. i should be the one upset here since you don’t even believe me.” he crosses his arms together. “you believe you should be the one upset?” he questions. you scoff, “yes! you don’t believe me, and you are blowing this whole situation up.” you try to continue but he interrupts you, “i’m not blowing anything up, stop acting like this is all on me. god, you are the one being secretive and shit.” you frown, “instead of automatically getting angry, why don’t you talk to me about it?” he shakes his head. jj storms off not answering you, the door slamming shut behind him.

you sit in silence, trying to even understand what had just happened since it all happened so fast. you contemplate going to the kegger alone, finally deciding to go. you assumed that jj would be going, and you thought it would be best to try and go so you could fix what just happened as soon as possible.

jj had left you, and he took the car. luckily, the beach wasn’t too far, and you could easily walk. you walked for about five minutes before you arrived. you eagerly search around, trying to find any familiar faces but you fall short. you didn’t recognize anyone around you. you approach the party closer, having people occasionally greet you, but none you were genuinely close too.

you see jj hanging out with john b and pope. you smile softly, glad that he was here instead of doing something reckless. you look over at him, and he looks at you, before immediately redirecting his eyes. jj had made a vow to himself that he would ignore you tonight. he didn’t want to blow up on you, but the biggest reason was he just didn’t want to talk to you anymore. you frown at the realization. since jj was ignoring you, you decided to do the same. you walk towards a small group of people, randomly introducing yourself.

they applaud you on your boldness, immediately letting you inside their small group. “so what are you up to?” a guy with brunette hair smirked at you. you smile, “i’m just here.” you shrug, not entirely sure what you were actually doing at a kegger, practically alone. usually if you went somewhere where you had no one to hang out with, you would leave. today was different though. you avoided looking at jj, and jj did the same. his eyes never even looked your way, too focused on john b’s lame attempts of trying to flirt with sarah.

the group you settled yourself into was slowly dying down. one girl in particular decided she had enough and headed home, her girlfriend going with her. the other two guys left, going farther down the beach to play football. that left you alone with the brunette guy, and his best friend. you hadn’t drank anything, not wanting to have a horrible hangover.

“are you sure you don’t want us to get you a drink? i mean, it would seriously loosen you up, and you could possibly get your mind off your current issues.” the brunette smiled, you had actually become his acquaintance. you bite your lip slightly, thinking. “i mean sure. why not.” you laugh slightly and he chuckles, “right on. i’ll be back.” you nod, watching him walk away.

his other friend smiled down at you, “are you from around here?” you nod. “yeah, what about you?” he smiles, “just here for a trip. we are actually heading back home tomorrow morning.” you frown. “ah, that sucks. did you enjoy your time here?” you ask, making conversation. he nods. “pretty fun town. the water was the best part. the ocean view was always so beautiful.” you nod at his response, silence falling over the two of you.

his friend came back, three solo cups in his hand. “cheers, to your guys on the last day.” you take the red solo, clinging it with theirs. “cheers.” they say together. you bring the drink to your lips, swallowing it. “it was so-.” your mind became clouded, and you couldn’t even think about what you were trying to say. “guys?” your eyes widened as your voice felt hoarse. your mind felt empty, and confusion washed over you. before you knew it, your eyes were closing, and your body began to feel limp and light. the last thing you heard were the two boys laughing. “too easy.”

the boys held you up, grabbing you by the waist. whispering amongst themselves while they carried you to their car. before they even made it halfway, john b stopped them. “what are you two doing?” he stared at you, limp in his arms. his heart hurt seeing you like this. he stared as they stood in front of him, silent. pope joined john b, “what is going on?” popes eyes set on you, anger boiling inside of him. “oh you know man, just had too much to drink.” john b shakes his head. “no. we know them. they hardly ever drink.” the boys raise their eyebrows, “is that so?” john b nods, walking towards them. “who even are you? never seen you before. and since i don’t know you, that leads me to believe that they don’t know you either.” the boys glanced at each other for a moment. “your right. we don’t know them.” they swiftly push you into john b, john b falling back at the sudden movement.

the culprits ran towards their car, hopping in and driving off. john b held you up, pope joining in, making it easier to lift you. john b looked at pope, pope already thinking the same thing. “how the hell are we going to tell jj?” pope shook his head. “let’s just get them back to your house. then we can think of ways to break the news to jj.” john b nodded in agreement. john b and pope carried you to the twinkie, pope getting in the front seat, john b held you close to make sure you still had a pulse and they hadn’t done anything yet. “they are knocked out for sure.” john b spoke up.

“it’ll be a few hours before they even have a chance of waking up.” john b frowns, he just wanted you to wake up now so he knew you were actually okay. once pope had made it to john b’s house, the two of them carried you inside, placing you on jj’s bed. you laid limp on the bed, the two boys watching you in horror. “shit! reposition them! that looks so uncomfortable!” pope scrambled to the bed, immediately straightening you out. he took your shoes off, placing them at the end of the bed. pope took the blankets, tucking you inside the bed.

“are you ready pope?” john b looked at pope, seeing his eyes widened. “what do you mean, are you ready pope?! i’m not calling jj!” pope glanced at john b, bewildered. john b rolled his eyes. “fine but i’m putting it on speaker.” pope nods, patiently waiting for john b to grab his phone.

john b dials jj’s number. it rings twice before jj answers. “yo john b! what’s up.” john b frowns. “jj, you know how you left the party?” pope sighs while he watches this whole situation unravel. “yeah, i wanted to get out of there. i couldn’t stand watching everything, well y'know.” jj laughed, “so glad i left though. i’m doing good.” pope interrupted him. “john b! just tell him already.” jj stopped, “pope? tell me what?” jj held his breath, waiting. his mind was spiraling with every bad thing that could have happened.

“uhm. jj it’s bad. pope and i, we were at the beach. we noticed these two boys… and they drugged-.” before john b could even say your name, jj cut him off. “no.” pope rolled his eyes, seeing jj immediately shut john b down. “no, guys. this isn’t funny. you can’t say this shit as an attempt for me to come home.” john b groaned, slamming his hand on the kitchen table. “jj! will you stop with the shit! this isn’t a joke bro. that would be fucked up.” jjs breath gets caught in his own throat. “you mean…?” john b frowns, “yeah.” jj immediately hangs up, getting ready to go to john b’s house.

when jj arrives, john b and pope give him the rundown on what had happened. they decided to wait to invite kiara, since she had to work. jj slowly walked to his room, scared of what he would see. when he saw you, passed out on his bed, his heart shriveled up. water glistened in his eyes. he couldn’t help but blame himself. he wasn’t there for you. he didn’t protect and watch after you.

he immediately leaves the room, pulling pope and john b into a hug. “thank you. thank you for protecting them when i couldn’t.” john b frowned. “jj- you can’t put this on yourself.” pope nodded. “how could you have known?” jj shakes his head. “i should have been there, i should have stayed.” john b smacks him on the side of his head. “get your shit together jj.” jjs mouth opens in shock. “this isn’t the time for you to spiral. you need to go in there. wait for them to wake up, and you need to make sure they are okay.” jj nods, heading to his room.

jj hated seeing you like this. he sat on a chair in the corner of his room. occasionally checking your pulse to make sure you were still with him. he prepared you water, and was already thinking of what he should make you for breakfast. at around four am, jj had fallen asleep. he didn’t mean to, in fact he wanted to stay awake so he could be there for you when you woke up.

jj woke up at seven am, he immediately looked over at you, seeing you in the same position, and still asleep. his heart hurt. john b and pope weren’t there to ground him, so his thoughts took over. how could he leave you alone? how could he even let this happen? why was he fighting with you in the first place? was it really worth it? these questions continued to invade his mind. he couldn’t hold back the tears as he was silently sobbing in the corner of the room.

the outer banks sun was shining through jj’s thin window curtains. you stirred, waking up. when you were fully awake, you heard faint crying. this caused you to turn your head to see what was going on. “jj?” you frown, seeing him in such a distressed state. you immediately sit up, and become light headed. you didn’t know exactly what had happened. the last place you remembered you had been was at the beach, but somehow you woke up in jj’s bed. you smile, hopeful that jj wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“jj?” you say once more, louder so he could hear you. his head turns towards you. his face was stained with tears, his hair wild as you assumed he ran his hands through it multiple times. before you could ask any questions, he’s already bombarding you. “are you okay? do you remember anything?” you shake your head, your mind going back to last night. “the last thing i remember is going to a kegger, and meeting a group of people because you were ignoring me.”

he stayed silent. he was right. he was the reason, he- “jj? what’s on your mind? was it your dad again?” you frown. your arm reaches out to cup his face. he pulls you into a hug. “no. not my dad. last night… uh.” he pulled away, giving you some space. “last night you were drugged.” your eyes widened. “what?” the tears began to fall from his eyes once again. “look. i’m so sorry. i should have been there for you. i could have prevented this. i’m so sorry. i didn’t want this to happen to you. if only i had stayed, if i was there i would have punched those two guys in the jaw.” his eyes shut, you take your hand to wipe away his tears.

“jj. it’s okay. nothing happened to me, did it?” you wait, slightly scared at what his response would be. “no. nothing happened, john b and pope saved you in time.” you nod, relieved. “jj. i’m okay. nothing happened to me, please. john b and pope saved me. it's not something you should work yourself up about.” he slowly nods, not entirely agreeing. you open your arms, hugging him. “okay. i was really scared for you.” you frown at his words. “jj-,” he cuts you off. “i just… i can’t stop thinking about what would have happened if john b and pope weren’t there.” you shake your head. “you can’t think about that. jj, im here. i'm fine, we are okay. we shouldn’t think about the past, it’ll only make matters worse.”

he listens, a frown still hung on his lips. “okay. well i want to make you a special breakfast!” your eyebrows lift at jj, “you?” he smiles, and you continue. “you want to make breakfast?” he nods, “yes!” you stare at him, “okay. sure.” you get entirely out of bed, his hand immediately finding your waist to ensure you were steady. “first let's get you changed.” he pulls a t-shirt of his from his closet, and a pair of shorts you’ve left over. he hands you the clothes before turning around to let you change.

you put the outfit on, handing him your outfit from yesterday. he puts them in the dirty laundry hamper, walking you to the kitchen. you watch amused, seeing jj pull out a bunch of different ingredients and spices. “what are you trying to make?” he turns around, shocked that you even have to ask him. “duh, i’m making us pancakes.” he smiles up at you, as he holds the carton of milk. “oh right. okay. i’ll let you do that then.” john b walks out of his room, joining the two of you in the kitchen.

“why are you guys so loud when it’s literally eight in the morning?” you laugh, “hey!” you call out to him and he jumps at your loud voice. “what?” you stand up, pulling him into a hug. “thank you.” he smiles. “i’m glad you are okay. we are always going to be by your side, regardless if we are all fighting or not.” you nod. your attention from john b shifts to jj, seeing him as he is dancing around the kitchen with a bowl in his hand. “oh. jj is cooking?” john b smiled, “this will be good.” you nod in agreement, “definitely.”