#I know I’ll end up crying and I need to avoid that at all costs

[kastukj]

Thinking I should take a break from tcgf while visiting family to avoid the severe depression I know I’ll get from vol 6…

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : yandere themes ; basically a forced pregnancy ; late term pregnancy complications ; Minho is like, the worlds worst narcissist in this ; let me know if there's more ; Word Count : 6.9k A/N : The amount of research that I did for this one is crazy, but I also learned a lot so... building knowledge while writing fanfic is a plus! This request has been in my ask box for probably over a year and a half now, so... I hope that whoever requested it... I hope you enjoy! (Also, this was supposed to end WAY worse... But you all weren't ready to be sucker punched with sadness, so...) Request : Anonny : Pregnant with yandere leeknow/ yandere leeknow as dad Aaaangst

In The Beginning…

“Minho…” You called timidly from the bedroom, the way you called for him was about the same volume as when someone would talk regularly to a friend. When you spoke it was nothing more than a mouse-like whisper, always scared of what would happen if you raised your voice a little too much. Your doting boyfriend came into the bedroom, his hair tousled and wet from his shower, his eyes always seeming to carry a seductive look, dark and hungry for you at all times. “M-Minho…” You spoke his name again, this time more nervous now that he was standing in front of you. 

A chuckle built in his chest as he sauntered over to you, water wrinkled fingers that were warmer from the hot water he had been standing under, trailed across your cheek, one finger slipping under your chin to tilt your head up as he towered over you. “Mm? What do you need, darling? Are you hungry? Thirsty? I know that last night was quite… exerting for you…” He teased, and you felt your body heat up at the mention of the sinful activities you had taken part in the night before. 

“Uhm… n-no…” You stammered, blinking a few times as you seemed to lose your train of thought constantly when he was standing so close to you, looking at you as if you were a delicious meal that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “We… We didn’t use protection and… Usually you’d get me a… a plan B pill and… I just was wondering if you had gone and… and gotten it by now?” You were always so nervous around him, still not quite sure what made him tick. One second he was happy, or at least he seemed happy, and then the next he was going through an outburst that had you locking yourself in the bathroom until he came to the door apologizing and giving you the same spiel that he would never do it again. You hated when things got like that, you tried to avoid getting him to that point at all costs. 

“I decided you don’t need it anymore.” Minho spoke nonchalantly, as if he was the one who could make that decision for you. Your mouth opened to protest, and he stared at you, waiting for you to say something, anything that would give him a reason to lash out. It’s like he wanted a reason, he wanted to go off on you, like he enjoyed seeing you scared, enjoyed being the hypocritical hero when he comforted you after making you cry. “Think about how wonderful it would be, to have a part of me growing inside of you… you’d be mine, all mine. You’ll never leave me…” His hands moved down to your stomach, as if there was already something in there. “I’ll pick up tests in about 2 weeks, I want to be right here when you take them and read the results.”

The First Signs…

Sitting at the dining room table, the chicken still in your mouth after you had taken a bite, an awful sensation washed over you. A sort of sickness that you couldn’t fight back, and an urge to throw up that you couldn’t breathe your way through as you usually would. “Mm’scuse me…” You mumbled through the palm of your hand that was clasped over your mouth as you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, not even bothering to lock it as your body practically folded over the toilet. 

“Darling…” Minhos soft cooing from the other side of the door had goosebumps forming on your skin. When he cracked the door open, you could see a rather excited smile beginning to spread across his face. “Are you alright?” The juxtaposition of his expression and his words made your head reel. He looked too happy for someone who had just watched their girlfriend throw up all of their dinner. You nodded your head in response, making sure the contents of your stomach were cleared out before taking a few steps to the sink and washing your face and then rinsing your mouth out with water. “I thought you loved that chicken… Hmm, I wonder why it would make you sick all of a sudden…” 

He stepped into the bathroom fully now that you were done being ill, the nausea seeming to be completely gone now, as if it hadn’t been there at all. You knew exactly what he was insinuating, and while it might seem that way, you weren’t ready to accept that it could be what he was thinking, you didn’t want to accept it. “I think they just changed the frying oil or something…” You excused, dabbing at your lips with a bit of toilet paper before exiting the bathroom, Minho right in tow. You couldn’t be pregnant, that would make him all the possessive, all the more obsessive and overbearing. You wouldn’t be able to ever leave, not that you were able to do that now anyway, but it would be so much worse. You probably wouldn’t even be able to look at the windows without him lecturing you. No… pregnancy wasn’t an option for you. 

As you stood at the sink, getting a glass of water from the tap to wash out the taste, Minho stood behind you, his hands placed gently on your stomach. It was the softest he had ever touched you, but you knew that it wasn’t exactly for you, it was for the little demon spawn that he assumed was inside of you. “Does my baby not like the fried chicken? Hmm? Whatever you want, daddy will get it for you… As long as your mommy tells me.” How could he sound so sweet? It was gag inducing, how he pretended to be so caring when he was practically trying to hold you hostage using a potential child. 

The next days were the same, the sudden nausea not even having the common courtesy to creep up on you, instead, hitting you full force, barely allotting you enough time to run to the bathroom or the trash bin to vomit. It didn’t matter what you ate, each day at the same exact time, it was always the same. You could see the light in Minhos eyes growing brighter each time it happened, but you were in denial, and you quite liked being in that state. You didn’t want to accept that there was a very real, very high possibility that you were now carrying his spawn. “I must be coming down with something…” You mumbled, resting your head in the palm of your hand, suddenly feeling exhausted, as if you hadn’t slept in days. It was another sign, another symptom, you knew that, but you hoped that Minho would overlook it. 

“Well it has been 2 weeks, more than that actually, my darling.” The smile that he was was nothing short of sinister as he ran to the bathroom and returned with two boxes in his hands. You knew this time was coming, you had been dreading it, hoping that you would get your period at any moment now. It never came though, and you were terrified of what the tests would undoubtedly reveal once you took them. “I’m sure taking them would answer a lot of your questions… Here…” He slid the boxes across the table, but you refused to even look at them, instead staring out the window, trying your best to block out everything that he was saying. You didn’t want to be pregnant, not by him at least. How could you even be happy bringing a child into this type of lifestyle? “Darling…” He murmured the pet name softly, but rough hands suddenly gripped your chin, turning your attention to him fully. “Take the tests. Now.” 

You huffed loudly, pushing yourself away from the table and snatching the boxes up before rushing to the bathroom. You knew well enough that if you didn’t get there in time and lock the door, he’d probably try to come in and watch you take them just to make sure you weren’t fabricating the results. It would have been a good idea, but you knew he’d notice. There was no way you could just run the test under the sink water and pretend they were negative. It’s not like he’d let you go if they were anyway, he’d just keep trying and trying… and once you started showing… He’d probably be more pissed off that you lied to him. 

“You’re taking quite a while in there… Do you need help?” The question was genuine, but you glared at the door, knowing that he wouldn’t see it. It was the only time you could make those kinds of faces at him without being reprimanded for it. The tests laid on the back of the toilet seat, and much to your dismay, the second line showed up faster and darker than you ever expected it to. “Fuck!” You thought to yourself as you unlocked the bathroom door and flung it open, slipping past him as he rushed in. He was too preoccupied with being excited over the tests to focus on you, at least for right now. All you wanted to do was sleep and hopefully wake up from the nightmare that you had been living in for the last 3 years. 

The First Trimester… 

There was no bond forming. For the most part, you tried to forget that you were pregnant at all. It was easier during this stage. Other than the nausea and the exhaustion and the slight pulling and pinching sensations you’d feel in your lower back and upper thighs, all things that you could write off as any other reason, you didn’t feel pregnant. You were still in denial, you didn’t want this. Minho wanted this, and he was the only one happy about it. This was the happiest you had seen him though, he was absolutely elated, but he was also overly protective, which was becoming a real pain in the ass. 

“I can get dressed on my own.” You muttered as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you pull down your shirt after you had just put it on. “I really don’t like the hovering, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Were you allowed to be honest with him now? Would he excuse it as your hormones going crazy because of the baby? He wouldn’t yell at you, right? Not when you were in such a fragile state. He reached out further, grabbing your wrists, rather tightly, and pulled you towards him. Of course, he wouldn’t dare try to be so rough anywhere around your stomach, but everywhere else was still fair game. 

“You’re carrying my child, and as long as you are, I can hover as much as I like.” He hissed, and even though you didn’t like his tone, you were grateful that he wasn’t yelling. “I know you don’t want it. You’d probably be overjoyed if you miscarried. I won’t allow that to happen though, so just be good for me, let me help.” His expression immediately shifted, his head tilting to the side as the most innocent looking smile had his teeth flashing up at you. It was like whiplash, it made your head hurt. “So what would my babies like to eat today, hmm? Are you craving anything in particular?” He cooed, although his attention was still primarily focused on your stomach. 

Any other woman would want a man like him, a man that treated them this way and got this excited to find out they were pregnant. Any other woman could have him and all of his psychopathic tendencies. “I’m craving a nap.” You snapped, and you watched his nostrils flare out at your disobedient tone, but he didn’t say anything, instead getting off the bed and yanking the covers back for you, waiting for you to climb onto the mattress before carelessly throwing them back over your body. “Thank you.” You mumbled, rolling over onto your side so that your back was to him, tucking the covers around your chin and squeezing your eyes shut. It wasn’t just the raging hormones that tired you out, it was Minho too, him more than anything honestly. Living with him, well, no, not living, being stuck with him, was the most exhausting thing ever. 

“I’ll wake you up for your vitamins and for lunch.” He said sternly, more like a strict caregiver than the father of your unborn child. You hated him. You hated that he did this to you, that he chose you to be the object of all of his desires. Why did he choose you? He still hadn’t told you why, he just insisted that you were the one that he wanted. Now you were carrying his child, and you feared that you’d truly be stuck with him forever. What did you do to deserve that? 

The Second Trimester…

Most women would get an ultrasound at around 9 weeks. However, you had yours at 20 weeks. You didn’t go to a doctors office, instead, Minho had the doctors come to you. Even still, he didn’t want you leaving the house. Before the doctor was even allowed to see you, he had to sign an NDA, with Minhos reasoning being that he was an idol, and he didn’t want the public to know about his fiancées current condition. You still didn’t know when you had gotten engaged, but apparently it had happened at some point before the doctor's arrival. 

Seeing your baby on the screen made it impossible to deny that you truly were pregnant. It also made it hard for you to hate it as you during your entire first trimester. Was it truly the baby’s fault that their father was crazy? Did it’s fathers behavior make the baby inherently evil? No… of course it didn’t. The baby was still a part of you, and you were a good person. You wouldn’t allow your child to grow up to be like Minho. “It’s a girl.” The doctor said, pointing to the screen as if you’d understand what you were being shown, but Minho was mesmerized by what he was seeing, his jaw slacked in awe. 

“That’s my daughter… Our daughter? Really? Is she healthy?” It was Minho asking all the questions that most women in your position would be asking. You were too caught up in your own thoughts though. A baby girl, you were carrying his daughter. She’d be more like you, right? Maybe having a daughter would change the way he is, he’d become normal, a man that you could actually love and welcome having a family with. He wouldn’t want his own daughter to be with a man like himself, right? 

The doctor turned up the volume on the little tv, a rapid pulsing sound filled the room, both you and Minho were silent as you listened. “She’s healthy, very healthy.” The doctor said, smiling to both you and Minho. You were… happy. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at the screen, watching the baby squirm around, and you couldn’t wait to be able to feel her moving beneath your skin. “I’ll print out the pictures and then be on my way. I’d like to make another appointment for next month though, make sure she continues growing the way she should. I also want some bloodwork from you…” He motioned towards you, and you swallowed thickly, looking at Minho who looked slightly annoyed at the doctor's pushiness. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong, we just like to make sure that there’s no underlying problems. Better to be safe, right?” 

His words had you tensing up, your hands moving down to your stomach, rubbing over the small swell that had begun to form as your daughter grew bigger. “Why… Why would there be underlying problems? What could be wrong?” You squeaked out, not wanting to look up at the doctor, worried that his expression would give you a silent answer, one that you were scared to know. Minho was still, like a statue, only his eyes moving between you and the doctor, but there was no answer, just a soft sigh and a gentle tapping against your hand to try to calm you. The gesture was supposed to make you feel better, but you heard Minhos teeth gritting together. 

“It’s just precautionary. This is your first appointment since you’ve gotten pregnant. It’s to make sure both you and the baby are healthy and that there are no problems now or in the future. From what I see though, you and your daughter are perfectly fine. You have nothing to worry about.” Your hand was held lightly by the doctor who offered you a reassuring smile, but before you could thank him, Minho was, quite rudely, ushering him out of the room and shutting the door. On the other side of the door, in the hallway, you could hear Minhos aggrivated voice, low enough that you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but you could feel it, reverberating through the walls and the floorboards. He was talking so fast that the doctor didn’t have a chance to speak, and before you knew it, the front door was slammed shut and then Minho was storming back into the bedroom. 

“Touching you… Holding your hand… Who the fuck is that guy?!” Minho growled as he shut the door behind himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the door. “You don’t need any more fucking doctors. You were doing just fine without them. There’s nothing else we need to know anyway. Our daughter is healthy and that’s what matters. There’s no need to have some touchy ass fuckwad coming in here, looking at you… Ugh!” You could see the heat radiating off of him, he was beyond angry, he was absolutely irate, and while you didn’t want to push him any further, what the doctor had said prompted you to speak up. 

“Min… Honey…” It was an attempt to soften him up, you never called him that, not unless you were trying to get him to agree to something. Most of the time it never worked, but it at least would keep him from going off as rashly as he would without the pet name. “What if there is a… a problem… I think we both should know. We don’t need to keep him as our doctor… We can find someone else… But I think the bloodwork is important.” You sat up on the bed, trying to get a better look at him, trying to read his expression, but he was completely blank. “Minho…” You tried to get his attention, unaware that you already had it fully and he was just deep in thought. 

“No…” His hand was held out, one finger up to silence you as a chuckle was huffed out of his parted lips, his breaths coming faster and faster as he pushed himself away from the door. “I know what you’re doing. I know what this is…” The pet name didn’t work, nothing would work, he was already angry as it was and you were simply making things worse. “You want him to come back… You want him to take you away from me. That’s what you want. I know you! You’ve wanted nothing but to leave since you’ve been with me! He can’t have my fucking daughter! And he sure as hell can’t have you!” He climbed onto the bed, straddling you and holding your face between his hands. It wasn’t exactly painful, maybe you were numb to the pain it might have caused at first, but now you just found it annoying. “What do I need to do to make you stay!?” He shouted, his breath fanning across your face with every word. It’s like he was using all of the air in his lungs to enunciate every syllable. 

“Minho, stop it.” You whispered, knowing that the wrong word, a wrong look, saying it in a way that he didn’t like, it would only have him spiraling deeper and he’d drag you right along with him. “Please… h-honey look at me… I’m not trying to leave you… I just want to know that me and the baby are healthy, that there’s nothing wrong. I don’t want anything to happen to either of us… I want her… Honey, I want a family with you…” Sure, you were really sugarcoating it to try to get him to calm down, but you also really needed to know that everything would be okay. The last thing you wanted was for something to happen to you and him blame your daughter for the rest of his life or vice versa. 

His hands dropped down to your shoulders, his body now shuddering, although you didn’t know if it was because he was about to cry or if he was just shaking with anger. It was always hard to gauge his reactions or how he was truly feeling. It had you on edge all the time, and you felt like a tiny rodent, cornered by a feral cat. “Nothing is going to happen to either of you…” He mumbled, his head hung low, his hair curtaining his face. “Stupid fucking doctor, putting that shit in your head, scaring my darling…” This wasn’t what you wanted, his anger once again shifted towards the doctor who was just trying to do his job. “Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you and our baby?” You shook your head, of course he wouldn’t let something happen to either of you, not because he cared, but because he couldn’t fathom the thought of not owning you anymore. “You’ll be just fine, darling. You’re overthinking what that jackass said.” And with that, it’s like all of the anger washed away, a sudden wave of calmness rinsing him clean of the negativity. “Let’s get something to eat. My girls are hungry, aren’t they?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before shifting off of you and off of the bed, grabbing your hand and carefully helping you up to your feet. The sudden shift had you feeling dizzy, but it was welcome, at least he wasn’t yelling at you. 

The Third Trimester… 

Something was wrong, although you weren’t sure what it was. The ongoing nausea, the headaches, the blurred vision, you knew there was a problem. All you could think of was the argument that you had almost 15 weeks ago, wanting to at least have bloodwork done to make sure you were okay, but of course Minho had denied you of the simple procedure. If anything happened to you, it would be his fault, but he wouldn’t look at it that way, no, it would be someone else’s fault, it always was whenever he fucked up. 

“Someone’s tired…” He whispered when he walked into the bedroom where you were still laying. It’s not that you were actually that tired, you just couldn’t move without feeling sick. When he pulled open the curtains, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning loudly as the bright sun only amplified the raging headache you were already suffering through. “Sorry, darling. Can’t lay in bed all day. Gotta get you up and moving. Come on.” He yanked the covers back and his eyes landed on your feet which had become so swollen you could barely even fit them in your slippers anymore. “What happened?” He whispered, although there was a slight panic in his voice as he gently grabbed your ankle and lifted it, looking over the extremity for any signs of injury. 

“I think… I think…” You kept starting the sentence only to be left practically winded after only saying two words. “Problem…” You settled for one word, hoping that it would get your point across and that he’d take some kind of action. He blinked a few times, backing away from the bed, his hands running through his hair as he seemed to be fighting an internal battle with himself. “Please…” You pleaded, your hands cradling your swollen stomach. If not to help you, at least to help your baby who he seemed to want more than anything. 

“Shut… Shut up! I’m thinking!” He screeched, suddenly pacing back and forth as his breaths came out sharply, sounding more like whistles as they came through pursed lips. “Why would you let this happen! What even… God dammit!” He shouted, his fist colliding with the wall in an act of frustration, and even though he was fully across the room, you jumped at the sudden act of violence. He would never hit you, no matter how mad he got he had never actually hit you, but when things got this bad, you always feared just how far he would go or how far gone he was. “What am I supposed to do?! Take you to the hospital?!” 

Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what he was supposed to do to keep both you and your daughter from potentially dying. “If I could just… have her… get her out… we could be… okay…” You said breathlessly, and he whipped around in your direction, his eyes wild and crazed. It truly seemed like he was losing his mind. “Min… I don’t want t-… to die… please…” You begged, the sudden onslaught of tears only making it harder to breathe. 

“Fuck! You think I want you to die!? You think I want that!?” He questioned, and soon his hands were back in his hair, tugging at the ends as he let out a loud scream. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it! It’s what you wanted to happen! You wanted to leave me so bad! You’d rather die than be with me!” He was once again blaming you, yelling at you for something that you didn’t even understand at the moment. You didn’t know what was happening, so why the hell was he attacking you for it? “Such a fucking bitch! God! Fuck! Get up!” You were being… belittled… insulted… cursed at for… dying? At least if you did die, you wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. You wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. But did you really want to leave your poor baby with someone like him? 

Getting up was a daunting task, it took you longer than it usually would just to swing your legs over the side of the bed. Every small movement made you feel like you had run a marathon, your breaths becoming more labored, your vision becoming spotty, and the urge to vomit became more of an oncoming threat as the bile from your otherwise empty stomach rose to your throat. There was no time to get to the bathroom, you weren’t even on your feet yet, and before you had any time to even warn Minho, you were doubled over, heaving up the acid that burned your throat on its way out. He watched, not coming close or helping you, but he watched, his lips parted and his eyes blinking rapidly as if what he was seeing wasn’t true. “Sorry…” The word was spoken in a single raspy breath, your head hung low with both shame, embarrassment, and pain. Your throat was scratchy now, and it felt like fire was being held against the back of it. Tears pricked your eyes and snot ran down your nose, stopping at your upper lip, and you didn’t even have the energy to wipe that away. 

“What happened…?” He asked, his voice once again soft, laced with the false tone of worry. It used to make you think he cared, but now you knew it was an act. It was all an act. “Let’s… Let’s go…” He said, his voice wavering. He truly didn’t know what to do, but he knew that he didn’t want to do this. It’s not like he had a choice though. You looked awful, like you were already standing at death's door, and that terrified him. He had seen you sick before, but he had never seen you like this. “C-Can you walk? Do you need… Uhm… Shit…” He was tripping over his words, but when he saw you try to get up on your own, he rushed over, his arm wrapping around you. 

Looking at you this close, he could see that your face was swollen too, and beads of sweat lingered on your forehead. “She hasn’t moved… Min… I’m- I’m scared…” You whimpered, and he pulled you closer to him, letting your body fall against his side, trying to take all of your weight as he walked you towards the front door. “Min…” You breathed out his name, your head falling against his shoulder. He hummed to let you know he heard you, grabbing everything he needed with one hand as he walked through your shared apartment. “If you have… to save any of us… save her… save the baby…” You wheezed, all of your weight falling against him, everything that he had been carrying was dropped immediately to catch you. 

“No… no no no! Stop talking like that! Stop it!” Minho shouted, his voice trembling from the sobs he tried to hold back. “I’m not losing either of you, dammit! I-…” He sniffled softly, and while your eyes had been closed the entire time, trying to block out the light that shone through the window in the living room, you could feel his eyes on you. “I love you… You know that, don’t you? I’m not… If anything happens…” The thought was stopped before he could get the words out, but you were stuck on the three words he had said prior. Love was such a strong emotion, you hadn’t felt loved the entire time you had been with him, and he had never said it before now either. Did the thought of you being gone forever make him change? If you did make it through, would he go back to the way he was before? Maybe death was the only escape… 

I’ll Make You Stay… 

There was no way the doctors would make him choose… It couldn’t be that serious. You were absolutely fine, right? He hadn’t noticed anything wrong until today… or were you just that good at hiding things from him? Why would you hide something like this from him? Were you afraid of him? Why were you scared of his love? He just loves you so much! What’s wrong with that? He wanted you to be with him forever, he wanted you to be his darling, why did you make it seem like that was so awful? He’d show you that you could be happy, that he could make you happy, you just had to stay with him, you had to stay. 

“Why can’t I go in?” Minho asked once again to the nurse who slipped out of the room. Each time he said it he was more irritated than the last. He just didn’t understand. What could be so wrong that he couldn’t be there for the birth of his daughter? Every time, the nurse would just sigh, getting more agitated with him. “I’ll just go in then. You can’t keep me from seeing her. That’s my wife, that’s my daughter! If you won’t tell me what’s going on then I’ll just-“ 

The nurse cleared her throat, although it sounded more like she was groaning. He tried not to let it bother him the way it usually would. He had far better, far more important things to worry about than the bitchy attitude of the nurse. “She didn’t want me to tell you. I’m trying to respect her wishes. She wanted to be alone.” The nurse explained, but it only stirred up more questions in Minhos now overactive mind. What was the reason behind you wanting to go through this alone? Did he not have a say in being able to watch his daughter be born? It was unfair, and once everything was over with, he’d be having a talk with you about how rude and humiliating it was for him to sit out in the hallway while you were delivering his child. He opened his mouth, not even to speak, just to breathe, and the nurse started talking, as if she assumed he was just going to continue complaining. “Both of them are not well. The last thing I wanted to do was go against what could possibly be her last wish. Are you understanding now, sir?” 

Your… last wish? It sounded like you were dying… It couldn’t possibly be that bad… Is it? Why would you want to be alone during a time like this? How could you leave him this way? Do you not even care about his feelings? It’s like you want to make him miserable! All he wanted was to have a family with you, to make you stay with him forever, and now you’re trying to get away by dying!? You were so selfish! Why couldn’t you just be healthy?! He had done everything right. He made sure you ate and had your vitamins and did daily exercises and that you always got enough sleep. If anything happens to you and the baby… It would be your fault! It would all be your fault! 

“An early blood test would have shown that this was a possibility. It would have potentially kept this from happening. If she was getting proper appointments, this would have been caught before it got this bad. Who was her OB?” The nurse asked, her clipboard resting against her forearm, her pen held in her other hand, as if she was waiting for the information to jot down. The mention of your doctor had his mind pausing for a split second… This is why you needed the bloodwork done? Why had no one told him that back then? Why was he not informed of the risks that would come along if the bloodwork wasn’t done? This still wasn’t his fault though… No, the doctor should have talked to you and him more about the benefits of getting early bloodwork done. 

It was the doctors fault… If he hadn’t been so touchy with you, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal for him to come back and do the bloodwork. It was all the doctors fault, and if something were to happen to you or the baby… Minho would make sure that the doctor paid for it. He told the nurse the doctor's name, trying not to let his smile break through the mask of sadness that he was wearing, but it was hard. The thought of getting that guy to potentially lose his job, it was nice, and he couldn’t help but feel a little… overjoyed, knowing that if anything were to happen to you and the baby, it wouldn’t be in vain, at least the doctor will suffer as well. “I guess I’ll… wait out here…” He said, the frown once again returning to his face as he dropped down into the chair beside your door. It was still hard not being in there with you, knowing that so many people were looking at you, touching you… He felt like he was going to lose his mind, and the only way that he was keeping himself slightly sane was by constantly telling himself that he could potentially lose you and his daughter if those doctors didn’t help you. 

He was in and out of sleep the whole time, his head falling against the wall and his eyes drooping shut, only for them to shoot back open whenever an alarm would go off, looking up at the light above your door to make sure it wasn’t for your room before drifting back to sleep once more when he realized it wasn’t. It had been hours, he finally stopped counting after the seventh, when the door finally opened and one of the nurses, different from the one before, walked out. There were dark circles under her eyes, she looked frazzled and exhausted, but there was no urgency, there was no sadness… Was everything okay? Would he be able to keep you and his daughter? “Sir…” She started, and Minho sat up straight, his eyes hopeful as he looked up at the nurse. “I don’t want to sugarcoat anything, I don’t want you to get excited just yet… Although your wife and the baby are… alive… That doesn’t mean that things are… okay.” It was like all of the hope was drained from his body immediately, even after hearing that you were alive… How could you still not be okay? 

“Well… what’s wrong? What happened? I mean… I need some information here!” He was trying not to get worked up, but the way the nurse seemed to be beating around the bush was highly aggravating. For Christ's sake, he’s your boyfriend, the father of the child, and she was talking to him like he was some nobody. He deserves… No, he needs to know what happened! “How is she not okay? Is the baby okay? Come on, tell me something, dammit!” He didn’t care if she was tired, or if she was emotionally worn out after helping you. That’s her damn job, and part of it is telling him what the hell is going on. 

She sighed loudly, clearly not happy with the way that Minho was talking to her, but he didn’t really care for that either. He wasn’t even allowed in the damn room, the least she could do was tell him what had gone on while he was locked out in the hallway. “The mother had preeclampsia which advanced to class one HELLP, which I will not go into full detail about, a simple google search will tell you what it is, but I will say that she had the most severe case of HELLP that I have ever seen in my years of working here. We were at a point where we worried that we would have to choose whether she lived or the baby lived. She had to have blood transfusions before we could even deliver the baby, she was in the early stages of kidney failure, and while we were in the process of trying to help the mother, the baby went into respiratory distress. We had to do an emergency c-section, which wasn’t easy because we were worried about hemorrhaging, which did in fact happen. The baby is currently in the NICU, she is underweight, we have to do tests to check her platelet count, she’ll most likely be in the NICU for a couple of weeks, and that’s minimum, especially if her platelets aren’t normal. The mother needs to stay because we have to make sure she doesn’t have any other underlying health issues, and we need to monitor her closely because the first couple days after delivering a baby with HELLP syndrome could be fatal. So yes, the mother and the baby are alive… But they are in no way, shape or form, okay or healthy enough to come home anytime soon. Does that answer your questions, sir?” 

Minho didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t understand anything that had been said to him, all he knew was that it was bad and that you wouldn’t be going home with him. How could you let things get this bad? Why didn’t you tell him? Surely you must have felt ill or something when this was all going on? And that damn doctor… Why did he have to touch you? Why did he have to make him so angry? If he had just been a normal doctor, he would have been allowed to come back and do your bloodwork. This all could have been avoided! It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t! How was he supposed to know that something like this could happen?! He had never read anything about this online! He didn’t know something like this could happen! It wasn’t his fault! 

“Anyway…” The nurse spoke once more, taking Minhos silence as an opening. “She’s resting, they both are. There’s going to be doctors in and out of the room constantly, so, if you’d like to go in there, you can, but I wouldn’t expect to get any rest. If I were you, I’d honestly just go home, get some sleep, and come back in the afternoon. They’re not going anywhere, it’s going to be a long road ahead of the both of them… And you need to get as much rest as possible to prepare for it.” And with that, she walked away. He was left alone in the hallway with his thoughts, the faint sound of a heart monitor beeping just beyond the closed door to your room was the only sound he could really focus on. 

You were alive… You had stayed… You weren’t leaving him. He would have his family, and he would have it with you, his perfect darling. Nothing like this would ever happen again, he had his baby girl, and he had you. The two of you were all he needed. Once he had you and his baby back home, he’d make sure he never had to let you out of his sight again. You were going to stay with him, he would make you stay. That’s why he wanted the baby in the first place, and in the end, he still got exactly what he wanted. 

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[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2023 Day 14: Midnight

ao3 fic link. series link.

Lena can’t keep her eyes open, her blinks turning slower as she struggles the stay conscious. But she refuses to sleep, she doesn’t want this conversation to end.

“Mmhmm,” Lena hums to Kara’s last statement, too tired to form proper words anymore. Which is definitely a sign she should sleep, but not just yet.

“You sound tired,” Kara says. “Oh gosh, is that the time?”

Lena blinks her eyes open, not realising when she’d closed them. She pulls her phone away from her ear to check the time. “It’s after midnight,” Lena says, the surprise waking her up, just a little. They’ve been talking for over three hours.

“Yeah,” Kara laughs, her voice warm and soothing in Lena’s ear. “I should let you sleep, it’s late.”

Lena wants to argue, wants to say she’s fine and it’s not that late, because she’d had a long day, the only thing making it better being this conversation. But she really doesn’t think she can stay awake for much longer.

“You need to sleep too.”

“I will,” Kara hums, and again, Lena is filled with an indescribable warmth that makes her want to continue this conversation forever. “Goodnight, Lena. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Kara.”

Lena’s asleep as soon as her eyes close again.

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“Miss Luthor, it’s late, what are you still going here?”

Lena rolls her eyes at Kara’s way of greeting. It’s not uncommon for Supergirl to fly by late at night and find Lena still working, except-

“Is that the time?” Lena asks, glancing at the clock on her computer.

“Yes, it’s almost midnight, which means you should be at home and in bed by now.”

Lena sighs. “You’re right.” She rubs tiredly at her eyes. She’d removed her contacts hours ago, which should have been a sign that it was getting late and she should go home. 

“I usually am.” Kara grins. “Another thing I’m right about is how cute you look in glasses.”

Lena blushes, just like she always does when Kara comments on her glasses. Lena usually avoids wearing them at all costs, she prefers her contacts, but she does sometimes wear her glasses now just because she knows Kara likes them.

Lena busies herself gathering her belongings so she doesn’t have to respond. Kara clearly knows what she’s doing because she laughs.

“Do you want a lift home?” Kara asks.

Lena shakes her head. “No thanks, I’ll just take the car.”

“Are you sure?” Kara flexes her arms. “Because I’ve been told that I’m very strong.”

Lena’s cheeks really go red this time and Kara laughs again. She’d said that one time while drunk and Kara hasn’t let her forget it since. Apparently, Kara is in a teasing mood tonight. Which is cute, but does things that Lena’s heart can’t quite handle.

Kara laughs again, and Lena can’t even be too annoyed because again, she’s cute.

“Well, text me when you get home then?”

“I will,” Lena smiles. She nods her head towards the window. “Stay safe out there.”

Kara salutes with another grin before she’s gone in a flash. Lena thinks working late isn’t that bad when she gets to see Kara.

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Lena doesn’t want to be alone. She thought she’d be okay, even told Kara as much when she’d offered to come over this evening. Lena had declined, but now it’s nearing midnight and she’s alone and scared and can’t sleep.

She’s been debating for the last half hour whether or not to call Kara, just to talk, just so she doesn’t feel quite so alone. But it’s late and she doesn’t want to disturb her.

The thought that makes the decision for Lena is the fact that if the roles were reversed, she’d want Kara to call her if she was upset.

Lena takes a shaky breath before she presses Kara’s contact on her phone. Two rings later and Kara answers, and judging by the sleepy quality of her voice, she’s woken her best friend.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you?” Lena asks, already knowing the answer.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks, instead of answering the question.

The question reminds Lena of exactly why she’s calling and suddenly she feels like crying. “I-“

Lena doesn’t even get to say anything more before Kara cuts in. “Do you want me to come over?”

Lena only hesitates for a moment before she answers. She knows exactly what she wants, she just doesn’t like asking for things.

“Please.”

“I’ll be right there.”

True to her word, Kara’s there only moments later, tentatively knocking on Lena’s bedroom door. “Hi.”

Lena swallows, tries not to cry again. Today had shaken her more than she’d realised, and now all she wants is a hug from her best friend. She always feels safe when Kara’s around.

Clearly Kara can see exactly what Lena wants because Kara doesn’t hesitate as she enters the room and climbs right into bed beside Lena. She doesn’t wait as she shuffles over and then Lena’s wrapped in a warm embrace. She does cry this time, but Kara just holds her and she knows everything is going to be ok.

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Lena doesn’t realise it’s so close to midnight until the countdown starts, the shouts loud as excitement buzzes around the room. She sees all the couples pair up and it instantly makes her look for Kara, the only person she wants to bring the new year in with.

To Lena’s surprise, Kara is already looking at her when Lena finds her and as the countdown ticks down, Kara crosses the room to meet her.

“Three…two…one…Happy New Year!”

The shouts ring out in unison around the apartment and Kara opens her arms, Lena stepping into her best friend’s embrace, wrapping her own arms around Kara in return.

“Happy New Year,” Kara repeats when she pulls away.

“Happy New Year,” Lena smiles.

There are more celebrations going on around the apartment but Lena pays them no mind for the moment, eyes only on Kara.

Because how could Lena look anywhere else? Kara’s eyes are the most striking colour of blue she’s ever seen, her cheeks pink with excitement, scattered with freckles that Lena has had dreams of pressing her lips to. Kara’s smile is so bright and Lena couldn’t look away even if she tried.

“I have a good feeling about this year,” Kara says. She’s close, the words just for them.

Lena’s not sure why, but she has the same feeling. “Me too.”

The moment stretches, and Lena wonders which one of them will move first. It’s always one of them, breaking away from these moments that seem to be happening more and more recently. But neither of them do, and Lena doesn’t miss the way Kara’s eyes fall to her lips.

This is far from the first time Lena’s caught Kara staring at her lips, but something about this feels different.

Kara’s leaning in, and this isn’t even the first time that Kara’s done that either, but neither of them are pulling away. In fact, Lena is leaning in too and then their lips meet and it sounds cliché, but Lena sees fireworks as Kara kisses her.

It’s brief, far too brief for Lena’s liking, and when she blinks her eyes open, she finds Kara watching her.

“Was that okay?”

Lena is so in love, it’s ridiculous. She reaches out, tangles her fingers with Kara’s. “It was more than okay.”

“Yeah?” Kara asks, a grin spreading across her face. “Does that mean I can do it again?”

“You better.”

Kara laughs and then Lena laughs too and then they’re kissing and Kara was right, this is definitely going to be a good year.

[yangbbokari]

hiii, im back again!! I’m totally inlove with your part 2 of the bet !! I just thought of another angst (I know sorry 😭) but what about stray kids pushing reader away, avoiding them at all costs because of something (idk😭) and reader thought the wrong idea and started to overthink but reader ended up going on a walk but ran into a friend and started to talk to them, not noticing the time, the sun setting, And their phone blowing up with miss calls and messages from their lover. They totally forgot about everything. Then reader finally heads home after their friend telling them they have to go and once they walk in they see their worried/sobbing significant other.

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sry that this took so long anon😭I've just been real lazy as always

Needed Space

Pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/comfort Warnings: Yelling, crying, language, i think that's it Summary: You give Han the space he wanted so badly and he grows worried. A.N.: Hehe 🧈 anon…. I got lazy again as u can see but I’m finally done😭

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This was the week of the comeback so you knew it’d be busier and Han would be more stressed. But even so, you didn’t expect him to distance himself this far.

It got to the point where only a few words were exchanged and you only saw him about twice a week.

One day, Han decided to take a quick break. It wasn’t really a break since he was still working on different pieces of music, but at least he got to stay at home.

“Hey… Hannie? Have you had something to eat yet?” You timidly asked as you stepped into the room. “Hi, baby. I’ll eat in a bit. Just let me finish this real quick.” You softly sigh, walking up to him and made him look at you. “You already said that hours ago. You need some food in your system to finish your work.”

He shoved you away, nearly knocking you off you’re feet. “Look. I already told you I’ll eat later! I don’t have time to humor you so just leave me the fuck alone.” Your boyfriend didn’t even spare you another look before returning to his work.

You could only nod your head slowly. You slipped out of the room and grabbed your things. You knew he was just stressed but you couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes.

You thought about tell Han that you’d be out for a minute, but he did tell you to leave him alone. So you just left the house. ~~~ You didn’t even notice the amount of time that had passed until the sun began to set. Your phone had died a while back but you wanted to spend a bit more time by yourself.

Seeing the sun set, you knew it was time to finally return home. You hoped that Han would have cooled down down by the time you got back.

You didn’t really want to return to an angry Han so you trudged your way home. The pebbles and leaves seemed so much more interesting all of a sudden.

There was still a good distance between you and your home when you heard someone running towards you. Your terrified eyes quickly softened when a very disheveled Han stopped in front of you.

He wrapped his arms around you and cried into your shoulder. Pushing you away a bit roughly, checking your sides to make sure you weren’t injured.

“Wh-where were you? I got so scared.” He asked, still worried.

Your eyes held the softest comfort in you for him. “I was just at the corner cafe, baby.”

“We’re you going to leave me? I saw that all your most important assets were gone and I began to think that I finally scared you away for good.” He threaded his fingers through his hair rapidly before continuing to ramble to you. “I didn’t mean to yell at you, sweetheart. I was just so so stressed and frustrated. I know that’s no excuse to treat you the way I did. But I’m just trying to explain to you because… because… because I’m scared you’ll leave me and I just really want you to stay by my side.”

“Hannie…”

“Please don’t leave me…”

“Hannie…”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Hannieeee….”

“You mean everything to me and I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Hannie!!”

He slightly jumped as his eyes met yours. “Y-yes?”

“You’re rambling again. It’s fine. I know you were stressed and that’s why I gave you the space to calm down. You mean a lot to me and I wouldn’t risk losing you over a small argument.”

Han let out a breath of relief with a smile before hugging you. “Thank you for forgiving me. I’m so sorry. I can’t promise but I’ll try to be better for you.”

The two of you walked back home together. You were glad that he was by your side and so was he.

[joeshiestyslover]

i love u

pairing: lsu!fratboy!joe burrow x volleyballplayer!reader

summary: sometimes all you need to forgive your ex is two nosy best friends

warnings: language, angst, sad joe, some fluff at the end

a/n: y’all part 2 of i hate u is finally here!!! i’m so sorry i haven’t been active! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🫶

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masterlist part one

the past few weeks have been complete and total hell for you. you can’t even look at joe without feeling the urge to break down and cry. you try to avoid him and his teammates at all costs, including ja’marr. you’ve been sitting on the opposite side of the room, not wanting to tell him about what happened with his best friend, but be probably already knows.

ever since that night with your ex-boyfriend, you’ve been completely self isolating. when every you’re not in class or at volleyball practice, you’re in your dorm room. eve has felt so guilty because she was basically the reason you and joe got into the argument in the first place, but you constantly assure her it wasn’t her fault. you love eve, but if there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s getting into your business. she’s been begging you to talk joe ever since you told him to get the fuck out of your room, and you tell her no every time. little do you know, her and ja’marr have been plotting for the past week to get you and joe to get back together, at the very least stand each other. 

you are walking out of your econ class when you think you hear someone calling your name. you ignore it, thinking it’s your imagination until you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn around, and behind you stands ja’marr; your eyes widen. “hey y/n. can we talk?” he asks you. “umm yeah sure.” you reply to him , not having the energy to argue. ja’marr leads you down the hallway so you’re both outside a storage closet. “so, why did you want to talk to me?” you question, stuffing your hands into your jacket pockets. “i’m sorry.” he tells you. “for what?” you ask him, confused. “for this.” ja’marr then shoves you into the closet you were just standing in front of. before you’re able to push against the door, it’s slammed shut and locked from the outside. “ja’marr let me out you dumbass! what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you begin to pound your fist on the door, but you get no response. he probably walked away, but why would he lock you in here in the first place, you think. 

you stand there for a bit before your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. you think it’s ja’marr or someone else saving you from being trapped, but you notice another person being pushed into the closet to join you. as the door closes, you hear a, “what the hell?! let me out!” oh no. your heart drops as you hear the voice of the guy you’ve been avoiding for the past two weeks. “shit.” you whisper to yourself. 

“y/n?” joe asks you, somehow hearing your voice. “joe” you reply to him coldly. “did you get locked in here too?” he inquires. “no, i just decided to chill out in here for a few hours!” you exclaim sarcastically. joe lets out a sigh, hopefully he’s finally given up at starting a conversation with you as if you’re best buds. 

“y/n” joe speaks up again. you ignore him, not wanting a replay of a few weeks ago. “y/n please say something, anything.” he pleads. “i have nothing to say to you. i’ve already said everything i needed to.” you cross your arms over your chest, not even looking him in the eye. “okay fine then i’ll talk.” you continue to avoid his eye line. “i will never stop telling you how sorry i am for what i did. i was a stupid and an asshole. i lost sight of myself and i became someone that i didn’t like. you never deserved that. i hate myself for how i ended it with you. i’m so, so sorry.” you don’t know what to say because you really wanna forgive him, but you don’t know if you can. he hurt you more than anyone else has in your life. how do you even begin to forgive someone for that?

“joe, i understand that you feel sorry now, but you didn’t feel sorry when it first happened. you seemed to be having the time of your life, partying and hooking up with random girls while i was at home crying my eyes out every night wondering why you didn’t want me anymore. tell me, was it easy for you to forget me?” “trust me, there was never a moment where you weren’t on my mind. i thought i did what was right at first, but as time went on, i realized that i had made the biggest mistake of my life. i tried to text you, call you, and even dm you on instagram, but you blocked me, which i completely understand by the way.” joe tells you, starting to become desperate. 

“you still hurt me joe. you made me feel as if i did something wrong, like i wasn’t enough for you. i thought that you left me for someone better.” you tell him while looking at your shoes. “it’s not your fault. it has never been your fault. stop beating yourself up over something i did. i promise you i found no one else that was better than you because there is no one better. i will never find anyone i love more than you. you are truly the most amazing and the most beautiful girl i have ever met. you’re it for me y/n.” “really?” you ask him, becoming more open to the idea of forgiving him. “i promise. i love you y/n, i never stopped.” you’re finally able to look him in the eyes. “oh joe, i never stopped loving you either, but i won’t forgive except under one condition.” “anything.” you replies, hope beginning to gleam in his eyes. “you never, ever pull shit like this again. if you do, don’t expect another chance.” you state. “done. i promise i won’t break your heart again.” he begins to step closer to you. “will you kiss me now?” you ask, looking up at the blue eyes you fell in love with when you were six. joe smiles and leans his head down while cupping the sides of your face. you close your eyes and wait until joe’s lips meet yours.

you two stay like this for a while before you hear the door open. you and joe both look towards the open door and see ja’marr and eve with shit eating grins on their faces. “i told you it would work!” eve turns towards ja’marr. “you guys planned this?!” you yell at the both of them. “well yeah. we had to get you both to make up somehow, you guys were fucking miserable! and we need our quarterback to actually make plays, you know.” ja’marr tells the two of you. “i’m sorry we had to do it like this but we were desperate.” “i hate how you did it, but thank you.” joe says, looking at you lovingly. you look back at him and give him a quick peck on the lips. “awww!” you hear ja’marr and eve exclaim. “shut up.” you and joe tell your friends before letting out a loud laugh. you start to feel like your old self again. it’s as if nothing changed, and you couldn’t be happier.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Charles Cuevas anything, I’ll cry please I need any content at all I will thank you forever and ever

Ok, personally I'm a sucker for crush headcannons (hence the haikyuu ones I did like a week ago) So that's what I'm gonna do here!

Warnings: brief mentions of death

gn! reader

Charles Cuevas with a crush in the killing game

-In the beginning, Charles is just as annoyed with you as he is with everyone else

-He has no desire to get to know any of you better, instead sticking to himself most of the time

-But during his few interactions with the others, his attention gravitates towards you far more often than the other participants

-He's not sure why, maybe it's your laughter, maybe it's how eager you are to befriend everyone, maybe it's your voice

-Either way, you have his attention and he's not too pleased about it

-You're distracting him, and in his eyes, distractions are a nuisance

-Before the first trial, he tries to avoid seeing you as much as possible, but you somehow end up everywhere he goes

-He's snappy with you when this happens, not because you've done anything wrong but because you're a distraction in his solitary life and he's not having it

-Then the first trial rolls around and he begins to think differently

-He notices and (begrudgingly) admires how you weren't afraid to stand up for Teruko when everyone else was against her, and how logical you were when piecing together evidence

-You know how after the first trial he begins to open up and become more social?

-Well, the trial shifted his behavior towards you too

-He still doesn't understand why he's so captivated by you specifically, but he figures he might as well get to know you now that he understands why working together is so important

-He's still... stiff around you, but he's not used to being friendly so give him some credit!

-Most of his time is spent with you and Whit who, by the way, is not oblivious to his friends little crush on you

-Whit tries to make Charles aware of his feelings, but Charles is oblivious and inexperienced with romance so he doesn't catch on

-Thus, Whit makes it his life's mission to get you two together no matter the cost

-Suddenly, the you and Charles are often left alone in a room together, with everyone making excuses for why they have to leave (Yes Whit got everyone else in on it, but what else was he supposed to do?)

-This leads to the two of you talking one on one more often, bringing you closer together

-While he's still a little rough around the edges, Charles is far nicer to you than he is to anybody else

-If you express your fears about the killing game, he'll attempt to comfort you

-Although his comfort isn't the greatest, since his brain is better at dealing with logic rather than emotions

-He'll still try though, often sitting with you in silence or offering you a few awkward words of reasurrance

-During investigations, the two of you work together as often as possible

-He lets you handle anything regarding the body though because of his blood phobia

-He also defends you whenever you're accused during a trial

-Anyone who dares to accuse you is met with Charles scoffing, followed by a detailed argument of why it couldn't be you and finally, calling the accuser a low life moron

-He keeps an eye on you for the rest of the game, he trusts your judgement but he wants to keep you safe in such a dangerous environment

-He eventually figures his feeling out, but he won't act on them

-I imagine he doesn't want to confess until you're both safely out of the game, but if he does confess during the game it's most likely during or after a high stress moment

-He fully plans to get you two out of there though, so you'll get that confession on day!

[rainydaydally]

Here in this labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 6

WARNINGS: Transphobia Deadnaming Fighting Misgendering

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m just worried about my son getting hurt!” Sheila retaliates. “Ma, you KNOW Stan. He would never hurt me! You just want me to seem perfect and Stan to be the bad guy!” Kyle says. Sheila opens her mouth to say something but Kyle doesn’t let her get it out. He stands up from his seat at the dining table and stomps up the stairs to his bedroom.

When Kyle enters his room, he shuts the door, locks it, and lays down onto his bed. He looks at his phone and sees he got a text from Stan. “Came out to my mom as bi.” Kyle smiles and texts back. “Thats amazing! I’m guessing it went well?” Stan replies a minute later. “Yeah, she’s really supportive. It was still scary though. Was coming out to your parents as trans scary?” “Well, even when I was little I never felt like a girl. I woud cry when my parents put dresses on me LMAO. So, they weren’t too surprised when I came out at 8, then everything kinda went from there.” Kyle texts Stan, but then hears a knock on his door.

Kyle puts his phone down, but doesn’t answer the door right away. “Kyle?” Sheila’s voice says, small and calm. “Open the door, please.” He groans and unlocks the door and then walks back into his bed. She enters his room and walks to where he’s lying. “Bubbie, I’m sorry. You know how I get. I’m just worried about you.” Kyle nods as his mom pushes the hair on his forehead back. “Stan isn’t just your boyfriend. He’s also your best friend. I should know that he wouldn’t hurt you and I’m sorry.” Kyle sits up from where he is in bed, and hugs her. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” Kyle says. Sheila places a kiss on his forehead before saying, “I’ll save your dinner plate for later.” And walks out of his bedroom.

Kyle goes back on his phone and messages Stan for a bit, and then goes into the bathroom to take a shower. He avoids looking at himself in the mirror at all costs, showers, and then puts his clean clothes on. He does his hair, washes his face, and then finally goes to bed.

Even though it’s only 8:45, Kyle hides under his covers, forcing himself to sleep. He was extremely tired, so he didn’t need to force it much.

The next day, Kyle wakes up to his horrible alarm again. He wishes Cartman had atleast outed him on a Friday instead of a Monday. Whatever, he had yesterday off so today is already half way through the week. Kyle yawns and gets out of his bed,

He gets ready for school as usual, and exits his house. “Hey.” Someone says as he walks out his door. He looks up and sees his boyfriend, Stan Marsh. “Hey Stan.” Kyle says, as him and Stan start to walk to the bus stop together. They don’t talk much, but they don’t need to. They’re basically one step away from reading eachother’s minds.

They arrive at the bus stop, and (thankfully) Cartman isn’t there, just Kenny. “Cartman must be too scared to show up.” Stan remarks as the three of them wait for the bus. Kyle and Kenny laugh. “He got his mommy to drive him to school.” Kenny says. “No, Dude. His mom definitely hates him now, too. He’s probably walking to school.” Kyle says matter of factly, but still with fun in his tone. “The little sh*t deserves it.” Stan says, looking at Kyle.

Suddenly the bus shows up, and the three of them climb into it. Kyle and Stan sit next to each other, and Kenny sits next to Butters. “Hiya fellas! Great to see you back, Kyle! Hope ya doing alright.” Kyle smiles. “I am, thank you Butters.” Butters really is a sweet kid, just sometimes he talks for what seems like hours on end.

The bus eventually arrives at their school, and they all go inside. “You ready to go back?” Stan asks Kyle. Kyle holds onto his hand tightly, and nods. Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters enter the school.

They all walk to their lockers, preparing for the school day. “I’m going to head to the bathroom before class.” Kyle says as Stan nods, continuing to put things in his locker. Kyle walks through the hallways to the bathroom, looking down at the ground. He really doesn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. When he arrives at the bathroom door, he sees Cartman leaning on the open door on his phone.

Kyle eyerolls and walks past him, but Cartman quickly stands in front of him, blocking the entrance. “Dude, what the f*ck? Let me through.” Kyle says, anger rising. “No girls are allowed in the boys bathroom. Kylie, you should know this.” Kyle knows people heard, and are starting to watch. His deadname rings in his ears. “There’s no f*cking way I’m using the girls bathroom. I’m obviously a boy.” Kyle’s voice raises, as he tries to shimmy his way past Cartman. Stan and Kenny hear commotion around the boy’s bathroom, and go there to see what was going on. The scene unfolds in front of them. A few seconds later, Kyle stops trying to get around Cartman, and stares at him dead in the eyes.

“What do you mean ‘obviously a boy’? You have long-ish hair, long eyelashes, a girly face, and- most importantly- a GIRL BODY. You’re a F*CKING GIRL, KYLIE!” Thump.

The sound of Kyle’s fist hitting Cartman’s face. The crowd around them errupts into gasps. Cartman holds the part of his face that was hit, now red. “Goddammit, you f*cking tr*nny.” He punches Kyle with his other arm in his chest. Kyle stumbles back a bit, but quickly hits Cartman right on his temple. “F*ck. I am not gonna get beat up by some stupid girl.”Cartman says under his breath, punching Kyle in the gut, and then his face. Kyle wraps his arms around his stomach, sucking in sharp breaths through his teeth. His ribs hurt so, so bad.

Kyle goes to punch Cartman again, but feels his arms almost being locked. He just now notices Stan and Kenny holding his arms back, and Craig and Tolkien holding Cartman’s arms back. “No, please… he deserves it..” Kyle says, his voice shaking, his breaths sharp and weak. “I know, Kyle, I know.” Kenny says in Kyle’s ear as he holds him back, and they drag him away.

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Stylists Fishhooks Chapter 2

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I remember the first time I met Dolion Graystone. I was only 5 when we met, but he helped me catch crabs on the beach when I could, so he was alright in my books. He’s been around for a lot of my life changing events. He was there the most when Peggy was reaped for the 9th annual hunger games. She never came home. He had always been such a nice friend. I couldn’t really remember a time without him. I might have to now. When Peggy died, he came and took me to the meadow. We sat in the flower field for a few hours. He had listened to me cry, held me close as I talked about how cruel the games were, how unfair the world was. Peggy was engaged. Her and her fiance had been killed together in the bloodbath. It had been her last year in the draw. She was almost in the clear, for gods sake!

I remember how warm I felt as he held me, and how I craved it so desperately when he finally let go. I didn’t know it then, but I had finally fallen head over heels. If only I had known then how much it would cost me. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 Dolion sat across from me on the train, staring out the window. His expression was cold, and he had avoided looking to me for anything. “Dolion? Why are you avoiding me, we have to do this together if we want any chance here-” I asked quietly, resting a hand on his. Dolion jerked his hand back “ Pairing with people you care about doesn’t seem to work well. Look how it ended up for Peggy.” he responded coldly. I felt my face pale, my expression going blank. “What did you say..?” I questioned “You heard me.” He stated, standing up and going to his room on the train. I sat frozen, not knowing how to process what had just happened. My heart ached, and I didn’t really know why. I wish I didn’t care about what people said, but in the end, no one can bear the burden of life itself without cracks in their facade. I stayed alone the rest of the train ride, though Dolion came to apologize for his cruel words before we stepped foot in the capitol’s train station. I forgave him verbally, but did I actually..? It seemed I didn’t quite know, myself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 We were taken to an apartment where we would stay for the remainder of the time before training. It was much nicer than the zoo the tributes stayed in last year. I felt bad for them. I was reminded of Lucy Gray and her beautiful dress when I saw the colorful vases of flowers all over the main room. We were told that we were needed downstairs, and then led to a hallway of rooms. Dolion and I got our own rooms, and were told to put on a gown that looked like something you would see at the doctors if you were going into a surgery of some sort. I slipped off my dress and replace it with the gown, cringing at the papery texture. Soon, there were 3 people in my room, forcing me to lie down so they could ‘access my features’. I laid there, trying to let them do their thing. Finally, they left. A woman by the name of Tigress walked into my room next. “Hello, My name is Tigress. I’ll be your stylist for the remainder of your stay in the capitol.” She smiled warmly. She reminded me of my Aunt Cassandra, her soft blond hair spiraling to frame her soft-featured face, her kind brown eyes filled with golden specks. She was in an extravagant rose gold colored gown, a matching barrette in her hair to pin some of her curls out of her face. “Hello, My name is Mags.” I responded, smiling back at the woman. “Why do I need a stylist, exactly..?” “Well, My job is to make you look sponsor-able. People in the capitol can sponsor you, help you gain materials you could need in the arena.” Tigress explained, holding up a hunter green fabric square and then shaking her head. “We will be working on your parade costume, and then your interview gown. I was told for district four, we wanted to go with a fishnet aesthetic.” She hummed, holding up a cerulean blue fabric “Aha! Blue is most definitely your color, Mags.” Tigress picked up her sketchbook with a smile, sketching out a design for the parade costume. It was a lovely thing, really. I don’t think I’d ever worn anything in my life that could amount to how nice it was. “Do you trust me..?” Tigress asked softly I don’t exactly know what compelled my response, but I nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

[the5thelement]

This fucking man will always miss the point in an argument that doesn’t end with him getting his way. His half assed apology completely ignoring all the fucked up shit he said to me last night or the fact that he can’t control his anger, he said I’m sorry I upset you, but do you know what I was thinking when I saw that water coming through the ceiling? I thought you were trying to kill yourself and he started to cry. Which kind of really pissed me off actually, I know that’s a real fear when he thinks I’m depressed because my brother had tried when we were young. Except I can’t even count how many times in the last few months since I did this blood donation that triggered this what ever the fuck is wrong with me right now, that I’m not depressed I just don’t feel well!!!! I’ve said it multiple times now, he thinks I stay upstairs because I’m depressed, I said I stay upstairs because I don’t feel well; and he pisses me off and I don’t need the stress. when I have a good day, Ill be around more, if I have a good day I’ll go out or go for a hike somewhere. Otherwise I’m resting and allowing my body to recover which I never used to do before. I honestly don’t care if he thought I tried to fucking kill my self, so you thought I was trying to kill myself because you think I’m so depressed but then continued to go off on some stupid shit about me and my friends which was completely irrelevant to the topic. So no I still don’t want to be around you, I don’t need to talk to you because you don’t know how to help me, what I need to do is focus on myself and what makes me comfortable and being around you does not make me comfortable, being around you fucks with my nervous system which makes my symptoms worse. So I will continue to stay the fuck upstairs and avoid you as much as possible. Because you can’t fix this medical issues I have right now, and if I was depressed, you sure as hell can’t fix that either.

I truly love my family with my whole heart, but out of everyone I only ever truly feel at peace with my oldest sister and one of my brothers. I’m think maybe because instead of ignoring my medical issues or acting like my not feeling well enough to go out is in inconvenience for them, they let me talk about it, just to vent or will even try to learn about how I can help myself. My brother spent an hour looking through all different kinds of electrolytes and which seem to be the most effective for pots and what’s most cost efficient. I didn’t ask him to and I didn’t really need him to but he just wanted to help in what ever little way he can. Also because in unfortunately had to call him to help me when I was passed out in the bathroom a few times which is weird but I didn’t really have a choice so I think he has a better understanding of how bad it can be for me and not just what i usually show people. my sister is a bio chem major and so she is always taking it on herself to find studies or other articles about pots and long COVID and things to help manage or recover from it. We still have normal conversations or disagreements, not everything revolves around my current struggle but they acknowledge it, they don’t make me feel like a burden for something i had no control over. They know i really am heartbroken about it because I finally was fully living my life with out any pain and all of a sudden this happened but they’re not negative; they give me hope without making it like this dramatic conversation. Outside of my coworkers who are always the most supportive people I’ve ever known, I have like three friends that I feel completely at peace around. I love all my other friends but they also often stress me out so while I love being with them; if I’m not feeling my best i need to manage my energy and I just really prefer to be around people who bring me peace. unfortunately that’s very few people. Otherwise I kind of just need to be on my own to let my soul relax.

anywayyy I really do want to start going to therapy because my mind is constantly on overdrive since this started in March and I think I need help to calm myself down because stressing isn’t helping my nerves to calm down and pots being a form a dysautonomia, any kind of stress really effects your symptoms.

[chillychive]

Thanks for the tag @noworneverphantom !

Are you named after anyone?

My legal name, nope. I was a double rainbow baby and came after 2 deaths in the family so my parents wanted something totally new for me. My chosen (soon to be legal!!!:D) name, is accidentally sort of after a character I love and relate to a lot. I was reading and someone called out the main character, by last name, and I suddenly had this “yea! I’m here!” Moment and I was like wait why did I respond to that-HOLY SHIT I FOUND MY NAME. It’s a funny origin story for sure. My middle name is up for debate still, but if I don’t keep my birth one, I’m going to change it to follow a family naming scheme that I think is hilarious and a good way to subtly follow family tradition.

When was the last time you cried?

Several weeks ago. Honestly, I wish I cried more. It’s very hard for me to cry. I saw the milky way for the first time and just started sobbing. I cried for nearly an hour, just kneeling and staring up at the sky. That may have been the first time i understood that tears aren’t always sad.

Do you have kids?

Nope. I’m too young and despite adoring small little children a lot, I’m not sure I’d ever want kids of my own. I’d be too scared to mess them up. I feel like I could be quite the good parent too, but I couldn’t deal with the stress. Maybe adopting, tho. I’m sure as hell not giving birth. Ever.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to be really sarcastic, but I’ve stopped using it as much now. I’m trying to use more positive language and open myself up more to people, and stopping being sarcastic except when I’m parroting back to my friends to show them how insane whatever they’re doing is (I have a bunch of workaholics that somehow adopted me that I often need to stop before they work themselves to death) has helped me a lot to do that.

What sports do/have you played?

Hm. Currently nothing, but I’ve done a lot of odd sports. Probably my most normal is volleyball, which I got pretty good at but I struggled with the people part of team sports and got bored. Before that, I did competitive archery (I wasn’t great, I didn’t practice a lot but I got my 250 pin at my last comp before my coach retired), and swim team (my first summer I was amazing at it, my most recent I sucked so bad but at least I can say with confidence that I have a very strong back stroke).

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their demeanor. I study people a lot (I’m very much the quiet kid who watches everything), and how they carry themselves and how they interact with others is usually the first thing I notice. Their general vibe.

What’s your eye color?

Good question. When I was little they were bright blue and they’ve gotten a bit darker as I’ve grown but still very blue. As I grew up tho, this yellow-green color spread from the inside (no, not jaundice I checked) and now they can look blue, grey or green depending on lighting. I wear glasses, sadly, so I can’t show off how weird my eyes are, but they are very weird, and kinda pretty.

Scary movies or happy ending?

I avoid scary movies at all costs. Me & my ocd brain cannot handle that. I have a very low tolerance for fear. Happy endings are kinda lame and I love screwing over the main characters at the end, but if I had to pick one or the other, happy endings by a long shot.

Any special talents?

I have random knowledge on many odd things, thanks to being a compulsive researcher and internet access. I have a double jointed toe, and jaw (idk either tbh). I can overthink my way into any situation. I can recognize any plant native to my area (edible plants phase when I was 11). I have abt 50% of needed knowledge on most topics. I know most basic codes and often will geek out and learn more. I’m not 100% accurate but I’ll definitely recognize and mostly understand how to solve most basic ciphers. Im also very good at crafts, especially yarn. I am uniquely talented at unraveling balls of tangled yarn.

Where were you born?

In a laboratory where they bred sentient capybaras. Interpret that how u wish. (/nsrs)

What are your hobbies?

Taking on too big projects, writing, drawing, painting, digital art, harassing my friends, singing, piano, rpg, Minecraft, basket making, there’s probably more but I can’t think.

Do you have any pets?

Not unless you count my sibling.

How tall are you?

5’11” im tall lol

Favorite subject in school?

Dang these questions keep getting harder. First you want to know about the lab I was made in, now my favorite school subject?! Probably government, or choir. Choir is my safe space, def my favorite place in school, and the teacher is amazing. Government is fascinating and has a great teacher. In theory, English, but in practice the class is either boring or stressful (basically me going from “ha this is beneath me I’m rlly good at writing” to “oh fuck they actually expect me to *write* things”), so I’m not a huge fan.

Dream Job?

I wouldn’t mind a painfully repetitive job as long as they don’t mind me listening to music/a podcast while I work. But I suppose that’s not a dream job. Perhaps a writer for a sci-fi show. Maybe even Star Trek or Star Wars. It would be fun to have something long running to play with. That would be a good use of my wide skill range and love of space and creating worlds. Or getting to create and mold my own show in that sort of realm to make something truly new (aka sci-Fi as I see it, which seems to disagree with a lot of current creators or sci-fi stories) and getting to watch it unfold would be so beautiful. Watching the worlds I’ve sculpted on spreadsheets and very complicated Google slides explode onto the screen, with all of their mess and people and joy and weird little critters and imaginative ways to make it more realistic would be the most amazing thing. I’d have a hard time not picking up the actors and just going “MY BABY, I MADE YOU!”

On that very weird note, I’m going to tag some people and go to bed. @sadmushroomgoblin @doublemegative @wantmeifyouwantme @dragons-in-spaceee @twincityhacker

(Sry for the double tag, Ik @noworneverphantom already tagged a lotta y’all)

[wild-at-mind]

Oooof so spent last night at a friend’s for her bday and this guy was there and at first his relentlessness was ok but oh my god it wore me down, I think I need too severely cut down on seeing him. The only problem is everyone I know in the LGBTQ community here knows him also and if I’m not careful I could fuck up yet another burgening friendship group.

He’s not doing anything wrong. It’s just alongside the massive insecurities I have about the way my life has gone and how long it took me to be in the relatively good place I am today, he is hard to listen to. He has no end of stories to tell about things he’s done, all the great experiences he has had. My life seems so boring and small in comparison, so much so that I went home and cried. (I was in a bad place anyway but god I’d love to do social events where there wasn’t a risk of me crying in front of everyone at some point, which luckily did not happen this time.)

Yes I do think some of his stories are very exaggerated, especially the ones he tells where he did something a little mischievous! and doesn’t appear to realise that what he’s actually saying is ‘I put other kids in danger at my school’ and apparently the teachers were just cool with it, or ‘I committed fraud at my old job’ while not apparently realising it was fraud, and when I said bullshit that would be fraud he said ‘but the bosses told me to!’ (Like, ok....I’ve not done bar work and it was different in the 90s I get that, but I’m still not super buying it.) I don’t care about exaggerated stories most of them time but I hate the ones where the point of the story is how awesome the teller is and how much you should admire them, so to react correctly you have to nod along to the bullshit and praise them after.

Anyway I’m really done with this and I’m going to another meetup later which I WILL go to so I can hang out with trans people but I’m going to try and avoid conversation with him at all costs. :( It sucks because a while back when I was thinking about inviting a few people for drinks for my bday, which is coming up end of August, I suddenly thought ‘oh god I don’t want him to monopolise everything but if I don’t invite him and invite other people we know people will think it’s weird and it might cause drama between us and I’ll lose another group of friends’ and I lost enthusiasm for getting people together at all. :( I just can’t face another thing becoming all about him especially not my birthday.

I know there are reasons why people are like this but I just find people who never ask me about myself during conversations and who don't listen very hard to be around.

[the-faultofdaedalus]

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

Thyme wakes up in a clearing she recognizes well. Her mother is not there. 

The house she had grown up in is a pile of logs on the ground, destroyed and broken and in disarray, and Thyme is afraid. She calls for her mother, once, twice, and then rolls up her sleeves and begins the trek towards town. 

Her home is not here, she has neither her bow nor her knife, and if she means to figure out what happened she needs supplies. People are always in need of a witch, she knows, and her mother taught her long ago the value of a silver tongue. 

Except.

She walks out of the woods, and the town is... different. Smaller. The mill she knew so fondly, that she used to climb in with the other children of the village, isn’t there. 

There’s no indication it was ever there, and all at once, Thyme realizes what the ritual was for. 

It was a time-spell, and now she is in the past. The house is in ruins because her mother has not repaired it yet, the mill is gone because it has not been built yet. 

She is here, because...

She does not know. 

And now, it is up to her to take care of herself.

She learns the date from the villagers, gets herself a room at the inn and a good hot meal in exchange for looking at the innkeeper’s son, who has been wracked with cough for weeks now, apparently. 

His face is one Thyme knows, one that in her days were covered in wrinkles and laugh-lines, and as she goes back out into the woods to collect the herbs she needs to cure the boy, she thinks.

The boy will take the inn over from his father, and he will always welcome Thyme’s mother in with open arms for saving him when he was a child. Either the story had been wrong, or Thyme has already broken things. 

Thyme does not know which one she fears more.

She waits in the village for a full turn of the moon for her mother to come. She knows that this is when she should have come in to town. She knows that she should show up here, any day. 

The boy’s cough gets better and when it’s gone completely Thyme buys herself a knife at the blacksmith’s and returns to the woods, to the clearing she calls home. Hands on her hips, she surveys the once-cottage, and makes a plan. 

The house takes a long time to build. She buys an axe, makes a bow, and sleeps under the stars while the house is very slowly built back up. Walls, roof, floors, and then a fireplace, big and wide enough to fit a cauldron, built from special bluestone she hauls from a nearby hill one lump at a time, all the better to brew inside. 

Mama, she thinks wryly, you better be grateful for this. 

She hunts for herself, mostly, snares rabbits and shoots down deer, strips them of their skin, treats it and leaves the fur out to dry. They’ll be good blankets, a good winter cloak, someday. She knows what plants she can eat, what plants will be good, and she survives. She builds. 

She does not tell the villagers her name, and they know her only as “the witch.” 

Thyme eventually stops waiting for her mother. She watches herself in the mirror, and aches at how much they look the same. How much she’s turning out like her mother. 

She helps the villagers, occasionally travels further to heal illnesses in other villages, but mostly stays to herself, in the woods, collecting books and herbs and the house grows more and more as she remembers it. Her hair, that used to be so dark, raven’s hair, her mother would say, braiding it back for her before she learned to do it herself, gets shot through with white and goes grey. 

There’s wrinkles on her face that didn’t used to be there. 

Thyme stops waiting, and becomes the witch of the these woods.

And then. 

The King and Queen of these lands show up at her door, and they are holding a baby girl. 

Please, they say, We need a son. Give us a son. 

And Thyme, who now has a scar on her cheek from a branch whipping at her too fast to avoid, who knows that her mother had had the same scar, looks at the baby, meets her eyes, and knows that they are her eyes. 

I’ll give you a son, Thyme tells them, as if through a trance, but the cost will be your daughter.

They agree, as she knew they would, and she makes a boy out of clay and wood and she remembers learning how to make constructs like these with her mother, she breaths life into it and sends it off with the King and Queen and she holds their baby in her arms. 

Black hair. Dark eyes. A quiet baby, who looks up at her with a solemness that Thyme’s not entirely sure babies are supposed to have. 

Hello, little one, Thyme says, holds out her finger for the baby to grasp, feels her voice crack down the centre like a burnt-out log when the infant holds her finger in her chubby little hand. 

She’s a princess. This baby is a princess, and this baby is her, and her mother has never existed. She knows all these things now, but the thing that she knows most strongly is that she will protect this child, and not only because this child is her. 

(It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother telling her, it is alright to take things for yourself. You do not need to give yourself away, remember that.)

She has to build a crib and cradle for the baby, and until it’s finished, until she knows that the birchwood and blanket is as comfortable as it can be, she sleeps with the baby -- with Thyme, her name will be Thyme, and she smiles as she thinks it -- on her chest. 

She goes into the village, walking through the woods as baby Thyme looks at the trees and the plants with wide eyes, brings her to a farmer who has raised three girls, knocks at her door, and says, help me. 

The witch doesn’t know how to care for a child, and she is going to learn. She must learn. 

The farmer helps her gladly, something in her eyes that tells the witch that she misses having children, that however much she loves her girls, grown and adventurous, sun-browned and strong from working the fields with her mother, she misses caring for an infant. 

She learns how to make formula out of goat’s milk, how to burp the baby, how to change and wash her. She learns how to tell why the baby might be crying -- even though baby Thyme rarely cries, prefers to watch the world with her big, dark eyes -- and how to fix what might be wrong. 

She sits with the farmer as Thyme plays with a doll carved from a cow’s bone, and learns how to thresh wheat. 

The farmer never asks where the baby came from, but does remark how alike they look, that Thyme looks just like her mother, and the witch smiles at that. 

Thyme seems to grow quickly, learning to crawl, and then to toddle around while hanging off the furniture, and the witch cries at Thyme’s first, unsteady and unsupported steps, even as she builds high shelves into the rafters of her home so that Thyme won’t end up eating things she shouldn’t.

The witch takes Thyme into the village more and more, first in a bag tucked up close against her chest, and when Thyme grows more, holding her hand as she runs through the woods as fast as her little legs will carry her. Every time Thyme runs off to bring back a flower, the witch feels a surge of fondness she refuses to suppress. 

The mill is built, and the witch watches as Thyme runs off to play with the other village kids, brave and fearless and so, so curious. 

She teaches Thyme her first charm when the girl is eight, and Thyme takes to the craft like she takes to memorizing the names and uses of plants, like she takes to a bow and knife, like she takes to books, exactly as the witch knew she would. 

Sometimes, the witch hates the lie she’s made Thyme into. She agonizes over it, over she should tell the girl her true parentage, should spill this secret like a cut bag of wheat, but--

She does not want Thyme to know that she was traded away so easily. She does not want Thyme to know that to her birth parents, she was worthless. 

She asks, though. Asks, do you want to be like the girls in the books? a princess? and is warmed to the core when Thyme answers no. 

Yes, the witch had known what she had answered. Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her life, her studies, the woods, her home. 

(Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her mother, because the witch loved her mother. She knows this, and still, she asks.)

The witch teaches Thyme how to make constructs, how to animate them, is proud beyond words when on her fifth try, casting over a wood skeleton covered in clay, the shape of a rabbit, the thing shivers to life, and hops over to push it’s nose into Thyme’s outstreached hands, the girl beaming so brightly that the witch thinks the woods might be glowing with it. The rabbit-construct is lumpy, and uneven, it’s movements slow and unnatural, and she has not yet taught Thyme how to cast the illusion spell onto it that will make it look real, and alive, but Thyme looks so happy that the witch nearly, nearly, forgets her guilt at the purpose of this spell.

Thyme grows, first into a teen, skinny and narrow from how she had shot taller like a willow tree, bony and sharp and lean, and into a woman, growing broad from good food and hard work, takes to hiking into the woods for days at a time with only her knife and her bow and a pouch of herbs, returns home with wild hair the witch combs out for her as Thyme tells her of her adventures.

It matters not that the witch knows all of these stories, knows them because she lived them herself, when she was a girl. She listens to her daughter, dragging the comb through her tangled hair, asks about the falls she found, the cliffs, the animals, the herbs, makes sure that Thyme knows that she will be listened to, that she deserves to be listened to. She listens, because she knows that no matter how much Thyme loves going on these adventures, she also loves coming home, and sharing in these simple, cozy moments.

Winter comes. With the cold comes a grief, a guilt, that weighs heavy on the witch’s heart. She begins preparing for the ritual, for the time-spell that will send her daughter backwards and into loneliness and into the position to save herself from what her true parents would force her to become, backwards to learn the truth, backwards to become her.

She knows why she must do this. She has scryed on her construct, the prince, the soon-to-be-king, every moon since she sent him away and took herself in his place. She sees what he has grown into, she sees what the power has done to him, she sees and she knows that she and her daughter would have suffered greatly in that role. She sees him make hard choices.

She sees him go to war.

She sees the illusion she cast over branch and clay bleed. She sees him, bandages around his torso, arm hanging awkwardly by his side, leave the castle, and wade into the lake outside of it’s walls. She sees the clay in the lakebed melt towards him, heal the wounds, make him fit to wield a sword the very next day.

She does not want that. She does not want that for her daughter.

It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother saying to her, remembers saying to her Thyme, bleeding for others is a gift. It is valued, but it is up to you to give it.

Spring comes. Reedy plants are tended into a circle. Summer comes. Fires are burned over the dirt, ash mixed with soil. Fall comes. The heart of a boar is buried under the circle, placed to rest with gentle words. The witch and her daughter, Thyme and Thyme, stand together, hands raised, looking at each other.

The witch whispers, I’m sorry.

And her daughter disappears.

[metqnoiaxx]

hashiras react to your insecurities / angst to comfort, part 1

x gender neutral reader, part 1 of 3!

this was requested by @x-wisteria-x tysm for my first request! i chose to divide this into 3 parts, they’ll all be uploaded this week! i’m sorry if this doesn’t fit what you had wanted, let me know and i can re-write!

part 2, part 3 - not yet posted, will add links once they are!

⚠️ body images, insecurities ⚠️

everyone, before reading this, please remember that you are beautiful just the way you are! never feel the need to change yourself for others. don't forget, i love you!! <3

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Kyojuro Rengoku - (insecure of looks)

“Darling, what is the problem? You’ve been acting so differently lately and I’m not quite sure why. Have I done anything to offend you, my love?”, he asked you sweetly, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

This evening, he came home from a very long mission and noticed a deep change in your behavior. He sat you down on the bed you two shared and questioned you about it.

“It’s nothing..Kyojuro.”, you told him. That wasn’t true, that wasn’t true at all.

His mouth downturned to a small pout. He could tell you were lying.

“Please, darling. If anything is bothering you, you can tell me. I’ll always be here for you.”, he emphasized the “always” part, strongly.

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what he had just said. Should you confide in him?

“I just…I’ve felt so bad recently. I see all these other women..and they are so pretty. And I’m so…not.”, you said quietly, getting embarrassed from letting your feelings out.

He let out a quiet “oh”, and his expression changed a bit, more towards an empathetic look. 

“Sweethart…you are so beautiful. I promise you that. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone else out there.”, he brought his hands up from your hands to your face, cupping your cheeks. “I love you so much. You’re beautiful. You always will be. No matter what anyone else looks like. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”, he told you, a small smile resurfacing. 

You began to softly cry. He wiped your tears away with his fingers and placed kisses all over your face, reassuring you of his never ending love. 

He pulled you into his lap and held you tightly against his chest, then kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him, your eyes still heavily teary. He just stared back down at you, so lovingly. 

“I’m..hic..I'm sorry kyo..”, you said slowly, piece by piece. Talking well is really hard when you’re crying..

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my little flame. I am always here for you. Always. I’ll love you, FOREVER!”, his voice got much louder at the end part. 

He combed his fingers through your hair and kept you held tight against him.

god, you loved him so much.

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Giyuu Tomioka - (insecure of body)

You sat across the table from him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Not that the two of you were in an argument, but you felt so embarrassed to even look at him. He kept looking at you with a confused face, why were you ignoring him? You weren’t even eating any of your food either. 

Normally when the two of you ate dinner together, you’d be so talkative and happy. Always making comments about your day, asking him so many questions, and keeping the mood so cheerful. That was something he loved so dearly about you.

Although he had such a quiet personality, never pointing out many things, he couldn’t take this anymore. Where was the happy you? Why’d you seem so sad? He felt horrible just sitting there letting you feel like that.

“Y/n?...”, he asked out quietly.

You took a second before responding..

“Yes?”, you said, without even giving a small smile.

“Is something the matter..? You seem so..different.”, he didn’t want to say anything that would upset you. He was nervous that even asking would offend you.

“Uh…no. I’m fine, Tomioka.”, you told him.

Okay…what? He knew for a fact that the two of you were NOT on a last name basis. You always called him Giyuu, sometimes even shortening it to yuu. Something was most definitely wrong. 

“Y/n. What’s the matter? You can talk to me..okay?”, he told you.

You finally made eye contact with him, mouth slightly agape by the statement.

“I just don’t want to eat..”

“Why’s that?”, he questioned softly.

“I’m going to gain too much weight….and I'll be even uglier.”, you said, pausing a second for the last part. Your eyes began to water, guilt rushing to your head.

“Uglier? You’ve never been ugly to begin with, darling. And you have to eat, okay? Even if you gain weight, even if you think you’ve eaten too much, you have to eat y/n. I love you as you are. You don’t need to change anything about you.”, he said, sweetly grabbing your hands. This was hard for him, he was never one for physical affection, so you knew he really meant this.

“Are you sure, Giyuu?”, you asked him, letting out small hiccups from your tears. 

He walked over to you and spun your chair around from the table, so it was pointed diagonally at him. He knelt down beside you and brought your hands to his, once again.

“I’m completely positive. You’re so beautiful, You don’t know how much I love you, Y/n. You’re perfect just the way you are.”, he said to you. Your tears kept flowing but he just embraced you, and reassured you over and over again. 

surely, he was the one.

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Iguro Obanai - (insecure of scars)

Obanai was away on a mission. You thought you had some alone time, so you sat in your shared bedroom and cried your heart out. You looked down at your arms, at your face, scars scattered across them. The only thing repeating in your head was “So ugly. So, so ugly”. 

You brought your knees up to your face and just kept crying. You didn’t expect Obanai to be back earlier than planned.

“Y/n?”, a sudden voice interrupted. You turned your head around and saw him standing at the door frame, a sad look in his eyes.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked you, sitting down next to you. You continued to cry, letting out small hiccups from the lack of breath. He stayed there with you for a minute or so until you began to talk.

“I look so ugly. These scars make me look terrible. I’m never going to be pretty.”, you said between shallow breaths. He just sat there for a minute, staring at you. You expected him to be looking at you, weirdly. You turned around to him…and how he looked hurt your heart. 

He had such a sad look on his face. His eyebrows downturned, and his own eyes began to water as well. Why was he crying? Did he pity you? Was he disappointed?

“Y/n. You are so pretty. With and without these scars. These scars don’t make you ugly, they make you human. Everyone has their struggles and bad times. I promise you, okay? You aren’t ugly. These scars don’t make you ugly. Just look at me.”, he said before unwrapping his mask. He took your hand and held it up to his mouth, where his scar is.

He’d taken his mask off before, but you’d never touched or traced it. You gasped softly, and your tears stopped for a second. He felt a bit anxious, despite the words he told you. Did you think he looked bad? Kaburamaru went from his neck, across your connecting arms and over to you. 

“Obanai..”, you said.

He got nervous, but then you let out a small smile. It was small, but it made him feel happier.

“Is what you said…is what you said true?”, you asked him quietly. His grip on your hand tightened.

“Of course it is. It always will be, I love you. How you look…these scars, don’t matter to me. I fell in love with you for who you are.”, he reassured you. Your tears began to flow again. He pulled you in for a hug and held you against him, letting you sob into his shoulder. 

you’ll love each other forever.

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this is not proofread so i'm sure theres some errors, sorry lol. there will be 2 other parts with all other hashira!

word count - 1372

time spent - lets just say A WHILE, i'm unoriginal people

[holylulusworld]

Rude (1)

Title: Rude

Summary: He’s just rude.

Square filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Mob AU

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C 3 - Free Space - Alpha!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Alpha(Mobster) Steve Rogers x ???!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, Steve being a rude asshole, injured reader, your boss is an asshole, remorse

Rating: Mature

Words: 1,9 k

AFG AU BINGO masterlist 

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Drink, now,” snapping his fingers, one of the guests' barks orders at the waitress. The poor girl flinches, and hurriedly walks away. You can’t blame her, though. Your boss didn’t tell you all the people at the party will be rude, self-centered, and well, complete douches. “You, come back.”

“Sir, can I help you?” you’re not a waitress, but try to help your colleague out. “What do you want? Bourbon, Whiskey, some manners?”

“What did you just say,” he slowly turns around, and the hairs on your neck stand as the tall alpha turns his attention toward you. “Repeat yourself, BETA!” He can’t scent you and immediately assumes you are only a beta.

“I asked you if you want a drink, Sir,” you try to not show you despise men like him. Rich. Spoiled. Aggressive. His suit is tailor-made, and his Tom Ford shoes cost more than half of your wardrobe, still, he lacks in manners. “Sir.”

“Where is the other girl? The cute and submissive one,” he chuckles as you make a face. Alphas are even worse than rich men. “What? Don’t you like to be a good girl too?”

“If you don’t want a drink, I’ll leave and take care of the food I made for the party. Choose now, Sir,” you’re slowly losing your patience here. Usually, you are a friendly and patient person, but this guy is getting on your nerves with his cocky smirk and the way he looks down at you.

“Nah, I don’t want you to serve me a drink. Send one of the cute girls over here,” you huff, but bite your tongue.

“I’ll look if anyone is free to serve you your drink,” turning to leave, you ignore the alpha huffs behind your back. “If not, over there is a bar. You can always get yourself a drink. You’re a grown man after all.”

He growls as you make your way back toward the buffet to check on the food. You smile to yourself as you just stood your ground against the tall and bulgy alpha.

“What a rude guy,” one of the waitresses complains. “Why is the boss never around if you need them. Three guys tried to feel me up, and another poured his drink over my shirt, yelling wet t-shirt contest.”

“Grown men acting like horny teens when in a pack,” you quip. “Go and get a new shirt from the trunk of my car. I’ll cover for you meanwhile. I always bring spare clothes with me. One of the shirts should be your size.”

She smiles softly as you hand her the keys to your car. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” she coos. “I’ll be right back, promised.”

“Take your time, I’ve got this,” taking her tray you flash her a smile. “It’s no problem at all.”

While your colleague moves to the back entrance, you start to make your round. You offer drinks to drunk guys, avoid getting groped, and put on your sweetest fake smile.

“Out of my way,” you yelp as someone runs you over. He pushes you out of his way, ignoring you ended up on the ground, crying out in pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize the alpha you angered some hours ago.

“Miss. Shit,” another man makes his way through the people crowding you. “Someone, call an ambulance. Her hand is bleeding, and the fingers don’t look good.” The man strips his jacket off to put it under your head. “Miss do not move too much. I’m afraid your arm is broken. Looks bad.”

You whimper as you glance at your bleeding arm. “I tried to catch my fall,” you sniffle. “It hurts.”

“I know, doll,” the man runs his hand over your hair. “The ambulance will be here in a minute, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Clint, move your ass and check if they are on their way. I want them here in two minutes,” you flinch at his outburst. “It’s okay. They will help you, doll. This looks like a FOOSH injury to me. I broke my hand when I was a kid. I fell and tried to catch my fall.”

“I—” the pain is overwhelming, and the scent hitting you from behind your back doesn’t help. You can sense the alpha from before and it makes you curl into a ball.

“Sir, you can’t fire me! I broke my hand at one of your parties! Who will make your canapes now?” he shrugs, ignoring that you tear up. It was your dream to open your own catering firm, just not so soon. “Please, I need the job.”

“You are fired,” he points at your hand. “You’re useless to me with a broken hand. If you want to sue me, you can try.” Now he smirks darkly. “Go ahead, beta. We will see what happens if you do.”

“Fuck you,” you twirl around to storm out of his office, cursing his birth on your way out. “What do I do now?”

“Steve, you must apologize to the poor girl! I was at her boss’ office, and she got fired because of you. You broke her fucking hand,” Bucky growls at his best friend. “What’s wrong with you lately? Only as Peggy left you for some beta, you can’t run that girl over and just move on.”

“I didn’t know she got fired,” Steve sighs deeply. “She was a feisty bitch, and I was mad at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.”

“You saw her on the ground and didn’t do shit, Steve. Why?”

“Buck, you already took care of her. The moment I stepped closer she curled into a ball, and I didn’t want to scare her even more. I’m not some asshole hurting a girl on purpose. I just—” running his fingers through his hair Steve sighs deeply. “I saw Peggy at the party, in the arms of yet another man. She was on her way out of the back entrance when I ran the girl over.”

“Fine,” Bucky says. “Either way, you will apologize to her. Here’s her address. Buy some flowers and go to the girl.”

“What? I can’t just stand on her doorstep Buck. What will she do?” Steve makes a face. “Punk, she will call the cops or worse.”

“What’s worse than ending up in jail, Stevie,” the brunette smirks. “Come on, spill it.”

“What if she freaks out or cries. Bucky, she will believe I hurt her on purpose. How can she not? I can’t go to her,” hands-on his hips Steve tries to stay adamant. “I can send her flowers, though.”

“You will not send her flowers, Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky just used his alpha voice on his friend, making Steve growl in response. “We are friends since childhood, but this doesn’t mean I will not beat you into a pulp. Be a man and apologize.”

“Fuck’s sake,” taking the piece of paper with you address out of Bucky’s hands, the blonde alpha grumbles under his breath. “Which flowers do you want me to buy?”

“Be creative, Steve. Go to a flower shop and tell them you ran the poor girl over. Find flowers telling her I’m sorry for running you over and that I was a douche…”

“Red roses, lilies, gerbera, asters, and squills,” Steve clears his throat as he stands in front of your door with a huge bouquet in his arms. “Squills say forgive me for being a rude douche the best.”

He straightens his tie with his free hand, not knowing why he’s nervous. You are just a random girl he ran over at a party. Steve takes a deep breath as he lifts his fist to knock at your door.

“Coming,” you coo from the other side of the door. “What can I—? You?” looking the alpha up and down, you frown deeply. “What do you want here?”

“Uh—I,” he huffs before pushing the flowers in your hand. “I came to apologize. I didn’t want to run you over. You see, girl.” He clears his throat, tugging at his tie, “I saw someone from my past and wanted to—”

“You wanted to what, Sir?”

“Honestly,” he nervously laughs, “I don’t know. She left me for some beta, telling me I’m too aggressive and rough. He looks down at his hands, shaking his head. “Maybe she was right. I was rude to the waitress and you for no reason. Then I ran you over.”

“I don’t know why you came here. You shouldn’t buy me flowers,” you step back when Steve moves toward you. “Stay away from me.”

“Doll,” you scrunch up your nose at the pet name. It’s the same the other man used at the party, “I’m sorry I ran you over.  Can I come in and we can talk things out?”

“No. I’m good. Really,” like hell. You will not let a foreign alpha step inside your apartment. “Thanks for the flowers and all. My hand is barely hurting, and I’ll find a job in no time. No biggie.”

“Let me inside,” he cocks his head as you seem to react to his alpha voice. Betas usually don’t hear the difference or smell his scent changes when he’s angry or nervous. “Girl, what are you hiding.” He’s sizing you up now. “Something is odd about you.”

“Ah, ha-ha…thanks for the compliment. You have a way to apologize, that’s a fact,” you try to get rid of the alpha, hoping he will just leave. “Listen, you can go now. Please.”

“Bucky said I must make sure you are alright,” Steve takes another step toward your door and another until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “Let me check on you.”

“I’m good,” swallowing thickly you try to hide that his scent makes your toes curl. “I got a nice cast around my hand, and all.”

“I don’t even know your name,” shit, he cups the back of your neck and rubs his thumb over your mating gland, humming. “I knew it. You’re omega. A feisty little thing too.”

“You need to go. Now,” while you fight your hindbrain and try not to give in to the alpha, he dips his head to press his nose to your scent gland. “Go—please.” You whimper.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Steve. Now let me in and we can talk about what happened at the party. I want to know why you are using a scent blocker to hide from your alpha.”

“You’re not my alpha,” pushing against his chest with your working hand you try to make the alpha budge. “I mean it. Go home!”

“I can scent you, doll. It’s a faint scent, but it’s enough to let me know you are mine,” he doesn’t expect you to slap his cheek hard when he tries to kiss you.

“Dude! I don’t even know you. Get a hold of yourself, Sir,” Steve smirks as you straighten your oversized sleep shirt. “Now, if you would excuse me. I want to go back to sleep.”

“I want to come in. Please let me show you that I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

“Why would I? You’re a stranger who just tried to get grabby,” you push against his chest, making him stumble back. “If you want to get to know me better, come back. If not, leave me alone.”

You slam the door in his face. “What the fuck just happened?” Steve stands there in stunned silence, laughing as you are the first woman rejecting him.

>> Part 2

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[raindancer2004]

The Tracker’s Daughter

Word Count: 5,057 Alec x reader Oneshot Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Demetri had been around for over a thousand years and had undertaken many missions on behalf of the Volturi Kings in order to keep their world safe, a secret from the human world but nothing could have prepared him for the surprise he got during a mission in Oxford, England that he, Felix and the twins were on. He tracked some vampires who were on the Volturi’s radar for leaving a trail of dead bodies in their wake, more accurately in their homes without even attempting to dispose of them or cover their tracks. The human authorities were starting to take note of these ‘unexplained deaths’ and thought them to be the work of a serial killer.

Once the vampires were taken care of and the house was quiet the sound of a heartbeat could be heard “There’s a human in the house” Felix said as he turned his head towards the stairs “Really, what gave it away?” Jane asked sarcastically and Alec choked back a laugh as Demetri went upstairs to investigate “I’ll deal with it, start thinking of how you’re going to cover this up.”

Demetri followed the heartbeat to a room at the end of the hallway and carefully opened the door to reveal a child’s bedroom. The walls were painted pink and a wooden toy chest sat next to a small bookcase full of children’s books. Demetri felt his heart ache knowing what needed to be done. Killing human children was something Demetri avoided at all costs, seeing them as innocents and was glad that the Kings never allowed children to partake in the ‘tours’ of the castle.

Demetri slowly walked over to the bed and crouched down and lifting the duvet slightly noticed a three-year-old girl crying silently and began coaxing the little girl out from under her bed gently. “It’s ok…I’m not going to hurt you. I promise” His voice low as he didn’t want to scare her further. She scooted back towards the wall shaking her head. “My name is Demetri, what’s your name darling?” He asked softly “Y/N” She replied low after a few moments, her heartbeat fast due her being scared. He smiled at her warmly and held his hand out to her “Please come out Y/N so we can talk. I promise you are safe now” She looked up at him and soon as he looked into her eyes he felt something snap into place and all he could think about was keeping her safe. He held her close and breathed in her scent as he felt her tiny arms wrap tightly around his neck. “Let’s go home little one” He said softly and made his way downstairs. “What the…” “This is Y/N and she is coming home with me” Demetri cut off Felix off and he could tell by his friend’s tone that this was not up for discussion.

Demetri took Y/N home and raised her as his daughter as he thought this would be safer than leaving her to be discovered by the human authorities and them asking her questions which could lead to her telling them about him and the other vampires that had killed her family.

The Kings understood and supported Demetri’s decision to raise Y/N in the castle. “She will be loved and protected forever” Marcus smiled at Demetri seeing the start of a familial bond between the tracker and the human child. “We will look after her when you are away on missions” Athenodora said with a warm smile “Yes, and we will educate her in the castle” Sulpicia added, pointing to herself, Athenodora and the Kings. “Thank you for understanding the reason behind my decision and supporting me in raising her” Demetri smiled at the five royals and bowed his head “You are very welcome” Aro replied.

Y/N stayed in Demetri’s quarters with him and Jane offered to help him with her as he had no idea how to care for a child. “I bought her some clothes and pyjamas” Jane said to Demetri and watched Y/N curiously “Thank you Jane” He replied and took the bags from her. Jane offered to bath Y/N but she refused insisting Demetri had to do it. Once Demetri bathed her and got her dressed into her new pyjamas he read her a bedtime story and spent the night reading in bed beside her. She woke up in the night crying from a nightmare so he held her close soothing her back to sleep.

Time jump – Fourteen years later

Alec had always felt protective of Y/N as she grew up and found her fascinating and as she got older, he felt ‘drawn’ to her and couldn’t work out why, so he decided to speak to the one person he knew would likely have the answer.

He knocked on the door of Marcus’ private study and waited to be invited in “Come in” Marcus called out and Alec opened the door “Sorry to bother you master, but I need your help” “No trouble my boy, take a seat and tell me what’s bothering you” Marcus replied softly “It’s to do with Y/N” Alec began and Marcus nodded, trying to hide his smile “I have always felt protective of her and I care for her, although she never refers to me as her uncle as she does Felix…” “Does that bother you?” Marcus asks cutting him off “No, master. In fact, I’m glad she doesn’t…especially as I’m starting to feel ‘drawn’ to her…although I don’t know why” He replied “Don’t you? Can you not think of a reason for your feelings changing towards her now that she is grown up?” Marcus asked, curious to see if Alec would catch on. Alec sat there for a few moments thinking; realisation flashed through his eyes, something Marcus noticed “Mate. She’s…oh no…D-Demetri’s going to kill me…” Alec stuttered out, before swallowing hard “I don’t think he’ll like the idea of you of being mates, not at first…especially as you watched her grow up, but I don’t think he’ll kill you” Marcus replied softly as he rose and moved to sit in the chair beside Alec “He wouldn’t hurt her that way” Marcus added as he placed his hand on Alec’s arm “What should I do?” “Talk to Demetri about the situation before you speak with Y/N. He’ll appreciate that more than you know” Marcus advised “Are you sure about the bond?” Alec asked and Marcus raised an eyebrow “Sorry master” “Don’t be. I can confirm the mate ties are there and they will only get stronger as time goes on and the bond will fall into place when the time is right.” Alec nodded and felt nervous of what the future held for him and Y/N.

Alec made his way to Demetri’s room and took a deep unneeded breath before knocking on the door and opening it to reveal Demetri sitting at his desk. “Demetri can I have word with you please?” “Of course Alec. Come in” “Actually can we leave the castle, maybe go hunting? It’s a…private matter” “Ok, lets go Alec.” He replied and put his paperwork away and made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket from the coat stand. The two of them leave the castle and make their way to the Tuscan countryside, Alec trying to get his thoughts together along the way.

“Do you really want to hunt or just talk?” Demetri asked “T-talk please” Alec said feeling nervous “Ok, whenever you’re ready Alec” Demetri sat on a fallen tree waiting for Alec to start. “Demetri, I-I have found my mate…” “That’s great news Alec” Demetri cuts him off, smiling “I fear you may not be so happy for me once you learn who she is” Demetri stares at him for a moment thinking, observing Alec’s nervous behaviour. “It’s Y/N isn’t it?” He asks and Alec nods “I have always felt protective of her and I-I have only recently started to feel to drawn to her. Mar-Marcus confirmed it earlier today…” “He advised you to talk to me before you spoke to…” “Yes Demetri. The ties are there but…if you don’t approve, I will stay away” Alec cut him off this time “No, you won’t Alec, that’ll only hurt you both and I will not see my daughter hurt” “Thank you Demetri. You took the news better than I thought” “Well, Y/N was born to be with you. I won’t stand in the way of you and her being together. Just…don’t force it, let the bond form naturally. That’s all I ask” Alec smiled and nodded at Demetri, hoping Y/N will accept him as her mate as easily as Demetri accepted the news.

Demetri spoke to Heidi about Alec discovering that Y/N was his mate, needing to speak to someone about it. “Alec has spoken to me and advised that he has found his mate…in Y/N” Demetri paused and waited for her reaction “Has Marcus confirmed it?” “Yes, he has” “Dem, how long has Alec known?” “Not long, he had his suspicions and spoke to Marcus, and then to me. I have told Alec that I will not stand in his way of being with Y/N and I hope Jane doesn’t interfere either as it’ll only hurt Y/N and Alec in the long run.” Heidi nods and places her hand on his arm “At least we know he’ll love and protect her…and she’ll continue to live in the castle, which is a good thing” Demetri nodded and smiled at Heidi’s reply.

“Y/N, may I come in?” Alec asks as he knocks on her open bedroom door “Of course Alec” He enters her room and closes the door, taking a seat at the end of her bed. “I have something I need to talk to you about Y/N” “Sounds serious, are you ok?” She asks concerned “I’m ok…I need you to listen to what I’m going to tell you before you respond. Ok?” She nods and he continues “Y/N I have always felt protective of you, but more recently I have felt drawn to you...in a way I never would have thought possible” He paused trying to collect his thoughts for a moment “Y/N, I-I’m your…that is…you’re my mate” He was looking down at his hands and missed the smile she gave him “Alec” He didn’t look up at her, so she tried again “Alec, I accept you as my mate” His head whipped up, his eyes meeting hers, a look of shock etched onto his face “Wh-what did you say?” “I said I accept you as my mate” She repeated and leant forward to kiss his cheek, if he could have blushed, he would have.

Demetri heard the conversation and smiled, happy that Y/N accepted Alec and amused at the way Alec had told her ‘Not exactly the smoothest way to tell a girl she’s your mate” He thought to himself and chuckled low as he made his way back to his room.

Y/N and Alec had been dating for a little over a month when they shared their first kiss and it was awkward as hell for both of them, all tongues and teeth. “Should have asked Demetri for tips” Felix said laughing, Santiago nodded in agreement before adding “Oh wait, no you couldn’t cause you’re dating his daughter” Santiago and Felix continued to laugh “I hate the pair of you” Alec growled at them and left the room. “Practice makes perfect” Chelsea said as she passed him in the hall “Thanks” He mumbled in response.

Y/N was ready to take the next step in her relationship with Alec but was worried about it as her room was opposite her dad’s and her uncle Felix’s room was in between her dad and her boyfriend’s rooms. She decided to speak to Gianna as she was the only other human in the castle and not related to any of the vampires. “I see the predicament you are in, either way your dad and your uncle are going to hear you being intimate with Alec” “I know” Y/N put her head down, resting it on her arms on the table. “I have a few suggestions for you…” “I’m all ears” Y/N said lifting her head and cutting her off “…You could use one of the guest rooms in the East Wing of the castle or wait until your dad and Felix are on guard duty one night or away on a mission” “That won’t work with their hearing and I don’t want my first time interrupted by them walking in on us” Y/N replied before putting her head back on her arms. “Sorry sweetie, I don’t know what else to suggest” Gianna patted her head softly.

Unbeknown to Gianna and Y/N, Dora had been nearby and overheard their conversation and decided to step in and help her ‘granddaughter.’ She arranged a meeting with Caius, Aro and Marcus to discuss her idea, Sulpicia came along to support Dora’s idea. “Next Friday night I need you…” She looked and pointed at the three Kings in turn “…to send Demetri, Felix and Jane away for the weekend on a mission or something” “Why?” Caius asked confused “You didn’t mention Alec, why’s that?” Aro asked, curiosity shining in his ruby eyes. “Firstly, because I said I need the three of them gone for the weekend and secondly, I didn’t include Alec as he is needed here.” Marcus smiled knowingly and waited for his brothers to catch on. A few moments later, it clicked for them both “You want Demetri and Felix out of the way so Alec and Y/N can have some ‘alone’ time and by sending Jane with them, it’s less suspicious” Caius said “Exactly my love” Dora replied “So, are you going to help?” Sulpicia asked, eyeing her husband “Of course, consider it done darling” Aro responded.

Y/N couldn’t help feeling excited when she found out her dad and Felix were going to be on a mission the next weekend, and the fact that Jane was going too was a bonus as her room was the other side of Alec’s. Y/N’s nerves began to sink in the closer it got to the weekend but she was determined to progress her relationship with Alec. Alec on the other hand had no idea what Y/N was planning for their date night as she was worried he might accidentally spill the beans to his sister, Felix or Santiago.

Y/N had arranged dinner for two on Alec’s balcony and had hidden something ‘comfortable’ for her to change in to later in Alec’s bathroom after he had finished getting ready for guard duty. Alec smiled warmly at his mate when he returned to his room for date night to see that she had arranged a romantic meal for two and hung some fairy lights on the balcony to create a romantic ambience. He drank a glass of blood whilst she ate a simple pasta dish. “I would have eaten with you sweetheart” “I know Alec but then you’d have to deal with it afterwards and it would kill the mood” She replied with a smile and stroked his hand.

Once dinner was over Y/N excused herself and entered the bathroom to change and to give herself a pep talk “You got this Y/N. You love him and he loves you. It’ll be fine” “Y/N are you ok?” Alec called out “Yea, be out in a sec.” Y/N took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom dressed in a pale pink babydoll and matching shorts. “Wow” Alec breathed out and Y/N smiled at his reaction as she walked over to him. Y/N stopped in front him of him and his hands went to her waist and pulled her closer “You look beautiful” Her cheeks flushed a little at the compliment before she leant forward and kissed him. She bit his lip and he parted his lips allowing her to deepen the kiss, soft moans leaving both of them. Y/N climbed onto his lap so she was straddling him and ran her fingers through his hair before pulling away to breath. Alec resumed the kiss after a moment and ran his hands up her body over the baby doll and felt himself get hard, something Y/N noticed causing her to smile into the kiss as she grinded against him. “Are you sure?” Alec asked low “Yes.”

Alec laid her down carefully before quickly locking his door and removing his shoes and socks. He walked back to the bed and admired his mate lying on his bed. “Want some help?” She asked, nodding at him and he nodded in response, a smile on his lips. She crawled towards the end of the bed and leant up on her knees and undid the buttons on his shirt pushing it up over his shoulders before letting it fall to the floor. He leant forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss as her hands made their way downwards over his chest and stomach, stopping above the waistband of his trousers. She pulled away to breath and smiled at him before undoing his belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside and kissed her again, holding her hands in his. 

Y/N laid down on the bed watching as Alec crawled towards her, stopping when he was above her being careful to prop himself up on his arms. She felt his erection pressing into her thigh as he leant down kissing her hungrily, his hand moving up her side. He cups her breast and squeezes gently, a soft mewl leaving her lips and he smiles into the next kiss and repeats his actions. He sits up slightly lifting her with him and removes the babydoll before she lays back against the bed again watching as he removes her shorts and his boxers. Y/N’s eyes trail down her mate’s body admiring him, a soft chuckle pulling her from her thoughts “Sorry” “Don’t be. I like the view I have of my beautiful mate too” He replied with a smile, his red eyes darkened by lust.

He settles himself between her legs and gently slides a finger inside her and starts to move his finger in and out of her core preparing her for when he makes love to her. He added a second finger after a few moments and continued to move them within her, ensuring to brush them against her inner walls. Y/N began to writhe beneath him a little and felt a cold hand move to her hip, holding her in place. Alec could tell Y/N was close to her release and pushed his fingers deeper inside her, hitting that spot over and over again. Y/N felt the knot in her abdomen break and her warm release coated his fingers and he hummed in satisfaction at the taste of her. She could taste herself on his tongue as they fought to dominate the kiss. He ran his fingers through her slick folds and coated his hard cock in her arousal and gently entered her, stilling for a moment to allow her to adjust to him. She tapped his shoulder and he began thrusting in and out of her slowly, making love to her. His hand caressed her body gently as her fingers ran down his back, holding each other as they shared a kiss. “Ah Alec” Her voice breathy as he continued to move within her, one hand massaging her breast as he leaves a trail of kisses down her neck towards her other breast. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist causing him to sink deeper inside her, both moaning in pleasure. Alec could tell his release was close and sensed hers too so sped up his thrusts a little and gently sucked on her nipple as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. “Ah…Ah…Oh…” The only words she could form as her body reacted to her mate’s. “I’ve got you love” He whispered low as her walls clenched around his cock a few seconds before he felt her warm release, evidence of her second orgasm of the evening. His climax followed shortly after and he continued to move in and out of her, riding out their orgasms together.

Y/N opened her eyes and released her tight hold on Alec as he rolled off her “That was amazing” His voice low in the quiet room “You were amazing Alec” She replied and rolled onto her side to face him. “Will you stay with me tonight?” Alec asked, feeling unsure of himself despite having just made love to his mate “Yes” She smiled wide and kissed him soundly on the lips. Once they had showered and changed into their pyjamas Alec held Y/N in his arms as she slept feeling happy that they had taken the next step in their relationship.

The time came for Y/N to become immortal and everyone was curious as to who would change her, Alec, her mate or Demetri, her dad. “Alec, can we talk about my being changed please?” Y/N asked as they walked hand in hand through the garden one evening “Of course, what did you want to discuss?” “I want my dad to be the one to turn me. I want to cement our father / daughter bond” She replied and watched his face for his reaction “I understand Y/N” He smiled at her “Really?” “Yes. Really. If I’m honest I’m happy with your decision, it takes the pressure off of me changing you” He pressed his lips to hers “All I ask is that I am in the room with you when he turns you.” She smiled back at him, nodding before pressing her lips to his “I love you Alec” “I love you more Y/N” He wrapped his arms around her “Let’s go tell your dad of your decision.”

Y/N and Alec made their way back into the castle finding Demetri in the family room with Felix, Jane and Heidi. “Here come the lovebirds” Felix teased as they entered the room, everyone ignored his comment. “Dad I have something I’d like to talk to you about…” “You better not be pregnant at 17, because I’ll kill him” Demetri cuts her off and glares at Alec “No. Oh my god. No dad. I’m not pregnant” She replies, shocked that he’d think that but is happy when Demetri visibly relaxes. “Then what you would like to discuss?” He asks. “Why does the thought of Y/N being pregnant by me put you in a murderous mood?” Alec asks clearly offended by Demetri’s reaction; Demetri growls low “Alec” “Brother” Y/N, Heidi and Jane say at the same time “Not the time” Heidi adds looking at Alec, who nods once.

Y/N turns back to Demetri and sits beside him “I want to discuss being changed” She says and notices her dad seems nervous “I want you to be the one to turn me…?” “Really?” He asks smiling, although he is a little surprised “Really. Everyone knows I’m your daughter but I want to truly be your daughter” His eyes fill with venom and he pulls her onto his lap holding her close “Knowing that you want me to turn you means more to me than you’ll ever know. I love you” “I love you too dad” She kissed his cheek “Think of it as a reward for raising a human daughter for 14 years, not to mention eating all those baked goods despite the fact it tasted foul and you had to throw it back up” Everyone chuckled at this. He placed his hands on her cheeks and looked into her eyes “You have definitely made the last 14 years very…interesting around here but I wouldn’t change a single minute of it” She placed her hands on his cheeks “Really dad?” “Really. I am proud to call you my daughter” He kissed her forehead and continued to hold her.

Demetri agreed to Alec being in the room when he turned her, knowing that Alec wanted to help her with the initial burning sensation. “Thank you Alec, for accepting her decision to have me change her. It means a lot” “Can I tell you a secret Demetri?” Alec asks and he nods “I would have declined her request if she had asked me to change her” “Why? She’s your mate” Demetri sounded confused “I know that, but I know how much she means to you. If I’m being honest, I don’t want the responsibility of looking after your daughter as a newborn. As her mate, I’d rather help you train her instead” Demetri was shocked and just stared at him for a few moments “That is a very grown-up view of the situation and I am proud to call you my son-in-law” He squeezed Alec’s shoulder gently “I may only look 18 but I’m nearly as old as you. It was bound to happen eventually” They both chuckled “Y/N told me she wants to cement her father / daughter bond with you and having your venom running through her does that for her” Demetri nodded in understanding “Oh and don’t think I didn’t catch you calling me your son-in-law, dad” “Watch it” Demetri growled back pointing a finger at him, again they both chuckled.

“I’m going to stay here and let your dad take you out for your first hunt, and teaching newborns to hunt is something your dad is good at seeing as he trains the guards” Alec said looking them “Thank you Alec” Y/N kissed his lips and Alec wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer “I don’t need to see that” Demetri said as he left the room “Meet me at the entrance” Demetri called over his shoulder.

Ten minutes later Y/N and Alec walked towards Demetri holding hands “I thought you two said goodbye upstairs” “They did but I told them that Alec and I would join the two of you…a family hunting trip” Jane said looking at Demetri who smiled back at her nodding. Footsteps sounded behind them and they turned to see Heidi in jeans and a jumper “What are you wearing?” Alec asked surprised “An outfit that’s suitable for a family hunting trip” Heidi said with a smile and Demetri raised an eyebrow at her “I helped raise her and I want to be a part of her first hunt” “When was the last time you hunted?” Demetri asked, amusement clearly shown on his face “Shut up Dem. It’s like riding a bike, you never forget” She replied and walked past them towards the doors. Jane chuckled and took Demetri’s hand leading him out of the castle, Alec and Y/N followed behind their fingers intertwined.

They stopped once they reached the forest in Tuscany “There’s a camping site about two miles east of here” Demetri said and the others nodded before they all took off in that direction. Y/N smelt the humans and growled, eyes darkening with hunger and ran towards them. Demetri ran forward and grabbed his daughter by the waist “Wait little one. Focus on your surroundings” “Hold your breath sweetheart, it’ll help” Alec said and Y/N nodded. “Decide which human you want and be quick when you grab them so they don’t run and make sure to hold them securely before you bite their neck” Y/N nodded, taking in her dad’s advice. They all watched the human campers for a few moments before Demetri whispered “Now” They all ran forward and Y/N grabbed the dark-haired man around the throat holding him to her chest and bit down on his neck, the warm blood flowing down her throat easing the burn. She released him and he fell to the ground next to the blonde-haired female Jane had a dropped a moment earlier. Jane chuckled seeing Y/N’s top splattered with blood. “Everyone’s a bit messy the first time they hunt” Demetri said softly and wiped the drop of blood from her lip. “You did so well sweetheart” Alec said as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her into him and kissed her “I love you Alec” “I love you too” Alec replied and kissed her again.

Demetri and Alec trained Y/N over the next few months and the Kings were impressed by her calm demeanour considering she is a newborn. “I think growing up around all of us and knowing that becoming an immortal was her destiny, she had time to adjust to the news which has helped greatly” Caius said as he and his brothers watched Y/N take down Santiago with ease during a training session. “True. I also think having Demetri as her father helped, they always had a strong bond and that has only gotten stronger since he turned her” Marcus said with a smile. “I’m glad that Y/N found her mate in Alec as it means our family stays together and he is someone Demetri trusts with his daughter’s life and happiness.” Aro added smiling. “I don’t think Demetri would have accepted another so easily” Caius added, knowing that he wouldn’t have accepted an outsider as Y/N’s mate without first ensuring he and Demetri put them through some rigorous training, among other things. Marcus and Aro smiled knowingly at Caius “None of us would have easily accepted an outsider as our granddaughter’s mate” Aro said and his brother’s nodded.

“HA! BEAT YOU AGAIN!” Y/N called out loudly as she pinned Felix for the second time that week. “Well done Y/N” Demetri said with a proud smile on his face. “Thanks dad” Y/N smiled back at him. “Yes, well done. That was truly amazing to watch” Alec added before pulling her in for a kiss. “I love you Alec” “I love you too sweetheart.”

Alec smiled at his mate as she tackled her dad to the floor, catching him off guard “Gotcha.” A shocked gasp leaving Demetri’s lips before he reacted and rolled them over so she was pinned beneath him. “I win” He chuckled looking down at his daughter who sighed in defeat as he was the one vampire who she couldn’t seem to beat in a ‘fight’ during her training sessions.

‘I’m looking forward to spending forever with my Y/N’ Alec thought to himself, happy that he finally got his happy ending.

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Dumb bunny is so perfect for the object insertion prompt. Normally he’s never really in the house by himself, needing you or Pierre by his side at all times. But some unfortunate scheduling means you’re both out of the house, leaving bunny to fend for himself. And as usual, he’s ridiculously horny but his fingers just aren’t cutting it. He goes looking for your strap, teary eyed and frustrated, but gives in quickly bc he’s too worked up. He’s curled up on the bed, whining and desperate when his eyes land on it: your hairbrush. He doesn’t even have time to feel shame as he’s worked himself up so much, he just needs something inside him, anything. He doesn’t even hear when you and Pierre come through the front door, just crying out for ‘mommy’ and ‘pear’ all to himself. I’ll leave the rest to your lovely brain shels!

Alright so this ask killed me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this cause you’re so right.

Firstly, leaving bunny on his own at the house is a sin that should be avoided at all costs. Of course it often can’t be avoided but when possible, you never leave Charles alone. At races or at the factory is different it course, but when it’s just the three of you at home, then you really try to stay together.

But yeah it can’t be avoided sometimes.

And unfortunately, not having you or Pierre physically with him doesn’t mean that he isn’t still a horny little bunny.

He is. He absolutely is.

And that’s how he ends up with his fingers inside of himself, trying to get the right angle and crying because he needs someone to come fuck him!!

The thing is, he knows where the dildos are. He uses them all the time, and often he’ll use them when you and Pierre aren’t there.

But the problem is, sometimes a dildo just doesn’t cut is. It would work amazingly well if you were there with him, but if you were there then you’d also talk to him and kiss him and cuddle him. Just a dildo can’t do that.

Just a dildo sometimes feels so lonely when there’s no one with him, but he’s so frustrated and horny that he can’t stop moving his fingers in him but it’s not enough.

And that’s when he sees your hair brush.

The funny thing is, most of his dildos are thicker than your hairbrush handle. But it’s the fact that it’s yours that makes all the difference.

It feels so good inside him, the knowledge that using something of yours makes it so much better.

Of course he’s gonna cry out mommy and Pierre! He’s your bunny, even when you and Pierre aren’t there, he’s always your bunny.

That’s such a sight to walk into, you and Pierre and honestly don’t know what to do with yourselves. For a brief moment he thinks he might be in trouble, but then you and Pierre snap out of it and join him on the bed, telling him how good he looks.

Maybe Pierre fucks Charles with the hairbrush? You sit behind Charles, let him lean against your chest and whisper in his ear about what a good, needy little bunny he is while Pierre uses the brush to make him cum.

Then Charles cuddles up in bed and watched you and Pierre fuck.