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ethereal-night-fairy · 9 months ago

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Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Chapter 3

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader

So maybe you weren't the spy they thought you were..

That just meant they had to find others reasons to keep you...

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, manipulation, lying and gaslighting, drugging, humiliation, kidnapping, non-con touching, non-con looking, forced proximity, forced nudity, groping, manhandling, panty stealing, poly 141 taking care of reader, reader is bedridden for a while, she needs help with everything...and I mean everything, some religious themes, reader comes from a religious household, sorry if a missed any.

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-24/11/2023 11:00am

The cabin was pleasantly warm, the air carrying notes of burning cedar throughout the rooms. The fog had cleared up but no one was in the mood to leave the cabin. Even Soap decided to stay in, which was surprising. He’d be the first to take any chance to run in his wolf form. But since you left a little over an hour ago things didn't feel the same. The cabin felt colder, emptier, not as lively as before. Soap was gazing out the window from his place beside Simon who was on the laptop still going through your emails and social media trying to find information. They've both been mopey since your departure though Simon hid it pretty well. Price felt the same; he was much better at hiding it though. It was so odd how infatuated with you they had become. Yet the older two would never admit it…not yet anyways.

They received a call from Laswell in the early hours with an update. She hadn't found anything useful but she said she'd keep searching and call later. Price had caught Simon gazing at your sleeping form when he woke to take the call, though he had decided not to say anything to the brooding man. They all acted normal when you woke up, trying their best to get you to eat breakfast with them. But you were evasive and skittish, asking to leave as soon as possible. It seemed you had caught on that they drugged you. Your scared expression made Gaz and Soap heart ache since you didn't talk to them like you did yesterday. All they wanted to do was hold and cuddle you but it was too soon for that. Just as Gaz was about to make an excuse. Simon had chimed in and said that the hot chocolate was meant for him since he didn't like taking his pills straight. You looked surprised when he had spoken to you but accepted the lie without question.

You really needed some common sense knocked into you…or fucked into you...preferably fucked into you…they'll get to that eventually. You still refused to eat breakfast though and waited patiently for them to be done.

The rest of the plan went smoothly enough. You seemed upset when the truck had ‘broken’ down but didn't make a fuss about it. Rather you just asked for directions to find your way home alone. Even accepted their lie about having no reception on their phones without even checking them. That’s when the real plan kicked in and Gaz grabbed a map insisting on taking you back to the hiking trails himself as an ‘apology’.

Since then Gaz has been keeping Price updated through sneaky texts sent here and there. And Soap only just quieted down trying to convince the other two men to keep you. It’s not that Simon and Price didn't want to keep you because they definitely did. Imagining you in their shared countryside home was an absolute dream come true. Thinking about coming home to your loving arms after a long mission would fix their souls. But kidnapping you wasn't the answer, it wouldn't exactly make you trust them now would it? It was better to do it the proper way. Though they had to leave soon they could always come back and try to court you properly. If the infatuation with you stays, that is. Price was still convinced that this reaction they were all feeling was because they haven't been around anyone but themselves and Laswell for a really long time. You were a change of pace, something new, something exciting, something for the boys to sink their teeth into. For now they all waited patiently for Laswell's call. When the *ping* rings out throughout the living room, everyone's head snaps to the phone sitting on the coffee table. Soap lunges for the phone first but before he can text Gaz for pictures Price takes it from him.

Gaz: Arrived at the lake. She's upset and crying thinking we both got lost even with a map. It's kinda cute ngl. Any updates?

Price: Not yet. Should be soon. Keep her calm.

Gaz: 👍🏽

The phone rings not a second later which Price immediately picks up

Laswell: Nothing was found John. She's just a civvie from a religious family. Nothing to be worried about. It's a small town where she lives in doubt anyone would believe her if she said anything. There's a couple recent facebook posts from her parents shunning her. Claiming she ran away to join a city cult or something. And a bunch of older ones just insulting her for her choice in career. Apparently they wanted her to marry a youth pastor but she had rejected him and gone to college instead which upset them. They've been quiet since she began depositing majority of her paychecks into their accounts but a fight broke out recently when she told them she accepted a job offer in London. Her story checks out she wasn't lying. I do feel kinda bad for her though. It seemed like they had kicked her out. Poor girl probably has nowhere to go even when she makes it back into town.

Price thanks Laswell before hanging up. This…this changes everything…Soap and Ghost are on him instantly but he just holds his hand up as he texts Gaz a new plan of action.

Price: Bring her back by whatever means. We're keeping her… (message not sent)

Price tries several times to send the message but it doesn't work. A cold sweat runs down Price's forehead as he forces himself to stay calm for the sake of his lovers. As their captain in situations like these they were relying on him. Dread and panic sets into the other two as they scramble to their phones trying to call Gaz but it never connects. Immediately Price tells Ghost to track Gaz’s chipped necklace on the laptop after 10 minutes of calls not going through. Soap is pacing the room ready to bolt into the forest any second now as Ghost works frantically to get the screen to load up. Price waits patiently with his hands clenched. This was like that sedative incident all over again. The fear, the pain, the looming destruction of their pack, of his lovers was something he never wanted to face again. He had promised himself he wouldn't let it happen again. That he wouldn't allow them to be taken away from him. He was second away from calling Laswell screaming at her that her intel was wrong that they had got his boy. But the screen finally loads up. They stare at it shocked, not really comprehending what it was showing them. It showed Gaz's location right at the cabin but he couldn't get back in such a short time unless he was running in wolf form. They all ran to go check the treeline to see what was chasing him. There's no way that they think they'll go down without a fight.

They all burst out the cabin door, almost taking it off the hinges. Their body's heating, muscles bulging ready to tear their clothes right off them. But they stand there in shock as Gaz breaks through the treeline not fully in wolf form but not entirely human either. His eyes were glowing amber as heat radiated off his defined muscle. His clothes were ripped where his muscles bulged too much but he was cradling something close to his chest.

They ran, meeting him halfway as he shifted back slowly. He collapsed onto the grass as he called out for help. As they got closer they realised he was drenched and he was holding your unconscious body. You looked paler than before, the colour completely drained from your lips. Your clothes were soaked through and clinging to your body. Your jacket was missing too.

Price is on Gaz in an instant helping him get up as Ghost takes your unconscious form from him bolting inside as Soap goes to get Gaz a towel. Everything was frantic for the next few minutes. They didn't have time to ask questions, they just went off instinct as they moved around getting things ready for a warm bath.

Price brought Gaz to your room as Ghost began stripping you of your wet clothes. You weren't responsive and your body was very cold which concerned the men. They needed to get you warmed up as soon as possible.

“Soap get the bath ready!”, Ghost shouted over his shoulder as he tried his best not to ogle as he peeled your bagging clothes off your beautiful body. Ghost threw your wet clothes and panties to the side as he took your soft body into his arms, instructing Soap to go put them out to dry. Price begins stripping Gaz as they reach the bathroom. He seemed to be in need of a warm bath too. The poor lad looked shaken. He'll wait before asking questions. Once everything was in order Gaz settled into the tub waiting for Ghost to lower your body onto his. Ghost did so though a bit reluctantly. He didn't seem to want to let you go.

Before you lost consciousness all you felt was the prickle of cold water entering your lungs. You watched as the blue liquid engulfed your vision as you felt yourself sinking deeper into the depths of the lake. Your limbs had locked up the second you touched the water. The cold penetrating through your clothing, freezing your skin over. Your last breath comes out in strained bubbles as you try in a last ditch effort to call for help. Was this how you were going to die? Was this the end of everything? You hadn't even had your first kiss yet…you hadn't even begun to experience life. Sad thoughts run through your head as your vision began to blur.

Your eyes are forced awake by the feeling of your body being submerged in liquid fire. The smell of pine and mint wafts through the humid air making your head spin. You open your teary eyes to find yourself in a tub. You watch someone leave the bathroom as two strong arms wrapped around your naked body. They massage your waist, running fingers up your sternum between your breasts. You try moving your mouth but your muscles are tense and sore. You feel your head spin from the whiplash in temperatures you're experiencing. You watch as someone gently tilts your head back as they run their sudsy fingers through your hair alleviating some of the pain you're feeling. Price meets your eyes with a gentle smile as Gaz holds your body closer to his. You feel the hard muscles of his chest on your back, as well as his toned arms wrapping around you to keep you warm. You try moving your mouth again but your body feels like lead. You tried desperately to tell them not to touch you so casually. That you needed to go home but nothing came out of your mouth apart from gentle moans and whimpers. They just shush and coo at you as your eyes become heavy with fatigue again, not before catching the end of some conversation Soap was having.

“Put her in my clothes.. they'll fit her the best…no I don't know where her panties went…I swear I don't have the-…”

Then everything fades into black as you let the warm fingers massaging your head lull you to sleep.

-25/11/2023 03:00am

The cabin was dead quiet as you finally managed to peel your eyes awake from your exhaustion. You feel your head pounding. Everything felt fuzzy as if you were in a dream. The prickly pain from hunger was gnawing away at your stomach causing you to stir from your fever induced sleep. The only sounds you hear is of the wind blowing through the trees and of wolves howling. Wolves? There shouldn't be wolves in this forest. You don't think they're native to the area. It reminds you of the fever dream you had when Gaz had rescued you. He looked like a beast but that couldn't be true…right? You were probably hallucinating since too much lake water entered your system. Nothing felt real, nothing felt tangible. You weren't even sure you were alive anymore.

You don't know how long you've been asleep for. But your body felt like a dead weight. You feel like your limbs are tied down but you know they aren't. It's just extremely difficult to move with the burning fever raging through your body. You felt hot and sticky, wanting to get this thick duvet of your body to let the sweat dry.

It seems like your prayers are answered as you hear the front door open and some feet shuffling in. You'll have to ask the men for some help, it doesn't seem like you'd be able to move properly any time soon. Hopefully their truck was fixed so they could drop you back home tomorrow. You were supposed to be at work today, you didn't want to leave a bad impression before you left for London in two weeks time. Maybe this was all a dream and you'll wake up in your own bed after this nightmare ends.

You hear someone enter your room but it was too dark to see. You try saying something but your throat is bone dry and it just comes out in croaks. The person just shushes you as they peel the duvet gently off your body. You enjoy the cold air for a second. Letting it dry your clammy skin. What you don't enjoy is their hands starting to roam your body as they peel away the shirt you're wearing. You whine as you protest to the best of your ability but they don't stop. It's only when the light flicks on that your blurry vision clears after a second. Your eyes meet with Soap who's stripping you like he's done it before and has no problem seeing you naked. He smiles and coos at you while you try to get him to stop. When Ghost walks in with a basin and wash cloth his eyes are unreadable and then you understand why they're stripping you.

But you don't want them touching you, you're able to clean yourself you try to say but nothing comes out. Why did they feel so comfortable with touching you however they wanted? They weren't like this when you first met them. You were already upset by the fact they had put you in a tub with Gaz without your permission. They were taking their hospitality too far. You just wanted to go home. You hoped your parents weren't too mad at you. Maybe they've sent someone looking for you by now. The situation with these men was proving to be dangerous. You had a horrible feeling that they were stalling for time. They could have just dropped you into town if the truck was fixed, if not they could've called emergency services somehow. But wasn't like you have the energy to argue with them.

You can't do much as you're stripped bare. Tears cloud your vision as you beg them to stop in your hoarse voice but it comes out intelligible. You watch as they coo at you carefully wiping your tears and sweat away. Soap is sitting beside your head whispering reassuring words as you cry from the humiliation of watching Ghost run the warm wet cloth over your underarms, body and mound. Making sure to pay extra attention to your folds as he cleans in between them. You squirm as you cry louder making your already hoarse voice worse.

“Come on hen.. thare’s nae need to cry like that..we just want tae help ye.” Soap wipes your tears away as he nuzzles into your neck while Ghost dries you. You watch as Ghost takes off the hoodie he's wearing to put on your naked body. The smell of his aftershave hits you instantly as he gathers you in his arms while carrying you towards the bathroom. You stop crying seeing no point in tiring yourself out but the sniffles are hard to control. Why were they doing this to you? He places you on the toilet, making sure to gather the hoodie above your waist so you don't end up soiling it. This is by far the most humiliating situation you've ever been in your life. You bend over trying to hide you private parts from their view. Yes you needed to pee but they could at least leave you so you could do your business. They didn't seem to take the hint even with you glaring at them.

But Soap took your slumping figure as indication of your fatigue and decided he'll help you sit straight while you do you business. You claw at his arms with your full strength not that you had much but you definitely left marks as you hear him hiss. He didn't seem angry though and Ghost just watched intensely as you tried to hold in your pee.

“It ok hen..just do your business we'll clean ye after…nae need tae worry…”

“You need to hurry love…the food will get cold if you keep refusing to pee…I know you don't like it here…we'll take you home once you're feeling better…”, Tears slip past your waterline again as you do as your told not being able to hold your bladder any longer. Your cheeks heat from mortification rather than your fever, as the two men encourage you while Ghost goes to grab some tissue and water to wipe you clean. God please let this be a dream…a very very bad dream.

-25/11/2023 08:00pm

When you awake this time it's to throw up again. It's dark still you don't if you've be asleep for a couple minutes or for many hours. It seems like you can't catch the sun anymore. You didn't like the dark. It made everything feel oppressive and sinister. You don't know what's wrong but any food smell causes your stomach to churn. And the second the smell of meat came through your door you were fighting to keep the bile at bay. You get up on shaky legs to go to the bathroom to throw up. Your stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. When was the last time you ate? There’s only a chalky residue left on your tongue probably from the medication they gave you. But when did they give it to you? You can't remember anything. Your memories and nightmares were starting to blur together making everything feel like a drug induced hallucination.

Your muscles were sore and you weren't able to stay steady on your feet without the help from the wall as you walked along. You look down to find your clothes have changed again. Maybe you've just been hallucinating the bad encounters you've been having.

There's no way they would watch you pee or force you to take a bath with them right? Or constantly strip you to wipe away sweat right? You think you might have thrown up in your crying fits but you can't remember much. Yeah it was probably just an awful dream. There's no way they would have dealt with your tantrums and or cleaned up the mess you made. Men aren't like that. Your father certainly isn't. He never took care of your mother when she was sick. It was always you or your siblings. They probably just changed you and left you to rest with some painkillers. Even doing that was more than what most men would do so you should be thankful they were looking after you. But you wished they'd just get you home somehow. It must be some strong painkillers you can't seem to remember anything in too much detail. Like everything was blurring into one colour. You needed to cleanse your system before you pass out again.

You just about make it to the toilet bowl as your insides decide they don't want to stay inside anymore. Your stomach muscles strain and tense as your body tries to dispel the drugs you've been fed recently. The bitter taste of bile and something else was sour on your tongue. You don't even have a proper recollection of what happened in the last two days…

You feel a warm hand brush your hair out of your face as you continue to throw up. An odd feeling filled your chest… you were never taken care off like this before..It caused something warm to stir in your heart. Your head was still fuzzy so you didn't register someone holding water to your lips when you're done. It's like you're on autopilot. One second you're rinsing your mouth the next you're in bed with Gaz who's cradling your head to his chest. He coos and shushing you as he feeds you little pieces of bread with butter…At least it wasn't meat…your sure you'd throw up again if it was…

Your hazy vision catches sight of your clothing again. When did they change you? Were you hallucinating again? You silently eat your bread, not having the energy to argue anymore. Some sustenance was nice after everything that happened. It’s when the glass of water touches your lips you're met with a familiar chalky taste that makes you realise maybe you aren't hallucinating after all. But you don't get much time to dwell on it before sleep takes you.

-26/11/2023 12:00pm

For the first time in what feels like forever you see sunlight streaming through the curtains in the room. Your head felt too heavy and too light at the same time. Like you're fighting to keep your head up right but also felt like it was about to float away. Your head loses its battle as you stop trying to sit up. It was too much effort to try to move anymore and you needed to pee again…great…

You hear hushed sounds coming from outside the door just as you're about to call out for help. You try to make out words but your head's disoriented and your bladder is demanding your attention.

“There wa…search party se-…-ey found her jacket…unwanted attention….we need tae lea-…” you don't understand what they're saying but you try listening again but it's just a jumble of accents.

“...…the news rep-.... proclaimed drown-....no body fou-...-ght she's a spy…”, Spy? They thought you were a spy? Why would they think that?

“...we're taking her with us…”, your mind jolts when you hear those words. ‘We're taking her with us’…They were never going to let you go were they? Fear seeps into every fiber of your being. The fact you were drugged and unable to move was even worse. What were they going to do with you? Murder you? Torture you? Sell you off?

A sob leaves your mouth before you can stop it and the hushed voices come to abrupt stop. You hold your breath trying to keep yourself from crying, not wanting them to become suspicious of you. Soap is the first to walk in his eyes scanning the room before his eyes land on your weakened state. His eyes soften ever so slightly but he seemed on edge.

“What's wrong pretty girl…what do ye need?”, your mind races to come up with an excuse so it doesn't seem like you were crying because you heard them.

“B-bathroom”, you whisper through your tears. That seems to release the tension in his shoulders as he come to pick you up to take you to the toilet. When you pass the other men they give you gentle smiles as Soap helps you with your business. They make themselves scarce giving you some privacy. You didn't trust their gentle smiles. You knew what you heard, you weren't going to gaslight yourself into thinking these men had your best interest at heart. You needed to leave!

You watch as Soap cleans you, his arms were covered in claw marks more than likely your doing. He had a tendency to get too handy when ‘helping’. He seemed to be learning though since he cleans you quickly this time around. You still weren't happy about all the touching and cuddling you feel at night though. But at least you're knocked out for the majority of it. You didn't know how you were going to escape, you barely had any energy to support yourself. Just standing for a few minutes took all your energy out of you. Soap carries you back gently. You needed to get food in you if you planned on running away. It was best if you acted like nothing had changed. Like you were expecting them to drop you off home soon. Just until you figure out how you'd escape their clutches that is. You catch Soap arms just as he's about to leave after tucking you in.

“Food?”

“Awe bunny are ye hungry?”, you just give him a nod with pouty lips, hoping to gather some sympathy from him.

“Lunch isn't ready yet. Ah’ll get ye something tae munch on ok?” You give him a gentle smile as he leaves. You'll have to use your charm to get him to take you out for some fresh air tomorrow. It's the only chance at escape you'll get. God why did it have to be you? All you ever wanted was to work in the city. Was that so bad? Maybe if you were a better daughter things wouldn't have ended this way. Maybe if you didn't run out on your parents you wouldn't have gotten lost in the forest. Maybe if you had married that pastor you wouldn't be in this situation. But now wasn't the time to think God had forsaken you…You needed all the help you could get.

-29/11/2023 09:00am

“Bunny please eat something…you haven't touched your food since we brought you home…”, You weren't going to either, you were tired of getting drugged. God knows what they do to you when you're passed out.

“Luv come now…he even made your favourite breakfast…everything we do is because we care for you..”, Price chimes on his way to install bolted locks to some of the doors.

“I understand yer mad hen but we just wanna take care of ye…ye'll get used tae living here.. promise”, you give Soap a particularly nasty look as he follows Price to do some renovations. They were in a hurry since they had to leave soon.

You glare at Gaz like he's the source of all your misfortune. Like he's the reason everything has gone wrong in your life. You can't believe you ever found this man sweet or charming. You're tucked into the furthest corner of the sofa you could find with a cushion clutched to your chest for protection. It was one of those nice expensive ones too. God you hated these deranged rich bastards. Everything in this home felt like it was high quality. You wanted to kick yourself because all you could think about was all the nice pictures you could take…if you had your camera that is. It was the first nice camera you bought. You had worked so hard to save up for only for it to be drowned like your hopes and dreams.

You didn't like the fact the place was so warm and homey. For some deranged kidnappers you were expecting someplace easier to hate, somewhere that didn't have so much love and character put into the design aspect of the home.

When you had first woken up you found yourself in a very large bed surrounded by them in what you later found out to be Price's room. You hadn't realised they were in that kind of relationship. You didn't understand what they wanted from you. They reassured you they knew you weren't a spy and that they definitely weren't going murder or hurt you for information. Why did they take you then?

They all had large rooms with large beds to accommodate them all. All uniquely decorated to fit everyone's vastly different aesthetic. They tried convincing you to sleep in one of their beds last night but you insisted on the sofa. You all slept in the living room last night with some on the sofas and others on a large mattress on the floor. You can't believe they bothered to carry that huge thing just so they could sleep near you. You'd find it endearing if you weren't literally trying to escape your kidnappers.

They tried claiming the guest room needed to be renovated. That they'd make a comfortable space here for you. That they'd decorate however you like once they get back home from their new mission. Had they gone insane? What made them think you were upset about a damn room rather than the fact they had KIDNAPPED you. What made them think you'd be ok being kept against your will?

You had tried asking if it was because you found out their secret. You begged and promised that you wouldn't tell a living soul but they just chuckled saying they fell in love with you and just wanted to take care of you. They really were insane…You're stuck with a bunch of lunatics. You wished you had realised that sooner. Maybe you'd be safe at home by now or possibly packing for your move to London. God why you…

You wish they would just leave so you could try to escape or call for help. It wasn't going to be easy. The house was like a fortress. Heavily equipped with cameras and an advanced locking system. But you just needed to bide your time. You weren't going let someone else dictate your life anymore. You worked too hard to get here. You were sick of being a pushover. You're sure your parents would have declared you a missing person by now. Yeah everything will work out, you'll be home in no time. You'll figure out a way to get home. You continue to ignore Gaz as you watch the men with keen eyes while they carry tools and such to ‘your’ room. They must think you're an idiot if they believe they'll get the chance to lock you in that room without a fight…

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sunflowerhae · 1 month ago

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Ch. 23 The Big One™️

Do you answer the door, do you not answer the door? Do you answer the door, do you not answer the door?

To be honest, you were too scared to even go NEAR the door, what with the person on the other side pounding on it at 9 in the morning. You had just gotten back from Jaehyun’s house and looked like a hot mess. What if it was Giselle on the other side, ready to ream you a new one for ditching her last night at a party SHE invited you to (god you really needed to apologize properly)? What if it was Jaehyun ready to demand where you ran off to - as if he even has your new address?

You felt sick. All morning you’ve felt sick, right from the moment you woke up in an unknown bed, with a stranger laying next to you. Sure, you dated Jaehyun only three years ago, but three years is enough time to turn even our closest friends into strangers. The minute you woke up and saw the sleeping boy who you once found beautiful, you couldn’t stop the silent tears from rolling down your face. God, what would haechan think of you? Sure, he didn’t know about jaehyun quite yet, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t be disappointed - it couldn’t mean you can’t feel bad. And boy, do you feel bad. Even if haechan doesn’t see you like you see him, you cant help but feel like you cheated on him. Maybe it’s delusion, but you don’t care - you inadvertently hurt him but hurting yourself.

You were thankful you could just sweep this all under the rug, right after you give your friends SOME form of explanation for ditching Giselle last night, and it didn’t hurt to put on a brave front for them and pretend you were proud of yourself - just for your own dignity. You won’t see jaehyun again, but at the very least you can make it seem like you used him and left him just like he did you - would they be proud of you then? Definitely not after you realize you sent it not just to your friends, but to HAECHAN and his friends too.

Lord kill you know.

Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe by showing haechan that you can also like someone else, it will help you get this silly fantasy out of your head that Haechan actually likes you. Maybe he’ll say “oh! Y/n this is GREAT - we can go on double dates together” and that will heal you of the disease called love you currently have. Probably won’t - but maybe?

Well, regardless of that, you have to face the music. That’s why, with a deep breath, you pull the front door open - not bothering to check who’s on the other side. It’s not Giselle staring back at your in anger, or even Jaehyun in confusion - but it’s the boy you were just thinking about, staring at you in disgust. The both of you just stand there for a moment, taking it all in. You actually haven’t seen Haechan in a week - the last time being you briefly passed each other in the hallway and stopped for the casual “how are you” “fine and yourself” before going on your separate ways; pretending like you never knew each other as more than neighbors; pretending like he doesn’t occupy your thoughts 24 hours of the day.

The moment is over, you realize, when Haechan shoves past you and turns around to stare at you from his place in your living room. He looks like he’s ready for battle - a determined look on his face and his feet stood rigid like poles. You slowly trail after him, breaking from the path to branch off into the kitchen - still in his line of sight but not quite near him. Haechan scoffs at the irony.

Close but so far. Just like she has been from the moment I learned who she was.

“Would you like some water?” You ask, not looking at him but instead with your back turned towards the cupboard.

“No, that’s not why I’m here,” you stop with your hand midair - the tone of his voice shocking you. Haechan has never yelled at you, never raised his voice in anger, never even had a sharp undertone that couldn’t be passed as humor. Haechan has never given any sign that he was even capable of getting to that level of anger, at least not with you. But as you hear the shake in his voice - the unmistakable presence of fury - you understand that there’s another thing to haechan that was omitted from you. “Im here because you need to explain to me what I saw.”

You turn to him slowly, and send an almost humorous look that shoots shockwaves down Haechan’s body. He could never in his right mind deny your beauty, or deny his love for you. No matter how angry that look made him, because it meant that you weren’t taking this as seriously as he meant it to be taken, he cannot deny his feelings.

“Haechan, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about those pictures, y/n. What the fuck was that?”

“Oh, those little things? I don’t know what you’re asking me haechan but I’m sorry I sent them in that group chat, I meant it to be a private thing” you shrugged, going back to getting two glasses of water, once again turning back to the counter.

Even though you couldn’t see him, Haechan shook his head in disbelief, not seeing how you could be so nonchalant about all this. “I don’t care about the group chat, y/n. Why were you in some guys bed?”

You laughed at this, “well haechan, when a boy and a girl like each other very much-“

“Y/n! Stop acting stupid- I’m serious!” He looked at you, seemingly exasperated by your behavior. You raised your eyebrows at the boy, coming up to him now with two glasses of water. You tried handing him one but he just softly pushed your hand away, shaking his head while turning away with a sigh. You rolled your eyes as you set both cups down on the coffee table, choosing to match Haechan’s energy somewhat by standing along with him. You don’t know why, but you get the feeling you should prepare for a fight - maybe because Haechan is acting like you both are about to fight right now.

“Haechan, I’m confused right now. Why does this make you so angry?” It’s Haechan’s turn to act like you’re the crazy one, what with his eye roll and quick snap of his head to your face - like you just asked if the Earth was round.

“Because Y/n I’m worried about you! What the hell is going on with you these past couple weeks? You’ve been running around to parties and sleeping with strangers and you haven’t been talking to ME at all! Is this a cry for help?” Now it was your turn to be mad. Who exactly does this kid think he is?

“Yknow what haechan - I will not have you come into MY home and treat me like this. SIT DOWN,” You point to the couch, angry that you have to treat a grown man like a dog. The “man” in question huffs, but still does as told and plops down on the seat behind him, still as antsy as ever with his leg bouncing as he waits for you to continue, “I’m going to be straight with you haechan, my LIFE is going to parties and running around. I’m not a student or an office worker, I am an entertainer professionally. My friends - par Jaemin - are professional entertainers. We don’t just sit at home all day - occasionally we GO TO PARTIES and NETWORK with other entertainers. As for the STRANGER, one it wasn’t a stranger at all, but in fact someone I’ve known for YEARS and have a history with. Two, if you MUST KNOW as my friend it won’t be happening again, but if it does or doesn’t really isn’t any of YOUR business. And lastly, let me tell you - there’s a reason we aren’t talking right now, haechan. Because I never know WHO I’m going to get! Will it be the Haechan who plays games and loves to go get food at 3 am and stay up watching all the twilight movies in order, or is it donghyuck who keeps secrets and doesn’t tell his friends he has a crush on a girl. I get that you want to know about my life, but you can’t get mad at me for not talking to you when it’s not like YOU talk to ME. I haven’t received texts that you want to hang out or anything from you! Meanwhile you SEE I’m busy working and yes haechan I know I should have been more communicative to a friend but can you blame me when lately I feel like I barely even know you? You have no right to storm in here like this and demand I tell you anything when you’re the secretive one in this friendship!” You release a big sigh, finishing your rant and staring at the boy who looks back in shock.

You’re right. Haechan knows you’re right, on all fronts. It’s everything he has told himself and what everyone has been telling him these past couple weeks. He feels nothing but shame as he looks at the ground. God, he’s really fucked up. He took a beautiful opportunity and turned it into nothing but a lie. He knows this is going to hurt, but he can’t keep lying. There’s just one thing he doesn’t understand before he owns up to everything.

“What girl?” Haechan looks at you in confusion as you finish taking a drink from your glass. You look back in equal bewilderment, and annoyance. Is that really ALL he got from that?

“What do you mean what girl, Haechan?”

“You said not telling you about a crush on some girl - what girl.”

“Huh? The girl you said you had a crush on that went to your school? The one Ningning told me about - haechan are you feeling okay?” You look at Haechan, and watch as the realization turns in his head, and his eyes go wide like saucers. Before you can understand what’s going on, Haechan springs from his seat and starts pacing around your living room, “Haechan, you’re scaring me.” You mumble out as you stand as well, following the boy with your eyes.

Suddenly he stops in the middle of the room, back where he began, and he turns to you - only for you to see the fear in his eyes. Before you can even comment on it, Haechan is bursting, “y/n, I lied.”

Your head tilts in confusion, Haechan taking this as an opportunity to keep going, “there was no girl - never any girl. Ningning panicked when she was talking with you because the girl she was talking about was…you. I like you, a lot. And I thought you didn’t like me back and it would be easier to lie about it so you could forget and then years and years down the road I would confess over a cup of coffee and you would laugh because the damage was done and forgotten. But, regardless of that I lied and I’m so sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

Your head was reeling. If you didn’t have a headache before, you definitely have one now. First, haechan is mad, now he’s apologizing for lying - and he likes you. Haechan likes you. Now you feel especially shitty about those pictures.

You plop back into your seat with a sigh, your eyes focused on the floor as you process this. Haechan, thankfully, stays quiet - letting you have your moment. After what feels like forever, you look back up at Haechan in determination, “I forgive you. And I like you too”.

Haechan starts laughing maniacally almost immediately, like someone said the funniest joke he’s ever heard. This goes on for 20 solid seconds before his laughter fizzles out as he realizes you’re not laughing with him. Then, his eyes get even wider than possible and he softly asks, “wait, really? But what about Jae-I mean..that guy?”

You shrug with an apologetic sigh, “it was a drunken mistake, haechan. I felt so bad for it after and yeah I was playing it up in the group chat but honestly, I felt like an idiot. I like you so much and I was just so petty about us not really talking and the whole name situation that I acted before thinking. I’m so sorry, do you forgive me?” You hold your breath, hoping he’ll get the memo that you’re completely serious.

Thankfully he does, as he immediately attacks you in a hug that has the both of you almost falling over in the chair. You laugh into his neck, and you both stay like that for a moment before he’s pulling himself back and looking at you in awe, “of course I do - oh thank GOD! Fuck, y/n you have no idea how happy I am! God I KNEW jaehyun wasn’t right for you and I’m so glad you decided not to get back with him!” Haechan’s laughing, the smile on his face is blinding.

And just like that, your world comes crashing down and the sickness returns. Your breath catches in your throat as you slowly push Haechan off you in..fear. Haechan is confused, and rightfully so you guess, but you can’t calm yourself down as you stand up from your chair and back away from him.

You’ve always prided yourself on your memory. Ever since you were a little girl, you could solve memory games faster than anyone in your grade, you’ve always been able to remember obscure details about someone that they said in passing - and you’ve ALWAYS been able to recall what you’ve said to people.

And you know for a FACT you never told Haechan Jaehyuns name. There’s only one place you’ve ever publicly mentioned him - and that place is your twitch. You typically save your twitch videos and upload them to YouTube, but you’ve already looked through every single one and deleted any mentions of jaehyun from any form of your media. You did that probably a year ago, to officially say goodbye to him. You know there’s no videos of the two of you online - you’ve SCOURED the internet. And most of all, you know for a fact that there’s no fanmade videos that mention the both of you - Jaehyuns company made sure of that before he debuted. So that means….

“Haechan - how do you know who Jaehyun is?” Haechan’s face goes pale as he realizes his slip up. You both look at each other in silence for a good minute, waiting to see who will move first. Haechan knows there’s no point in gaslighting you. If you could remember to be scared just at the mention of Jaehyuns name from Haechan’s mouth, he’s already been caught.

“Y/n…” he finally gets out, and you know what that means.

Almost like a whisper - because you’re too weak and ill to get anything else out - your voice cracks as you ask, “how long”. Haechan goes to speak, but you know he’ll try and bullshit you, so you repeat yourself louder this time, “HOW LONG HAECHAN”.

He sighs, giving up. This is what he wanted, after all. This is what he chose when he decided to lie to you, “two years-“ you gasp and turn away from the boy in disgust, “renjun introduced you to me”.

You were played for the fool. How many times did you tell your friends that haechan just…gets you. How many times did you ask yourself how it’s possible for someone to know things about you before you even say it - for someone to be so in-tune with your needs like…he studied them. “Oh my god,” you groan out, feeling like you’re going to throw up. You see out of your peripheral vision that haechan tries to shuffle closer to you, possibly trying to comfort you as you lean on your counter for support. You immediately stand up straight and back away from the stranger in your living room.

“Are you a stalker?” You yell.

“No, god - y/n! You moved in here AFTER me,” He yells back, “please I understand why you’re upset but you have to know it’s not like that!” He pleads, but it goes in one ear and out the other. You look anywhere else but at haechan, feeling panicked.

“How much did you like me…how much of a fan were you..” you ask now, secretly knowing you won’t like the answer.

“I don’t think I should say-” The boy is red, redder than before. He knows he’s close to crying but he’s holding on as much as he can - as much as anyone can while his world tumbles down.

“-TELL ME DONGHYUCK, HOW MUCH!” You interrupt, practically begging. Haechan flinches at the use of his full name, and sighs, feeling the first couple tears drop.

“I…I had a picture of you in my room.”

And there it was.

You gasp, shocked. The room is rigid - even your cats have scattered at the ice cold feeling surrounding the two of you. Your chin wobbles as you stare at the pathetic version of the boy you loved, standing in front of you now. No amount of forgivesness can heal this, you think. Haechan, desperate now, tries one last time to step closer; to invade your bubble and life more than he already has. You’re not letting him get a fast one on you though, because what you need right now is for him to leave.

You take a step back in fear, anger, and shock. You point to the front door, and as confidently as you can muster, you tell the man, “get out, now.” Haechan looks at you, not in shock, not in sadness or guilt, but..in acceptance. Like he knows there’s nothing else he can do or say; he knows he fucked up.

He walks to the door normally, although he doesn’t try to hide the tears anymore. He sees that you, too, have started crying - which angers him even more. As he makes it to the door, he turns back to you one last time and says, “I understand I fucked up. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. Just..please, if you find that you need answers - you know where I am.” And he doesn’t wait for your reply, instead just walking out the door, and you don’t wait to see him off before slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

Your reply never would have come.

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notafunkiller · 1 year ago

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somebody to lean on

Summary: Bucky gets a surprising phone call and finds out you’re in the hospital.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), angst, teasing, language, pet names, boobs play, no mention of y/n.

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This is dedicated to @es1dit and @marvelouslizzie!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission! I really hope you’ll enjoy it, I can’t wait to read what you think.

He can understand, right? He doesn’t even look that angry.

You sigh, trying to fix you T-shirt and hair before approaching them. You expected Steven to wait for you since he’s the one who drove you here, but Bucky? He was working for the whole day. Did someone from set call him? Do they somehow have his number?

You shyly step forward, and Bucky turns his head. It’s like he’s a different person. He looks so sweaty and tired and you don’t know if the filming was hard or it’s because he had to come here.

“Hi.” You welcome him and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’m all good now.” You try to take your bag from Bucky’s hands but it’s not possible, his grip is so tight. You look at Steven. “I’m all good, we can go back.”

“Look-”

“You’re not going back. Not today.” Bucky pauses after every word as if he’s trying to keep his composure.

“But I’m fine,” you tell him, trying to find his eyes. “I promise. I don’t want to delay anything.”

“It’s okay, they started to film with your double so no delay,” Steven gives you a sweet smile. “But you should take today off at least.”

“But-”

“Let’s go home,” Bucky answers without hesitating, and you don’t get to even say goodbye to Steven properly as Bucky simply leads you toward the exist.

“James...” He is so quiet that it makes you feel weird. “I’m sorry they called and interrupted you. I had no idea they will... they insisted to have this checkup, but the set doctor said-” you stop when he opens the door for you without saying anything. Was he even listening?

You get in and take your bag when he hands it to you as quickly as possible.

The last thing you want is to be a burden for him. You don’t want him to see you as a kid. And you don’t him to get called every time you do something. He’s not your parent.

As soon as he’s in the driver seat you try to reach for his hand. “I apologize a hundred times; I really didn’t want to disturb you. I know you are busy...”

Bucky lets out a puff and finally looks at you. “Is that it? You’re sorry for disturbing me as if you’re my employee?”

“I don’t know what to say.” You’re on the verge of crying now, and Bucky can see it.

“You got hurt.”

“I am fine...”

And you really are, you’re not lying.

Bucky sighs. “Just... let’s just talk home.”

His home that became yours too or is he going to drop you off to your apartment?

You cover your face, trying not to cry.

Bucky’s opening your door before you get to finish taking off your seatbelt. You let him take your bag and help you get out with a sigh.

“Thought you’re gonna drive me home.”

He looks at you with raised eyebrows. “We’re home, aren’t we?”

“I mean my apartment.”

“Is that your home?” You can sense the hurt in his tone even though he tries to hide it. He still cares at least…

“No, bubba, you are my home.”

His eyes seem slightly warmer as he takes off your coat and your shoes despite your protests, and then his.

“Are you gonna talk to me now?” You ask softly.

“You lied to me.” He isn’t accusing you, he simply states it. “And you hid. And you put yourself in danger.”

“James-”

“Let me finish, okay?” He’s looking at you without trying to pretend he isn’t about to cry. You fucked up... “You put yourself in danger, and I had no idea what you were even doing! I had no idea you even trained, I had no idea you had to be checked by the set doctor, then you went to a hospital.”

You bite your lip ashamed, but you don’t open your mouth. He asked you to listen to him.

“I went crazy when your sister called me all panicked, accusing me of not telling her you’re hurt!” He’s pacing around the living room as he speaks. “Natasha told her. Natasha knew... yet she didn’t call me. You know why?” He isn’t actually waiting for your answer. “Because she thought my girlfriend would call me first.”

“Jamie-”

“You didn’t call me.” He stops walking and kneels in front of you. “You didn’t trust me, did you? You don’t trust me. At least not enough to share this with me.”

“No, don’t say that, I trust you.” You reach to touch his face and when he doesn’t pull back. you cry happily that he didn’t reject you. “I trust you and I love you.”

“Then why did you not tell me, huh? You were in the hospital and I... I thought I’ll die. Right there on set. You have no idea what type of thoughts had been in my head. I thought I will never see you, and I didn’t get to say...” He closes his eyes. “Do you understand how fucking terrifying that is?”

You’re fully crying by now, imagining what he’s saying, picturing yourself in his place. You’d die, too. Right on spot.

“I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking like this. I wanted to prove that I can do this.” You take a deep breath. “That I can do a fucking fight scene. It’s just work. You’re so busy and... important, and you don’t have to deal with my silly work things. I don’t want to be your burden even though you didn’t make me feel like this. I didn’t mean to lie or worry you. I am dumb for not realizing how this is for you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to push my limits. And I just slipped today. It’s not a big deal, I swear.” You keep stroking his cheek as you move your T-shirt up and your pants a little down with the other hand to show him your scratches and bruise. “It’s not that bad, see?”

He chokes, bringing his flesh fingers to your bruise before caressing your skin. You close your eyes enjoying his touch.

“You don’t have to prove any fucking thing, do you hear me? You’re incredible. You’re so smart and intuitive, and I am never fucking busy for you!” He sighs. “If that’s how I make you feel, you should leave me, okay?”

You open your eyes, panicked. “What? Are you breaking up with me?”

“You don’t deserve to live like this. You are not just enough, you are everything.”

“James!” You start sobbing, bringing your lips to his face, then down to his shoulder as you hug him. He’s absolutely the most wonderful person in the whole world, and he didn’t deserve this. “Don’t say that. Ever. Don’t ask me to leave you ever again!”

“You’re hurt.” He repeats.

“I’m sorry I hid it from you. It’s not something you did, it’s never about something you did, you’re perfect.”

Bucky snorts. “Lies.”

“Except for when you leave the lights on in the bathroom.”

This makes him laugh, and you laugh too, happy that he’s in a better mood. You do hate telling him to turn off the light every day, but that’s not the point.

“Please, don’t lie to me... don’t hide. This is unbearable.”

You lean back, letting him go. “I promise. I didn’t want to hurt or worry you. Or interrupt you.”

“Bubba, it’s work. It comes on second place. Always! I want... need you to call me. We are a team, not strangers.”

“I am sorry,” you whimper, emotional after hearing him. He’s absolutely right, you’re a team. He always got your back, and you got his.

“It’s alright as long as you understand what I mean. We can try to work on it together.”

You melt, looking at him, still not believing how beautiful he is. How smart he is. How he cares more about you than his job.

“You’re all mine,” you say without thinking.

“What?”

“You’re all mine and you care about me more than directing.”

“Did you really question that?” He asks surprised.

“I mean... you’ve been directing before you met me. That’s your priority because that’s your passion.”

“You are my passion and my family. You are my priority,” he says it so fiercely and firmly that the need to kiss him overwhelms you.

“God, you’re so hot!”

He smiles. That smile you love so much…

“How are you doing this? I cannot stay upset with you even for a minute.”

“I’m your family,” you proudly repeat and teasingly peck him.

“You are. You are my reckless baby.” He tries to kiss you this time, but you turn your head. “What was that?”

You giggle, and when he tries again, you give him your cheek. You know this is gonna drive him crazy a little bit, and that’s exactly what you want.

“This is not nice!”

“But you know what is?” You smirk. “You coming all over my boobs.”

His eyes immediately fall on them, and you make sure to push him further by getting your hands under your shirt, unhooking your bra and taking it off awkwardly but quickly before bringing your tits together and presenting them to him. “They’re all yours if you want.”

Your hard nipples are visible through the thin material of the shirt, and you see him fully distracted.

“Come on, daddy!”

“The buttons look quite sturdy.” It’s all he says before they’re flying across the living room; your shirt ripped and pulled until it reaches the floor. He looks drunk as he stares at your chest, and when he leans in, you grab your left boob and feed it to him before he can do it himself. You let out a long moan at the same time he does.

He places his head on your other boob, tickling you a little as he sucks on your nipple with desperation.

“God, sooo good!”

His hand on the side of you tit gives him more control, and you moan every time he squeezes and licks your skin.

“Daddy, please...” you didn’t know what you’re asking him to do. But you feel so sensitive and wet, and his tongue is incredible.

But he knows. He knows! He lets go of your nipple with a pop and turns to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, while, at the same time, he wraps his hand around your hair and pulls.

He tightens his grip, then loosens it. He’s playing with both: your nipple and your hair, and you’re almost floating.

“Pull h-harder!”

He doesn’t edge you, thankfully, even though you expected him to, and pulls your hair just the way you like it and brushes your nipple with his teeth at the same time before sucking it with force. And you come before you can warn him.

Your head falls back more and you instinctively wrap your hand around his hair, trying to keep his mouth there. As if he wanted to move…

“Thank you, I really needed that.”

Bucky understands he has to let go and he kisses your boobs one last time before you pull him up by the shirt until you can kiss him.

“I didn’t know you can come like this.” He looks like an excited kid. You had no idea, either. You never came while playing with your nipples only.

“I didn’t know, either, old man.”

Bucky groans. “Old man again?”

“My old man.”

He kisses your neck this time, careful not to leave hickeys. He did it once right before a filming day and you were so embarrassed when they had to put extra make up on, but it still didn’t get covered, so they gave you a polo T-shirt.

“You know I am gonna try this again, right?”

“Sucking my nipples?”

“And making you come.”

You smile, touching his bottom lip with your thumb. “Beginner’s luck.” You tease and he instantly gasps.

“You did not say that to your old man!”

He intends to tickle you, you can sense it right away, but he stops himself as soon as he notices your bruise on the hip. His face falls. Shit...

“Hey, it’s okay!”

“No, it’s not.” He leans in to kiss all over it so softly you barely can feel it.

“God, I love you. I cannot believe how soft you are right now after you pulled the shit out of my hair!”

Bucky’s eyes lighten as he looks at you. “You act as if you don’t want it rough. Do I have to remind you how you begged me to fuck your throat?”

You groan, feeling how your cheeks get hot as you remember the night he probably refers to You really did. You were so turned on by his look that you were ready to jump on him right there at the table. “You don’t remind a lady of things she does when she’s weak. It’s rude!”

“Weak?” Bucky laughs. “Then you are weak almost every day.”

“I love you and I am sorry.” You let your lips linger on the dimple of his chin that you adore.

“I love you, too.”

You look around. “You ripped my good shirt!”

“Not again,” Bucky snorts. “Why do you act as if it doesn’t make you horny, huh?”

“You cannot be serious. Of course not!” You’re lying through your teeth and he knows it.

“For this lie, I’ll tie up your hands nicely next time.”

“James!” You gasp. You wouldn’t be able to touch him. “You cannot do this to me!”

Bucky’s metal thumb touches your bottom lip.

“Keep going and I’ll blindfold you too. Then edge you, then-”

“I get it!” You interrupt him, aware of where this is going.

“Do you? Cause you’re quite a brat.”

“You love that I’m a brat, don’t lie.”

Bucky’s smile is so cute that it makes you smile, too. “I do. I really do, now let’s take a shower.

“What?”

“What what?” He asks you as he stands up.

“Aren’t you going back to work?”

“Nope.” He’s so casual as he says it, and you can’t believe it.

“Bucky...”

“It’s James, and I’ve already told them. Nick will take care of it, don’t worry. You’re my priority, I’ll keep reminding you until you stop forgetting.”

You feel yourself melting again.

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killakalx · 7 months ago

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IM SO SORRY BUT I REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED TO SAY THIS

Wally is a bigger munch than Roy and Dick, maybe Jason can compete with him tho. I will not take any objections😔✋

what are you apologizing for?? you just gave me a reason to yap and i love you for that

i’d object but i don’t even have the proper argument… i think wally’s whipped in the silliest way possible, he’s so goofy with it. hence why i feel like he’d fumble you a few times before you let him secure the deal. and he’s much louder about how butthurt he gets if you start laughing at dick’s jokes. cuz why is his bsf makin his girl laugh 😞 n e way he loves eating pussy but not as much as the actual fucking i fear. he’d rather exhaust you with his cock over his mouth. but i always have to disclose that i’m not in love with wally the way i am with dick and jason so im not confident with this take. i just like talking

roy’s pathetic with it, bc he’s a very pathetic man when he’s head over heels but he tries to act like he isn’t. his facade is useless once you two are official though. first time y’all fuck he’s fucking you through the mattress to prove a point, but once y’all are three months into the relationship he’s begging you to ride his face while you suck his dick

dick is smooth with it (smooth operator if u will) bc he’s whipped but can play it off really well. he’ll fall off the face of the planet if he’s not enough for you so he’s constantly proving himself, even if it’s more so to prove it to himself. it’s also why i think he’s a sweetheart of a boyfriend but has full capacity to be an asshole in bed, cuz he knows you eat it up every time. back on topic though. dick’s a munch bc he fucking loves eating you out, but it’s definitely because he likes to make you squirm. not saying he doesn’t get pleasure from it but he really likes the fact that he can make you unravel with his tongue alone

jason is a difficult case bc he doesn’t fully understand that he’s down bad until you get more obvious about how much you like him. do yall know what i mean??? like he doesn’t realize how thirsty he is for you until you make it evident that you want to be inside his skin, then he’s keeping tabs on you 24/7 (bc that’s SO normal) and babbles on and on about how good you are for him every time y’all fuck. he’s very much possessive and very much obsessed with how possessive you get, thinks it’s real hot that you look like you wanna claw out the eyes of the bitch that tried talking to him yk? i sound crazy but someone has to get what i’m saying

tldr: they’re all different genre’s of munch hence why i cant properly rank them. but i think it took me typing this out to conclude that jason might take the cake as #1 munch. i say we make them line up and take turns on you to get the right answer but that’s a bit much

#kali ;; inbox #kali ;; dg #kali ;; jt #kali ;; rh #kali ;; ww

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considerablecolors · 3 months ago

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⚠️ SPOILERS FOR S4 & DISCUSSION OF SA ⚠️

hey so umm THEY NEVER ADDRESSED ALLISON TRYING TO ASSAULT LUTHER IN S3 WHAT HAPPENED HELLO. I KEPT WAITING WITH BATED BREATH TO SEE HOW THEY COULD POSSIBLY ADDRESS THAT TOPIC WITHOUT FUMBLING IT AND THE ANSWER WAS JUST. TO NOT EVEN TRY. I GUESS.

"everyone in the family is mad at me because i changed the timeline" ok yeah sure but I CAN THINK OF ANOTHER REASON TO BE MAD

and before anyone says any shit this is 100% not an excuse to be racist and sexist or to hold allison to different standards than your favorite white male characters. part of what made that scene in season 3 so disturbing to me was the fact that the writers chose to have the only black woman main character in the show do that to a white man. she's one of two women in the core siblings cast at this point. she's also a character that initially, while prone to making mistakes and abusing her powers, always loved her family. in fact, her love for viktor and insistence on not giving up on him even when he was hurting the others was one of the main themes of the first season.

why did we have her do that of all people. why did we have anyone do that at all. it was completely unnecessary to do (and to SHOW ON SCREEN) but to have the gall to do... that... and then not even address it and have allison and luther act completely normally to each other...

ALSO UM. luther canonically not remembering his first time having sex because he was under influence, getting mind controlled by his sister to almost get sexually assaulted, and then becoming a stripper despite showing basically no interest in the actual aspects of it... girl am i going crazy or is this not a coincidence, in a competently handled show this could be an exploration of the way sa victims will end up sexualizing themselves but no. instead we get jokes about him wearing thongs 24/7 and A FLASHBACK TO HIM AND HIS SISTER THAT TRIED TO ASSAULT HIM DANCING TOGETHER LIKE THAT'S CUTE. HELLO. ARE YOU THERE LITTLE GIRL ON A BICYCLE IT'S ME I JUST WANNA TALK.

also here's the deal. luther is also not perfect at all. none of the siblings are, that's the point, but specifically, luther was incredibly shitty and abusive to viktor in season one. but the show took the time to properly address it, have characters act differently towards each other as a result, have luther explicitly apologize to who he hurt and show genuine remorse, and throughout the next three seasons they took time to have him make up for it.

allison didn't get that chance, and that leaves such a bad taste in my mouth, and not even in the context of the show itself as much as the real life implications. im white, so i can't really give much of a genuine perspective and may be looking into things too deeply, but... the fact that allison consistently tends to be one of the most villainized characters in the show and portrayed specifically as manipulative and abusive and selfish... as the only black woman in the show since season 1 (unless i am forgetting someone)... feels so so so gross. (also having ray leave her and her child offscreen like come the fuck on)

everyone is talking about the treatment of five's character lately (and RIGHTFULLY so, believe me), but... allison AND luther i am sorry i am so so sorry they did this to y'all omg

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illuminatedferret · 8 months ago

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So I've been trying to do a bit of detective work regarding the origin of the "E-ming reopens wounds" translation. TL;DR I think it may have come from an early version of Suika's translation, and is likely a mistranslation.

Most translations I could find online (including Deep Dream translation group, several bootleg novel sites that have stolen Suika or Deep Dream's translations, and a couple of machine translations) have that passage in line with the official translation - that simply, E-ming is dangerous, forging it took a cruel ritual, and touching it would have terrible consequences.

I did however find a pdf containing the webnovel chapters 12-43, with the following:

precisely the excerpt I submitted before. At the top of this pdf is a note:

The link in this note leads to a 404 error, but is one that was shared around a lot before the Sevenseas' official release. I found a tumblr post from 2019 which identifies this link as Suika's (now deleted) translation.

https://web.archive.org/web/20200508224041/https://arahir.tumblr.com/post/188476102230/ok-im-an-anon-who-in-the-past-has-asked-you-how

So, it looks like this is a old document of Suika's, and I can only assume the "reopens wounds" thing was a mistranslation that Suika later corrected.

The TGCF epub I have on hand is an amalgamation of sakhyulations' (up to ch 23) and Suika's (ch 24 and beyond) fan translations. Well, it doesn't actually say it's using Suika's work, but, it does link the source of the ch 24+ translations, that being the above google drive link. I'm not sure who made the epub or when it was made, but they must have taken Suika's work before it had been properly edited.

IIRC this was an epub that was circulating tumblr a while back. I don't know how widespread the "reopens wounds" fanon is, but if it's popular on tumblr, I guess this explains why.

Sorry for such a long ask!! I think that covers almost everything I found. Oh, there was one single bootleg novel site that did have the passage:

"The wounds inflicted by the evil sword of E-Ming are all cursed. Even when the wound is healed, if Hua Cheng wants it, it will bleed once more." Jun Wu answered.

which is slightly different from the above passage from that pdf. But I couldn't find any real source for this translation, so I'm thinking it might just be based on the above passage, with words switched around to disguise the fact it's stolen.

wow!!!! don't apologize for the long ask, this is some awesome digging you did!!! thank you SO much for sharing all your hard work!!

E-ming reopening old wounds being a mistranslation of some sort does make more sense to me than anything else, just because it's so specific and yet the official translation makes no mention of it, but it being from one of Suika's earlier translations is interesting. I'm still curious what the original raws read like. I wonder, considering Xie Lian's arm injury doesn't heal without special medicine, if the raw says something about wounds being slow to heal or not closing, and that's where the mistranslation initially occurred.

'E-ming reopening wounds' isn't a fanon I see discussed much, but I've read more than one fic that uses the idea, and I've mentioned it to friends before in the past without anyone questioning it until recently. So, it coming from an old translation that was probably one of the initial ways people read TGCF makes a LOT of sense- people read it, internalized it, and stopped thinking about it when more accurate translations rolled around, while still keeping the idea in their head.

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askadrianalucardtepes · 8 months ago

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"Hey everyone, apologies for being away for so long. Truth is, I am so, so tired at the moment. I got to enjoy a lovely trip last week which helped me relax, but I've admittedly not been doing so hot lately. I look forward to getting back to answering your inquiries soon, but I might require some more time because I am just... Exhausted, for now. Mentally and physically. Overwhelmed, underwhelmed, antsy, anxious, you name it, I'm currently feeling it. I'm receiving some support for my current state and I hope for it to improve soon, but until then, please, bear with me. I just need to take it easy for a while, I think."

[OOC] I say that all in character, but it applies to me irl. My social anxiety has pretty much tripled in the span of about two weeks and I am constantly exhausted because my body cannot properly rest. Some of my worst social fears have kinds come true unexpectedly and I'm working through that very slowly now. I miss this blog so much and I want to get back to business soon, but I first need to talk to my psychologist a bit more and get some more support so I don't feel so tired 24/7. It gets lonely sometimes, I'll admit. It sucks to feel like I can't lean on anyone anymore because I'm too afraid. But I hope to make that better and become better myself, too. Sorry for the vent/rambles, I just want to keep you all in the loop of what's going on behind the scenes. And maybe it does feel nice to blow off a little steam like this. But I disgress. I can't wait to get back to work here and I'm sending you all so, so much love! Much love, Adrian

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thelunarfairy · 11 months ago

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(Apologizes if an incomplete ask sent through, I was asking a question but the Internet cut off :<)

My question was though, how much can you analyze about the English lyrics of No. 7 (anime intro)? The lyrics supposedly explain some of the story and you're the best theorist I know who can put this in an organized post XD

(Sorry if you've been asked this before haha feel free to ignore if so and have a great day!)

I looked at the Japanese and English versions, and well, to better organize the meaning of the song, I'm going to write it here in a more objective way, it will be easy to understand the meaning as you read the lyrics.

This is because the Japanese version has a lot of wordplay and puns, the English version translated it literally and in the same way as the Japanese, which made some passages confusing.

Let's get started (this is the full version of the song)

So now let me tell you the story of number 7

1 Huh? Eh? Instantly happy and sad, even the past and the future 2 Two shadows appear within the rumors (the passion turned into nothing, it's just a story) 3 A sweet fruit mixed with the unreal 4 Yes, yes, even if I tell you repeatedly 5 Look, look, you're not listening properly (passion turned into nothing, an endless story) 6 After all, the boring thing is the ugly reality 7 Morning, day and night, like ten winds and five rains, rumors circulate 8 Without becoming pure in heart, turning my back against the unchanging mirror 9 I Want Some Magic, Say Seven Mysteries, That's Not Perfect 10 But We Are Struggling Because We Are Incomplete

11 Swinging the blade, words, too far 12 Wearing the smiling mask of lies (you in that place) 13 They Were Hurt Because Of Someone Else 14 Between sin and punishment, in that place where no one exists 15 Surely He Is There So now let me tell you the story of number 7

A secret history I heard from somewhere

16 It's a secret just between you and me 17 I will not lose to you, memory nor the brittle truth 18 Let's catch up, it's a reality like a rumor from some time ago 19 Every night and morning seems stupid 20 The dance of the second, the third morning, the fourth twilight 21 First, second, third, fourth 22 Mirai, Misaki, the mirror that doesn't see, the silent solitude 23 Is it the first? the eighth? Wait, there's no eighth 24 Until the four o'clock stands, if you repent, 25 It becomes four pains, eight pains 26 Trouble Towing in Seven Rounds 27 Hits, punishment 28 Come, come strange mystery 29 My body's habits, everything, are never perfect, so We are struggling because we are incomplete

Swinging the blade, words, far away 30 Please reach out, the laughter, the overlapping lies 31 (he is still there continuously) 32 I blurred the details while pretending to be fine 33 Between sin and punishment 34 Alone, placed in that place 35 Surely he exists

36 Hiding the past, blinding the eyes in front of the destiny that is coming to an end 37 I changed once, so I will change again The answer is clear

Swinging the blade, words, far away Wearing the smiling mask of lies (You alone) Were hurt because of someone else Between sin and punishment In that place where no one exists Today it also exists

So now let me tell you the story of number 7 Hey tell me about the continued story

ANALYSIS

Let's use numbers to better analyze the excerpts

1 = could mean that Hanako is happy now to be having fun with Nene and Kou, but at the same time sad about having to deal with the past and the future (Nene's future death)

2 = This excerpt is very emblematic, but "within the rumors two shadows appear" could refer to the twins "the passion turned into nothing, it's just a story" they would be in love with each other and what remained of that story would be murder. There is also the possibility that he is referring to Nene, since Hanako-san now has an assistant. Two shadows, and the passion that turned into nothing, an impossible love.

3 = A metaphor about the contrast between reality and a distant desire

4 and 5 = Hanako's story is being told little by little and someone (it could be Nene) is not realizing the details between the lines.

6 to 10 = Complaints about how reality is terrible and he wants to experience something unreal, not just him, but the other mysteries, everyone feels incomplete and is looking for something that reality cannot offer, something that they cannot achieve but they really want it. And specifically about the mirror, he says it is unchanging, confirming that no matter what he does, nothing will change.

11 to 15 = reference to Tsukasa's death, the murder. About how Hanako lied while creating a fake smile. He hurt Tsukasa, and he went to the place where nothing exists "Surely he is there" and the verses mention the sin and punishment that Hanako has to take responsibility for.

16 to 18 = Probably Hanako talking about his past with Nene. He says he will "reach him" that is, he will tell her the whole truth.

19 to 29 = references the other mysteries and how they are all fighting to create a better version of themselves, even though they are imperfect. In addition to, of course, mentioning a little about their feelings.

30 to 35 = reference to Tsukasa, he wants Hanako to show what he really feels, at the same time that Tsukasa "blurs" the way he feels "I blurred the details while pretending to be fine" "Alone, placed in that place" "he is still there continuously" reference that Tsukasa was left on Hanako's boundary and hides that he feels sad about it.

36 and 37 = it's a little difficult to know if the speaker is Hanako or Tsukasa, the excerpts fit for both, but it's probably more linked to Hanako, since he's the one hiding the past.

OTHER CONSIDERATIONS

Place where nothing exists = boundary, Hanako says that when he enters a boundary, the person ceases to exist in the human world while there.

Swinging the blade = stabbing, direct reference to murder.

In that place where no one exists, he is certainly there = clear reference that Hanako believed that Tsukasa was on the boundary

In that place where no one exists, today he also exists = reference to Tsukasa's return.

Hey tell me about the continued story = about the story we are following now

CONCLUSION

Basically it's Hanako talking about himself, about the mysteries and about Tsukasa. We also see many parts where he talks about how he feels, but in short, that's it.

The lyrics of this song change subtly according to the translation you are looking for, but the general meaning is this.

That's the way I interpreted the opening lyrics, other people may have different ways of seeing how they work, but for me that's it.

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 2 years ago

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Pinned Fanfiction Post! Updated 9/25/24.

Psst… there's a way to support my writing now (and thank you Kraiva, Som, Charlie, Flamia, Bree, and more who encouraged me to do it).

Fandoms:

The Magnus Archives

Malevolent (Podcast)

Deviser (Podcast)

I'm bad at updating this, my apologies! It's all on AO3, folks.

Latest:

Malevolent

BIG BANG: BUT IT BEATS THE DARKNESS AO3 || Tumblr

The Magnus Archives

"T" IS FOR TOMB - a bittersweet sad post-TMA one-shot AO3 || Tumblr

The Magnus Archives x Malevolent

CORRUPTED, chapter 24: Fogged. A Tim Stoker x The King in Yellow weird romance because I am strange. AO3 || Tumblr

Loads of Surrogate updates, as per usual. :) The last few:

Like Father - Faroe makes a dangerous decision

Message Received - Kayne bitching because we were too busy to write

Strained - the beginning of fallout from Faroe's choices.

Nightingale - Something with Arthur is very, very wrong.

FINISHED FICS:

(This needs some serious revision! For now, be sure to check my AO3 profile until I get this part cleaned up.)

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

AND EAT IT, TOO

The voice gets under his skin. Is it pleasing or terrifying? Inside his head or out? Is it even real, or is his still-human brain just cobbling monster-sounds into something he can comprehend? It’s impossible to get out of his head, whether literal or not. Doesn’t matter, though, because the answer Michael gives is a terrible one, and ends the same way: Gertrude could protect herself, Jon can’t, and he’s going to die for her sins.

Playlist available here.

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A THOUSAND WORDS

It’s coming, Jon. You know something is; something that itches, that nags, that hides just out of view. Our glorious future is coming.

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QUIT

It’s a stupid-drafty manor—huge, never properly lit, all its frippery fraying at the edges. It has literal skeletons in the walls. It has a foyer right out of Crimson Peak, an empty cement hole with crumbling cherubs in the back yard that might have once been someone’s idea of a pond, and a library with more cursed books than Gerry could shake a match at. The part of Gerry that once used Sharpies to blacken his eyebrows loves this place with a truly unholy passion. If only it didn’t belong to the reason the world was going to end.

Playlist available here.

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TULIPS IN SPRING

Martin crawled back into bed like he’d crawled through the burned-flesh hole in his heart, and knew he still loved Jon. Martin knew Jon loved him, too. Jon had thrown away godhood for him, like it hadn’t mattered. Maybe it hadn’t.Jon loved him, and that meant they could fix this.All Jon had to do was wake up.

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CRUCIBLE

Martin's been having dreams.He doesn't understand them. Surely, if Jon had ever looked like that, with unreal wings and a crown of spinning eyes, he would have remembered. But his memory isn't working as well as it should right now, and Jon never blinks. Martin is afraid.

Inspired by The Watcher’s Crown by @raynecreates

Note: this is angst. Somewhere Else goes very, very wrong.

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INSTANT NOODLES (crack fic)

At least his new hobby kept him occupied in the evenings, when too much time to think turned to wretchedness. It just so happened that much of his life was public. On the internet. As part of some gods-damned podcast. There were no words for how fascinated he was. This was his story—and yet it wasn’t. It was focused on Jon, for some bloody reason, which made no damn sense, since Jon showed up at the very end. Well. There was no accounting for taste.

Note: This is nonsense. Full apologies to Jonny and Alex, who are 100% the creators of my favorite podcast, The Magnus Archives. This is a work of fiction, etc. and so forth. Take it as the joke it's meant to be. Written because I wanted Jonah to suffer.

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SHORT STORIES FOR TMA APPRECIATION WEEK, 2023

Just what it says on the tin. Silliness, angst, and crossovers incoming.

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THIS DARK THING THAT SLEEPS IN ME - Rusty Quill Big Bang 2023

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead. Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe. In a world where the End won and Jonah Magnus is its Heart, the cycle of death and rebirth is a given: no one lives past thirty, the Other Fears scramble for scraps, and any infant without an Alignment—called Uncertain—has until the age of ten to be claimed, or they are sacrificed. Jon, an Uncertain child, knows things he shouldn’t, has memories he shouldn’t, and also has a purpose: apparently, he’s been called to do what no Aligned person can do and stop Jonah. Sometimes, there is no happy ending, only the right one. Jonah broke the promises he made to take over the world, and Jon is here to make it right. “I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me; all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?” ― Sylvia Plath

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MAGNUS ARCHIVES x MALEVOLENT CROSSOVER

I PREFER MY HEART TO BE BROKEN

Jon feels seen in a way he has not since the Panopticon, examined from cell to soul, from ankles to ego. Does that feel good or horrible? He doesn’t know. He tries to see into this thing, just a little, but just that glimpse is enough. Fear shortens Jon’s breath, shivers up and down his form, because this thing is a god.

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MALEVOLENT (PODCAST)

BUT IT BEATS THE DARKNESS - Malevolent Big Bang 2024

Serial killer Wallace Larson has been murdering children for his ritual, and the cops won't stop him. Private investigators Parker Yang and Arthur Lester choose to get involved... and everything goes wrong. Interrupting the ritual leaves Parker missing, Arthur in chains, and a piece of the King in Yellow in Arthur's head. But this piece knows who he is, and knows what he wants: to complete his ritual and rule Earth. Unfortunately, Arthur is incredibly stubborn, maudlin over his missing partner (stupid Parker Yang), and John, it turns out, is not the only piece of the King seeking power right now. It's a race against time, and John has a heavy handicap. With Larson in pursuit, a trail of murdered victims in their wake, and a host whose body is failing, John is determined to win at any cost... even if the cost includes Arthur Lester.

"It may not be much light but it beats the darkness" ~ Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart NOTE BEFORE READING This is part one of a Darkthur fic. There is violence and bodily harm. This fic was written in tandem with Kraiva's IT MAY NOT BE MUCH LIGHT, and is intended to be read together, though both are standalone. For the fullest experience, read the corresponding chapter from each fic. We'll be linking the connected chapters in the end notes of each. The incredible art in chapters two and eleven are by @wurmeon. The breathtaking 3D models in chapter six are from @iconiccookie.

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WRONG - spoilers for part 43

There is a thread where it all went wrong. Where Arthur, lost, has lost his hope. Where John makes a choice to teach Arthur what it means to be human.

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HERETIC- an Oscar one-shot:

What road remains for a man whose purpose abandoned him?

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Blood and Sand:

When John Luke was nine, Parker stopped writing back. It took a while before John Luke was sure, before he allowed the worry to slither into his bones, and take flavor and color away, and leave only trembling cold behind. Parker had never been quiet this long. Something had happened. John Luke Yang wants his brother back. When he learns about a wish—offered by a god, in exchange for winning some kind of game—he's willing to leave everything behind in pursuit of it. But the Dreamlands are not safe, and the King in Yellow has gone mad. The Games are not designed to be survived. Luke has fallen into deep and dangerous waters. Fortunately, he won't be swimming alone.

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They Both Just Gotta Be Dicks (Intermezzo spoilers):

Not much surprises Kayne anymore. A melting Arthur manages.

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All that Glitters (crack-fic one-shot):

John and Arthur, Lester and Doe, going mano a mano against their greatest foe: 1970s Arkham bureaucracy.

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Fragile (Intermezzo spoilers):

Arthur got low in Larson’s house. He hit bedrock; he admitted, brokenly, that they won. John didn’t let him drown. Which is ironic, because John was already drowning.

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Double the Popcorn (Intermezzo spoilers):

You think there’s anyone I haven’t seen? Fucked around with? Followed? You think there isn’t a version of you I haven’t tweaked to be the very d-d-darkest you could be, with flesh in your fingernails and blood in your cheeks like a really fucked-up squirrel? I. Have tried. Them all. And pal… they don’t fucking work.

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God of Cowboys and Fools:

Well. No time like the present. “I am the King in Yellow, and you are now my slave,” I tell him, because that is the truth and we might as well get it done. He is a god, awakened in the crater of his birth. Somewhere out there is the Wizard he needs to ensure his misplaced immortality. Now, if only the Wizard would just do as he was told instead of fighting back, they could get on with the business of living forever.

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SACRAMENT - an Oscar one-shot

Arthur and John are long gone from Oscar's life, and whatever they did has left more than one wound in the world. Oscar's is obvious. Scratch's is not. Oscar certainly hadn't planned on encountering the malevolent spirit ever again, but now that he has, he faces a choice.

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BOYO

Warning: this is a dark fic. I liked me boyo’s anger, and he was just scuttered enough to make this work. To join me hitting the prop, and hitting too much. To not know when it was time to stop, and to follow my lead as we went far beyond. Wasn’t quite perfect. Didn’t have the rhythm yet. But I knew he’d get it; musical lad, or I’m a whaler, and I’d get him singing my tune. The fool died, and my boyo stood there, panting, blood everywhere, and hit the body again just because. Fuckin’ beautiful, that was to see.

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THE INCIDENT - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

Arthur and John are in Arkham, getting their burgeoning P.I. business off the ground. And then Kayne asks for a favor, and everything goes to hell.

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TRY, TRY AGAIN - a one-shot for the @malevolent-fanzine

The King in Yellow worked for a month to get Arthur to spill the information he wanted. Eventually, he got what he wanted through a made-up Bostonian, Adam Fry. What happened in the month before Arthur woke?

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CONFESSION

There’s a trick to confession, if you want to keep another from hearing what you said. But not hearing it don’t make it not true, don’t make it go away.

I fear Arthur’s truth, so big and bright. I fear ours together may strike like flint and leap into devouring flame.

An Oscar one-shot

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PEDANTIC

Arthur Lester is the best IT architect in the world, and the reason Carcosa, Inc. has its fingers in every pie. Government, medical, everyone in the world uses its systems. Arthur is also going blind, with a rare genetic condition that can’t be fixed. The looming depression is bad. He can’t imagine a life where he can’t create anymore. Arthur nearly gives up… until a deeply annoying cybersecurity programmer prods him into trying something new. Great, right? Now, if only this John Doe weren’t clearly hiding something so wild that not even PI Parker Yang can dig it out….

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PET

Arthur loses John. Hastur loses Arthur. Yellow does not deserve what happens here.

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PUSH

They survived. John got his promised body. They're free. But Arthur is still blind, and now, he no longer has someone in his head, helping him around. He's not all right. It's all coming out of him in anger. Today, John needed a break... and, left alone, Arthur tries a four-legged substitute. It goes about as well as can be expected.

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NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Angst warning Things happen when we age. Unavoidable things. Until death do we part.

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CLOUD CITY - MALEVOLENT BIG BANG 2023

The sun never rises in Cloud City. Owned by distant gods, the world creaks along in techno-magical paralysis, making Contracts with spirits, and limping along in isolated enclaves while monsters run wild in the Wastes. Five years ago, Arthur Lester, a private investigator, made a Contract with a Summon called Hastur. The deal? His soul in exchange for the identity of his daughter's murderer. Until the time Arthur's soul is ripe for harvesting, Hastur will give him power, and eventually must find Faroe's killer. If he doesn't, they both die, so failure is not an option. Hastur, however, is not a normal Summon... and it turns out he's come here and chosen Arthur in order to stop a threat that will destroy the entire universe if it succeeds. Unfortunately, humans aren't meant to channel power like Hastur's, and Arthur's body is beginning to break down. It's a race against time to solve Faroe's murder and stop the incoming threat before he simply drops dead.

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YELLOW CITY - A CONTINUATION OF CLOUD CITY

Arthur Lester has been taken by the King into the Dreamlands. Arthur Lester has gone quite mad. As promised, Arthur will suffer… but his presence will have a bigger effect on the future of Earth than anyone planned.

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THE BIRTHDAY SONG

Very much post-canon. Very much fluff. John has a body. Arthur has his sight. They've figured it out, working in Arkham, making their way through life, and John, at last, has chosen his birthday. It's all fluff from here, folks.

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WORTH THE PRICE OF A BOTTLE OF POP

So, anybody want a crack-fic with Kayne, Arthur, and too much sugar even for an Outer God?

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FIVE TIMES JOHN WANTED TO SEE A MOVIE, AND ONE TIME KAYNE MADE IT SUCK

In which Arthur struggles with right and wrong, bemoans the Hays Code, tries (and fails) to define love, and gets a second chance.

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SURROGATE

The beginning of the series, Surrogate: The Director's cut.

The King in Yellow has a plan. The first part works, and Arthur Lester is broken. The second half blows up in his face. John has gone mad, and Hastur’s adopted daughter is upset, but that’s not all. It turns out a certain Outer God wasn’t done watching that show, and when he arrives with director’s notes, not even the King in Yellow can refuse him.

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DEVISER (PODCAST)

DEVIL

Dad knew he'd failed with humans. Dad did not know he'd succeeded somewhere else.

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RED

Son likes painting. Son likes red.It makes him feel some odd things. Things he doesn’t really have a word for. He really likes the way it looks splattered on his hands.

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ena-joelg-spotted · 5 months ago

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introductory post !

helloo my name is cloud (they/them) and i just wanted to do this for fun :)

TAGLIST

ena-spotted: ena spotted in art etc! whoohoo

not ena-spotted: unrelated content like ask answers or personal updates

ena-news: any news about ena! (dream bbq when)

ena-queued: ena posts i've queued up!

NOTICES

if my main blog @popcorn-milk likes your post but doesnt reblog it, that means its in the queue here! my queue is usually pretty short, so just wait a few days and your post will be up on the blog.

this blog may contain light swearing, light blood, and 100% will contain eyestrain, bright colors and webcore/weirdcore themes. i try to tag everything properly, but please keep yourself safe!

my ask box and post submissions are OPEN! please keep topics appropriate and kind, i will delete anything hateful and ignore anything off-topic.

this is inspired by the miku-spotted blog! (we're on their list of -spotted blogs! hooray!) so for sure check them out since they do a lot of cool work!!

FAQ

is this official?

nope! im just a fan looking to collect ENA stuff on a sideblog. i'm not affiliated with nor have i ever contacted joel g or anyone working on ENA.

is this a roleplay account/will you answer questions in-character?

nope! this blog is just reblogging art etc

can i send you art through your inbox?

absolutely! if submitting any art, make sure to attach a link to a post i can reblog! and post submissions are available as well.

do you take/reblog NSFW art?

NO! i am a minor, and the worst thing that may be seen in any reblogs is light blood or eyestrain, which will be properly tagged.

how consistent will posting be?

whenever i see something cool, ill reblog it! i regularly go through ENA-related tags as well. feel free to tag me in ENA art so i can reblog it! and apologies for any repeats, ill try to be careful not to reblog anything twice.

does this blog include salesman (white and red) ENA?

most likely not! salesman ENA is very very cool but this is a "regular" (blue and yellow) ENA centered blog :)

language(s) spoken?

just english! if theres any errors its just me being a dumbass

is this inspired by other -spotted blogs?

absolutely! i wanted to get in on the fun and havent found any other special ENA blogs ^_^

update log

posted: 6/29/24

6/29/24: added more FAQ Qs and As

6/30/24: edited an answer and added a Q&A

7/9/24: added a new tag, edited some question answers and added notices

#not ena-spotted #ena #ena joel g #ena blog

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onippep · 1 year ago

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Is it fine to talk about certain scars now?

................. Which ones. Guessing, for thematic sake, you mean these?

[gestures to his top scars]

I, uh, guess so. Pfft.

So, a little recap-- born in Italy, moved over here when I was 16. Shit happened at 19. Came back when I was 24.

[TW FOR MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, WAR, GENERAL UNPLEASANT QUEER EXPERIENCE STUFF, TRANSPHOBIA + HOMOPHOBIA]

We lived in a super-rural area when I was a kid, so I had no idea what all of that was about. I'd find myself doing things that boys would do and I'd get slapped around for it, or never really liking girls. All my friends were boys. I had a lot of body hair for my age. It was weird to my family.

I got a taste of big-town culture from my cousins and uncles and aunts; they're eccentric, and I'm pretty sure one of my aunts was gay (she never married). I got along with her pretty well, but god, my madre hated her, pretty sure. Haven't seen her in a long time.

Bottom line, I was the "weird kid" of the family, so my parents figured (Also as Italians) to give me a brother and sister, see if they could socialize me properly. Maybe they fucked up the first time. Worth a shot, right?

While my madre was pregnant with my brother, we moved here. Maybe city life would do me good. I was thrust into a highschool barely knowing any English, and naturally flocked to the outcasts and socially awkward weirdos that would get tossed around by bullies and such. It was brutal. I met a girl that disguised herself as a boy and went by a boy's name. I met a boy that had a crush on one of the bigger boys of the school. It was a bunch of new experiences that... for some reason, even with my upbringing, didn't feel foreign or weird. It suddenly aligned with me, and I didn't really think about it until I looked in the mirror one day and wanted to throw up at how I looked. I tried dating a girl I got along with. Being a teenager sucks. That shit hits you like a truck and bleeds like an open wound that you have no idea how to stop.

Not that I had the time to find a way. I did bad in school, got held back a few years, and within that time aggressively took my identity into my own hands-- I'm not who my parents thought I was, I hated my name, I hated them, I hated everything. I got quiet. I hated myself because I wasn't the easy, good-grade getting child that was born loving the body it was in.

One day, my dad gets me alone. He asked me what I wanted to do after High School. I said art. He asked me again. I said art. He said that was the wrong answer. I asked him what he wanted me to say instead.

"If you really don't believe you're a girl, then it's time to be a man."

I thought this had good intentions until I was at the front door of bootcamp with some fresh scars on my chest, a few years of testosterone, and...

[sighs]

...

Uh, what was I-- right.

Right, yeah, I was pretty much fully out a few years after I was... discharged. I had a fling with Anton. A few women. Some men. Tried the bisexual label for a bit but found out I was just a full-on homosexual.

...Did I get the surgery before or-- no, I think I...

[blanks out for a few minutes]

...[scratches his head] I-- sorry, I think I got something mixed up. I think I got top surgery after 'all of that'. Shit's scrambled in here.

...

...Right-- I was a fully out transsexual gay man by... I think I was 35? It wasn't a huge focus of mine though since I wanted to try and start my own business. My family knew hard they fucked up with me so they kept their distance-- I let them know how much they failed me (after many years of thinking I was the screwup). Eventually they started using my new name. It was sudden, and there were no apologies.

I couldn't get my art degree, sssooo... Peppino's Pizza it is. Yippee.

Met Gus a year or so after I opened it, connected with a few of the Italian community on the outskirts of the city, uh... then I...

[pauses again]

--Sorry, this, uh, wasn't a really happy story, but I just. Wanted to say that it was worth keeping myself alive to see myself big, fat, hairy, balding, and smiling in the body I've got now. And happy with the men I've decided to let into my life to love me and this body. It's...

It's something. Better than nothing. I understand that now.

#;peppino speaks #;pizzacanon #cw at this whole thing i think but ill. put some specifics #cw abuse mentions #cw transphobia #dysphoria talk #cw homophobia #GOD THIS IS. UH. WOW OK HANG ON #;pizzawhump #THERE.#SORRY IN ADVANCE YALL IT CANT RLLY BE AVOIDED W AN OLDER CHARACTER #long post //#emeto mention

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youhideastar · 11 months ago

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hi! i love to be seen aright, and especially amends, and i was wondering if you’d be inclined to talk about flower’s submission? as an outsider to his and vero’s particular dynamic i found myself struggling to understand aspects of their relationship sometimes. i’m really curious as to what really makes flower tick!

First of all, thank you so much, that is so kind of you to say! Real quick, if others are wondering about the fics: To Be Seen Aright and Amends. Second, I am taking the question to mean "why does Flower want the kind of relationship where, in his dom's words, 'everything Marc-Andre does is my business'" and not to mean "I am very familiar with this kind of relationship but I'm curious about this couple's particular protocols." If I read the question wrong, I apologize; this response is going to be very off-point. 😂

So the truth is, I am very much the wrong person to answer the question of why a 24/7 BDSM relationship (i.e., a relationship where the dominance and submission dynamic extends beyond defined "scenes" into everyday life) would appeal to the submissive partner, because that kind of relationship has zero appeal to me, as either partner. 🤷‍♀️ Writing Flower's scenes in the TBSA series was, therefore, an exercise in (hopefully respectful) curiosity and empathy: given that there are many people who do find a 24/7 relationship appealing, I tried to put myself in their minds (aided by first-person writing that, unfortunately, I no longer have working links for) and ask what it is they might get out of that kind of relationship that would make it appealing. The results of that thinking are on display in the series, mostly in Flower's scenes.

I don't really feel comfortable opining on the question beyond what is present in my fiction, because, again, I'm the wrong person. There are many folks who are in 24/7 relationships who have written thoughtfully about why that's something they value and desire, and for me to presume to speak for them would, I think, be disrespectful--and also kind of silly.

That prompts the question, perhaps, of why I wrote such a relationship into TBSA at all--and the answer to that question goes to why I wrote TBSA in the first place. That's a long answer for another time, but the tl;dr version is: I was really pissed-off about domism, role policing, and the privileging of 24/7 relationships above others (at least at the time when I was more plugged-in to those conversations than I am now, which was almost 10 years ago - maybe things have gotten better. I hope so.), and I wanted to write about how fucked-up all of that was. BUT I wanted to be SUPER CAREFUL not to let "writing that it's fucked-up to act like people who don't want a 24/7 relationship aren't real subs/doms" unintentionally turn into "writing that it's fucked-up to want a 24/7 relationship and there's something wrong with those relationships." Which it easily could have. For that reason, if I was going to write the story responsibly, I had to include a positive and sympathetic portrayal of a 24/7 relationship. And so: Flower!

I know this almost certainly doesn't answer your question, and I'm sorry about that! I hope I at least understood your question properly, and explained in a satisfying way why this is the only answer I can really give. Feel free to follow up with another ask or a message if I got the question wrong or anything I said here sparked additional questions!

#hockey rpf #to be seen aright #fic asks

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cluemily · 9 months ago

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For anyone having issues getting their Life Series merch still, there's a big message in Scar's Discord about it and what steps to take if you've still not received it.

Text version below cut:

Hi everyone!

If you are on this thread it's likely you ordered some Life Merch and it's taking its sweet time to get to you. In an effort to be as transparent as possible, I am going to personally write about the issues that have occurred behind the scenes and the options you have.

First of all, I want to say and enormous thank you for the overwhelming support on this merch drop and my sincere apologies about the delays and handling of the issues and my delay in writing something like this. I've never has to handle issues like this before so it's a bit of a new one for me.

The company we used are a small family run business using products made in the USA. There was a huge amount of orders made before the 5th of November cut-off, but should have been doable - Unfortunately there was a 3 week delay on getting the stock in to embroider on, and since most orders included hoodies, that pushed back an already tight production. This is why many Christmas delivery orders were not met on time and instead were up to 3 weeks late, overwhelming demand meets time constraints. The biggest mistake here on their part was not being good with communication about the situation. I myself ended up writing Christmas cards and emails to parents who were a Christmas present short (It was quite stressful). I have a lot of personal guilt about the missed Christmas orders, as creators we live and die by these promises and I was disappointed that a proportion of orders (It wasn't all of them by any means) didn't meet the deadline. It truly was out of my hands though.

Post-Christmas, the catch up continued on getting orders out and reports of support emails being unanswered started to pile up. I can't speak for the company's support team but I am so sorry that these emails went unanswered, that is incredibly frustrating. I am assured now that there are people answering emails within 24 hours. I got a few sent to my business email, and passed those along to be dealt with, which they were.

The most recent issue is actually one that is affecting most people now as the pre-Christmas order date orders have all been sent out, but as some people have reported have been stuck on "Label created" and no shipping tracking has progressed. It seems that orders (Specifically sent on the 13th January) have not been scanned properly by the postal service and seem to be in postal Limbo with no signs of moving.

So, after talking extensively with GlassEmbroidery, here is what to do:

"I ordered after the 5th of November and my order hasn't shipped"

Don't worry - your order is being worked on and is on track to be shipped this month. With all the orders made after November the 5th, they were always going to be due around this time in Q1.

"I ordered before the cut off and my order hasn't been shipped"

I am SO sorry that this has happened. If you can email [email protected] directly with your order number, I have been assured that it will be handled as a matter of priority.

"My shipment has been dispatched, but it's stuck on "Label generated" (most likely happened if your order was sent on 13th January)

These are the orders that seem to have been mishandled by the postal service. If nothing has arrived after 2+ weeks, a new package will have to be sent to you and the company will file insurance on the original. This is really frustrating, but again the only thing to do will be to check your tracking and if you are affected, email [email protected] directly with your order number and they will get another sent out priority.

"I don't want my order anymore."

I totally understand, and don't blame you if this is something you want to do. Please email support and request a refund on your order, no questions asked.

I think that's everything and hopefully provides everyone with enough info on the issues we had and ongoing issues with delivery.

As a final note I can only apologise one last time for the lack of communication and the delays, but please be assured that all orders will be fulfilled and when you get them I hope that you love them!

Grian

#trafficblr #life series

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radiant-reid · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,107 times in 2022

That's 1,747 more posts than 2021!

2,047 posts created (97%)

60 posts reblogged (3%)

I tagged 2,060 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#spencer reid - 965 posts

#rr answers - 701 posts

#criminal minds - 590 posts

#spencer reid x reader - 350 posts

#spencer reid x you - 291 posts

#spencer reid x y/n - 287 posts

#spencer reid fandom - 277 posts

#spencer reid blurb - 156 posts

#spencer reid fanfiction - 129 posts

#spencer reid headcanon - 127 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

I NEED a blurb where reader is just shocked how good Spencer is in bed and after he's done literally beating her back in he's all like "so there's this new film I think we should go see" and reader is still in shock and is like speechless Cate. I need this.

this would be such a spencer thing

Spencer flops down on the bed next to you, running a hand through his hair to get it situated properly again.

You lay next to him, trying to regulate your breathing and get your heart rate under control before you have to go to the hospital. A sex injury is not something you want to explain to the team.

"So I was thinking we should start the new season of Doctor Who because even though it's not all out yet, we'll miss some nights on cases." Spencer starts, and it takes you hitting his chest for him to stop.

"That's what you're thinking about?" You ask, out of breath as you pant.

He looks at you strangely, frowning. "Are you okay? You sound kind of out of breath."

You scoff shallowly. "You literally just rearranged my guts, and you're asking me why I'm breathless?"

Spencer blushes at the dirty euphemism like he hadn't just made you cum so hard you cried. "Sorry." He apologizes.

"I'm not complaining." You assure him, shaking your head. "It was amazing. You just clearly have a lot more stamina than me."

"Better tell Morgan that next time he's telling me I'm unfit." He jokes.

"Oh yeah." You agree sarcastically. "I'll tell our colleague all about our sex life."

Spencer grimaces. "On second thought, maybe not. I think I'll keep how good I can fuck you as our little secret."

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Secret Life

Summary: The team accidentally stumbles upon Spencer, a mystery woman, a mystery girl, and a decade-long secret

hii!! I've had this idea for some time in my head and you write spender Reid so good I just had to send it here. :) What if Spencer has been dating someone in secret for a long time, they even have a kid, but they decided to only tell their parents about it to protect his parter and kid from his job and one day they visit him at work and the entire team is confused because since when does Spencer have a wife and kid?

A/n: thank you so much !! and thank you for this request, i'm a sucker for hidden relationships

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: nothing ?

Word Count: 1.8k

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"Coat, sweetie, you need your coat." Y/n directed the young girl away from sitting on the couch and towards the coat rack in the entryway.

"Momma, don't wanna." She replied, pouting as she dragged her feet across the wooden steps towards to front door.

It was difficult for Y/n not to laugh, especially when she'd seen her father do the exact same expression. Mostly when she tried to get him to stop working or go to sleep. Both of them were stubborn, although most people wouldn't be able to pick it on first meeting them.

"What did daddy tell you?" Y/n asked, handing her the light pink woolen coat to put on before putting her own on.

"That it's cold because the northern hemisphere is tilted slightly away from the sun, and the rays come in at an angle that lowers the amount of solar radiation reaching the surface." She repeated verbatim even if she didn't totally understand the scientific definition. Even when she was two, Spencer suspected she had an audiographic memory. "And I have to wear a coat." She recited, annoyed about it.

When she looked back up at her mom, Y/n was looking in the mirror, criticizing her face. Silently, of course, to avoid giving her daughter a complex. "What did daddy tell you?" She questioned, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

"That we are the most beautiful girls in the world," Y/n spoke, unable to stop the grin her face broke out into. She looked down at the little girl. "Don't you forget that either."

"So, can we go?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest in the same way Spencer did when he was being sassy. It was something Y/n loved about both of them, although she refrained from telling them.

Y/n shrugged her light pink coat over her shoulders, bracing herself for the chilliness that was DC in late January. "Okay then." She replied, quickly looking at the little girl to ensure she was dressed in enough warm clothing. A thermal shirt, sweatpants, a kids Caltech sweatshirt, and her coat were enough.

After a car ride without much traffic, brewing anticipation, and some helpful commentary provided by Spencer's mini-me, they were at the FBI. Y/n roughly knew where to go, but the receptionist checked her ID and directed them to the sixth floor.

Both of them were excited on the elevator ride, exchanging wide grins as the mission to surprise Spencer came closer. A quick glance around confirmed Y/n's hypothesis that the floor was deserted aside from her husband. The first step in their plan-previous decided in the car- started as soon as the elevator doors opened.

It relied on Y/n and the hope that she could walk through the glass doors and behind Spencer without being heard as she carried their daughter. Probably because he was in such deep thought, it worked.

Silently, Poppy wrapped her hands around his eyes, making him jump in surprise, no doubt scared about who was behind him. He relaxed when he realized the fingers were 5-year-old size.

"Guess who, daddy?" She asked, trying to disguise her voice by deepening it, which sent both her parents into a fit of giggles. Spencer was quick to shut the case file on his desk that, thankfully, didn't contain any pictures. His mind was instantly off the brutal double homicide and on his family.

"Well." Spencer pretended to consider it. "There's only tw-one, there's only one person in the world that calls me that. So, I'm going to guess that it's Miss Poppy Rae Reid." He decided to use her full name to make the guess official.

With a cheer from the correctly identified girl, she scrambled to get out of Y/n's arms. She wrapped her arms around Spencer's neck and her legs around his waist so she could tightly hug him. Spencer held her small figure just as tight, resting their noses together when she untucked her head from his neck. Watching them, Y/n's heart was filled with love as she suddenly wanted another baby.

Spencer placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead, having to push back brown curls that paralleled his own. "What are you doing here?" He asked, glancing up at Y/n.

Poppy bet her to an answer. "Mommy said that if I finished the last four chapters of Geronimo Stilton, then we could come here to get you and get hot chocolate on the way home."

"I did underestimate how quickly we'd get through it." Y/n mentioned.

Spencer laughed loudly, looking at his daughter, whose expression grew increasingly guilty for a reason Y/n didn't know. "You were tricked, lovely." He answered before she had to ask, smiling at her. "We finished it last night, didn't we?" He asked, looking back to Poppy with a pointed look. She dramatically pouted, resting her head on his chest so she could look up at both of them with innocent eyes.

"We should have called you mischief." Y/n joked, reaching down to tickle her.

She squirmed on Spencer while she giggled. "M-make her s-stop." She pleaded to her dad between laughter, getting Y/n to stop.

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What's in a name?

Summary: Spencer accidentally gets misidentified by a little kid whose mom means the world to him

reader has that weird super friendship/seems like a relationship type thing with spencer. Reader is like a social worker member of a BAU who adopts a baby/toddler from a bad case that everyone adores and it randomly starts calling spencer daddy because the baby sees him so often

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: little bit of usual cm case details |

Word Count: 2.2k

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The first time Y/n met her future son, she legitimately cried. The little boy was so vulnerable, with the only thing he'd had to call a mother taken from him by the serial killer the BAU were hunting down.

Lots of the kids she came into contact with were troubled, but sweet, six-month-old Beckham needed someone. He didn't have a dad listed on his birth certificate, and his mom was a runaway with no family.

As part of her job on cases involving children, she often had to give them over to the foster care workers, and she knew how bad the system usually was.

Y/n was fully committed to going to Hotch to plead with him before they had to leave. Leaving Beckham with Spencer, she found Hotch in the boardroom they were occupying.

"Hotch, I need to talk with you." She announced, parading as much confidence as she had as she shut the door.

His face showed a bit of concern as he looked up from his paperwork at her. "What's wrong?"

"It's Beckham. I want to take him back to DC with me, adopt him and raise him." She spat out quickly but firmly.

"L/n." He replied in a flat tone.

It sounded too much like a warning for her to not interrupt and try to persuade him. "He doesn't have any family, and I've spent enough time with him this week to know he's sweet. I know raising a baby is a lot of work, but I have time, money, and love, and I just can't watch him go into foster care when I know that I can give him a better life." She persisted, not taking a breath until she finished her sentence.

"Y/n." Hotch stopped her when he used her first name. "I think it's a great idea."

"Oh." Y/n realized, letting her frown change to a smile when she realized what he'd just said. "So I can adopt him?"

He nodded slightly. "I know a good lawyer who can help you, too. I'll give you her number."

Her very best friend in the world, and the easiest option for godfather, Spencer, helped her right from the start.

"Is this a crazy thing to do?" She asked as they sat on the floor the first night, putting together the expensive, oval-shaped, white wooden crib that she'd brought. Beckham was in the car seat carrier she'd had to buy when they were still in North Carolina, before they drove back to DC.

Spencer glanced at her for a moment like he was trying to figure out the correct answer, but then he looked at the baby and how Y/n looked at him when she rocked the car seat carrier.

The answer was simple after he admired her for a second. "No."

"Good, because I trust your judgment." She almost absentmindedly told him, but Spencer knew he'd be thinking about it for the rest of the week. "Even if I am kind of scared about this." She confessed.

"You're going to be an amazing mother, Y/n." He assured her with a smile, one that made her heart flutter just a little bit.

Trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, she laughed. "I trust your judgment even more now." She joked, earning a chuckle from him.

Not only was Spencer her (now second) favorite person, he also had a degree in Engineering which should have made him skilled at building furniture. However, she found that wasn't true when it was 11 o'clock before the crib was built.

As gently as she could, she picked up the tiny baby and lay him down where he'd be sleeping for a while. The first stable home he'd ever had.

She was crying then, too, looking down at the adorable baby. "Is it crazy that I love him so much already?"

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The Private Side of a Secret Life

Part 1

Summary: After the ladies of the BAU take Spencer's mystery wife out and learn some... new things about their colleague, the Reids get to work on making their fantasy a reality.

A/n: I just want to say a very quick thank you to all of you amazing people who loved part 1 and inspired me to write a part two. Enjoy 🤍

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (SMUT 18+)

Content Warning: vomiting | swearing | NSFM (breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotective penetrative sex, slight fingering)

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Spencer, seriously, I'll be fine." Y/n attempted to assure him for the fourth time, trying to wave him out of the bathroom so she could continue to apply her mascara without his watchful gaze.

Despite the reassurance, he grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't trust Y/n because he absolutely did and had for some years or that he didn't have faith the ladies of the BAU would look after her, but Spencer had second-hand nerves about what they would discuss. Mostly because he knew after a few drinks, Y/n was down for anything, which was actually how they ended up buying their very first sex toy. Although, that was beside the point because it brought immense pleasure and not lifelong embarrassment at work.

He still had one more trick up his sleeve, executing his scheme by pressing her against the bathroom vanity, caging her in with his arms on their side of her body as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Or, you could just say here." He suggested. "Put Poppy to bed early so I could rip that dress off you." His eyes were all over her figure, admiring the curves the tight dress accentuated.

When he used that tone, she had a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't how the temptation that was the growing bulge in his pants pressed against her ass.

Luckily, before she could drop the mascara wand, another Reid spoke. "Daddy! The iPad isn't working." Poppy complained, no doubt sitting on the couch tapping it harshly.

"Mood killer." Spencer dramatically whined.

Y/n could hear the playful tone in his voice as she shoved his shoulder. "I recall you named her Poppy."

"I don't even know anything about technology." He complained, stepping out of the bathroom.

Pulling him back in, Y/n passionately dove in to kiss him, purposefully teasing. "Spencer?" She asked, earning a nod after a pause from him as if his brain momentarily stopped working. "You were never going to convince me anyway."

Spencer let out another groan, more than a bit sexually frustrated before going to read the iPad instruction manual. Y/n fluffed her hair out again, trying to make sure it looked alright. Although she wouldn't tell him, she was worried about what Spencer's best friends would think of her.

"Okay, I'm going now." She announced, heels that she would end up taking off on as she walked into the living room. Poppy waved, still watching Spencer when Y/n walked over to place a kiss on her forehead. "Mwah." Spencer, sitting on the floor, tilted his chin up as he waited for his kiss. After she giggled, she leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Love you both!" She announced, walking towards the door.

"No secrets," Spencer instructed, although it came out weaker than he would have liked.

Y/n spun back around, drawing a cross over the fabric of her dress where her heart was. "Promise." She assured him.

She stayed true to her oath to Spencer for most of the enjoyable evening. His friends were great, like how he'd described them so many times, and she had no trouble fitting in. The problems- spilled secrets- came when the shots came. Some tequila and her lips were loose.

"Oh yeah, having Henry changed the game," JJ said in reply to a question about her and Will's sex life. "Not that I don't love him with all my heart, but things were... different when we were still sneaking around."

"So you're trying to convince us that three-hour flights to New Orleans are sexy?" Emily rhetorically asked, making all of them burst into a fit of giggles while JJ tried to defend her statement.

Penelope was next to playfully bad mouth her friend's relationship. "A long-distance booty call." She joked. "I can't believe you thought we didn't know."

JJ laughed at the mistakes of her younger self, burying her head in her hands to avoid the embarrassment. "Even I knew." Y/n chimed in between laughs, making Emily and Penelope double over in giggles.

With the attention back on Y/n, they had the same question to repeat to her. "We know absolutely nothing about Spencer's sex life, so feel free to tell us everything," Emily told her, least drunk and ready to save his secrets for a later day.

"Well, Spencer never changed. Like, at all." Y/n was ready to brag about her husband and the way he could fuck her. "When I was pregnant, oh my gosh, he was insane like wild all day every day."

It made her shiver thinking about it. Spencer had been away on a case when she really popped, and as soon as he saw her pregnant with his child, he went crazy. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

"So when you got together, was he, you know, a virgin?" Penelope steered the conversation back to the question everyone at the BAU had wondered before they learned he had a wife and child.

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My #1 post of 2022

The guaranteed way to get to sleep

reader having a hard time sleeping and spencer noticing that and that she is touch starved so he lets them cuddle and she finally sleeps and just fluff <3 + reader having a hard time sleeping (either insomnia or just regular trouble sleeping) and spencer realizing that they're touch starved and he lets them sleep with him and they finally sleep?

a/n: i'm not sure if this was the same anon, but either way thank you for this request🤍

Summary: Spencer is the only one who can recognize the signs of needing someone in the new agent

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: tiny implied mention of Maeve | touch starved reader

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There were many things stressful about working at the BAU. Mostly the serial murder, but the effect of seeing what they saw each day had really started getting to Y/n a few months in.

For weeks, she'd been struggling to sleep, waking up with the same recurring nightmares and haunting visions. It had gotten so bad she had become known as the superlative of coffee addicts- a title that was hard to take from Spencer-

For as long as the nightmares had been going on, Y/n had been keeping her feelings bottled up, not telling anyone what was going on in her mind in case they saw it as a sign of weakness. The unit had been her dream since she was first in the academy. It had taken 5 years to get there, and she wasn't about to have anyone thinking she wasn't cut out for it.

It was incurable, and she found herself awake on the jet in the middle of the night journey. It was only three of them, coming back from San Diego where she'd gone along on a prison consult with JJ and Spencer.

JJ was out as soon as they got on the jet, curled up on the double seat, but all Y/n could do was look out the window at the dark sky and let her mind race.

The cold window pressed against her cheek was a constant reminder she was awake, and the tiny flickering of lights across the country should have been enough to put her to sleep. It was as relaxing as it could be without letting her sleep.

"What's wrong?" A voice unmistakably Spencer's made her jump in surprise as he sat on the single-seat across from her. He knew the signs, all of them from only two years ago after he'd been forced to watch someone he loved die.

Y/n flashed him a smile filled with false confidence, trying to brush his concern off. "Nothing."

He tipped his head to the side like he was asking if she seriously thought he'd believe that. "I can't help you if you don't tell me." He reminded her.

Over the three months, she'd worked with the team, they'd grown close. Of course, everyone was welcoming, but she found it easy to get along with Spencer. If her feelings weren't totally unreciprocated and bordering on inappropriate, she would have asked him out, but he'd only ever treated her like a colleague, so her little crush stayed buried.

"What makes you think I want you to help me?" She asked, much snarkier than she wanted to. Immediately, she felt guilty when she realized why she'd taken that tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Spencer assured her, reaching out to touch her hand. "How long has it been?"

Frowning, she wondered if he could possibly know, but it seemed unlikely. She'd only seen a side of him that was protective, articulate, and well presented, and while it was unrealistic, it wasn't hard to assume he was perfect. "What do you mean?" She hesitantly asked.

"Since you slept." He clarified, not willing to let her dodge the question.

"Three days." She mumbled, pulling her knees tighter to her chest like it would bring her human comfort. Over the months, she'd become more anxious, stressed, and generally sad, and she knew it wasn't just because of her job. It was dangerously near to a full-scale breakdown, teetering on the edge of a.

The look on Spencer's face was far from the judgment she expected. It was... caring in a way she wasn't sure she could care for herself. "L/n, you know you can't go on like that." He reminded her.

"How do you make it stop?" She asked voice just a whisper from trying not to cry. All the emotions were intense from the hours she'd spent awake, threatening to spill over at any moment. "I can't stop seeing...things when I close my eyes." She explained like he didn't get it, shivering as she envisioned the memories.

One thing Spencer hated about his job was the fact other people had to do it. Especially when they were as pure as Y/n was. The way she gripped his hand like it was her lifeline led him to deduce something else was going on.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time someone hugged you?" He asked, rubbing his thumbs in circles.

Y/n had no idea what his question was supposed to mean, but she answered it regardless. "A long time."

"Come on." Spencer knew what he needed to do, pulling her out of her seat and over to the unoccupied couch.

Y/n's confused expression didn't stop as she tried to figure out what he possibly could have wanted. Spencer didn't let her hypothesize for too long, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her body into his chest.

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