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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 month ago

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Rumor Has It

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: Your boyfriend is a well-known street racer who will never back down from a challenge. When someone new comes to town challenging him, he’ll do anything to come out on top… and that includes giving you up.

Square Filled: street racing (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Harry straps on his racing gloves as you’re watching him from your spot on the bed. He spent the last two hours getting ready for what will be a disaster waiting to happen. Your boyfriend is known for his love of cars. There is a group of guys that pick a spot in every city and race their precious cars. It’s illegal as shit and nearly gets someone arrested every time they do it, but there is no stopping him.

He quickly climbed the ranks of being one of the fastest yet riskiest racers this town has ever known, and now there aren’t many who want to go up against him. These days, he races with friends in a friendly game rather than for money. Not this race. This race is different. Someone new came into town last week and has been passing rumors to everyone.

Rumor has it that this man is a beast. Rumor has it that no one has lost against him. Rumor has it that someone like Harry is child’s play compared to the men he’s been up against. The racers always pick a desolate part of town to race in knowing there won’t be anyone on the road to block them, but not this man. He’s known to race in the open with other cars on the road.

Not once has he crashed and not once has he been caught. His name has been filtered through every town he’s been in, and it managed to reach all the way to your small town in the middle of nowhere. Of course, as soon as Harry found out that he was coming to town, he had to challenge him to a race. There is something Harry wants, and he’s going to make sure he gets it after he wins this race.

Harry’s good but he’s not Dean Winchester good.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask. “Do you not realize who you’re going up against?”

“I’ve been preparing for this all week. I can do it.”

“You’re either going to lose or get caught. The police have been cracking down on these races lately.”

Harry turns and glares at you through his shaded glasses.

“The only one who is going to get caught is Dean. I don’t need you worrying about me. I’ll be fine.”

Normally, you never go to these races because you don’t like them. In one race, someone crashed into a pole and lost his life. It was cold outside and he slipped on a patch of black ice. Ever since that, you’ve been asking Harry not to race. Still, he won’t listen to you. Lately, he’s been dismissing your every thought. He’s been more distant since Dean got to town, and you tell yourself it’s because of the race. Dean will leave soon and he’ll go back to being yours.

Why is it that when you think about that, you become empty inside?

Harry is a good boyfriend but he’s not the best. He’d choose racing over you any day. Why do you stay with him, then? Maybe being in a relationship with him is better than being alone. If you think that, you shouldn’t be in a relationship. What else are you going to do? You moved to this town for Harry so your entire family is on the west coast.

You can’t go back to them no matter how much you’re hurting here.

The only reason you’re going to this one is because of Dean. You can’t help but be intrigued by the mystery surrounding the man. You’ve heard he’s a ladies’ man and oozes sex appeal. Guess you won’t know until you see him, huh?

You and Harry leave for the race that’s happening on the outskirts of town. There is a guy who runs in Harry’s circle whose father is the chief of police. He knows he won’t be sticking his nose in their business tonight because of some case they’ve been working on for weeks, so this race should be free of police. There is already a crowd forming when you get there, and an even bigger following since Dean is here.

Harry’s prized race car is a 1987 Chevy Monte Carlo SS that he only uses whenever he’s racing. She hasn’t let him down since, but you think that’s all going to change. Dean’s prized possession is a 1967 Chevy Impala that Harry has always wanted. It’s one of his dream cars. The fact that Dean has one and is flaunting it here pisses Harry off.

Harry leaves your side and approaches Dean with the intent to trash-talk him. The crowd forms around the two men, and you stand on a few rocks to get a better view of Dean. His back is turned to you but from what you can see, he is a beastof a man. Tall, muscular, and not at all fazed by Harry’s attempt to shake him down.

“Is this supposed to make me fear you?” Dean chuckles.

“No, but you better watch your back, Winchester,” Dean smirks but he doesn’t say anything. “Care to make this interesting?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“A bet on who wins. If you’re not scared, that is.”

“Do I look like the kind of man who gets scared?”

The crowd whispers to each other at his comment, and Harry glares at him. You push past the crowd to get to the inner circle where you have a full view of Dean. Damn, he looks even better from the front. Sharp jaw, short hair, and bright green eyes. Harry might be threatening him but there is a mischievous glint in Dean’s eyes.

“Alright, Winchester. If I win,” Harry looks around the crowd and smirks, “I get your Impala.”

The crowd gasps and chatter picks up. There is no way Dean will ever give up his precious car, so most think he will back out on this deal. Dean knows he’s going to win but it’s amusing to play Harry’s game. His eyes scan the crowd and they land on you, and you freeze from the intensity of his gaze. There’s something… primal… with the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re his prey but you know he won’t hurt you if he catches you.

“Okay,” he draws his gaze back to Harry, “if you win, you get my car.” Again, the crowd gasps. “If I win,” he looks at you with a smirk, “I get your girl.”

“Fine, yes, she’s yours. Take her.”

You gasp at the audacity your boyfriend has for just giving you away like you’re property or something to own. Someone blows a whistle and the crowd disperses to the side since the race is starting. People push past you but you seem to be rooted where you stand. You can’t take your eyes off Harry.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” You look at Dean who winks. “I don’t lose.”

You find your footing and step back to the sides where everyone else is. Harry and Dean get in their cars and start them up. Harry revs his engine loudly to show off but Dean stays calm. He doesn’t win races by being cocky. The race is twenty miles long, and there are people every couple of miles to track their progress who will then report back to the announcer so he can inform the crowd what’s going on.

The person who whistled whistles again and they’re off. Dean and Harry take off down the road, the crowd cheering for both of them. Half think Dean is going to win while the other half cheers for Harry. Harry passes the fifth mile first with Dean right behind him, but Dean passes the tenth mile first. They’re neck and neck with one passing the other constantly. Once they reach ten miles, they have to turn around and come back, so that’s what they’re doing now.

You bite your thumbnail nervously as you wait for someone to come around the corner. Do you want Harry to win? Absolutely not. You can’t stand the idea of him getting his way after he pulled that shit with you. Do you want Dean to win? Maybe? Maybe he’s the reason you’re looking to end things with Harry. He’s the courage you never knew you had.

The entire crowd falls silent when they hear the rumble of an engine approaching. Five seconds later, the sleek black Impala comes racing around the corner, picking up a shit ton of dust. The crowd erupts in cheers knowing Dean is going to win this race. Harry is less than half a mile behind him but it’s too late. Dean crosses the finish line and screeches to a stop. He hops out of the car and stalks over to you.

Harry’s scar screeches to a halt right next to Dean’s car, and he gets out with an angry red face. Dean grabs your waist and pulls you in, kissing you deeply. He slides his hand into your hair and holds your head steady so he can control every aspect of the kiss. To say you’re surprised is an understatement. He’s a great kisser, better than Harry, and you’re wondering if he’s like this in the bedroom.

“Call me when you break up with him,” he says when he pulls away. “You might be my good luck charm.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

He walks toward the crowd and accepts his victory while Harry hangs behind with his close friends. You touch your lower lip and watch Dean reap the rewards. Yeah, Harry’s gone. He’s no one compared to the great Dean Winchester.

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embersofhope-if · 10 months ago

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What interactive fiction would you recommend (besides this one)?

oh anon i follow over 150 if blogs let me get you some of my favorites😊 This is very long so all of them are under the cut🫶

some of these you'll probably already have heard of bc of how popular they are, but trust me, they're popular for a reason, lmao

these ones all have demos (if i messed up and some dont uh ignore that)

@infamous-if - "You're going to be a superstar, no matter what it takes." genuinely one of my favorites ifs (seven lawless my beloved please come back home the kids are asking whats taking so long)

@coeluvr - "You play as the only remaining member of the royal family of Vesphire; living in the home of the man who took away everything from you." another ive been obsessed with recently. i will forever love revenge stories (and my pookie helios)

@merrycrisis-if - "As a late 20-something year-old fresh from a recent break-up and struggling to pay rent in New York, life throws up more questions than answers."

@ramonag-if - "When your village is razed to the ground, you're left fleeing with an exiled prince. You can trust no one but each other. Your father's dying wish was to protect the prince, but can you really trust a man who was exiled from his kingdom?"

@nyehilismwriting / Project Hadea - "Set in a distant future, you play the role of an elite operative of Scytha Industries, a private contracting firm. ‘Contracting’, in this case, refers to anything from political assassinations, to private security, to bodyguard services."

@vapolis - "You’re a mercenary, gun for hire, assassin, information extractor, delivery person – call it what you want, because the people that hire you for your services don’t give much of a shit what you call yourself as long as you actually get them what they want."

@godsandvillains-if - "As the only metahuman with the ability to wield the powerful Chaos Magic, your very blood holds the answers to unlocking the secrets behind the control of time and space, but it has the drawback of being almost completely volatile."

@hvllowheart - "LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER is a spy game where you take on the role of an agent under the codename Wraith, who up until two years ago was one of the best agents TERRA has ever made. now the agency returns into your life and pulls you back into the field as agents go missing by the dozens."

@eyesofshan-if - "Years ago, you were uprooted from the only home you had ever known and captured to be sold as a slave. Now, war is at your doorstep once more while you are left in a delicate position — as a commander of the country that invaded your homeland. While investigating a case of illegal human trafficking, you come across a plot that threatens to rip this tentative peace apart."

@apt502-if - "Moving from your small home to New York City was supposed to be a dream. You were supposed to start your new life with your long-distance partner and dive headfirst into full-on adulthood. Everything was supposed to be perfect. How can you not love being in your mid-twenties in the Big Apple?That is until your put-together, white collar partner dumps you the same day you arrive. Fun."

@acourtofserpents - "As the only human in the Kingdom of Faerie, you're no stranger to shining eyes that hold looks filled with hatred, lips painted in the color of forest fruits whispering your name, heads with pointed ears turning at your every step. Though you long for their approval, for a place amongst the wicked immortals, they remind you with every breath you take that as you came from dirt, to dirt you will return."

@softlyopulent-if - "All of King Adder’s children are a mystery to the common folk, but you—you are nothing but a ghost. A ghost, that spends eighteen years locked away in the deepest part of the palace, so that no eyes may lay upon you.And those that do—they do not treat you kindly.And when you are finally of age, at last, you are betrothed to the child of the King of a far away kingdom, to secure an alliance that your father has been seeking for years.And you are swept away to a place even more foreign than your own land, to be wed to a stranger that looks at you with contempt. To live in a kingdom of citizens that despise you. And perhaps, just perhaps, fight a war."

@heromaker-if - "Stories of heroes, legends and chosen ones are commonplace. But you'd never thought it was your child who would have to save the world from the Demon Lord's clutches."

@theabyssal - "In The Abyssal, you assume the control of a powerful deity that was betrayed by their fellow gods. Imprisoned against your will for all eternity, you had a long time to plan your revenge."

@milaswriting - "By birth, and association, you are one of the most famous people in the big city of Lehsa. Your father's the mayor, and you're from a bright, vibrant, bustling city... and yet, until recently, you didn't realise all the secrets yourself and the city held."

@zico-if - "You were supposed to be a sacrifice in order to bring an eldritch god to your realm, a sacrifice that was never supposed to live. Instead of dying and summoning the god intended, you find yourself face to face with an ancient being that was chained and locked away for the horrors they once committed."

@collegetennisoriginstory - "Experience the ups-and-downs of life as a freshman on the Cargill University varsity tennis team amongst a colorful cast of characters."

@disenchantedif - "You used to be a beacon of hope. Now they only know you as the failure, the Unchosen. Will you rise above them? Will you become better or far worse than they could ever imagine?"

@bouncyballcitadel - "Play as a first-year surgery intern at Citadel Health. Will you become the star intern and curry the favor of the chief? Or will you uncover Citadel Health’s secrets and break a story or two? This will be the best and worst year of your life. Don’t forget to save lives and break some hearts along the way."

@leoneliterary - "You play as a thief pressed into the employ of a mysterious nobleman. With the your life, the fate of your guild, and your honor on the line, you'll have to navigate the perils of the royal court and combat a more mystical threat. The story is set in Cusmo, the naturally fortified, desert capital of Hashind, and will showcase the much praised Upper Cusmo, the crime ridden Lower Cusmo, and much more."

@doriana-gray-games - "Play as your version of Sherlock Holmes in this romance detective game!"

@fallenlightsif - "You are the half-sibling of High General Ezrah Rhys and have lived the past twelve years of your life in Kesdon, the capital of Ebia. You've spent most of your time training and honing your skills for the future that awaits you. A future that is entirely your own."

@shai-manahan - "They call you Ripper. It’s a horrendous name to give to a detective like you, and definitely not one you chose for yourself, but you suppose it’s to be expected given your reputation for putting powerful people behind bars. Businesses feared you. The other cops hated you. Local gangs despised your entire existence. Yet, despite all of that, you remained untouched. Until that day, when all the lies and the deception and the foolish mistakes turned your life upside down."

@larkingame - "someone is after you. for over a decade and a half now, you’ve traveled up, down and across the country--running schemes and hunting fiends with your mentor, con-man-by-day, vampire-hunter-by-night, Wyatt Abrams--the prolific vampire slayer and the living descendant of Gregory Abrams, founder and prophet of the Abrams Family, the nomadic vampire-hunting cult that raised you--and was wiped out years ago. carrying the abrams name means also means carrying on it's enemies--but that isn't to say you haven't forged a couple of your own along the way. now, it seems someone is trying to make good on old threats and promises. they've placed a bounty on your head. so you and wyatt do what you do best: you run away. to some little town, out nevada ways, where the title of town preacher is unexpectedly thrust upon you--bringing back years of trauma you thought long tucked away."

@evertidings - "you are a bounty hunter. responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the international agency of supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. after a particularly tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. and though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there's more to the story."

@rotten-games - Regrets Of The Traitor: "You are the Ruler of Hadaria after killing the previous Queens and betraying all who once trusted you. Sat upon the throne with all the power available to you, one would be forgiven for believing you finished with your quest. With a strange figure in your dreams speaking vague prophecies of magical artifacts, a mysterious cult moving into the city, and a group intent on unseating you from your place, perhaps you’re way in over your head for a farmer’s kid. City of Immortals: "You follow a pair of siblings worlds apart as they get accustomed to their new realities in two very different worlds. One trapped in an unnatural desert wasteland where every resource has a scarcity, not knowing if they’ll be the only one left when everything turns to dust, the other working as a private investigator in a sprawling underground metropolis of the undying. Each not knowing the other is alive, will they unravel the mysteries that somehow connect their two new homes?"

@shepherds-of-haven - "Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat."

@someoneverypretty-world - "As a child, growing up in the slums of Hvinir without any guardians, you believed you would not live to see 30. Until Haven, a thief guild, took you in and taught you how to survive. Facing hardships, the guild leader tasks you to sneak into the castle with the mission to take."

@northern-passage - "The Northern Passage is an 18+ horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border of your home country and in the port cities of the Blackwater. Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…"

@thedecoy-if - "♔ The Decoy is a dark fantasy that follows you, a 21st century normal human, kidnapped to an alternate magical universe to play the part of the missing heir to a powerful throne...who also happens to be your doppelgänger. ♔"

@ripperplague - "You are a doctor, a prodigy in hiding. Deep in the underbelly of Valeris, you hide among the shadows. You work hard to wring the blood stains off your palms, your face...your soul. Redemption and revenge are parallel goals, the flames of rage and disgust mingling. How could anyone ever love you?"

These ones dont have a demo yet, but im still absolutely obsessed

@pavedinashes-if - "You're only 20 when suddenly your life goes bam! Throwing you into a whole new city, a different country even. Wasn't part of the plan, but you know how life loves to mess with plans. People happened, stuff happened, and suddenly you're on the move. The new chapter ahead? Buckle up, 'cause it's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. And guess what? Your step-mom? Yeah, she's right there in the same city. She's always had this knack for trying to steer your ship, like every decision's a GPS checkpoint. But hey, there's this one thing that's never let you down—your skateboard. It's like the buddy that's been with you through thick and thin, the one that never bails. Among all this craziness it's like your anchor. So, the big question is—can you break out of the loop you got in? Find your place in the world and restart or lose yourself in temptation? Time to find out."

@riptide-if - "Your dad has always said you swim as if your were born to be in the water; the rest of your family has always said that he is the whole reason you turned out like that. So, it's not really a surprise when you had used all the money you got for your 7th birthday to buy a surfboard. And even less of a surprise when you started joining small surf competitions by the time you were 10, later followed by bigger competitions. It seems you are the only one surprised when it turns out you're able to compete in the World Surfer's League's Ultimate Tournament Tour*. Thrown into a mix of fellow surfing prodigies, rookies, and pros, do you really have what it takes to win?"

@weepinwriter - "You are inmate No. 1441, incarcerated in Tartarus, the most notorious prison on the continent. You find yourself imprisoned for a crime that you do not remember committing, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about your own identity and purpose. The first memory you have is awakening to the sensation of a gun being shoved into your mouth."

@whatawaitsus - "Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework. That is until students start to go missing."

@evermount - "Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to. Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known."

@forsakensword-if - "When the Deathless, an Ancient Evil that hasn’t been seen in over two million years, returns to Earth, it threatens the extremely precarious peace that has settled between the warring factions of Heaven and Hell. God, in an effort to protect Humanity from the consequences of a war between the Angels and Demons, sends Heaven’s best warriors to banish the Deathless once more. When that ultimately fails, it is declared that God’s Sworn Sword and Heaven’s Chief Angel will be charged with finding a way to destroy the Deathless once and for all. That Angel is you. The Archangel Michael."

@velena-if - "You wake up in a dark, cold place with no memories of yourself, save for one: the memory of your death. It becomes clear soon enough that you are in the Nav, the domain of the goddess of death, Morana, and the sanctuary of all the evil spirits and monsters. For you, Nav will be the place where your life changes forever."

@countdown-if - "Three months ago, life took a sharp turn. Your mother found herself entangled in a situation so bad, she couldn't dig her way out of it, like usual. This time, the hole was way too deep. She needed help, and the only people capable of aiding her were the same ones she had vowed never to allow back into her life, let alone introduce to you and your younger sibling. Who were they? Your grandparents—a powerful and well-established duo. In short, they did manage to help your mother back on her feet, but not without strings attached—never without strings. Now, you're facing a senior year in a private school, fully funded by none other than grandma and grandpa, dearest. The only task at hand: do what your mother couldn't—graduate."

@dropout-if - "This is your first summer home since you began studying in Stanford. That is what everyone thinks. This is your first summer home since you dropped out of college, thus becoming the biggest disappointment in your neighborhood. That is what only you know. "

@stonewall-if - "Stonewall Military Academy: the most brutal, merciless, and unforgiving boarding school in the country. Most recruits either desert or die by the end of their first year. It is where the fiercest and deadliest killers are trained and molded to be the military's steel fist. And it is not for the faint of heart."

@viperdove-if - "You are the Dove, the heir to one of the most powerful crime families in your country. The grip your family--your father--has on their side of the land is tight, and now that you've reached adulthood it's time for you to be fully absorbed into the machinations of gang warfare. That means opium, mercenaries, assassinations. In this ancient world, blood moves people just as much as money does."

@fallen-if - "You are an individual that has been known by many aliases over the years. Child of the dawn, the original sinner, star of the morning. But no matter the name, your identity remains the same. You are the one that defied the heavens, the one that cast aside the shackles of tradition and broke free from the constraints of the divine. You are Lucifer Morningstar - The Fallen Angel. "

@maboroshi-if - "Maboroshi is an Interactive Fiction Game based in the world of Naruto, however, all events within the story span during the end of the First Shinobi War and the beginning of the Second Shinobi War."

@greatprotector-if - "Forced out of your family's farm against your will, you are now an ocean away from home, and you have somehow been chosen to be the main protector of the heir to some kingdom you’ve hardly even heard of. The spot's only open because the former protector died of old age, so that's probably a good indicator that it won't be as strenuous as it sounds. But despite that, you pour yourself into your work. You can't help it. You feel safer decked out in armour, and you like having something you're trusted to look after. Protect some royalty, cover all your blind spots, and try not to worry about all you've left behind."

@retribution-if - "Retribution, He Cries is a revenge story set in the Dark Ages of the fictional world of [REDACTED] and other realms."

@thescarsilivewith-if - "You were a kind monarch once. After your mother’s brutal reign, you thought your people needed respite. Evidently, they didn’t think the same since their bloodthirst only increased. Three years after your coronation, your mother’s favourite consort dethroned you with the army and the clergy’s support. As you fled from the palace together with your spouse, from an arranged marriage celebrated only three months earlier, you were found by slavers. You managed to save your spouse but not yourself. Four years later, your spouse finds you, though you’re not the same person they knew. You are not changed in spirit alone, however, for your magic grew in your captivity and now you’re unbound. When the crown chose you as its owner, you wanted peace for your kingdom. Now the only thing you crave is revenge."

#thanks anon!#this took me way too long lmao #i was gonna add more but u can only @ 50 blogs in one post🙁#anyways! enjoy🫶#rec list #other ifs.

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iid-smile · 5 months ago

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can't get rid of me , fushiguro toji

a strong legacy to be left behind , chapter one

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cw: profanity, mentions of pregnancy (pills) but filtered for megumi's sake, mentions of violence in prison, you're broke, smoking cigarettes

author's note: sigh... im out of my fluff era 😞 (sorry guys) kinda wanted to write something that i think would actually happen in some sort of alternate jjk universe and um idk how far to go because this kind of stuff does happen in the manga, but writing it feels illegal??? idk...

"mom?" megumi peeks out from around the corner in the hallway. "who was calling?"

another groan escapes your lips, around the fifth one in the last three minutes, and you silence your phone once again. "your— excuse my language, shitty deadbeat dad keeps wanting to call me." you slap your hand across your forehead and lean back on the couch, a small creak coming from somewhere below. "apparently he's getting aggressive in prison. shut off the house phone, but they still found my number..."

your son comes closer to you, and you scoop him up, placing him by your side. he glances up at you, and you swear your fight or flight instincts nearly kicked in, (not that you'd be able to fight of a guy as big as toji anyways) flinching slightly from his sharp gaze. it sucks how he looks so much like his dad, because you loved megumi so much. but the image of that guy was almost too much to bear, and he's the spitting image.

"shitty?" he repeats. for a well-behaved kid, he really doesn't respect your words.

"don't say that megs, it's bad language." you swear around him all of the time, so what's the point in scolding him? "only your mama can say it."

"don't tell me what to do."

wow. okay. why do you feel threatened by a six year old? "damn, you've got his attitude too." you mutter, but you've only got yourself to blame for that. you knew you were never cut out to be a mother, so your ways of parenting weren't the best.

he snuggles closer to you, and you openly accept, moving your free hand to his hair to rub over it. "why can't i see toji?"

ah, this lovely story again. "because he left me as soon as you were born, love." really, you couldn't and didn't want to stop yourself from wrapping him up in your arms, feeling the need to protect him. "at this point, he's dead to me. seems like he doesn't feel the same though... i'm so sick of his ass." you also knew it wasn't good parenting to rant to your child about adult issues, but you've only got him to talk to.

that hug was out of comfort then. why are you lying to yourself?

he looks up at you with an irritatingly cute but blank face. "why?"

"god, i hate how many questions you ask." you speak under your breath once again, looking up at the ceiling from any sort of help from a higher being. the amount of times you've had to family-friendly-ify things that have happened isn't even funny. you're not naturally rated u for universal. it's more embarrassing when he recites those same stories to his teachers, and you get called into the school for a little talk.

yikes... here we go. "he lied when he said he gave me the right magical candy after we visited the stork. tried to make it drop you off back to where babies are made in heaven, but i wanted it to deliver you to me, whether he liked that or not." the story's got to be a little filtered somehow. you'd rather not get yourself in the principal's office again. "you're my little hero; a miracle to me. i would've given up on myself ages ago. your dad is a bad, bad man."

the type that would kill. if he found where you lived, or perhaps where megumi goes to school...

"and now i'm left broke in an apartment that barely functions, yet i still spoil my little hero." you sing-song, leaning your head back. "and with what money? i'm broke as hell, megs. can't even make both of us breakfast in the morning cuz your elementary school is too damn expensive."

"is this my fault?"

"...no. no, baby, of course not." you furrow your eyebrows more, a small pout in your lips. "if anything, you made my situation a bit more fortunate."

it's a selfish way of thinking, using your child to avoid solving your problems, using your child to wail and complain about how much you hate your life, but you've got nothing to lose. nothing to lose except for the one person you love.

you can feel your phone buzzing again.

"you stay here and watch tv, okay? mama's gonna go to the kitchen and talk to her friend." he seems a bit relieved as you let go of him, and you stand up.

you hear him mutter. "it's only playing the news though..." no shit it only plays the news, you can't afford to get a good television company that has any kids shows. that is, unless you wanna get scammed out of all of your money.

begrudgingly, you make your way to the kitchen, confirm that you closed the door completely, and answer the vibrating device. "hello?" you sigh, placing the device over your ear.

the other person on the call replies quickly. "is this miss—"

"yeah, yeah, it is. what the hell do you want?"

"um... we apologise, but we strongly suggest that you come to the prison building. he—" the guy's voice cracks. must be really nervous. "pardon me. he's been physically assaulting other inmates and guards, he doesn't follow orders, he never leaves his cell unless it's to visit the closed visits room. you know, in hopes that you'll come..."

obsessed much? where was this energy six years ago? "that's got nothing to do with me."

"please, ma'am. he won't listen to anyone, and we are unable to place him into special facilities as he doesn't emit any cursed energy." ah, he's begging? that's a first. you never would've thought you'd hear a person who works at a prison begging.

cursed energy, cursed energy, this talk again and again and again. "urgh..." you take a deep breath. your options are limited, and they won't stop calling until they can get that lunatic to calm down... surprise, surprise, you really don't want to go.

but if you were really uninterested in him, wouldn't you have already spent the bail money that's been sat on the counter for ages, neatly concealed in an envelope? wouldn't you have paid off all of your debts already? "will i— hm..." choose your words carefully, goddamn it. "can i get a reward of some sort if i go? money?"

"yes, yes! please do visit. there's nothing we can legally do to him in check anymore." ...you think this guy sounds a little too eager.

damn toji and his "supernatural powers", or else you wouldn't get yourself into this mess. finally, after your moment of silence, you respond. "okay. i'll visit."

"thank you—!" you cut off the line.

"fucking bastard..." you drop your phone on the counter, running your hands through your hair and over your face. "stressing me out for what? you don't even love me." your words turn into whispers. with haste, you rummage through your back pocket, trying to find those last few cigarettes, but as your hands were occupied, your eyes moved over to the ashtray that was collecting dust on top of the microwave. oh, right... you don't smoke anymore because there's no ventilation indoors.

you'd have to head out if you wanted to, but then megumi would be in the apartment on his own. and nobody can babysit, because you don't have anybody to ask to babysit. great, you can't smoke until monday. it's a friday afternoon. you have two whole days to get through!

you know for a fact your addiction won't hold out for that long.

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 9 months ago

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Don't Lie to Me

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: life-threatening situations including a bomb and a Branch Davidians-style cult compound, established relationship, hurt/comfort, explicit language, slight emetophobia warning (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You thought Emily was just going out on a typical case until you heard about the standoff at the religious compound. You knew her job was dangerous, but this is a whole new level of terrifying. And you can do nothing but wait. Takes place during S4.E3.

Emily stabbed at the last bit of scrambled egg on her plate and pointed it at you.

"I'd bet my life those kids are being abused," she said, chewing.

You took her plate to the sink, washing up from the early breakfast you'd made to send Emily off on a new case.

"I mean, isn't that kind of the whole point of cults?" you asked, scrubbing at the plates.

"It certainly seems like it." Emily walked over and placed an arm at the small of your back. "Thank you for breakfast. Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"No, I'm okay." You liked the repetitive nature of dishwashing. "You know," you thought out loud, "I was in a cult once."

Emily froze and stared at you, blazer halfway on. "What!?"

"Not that kind of cult. And I got out pretty quick. But... I did believe a lot of crazy things, and I was asked to do some illegal shit."

"Y/N, what!?" she said, slinging her go-bag over her shoulder, reluctant to leave. "What kind of crazy things?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, drying your hands. "I carried anointing oil around for a while. And I thought shadows in corners were demons. Turns out that's just how light works."

Emily placed her hands on your shoulders, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "I have to go, but we will pick this up later because, Y/N, what!? A cult!?" She shook her head and kissed you, then once again on the forehead for good measure.

"It was just a little cult!" you joked, as she walked toward the door. "It's way easier to get dragged in than you'd think. I consider myself a pretty smart person, and even I fell for some of that bullshit."

"Mmkay," she said, leaning in the doorway. "Well, I'll do my best not to join a cult this week, but no promises."

You rolled your eyes at her. "I love you, Em. Be safe."

"Love you too, honey," she said. "See you in a few days."

You shook your head as the door shut behind her. You didn't tell many people about your "cult year," as you liked to call it, because it hadn't been nearly as extreme as most cults were and because you'd gotten out quickly. But, god, you'd believed in some stupid things. The confluence of moving to a new place, developing a severe mental illness, and falling wildly in love with the girl who was second in command had been a perfect recipe for cultish devotion. No matter. You'd made it out. And, well, fool me twice...

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Part of the beauty of working from home is that you could do whatever you wanted most of the day–no pants, no bra, watching the news or TV during lunch, calling Emily whenever you wanted.

You made yourself a sandwich and sat on the couch, turning on the news so that you could fiddle around with your laptop but still have some background noise.

You were scrolling through an article on the best laundry detergents when the reporter mentioned something about La Plata County. You glanced up and turned up the volume. Wasn't that where Emily and Spencer were?

"What is reportedly being called a routine questions and answers meeting by Colorado Child Services has turned into a violent and deadly standoff between Colorado authorities and a fringe religious group known as the Separatarian Sect. The raid on the compound..."

Your heart started to pound. Maybe you'd gotten the name of the county wrong, and Emily wasn't even close. But she had said she was visiting a religious compound and that she was going with Children's Services...

Breathing rapidly, you pulled out your phone and called Emily. Straight to voicemail. You called her again. No answer. You tried to calm yourself down–no need to panic until you knew for sure. You sent Emily a quick text:

Hey love💕 You haven't been forced into a Waco situation have you? The news is going CRAZY. Please text or call when you get a second so I know you're okay. I love you❤️

You moved your work stuff into the living room, piling it on the coffee table and keeping the volume on the news up. You felt sick to your stomach, but tried to stay calm. There was no reason to think Emily was there. Colorado was a huge state. Probably dozens of religious sects. Why would she be at that one? But the longer you went without a text or call from Emily, the more anxious you grew.

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You managed to make it about three hours before losing your goddamned mind with worry. You texted Emily again, called her again, left her an angry voicemail about how people shouldn't worry their girlfriends like this, all with no response. You'd tried Derek, too, but no luck.

Your leg bounced up and down, and you could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You found one of Emily's sweatshirts in the hamper and pulled it over your shirt, balling yourself up on the couch and breathing in the scent of her. She's okay, you told yourself over and over. She's okay, she's okay, she's okay.

A breaking news alert on the TV prompted another update on the La Plata County situation. Your head shot up, and you turned the volume up, not wanting to miss a thing.

"...tactical team into a forced retreat after losing a 30-minute gun battle with sect members. Nobody knows for sure how many people are inside, but it is believed that at least three of the child service members are still trapped in the compound."

You didn't sleep that night. Not even for a moment. You sat on the couch late into the night, waiting for updates on the standoff. With each hour that passed without contact from Emily, you were more and more sure that it was her and Spencer in the compound. You'd tried calling a few more times, but the calls seemed pointless, knowing where she was. You'd waited until a decent hour the next morning to call other team members again–Derek, Penelope, JJ. No one had answered, and you'd only grown more terrified. You were scared to know for sure, but you needed to.

You looked down at your phone and took a deep breath, looking at the one number you'd resisted calling so far: Hotch. You knew Emily'd given you his number for emergencies only, but what was this if not an emergency?

The phone dialed for a few moments before picking up.

"Hotchner."

"Where is she!?" you demanded, all the emotion and fear you'd been putting off for the last day rushing to the forefront.

"Y/N," he sighed, and you could tell just by his voice. "She's–"

"Don't lie to me, Hotch! She's in that compound, isn't she?"

Hotch's words were calm, determined. "We're gonna get her out."

"Don't lie to me." Your voice shook, tears slipping down your face.

"Y/N, I swear to you, I will get her out."

"Okay," you whispered, feeling small and scared.

"I'll call as soon as I can to let you know she's okay, but it's gonna take some time."

"Thank you." You dashed tears from your eyes, sniffling.

"Of course."

The line clicked off and you sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, watching the repeated footage of the compound flash by on the TV. Emily was in there. Emily was in there. And there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You paced back and forth for a while, waiting and waiting for news updates, then decided that all this waiting was futile. If Emily couldn't get home to you, you'd go to her. You booked yourself on the next flight to Durango, packed just the essentials, and ran out the door, filling Sergio's bowl and making a mental note to text a friend to check in on him if you were gone for more than a day or two.

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The hours you were in the air–with nothing but shitty airplane WiFi service–were the worst for you. You refreshed the live news page over and over again, terrified that at any moment, you'd hear news of a mass death.

When you finally got to Durango that night, you drove the rental car as close to the compound as you could, but ATF had it locked down for miles. For now, this was a close to Emily as you could get.

You booked a nearby hotel and, still wrapped in Emily's sweatshirt, sat moon-faced and bleary-eyed on the edge of the bed, watching the news, and waiting, waiting, waiting.

You'd nearly drifted off to sleep when the room filled with a blinding white-orange light. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the screen. The compound went up in flames, debris flying far and wide.

"Oh my god," you said, covering your mouth. "Oh my god."

You ran to the bathroom and vomited, then sat on the cool floor, shaking. You coughed as you hyperventilated, unable to get enough air into your lungs. You wrapped your hands around your head, rocking. There was no way. No way someone would have survived an explosion like that.

You felt like your heart was being ripped apart. It was the hope that hurt the most. The maybe she hadn't been in there? But almost certainly she was. Maybe she was okay? But probably she wasn't. Most likely, she didn't even exist anymore, had gone up in smoke with the rest of the compound, the thought of which made you vomit again. You couldn't fathom it, couldn't envision a world without Emily. You needed her. You hunched on the floor of the hotel room, leaning into the bed, and waited. Waited for news of Emily's death. You hoped that Hotch would call you first. It'd be so much easier to hear it from him, but the reporters were like vultures, and they often got the news first.

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At the compound, a deeply battered Emily, now running out of adrenaline, leaned heavily on Hotch as he walked her to an ambulance.

"You don't have to come with me," she told him, her voice gravelly. "It's not that bad."

"Prentiss, you can barely walk," Hotch protested, watching in concern as she winced climbing into the ambulance. "I wish you'd get on a stretcher."

"I am on a stretcher." Emily gave him a little wave from where she now lay, an EMT strapping her in and taking her vitals.

"I meant before now." Hotch smiled slightly. His team was beat up, but they'd be okay.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. "You need to make a call," he told Emily, putting the phone on speaker as it dialed.

"Oh, god," Emily groaned. "She's gotta be worried sick."

When you picked up, your voice was timid, rough with emotion.

"Hotch?" you whispered, terrified of what he might tell you.

"Hi, honey," Emily said, her voice heavy with love and exhaustion. It hit her, all of a sudden, that there was a good chance she might not have made it out. That she would never have seen you again. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Em!" you cried between sobs. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"I'm a little banged up, but I'll make it."

"You scared the shit out of me!" you yelled, equal parts furious at her for putting her life in danger and relieved that she was okay. Emotions tumbled through your body like ocean waves.

Emily smiled and wiped a few tears from under her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Is Spencer there? Is he okay, too?"

Emily exhaled shakily. "Yeah, he's fine. We're all fine."

"Where are you?"

"Uh, in an ambulance."

"Which hospital are they taking you to?" you asked, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your keys off the hotel desk.

"Mercy?" Emily said, repeating what the EMT told her.

"I'll meet you there."

"No, honey, you don't need to come all the way here," Emily protested. "I'm okay. I'll be home in a few days."

"I'm already here, Em. Don't even try to fight me on this."

"You're here!? In Colorado?!"

"At a hotel. As close to the compound as I could get."

"You came?" Emily confirmed, her voice quiet, like she couldn't quite believe someone would love her enough to be there.

"Emily," you breathed. "Of course I did."

A few tears escaped Emily's eyes, and Hotch looked away.

"Now," you said, clearing your throat and trying to pull yourself together. "Please, please, let the doctors take care of you. I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," she sniffled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Emily said, before hanging up and handing the phone back to Hotch.

The EMT handed her a paper towel to use as a tissue and she laughed, dabbing at her eyes and nose. "Thanks," she said.

Hotch smiled, watching her.

"What?" she said.

"She really loves you."

"I know."

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At the hospital, Emily heard you before she saw you. You were the first thing she heard after waking up from surgery, and she couldn't help but smile. You were giving the nurses a run for their money, which was saying something. You were usually so patient, so accommodating. Not today.

"Look," you railed at the nurse's station. "I've been in the waiting room for hours! I have been awake for three days straight, and my girlfriend has been a cult hostage that whole time! I am not in the mood to be held hostage too! Take me to her now, or I swear to god I will get the fucking FBI director on the line."

Emily's face brightened when you came in the room, but yours fell. She looked awful. Her face was bruised and swollen, bandages covered her body, and her arm was in a cast.

"Oh, Em," you said, your voice breaking, as you grabbed her hand, pressing your palm gently to her cheek.

"I'm okay." But she wasn't, and you could tell.

"It's okay, baby," you reassured her, running your fingers gently through her hair. "You don't have to be okay now, alright? I'm here. I'm here to take care of you."

Her breath hitched, and you could tell she was fighting off tears. It broke your heart. She always felt like she needed to be strong. It was time to let someone else be strong for a change.

You lowered the railing of the hospital bed, and lifted yourself in, gently pulling Emily into you. She grasped desperately at your shirt and fought off sobs.

"Shh," you whispered, cradling her head. "Let it out, love. I'm right here. You're safe now."

You held her while she cried, heartbroken that she'd been so scared and so hurt and, yet, proud that she handled it like no one else in the world could. And for neither the first time nor the last, you felt the immense weight and honor of being someone Emily Prentiss felt safe enough to break down with.

When she quieted, you rocked her and held her and placed small, gentle kisses on her head, trying to convey all your love for her, all your protectiveness toward her through osmosis.

You remembered, quite suddenly, the last conversation you'd had before Emily left, about cults.

"I told you," you whispered, giggling.

"Told me what?"

"That it was easy to get dragged into a cult."

"That is not the same," Emily argued, playfully shoving you. "I was held hostage. You were just dumb."

"Ouch."

"You didn't hoard weapons or anything, did you?"

"No," you scoffed. "Of course not."

"Well, what'd you do?" she pressed.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you did some illegal shit in the cult, so what did you do?"

"Oh," you laughed. "Nothing too serious. We bugged some people's rooms, recorded conversations."

"...Why?"

"We thought they were in cahoots with the devil."

Emily laughed, then grabbed her ribs, wincing. "'Cahoots with the devil!?' God, I'm so glad I found you after your religious days."

"What can I say? You get the very best of me."

Emily beamed up at you, pulling you down by your collar to kiss you. You stayed gentle and soft, mindful of her split lip and bruised face.

You held your forehead to hers, breathing in her scent. That familiar Emily scent that you'd been so sure you'd never get again.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," you whispered.

"I won't," Emily said, burying her face in your chest.

"Don't lie to me."

You felt her smile into your skin. "I'll try."

You sighed and grinned. "I guess that'll do. But only because I love you so much."

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss one shot #emily prentiss drabble

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blackenedsnow · 1 month ago

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We need more content of P4!! So this man is married and expecting a child why do we need this pathetic man to be a father...thx :3

p4 dude as a husband and father ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (4) Dude x Reader

NOTE: I wasn’t sure if you wanted an x Reader, but I went with it just in case and hope it’s okay! Thank you for the ask. Sending all my love, and I hope you enjoy!

When you told Dude you were pregnant, his first reaction was just shock.

"You’re joking, right? I mean, me? A dad?”

He needed a solid five minutes to process before muttering,

“Well, shit. I guess I better stock up on diapers and dog food.”

Despite his outwardly casual reaction, there’s a small, genuine smile he can’t suppress whenever he thinks about it.

Dude’s version of “baby-proofing” includes nailing questionable items to the ceiling and attaching “Keep Out” signs on anything sharp, flammable, or radioactive.

He 100% tries to haggle for baby gear at the pawn shop.

You catch him swapping a flamethrower for a car seat and have to remind him that’s… probably illegal.

You find him reading a parenting book one night. “Just checking to see if the kid’s gonna inherit my good looks,” he quips.

You have to veto names like “Postal Junior,” “Boomstick,” and “Doom Slayer” before finally settling on something normal… mostly because you refused to sign the birth certificate otherwise.

Dude insists he’s not scared, but the second you get Braxton Hicks contractions, he’s sprinting in circles with the hospital bag, shouting, “WHAT DO I DO?!”

He has a mini existential crisis over whether he can be a good dad.

But after some quiet reflection (and a stiff drink), he promises he’ll at least try.

He’s surprisingly gentle with the baby.

Sure, he’s awkward and terrified of breaking them, but the moment he holds them, something softens.

“Hey, kid. You’re not crying, so I guess we’re doing okay, huh?”

Baby’s first laugh happens when Dude trips over Champ’s toy and faceplants into the couch.

You walk in one day to find him napping on the couch with the baby on his chest.

#postal dude #postal #postal 4 #postal dude x reader #postal 4 dude x reader #postal 4 x reader #postal 4 dude #postal 4 no regerts #x reader #ask #fanfic #request #oneshot

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for not reminding a coworker to punish one of our students due to my concerns over her home life?

I (20F) am a teacher at a local daycare. I teach the school-aged group, which is kids aged 5 to 10 years old. I have a student, I will be calling her Joann (6F) who gets herself into trouble occasionally. It's never anything malicious, but she's young, and usually needs lots of reminders on rules, keeping her feet on the floor, keeping her voice down, things like that. I used to discipline her exactly like my other students- and sometimes she'd get her card flipped from green to orange or yellow. It meant that her behavioral problems were never severe, but she would get in trouble sometimes. I talked to her mother about it, and one time, she ended up telling a very irresponsible lie that could have jeapordized my job. She told a teacher that I let the kids talk, run around, play with toys etc while they're supposed to be silently watching movies. This would be me openly defying my co-teacher (50F) and our schedule, and encouraging bad behavior. They'd told the lie in order to try and get away with talking and playing toys during movie time. My co teacher asked about it and obviously I told her it wasn't true. I had a serious conversation about this with Joann's mom. Usually she doesn't do things like this and it could've cost me big time, even if I didn't get fired it could be a complaint, cost me my co teacher's trust and friendship, or gotten me moved to a different age group. Her mom hit the roof. Screamed at her until Joann was in tears and threatened to beat her in front of all her "little friends" (which is illegal to do on daycare grounds btw, she was implying this would happen at the daycare) and it honestly even scared me. She forced the child to apologize to me and left with her. I felt so bad because the girl was only 6, and clearly very scared.

I only got more concerned for her from here, she told me multiple times that her mommy gives her "pop-pop" (some sort of spanking or hitting, as she uses this term and "whooping" interchangeably and tells me that it hurts and makes her scared) when she gets her card flipped even once. A single card flip is a minor behavior issue, maybe something to have a chat about at home but never a serious concern. I brought this up with the Director (basically my boss, and the owner of the daycare) and she explained to me that unfortunately, Joann's mother hitting her at home is not something we can call CPS about, as it's only illegal in this state if she leaves visible marks, which I've never seen on the child. She suggested I adjust my disciplinary style for Joann to focus more on time-outs and other punishments and less on card flips. The director also brought this up with my co teacher so she was in the loop.

Yesterday, Joann was misbehaving. It was something small, like leaning in her chair, but it had been happening so often and we'd had to remind her so many times that it got on my co teacher's nerves, and she told the kid that she was going to flip her card because she was just not listening, but mentioned she'd do it once she got up, because she was busy. I wasn't, but I made no moves to get up and silently hoped it'd slip her mind. I didn't want her mom to see that Joann got her card flipped and end up hurting her. In the end, she totally forgot and Joann went home with a green card.

I feel bad because I know Joann needs discipline and does need to have talks at home when she misbehaves, and taking that away can be bad for her development. But I also can't be sure her mom has those talks with her, and I know for a fact she's hitting her. So, AITA? TL;DR: Intentionally let my co-teacher go without disciplining a student at the end of the day, because I knew her mom would hit her when she got home.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lushta1es0nm3 · 9 months ago

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You Make Me Sick

Pairing: Im Changkyun x reader

Summary: “I’m not joking,” he told you, “in all seriousness, I want to give it to you.”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut 💋

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request are always open. Thank you. Please enjoy. 😊

Walking passed the couch, a familiar hand connected with you ass causing a loud smack to echo across the room. You huffed turned around with unimpressed look.

“I’m not in the mood to fucking play.” You stated with a small roll of your eyes.

“I’m in the mood to fuck though.” Changkyun smirked at you and bit his lip.

“Boy,” you started, “stop playing.”

“TMI,” Kihyun frowned, cutting you off as he walked passed you, towards the kitchen with a cup in his hand, “nobody needs to know that, and damn where are the rest of your pants?”

“Hey, I’m not the one wearing booty shorts,” Changkyun started in his defense.

“Okay,” Minhyuk cut in appearing out of nowhere and sitting on the other end of the couch, “we get it, she has a nice ass, the shorts are doing there job,” he sighed scrolling through his phone, “but the furthest you’ll ever get is just touching it.”

“I should throw something at the both of you.” You scoffed, “you both know it’s not like that-,”

“Well than what’s it like,” Kihyun asked standing in the doorway, “you guys wrestle all the time, it’s like you’re in a none relationship relationship.”

“We wouldn’t fight if he’d keep his hands to himself,” You stated.

The two men both let out a loud sigh, “Denial is a river in Egypt.” Minhyuk stated.

Just as you were about to say something back, Changkyun grabbed a handful of your ass. You swing at him, he dodged and took off running.

“Comeback here!” You hollered out chasing behind him. Ignoring the remarks the other two men were making.

They had a point though, every since you guys moved in together, you and Changkyun always fought. It started with little comments, then to full on randomly feeling you up. It always ended with you both wrestling, with Changkyun doing his best to dodge your hits and you having a your legs somehow wrapped around him so he wouldn’t get away.

An every other day occurrence, because he liked teasing you because you were somewhat insecure about your appearance sometimes. He started to like you, so this was his main method to get your attention. Sure he had chicks falling head over heels for him, but not you, you lived with him and saw him everyday. So his looks meant nothing to you.

After finally catching him, you held him down and pulled his ears, a string of swears lift your lips in the process. He retaliated by breaking free and gently squeezing on your belly fat. So you tried to bite him, failing miserably. He laughed at you making you more annoyed, now aiming to give him a purple nurple. He yelped and grabbed your hands, you went to swear. Just as he bit a mouthful of one of your boobs.

Hot and now angry, you let out an unexpected sound and snatched away from him. He smirked at you, licking his lips. Both of you were out of breathe now “I’m going to kill you!” You yelled on outrage diving back on to him now going full force.

Why, because he’d bit down on your tender zone, something he’s never did before, what made it worse was the fact that the bra you were wearing was thin. So bitch, you felt every last bit.

A set of strong arms pulled you off of him, “Alright, that’s enough.” Hyunwoo stated holding you back with one arm. Watching as Changkyun got off the floor and began dusting himself off with a giant smile.

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo called your name stopping you from swearing, “it’s over, stop it.” you huffed in anger and looked away folding your arms, “please,” he continued, “stop fighting.”

“He started it.” You grumbled like a grown ass child.

“Those shorts are illegal!” Jooheon remarked from a distance.

“Hey,” you replied in defense, “I thought everyone was gone, I just wanted some water.”

“Here, put these on before they faint” Hyungwon handed you pair of sweats, “guys, chill.”

You did as instructed, putting them on over your shorts, still glaring a whole at Changkyun, who was eyeing you like candy. You really wanted to body slam him regardless of height and weight difference. Peeved off and slightly turned on, how dare he?

“Y/N,” Hyunwoo sighed looking at you sternly, “it was agreed that you wouldn’t wear such a thing around the house. In the privacy of your room of course it’s fine but not outside.”

“I know,” you frowned, “I seriously thought everyone was gone,” you pouted a little because you felt it was unfair, “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry guys.” You apologized to the others.

“Changkyun,” Hyunwoo looked at him with the same expression, “stop pecking on her, if she smacked your ass for no reason you wouldn’t like it,” he sighed, “apologize and please leave her alone.”

He did as instructed after hearing the seriousness in Hyunwoo’s voice. Hyunwoo had everybody apologizing for being rude to each other. After which you dismissed yourself to your room to figure out how to knock Changkyun out for playing too damn much.

The a few days later, you made it home just before dark, you changed quickly and went into the kitchen to figure out what to make for dinner. It was quiet so you assumed everyone was out handling their schedules. You’d been out for the past few days, because of the location you decided to stay out until you were done.

You sighed and closed the refrigerator door and turned to head to your bedroom. Your heart left your chest at the sight of Changkyun standing in the doorway, looking half asleep with his hair in disarray.

“Dude what the fuck!” You managed to let out holding your chest.

He just yawned at you and rubbed his eyes, “what time is it?” He asked you sounding stopped up.

“I don’t know, it just got dark.” You answered, deciding to go to your room to for your charger before you started cooking. You walked passed him, texting Kihyun as you did so, just to see if you need to cook enough for everyone. You were not paying attention to the fact that Changkyun was following you.

You reached for your door handle but he stopped you by grabbing your hand and quickly dragging you to his room. You managed to pull your hand out of his grip just as he entered his room.

“Man, I’m not in the mood for you games.” You started as he went around you and closed the door.

“Me either.” He agreed as he again grabbed you and pulled you into bed with him.

“Let me go.” You demanded, putting up a fight.

He coughed before be shushed you, wrapping up with you “let’s just sleep.”

“Dude are you sick?” You asked now taking a closer look at him.

He shushed you again while holding you tight and let out another cough. You frowned and used your free hand to check his temperature.

“Bruh,” you sighed, “your burning up, I don’t want to get sick-,”

“Y/N,” Changkyun mumbled his grip loosening a little, “please, I won’t do anything, just cuddle with me,” he coughed again but kept talking, despite his sore throat, “your soft and comfy. Just this once, don’t fight me.”

You sighed, dropping your arm and thinking for a second, “if you so much as.” You’d topped talking the moment he grabbed a helping handful of your ass, “I’m out, let me go before I break-,”

“This is as far as I’m going,” he acknowledged, cutting you off, “any further and you can kick my ass.”

He coughed again and by the sound of it, you could tell that his throat was burning. He sniffled, his eyes were closed but he still held you close. With one of your legs around his waist, you lay on your side facing him, while he held a handful of one of your soft ass cheeks.

“Fine,” you sighed out feeling bad for the sick man, “but if you do anything else I’m kicking you in the nuts.”

“Thank you,” He whispered his voice now vibrating through you as his hold tightened up around you a little.

You couldn’t be too mad, because no lie, you were comfortable. So comfortable you didn’t complain about how every now and again he’d squeeze your ass and caress it. Bitch, you were so comfortable you dozed off and when he moved to take off his shirt and sweatpants before assuming the position again, you said not a word of protest, that is until you felt his hand go further.

With it you felt him twitching between your legs, you groaned softly the moment you felt Changkyuns hand make contact with your clothed folds.

“Bruh, stop it.” You sighed barley opening your eyes, “let’s just sleep.”

He hummed out a response as he rubbed you twice and opened his eyes to look down at you. He himself was asleep and unaware of what he was doing, “Shit,” he mumbled in response with a small cough, “I’m sorry, I thought I was dreaming.”

He went to close his eyes, but as if on autopilot he’d began rubbing gentle circles on your folds. Don’t lie, you were wet, he was doing it right, just like you liked it, making you grow needy instantly.

“Changkyun,” you sighed out, “chill before I bit your titty.” you warned.

He finally looked down at you, his voice vibrating through again, “You say that but I can feel how wet you are through your clothes.” He smirked at you as he kept going.

“So what,” you huffed, not in the mood to play, “we’re not dating, I’m not letting you fu-,” your words caught in your throat as you sucked in a breath and bit your lips. He’d begun to steadily apply pressure, making you want to moan.

He kept going as you locked eyes with him, you went to pull away but your hand landed on his arms. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly and your grip on his bicep tightened. He stopped and moved his hand away, still looking at you.

“You make me sick,” you breathe out letting go of his arm.

“But, you some me to finish.” Changkyun stated the obvious, watching your facial expression, enjoying the now needy look in your eyes.

“You ass,” you huffed because you wanted to feel the relief after chasing a high, “I should’ve known better.”

“I’m not joking,” he told you, “in all seriousness, I want to give it to you.”

Girl, you thought it over a for a second, but the sudden feeling of how hard he was, was now pressing between your legs made you throw caution to the wind. You nodded your head and he kissed you, gently and firmly, gently grabbing the waistband of your pants, leaving you in your underwear as he began pulling them down, allowing you a moment to kick the off.

Changkyun pulled away and kissed at your neck, his hand going back to your wet folds. He pushed your underwear to the side and began to he rub firm circles on your clit. Never changing from the position you were in, laying on your side facing each other.

Changkun made his way down, to the point where your breast were in his face, he left your wetness for a brief moment to left your shirt and take a breast out to suck on generously. Returning to the neediest part of you he fingered you steadily with added pressure.

Your head were in his hair, you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. Your body was tingling and trembling, you wanted to feel more as the heat of your walls screamed for mare pleasure. Unbeknownst to you, as you thought Changkyun began to do it. Making his way back up. He kissed your lips, eating at them as he began rubbing his length against your clit teasingly.

You whimpered, now realize how big he was, thinking that you may not be able to take it. You felt Changkyun pressing at your entrance, just the tip was in, you were right around him. You sucked in a breath and let out a low whispered moan as he began thrusting into you gently, feeding more of cock with each thrust.

Until he was deep inside filling you to the brim with his length, your walls were so tight around him, he allowed you both a moment to get used to the tight fit. Going back to eating at your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipples as he sucked each of them.

You let out a low whine as Changkyun started back thrusting deep into you, with one hand on your hip, holding you close as he kissed you. Knowing that you wanted to be vocal about how good it felt. Squeezing your ass, he picked up the pace, pulling closer wanting to go deeper into the heat that squeezed his length tight.

Your were gripping onto his arms as he fucked you slowly in the dark room. Until you felt your stomach clench and your body shiver. You creamed as he held you in place, waiting until you were done to continue, a little harder and faster. You felt him twitch inside you, right before he let out a low groan from the back of his throat. Changkyun came and kissed your lips, despite how dizzy he felt.

Pulling out, slowly he let out a sigh followed by a cough bringing you back to realization that he was sick, “I knew you were right, but not that tight.” He commented lowly holding as close as possible.

“And now I want to smack you, I can’t breath.” You huffed.

No remark came from him, so you looked at him, his hold on you had loosened up a little. He’d fallen asleep, you sighed to yourself and touched his forehead. He was still burning up, you huffed, too tired to complain about the fact that he fell asleep right after or the fact that he was sick. You just sighed and laid back down, it didn’t take long for sleep to come. So again, you both were comfortably sleeping, facing each other. With one of your legs wrapped around his waist and a very generous hand on your ass.

Morning came, or better yet midday, you a woke thinking you heard a camera shudder. To your surprise, Changkyun was laying on your stomach out cold with a hand full off one your boobs. You sighed and shook his arm a little walking him up, he groaned but opened his eyes anyway. Looking up at you like you’d committed a serious crime, with a tissue shoved up one of his nostrils.

“Get up,” you yawned sitting up, “your head is big and heavy.”

He frowned and checked the time, “Your stomach is pudgy but I like it cause it’s soft.” He remarked sitting up.

You grabbed a pillow and hit him with it, causing him to fall over dramatically, “Wounding a sick man won’t change a thing.”

“You are so annoying.” You went to stand up but he’d wrapped a arm around you and pulled you into his lap.

“It’s too early for this,” he sighed burrowing his face in your back.

“It’s literally the middle of the day.” You sighed unknowingly leaning into him.

“It’s early for us,” he kissed your neck, “no one else can touch you.” He added.

“Excuse you, but this isn’t a relationship.” You sighed softly.

“Maybe not, but that belongs to me.” Changkyun warned calmly with a sniffle.

“And if I rejected that idea and start dating someone?” You challenged, allowing him to continue to kiss and nuzzle your neck. Low key lulling you into comfort.

“I’ll loose my shit so bad, Kihyun will nag you to death.”

“I admit defeat!” You folded not wanting to hear to sort of nagging, “are you going to date someone?” You asked curiously.

“Why would I do that when I have you?” He asked he stopped and you slowly stood up, turning to look at him, “you just let me know when you’re ready.” He added with a small cough.

You pursed your lips and reached out a hand to check his temp, still hot but not as bad. You dropped your hand “I’m going to get your some medicine.” You stated as you left his bedroom and closed the door.

In the living, you spoke to Minhyuk and Hyungwon who sat on the couch, both switching between their phones and the tv. Jooheon walked passed you with a bowl of food, he looked at you and smirked making you pause in confusion.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Kihyun stated coming out of the bathroom, “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” you answered with a sigh, “why’d you guys leave the sick man here alone, did anybody give him any medicine?”

“Yes, we did,” Minhyuk answered as you let out a yawn and began to stretch, “but apparently you have a special remedy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked puzzled, just as Changkyun appeared, “what are you doing?” you turned attention to the disarray Changkyun.

He smirked and as he walked passed you, he smacked your ass, the sound echoed as he walked into the kitchen.

“We saw you this morning,” Hyungwon told you, “Changkyun ran us off, so are you guys an official couple now?”

You looked at Changkyun and he looked at you, “they were going to find out eventually baby.”

You blinked and took a deep breath, “I should punch you in the throat.” You threatened.

“You guy’s just started dating and you’re fighting already?” Shownu asked coming from his bedroom.

“When did they ever stop fighting, it’s just out in the open now.” Kihyun sighed.

You pointed a finger at Changkyun, “I told guys she’d be mine.” He said with confidence.

You launched a couch cushion towards him, he dodged it and took off running with you behind him. He started coughing and worried little old you began patting his back and asking if he was okay. He snickered at you and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your forehead, he earned an “awe” from the others.

“You play too much.” You huffed trying to deny the fact that you were melting and hugging him back. You hit him hard and he let out a yelp and let you go.

“Ouch,” he complained, “why are you continuously wounding a sick man?”

“Sorry,” you gave a false apology, “go back to bed,” you demanded, “I’ll bring you medicine.”

He pursed his lips staring at you for a second, and as he walked past you, he smacked your ass again, earning a loud complaint from you. The others clowned both of you really quickly.

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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Chemical Reactions (P. 17)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 1,566

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

As you left the doctor's office, the walls seemed to close in around you. The secrets you carried were becoming heavier by the second, threatening to suffocate your very existence.

With a deep breath, you made your way to Robert’s office again, determined to confront Robert about the situation. He had to know what lay ahead, hearing it from you rather than the doctor and this, itself made you worry.

Arriving at the outside of the small building, the secrecy that had shrouded your affair began to dissipate with every step closer to the door and since Robert saw you walking towards the building which once used to be a school, a gleam of curiosity became visible to you in his eyes.

“What did the doctor say?” was the first thing he asked after his office door closed behind you, and you mustered the strength to meet his gaze.

You gestured for him to sit, and with a heavy heart, you sat opposite him, fumbling with your trembling hands.

"The doctor suspects I might be pregnant, Robert," you told him as shock rippled across his face, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Pregnant? But...how is that possible?” he asked, causing you to laugh and cry simultaneously.

“Are you really asking me that?” you asked with tears welling in your eyes, and Robert leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"I never expected... I mean, I always knew the possibility was there, but..." he stammered before asking you about your plans for the future. "What do you want to do?" he asked, and, of course, this was a fair question for him to ask.

You sighed, your heart heavy with the weight of the decision. "Robert, as much as I love you, I can't jeopardise my dreams for this child. I can't have a baby. Not now, not like this. Not here and not while you are married to another woman," you told him, and his eyes searched yours, filled with a mix of pain and understanding.

“I can leave Katherine,” he told you, and tears cascaded down your cheeks as you spoke the words you never thought you would utter.

“And then I become just like her?” you gasped. “Married to you because you took pity on me, and it was the right thing to do because you knocked me up?” you asked, and, at that moment, you saw the flicker of devastation in his eyes, a pang of guilt striking your heart. But you couldn't let it deter you. This was your choice, your life, and you had to be true to yourself.

“It would not be like that, Y/N. I already told you that I love you,” Robert said before telling you again that his feelings for you were much more potent than those he had ever harboured for his wife.

“I want to have a career, Robert,” you told him, crying.

“And you can have a career. We will make it work. Despite this, abortion is illegal. It is a dangerous procedure so I won’t allow it,” Robert then said, snapping at you, his voice laced with pain.

“It’s not your choice to make, Robert. It’s mine. It’s my body,” you told him, and he reflected on the time Kitty told him that she was pregnant, not wanting an abortion at her age after he had suggested it.

“No, it’s my choice too. You are carrying my child, which, by this point in time, may already have a heartbeat,” Robert told you, and, with that, the room fell into silence, broken only by the heavy weight of the decision that hung between you. The once-bright future of your affair seemed to dim, swallowed by the harsh reality of the choices you had to make.

The room span as his words sank in, the anguish of the decision tearing at your heart. Should you sacrifice your career and the child's chance at a stable family?

"Robert, it's not that simple," you managed to say, your voice trembling. "This baby is not something I was prepared for. It could change everything,” you told him as his eyes never left yours, filled with a steadfast resolve.

"And I'm willing to risk everything for you and our child, if you will have me,” Robert told you as emotions surged within you, a whirlwind of joy and uncertainty. The allure of a life with Robert pulled at your heart, yet the fear of losing yourself and your dreams reigned heavy.

"I need time to think," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "This decision is not one I can make lightly," you told Robert, and Robert nodded, his gaze filled with understanding.

"Take all the time you need, my love,” he told you, and with a heavy heart, you left Robert's office, the weight of your decision hanging over you like a shadow for days until you saw him in his office again, telling him that you needed to talk.

By that point, you had your pregnancy confirmed via the necessary tests and concluded that you would keep Robert’s child provided that he leaves his wife for you, following the conclusion of the project which you both considered to be most important.

“I would have done that anyway, and you know that. But, considering the circumstances, waiting until we have the gadget may not be an option. If the doctor is right in his assumption and you are indeed pregnant, then you will show soon, and there are rumours about us already. Kitty knows about us, and she will not take kindly to the news of your pregnancy,” Robert explained shortly after you informed him of your decision.

“So, what will you do?” you asked him worryingly as he caressed your face gently, but he did not have an answer.

“That I do not know yet. But what I know is that I want to be a part of our child’s life, so I will have to figure something out,” Robert told you reassuringly before making the somewhat harsh decision to pull you of the plutonium research team.

“Robert, no!” you told him angrily and again, he cupped your face, this time using both of his hands.

“You know very well that this is a necessary precaution. I will put you on design. You will work with me and Hans Bethe. This way, I can keep an eye on you,” Robert said, his piercing blue eyes searching for your agreeance.

“Fine,” you eventually gave up, knowing yourself that he was right and, in the end, you also knew that this was a stepping stone for you. You were part of the inner circle now and this was something exciting for you.

***

Your excitement, however, was short-lived when, at around 10 o’clock that evening, Kitty Oppenheimer made her way to your lodging and stormed into your room, her eyes burning with anger. You immediately felt a gust of tension fill the air as if the atmosphere was holding its breath.

She clenched her trembling fists, her voice dripping with venom. "I know about the pregnancy. Robert did not tell me, but his secretary did. She’s got good ears,” she hissed, her words laced with accusation.

You froze, feeling a mixture of fear and defiance coursing through your veins. You knew instantly that secrets had a way of escaping, and this one had just blown wide open.

Kitty's gaze burned into you, challenging you to deny her claims. But there was no denying it, not when the evidence was growing inside you.

Slowly, she reached into her bag, her hand emerging with a small container. Without a word, she placed it on the table and pushed it towards you.

"These will make the problem go away," Kitty said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Take them, or I'll make sure your career here is over before it even started,” she threatened you.

The weight of her words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had worked so hard to prove yourself in the scientific community, and now it was all at risk.

You glanced at the tablets, a surge of conflicting emotions swelling within you. But deep down, you knew you couldn't sacrifice the life growing inside you.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the strength to look Kitty in the eye, your voice trembling yet steady. "Screw you, Kitty”, you spat and Kitty's eyes narrowed as she absorbed your defiant stance, her anger only growing.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," she spat, her voice shaking with suppressed rage.

Then, Kitty's face twisted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Robert would not want this," she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "He would want you to get rid of it!"

"I doubt that, Kitty," you countered, your voice cracking as you fought back tears. "He understands the significance of this life, of our love, and he wants to leave you. He told me so yourself," you told her in anguish, which is when Kitty's fist slammed down on the table, causing the small vial of tablets to topple and roll away.

“You are nothing but a whore, and I will ensure that, come next week, you will disappear from Los Alamos and our lives,” Kitty spat before you watched her retreating figure, a mixture of relief and sadness swirling within you. The road ahead would not be easy, but neither of you were willing to back down.

As the door closed behind her, you slumped into your chair, the weight of the world pressing down upon you. This was only the beginning of a tumultuous journey that would test your strength and resilience.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #oppenheimer movie #kitty oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer #oppenheimer #robert oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer x you #j robert oppenheimer x reader

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?

I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅

Take your time and no obligation <3

(@eternal-transcience)

Fairy Tales

Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: This is sappy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!

If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.

But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.

Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring.

And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

Speaking of said boyfriend-

Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”

You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”

A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”

Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.

“Mesh’la?”

You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.

You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.

All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed.

And then you met Rex.

Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.

Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.

Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.

You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.

“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”

You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”

He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.

“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.

“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”

Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”

“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”

You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

“I love you so much,” He murmurs.

Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”

“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”

“So-?”

“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”

He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”

You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”

He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.

You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.

#star wars #tcw #vodika vibes follower event #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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rathiman · 7 months ago

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"Neil Gaiman publicly funded the defense of a guy who was charged with possessing child porn"

I really really do not want to be saying anything positive about this man, it is crystal clear that at the very least he massively exploited the power he had over two women half his age and guess what, that itself is enough to understand that he was very predatory with these women. That being said, I fully believe the victims who came forward and hope that there is some accountability and justice dispensed.

But, what is an extremely irrelevant tangent that several of these discussions are taking are talking about him funding the defense of a man who was being prosecuted fo possessing lolicon manga.

Firstly, yes he did do that and I'll link the article that Neil Gaiman wrote about this here. Tbh, I agree with some points he makes here, though his writing is very meandering and not very concise.

Possessing lolicon is possessing some material where a character is/looks like they are underage/preteen and they are written to be in/drawn to be in sexually explicit situations. In other words, it's a fictional depiction of fictional minor characters in an explicit manner. Now, child porn as defined in several jurisdictions entails a real child/minor being exploited sexually for pornography or a real human child/minor being written about/portrayed in a sexual manner. Essentially, lolicon is a fictional and explicit depiction of children/people who are perceived as children, who DO NOT exist while child porn, arguably, involves real children being abused.

For the morality based disagreements surrounding lolicon itself, firstly, yes, creeps might get off to lolicon and that is disgusting. Yes, sometimes lolicon might help foster the sickening motives some people have against children and that is also disgusting. But, do you really believe banning something like lolicon on a principle level is going to actually reduce the chances of a child being abused? Lolicon is not going to magically vanish from the face of the earth, it's still going to be circulated through illegal means, just like actual child porn is. But you know what banning lolicon will actually do?

Threaten actual exploration of uncomfortable themes like child abuse, exploitation and rape and meaningful themes like sex and sexuality in adolescents. Which depiction of a child/minor is obscene or not obscene, morally wrong or correct, will not be decided by you or me but by some old powerful men, probably conservative.

Another important consideration is that lolicon does not always have characters that are explicitly underage. It can also just contain characters with "childlike bodies" and it could be called lolicon. And who will decide what a normal body should look like as opposed to a child's body anyway? What about people with small body frames and flat chests? Because their bodies do not align with a conventional adult body, these bodies will be banned from being portrayed explicitly because someone on the internet has decided a body like that can only belong to a child? Do you see why what should be drawn/written and how it should be perceived cannot and should not be regulated with laws?

So yes, he did fund the defense of a guy who was being prosecuted for possessing lolicon manga. If you think that made him a sexual predator, please ask yourself If you should be drawing a common standard for writing about fictional underage characters and sexually abusing real women.

Focus on listening to the victims, withdrawing any support you have been extending to him and please please believe the victims. Speaking out against a powerful man is not easy and these women are very brave for coming out with their experiences.

#neil gaiman #i really don't want to defend him #he is a predator #ban him #not every single view he has ever held #good omens #david Tennant #michael sheen #aziraphale #crowley #the ineffable husbands

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skyward-floored · 5 months ago

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.... I'd love to see Hyrule's perspective on that whole scene, if you ever want to write it 👀 (absolutely ZERO pressure tho!!!!)

- hero-of-the-wolf

I didn’t want to fight my way through an action scene, so I actually skipped to a bit later, while their parents are being yelled at interrogated for their version of events. So it’s not the exact moment. It’s technically not even in the movie. But I think it’s good anyway.

For people who haven’t seen the second movie in a while, this is right bear the beginning, when the family tried to stop the Underminer and kind of failed, then get sort of arrested because they’re supers and that’s still illegal.

(tw for discussion of guns, and implied past child abuse)

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Hyrule chewed on his thumb nail, pressed into a corner of the small room in the police station they’d been herded into. There was a single table and two chairs in here, no windows, and what was obviously a one-way mirror on the wall. Four and Legend had already claimed the chairs, so everyone else was on the floor, or leaning on the table.

The rest of his siblings were mostly milling around the small space, though Wind and Wild had started a rock paper scissors tournament. They were trying to drag Legend and Four into it, with limited success.

Hyrule maybe would have joined them, but his thoughts were too loud, his hands too shaky for the game. Mom and Dad hadn’t come with them in here, they’d been pulled away to some other room while they’d all kept going. And while Hyrule hadn’t been able to see much, he’d seen Impa around, and the man in the suit who’d followed his parents into the room had looked extremely annoyed.

Were they okay? Were they just getting yelled at, or worse?

Were they going to be put in jail?

Hyrule bit down harder, rubbing his tooth along the pad of his thumb. He used to just suck on it when he was smaller, but he’d had the habit more or less beaten out of him. He knew his family wouldn’t care now, but it still felt safer just nibbling on the tip.

“Hyrule?”

Hyrule jumped at the hand on his shoulder, and looked up at Twilight, who was sitting next to him with a concerned look.

“Are you okay? You weren’t hurt in the fight, right?” he asked, and Hyrule shook his head.

“No. Just some little bruises,” he replied quietly, and went back to chewing on his thumb. “Are... do you know what’s gonna happen?”

Twilight breathed out, and leaned against the wall, watching Wind pump his fist as he beat Legend in a match. “Not exactly, no. But Mom and Dad will be okay. And us too. There’s a reason the whole superhero protection thing exists.”

Hyrule swallowed, and looked away as one of his worries came to the forefront of his mind. “Is there... an adopted super protection thing?”

Twilight blinked, then looked at him, understanding crossing his face. “Oh, Hyrule, is that what you’re worried about?”

Hyrule gave a tiny nod, and Twilight scooted over, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“They can’t take you away from us,” Twilight said reassured, eyes sharp. “They won’t. I remember Dad reading all kinds of laws about it, they can’t do that. And even if they tried, we wouldn’t let them. I’m sure the protection program covers that too, don’t worry.“

Hyrule nodded, relieved at the assurance, but still feeling unsettled. This room was oppressive, and the concrete was starting to dig into his spine. Not to mention... other stuff.

“...Something else bothering you?” Twilight asked after a minute, and Hyrule shrugged.

“I just haven’t had a gun pulled on me in a while,” he murmured, remembering just how many weapons had been pointed at them earlier today. He’d completely frozen at the clicks he’d heard. “I mean, at the island yeah, but that was kinda different. I guess I just forgot how sc—...startling it could be.”

Twilight went very still.

A few feet away, Wild crowed in victory as he destroyed Wind’s rock with his paper.

“Hyrule,” Twilight said in a voice quiet enough that only he could hear it, “how often have you had a gun pulled on you?”

Hyrule went back to his thumb again. He had a feeling Twilight didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question. Especially since Hyrule didn’t really... know the exact number. So he kept his mouth shut, and merely gave him a little shrug.

That was obviously the wrong answer though, since Twilight’s face screwed up, and his jaw tightened.

“Twi, it didn’t happen that often, it’s just bad memories, don’t worry about it,” Hyrule begged, suddenly nervous Twilight would do something. He wouldn’t yell at a police officer, would he?

“It’s not just— you—” Twilight struggled for a second to speak, face tight. He pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, looking a lot like their father as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “...you know how messed up that is, right? That you’ve had guns pulled on you by people who were supposed to take care of you?”

“I do. It’s just not a huge deal, Twilight,” Hyrule sighed, going back to nibbling at his thumb. “It is what it is. Or was. Whatever.”

“It’s still messed up,” Twilight muttered, and squeezed Hyrule a little tighter. “...All of this is.”

Neither of them said much after that, and Hyrule set his head on Twilight’s shoulder, relieved at something other than concrete for a cushion. The rest of their brothers continued with rock paper scissors, and Twilight and Hyrule watched in near-silence, Twilight lightly rubbing his shoulder.

The worry for their parents and the situation at a whole sat over the room like a shroud, dampening even Wind’s smiles.

But I’m not alone, Hyrule thought, a brief wave of relief sweeping over him. He leaned a little more against Twilight, and his brother squeezed him in return.

At least we’ve got that.

#Hyrule is 12ish and twi is 15ish. for reference.#answers from the floor #lovely hero of the wolf #incredibles au #Incredibles au fic #IAU Hyrule #IAU Twilight #writing from the floor #been kinda grumpy all day so this was nice to focus on #*sigh* at least it’s gently thunderstorming outside and the atmosphere is nice

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 2 years ago

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the sheer zoomies my brain did when i realised i hadn't checked for new chapters for a few weeks and found that indeed, i have several to catch up on (which i'll go do in a moment, i am sure they'll be wonderful, and the more the merrier!)

i haven't caught up on reading the other asks & answers yet either but i am just going to assume no one came in with this particular one since it's rather specific,,, so

i was thinking the other day, y'know how the archons' eyes and stuff can glow? and it might be a slightly odd thing to pick on, but i don't think it's because of anything specifically gnosis related, since, well, playable character things ought to be all-time accurate or after stuff happens, if anything. and also ei/raiden. has not had hers for some time. but she still gets that. that's probably a better argument. so, i assume it's like a light/godly energy thing maybe? or just some kind of really strong amount of elemental energy kind of thing. i don't want to assume that it's only the archons that have it because, well, we haven't exactly gotten to see other gods very much, and with the archons it's not there all the time, either. ...and elemental things just tend to glow anyway, it's just a really specific instance of it. at any rate, that leads me to the question: since ajax/childe/tartaglia has his uh, very notably lightless eyes, which tends to be attributed to the whole. fell into the abyss time, which to me does make sense. if we assume it's just a light/godly energy thing in general, would he have any of that potentially in the fic now? how would that work if the lightlessness is from the abyss? it's not like the abyss influence disappeared, after all. even if it, say, might show but might not show really bright, because well, his eyes are still. kind of. lightless, usually, i assume, and it really is just an assumption (i could go on a whole debate with myself on if they would even still be pretty much. mostly lightless but i'll just stick with assuming for now,,,). but maybe if not really bright, something that feels more underlying but is still... there? the best way i can put it into words is how the "bright" feeling comes from the "light" which not always but sometimes comes from, you know, a colour that's closer to white, and therefore lighter or a colour that's just... a lot more potent, for lack of a better way to describe it (it's probably not that simple, i know, but.). so what i mean by something underlying would be if, say, rather than a really light or even more medium kind of colour "shining through", so to speak, something that's.... perhaps a bit darker than usual, but still there. that's a really random thought to spring on you but my brain handed it to me the other day and it's been bothering me when it comes to cool little details or concepts (a very pleasant thinky much thoughts kind of thing) so i thought i would ask your opinion on that one, highly specific detail :] just a concept im curious about is all! i had no idea what to make of it, ahaha,,, i kept wondering if it's stretching the idea too far, but if it is just a light/godly/super-high-elemental energy kind of thing, then well, i can't help but wonder about it now

and a very practically irrelevant tiny thing but im sending this right after a tiny madness of trying to figure out how to maximise childe's ranged charged bow shot damage without using food or bennett. the highest i got is 45,100 from the initial hit (it was on an enemy with pyro and with kazuha boosting hydro but.). sir. how. that feels illegal. he continues to surprise me,, although i got far too invested in that small exercise, and boy does it take a lot to remove his hydro,,,,, but anyway! hope you are having a good day >:] i am off to see how much fic i can catch up on before sleep time arrives

4- 45k.............................................

you got me thinking- i think it'd be cool if it were something like this. morax' glow is normal light, while ajax', which has an abyssal effect to it, is uv light. morax' eyes just shine while ajax' turn into electric eyestrain blue

#hope you enjoy the new chapters!#ily <3 <3 <3 <3 #.png #.png fic #.png cyanide

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pterodactylterrace · 9 months ago

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Okay. Let’s start unpacking, shall we?

Aemond: you feel bad he lost his eye and is now permanently disfigured and disabled. Because he claimed a dragon, and 4 other children took personal offense to it. As I have said before, THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE EVEN BEEN THERE. What were 4 children going to do if it was someone dangerous? Die? They never jump him, the whole thing never happens. When one party makes a clear mistake that caused something to happen, it tends to be their fault. They formed a mob and jumped another child over an imagined crime. Had they alerted the guard or stayed in bed, the whole thing would have been avoided. Also, Aemond only uses his “deadly weapon” after Jace whips out a knife. A knife he brought with him. He was planning for violence.

Daemon: killed his first wife, murdered and maimed hundreds of small folk without a trial, married his second wife of his own choice and still didn’t love her, fucked his niece at his wife’s funeral, groomed multiple young girls, almost beat a messenger to death and choked his third wife. That’s just season 1.

Rhaenyra: As I said before, NO ONE CARES THAT SHE HAD BASTARDS. We care that she put them in the succession, which is ILLEGAL. Pay attention when people talk. Literally no one cares she had kids with someone that wasn’t her husband. We care about the treason she pulled. We care about the constant lying. We care that she shows herself to be cruel to a recently maimed child. You really think the same woman that would suggest her younger brother be tortured wouldn’t have Cole gelded and beheaded if he told her father what she did? Ok, that’s a fantasy land. He owed his station directly to her choosing him. There was a huge power imbalance. We watch her continue stripping him while he stands frozen after telling her NO. That’s rape. It doesn’t matter that he eventually went along with it. She coerced him into doing it.

Aegon: We have a fragmented story of something that happened between him and the maid. It is assumed to be rape because Dyana drank moon tea. Her story is that she was getting him his wine, she put it in the table, and then she didn’t see him. She asked him to stop. It bugs me so much that people take this inference and decided Aegon did it, no questions asked, he is a terrible person, but what did Cole say again? Oh, Rhaenyra took his helmet to lure him into her chambers. Refused to give it back, blocked his exit when he tried to leave, ignored him when he says stop and then forces him to look at her. Switch the genders and it’s the exact same situation that happened with Aegon and Dyana, but we don’t see it happen. We watch Cole being assaulted, and people still want to sit there and say it was some romantic gesture. I’m sorry, but trying to leave and asking her to stop and not being able to look at her, is assault. He said “stop”, same thing Dyana said. But because the genders are reversed, Aegon is definitely guilty and evil (though we didn’t even see what happened) and Rhaenyra is just an innocent little thing that can do no wrong, even though we watch her sexually assault Cole.

Maybe we side with the green faction because we have the ability to understand words and shit? We can watch a scene and go “whoa, what was that?!” And realize that women are just as capable of being horrible people as men are? Just a thought.

#anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black #anti daemon targaryen #aemond targaryen #really Reddit?#hotd critical #hotd fandom

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 months ago

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Dancing 'til the Break of Dawn - Pt 19

<Pt18

(TWST Zombie apocalypse AU where Yuu beast tames just a little too close to the sun)

“I can’t believe you’re making me clean while injured,” Yuu lamented, shaking his head.

Deuce didn’t respond, he was too busy dragging Yuu’s plant pots back inside. The plants were withering slightly, the weeds had gotten to them while Yuu was away, and the cold certainly hadn’t helped… but Yuu had faith.

Not a lot of faith, but still more faith than he did when he first planted those seeds, when he wasn’t even sure whether they would sprout.

… unless the seeds had only sprouted to be contrary or to prove a point. In which case… they will never succeed. Mwahaha!

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Is it impossible to annoy yourself? Because he was pretty sure he had just managed it. That was kind of depressing.

“You started cleaning, we didn’t even ask you to,” Ace said.

“You’re evil,” Yuu sniffed.

“I mean, yeah, true, but this isn’t why.”

Deuce set the pots down and groaned, stretching his back for a moment, before sending Yuu a flat look. “Are you admitting that you’re injured, now? Because you still haven’t finished your coconut water and cereal.”

Yuu’s sweeping took him to the other side of the store.

Because he was a good ‘roommate’ who cleaned up after both himself and others!

Which was, frankly, a necessity. Putting three teenage boys together during an apocalyptic scenario was a recipe for disaster hygiene-wise. And it was made even worse by Ace, who tracked blood everywhere he went, because he sucks.

Don’t worry, though, Ace was doing his penance:

Yuu had figured out that Ace wasn’t half bad at knitting, and Ace was now being forced to make Grim clothes. The little booties had already been acquired, but it was getting cold out and Grim didn’t have nearly enough fur to deal with it. So, of course, Yuu had decided to make this someone else’s problem. Ace’s in particular because, again, he sucks.

Would Yuu have made him do it regardless of Ace’s many crimes? There is insufficient evidence for a court of law to reliably name him guilty (nor a functioning court of law at all), so… no.

“It should be illegal to make me pay child support in this economy,” Ace complained from somewhere in the store.

“There’s no one here to prosecute!” Yuu said.

“Yeah, well, there’s no one here to make me pay, either!”

“Sucks to suck,” said Deuce. He had moved on to taking stock of their current supplies, checking to see if they were running low on any spices. Because he was surprisingly helpful from time to time.

Mostly when his food source was in peril.

Why was everyone so food-motivated these… days…?

Right. Apocalypse. Yeah, that makes sense, actually.

“Why doesn’t he have to pay?!” Ace said.

“‘Cause he helps me out from time to time. Willingly,” Yuu shot back, rolling his eyes.

Ace groaned. Loud to the point of being theatrical.

Yuu simply grinned and continued sweeping the floors.

Until he reached the front of the store.

… was that a flyer? Huh? Huh?

The doors slid open automatically when he neared it, a small bell chiming above his head, but he barely paid that any mind, reaching around and yanking the flyer down.

Cold air washed over his face as he peered down at the… foreign thing in his hands.

Many things about this made Yuu pause. The fact that someone had apparently found their hiding place was a big one, of course.

But, also, how did someone get their hands on a computer and a printer in the apocalypse?!

No, there was definitely something wrong with this.

“Yuu…?” Deuce said, standing on tiptoes to try to see over the aisles. Unfortunately for him, he was just a little too short regardless (an unfortunate consequence of being a mere teenager), and only his terrible green hair could be seen over the shelves.

Yuu ran a hand through his hair, stepping backward, letting the door shut in front of him.

And then he shook his head to himself, stuffing the flyer into his pocket.

“You good?” Deuce asked, coming around the corner, twirling a pen around his finger idly.

“I just… thought I saw something out there,” Yuu said, after a second. “My fan club’ll deal with it, if it’s a problem, though.”

Deuce pursed his lips. He nodded, slowly, and then went back to work without another word.

Yuu wasn’t surprised. Deuce, for some reason, was starting to seriously dislike Grim, and Yuu couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out why. Beyond the whole ‘being perfect’ thing, Grim… hadn’t really done anything to Deuce, as far as Yuu was aware. In fact, they had been getting closer as of late, Yuu had seen the two cuddling on more than one occasion (which he was very normal and not jealous about).

Not to mention Grim had saved all of their lives not too long ago!

Sure, he had only saved Ace and Deuce grudgingly, because Yuu asked him to, but Yuu was being entirely genuine when he said that he couldn’t force Grim to do anything he didn’t want to do. If Grim found that he truly couldn’t tolerate Yuu’s friends, he would bite them and force Yuu to move on.

So, yeah, honestly, Deuce had nothing to be upset about.

If anything, Yuu had more reasons to be upset with Grim.

Not that Grim could ever do anything wrong, of course, even if he tried!

It was just…

Grim was being a little… strange. Quieter, more prone to hiding and watching Yuu from the shadows. He still accepted pets when Yuu initiated them, happy to let Yuu scratch him behind the ears, but he no longer came over and rubbed up against Yuu’s legs until he dropped what he was doing in favor of pressing a kiss to the cat’s head.

His mental health was dangling from a damn string. But Grim had never really taken to cat toys, so waving that in front of him wasn’t going to lure him out…

And it was even worse for Yuu’s physical health, seeing as 99% of his survival strategy hinged on Grim liking him.

Yuu was reminded of that one story of a lady who went to the vet because her pet snake had started acting strange – eating less, laying out straight beside her in bed instead of burrowing in the blankets, that kind of thing… only for the vet had told her that her snake wasn’t sick, it was preparing itself to eat her.

It was not a particularly great thought to have.

Especially not when someone had, apparently, found their hideout. His fan club was supposed to have stopped it. Why hadn’t they?

He’d love to pretend that it had been left by a particularly bold fan club member, but zombies can’t read.

Yuu pulled the flyer from his pocket again, squinting down at the words.

Hm. It was… in English. That was… a choice, considering they lived in Japan. Yuu had taken English classes before, but it had been ages since he had even thought about school, and languages tend to slip away when you don’t use them. He could, probably, sound out the letters, but that wouldn’t help if he didn’t know what the sounds meant.

He glanced at Grim. Hiding amongst the shelves, peering at him from behind what had probably been a ketchup bottle once, but was now a weird, dark brown color. He wondered, absently, if the zombie could speak in English.

Then decided it didn’t matter – Grim wouldn’t tell him, anyway.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Deal with this for me, please?”

But Grim… didn’t.

The next day, there was another flyer. Yuu frowned, wondering, absently, whether the cultist fight had hit the Zombie Supply Chain a little too heavily. He doubted it, if only because that should have been a beating for the cultists, what with how much they had been outnumbered. Yuu would have been surprised if any died, let alone enough that his entire stalker base would suddenly go missing.

Maybe ugly-bob-man was on vacation. Or something. He wouldn’t stay gone long, though, not if Yuu was in danger. The perpetrators would become well-acquainted with him soon enough.

And yet, the day after that, there were three more fliers.

This time, Yuu hesitated, genuinely considering telling Ace and Deuce, before deciding he really didn’t want to. Things had settled down somewhat, and they’d just had a long few weeks. They deserved, like, a month of relaxation before the bullshit started up again. And this would definitely trigger his friends’ paranoia.

Yuu didn’t want to have to deal with that.

He didn’t even want to deal with his own (totally nonexistent) trauma, thank you very much!

Still, he sighed as they settled down for bed that night, and said, “Do either of you know any English?”

“Not really,” said Ace, shaking his head just slightly as he settled down against Yuu’s chest. “I know a couple of words, ‘cause tourists used to stop me from time to time to ask for directions and shit, but usually I just used Google Translate, y’know?”

Yuu nodded, because he absolutely did know.

He also thought it was annoying that Americans always came up to him in Japan expecting him to know English for them. They were the ones visiting! They should be the ones making the effort to learn how to speak with him!

There. His weekly rant about Americans is over. Time to tune in for Deuce’s answer.

“I know some!” he said.

Yuu blinked. “Really?”

Deuce said something that Yuu couldn’t understand.

Yuu clapped politely. “What’s’it mean?”

“‘Hand over the money’,” Deuce said.

“... Deuce,” said Yuu.

“What the fuck,” Ace said, emphatically.

Deuce huffed. “It’s still more than you can do.”

“That is not what I’m talking about and you know it.”

“Maybe I don’t, huh, have you ever considered that?!”

“Aw, practically bilingual and yet you can’t understand a basic sentence?”

Yuu ignored their bickering. There wasn’t any real heat behind any of Ace’s words, so he didn’t have to fear Ace stabbing Deuce out of anger. And, if Deuce tried to punch Ace, he’d have to move a lot beneath Yuu to do it, and that should be enough to wake him up before a real fight could break out.

So, he was free to drift.

Dully, he thought that it wouldn’t matter if he told them about the flyers. Neither of them would know what it said, either.

It could be someone asking to team up, for all they knew – they hadn’t been killed yet! That was a good sign!

But Yuu knew that Ace and Deuce would not see it that way until they were sure what the words said. He should try to find an English-to-Japanese dictionary before telling them about it. No need to worry them over what could be nothing.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t seem to have a choice.

He wasn’t a pious guy, but he was starting to become one. If only because there was no way there wasn’t someone up there laughing evilly as he went through The Horrors again.

Yuu woke up to a dark store. Because the store was always dark at night, that’s the whole point of nighttime. He didn’t feel tired enough to go back to sleep, though. He blinked a few times to let his vision adjust to the darkness, absently pushing Ace’s head away, grimacing at the wet spot of drool that the boy had left on his chest. Why had he started sleeping in the same bed as his friends again?

Right. The futon.

Worth it.

He, slowly, extracted himself from the cuddle pile, careful not to wake either of his friends.

And then he started making his way to the front of the store.

He had woken up early, after all, he might as well see if he could catch the particularly determined salesmen in the act –.

Hm.

It might not be nighttime.

Yuu stared at the layers upon layers of fliers pasted to their door. A little awed, a little horrified.

He ignored the normal chime of the bell above the door in favor of stepping outside.

Fuck it was bright out. Yuu gave a hiss, immediately covering his eyes with his hands, almost blinded by the appearance of the stupid sun.

He heard what sounded like a laugh.

It… didn’t belong to Ace or Deuce.

Yuu flinched away from the sound, immediately dropping his hands.

There were two tall, blurry figures, both standing a little too close comfort. But they didn’t try to touch Yuu, they simply… stood there, dark figures that loomed over him just slightly, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

Honestly, it was a little menacing.

But Yuu preferred this over an outright murder attempt.

“... who’re you?” Yuu asked, rapidly blinking the tears at the corners of his eyes away, trying to take in anything about the people in front of him. Their hair looked somewhere between blue and green, so his vision must have been really fucked up.

Or maybe it was just a lingering effect of the two separate times Yuu had experienced blood loss. Or the concussion he was still, probably, recovering from! Frankly, Yuu was the chew toy of the Gods, and it was not fun!

“I’m Jade. This is my brother, Floyd,” a cool voice said.

Yuu nodded along. The names were a little strange, but he knew of a guy named Riddle, so it wasn’t too big of a deal.

“My name’s Yuu –.”

“We know.”

Oh! Okay! So the menacing vibes are certainly not going away!

No, he is just paranoid. Surely. There are normal, not horrifying reasons for them to know who Yuu is.

“Cool, cool, cool,” said Yuu, unsure how else to react. “Do you, like, know me from school or something? I’m sorry, I don’t really remember…”

“Why haven’t you been reading our flyers, ne, Yuu?” Floyd almost whined, which wasn’t exactly an answer to his question.

“I can’t read them – even if I wanted to, it’s impossible,” Yuu snapped. “I don’t know how you expect anyone to read English in Japan.”

“... oh,” said the second one.

“Yeah. Oh,” Yuu said, sighing. His vision had finally cleared, for the most part. Their hair really was blue-green, it seemed. Yuu figured that made sense – surely Deuce couldn’t be the only person with skewed priorities, though Yuu had been sure that most people who were dumb enough to bother with their hair during the apocalypse had died off by now.

“We can read it to you, then!” the second one said, a hand on Yuu’s shoulder.

It was his good shoulder, thankfully, so it didn’t hurt, but it was still a little more familiar than Yuu would usually prefer.

Before he could protest this, though, he found himself being dragged over to the wall of flyers.

He glanced behind himself, toward the boy’s brother (twin, maybe?), Jade, who had seemed more calm and collected, but the guy didn’t seem all that intent on helping him.

Great!

Where the fuck was Grim?!

“See, it says here that we’ve cleared out an old mall, so we’re inviting everyone to come live as part of a society again! It’ll be great!”

“Oh,” said Yuu. He blinked at the pair, unsure why they put him off so much. Like, sure, they were probably stupid – there was no way that plan would end well – but that shouldn’t make him uncomfortable… well, they had blue-green hair, so maybe that was just triggering his oh god I’m cursed senses? “Uh. No thanks. Going to the Cornucopia in the Hunger Games sounds safer than whatever bloodbath is gonna happen there.”

Jade smiled, his eyes gleaming strangely in the light. They were light brown, he was pretty sure, but they looked slightly off in a way he couldn’t really describe – glassy, maybe? But he certainly didn’t look like he was close to tears…

“You misunderstand, Yuu. This isn’t an offer. We are telling you that you’re coming with us.”

“Oh!” said Yuu, again. He forced a smile. “Coolcoolcool. Counteroffer.”

Yuu slid a knife into Floyd’s side.

… neither of them seemed to mind all that much.

Floyd merely pouted, as if offended.

Yuu yanked the knife back out – more out of confusion than anything. Normally, he would leave the knife in, because taking it out would put Floyd at risk for bloodloss, and if anyone knew how much of a bitch bloodloss could be it was Yuu…

But the blood that bubbled from Floyd’s new wound was sluggish, darker in color than it should have been.

Yuu stepped back, nearly stumbling over a curb, his knife out in front of him. “What the – what are you?!”

Jade drew his lips into a frown, but it was more mocking than anything. “All that pouting over the past few weeks about how us zombies aren’t talking to you, and when we finally do you go and stab us. How hypocritical.”

What?!

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Pt20>

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst yuu #twst grim #jade leech #floyd leech #THE ELECTION IS NOT HAPPENING IF I DONT LOOK AT IT

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