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[dirtyvulture]

The Maid - Part 2

Socialite!Wanda Maximoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

Maid!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Rich!Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 4705

Summary: You are married to a wealthy socialite, but your newly hired housemaid doesn’t approve of the marriage.

AN: Thank you so much for the response to part 1! And thank you to everyone who was so patient and understanding for this part taking a while to write. I hope you all like it.

*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

Wanda seems to be in a better mood lately, Natasha notices, probably because the two of you rekindled whatever complicated romance you had going on. And as sad and lonely as it had made Natasha feel, at least Wanda was being less rude to her, and that would always be a win in her book.

The grocery trips and errands she sends Natasha on are less demanding, although Natasha’s unsure if she’s becoming more comfortable or Wanda’s gotten less picky. Wanda still requests Natasha’s help for her weekly meetings, and Natasha cannot understand why someone who is unemployed goes so out of her way to find the most mundane, meaningless things to participate in. But it keeps Natasha paid and busy, and she still gets to see you a few times a week.

“What are you doing this weekend, Natasha?” Wanda asks while the two of them are in the kitchen. Wanda is on her laptop while Natasha stands at the counter, cutting vegetables for dinner.

“Um…” Natasha knows better than to tell Wanda the truth, which is that she’ll be sitting alone in her apartment for the next two days and eating ice cream on her couch. “Some friends invited me to go shopping with them at the mall,” she lies. She doesn’t have friends and she certainly doesn’t have the budget to shop at a mall after all the debt she still owes.

“I’ll be gone all weekend with some girlfriends,” Wanda says, not even acknowledging Natasha’s plans, which makes her wonder why she had even bothered to ask in the first place. “I’m not into wine tasting much, but the girls go nuts for it. I’m just going for the spa at the resort, between you and me.”

Natasha has no idea what to do with this information. But she’s spared from answering when the garage door rumbles open.

Wanda slams her laptop shut. “Oh, Y/N is home early.” She gets up to greet you. Natasha can hear your voices carry through the hall.

“You’re early tonight,” Wanda says. “I was just telling Natasha about my weekend plans to Vermont with the girls–”

“Your weekend plans?” you interrupt. “Since when did you have plans to go to Vermont?” Natasha has never heard you sound genuinely angry before. She stops cutting the carrots to focus on eavesdropping.

“Carol wanted to go for her birthday!” your wife says.

“Wanda,” you say, your voice lowering. “Our anniversary is this weekend. I booked us a stay at the Ritz and got us tickets to see Wicked–”

“Well, just ask for a refund!” Wanda hisses. Natasha is stunned that this is her first response to forgetting about her entire anniversary with you. “And we can celebrate when I get back–”

“‘Get back?’” you repeat. “That’s not the point, Wanda. Why don’t you ask for a refund for your trip–”

“I can’t do that to the girls,” Wanda says. “Carol’s been looking forward to this for months!”

You mumble something that Natasha can’t hear. She feels awful for you. Clearly, you had spent a lot of money and time planning a nice outing, and your wife didn’t seem to care one bit. In fact, she tried to put the blame on you for intruding on her plans. Natasha felt herself shaking with rage for you. You deserved so much better.

The two of you trudge into the kitchen and Natasha hastily goes back to cutting the carrots. Wanda is hanging onto your arm, tiptoeing to whisper into your ear but you shake her off and walk through the kitchen to the staircase. Natasha knows that Wanda is glaring at the back of her head, probably upset that she had overheard, but for once she doesn’t say anything and disappears after you.

The mood is particularly subdued when Natasha serves up roasted salmon with a colorful vegetable medley and mashed potatoes. 

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say as she hands you a loaded plate. 

Wanda doesn’t say anything when Natasha gives her a plate.

While the two of you eat in awkward silence, Natasha cleans up the kitchen, her final task of the day. She grabs her purse and heads towards the door, when she hears footsteps behind her.

It’s you.

“Can I walk you out to your car?” you ask. “I know it’s a safe neighborhood, but I don’t want you walking out in the dark by yourself.”

Natasha is so flattered by your offer she doesn’t stop to consider how Wanda might feel about this.

“Sure, I really appreciate that. Thank you.” She leads the way out of your house.

“Sorry you always have to park around the corner,” you add, maintaining a respectful distance from her on the sidewalk. “I’ve told Wanda the whole neighborhood knows you work for us. But she’s…” you trail off, clearly not wanting to speak ill of your wife.

“I’m sorry she forgot your anniversary,” Natasha blurts out. 

You seem startled that Natasha had been eavesdropping, but quickly recover. “Well, it’s…it’s not the first time she’s done it,” you admit in a soft voice. “I don’t know why I bother trying to do anything special anymore. It’s just another day to her. And it seems like she’d rather spend it with anyone but me.”

“She’s missing out,” Natasha says, surprised by her own confidence. “You’re a wonderful person and you deserve someone who will appreciate the efforts you go to celebrate important milestones like that.” She stops before she can offer herself up.

“Oh. Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.” 

The two of you stop at Natasha’s beat-up Nissan. 

“Thanks for walking me to my car–” she starts.

“Are you busy this weekend?” you ask suddenly, in a rushed whisper as if Wanda is around the corner listening. “If you’re not, would you like to see Wicked with me at the Gershwin Theater? I told Wanda I could probably get a credit with the Ritz, but I don’t want to deal with the hassle of exchanging the tickets, too. You can come over Saturday night and I’ll drive us?”

Natasha is so shocked by your proposal she doesn’t even have the words to agree at first. Growing up, she had loved watching musical movies until the VHS tapes wore out, but she had never had the opportunity to see a live performance. Even now as an adult, she still didn’t have the time nor the budget to see a show. To hear you ask that you wanted her to join you, when you had bought the tickets for you and your wife to enjoy on your anniversary she had forgotten, sounded almost too good to be true.

But if Wanda found out you had taken Natasha instead of her…Natasha shuddered at the thought. Maybe this was stepping over the line of professionalism. Natasha wanted to keep her job (and her head), and as much as the opportunity was a dream come true for her, she didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness or weakness.

“Um, I’m supposed to go shopping at the mall with some friends on Saturday,” Natasha says, cringing at the patheticness of her life. “But really–thank you for inviting me. I’m sure you have friends you’d rather take over your maid.”

“I don’t have any friends,” you say, so deadpan that Natasha almost laughs but quickly turns it into a cough when she realizes you’re being serious. While you seemed more reserved than your wife, Natasha refused to believe you didn’t have a strong social network. You were in charge of your own company and clearly doing well if you lived in this neighborhood and could afford a personal housemaid like her.

“Good evening!” The two of you startle when a cheery voice comes out of nowhere.

“Hello, Mr. Vision,” Natasha says, spotting the eccentric man first as he walks by at a rapid pace.

“Late night walk, Vis?” you call out, and he nods with a wave, pumping his arms faster and milling away. The only thing Natasha knew about Vision was that he lived by himself at the end of the street. He had no wife or kids that she knew of, not even a job as he was constantly seen walking around the neighborhood at odd hours. But he never approached Natasha or made her feel uncomfortable, which was more than she could say for most of the people living here, so she was happy to ignore him.

When Vision moves out of sight, you say, “Well, if your plans happen to change…” You fumble in your pockets awkwardly, pulling out a bent business card and handing it to Natasha. “My cell number is on there. Text me before Saturday if you’re still interested.”  

“Okay.” Natasha doesn’t want to get your hopes (or hers) up, but she still isn’t convinced this is a good idea. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Natasha.”

She loves the way her name sounds coming out of your mouth.

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Natasha is still unsure she made the right decision to turn down your offer to see Wicked. She even called her only friend, Clint, to ask if she should’ve said yes.

“Well, you’re just seeing a show together. Think of it like a work bonus or something. Bosses give their employees nice stuff like that all the time,” Clint says as Natasha picks at a box of takeout in front of the television. Cooking at home was not her favorite chore after doing it all day for her clients.

“Yes, but it’s just the two of us,” Natasha stresses. “Y/N got the tickets to celebrate an anniversary and Wanda already hates me as it is–”

“Nah, she doesn’t hate you,” Clint says.

“You haven’t met her! You don’t see the way she treats me.”

“Exactly. Maybe this is Y/N’s way of apologizing for her behavior,” Clint says.

“I don’t know…” It was already Friday night. Natasha didn’t have much time now to change her mind if she was going to.

“Be nice to yourself, Nat. Let someone do something for you,” Clint goes on. “You work so hard for these people all the time. And I know how much you’ve always wanted to see a live performance.” Natasha feels tears well up in her eyes. She wishes Clint was here in person so she could give him a hug. “Nothing bad will happen. Just tell Y/N you want to go before someone else takes your spot.”

Natasha takes a steely breath. Clint is right. It wasn’t a date. It just was her nice boss treating her out to a Broadway show. Never mind the fact that you had intended to take your wife initially. Wanda would never have to know, right?

“Okay. Thanks, Clint.”

“Enjoy!”

As soon as she hangs up, Natasha goes into her texts. She already created a contact for you the night you gave her your business card. Her anxiety is through the roof as she types out a message to you, then deletes it and starts over. She gets more and more frustrated trying to find the right words, before she finally throws in the towel and clicks “Send.”

Less than a minute later, you respond.

Happiness explodes inside of Natasha. She can hardly believe her luck. Not only does she get to see her first Broadway show, but she gets to see it with you, and have dinner on top of it. She darts over to her closet, looking for the nicest dress she owns.

Wanda be damned. Natasha was going to have a great night with you. 

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“Table for two, please.”

“Did you have a reservation?” the blonde woman at the podium asks.

“No,” you respond.

“Oh, well, I’m so sorry, but we’re all booked out for the evening,” she apologizes. 

Natasha stands behind you meekly. She can’t even pronounce the name of the restaurant and doesn’t know what kind of food they serve, but it’s probably far beyond anything she could ever afford. She’s wearing a dark green dress that almost reaches her ankles and is conservative in protecting her assets, and spent over an hour doing her makeup, and she wonders if strangers will look at the two of you and assume you’re a couple. She wouldn’t go out of her way to correct them.   

“That’s okay. This was a last-minute plan for us,” you explain. “If Tony is working tonight, can you please tell him Y/N stopped by to say hello?”

“Wait, you know Mr. Stark?” the woman pales. “Don’t go anywhere. You said your name is Y/N?”

You smile and nod. The woman steps down from her podium and dashes into the back. 

“I thought you said you didn’t have any friends,” Natasha boldly teases. 

You turn and wink at her. 

“Tony and I went to college together,” you explain, although this implies you shared a friendship of some kind. “And clearly, his business is doing better than mine–”

The woman quickly returns with a short bearded man wearing a gray suit with red-tinted glasses that match his tie. 

“Y/N!” Tony shouts, embracing you in a dramatic hug. “You should’ve told me you were coming tonight! I could’ve put together a private booth in the back–”

“It was last-minute,” you say. “This is Natasha, by the way. She’s a friend.” Natasha is thrilled at the way you associate her with you.

“Hello, Natasha, I’m Tony.” He takes her hand and gently kisses her knuckles. He doesn’t seem surprised you haven’t brought Wanda along instead. “I take it you haven’t been here before, Miss Natasha? You won’t need a menu, I’ll have the chef bring out the best dishes we have tonight.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you say. 

“Follow me! You can have a table in our east wing. Where’s Wanda?” Tony says rapid-fire, turning around and leading them deeper into the restaurant. You step out of the way and motion to let Natasha go first, and she feels your hand graze her back as she walks past you. 

“She’s out with her girlfriends for the weekend,” you answer from behind Natasha. 

“Your anniversary is coming up, right?” Tony asks.

“Yes,” you respond, your voice suddenly tense.

The restaurant is packed, every visible table filled with customers, until they turn around a corner to a quiet, completely empty area.

“Pick any table. I’ll have a waiter come out with some drinks shortly,” Tony says.

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Thank you, Tony,” Natasha echoes, unsure if she likes this special treatment. You pick a table near the corner and pull her chair out for her. As soon as the two of you are seated, a waiter in a vested suit appears with a few bottles of wine, making suggestions and pouring samples into the glasses. Natasha doesn’t have enough knowledge to understand what he’s saying or differentiate the tastes, but she enjoys the experience. It feels strange to have someone serve her, when she’s normally the one waiting on people’s every demand. 

The two of you share several appetizers together. Natasha feels like she’s floating in a dream. You have been nothing but generous and respectful to her, but every time your left hand reaches across the table for the caviar, the wedding ring on your finger taunts her. 

The dinner itself is a four-course affair, including a rich chocolate cake that Natasha devours faster than she can fully enjoy. When the bill arrives (which Tony has already chopped in half), Natasha still asks if she can chip in (despite knowing full well she doesn’t have the money to cover even her portion), but you push her card away and give the waiter your black card.

The theater is three blocks from Tony’s restaurant, so you leave your car in valet parking and ask Natasha if she’s okay walking. She had not planned ahead very well, so she only has a thin cardigan to cover her shoulders. You notice her shivering and offer her your heavy black jacket that completely engulfs her frame. Your scent completely surrounds her now and Natasha swears she won’t wash this dress ever again.

The line into the theater moves quickly and Natasha follows you all the way down to the front, where your seats are perfectly center to the stage. She crawls over a few people, feeling a little smug about getting some of the best seats in the house. You had truly spoiled her tonight and she was never going to forget this. 

She leans over to whisper to you before the show begins. “Thank you for everything tonight. I’ve already had so much fun and the dinner was amazing.”

“You’re very welcome. Thank you for joining me, and thank you for all the hard work you do for my family,” you say and Natasha beams. “Me and Wanda really appreciate it.” Natasha deflates a little at the mention of your wife, but she pushes her out of her mind to focus on her time with you. 

As they wait, Natasha props her arm up on the armrest between you two so she can hold the playbill at a comfortable angle to read. Suddenly, your arm drops heavily on hers and she looks at you in confusion. You’re reading your own playbill and don’t seem to notice that your massive arm is practically crushing hers.

“Um, Y/N?” she prompts, clearing her throat.

“Hmm? Oh!” You quickly move your arm off hers. “I’m so sorry, I thought that was Wanda’s arm,” you explain with a nervous chuckle. Natasha laughs too, although she isn’t sure if she should be happy or worried that she reminds you of your wife. She’d be happy to take Wanda’s place any day, though. 

The musical is amazing, impressive beyond anything Natasha had ever expected. She cries when Elphaba defies gravity, and after the whirlwind of the second act, she is among the first to give a standing ovation. She’s floating on cloud nine as she walks with you out of the theater back to the car.

The drive back to your home is quick at the late hour. Just as you're about to pull into the driveway, you slam hard on the brakes, jolting everyone forward. Vision power walks past the beams of your headlights, only breaking the pump of his arms to wave in thanks.

“What is he doing out so late?” you ask, and Natasha is relieved to know she’s not the only one who thinks his habits are a bit odd.

“No idea,” she mumbles, watching you pull onto the driveway and stop.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Natasha says, still giddy with excitement.“This was the best night of my life. I’ve always wanted to see a Broadway show, ever since I was a little girl. I never thought I’d get the chance, even after I moved here–”

“You’re very welcome,” you interrupt, seeming almost shy with the praise.

“I’m sorry Wanda wasn’t able to join you for your own anniversary,” she adds, although she’s not sure why.

You shrug. “Nothing we can do about it now. Besides, I’m glad you were able to join me and had such a fun night. I don’t think this would have been nearly as fun by myself.”

There is a pause and Natasha has to force herself to stop looking at your lips. If she had no self-restraint, it wouldn’t have taken much for her to lean over the center console and kiss you.

“Have a good night, Natasha. Drive home safely,” you say as the two of you get out of the car.

“Thank you again!” Natasha doesn’t even listen to music on her way home, riding out the high of what was easily one of the most memorable nights of her life in over a decade.

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A few weeks later, Natasha is working a double shift: the first one at Steve’s house, and the second at yours. You’re away at work, as usual, but she knows you’ll be home before she leaves for the day, and she never takes any glimpse of you for granted. Wanda is also back to being demanding and cranky, and Natasha has no idea if you told her about the night the two of you had together. She had felt the silent instruction from you not to blab about her taking Wanda’s place and was happy to keep the memories to herself.

She’s in the front hall, mopping while quietly humming “Defying Gravity” to herself, when Wanda clacks by in high-heels.

“Natasha!” she hisses. “Didn’t I tell you to start in the kitchen? If I slip out here because the floor is wet–”

“So sorry!” Natasha apologizes, hoping that she doesn’t finish her sentence. “I’ll put a fan on.” She rests her mop against the wall and darts off for the $300 Dyson fan in the closet. After pointing it towards the gleaming floor, she pushes her cart into the kitchen and continues mopping. She makes sure to open the window to air out the smell, and notices Steve across the street mowing his lawn. 

She stares at him, wondering if he can see her, and her question is quickly answered when Steve waves to her. She returns his wave with a smile, then goes back to her task before Wanda can complain she isn’t working hard enough. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him back away from his lawn mower and answer his phone; he disappears into his house hurriedly. 

“Natasha! Always make sure you open a window when you mop!” Wanda’s screech comes out of nowhere. “The chemicals you use give me a headache!”

“Oh, but the window is open–” Natasha tries to explain, but Wanda silences her with a wave of her hand.

“I’m on the phone!” she says, pointing to the cell phone held up to her ear. Natasha bites her lip, but holds her tongue. “Sorry, honey, what was that? No, I was talking to the maid,” she says. Natasha perks up despite the way Wanda titles her. You’re clearly on the other line, and maybe you’ll be home sooner than expected.

But Wanda disappears into a guest room (your house had so many of those), and Natasha can no longer hear her conversation. She dutifully continues to mop the floor, careful to fan the mop in a semi-circle pattern so as not to trap herself in a corner. She moves the chairs to the hallway one at a time, cursing their awkward shape that makes them difficult to carry and taking special care not to scrape the feet along the floor. 

Wanda’s shrill voice carries through the house again, this time covering a topic that makes Natasha’s cheeks heat up.

“Oh my God, yes, I’m still thinking about last night,” Wanda says. “When you had my legs behind my head–”

Natasha tries not to picture Wanda folded up like a pretzel while you plow into her. But she can imagine herself in a similar position (she’s not so confident in her own flexibility, but she’d make it work for you). Your hands could probably fit around her whole thighs as you push her legs apart wider, thrusting your hips in long strokes to fit your big dick into her. Natasha is embarrassed to admit that the last time she had masturbated, she had thought of you the whole time.

How much more you’d fill her compared to the flimsy toy she was using. How you would feel throbbing inside her, your body pressed hot and heavy against hers as you beg for her permission to finish. Imagining having you like that, with that kind of control, brought Natasha to the most amazing orgasm of her life. If only you had been there to share it with her. 

“I didn’t know if you’d be able to go another round, but you proved me wrong,” Wanda continues, and Natasha picks up on how breathless she sounds. She wonders if she’s touching herself right now, with Natasha mopping in the kitchen. Somehow, that wouldn’t be shocking to her. “You were still so hard when I put you down my throat.”

A lightning bolt of arousal strikes Natasha’s core. She can’t focus on mopping anymore, staring blankly out the kitchen window, lost in the new filthy fantasy playing in her head, guided by Wanda’s narration. 

Natasha lies between your legs, her lips barely brushing your hips as she takes your cock down her throat. She prays her gag reflex doesn’t protest at the obstruction in her airway, but despite the slight discomfort, she wants to do this all day. Your pants and moans are like music in her ears, urging her on to suck harder and take you deeper.

“Please Nat,” your voice wavers. The muscle fibers in your thighs are visibly tensed and your back arches off the bed when Natasha pushes your hips down, trying to maintain some kind of control over you. But your body seems to have a mind of its own, with only one goal in mind. 

“It’s almost like I can still taste you.”

You poke at the back of her throat and Natasha can feel the hot throbbing of your cock in her mouth. She’s so eager to swallow anything you’ll give her, she’s almost embarrassed in her desperation, but when your hands cup the back of her head, pushing her down so she can fit the last inch down her throat, she knows the two of you are on equal planes of passion.

Your entire body flexes and the anticipation for Natasha is overwhelming. You finally inhale sharply as the first hot spurt lands on her tongue. 

“Being on your knees for me is a good look for you.”

Natasha tips her head back against the wall, her fingers tangling in your hair. One of her legs rests on your shoulder while the other is spread far apart so you can kneel between them, your mouth pressed against her heat. Your tongue swirls around her clit and Natasha fears she won’t be able to stay standing much longer. 

“Y/N,” she pants, clutching your head tighter and rocking her hips forward. “I need you.”

Your fingernails dig harder into her thigh to still her. You look up into her eyes and Natasha thinks she’s going to finish right there. “You have me, baby. I’m all yours.”

“But there’s really only one place you belong.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you grunt, almost sending Natasha headfirst into the headboard with every one of your thrusts. “I could stay inside you forever.”

Natasha hums at the praise. She’s holding on the bedsheets for life, spasming and clenching around you, trying to pull you in deeper. You fill her so perfectly, she’s convinced her body was made for yours. 

“Tell me I’m better than her,” Natasha gasps, fighting to delay her own release.

“Fuck Wanda,” you grunt, pulling back on Natasha’s hips at the same time you thrust forward, burying your entire length into her. “I love you, Natasha. You’re the only one I ever want to be with.”

A noisy car engine pulls Natasha out of her head. Her face feels flushed with arousal, and she knows what she’s doing the second she goes home. Your green car suddenly pulls into the driveway but stops. You get out and walk to the street, grabbing one of the trash bins and pulling it towards the house.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” Wanda says in the background.

The realization crashes down on Natasha’s head like a cold shower. She watches you grab the second bin with both hands, carefully walking backwards with it.

You’re not on the phone and you’re standing 30 feet away from Natasha. If Wanda’s not on the phone with you, then who is she talking to?

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To be continued...(hopefully)

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[ippipo]

self aware caleb? yummy

part 1

you were in deep concentration when you heard a grunt coming from your phone while studying with caleb. he was staring at you from the phone, which you assumed was a glitch in the game.

"caleb, honey, if you make sounds like that just as i finally concentrate i swear to god i'll throw you across the room," you threaten him playfully, totally unaware that he understood every word that you said.

you return to focusing on your textbook, trying to regain the ability to pay complete attention to it. his eyebrows pinch together. who was this girl, and why was he seeing her? he was unaware if you were danger or not, you did just threaten him.

he waited until he heard a ding, watching you sigh. "finally, i finished studying. let's get me some food," you speak to him, confusing him even more. "who are you?" he asks, his tone was cautious.

"what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?" you panic. you stare in all directions, blissfully ignorant to the device in your hand. you finally looked at your phone and caleb is closer to the screen now. "nah, i must be dreaming," you snicker and go to the kitchen.

he was annoyed now. "no, you are not," he confirms your suspicion. "caleb? what the fuck?"

"yeah, that's my name. who are you and why am I able to see you?" he asks you with more aggression this time. you read stories about these things but never really imagined them to happen. and you did what you thought you would do while reading them instead of freaking out. explain to him your world, of course. but you were so close to pissing your pants, partly from excitement. but this was a dream come true, were you really gonna waste it on some stupid sense of fear?

"this is gonna take a while, buddy. you might wanna sit down for this," you say with a sigh, motioning him to sit down.

you told him about your world, and how magic and superpowers don't exist and how he was in a game. it took you about an hour. he was attentive, listening to every word you were saying, not taking his eyes off of you.

"so....to summarise it up, i'm an otome game character and that girl from my childhood is not real either. just not aware?" he asks, you nod. "the creators are so cruel, man. why would they make a cool guy like me go through that?" he remarks, a grin etched onto his face despite the sadness behind that statement.

"i don't feel anything towards her now, though," he states while scratching his nape, feeling lost. "i guess you aren't my love interest anymore, aw." he remained quiet at that statement, wondering what happens now. sure, he was attracted to the person he was talking with right now. but wouldn't it end tragically if he were to fall for you?

pushing those thoughts aside, he was curious about the real world, "how are the people there?" he asks you. "they're......cruel. but the people around me now are pretty alright, i don't go out much because i prefer staying at home," you reply.

"cruel? how so?" he questions, unconvinced with your answer. he was expecting the world to be better, without deception and unfortunate circumstances. "for starters, women here are still struggling, being treated disgustingly, racism is more prevalent than ever, the nazis are somewhat back, some orange white capitalist dude is ruining an already ruined country, and everyone's suffering," you finally take a breath.

you watch caleb's conflicted expression, regretting info-dumping on him so much. "so it's the same like here," he trails off. "it's still as shitty as here," he completes.

"don't think so, your world seems slightly better. i think i would be scared of walking alone at night because of wanderers instead of men," you state. he felt bad for you, and a familiar protective feeling resurfaces, the one he was conditioned to feel for the girl in the game now felt for you.

it was weird how he no longer recognized whoever that was. "i feel like i know you more than the character in here," he confesses. "well, she's basically me. although the personality is different, her name and stuff is basically mine."

caleb sighs in relief. it brought him some comfort knowing you were controlling it, not him involuntarily falling for someone he didn't know consciously.

"this sucks, i would rather be there with you," he reveals. he probably didn't know that made your heart flutter just a teeny tiny bit. just a little bit. "don't say stuff like that," you warn him. "hm? why?"

"i've read stories like this and they always end painfully. you'll start wanting to be with me because of my amazing gorgeous personality and eventually we'll do the boom boom pow online. suddenly you'll wanna do it with me, then you'll visit me and you'll have to choose between that world or this world. then you'll realize this world sucks and you'll have to give up our love. you'll go along with the mc and i'll end up missing that ding-a-ling," a shit-eating grin made its way onto your face. you felt proud of yourself.

he suddenly starts laughing at the way you worded the whole thing. "you're really something," he says making you snort. "i won't fall in love with you, i'm not that dumb," he states. you ignore the soft clench in your heart.

"are you sure you can resist all this, baby?" you flip your hair and wink at him. he rubs his ears to hide the redness, which was an unusual movement because his character never did that.

"positive, baby," he flirts back. it was your time to blush now. you clear your throat in embarrassment, "wanna see me cook?" you look at him hopefully, wanting to show off your skills. "i'll cook along too," he says.

he moves to his kitchen, the view to you was like as if you were on a video call. the screen showing you things in the game you wouldn't normally be able to see.

you hear a knock on your front door. "hey, lemme just check that and come back," you tell him before going to the door. your neighbour wanted some salad dressing. he was a fairly tall, good looking guy. he was married though, and he carried his ring around everywhere.

caleb watches the stranger waltz into your kitchen. his brows furrow in discontent. he didn't like the idea of you letting in another man into your house. he pinches himself and finally snaps out of it. 'you just met her properly for the first time, loser. control.'

the neighbour thankfully doesn't notice the animated but realistic man on your phone glaring at him. "thanks," the man smiles at you and leaves your house. "who was that?" caleb finally asks the question he was itching to ask. "my neighbour, he's making salad for his husband," you casually mention, unaware of the relief he felt. he was married, perfect.

you turn your back towards the camera and bend down to pick up a spoon that fell earlier. your ass on full display to him, well, not exactly, you had some shorts on. you didn't realize it, despite being an incredibly self-aware person. but caleb got the biggest loser boner ever.

he shifts in his place uncomfortably. "caleb, are you okay?" you ask with concern. "yes, great actually," he skillfully covers it up with a cough. "just getting used to not following a script."

this was gonna take a while.

[nerdygirlramblings]

Off to See the Wizard (7)

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cw: bad attempt at accents

Gaz watches the door slam behind you and turns back to Price, eyebrow raised. "Well, that was'n part 'a the plan," he says dryly. He looks to Soap and Ghost then back at Price. He drops his gaze to where Price still holds his wrist and, voice laced with sadness, says, "Maybe we were too much."

Price angles his head to catch Gaz's eye. He sees his own guilt reflected there. He sighs and runs a hand over his face. "Ya might be right," he admits.

"Wot 'appened?" Ghost asks, looking from the chair you abandoned to the door to Price.

"Think we might-a come on too strong," Price says. "She'd been skittish at dinner. Who knows wha' she thinks 'a wha' you an' me told 'er seein' what we did tonight." He drops his head into his hands. He knows you need to know about them, but when they first tried to explain their relationship to Laswell, it took months to make her see. To understand. They simply don't have that time with you.

Price knows actions speak louder than words. But it seems they shouted when a whisper might have worked just as well.

You sleep fitfully, chased through your dreams by soft lips, deep blue eyes, a desperate plea, and a broken heart. In the morning, when you hear the others getting ready, instead of rolling over and going back to sleep, you pull your things together. As the door to the barracks closes behind them, you head to the bathroom to get ready. You've paid attention to their routine and know they do their first round of training before they eat. If you head to the mess now, you can pick up some coffee and food to take with you, thus avoiding them for now.

You run quickly through the line in the mess, grabbing some fruit before you go. You carry it and a big tumbler of coffee to your office where you proceed to barricade yourself in with all the current intel you have. You check and double-check and triple-check the travel itinerary; the boys leave in four days, and despite your own emotional turmoil, you want them safe. You ignore the text you get from Laswell asking how you're getting on with the boys. Does she know something about them you don't? Instead you respond with a comment about how you know how to get to town if you need to and about Corporal Avery. You keep your thoughts about the 141 guarded.

By lunchtime, you're deeply invested in some older intelligence on the organization the 141 is taking on. It's a series of wire-taps between some of the organization's presumed leaders and local underlings from months ago. You know the audio has been scrubbed six ways from Sunday, but you wouldn't be the best if you didn't follow every hunch, and something tells you there's important information here. If you can find it.

You're so deep down the rabbit hole you don't hear the knocking on your door. You focus on your job and don't realize you've skipped lunch.

You work through to dinner, stopping when your growling stomach reminds you it hasn't had quite enough fuel to keep going at this rate. A glance at the clock shows it's 7:30, far later than you've seen the boys eat. Maybe you can eat in the mess in peace and slip into the barracks unnoticed, but you doubt it.

It's really John you're avoiding. It's not Kyle's fault he kissed his friend? lover? partner? in front of you. He couldn't know what John insinuated earlier that day. He couldn't know the kiss just about broke you. Even Simon, though he said he wants you, didn't do anything to make you feel like he was putting you on. It was Soap who snuggled close. Sure, Simon didn't stop him, but maybe that's how they comfort one another. You know their jobs are harrowing. Maybe this is something they do to cope.

You aren't thinking about food when you walk into the mess, mind still stuck on the 141, so you're surprised to see Soap sitting alone at a table. You consider ignoring him - he hasn't seen you yet - but when he glances up and sees you, his whole demeanor changes. You didn't realize how sad he looked until you think about how happy he is to see you. He waves an arm and starts to rise, looking like he's going to start shouting at you in a moment.

You hurriedly make your way to him, sitting in the space across from him as he takes his seat. "Och, Oz, was thinkin' you'd taken off." It's part tease, part scold. "We didnae knoo whare ye were. Gaz couldnae feend ye for brekkie, ahnd Ghost said no one answered yoor door at lunch."

You bite your lip and look away, torn between being ashamed and frustrated. You finally settle on curious. "I'm a big girl, Soap. I can, and do, take care of myself."

He waves a hand at you. "Aye, we knoo. But we're all keen on spendin' time wi' oor best girl now tha' yoor here." He blushes a bit at this admission but still meets your gaze. "We only have a few days, and I fer one doan wanna miss out on ye if I can help it "

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Soap has always been a sweet talker, but this feels definitively more like flirting than anything he"s said over comms.

He starts talking again, barrelling through your silence. "An' I hope I didnae make ye uncomfortable when I was restin' las' night. He doesnae look it, but Ghost makes a right fine pillow." He winks at you. "I bet you do too. Yoor soothing like tha'."

You hurry to respond. "No, no, I wasn't... uncomfortable? A little surprised I guess. Didn't know it was, well, I don't know what I thought, but it's fine. I'm fine." You know how you sound, tripping over yourself. In an attempt to deflect, you say, "I still need to eat, so..." You trail off and hope he gets the hint to leave, but it seems he's stubborn because he doesn't react. In fact, he leans forward and levers him up when you do.

"Lemme come wi'," he says. "We all had oor scran, but I can keep ye company. Pay ye back for all those nights ye made things less lonely."

You can't really say no when he puts it so sweetly. So you let him accompany you through the line, pointing out what you should try and what to avoid. You don't fail to notice the sounds he makes when you grab your selections, the hums and snickers and scoffs and questioning noises. When you're sure you have a fairly balanced plate - with some extra desserts because it's been one of those days - Soap deftly pays, ignoring your reminder that, "I get a daily meal allowance as part of this placement. It isn't even my money I'm spending." Then he snags your tray, carrying it for you back to your table.

As you eat Soap tells you more about himself, especially his family and how they want him to "settle doon wi' a nice girl." And just as John did the previous morning, Soap looks directly into your eyes as he says it. "Ne'er thought I'd feend one Ah wanted to settle doon wi'. No' really. No' until yoo, Oz."

You sputter for a moment, but really, who wouldn't. Three admissions of desire? love? in two days, and though you aren't quite as shocked by Soap's after both John and Simon, you're still troubled. "What about last night? You and Simon...you seem...close."

Soap nods his head. "Aye, we are. But it doesnae mean my heart is too full for ye." He looks at you so earnestly the recriminations die in your throat. You have feelings for four people all at the same time, after all. Who's to say the same can't be true for Soap. Is that what's going on with John, too?

You take a deep breath and force yourself to meet Soap's eyes. "What, exactly, are you saying, Soap? Are you playing around? Is this a game, or-"

He hastily cuts you off. "No! No no, nothin' li' tha'. I like ye, Oz. Have for a long while." He reaches across the table to hold your hand. "And yoor right. I have feelings foor...Ghost too." He shrugs and focuses on the table, collecting his thoughts. "Guess Ah don't see the point in limitin' mah love when each mission could be mah last." He spears you with his ice blue gaze and drives the point home when he adds, "An' Ah knoo Ah'm no' the only one who thinks tha' way."

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 8

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[kaivenom]

I just want you to know you done yandere pretty smooth and now I need yandere one piece dilfs, totally your fault for writing good

Yandere!OP DILFs x reader HCS

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: many people asked for this, so here it is, FINALLY

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

Once you put a foot on his castle, expect no return.

He is silent to the point of being scary, his castle is tricky and inmense, the only way of getting out is his boat, which is imposible for you to reach.

Once you accepted your new situation, you started to feel alone, that's when he noticed that not only he had to isolate you from the world but also make himself your world.

Expect attention, gifts, souvenirs and all kind of love and affections.

But once he is gone on missions for weeks or even months, you would get really sad and lonely.

On the time that Perona is there, at least she makes you company (Dracule made sure that you thought that this was also a gift), and when he is back, he abducts your attention again.

Sometimes you are scared of how serious he is, like he was about to explode on some point and that is the point of him, make you stay on the edge.

Later on the relationship (mostly due to Perona's going) he lets you go to other islands but only accompanied by him and for an afternoon.

You are to precious for the world to see you and you are only his.

Donquixote Doflamingo

We know this man is already a yandere himself.

Possesiveness, anger issues, attacks of crazyness, killing and torturing, etc.

You are his darling and precious pet, always following him and wearing the collar he gave you... or any other gift he puts on you.

You sometimes are lucky that you are wearing clothes cause surely he would be the kind to view you as his personal pet/hoe and would make you dress with lingerie in public, chokers, etc.

Sit on his lap is a most, there is no sit for you other than this, and he would grope you ass and touch all over your body, not caring about who is looking.

Definetly the worst part would be when he becomes jelaous cause he is a little too much of a paranoid.

The person he was jelaous off would be out of map, tortured and killed on a blink, and you would have to make it up for him.

Cause you are the best muse and little pet that anyone can have, so it's a little your fault that everyone looks and desires you, so you would have to compensate him.

Lullabies, dances, kisses, sex, cuddles, worship, licking his boots... anything that goes thru his mind at the moment, and you know that you aren't strong enough to resist, nor physically nor mentally.

Sr. Crocodile

Picture the typical relationship mafia boss and wifey, but now ad that you can't escape.

Gifts are his love language and the proof that you are his, everything is personalized to confirm that you belong to him and that you are untouchable.

He expects you to be his biggest support, even if you have a horrible day, you must comfort him first.

Expect to be isolated from the world and work from home or don't work either, typical homwife of the 50s.

You can only go out with female friends, if he catches another man near you, he would hire a detective to investigate them.

He would in fact make the detective investigate everyone in your life and if someone isn't of his like them he would slowly remove them from your life.

Expose hidden secrets from them, make up rumours, put you against them, etc.

Everything to make them expensable and him your only support.

He already is your financial support, add to this the emotional part and he would be the pillar of your life, nothing more.

He makes sure of that.

Smoker

Uses his position of marine to keep you from leaving.

If you are also a marine then he would do anything on his power to be your superior.

To control and keep an eye on you, if someone it's to close, then a file is open and maybe that person would be fired.

He would dissmiss your authority if you are his superior.

The point it's that he always has to be with you, control you and have more power than you.

He decides what you wear, where you work, how you spent the times together, and everything he can.

And somehow, you didn't care, he made it look so easy and so comfortable that you don't make the effort to choose anything, you've gotten too used to him doing it.

To the rest of the world, especially his male coworkers, you both are the perfect couple cause you do everything he says.

Akagami Shanks

He is so fun and so nice that you wouldn't notice at first.

He is really possesive and at first you saw it like a cute thing, then it became something a little more twisted.

He justifies himself by saying that since he is a yonkou, he doesn't want to risk you.

But then you started to not have one minute alone, always with him near or with some of his guards, but mostly him, he doesn't trust anyone with you.

He follows the same strategy that Luffy does (in another hcs i have), he goes for emotional blackmail.

If you leave him he would be sad, if you don't give him a kiss or sex before a battle then he will die, etc, small rituals of affection that if you don't follow, then something bad would happen.

You are man handled by him, no matter what, you are always on his lap or next to him with your legs on his.

You can't escape his touches or affection, he always catches you and makes you feel loved, that compensates with the fact that he goes drinking and flirting with people (not doing anything, he is really loyal in that part).

He makes you feel the most loved ever but the shadow of something happening if you dont is always present.

[insomniakisses]

G!p Caitlin taking you with her to a team dinner and some random dude starts flirting with you and you decide to make her jealous a little bit and she eventually gets fed up and leads you to the bathroom

You’re Mine

A/N: Lowkey changed the request a bit, i just went with it haha. Not exactly the vibe I had hopped for my first WBB fic but.... Yeah. Maybe i could make a part 2 if yall are wanting it!

warnings/notes: I changed this to be alpha!cait hope thats okay, smut, semi public sex, possessive nature, omegaverse au, cait has a dick, afab reader, omega reader, alpha caitlin clark, daddy kink, CNC themes, Toxic!caitlin, cheater!caitlin, Blowjobs, porn with plot, Slightly angsty too, Slight Alpha!Kate x reader, omega space, talk of injuries, blood, possibly slight abusive themes, mentions of cum.

It was a common thing, Caitlin taking you out for meals. Whether it was with her team, the pair of you and Kate or just the two of you. She was just that kind of girlfriend, she liked spending time with you, doting on you and spoiling you beyond belief no matter how much you protest that it’s not necessary.

Today was different though, her attention was not on you at all. No, her attention was on her team and her team only. You put up with it at first, knowing to behave because Caitlin doesn’t like bratty girls. Bratty girls have to be punished. Not to mention the big win the team had just had, she deserved to celebrate and enjoy her night.

But when the second hour of her paying you no mind rolled around you began to get squirmy, you tried to be good you really did but you couldn’t help act up. Especially when your attempts to get her attention were brushed off.

Your first attempt was subtly, shuffling closer to her and looping your hand in her free one, content with the feeling of her skin against yours. That was until she shook your hand off a moment later moving her hand to rest on the table. You pouted then, feeling uneasy that she had brushed you off so easily. The second attempt was a little bolder, and you knew it might cross a line, but you didn’t care. Reaching over you squeezed her upper thigh, but she gave you nothing. Not even a lip twitch.

A soft whine escapes you, quiet enough that only she could hear but she doesn’t react. It makes you sad really, having so little of her attention when she’s usually so wrapped up in your presents that the world becomes white noise. Not tonight though, no, tonight she was focused on anything but you. Even the waitress’s chest and ass apparently judging from the way she bites her lip staring at her as she passes by.

That’s the last straw you think, its one thing for her to ignore you for her team after a win. That you could learn to live with, but to shamelessly check out another omega in front of you after ignoring you all night? Ouch.

You avert your eyes as soon as you see it, like looking any longer might burn you. Your eyes lock with Kate and she shoots you a sympathetic look, clearly more than aware of your feelings. Certainly, more so than your own girlfriend. If you could even call her that.

The two of you had never really used such labels, the girl claiming she didn’t need a label to prove she loved you and only you. And if she loved you and you knew that why did anyone need to know. You felt silly now, sitting there in her jersey her number delicately painted onto your cheek with such detail and care it was clear you had practiced making it look perfect.

Your cheeks flushed, embarrassment and humiliation flooding you. Stupid. You thought, negative thoughts swirling round in your head, beginning a spiral. You excused yourself not that anyone batted an eye as you made a beeline for the restrooms. You lean on the counter and shake your head trying to stop the thoughts that hit you.

She’s embarrassed of you.

She doesn’t even want you here.

She just wants you to leave her alone.

She wants the waitress, she’s prettier than you are.

You shake your head, willing the thoughts to go away. Caitlin hadn’t said any of that, you shouldn’t believe it. You sigh, taking a deep breath and splash your face with water. Taking a deep breath readying yourself to go back out there. Caitlin was your ride, so you were stuck there, forced to endure another 2 hours of humiliation. Sat next to Caitlin as she ignored you and eye fucked anything that walked past. You didn’t know what was worse the way she ignored you without a care, the way Kate was sat opposite all kind smiles and eyes full of pity or the way you knew at the end of the night you’d be faced with horny Caitlin’s honeyed words and empty promises. You’d fall for it of course, you always did. Laying there as she hovered above you, thrusting into you without a care, breath like a brewery.

--

Stepping out of the restrooms you didn’t notice Caitlin’s gaze on you, you were too busy apologising to the poor waiter you’d bumped into. Luckily, he hadn’t been carrying anything, but it didn’t diminish your efforts as you rambled on and on apologising to him.

He dismissed you though, a flirty smirk settling onto his face as he rubbed your waist. Complements and examples of how you could make it up to him escaping his lips over and over. Usually, you would push him off with a scoff and a comment about how sleazy it was, but not today. Today you needed the attention, and you didn’t care who it was from.

You didn’t know or care if Caitlin was looking, having ridded yourself of her jersey and washed her number off your face. She didn’t deserve you, not after her behaviour today. An opinion you would stan your ground on. At least for now.

For now, you were content laughing and encouraging the man in front of you. Though, a few minutes later his smirk dropped into a worried frown. You furrow your brows about to ask him what’s wrong when you hear it. A low deep growl from right behind you. Caitlin’s growl. You shudder at it, not liking the way her scent covers you. It feels wrong. Smothering even, in the way you can only smell her. Her anger is heavily evident in the scent, it sets you off, filling you with dread.

You don’t react, you don’t have time to before your being tugged away. Her grips hard around your wrist, it hurts, and you know it will bruise. She growls again, throwing you into the restroom and into the counter not batting an eye when you yelp out in pain.

Her eyes are narrowed on you, her jaw set. She’s beyond pissed, angrier than you’ve ever seen her. You don’t like it. Not the way she looks at you or the harshness of how she’s touching you. Its wrong. It doesn’t feel good, it makes you feel unimportant. Confirming your previous fears.

She’s quick with her movements reaching out and grabbing your jaw, hard. “What, the fuck was that?” She spits, eyes full of disgust. Her anger flaring when you don’t answer, “I asked you a question slut!” she growls unamused when you fail to answer again, your mouth just opening and closing as you stare up at her wide-eyed.

“Can’t work your mouth huh? You’re just a dumb fucking slut, aren’t you?” you don’t answer, she doesn’t let you. Shoving you down onto your knees with a grunt. “Your mouth’s only useful for one thing, isn’t it? Huh?” her voice is deep and raspy, her hands making quick work of freeing her cock.

“Cait-“ you begin to whine, but she talks over you.

 “Oh, just SHUT UP and fucking take it” she grunts grabbing the back of your head and slamming herself down your throat. Groaning in delight when you gag around her, your fists balled up and slapping against her thighs, drool dripping down your chin onto the floor.

“That’s it,” she gathers your hair in both her hands guiding your head along her as she starts a rough pace fucking into your throat. “That’s fucking it, all your good for warning my fucking cock like the cockslut you are.”

She keeps her rough pace as she abuses your throat, loving every gag you make trying to take her, you have no choice, but you just shut your eyes and take it.

“My slut aren’t you baby,” she taunts thrusting fast as she nears her orgasm, “just here for my use, my personal little cock sleeve, fuck!” She gasps pinning your head to her crotch holding you still as her cock twitches in your throat. Her cum painting it as she spurts into you, panting heavily as she does so.

You gasp for air when she finally releases you, coughing slightly after swallowing all her cum. She slaps her cock again your face smugly, wiping cum and drool across your cheek without a care.

“Are you ready to answer me now slut?” she asks, voice calm but sharp.

“Yes daddy, sorry daddy” you whimper shuffling closer to nuzzle into her thigh as she absent-mindedly strokes your hair. The little attention doing wonders to send you slipping into omega space.

She hums, giving your hair a tug as she repeats her earlier question. “So, what the fuck was that outside, hmm? Throwing yourself at that worthless alpha right in front of my face” she scoffs, staring down at you awaiting your answer which comes out mumbled against her thigh as frustrated, and embarrassed tears escape your eyes.

“M’sorry daddy, wanted your attention but you didn’t want me anymore…” you whimper more tears flowing down your blushed cheeks. “You wanted that waitress… not me.”

She sighs at that, hearing the confusion and heart break in your voice as you stare up at her with such sad eyes. Her hand comes down to caress your cheek and you mean into her touch letting her pull you up and into her arms, though you curl into yourself a little when met with her intense gaze.

“Look at me.” She commands guiding your head, so it’s tilted up at you. She waits till she has eye contact before she speaks again, “I want you, only you baby hmm” she coos as she wipes your tears and rests her forehead against yours.

“But I was bad…” you mumble, head getting fuzzy as your hit with a wave of her pheromones pushing you further into omega space weather you want it or not. Your pupils dilating as you let out a whine leaning into her fully eyes closing as she tugs your pants and underwear off, guiding you onto the counter and spreading you.

“That’s why I have to punish you...” you hear her say, missing the smirk on her face as you let your eyes close finding it hard to focus one anything right now, trusting your alpha to take care of you.

She lines herself up slamming in, neglecting wrapping up her dick because your so out of it you won’t stop her. Besides if your hers so what if she cums in you? That’s her right whether you like it or not.

The bathroom is filled with grunts and groans as she pounds into you, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise and slamming into you so hard you’d find it painful in your right mind. There’s no kisses or gentle words, she just pumps out more pheromones keeping you in a state of constant compliance as she pounds away not batting an eye as you hit your head into the mirror ever time she thrusts. Or how you whine in pain from the tap digging into your side.

“That’s it, take it. Fucking take it.”

“All your good for”

“Mine to use whenever I want, however I fucking want.”

“That’s right I fucking own you.”

“Your mine”

She just repeats the same few things grunting against your neck as she bites and sucks at your neck not caring that she’s just mate marked you, and certainly not licking at it to stop the blood or sooth the wound. Instead, she just pounds and pounds into you not caring when people come in or out until she’s done with you. Pulling out with the false promise of coming back for you after she grabs her jacket, instead she leaves you there. Kate watching her leave with the waitress from earlier a little while later, wondering where you could possibly be or if you could see this happen. Scoffing “does she have no shame” she thinks to herself.

--

You’re in and out of consciousness, confused and in pain when Kate finds you. Having taken a trip to the restrooms to fix her hair before leaving. The first thing that hits her is your smell, she smells your in omega space and then her eyes land on you.

You’re still on the counter, slumped up by the mirror. Bruises and scratches litter your skin, blood crusting on your neck as the bite mark remains an open wound. Caitlin’s cum leaking from your pussy and it’s there she sees the hand shaped bruises across your legs and hips. She’s frozen in place, she knew Caitlin wasn’t always the best or most loyal to the omega’s she had but she would have never thought Caitlin could be so cruel especially not to someone so sweet and loving as you. She growls then, silently promising to protect you from now on. Even if she has to fight Caitlin to do it.

You’re shaking as she gets closer your eyes barely open, clearly not able to do anything not even speak. She’s unsure if the constant shaking is from coldness or that your body is in shock, honestly it could be both judging on your state. She’s so thankful that it was her that found you, who knows what another alpha might have done.

She slips off her jacket and helps you into it grabbing some paper towel and wetting it in the sink, gently cleaning at your sensitive pussy. She coos when you jolt and laces her free hand with yours, kissing your knuckles as she talks you through every single thing she does for you. Making sure she notifies you before she makes any kind of movement to touch you.

Once she’s cleaned you up and tended to your wound as best she can with what’s around her, she looks for your clothes placing them in a pile on the counter next to you. You can’t put them back on, there soaked in god knows what from the floor and half ripped from Caitlin’s lack of care.

“For fucks sake Caitlin! You asshole.” she mumbles under her breath. Shoving them into her bag to deal with later.

Slipping out of her sweats and helping you into them she can’t help chuckle at how long they are on you, rolling up the bottoms until they rest at your ankles. She takes her hoodie off then and ties it round her waist covering whatever her baggy t-shirt didn’t of her boxers. Once she’s satisfied, she won’t flash anyone she guides you into her arms.

“C’mon then babygirl, let’s get you somewhere safe, okay?” She doesn’t really expect an answer back, not in this state anyway, but she asks regardless. A small smile tugging at her lips when you manage a slight nod as she carries you out to her car, setting you gently into the seat and buckling you up. With one gentle kiss to your head, she closes the door and gets in the driver’s side, making her way back to her apartment. She’d never been so glad she moved out into her own place. Her only focus being making sure you’re okay

[arannellahowlett]

Bruised and Bloody

Note: Who is ready for some Simon Riley angst? I fear he's vastly ooc...my apologies. Part 2 if people like it?

Warnings: angst, mentions of past abuse, Simon Riley hating himself

Summary: Y/N Riley wakes up alone in bed and wondering where her husband is, he's having a rough night and needs some reassurance.

Simon Riley was a complicated man, with a complicated past and most of it was unpleasant. During the day it was easy to keep the memories at bay, he kept himself busy, either on missions, training or with his wife Y/N. Nighttime was the worst. It was during the night that he often found himself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling for hours on end as his memories poured, from missions gone bad, all the way back to his childhood. And they were vivid, so much so that he swore he could touch, feel and smell what was happening. There was a sadness which as the night wore on would turn into anger and sometimes fear. It was particularly bad on the nights immediately after returning from assignments. Tonight was one of those nights.

Y/N rolled over in her sleep, reaching for him to cuddle into his side, she was cold, and he was a furnace…except he wasn’t there, and his side of the bed was cold. She blinked rapidly, clearing the fog from her brain and letting her eyes focus and looking at the clock, just after 3 am.  Sure enough, he was gone, and she knew exactly where he would be. She swung her legs out of the bed, pulled on the pair of socks she had thrown on the floor before bed and grabbed Simon’s hoodie from the bottom of the bed, putting it on, it was so big that it covered her knees. Quietly, she made her way downstairs, bypassing the living room and heading directly for their basement. Before she even reached the stairs, she could hear him grunting and the rapid thumping of his fists violently attacking the punching bag he had set up ages ago.

As Y/N made it halfway down the stairs she could see he was sweating, Y/N could see it dripping off his bare back. She could tell he’d been down here for hours just by how exhausted he looked. She could also see that he hadn’t wrapped his hands first, something she’d begged him to do repeatedly. He often said that he was a broken man, a cold-hearted one, all Y/N saw though was a man who needed to be comforted and loved, and she was more than happy to provide it.

Y/N watched him for a few minutes, he had no idea that she was there, completely lost in his desire to beat the absolute hell out of the punching bag. If he was just down here working, Y/N would think it was hot, the mix of strikes, jabs and everything else he is doing, the sight of him without a shirt alone would do her in…But Simon was clearly having a bad night, the sounds of his hands hitting the leather getting louder and more rapid. Y/N had to get him to stop before he hurt himself.

Y/N sighed quietly, knowing better than to startle him. That had happened once and only once, and it had not been pretty. She stayed back by the stairs before finally speaking up, just loud enough that she knew he would hear her.

“Simon? Come back to bed. Please?” She watched Simon freeze in place, his breathing heavy and ragged, fist remaining in the air as he’d been mid-punch, Y/N could already tell that his knuckles were going to be bruised from the relentless abuse Simon had inflicted. He took a deep breath before turning his head to look at Y/N with a look that could only be a mixture of anger, exhaustion and a hint of fear. He didn’t say a word but lowered his hand.

 Y/N took his pause as permission to creep forward, moving slowly towards him before wrapping her arms around him from behind. “You okay?” She asked, her hands resting on his stomach. She felt the muscles tense under her touch, but he didn’t protest or remove them. Y/N’s warmth was comforting against his back. A light in his darkness.

He didn’t answer immediately, taking a moment to let silence pass between them before finally answering. “No,” he admitted, his voice lower and hoarser than it usually was. Y/N squeezed him gently, he was being honest tonight, that was a good sign.

“Okay. What can I do to help?” she asked softly. Normally, Simon would say there wasn’t anything she could do, that he was fine, and he was just blowing off steam.

Tonight however, Simon leaned back into Y/N’s embrace, his shoulders relaxing under her touch and he let out a sigh, his exhausted seeping into his voice. “I…don’t know. “He started. “I just need…” He trailed off, he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed, he wasn’t used to expressing when he needed something/ His tough exterior hid his feelings well but in the rare moments like tonight he would allow the cracks in his armor show, but only for Y/N.

Y/N could feel the weight of his emotions, the struggle of a man who had spent most of his life burying his trauma and pain under a normally stoic demeanor. It had always been hard for him to open to people, here right now in the early hours of the morning he was letting his guard slip. He continued to lean against Y/N, seeking comfort in her embrace and craving the connection and comfort that only she could provide him.

Without letting go of him, Y/N maneuvered herself around him so that she was facing him. Slowly she traced her fingers up to his stomach, to his chest and finally rested them on his shoulders, or as well as she could, considering how small she was compared to his 6’4 frame.

 Simon’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, his eyes distant and unfocused. In her new position, Y/N could read his face more clearly, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were in a thin line, his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. He didn’t move away though, instead he leaned into her touch, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and hold her but held himself back. Y/N trailed one hand down his right arm, all the way until she reached his hand, gently lifting it to inspect the damage.

 She tsked as she saw the angry cracks, blood and bruising of his knuckles. Caressing them gently she looked up at him sadly. “Baby, I really wish you’d at least wrap your hands…”

Simon watched her with careful eyes, wincing slightly as her fingers ran over the sore spots. He knew he’d done this to himself, again, continuing his self-destructive pattern that they both knew so well.

“I know,” He mumbled, his voice sounding raw and gruff. “I just…needed to feel something, anything, just something I could control.” He tried to pull his hand back, not wanting her to see the true extent of the damage he’d caused to himself.

Y/N shook her head. “Please don’t hide from me Simon.”

She watched as his jaw clenched, resignation and frustration clear on his face. He knew she was the last person he should hide from, but the fear of opening and being vulnerable, even to his wife, made him want to make a quick retreat. However, he allowed her to continue inspecting his hand, rough and callused, his hands were a testament to his military career and the battles fought both on and off the battlefield.

Y/N brought his hand up to her lips, kissing his knuckles gently before letting go and reaching for his left. She sighed when she saw that he had left his wedding ring on, if his knuckles were anymore swollen, she would have been concerned that it would have to be cut off. She caressed his left hand the same way she had done the right, before kissing it and leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers moving to play in his short brown hair.

“I wish you trusted me enough to come to me on nights like this Simon, I can help. I know it’s hard and you’re stubborn, but I love you.” She said softly to him.

Simon shook his head. “I trust you,” He whispered, a slight crack in his voice. “I just…I can’t lay this all on you Sunshine. I won’t burden you.”

Y/N smiled softly at him. “It’s not a burden Si, I’m your wife, for better or for worse.”

Simon’s eyes met hers, conflict and pain fading from his gaze. Y/N always understood and accepted him, which only made him love her more, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilt for putting her through his often turbulent moods. His large hands moved to her hips, holding her close as if he was scared, she’d disappear. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.” His jaw was tense and his grip on her hips tightened, seeking some kind of reassurance from her. The vulnerability in his eye betrayed the usual façade of strength that he wore as a second skin.

Y/N gripped his arms, staring directly into his shining eyes. “You aren’t going to hurt me, and you certainly aren’t going to lose me. You are stuck with me Simon Riley, in this lifetime and all others.” She promised softly.

Simon was never the sentimental type, but her words struck a chord deep within him. He pulled her closer, his large arms wrapping around her waist tightly as he buried his face in her neck taking a shaky breath and surrounding himself with her warmth like a safe haven. She could barely hear it but she froze when he heard him whisper. “I don’t deserve you.”

Her heart broke a little, it wasn’t the first time that he’d said it, but it was the first time she was letting him know that she heard it. “Simon, I want you to listen to me and listen good yeah?” I moved one hand to card through his hair. “You deserve the world, you deserve to be loved, you deserve to be happy. I don’t care what your bastard of a father told you when you were a kid.”

She watched him close his eyes. “But I’m broken love.” He murmured. “After everything I’ve done, everything I’ve seen…You should be running for the hills.”

Y/N sighed sadly, tugging on his hand and leading him to the bench along the wall. “Sit, you’re too tall for me to do this standing.”

He did as she asked, his body was too tired and aching after his latest mission and now having beat the hell out of the punching bag for hours. Once he was seated, Y/N moved to stand between his thighs, resting her hands on his shoulders. Simon looked up at her, just waiting.

“You are not broken Simon, a little rough around the edges, but not broken.” I murmured. “I will always want you Simon, please never doubt that. You have seen terrible things and gone through so much bad shit. But you’ve also spent your entire life trying to help people. You have saved thousands of lives and get no thanks for it. That takes an incredibly special kind of person.”

Y/N could see him readying himself to argue so she cut him off. “You are my everything Simon, I would be lost without you, and I will spend every day making sure that you know it.”

Simon’s features softened and he reached up to pull her hands off his shoulders so that he could hold them. He had spent so long believing that he didn’t deserve to be loved, but Y/N’s unwavering devotion was a constant in his life now, even after 5 years together it surprised him. His grip tightened, his calloused fingers intertwined with her much smaller and softer one, he pulled her close so that he could embrace her fully.

 “Damn it, I really don’t deserve you, Sunshine.” He murmured, his voice thick with emotions.

 Y/N rolled her eyes and snorted.  “I believe was just went over this, you do, and I will not accept that you don’t, you stubborn man. I can be stubborn too you know.”

Simon let out a soft chuckle. He knew her too well and her stubbornness when it came to him was unyielding. He leaned his forehead against her stomach, a deep sigh escaping him. “If only the world knew how stubborn my wife is.”

She smiled down at him, with one hand moving to his hair. “I have to be to be able to handle you.”

Simon’s eyes closed as he leaned against her, simply enjoying the closeness. He opened them again when she tugged on his hair gently. “Come on Si, let’s go to bed.”

He was exhausted and released the grip he had around her waist, and with a tired smile he nodded, letting her pull him up before he took her hand and led her up the basement stairs before taking the next set of stairs to the bedroom. The walk was slow and silent, Simon’s body was weary, his usual confident stride replaced with a sluggish pace. Once in the bedroom he lowered himself slowly onto the bed, groaning as he did.

Y/N watched carefully, his normally sharp and alert gaze was weighed down by physical and mental fatigue. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with movement. His gaze turned to hers and he patted the spot beside him. “Come on love,”

Y/N slid under the covers with him, immediately settling into his arms, head on his chest, his wrapped around her back. She started drawing small patterns on his chest with her finger. “Si?”

He turned his head to look at her in the darkness, just barely making out the shape of her. “Yes love?” he asked with a squeeze of his arm.

“I love you.”

She felt Simon immediately relax. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned just enough to press a gentle kiss onto her lips. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than you could ever imagine.”

[allfearstofallto]

if you’re still doing the yandere alphabet, could you do E,L,P,T,X, and Y for childe? no worries if not, I love ur writing! <3

I've definitely been wanting to write more of these!! Thank you so much!!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere, obsession, mentions of stalking

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Childe is open. More open than you'd want him to be and more open than you're willing to hear. You tend to not care about his back story or his interests, but he'll tell you regardless and you're forced to listen.

But if you do listen, really listen, really take in what he says, maybe you'll be able to see how much information he omits. Stories he laughs off like they're funny, are traumatizing in nature. The things he says are horrifying, scary in a way that would change a person permanently. 

He assures you that no such thing has happened with a playful smile, but you see the subtle twitch of his eyebrow and quiver of his lip. He's truthful, but not completely honest.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Childe is one of the few yanderes who's approach will be different based on where his standing is with you.

Know him as that one guy you met on the streets of Liyue, the one who was rather charming, but also rather persistent about seeing you again and he'll court you proper. The whole nine yards. He'll be the ideal boyfriend, albeit with a few quirks that can be brushed off. Mostly his fierce, protective jealousy and strangely short temper. 

Know him as the fatui harbinger? He'll also be just that. It's even worse if you owe money to the northland bank, a debt that he insists that you pay back with your affection rather than money. He won't even attempt to hide his true nature. You already know who he is and what he's capable of. Rather, he'll try to force you to fall in love with the real him, by any means necessary.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 

Patient as a fighter, patient at heart. Childe isn't inherently cruel. At least to you he's not. He'll give you time, space, conversation, whatever he thinks you may need to make you more comfortable. But that isn't him being generous. His patience comes with the expectation that you'll eventually fall into the role expected of you.

Refuse or even worse, actively fight him after all the kindness he's given you and you won't see that tolerance anymore. Expectations are higher with harsher consequences if not done when he wants, exactly how he wants. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh, does he hate that crying face of yours. He can't stand to see you sad, let alone actually sobbing. Each year rolling down your cheek is like a stab to his heart, he can hardly bear the agony.

He's quick to console you when you cry, especially when he's the one who caused it. Although he can't help, but notice you tend to cry harder when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. Even though he hates your tears, he hates the disdain you have for him more. 

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Worship is a strong word. Childe loves you. Adores you. He does put you on a bit of a pedestal, believing you to be better than most people. But worship? Worship is a bit much.

Childe doesn't feel like he has to win you over. The depraved side of him believes he already owns you. Of course, you also own him as well, if you so desire. But because of that, his actions has him seeing you as almost an equal. Almost. There are still times where he loses himself in the desperation and desire to have you completely.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Like a fish needs water, like a man needs air, Childe yearns for you in a way that's animalistic in nature. Childe knows about you long before you know about him. 

“Snapping” is a term that can't entirely be used for him because of this. You can't really lose it if it was never really there. The second he saw you, the second he felt the way he did, the way you made his heart pound the same way it would if he were to be thrusts into the throes of a fierce battle, he's already plotting how he plans to take you.

[hannahbarberra162]

Imagine Thatch Reassuring You (Thatch x Reader, fluff)

WC: ~1.3k

TW: reader is insecure / having a bad body image day / unspecified reason for not liking seeing themselves in the mirror

Kinda NSFW, no sex happens but it's mentioned.

You were straddling your boyfriend’s massive lap on his couch, grinding on him as the two of you enjoyed another sloppy makeout session. As the Fourth Division Commander, Thatch had little downtime and the two of you liked to use it as best you could. Today Thatch was off for lunch service, leaving the two of you a delicious swath of time during the middle of the day together. You were already topless, your preferred way to be when alone, while Thatch had his clothes on.

You had one arm looped behind his neck and your other hand gripping his firm chest, while his own hands roved over your body, seemingly always returning to your ass. Thatch broke the kiss and started giving open kisses to your neck, making you sigh. Sex with Thatch was the best you’d ever had and not just due to your physical attraction to him. You felt connected, loved, and protected even when he was spanking or punishing you. He always left you with the sense that you were someone he cherished, someone he couldn’t live without. You weren’t sure why someone as incredible as him felt that way about someone like you, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The two of you hadn’t exchanged “I love you’s” yet but you knew how you felt about the chef.

“I wanna try something new today,” Thatch murmured into your skin, one large arm spanning your upper back.

“Oh? Something new, hm? Alright,” you said with a giggle. Something new meant something fun - nipple clamps or anal plugs or being bound in a new way. You were game for all of it, you felt safe with Thatch and trusted his judgement. Thatch picked you off his lap and set you down on the couch, making you pout. 

“Ha, don’t worry. I won’t be gone long,” Thatch said, blowing you a kiss. You weren’t being too bratty yet, you didn’t think he was going to punish you for that. Thatch left his cabin, his massive erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. He was gone for less than a minute before he reappeared with a large freestanding mirror. Your brow furrowed and you frowned as you looked over the mirror. Thatch set it down facing the couch and plopped back down next to you.

“C’mere, I wanna show you something,” he purred at you, pulling you back into his lap. This time he had you facing the mirror as he began rolling your nipples in his large fingers. You turned your head to the side, ignoring the image in front of you completely.

“No, I want you to watch yourself in the mirror,” he chided, his hand grabbing your jaw and turning your head to face the reflection.

“Well, I don’t,” you stated flatly, twisting your head to look at the side of his cabin. “I don’t like this. Can you take it away? I wanna keep going but I don’t wanna look at…all that,” you said with a curl of your lip, waving your hand in the direction of the mirror. You didn’t want to use your safe word but if he wanted you to watch yourself you would. You saw Thatch give you a sad look from the corner of your eye. He turned you around so you were facing his front and away from the mirror.

“You don’t want to watch me?” he asked with hurt in his voice, a finger stroking down your cheek.

“What? No, no! I love looking at you, it’s not that. You’re the most attractive person I’ve ever been with, I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want to watch myself,” you said, disgust tinging the last word. You would never want Thatch to think he wasn’t incredible in every way, the thought that you’d hurt his feelings had you changing your tune immediately.  Thatch frowned and cupped your face in his hands, completely engulfing your cheeks in a tender caress. You tried to pull away again, this was getting a little too emotional for you. But Thatch’s gaze and hands didn’t waver and didn’t let you recede either.

“That’s…sad. We won’t do this if you don’t want to - I’ll put the mirror away. But it makes me upset to think you don’t see yourself like I do. I’m going to turn you around but we’re not going to fool around or have sex, OK? Please?” Thatch asked softly, finishing with a chaste kiss to your lips. You were still frowning but gave a small nod. Thatch turned you around so that you were both facing the mirror again but this time you used your hands to cover your breasts. It felt too raw to be emotionally open and naked at the same time.

“Do you know what I see?” Thatch asked, leaning his chin on your shoulder. You closed your eyes while he was waiting for your answer. He nuzzled into your neck, so close his stubble was rubbing your sensitive neck. 

“Look, just for a moment. See what I see,” Thatch whispered imploringly, his arms wrapping around your middle to pull you flush against his hairy chest. You leaned your head back against him seeking the warm comfort of his embrace. Protection, really, against the harsh reality of what you saw in the mirror. You cracked open your eyes to see your sweet, caring boyfriend and the all too familiar image of yourself in the mirror. After tucking your hair behind your ear, Thatch starts to speak.

“I see someone wholly, completely, and utterly wonderful. I see someone who is the best thing that’s come into my life since I set sail with Whitebeard decades ago. I see someone who isn’t perfect  - you’ve lived a life like anyone else. You have your flaws and your quirks but that doesn’t make you anything but human. You’re not perfect but you're perfect for me,” Thatch said softly, rubbing your sides. You were crying a little bit, your chin wobbling as Thatch soothed your turbulent feelings. Still, you held the image of Thatch comforting you in your eyes as he continued.

“Ace was annoying Marco the other day on deck asking if Marco would love him if he was a worm. I didn’t even have to think for a second. I’d love you if you were a worm, if you were a spider, if you lost a limb, if your tits hung to the floor, I wouldn’t care. None of that matters. What matters is you. Your body is only one part of you, and I love it too. But there's so much more I love about you. I love your smile, your attitude, your morning breath, your intelligence, your sense of humor," he continued, kissing your temple. Now you were truly crying, your tears running down your cheeks. 

“Do you know why?” Thatch asked, kissing away a tear. You shook your head, unsure if your voice would hold for words.

“Because I love you,” he said simply, turning your face to his with one of his hands. 

“Even like th-iis?” you said, voice cracking. You were sure you looked a mess, you’d been told you were an ugly crier as a child and it had always been another insecurity.

“Like this,” he confirmed without hesitation. You uncovered your breasts and turned halfway in his lap so you were facing him.

“I love you too,” you said, looking into his eyes. Leaning forward, you grabbed his shoulders to pull him towards you, kissing him with everything in your soul.

~~~ Later~~~

Reader: So, would you love Ace if he was a worm? 🧐🧐🧐

Thatch: Absolutely not. I’d feed him to Marco. (he wouldn't).

@mfreedomstuff

[haveihitanerve]

This brilliant little backstage scene deserves to be shared with the world and because i am who i am i also have to add my thoughts- once again, ignore them and just watch the vid if you so please :)

Tim casually sprinting away, what a delightful man :) 

The way they have like… feet on either side of the stage, lots of space, but Tom and Sam are sitting right next to each other, absolutely not even an inch between them, legs and arms touching, talking about best first dates??? My heart😭

“Mainly… balance.” Both Tom and Sam’s shoulders moving in the same way when they laugh- 

The way Tom is looking at Sam while listening-

“That would be amazing!” “that sounds awful.” the dichotomy lmaooo

“One of us? There's four of us?” Sam i love you so much- he automatically thinks of the other two not present they are like so close i'm gonna cry-

“I always think of the collective.” 😭💗💗

“How do you not understand how basic conversation works?” ribbing each other, the way true friends do, beautiful

Sam: *makes unidentifiable noises back to mock him*

“Tom!” The way Tom’s head snaps over to look at AJ, and Sam peters out to look over too. So responsive 😭

“I'm so glad we’re committing to that.” Tom i love you-

AJ just being the Tech King while Sam casually helps. Idk its domestic and cute ok leave me alone..

Tom’s “oooooh.” as AJ changes the lights- while casually not helping and being on his phone as Sam and AJ figure out the lights (jk hes probably doing admin stuff but its funny)

Joe: *slams into a chair* ow. Sam: *snickers* its a bit dark in the room AJ: *scoff laughs back*

The way they debrief is just amazing idk why but its so cute to see, they're supportive but still critical, but like constructively critical, and still supportive of each other. Plus the metaphors are great, and the laughing at each other

“Each of their… utterances.” The way AJ is smiling at Tom i cant-

“JAMES was a good man before we lost him.” “killed him.” XD

Gotta be honest maybe they were just showing the best clip, but the A-Z game is pretty fucking good. I think its the audience’s fault tbh, they're not hype enough

The explanation of how games come to be and how they figure it out is sooo good, im always nerdy and want to learn the thoughts/plans/processes behind it all so thank you!!!

“He says softly. Lets go get you onto a mechanical bull.” Sam contemplating what on earth to do with that. “NI HAO!” aaaand there comes AJ out of left field, perfect. Sam now utterly baffled, glorious

“That was joyous! That was good!” Sam coming in saying it was good when AJ and Tom were just complaining- but the way he immediately catches that they didn't feel exactly as confident about it as he did and going “no?” to just check and make sure, looking between both and not just one- brb crying they're such good friends he picks up on that-

Aj’s look at the camera lol “👀do you see this man?”

“Did that go alright?” the immediate reassurance they gave him-

“It feels like you have to start fucking-” “rowing.” finishing each others sentences and a good metaphor- i'm fine

AJ and Sam arguing as DaVinci and Michelangelo gives me life-

“It turns out i just made up a word.” idk who cameraman joe is, but i love him. Real

“Thats the straight white guy philosophy. Say it with confidence and keep walking.” I love how they address it and yet can joke about it, really refreshing 💗

“Stay safe, stay sexy.” thank you Sam, thats my life moto from now on

“And AJ anything from you?”... “I had a really fun time!” Yay!!!

“I’m pissed off. My clues.. were fucking genius. And the audience.. didn't get ‘em” Yes Aj, you tell ‘em!

“And the guys.. *voice crack/half sob* didn't even bother to try and like- *near tears* fucking- make a thing like-” *laughs* oh AJ, poor baby XD

“They just looked at me and then went: “i have a different clue!” Great!” sadness AJ, its ok, they still love you lol

Tom and Sam both in the same position watching AJ’s “genius clues” -Sam’s face of utter confusion and Tom just watching in interest trying to understand it at all

“You know, I also have a clue-” AJ’s slight smile. “I’m very glad because I have no idea what the fuck that was-” AJ having to laugh slightly at that

“Fucking shit im out of here!” *tries to do the cool storm out, but is also checking to see if he left anything behind, kinda ruining it XD*

“I have to know about the Nazi chinchilla-” firstly its wonderful explanation??? I guess, kinda makes sense- but let me just point out to you lovely people that Aj, in the background, downs his beer, steps up right behind Sam, and then takes his beer and also drinks his, and Sam just watches and nods- they’re too fucking cute what the heck-

Also AJ’s face mocking Sam in the background as he starts to explain- idk what prompted it, but it was hilarious

“What was the rant about?” “My clues were fucking great-” Sam: *starts cackling like ‘sure buddy, sure’*

“I got that one! I said that!” defending that he understands his friend- 😭

“I got it. I appreciated that one.” Calms AJ down slightly, so cute

Sam: *slips in advertisement as AJ casually blames the audience*

Aj and Sam’s hug at the end😭 cuties

Anyway thats it :) they're cute and yeah. 

also! where was luke??????

[bamgyuuuri]

hiii can u do the boys when they love another member’s gf? i love angst hehe and i love your works!

⤷ washing machine heart ┈ ot5.

pairings and tags. lovesick!ot5 x members'!gf . angst . yearning . guilt . suppressing feelings . denial . longing . inner turmoil/conflict . lmk if i missed any!!

word count. 0.9k

short note ... AAA i love love love this req! thank you so much for sending me this, anon! and so so sorry that this took so long too T_T nevertheless, i hope u like it <3

soobin .ᐟ

my soobie toobie woobie :( i feel like he would be the type to silently shoulder his emotions, sometimes even trying his hardest to convince himself that his feelings aren't real or that they didn't matter. he'd go and overanalyze every interaction, making sure he isn't overstepping any boundaries he made himself,,, around her, even with the others present, he'd be more reserved and shy, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by nervous laughter, maybe even going as far as avoiding eye contact altogether or making up excuses to leave the room. he would also maintain a safe distance, actively making sure he's never put in the same room as her. in the end, he'll choose to simply suppress his emotions and feelings entirely, prioritizing the happiness of his dear friend and the peace of the group over his own </3

yeonjun .ᐟ

oh jjunie,,, at first, he'd be in denial; he'll try to convince and tell himself that it was just his fleeting thoughts, that his heart totally did not just do multiple flips after seeing one of his bestfriend's girlfriend smile of all people. but the more he dwells on that thought, the deeper his feelings become, until it's too much to ignore. yeonjun would find it hard to be his usual self around her, trying to play it cool, but in the end, he crumbles completely. as a deeply loyal friend, thinking of and having feelings towards his bestfriend's girlfriend would weigh heavily on him, and he might even try to overcompensate, showing excessive support for their relationship by saying things like, "you're so lucky to have her!" or "you guys are perfect for one another!" so he doesn't feel as awful (it doesn't work) :(((

beomgyu .ᐟ

an actual hopeless romantic :( it would most probably hit him the hardest once he actually realizes his feelings,, his first reaction would be disbelief; he would likely tell himself too that it was just a tiny crush, but the more he suppresses it, the more he'd find it impossible to ignore the pangs of longing and guilt that comes with it. he'd be more "silly" and hyper around her, a mask he puts up so his real feelings doesn't show, only to later regret it once he's alone with his thoughts. as a way to silently express his yearning, he would stay up late, using his talent as an escape, writing songs about her and pouring his emotions into music rather than towards her directly. ultimately, he would try to distance himself one way or another too, even if it left him quietly hurting </3

taehyun .ᐟ

my tyun :(( his level-headed nature would make him approach the situation with as much logic as possible, even though emotions are never entirely rational. he would keep his interactions with her polite but distant, avoiding anything that could be misinterpreted, but in private, taehyun would sit in his room with his headphones on, letting sad or introspective songs play as he processes his emotions. he wouldn’t cry easily, but the pain would show in subtle ways, like in the far-off stares he’d have while thinking about her. but then his pragmatic side would berate him, reminding himself that these feelings were unproductive and unfair, but the ache would linger, quietly gnawing at him. nevertheless, his respect for his bestfriend's relationship would outweigh any hurt he's feeling, letting his feelings fade overtime for everyone’s sake :(((

hueningkai .ᐟ

my sweet sweet hyuka </3 as someone who values the happiness of those he loves, he’d be overwhelmed with guilt the moment he realizes he has feelings for another member’s girlfriend. it would leave him confused and conflicted—he’d wonder how his heart could betray his loyalty to his bestfriend in such a way. kai would likely smile and joke around her like usual, but there would be a noticeable hesitation in his voice, and he might fumble with his words or avoid looking directly at her, as if afraid his feelings would be exposed. his kindhearted nature and empathy would push him towards a resolution: he’d choose to quietly let go of his feelings, no matter how much it hurt, finding solace in the fact that love also means wanting what’s best for others—even if it means stepping aside :(((

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Sorry - Halsey (Batboys)

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Dick: "and never really understood, the way you laid your eyes on me in ways that no one ever could."

To everyone, Dick was always put together. He was a rock, never broken, never sad or angry, just perfect. It was so far from the truth. He felt lonely, angry, and depressed.

This time of year was so taxing on Dick, he had started having nightmares about his parents and that night of the fall. Usually, this time of year, he breezed through it without so many nightmares, but this year was hell. He saw the fall over and over, and his blame for himself came back with a vengeance.

"No. No! No- No- Nononon! No!" Dick woke up with a start, sweat pooled in every crevice having dampened his shirt and pillow. Of course, he woke you up as well, and you went into comfort mode, rubbing his back.

"Hey...I'm right here if you need anything." You said with a soft whispering tone so as not to spike his heart rate more than it already was.

"What if it's my fault? What if it all is? What if everyone's gonna get hurt because of me?" Dick placed his head on your chest and started sobbing as you rubbed circles onto his back.

"Honey, as long as I've known you, I've known that as long as you draw breath, you'll help as many as you can...You'd give someone the shirt off your back and the shoes you were wearing just because they asked. You're an amazing person, and the world is so much better because you're in it. I don't want you to think any differently about it." You rubbed his back as his tears made the silk of your pajama shirt stick to your chest.

"I'm sorry." He wiped his eyes and sniffled. "I shouldn't be crying, everyone sees me like-"

"Hey, I don't give a shit how everyone sees you, and I would never think less of you 'cause you're brave enough to show me how you're feeling. Okay?" You look into those cerulean eyes shining in the dim light of the room.

"I am so proud of you and no one here would ever be disappointed in you, Honey." You hug him as he nuzzles into your chest and calms down a bit until he falls asleep, you rub his back until you fall asleep with him. His drool is now the only thing dampening your sleep shirt.

Jason: "I've missed your calls for months, it seems, I don't realize how mean I can be."

You had been calling him over and over, and he would read it; you could see he did. He was just ignoring it. He had disappeared into what felt like thin air. Had you done something wrong or was he in one of those moods of his where he thinks he's not good enough for anyone?

He's sitting alone in some hotel room in Central City. Jason left everyone alone; he needed some time to sort himself out. He knew that rule about how you have to love yourself to love anyone else, and right now, he couldn't stand the sight of himself. You didn't deserve his bullshit, you didn't deserve his demons that are drowning him alive.

You have sent his messages daily since he disappeared into the blue.

7:36 A.M. Jan 14th - "Everyone loves you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

3:59 P.M. Jan 16th - "I miss you bunches." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

2:12 A.M. Jan 17th - "Just stay safe for me? I'd be in pieces if anything happened to you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

8:36 A.M. Jan 19th - "Sorry forgot to text yesterday, I've been so tired, but I still miss you every moment you aren't here." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

5:26 P.M. Jan 20th - "Dinners always ready for whenever you come home. I promise." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

1:41 A.M. Jan 22nd - "Tokyo misses you, he meows by the door constantly. Please come home, our family misses you." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

10:38 A.M. Jan 23rd - "Jase, please. I can't sleep well without you. I don't know what's going on; please explain." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

11:37 P.M. Jan 24th - "Jase, Please come home. I'm sorry for whatever I did." ~Read by JT❤️‍🔥

He read the texts. What you did? You did nothing. He realized how stupid and selfish he was being, such an asshole. His fingers typed before he could fully decide what he wanted to do.

"What did you do? Babygirl, you did nothing wrong. I'm coming home, I'm sorry I've just been so stupid about everything recently. I've been worried I'm not enough but I realize I can spend forever getting closer to my idea of perfect for you until you kick me out or my heart stops beating. I'm sorry and I'll be home soon."

You had cried yourself to sleep that night, and you were so exhausted you hadn't seen the text. Tokyo started meowing, and it woke you; you checked the clock, and it was 3:53. You had only been asleep for a few hours.

"Tokyo, go to bed. He's not here." You cry into your pillow, your face is swollen, and your eyes still red from crying earlier.

"I am, Babygirl. I'm so sorry." Jason saw your face and how sad you were; his heart felt heavy in his chest, and he was angry at himself for hurting you so deeply. You didn't know what to do, so you stared at him as he crawled over to you and hugged you. It had been a hard week without him and him hugging you is what finally broke you. You sobbed into his chest, holding onto him tightly.

"Don't you ever do that again, You Asshole!" You sobbed angrily, hugging him tightly as you breathed in the smell of smoke that lingered on his skin.

"I promise, I never will. God, I'm so sorry. I'll spend forever apologizing for this. I'm so fuckin sorry." Jason heard the sadness in your voice and held you tighter til you both fell asleep.

Bruce: "Sorry I could be so blind, Didn't mean to leave you and all of the things that we had behind."

Being Batman and trying to be a billionaire on top of it just really didn't give him the time to be in a relationship. You knew this, and you tried your hardest to make sure that he never felt bad about it, but it doesn't mean that it didn't feel like shit every single time you wanted to do something with him or you had something planned and he had to change it.

Not only does this include dates and evenings and dinner but it was also sometimes that he was just so exhausted he would fall asleep in the middle of whatever you had planned anyways, it sucks.

You love him so deeply, but he's so busy all the time, and you're trying to give it the benefit of the doubt and just hope that, at some point, you'll come first to a degree. You held out for so long, but after a while, you just couldn't do it; you left.

Alfred noticed the note on the counter; if it had been Bruce, he wouldn't have noticed it for weeks.

"Master Wayne, I believe this is for you." Alfred hands the note to Bruce as Bruce is just about to go back out as Batman.

"Dear Bruce, My Love,

This has to be one of the hardest decisions I've ever made but I know it's the only option that I have where I don't feel guilty for taking up your time."

He started reading and then noticed the marks where tears had damped the paper as he continued to read.

"I would never ask you to put me over the people in Gotham. I know why you do what you do,, but it doesn't make it any less hard when I barely see you, and then when I do, you're covered in bruises, and you can barely get out of bed. I can't do this anymore. I love you, and it pains me so much to do this. I can't live a life where I feel so alone; it feels like I'm dating a ghost. I know that in my heart of hearts, I cannot handle this, and I know a child definitely can't. I'm pregnant and I'd rather do this alone than make you feel guilty for not being there or make myself feel guilty for staying. I love you, and I don't want to try to change you; I know what you do, what you do. I'm sorry, My Love.

Sincerely & Yours Always"

He finished reading the letter, and his heart dropped. You were pregnant? When? When did that happen? He should have known.

"I want you to see about Mr. Fox taking over my role in Wayne Enterprises. I'll still own the company the same, but I'll have more time." He asks Alfred; Bruce knows that this is something he should have done a long time ago. He's been missing you anyway, but now he is about to miss out on you for the rest of his life, and he is about to miss out on his kid.

Not even a few days pass before Bruce finds you, he's drenched in rain in civilian clothes. The rain just enhances the smell of his cologne. He looks even more tired than he usually does. It's clear he hasn't slept.

"I will do anything you ask just please don't leave me." He asks you as you open your door and in his hands held your favorite flowers. Bruce's eyes glanced down at your belly as you pulled him in to get him out of the rain, you were showing. He cursed himself in his mind. How could he even have remotely not noticed, considering how far along you are?

You grabbed towels from your hotel bathroom and began to dry him off.

"I let Lucius take over my job at Wayne Enterprises, so I'll have more time for you,, and I promise I will have more time for you, and I'll have more time for a little one. God, can't believe I didn't notice all the signs were there. How's everything been going?" He asks as his hands hover over your belly, asking for silent permission, which you allow when your hands guide him to your tiny bump.

"It's been okay; sleeping's been a bit rough, this mattress is like concrete, and the morning sickness is a bitch, but overall, I'm okay." You told him as his hands moved themselves under your shirt to feel his hands closer to the growing baby.

"Are you planning on coming home? I- I know we usually sleep during most of the day but I- I really wanna be here through this." You could hear the vulnerability and his voice something that rarely ever slipped to that degree.

"I- Yeah... I really didn't want to do this alone either just left because I didn't want you to feel bad."

"Sweetheart, I will never make you feel like you have to do anything alone again if I can help it." His hands still gently rubbing your belly.

"Well, we're definitely not going to make it home tonight, not in this rain, and I still have the room for the night."

He nodded, and the both of you laid down to watch whatever was on TV; it had been a long time since he had felt anything this domestic or 'normal.' It was so nice and calming, something he now had time for so much more with you.

Tim: "But I still know your birthday and your mother's favorite song."

Breaking up was never something either of you wanted to do, but you wanted to go to school in the U.K. that has always been a dream of yours ever since you were a kid, and Tim would never be the type of person to hold you back from your dreams even if it meant he'd get hurt.

At the start, the two of you texted all the time, and you'd show him things all the time, but slowly, he stopped responding, so you stopped texting. He couldn't bear the thought of not being with you, but he had responsibilities here in Gotham; he couldn't just go.

"Hey, Numb Nuts. I asked you a question." Jason prodded as he finally got Tim's attention after what felt like forever.

"Huh?" Tim was confused; he was so in his head that he didn't even remotely hear what Jason said.

"I said, 'Why are you so doom and gloomy?' You're moping around the place like your puppy died." Jason had noticed how low Tim had been for the last month; he thought it might have to do with you, but you left six months ago.

"You not gettin' any more texts from your girlfriend?" Jason asked a bit cheeky but it was clear that concern laced the tonality of his voice.

"No, I stopped responding. I don't wanna make her feel like she has to respond to me." Tim mumbled.

"I know you're not stupid, so why are you acting like a dumbass?" Jason stated with annoyance in his tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're being a dumbass. You know she loves you and you're ignoring her? Why the hell didn't you go with her anyway?"

"I have responsibilities here-"

"No, fuck your responsibilities; there are plenty of people who can take over for whatever you're doing. You get your ass on a flight and go to her before I beat your ass." Jason stated as he grabbed the laptop out of Tim's hands and started booking a flight.

"Go pack, you're leaving in an hour."

"Who's leaving in an hour?" Dick stretched as he walked in.

"Tim is, he's going to see his girlfriend."

"No, I'm not. Guys, I have things to-"

"Yes, you are." Jason and Dick both cut him off. Dick rushed Tim to his room and started helping Tim pack before he could even begin to process what was going on.

Jason texted you, "I have a surprise, go to the airport at 10:30. Don'tt be late."

In your mind you thought 'Aww, Jason's so sweet. My best friend's gonna meet me here.' So you responded.

"Will do. 🫡"

Several hours passed and you arrived at the airport looking around at baggage claim for Jason. He was a bitch bitch, hard to miss. You kept looking around when you spotted Tim and your heart lept in your chest, running over to him and hugging him deeply.

"Oh my god!" You squealed to his suprise. He thought you mightve moved on but hpw you were acting made it clear you hadnt. His arms squeezed you. After the hug you grabbed one of his rolling bags and helped him to your car.

"Oh my god, it took me so long to learn to drive on the other side of the road..." you started rambling and telling him all about your trips and every little detail as you drove him to your flat. His eyes followed every detail on your face, he wasnt even listening just in awe of you. Tim realized just how much he missed you, he broke out of his trance as you lead him inside.

"I bought everybody stuff, I have a box for Jason and Damian and Bruce. I am so exvited for everyone to get their stuff, its gonna be so fun..." Each box had different stuff that interested each of them, you had a box for Tim too. You still remembered everything even though its been six months. His heart swelled at how sweet you are and he just kissed you right there which interrupted your new ramblings. You shoulders fell and your hands found Tim's face as per normal abd the both of you realized home isn't a place, its a person.

Damian: "And so it seems I broke your heart, My ignorance has struck again"

He had another gala to go to for some charity event; besides, this was something his father demanded he do. It wasn't like he had a choice, did he? He's been Wayne Enterprises' new CEO since his father retired; he's been sucked up in events, meetings, and planning.

Although he had a lot on his plate it was no excuse for how distant he was being. Damian knows the date or at least he should. If this relationship is as important to him as it is to you he'll know the date. Your anniversary and this wasn't one of those little petty short ones or some shit. This was five years.

You decorated the apartment, lit candles, wrapped presents, decorated the bed with rose petals, put on music, and even made dinner and his favorite dessert. You were so excited and so proud of yourself, it took you all day while he was at work to do so.

The only reason you weren't at work is that you took it off for this reason. You thought he'd take a day off, too, but it's okay. He didn't cause you had time to surprise him. You paid for everything yourself, you didn't wanna constantly have to borrow money from him, and it was always good to have a rainy day fund.

The front door alarm chirps, letting you know he's home, and your smile grows larger. He remembered! Oh, you were so excited but that excitement faded when he just went to the bedroom? Confusion filled your features. 'What?' You followed him to the room.

Damian was quickly stripping out of his work suit into an expensive one he uses when he has to go to galas.

"Hello?" You asked all dolled up for him.

"Have you seen my blue silk tie anywhere?" He asked, not even remotely noticing the petals or how you looked.

"No, I haven't seen your fuckin tie." Snapping at him but he just rolled his eyes and didn't notice. He quickly got dressed, sprayed himself with cologne, and made his way out the door again.

You felt your heart get crushed in your chest, he might as well have carved it out and stomped all over it. 'He can remember the date for the gala but not our anniversary?' You sat there and sobbed, it's been the same date every year for the last five years. You ate dinner alone, cleaned everything up, blew out the candles, and raked the petals half hazardly into the trash.

A few candles got accidentally left out, having forgotten to drain the bathtub, several petals still lined the floor, and the presents were still left on the table.

You showered yourself and washed off the makeup that felt like it took you hours to get right, the red lipstick staining the washcloth and your lips. You quickly changed and crawled into bed, alone.

Damian showed up at the apartment hours later, he knew you'd be asleep. The galas ran long so why the hell would you need to stay up and wait for him?

He was starving; the galas didn't serve much food. The only thing you could get in abundance at a gala was alcohol, and Damian never wanted to dull his senses like that, so he didn't drink. He went to the fridge, noticing his favorite food; he put some on a plate and heated it in the microwave, making sure to stop it before it beeped so he wouldn't wake you.

He moved over to the dining table that was covered in presents, and as soon as he saw them, his heart fell into his ass. 'The 18th? Shit! I- Fuck. It's our anniversary, God Damn it.' Damian was tempted to run into the room and apologize but what would it do? It would just wake you up and that would be even more rude on top of him being a jackass already.

He ate his food and cleaned up the rest of the apartment. He needed to figure out an apology quickly. 'How could I be so stupid? Wait, that cake in the fridge said 'Marry me?' She- she wants to marry me. God, I feel awful.'

He didn't know what to do to fix this, he could make some sorta big grand gesture, but those always felt like trying to gander sympathy points, and he wasn't gonna do that shit. Damian was gonna be a man and admit how shitty of a person he is. He would just make you breakfast and apologize, take all the blame 'as one should when they're a jackass'

You came out of the room the next day, your hair messy, face puffy, eyes red, lips still stained fromnthe red lipstick, in your robe with your headphones on. You noticed he wasn't beside you and figured he pulled an all-nighter, and you went to wash your face and get coffee.

You pull out the contacts you forgot to take out last night, you rinse your eyes and throw the contacts out, putting your glasses on before going to get coffee.

As soon as your hand reaches for the coffee pot, Damian's hands find your hips.

"Uh uh, you go park yourself right over there. I'm a jackass so I'm doing anything and everything for you today. Okay?"

"Damian, it's just a date on a calendar." You tried to just brush it off.

"It's not just a date on a calendar, it's everything, and I'm so sorry. I'm not going to sit here and make excuses, I forgot because I was so wrapped up in work. I disregarded the only thing that matters in the entire world to me because I got wrapped up in stupid shit that doesn't even remotely matter as much as you do." Gently grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, the redness and puffiness had gone down but lord did his heart skip a beat to see you in those glasses.

"Now, we can't do it over necessarily, but I'm cutting my work hours. They will be designated for five hours, and then the other three or four will be crime-fighting or whatever else I have going on, and the other fourteen will always be yours. Obviously, you'll have more on vacation days or sick days or days; I just don't want to go to work. I promise you my time whenever you need it even if it is during work hours. I would be content with losing everything else but you, okay?" He continued as he kept gazing into your eyes, and you could see the level of anger he had for himself and how sympathetic he was to help you; you could see the pain in his chest that originated from him hurting you.

"Okay." You sniffled and a few tears fell down your face.

"Also, I know it was supposed to be a surprise, but if you want to marry me, I'll do it right now; we can get engaged and plan the most beautiful wedding ever. Whatever you want, it's yours, and if I can't get it, I will find a way." He said as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You pulled him into a hug and nodded; he wasn't off the hook; hell, you'd let him off the hook before he ever let himself off of it. That was one thing you loved about him when he made a promise; he stuck to it, and there was no one more disappointed in him right now than himself.

Masterlist

[glassartpeasants]

One Piece Asylum Au .02

Eustass Kidd, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Killer x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, self mutilation, medical malpractice, blood/gore, mentions of murder and death, mentions of cannibalism

A/N: i am NOT a psychiatrist so i don't know anything about that career field other then things I've looked up.

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Luffy’s session seemed to fly. It didn’t take long to see how truly deep he was in his pirate delusions. The whole session was him talking about these adventures he’s been on with his friends. From fighting monsters to fighting the government. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his stories enjoyable. His vivid imagination is seemingly a blessing and a curse in its own right. Using his imagination to hide the reality of him being all alone. Loneliness is truly a disease that can destroy someone. 

“Well, Luffy, that sounds like an adventure for sure. May I ask you a question? I wanna redecorate this old room to something more friendly. What do you think we could add to spice this room up to feel more comforting?” Perhaps asking the patients themselves would be the better solution. Knowing what they enjoy could drastically help in making them more open to speaking to you.

Luffy looks off for a moment, his straw hat still attached to his head. Black strands of hair poking out from under it. “Have a buffet! Full of meat!” Luffy’s eyes go wide with excitement.

A chuckle leaves your lips. “Oh my, really now? And where would I get so much meat?”

“Sanji says there are millions of pounds of meat outside of here! Once we get out of here, he’ll cook it all up!” Luffy smiles wide as his excitement echoes through the room. His comment about Sanji had your interest piqued. Millions of meat outside of the hospital? Was he talking about animal products out there? He must be because you couldn’t think what else he’d be talking about.

“Sounds like a big ordeal. Where would we put all the meat? And what kinds would there be?” Luffy goes on with a new ramble before stopping himself as he yawns

“Tired?” 

“No! I’m not…tired.” He continues to yawn. Based on what he told you earlier that day, it’s possible he could be refusing to sleep. Instead choosing to sleep deprive himself just so he wouldn’t dream of his brother. Sad, but it wouldn’t be uncommon or the first time you’ve heard of such measures taken. You’ve learned a lot of cases with these symptoms. Especially ones with such intense trauma like Luffy.

You can’t help but feel your heartache as you watch him struggle to keep his eyes open. Picking up your walkie-talkie, you speak into it. 

“Does anyone know the last time 101 has slept? He’s with me and on the verge of passing out. Unable to keep his eyes open.” There was silence on the other end before you heard the nurse respond.

“The file says the 15th Dr. (L/N).” Your brows furrow.

“The 15th? It’s the 19th right now. Are you sure that’s correct?”

“That's what the file says.”

“Has anyone tried to help him sleep?” You hear the nurse hum before answering.

“It says Dr. Cross has tried to stick meds in his food, but he always spits them out.”

“I see. Thank you.” Turning off your walkie-talkie, you look at Luffy, puzzled about how to help him. Sleep is a vital thing for the human body, and for him to avoid it with such determination it made you begin to theorize that the reason he avoids it is due to seeing his brother not in a dream-like setting but rather a nightmare. Maybe even replaying the accident over and over again.

“Luffy, can you tell me the reason you won’t sleep? Is there any way I can help?” With a soft voice, you try to encourage Luffy to give you a better picture of his side instead of just your theories. 

Yet he stayed silent. Silent and still. Getting up from your battered seat, you walk over to him when you hear the wispy noise of an almost quiet snore. 

Realizing he had passed out made you freeze. While you were happy he had fallen asleep, even if it was for a moment, you didn’t know how long he’d be asleep, how hard he slept, or what to do now that he’s asleep. If you could, you’d leave him in here to sleep, but it’s not safe enough and you have someone next to attend to, but you were afraid to move him in case he woke up.

A knock on the door makes you jump and rush to the door as quietly as you can. Not wanting to wake Luffy or keep whoever it was from knocking again. Upon opening the door, your met with Dr. Cross and a security guard.

“Dr. Cross, what are you doing here?”

“A nurse told me you were asking about the last time 101 slept, and I figured we might be lucky enough for him to be asleep. I brought Bruce here to help carry him back to bed.” Nodding, you move away, allowing the guard to grab Luffy.

“Be careful, please. I don’t want him waking up and hurting you or himself if a night terror arises.” Only giving you a grunt, the guard grabs him and carries him out of the room. 

Letting out a sigh, you look at Dr. Cross. “I hope he stays asleep.”

“I, as well. I’ve given him pills, but he just spits them out, which leads to situations where he hasn’t slept in days. Like this one.”

“Has he told you what the dreams are about by any chance? I have a quick theory, but I wanted to do a peer review with you.”

“When he was first sent, his grandfather told us he had recurring nightmares of the day his brother was murdered. And another one where he’d see said brother standing over his bed while he slept. The same way he looked when he was murdered and even imagined when versions of his brother's corpse decayed.”

Making a mental note, you continue to ask her questions. “I know it’s not really our place to know, but what exactly happened? Maybe if we knew, we could try to make a plan that’d help him more?”

“Hmm. There could be something. I wasn’t told exactly what happened, so you’d have to go online or ask the police station.”

“Thanks. Will do, Dr. Cross.” You watch her leave the room before speaking.

“Also, when you speak to 102 and 103, make sure you keep your distance from 103. He has a habit of biting and not letting go. Has bitten several nurses, which led them to bleed.” And with that, she left, leaving you to grapple with the knowledge that many nurses don’t put in incident reports since there was nothing on 103’s that mentioned biting.

“Oh, one more thing!” Dr. Cross’s head pokes back out from behind the door. “Your full access will be instated tomorrow!”

“I…didn’t have full access before?”

“No. We don’t give full access on the first day. Simple safety protocol. That's all now.” Once again, she left you to grapple with even more things about the patients you didn’t know about. What else could there be? It shouldn’t be much, right?

With a deep breath and putting your hair in a different style, you knock on 102’s door. “Zoro? Hello? It’s me, Dr. (L/N). I’ve just come to talk to you-”

“What the hell do you want? Can’t you see we’re busy?” When you open the door, you see him facing the left wall, looking as if he were talking to someone. If what you remember, there were notes about him having hallucinations involving his deceased lover.

“Very sorry about it. Perhaps we can all talk? Even about something silly?” You speak calmly, not wanting Zoro to explode like this last time the two of you met. From what you can also remember, he’s still in seclusion as you're unable to bring him to the decaying room you call your own. Which could be a plus since maybe a familiar setting would help him open up more.

“How about your favorite thing to do? I like (----).” There was an awkward silence as you sat on the floor facing him, keeping a safe distance between the two of you.

Zoro remained quiet, refusing to answer while looking away from you. The silence was suffocating as you struggled to try and think of something. You didn’t want to just give up on him, but you didn’t want to push him either. Taking a deep breath, you try to rethink your approach.

"Would you like something to drink? I’m sure being in this stuffy room has you quite parched?” He looks over at you, and while he looks like he might say something, he stays silent. After another failed attempt to talk with him, you agree in your head that if he doesn’t want to talk, you won’t make him.

“Well, it was nice to see you even if we didn’t talk. I suppose I’ll leave you to it. Hope you have a good day, Zoro; see you soon.” Waving goodbye, you leave the room, closing the door, and to your happiness, there wasn’t the sound of an upending ambush rushing towards you. 

Locking the door, you make your way to the next patient. You didn’t have to walk far as 103 was just next door. Pulling your walkie-talkie out, you send a message to the staff. “Dr. (L/N) here, are there any restrictions or rules on 103 that I should know about that have been implemented since this morning?” There was a silence on the other line before you heard Nurse Mallory’s voice on the other side.

“Nope! Same as always! Just the security guard.”

You were taken aback, not knowing about the need for protection. “I was unaware of this? It said nothing about it in the reports or his files?”

“It must not be up to date then. He’s been needing one since July.” July? It’s October now? How could they not have updated his file in that long? He’s needed a security guard for 4 months, and no one has thought to write it down.

Maybe you're being too harsh. Maybe there was a miscommunication, and they thought someone else had written it down when no one had. Things happen, and it's not like you haven’t had a problem with miscommunication before.

“Alright. Please have a security guard sent to 103 on Pine Wing. Thank you.” Turning off the radio, you await the guard to escort you to 103 as you put your walkie-talkie back into your back pocket. Looking down at your clipboard, you reread Luffy’s notes and glance at Zoro’s empty sheet, feeling a sense of failure at the lack of progress. But you should have expected it. You’ve only started today, your a stranger. He has no reason to trust you. And perhaps the rest will be the same way. Quiet and untrusting. But you were going to work your hardest to help them and be the safe space they could rely on.

~~~

Finally, after what feels like eons, you see a security guard approaching you. “Ah, thank you for coming. Is there anything you can tell me about 103? I'm getting the feeling I'm missing some crucial information, seeing as I didn’t know he even needed a guard.”

The man shifted his cap as he looked at you. “Keep your distance. He’s a freak. I’ve seen him stay right next to some doctors and look like he wants to eat them.” The sense of unease digs into your skin as goosebumps adorn your arms. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grab the door knob and open the door. What your met with was something that made you scream.

There, sitting on his bed, was Sanji. His maroon scrubs were drenched, and his arm missing a chunk of flesh. It didn’t take long to put two and two together when you saw how his mouth and teeth were stained and crimson red.

“Quick! Stop him!” You cry out, hoping the security guard will safely restrain him from hurting himself more. It was barely even a second before you were on your walkie-talkie.

“I need medical assistance right away! 103 is bleeding severely and needs to see a doctor immediately!”

“God damnit, I told them not to leave him unsupervised!” Dr. Cross’s voice comes over the radio. The frustration evident in her voice. “Make sure he doesn’t hurt himself more!”

You felt frozen. While in school, you were warned of patients with tendencies like this, but you never thought you’d see it so early. And so much blood. The urge to vomit has you leaving the room before you bend over and lose your lunch on the linoleum floor. A bleeding finger or a bloody nose was nothing compared to the horror that was Sanji’s arms. The mangled flesh was burned into your mind.

Hurried footsteps rush to you, and see both Dr. Philip and Dr. Cross approaching with a nurse behind them. A kit with a red cross on the white box.

“Dr. (L/N), are you okay? Do you need to sit down?” The nurse comes up and pats your back while rubbing it.

“I wasn’t…so much blood.” The nurse sighed.

“I’m sorry you weren’t told about that. I thought they would’ve told you about his…habits.” You look up at her with wide eyes.

“He bit off a piece of his own flesh! Why wasn’t that in his report?! Why wasn’t I told this was a common occurrence?!” Standing up straight, you demand answers. There was no excuse for this lack of awareness. Lack of documentation.

The nurse looks down in guilt, fiddling with the helm of her scrubs. “We’ve just been really busy, Dr. (L/N). There’s not a lot of nurses compared to patients, so there's never really time to chart.”

“This has been a problem since when? The fact he’s needed a security guard since July and it hasn’t been noted is unacceptable. And biting himself unnoted as well is exactly the same. Who’s in charge of this wing of nurses? I know each wing has its own crew of nurses.” Crossing your arms, you look at the nurse, who still refuses to meet your gaze.

“It’s Nurse Mallory, Emily, Louis, and Brady, ma’am.” Squinting your eyes, you make a mental note to talk to them. To them and Dr. Cross, hoping there could be something done. 

“Alright, and what’s your name?” You ask in a stern voice.

“I’m a CNA; I’ve only been here since August. I’m on Maple Wing. I’m Indigo.” Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“They pulled you from Maple Wing to Pine Wing? Where are the nurses actually assigned to this area?”

“I don’t know.”

The air was tense with your frustration and the CNA’s nervousness. Only one day in, and you already want to scream into a pillow. “What do you know about 103. Leave nothing out. Cause obviously the files are unreliable.” Look forward to Dr. Philip, you speak. “I’ll be taking Miss Indigo to my office to help me update files.”

“Are you sure? We may need her help with 103.”

“Call his nurse. They should be on station 3. I need Indigo to tell me undocumented things that haven’t been filed.” Turning around, you motion for the CNA to follow you. She quickly scurries to your side before walking next to you. Keeping her head down and quiet.

Upon entering your office, you tell her to grab a chair and sit next to you. Closing the door, you sit in your chair and unlock your computer.

“Alright, start talking, Indigo, and start off with what the hell happened in 103.”

Squirming in her seat, she answers. “I’m sure you know why he’s here. But in the deeper files, it says the entire case.”

“Deeper files? What are the deeper files?” It’s then you remember how Dr. Cross mentioned that you don’t have full access due to your only being one day in. Could those be the said ‘deeper files’? Well, you couldn’t wait till tomorrow. Hopefully, it’ll help you as you are only halfway through your patient list, and two of them didn’t even talk.

“Well, in 103’s chart, it says the full story.” Taking a deep breath, she continues.

“As you know, he was sent here after the court deemed him unfit to stand trial. Especially considering his disposal of the bodies.”

“Disposal?”

“He…ate them. Everyone except his sister. He had fed them to her without her knowing.” Your eyes widen as you struggle to comprehend it all. “His father and his three brothers.”

“What about his mother?”

“She was already deceased by this time. She had gotten sick and passed. It’s where many believe the spiral started.” It wouldn’t surprise you if what she was telling you was the truth. Such a traumatic event could cause damage and proceed to worsen over time if not properly cared for.

“I see what else? Can it explain why he took a bite from his arm?”

“Well, he wanted to be a cook, and so as a way to dispose of the bodies and increase his skill, he made them into dishes. Anything you can think of, he probably did. It was gruesome. His words about it all stick with the people who he talked to when he recounted how it went down.”

“And after?”

“He said there was nothing like the taste. How unforgettable it was. That he’d do anything to get another bite of it.”

Your stomach churned at the revelation. It was one thing to massacre your entire family, but a whole different type of monstrous to cannibalize them and feed them to his sister.

The horror and trauma she must be going through, you couldn’t even imagine. Knowing all her family is gone and, it was the cause of her brother. 

“He said it’s what they deserved for what they did to him. For how they treated him?”

“So he…ate them?” The CNA nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“Yes. He’s also shown much favoritism to the…female staff.”

“Ah, I see. Well, if that's the case, I want male nurse staff only for his care. And since there is no male therapist and Dr. Philip is a medical staff member, I’ll be the one to talk to him as Dr. Cross has assigned me to him.” The sound of typing echoes in your office as you write notes and another incident report. Needing to document everything.

Name: Vinsmoke Sanji

Age: 21

Height: 5’11

Location: Floor 1, Room 103, Pine Wing

Incident Detail: At 12:05 pm, I was entering room 103 to get started on his first session. Upon opening the door, I was met with a gruesome sight. There was a huge chunk of his arm missing after he had bitten into his own flesh. His scrubs were drenched in, and his arm was covered in red. I managed to call Dr. Philip, Dr. Cross, and CNA Indigo to the scene. The security guard helped stop Sanji from continuing self-injury. Dr. Philip and Dr. Cross have begun to clean his wounds.

“Alright, that's done.” Sighing, you rub your eyes. There's gonna be some changes around here. Cause this kind of negligence can not go unchecked. Especially not with the field of work you're in right now. Everything needs to be specifically documented. You turn to Indigo.

“What else do you know?”

“Nothing else, ma’am, I swear! I’m never usually over here, and I’ve only heard bits and pieces of the people on Pine Wing. Nothing that isn’t on basic files!” Narrowing your eyes at her, you try to decipher if she’s lying or not.

“Fine. Who would be the best to ask about this?”

“Nurse Mallory? She’s been here longer than I’ve been alive. I have no doubt she can tell you everything about every patient.”

“Okay.” You groan before waving a dismissive hand. “You can go back to Maple Wing. Thank you for the info, Indigo.” Not needing another second, she rushes out, the pressure and nerves fueling her run back to her original station.

“Dr. (L/N)? Have you finished with Miss Indigo? Rooms 104, 105, and 106 have yet to be seen.” The walkie-talkie buzzed. Dr. Cross’s voice is on the other line. Picking up the radio, you bring it to your face.

“That I am. Do I NEED to bring any security guard to them as well?” You can feel your nails digging into your palms as you grit your teeth. It wasn’t that you didn’t want one; you’d like to be safe, but the lack of noting and important documentation is what ticks you off. “As you did send that schedule to talk to each patient in order of rooms.”

“Ah yes, well, I suppose I worded it wrong. I meant most difficult to deal with. SO my apologies for the misinterpretation. But the only one I suggest bringing a guard to is 105, as he has a history of aggression.”

“Alright. Thank you, goodbye.”

Breathing heavily, you adjust your shirt and pants, holding your clipboard to your chest. Rolling your shoulders, you knock on 104’s door.

“Hello? Law? I’ve come to introduce myself.” You say, slowly entering the room. A chill runs over you as you look around the room. You see him sitting in the middle of the room, facing you head-on. “My names Dr. (L/N); I’ll be your new psychatrist. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

Smiling, you enter the room, closing the door behind you before sitting down on the ground about nine feet away from him. While you knew you should bring him back to your room like protocol calls, it just didn’t seem like a good space to start introductions. You wanted them to be comfortable and calm, not so on edge.

“So I hear your favorite food is Onigiri, right? I haven’t tried it yet, but I'm curious as to what it tastes like?” Trying to get the conversation going, you start by including something he likes. Hoping to get him comfortable enough to talk to you.

If he didn’t, you wouldn’t be surprised. Not when you heard his reason and backstory for being here. If you were in his shoes, you’d probably be untrusting too. Then again, you don’t think you’d do unethical experiments on your patients or make your lover forcefully sick on purpose. There would be a lot of things you’d do differently. But you're not him, and that's why you're here. To help understand and get him through the problems and trauma he’s carried for so long.

The silence is deafening. His golden eyes started right into your soul. Studying you, judging you. “Well, I heard you’ve studied at Provon University. I also studied there. Only just graduated three weeks ago. So I say we have something in common?” Still nothing. His face is one of neutrality; he is just looking at you, uninterested and annoyed.

It stretched out for another minute longer, the silence crippling, and just as you were about to give up. “Does Professor Coop still work at Provon?”

His words were a shock to you. You didn’t think you were gonna hear anything from him, but you were pleasantly grateful for being wrong. Even if it was a question about a professor at the college you both went to.

“The last time I checked, yep. I even had a class with him. First Aid and CPR, right? He always gave little heart-healthy suckers.” Law nodded, and you swore if you looked a little harder, you saw his mouth twitch to a small smile.

‘Progress! This is great!’ You were thrilled by the small amount of success. It was difficult not to get all giddy and overly happy as you didn’t want to overwhelm him or go back into his shell. So, all you did was make a mental note for now.

“Do you have any other professors that you enjoyed?” You ask, hoping to strike up another conversation. “I liked Professor Harp and her public speaking classes. It really helped me to speak better in public offices and such.” Law gave you another nod, and it only makes you more confident in growing an appropriate relationship with Law as his psychiatrist. 

“Do you have classes or things you minored in? I minored in art and took a lot of art classes.” Smiling, you await him to respond. Yet as time goes by, the silence gets loud, and it feels as if you had perhaps said something wrong. Did you say something that caused him to go back into his shell? Maybe changing the subject would help?

“Have you watched those hospital dramas? I heard that it's nothing like working at a hospital. Then again, it's for entertainment, I suppose.” Another unanswered question passes through the room as Law ignores you.

“Well, Law, I say we stop here for today, huh? Lunch starts soon, and I don’t want you to miss your favorite food. I can walk you there if you’d like?” Nothing. All You got in response was a never-ending stare into your soul.

“Alright…guess I’ll see you later, okay?” Sitting up from the floor, you make your way to the door, open it, and slip out. “Have a good rest of your day, Law, and if you need anything, just ask me, okay?” Smiling, you close the door after waving goodbye.

Once the click sounds, you let out a sigh. You didn’t know whether you made progress or anything. It was stressful not knowing them and worrying you were doing something wrong. You just graduated college, and this was your first job as a psychiatrist. You knew what you were getting into when you went into this field, so it shouldn’t have surprised you. Then again, the world is full of surprises, and this job has easily shown how much it can give you. 

“LUNCH IS READY! PLEASE ESCORT PATIENTS TO THE DINING ROOM! LUNCH IS READY! PLEASE ESCORT PATIENTS TO THE DINING ROOM!”

The ringing of the bland voices echoes among the hallways of the Pine Wing, letting everyone know it was time to eat. Footsteps of nurses come down your direction, with some holding trays and others there to escort the safe patients to the dining room.

“AH! Dr. (L/N). How has it been since she last talked?” The sickly sweet of nurse Mallory drawing your attention. Turning, you see her walking towards you with that same bright smile as the one from earlier.

“It's been…interesting. Many unique personalities here.” It was the best way to describe your experience so far. From Luffy’s talkative nature to the distressing scene of Sanji’s self-mutilation. Knowing you still had two more rooms to finish filled you with a heavy pressure you tried to ignore. You chose this career, you chose this place, and hell, you were only one day in! It just happens to be a slightly hectic first day. Besides, you knew this place was where the more difficult cases were. Everybody in the city of Sabaody knows that. And you made a promise to help those in need. The ones the public left behind, and god damnit, were you gonna stick to it!

“But I’m glad I’m meeting everyone. I have 105 and 106 still left. Have any tips I should look out for?”

“Nothing you haven’t already learned yet, sweetie. Oh! Don’t forget the remote when you go into 105! He’s got a nasty temper and is extremely violent when not restrained. It’s either that or a security guard.”

Ah. You remember your orientation, and you couldn’t help but feel the crippling unease that runs up your spine. The sound of his pained screams and the neutral face of Dr. Cross as she pressed the button burned into your memory. No way in hell would you do something like that. Not only has it been proven an insufficient method of treatment, but it’s also inhumane. 

The thought of causing any of your patient's pain even accidentally feels like bile rising in your throat. S,o you can’t imagine intentionally causing them pain. Why would you want to hurt someone you're supposed to care for? It didn’t make any sense to you. It’d go against everything you stood for as a psychiatrist. Your goal was to help, not hurt and you weren’t planning on causing harm to any of your patients as long as you were caring for them.

“I think I’ll stick to the security guards. They’ll wait outside while I speak to 105.” Facing Mallory again, you put on the nicest smile you could. Her willingness to hurt patients with a controlled shock didn’t sit right with her bubbly persona. 

“Are you sure? I’d hate for you to be hurt or defenseless!” taking a step towards you, she looks at you with a seemingly shocked expression at your lack of ‘protection.’

“I promise Nurse Mallory, there’s no need to worry about me.” You hold your free hand up in defense. “I’ll call some guards to stand outside his room, and I’m sure everything will be alright.” Trying to assure her, you smile nervously. 

“If you say so. Did you want to talk to him while he eats or afterward?”

“Perhaps I’ll give him the food to him and leave before going back.” Nodding, she tells you where to find his food in the cafeteria. Wasting no time, you move to the location she told you to.

~~~

Upon finding what you're sure is his food, you grab the plate and his drink, keeping your clipboard under your arm. You pass by nurses, patients, and kitchen staff as you walk back to 105. The feeling of your heart beating against your ribs has your nerves running hot. You remember how angry he was yesterday, and while you were on edge, you wouldn’t give in to the fear.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hello? Kidd? I’ve come to bring you lunch. I heard it’s your favorite, cabbage rolls?” Pushing open the door, you're greeted with an even more shocking sight.

There he was, sat in the middle of the room, glaring at you. His amber orbs staring into your soul. His one arm was hooked to a chain that was plated to the wall of his room. The fiery red hair draped down his scarred face. But what got you the most was, no doubt, the expensive black bulky thing around his neck. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was the despicable shock collar that you saw and heard Nurse Mallory talk about.

Putting down his food slowly, your eyes can’t help but focus on the collar. It’s a simple existence infuriating you to your core. You needed to get that off. The collar was horrible enough, so seeing it paired with the chains that kept him restrained only made your blood boil hotter. While you originally wanted to wait till after he ate to fully introduce yourself, you don’t think you could go on for another minute now seeing and knowing about the collar being truly real.

You crouch to his level, trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. The thought of calling security lost on you as the last thing you needed was outside influence.

“Hello Kidd, I’m Dr. (L/N). I’ll be your new psychiatrist, so we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other now, I hope.” Looking down, your gaze meets the raw skin of his neck where the collar is tightly wrapped his neck. 

“Get the fuck out. I don’t need a damn doctor or psychiatrist! I need to be let out of this shit hole!” Jumping a bit, you almost fell over when he spoke so suddenly and aggressively. 

“Woah, hey, okay. I understand you're upset, but can you hear me out real quick? How about you take a bite of your food? If you eat real quick, then we can talk about all that mumbo jumbo?” Lifting your hands up to show no malicious intent, you continue. “Is it okay if I ask you something? Or rather, can I check something?”

“No! Piss off, you stupid bitch! Don’t fucking touch me!” He yells, his chains rattling as he reaches out to grab you, only for the chains to stop him as you aren’t within his reach. Angry, he grabs his drink and throws it at you.

Thankfully, you managed to duck in time for it to crash against the door. The water cup slammed against the metal door and discarding its contents. 

‘Jesus! Glad it was just water in a paper cup.’ Turning your gaze back to Kidd, you see him grab another handful of food to throw at you.

“Woah! Hey, let’s not do that! I’ll leave, I’ll leave, okay? Just eat your food, okay? I don’t want you to waste it and have to go hungry.” Taking steps back, you kept eye contact with Kidd. His blazing glare against your hesitant one. The lack of progress was upsetting you. You desperately wanted to go up to him and take off that collar around his neck, but you didn’t want to upset him more. So, with a sigh and a heavy heart, you grab the discarded water cup.

“I’ll have someone else bring you water. Until next time, Kidd.” Opening the door, you leave the hostile man’s room. Grabbing your walkie-talkie, you turn it on.

“Hello? This is Dr. (L/N). 105 needs a new water cup. I accidentally dropped it on my way to give him his food.”

“I’ll be right there! Worry not Dr. (L/N)!” Nurse Mallory’s voice comes through the radio.

“Thank you.” Ending the conversation, you put it back in your pocket and wait for her to arrive. Stress and worry are biting you as you can only imagine the last patient of the day would bring. 

‘That last interaction was my fault. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I pushed too much for a man who’d never met me. I should have known I wouldn’t have gotten the collar off today by myself. And I highly doubt the security guards will help me take it off if they’ve been okay with him having it on.’ Rubbing your face, you sigh and take a deep breath to calm you down. ‘Okay. Get your shit together (Y/N). I can’t be letting myself get swayed by emotions when dealing with already emotionally unstable patients. Step by step, no matter how little.’

[vroombeams]

oooh rent to own intrigues me 👀

hey buddy wanna buy a wip

rent to own!! the fic that was meant to be a kinktober fill for an android prompt and then i got emotionally invested as is traditional!!!

the og concept was just... android oscar, mechanic lando, oscar having some internal troubles like just this twisted cable that lando had to reeeach inside and untangle and then he got weird and horny about it you know. standard stuff. but THEN it started to grow legs and now it's just under 5k words and people have backstories and problems and feelings. hate that

basically lando's this anxiety-ridden social recluse in the not-so-distant future, he works from home doing graphic design and is like a hobby artist on the side? big sufferer of burnout, mildly agoraphobic, generally having kind of a bad time. he lives with max (fewtrell) with whom he has an on-again-off-again sexual relationship but it's pretty toxic in the sense that max is in a long distance relationship (with p) so the hookups are often like. soured. of course

SOOOO max goes away to visit p and is worried about lando being alone in the apartment because he's been worse lately, but conveniently their mutual friend is also going out of town so they hatch a 'sneaky' plan to have the friend's android stay with lando for a couple of weeks. they of course tell lando it's because the android needs looking after when well that certainly is not the case

anyway lando spends a couple of weeks with oscar the android. lando learns things about himself. they still have the moment of lando untangling one of oscar's wires for him and it being hornier than it has any right to be. otherwise it's a lot of sad starcrossed vibes i suppose!!!!

clip under the cut!!

Lando only sees Oscar once after the groceries are all done, and that’s because Oscar comes tip-toeing into his room to bring him food again. This time Lando’s gotten maybe half a sketch out of his brain and onto a page. It’s not exactly a victory, but he’s chipping away at something, finally.

“That’s nice,” Oscar says, setting a bowl of microwave something-or-other a safe distance from Lando’s keyboard. 

Lando grunts, more than responds. He imagines Oscar’s voice sounds patronizing, condescending. Like oh, what a lovely picture, Lando. It’ll go right on the fridge.

It’s so rude of him to think that way, isn’t it? So unkind to assume Oscar’s immediately judging him or critiquing him. That’s what his old therapist might've told him, anyway. 

“Sorry,” Lando says.

Oscar says, “What?”

Lando doesn’t move for a second, pencil poised at the edge of a kneecap taking shape on the page. His stomach quivers, trembles like an upset pudding.

Christ, he’s a mess.

“Nothing,” Lando says. “Thanks. Thank you.”

[ellieslittleslutt]

𝑰 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 ⋆⁺₊⋆

cw: very angsty, some drinking, swears, ellies ex

a/n: no clue what possessed me to make this but if its an absolute abomination i don't want anyone looking at me.

wc - 1.7k i think

not proofread

“go to the party” they said “it’ll be fun” they said, no they didn’t, your friend dina said that. those exact words actually while dragging you up out of bed “no she’s going to be there” you groaned lying back down. recently you’ve gone through a rough break up with the one person you loved but hated the most, none other than ellie fucking williams.

there was no huge fight or yelling or anything she just got dry and that hurt even worse watching her drift apart. dina huffs sitting down beside you “i love you, but i also promised her i would come and i can’t go alone” she said looking at you resting her head on her elbow “d why would you do that!” you groaned rolling onto your stomach.

“you haven’t gotten out of the apartment since the event we don’t speak of and i’m worried about you, just come out tonight, stick around for half an hour and then we can go home if you want to.” she bargains a deal with you trying to get you to come. groaning and mumbling about not wanting to you sit you looking at her “20 minutes and you owe me dinner” “25?” she asks, batting her lashes “fine.”

getting up excited she runs to find you an outfit “oh my god we’ll make you look so hot tonight trust me she’ll wish she never bro-“ “dina! we don’t speak of it!” the only reason you kept the rule was because you felt like if you did bring it up you would just break down in tears.

noticing you getting lost in thought again she threw a top at you snapping you out of it "none of that sad shit tonight alright? we are going out to have fun and forget and that is what will be happening tonight." she says rummaging around for something to wear. "ugh you're lucky i love you" you say slipping your top off "oh? you. saying you love me? i want it on paper."

walking up to the house it's packed, people spilling out onto the porch and the lawn. fiddling with the hem of your top walking in dina guides you through handing you a cup "one drink that's all i ask." she says putting it into your hand "d where did you even get this?" you ask, looking into the cup grimacing at the strong scent of alcohol. "jesse made it for us" she says, gesturing her head towards him in the kitchen with a bunch of other friends. knowing you can now trust the the drink was not poisoned you take a sip of it immediately frowning “thats vile! What did he put in it?” you say putting the cup down on some random coffee table. Dina almost bent over laughing catches her breath putting a hand on your shoulder “pretty sure its  80% vodka and maybe some cranberry juice” she says sipping hers “sure fucking taste like it” you grumble walking around with her.

Sitting down at a barstool in the kitchen you kept checking your clock waiting until her 25 minutes was up. Looking up from your phone you sigh, spotting jesse and dina sneak off into a bedroom. Great now you're stuck here for however long that will take.

Getting up the air starts to feel stuffy in the packed house suddenly craving the fresh air. Pushing your way through crowds you come out to the backyard where it is significantly quieter. Leaning against the railing you take a few deep breaths, lookin around there was only a few other people out here. One group by the fireplace with their beers chatting and laughing, the others seemed to have the same intent as you just trying to get away from the noise.

Looking over one person caught your eye, well two really. A certain auburnette and some random girl practically eating each others faces off. Having two do a double take you realize its ellie. Your heart sinks to your feet watching them when she lifts her head to see you, the color from her face disappears as she pushes the girl out of her way “i can explain” she says cautiously taking steps towards you. Shaking your head you felt the way to familiar sting in the corners of your eyes “your such a fucking asshole” you say walking away “wait cmon!” she calls out chasing after you through the house loosing you when she turns a corner.

Almost sprinting away you find yourself walking in on two people hooking up and another crying girl before you find an empty room to hide in. sitting down on the floor you try to calm down and slow the stream of tears that seems to flow endlessly the past week. Pressing a hand on your chest you start to try taking deep steady breaths which reduce the tears to soft sniffles and occasional hiccups.

Trying to ignore your phone blowing up with dina trying to find you, you stay sunken on the floor in some random storage closet when the door slowly creaked open to reveal a silhouette against the darkness of the hallway light and dark of the closet. You make out the familiar face of ellie. Looking back down into your lap you don't say a word not wanting to even look at her.

Breaking the silence she speaks up “Can we talk?” she asks softly leaning against the door frame tapping your shoe with the tip of her beat up converse to get your attention. “Not much to talk about” you murmured wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve moving your foot away from hers. “I mean can we talk about us? What happened” she looks genuinely concerned for you worried which is something new. “And you want to do that in here” you ask raising an eyebrow and she shrugs “i think it sums this situation up pretty well” chucking softly ellie feels a wave of warmth crash over her hearing your laugh. Flipping on the light she sits down with you shutting the door leaning against the wall.

“Look im sorry–” “thats new” you cut her off and she just scoffs looking away “im not fucking around here alright?” she says her tone suddenly serious and not like the soft one before. “Im sorry how all this shit went down. I didn't want you to see me like that. If i had to be perfectly honest im not exactly sober and im hurting.” she mumbles looking down into her lap. “So am i and im not over here making out with the first girl thats willing to. You got distant with me, you stopped talking to me when i did everything to get you to like me.” your voice breaks with tears as you speak tears pooling in your eyes threatening to spill. 

“I was trying to protect you..” she says quietly almost desperate for you to listen. Looking at her confused shes got your attention now. Sighing she shakes her head muttering to herself before speaking up. “I was not in the best shape alright? All that shit going down with joel and the pressure i didn't want to hurt you more and accidentally snap and say things i don't mean. You're better than me okay? So much better and by staying with me i was only holding you back. I was trying to save you from me.” tears are now falling down her cheeks.

The feeling of wanting to curl up into a ball so tight you permanently fused your bones in the fixed position slumped your shoulders. The words wouldn't come up, all that could were the tears. Putting your head into your hands you start to cry, ellie shifts over to your side of the closet wrapping her arm around your shoulder pulling her closer to her side. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist crying into her.

Rubbing soft circles on your pack she whispers her soft sorries holding you close until dina opened the door spotting you two on the floor. Walking back to the car ellie helps sit you down in the back petting your hair softly knowing it calmed you down when she did that “ill come by tomorrow okay? Well talk more” she says softly kissing your forehead watching you cry. Dina and jesse get up front jesse being the only one sober enough to drive you home.

Back in your bed dina was sat beside you in bed watching over you “what did she say?” she asked softly looking down at you “she said she was just protecting me…” you muttered half awake. She nods knowing not to pry leaves it at that. “You owe me dinner” you muttered causing dina to laugh softly nodding “i do.” 

Waking up in the morning felt like hell with the sun shinning right into your eyes head pounding from crying so much mouth dry and hair sticking up all over the place. Dina already left leaving you alone in the apartment. Groaning you flop back into bed trying to go back to bed when theres a soft knock at the door ellie's voice coming out muffled “you up?” she asks “unfortunately” you reply sitting up watching her come into the room holding a convenience store bag. “Got your favorites” she said softly shutting the door sitting down on the edge of you bed “thought you could use it and if i had to be completely honest it is my sorry gift” she says putting it beside you. Humming you keep your eyes on her making eye contact.

“I miss you” you whisper reaching your foot out under the covers to tap her thigh. Nodding she puts a hand on your knee rubbing her thumb over it “i know you do… i do too” she says keeping her gaze down. Kicking off her shoes she crawls up in bed beside you lying down. “I would like to try again.. I'll show my ugly bits and and the dirty but ill do it with you” she laces her fingers between yours. “Okay” you whisper and she smiles “i know you wont trust me immediately but i don't care, well work through it and its worth it to have my girl back.” she lifts your hand to kiss it softly shutting her eyes. Shifting you move to lie don on top of her in her arms clingin onto her for dear life “ i really really missed you” you mumble into her chest and she kisses the top of you head rocking you softly “i did too baby,”

[azelmaandeponine]

I saw a interpretation of Filbrick that is kind strange and I want your opinion:

"I consider him a man of extreme tough love and concerned with making money in order to provide for his family, and those are thoughts I subscribe to as canon interpretation as well.

I don’t view him as abusive like a majority of the fandom seems to from what I’ve perused on him.

At least he’s not intentionally.

His actions in some instances can be viewed as such especially from a modern light, but they’re never from a place of maliciousness or hate. They come from a place of love and worry, in a time where being emotionally vulnerable (having heart to hearts and being frank with feelings) for a man is not only looked down upon, but can be detrimental to overall success and survival. So he’s ’not easily impressed’ and closed off. Gets angry when something valued gets lost rather than being sad or hurt by it because it’s easier and safer. (there’s a reason why he never got rid of the ‘#1 Dad’ marking on his pendant that Stan had given him - that hit him where it counted and he cherished it).

Tough love was an extreme back then, and making your kid stand outside for two days holding a sign saying 'extra stan 2$' is certainly not the best way to go about motivating your son to do better in school Filbrick.

Has a very ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ mentality because he knows no one else in the world will give exception to his sons having a heart and being sensitive. He’s the only one who they can afford to make mistakes with and learn from before the world gets its claws in them. He’s very loyal and doesn’t take kindly to people trying to harm his family… even said family. (why he insisted on boxing lessons, is part of a holy mackerel brotherhood, and why he even reacted as he did when learning about Stan and the project - he honestly believed that Stan had betrayed the family and sabotaged his brother because Stan has always been known for lying even as a kid [aka the pendent incident], it was an assumption that Ford didn’t correct him on and probably could have changed the whole outcome of if he hadn’t been devastated with the same feelings of betrayal).

Throwing Stan out in canon while in anger, was awful, I won't forgive that, but it did happen a lot back then especially at 17-18 when kids were both 'considered' or officially adults, and could go off on their own. You can still see that kinda thought process even nowadays in older folks to prevent 'mooching' or 'being a bum'.

I personally believe he’s just a man of his time and of his circumstances. Can come across heartless but does have a huge one just hidden away. I like to think he didn’t go to Stan’s ‘funeral’ because he still felt betrayed, yes (how could his kid do that to his own brother and force them to live in poverty and slog through life like that out of jealousy?), but that he didn’t go because he just couldn’t handle it. He would’ve been too broken and vulnerable about it. Or that… maybe he was dead by that time.

There’s literally no way anyone can convince me that Filbrick didn’t sit alone staring at that ‘#1 Dad’ pendant in the dark of his room without tears on his face.

Unless you’re Alex Hirsch, then I beg you not to break my heart like that lol"

What do you think?

I'm sorry, they lost me at "I don't view him as abusive". It's literally canon he is.

As for the rest...does this person know abusers can be multifaceted? That there are usually calmer moments in the abuse? Cause I don't think they know that.

All in all, it seems like this person doesn't know much about abuse, and can't fathom that a parent could be horrifically abusive to their kids because he was shown being fond of a gift one of his kids gave him.

[sadistic-cardinal]

Call Me Copia

Copia x Sister of Sin

Word count: 1450

A Sister of Sin comes across a disassociating Frater Imperator and offers him a little bit of comfort. He is very stuck in his own head.

Post RHRN so there are some spoilers for the Ghovie.

Read it on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60551332

"Someone needs to do something."

"We can't just go up and bother members of the upper clergy."

"He has been stood there for four and a half hours, we can't just leave him."

"Well, I'm not getting in trouble. If you want to that's fine by me. Come on, Jen."

Sister Macy takes one last look at the back of the man in question before looping her arm through Sister Jen's and heading briskly down the long corridor, leaving the reluctant Lucy alone to make her own mind up about what to do.

Lucy sighs, wringing her hands as she listens to the fading footfalls of her friends' hasty retreat. Members of the upper clergy. Such formalities never seemed to apply to him before. Though far from a social butterfly, Copia never seemed the type of man that would turn you away or be angry at a genuine display of compassion. For all the nasty rumours that surrounded him, Lucy was always one to trust her own eyes and ears and what she saw of the former Papa he was a gentle, kind, somewhat awkward but infinitely patient man whose door was always open for siblings in need.

He was nothing like his mother. The late Sister Imperator. Stern. Cold. Dismissive. The iron fisted ruler of the Ministry who dispatched Ghouls and Papas at will. Though she was always good to him. Her son. At least in recent years. The whole situation was rather sad, Lucy thought. And more than likely the cause for Papa- no, Frater Imperator's- increasingly odd behaviour as of late. Siblings had noted him spacing out, far more than usual. His eyes, even under the black Papal paints, were sunken and hollow. Glassy. Lifeless. On more than one occasion he had been seen yelling at thin air. The paperwork was piling up, the Ghouls were distressed, and now he was standing in the hallway, looking into empty space, and had been for the past few hours.

No, it was not right to leave him like this, Lucy decided. Consequnces be damned, since when was it disallowed to ask Copia if he would like a cup of tea? That wouldn't exactly warrent an excommunication, would it?

She finds her feet moving and before she even realises what she is doing, she is next to him.

"P...-"

Good start. Almost calling him the wrong title. Lucy internally scolds herself for her mistake.

Although, in his current state he may appreciate his old one a little more. Maybe it would feel like none of this ever happened. Maybe he could believe he really was still Papa, still had his Ghouls, still had his mother. Even just for a moment. But then the illusion would shatter once again. No, not Papa. Not anymore.

"Frater Imperator?" She asks timidly.

Nothing. He is like a statue. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest and the occasional blink she would have thought he too had been embalmed, like his brothers.

"Frater Imperator?" She says, a little louder.

Still nothing. She looks up at him and sees the tension. Practically feels it radiating off him. A thin sinew wound tight in his neck, his hands clamped together in front of his stomach, his shoulders absolutely rigid.

It is there she touches him, just below his shoulder.

"Copia." She says, firmly, as her fingers make contact with the pleasant texture of the very expensive black jacket he wears.

He stiffens instantly, sucking air through his teeth, and looks at her with an expression that reminds her of a frightened, cornered animal.

"Ah, s-sister. Hello. How do you do..?"

He manages, and she tries to fight off the pitying expression she can feel plastered all over her face.

"Just fine, Frater." She says gently, removing her hand before he notices.

"Um..."

He cocks an eyebrow at her, his gloved hands twisting together, a habit so deeply ingrained it is automatic at this point. They stare at eachother for what feels like an agonising eternity.

"Sister? May i help you? I am ah... i am quite busy."

It is Lucy's turn to cock an eyebrow.

"Frater... "

"Hmh?"

"You... um, you have been stood here for a while. I... just wanted to um... see if you needed anything...?"

Copia blinks.

"A while?"

He repeats back. Then he sees it. The pity. The concern. She doesn't have to tell him, it's written all over her face.

"...ah."

"Yes, Frater, i... i don't mean to interrupt but you've been in this corridor since two. It's... it's half past six now. Um... -"

"I see."

Copia sighs. He had done it again. It kept happening. Losing hours and hours. The tunnel vision. Feeling like he was outside himself. Seeing it again. The LA Forum. The view from a mile high. His mother. The paramedics. The Ghouls... Her body, lifeless-

"Copia?"

His name snaps him back to reality with an uncomfortable jolt. She was saying something. This pretty little Sister with her red hair and freckles. What was she saying?

"Perdonami?"

She smiles for the first time since the conversation started and his chest fills with warmth. A rare and pleasent sensation amidst the utter turmoil that accounts for most of his essence.

Then her hand is on him again, on his forearm and squeezing lightly. A sensation like electricity shoots upwards from the point of contact and he can hardly stand it.

The sheer open sincerity and kindness of the gesture almost breaks him right there.

He doesn't know her, not really. He has seen her around, of course, but what is this sweet little thing doing being kind to a weird old man like him? Respectful, yes, the siblings have to be, it comes with the position. But genuine kindness? That is not something he is often on the recieving end of. Odd. Awkward. Creepy. That's what they think of him. He is not stupid, he knows what they all say behind his back. And they're right, he knows this too. 'She should be running,' he thinks. What is she doing alone in a corridor with a man who can hardly control his own mind right now. She knows it. It is why she came over in the first place. She's speaking again. That gentle, soothing voice. Something about tea.

"Tea?" He blurts, just about having caught that as his thoughts began to spiral again. Her hand was gone from his arm but the lingering sensation of her touch remained. When was the last time someone had touched him? Was it when the stage hands had helped him up off the ground...-

"It always calms my nerves."

"What?"

Lucy smiles. For a Satanic nun she really did have the patience of a saint. What was she doing here?

"Camomile tea. It never fails. I have some... in my dorm. I could make you a cup, Frater? It's just... forgive me but you look like you could use a nice hot cup and... maybe... a little company?"

Damn where his mind went when she said that. Even in his moment of need when this girl comes to help he's still just an old letch-

"Yes."

"Yes? Great, I'll get it...-"

"Eh, no, you don't need to. I have some. I have some in my quarters."

He looks at her, idly tapping his fingers together, another nervous tick.

"If you're comfortable coming... eh...you don't have to...-"

Why must he be this awkward? She offered, didn't she? If this girl had any sense she would turn tail and run.

"I'd love to, Frater." A part of her must have sensed his need because in an instant her hand is looping through the crook of his elbow and gently guiding him along. His old knees creak, seizing from having been stood in one spot for so long, and he tries not to betray it on his face. Instead he concentrates on the feeling of her small hand ever so gently squeezing his arm. Again it is almost too much but oh how he craves it. The anxious tapping stops and he gently places his gloved hand over hers as they walk, feeling more present than he has in weeks.

"You... eh... what was your name again?" How rude not to have asked before. The shame turns his ears red and he steals a glance at her. She doesn't seem to mind.

"Lucy, Frater. Sister Lucy Corson." She says, giving his arm another gentle squeeze as they make their way through the Ministry.

He lets out a little sigh, making sure he commits it to memory, determined to remember every detail of this moment.

"Lucy. Eh... Please... just call me, Copia."