#he keeps going on about how the bread was getting more and more expensive

[al-mayriti]

if you were wondering what were the most common spices in 1910's albacete, they were cinammon and clove

[glamourscat]

Literally love your Tim Drake works 🙏 so good to see him get some hype!!

Can I please request Tim Drake with Gn!reader teasing him about essentially being his sugar baby? Not using him obvi, but like as a broke college student myself, I know he would simply not be able to witness our conditions without stepping in. Idk if he's ever canonically gone to a dorm, but I think explaining the concept of having to wear a "shower shoe" to avoid communal shower fungus would be enough for him to just buy you an apartment for the next 4 years 😭 or looking in the fridge only to see the takeout box, bread, and ketchup combo cause groceries are toooo expensive 😭 The "damn bitch you live like this" meme personified

Sorry this became off-topic ramble-ly lol I just think it's funny how stressed he would be by his partner's early 20's ✨ broke era✨

a/n: when I tell I saw the request and immediately my fingers started writing😭 loved this! thank you so much, I hope it’s what you were looking for <3

cw: slightly suggestive towards the end

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“For the love of—babe?” Tim’s voice rang through your college dorm room.

You looked up from the bed where you were working on some assignments, meeting his eyes as he crouched near the mini-fridge under your desk.

“Yeah, hun?” you said, eyebrows furrowing.

“What in the actual hell is this?” he exclaimed, holding up a few boxes of Chinese takeout and random half-open sauce packets—most definitely “borrowed” from fast food joints and restaurants alike. His face was a mix of shock and genuine concern for you.

“Ah, yeah. That was my dinner yesterday, my lunch the day before yesterday, and my breakfast… yep,” you said casually, shrugging as you went back to your work.

After all, it’s not like you’re the only one in this situation. Sure, you would have preferred to eat a proper meal, but broke students have to survive somehow, right?

“Babe… you are seriously surviving off of scraps? This can barely keep you fed, not to mention the—” he stopped as he looked over at your desk. “Now what in the hell is this?” His voice was slightly high-pitched as he stared at the shower shoes on your desk that you had forgotten to put away before he came by.

“Those? You’ve really never seen shower shoes?” you said with a hint of an amused smile. “Those are shower shoes, Tim. I use them in the communal showers since we don’t have individual ones. To avoid getting shower fungus or athlete’s foot, ya know? Stuff like that.” Your words were so calm, so… like you were used to it.

Tim stared at you with his eyes almost bulging out of his skull, genuinely trying to make his last remaining brain cells understand how this way of living was even possible on college grounds. But more importantly, how the hell were you supposed to live like this for the next four years?

“Where are you going?” you asked, confused, seeing him rush to put his jacket on.

“Put your jacket on. We are going to look at apartments right now. I think I caught something just by thinking of you living here for the next four years, malnourished and worst of all, using communal showers. What if something happened to you? Yeah, fuck that, c’mon” he said frantically, almost dragging you out of your dorm by the hand as you tried not to laugh.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting—”

“No,” he cut you off. His expression was almost comical in how genuinely frantic he was. But, despite that, it was also cute seeing how much he cared for you.

“Tim, I know you’re concerned but, I mean—an apartment is a big thing. I—”

He stopped, turning you to face him in the empty hallway. His hands rested on your waist. “I have the money. You can’t live like this. Let me help my lover, okay? I will still do it, you know that. If not now I’ll gift you an apartment for Christmas since it’s around the corner.” His voice got lower. “Besides, we certainly can’t do anything in here, one moan from me—”

“TIM!” you said, flustered, a small embarrassed chuckle escaping your lips.

“What? It’s the truth. Everyone will be all up in our business…” he whined quietly as he got closer, his soft lips leaving a warm kiss on your neck.

“Besides—” he whispered in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine, “I can’t sneak in with my Red Robin costume here. And you bet your ass I’m coming over after patrol so we can be together. Soooo, an apartment it is,” he hummed proudly, leaving another kiss, this time a soft peck on your lips. He pulled back with a soft smile that just made you want to squeeze his cheeks for how cute he looked.

“Still, I mean…” you sighed softly. “I feel like your sugar baby, hun,” you said half-jokingly.

“Yeah?” he said with a cheeky twinkle in his eye. “Then that just means I need to spoil my baby more. That’s the bare minimum I can do after all hmm?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you close as you two walked off giggling to yourselves like fools, yes, but fools in love.

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[starpoweredv1b]

With finding out you do like JJK, I gift you this drabble with Nanami.

Nanami isn't a dad. He is still single, and his life is still all about punching that time card. That is until one day, when he is getting off, a colleague begs him for a favor.

"My daughter normally takes the train home, but with all those reports of chikan reports lately, do you think you could possibly take her home?"

She is lucky that Nanami is such a stand-up guy and agrees. Taking time out of his valuble off time, he drives to the nearby college to wait. Still in his suit and tie, he is leaned against the side of his expensive car, always the gentleman he plans to open the door. He gets appreciative looks from girls passing by, but he has no interest in any of them. 'To young' he thinks to himself, that is until he sees his little soon to be passanger. Bright eyes look around the parking lot on the phone with someone, stretching up on tiptoes to try to get a better vantage. Silly little girl, don't you know that isn't how seeing better at a distance works? When she finally catches sight of him, she hangs up the phone and makes her way over to him with a bright smile to match those bright eyes.

"Mr. Nanami?" she asks once she gets close enough to be heard, sweet voice filling his brain like cotton candy and she was just so tiny as she stood in front of him. She would be easy to pick up. Hell, he could do it with one arm if she didn't squirm. Maybe even if she did. "Yes. Your mother sent me to take you home." he says. His voice was full of authority, but still polite. He put his hand out for her bag, but instead, she placed her own small hand in his mistaking it for a handshake instead. Everything about her was tiny. No wonder her mother was worried and asked him to go get her daughter. He would never do anything to her against her will.

In the car, he was now trapped with her smell, too, trying to make idle conversation, but it was hard when she smelt exactly like a vanilla cupcake. It's not the cheap perfume type either. "I'm going to school to be a baker." she proudly tells him the smile on her face makes him want to ruin it with his cock down her throat, but he waits. Ever the gentleman that he is. He doesn't even get home before he is fisting his cock roughly to the scent of her still in his car and texting her mother that he would be more than happy to keep picking up her daughter and making sure she got home safe, free of charge of course.

Over the weeks, he slowly starts getting his little passenger used to his touch. A hand on her back as he guided her to the car. Pushing her hair out of her pretty face when she looks up at him. No, he didn't just trail his fingertips down her face. Everything is slow and methodical until she greets him with a hug after a bad day. Tests and her partner burnt the confections they were working on. She huffed and crossed her little arms as her adorably plump and glossed lips pouted. God did he want those lips around his thumb as he absolutely wrecked her. She wouldn't have to have bad days like this if she dropped out of college and moved in with him. She could make him cute little deserts and breads and he could stuff her tiny cunt full of his hot loads every day. It would be absolutely perfect.

She didn't notice his hand on her thigh. She didn't notice it slipped up and up until he was squeezing the fat of her thigh. She didn't say anything when they ended up at his apartment instead of her home, but she did say, "Please." when she ended up across his lap in his secluded parking spot, making a mess all over the front of his pants

Turns out, she was playing the game as much as he was.

-🐱

🐱 anon singlehandedly feeding this account i swear!!! thank you for the gift it made me (s)cream trust.

making reader into his little housewife slowly but surely, god it definitely drives him crazy just imagining her all rounded and glowing with their kid one day, wearing an apron as she bakes for him. thinking about it would literally lead to him going extra deep if he's fucking her. whispering how good she's doing for him as he spears her open to her cervix. circling her clit with callous experienced fingers as he thrusts deep.

he's also the type to give forehead kisses as he cums deep inside. he'll have his hands on the backs of her thighs, her feet on the broad of his shoulders, and cock head kissing the curve of her cervix as he holds her in a mating press. he'll kiss her forehead so sweetly as he bullies her loaded cunt oh my god i need this man so so bad.

also this inspired me to one day write about burnt out salaryman nanami as a chikan. thank you 🐱 anon i am in love with your asks.

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 6: Harvest Season

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 5083 words.

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The cold morning tickled your toes protruding from the blankets that barely covered your body. You curled into a ball as you slept with your five sisters while the sun peeked through the hills of the green valley. They were squashed together like sardines to make the most of the small bed's cramped space. The room in the cabin where they lived was practically empty, they only had a small closet with all their clothes, some stuffed animals for decoration and a semi-transparent white cloth that served as a curtain. You were in your fifth dream when you felt a hand pulling your foot. You snapped your eyes open to see your mother at the end of the bed. 

“Let’s go to the market,” she asked you as you whittled your eyes wide awake. 

You nodded in response so as not to wake your sisters. You carefully slipped out of bed to get dressed in a brown dress, you wore it so much that it already had holes in the skirt. Your mother had sold most of your fancy dresses, so your sisters could buy new ones for the dances they were invited to. Your mother was always obsessed with the idea that one of her daughters would marry a rich man and take them all out of the misery in which they lived. Every morning she used to repeat the same thing: “Up my future princesses because men don't flirt themselves.” You quietly left the room and picked up the old worn-out basket they used to carry the loaf of bread and potatoes they could afford to buy. 

Since your father died a couple of years ago, money was always tight. Your mother, to keep her hopes up and not starve to death, had slowly sold all the furniture in the house. She started with the living room, then the dining room, then her bed and then the decorations. Little by little, they were running out of options. Someone had to sacrifice in the work field, and your mother would not be one of them. 

The sun was barely rising over the green horizon. It was too early to go to the human market, but you just followed your mother without question. The grass crunched under your worn boots and the cool air ruffled your hair. As you walked along the path you had created from the many times you had gone to town, your mother was quieter than usual. She was a hard woman to keep quiet, always having to have an opinion on something. “The mornings are horrible,” “it hasn't rained in months,” “everything is more expensive.” She always prattled on about any topic that crossed her mind, but today she was different. She just looked straight ahead, walked hurriedly and hadn't even wished you good morning. “Maybe she wants some peace,” you thought. You should have realized it at the time. 

You knew you reached the main town when the smell of fish intensified. Every morning, fishermen set out to sell their booty among the busy main streets of the Sukuna kingdom. A place full of humans who were ruled by curses. Since King Sukuna had conquered their lands along with his army more than five hundred years ago, the humans who had already lived there for centuries became easy prey for the hideous deformed monsters. Half of the population was eaten, while the other was left alone as soon as their stomachs were full. The only thing that stopped them from eating more was their own limits. From then on, the curses began to coexist with the humans. Only instead of treating them as equals, it was a cow-butcher relationship. 

Since the curses owned the main town, it was rare to see so many humans walking down the street. They were all heading in the same direction, the gloomy castle of King Sukuna. A striking architectural structure of charcoal color and huge windows with blood-red roses. It was so large that despite being surrounded by towering walls, you could still admire the rest of the castle and its imposing watchtowers. Your astonished gaze kept going up to admire the terrible place. Your eyes could not continue because the top of its towers were hidden among the gray clouds and the vultures flying overhead. 

Unfortunately, they had not arrived at the market but at the gigantic wooden bridge that led into the castle. Several curses in fine armor paraded around the perimeter as you watched two of them lead a lady into the castle. Your breath hitched as you realized what day it was. Today was harvest day. Once a year, King Sukuna asks those who want to work for him to report to the castle and in return their families would be rewarded financially, but everyone knows it's a trap. No one knows exactly what goes on inside the castle, but a tyrant who mistreats his people does not usually offer “work.” All the people know that once you enter his castle, you don't get out. Even though it is known that entering his castle was like entering a torture machine of your own free will. People in need of money or resources send older relatives or children they can't support to get rid of them. 

You dropped the basket in shock at why your mother had only woken you up so early and was so quiet. She was about to sell you. As soon as the basket creaked against the floor, you ran away to avoid your painful fate as the daughter who was betrayed by her mother. You didn't manage to run that far, because two curses pinned you to the ground. You screamed, kicked and twisted your body in failed attempts to escape. Your eyes filled with tears as soon as the curses lifted you off the ground to drag you back to the castle. It was the end, you knew that for a fact. 

“We must part ways, my adorable daughter,” your mother said goodbye without looking you in the eye. 

“Are you really going to sell me to the tyrant? You know what happens to those who enter!” You yelled while tears fell desperately down your cheeks. 

“Don't be like that, you know we need money. The king may be a tyrant, but sometimes he is generous,” she said as he showed you the sack of gold coins the curses give her for you. 

100 gold coins. That was all you were worth. All your years of life equaled a year's worth of food. Not even luxuries, expensive furniture or beautiful clothes. Your mother had traded you to eat one more year without worry. You hang your head in defeat. She was treating you as if you were a nuisance. One more pitiful mouth to feed. 

“I can work at the market, at sea, in mining, in anything!” You protested. 

“How are you going to work there? I educated you as a young lady so you could marry a rich man, and you failed me,” she emphasized, spitting in your face the disappointment she felt. 

Your chest ached, snot was building up in your nose and your eyes were beginning to redden from the hot tears coming from your sad heart. Your head was starting to hurt, you couldn't believe this was happening to you. You were always a good daughter. You were the perfect daughter, polite and compliant. What have you done wrong? The frustration of not being able to do anything was eating you alive.  

“Think of your sisters. With this money, they will be able to buy new dresses to impress rich men. Next week there is going to be a ball, they say King Gojo will be there,” your mother said excitedly. 

“Say goodbye to your mother, we must get you to the castle.” A curse ordered you with a harsh voice. 

“I don't have a mother anymore,” you mumbled between sobs. 

“My sweet daughter, don't be like that…” your mother called you with disappointment. 

“And you no longer have a daughter,” your mother gasped, surprised at the minimum act of rebellion. 

From the time you were a little girl, your parents knew you would be a good girl. You always did everything orderly, knew what to say to stay out of trouble and educated your sisters when they were wrong. You were the perfect daughter in their eyes. The only thing you weren't good at was talking to men. At dances none of them would come up to you and none of them would catch your eye. While the sister next in age to you, Yorozu, danced with almost everyone, you always stood on the sidelines as you watched the night unfold. Your mother always scolded you on the way home for not being good enough to get a husband, but that never mattered to you. You knew inside that someday you would marry a good man who could see your true potential. 

Curses threw you into the parade ground and closed the gate behind you. You felt worse than dirt itself, you wanted to lie on the ground where you belonged. You wished the earth would swallow you up and disappear at that instant, anyway, you had nothing left to fight for. You didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. 

A loud sobbing sound reached your ears, causing you to look up. A little blond boy was crying his eyes out as he desperately searched for his mother. You were in the same situation as him, only you didn't have a little teddy bear to cheer you up. In a place full of old people, no one wanted to pay attention to you. No one had enough energy to soothe the crying of a frightened child. 

You stood up and dusted off your dress. Quietly, you approached the child with a red face from crying. He was dressed in a torn white shirt and dirty overalls. He couldn't have been more than 10 years old. You got down on your knees to stand by his height and wiped away his tears with your thumbs before shaking off his clothes.

“I want my mommy,” the boy shouted as he sniffled. A lump rose in your throat. You wanted the one you used to have too. 

“She'll be back. You just have to be a good boy, alright?” You asked with a weak smile. The boy nodded as he rubbed his watery eyes. “Whatever you do, just behave well and she will come back.”

 “Do you promise me?” he asked you between sobs, raising his little pinky towards you. 

“Of course,” you answered, intertwining his little finger with yours. 

An old woman approached you both. A granny with a cotton head, raisin skin and a sketchy smile, handed him a piece of candy she had in the pocket of her once-white apron. The boy gladly accepted it, forgetting for a second why he was crying in the first place. Children were always easy to please. 

“Poor little boy. He hasn't even started his life, and he's already this lucky,” the old woman whispered to you as you watched him eat the candy and play with his teddy bear perched on the grass. You could only nod in sorrow.

After an hour of waiting and watching the curses hurl more sold humans onto the parade ground. The doors of the gigantic castle opened. A white-haired person with a red stripe and splendid white robes made an appearance along with a scroll under their arm. You stepped in front of the boy to hide him behind you. 

“Welcome to this year's harvest. Thanks to your relatives or communities, you have been chosen as the most useless beings of this year. So the great king Sukuna has decided to give you the opportunity to work for him as servants,” The person began to read the scroll aloud in front of everyone. 

A collective sigh was heard when he read the word “useless”. Most of them, being elderly, already knew that they were only a burden to their families. Therefore, there was no need to stress it further. It was like squeezing lemon on an open wound. 

“As every year, we give those who are completely useless a chance to leave. King Sukuna needs real servants and not stupid dogs.” Along with that announcement, the castle gates opened.

There it was, the door that would lead them to freedom right under their noses. Hearing that, most of them ran towards their escape route, desperate to return home to their loved ones. You took the child in your arms and were about to run away until the thought that the offer was too good to be true settled in your mind. “Those who go in, never come back” you thought. 

“Come on, dear, let's go,” the kind old woman asked you while she pulled you by the arm to escape quickly. 

“If they do this every year, why doesn't anyone come back home?” You asked her. “It's a trap, I can feel it.” The old woman looked at you puzzled at first, but understood your point after processing it for a couple of seconds. She was so blinded by the brilliant exit that she hadn't boasted about it. 

Once the first to escape was about to reach the door, the grille slammed shut. The evil laughter of hundreds of curses echoed through the place like a war chant. In less than a second, a gigantic flock of armored curses began to eat all those who were about to flee. A massacre, desperate screams and blood spraying everywhere. You had never seen anything like it in your life. You knew the curses were evil and ate humans, but you never thought it would be such a disastrous sight. You covered the child’s eyes. The lady covered her face as she realized the hell they had been sent to. 

“Traitor dogs do not deserve to live,” the white-haired person said as soon as no human who had tried to escape was left alive. 

“You were right…” the old woman whispered next to you between silent sobs. 

You looked back at the front of the castle while your eyes were still drowning in tears. The person who was summoning you was glaring at you, as if offended by your mere presence. You looked around, less than half had stayed. The other elders were crying, vomiting and some lucky ones hadn't even turned around to see what was happening. Your arms were shaking from the cold of the morning and the terror that consumed you whole. You squeezed the child against your body to protect it. A little creature was not to blame for being in a place like that. You had to protect him, it was the only way he would have a chance to survive. 

“I congratulate you for surviving the first round. My name is Uraume, and I am the right hand of your king, Sukuna Ryomen,” they introduced themselves in a loud, monotone voice so that we could all hear them. “Next you will introduce yourselves to the king. He will have the final word as to your fate,” they explained before returning to the castle. 

After finishing their feast, the other curses rounded up the survivors to form a line in front of the castle gates. They were sheep being led by shepherds who were also wolves. No one said a word, they only obeyed by bodily proximity to where they were supposed to be. You did not let go of the child at any time, you had already proclaimed yourself as his guardian. Maybe it wasn't the best idea in hell, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You were willing to protect him as if he were one of your little sisters. 

Your beloved little sisters. You hid your face in the little boy's hair so no one would see you cry. Once you entered the castle, you would never leave, either by slavery or death. You would never see your lovely sisters again. You would never see them play, comb each other's hair or sing happily after dinner. You cursed the time when you had grown up and were not woman enough not to marry someone. In your mother's eyes you were a disappointment and were to be discarded. You only prayed internally that your sisters would not have the same fate. Yorozu was only a year younger than you. If she did not marry soon, she too would be sold. 

The survivors passed 5 at a time into the castle. The walls were so thick that they could not hear what was happening on the other side. There were 5 more people left, and it was your turn to pass next to the old woman, who was repeating the same silent prayer several times. The curse at the front of the line signaled the 5 people to pass, making everyone move in sync. 

“The child must enter,” the curse ordered you. 

“But they already let 5 in. It's his turn to go in when I go in,” you defended, holding the little boy tightly. 

The curse smiled maliciously before snatching the child from your hands. The difference in strength was crazy. You managed to grab the child by his white shirt to prevent him from being stolen. The child began to cry out loud because the curse had hooked its claws into his back. The curse pulled harder on the boy, leaving you with only the torn piece of cloth in your hand. As you tried to reach him again, the curse kicked you in the stomach so that you fell to the ground. Your body fell, and your eyes could only watch as the boy was mercilessly thrown along with the others. 

“Just do what they ask you to do!” You shouted at the boy between sobs before another curse kicked you in the face to shut you up. 

The last thing you could see was his face full of tears and snot as you bled from your nose incessantly. The castle doors slammed shut as the curses taunted you. You didn't care what they had to say, you just wanted the child to be okay. The woman you had befriended helped you up as your chest closed, and your eyes hurt from crying. You couldn’t do it anymore. 

After about 10 minutes, the doors opened again. The curse kicked you in the back to get you inside. The old woman and three other old men followed close behind. A servant with a grim face welcomed you and led you into the king's hall. A room filled with luxuries along the walls, costly works, candles bathed in gold foil and glowing obsidian candelabras. It was a pity that the beautiful room was bathed in the dark blood of your kind. The walls were splattered, some candles had been extinguished because of it, and there were several dismembered bodies all over the room. 

Despite being surrounded by light sources, the deepest part of the room was in complete darkness. Where you assumed the throne was supposed to be, there were many curtains that kept the king in the shadows. The only thing you could see was one of his giant feet being struck by the light of a nearby candle. 

The servant asked them to stand in a side row so that the king could get a good view of them all. Once they obeyed, the servant retreated at a brisk pace. Everyone was silent. You could only hear their breaths being disturbed by the situation they were in. Your eyes traveled around the room. The bodies of the discarded individuals were cut into hundreds of cubes, making your blood run cold. It was an extremely perfect job, almost impossible to do. Had the king done that or was someone else in the room with them? You didn't want to see, but it was like a morbid exhibition of what an abominable being could do.

Your eyes roamed around the room in curiosity and terror, until they saw a teddy bear soaked in blood. The teddy bear of the child you swore you would protect. The child's head had been cut off, his eyes had popped out of his skull and were held in place by its corneas, and the rest of his body was completely mutilated into perfect rectangles of flesh. You closed your eyes and clenched your skirt to keep from screaming in despair. The frustration and disappointment in you could not be compared to anything else. You could do nothing to save him. You were pathetic. 

“5… 4…” The king started the countdown. For what? You had no idea. 

You knew you wouldn't have the answer if you asked him because of his reputation as a foul tyrant. You didn't know much about the dastardly king who reigned over the land of your birth, the only thing you knew was that he hated humans more than anything else in the world. You looked around for answers as to what exactly the king wanted. Nothing about the decorations gave you answers, the only thing that kept catching your attention were the bodies. “If he has servants, why are the bodies still here?” you thought the servants would get rid of them before bringing in any more prospects. 

“3…” His deep voice echoed through the walls along with a devilish smile. 

Sukuna watched you comfortably from his large stone throne, hand carved by the best sculptors in the region. He was amused to see your eyes darting everywhere. “What a fool,” you thought disdainfully. Nothing in the room could help you know what to do. 

“2…” You could hear a small smile escape his lips as he approached 0. 

You analyzed the bodies before you and they all met the same characteristic. None of the heads were connected to the rest of the body. Their heads had been cut off before they were mutilated. If none of them had heads, it is because they must have been at the same height, that is, they were standing when their heads were cut off. Standing in front of a tyrant? Complete blasphemy. That was it. That must have been it. 

“¡1!” 

“Get down, ma'am!” you yelled before pulling the lady down to the floor with you so she could kneel. 

You knelt with your head on your hand as a pillow while the other still held the lady's arm. A thin slice rang through the room. It was so fast that you didn't hear a scream or even a whimper, you only heard the bodies of the others in the room fall to the floor under their own weight. The blood of the old man next to you began to trickle down to your fingers. You didn't dare look at the result of what had happened. You were just relieved that you were in one piece. 

“Finally… Someone with manners,” the king uttered with disdain. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it wouldn't go away. “The one in the middle, come closer,” he commanded. You were dead, you sensed it. 

You struggled to your feet and walked towards him without looking his way. You entered his little sacred place in the middle of the dark, but you could see him clearly. His pink legs were gigantic. His thigh was thicker than your legs put together. That already gave you hints of the giant in front of you. Despite being dressed in a large white robe, he still showed enough skin to be considered vulgar. As soon as you approached, his hand took your head easily as if it were a ball, directing your gaze towards him. Your eyes widened at the eerie sight in front of you. A malevolent face split in half that watched you morbidly. His four eyes roamed your body shamelessly. His half-naked body tattooed with different lines astonished you at a closer look.  

“How old are you?” He asked you while he moved your joints with his four arms as if you were a doll he could play with. You answered obediently between stutters. “Tell me, did your husband sell you?” he answered with a mocking tone. 

“I am not married, my king,” Sukuna arched an eyebrow at that response. You decided to elaborate your answer to that reaction. “My mother sold me because I didn't marry.” 

“You are still old enough to get married,” Sukuna said, still not letting go to observe you better. 

He turned and moved you around like a globe to inspect you completely. It's been a long time since I've seen a girl of your age, to be always in the castle or conquering lands, she always sees young men but almost never women. For someone of the lowest possible class, you had your certain charm. Sukuna saw you as if you were a strange doll in an antique store, odd but striking in your own way. 

“We were starving, my king.”

“It shows,” he replied with a certain mocking tone. “You know… I'm not used to seeing girls like you around here. They always send me decrepit old men or children who didn't die in their mother's womb,” he explained, annoyed. 

Despite the terrifying distance and the fact that your heart was pounding a mile a minute, you were glad he wasn't hurting you. He grabbed you by the head as if he were examining a fruit to dictate whether he could eat it or not, but he didn't squeeze you as if he were squeezing you between his claws. 

“I keep the old people because they work the hardest for their daily meal and I kill all the children because I hate how loud they can be.” You quickly realized right there that you never had a chance to save the child. An unruly tear rolled down your cheek, taking a second to mourn the little boy in silence. “So tell me, what should I do with you, kill you outright or give you a chance?” he asked you with a sinister smile. 

“Dying before I live through hell doesn't sound so bad,” you thought pessimistically. What was the point of going on living? Your mother had sold you, and you trusted that your sisters would marry before you, especially Yorozu, so you didn't have to worry about her. You no longer felt you had any value, but you were afraid of dying. That inexplicable, but useless fear left you frozen. Why did you want to keep breathing if you weren't going to live anyway? Your mind couldn't make up its mind. 

“I trust your decision, my king,” you replied in a sigh of surrender. 

Sukuna's smile disappeared, he did not expect that answer. I thought you would beg him for mercy for your life, but you had completely surrendered to him, leaving your fate in his hands. He smiled again, this time, satisfied. 

“Why?” he asked curiously. 

“Because you always have the last word.” 

“Interesting,” He answered before pulling you by the neck to bring you closer to his face. “You are someone special, aren't you?” Sukuna asked with eyes full of interest in you. He had found a gold nugget in a pile of shit. 

Your eyes slowly drifted to his. Have you heard correctly? Had he, an almighty king, called you special? You no longer knew if your heart was pounding from the flattery or being so close to the king. You were so close that you could decipher what he had for breakfast that morning, probably people. 

“Do you know how to cook and clean?” he asked quietly. You just nodded. “Well, you better not let me down,” he reluctantly let you go, making you stumble backwards. “Now get out of here with that old bitch so you get your uniforms,” he ordered with a harsh tone. 

“Thank you, my king. I will not disappoint you,” you thanked him with a weak smile as you bowed several times before retreating from his presence. 

Sukuna couldn't take his eyes off you. You ran to the shocked lady to help her out of the bloody room. She laid her head on her fist as she followed your anatomy. There was something about you that caught her attention. You were submissive, but you were not stupid. You were perceptive, but not rebellious. He liked what you had offered him so far, he just needed to do a little more observing. 

“Thank you very much, thank you, child, you saved my life!” The old woman cried once they left the room into a candle lit hallway. A small smile crept onto your face. You may not have saved the child, but you saved your new friend. “I am forever in debt with you.” 

“No need, ma'am,” you said so as not to make her feel guilty. 

“Mrs. Inoue,” she introduced herself in tears as she bowed politely, you did the same as you let her know your name. 

They both walked until they reached the end of the hallway where the few survivors were. An uncomfortable silence ruled the place. Mrs. Inoue and yourself sat down on a small bench to wait for instructions. Uraume and a group of servants carrying piles of clothes arrived not long after. Sukuna's right hand looked at everyone with disdain as the servants handed out the uniforms to the new servants who would be under her command. “So she survived…” they thought interested of you as you changed out of the old brown dress into the new uniform. 

You lifted the wet apron against the sunlight to check it for any unwanted stains. Your first anniversary as Sukuna's servant was a month away. You couldn't believe that you were about to complete one lap around the sun since you survived the harvest and received your maid's uniform. A long black dress with a contrasting white apron with black boots and a scarf in your hair to keep your hair off your forehead. You returned the apron to the sink to continue washing it by hand with soap and water. A small smile crept in as you realized you had survived the worst, you just hoped you had the same luck for the rest of your life. Now, you could rest for a very deserving week. 

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[watarfallar]

Desert Duo treats because it's a week until Christmas

Grian: I’m going to get so much done today. Scar: I’ll hold you to that. *8 hours later* Scar: So how much did you get done? Grian: One thing. Scar: Well, that’s one more than usual.

Scar: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in. Scar: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall. Scar: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

Scar: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend. Grian: Yeah? Scar: Bitch.

Grian: *Gives a bouquet to Scar* Scar: You know I'm allergic. Grian: That's the point.

Grian: Is this mistletoe? Scar: Uh, no, no, that is basil. Grian: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you. Scar: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Grian: What have I done wrong?! Scar: Everything. For your entire life.

Scar: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message. Grian: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

Scar: What is wrong with you? Grian: Many, many things… Grian: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Scar: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say! Grian: You should say something else.

Grian: My back hurts. Scar, walking into the room: Take the spine out.

Scar: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Scar: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Grian: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? Scar: Ominous positivity.

Grian: Scar, what did you just do!? Scar: I took your advice. I stopped running from the problem and I tackled it head on. Grian: I meant try emotional honesty, not murder!!

Scar: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Grian: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Scar: Detective! The man belonged to some kind of cult that worshipped a divine forest creature with antlers and that’s how he met his end. Grian: Dear God! Scar: Yeah! Exactly!

Grian: You've got to act tough, Scar! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you! Scar: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it. Scar, standing up on their stool and slamming their hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Grian: Fight me! Scar: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Scar: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Grian: Don’t preach to me about romance, Scar. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Scar: What’s sexting? Grian: I'm not having this conversation with you.

Grian: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you. Scar: Aww, thanks— Grian: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

Scar: What’s your greatest weakness? Grian: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Scar: Could you give an example? Grian: Yes, I could.

Scar: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Grian: AS ENEMIES?! Scar:

Scar: I desire moisture. Grian: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Scar: Babe, you're so funny! Grian: We have 1492 days until your tragic premature death. You will break my trust three times before that happens, but I forgive you. Scar: Awwww, that's sweet of you!

Grian: I didn’t want to do it, no one else wanted to do it, so I made Scar do it!

Scar: You got a date yet Grian? Grian: No… Scar: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Grian: Dammit, you ruin everything! Scar: You're welcome.

Scar: They called me the B-word. Grian: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

Scar, talking about Grian: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

[ihareyhis]

Spideys as incorrect quotes pt2

Hobie: *Kicks the door down*

Pavitr: What did you do?

Hobie: Nobody died.

Pavitr: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Miguel: What do you call disobeying the law?

The Squad: A hobby.

Miguel: *crosses their arms*

The Squad: That we do not engage in

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Pavitr: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?

Hobie: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

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Pavitr, pointing at Hobie: Are they a Freak (derogatory)?

Pavitr, pointing at Gwen: Or a Freak (affectionate)?

Miles: Why not both?

Pavitr, to Miles: You’re so right, Freak

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Pavitr: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Hobie: *crouches down*

Gwen: *kneels down*

Miles: *sits on the floor*

Pavitr: I hate you all

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Miles: How do Hobie and Pavitr usually get out of these messes?

Gwen: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

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Gwen: Hey Pavitr.

Pavitr: *punches Gwen in the stomach*

Gwen: What the fuck?

Pavitr: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

Gwen: What the fuck are you talking about?

Pavitr: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now.

Gwen: I'm not pregnant!

Pavitr: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes.

Gwen: I was never pregnant, Pavitr!

Pavitr: Are... you sure?

Gwen: Yes I'm fucking sure!

Hobie: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

Pavitr: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and—

Hobie: *punches Gwen in the stomach*

Gwen: AW, MOTHERFU–

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Gwen: Today at 7 am, Pavitr poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.

Hobie: I watched him brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm.

Miles: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me

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Miles: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Pavitr: Put spaghetti in it.

Miles: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Hobie: Put spaghetti in it.

Miles: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Gwen: Put spaghetti in it.

Miles: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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Pavitr: What’s up with Gwen? she’s been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Hobie: She’s just a little overwhelmed.

Pavitr: Why?

Hobie: Miles smiled at her.

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Hobie, Gwen & Miles: *screaming*

Pavitr: *runs into the room* Miles whats wrong?!

Hobie: Wait, why are you asking Miles that when Gwen and I are also here?

Pavitr: Because Miles wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

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Hobie: What’s your biggest fear?

Gwen: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Miles: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Pavitr: Zombies.

Gwen: ...

Miles: ...

Pavitr: BUT they can open doors.

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x reader - a few more minutes

Could you do fic for David Rossi with wife reader? She surprises him by visiting him at the office. With David going away on a case , it felt like there was not enough time for them. Just something fluff and romantic. Add something else if you want to. Tag me later!! Thanks!! :)) - @pear-1206 💜

Stepping out of the elevator, you made your way through the bullpen, past all the desks and up the stairs to the office you were looking for.

It wasn’t often you came by his work, but sometimes when he had been especially busy you wanted to come make the day a little easier.

You knocked on the door before gently pushing it open, a wide smile spreading across your lips as you saw him look up.

“Hey tesoro, why are you here?”

Rossi got up, meeting you halfway across the room to hug you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Smiling, you rested your head on his chest.

“Well, you’ve been so busy I wanted to make sure you were eating so, I brought food.”

You pulled away, holding out the bag for him to take and look inside.

“Oh darling, you are wonderful!”

Rossi beamed brightly, taking your face gently between his hands as he leant down to kiss you.

Smiling into the kiss, you placed your hands on his, leaning into him a little bit just before he managed to pulled away.

“You made me muffins?” He asked.

“Oh and bread! I was bored, and I wanted to try something new, and I thought maybe Penelope would like the fact it’s purple.”

“You made purple bread?” Rossi chuckled.

He turned his attention to the bag, taking out the muffins you made and set them on the table.

Then he took out some bread and it was in fact a pastel purple.

“It’s lavender bread! It doesn’t actually taste like lavender don’t worry, but it does slightly smell like it, it’s fully safe to eat.” He beamed.

He chuckled a little bit, smiling softly at you.

“You really are something else my dear.”

Rossi pulled his chair out, letting you sit down on it, and he sat in the desk, handing you a muffin.

You split it in half with him, handing him one half while you kept the other half to yourself.

“Is this how you’ve been keeping busy?”

You hummed a little bit, nodding your head.

“Yeah, the bakery is still under repairs.”

“Do you have a quote for the costs?”

“Yeah, kind of expensive but insurance will cover most of it, I can get a loan for the rest.”

“Absolutely not.”

You looked at your husband a little bit confused.

Rossi reached through his pockets, looking for his wallet and he finally found it, holding it out to you.

“You use this, and you cover whatever costs you need to for your bakery, do you understand? I don’t want to hear anything about you taking out a loan. What’s mine is yours, we agreed on this.”

You took his wallet, setting it down on his desk.

“Sweetheart I can’t do that.”

“You can and you will, I’ll have you know that no wife of mine will be taking out a loan with a bank when I have money I don’t even spend.”

Rossi held his hand out to you, and you placed your hand carefully in his, letting him bring it up so he could kiss your knuckles.

“I will cover everything so whatever you need you tell me.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

Rossi gave a short hum.

“I’m afraid not, this isn’t an option.”

You laughed a little bit and stood up, placing your forehead on his.

“I love you…”

“I love you too.”

There was a knock on the door and you pulled away, both of you turning to see who it was and you watched as JJ poked her head around the corner.

“(Y/N), hey!”

JJ walked over, hugging you before pulling away.

“I’m sorry Rossi but we’ve got a case.”

He nodded his head, walking over and he placed a hand on your shoulder, walking around you.

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)…”

“Hey, it’s alright. I understand, go, I’ll take this to Penelope after.”

He smiled, leaning forward to meet you for a quick kiss.

“I’ll still be around before you leave.”

“I’ll find you.”

He gave you a quick kiss, kissing your forehead, and he pulled away, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Dave now go before you’re late.”

He chuckled and nodded, leaving his office and you sat down on his chair again while you waited for him to come back even if it was for a few moments

[b0g-b0y]

Part2 requested

Simon ghost x m reader shadow company

Been sitting on this one because I didn’t like it.

As days go by and refusing to see Simon daily. It was time that Y/n could check out of the hospital but the Doctor would have preferred him to stay longer , y/n couldn’t stand the white room he couldn’t stand to hear the crows in the garden he felt as if they were laughing at his expense. He felt bitter. Y/n held his bag tightly as he walked out of the hospital. “ You shouldn’t be out yet.” A gruff voice spoke. Y/ns hand twitched. “ Out of all the people in the world I don’t want to see you the most.” Y/n spat out. “ You don’t mean that love. You said you loved me more, I know I’m in your heart still can’t push me out that fast. I know you Y/n did you forget?” Simon chuckled softly. “Piss off. Simon I don’t want to see you, you buried whatever we had that’s on you! Not me I gave you loyalty and for what, to be put down like a damn dog you didn’t want anymore you put the dog to sleep, don’t lie to me I’m just a pet you couldn’t keep. I’m not stupid Simon.” Y/n spoke.

Simon's dark brown eyes looked at the small man in front of him. Y/n was right, hell he always was. “ I can’t prove to you anything… but I’m your ride back to base.” Simon spoke. “ Absolutely not, I’ll walk!” Y/n grumbled out. This caused Simon to let out a laugh, a real laugh, something that isn’t often heard; it felt like music to Y/n's ears. “ You’re as stubborn as the day I met you mate. You're not walking 30 miles.” Simon said with warmth in his eyes. You hated how Simon was right, you couldn’t walk that. “ I’m driving.” Y/n finally spoke. “ No.” Replied Simon. “ You are the worst driver in the world Mr Reily there is no way I’m letting you drive!” Y/n argued back. “ Too bad, I got your Dr notes and I got orders to drive and Graves said not to let you drive “ Simon smirked through his mask. “ I hate you.” Y/n grumbled out.

The car ride was silent. Y/n wanted to be mad at Simon for everything he did, but every petty argument brought a little bit of warmth into his heart. It wasn’t even five minutes into the drive before Simon spoke.” You almost hit a buck once. You're supposed to hit it, not swerve out of the way.” Y/n was baffled that Simon remembered that, how did he remember something from one of their first assignments together. “ At least I know how to drive!” Y/n shot back. Simon rolled his eyes, but he knew he was getting back into Y/n's heart and the anger phase had ended. Unfortunately he was left with the sassy phase.

The car pulled into a small clearing that was almost a park. “ Why did we stop?” Y/n asked. “ Come on.” Simon spoke as he grabbed a bag. With curiosity Y/n followed. There was a large pond with ducks. Simon pulled out a loaf of bread and offered Y/n some as he started to throw small bits of bread at the birds. Y/n let out a huff Simon knew he loved animals it was his biggest weakness. They sat in silence as the birds quacked and raced to get to the bread. “ You're not a dog.” Simon spoke.” No shit.” Y/n replied. Simon let out a sigh “I meant that, you’re not a dog you’re not Graves damn dog… When Graves gave the order to hunt 141 down you let me go, you’re a good man. You should have killed me.” Simon said softly. “ I can’t kill you… I can’t hate you no matter how much I should. I hate that I love you.” Y/n spoke as he finished feeding the ducks. “ I know. And I might love you back.” Simon said as he put the now empty bag of bread in his pocket.

They were in the car again. It would be an hour drive.” I promise you won’t die alone, that’s a promise I won’t break. Let’s start over not as lovers or someone to warm a bed but like we used to be.” Simon said. “ like how I wouldn’t stop talking about every useless fact I knew and bother the hell out of until you were annoyed enough to talk back?” Y/n spoke. Simon chuckled.” No, let's go back to before we slept together. Let's start fresh we’re we would lay down and talk about things we wanted to do.” Simon said as he looked at the road.” Like when I told you I wanted to garden? You know it never grew. Was away too much to tend to it.” Y/n confessed. “ Yeah I remember you telling me how you used to garden as a young lad.” Simon spoke.

They sat in comfortable silence for the drive back and Y/n had somewhat forgiven the Brit. Y/ns e/c started to close all the bumps in the road and the long drive had eased him into a sleep. He was going home.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 4/6

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born.  (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

You were married to Ruben.

Six months had gone by and following those six months your life was now unrecognizable. After a business like wedding with only one witness present, you were now Mrs Dias, swept into a life of luxurious parties and unwanted media attention, all whilst carrying your first child.

"You're gonna catch a cold."

"It's what I'm hoping for."

Ruben found you on the roof top balcony, hiding from your duties. Elena, the director of your life, would want you inside, shaking people's hands, talking about how excited you and Ruben were to bring new life into this world.

"Y/N, please come inside."

Ruben was better than you at playing along. He didn't mind lying to his friends, lying about how you two met and "decided" to keep your relationship private from the world. They all ate it up, even Ruben's family.

"I wanna go back to the hotel." You said, wrapping your arms around yourself to mend the nights cold. Ruben sighed, but took it upon himself to remove his tuxedo jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "We will, in time. The auction isn't over yet."

"And all the ice cream you can eat." Ruben smiled, grabbing your hand as he led you back inside. He kept his promise, of course. During your time living together you had come to learn that Ruben was no liar, even when the truth hurt sometimes.

It was a charity event in London, the money going to a good cause. However you had no idea why rich people had the need to dress up in expensive items costing more money than what they were actually donating.

"Do you promise to buy me Shawarma when we do leave?" You asked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes.

"Wait for me while I get the car." He said, leaving you and Elena sitting on the top of a set of concrete steps, enjoying your Shawarmas.

"He really cares about you." Elena said, unprovoked. "My job would be much more difficult if he didn't."

"Thanks." You mumbled, too busy enjoying your declicious food. The growth of your belly also followed the growth of your appetite, something that caused you to gain a bit of extra pregnancy weight.

"Ruben told me to make sure that you get a nice settlement once the two of you divorce."

You snorted. "How nice of him."

The two of you were literally playing house, getting married only to divorce a minimum of two years after the baby was born. If it wasn't for the security your life with Ruben offered, you would have never agreed to go through with any of it. I mean, you were literally playing with your own life, all because Ruben had a precious image of himself to preserve.

"That's us."

Elena stood, seeing Ruben's Mercedes coming your way. You made the effort to stand up as well, but lost your footing as the weight of your belly tampered with your balance.

"Dear god!" Elena gasped, as you came flying behind her, taking a tumble down the concrete steps.

"My Shawarma." You groaned.

"Y/N!"

Ruben was out of the car and rushing to your side before Elena had managed to. "Fuck, are you okay?" He didn't touch you,  afraid to do more damage as you stood on all fours, a hand wrapped around your belly.

"Y/N, please tell me you're okay?"

"I wasn't finished." You cried, a sad sight seeing the neatly wrapped bread now splatter on the ground before you.

"She needs to got to the hospital Ruben." Elena heels clicked as she descended the steps, reaching the bottom of them. "Now!"

"I'm fine." You reassured, but struggled to get up from the ground by yourself. Ruben's strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up with one swoop.

"At least let someone check her out." Elena suggested.

"I promise, I'm all good." You said, trying to laugh it off.

It was as busy as any emergency in a big city. People from everywhere came with broken limbs and bleeding wounds to tend. For this you felt guilty that Ruben managed to convince a doctor to prioritize you. "Well, you seem fine to me Mrs Dias." The doctor stepped away from the stool on which you sat, removing his rubber gloves to make a few notes on his computer. "Has there been any unusual activity since your fall, like the baby moving around more than usual?"

"No." Ruben said, determined. "I'll take you to the emergency room." It was the urgency in his voice and the way his hands trembled as he still held to support you. "Okay." You nodded, agreeing to let Ruben take you to the nearest emergency room.

You bit your lip, pondering his question.  "Um, no. I don't think so. It doesn't really do that."

The doctor turned back from his computer, a deep frown on his face as he looked at you. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"The baby." You shrugged. "It doesn't move around. Or at least I haven't felt it kick yet."

The doctor turned to Ruben, the two of them sharing the same terrified gaze.

"What?" You frowned.

The doctor stood, retrieving another pair of gloves as well as calling for a nurse to assist him.

"What's going on?" You asked, uncertainty in your voice.

"Mrs Dias, it says you're six months pregnant."

"Yes, and?"

The doctor and his nurse worked together to rearrange his office, bringing in a monitor that looked like a tv screen on wheels. "Prepare for an emergency ultrasound. Patient is six months pregnant but has failed to notice any signs of life from the fetus."

"Doctor please, tell me what's going on. Is my baby going to be alright?" Things were moving fast, as well as your heart rate. You knew that things were serious when the nurse started attaching clips to your finger tips, setting up a graphic to show your pulse. Whilst all of this was going on the doctor had you lay on a medical table, pulling up your shirt as to expose your belly. "This might feel cold." He said, the only warning before rubbing a cooling gel across your stomach.

"Ruben." You flinched, practically panicking now.

"Hey, I'm here." He said, grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it to reassure you.

Your eyes traveled to the ceiling, the blinding lights causing tears to slid down the side of your face. You gasped as pressure was applied to your stomach, the doctor moving around with his tools. However, you were to afraid to look and confirm this.

"Ultrasound begins." The doctor said, speaking to his nurse. "We have a visual of the fetus...Everything looks fine. Let's move on to localizing the heartbeat..."

You tilted your head as Ruben grip around your hand tightened. He looked focus, brows furrowed as his eyes were fixated on the little TV screen. The suspens was killing you. What if something was wrong with your....

"Hearbeat located." The doctor said,  followed by a collective sigh from both Ruben and the nurse. You, however was still trembling all over.

"Congratulations Mrs Dias, you and your husband await a beautiful baby girl."

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You returned to the hotel room around midnight. Ruben was still on the phone with Elena as you went to wash up. Only when you were halfway asleep did you feel a dip in the bed that you shared.

"Ruben?"

He krept closer, doing something that the two of you had never done before. "I'm here." He said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Why are you shaking?" Your eyes flung open, turning around in order to face him. Your heart sank once you saw the exhaustion in his face, the remaining terror in his eyes. "Ruben?" Your hands went to caress his cheek, but he jerked away, not wanting to be consoled.

"Ruben?"

He sat up and you followed.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, burring his face in his hands as if he suddenly suffered a severe headache.

"Ruben, please. You're scaring me." You scooted closer,  desperate to be near him, to touch him. However he jerked away once more, refusing to be touched. It broke your heart, seeing him this way.

"I thought I...." He mumbled. "I thought I lost..."

"Oh Ruben, the baby is okay. Everything is gonna be okay." You didn't care if he refused to be touched, you couldn't take it, leaping forwards to pull him close. However Ruben caught you in motion, grabbing your hands just as you were about to touch him. The room was dark but Ruben eyes were visible in the moonlight. They were shimmering,  shimmering with his tears. He pressed his lips together, uttering the words through gritted teeth. "No Y/N, I could have lost you." Your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on him and only him. He surrendered, lowering your hands so that they rested on each side of his face. "I could have lost you." He whispered, shifting his head a little so that your hand covered a part of his mouth, his lips soft beneath the palm of your hands. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you Y/N."

"You won't lose me Ruben. Not me or the baby."

"Fuck."

He looked up, eyes wide. The palm of your hand still covered his mouth, however his intentions were not to speak. He kissed it, the center of your hand, moving on to kiss the back of it, tracing the kisses all the way up towards your forearms, railing you in. You gasped once he had you pressed flush, against him, his head buried in the crease of your neck. He inhaled your scent,  preserving it in his memory. "Ruben." You groaned. The heat of the moment capturing you too. You knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted this. "I want you Ruben." The words were whispered against the smooth skin below his ear. Ruben responded with a low grunt made deep down in his throat. And then his hand slipped between the sheets in search for an opening.

Your back arched, to the sensation of him, Ruben's fingers, making their way down your damped panties.

"Say you want me Y/N." He huffed. "Say you want me forever."

"I want you Ruben, forever."

It was all that needed to be said. No further words were spoken as the movments between you synchronized into something fluid, a liquid of some sort. A liquid of love. Yes, it was the only to describe it. The two of you were in love.

[issacballsac]

“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 42: Bottom of the Stairs

TW

None, but this chapter is just a little sad.

AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END, PLEASE READ.

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She hadn’t left his room in four days. 

Jeonghan had been sleeping in Seokmin’s room each night with the younger man, tossing and turning for hours until he succumbed to slumber reluctantly. Before she had settled in, he moved a bunch of his belongings out to make room for her things Sona brought from Mouse’s apartment. He made his bed with all the blankets Mouse loved in the house at the expense of everyone else's lack of comfy blankets. 

When she was cleared later that first day she woke up to leave the ATZ clinic, Mouse rode home with Sona, curled up pitifully in the backseat to get some things from her place. Everyone shared their complaints but when she flinched away from Jongho and Sona when they moved around her and how she scratched anxiously around the collar of her shirt, Cheol shut them up. They got back before the two women did and busied themselves with any task they could find. 

The house, much to no one's surprise, was a mess, none of them could deny it. None of them had the energy to even care about it until now. Clothes, dishes, and general clutter had been piling up since Christmas, but this was another level of mess. Mingyu, usually the top of their cleaning crew, had spiraled into a cycle of cooking and keeping himself busy in every other way and didn’t have the mental capacity to handle anything else on his metaphoric plate. 

By the time Mouse was home, the dishes were scrubbed and put in the dishwasher, all the floors were sweeped, vacuumed, and mopped, and there were two loads of laundry going. It wasn’t spotless, but it was a lot better than the Frat House vibes it was giving previously. 

Mouse was barely in their presences before she retreated, visibly uncomfortable. Sona had given them some information from Seonghwa, that he’d be over as soon as he could with the heart monitor and to check up on her. Joshua had asked how she was back at her apartment and Sona simply shook her head, a general heartbreak washing over the group. Sona said to give her space, to let Mouse come to them and take things slow. She brought her bags into the room before leaving, telling them to call if she needed anything from her place. 

But Jeonghan was clawing at the fucking walls . 

There were times he’d pace the hallway outside his room, or just sit on the floor, staring at the door, hoping she’d come out at any point. 

He had been switching off with Joshua to bring her meals, medicine, anything. Whenever they’d go in, she’d be curled up under all the blankets, silent and in the dark. He hadn’t stopped himself from crying the first few times, other times he’d whisper small words of affirmation and affection as he placed the tray down and quickly left. Some meals she’d fully eat while others she’d barely touch. He had asked Minghao to make a second cup of tea whenever he made some for himself to give to her, knowing she loved those mugs of tea. It was one of the only things she’d regularly finish.

“Can you please chill?” Cheol had been more irritated than ever since she woke up and came home, but he couldn’t be blamed. 

Jeonghan sank lower into the couch, legs bouncing and biting his nails. “I’m going to lose my shit, dude.” 

“I can feel your nervous energy from here. Smoke with Vernon or something.” Looking over the couch, Jeonghan watched as Cheol popped some bread in the toaster for breakfast. 

Only a few of them had gone back to some ‘work’. Seokmin, though hating every moment and planning to leave, was in the city all day for the cover job and back every night in case Mouse woke up. Mingyu and Minghao had taken to cooking lunch meals that were easy to heat up for Mouse. The last three nights Seokmin brough food from the city for dinner, many times it was a favorite place of Mouse which no one minded. Wonwoo had holed himself up in Pandora or went to the city to find any answers if it was actually MX since Mouse hasn’t spoken to them. He had been searching for proof, anything, but nothing was found. 

The youngest three were a… bit all over the place. Seungkwan was taking on more work than he needed to, working himself to the bone. Vernon…when he wasn’t with Wonwoo or handling stuff for Pledis Shipping, was smoking a lot, more than usual. The only one they weren’t too worried about was Chan. He had been coping with exercise, asking Jihoon to go out back to the gym with him to train. Jihoon was making sure he wasn’t overdoing it. 

A knock at the door had both him and the leader tensing. It wasn’t often they got someone waltzing up to their door and knocking. Sona had the simple pass to walk into their home at this point, both a friend and a worker that they trust fully. 

Seungcheol looked to Jeonghan before the sound of a second round of knocking came. 

“I know some of you are home, King !” Rheia’s voice had both of them bulking in confusion. “Open the door.” 

Jeonghan stood quickly from the couch, fixing his clothes and hair on the way to open the door for the older woman. She was bundled up for the early January cold, a large, insulated bag in hand, and two guards standing by her car before she waved them off and they sat inside the vehicle. 

“Uh-” Jeonghan bowed his head and stepped aside, letting her in from the cold. “Hi?” 

“It’s freezing out there!” She shivered, pushing her hood back and smiling at him then Seungcheol. “Now, where can I cook for her?” 

“Can I know how you got our address?” Cheol scoffed, nodding his head towards the counter before him. 

Jeonghan quickly offered to take her coat, which she thanked him for, and shook her head, walking over. “I know just about everything, dear. I’ve known for a while about this place, actually. Same with just about every group in the general area. I would have come sooner but I wasn’t in the country and my flight got grounded because of a hurricane!” 

Joshua sleepily shuffled into the living room, hair wild and clothes rumpled, face planting into the couch cushions. His head almost instantly shot up, eyes wide and full of confusion but Rheia only waved him off. 

“Don’t mind me, I’m here for my girl.” She hummed, unpacking what looked like the makings of chicken soup. “How’s she been?” 

“She hasn’t left bed in four days since coming home.” Jeonghan admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. “But she is eating some. Not sure how she is sleeping. She flinched if she got close, and can’t touch her either.”

Rheia sighed, asking Seungcheol for a pot that he got for her. “I’ll see if I can talk to her.” 

“Anything will help at this point.” 

She worked quickly and efficiently on her cooking, willing to share some since she made more than enough, before asking which room Mouse was residing in. Jeonghan led her to his room, seeing the determined look on the woman’s face. He was praying something she said could help Mouse, even if it got her to leave the room for a few minutes. 

Rheia pushed the door open, flicking on all the lights and kicked the door shut behind her. He could hear Mouse groan, complaining weakly that it was too bright. His heart broke silently in his chest. 

“My old eyes can’t see in this hovel!” Rheia’s voice was heard behind the door, but after Jeonghan didn’t hear much and despite his want to listen in, he gave them privacy. 

He made his way back to the living room, sitting at Joshua’s side now that he was sitting up, legs tucked to his chest. Seungcheol joined on his other side, leaning his head back against the couch and sighing loudly. There was a distant sound of a door opening and closing, and the slow shuffling of feet on the floor before Jihoon waddled in. 

“Don’t you people have jobs to do?”His groggy voice had Jeonghan rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t you?” 

“Hey, whao, watch the attitude,” Jihoon snorted through his nose and snickered, falling onto the loveseat to get comfortable. “I go in at eight tonight and I’ll be back late. Yesterday Mingyu, Seungkwan and I worked out a shift schedule so one of us is going to be home in case anything happens.” 

“How long do you think Rheia will be in there?” Joshua asked, processing the situation fully now. 

Jihoon made a sound of confusion. “Is that who I heard?” 

“Yeah, she showed up.” Seungcheol rubbing his temples. “I hope it isn’t long.” 

And they waited two. Fucking. Hours. 

Vernon and Seungkwan had woken up, made some breakfast before joining the four on the couches. They were filled in when they asked about the pot of soup on the stove, taking in the nervous silence after. No one dared to say a word, uncomfortable and unsure of what would come from Rheia’s impromptu visit. 

Then, like the sun broke through the clouds, Rheia stepped out and entered back into the living room, bowl empty and a small, sad smile on her lips. She placed the bowl in the sink and joined them, sighing quietly. That…wasn’t a good sign. 

“So?” Jihoon broke the shell of silence, dropping his phone into his lap. 

The older woman took a seat beside Jihoon, patting his knee before brushing her hair back. “While she wouldn’t tell me who did this…she did tell me everything they did. She cried a decent amount. I don’t even know where to begin with the information I just heard, however she asked me not to tell a soul until she was ready to say things herself. She might come out, she might not. She needs time.” 

“Do you-” 

“I think it would be beneficial for Mouse to speak to a therapist.” She cut Seungkwan off, straightening her back. “Not…right away, she isn’t ready to even leave the house, but I believe it can help when she can get that far. I have someone in mind, she is a wonderful practitioner and she is a private practice that worked with my girls before. I’ll get a number. Maybe a phone call to start with Mouse, but we can’t force her.” 

Jeonghan groaned, sinking in his spot. 

There wasn’t anything they could do besides wait and he wasn’t enjoying the thought of that option. Patience wasn’t his strong suit, he knew that, everyone knew that… No one looked happy with the information but they were shit out of luck for the time being.” 

“I need to get going, you can finish the soup, however all of you can call me if something happens, if she needs help, or if you need help.” Rheia hummed, standing up. “Things might get worse, harder, before they get better. Keep your chin up for each other and her, boys.”

“No one can help you first, sweetie.” Rheia gave you a gentle smile. “You need to take the first step to help yourself, Y/N.” 

You hated to admit how right she was before she left the room, leaving you in your hovel of safety and protection. No one could hurt you here, it was the main reason you wanted to be here and not in the city. The only person that could hurt you here was yourself.

You also didn't mean to spill your guts to her. Once you got started, it was word vomit that didn’t stop until you were crying, close to a panic attack. She tried to ask who hurt you, nearly begged, but each time you tried to remember their faces and names, you spiraled and forgot how to breathe properly. You could scream the names in your head but no amount of will let you voice it. 

Though you could see Rheia wanted to hold you, she stayed in the desk chair Jeonghan had in his room, a comfortable distance away. You did a lot of crying, babbling that you were struggling but you were terrified of everything. Looking in the mirror was hard when changing bandages over your chest, having spent a few times curled beside the toilet at the sight of yourself. 

Sleep felt useless, it wasn’t restful when you did manage to get any. Nightmares continued to wake you up in a violent, shaking cold sweat, needing to take time to calm down and catch your breath. Almost every single time, you were unable to fall back to sleep. You’d hear something in the middle of the night that ripped you from sleep and you would be too paranoid to even close your eyes. However, you didn’t always want to stay in Jeonghan’s room. 

The previous night you heard Wonwoo leave Pandora and retreat into his room for some much needed sleep. When no one else stirred in the house, you left your sanctuary and escaped to the confines of Pandora to play some games, and you cleaned up after yourself before hiding once more. 

You’ve been hearing the guys talk as well, it wasn’t difficult to. They were constantly worried. You knew Jeonghan and Joshua had spent plenty of time sitting at the door, talking aimlessly to keep themselves busy or sane. Sometimes you’d hear Seokmin talking to the door as if it was you, telling stories to pass the time. 

Rheia told you that it would take time, but locking yourself in wouldn’t help with getting better. Baby steps were her suggestion first, maybe just leave the room for longer periods of time, spending some time with the guys at least in the same room, or cooking to keep yourself busy. 

Again, you hated that she was right. 

Standing up from bed, you shuffled your way into the closet to grab a change of clothes; your leggings, Jeonghan’s oversized t-shirt, and one of Joshua’s sweatshirts you stole. While you were clean, you weren’t really clean. Seonghwa gave you the okay to shower, even giving you a type of bandage to prevent the brand from getting wet, but you didn't have any energy besides a thorough wipe down and changing clothes/bandages. You needed a long overdue everything shower, since baths were way out of the option, and to clean the room a little bit. 

It took you twenty minutes of sitting, wrapped in a towel, staring at the water coming out of the shower head to run your hand under the stream. You couldn’t help the flashes of you locked in the metal box as it filled with water, seeing the glass doors and walks encasing the shower. The further you got into the water, the more you had to step out to stop the racing of your heart and breath. You made sure the water was scolding hot, which helped, but it was still sickening, drenching yourself in water. 

Despite the time it took (when did over an hour pass?), you were just happy you got clean and felt more refreshed. You changed the bandages on your chest, stopping yourself from scratching at the irritated skin around it. It was a worse feeling than the brand itself.

Next on your (somewhat) list was to clean up Jeonghan’s room. In the darkness, you’ve haphazardly tossed dirty clothes, sweat drenched blankets, and things from your suitcase laid about. You made piles of things desperately needing a wash (which…you might pawn off onto one of the guys), and clean, taking it upon yourself to hang clothes in your boyfriend’s closet. He would be over the moon – probably – when he finds out (who were you kidding? He’d be so happy).

“What if we just have Min pick up burgers for dinner?” You heard Jihoon as he called down the hall, passing the door. Someone responded but it was muffled. “Okay well no one else wants to cook!” 

You didn’t like that, frowning at his words. There had been a larger amount of fast food for dinner, but lunch was always something homemade from what you could tell. Were they not taking care of themselves because of you? Your frown grew wider. 

“We need to stop eating out as much…” Cheol passed the door as well, huffing. 

“Oh, are you going to cook?” Jihoon laughed. “I don’t want food poisoning again. No, thanks.” 

Their presence right outside, shuffling about, had you taking a step back and sitting on the bed, sighing quietly. 

Face your uncomfortability. Telling yourself that was easier said than done. You can do it!  

You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, it made you nauseous and dizzy. Staring at the door, your nails dug into your palms, sucking in a slow, deep breath. Nodding, you stood and walked towards the door, only to chicken out when your hand reached for the knob. You were getting the anxious itches, wishing to claw your skin off and start anew. 

Then you paced…and paced…and paced…and sat back down, defeated and unhappy with yourself. 

Wait, you fucking idiot! Light bulb moment. 

Looking around, you found your phone in the pile of blankets. One of them had given it to you when bringing food, saying to text them if you needed anything. It had been on do not disturb and you were anxiously ignoring the hundreds of messages between group chats and solo chats, asking how you were doing. 

You scolded and scrolled until you found Jihoon’s contact name in your phone. 

[To Cat Boi 4 12:44 PM]  If you get burgers…can I have cheese fries? 

Waiting for his reply, your leg bounced and you continued to hear quiet conversation in the living room. Someone walked back passed the room, maybe Cheol by the footsteps, then a faster, hurried set of steps followed, probably Jihoon. 

[Cat Boi 4 12:51 PM]  Only if you accept an ultimatum Oh, this fucker… You replied quickly.  [To Cat Boi 4 12:52 PM]  Depends… [Cat Boi 4 12:53 PM]  You need to come get it yourself when it gets here.

You clenched your jaw. This sneaky bastard, you knew that was going to be it but it was a decent push you needed. It would be your starting point, albeit one you would stress over, but a start! 

[To Cat Boi 4 12:59 PM]  Add a milkshake and it’s a deal.

You could hear Jihoon laugh and Seungkwan asked what was so funny. 

[Cat Boi 4 1:01 PM]  Deal. Thanks for doing business.  I’ll text you when it's here so I’m holding you to it.

You sent him a middle finger emoji and a melting face emoji.

[To Cat Boi 4 1:03 PM] I hate you So much  [Cat Boi 4 1:01 PM] Wrong, what do you want for lunch? [To Cat Boi 4 1:03 PM] Not hungry. I’ll eat later

Tossing your phone aside, you laid back and groaned, staring helplessly at the ceiling. 

You had a few hours to mentally prepare to go out there. The thought had nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach. However, you were determined to do it, determined to take a good first, small step forward. Though…there was most likely no want you’d be able to sit with them at the table. They’d be too close and a good chance they’d be too loud, which was a hard pass. Maybe sitting on the couch and eating was a good idea.

You’ll figure it out, you typically do.

[Cat Boi 4 7:19 PM] It’s here

You could hear the commotion of meal time in the house. Seokmin, though not as enthusiastic as he usually was, announced he was home with food, sending the rest into a frenzy.  You heard the clatter of plates and the low murmur of conversation. It seemed Jihoon had texted you after they settled, but they were still talking. This was one of the dinners where you heard all of them together.

Did you believe you were prepared enough to face them? Maybe. You spent hours mentally preparing for it. You rehearsed a million answers to different questions they might ask, thought of a few escape answers, and told yourself it was okay to be overwhelmed and leave the room.

Standing at the door, you placed your hand on the doorknob, swallowing down your nerves for a moment. 

You got this. You repeated a few times, staring at the handle blankly. 

Quietly, you opened it and peeked into the hallway, sucking in a deep breath. Fixing Joshua’s sweatshirt, you gripped the cuffs of it and slowly made your way down the hall. 

“Do you think she will actually come out?” Chan’s voice broke the moment of silence.

Jihoon sighed. “I’m hoping. The ultimatum was more of a joke but I have some faith she will.” 

“I love you guys, but I miss Mouse.” Mingyu huffed and it sounded like he grumbled around some food. 

“We can’t pressure her,” Seungcheol spoke next and you stopped, placing yourself against the wall. “While we don’t know the full extent of everything currently, she is hurting, recovering, and trying to make sense of the trauma. We know the process, we’ve gone through it a few different times, but everyone copes differently. Mouse could still be refiguring out what being safe is. It might have only been a few days for her with who hurt her, but it could feel like a thousand.” 

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you leaned your head back against the wall. It came out shaky and strained, an uneasy feeling bubbling in your chest. 

Don’t let this stop you. You scolded yourself, biting your bottom lip. It’s already one stop forward and two steps back, but you need to take at least one stop to start.

“Should I put her milkshake in the freezer-?” Vernon looked over at it as you entered the area. 

“No-” Your voice was rough, hesitant, and all of their gazes set on you instantly. Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes. “I got it.” 

Flicking your eyes up, you met a few of their stares, half rooted in place. You knew the bruising on your face was still a little yellowish from Nightmare hitting you. The handprint bruising on your neck from Joker’s strangulation was in a similar stage of healing. You didn’t look good, but it wasn’t as rough as when they first saw you for sure. In their eyes, you might be viewed as even more broken and bruised, small, and in need of care.

You watched as Cheol quickly grabbed Jeonghan and Joshua by the back of their shirts, stopping them from moving. Both your boyfriends looked just about ready to jump up and pounce on you. They looked relieved and eyes weren’t as dull, but the way they held themselves back showed they knew you were struggling. 

“Do you need-” Jeonghan stared wide eyed and you shook your head. 

“No, I got it.” You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to turn back. “Just continue eating, please.” 

You took the long way into the kitchen to avoid getting too close, stopping at the kitchen island where your food rested. They were still staring and you ignored them to the best of your abilities as you grabbed a plate, piling your burger and fries on to it. Looking over to the table, you see your usual seat with a plate and napkin set, vacant and looming. Even the thought of sitting there was numbing. 

You made eye contact with Jeonghan, looking so hopefully, a spark of joy in his eyes. Joshua looked similar, a small, timid smile on his lips. Really, all of them held an expression of pride, which had your stomach doing somersaults. 

“Do you want to sit there?” Minghao broke the silence and the flash of panic that crossed your face was enough for him to give you a somber smile.

“I don’t think I can…and I think I’d like to keep my dinner down instead of having a panic attack.” That came out a lot harsher than you wanted and your heart started to beat faster. “Wait- No, I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay.” Seungcheol spoke softly and your heart broke a little, “Do you want your chair at least?” 

Picking up your plate and drink, you shook your head and went to the couch, curling up in a corner and eating quietly. 

“Alright, back to the original conversation I wanted,” Soonyoung spoke up and a wave of groans were heard behind you. “Which Disney Princess do you think should have been gay?”

Joshua sighed. “Mulan.” 

“That is such a basic bitch answer.” Soonyoung scoffed. “Give me something better.”

Vernon laughed, wheezing some as he did. “My answer is Sleeping Beauty or Merida.” 

“Thank you, Vernon.” 

You couldn’t stop the little chuckle that came out. 

Mingyu snickered. “Ariel shouldn’t have ended up with Eric. He was too…Bland.” 

“Violet from The Incredibles should have also been gay.” The low rumble of Wonwoo’s voice made you scoff. 

Soonyoung groaned. “I said Disney, not Pixar.”

“Nah, let him cook. Pixar is basically Disney at this point, right? He isn’t wrong either.” 

“And Elastigirl should have left what’s-his-face for the not-so-mean lesbian in the second movie.” 

You flinched at the uproar from Mingyu, Soonyoung, and – most surprising – Jun. They argued over more princesses and movie characters, but despite the flinching a few times one and a while from when they got loud, it was okay. It was a decent change to eating with people rather than in the dark in a bedroom alone, even if you weren’t sitting with them. 

Placing your plate aside when finished, you curled up more with your mostly finished milkshake and noticed your eyes getting heavy. Taking a deep breath in, it felt nice to be tired. You only wondered if you’d be able to get some proper rest. 

“Mouse, you could hand me your plate or I can grab it, whichever you are more comfortable with.” Joshua could be heard behind you, maybe a few feet away, but thankfully made himself known before approaching. 

Peering over the back of the couch sleepily, you grabbed the plate and handed it over, half hidden behind the couch. When he took it quietly and stepped away, you stood and shuffled to the loveseat to watch them move about quietly. They all worked quietly to clean up, keeping their voices low. Sometimes they’d look over to you and look away with haste when you met their gaze. 

You tugged a blanket over the back of the seat and wrapped yourself up, falling comfortably into your side. Your eyes continued to grow heavy, your breathing evening out, and you quickly drifted into much needed sleep.

“That can not be comfortable.” Chan frowned, staring over at Mouse.

Seungcheol puffed out some air, giving a small shake of his head. “Definitely not, but she is asleep. Who knows the last time she got proper sleep.” 

Mouse, as of current, was curled up and contorted in a rather…interesting sleeping position. He had watched her go from curled up under the blanket to one leg off the love seat, hanging oddly, her neck craned weird, and both arms curled up where she would definitely be sore tomorrow. The blanket was half on the floor and no one was stupid enough to get close and fix it. 

“She’s been asleep for at least an hour, we should properly wake her up.” Joshua hummed, pouting over at her. 

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Wonwoo snorted, raising his brow and lowering his phone. “She can sleep like a rock when she wants or needs to.”

“Do you think she will wake up if I scream?” Mingyu  asked. 

“Do not. I’ll beat your ass.” Cheol rolled his eyes. “I don’t want a headache.” 

“Touching her is out of the question.” Jeonghan frowned at his girlfriend’s sleeping form, huffing quietly. 

Sighing, Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why wake her up? Just let her sleep whenever she gets comfortable.” 

“She should be sleeping in a bed-” Jeonghan went to argue, only to back down when Seungcheol glared at him. 

“Don’t wake her up. Don’t bother her. And do not touch her, any of you.” His eyes shifted around to those in the room. “And if you do, and cause her any further discomfort, I’ll have you on clean up duty for a long time.” 

Most averted his gaze after, knowing clean up was the worst punishment if Cheol had a say in it. Last time someone didn’t listen – Soonyoung – he was told to personally clean up drug dens, body fluids, and more, until the leader was satisfied. There were plenty of different clean up jobs Cheol could place them on if he pleased, much worse than then the drug dens. 

“So if it’s an accident…” Mingyu started and Wonwoo hit him in the arm. 

“Shut up.”

“It’s a valid question!” 

“Don’t dig yourself a hole, ‘Gyu.” Minghao stopped him, shaking his head. “You won’t win any argument here.’ 

The tall man puffed, crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling about how no one was standing up with him. 

“Yet you keep talking.” Seokmin smirked, stepping back into the living room after leaving for a while. “Cheol, can we talk?” 

Raising a brow, he nodded and stood, looking to the rest. “Don’t bother her.” 

Someone repeated him with annoyance in his tone (it was Jeonghan, he knew it), but ignored him to trail down the hall to his office, kicking the door open for Seokmin and plopped down on one of the couches. There was a concerned frown on Seokmin’s face as he sat opposite of Seungcheol, a look not often seen on the other man’s face. 

“What’s up?” 

Seokmin stared down at his lap then sighed, leaning back. “I’m…going to put in my notice to work on Monday.” 

“Okay,” Cheol nodded his head. “Can I know why we are moving it up?”

“I can’t keep faking it anymore.” Seokmin pushed his hair back and slumped his shoulders. “Every other hour I’m getting question after question about Mouse or why she is gone. Because it’s an indefinite leave, there are now a lot of rumors in the office too. It’s starting to eat away at me more and I can’t stay any longer for my own sanity. We should probably look into a notice for her too. If Mouse went back, I don’t think she’ll be able to handle the rumors and hounding. She can get another-” 

“Sounds fair.” Cheol knew it wouldn’t last forever with the double life, but he was surprised it lasted as long as it did. “Monday, you put in the notice to leave and I’ll try – or someone will try – to talk to Mouse about this too.” 

The relief that washed over Seokmin was instant, his shoulders relaxed and a murmured work of gratitude slipped out.

“But don’t think you’ll be doing nothing now, I’ll find more stuff for you to do.” Cheol teased and Seokmin grinned wide. 

“Wouldn’t put it past you, boss.” His shoulders shook happily with a quiet chuckle. “Thank you for understanding.” 

“Don’t thank me, it isn’t a problem.” Seungcheol waved it off and stood, nodding towards the door. “Head on out of here, I’m going to get some work done I’ve been putting off.” 

‘I’ll make sure no one bothers her~” 

“I didn’t-” He went to continue but Seokmin wiggled his eyebrows, halting his words in disbelief. 

“Don’t need to, lover boy.” And he left quickly, leaving laughter in his trail. 

Okay, Seungcheol knew his feelings for Mouse were still prevalent. He also knew that he was originally going to feel out a chance of a relationship before the shit show. Did he look a little love sick? Maybe. He had been staying home the most to make sure Mouse was okay. Cheol had that luxury that the other’s didn’t always have. 

“Focus.” He reminded himself, sighing. “No lovesick brain right now.”

You stirred, taking a deep breath in as you came to consciousness. 

Your neck hurt some and both of your arms had fallen asleep from how they were curled up. It took a moment for you to open your eyes, eyebrows furrowing together when met with the dimly lit living room. 

By the sun being fully set and the silence in the house, you guessed it was late. The house was so quiet – or well, kinda quiet with the snore that ripped through the air. 

Lifting your head, you found Seungcheol laying on the couch across from you, a blanket thrown over his lower half and a pillow hugged to his chest. His snoring was soft, but it was the only major sound in the living room.  His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed together, stirring some. 

You sat up, stretching properly with a pang of pain in your side from your ribs, feeling the popping of your joints with each movement. It was the first peaceful sleep you’ve had since coming back, you didn’t know how long you slept but at least you did sleep. You weren’t as tired as you were before. You didn’t dream either, which you were also taking as a win. No dream was better than nightmares.

“You’re up?” 

Seungcheol’s voice had your head snapping to meet his gaze. He was frowning at you haphazardly, ruffling his hair back and out of his face. You stared at him for a moment, tugging the blanket you had around you.

“Yeah, did I wake you?” You whispered. 

He shook his head. “Not really, but you shifted and I woke up. Think I was napping more than anything.” 

“Your snoring said otherwise.” You teased and a yawn bubbled out. 

Cheol grumbled as the yawn came from him next, pouting once settled. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, adjusting to being awake. You took note of the state of the living room; things thrown about messily, the Christmas tree still up, and a majority of the presents surrounding it. Seungcheol sat up, eyes unfocused as he yawned against, coming back to the proper plane of existence. 

“Do you need anything?”  He tilted his head curiously, scratching at his neck. “Anything I could do for you?” 

You did say you’d try and pawn some laundry off on one of them…

When you asked for the favor to at least have help throwing the sheets and blankets in the wash, he was up and leaving the area in an instant. You could hear the quiet pitter-patter of his feet on the floor, treading wherever needed. Cheol promises they would be washed and ready by tomorrow for you to take back. 

Then he sat down once more, twiddling his thumbs like he wanted to say something but was unsure of himself or his words. You gave him a moment to attempt to speak up, seeing him lost in thought, and when he didn’t, you extended an olive branch. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

He whipped his head up, eyes wide before he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. 

“I know you probably have a lot going on in your thoughts and physical recovery. But I want you to know that I’m always around if you want to chat. We’d like to help you however you’d let us.” 

Cheol looked up again, those stupid, big sparkly eyes staring across the way to you. He was waiting for your answer and your stomach twisted with uncertainty. You opened your mouth to speak, letting a flood of unsure thoughts choke you up. A sound left your throat, you wanted to say something- 

“This was the first time in days that I slept without a nightmare.” Was all you managed to get out. You breathed in deep, blinking away tears. “Things are difficult. Motivation is shot, and I’m exhausted, Cheol.” 

Your tone was riddled with defeat and pain, over all of the self-doubt and fear you couldn’t escape. 

Seungcheol dropped his shoulders, a sympathetic smile gracing his lips. He waited to see if you’d continue but signed when you didn’t. “I’m sorry things have been hard at this time. There is nothing I can probably do or say that will help that. You’ve lost so much independence and safety. No one will understand that fear of your situation more than yourself. However, no one will rush you, you take as long as you need and we will walk with you to help. All we want to see is you get better…When Rheia was here, she mentioned a therapist she had in mind you could take to, would you consider it?” 

You nodded, knowing you needed someone to treat you unbiased and medically for your trauma. “I think it might be a good idea.” 

He nodded along with you. “I’ll get the info from her and you can do it all at your own pace, okay?”

“Thank you, Cheol, for everything. I mean it.” 

Clicking his tongue, he shook his head. “Don’t thank me for that, Mouse. I want you to get better for yourself first and foremost.”

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[suzukiblu]

Day two NaNoWriMo; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

"Well, you are the plan guy," Kon says, grinning again and pushing his sunglasses up into his hair. "Supreme?" 

"Works for me," Tim says. It's meat and dairy and bread and vegetables and Kon is probably invulnerable to heart disease, so he figures that's basically health food to him, right? Especially if he needs more calories than the average guy. 

Pizza's sure as shit gonna be more satisfying than a protein bar, if nothing else. 

Tim's definitely ordering like, breadsticks or wings or something too. And maybe a two-liter or two. Cinnamon bread. Something. Hell, he'll buy all that and then some if he has to. He's got the money. 

Who the hell decided it was okay to let this happen? Really. Is there literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation? Dubbilex was made by Cadmus too and has his own issues with managing to have an out-of-lab life, Rex Leech is apparently out of the picture, which might be a blessing anyway, Tana Moon is equally MIA, and Superman has apparently lost his entire damn mind, so . . .

There's literally no responsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation, is there. There's no irresponsible adult in Kon's life to intervene in this situation. As far as Tim knows, every single other one Kon knows is either Cadmus-employed or a supervillain or just completely uninvested in his existence. 

Maybe Tim should be talking to Red Tornado about this. Is this something he should be talking to Red Tornado about?

. . . sure, that'd help. Red Tornado is about five minutes back into being a person and has Traya and Kathy and the whole team to worry about, and absolutely could handle something like this while also trying to figure out his own shit and keep an eye on all the rest of them too. Sure. That'd work. 

This is a problem, Tim thinks. 

This is a definite problem, in fact. 

He has no idea what to do about this problem, though, so he just orders a truly inadvisable amount of pizza and wings and double-iced cinnamon bread for pickup. They've done weirder than get takeout in the Super-Cycle and they'll do weirder again. Besides, it could use the . . . exercise, or whatever that counts as. Not like the Super-Cycle has muscles, but it does get tired sometimes and seem to appreciate getting out and–well, whatever. That's just something to figure out later, probably. 

Tim really should figure that out, though. And also if the Super-Cycle is gonna be down for going supervillain, because yeah, that's obviously a thing to keep in mind. 

He flies it to the pizza joint, and spends the flight casually grilling Kon about his coworkers and employee benefits and the Cadmus security systems. The answers are: a lot of lab-born clones and too many grown-ass adults who have no excuse not to know better, work-related health care and nothing else, and Kon and Guardian, mostly. And also some random weird death traps and a couple of cameras here and there, apparently, but it all sounds incredibly dated to Tim's ears and it really seems like Kon and Guardian are taking on the lion's share of everything more complicated than watching a feed or flipping on an alarm system. Like, it really does. 

So that's not great. 

"Jesus, man, how much did you order?" Kon snorts with a laugh while Tim's paying the girl at the drive-up window in cash. He doesn't really want to explain this particular expense on the Bat credit card. Generally he doesn't want to explain takeout and junk food on there at all, in fact, though obviously he makes a point of going to Batburger with Steph once a month, just to hear Bruce sigh about it later. Appropriate teenage nonsense and all. He gets the kids' meal and the terrifyingly purple Spoiler shake every time. It tastes like acidic cotton candy. Yes, literally. "Like just the whole menu or what?" 

"Of course I did. I've got a Kryptonian to carry it all for me, don't I?" Tim replies with a smirk he doesn't really feel after everything he's learned today. Everything Kon just told him, because he doesn't see what's wrong with any of it. 

It reminds him of the abused kids he meets on the job who insist they're fine, and they don't need Batman and Robin to save them. 

He wonders if Jason was like that, when Bruce first met him. 

He also wonders if he maybe did over-order a little on the pizza, but worst case scenario the leftovers should fit in the fridge. 

. . . maybe, anyway. Probably. 

Mostly? 

Kon immediately cracks into the cinnamon bread on the flight back because he has absolutely no manners whatsoever, and Tim rolls his eyes at him and tries not to visibly brood over the five-alarm fire burning down his brain right now. 

He just . . . doesn't understand how Superman is apparently just fine with this situation. He doesn't even understand how Kon is fine with this situation, but is increasingly certain that the answer to that might just be that Kon doesn't think he has another option. 

He doesn't have another option, as far as Tim can tell. What would he do, crash at the base and just mooch off everyone else for food and gear and whatever else he needs day-to-day? 

Yeah, not exactly a sustainable lifestyle, that. 

Not even a little bit of one. 

Technically, Tim could just pay for whatever Kon needed, between his allowance and his trust fund and without even taking his Bat-stipend into account, but there is no possible way Kon would ever actually go for that. He's way too proud, and even someone with no pride at all would probably find "please let me pay you to quit your horrible job" a hard pill to swallow from a teammate, much less the leader they only barely recognize the authority of.

[megustacat]

The MCL:NG Love Interests as the 5 Love Languages

Devon Okere - Words of Affirmation

Devon loves to let you know on every occasion how much he adores you.

When he sees you doing well, he lets you know, always painting pretty word pictures whenever he can.

When he sees you struggling he manages to put your pain in a few words, so the problem suddenly seems manageable.

When he sees you enjoying yourself he makes sure it gets even better.

He has a deep voice and he always knew how much his voice and words had an impact on other people. Whenever he notices that are being stressed, he makes you sit down with him and tells you just how good you are, how hard you work, how much he loves, how wonderful it is being around you, how good it feels to hold you. All in this beautiful, intriguing, deep, deep voice of his.

You didn’t know how much you could enjoy the simplest things, when they are accompanied by a man who knows what you like to hear - and will give it to you whenever he can.

Amanda De Lavienne - Quality Time

Amanda is a woman of efficiency. She is well-structured and organized to get the best out of every single minute. 

At times you feel like nothing can be good enough for her - besides you. 

The time she spends with you might be one of the only times you have seen her completely unwind and without a hurry. 

There is nothing in this world more important than taking her time being around you. Together you love to plan trips, have dedicated one-on-one time just talking about your day and spend days after days cuddled up, enjoying each other's presence. Being around you is a possibility to slow down for her and you cannot imagine anything more beautiful than seeing her lovely smile every time you two get to be together. Looking in her eyes, feeling the peace you two create for each other, knowing that this is going to stay - this right here, this will be forever. Because you will make it last forever.

Jason Mendal - Gifts

As much as Jason loves to be a receiver to whatever he sees reasonable, he first and foremost lives to be a giver. 

He loves to gift you beautiful clothes or take you out to expensive dinners. Not only that, but you can also expect a new fresh bouquet of flowers around you, or other little trinkets you can take with you anywhere you go. 

Jason wants to gift you memories and reminders to make you think of him - whether he is around you or not. 

That satin on your skin? Reminds you of him.

That golden bracelet around your wrist? Reminds you of him.

The lingering taste of expensive champagne, making you love-drunk? Reminds you of him.

The pictures from your latest trip? Remind you of him.

The love bites all over your neck and thighs? Remind you of him.

Gifts and memories, lasting and fading. But always present. Just like him.

Thomas Rheault - Acts of Services

As someone of not many words Thomas lets his actions speak for him. 

Before properly getting to know each other Thomas seemed less than eager to do something for you if he wasn’t asked to do so.

That changed.

You notice a hot cup of coffee next to your bed when you wake up and a bag of fresh bread in the kitchen. He has already been up and running. For you. 

He is always so thoughtful, observing would you say, what you like, what makes you laugh, turning your words into his actions. 

It makes his heart beat faster everytime you thank him for what he does for you - you acknowledging all that makes it worth doing it again. And again. And again. And again … 

Roy Aquino - Physical Touch

Roy is an overall very physical man. Not only is movement and keeping himself physically in shape a huge point of his life, but also showing you physical affection is important to him. 

Whenever you’re around him he loves to give you small touches on the back, hold your hand, pressing occasional kisses onto your hair. He loves to hold you, feel you, smell you, hear and see you. Roy’s love is all about senses and just as sensational. 

As for him, you know how much he likes it when you return his actions. Playing with his hair and holding him, whenever he feels like that. He loves massages, giving them and receiving them. Public display of affection has never been a problem to him, the world should know that his heart belongs to you.

Every touch between you is electric and fiery and very easily addictive. So whenever you think of his hands on your skin, his lips on yours, his body pressed against you, he does so, too. Your body is a temple to him, and he is your worshiper.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

all the earth around me (around you)

or: a drunk confession

tw: drinking

part of wcbah universe. not required reading, but you might enjoy it if you liked this.

charlie doesn’t drink.

this is a known fact, one of the first things you’ve learned about him.

he’ll say it’s too damn expensive to drink, or it all tastes like bread water anyways, while the truth is covered in the corner: he’s seen what alcohol can do, how it can turn you into someone you aren’t, betraying yourself.

So when charlie comes over as your outside, getting clothing down from the clothesline, a storm brewing on the horizon you aren’t sure what to expect.

“charlie?” you can’t hide the smile when you see him, “what’s up?”

and like, you didn’t expect to see him, but it’s always a pleasant surprise, a face you don’t mind seeing finally, someone you can hang up the responsibilities of the world at the door and just be yourself with-

his voice is low, “I have a surprise for us.”

his hands are tucked behind his back and he still has a towel tucked into the front of his pants, was obviously doing chores before he raced over. it made sense; you had heard his fathers old beat up truck slowly, painstakingly, turn out of the gravel driveway, chug and groan down the street-it was finally safe.

“oh?” you tease, “I hope it’s chocolate.”

and you’re laughing, because like-that’s such a rare occurrence and such a small thing, but when you’re burning overdue bills and notices to keep warm last winter the little things get overlooked.

“better, sweetheart.” his eyes are shining, the smirk pulling at his lips, “i’ll go get set up inside?”

it’s a question, not a statement, and you’re nodding, he’s laughing at you as you crane your neck to see what’s behind his back but he doesn’t loosen the grip, doesn’t try and stop you.

instead, he takes a step forward, his hand cups the back of your head as he gently brings it to you, kisses your forehead and he finishes by walking backwards into the house, narrowingly missing running into the wall.

and as your fingers go to your forehead where he kissed, where it still lingers and feels like static, and you remind yourself: this is friends. just friends. this is what they do when they’re forced to survive.

by the time you’re inside, charlie has two small plastic cups on the dining room table.

they’re reused and rewashed from the gas station but it doesn’t make a much a difference when you see the bottle on the table.

“thought you didn’t like that stuff.”

he shrugs, takes the dark bottle in his hands and rolls it around. it’s half gone, his fathers favorite bottle, but charlie will insist he won’t notice it, that it won’t be missed.

“It’s different with you,” he’ll say gently, like he knows the weight of it, says if with a shrug to try and hold the weight down, “safe with you, yknow? Nothing bad will happen when i’m with you.”

he shrugs: “you don’t have to, i just thought-“

and you aren’t going to be the reason he doesn’t drink. even if he’s been around it forever and has stayed away from it. if he wants one good night who are you to deny him it? and besides, maybe he’ll get some sleep finally.

“Pour me one too,” you say, opening a cabinet in the kitchen, “i’ll get us a snack.”

and he’s grinning now, standing and pouring the amber liquid into the bottles slowly, can hear the sound as it hits the bottom and slowly doubles in side.

you’re at his side, pulling into a seat as he hands you a cup.

“To us.”

he says, his eyes dark, biting his lip before you clink sides of a plastic cup with him:

“To us.”

you repeat back, throwing it back

the problem is, you’ll say later, is it tastes so bad you keep thinking one more drink will make it better.

you’re nearing the third cup, face bright red and charlie’s shirt sleeves rolled up, hiccups between the two of you.

“charlie,” you hiccup, “Shh. I-I gotta tell you somethin’.”

and you’re both giggling, he’s reaching over to tangle his fingers into yours, trying to move hair out of your face but failing, doubles of you.

“Go ahead.”

“I love you.” you’re giggling.

and he’s laughing.

this is something you two say all the time, after all. in passing, in letters.

he rolls his eyes, “honey-“

“no, no.” you huff, eyebrows one, “like. actually love you. like, can’t see you with anyone else-“ a pause for a hiccup

and this is wrong.

charlie realized this as soon as it leaves your lip. not how he wants your first meangiful i love you to go, wants you to remember it, not be under the influence of cheap alcohol.

it’s after he’s done dancing with you, no music playing but he hums a song he’s been working on forever, drawing you close to his chest as you two dance around the creaking floor boards, the house moans and groans in protest against you two as he spins you around again and again

“charlie-“

“Shh.”

charlie feels sober suddenly, like someone dropped cold water over his head.

“Cmon,” he puts the lid on the alcohol bottle, not much left anyways, stands and takes your hand: “let’s call it a night.”

you huff, pause for a second before your voice comes back lighter, suddenly the scared kid he remembers growing up with:

“you’re staying, right? keep the monsters at bay?”

and you’re too old for this. for him to stay the night, to believe in monsters of that he’d keep you save from them, but he takes your hand and tangled his fingers into yours, leads you up the stairs-let’s you out your weight on him as he guides you to your room, closes the door gently and helps you out of the old dress that’s two sizes too big that you’re constantly sewing up, let’s you rest against him as he goes through your closet, tries to ignore that all your pajama tops are his old shirts, still smell like him and are ripped and worn with age and their own stories-

when you’re dressed he slides you into bed, undoes his own jeans and crawls in next to you, you’re immediately curling into him, both ignoring how his feet hang off the edge of the bed, far too tall but doomed to live a life of twin sized mattress forever.

“alright, honey.” the pad of his thumb draws constellations across your arm, “close your eyes. i’ll take first watch. you’re safe.”

and it isn’t until you’re snoring, when he’s sure you’re fast asleep and won’t remember this that he pressed his lips against your forehead and speaks:

“i love you too.”

[wisted-twunderland]

TWST boys go to Disneyland!

Heartslabyul

Ace: Is an absolute fiend on the teacups and knows which one spins the fastest (the orange diamond) and how to really get it spinning.

Deuce: Gets spun too fast on the teacups by Ace and throws up. When he feels better he enjoys being the Pilot on Smuggler's Run.

Cater: Documents the whole thing on Magicam in real time. He gets all of the classic shots, like the selfie in front of the castle, holding up the Dole Whip in front of the Tiki Room, etc.

Trey: Spends a lot of time on Main Street sampling all the different confectionaries. Also sits with Deuce after he throws up.

Riddle: Will ride the Alice in Wonderland ride and talk about all the historical inaccuracies to anyone who will listen.

Savannaclaw

Leona: He's been dragged here too many times with his nephew and made to ride all the kiddie rides, so he'd rather skip the whole thing and nap in the hotel room. But when he is inevitably dragged to the park, he enjoys the atmosphere of Adventureland and eats an unreal amount of meat skewers from Bengal Barbeque.

Ruggie: Doesn't go because it's too expensive. Nah I'm just kidding, he goes, but he definitely packs all his own food. Goes through the bakery tour and the Ghirardelli factory tour for the free bread and chocolate until he's told he can't have any more free samples.

Jack Howl: He likes Frontierland best, because it's the least crowded (and the cactus landscaping is exceptional).

Octavinelle

Azul: He's not big on rides, but he really enjoys scouring the historical showcases at the front of the park. As the owner of his own up and coming mega-conglomerate, he is eager to glean any information he can about the park and its rise to fame (and fortune).

Jade: He's very eager to get a selfie in from the yellow mushroom in Fantasyland, claiming its because of its historical significance. (Did you know it used to be a ticket booth?)

Floyd: Rides any and all of the roller coasters as many times as possible. Is not above pushing past little kids to run to the next ride.

Scarabia

Kalim: Is as excited as any kid there. Wants to see and do everything, and cries at the fireworks at the end of the day.

Jamil: Spends most of his time trying to keep up with Kalim and make sure he drinks some water once in a while. Enjoys the music and the parade more than he lets on.

Pomfiore

Vil: Enjoys the park from under a sun parasol, UV shades, and a high SPF sunscreen. He HATES that Snow White's Scary Adventure has been turned into *~*Snow White's Enchanted Wish*~*. The kids of today are WEAK.

Rook: He is hunting aiming to meet as many characters as possible and get them to sigh in his hit signature book.

Epel: Makes it his goal to sample every kind of candy apple in each of its differently decorated forms (Poor bear apple, Mickey ears apple, marshmallow apple, baby yoda apple, etc). Also a roller coaster fanatic.

Ignihyde

idia: Rides Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blaster's over and over trying to beat the all time high score (it's his). Knows where all the best targets are and can turn the cart with one hand while shooting with the other. ("This is the OG of interactive rides, even though Toy Story Mania may be more modern, this ride paved the way. At the time getting your picture taken and sending it to friends via email was unheard of but this ride blah blah blah blah...)

Ortho: Enjoys Pirates of the Carribean for its theming and "primitive robotics". Likes Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln for the same reason.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Will purchase and consume a Mickey shaped ice cream bar at every opportunity (He knows where all the ice cream carts are by the end of trip). He finds Fantasia amusing and says that the dragon is a "passable likeness".

Lillia: He's amazed at how much the park has changed since he was last here ("Star Wars Land? That area used to be a petting zoo.") Enjoys Haunted Mansion and startling Sebek in the queue.

Sebek: "We need to make sure we use our Lightning Lane at precisely 3:30, and then we must get to Goofy's Kitchen immediately after for our character dining experience, after which we must reserve our spot for the fireworks..." He's extremely concerned with getting the most out of the trip and ensuring that Malleus has a good time (Malleus doesn't care).

Silver: Enjoys the Sleeping Beauty walkthrough, as it is dark, full of vintage charm, and uncrowded. Falls asleep before the fireworks ever start.

[yandere-paramour]

Hey how does the yanderes react or respond to there darlings that are very suicidal or just want to harm themselves but can’t talk about it so they just put notes in places in hope that maybe there yans could comfort or just be there for them

(Have a bit of a hard time right now)

Let me just say, I know EXACTLY the thoughts and feelings you're having; I have been there several times myself. I know this might sound stupid but the only advice I can give you is to lie down, read yandere blogs, and hold on. It will pass and you will be okay. You've still got lots and lots of stories to read :) I wish you well.

Atalanta is ALARMED. She has never dealt with this in her life and her immediate reaction is to call her mother and ask for advice. Asteria has dealt with this a bit with Jamie, so she gives Ata the name of a really nice mental health spa. You will be taken care of and protected while Ata is working, and then you can come home and she'll take care of you. They will give you talk therapy and group therapy and art, music, horticulture therapy, anything that might help you. Atalanta will spare no expense to get you to feel better. Your health and safety is priceless.

Noelle will not let you out of her sight. She won't even go to work; you're more important to her than even her beloved job and Ata will understand. You both will spend all day in your soothing room. She will lavish you with her loving attention, patting your back and gently rubbing your stomach to soothe you while you lay on the bed in your depressive state. Noelle just lets you vegetate like you need to, and she will simply take over and care for you as you need. Feel free to be as catatonic as you want; she will bathe you, feed you, and coax you through gentle activities. Her steady calmness is honestly soothing; it makes you feel like whatever happens, you will be okay because Noelle will not let you fall.

Vivien has been there himself and he knows how horrible it feels. He knows that you need help and you need care. If you don't already have a therapist/psychiatrist, he will help you find one. Until you can get to an appointment, he will try his best to distract you from the pain. He drags you along to do things like biking or kicking a ball around outside or tending to the community garden; as sucky as you feel, the fresh air and green space makes you feel a little bit better. At home, he cooks you as much comfort food as you want, making you help by stirring the pot or kneading the bread. He's going to keep you as busy as you need to distract yourself.