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mama2bears · 2 months ago

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I love the way you write! Do you ever take requests? If so, could you do something where Tyler and Female Reader are dating and they have a big fight before he goes on a chase. She either says she doesn't love him or doesn't want him to come back or something like that. He leaves heartbroken and then is in a bad accident or maybe he's badly hurt and missing? Lots of regreat for things said or not? Whatever you can come up with like that, as long as they remain together at the end! Thank you!

A/N: I have never done requests before and I hope I have done this right. Thank you so much for the request, I really loved the idea so I gave it my best shot. I hope you love it. This will be at least a two part story. I'll post the second part as soon as I get it done.

Unspoken Words

Warnings: Mention of sex, unplanned pregnancy, car accident, injury, lots of angst, maybe a few swear words

Part 1

Tyler Owens watched the weather forecast and double checked his own data with a worried look. “They're calling for storms tomorrow.” he called, “From my data it looks to be a big outbreak about an hour or so from here.”

“Remember I told you that I was making special plans for tomorrow?” you reminded him.

“Huh?” he frowned, “Oh yeah. You did tell me that last week, didn't you. Sorry, Darling. I forgot. Can we just reschedule or something?”

You felt tears stinging your eyes. “You always fucking do this, Tyler.” you slammed a plate down in the sink. “Just forget it. You wouldn't care anyhow.”

“Darling...why are you so upset?” he stood with concern on his face. Sure, you got mad sometimes. He hurt your feelings sometimes, but you normally didn't get this upset this fast. “I just suggested that we could change whatever plans you had tomorrow night to another night...a night that's not a major tornado outbreak.”

“Tomorrow night was something special to me Tyler...but you don't give a damn. What am I, just something fun to do on the side?” tears were streaming down your face now as you yell at him, “You never really loved me at all, did you?”

“Y/N! Darling!” Tyler went towards you, his face showing the heartbreak he felt. You push him away as he reached out to you and run into the bedroom, slamming the door and locking it.

“Honey...please don't do this. You know my job. You know I gotta be there for a big tornado outbreak...”

“Just go!” you seethed.

“I don't have to leave until tomorrow morning.” Tyler said softly. “I can make it up to you tonight. When I get back we can do your special night.”

“Don't even act like you care now. Just leave. The team, the tornadoes, everything is more important then I am. When was the last time you took me on a date, Tyler?” You yelled.

He started to answer and tears filled his eyes as he realized he couldn't remember the last time you two had actually been on a date.

“That's what I thought.” you seethed. “Now tell me how many times you have canceled our plans because of tornadoes or the team needed you. Some bullshit other then me. You don't care that I need you. You push me aside to do whatever else you want, then come home and think having sex makes up for it all. Well I am done Tyler. I am done with it all. I am done with you. You don't want me? That's fine. I don't want you anymore either, so just get the fuck out!” you sobbed.

He leaned against the door, wanting nothing more then hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loved you, how special you were to him, that you were his whole world. Tyler and you had been dating for about three years and just moved in with each other this year. You were used to him going chasing storms, sometimes at the last minute and sometimes for weeks at a time. However, you had some big news to share with him and you had put a lot of time and effort into a special meal tomorrow. It just seemed like Tyler could care less about your feelings and right now, it was tearing you apart.

“I am sorry, Y/N.” was all he was able to whisper though his tears. He prayed this wasn't the end of his relationship with you. “I have something important to ask you. Can we talk before I leave? I was planning on talking to you about it tonight.” he whispered.

“I am done talking Tyler! I don't care what you have to say. Just leave. I don't care if you ever come back here or not.” you spat.

Tyler's heart shattered. You never talked to him like that, especially before he left on a chase. You both knew that storm chasing was dangerous and there was always that risk that he wouldn't come back.

He pulled a black box out of his pocket and stared at it and then at the door. “Y/N, please? Can we talk just for a minute before I leave.” he whispered. “You know I don't like leaving for a chase with us being upset.”

You didn't answer. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I doubt that.” you scoffed.

Tyler couldn't stop the tears from falling. He didn't know how he had hurt you so badly, but he knew he had messed up bad. You didn't even believed he loved you anymore. He eyed his overnight bag on the sofa that he had packed in case they got a hotel tomorrow. “You want me to leave?” he asked, his voice cracking with sobs.

“I can't stand to even look at you right now. Yes, leave.” you yell, curling up on the bed and sobbing.

“Alright. I am going to go crash at Boone's tonight. If you change your mind, call me. Darling, I really want to talk to you. I want to make this right.”

You didn't answer, so he picked up his bag and stood at the bedroom door. “I love you.” he called. It was a thing you two always did before he went on a chase. No matter what, you made sure the last words said to each other was “I love you.”

He waited, but you didn't answer. “Darling, I love you more then anything...”

“Drop the shit Tyler. You can't say you love me and never back it up with actions. Just get the hell out and don't worry about coming back. I doubt I'll be here if you do.”

Tyler's head dropped, his shoulders slumped as he shuffled to the door. Maybe he had messed up one too many times. Maybe this time, you really didn't love him anymore. He had failed you, he had failed to show you how much he loved you and now...he was scared to death that he had lost you.

He walked out the door, closing it tightly behind him and tossed the bag in the back of the truck. He took one last look at the house before driving off with sobs racking his body. He could only pray that you calmed down by the time he came home.

* * * * * * * *

The Next Day

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“So, T...are you crashing at my place today or has Y/N forgiven you?” Boone asked while they were stationed at a gas station, waiting to see which way the storms were going.

“I don't know.” Tyler snapped.

“Didn't you call her?” Boone asked.

“No. Not yet.” he was still mad and hurt about how things happened yesterday. “I just don't get what was so damn special today!”

“I don't know, man. Women can be impossible to understand.”

“Is that why you don't have a girlfriend?” Tyler quipped.

“Well at least I am not getting kicked out of my own house!”

“It's her house too.” Tyler sighed, looking at his phone for the hundredth time that morning, hoping you were going to call him.

“Make the first move man. Call her.” Boone said. “Even if she's still is pissed and hangs up on you or doesn't answer...call her.”

“Fine.” Tyler picks up the phone and calls your cell waiting for you to answer until it goes to voice mail.

“Hey Darling. I am really sorry about how things went yesterday. Call me back. I love you.” he tossed the phone down to the floor of the truck, “Some good that did.”

“Oh shit...oh shit no.” Boone looked at the radar.

“What is it?” Tyler looked over and his heart dropped. A large storm cell was forming just outside of the city you lived in. The weather reports weren't calling for anything bad, but Tyler knew by the looks of it. The tornado outbreak wasn't going to happen here...it was going to happen right over his town, his house...where you were.

“Give me the damn phone! Boone, go ride with Lily.” Tyler barked. “We aren't chasing this one, but I am going to drive like a bat at of hell and try to get home before it hits. I don't want Y/N there alone. She may not even know what's coming.”

“We'll head that way and meet you at your house.” Boone retrieved Tyler's phone from the floor of the truck and hurried to Lily's van. Tyler's truck could drive much faster then the RV or Van and was the only hope of reaching you on time.

Tyler swore when his call went straight to your voice mail again, “Darling listen to me. A tornado outbreak is heading your way. It could be bad. It's not being reported yet by the weather stations. I am on my way home. I am on my way, baby. Get to the basement and wait for me there. I love you.”

He threw his phone down in the passengers seat and put the pedal to the metal speeding toward home. He was about half an hour away, the storm looked to be about 15 minutes away. If he was quick enough, maybe, just maybe he could beat it.

* * * * *

You glanced at the phone as it dinged, alerting you to yet another voicemail. It was Tyler again and you didn't care to answer and you didn't care to listen to the voicemail. Right now you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

You heart was breaking over how things ended last night. For the first time that you could remember since being together, you didn't tell him you loved him before he left and that kept nagging at the back of your mind. What if something happened. Did he know that you loved him? At the same time, you were still hurt that he never put your needs first. It was nothing to him to cancel plans if it meant chasing another storm. You were still mad and weren't ready to make up yet.

Tears start brimming in your eyes. Why did you get so upset last night? Did it really matter if you had your special dinner tonight or tomorrow or next week? You look at the piece of paper now laying on the counter. You wanted it to be special. You wanted to tell Tyler Owens on Father's Day that he was about to become a father. You still felt terrible for the way you acted. The only thing you could guess was hormones were at work.

You grab your phone and call Tyler. You had to apologize and you had to make sure you said those three little words...”I love you.”

You sigh when it went straight to voicemail. “Tyler...I am sorry for last night. I am so terribly sorry. We need to talk, it's something amazing...at least I hope it is. We will talk when you get home. I love you, Tyler. Always and Forever, I love you.”

* * * * *

Tyler was pushing 110 and was only about five minutes away. The storm was probably about 4 minutes away but he was determined to get to Y/N no matter what. The ringing of his phone pulled his attention away from the road. He normally wouldn't look at the phone while driving, but..it could have been you. He saw your name and picture on the phone and leaned over to try to grab it.

Suddenly, the truck swerved and he grabbed the wheel, over correcting. Tires squealed as Tyler fought with the steering wheel. The alert was blaring on his phone now, warning him of the tornado that was approaching his house. He wasn't going to make it in time. 'Please be in a safe place, Y/N.' he whispered. The truck skidded off the road, the tires catching in the wet grass and it flipped, end over end, rolling down a steep embankment. Tyler curses under his breath, forgetting to put on the harness...his seat belt was barley keeping him in the seat. Pain shot though his body and he couldn't tell where it was coming from anymore. Glass shattered as the truck slammed against a tree, landing upside down. “I love you..” he whispered just before his body went limp.

* * * * *

You heard the sirens blaring, your phone alerting you, and you heard the roaring winds outside. You ran down the stairs into the basement, all the time thinking of Tyler. Did he know the tornado was here? He could have stayed home with you and seen a tornado, he didn't have to chase. You wondered if he knew that and choose to leave just to get away from you. After how you treated him, you didn't blame him.

“Hang on little one.” you whisper, putting a hand on you stomach. “This is your first tornado. We'll be okay.” a tear rolled down you cheek, wishing Tyler was there, his protective arms around you.

**Part 2 Coming Soon**

#twisters fanfic #tyler owens fic #tyler owens x reader #twisters fanfiction #twisters fic #twisters x reader #tyler owens x you

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coulsonlives · 2 years ago

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PSA: CAT MEDICAL BILL SCAM

Please signal boost this if possible to inform your followers about these scams.

Earlier today, I got a message from the account nicole-loves-king, where they asked me to signal boost a post because their cat needed medical help. Here's the ask:

(And you can see the post in question here)

I looked at this post and was immediately put off because they were asking for people to send things through 'friends and family', which if you aren't aware, is a very insecure way to send someone funds using paypal, because you don't have the protections you would get if you used 'goods and services'. So scammers can make off w your money really easily.

I looked at their blog and scrolled down to the end, and I realized their blog was made today! And, all their posts (there weren't many posts to begin with lol) were of trending topics. I noted puss in boots, and welcome to nightvale among others. This is probably how they found me, because I reblogged some of that stuff recently.

Here's the time stamp from their oldest post (notice it says the time, not the date, which means the post was from today):

In their ask, they also tell you to answer privately. Hm, that seems sus. Why would someone not want you to publish a request for help?

So I have a policy where I don't signal boost posts from brand new blogs because, yknow, they could be scams. I posted this, and the scam account blocked me. They also blocked my friend when they replied to their ask and said their blog looked suspicious. I did some more digging, and I found a comment from someone that confirmed my suspicions:

This is in fact a scam!

@nicstonka is almost identical to the above account (nicole-loves-king). Look at the avatar, the pictures, and the paypal address, both accounts even have 'nic' (as in 'nicole') in the name. The only thing that is extremely different is the name of the cat! Yet both blogs also have the name of the cat in their url ('king' and 'tonka'). That should also be a red flag, because usually someone isn't gonna have the name of their pet in their url, only a few posts, and a signal boost for that exact (fake) pet.

Here's a side by side:

Looks at those paypal accounts: nbrunelle519, and nbrunelle391. Nope definitely not a scam /s

And the cat pictures side by side:

Tumblr's "scam" tag is actually full of these reports now, which you can see here. Or if there's nothing there anymore, click here and here for images.

And links to some older PSAs about other cat scams: 1 2 3

So if you see any blogs like this, where all they have is trending posts, it seems like they've copied and pasted an ask to you, or if they're asking you to send things via friends and family, vet them so so so carefully, because chances are you're walking into a scam. Don't just repost things without carefully checking! If you aren't in a position to check carefully, better safe than sorry: don't repost it! Don't let these scams spread.

Pro tip: If a blog is dash only, so you can't view their archive to see when their first post was made, and you're on desktop, you can just open the blog in its dashboard view, then click 'end' on your keyboard over and over until all their posts are loaded. Usually if it's a spam blog, you'll only need to click 'end' 5-6 times, sometimes a bit more, since they only post just enough times to give the appearance they're active, then there's absolutely nothing after that.

If you want more proof someone is a scammer, you can look at the currency they use their post (or the currency shown in the vet bill), then hover over the paypal link and inspect the part of the url that says 'country.x=AA'. The 'AA' is the abbreviation for the country your money is going to! If that country doesn't match the country of the currency shown in the post, it's a scam! Example: someone's post says '$' for USD/CAD dollars, but the country in their paypal link is 'PH', which stands for Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos, not dollars!

Also keep in mind that these are not bots! There is a real person behind these accounts. They have replied to people who wanted to confirm they were real, but their intentions are still to scam you, they just know it looks better if they reply.

Stay safe!!

Edit:

Updating this post to announce the scammer's made more blogs, and they're probably gonna keep doing it! Here's the list so far. This isn't up to date btw, go to @scamarchive and check their pinned post for the most recent detected blogs

turncoatrune, starlightdisc, xxmy, wxnt, eeyore-pg, coatedpeanbean, starrypanelstars, panelstars, scyllostyle, the-nonbinary-witch, aash-aash, leechness, ash-aahs, commandobutch, lovely-pages, pagefive-to-six, reconnecteed, five-and-fourty, stepsapphic, farmer-butch0, health-pages, turnersapphic, lxve, march-pls-be-good, emberful, imse7en, kassidymaygemz, kassidymaydream, dreamingkassidy, kasdream, live-march, confusedskulll, march-lives, criticaltuesday, quicksilvah, wrldy, quicksilveey, the-stucked-pan, flurrbum, o345, nxce, thls, hokkairi, sykdykee, furrtasticbu, bumfurry, supsense, wickdart, the90sbest

Keep in mind you may not receive an ask like the above ones. You may get something simpler like this, instead:

Most of these are cats, but there's been dogs and even people too.

If you wanna get even more info on all these accounts, there's an archive of this scammer's pinned posts and asks here, so you can see at a glance how similar they all are. You can also see a comprehensive list of scammer red flags specifically for tumblr here!

And lastly, you can report the scams using 'report something else' > 'unlawful uses or content' > 'phishing'

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logansargey · 5 months ago

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Nico/Jenson being Logan's parents headcannons

To the anon who asked me to do this, I'm sorry I lost your question and that it took me so long. Hopefully you find this well.😭

Logan grew up keeping it a secret so people wouldn't think they're the reason he got into F1

He grew up speaking all the languages they taught him, but no one knows he speaks them.

He loves when people say he looks like Nico because he thinks his dad is pretty.

He celebrates mother's day with Nico and Father's day with Jenson (it started as a joke but now they've continuously done it)

When Logan got into his first kart, both his dad's cried.

Logan accidentally called Nico 'dad' in front of Lewis once and it's been awkward ever since

He cried in Jenson's arms when he won his first race.

Nico was weary of Logan making close friends in karting (war flashbacks ifykyk)

Nico and Jenson have had arguments with multiple people because they've talked about Logan's driving rudely.

Logan ignored Nico for a whole week after Nico told him that the tooth fairy wasn't real.

He then ignored Jenson for two weeks after Jenson told him that Santa wasn't real

Jenson calls Nico and Logan his blonde brats (neither of them like it but Jenson thinks it's funny)

Jenson tells the worst dad jokes in history and Logan stares at him. (He actually thinks they're funny but will never admit that)

Logan calls Nico 'Brittany' sometimes just to piss him off.

One time, a girl Logan was going out with called Jenson a dilf one, bc she didn't know he was his dad, and Logan almost threw up.

Jenson and Nico lost Logan at a race once when he was a kid and sent security out to find him. Logan was just sneaking food in the Mercedes garage.

Logan's favorite uncle is Sebastian.

Logan once hid Jenson's glasses from him because Nico told Jenson that he looked hot in them

When people ask Logan about his family, he stares at them like an owl until they go away.

Jenson took Logan fishing because, yk, 'American culture' and he found out he loved doing it with him

When Logan was younger, he used to hit Jenson every time he hugged or kissed Nico because "He's my dad, get away from him"

Little Logan was clingy to Nico which made Jenson a little jealous

Logan loved being carried by his dads when he was younger. But he preferred to be carried on Nico's hip and for Jenson to carry him on his back.

Logan used to take naps in the weirdest places and they've lost him many times because of it.

Jenson used to peel all Logan's fruits for him. He still does whenever he can get the chance.

Jenson and Logan once tried to make Nico breakfast but it ended with the smoke detector going off and about two ruined pans. Nico wouldn't let them in the kitchen for weeks afterwards.

Nico used to carry Logan everywhere and actually cried when he realized Logan was getting too big for him to do it anymore.

Jenson taught Logan how to ride a bike, but not without a busted knee and Nico smacking him upside the head for it.

They absolutely adore Logan's accent and the way he pronounces certain words

They make him say big words just to hear it in his accent.

Logan still naps in Nico's lap from time to time and Nico cries every time.

Logan used to sneak into his parents' room when he had a nightmare and would elbow Jenson in the ribs.

Nico had to comfort Jenson because he started bawling his eyes out when he found one of Logan's onesies from when he was a baby.

Logan still calls his dads some nights so they can talk him to sleep when he's having trouble.

Logan was one of those jealous kids that would get mad when he would see other kids around his dads.

Okay so this is the end but I'll probably make a pt2 with more young Logan and his dads because I have so many ideas.

#f1 #formula one rpf #nico rosberg #jenson button #jenson x nico #logan sargeant #headcanon #idk what else to tag #logan and his dads #lewis hamilton #princess cake

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skzstannie · 10 months ago

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“What about Ben?”

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member fem! reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~4,800 cw: reader has a panic attack and depression, Ben is ur lil bro

summary: your mom isn’t happy about your absence at your brother’s birthday party, but she takes her anger a step too far this time

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! I hope everyone has a blessed 2024! Part 2s for both the Felix and the Han fic are underway, so send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the tag list for either of them!

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"Mom, you know I can't just up and leave! What are you expecting me to do?"

You find yourself having the same conversation with your parents time and time again- they want you to come home, you can't come home, then they give you the silent treatment for a period of time until they want you to come home for something else.

It's mentally exhausting, having to deal with their constant negative remarks towards you job. You only do it for your little brother; him growing up without you is not in the cards for you. In fact, that's what this argument you're having with your mom is about this time.

"I expect you to put your family first for once in your life!" your mother yells back. You flinch, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"Mom, you know I wouldn't miss Ben's birthday unless I absolutely have to. I want to be there for him, I really do!" your words do little to convince her as she already has her mind made up about the type of person you are.

"This has happened one too many times. Missing the occasional family gathering is one thing, but it’s your brother's birthday." Her disgust easily wafts through the speaker of your phone, and you bite your lip to keep from absolutely lashing out at her.

Your parents were never understanding of your job. They always expected you to just pack up your bags and fly home for the smallest of things.

Your baby cousin said her first words? "Why aren't you here?"

Your little brother lost another tooth? "Why would you want to miss this important milestone?"

Your grandma got a new dog? "What kind of heartless person denies their grandparents?"

Over and over, you've been criticized for your job. You give them the same explanation each time, as it's the truth.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I want to be there; I really really do. It's just that-"

"Always with the excuses. Ya know what? I'm tired of the excuses," she pauses and your breath hitches in your throat.

"Ma?" your voice is choked up, and you find your lip wobbling from where it's pulled between your mouth.

Your mother sighs, her disappointment evident. "We're done with the excuses, Y/N. If you can't be here for us, I don't think this is going to work out."

You swear your heart stops upon hearing her words. "What do you mean?" the laugh you let out is far from humorous. It's desperate. "How could it not work out? I'm your daughter, there's nothing to work out. You're supposed to love me and care for me, unconditionally."

"You've crossed the line too many times. Don't try to spin this around and make me the bad guy. This is completely your fault, you and those stupid boys."

Your parents could talk trash about you all they want, but you never let them get away with saying stuff about your boys. "You can belittle me, argue with me, call me every name in your book, but I will not let you talk about the guys like that. They're my family, too," your almost able to catch yourself, but you realize your mistake far too late.

"Oh, yea? Well, if those guys are your family, why not spend the rest of your time with them, too. It’s not like you weren’t already planning to anyway. Spend your holidays with them, your birthdays with them. He’ll, what do you even need us for?”

Tears well in your eyes, a mix of anger and fear swelling deep in your gut. "Mom, you know that's not what I meant." You’re completely choked up, your words coming out just above a whisper in volume.

You've had fights, but they never go as far as this. Usually, your mom would've hung up by now, leaving you with nothing but radio silence for months on end.

As toxic as this is, she's your mom. You couldn't live this life without her. She's toxic now, using your vulnerability against you every chance she gets, but she wasn't always that way.

She was once a loving mother, one who packed your lunch every morning for school, sending you off with a kiss on your cheek. A mom who'd pay extra to get more of your school pictures so she could put them on her desk at work and in her car. She used to show her love for you as any mother does, but you havent felt that in so long.

The last time you were home was a little over two months ago, and not once did she hug you, kiss you, or even touch you. She was cold and emotionless towards you.

You should've seen it coming. All this tension building up for months on end, it was going to have to bottom out eventually.

As much as the above is true, the words that flew out her mouth next shocked you beyond belief, causing the tears to flow freely from your waterline.

"Don't come back home, Y/N. I'm serious. You've done too much damage to my family." There’s a beeping on the other end of the phone, and it drops from your shaking hand to the carpeted floor beneath you.

Don't come back?

You were always sorry, apology after apology leaving your lips when you had to miss something your family organized. You thought it'd be okay. Your mom would get over herself eventually, and you'd come home when the company allowed you to.

You pick up the phone, hands a trembling mess, and call back, praying for another chance to explain yourself. You’re met with an automated message, the robotic voice piercing your ear.

"I'm sorry, this customer is unavailable."

You hang up and call again. She wouldn't have blocked you. It was just a silly fight, right?

"I'm sorry, this customer is-" you hang up before the message finishes, throwing your phone onto the floor next to you.

Your sobs become audible, and your body crumbles onto the floor, your knees thankful for the soft surface the carpet provides. Your fingers claw at the skin around your eyes, looking for a relief from the emotional pain coursing through your body.

Red lines mark your face, leaving the areas tender and puffy.

Your heart constricts in betrayal.

How could she?

She raised you, gave birth to you. How was it so easy for her?

The thought of your little brother enters your jumbled thoughts, and your heart breaks further.

He’s only six years old, and he is the best little brother you could ever ask for. He loves with all his heart, and you are lucky enough to get to experience it, to be apart of that little circle he could wrap his arms around and squeeze with all his might.

The thought of never squishing his chubby cheeks again destroys you, and you're unable to express the amount of heartache you're feeling.

So you scream.

You scream loud, your emotions ripping through your throat like shards of glass through skin.

You’re too distraught to notice the door to your bedroom whipping open. Chan and Minho stand there in the doorway, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

They've never seen you like this before. They've never seen anybody like this before, actually. Your screams are manic as they bounce off the walls around you, echoing around the room.

Once their shock dies off, they rush over to you. Minho is gentle in his grip but firm as he pries your hands away from your face. He gasps when he sees the damage your nails have already done, your once soft features now blotchy with angry red streaks.

You continue to scream, your nails now digging into Minho's arm. Chan grabs you from behind, doing his best to soothe you out of your hysteria.

"Y/N, you have to calm down. Please, it's ok, shhh," he says, his hold around you tight in an attempt to give you some sense of security.

"What happened? Can you talk to us?" you ignore Minho.

They accept that you're too worked up too answer them, and they let you finish your episode, the two of them doing everything they can to try and soothe you.

The rest of the guys in the dorm stand in the doorway now, your cries too agonizing for them to ignore. Varying degrees of shock are spread across their faces as they watch.

Chan starts to mumble sweet words to you as you come out of your panic attack, your brain finally able to register your surroundings again.

“It hurts,” you whimper, chest aching. “It’s so hard to breathe.”

"It's ok, we're here," he repeats, his head pressed up against the side of yours.

"Tell us five things you can see right now," Minho says from beside you, his grip still tight around your sweaty hands.

Your voice is scratchy, your throat red and scarred from your screams, but you oblige, knowing this will help you ground yourself. "I see my alarm clock," your eyes scan your room, landing on the bright digital clock you have sitting on your bedside table.

"Good," he hums, "What else?"

Your eyes travel to the door and you see the scared faces of the rest of your members. You lock in on Felix, his hands clenched tightly in front of him as salty tears stream down his face.

"I see Felix," you whisper, the pain from your throat becoming more and more noticeable.

He nods his head. "Good, now three more things. What else do you see?"

You look to your opened closet, your eyes catching the way your clothes spill out of your messy dresser onto your floor. "I see my favorite hoodie. I see my curtains, and I see that stain on my wall."

"Perfect, Y/N. Take a few deep breaths now." You breathe with Minho, your erratic breaths eventually matching his steady ones.

Finally calmed down enough, you slump back into Chan's hold, completely exhausted from the panic attack.

The room is silent for a moment, all the guys letting you have a second to gather your bearings.

"What happened?" Changbin steps through the rest of the members, settling next to the three of you on the floor. The rest follow suit, some sitting on your bed and some sitting beside Changbin.

"It's my mom again. I don't even know, I think she like, kicked me out? Like, kicked me out of the family?" You're almost embarrassed to explain the situation. You don't know why, maybe in fear your members will think your mom's right. That maybe you have been missing too many family functions, and that you should’ve made more time for them.

"Y/N, that's awful," hums of agreeance come throughout the room, and Hyunjin's words help to reassure you. "You don't deserve that, not one bit."

"She's completely out of line. Nothing you did warranted this at all," Seungmin chimes in. He knows thoughts of uncertainty are swirling through your head, the gaslighting from your mother turning your thoughts to mush.

"What about Ben?"

"What about him? You know your mom's full of shit, and the minute you show up at her doorstep she'll welcome you in. She's bluffing," Changbin pipes up again, his shoulders tight with anger.

"I don't think she is this time."

~ ~ ~

It's another day, and you've spent it the exact same way you spent the last five- curled up in your bed with the lights off, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

Chan's come in to check on you periodically, but you’ve been alone for the most part.

The knock at your door alerts you from your sleepy state, and you call them in.

“Hey, I brought you some soup. Minho made it earlier today, and I figured you might be hungry,” Chan says, giving you a timid smile.

“Thanks, Chan, but I’m not really hungry right now. Can you just set it there?” You point to the little table you have at the end of your bed, “I’ll eat it later, I promise.”

Your phone starts to ring, and you gasp when you see who’s calling.

Dad

You pick up immediately, and you’re met with the distant yells of your parents. Confused, you ask, “Hello, Dad?”

“Sissy,” comes through. It’s Ben. His voice is small, and fear seeps through the speaker.

“Buddy, what’s wrong?” You keep your tears at bay, knowing you need to be strong for him. Chan sits down beside you when he hears the little voice you’re talking to, and he rubs your back in comfort.

“Mom and Dad are fighting again,” he sniffles, the microphone personifying every bit of his sadness. “I miss you, Sissy.”

“I miss you, more, buddy, but I don't think we're gonna be able to see each other for a while," you choke back sobs.

“But I miss you so much,” he’s crying harder now, and it’s hard to hold yourself together knowing he’s struggling like he is.

“I know, buddy, I know. I’m so sorry I missed your birthday, I couldn’t get a day off work,” you explain. Chan brings his finger up to your cheek, catching your tear before it’s able to fall from your cheek.

You hear Ben gasp, and your heart beat picks up. “Ben, is everything ok? What happened?”

“Mommy’s coming, and I have to go. She told me I couldn’t talk to you, but I stole Dad’s phone. Love you, sissy,” and he’s gone before you can even say it back.

Chan eventually leaves your side upon your request to be alone for a while. The soup beside your bed grows cold as your sadness overwhelms you once again.

~ ~ ~ "Alright, rise and shine!" you're awoken from your slumber by the bright light shining in from your window. You groan, throwing your pillow over your head to block the light. Your curtains hadn’t been opened in weeks, and you were planning on keeping it that way for as long as possible.

"Nope," the intruder says, ripping the pillow from off your face.

"We've allowed you to wallow in this room long enough. If we're not performing or doing an interview, you're laying in the dark in bed." Your eyes open, crusty and sore from the crying you did before falling asleep the night before.

Hyunjin's face paints your irises, his features full of determination.

"Time to get up." He throws your pillow back on the bed beside you, turning to walk out your door. "Oh, and pack a bag, we're flying somewhere today."

You shoot up in bed at that. "Nothing's on the schedule for today, so where are we going?”

‘Is it something I can get out of?’ is what you really want to say, but you keep it to yourself.

"It’s a surprise. Get up and get dressed, we leave in an hour," he finishes, closing the door behind him.

You slide out of bed, your limbs dragging your covers onto the floor. You don't bother picking them up, too tired to care about the messy appearance of your room.

You quickly get ready, throwing on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You pull your hair up into a ponytail, attempting to hide the grease that's accumulated over the past few days.

The ride to the airport is quiet and relatively peaceful. Everyone's happy to see you up and moving again, but the facade you've been putting on for the public has been washed away in your tired state, leaving your features drowsy. The dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your cheekbones sticking out more than usual. Your hair’s thinned a little, and your lips are cracked from your lack of hydration.

Through security and the rest of the way through the airport, you grip Jisung's arm, both of you needing the other's support in the overcrowded building.

Chan had explained to you that the managers wanted to start filming for the next SKZ Code a day early, fearing it might take longer than expected.

When you see the television next to your boarding terminal, your eyes practically bug out of your head.

Why would you be filming the next SKZ Code in your hometown?

That's the last place you want to go, your fight with your mom still fresh in your mind. You've been feeling the affects of it, her harsh words and actions sending you deep into a depressive episode.

Your members have noticed, trying their best to pull you from it, but nothing they did seem to work.

They can't begin to sympathize with you, none of them ever experiencing the kind of hurt you feel deep in your heart, wreaking havoc on your sanity. All they can do is offer you words of encouragement and love, assuring you that you still have a family, a very real one. While the nine of you may not be related by blood, the bond between all of you is strong.

They decided to take their efforts one step further, however, after seeing you begin to spiral. Your naps became longer and more frequent, often taking up most of the time you were supposed to be awake. You had been neglecting your self care routine, not even having enough energy to shower and brush your teeth most days.

Chan decided that enough is enough, so he convinced the managers to book you all a flight to your hometown to try and reconcile your family. As much as they wanted your mom out of your life, you were much more sane with her in it, and you needed your dad and your brother.

~ ~ ~

The flight was a success, everything going perfectly smooth.

You're now squished into the backseat of a car on the way to the house you'll all be staying at for the remainder of the filming.

The first thing you notice when pulling up into the driveway is how beautiful the house is. The front yard has the most angelic archways leading up to the house, with flowers lining the sidewalk and little statues spread about.

The house itself is amazing. Tall glass windows cover most of the front, the sunlight easily shining through, lighting up the front room.

The five of you- Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, I.N, and yourself- make your way into the house, and all of your previous worries disappear at the sight of the incredible interior. The walls are lined with expensive looking art, chandeliers hang from the tall ceilings, and the floors are marbled with white and gray.

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, and Seungmin went to the store in the other van. They said they needed to pick up some last minute essentials for your stay.

Little did you know, they were actually going to your parents house. Their hopes were to get your mother to forgive you, or at least be civil so you could have a conversation with her.

Unfortunately, their visit did not go as planned, and it ended with your mother threatening to call the cops on them if they didn't leave the property immediately. This, of course, did not deter Lee Know from giving her a piece of his mind. His outburst was in Korean, and the insults he threw at her were so quick she'd never be able to recall them to look them up in a translator.

As much as they wanted to stay, to defend you and help you get your family back, they knew they couldn't. Getting law enforcement involved was the last thing they needed, knowing their managers would immediately regret sending them on this short getaway.

So, with that, they went back to the house with anger embedded in their hearts. They didn't want to have to tell you the real reason you all came here. They didn't know how you would react. Would you be thankful they tried to help? Would you feel betrayed that they'd went to your home without permission? They didn't know, but it was time to face the music; there was no SKZ Code to film, and they had no shopping bags in hand, so the truth was going to have to come out.

"Y/N," Chan sighs as he plops down next to you on the couch. You're both seated in the sunroom, looking out at the lake that sits in the backyard.

He gets your attention, and you slide your phone in your hoodie pocket, turning your body to face him. "What's up?"

He hates that he has to be the one to bring up your family again. You look so peaceful, your face no longer contorted with sorrow and pain like it'd been for weeks now, but he knows he has to tell you. It’s only fair to you. "So, please don't get mad, but this whole thing may or may not have been just a setup for you to see your family again."

Your heart beats out of your chest at the mention of seeing your family again. "Really, when can we go?" Your excitement radiates off of you, and you quickly stand to your feet.

Chan grabs ahold of your sleeve and gently guides you back down next to him, his eyes filled with pity. "Well, when we said we were going shopping earlier, we actually went to your house," he pauses, his eyes scanning your features; your face is blank, the excitement from seconds ago long gone. "Your mom wasn't exactly appreciative of our presence, and she kicked us out. Said she'd call the cops if we didn't leave. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Your mind whirls with the information Chan just threw at you. "So, all of this," you gesture to your surroundings, "was for me? There's no SKZ Code?"

He shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on your arm, "No SKZ Code."

"And my mom still doesn't want to see me?"

He shakes his head again, slower this time. "I'm so sorry for doing this to you. I thought she'd be more open to talk to you, to us, but she wasn't. If I'd have known it'd end this way, I would've never done all this."

You sit there in silence, your gaze downcast. There's no sadness or anger in your heart, no tears welling up in your eyes. You expelled all the emotions you could over the past few weeks, and you've left yourself with nothing.

You stand, your only desire to go lay down on the plushy bed you found in one of the bedrooms when you were exploring earlier. As you walk away from Chan, he stops you.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I can come with you?"

"No thank you, I'll be fine," your voice is robotic as you decline his offer. You make your way to the room, climbing up the stairs to the second floor.

You're out like a light as soon as your head hits the feathery pillow, the day’s events catching up to you all at once.

~ ~ ~

You're rudely awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. You pull it out from your pocket, your eyes squinting at the brightness.

Your eyes widen at the contact name that appears on the screen.

Dad

You quickly press the answer button, scared if you wait too long the opportunity will disappear quicker than it showed up.

Your dad had always been a follower. He's the youngest of four siblings, so it was instinctual for him to do what they did. When he married your mom, he had been the same way. Whatever your mom said went.

Your dad loved you and your brother so much, with all his heart, but when your mom started to act up, he became distant. He was never mean to you; he just stopped calling one day, stopped texting. You knew it was because of your mom; a part of you thought he was scared of her.

The last few times you'd gone home, the tension between them was almost unbearable, but your dad always rolled with it. Essentially, he was your mom's very own punching bag. You felt bad for him, but only he had the power to do something about it. You certainly didn't want to say anything. You were already walking on eggshells with her, the last thing you wanted to do was upset her more.

You bring the phone up to your ear, a shaky 'Hello?' leaving your overly chapped lips.

"Hi, sweetie. It's Dad," his voice is as shaky as yours, and he sounds choked up.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"I can't do it anymore, Y/N. I cannot listen to her and let her treat you this way anymore."

Your heart breaks for him. All throughout your childhood they had been a happily married couple. The love they had for each other was immense.

"I'm getting a divorce, and I'm taking your brother with me."

Your heart is so conflicted. On one hand, this is the greatest news you've ever heard. You'll get your dad and brother back! On the other hand, you'd never wish divorce on anyone. While this experience would not be exceptionally hard for you, given your nonexistent relationship with your mom and the fact that you don't even live at home, it would certainly be hard for the people you love.

"After your band mates came and tried to talk some sense into your mother, it made me realize how blind I've been these past few years. She’s been so mean and cruel to you, and I just sat by and watched."

You don't know how your little brother will take it. Your mom has spoiled him with everything under the sun. This will surely devastate him.

Your dad, too, this can't be easy for him. You know it's not easy for him from the quiet sobs you hear on the other side of the phone.

You're not sure what to say as he continues to cry. "Dad-"

"Honey, please forgive me," he pleads, his voice cracking. "I've let your mom walk all over us for years now, and I'm so sorry."

"Dad, it's ok. It's not your fault."

He's quiet for a moment. "I have Ben at Grandma's house now. Can you come? He's crying so hard. It wasn't easy to leave, your mom put up a fight and was screaming. I think it scared him a bit."

"Yes, Dad, I will be there as soon as possible. I'm leaving now. Can you send me the address so I can give it to the driver?"

He sends the address and you hang up, promising you'll see him in just a few minutes.

You hurriedly put your shoes on and run down the stairs. All your members are sat in the living room, some video game lighting up the television.

"My dad’s getting a divorce, and he has my brother at my grandma's right now. I have to go see them," you quickly ramble out, looking in your purse to make sure you have everything.

The guys are stunned at your demeanor. They haven't seen you move with such determination in weeks.

"I'm coming with you," Chan says matter-of-factly, standing from the sofa to put his shoes on.

"Chan, you don't have-"

"I want to. I just want to make sure everything's alright," he sighs at the look you give him, your eyes boring into his. "I'll even stay in the car."

You roll your eyes at that, but you don't fight him. You suppose it doesn't really matter if he's there; you just want to see your family again.

~ ~ ~

One short car ride later and you're jumping out of the car, the seatbelt flinging back against the door. Your brother waits for you on the porch, the biggest smile gracing his lips.

You sprint at him, swinging him off his feet and embracing him tightly. "I've missed you sissy!" he cheers, his little arms wound tight around your neck. His tears have dried since your phone call with your dad, leaving little streaks down his cheeks.

"I've missed you more, Bubby," you tell him, thankful to have him in your arms again. Your eyes crinkle as your mouth splits into the biggest smile.

Your dad comes outside upon your arrival and wraps the two of you in a hug, giving you a tight squeeze. His eyes meet Chan's over your shoulder, who decided to step just outside of the car.

'Thank you,' your dad mouths to Chan, giving him a grateful smile.

‘Thank you’ for what? Chan wasn’t exactly sure. Bringing you to him? He’d do it a million times over. Taking care of you? He’d never let you struggle without him by your side.

Chan gives him a thumbs up in reply, just happy to see you happy again.

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honeipie · 4 months ago

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CHICK-FLICKS!

eijiro kirishima x fem!reader

synopsis: eijiro was given a tip on a way into your heart

“what are you watching?”

you looked behind the couch to see eijiro leaning himself against it. the sound of uncomfortable groaning came from the television. you grabbed the remote to pause the movie.

"bridesmaids!.. have you never seen it?"

kirishima raised both eyebrows still looking at the screen.

"i think i would've remembered a girl taking a massive dump in the sink"

turning to the television you tilted your head.

"she is taking a massive dump isn't she?" you went to find the remote again "sorry about that. sometimes i forget what i'm watching can be weird since i've seen it so many times. i'll watch it in my room"

he placed a hand over yours to stop you from turning it off.

"whoa! i never said to turn it off. i'm invested now" he hopped over the couch settling in next to you "so what is braidsmaids and what does it have to do with shitting in a sink?"

"well when you put it like that it sounds horrible" you gave him an innocent look making him smile "but it's about this one girl who's friend is getting married and she's doing her best to help plan it. but then this other girl swoops in and acts like she's that girl's best friend so it just makes the original best friends plans look all stupid and messed up so-" you stopped taking notice to the look on his face. the lights were on, but nobody was home "you don't understand a single thing i'm saying to you right now do you?" he rubbed the back of his neck a sheepish smile forming on his lips.

"nah, i'm sorry. i got lost after that one girl.. who was the girl.. who isn't her best friend?"

"don't hurt yourself" taking the remote you rewinded the movie back to the beginning.

"you don't have to do that! i probably would've gotten it eventually!"

you shook your head "nope! you are going to experience everything this amazing movie has to offer" so you settled back into the couch making sure to place your bowl of treats between you.

"oh! i forgot to warn you. the first scene is a little.. much"

but kirishima wasn't watching the screen all too much. he had his crimson eyes subtly gazing at you every chance that he got. the boy had a major crush on you, but wasn't sure how to get an in. every time he tried to start up a conversation with you, he wouldn't know what to say, which would end up with mina coming over to save his ass. that was until mina gave him some pointers.

"listen dude. you can't keep freezing up around her like you’re kaminari after he short circuits" she imitated the boy making him laugh until he realized she was insulting him.

"hey! it's not my fault! every time she looks at me i just want to give her a kiss. a really long kiss"

"ooookay lover boy. let me help you out. i'll list out things that she likes then you can say what you can connect with her on" mina got up and started walking back and forth in her room. she started listing everything that you loved "those cute farming games, crochet, watching chick-flicks.."

kirishima snorted as she said the last one.

"what is a chick-flick?"

"it's like a movie that is made quote unquote 'for women' but everybody should watch them cause they're freaking amazing"

he thought for a good moment. watching movies seemed to be the easiest (and quickest) thing to learn about.

"okay, i'll talk to her about these flicks"

"even better" mina sat next to him with a smile "every friday night when the class goes to those weekly karaoke nights, she stays home and watches them in the common room. she calls it her 'recharging time'"

kirishima nodded with a smile.

"looks like i'm clearing my plans for friday"

He went to say something but stopped hearing the disgruntled moans coming from the screen.

"y/n! what the hell are we watching?"

"that's not fair! i told you that the beginning was a lot!"

the two of you made light conversation throughout the movie. him asking questions, and you asking if he liked it so far. by the end, the two of you were in a fit of giggles as the credits rolled.

"see? i told you that it was a good movie!" you moved to face him fully.

"ok, that was pretty funny. the real question is though, are all chickflicks this good?"

"uhh yeah!" you squinted your eyes at him curiously before putting your hand out "what about this. you come back for the next couple of fridays and i'll show you just how good they can be"

kirishima looked down at your hand with a wide grin. he took it in his giving it a shake “deal” you both let the handshake linger for a couple seconds longer before hearing the door.

letting go of his hand you smiled seeing iida and mina come through the door “hey! we decided to come home early. everything okay?” she asked raising her eyebrows subtly at kiri. he gave her a smile and nodded over at the television.

“everything’s fine. we’re just watchin’ a movie”

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a-mint-bear · 5 months ago

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Boss Lady Has a House Spouse

Female Yandere x Reader

You've been a stay-at-home partner for about six months. Your long-time girlfriend is a CEO at a big corporation. A quick trip to her office, and you find out she acts A LOT differently in front of her employees.

• After your job suddenly fell through and a long, unfruitful job hunt later, your girlfriend suggested that (if you wanted to and it was okay with you, of course) you could stay home and look after things since she worked such long hours.

● She makes more than enough money for the two of you to live comfortably and you have a really nice place together. You've started cooking more and learning new recipes, and your place isn't so big that cleaning takes forever. You have lots of time to pursue your hobbies and be creative. It's a nice life and the two of you are really happy together.

• You and your girlfriend had been together for a long time, and had known each other even longer. She was super affectionate and she loved to spoil you. When she came home, the first thing she always did was bury her face in the crook of your neck, telling you through so many kisses how much she missed you. She was always loving on you and hanging all over you whenever she got the chance.

• She would lay her head on your lap when you watched movies together, and more than a few times you dozed off with your head on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. She loved sitting in your lap and pulling you into hers, and kissing you no matter the time or place. She was not shy about PDA either. Sometimes, it felt like a lot, but it was all so... genuine. She really loves you so much and you think of her as the love of your life, even if you can get a little shy about things from time to time.

• One day, you realized after she'd gone to work that she'd left the lunch you'd made her on the counter. You wondered if she would mind it if you just showed up as a surprise, and laughed to yourself at the sheer domesticity of the situation. You hoped you wouldn't embarrass her in front of her employees. You made sure you looked nice before leaving the house.

• There were some office workers going through the lobby when you came in. They must've been going out to lunch themselves. They approached you, curious about who you were there for or if they could help you find your way around. When you told them, they seemed... surprised? A few of them chatted amongst themselves while you shot her a text that you were there. They were talking pretty softly, but you still heard every word.

"Wait, I recognize them from the picture on Boss's desk. They're kinda cute. Poor thing. I can't imagine living with the Ice Queen."

"You're right! I mean, at least she's hot. Otherwise, it'd be a nightmare working for that sadist."

"Oh shit, man. If she heard you, you know you'd be working overtime. Again."

• They laughed to themselves, and it pissed you off a little. One of the other employees was trying to strike up a friendly conversation with you, but you just couldn't pay attention. You supposed it was normal to have a crap relationship with your boss, but to say that stuff in earshot of you, they had some serious balls. Before you could say anything, she was there.

• You heard her heels before you saw her. She popped out of the elevator, glancing around the lobby until she spotted you. She looked amazing in her work clothes, as usual. Well-fitting with a pencil skirt that hugged her curves just right. Every time you saw her you felt like the luckiest person in the whole damn world.

• "Hi sweetie." She smiled, so warm and dazzling it made your heart race just seeing her. She didn't pay any mind to her employees and made a beeline for you. "I'm so sorry you had to come all this way..."

• You told her it was fine, that you didn't mind at all. And that you both know she'd work through lunch if you didn't pack it for her. She laughed (a sweet and giddy giggle she often did when you teased her), and you could see all her employees' eyes go wide.

• She held your face, kissing you so soft and tenderly that you literally felt weak in the damn knees. "I'll see you tonight, love. I want to take you out as a nice thank you. Do you want my card? You can go get yourself a new date night outfit if you want. You know I'll love anything you wear..."

• You knew she'd pout if you said you'd just wear something of yours, so you said that was nice of her and you were looking forward to it. She kissed you again, and you could see her employees looking a bit flustered. She leaned and whispered (but not really) in your ear...

"Why don't you pick out something for me too?" Her low, sultry voice gave you goosebumps. "Something you'd love to see me in... for a little bit, at least."

• You laughed, your face on fire at that point. You were used to her PDA but she still found ways to fluster you every now and then. You might've been mistaken, but you swore she glared at her employees when she finally looked away, still holding you close. Maybe she was just annoyed the little "private" moment had such an audience. But nonetheless, they were whispering amongst themselves as they scattered, seeming unnerved. She looked satisfied and planted one more kiss (on the cheek this time) and told you to have a nice rest of your day.

• The employees you'd met in the lobby did end up working some mandatory overtime for the next few nights. The one she'd seen chatting you up got a week of it. Gossip traveled fast about how the Boss' partner made her a lovesick, flirty mess (with everyone who wasnt there VERY skeptical about that), and that they were strictly off-limits if you didn't want her coming down on you.

● There were a few brave idiots who tried to joke about it with the Boss to razz her a little, to try and make her seem more human and relatable. One poor soul even snickered when they saw her smile when you texted her. One of the lobby witnesses talked crap to a horrified group, saying that they found your number and wondered if they should text you, bragging that they could steal you away. He seemed spooked the next day but wouldn't talk about it.

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more of just a straight-up posessive yandere than a "scary" one, but im not sure if she made you lose your job and/or sabotaged your job hunt, or if she's just secretly happy you're all hers now but would never tell you. maybe for another story 🤔

this header isn't quite what i had in my brain, i imagine her as chubbier but when you look up "anime curvy business woman" the only results you get are huge chests lol. not even hips to match

but it kind of looks like the other boss lady pic from the Yandere Girls post so i went with it (like the hair maybe?)

there's two boss ladies in my brain: one that flirts with her employee and loves to fluster them because she's obsessed with them, and this one where they're domestic as hell and super soft. i don't think they can be one person, realistically

unless you used to work for her after her starting to obsess over you and now you're domestic as hell. could be *shrugs*

its really hard to find art of professional anime ladies in business clothes w/o their cleavage just being out there and making me feel like a weird perv editing it for the header. like SO damn difficult lol too ace for that shit

Boss Lady might get a name if people like her/if she gets a longer story

#she would never abuse her authority #of course not #female yandere x gn! reader #she's not a bad boss #but yanderes gonna yandere i suppose #yandere girl #yandere #female yandere #female yandere x y/n #female yandere x reader #Boss Lady #the editing is acting wonky so if it posts with funky formatting ignore it til i fix it lol #yandere x reader #minty writing

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lieslab · 6 months ago

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Mess is mine

Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: After missing for a couple of weeks, Seungmin comes back home to find you struggling with an anorexic relapse.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.7K

Trigger warning: Mentions of food, diets, weight loss and weight gain, starvation, counting calories, and body dysmorphia.

A/N: We're back on track with requests. Food and eating disorders are really mentally draining and ugh. They're really awful to deal with. I'm sorry to anyone who has to deal with them on the regular because they suck major ass. I always say it and I'll say it again, please be gentle with yourselves <3

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You can’t see some illnesses and that’s just how it is. A person can look entirely normal to your face. Everything appears perfectly fine, but a smile can always be fake. Hidden beneath the skull, mental illness can bury themselves into the warm crevices of your brain far, far, far away from sight.

Locked and drilled into you, how do you separate yourself from your mental illness? How do you keep it away from swallowing you and devouring you whole? How do you fight it before your mental illness claims your soul?

Food was something you always struggled with. How amusing it must be to some people. How could you have a battle with something that every person needed to nourish their body? How did that happen?

It wasn’t hard when you grew up in a world where models and actors and actresses were eye level in the store. The bold and accusatory titles had been ingrained in your head since you were younger.

Some actress caught swimming at the beach had gained a bit of a stomach. Check out the interview with the Victoria’s Secret model who swore off sugar and went on strict diets for the upcoming famous Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Check out how this latest up and coming actor dropped a massive amount of weight for his new role.

With everything at your fingertips, it wasn’t hard to find a parent’s worst nightmare. Tips on Tumblr for how to starve yourself. Reddit threads about how people lost weight and kept it off. Insane and unsustainable diets that were sure to cause you to crash and burn.

It wasn’t a surprise when you fell victim to an eating disorder. A silent struggle that you always thought about any time a bite of food came near you. How many calories was in this and that?

Did salt and pepper add more calories to your food? Maybe you should eat your salad plain and without dressing because calories count in every little thing. With your own brain against you, you were driving yourself mad until you thought you would burst and on and on it went and then…and then you met Seungmin.

It’s not another person’s job to fix you, but when Seungmin found out, he helped you the best that he could. He took you outside on walks every now and then, so the two of you could talk. On the days you admitted that you didn’t have breakfast or lunch, he made you nutritious snacks.

The beginning was the most difficult thing in the entire world. You remember the salted taste of the soup he made for you one day. The recipe was out of your hands and he didn’t tell you what it was. You silently freaked out in the bathroom because you didn’t know how many calories you consumed.

A hundred calories was basically five hundred and five hundred might as well be a thousand, plus a few hundred. It’s a sticky situation that’s hard to get out of.

However, you knew this inner battle couldn’t go on forever. You knew you had to try and fight and you were jealous. You were jealous of the people who ate what they desired and stayed around the same weight. You hated that you didn’t have the same mindset as them, so you tried.

You tried to keep the same mindset and you were brave. You ate the dessert after dinner, you ate the snack between lunch and dinner, and you ate breakfast. You didn’t realize you had gained weight until you finally stepped on the bathroom scale.

The next day, Seungmin left for Japan. It was only a few weeks that they’d be doing promotions. When the band came back to Korea, they’d be getting ready for another comeback. Seungmin wouldn’t have time for you and you were grateful because this was a mess and you needed to fix it.

Weeks later, you didn’t realize that Seungmin had let himself into your apartment. You came home from work utterly exhausted and defeated. You pushed the door open to your bedroom and stumbled inside.

Seungmin was in the kitchen and he had helped himself to the items in your kitchen. He was preparing the two of you a snack when the front door opened. He dusted off his hands and began to head towards your room.

Too distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t hear his footsteps as he approached your bedroom. You bent down to tug off your work shirt and ripped it over your head. Your work pants soon followed and during that time, Seungmin’s heart dropped.

Through the setting sunlight, he could make out the ridges in your spine. He was able to count your ribs again. You grabbed an oversized shirt and shimmied into it. The cotton baby blue hung down to your mid-thighs.

You didn’t bother with a pair of pants as you dropped back onto the bed. Still unaware of Seungmin’s presence, you pulled out your phone and shot him a text. He was supposed to be home today, but you didn’t know when and asked for clarification.

When a notification bell came from the hall, you jerked up in shock. Your eyes were wide as Seungmin stood in the hallway. You hated that the first thing you noticed was the disappointment in his eyes.

Body dysmorphia was a very scary and real thing. You were starving yourself. The skin was stretched tight over your bones. Carved out cheekbones and a perfectly sharpened jaw completed your face. You struggled to force your eyes to meet him.

“Seungmin, I-”

“Why?” He got out softly as he approached you. His hands gently reached out and he grabbed your hips. The padded flesh had melted away. The comforting feeling was left jagged and unnatural. “When was the last time you ate?”

“I can explain, I-”

“You relapsed. You relapsed and you didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

The tears filled your eyes before you could stop them. Your voice fell out shrill. “I-I’m sorry, but you were busy and I-”

He pulled you into his arms and wrapped them around you. “You’re not and you’d never be a bother to me. I don’t care if I’m up in the air and halfway around the world or a few countries over. I’m your boyfriend and I don’t want you to suffer alone. I know this is hard and scary, but please don’t shut me out.”

“I-I-” Your voice cracked as it wavered. “I didn’t mean to. I gained weight and it wasn’t that much, I know, but it felt like I suddenly gained a thousand pounds. I just wanted to lose a few more and I-”

Seungmin’s sudden warm squeeze cut you off. You shut your eyes and put your head on his shoulder. In the very beginning of your relationship, you had struggled with things like this before. It was never easy to be vulnerable with another person.

You were his entire world and he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone. He sucked in a deep breath and inhaled the familiar scent of your body. You were his home for months now and you always would be.

It was finally washing over you that this was a battle that was greater than you. Sometimes we can’t fight battles on our own and sometimes it’s better to ask for help rather than suffer in silence.

There’s a weariness and fear in being vulnerable, but there’s a warmth and a light in some people. Some people will do anything in the entire world to try to make you feel better. They’d set themselves on fire to keep you warm if they had to.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know,” you finally admitted.

Seungmin pulled away and looped his hands through yours. “Come on,” he tugged you towards the kitchen. Your feet remain rooted to the ground and fear began to bubble in your stomach again.

“Please don’t worry. I made us a small snack and I promise you, you won’t gain weight from it. You need something in your system, so you don’t pass out. What if you passed out in the shower? Do you really want paramedics oogling over your moist and naked body?”

A smile began to tug at the corners of your lips. “You know that I hate that word a lot. It’s such a disgusting word and I-”

“Oogling or moist?”

“Both.”

“That’s just too bad. Come on, we have a lot to catch up on. Just wait until I tell you what the guys and I did. Come on, go faster! I got on pinterest while away and found the cutest little snack inspirations and I made them!”

You smiled softly as you let him lead you to the kitchen. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t too often that Seungmin could be so soft. It made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Ta-dah! Do you like them? I think they’re very cute. I’d say that you can pick yours, but this one is mine. I made it and it reminds me of Lee Know.”

Your heart melted as you found a piece of toast on a plate. Seungmin gently pushed the porcelain plate towards you. It was so cute, you thought you might cry.

A thin layer of peanut butter had been spread over the toast. The scent of bananas still lingered in the air. He had applied a small slice of banana to each top corner. Another banana slice sat perched in the middle of the toast. Two raisins placed above them created eyes and another raisin on the middle banana slice created a tiny button nose.

“It looks like a bear, right? I thought it was cute. Sometimes you like to sleep a lot and it reminded me of hibernation and bears. This one is mine,” he pointed to his own slice of toast, “it’s a cat.”

Two blueberries sat in the middle of the peanut butter toast for eyes. A single strawberry had been cut up. Two triangular speckled slices sat on each corner to create ears. Tiny snips of strawberry were placed along another smaller slice of strawberry for whiskers.

“You know what dogs do to cats?”

Before you could respond, he grinned and took a huge bite out of the toast.

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years ago

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premeditated | i. yoichi + i. rin

✭ tags ; cucking, like explicit cucking, isagi cucking rin, praise + soft dom isagi, rin having horrible realizations, this is all very consensual rin just many psychological problems, fem + afab!reader, petnames, voyeurism. 18+

✭ wc ; 2.4k

✭ a/n ; do you ever feel so consumed with a single thought you can't stop thinking about it until its Out Of You.

✭ synopsis ; rin lets isagi fuck you. isagi likes seeing you squirm.

Rin doesn't know why he agreed to this.

Watching you now, embarrassed as you shimmy out of you shorts and let Isagi see you partly naked, Rin doesn't know whats going through his head. He doesn't know if he ever will.

His relationship to Isagi has always been a complicated affair. The suggestion of Isagi fucking his girlfriend had been brought up in jest. But not really. Because Rin knows how Isagi looks at you like he wants to steal you from Rin's grasp. Typical of an egoist, of a striker.

Rin hates to lose. He hates things that are lukewarm. He hates his brother for being such a dick and he hates Isagi for looking at you like that. He hates it for so many reasons.

He can't bring himself to hate you, though. Maybe that's part of the problem. It's easier to push the responsibility onto someone else when it comes to stuff like this, but he can't do that with you. You had asked so many times if he was fine with the idea.

Not immune to Isagi's goading, Rin had agreed in the end. For reasons he's not interested in exploring.

Isagi is different to him. This is obvious, always - made apparent to anyone who's seen them in the same room. Rin knows this and he doesn't care. He's a better player than Isagi where it matters.

It doesn't change the fact that they're different. It becomes obvious when he watches Isagi watch you - as he's seated in a chair across the room with his arms crossed. It's unmistakable that Isagi is directing most of his attention you, wearing a friendly smile to help ease your nerves.

But he's looking at Rin, too. Rin notices. He couldn't not notice even if he tried.

Isagi sits on the edge of the bed and waits for you to get undressed to your comfort. You take off your shorts first, then your top - and the set you're wearing is matching. Isagi whistles. Rin grits his jaw. This is stupid.

"Woah," Isagi says, breathless - all the air knocked out of his lungs "Look at you,"

There's a shock of pride that threads through him that Rin doesn't dare express. He does watch on as you flush, his eyes fixed on your expression. You seem shy, almost, at the attention. Isagi notices too, then smiles at you. It's warm and friendly, and Rin doesn't know why it's fucking with him the way it is.

"I mean it," Isagi affirms, reaching out for your hand. He kisses your knuckles, a warbly smile on his face that has you blinking at him slowly "You're really pretty,"

"Oh uhm," You glance at Rin, then back to Isagi "Thank you, Isagi."

"Yoichi," He corrects and your eyes go wide.

"Oh. Thats,"

"You can't?" Isagi offers. It catches you off guard. He's teasing you. Rin does it too, sometimes. When he can't swallow his affection for you, Rin will tease you. Just sometimes, when he can manage.

"It's," You flush like you don't know what to say "Sorry, I'm just embarrassed."

"That's okay," Isagi says, and he means it because he has no intention to be anything but nice to you "Just focus on me."

You look worried, ashamed. You glance at Rin and his expression is the same. Unreadable. You almost seem disappointed and something about that is stifling.

"Okay,"

It's unusual. You're not meek, ever. You pick fights with Rin just fine. You're always straight about your advances and your feelings. There's gaps to fill and you do so without any effort. With Isagi you're flush and nervous. Isagi anchors you, his hand coming around the back of your thigh. He squeezes the skin of your body gently, his hands traveling up. At your hip, putting his thumb in the waistband of your panties.

You squirm, and he brings you a little closer to him. You end up straddling one of his thighs. Rin doesn't know where to look. He feels like a voyeur of a relationship that doesn't exist. He doesn't know if he should feel angry or not.

No. He knows that he should, and he does - but not for the right reasons. Not even close to the right reasons.

He doesn't know how to manage the distinct feeling of lust inside of his stomach, burning through his body so rapidly it blindsides him. A knot in his stomach like he'll be sick. Isagi often talks to Rin like he knows something he doesn't and it never fails to anger Rin.

But right now, his eyes are so stuck on what's happening in front of him he can't breathe. Insecurity and shame and anger and sheer unadulterated desire coil themselves on his insides like vines. He doesn't have the courage to move, stuck in his chair. Isagi is tender. He touches you with a kind of affection Rin can't imagine expressing that easily.

And you keen. You hiccup and let Isagi touch you in whatever way he wants. It's permissive. Isagi kisses you and encourages you to kiss him back and Rin stares. He stares so long and so hard he doesn't know what to do.

For some unknown reason, Rin feels hot. He feels like his skin is burning up. It's almost nauseating to know it's something he can feel. You let Isagi sit you on his hard cock, obvious bulge in the loose pants he where. His eyes trickle down to where your bodies meet.

"So pretty," Isagi says, enthusiastic "Feels like my lucky day."

You whimper, almost and Isagi laughs. He whispers something into your ear that Rin only catches after. It travels in the air and falls in his lap.

"Lets let him see," He suggests. Your eyes widen but even in your hesitance, you trust Isagi. So, Isagi turns you around. You face Rin, suddenly - and everything is too much. He can stop this at any time. He knows that because you spent twenty minutes fussing. It's too much to know that. To know any of ths.

He doesn't move. Isagi looks at him, very seriously and says one thing.

"Don't move. Pay attention,"

To which can only really respond with "Fuck you."

But he can hear it too. It's effecting him. He hates how much, hates feeling it stir deep down in a place he'd never reach alone. If it were anyone else, Rin would be seeing red. He'd kill them for even suggesting it.

But it's Isagi, who glances at Rin with neither disdain or pride. It's not outright bullying. It's not the sort of egoism Rin is used too. It distinctly Isagi in nature. It reminds him a lot of Sae, in a way that's too twisted for him to examine.

His breath hitches, and Isagi hums. He cups your tits in his hands and squeezes them together, nose nudging your shoulder. Rin watches him grope you. You squirm in his lap while it happens and close your eyes - moan pretty and soft.

"Did you do what I asked you too?" Isagi offers. Your eyes flutter open. You look at Rin then look away.

"...Yeah. Was kinda embarassing," You say. Isagi laughs.

"Thank you for preparing yourself," He offers, so painfully sincere that you look giddy and Rin doesn't know what to do thinking about it. You touched yourself in the shower, waiting for this "I want to take my time with you but if I draw it out too long, well,"

He stares at Rin, this time. Smirks. Rin doesn't know what the fuck to do with himself. He doesn't know why he agreed to it. He's almost blinded with jealousy and anger, despite himself. He's forced to reconcile with how much he loves you in the worst way. He's forced to acknowledge that it's only Isagi that could ever get this far. Rin doesn't even want to think about that part of it.

"Don't think it would go well, is all," Isagi says, sounding so fucking smug. Rin seethes.

He watches, in spite of it.

Isagi is careful as he takes your panties off your legs. You let him. You're wet. It's all Rin can think of. It's so visible, cunt dripping with arousal and preening with need. Isagi gets an eyeful and looks stunned, his arm curled around your waist with a hand traveling between your legs. He toys with your clit, rubs your pussy with skillful hands.

You moan and Isagi grins all to himself.

"I feel lucky I get to do this once in my life," He admits. You laugh, so bubbly and so bright. Isagi makes you comfortable.

"You're so lame." You offer, affectionate. Rin grips the handle of his chair. It aches. Every one of his nerves his on fire. He wonders if this is some shitty nightmare his heads come up with to torment him.

Isagi grins up a little, turning your chin to kiss you.

"I'm happy, that's all. You're really cute. I like it,"

"Stop complimenting me," You whine, and it's true.

"Why?" Isagi asks. He lifts you enough to pull his cock out and it takes more will not to look than Rin would ever hope. "He doesn't compliment you? You've been dating for a while, yknow?"

Being addressed after having been ignored gives Rin whiplash. He opens his mouth to say something, but it falls closed as Rin looks at you. Despite the situation, you look like you love Rin and you mean it. It chokes him up. It drives him up a wall to know that.

And it dawns on him for the first time in his life, it's him who needs you and not the other way around.

"He's not the verbal type," You say. It's not a complaint. You're not even angry or upset. It's warm, affectionate "So I'm not used to it,"

"Wow," Isagi says, pushing the tip of his cock through your folds - slick. You moan, loud and shameless as it nudges your clit "You're so sweet."

"Yoichi," And something in Rin shatters. If it's shame or control, he has no idea - but it's psychological and tender. A nerve struck, bleeding and raw and sensitive to the touch.

And Isagi knows. He might've known the whole time. Rin is furious, seeing white. Worse, he's so fucking worked up it's driving him crazy - a feeling he can usually only access completely alone or with you but never any time else. He feels like he's being swept under a massive tide, sea water pulling him. Saltwater in his lungs, drying his skin.

Isagi, much like how he plays, has orchestrated that from the very beginning. Rin realizes too late that he never changes. This series of events is intentional and well-timed. Isagi brings out sides in people no one else ever sees. It's his ego to do so.

Rin feels his cock twitch against his legs.

He's never deluded himself. You're close with a lot his teammates. It's how you met. Isagi is no exception. It's natural to see this, almost. Isagi lets out a quiet grunt as he ease his cock into you so slowly. You gasp like you've been hit, then it tapers off into a broken moan. Isagi shudders, his whole body going taut. Isagi spouts off a long line of curses and praise and you tremble relentlessly as he eases his way inside.

"Oh, Yoichi."

"Feel okay?" Isagi asks, thoughtfully. You nod and Rin stares at the hand Isagi has on your waist "Good girl."

You whimper, shamefully, at the pet name. Isagi starts to move, and room fills with a wet sound. You moan and moan and moan, and Isagi praises you just for existing. He expresses himself concisely and you twitch, clench at nothing when he pulls out and pushes back in on repetition. Rin watches. He doesn't feel like he can do anything but watch on.

Isagi notices, half-way. Before you're too fucked out, he calls for you and you respond pliantly.

"Tell him to touch himself," Isagi suggests. Your eyes widen. Rin feels like a deer caught in headlights "He'll get mad if I do it." He says, observationally. Rin seethes.

"Rin," Your voice is sweet. Beyond gentle and warm and so loving despite it all "It's okay if you want to enjoy yourself," You offer, like you know. Rin swallows something, the growing itch. It burns. He feels feverish with it.

It buries him. Touching himself is humiliating in this instance. He's watching the only person he's ever loved in his life get fucked so adoringly by someone else. By Isagi, who has taken much more from him than this.

The catharsis is horrifying. It's nauseating but Rin doesn't stop it. He doesn't want to stop you.

You get taken apart slowly. Blissful and needy, Isagi is responsive to you. It's clear you feel good. Rin has a hand at the base of his shaft stroking upwards. He's so worked up.

And it's not just you feeling pleasure, but everything. Every element of this is driving Rin to his breaking point.

"Tell him how good it feels," Isagi suggests almost innocently. You're too fucked out to process it.

"Feels so good, Rin. Feels so nice,"

"Yeah? I bet it does," Isagi says with a huff, not ceasing to thrust up into your cunt with an almost malicious force and deceptively sweet words "You take it so well,"

"Really?"

Rin has to stop himself from cumming when you seek Isagi's approval.

"Really. Take it so nice. You feel s-so incredible. It'd be a shame to only feel it once, don't you think? You should ask your boyfriend if I can have you some other times too. When I win, maybe."

You whine and thrash. You're going to cum soon, and Isagi encourages you. Goads you even further. Calls Rin your boyfriend and doesn't even bother acknowledging him.

"Yoichi," You say, shaking and gasping and holding on for dear life. His cock twitches "I-I'm gonna, it's,"

"Wanna feel you cum for me. Shh, it's okay," Isagi reassures.

He can't do anything but watch. Stare at your silhouette as Isagi fucks you through an intense orgasm that has you almost going limp. Isagi shallows his thrusts and praises you so relentlessly and Rin feels his cock twitch in his hand. Feels something spill into his fingers, hto and white, as horror dawns on him a minute too late.

Isagi stills. He hasn't finished. He kisses your shoulder and looks at Rin across the way. Without asking him, Isagi directs his words to you.

"Think you can give me one more?"

Isagi knows what you'll do. Predictably, you ask Rin. With big, watery eyes and pure need.

"Can I?"

Isagi grins wildly. Rin's answer comes out as a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah. You can."

#writing tag #bllk x reader #isagi smut #itoshi rin smut #bluelock smut #isagi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #this is insane. im so sorry. i dont know how this happaened #wow. what happened to me

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creepswrites · 28 days ago

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Hi, I just read your hcs about reader struggling with anxiety and depression, it was really great! I am also sorry you're going through tough times rn, I really really hope you'll feel better soon. Tbh I've been going through something myself and reading the Sinclair brothers' hcs, it reminded me of an idea I've wanted to eequest for a long while. I would like to request for the Siclair brothers (separately) x gn!reader headcanons where the reader struggles with mental health issues, but since they don't really leave Ambrose they can't get to their medication. How would they approach the brothers about it, would they hide it, how would the brothers react, you know.

Of course you can work on this when you feel like it, if you're not feeling like it with what's going on in your life. Or scrap the idea altogether, or add whoever you want. Thank you so much for letting me get my thoughts out tho <3 You are valid. You are loved. You are seen.

thank you for the kind wishes, i do appreciate it :) i tried to keep this relatively inclusive as to what exactly reader is suffering from but some stuff may be a lil specific. and don't worry, writing helps distract me so i'm happy to do this <3

SINCLAIR BROTHERS x GN! READER WHO NEEDS THEIR MEDICATION

BO SINCLAIR

You absolutely tried to hide it at first. How could you not?

Bo wasn't exactly... understanding about that kind of thing

I mean, you've seen how he acts with Vincent sometimes and thats his own brother. You don't want to imagine how he'd treat you if he knew...

But you knew the longer you went without your prescriptions, the more difficult things would get

It started small. Your moods would change randomly and very drastically - one extreme to another or you'd have trouble sleeping or oversleeping or - your least favorite - you'd lash out at one of the brothers for seemingly nothing

Bo noticed. He didn't say anything about it because he assumed that, if it was that important, you'd tell him

So when you had a full on meltdown on the kitchen floor one afternoon, he was blindsided

He had no idea it'd gotten this bad and, unfortunately, his first reaction was to get mad at you. He yelled at you, tried to get you to pull yourself together. After all, if you had been suffering, you would've told him! Right...?

It's not until your crying abruptly stops that he realizes he fucked up. You shut down on him, near catatonic as he tries to apologize

He's scared. And when he's scared, he lashes out. You know that. It still doesn't make it hurt less

The brothers agree that there needs to be regular trips made so you can get your medication. Lester offers to take you since he's the one who goes to town the most anyways

You and Bo get into an argument about it once or twice because he doesn't understand why you wouldn't tell him

His heart breaks a little when you tell him you didn't think he'd believe you or would look at you differently for it

He reassures you that no, never. He totally understands the moodswings, the angry episodes you have, those things

Once you're on your meds again, you two promise that if anything major like this happens for either of you, that you can always lean on each other

Bo takes time getting there but he grows to understand you and figure out how best to help you!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

You tell Vincent pretty early on that you need medication

While you don't give him many specifics as to why, you tell him that life will be better for all of you if you keep taking them

At first he's a little apprehensive of letting you go into town so Bo goes with you to pick it up

Not because he doesn't believe you! But because he's scared you're still trying to escape

He wants to know what they're for so he's not above snooping around to read the labels

(You'd tell him if he asked but he didn't know that)

The amount you take surprises him and he tries to think about what you're like off them, in a morbidly curious way

He is, however, insistent that you're taking them consistently and without interruption. Vince makes sure you take them every day and gets on his brother's cases if they give you a hard time about it

They're not cures though. You both find that out the hard way when he finds you trembling in the corner of his shop like you were in freezing weather. The panic attack was violent and took you by surprise but Vincent holds steady

He sits with you, humming soft melodies to try and ground you

When you're ready, he hugs you and you just break down into tears. You'd never wanted him to have to see you like this, you don't want him to think you're some fragile china doll who can't take care of themself

But he would never see you like that. You explain that, while the meds make them less frequent, you're not cured completely

Things will slip through the cracks sometimes and that's okay! He'll always be there when you need him

When he catches you scratching yourself anxiously, he buys you gloves and makes sure you keep your nails short

He catches you picking at your face and gets you small bandages you can place over the spots so you don't obsessively pick

Vincent is always doing little things to try and improve your quality of life, even if you're taking medication!

LESTER SINCLAIR

You don't really tell him but you also don't hide it from him either

He notices you taking pills every morning and every night and is able to put two and two together

Probably asks you what they're for once you two have been dating for a bit but it doesn't really change much in your relationship

He's relatively chill about it though and offers to take you into town to pick up your meds

Likes to hoard pills for you so you never run out - it's an irrational fear of his but you think its sweet

Whenever you get sad, Jonesy and Lester are both right there to comfort you however you need

Sometimes, when the bad thoughts get too loud, Lester catches you staring vacantly into the bathroom mirror or out windows and he worries

One night you wandered out into the woods, barefoot and freezing, just because you felt so out of touch with your own body

Everything felt fake and floaty and you just needed to be out somewhere harsh and grounding and real

You love Lester, you really do, but there, in the forest all alone, all you could think about was how empty you felt

He finds you early the next morning and he was clearly worried sick, still in his sleep clothes with just a flashlight and an anxious Jonesy

Once at home and warm from your shower, he pleads with you to talk to him about it

You finally spill about how you've felt completely dissociated from yourself, even with all the meds you're taking, and it just got to be too much

He gives you a hug and you both agree to try and find other ways to shock you back to reality that don't involve you wandering into the forest at night

Turns out, an ice cube on the back of the neck works wonders to snap you out of whatever stupor you've found yourself in!

Lester is as involved with it as you'd let him. Never ashamed or afraid to lend you a hand with anything!

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #sorry for the way i write bo #i feel like i write him accurately though

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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader, she works at a diner, where Eddie goes once a week with Wayne, and he recognizes her from Hawkins High (they share some classes, and she's the cheer captain) Eddie thinks she's very kind but he doesn't know if it's just because of her job, or if she's like that, until one day after going a lot to the diner, she decides to invite Eddie to a date, and he says yes, but at the date, reader faints bc of stress and he decides that they're gonna take the day off, and he takes care of her, and she realizes she's in love with him, and they start dating after that

I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3 thank you for requesting

Do-over

Eddie and Wayne went to the same diner every Wednesday night since Eddie was young. It was a tradition and Wayne made sure he kept it up because he knew Eddie got lonely sometimes.

"Gonna get the same thing?" Wayne asked, looking over the small menu. Eddie didn't bother touching the menu, already knowing exactly what he was going to get.

"Absolutely." Eddie smiled, drumming his fingers on the table as they waited for a server. Eddie looked around the diner, his eyes bulging out of his head as he quickly tried to hide in his jacket.

"Cold, son? What are you doing?" Wayne teased, as Eddie shrunk into his jacket.

"That girl over there," Eddie pointed, "goes to my school." Wayne smoothly looked over his shoulder, seeing a pretty girl wearing normal clothes as she talked with someone at the front.

"She's cute. Why are you hiding?" Wayne asked.

"Because she's cute, the cheer captain, and happens to be in half my classes. I embarrassed myself enough in front of her. I can't do it anymore." Eddie stressed, his head down as he kept drumming his fingers.

"Would you be embarrassed if she was walking over here and you were hiding in your jacket?" Wayne teased, a smirk on his face as the girl walked over, this time in uniform.

"Hi! Welcome to Keys, what can I get started for you?"

Eddie slowly moved out of his jacket and looked up at her. A friendly smile on his face. She probably wouldn't know his name any--

"Eddie! Hi!" She cheered, a big smile on her face.

"Oh hey." He said shyly, cringing at how nervous he sounded. Wayne smirked from behind his menu as he watched the girl bite her lip and smile, staring at Eddie and as his nephew blushed and stared at his hands.

"I'll take a coffee, chicken sandwich with fries," Wayne said. Snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Right, sorry!" She said quickly, writing down his order as she finally looked away from Eddie. She smiled at Wayne as she grabbed his menu. Her attention is back on Eddie.

"And for you?"

"A water, and then I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with fries. Could I get extra pickles please?" He asked, watching as she scribbled down his order, smiling as she took his menu.

"I'll be right back with your drinks." She said, turning around to head into the kitchen.

"She's into you," Wayne said, Eddie scoffed in disbelief.

"Oh yeah right Wayne, the cheer captain is into the freak. Very funny." Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm telling you, she was staring and smiling at you. How many pickles do you generally get? Like 3?"

"Looking at me because I was ordering, and yeah, why?" Eddie asked

Both went silent as Y/N set down the drinks. Waiting until she walked away before starting up again.

"I'll bet you she'll bring you even more," Wayne said with a wink.

After a few minutes, she came back with the food. Placing down their plates.

"Chicken for you, and burger for you, with extra pickles." She said with a smile.

Both boys immediately looked at Eddie's plate, a whole cup of pickles. Wayne smirked as Eddie blushed.

"Everything right?" She asked, worried as they both stared at Eddie's plate for a minute and seemed to have a silent conversation going on.

"Yes! Thank you!" Wayne said.

As she walked away, Wayne smirked, "told you so."

~~~

After a few months, she became their main server. Wayne asked for her, she'd walk over with a big smile and say, "There are my boys."

She was always kind and sweet. She even talked more to Eddie at school, which he was shocked about. He thought maybe her kindness was all an act to get a good tip, but she was just as nice in school.

Eddie was packing up his last class when she walked up to him.

"Hey Eddie?"

He looked up as he zipped up his backpack. "Oh hey, Y/N, what's up?" He asked, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans.

"I know you go to the diner every Wednesday with Wayne, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a date? Friday night after my shift?" She asked nervously. She held on to her books tightly as she waited for his reply.

Eddie was caught off guard but felt a smile taking over his face. She was asking him out on a date, he couldn't believe it.

"I'd love to, definitely."

~~~

Friday night came and the diner was packed. Way more busy than Y/N ever experienced. She didn't have time to drink water or even eat. The clock was nearing eight o'clock and she could feel her body slowing down. But kept pushing through to reach the end of her shift.

At nine, Eddie walked in and headed to an open table, smiling as he saw her walking over with waters.

"You okay?" He asked, she slowly sat down. She felt dizzy but she didn't want to ruin their date.

"I'm fine!" She said quickly, beginning to sip on her water. Eddie brushed it off and began to talk about his day. She listened to every word but his voice started to get further away.

Her vision was getting spotty as she looked at him, his worried eyes looking back at her.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked.

"Yeah! Just need some food. One second." As she got up Eddie saw how shaky she was. He watched her carefully as she started to walk. He watched as her knees buckled and she slammed into the floor.

"Y/N!" He yelled, quickly running after her. He rolled her on to her back, her eyes closed as she sat still.

"SOMEONE HELP!" he panicked, softly tapping her face. "Hey pretty girl, need you to wake up." He said softly.

Once he got a cold towel on her head, he sat next to her on the floor. Watching as she slowly started to wake up.

"Go slow, you're okay." He said softly, holding the towel on her head as she looked around. "Let's slowly stand up." He said, grabbing her hand as he slowly lifted her and sat her down on a stool.

"I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted the date to go." She said, laughing to herself as she held the towel against her skin.

"Well we will make sure you are okay, I'll bring you home, then tomorrow we'll have a do-over." He said.

"Let me grab the food." He said, standing up from the small booth.

"Eddie, they won't let you back there!" She said, going to stand but Eddie pushed her back down.

"I got this. You rest."

And he did. He explained everything to her boss and she let him grab their food, he grabbed the plates and sat next to her again.

"Take your time eating." He said. He unwrapped her silverware for her and handed her the fork. He dumped her cup of dressing over her salad as she sipped on her water.

"Hoping for a good tip?" She teased, nudging his side as she began to mix her salad.

"Maybe." He teased back, giving her a wink as he dug into his burger.

As the night went on, they talked and finished their food. It was nearing midnight when they finally headed out of the diner.

He opened his passenger door for her, helping her hop in. He closed the door and raced to his side. She gave him directions to her house, her heart melting at the way he took care of her. He could have left a long time ago. But he stayed, had dinner with her, and brought her home. She always thought Eddie was sweet, and he proved she was right.

"That one on the right." She pointed out, unbuckling her seat belt as she prepared to get out, but he was ahead of her once again opening her door. She smiled at the gesture.

"Let me walk you up." He said he grabbed her hand as she led him to the front door.

"Thank you again, for everything and helping me."

"Nothing to thank me for. I just want to make sure you are okay." Eddie said, kissing her hand softly as he let it go.

"I'll be here tomorrow at noon to pick you up, for our little do-over." He said.

"I can't wait." She said excitedly.

She watched as he got back into his van, opening her front door with a big smile on her face.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow.

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