#hurting his pride 😓

[mysicklove]

pissed off new boy pet bc i called him my little girlfriend after i paid for movie tickets n i have to pick him up for our date tn

[isaadore]

US THREE QUINN HUGHES

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ pairing dad!quinn hughes x mom!reader

SUMMARY little snippets of your life with quinn before and after the birth of your son. word count 1.2k

warnings fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff

notes i haven’t written anything in sooo long, so i’m a little rusty 😓 i apologize if this isn’t the best and a little cheesy. i just got a few ideas while watching titans (i’m in love with dick grayson)

QH43 MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

PAINTING THE NURSERY

It was one of those perfect autumn afternoons, the kind where the air felt crisp and colourful leaves danced in the wind. Quinn set the last can of soft pastel yellow paint down on the nursery floor, and as the warm light streamed through the window, the walls seemed to glow. You were perched on a step stool, carefully taping the edges of the room, your growing belly just brushing the ladder as you shifted. Quinn was nearby, his brows furrowed, hovering slightly with one hand stretched out, ready to catch you if you even thought about wobbling.

“You know I’ve got this, right?” you teased, turning to shoot him a playful smirk.

“I know,” he replied, his own grin creeping onto his face, “but just... humour me, okay? I can't help it—I'm not taking any chances.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, hopping down to grab the paintbrush he held out to you. “All right, Mr. Safety First. Let's see if you’re as good with a paintbrush as you are with a hockey stick.”

“Better,” he shot back, popping open the paint can with a satisfying snap. 

As you worked together, it felt like more than just painting. You shared giggles and tossed around baby names, and then, in a moment of mischief, you smeared a little paint right on his nose. He retaliated with a playful swipe of yellow across your cheek, his boyish grin impossibly wide when you squealed in surprise. By the time the walls were mostly covered, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and your heart felt so full it was almost overwhelming.

Quinn took a step back to admire the work, his hand resting gently on your back. “I think he’s going to love it,” he murmured.

“I think so too,” you replied softly, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling all the warmth between you both.

PROUD DAD-TO-BE

The first time Quinn brought you and your soon-to-be son into a post-game interview was completely unexpected. The Canucks had just pulled off an overtime win, and Quinn was still filled with adrenaline as he stood by the microphone.

“Quinn, how does it feel to lead your team to a win like that?” a reporter asked, clearly eager for a soundbite.

He flashed a big grin, running a hand through his damp hair, still buzzing from the game. “It feels amazing. Honestly, though, it’s not just about me. My wife’s at home, seven months pregnant and absolutely crushing it. Every time I’m on the ice, I’m thinking about them. I want to make my son proud before he’s even here.”

The room filled with soft laughter and nods of approval. Quinn’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and excitement, and back home, you were curled up on the couch with tears in your eyes, feeling every word. He had this incredible way of melting your heart, always reminding you of the beautiful life you were building together.

CRAVINGS AND CHICKEN PARM

A few days later, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through recipes on your phone. Pregnancy cravings had hit you hard, and that night, all you could think about was chicken parmesan.

Quinn strolled in, wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower. He leaned over your shoulder to peek at the screen, flashing a grin. “Alright, what’s on the menu tonight?” he asked.

“Chicken parm,” you said, setting your phone down with a smile. “And extra cheese, of course.”

“Even better,” he replied, already heading toward the fridge.

Quinn wasn’t exactly a culinary master, but he’d taken it upon himself to whip up whatever you were craving. Watching him in the kitchen was one of your favourite pastimes. He would hum under his breath, occasionally glancing back to check in on you. That night, as he dipped the chicken into the breadcrumb mixture, he paused, a thoughtful look on his face.

“You know,” he said, looking up with a smirk, “if our kid ends up loving hockey as much as chicken parm, we might be in for some late-night games and a lot of takeout.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the thought. “He’s going to have your work ethic and your heart, so I think we’ll manage just fine.”

Quinn’s ears turned a light shade of pink at the compliment, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he got back to layering the mozzarella and marinara with a focus that made you smile. When he finally set the plate in front of you, there was a look of triumph on his face.

As you took that first bite, Quinn settled in beside you, his hand instinctively resting on your belly. Just then, the baby kicked, and both of you froze before bursting into joyful smiles.

“Looks like he approves,” Quinn said softly, his thumb brushing gently against your skin through your shirt. 

“He definitely has good taste,” you replied, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

LULLABIES

It was well past midnight when Quinn heard the soft sound of you humming from the nursery. He had just wrapped up reviewing game footage in his office, but the gentle melody drew him out. Quietly, he padded down the hall and leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of you swaying in the rocking chair.

At first, you were lost in your own world, your hands resting on your belly as you sang a lullaby barely above a whisper. The dim glow of the nightlight cast a warm, golden light around the room, and at that moment, Quinn thought you’d never look more beautiful.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, stepping inside and breaking the stillness.

You looked up, a smile brightening your face. “Just practicing for when he gets here. Thought I’d get a head start on lullabies.”

Quinn knelt beside the chair, his chin resting on the armrest as he gazed up at you. “You’re going to be an amazing mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “He’s so lucky to have you.”

You reached out, your fingers gently stroking his dark hair. “And he’s got the best dad in the world. We make a good team, don’t we?”

“The best,” he replied, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your belly. “Hey, buddy, you’re going to love it here. I promise.”

FIRSTS

On the morning of Quinn’s first game, after the baby was born, the house was buzzing with energy. You darted around the living room, stuffing essentials into the diaper bag while Quinn wrestled with the car seat straps, frustration written all over his face.

“This thing is impossible,” he grumbled, tugging at the straps.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

With a little teamwork, you managed to get the seat secured, and Quinn let out an exasperated cheer. “We did it! All right, now we’re all set!”

As you carefully strapped your son into the seat, Quinn knelt down, his face breaking into a wide grin as he gazed at the baby. “Okay, little man. It’s game day! No pressure, but we’ve got a streak to uphold.”

You gave him an amused roll of your eyes. “Don’t listen to him. Just focus on being adorable.”

Quinn leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek, his excitement radiating as he headed toward the door. “Best cheer squad ever!” he called back, his voice full of warmth.

When you got to the rink, the atmosphere was electric. Quinn scored a goal and immediately turned to look at you in the stands, where you sat cradling your son. The pride lighting up his eyes was everything, and in that moment, everything felt just right.

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[watcher7-9]

HSR men with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Merry late Christmas 😓 this is gonna be the Christmas special ><

Featuring: Sunday, Dr.Ratio, Danheng, and Jiaoqiu

Sunday:

-Was indeed a child that believed and celebrated the holidays to the max. Decorations were seen everywhere and took pride in his work as he hung up the lights and tried to fly to put the star at the top of the tree. When he was young he tried to make a trap to catch Santa but fell asleep half way through. Kept on trying to pinch his wings to keep himself awake.

-His face will heat up when he finds you two conveniently under a mistletoe did it on purpose. When you two finally kiss his wings will flutter as he cups your cheeks in his hands, keeping you from pulling away. His wings make a little protective wall so that others won’t see.

-Definitely that one friend that hosts most of the Christmas parties and starts to stress it the first day of December. Has a checklist of everything he has to plan and do for the party. Even if he’s not hosting he’s usually one to bring food over or coming early to help with preparations.

Dr. Ratio:

-He knew at a young age that Santa wasn’t real so he would always argue with the little kids which led to him getting a talking to by the adults. But he does get why the holiday is celebrated and indulges in the traditions.

-Wraps the best Christmas presents and get irritated at other people’s wrapping skills. When the holiday is approaching and after buying gifts he’ll set up a small station on a table. Wrapping paper, tape, and rulers of all sorts. Measuring and cutting the perfect length before folding the corners precisely. If your also there he’ll offer tips or he’ll just do it himself of how much the corners irritate him.

-You had convinced him to go build a snowman with you outside. He even made a plan for you: how big the snowman will be, the decorations but in the end you had made him put all of the planning aside and to freehand it. In the end the snowman did look a little unpatched on the sides, the carrot was a little off…but this time he didn’t mind. Maybe it’s because he built it with you.

Danheng:

-During this time of the year the Express is always bustling. Pom Pom is hanging up the decorations around the train and had asked the members to help out. He was usually on light duty because he could reach the highest and didn’t have the heart to let poor Welt hurt his back. Though he usually looks timid to say the least the holidays does bring joy to him. Everyone’s so happy especially you, how could he not be happy.

-During March’s photo shoots he was always the reindeer. Reindeer ears and a brownish outfit as March set up her camera for the family photo. Told you to hush when you teased him about it, though you could see a red tint on his face if you looked close enough.

-One of the pros during the winter time is that every time you guys are done playing in the snow he’ll have an excuse to cuddle up with you when you guys get back. Saying that your hands are too cold he’ll hold them tightly in his or worrying that your shivering when your not. Cuddling you as his tail wraps around your waist tightly.

Jiaoqiu:

-Loves making new foods to try out every time winter rolls around. Winter time is the best time to eat spicy food. Making youtry out new nutritional dishes he cooks up and revises his works to perfection. Seeing you so happy to eat his food makes him very prideful of his work.

-Always the one to fret about the cold. Telling you to wear warmer layers and that you’re gonna get sick. He isn’t one to enjoy the cold that much and he rather stay inside the comfort of his own home especially after he got blind. When you come back inside he’ll get you bundled up with a warm cup of tea and a thick blanket around you after you took off your soaked clothes. Sometimes you’ll sneak attack his tail with your cold hand which will make him jump.

-Huge board game player. A stack of different games on the side as you two gather around the table. The fire crackling in the background, snacks and drink, and a movie as background noise. The Game of Life, UNO, Jenga. Anything that seems exciting he’ll play with you. But most of the time it’s usually him winning.

[halles-notebook]

slytherin boys headcanons: fight edition

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summary: this is how i imagine the slytherin boys would react if you got into a fight ꩜ .ᐟ

warnings: toxic behavior, asshole behavior, tom riddle being tom riddle, & fights.

includes: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, lorenzo berkshire, & tom riddle. ౨ৎ

mattheo riddle:

okay let’s be honest… his defensive mechanism is insults. if he thinks your gonna hurt him, he decides he’s gonna do it first.

that being said, i feel like in the heat of the moment he would definitely say some hurtful stuff…

however, the second he sees your eyes getting watery, bro is rushing to your side and spewing out apologies!!!

“no no no, princess, please don’t cry. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

would spend dayssss after the fight buying you expensive stuff and giving you his undivided attention! he feels like shit about it and wants to make it up to you.

you definitely are walking him like a dog for at leasstttttt a week after! ᯓᡣ𐭩

theodore nott:

passive aggressiveness. his sarcasm is on the highest level.

he’d honestly be super annoying and sarcastically agree with you just to rile you up😭

butttt if he sees your actually getting upset and hurt that he keeps avoiding talking maturely about to issue, he’d guiltily apologize and try to communicate better. (don’t expect him to be amazing at it though..)

“i’m sorry, mia cara. i’m not good at this stuff…”

i feel like he’d try to avoid you for a little bit after the fight because he feels guilty about it and sucks at expressing his emotions, but he’d eventually pull it together and come find you! ₊ ⊹

draco malfoy:

…. excuses.

he isn’t the best at taking the blame for his actions. he feels cornered when you approach him about it and try’s to make it seem like he wasn’t in the wrong.

if he sees that it isn’t working and he’s just making you even more upset, he’ll man up and apologize.

“i’m sorry, darling. it was wrong of me to do _____.”

he’ll feel guilty about it and buy you unnecessarily expensive stuff to show you he’s sorry😓 bro is putting his gringotts vault to WORK.

lorenzo berkshire:

he is DEFINITELY the best communicator on the list.

i feel like he’d stay calm about to whole situation and try to find a solution. honestly, he’d probably be the one calming you down.🎀

“it’s okay, sweetheart. tell me what you’re feeling.”

he’s not a fan of yelling so if he got really upset he’d probably just use his hands to accentuate his point.

if he was in the wrong, he’d do you’re favorite things with you and spend every waking second with you.

if you were in the wrong, he’d probably forgive you within 24-48 hours.

tom riddle:

….. where do i start.

he’s a silent seether, he’ll just being standing there with his jaw clenched as you try to communicate with him.😭

will somehow find a way to turn it on you and gaslight you into thinking you’re in the wrong.

honestly, he won’t apologize for whatever he did unless your so pissed that you ignore him for weeks.

only then does he swallow his pride and begrudgingly spit out a pitiful, “i’m sorry.” ʚɞ

[azzibuckets]

Pazzi prompt

A player fouls Azzi and hurts her and Paige goes crazy and gets a technical foul as an injured player on the bench

Bonuses:

Geno meeting with Paige after “what was THAT about”

Or post game fluff of Azzi finding it cute

i love you, you know [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: i think i deserve a round of applause for actually reading and sticking to the prompt this time 😓

word count: 1.7k

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It was all crystal clear in Azzi’s mind. She had to throw her defenders off tempo: Make a fake to the right. Let #11 jump. Go to the left. Fadeaway. 2 points.

But she only made it past the first step before she was sent reeling after a blow to the nose. She didn’t see any of it happen, her eyes fixed solely on the net and her mind focused on getting the ball where it needed to go. One second she was rearranging her hips, and the next, she was on the floor, staring up at the beams crossing the ceiling.

The noise in her ear roared, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the booing of the crowd or the now incessant ringing coming from god knows where. Trembling, she brought a hand up to her nose, and when she looked down, her fingertips were dripping with blood.

Lying there in dumb shock from the burning pain in her nose, the numbness of her left ear, and the watering of her eyes, only one thing pierced her muddled thoughts.

Paige.

When Nika’s face morphed into her vision, a blur of brown hair and worried eyes, Azzi groaned. Nika helped sit her up. Azzi could see her lips moving, but she couldn’t hear a single word or a trace of a Croatian accent. All she could hear was that same tinny sound, getting louder and louder.

There was a blur of movement in her peripheral vision, and Azzi could’ve sworn that she saw blonde hair and a snarl, but her vision went blurry again from how quickly she moved her head.

The next few minutes seemed like a fever dream. She somehow managed to stand up, her arms thrown around her teammates’ shoulders as she slowly walked off the court. When they passed the bench, she squinted, hoping to discern her girlfriend among the faces all looking at her, but to no avail. Her teammates kept on walking, and she was forced to leave the court.

••••••••••••••••••

When Azzi went down, nothing could’ve described the way Paige’s heart lurched. Panic crawled at her throat when #11 on the other team’s fist crashed smack in the middle of Azzi’s face as she came down from her attempt to block Azzi’s shot. The force of the blow sent Azzi falling, the side of her head taking the brunt of the fall as she collapsed to the ground.

Paige had scared herself in that moment. She’d never felt such a loss of self control, the way the edge of her vision almost went red from rage. Ignoring the yells from her teammates and her coaches and the throbbing ache in her left knee that intensified with every step, she’d stormed onto the court. She had one goal: knock the fuck out of #11.

Much to her dismay, Paige had only been able to give the girl a single shove (although she’d prided herself in being able to send the girl stumbling to the floor with only one push) before her teammates had come running to hold her back.

Yelling curses at #11 as Aaliyah wrapped her arms around her waist and walked her off the court, she’d only smirked at the referee when he threw his hands together in the shape of a T. But her smile quickly fell when she’d realized that #11 had only received a flagrant 1 call.

“Are you kidding me?” she yelled, ignoring Aaliyah’s begs for her to just shut up. “How was she not ejected for that?”

The ref glared at her. “You need to calm down.”

“I’ll calm down when you open your blind as fuck eyes,” Paige growled. “You might as well get on your knees if you’re gonna blow this game.”

Eyes widened, Aaliyah mustered every single ouch of strength in her body to haul Paige off the court and into the locker rooms. “I didn’t even have to turn around to know you got ejected,” Aaliyah muttered as she left to return to the game. “I would say I’m disappointed, but…” her voice trailed off as she allowed a slight grin. “That blowing joke was pretty good.”

Paige chuckled with her friend, but as soon as the door slammed shut, all her thoughts returned to Azzi.

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Azzi knew she wasn’t being rational, that the pain was clouding her logic. But she couldn’t help but feel an unsettling pit in her stomach from the fact that Paige hadn’t even tried to help her up or check on her after her injury. She had to keep remaining herself that it was a good thing, that Paige should minimize any movement in her knee in order to heal as fast as possible.

The team physician shut off his flashlight and scribbled something into his notes. “We still need X-Rays to confirm, but right now it’s looking like you fractured your nose. It doesn’t seem like you have a concussion, which is surprising considering how hard you hit your head.”

Azzi nodded, but all the words were tangling and jumping themselves in her head. All she could think about was how bad everything hurted, and how much she just wanted Paige. For her to show up with her stupid dorky smile, for Paige to hold her in her arms and make her laugh and forget about everything.

Even after the game ended, the team showed up to check on her but the blonde was still nowhere to be found. Azzi walked back to the locker room after she was all checked out, the hallways now empty. She felt decidedly alone in the silence of the gym, until she heard voices seeping from the film room.

“Of all people, I expect you, as the captain of this team, to remain cool under pressure.” Geno’s voice was hard.

“I’m riding the bench anyways, Coach. Why does it matter if I get a tech?” Paige’s words were fast, tumbling out one after the other, in the familiarly urgent way she spoke whenever she was really upset.

Azzi was starting to grow a headache. A tech? When did Paige get a tech?

“Never in my thirty nine seasons at UConn has one of my benched players been ejected after a single technical foul,” Geno fumed. “It’s embarrasing. It shows immaturity. That’s not the way we do it here.”

“Coach, she was bleeding.”

A pause.

“I’m starting to get the sense that your letting your personal feelings affect your focus on the game.”

“Oh my god, so I’m human.” Frustration seeped from Paige’s words, and Azzi flinched, wishing she could go in there and make Paige shut up before she said something she regretted. But she also knew that Geno gave Paige the most leeway out of everyone on the team - he respected her as a player and a person. But still - Paige was really testing his limits. “I can’t help it if I get mad that someone punched my girlfriend in the nose.”

“You’re allowed to get mad,” Geno said shortly. “You’re not allowed to storm the court and send one of the girls on the other team flying.”

A bitter taste rose in Azzi’s mouth.

Geno inhaled. “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow. Get your things and get out of here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The door swung open, and surprise flickered in Geno’s eyes when found Azzi just standing there. “You okay, kid?” he asked.

“I’m good. I just need to go to the doctor tomorrow for some X-Rays. No concussion though.”

Geno nodded. “You’re strong. It’ll take a lot more than #11 to take you down.” Azzi blushed at his words, looking down bashfully. Geno turned to leave, but hesitated before looking back. “Talk some sense into your girlfriend, will you?”

“You know I always do, Coach,” Azzi said with a wry smile before stepping into the film room.

Paige, still not having noticed her presence, was sitting in one of the swivel chairs, eyes fixed on her feet as her eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. Azzi swallowed hard before stepping to the girl. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Paige looked up. As soon as she saw Azzi, she shot up to her feet and cupped the younger girl’s cheeks. “Are you okay?” she breathed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t find you earlier. Geno was giving me a hissy fit and-,”

“Paige,” Azzi interrupted. “Stop.”

“What?” The look in her girlfriend’s eyes was wounded, and Azzi had to breathe to keep her composure.

“Going on the court? Shoving a girl? What the fuck?”

Paige clenched her jaw. “Are you seriously mad at me right now?”

“You can’t be getting techs left and right. The media will come after you. You have a reputation to uphold.” Azzi broke eye contact with Paige and looked down, nursing her nose. “I don’t need you to defend my honor.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.”

Azzi bit her lip, knowing that she couldn’t respond to that without Paige seeing right through her.

“Let me see that.” Paige gently moved Azzi’s hands away from her nose so that she could study it. She let her fingertips brush the bridge of Azzi’s nose, the coldness of her touch bringing relief to the angry red heat radiating from the fracture.

“How does it look, doc?” Azzi teased.

A small smile formed on Paige’s lips. “Like it could use a kiss to heal.”

“Then patch me up.”

Paige was grinning now, and she leaned forward to lightly graze her lips against Azzi’s nose. Azzi winced a little, but she forgot all about the pain when Paige drew back and looked at her with so much softness in her eyes.

“It looked really bad out there,” Paige murmured, her voice slightly shaky. “I thought it could’ve ended up in a really major head injury.”

Azzi laid her head on Paige’s chest, allowing the older girl’s rhythmic heartbeat to calm her own. Paige let her cheek fall on Azzi’s head, basking in the warmth of their shared body heat. “Don’t worry about me. I’m all good,” Azzi breathed, letting her eyes flutter shut as Paige tightened her arms around her waist.

“I always worry about you.” Paige traced circles on Azzi’s back.

Azzi suddenly giggled. “Not gonna lie, you standing up to Geno was kinda hot.”

Paige’s thumb caressed Azzi’s dimple, her heart thudding at how pretty the younger girl’s smile was, even with her swollen nose and red eyes. “I love you, you know.”

“I know.”

“Good.” Paige let her mouth linger on Azzi’s temple.

“But I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Uh huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

Paige tickled Azzi, digging her fingers into her sides until the dark haired girl was out of breath from laughing so hard. In the dim lighting of the film room, she could only clearly make out some of Azzi’s face, but when she looked at her she still thought she saw the most beautiful woman in the world.

When Azzi’s eyelids fluttered sleepily, Paige knew it was their cue. “Home?” she suggested. As she grabbed Azzi’s hand and led them out of the room, a warmth spread across her chest. Despite all the hectic and insane things that went on that night, she still held on to one thing - that she got to go home and go to sleep in the same bed as Azzi, and wake up in the morning to her gorgeous face, and spend the rest of her life with the younger girl by her side. And that made any stupid tech worth it.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Feb 6th

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1. Hi!

I've been watching your content for a while and I really liked it, so I would like you to please help me find a fic.

This fic is a One shot with a/b/o theme (wwx omega LWJ alpha) where wwx lived a "house" for omegas (where he is a friend of mm) and they "borrow" it for prince Lwj, Lxc ( alpha) is the emperor and JGY (omega) is his partner.

In Gusu, omegas are not considered for cultivation, however, wwx doesn't care much about that and there is a scene where he along with LWJ fight in a cave with a monster. The final scene of the one shot occurs when WWX runs away from Gusu to the beach, LWJ follows him because they promised to visit the sea one day together.

the wangxian relationship is slow and with lwj's problems to express his feelings 😓

I would appreciate your help, if you need more information, I will gladly try to remember more things😊 and sorry for the grammar, my native language is not English (google translator)

FOUND? Rattling our cages by danegen (E, 69k, wangxian, A/B/O, but like polite, Slow Burn, Pining while fucking, so much hair combing, WWX has a vagina, POV WWX, no yin iron or wars or plot really, Canon Era, spiders--see the notes, Spanish Translation Available)

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2. Heya! Can y'all help me find a fic?

The part of the plot i remember is that WWX uses an array to erase himself and the wens from the memory of the cultivation world. The array stops one day, and a bunch of people go to the burial mounds to see what's up. It was on ao3, probably.

and that's ~all i remember~

a nice fic but not the one i remember. pretty sure wwx was hiding in the burial mounds with the wens. thanks for this fic tho!

NOT FOUND! Second Summer by Anonymous (M, 152k, WangXian, canon, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Mystery, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Curses, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, somebody lives/somebody else dies, Golden Core Reveal, canon-typical lack of lube, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

NOT FOUND! you've heard that melody before by Stratisphyre (M, 66k, wangxian, JL & LSZ & LJY, JC/WQ, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, POV Multiple, Multiple Canon Character Deaths, Depictions of depression, Light Dom/sub, Not Everyone Dies AU, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics)

FOUND? Run Off The World by Sapphire_Roses (M, 271k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, WIP, Not Everyone Dies AU, Canon Divergence, Wen Remnants Live, Flashbacks, YLLZ WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei Sect, Sect Leader WWX, Married WangXian, OCs, POV Outsider, Morally Grey Characters, (Do Take That Tag Seriously), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Developing Friendships, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Gusu Siblings Feels, Sibling Bonding, Pining, Character Study, Tenderness, Mild Smut, POV Alternating, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Minor Character Death)

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3. Hi, i was looking for a fic i think i found in your blog? It was a wip and it was something along the line of wwx as yilling patriarch and the sects sent lan wangji for tribute. But they already knew each other.

I remember this one scene where lan wangji finds bunnies inside the burial mounds but wwx captures them to eat and lwj is sad.

I don't remember the title or anything because i think i directly clicked the link and started reading but then i forgot to bookmark it and lost the link.

Please help me find it, i really wanna know what happened next.🙏😔

FOUND? The Jade Bride by lanwangjibo (Not rated, 16k, wangxian, WIP, Pining LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Misunderstandings, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Fluff and Angst, WQ Lives, Wēn Remnants Live, LSZ is a Wēn, WWX is Bad at Feelings, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, SS Being an Asshole, Pining WWX, Hurt LWJ, BAMF WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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4. fic finder request! looking for two fics that i can't seem to locate in my bookmarks - A) in the first one, sizhui (and the rest of the juniors?) somehow reach through time and rescue wwx (i think dead in present time), bringing him into their present! in the process they create a lot of trouble, due to the power expended and released, i believe they turned a mountain into a crater or something.

B) the second fic I'm looking for takes place during the sunshot campaign, when baoshan sanren decides to join the fight and intervenes. she restores both jc and wwx's cores, by reaching back into time and removing jc's core right before it's melted by wzl, she also returns wwx's core from jc's to wwx's body. she does this in her tent, which is also a dimension travel portal or something which iirc links back to her home on the mountain.

thank you very much!! @potatokunst

4A)

FOUND! Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

4B)

FOUND! Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women) Baoshan Sanren return Jiang Cheng's core from the past in chapter 4

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5. hi! gosh, i have had this fic stuck in my head for the past weeks but for the life of me, i just cannot remember the name. i really hope you can help me find it!

the fic is about how modern wei wuxian is a researcher/scientist and he got his hands on a shady book written by baoshan sanren, accidentally triggers a talisman/array and somehow being transported into the wuxia version and it involves the people who died coming back to life and they all watch/read the past and it just sort of becomes one big therapy session.

i think i remember there being a part in the fic where modern wei wuxian mentions transferring/donating his organ to modern jiang cheng in reference to how og wei wuxian transfered his gold core to og jiang cheng.

and also a part where it was mention that for modern wei wuxian, it was madam yu who found and brought him back to the jiang family to be raised and not sect leader jiang; also it was implied that the modern jiang family is actually a loving happy family in contrast to the sort of dysfunctional og one because modern wei wuxian address's madam yu and sect leader jiang as mother and father.

i wish i could remember more, i hope this would be enough to go on. please help me and thank you so much in advance! @lilith--14

I believe this fic has been deleted but please correct me if I'm wrong - Mod C

FOUND? Yes the fic was deleted. It's "Loving Future, Distant Past" by yareyarejojosan. Here is a link to a folder that contains all of the author's fics

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6. For a fic finder, there was this nsfw kinda darkji (probably pwp) fic that haunts me and might have been deleted, becaused i’ve searched in every way I know how: (post?)canon, wwx can’t get hard anymore for some reason. He is embarrassed to admit it to lwj, who then calms him and says it’s normal and that he doesn’t use it for much anyway. Turns out lwj was the one who started and keeps giving him the tea for impotence. The lan doctors are in on this(?) Thanks if anyone can identify this one!

I don’t think 6 on the last fic finder was it (still a delishiously dark-ish rec, thank you!), it was (probably) a shorter pwp and not modern

NOT FOUND You Sing of Thanatos; I Hear Only Eros by kanonkita (E, 39k, WangXian, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dark!LWJ, Mild Horror, Omorashi, Tentacles, Rope Bondage, Shibari, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Non-Consensual Body Modification, soft pillow talk, Hurt/Comfort, non-consensual emotional healing, Panic Attacks, Wetting, Body Horror, Impotence, Magic, Anal Sex, PIV Sex, Mpreg, Mild Suicidal Ideation, Voyeurism, PWP, Angst, nonconsensual medical treatment)

FOUND? Succumbing to His unconditional love? by MurderRose (E, 2k, wangxian, mildly dom/sub, WWX's floppy little cock, the trials of being utterly loved, LWJ can be a tiny bit dark as a treat, opt in or opt out at your will, its almost invisibly mild, a lil bit of humiliation)

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7. Hello (✿◠‿◠) hope you having a good day! This is for the fic finder, I've been looking for this fic where after his death wwx comes back as a rabbit, it has a glossary at the start for words/terms the rabbits use, I think? I really hope this is enough to go form!

FOUND! Dignity and Animality by quick_cat_tl (G, 31k, WangXian, Watership Down, u know the one with the political/philosophical bunnies, Reincarnation, Lapine language, Rabbit!WWX, Sunny Angst, Pining) Hi, number 7 is probably „Dignity and Animality“ by Anielka. Unfortunately, it seems to be deleted on AO3. / For #7, I remember reading "Dignity and Animality!" When I click the link for it (from the wangxianficrecs tumblr), it redirects to Dignity and Animality by quick_cat_tl - maybe the author changed their AO3 handle? / The question about #7 - I copied the link for the current posting for that story and then took it into the wayback machine where that same link does pull up the story being underneath the original name mentioned back in 2021, so it was a name change and not a repost.

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8. I’m looking for a fic, one chapter, Lan Wangji is a teacher in Cloud Recesses. He takes Wei Wuxian to the Jingshi and it’s implied that he told Wei Wuxian he’d not tell anyone what Wei Wuxian had done so long as Wei Wuxian let him fuck him.

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9. Hi! I hope you can help me find this. All I can remember is that WWX fell asleep in the cold spring and I think Lwj or Lqr saw his body few hours later and wwx is cold as if he is already dead.

FOUND? 🔒 Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

FOUND? Warmth by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Hypothermia, Fluff, Kinda, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm)

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10. Hi! Your work on this blog is absolutely amazing! For fic finder, I've been searching for a fic I read awhile ago. It's post-canon. WWX is traveling and writing to LWJ, but letters stop coming. LWJ searches and finds that to prevent a creature from preying on a local child, WWX took it on himself but to prevent the curse from hurting anyone else, he's hiding in a cave, constantly drinking to dull the effects.

FOUND? Fire in the Blood by Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (M, 20k, wangxian, First Time, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, hurt/comfort themes)

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11. Hey I read a book recently, in there, there was a scene where, wwx was protecting someone? Or someone was protecting wwx? By standing on one side of fire and the attackers/i think it was jins or someone on the other side of fire. The scene was fierce. They were like us against the world type of scene. Do u know this fic? @constellationdks

#11 for recent fic finder here, thnx for the rec but it's not the one. The one I'm looking for is quite long, I think it was more than 30 or 40k. Also the scene wasn't with a yuan.

I know number 11 and I'm trying to search for it. It's wwx holding a-yuan in his arms in an alleyway when they are attacked by the jin. The premise has something to do with that strength parents get when defending their children? 🤔 let me get back to you!

NOT FOUND Hysterical Strength by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 3k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Parent WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Everybody Lives/Nobody dies) Wwx is out one evening with a-yuan when he is ambushed by the jin.

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12. Fic finder please! 🙏

This would be a hybrid/warprize LWJ where he was a bunny hybrid and WWX was a snake. WRH has LWJ shipped off to WWX, who ends up helping him and eventually gets him reunited with LXC.

I remember there was art of LWJ and rabbits bc WWX was trying to help him calm down. I’ve read this sometime last year and can’t find it anywhere! 😭😭

FOUND! 山水盆景 (Shānshuǐ Pénjǐng) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (M, 64k, WangXian, warprize AU warprize lwj, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Vers WangXian, Top WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Animal Traits, Non-ABO Universe, Snake Demon Lord WWX, Animal Traits, Hand Jobs, Seduction, Found Family, Wedding In The Cloud Recesses, Handfasting In The Cold Spring Cave, Alternate 3Zun, Alternative Sunshot Campaign, Hinted Future ChenLi, YZY is a better mother, JYL Is Not A Wilting Wallflower, empowerment, Side-Character Cameos, Rabbit Sanctuary In The Burial Mounds, Cutest Little Bun MXY, Accidental Child Acquisition, Child MXY)

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13. (First part added to itmf) But I’m looking for a modern au were even though jc’s family is rich they don’t give wwx and jc pocket money and they were hungry in front of a bakery? And wwx used the « orphan in the street card » and lwj bought him food

I don’t know if it’s the same one but I think at some point wwx bought lwj home while he was drunk and waited for lxc to come pick him up and jc saw them talking on the couch and he thought they were dating (they weren’t together yet)

ANYWAY thank you for everything ✨✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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14. Hi! for the fic finder please, there was a fic where lz read on a book abt the hannaki disease and he thought it beautiful so he started choking himself on gentian flowers to imitate the feeling @cocoaphil

FOUND? the sweet scent of their tragedy by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 23k, WangXian, Angst, Cultivation Sect Politics, Depression, Hanahaki Disease, Language of Flowers, Love Confessions, Manipulation, Marriage, Mental Health Issues, Pining, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Rumors, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Whump, Self-Harm, Bittersweet, Self-Blame, Canon-Typical Violence, Blanket Permission, Morally Gray LWJ)

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15. Hello, I am looking for a fic I read some time ago (it could be a few years). I think it was post-canon, Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian were together. LWJ gets cursed and the only thing he has in mind is killing WWX (since he sees him only as the big bad Yiling Laozu). At the end, WWX pretends LWJ killed him and the curse is lifted. It was posted on ao3. Thank you for your hard work! And have a great day!

I think I remember this fic! It starts out with WWX accidentally cursing LWJ with a talisman while they were in the jingshi and ends with WWX running to the burial mounds, finding out there are people who worship him living there, and he uses the incense burner to trick LWJ into thinking he killed him to break the curse, right? I can't recall the name though - Mod C

FOUND? all the broken things that I made by ilip13 (E, 43k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Lovers To Enemies, (then back to lovers I'm not a monster), Dubcon Kissing, Dubious Consent, But mostly not in the way you might expect - see notes for details, Explicit Sexual Content, Bondage, Flirting, Competence Kink) might be this? I haven't read it yet, but the summary sounds like what they are looking for!

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16. Okay I could have easily dreamt this up but I could have sworn there was a fic where either LWJ or WWX was in a orchestra and his band mates thought he was married to wen qing because she was the one to always bring a Yuan to him after school or something only to think he was cheating when his actual husband comes by pls tell me I didn't dream this

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17. Hi! im sorry i lost a fic and i need help. It was an old wangxian fic, where LXC He's emperor (?) and LWJ is engaged to WWX, in this fic they get married and there are problems with the marriage because LWJ was a little bad during their engagement, since they were children. WWX was always trying to get his attention until one day he gave up. In the fic there is a part where Su She shoots WWX with an arrow and LWJ punishes him in some way.I remember it was also a Tumblr AU that later become a fic

NOT FOUND! rebuttable presumption by @sarah-yyy

NOT FOUND! Burning Bridges by Keysmashed (E, 12k, wangxian, arranged marriage, misunderstandings, pining, angst w/ happy ending, family drama, swordfighting, non-graphic smut, emotional rollercoaster, love confessions, everyone lives au) it’s probably not this one because su she is not in it and it’s not royalty but wx are engaged and wy does give up so even if it’s not you might like it

FOUND! permissive presumption by sarahyyy (G, 7k, WangXian, Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings) could also be permissive presumption by sarahyyy, on AO3, which is an AU of the author's fic on tumblr

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18. Hi! This is for fic finder. WWX is killed by SMS in sunshot campaign. He then resurected years later by MXY in JGS order. WWX and LWJ fight together. WWX hand is blackened i think. JGS refused to tell WWX what is MXY wish is. In last chapter, JGS is killed by JGY or Madam Jin and WWX is free from the curse. I think JGS death is because of NHS plot i think. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

Hi! I'am #18 from the latests fic finder. I want to add some details. Not much but i hope someone can recognize it. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi was sent to Qishan either as a hostage or indocrination. In there, everytime they are punished, Wen Ning and Wen Yuan help them to make the punishment lighter. Sometimes they warned Jin Ling, Lan Jingyi, and other junior everytime other wen sect member (the one that didnt hesitate to punush them harshly) nearby. I think Wen Qing too help everytime the punishment is so harsh that caused injury, she make them stay in infirmary where they are safe

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19. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where mxy and wwx are a couple who take lwj home for a night in a modern AU. The beginning talks about how mxy and wwx looked so similar that when they first met they were worried they were related. Lwj is on the verge of being in love w/ wwx, but he’s hesitant to act on it bc of the relationship between wwx & mxy. Once he’s in bed with them there’s a line about red satin sheets for special guests. It’s such a specific premise but I couldn’t find it on ao3😭

FOUND? you and me alone by plonk (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, MXY/LJW/WWX, modern)

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20. looking for a fic from a prev ff or itmf, modern au, college/research lab? setting, abo dynamics. wwx and lwj participate in some scientific research study and get together in the process. iirc they are not in the same yr at college. i didnt manage to save it then but really want to read it, please help!!

NOT FOUND Pairfire by PaidSubscription (E, 65k, wangxian, NMJ/LXC, JC/NHS, WQ/MM, JYL/JZX, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Relationships 101, Getting Together, First Time, Explicit Consent, Bordering on Kink Levels of Communication, Elements of Assigned-ish Marriage-ish, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, A/B/O With a twist, Because Cultivators CHOOSE Their Gender During This Course, After Trying Out All Three, It’s a Three Course Meal and WangXian’s Gender Acceptance is the Dessert, But Horny Pining is the Main Meal and the Most of the Snacks, Bottom LWJ, Bossy Bottom/Henpecked Top Energy, Everyone is over 21, Gender Choice Raises Issues for Most But I Promise Happy Endings + Everyone Comfy in Their Own Skin, Side Couple Aro/Ace/Agender Storylines)

FOUND! 🔒 I is for Instinct by beeswaxing (E, 71k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JYL/JZX, hualian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Getting Together, First Time, First Kiss, Public Display of Affection, Public Claiming, Good Parent LQR, Alpha YZY, Good Parent YZY, Family Feels, Fluff, Romance, Aftermath of Violence, Slice of Life, Modern, College/University, BAMF WWX, Soft Wangxian, Barebacking, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg)

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[boydepartment]

Helo do you write one shots? If so then can I request an angst to fluff when you had a really bad argument with jungwon and he said really hurtful things blah blah so he ended up asking for forgiveness blah blah and happy ending fluff🥰🥰🥰

Ps: pls don't make y/n forgive him so easily, give y/n some pride pls😓

Have a good day✨💅

I DO WRITE ONESHOTS!!! and omg of course!!!! I WILL GIVE Y/N SOME PRIDE! Y/N NEEDS THAT!

Spilled Milk- Jungwon x gn! Reader

warnings: embarrassment, arguing, angst wc- 1.3k

MASTERLIST

Today was fantastic, you aced your tests, got a free drink at your campus, AND you made a new friend in one of your classes. You were bouncing off the walls practically. You hummed songs as you walked down the street, you and your boyfriend have lunch together every Wednesday. Since he has work you usually only have this one day to hang out with him, unless he has a day off.

You actually had met him at this very lunch spot when you used to work there. The day you met Jungwon he was stressed from work and he spilled his milk for his coffee everywhere. He apologized profusely and helped you clean it up. It made you smile at the memory, you were now 8 months strong and you loved being around him even on bad days.

Walking into your former place of work, you got a table and started talking to the waiter.

“How’s life Y/n? Anything crazy on campus?” He asked, pretending to take your order so he could catch up with you.

“They stole the campus mascot from across town.” You laughed and looked up at him.

Your old friend and you caught up and you just got two waters. You waited for Jungwon, looking out the window. You grew bored and he was late, but you didn’t want that to damper your mood. You had texted him multiple times asking if he was okay but got no response. You sighed and REALLY tried to not get sad.

Eventually you ordered a small pastry and coffee while you waited. The side of milk made you smile, it was just how Jungwon ordered his on the first day you met.

“Sorry I’m late.” You looked up to see Jungwon, he looked exhausted.

“It’s okay my love.” You smiled up at him- he didn’t smile back.

That was… Different…

Your friend came back up to the table and asked Jungwon what he wanted, your friend was being nice and a good waiter, but Jungwon just said ‘coffee or whatever.’

“Dude are you okay? What’s your deal?” You asked, you were concerned for your boyfriend. Usually, he doesn’t act like this. Usually, he is kind to workers, especially in this field. Especially because he met you when you were a server.

“It’s just a long day Y/n, I don’t want to talk about it.” He mumbled and looked out the window. Your eyes narrowed at his response.

“You don’t have to but don’t be rude to the server.” Your words sounded cold, “it’s not like he made your day shitty.”

Jungwon looked at you, irritation evident on his face. What has gotten into him today? He genuinely never acted like this.

“Oh, so you defend him now? Why don’t you just go out with him, he can see you more.” Jungwon asked, irritation and attitude plagued his tone.

Your jaw was practically on the floor, “what?”

“You heard me.” Jungwon sat back and looked out the window again.

“Genuinely what is your problem today?” You- rather loudly- asked, “all I did was want to see you and have a nice lunch as usual, but no! You’re just being rude. If you had a bad day, maybe you shouldn’t have come.”

Jungwon scoffed and mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t hear it but honestly, you didn’t want to know either.

“I’m leaving.” You slammed down cash for what you ordered and walked out- you didn’t even see that you knocked over the milk for your coffee.

You walked out of the lunch spot, tears in your eyes. Jungwon just publicly embarrassed you by being rude to a waiter.

“Y/n what the hell?” You felt Jungwon grab your arm to stop you. You flipped around and poked his chest.

“No, you don’t get to be mad at me! You embarrassed me in front of an old friend and in public! I don’t care if you had a shitty day! You don’t act like that in public!” You were seething at this point.

Jungwon looked shocked, then irritated again, “don’t tell me how to act in public! I already have people doing that enough! You aren’t my manager, and you aren’t my parent either!”

“Clearly you need one if this is how you act.” You said and backed away from him.

“Don’t even- I have way more responsibilities on my plate than you, I am allowed to be stressed.”

At this point you were crying, not wanting to argue anymore, you just stormed off and back to your small apartment near your campus. You slammed the door and pulled your hair slightly. You had such a good day and Jungwon completely shit all over it. You never knew your boyfriend to be that much of an asshole and it made you feel like you might be wasting your time with him. Taking a deep breath, you went to the bathroom to shower and relax.

You didn’t even think to check your phone which was blowing up with texts from Jungwon. You had your phone on do not disturb and you made a pact with yourself to keep it on do not disturb until the morning.

Laying down in your bed looking up at the ceiling wasn’t helping anything, you were letting your anger fester, which wasn’t good at all. Sighing and turning over to scream into your pillow distracted you from the tapping on your window from the fire escape. When you sat up, hair messy and eyes burning with a hatred towards the man outside of your window. It was late at this point and so he did look a little creepy outside too.

Groaning you opened your window, “what do you want? Come to yell at me again?”

“No! I mean, no.” Jungwon looked at you and handed you a drink, “it’s a coffee, because you left yours there.”

“Wow what would I do without you.” You said sarcastically, your face unamused.

Jungwon looked like a scared dog at this point, “I’m sorry for making a scene. In public…” He cringed remembering it.

“Why don’t you tell your manager or parents- instead of me. You know because I’m neither of those so I can’t tell you when you’re acting out in public.” Your voice monotonous.

Jungwon swallowed hard and looked around awkwardly. You could tell he was trying so you scooted slightly on your bed.

“You can come in- only because you brought coffee.”

Jungwon nodded and scooted in your room, it was dark, only the lights outside from the window lighting up your faces. He set the coffee down on your nightstand, then he sat back by your window.

“I’m mad at you.” You bluntly spoke.

“I know and you have every right to be- I was a total ass, it was my bad. I paid your waiter friend extra and cleaned up the milk you knocked over when you left.” He spoke quickly.

“Wait what?”

Jungwon got the courage to look up at you again, “when you stormed out- you knocked over your glass of milk. Like I did when we first met.” He sort of smiled at the memory, still not wanting to piss you off even more.

“You cleaned up after me?” Now you felt BAD for making more work for other people.

“Well yeah, I felt really crappy for acting like that.”

“You should’ve.” You said and looked away, “but… thank you for making up for it, even when I wasn’t there to witness it.”

Jungwon softly went to grab your hand and squeeze it, “I feel horrible, can we get breakfast tomorrow? I will make up for it I promise.”

You looked at him, you were still somewhat mad and now rightfully embarrassed about yourself. However, again, Jungwon was really trying to make it up to you.

“Fine. But you’re paying.” You said, you smiled at him and Jungwon felt a weight off his shoulders.

“Also… Not to intrude but… I kinda snuck out of my dorm so I’m locked out, can I sleep here tonight?”

You felt yourself laugh at him, “yeah whatever you can.”

[tubbypeddle]

Vampire Kakyoin with totakak?

hi!!!

vampire kakyoin!! that's unique, I haven't written anything like that before!!

(also i'm going to assume you mean jotakak 😭 I can't imagine that would mean anything else)

sorry this took so long, I was a lil busy today 😓

(author's note: major spoilers for part 3! I apologize if this isn't what you were imagining, but this is the first thing that popped up in my head when I read vampire kakyoin😓 credits to gif owners!! also features other characters that will be listed in the tags. let's see if you can catch the little unspoken details I added ❤)

enjoy!!

Noriaki doesn't remember where he is, or how he got there. There's water rushing around him, and his head and neck hurt.

There's a horrid hunger in his stomach that he can't understand. He doesn't know what he's craving, but it's not food. His stomach cramps.

He's pretty high up in the air, and he can hear the commotion of a fight somewhere nearby, where he can't see. Is he in a water silo?

He slowly, carefully, makes his way out of it. He lands onto the ground with a splash. His legs are weaker than he first realized, and he collapses onto the ground with a grunt.

"Where the hell am I?" Noriaki grumbles. "Hierophant?"

His oldest and closest friend shimmers into existence behind him and lays bodily over his back. Something tight in Noriaki's chest releases into relief at the sight of him.

"Where are we, Hierophant?" Noriaki asks, though he knows Hierophant doesn't know anymore than he does.

His point is only proven when Hierophant shrugs. Noriaki sighs.

The hairs on the back of his neck rise, and a second later, a body slams into the concrete right behind him. When Noriaki swivels around, his sight doubles and the pounding behind his eyes gets worse.

Another presence appears before him, as if they'd teleported there. And Noriaki knows immediately that this presence is dangerous. This is something not to be defied.

"Hoh?" it says, steps lightly into Noriaki's field of vision. Its shoes were ridiculous.

Despite his pride, he cowers away from it, crawling backwards until his legs give out.

"How interesting," it continues, stopping just before Noriaki's trembling form. "I'd never imagined taking blood from you like this would turn you."

The other form that was crumbled beside Noriaki stirred, and when he saw his face, Noriaki stilled.

It wasn't that he was handsome, or stoic, or injured. It wasn't even the fact that this man was so familiar that it nearly doubled Noriaki's vision again.

It was the blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. Noriaki could smell it. Like iron and sweetness combined into an intoxicating package.

Noriaki could taste the saliva pooling in his mouth. He wanted the blood dripping from the man's head.

"Kakyoin," the man says, his eyes turning from stoic to worried. Noriaki could barely hear him over the static in his ears. "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, I'm afraid that our dear friend is far too gone now. I'm sure he must be absolutely starving right now," the dangerous entity says.

The hunger that was curdling in Noriaki's stomach urges him forward. He's crawling towards the injured man on all fours, staggering and frothing at the mouth. The man in turn scrambles backwards away from him, but Noriaki doesn't stop his hunt.

He can see the man's lips moving, he's probably saying something, but Noriaki can't hear him. The ringing in his ears is too loud.

But he can hear the dangerous entity says, "He's so hungry, Jotaro Kujo. You better run while you can."

What follows is laughter that Noriaki can only describe as maniacal. But he doesn't focus on that. He can't focus on that. He's so hungry. He follows after the man with the hat that scrabbles to stand and run away from him. He won't let his prey get away that easily.

When Noriaki pounces on the man, fangs bared, he and the man both go down to the ground. Noriaki prepares to sink his teeth into the man's neck, but the man manages to get a stick in his mouth just in time. Noriaki growls around it, snapping his teeth trying to break through it. But it's then that the man's voice gets through to him.

"Kakyoin, listen to me! You won't kill me. Do you understand me? You won't. I'm your friend."

Something about the way he says it has Noriaki pausing despite his starvation.

"Do you hear me, Noriaki Kakyoin? I know you're still in there. I know my friend is still in there. And he'd be devastated if you killed me here."

Hierophant is summoned without Noriaki actively calling to him. And all he does is look Noriaki in his eyes. The space behind his eyes throbs, and a memory flashes before his eyes.

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"Really?"

The voice is astonished, which Noriaki considers a win in his books. His friend usually never sounds anything other than stoic.

"I'm your first friend outside of Hierophant Green?"

"Well, yeah. Nobody wanted to be friends with the freak who could see things that weren't there."

Noriaki's voice is full of bitterness. Resentment. He didn't know if he could ever forgive the kids who treated him horribly as a kid.

"For what it's worth," his friends starts. Noriaki feels a warmth over his hand, and when he glances down, he sees his friend has laid his palm over the back of his hand. His face feels hot. "I'm glad I get to be your friend in this lifetime."

And Noriaki Kakyoin meets Jotaro Kujo's eyes, unhidden by his hat for the first time since he's met him. And he smiles.

-----

"Jojo," Noriaki mumbles, muffled behind the stick, but still comprehensible.

Jotaro underneath him flashes a rare smile. "There you are, Seaweed."

He says it in Japanese. His nickname for him rolls off his tongue more naturally than English does. Nori.

Hierophant helps Noriaki stand when Jotaro finally takes the stick out of his mouth. He's still hungry, and he still wants Jotaro's blood. He doesn't know what's holding him back from eating his friend alive right now, but whatever it is, he is eternally grateful.

Jotaro takes his stance in front of Noriaki. The sight makes him feel hot in his face, but safe.

"Come on, Seaweed," he says. "Maybe we'll find a way to use your new Vampirism to take down DIO."

[pparadiselost]

Hiii could you possibly write nsfw hcs for luna from blue lock(not many write about him and im dyinggg😓)? Thank youuu

so to speak.

leonardo luna x gn reader nsfw headcanons. warning(s): nsfw, degradation (giving) minors do not interact.

leonardo luna is mean. he has no use for people that are useless in his life, and he makes that much clear. even when he has you pinned to the bed, your body all pressed up against his, he’ll make sure you know your place. it’s up to you whether or not you want to behave and obey him, but if you show even the slightest bit of rebellion, he has no issues putting you in your place. 

he degrades you endlessly. he calls you shameless, a stupid whore for getting off while he’s telling you how absolutely filthy you are. do you like it when he tells you that you’re worthless, no better than a cocksleeve made to take him? do you like being treated less than human? does it really feel that good, having him pound into you while you’re nearly on the verge of tears from how mean he’s being? luna has no issues reminding you how filthy you look: thighs stained and sticky, lips swollen, ruined to hell and back like the brainless slut you are.

even though it might seem like he’s being mean simply for the sake of being mean, luna takes a lot of pride in making you feel good. he’s always keeping strict tabs on your body, figuring out what makes you twitch and mapping out all the sweet spots that have you quivering underneath him. he likes making you squirm and beg for mercy, but if he really wanted to, he could easily have you cumming all over his dick in no time. luna just likes to take his time and watch you fall apart for him, desperate to feel his cock inside you no matter how many insults you have to take before he’ll give it to you.

despite his sadistic streak, luna is a classy man! his favorite way of having sex with you is by spoiling you beforehand. he’ll treat you to a fancy dinner, complete with matching outfits that he’s generously paid for, and after the two of you have enjoyed a romantic night out together, it’s like he’s flipped a switch the moment you get home. he’ll be tearing your clothes off and bending you over the side of your bed, and he’ll fuck you until you’re broken and crying underneath him. as much as he loves you for your body, he wants you to know that he cares about you in a way that’s so much deeper.

as harsh as his lovemaking is, his aftercare is gentle and sweet. he’ll patch you up and bring you drinks, making sure that none of his degradation has actually hurt you. if you’re interested in trying anything new in bed with him, luna will eagerly test things out! this is how he learns that he’s into his own share of pain. he wants you to pull at his hair, scratch his back up, bite back a little even, so that he can have that much more fun pushing you down and overwhelming you.

he also strikes me as the kind of guy to enjoy airplane sex? it fits his suave but cheeky vibe. he’ll be nice to all the stewards on his private jet, but the moment the doors close and you’re left alone with him, he’s taking his pants off and telling you to pleasure him. he’ll watch you with pointed eyes as you bounce up and down on his lap, telling you to keep quiet unless you want everyone else to figure out that you’re fucking him like a desperate whore that couldn’t wait until landing. truth be told, luna couldn’t care less if they figured out—it’s so much more fun to see you get all worried about someone hearing while you try to ride him, your hole unconsciously clenching up around him whenever luna scolds you for moaning.

[fantomette22]

(For Bloodborne)

10, 16, and 18?? 💀

I answered 10 here ! As for the rest it is quite long so putting it under there. Hope you ready 😅

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Hm... wait I need to remember all the things I don't appreciate... and try not to make ennemies 😓 (it's really not my goal it's just personal preference mostly. Seriously depending how things are explained and presented there's lot a thing I can actually enjoy! While I would dislike when it's just throw and spam without context.)

Hm well you know as for characterisations when it's reduced to like 2 traits or extreme good / extreme bad it's hm... yeah. I mean I know I ain't a good exemple but I barely share dark headcanons 😓 but they do exist hehe.

Of course absolutely don't mind and love silly shenanigans (when you're hanging with your friends and having fun it's not always very serious) and also more dark and matures ideas. When people share it doesn't mean it's all they think to the characters! Gotta take the all picture!

But it does bother me when people believe in almost caricatural interprets like it's canon and talk down on others with different views. Somehow like they are the worst thing...like wtf.

Also well typical extreme talk about Gehrman, Maria and mostly Laurence I suppose (maybe a bit Lulu aka the holy blade but it bother me a bit less because people are generally not spamming to or being annoying as much as the others. Oh Micolash too). When people reduced them to just 2 things or an extreme. I feel it really doesn't fit with the infos within the game. I'm not a fan at all. They are all morally grey and humans. They are not clearly all black or all white. they are morally gray, they are humans!

In more details now. Well for Gehrman you know my stance already. Clearly yeah he had some issues in his life and did bad things but clearly I don't think he was a misogynistic asshole and all the stuff. Like it just don't make sense to me. I don't even wanna vent about it today XD

As for Maria well. Look I don't have a problem with the headcanon of her being a butch lesbian. I mean it's even one of my AU actually. (to put it really really simply. Bc I like having several interprets disconnect to each other in their own settings). It can be very interesting in an overall big story I think. The problem I have is when it's apparently her only unique traits and if you think or headcanon otherwise for any reasons you are apparently the worst shit to exist and getting block. Being labelled as sexist, homophobic etc. Well idk but that kind of reaction kinda tell me who the real -phobic one is 😕 really that is sad like wow who hurt you people?! to have this much anger to people just trying to have fun. Thankfully it's clearly just a minority of people who are agressive like this. And I hope they will grow, gain maturity and realise there's really no need to be that mean about such a thing. But it's been a while saw smt like this so I prefer to put this behind me there's hope.

As for Laurence I'm not really a fan of him being the ultimate bitch devil (or angel but nobody has that take almost. That would be a change. the tragic vicar who only had good intention but accidentally fucked up and try his best until the end😔 I mean I don't agree with that either but that's a change). I mean by this, that I think he did both. Good and bad things. That he had honorable intentions at first but overcome by a bit of ego and pride he fucked up really bad. And then realised his mistake but it was too late to correct it... his theme inspire great strength but who end in tragedy and pity. So overall tragic these too. Him being depicted as just a smug unlikable bitch is something I have a hard time with. I mean yes I like to imagine him being a smug bitch too at times for sure! it's fun but not like all the time and making it his entire personality. If that make sense. I don't see how he could be an important religious figure, doctor and having so much support by just being a manipulative ass all the time. Especially if he start from ground 0.

And hm... i have nothing again it and people so that we're clear but hm EXCEPT in certains very specific context* I am not personally a fan of Laurence being drawn with horns on his head. It just isn't my cup of tea. I'm not sure to understand what's the interest don't make sense to have Laurence looking normally human + just horns but it's just me.

*EXCEPT WHEN : symbolism and symbolic art (no prob I like those actually. Horns + when he's burning in human form for exemple onlooking like religious symbolism) ; "decoration" like lil detached horns, like you would put flowers or sparkles or little emoji next to a portrait of a characters ; before he transformed but with other signs of beasthood (actually him human with horns can be nice but I prefer when it's like mini horns not full cleric beast ones + idk a giant arm with claws and fur growing, eyes looking weird, teeth growing, his hair being longer and messy etc).

Now last I will stop after...

I think a whole fic or interprets on a really dark and realistic Bloodborne universe like our world can be super interesting! But I don't enjoy when people seem to think Bloodborne is 100% our 19th century with just a couple of eldritch things in it? Ok it's closer to us compared to medieval fantasy like DS or elden ring. But I feel it's fantasy too. if we had a map I won't be surprise if that's not Europe or a map that existed in real life. Lot of things don't fit to be actual victorian era. It's just inspire by it : invention and technology aren't on the same lvl. Either they are missing important inventions or are too advanced. (Molotovs appeared during spain war and were named like this during WWII) people don't seem to have 10 children working in factories or mines as well. Women are doctors, academic, hunters etc No steam machine or electric bulb but who knows. I could make an entire things... Looking at all the real life inspirations for the game is great! Create a very realistic story is very cool! But I would personally be more on the side that's it's more of a victorian fantasy. Like Sekiro can't be in our world or how Dark souls is a medieval fantasy as well and isn't medieval age accurate.

Oh boi i forgot about victorian london. Jokes are fine but bloodborne is more inspired on Prague and eastern europe i feel. You and Katy developed it more anyway

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Ok I don't know how to answer this so have a list (of ideas in my head I need to share /write one day lmao) :

Maria backstory (no seriously I want stories on her childhood, her family, what happened, how she felt toward them. Conflicted? Good terms but separate ways? Actually work for them for a while? Disowned? I wanna know! If she's actually close to Annalise ? More important in royal family that we know? Or really a random noble related to them?) Is her pyromancer real?! why she dislike blood blades?

How she got her Rakuyo

How she met Gehrman? her training? WHAT HAPPEN I NEED TO KNOW uxkcblkDOLFMBOEAMl: (sorry XD) work for Laurence & co too

Important lore Charcacters backstory before this whole mess (Laurence, Gehrman, Ludwig, Willem etc yeah basically everyone lol I won't do the entire list XD but how did they meet each other what bound them what happen.)

Stories how the healing church + blood transfusion actually came to be?

Byrgenwerth era (yeah sorry I love it XD)

So yeah overall timeline before the hunter arrive (help)

Cainhurst, Annalise, vilebloods, potential KING of Cainhurst

So yeah Logarius too

Loran, Isz and pthumerians lore??

Dores and Gatekeeper my beloved

Caryll (yeah just Caryll)

Izzy and bestial hunters. How the bestial rune was forbidden, why Laurence had it etc

Ok is everyone except 5 persons gonna ignore the fact freaking Gehrman can make more than just weapons?! well wood stuff are oblivious but how did bro can make such refined clothes hello?!?!

Religion practise how it works in Yharnam, how citizens and clerics actually practise it.

What's their history, their legend, how the geopolitic within the country is and others XD (it's more a critic about the game in itself than fandom really) In truth I'm a bit sad we know lot of countries and regions within Dark Souls but almost none with Bloodborne! Like many people are from foreign countries and we have 0 names compared to the dozens in DS. we just have like vaguely Yamamura asiatic country, Eileen's one, Valtr's city, Loran and Isz. As for Gascoigne Gilbert Brador and all the others we don't know anything. In Dark Souls we have names and we know where people came from : Catarina, Astora, Forossa, Mirrah, Carim, Vinheim, Lordran etc)

Event being seen by random citizens or young characters growing up could be interesting!

I mean many characters again

I might stop here or it will never be over sorry... I'm not even sure it's really slept one but I wish we have more. There's just so many possibilities and things that can be created!

[dracocheesecake]

Hi again, it's been a while now, but I just wondering you doing ok today, and I just wondering you can do Canon (i have no idea how to spell it) of kai x stressed reader

Because I'm really upset about my mom like 3 months ago like right now

It's ok you have things to do

For me I'm really bored and upset now 😔😓

And I having things to go through tho 😔

Sorry for interrupt something (idk I spell it right😓)

No, it's fine! I'm ok and I hope you get better eventually, too. I'm sorry you're going through that. I can whip up a few headcanons for you! 🤗 No worries!

Kai x Stressed! Reader Headcanons:

As soon as Kai sees that something is bothering you, he'll immediately start getting angry- not at you, never at you, he's only angry that something is upsetting you and he wants to make you feel better, immediately.

It might seem like he's interrogating you at first- his tone will be harsh, and he'll practically bark at you, demanding to know just what is going on with you, and demand that you tell him now- he's not angry at you, he's just worried and doesn't know how to express it properly outside of anger.

If he makes you cry, he'll start to soften. He didn't mean to hurt you, he's just worried and doesn't know how to help- and that feeling of helplessness makes him more angry. Eventually, he'll reluctantly apologize and try to inquire about your problems in a more gentle way (difficult, for him, but he tries for you).

Once he knows what's wrong, he'll try to comfort you by first offering (usually violent) solutions to your problem (ex: threatening to take someone's chi if it was a person who upset you), and if that doesn't work he'll start trying to joke around a little, trying to get you to crack a smile.

Eventually he'll just take you in his arms and hold you for awhile. He doesn't say anything (he never knows what to say, deep down he's afraid to say the wrong thing) but his presence is enough.

He'll let you cry into his shoulder if need be. He again doesn't say anything, but you can hear him grinding his teeth. He's just so angry for you, angry that you have to be this stressed and upset. He'll gently rub your back, letting you cry as much as you need to.

Once you've cried it all out, he tells you more about his plans, using this as a means to reassure you that you'll soon have nothing to ever stress over again- once he's stolen the chi of all of the greatest warriors/pandas of China, then the world, you'll rule by his side with absolute authority, and nothing will ever bother you ever again-he'll ensure it.

If it's a person who has stressed you, once you've calmed down/go to sleep, he'll leave for a bit...and then return with a special jade amulet for you to wear (the chi of the person who bothered you, despite your protests). He'll tie it around your neck with pride, assuring you that no one will ever cause you distress ever again...whether you want it so or not.

Overall, he cares for you, just doesn't go about it in exactly the best way.

[ruminate88]

Letting the Hurt Go:

11/04/24 What a Journey ❤️‍🩹

You cannot make people love you, treat you right or apologize to you… So you have to let the pain of all that go!! Releasing your own self from the burdens of the past!!! I daily have to choose to keep forgiving the past.

My personal story is in my past, I’ve had three different men that seemed to be toxic towards me and criticize me a lot. They basically made me feel ugly and stupid. Back when I was talking to them, I had no idea what their intentions were and nobody knows someone’s true heart anyway so I don’t have proof of what they’re real intentions were but the way they hurt me really impacted me for a long time….

I’ve been years, trying to make sense of it all and get answers. My last relationship would not break up with me, but whenever I broke up with him, he seemed like he had a robotic response to me and didn’t seem like he had any emotions to give me. Ugh 😣 that was super creepy and hurtful . Overtime, I tried to get answers from him but sadly he kept changing his story on me AND so at some point, I had to just walk away because he was never going to “fix things” with me. 😓❤️‍🩹 I realize now that probably a lot of his issues were internal within himself and not so much with me. I got the brunt of it all for sure.

This past year I have experienced so much physical and mental changes, good and bad .. I’ve been getting so much clarity but a lot of the clarity has been very, very painful. I’ve been sad most of this year, not depressed just sad like a grief state.. waking up sad and questioning why my exes can’t love me back and why they chose to hurt me so much but you know that’s not gonna change. 😢

I would love to hug my exes and tell them that everything’s OK that years have passed and despite it all that I’m not expecting anything from them but at the same time, when I think about how they hurt me then yeah, I still get upset and I want them to know that I’m hurting, but it’s just not going to help anything. My last two relationships broke my heart to the point that I can’t ever trust them again sadly and so it makes no sense to even run back to them at this point so I have to make it right with them in my own heart.♥️ I have to let ALL the hurt, the brokenness, the pain, the sadness and the pride of “feeling stupid” go…. I even have to let the hope for change go too!! After all, it’s been many years, and I have not heard from either of my exes which one of them is blocked, but he could have still tried to reach out to me from another place IF he wanted to fix it all and he does not. I believe it’s because they’re so ashamed of how they hurt me and they cannot acknowledge me, so they have to run away from me instead…. I could be wrong though, they may not feel any guilt at all. It’s really between them and God!! 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I’m not their judge and if they judge me, that is their issue. Neither of us has been perfect although I tried so hard to be what they wanted me to be to make them love me back, but I cannot make anybody love me the way I love them. I physically moved on from them years ago, but I’ve kept them inside rooms in my heart and I’ve kept those rooms locked up for so long not even sure how to deal with all the intense feelings and the emotions that I’ve had for them… the way I felt so damaged by them. They can’t take it back even if I begged on my hands and knees. What they’ve done is over and can not be changed. I daily pray for forgiveness for ALL OF US ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[beenbaanbuun]

THE MINGI ANGST??? please I love you so much for refusing to write hurt no comfort, it makes me feel so safe because sometimes that shit jumpscares me and I'm like nuuuaaarrrr 😭😭 Mingi's so precious 🥺 I can relate to the stress building up and coming apart at *the worst* times so bad, love the fact that reader handled it with such maturity, making a very clear point without berating him or making him feel worse ❤️❤️ also love mings for immediately coming to his senses and trying to apologise, we love us a man who has no unnecessary pride or ego when it comes to his s/o 😔😔

~lyra

hurt no comfort is terrifying 😭😭 like wdym you’re going to make me cry and then not fix it?? please!! i need them to be happy!!!!!

but i’m happy you liked it!!! i think that no matter how hard we try to control our emotions, there’s always going to be times when an explosion comes and sometimes it’ll come at the worst possible time. i feel like mingi would be the type to explode and then immediately regret it (literally me lmaooo), especially if people he loves get caught in the crossfire. he’s just so sweet and precious that i don’t doubt his ability to be the bigger person and apologise

god, i love mingi 😓

[maerenee930]

hi friends.

so once again, some of my coworkers, a supervisor (not today but one day last month) and some of our members have said some very homophobic and transphobic things. they have been very hurtful and have made me feel so uncomfortable 😣

honestly after pretty much every time that has happened, i have had to try so damn hard to not start swearing i mean— shouting at them or not bawl my eyes out. (which i absolutely do as soon as i’m able to get in my car for my lunch break or while i’m on my way home from work. 😣😭😞)

and it was pointed out to me by my aunt (i’m sure i’ve mentioned this lol. but she works there, she has for a long time now and was the one who suggested i apply for a job there), my other supervisor and our hr person that our credit union is a very open and accepting place for those apart of the lgbtq+ community. (and i know of at least one other coworker who is apart of the lgbtq+ community and who is like out and openly talks about it 💙)

but to hear at least 3 of my coworkers and one of my supervisors agree with members who have said some very hateful/hurtful, homophobic, transphobic (and a few other members have also said some very racist and sexist things. the racist comments didn’t happen today, but has happened by the same member multiple times while he also said homophobic and transphobic things. and the sexist comments were by a few members back when i like first started) and continue the conversation and saying just as hurtful homophobic and transphobic things- it just- it gutted me. it still does.

and it makes me feel like i can’t be open about me being non-binary/trans, bi/pan/queer (i identify with all of them and they all are accurate and i feel that i can identify with those labels. if that makes sense.) and demisexual.

and i also feel like i can’t wear anything pride related to work. it makes me feel like i need to hide who i am from everyone and it’s safer to so i don’t cause any unnecessary issues with anyone or possibly have anyone say anything awful like all of the people i mentioned have.

or i feel like i need to be embarrassed or ashamed of who i am and that i should feel horrible about myself. that i’m not allowed to be me or be proud of who i am and what i identify as.

and i would say something to our hr person or my other supervisor, but idk… i don’t feel comfortable to yet. i feel like i’m gonna get told i’m misunderstanding them, i need to be more understanding because everyone has their own opinions and because they are older than me i need to understand that people from different generations have different point of view and i need to not take what they say to heart. or that i’ll get told i need to be respectful and that i can’t and shouldn’t say anything to them (the people saying the horrible stuff) because it could cause unnecessary issues and especially with our members it wouldn’t be professional.

or i’m worries i’ll get told that i’m being too sensitive/overly sensitive, i just need to ignore them or not let them bother me or what they say get to me, and i’m just afraid nothing will really get done or change. you know?

i’m afraid that i’ll get told that i’m taking it too seriously, it’s not that big of a deal or that i’m being over emotional (or too emotional). 😖😓😞

and i just feel like i am being overly/too sensitive. 😞 like yes, what they are saying is wrong and hurtful but i mean like realistically and unfortunately, there are going to be people like this at any job and i need to just get used to it and grow some thicker skin. 😣

but like, what can i do or how can i just ignore them?

how do i not let what they say hurt me so badly or get to me as much as it does? 😓

[zepskies]

Yay! So glad you enjoyed this one. 💞 My comments on your comments below! ⬇️

[SB's fears]: It certainly looks that way. Poor bby. 😓 But the reader's able to eventually wake him up with some good old fashioned "damsel in distress" syndrome lol.

Thank you for commenting on being able to "hear" the Frenchie line!! As small as it is, I really tried to nail his voice there lol.

And Butcher lmfao. I love writing him. It was only right to have him "figure it out," but that "dickmatized" line seems to be everyone's favorite (and mine lol).

Absolutely her sass! By now, she's been through too much to be intimidated by Grace, even though she knows she can get in huge trouble right now.

I'm so glad you love her speech to M.M.! Everything you said there is exactly what I wanted to come across.

Ben's a bit testy, isn't he? loll His side is understandable, born of his pride, his hurt, and his trauma, like you said. But I'm also very glad you could feel both of their emotions in this, as it's an emotionally charged chapter for sure.

Who's shooting at them?? Find out next chapter... 😏

FRANK LIIIVES! 😂😂 Is he the shooter? Is he there to save them? Stay tuned, folks. (🤣)

Again, thank you for commenting on all these chapters. I know it was a lot to get through, but I loved reading every single one! Each new review that came in put a huge smile on my face. 🥰🥰

Break Me Down - Part 12

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them… [18+ only! Rated M]

**Start from the beginning: Prologue

Word Count: 5,700 Tags/Warnings: Violence and peril, angst central, a touch of PTSD, and a surprise ending… 

Part 12: All Your Wicked Ways

Something was wrong. 

It was a gut instinct, but yours was far too often right. 

Ben had been sleeping for a long time. After he’d fallen asleep yesterday, you did shortly after from the combination of fatigue, pain from your broken ribs, and the painkillers in your system. 

But even after your keepers had woken you with a tray of food, Ben still hadn’t woken up.

“Ben?” you tried calling to him, but he didn’t rouse from where he laid in his cot, one arm pillowed behind his head and the other across his stomach.

You got up, your pain making you slow as you made sounds of struggle. 

You went to the large window and supported yourself with your hands on the glass. You called his name again, louder.

His face scrunched a little, but your voice couldn’t penetrate the Novichok haze—the poison being pumped into his cell to dull his senses and keep him too drowsy to function.

You paused as you heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. It turned out to be several, in fact, as a team of Vought security guards came to your cell. 

“What’s going on?” you asked. No one answered you as they grabbed and handcuffed you with your arms in front of you. You struggled, but you didn’t have the strength or energy to give much of a fight. 

They wheeled in what looked like a large metal casket. You had only seen one of these in pictures, but it had to be a cryochamber. 

A doctor in her mid-fifties accompanied them, giving directions on how to safely enter Ben��s cell. Your eyes widened.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shouted. Panic trilled down your spine as the guards fitted themselves with special suits and gas masks. The doctor turned toward you as the guards led you out of your cell and into the hall.

“You’re being transported,” she informed you. 

“Where?”

“To a lab with better security.”

“Why? Where’s my father? I know that bastard’s still alive,” you demanded, but it seemed you weren’t interesting enough for the doctor. 

You spied her last name, Baker, embroidered above the breast pocket her lab coat. You finally recognized Dr. Tonya Baker; you hadn’t worked with her much during your time at Vought, but you knew her by reputation.

Your heart fell into your stomach. 

You struggled against the stern grip of the guard holding you and shouted, “Ben, wake up!”

Between your voice and the commotion outside his door, he started to rouse.

“Get her out of here,” said Dr. Baker. 

Your guards tried to drag you, but you dug your heels in and made it as difficult as possible. Meanwhile, Ben could hear you—when you called his name and now, while you were struggling. He finally drew enough energy and strength to open his eyes and sit up in the cot. 

Once he saw you being manhandled against your will, his fury sparked. 

“Hey!” he barked. He managed to rise off his cot and draw himself to his feet. The first door of his cell slid open for the guards in their hazmat suits. Once that closed, the second one disengaged, and they came pouring in. 

Ben fought them. He managed to punch the first one into the far wall, shaking the fortified glass. He snapped the second man’s neck and broke a leg on the third, but they just kept coming in batches of three or four. The room was misty as hell, slowing Ben’s stamina, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. 

Their strength was in numbers, and gradually, they were able to latch onto his arms, kick behind his knees to bring him down to the ground.

He saw the mask coming towards his face, and the well of panic, hearing your distressed yelling of his name—it gave him the strength to break the chain of men holding him down. 

That’s when he noticed the star bolts zipping outside his cell. 

You were still fighting against the guard’s hold. You ripped back his sleeve and bit into the man’s wrist, eliciting a yell of pain. His grip eased up enough for you to steal his secondary gun on his belt, and despite your cuffed wrists, you shot him in the leg twice to bring him down. 

You raised the gun at your next attacker—Frenchie, who raised up his hands in friendly surrender. 

“Cherie! It’s surprising to see you alive,” he said. You grinned.

“A good surprise?” you asked, and you shot another guard approaching from behind him. 

Frenchie flinched slightly, but after he watched the man fall to the ground, screaming and clutching between his legs, Frenchie’s lips raised in a more genuine smile. 

“Yes, I think so,” he teased. 

You looked past him and watched as Kimiko, M.M., Annie, Hughie, and Butcher took out the rest of the guards. You didn’t see Dr. Baker anywhere; in all likelihood, she’d fled the scene when she saw her opportunity. 

Ben still remained in his cell, and you went to the glass window. He looked all right as he met your gaze, but there were about ten bodies lying around him. His face was firm and assessing. Still, you read the uncertainty behind it as he met your gaze.  

You sighed and turned to your team. “Hey, guys. Good to see you.”

Annie went to you first, grasping your shoulders. Her large eyes peered into yours.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Well, more or less,” was your weary reply. Your ribs were throbbing, but you raised your cuffed hands. “Think you can help me with these?”

Annie raised a hand over your cuffs and concentrated her powers into melting them, just enough for Kimiko to strike through them. You slid off the remaining metal pieces and rubbed your stinging wrists. 

“All right, let’s get a fucking move on,” said Butcher.

“Hello to you too,” you replied, raising a brow. 

“Oh, just you wait. You’ve got plenty of fucking explaining to do,” he said, leveling a finger at you. He slid it over to Ben, who watched him right back. 

“Ello, gov.” Butcher smirked. “Look at you, all gift-wrapped for us.”

He turned to M.M., who approached with an especially terrifying-looking gas mask. Your eyes widened. 

“Ready?” Butcher asked him. 

“Ready to knock this motherfucker out and bring him into custody,” M.M. grimly agreed. 

“Wait,” you said, stepping past Annie to get between M.M. and Butcher. 

With your back to the glass, you didn’t see how Ben’s eyes followed you. They hid a thread of uncertainty. He had a feeling you might do this, but he didn’t know what to expect from your team. 

“It doesn’t have to go down like this,” you told them. “He took out Homelander. He could help us bring down Vought. This fucking tower, the whole thing.”

“Is that why you ran at the airport?” M.M. asked. Then he shook his head. “Never mind. We don’t have time to debate this.”

You held out a halting hand. “Look, clearly they're not done making supes if they brought back a new and improved Black Noir. Now they’re selling V24 to the military. They need to be stopped, and with our help, Ben could do it.”

“Oh, it’s Ben now, is it?” Butcher stared at you shrewdly, then at Ben himself. The latter just tilted his head, his mouth quirking with an edge of cockiness. 

Butcher raised a brow. His gaze returned to you, noting the way you stood your ground, but pursed your lips. You were hiding something…a guilty conscience, perhaps. 

“Bloody hell. You two’ve been fucking,” he realized. 

Shocked silence spread through the rest of the team. 

Your embarrassment radiated off your flushing cheeks, and it took everything within you to resist looking back at Ben. You didn’t want to see what kind of expression he wore, but you could guess.

“No,” Annie regarded you with shock. 

“Seriously?” Hughie remarked in a high voice. 

“That’s…well, that’s none of your goddamn business, is it?” you tried to be stern, but your embarrassed shuffling made it lose some of its effect.

Kimiko shared raised brows with Frenchie, who just looked amused. M.M., on the other hand, grimaced with disgust. That actually stung, but you crossed your arms. You didn’t have a good answer for them. Not one you wanted to say in front of Ben, anyway.

“I think we can come to an agreement here,” Ben said at last. 

You turned around, and he gained the attention of the others as well. He briefly met your gaze before he shifted to Butcher. 

“Worked for us once, before you tried to double-cross me,” Ben said. 

“You want to take out Vought.” Butcher glanced at their surroundings, specifically Ben’s cell. He gave a snort of amusement. “I could understand that.”

“Butcher,” M.M. said sharply. 

“We–we should probably get out of here now,” Hughie pointed out. He looked back down the hall nervously. You agreed with him; any moment now, more guards could be coming. 

“Think about it,” said Ben. “The only way you’re getting that mask on me is with a fight. One you’ll probably lose, fucking miserably. We can have the same deal as before, no strings. Until Stan Edgar and Noir are dead.”

It took Butcher all of seconds. 

He turned to Frenchie and said, “Open her up.”

“Butcher, what the fuck!” M.M. argued. 

“What do you fucking want from me, eh? Their special ops security will be all over us soon,” Butcher said. 

But he shared a meaningful look with the other man that you didn’t miss. It sparked your suspicion.

You stepped back as the first door unlocked after Frenchie hacked the commands. Then the gas misting up the cell receded.

There was an immediate reaction from Ben. He blinked in relief as he started to breathe easy. The brain fog making it almost impossible for him to stay alert slowly ebbed. 

He took one step into the hall before it happened—all in a rush, but not unexpected. He blocked M.M.’s punch and tossed him across the hall. 

Someone jumped on his back. He heard you shout, but before he could rip off the hanger on, Kimiko slipped the mask over his face and deployed a heavy dose of nerve gas. It was enough to drop him to his knees as his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Lights out. 

On the way to Supe Affairs, you weren’t happy, but there wasn’t much you could do. 

You were still in your Vought-issued gray pajamas, bare footed as you rode along with your friends in Frenchie’s van. In the very back was the haul of Ben, laid to rest in a chamber keeping him sedated. 

You had to explain to the rest of them that your father, Jonathan, was Stan Edgar’s Chief of Security. You were a cog in Vought’s wheel once upon a time, but joining the S.A. helped you escape. Ben offered you a way to achieve what you couldn’t at the S.A.—taking it all down.

Still, M.M. looked at you like he didn’t even know you. 

“How do you explain fucking him?” he asked.

You shot him a tight frown.

“First of all, none of you know what the hell I went through,” you said. “At first, I was just trying to learn how to read him. How to survive and somehow get back home.”

Emotion clogged in your throat when you thought of seeing your sister again soon, and your mom. You thought of all you had gone through in past two months, and knew that it had changed you…

For better or worse, you didn’t yet know for sure. 

“But for all his arrogance, his chauvinism, his massive ego and general bastardry, there’s still humanity in Ben,” you said, looking up at your team. You thought they had become your friends…but you supposed you would see. 

“Why else would he save me?” you said. 

They didn’t answer. You turned your head to Annie, but even she didn’t look convinced. Though you could see she wanted to be on your side, it was difficult for her to reconcile her own feelings about Soldier Boy. You certainly understood that. 

“He’s too powerful to kill,” you also pointed out. “Putting him to sleep like this will just make it worse when he wakes up…but if he’s properly motivated, he could do some good.” 

“Or off anyone who looks at him sideways,” Butcher wryly replied. “He’s dickmatized you, love.” 

You could tell the others sided with him on this. 

“You can disagree with me,” you said, “but do you have a better way to kill Noir and take down Vought?”

At the S.A., you were able to shower and get on proper clothes in a black tracksuit and some sneakers. You weren’t allowed to find out where they’d taken Ben yet, but Grace Mallory oversaw the transport, just as she called you into her office for your immediate debriefing.  

It felt more like an interrogation, not unlike the one you underwent to be recruited for the manhunt of Soldier Boy.

You felt like a different person sitting across from her. This time you sat up tall, not intimidated by the ice blue stare that greeted you. The lines in the older woman’s face were drawn, but there was an unyielding wall within the woman that you could admire. 

It just didn’t change the fact that right now, she was your opponent. And the chess game had begun.

“You went way off-road with this assignment,” she said at last. You raised a brow. 

“I’m sorry my kidnapping inconvenienced you,” you remarked. 

“Don’t be cute. You know what the hell I’m talking about,” Grace said. “At this point, I’m debating whether to bring you into custody along with Soldier Boy.”

“I’m the one who got him back to the States,” you pointed out, sitting back in your chair with your arms crossed. “I had to get in contact with my father to make that happen. Do you know what that cost me?” 

You resisted an uncomfortable shudder. They’d given you more painkillers for your ribs, but it wasn’t enough the relieve the damage of that encounter. Not to your mind. 

“Aside from any other self-debasing tactics I used in order to do my job, not to mention save my own life. Without me, and the sacrifices I made, Soldier Boy wouldn’t be in a cell downstairs,” you finished. 

Saying those words stung. Like you were somehow betraying yourself. 

“That doesn’t fool me,” Grace said. In fact, her shrewd gaze was much like Butcher’s. It saw straight through you as she tilted her head in wonder. “You care about him.” 

Your lips tightened. 

After a moment, you answered.

“He was tortured for forty years,” you said. “Whether he admits it or not, he’s got scars just like the rest of us…but more importantly to you, he can help us take down Vought once and for all.” 

Grace considered you with a shifting light. “I didn’t think that mattered to you.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you retorted. “But make no mistake. You will pay me what you owe me for this mission. If you think you’re going to welch on your end of the deal, then I’m about to be your long-term problem.” 

Grace huffed in wry amusement. 

“I have a feeling you will be, regardless,” she said. 

“And to that end, I will be checking in on Ben,” you replied. “He’s a person, not a weapon or a lab rat.” 

“Mind yourself, young lady,” Grace snapped, her eyes narrowing. “I admire your sense of loyalty, but in this case, it’s misplaced. That man is a bastard and a murderer, with a devastating power he can’t hope to control. And you, frankly, don’t have any standing to make demands.” 

“And what’s your body count, agent?” you challenged. “Have they all been sanctioned kills?”

When she didn’t answer, merely staring back at you, you stood up.

“You’re right, he can’t control it. Yet. Maybe that’s something productive you can get your damn scientists on,” you said. 

And before you left, you added one more thing. 

“I may not have your security clearance, your power, or your money,” you said. “But I’ve got a big fucking mouth. So unless you want me to use it, my clearance now includes seeing Ben.” 

Grace stared back at you for a moment. 

Her nails tapped on her desk as she assessed you. 

Releasing a long sigh through her nose, she relented. A little. 

“Fine,” she said. “If you can convince him to ally with us on the Vought issue, I’ll allow you to see him.” 

You nodded. For all that Grace hated Soldier Boy, she was a practical woman. She saw the same opportunity you did, and was willing to take advantage of it…even if you both knew that convincing Ben to play ball would be damn near impossible. 

In fact, this would probably be your biggest challenge yet. But this, you were willing to fight for. 

“I can start tomorrow,” you said.  

It seemed that Vought and the CIA had been thinking similarly on how to confine Soldier Boy. 

You spent one strange night back in your musty apartment before you returned to the S.A., bright and early, so that Grace could lead you to a lab below the main building. It was dark and made of pure concrete, encased in titanium. 

In it was a state-of-the-art cell with three metal walls that had to disengage before you could reach the inner room. Inside those four corners of fortified, bullet-proof glass were scarce furnishings. Ben himself was strapped to a bed, with a mask held over his face. 

At least he was out of the coffin, but it was difficult for you to watch, even as the scientists and guards unstrapped him and left the cell. The mask disengaged from his face, allowing him to breathe real air as he started to wake. But gas flooded into the compartment, not unlike Vought’s setup. 

You and Grace stood outside the glass. She glanced at you with sharp nod. Then she left you alone. 

Well, relatively speaking. There were guards posted at the entrance of the three walls behind you, controlling who got in and out of the cell area. 

Once all the walls were back in place after Grace’s departure, you let out a shaky breath and stepped forward with the plate of food you brought, along with a few bottles of water.

Ben was moving off the bed, trying and failing to clear his head as he took in his surroundings with a furious glare. It only dimmed slightly when he realized you were there. 

He made his way toward you, and you pressed a button that would allow you to safely pass his meal to him without letting any nerve gas escape the inner cell. Ben removed the lid from the plate, inspected the chicken and vegetables with an unreadable expression.

Then, with a burst of force, he took the plate and tossed it as hard as he could into one of the glass walls. 

You flinched. But by the time he looked back at you, you’d schooled your expression, merely raising a brow. 

“That was real fucking mature.” 

“Suck on my balls, sweetheart,” he retorted. He cocked his head to the side.  “Oh wait, you did. Last Tuesday.” 

You glared at him with a hot blush spreading across your face. That was not, in fact, last Tuesday. But you didn’t rise to his bait.

“Are you really willing to partner with the S.A. to take down Vought? Or was that just you bluffing?” you asked. 

Ben started to pace in irritation. You knew he was upset, and itching for revenge on anyone that would dare confine him again. You could guess what being in a cell was already doing to his mental state. 

Which was why you were here, desperately trying to help him.

“Really, would you rather be hunted all your life, or would you rather just play ball here?” you tried to reason. “Become a real ally with the S.A. Show Mallory that you can operate within the law.”

Ben looked up from his pacing just to glare at you.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to with all these demands, huh?” 

“You, Ben. I’m talking to you!” 

He ignored you, resuming his pacing. “I’m a solo act for a damn reason.”

Oh really? you wanted to say. That’s why he needed your help to try and get to Stan.

“That got you here, now didn’t it?” you asked. 

He didn’t answer. It made you think you weren’t going to get anywhere with him today. Maybe he needed some time to cool off.

You sighed and turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“You’re just going to leave me in here?” he asked in disbelief. And you thought you could read a throughline of hurt behind his eyes. “I saved you…shit, I’ve lost count how many times now. And still, you fucking betrayed me.”

“Don’t you do that,” you warned. Though you felt a prickle of guilt run down your spine. “You know very well what got you here. I tried to stop it. And I’m the only one who’s on your side right now.”

“Doesn’t fucking look like it from where I’m standing.”  

You sighed in frustration. “I’ll tell you the truth, I don’t want to leave you in here. But if I can’t trust you, they never will.” 

“I don’t know what delusions you have about me,” he said, coming closer. 

“But when I get out of here, I’m slaughtering anyone who gets in my way!” he shouted savagely. 

He banged his fists into the glass so hard that it trembled, making you flinch with a gasp. A more concentrated fog smoked up the cell. Ben coughed and cursed as he stumbled back, and eventually, he fell unconscious right there on the floor. 

You watched in dismay. Despite his rage, it still hurt you to see him like this. Like a caged animal. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you forced yourself to leave the cell before the cameras caught them. You knew Grace would be monitoring this exchange later. 

She would probably feel vindicated at what she saw. 

The thought disgusted you as the outer walls parted, allowing you to leave. M.M. was waiting for you at the exit. He’d seen the entire thing through a monitor at the control desk, where two guards sat eating their lunch. 

“You want to protect that piece of shit?” M.M. said, jerking a thumb towards the cell. “That’s what he really is. And he clearly don’t give a fuck about you.” 

Your jaw tightened. 

“I’m not going to justify my actions to you, M.M. I know what he’s done, especially to you," you said. "But he didn’t just let me live. He protected me, saved me, more than once. From his own men even. And…he was kind to me, in his own way. I have to think that counts for something.” 

M.M. shook his head at you in disbelief.

“Maybe he went soft for a pretty girl, but that doesn’t mean he ain’t a monster,” he said. 

“That’s not all there is to him,” you said. “You didn’t see it, M.M.”

The other man watched you for a moment, before he let out a deep sigh. 

“You actually think he can be saved,” he said. 

“Maybe,” you said. “We’ll see.” 

He crossed his arms. You understood how he felt, but you couldn’t deny what your instincts told you about Ben…and your heart as well. 

“He’s right about one thing,” M.M. said. “You are delusional.”

A few days went by as the team went back to work at the S.A. as usual. But your days during your first week home became marked by your strenuous visits to Ben.

Once again, he’d rather pace than look at you. You had a feeling it helped him stay awake.

“I fought for my country,” he groused. “I don’t fucking deserve this.”

“Oh, would you stop lying?” you said in annoyance. “You’ve only ever fought for yourself. You didn’t even fight in World War II! You’ve never been a soldier. And unless you get a fucking clue, you’re going to continue being the massive man-child your father saw in you.”

Maybe it wasn’t kind, but you were fed up with his stubbornness. You turned to leave. 

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me!” Ben shouted. 

You raised a brow, and you turned on your heel. The man was livid, standing in the center of his cell.

“Or what?” you challenged. 

But you soon relented at the way he withdrew–into himself. 

You had checked the monitors before you came in; he was trying not to sleep, wasn’t letting his body rest. This place was like an open wound: complete wall-to-wall glass, no privacy, nowhere to go, and nothing to do. He couldn’t distract himself with drugs, or TV, or good food, or even good sex and conversation. 

This was terrible for him, and you knew it. 

“Ben, I want to help you,” you said, letting out a shaky breath. You laid a hand on the glass. “Let me help you.”

His gaze was angry and unyielding. 

“There’s only one way you can help me,” he said. “But you won’t fucking do it.”

The team was giving you a wide berth. Even Annie greeted you in the office with more politeness than warmth. 

Above all else, you remained professional, but it was a simple fact that your team was no longer your team. They didn’t trust you, or your judgment. And you refused to show how deeply that hurt you. 

However, until you all got a breakthrough on taking down Vought and Noir, there was still work to be done. So you fell into step back in with the Surveillance team.

That meant taking your place as second-in-command to your manager, as well as returning to your cubicle next to your coworker Jess. She hugged you when she saw you, even shed tears. 

You’d hugged her a bit awkwardly, but you were touched. You hadn’t thought she cared about you that much. 

She told you that the entire Surveillance department had been worried about you. That they’d missed you, especially your calm, supportive leadership. (Apparently your manager had been stressed handling the entire department without you.)

That at least buoyed you throughout the rest of the week. 

When you returned home on Thursday, however, you received an unexpected call. But when you saw the caller ID, you inwardly kicked yourself before you answered. 

“Louisa?”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” came your sister’s sharp voice. 

So many things, you thought with a weary sigh. You held your phone to your ear while you tried to find something to cook for dinner in your pantry. All you found was a box of spaghetti…which dragged up bittersweet memories you’d rather not think about. 

“I meant to call you as soon as I got back,” you tried to explain. “But I’ve been in full debrief mode. It’s been a circus since I got back, Lou.”

You slammed the pantry shut and went for the frozen dinner in the freezer.

“I don’t care. I didn’t hear from you for almost two straight months…” 

You knew the S.A. hadn’t told her anything about your kidnapping, but you knew she had to have been worrying when you didn’t check in at all after that first time in Medellin. The sound of her emotion-choked voice made your own eyes sting. 

“I’m sorry, Lou. I’ll come visit you this weekend, okay? I’m still taking care of some things at work.” Namely a grumpy supe on lockdown. “How’s school?”

“School is fine!” she snapped. You heard her take a breath, presumably to calm herself. She had a bit of a temper, just like you, but your sister managed herself much better than you. You supposed being more well-adjusted had its perks.

“Mom was worried too, but I kept her calm. Focused on work,” she said. 

“I appreciate that. Thanks,” you replied. You knew you had to call your mom soon as well. Maybe you’d stop in on her after your sister. 

“I better see you this weekend,” she grumbled. You smiled. 

“Love you too,” you said.

“Love you…okay, I’ll let you go for now. But don’t forget!”

Once you said goodbye and hung up, you held the phone to your chest and heaved another sigh. You were exhausted, really. Sleep hadn’t been coming easy to you ever since you got back. But you knew it was nothing compared to what Ben was going through.

Which was why you visited him every day.

The next morning, you made your pitstop to the “cellar,” as you’d been calling it in your mind.

You’d brought whatever Grace allowed you to give him, like books and magazines, and an old iPod to listen to music on, but he mostly ignored you.

This time, however, he seemed in a different mood as you sat in a plastic fold out chair and ate your breakfast with him, on your side of the cell of course. You took another bite of your blueberry muffin while he pushed aside his bland-looking eggs. 

“So, how much did you get paid?” he asked. His tone was nonchalant, but his gaze was accusing. You let out a breath and looked up at him. 

“Enough to put my sister through college and pay off my mom’s debts,” you told him. “I took this job for my family, Ben.”

His finger tapped on his arm, but he didn’t relent. “Selling out is selling out.”

Wow. He really had the nerve to compare you to the way his team sold him out.

You’d tried to be nice. You really did. But he could be such a massive pain in the ass.

“You don’t seem to understand just how much shit I’m in for trying to help you right now,” you said. 

Ben mustered up some strength and got up from his cot. He drew near to you, crossing his arms.

“If this is your idea of doing me a fucking favor, then I don’t need it,” he said angrily. “I don’t need a naive little girl like you to help me do jack shit.”

You set down your muffin and stood to your feet, matching his glare. 

“Like you didn’t need my help to get into Vought Tower?” you pointed out, satisfied by the way he piped down. Silently simmering. 

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be awake right now,” you added. “You’d be back in an ice coffin.”

And that could still happen if you couldn’t convince him to cooperate with Supe Affairs.

“Fuck off,” he snapped. “And fuck you.”

Oh really? You frowned. At this point, you wanted to slap him. It seemed to be his sheer stubbornness and ego that was keeping him from his own freedom, and that, you just couldn't tolerate.

“You know what?” you said, grabbing your muffin and your fold-up chair. “Suck my dick, Ben. When you’re ready to talk to me like a human being, tap on the glass.”

You left him behind to do your real job, and this time, you didn’t let him halt your steps.

You’d scarcely entered your apartment that evening, when a shadow on the living room sofa gave you a small heart attack. 

You flipped on the lights and found your younger sister, arms crossed with a raised brow. On the coffee table in front of her was a glass of soda. It looked like she’d made herself comfortable while waiting for you.  

“Louisa! What are you doing here?” you exclaimed, with a hand on your chest. “Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?”

“I heard you coming up those rickety stairs and thought I’d pay you back for disappearing in South America,” she said. 

But soon enough, wide grins took over both of your faces. 

You pulled her into a big, warm hug. Tears burned in your eyes, and one or two slid down your cheeks as you tried to get ahold of yourself. 

“I missed you so much,” you confessed. You were just slightly taller than her, able to comfortably pet her hair and press a kiss to her cheek. Louisa was just as emotional, her pretty eyes filled with happy tears. 

She was about to speak when the glass on the coffee table suddenly shattered. 

You both flinched, and your sister gasped. You held onto her shoulders tighter, more protective as you assessed the room. You listened closely. 

A shot rang out, but it hit the wall beside your head. You moved at the last moment and narrowly avoided the third shot that would’ve struck you between the eyes. 

“Get down!” you yelled, forcing your sister to crouch along with you and move across the living room. 

Bullets tore with a vengeance through the windows, crashing into vases, picture frames, shattering the surface glass of the wooden coffee table, and ripping into the sofa until its internal fluff rose into the air like cotton confetti.

You protected Louisa’s head as you both took shelter behind the sofa. 

“What’s happening?” she shouted over the cacophony, but you didn’t have an answer for her yet. 

Your front door burst open and shattered the lock. You tensed, looking for where you stashed the spare gun you kept at home. The S.A. hadn’t gotten around to issuing you a new glock yet.

Heavy boots came through your apartment. You grabbed a piece of broken glass and told Louisa to stay down.

But when you stood and met your attacker, he was nearly three times your size. He grabbed your wrist in a firm, but not painful hold. He pulled his black ski mask down with a hand and revealed a familiar face. 

Your eyes widened, your mouth gaping in shock. 

“Frank?”

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“Wait, wait. You’re not getting out of this.” Louisa leaned over and grabbed your hand. “What’s the deal with you and Soldier Boy? I thought the whole point of your mission was to capture him.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I was on the job, things went sideways, I got captured, and things got…complicated.” 

Frank huffed. “I think the kids are calling it Frenemies with Benefits.” 

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When A Snake Bites: 🐍 ❤️‍🩹

11/18/24

Not all snakes are poisonous, but imagine this:

You fall for the snake and you try to gently hold him and love him so much but because of who he is, he cannot understand why you are holding him and his reaction is to bite you because that’s what he does for his defense ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Now imagine you let the snake go and he runs away … what did you expect? Did you expect that snake to be able to stay there beside you and apologize? No…. That snake is gone and he is not coming back to you. You were so gentle with him, but it doesn’t matter because as long as you were holding him, he was not going to understand it and he was always going to bite you. 😭😭😭 (it’s all out of fear)

Now you are left with the poison inside of you and you have to heal from that and it takes time but chasing that snake, demanding an apology and wanting for that snake to explain why he bit you is just not going to happen❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Maybe this story or analogy seems harsh, but I mean it comes from the deepest part of my heart ❤️ and of course I wanted to know for so long why my exes chose to hurt me when I felt like I only wanted the best for them, but you know I’m not sure that they could help it and honestly, they don’t have to do anything at this point nor do they have to apologize or explain anything to me!!! understanding that their problems are their own and stem from a a darker place than I can understand, is the only thing giving me comfort.

people argue that I shouldn’t have empathy for them… that I shouldn’t care about them this much or that I should respect myself more and I should basically “write them off” and prioritize myself…. only care about me… blocking their numbers or keeping a distance from them I’m sure that’s prioritizing my well-being and yeah I shouldn’t trust them or let them back into my life, but that doesn’t mean I just write them off or never care about them ever again. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I always wonder how their mental health is…

There is a difference between caring about somebody and then wanting to be in a relationship with them . feeling sorry for them is more than what most people would give to them. I’m finding this out and I’m also realizing that I have to get over my own self and my own pride because my ego doesn’t want to be hurt by them. I don’t want to feel stupid because of them however it’s just how it is and I have to let them go and let them be who they are. 🐍😓 I can’t change them or make them something they’re not. Can’t hold on to the hurt and I realize that we often do this because we want change. We want that person to be what we want them to be and they’re just not going to bottom line. I cannot heal my exes. I cannot make them see who they are. They may think that everything‘s fine that their world is normal and I’m the one that’s messed up you know? It’s possible that I’m the villain in their story and if that’s true, then that’s what it is. I can’t change that, but I have to focus on making a life for myself without them because they’re obviously never going to be in my love story anymore 💔💔💔 I have to heal for me and my family. Not for them. They also need to heal for them and their loved ones… not to heal for me becuase obviously we didn’t work out for reasons only God knows ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I miss and love them. God knows this!!!!