#i want to be a fly on the wall for all of it

[nightingale-prompts]

Talking to Batboy

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"Do you want to talk?" Dick asked sitting at the end of the bed.

Danny had been spared from the memories of that night but it had done nothing for his mental health. He was handling the loss of his wings well at least. Although losing a limb was still not a good feeling.

But that isn't the problem. None of this is the problem.

The problem was…

"Why me?" Danny asked tucking his legs to his chest.

"What?" Dick asked confused.

"What made me so special? Was it just my wings?" Danny narrowed his eyes.

"I...don't know. I just wanted-"

"That's not an answer! It was the wings, wasn't y You don't care about me! Of course, it was the wings!" Danny jumped off the bed and moved towards the door.

"Danny, is it so hard to believe that I wanted you because I cared?" Dick grabbed Danny's hand pulling him back.

"Yes! This city is full of poor unfortunate orphans. The only reason I was special was because of how I looked. But that's not real! That's not what I am." Danny shifted, and his real appearance began shifting across his body. "BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THE REAL ME!

Danny started to hyperventilate as he pulled back until he hit the wall. He slumped to the floor.

"I don't belong here. I should never have come here." Danny said to himself.

Dick keeled down and spoke gently.

"Your right you did stand out. I thought you were a lot like me. Optimistic and energetic despite the pain you were in. I didn't know what you were and I still don't understand. I wish you'd just tell me so I can understand. I want to help you."

Danny scoffed.

"You want to help me?" He laughed taking off his shirt and letting his glamour fall showing the scars he had.

The lightning scar that ripped through his arm and chest all the way to his eye. The burn marks and blast marks littered his body. The unmistakable dissection scar.

In that moment Dick knew that he hadn't seen himself in Danny. He had seen Jason. Sweet little Jason who has a light in the night. His little brother who he hadn't treasured enough until he was gone.

"Danny…you.." He was lost for words.

"You don't want me. Even my parents didn't want me. Honestly, you are all the same. You don't see me as what I am. Just a monster. Not human." Danny grumbled.

"That's not true Danny! Stop trying to put words in my mouth! I love you, is that so hard to believe?" Dick held Danny's shoulders as the teen pushed him back.

"Yes! Now get away!" Danny phased through Dick and flew away to escape. He couldn't handle this right now.

Wings or no wings he could still fly. That was comfort enough.

He flew as quickly as he could only to end up in Crime Alley again. As eerie as it was it gave him a place to collect his thoughts.

Unfortunately, he forgot it was home to the relevant Red Hood or Jason. His unwitting family member. That was no longer a secret especially when Jason recognized him as Phantom. At least he didn't tell everyone.

He didn't want them to know the truth. He did want to be an undead monster to them. He could go through that again. He refused. He'd rather return to the realms before suffering that again.

When Jason came (probably sensing his presence) Danny felt overcome with emotions. He hugged Jason feeling a little less alone.

"Hey, Spooks. What are you doing out here?" Jason asked letting the boy hug him.

"I…picked a fight with Dick," Danny said embarrassed with how he acted…again.

"First time?" Jason laughed "Trust me as his kid you probably will do that plenty more times. I know I still do with my ol'man. But Dick isn't like Bats. He loves differently. Although they both care too much, Dick is good at communication. Just talk to him."

Jason seemed more jovial now. Less pained. Apparently, now that the Joker was dead and gone a weight was taken off him. That and the tainted ectoplasm being eaten by Danny.

"I don't think I can," Danny said, what he wanted to do was run away. He may have gotten too deep into this. Maybe returning was the best thing.

"Then you sure chose the worst possible guardian. He's gonna keep looking. He did not going to stop either. So sucking it up and facing him is the best possible route." Jason laughed as Danny sighed. "You can't keep running."

"I can try." Danny thought bitterly. He could just rip open a portal and disappear. No one would know.

"Red Hood. Danny." A third voice entered the conversation.

"Batman." Jason scowled.

"I was sent to look for Danny." He said simply. "He should be focused on healing."

"How'd you find me this fast?" Danny gripped rolling his eyes.

"I had a feeling. Come along, Danny. " Batman reached out to Danny.

Reluctantly Danny waved goodbye to Red Hood and took Bruce's hand.

Bruce didn't take Danny home immediately. Instead, they climbed one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. Danny stared up at the sky. The stars were blocked out by the light and smoke. He always hated that part of Gotham.

"Danny look down," Batman said urging Danny to sit with him.

Looking down the city shined. Each light is like a blazing star.

"Each light you see is a person. Despite how difficult life is here they still choose to live their lives." Batman said. "They don't know if they will be safe but they still strive for more."

"Do they really think that or do you just hope they do?" Danny barked clinically.

"Both. It wasn't always like this. The city used to be dead silent before I became Batman. Now they have the strength to fight back even in the night. That's why I do this. So Danny, why do you fight?"

Danny was never really asked this. He had a reason right? A good one.

"I wanted to protect my hometown." Yet he no longer needed to do that. He controlled the ghosts now. They lived a peaceful life now.

"Then we have something in common. I want to protect Gotham. But I'm not perfect. The world we live in is unpredictable with forces we don't understand. I thought if I understood something then I'd have no reason to fear. That suspension was leveled at you because I thought it would protect you and the world. However, I only made you afraid."Batman apologized. He wasn't very good at that but he was genuine.

"What if I'm a threat? What if I'm dangerous and hurt people? People you care about." Danny wanted to aim that barb at Bruce but it actually hit him. He was scared that one day he would become that other version of himself.

"Then I want to help you because I know you don't want to hurt people. Trust me there isn't a metahuman on earth that doesn't share your fear." Batman put a hand on Danny's shoulder.

It felt surprisingly warm against his cold skin.

"I want to talk to Nightwing. I think. I think I'm ready to talk." Danny was finally ready to tell him the truth. Even if it scared him to death.

[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋ🧸 bows and bottles ౨ৎ

pairing: girldad!megumi x wife!reader

summary: megumi had been shocked by you multiple times this year. finding out you were pregnant? a shocker. with a girl though? even more shocking. good thing he was a natural.

tags: pet names, pregnancy, afab!reader, domestic au, marriage, insecurities, fluff

(a/n: another lovely ask by @lexiene !! i think every jjk character is a girldad personally )

those two lines you showed to him changed the course of his life.

he was nervous sure, but you being there always calmed him down. he examined the rest of the items you'd placed in the gift box one by one, noting the gender-neutral clothing.

"you don't know the gender yet?"

"no silly! i'm only like.. a month. i think i have to be eighteen weeks or something to know."

"oh, okay."

"are you hoping for a gender?" you asked, moving your legs to face him on the couch.

"no, as long as they're healthy." he answered honestly, though the thought of having a girl did make him feel a bit nervous.

"hm, okay."

the weeks working up to the appointment you'd made were nerve wracking for megumi. you'd only been suffering mild symptoms of nausea and fatigue, so he'd been at your hand and feet most days.

the months had passed and your bump had grew. he'd been an angel for you, never letting you complain for more than a couple seconds. he'd wake up in the middle of the night and cook for you if you needed, he just wanted you and his kid to be safe.

as he drove to the appointment, reality set into him. you were having his baby, and they were going to find out the gender right now.

but an idea struck you in the car. "hey, how about we have them keep it a secret? we can have a fun little gender reveal party."

he physically slumped at the idea, relaxing a bit. "yeah, sounds good. but a small party, gojo is way too much of a lightweight for a huge one like last time."

you laughed at the memory, looking out the window as you held megumi's hand close to your thigh.

the visit at the doctor's was quick, they put the results of the ultrasound into an envelope for you two, and let you take home dozens of copies of the scans.

you went home content, smiling brightly as you looked over the pictures.

"they have your nose." you said out of the blue.

"you can't even tell that, it's a scan."

"yes i can."

"whatever you say."

the next week you had a small get together with some of your friends and megumi's. you wore a plain white dress since you didn't mind if it was a boy or a girl, and megumi wore a white button-up.

gojo wore a pink shirt, and argued with yuuji who was wearing a blue shirt.

nobara was carrying bags and bags of baby supplies, but was also wearing a pink shirt.

nanami was there holding a small gift box, he wore a white button-up with a pink tie.

they, along with some of your family, all held up confetti poppers. at the count of three they blew them up, pink confetti flying everywhere.

as gojo and nobara high fived each other, cheering at how they were right, you and megumi hugged eachother.

you now were able to go crazy, making everything really cute and pink for your little daughter. bows and bunnies scattered her nursery, pink flowers painted all over the walls.

cute rugs and rocking chairs, even her crib got a princess canopy.

nobara had gotten you the cutest little dresses and shoes, in the tiny box nanami had gotten for your baby girl it was little earrings. pure gold with a gemstone of her assumed birthmonth.

the months passed by really quickly, megumi kept his missions to a minimum so he could stay clung to your side.

he was a saint like always, holding your bump up for you to give you a few moments of relief, massaging parts of your body, he'd always be there for you.

but your little girl was stubborn and refused to come out. when he thought you were sleeping he'd speak to her, ask her nicely to come out tomorrow, speak about how excited he was to see her.

after a couple nights of that and morning walks? your water broke. he grabbed the overnight bag and made it to the driveway, only to realize..

he forgot you. oops.

picking up an annoyed you, he made it to the car and drove as fast as he could safely.

you delivered your baby safely, megumi thinking his wrist was going to snap from how hard you had it in your grip. he rolled his eyes though, because you were right.

she did have his nose. and his hair color, and his eyes. but she had your skin color, your lips, your eyebrows.

she was adorable.

she slept the whole day, not waking up unless she was woke up by you or him. she was an angel. barely ever crying.

he was relieved to find that she had your demeanor, your expressiveness that was more than just a straight demeanor most of the time.

he was the happiest when he looked into her and saw you, features of you that worked so harmoniously with his.

she was perfect.

she definitely had a favorite. spoiler alert: it wasn't you.

she always giggled when megumi was around, her first word was papa, much to your dismay. she clung to him all day, he was a natural at everything after all.

whenever he'd go on missions she'd cry, him having to call you just so she could fall asleep.

when she became a toddler? she'd run to the door to greet him everytime he'd come back. staying up past her bedtime just to see him.

but always passing out in his arms, wanting to stay by his side as she slept.

he'd do her hair once it was long enough. she begged and begged for him to learn how to braid, and after much consultation he learned.

he was there with her when she got her ears pierced, holding her hand as the needle went through her ear. it didn't hurt, but the numbing sensation felt weird. she wore the golden earrings she was gifted 5 years ago with pride, almost convincing megumi to get his ears pierced too.

almost.

she had him wrapped around her finger, doing anything she wanted whenever. if she wanted a toy she had it the next day. she wanted to go somewhere? let's start planning a family trip.

he taught her how to read patiently, grabbing any number of baby books to help her piece together the words, clapping together when she read a page successfully.

they shared a sweet tooth, so most of time he'd 'sneak' her snacks. candy, lollipops, chocolate, cupcakes, they'd share them together and laugh because they thought you didn't notice.

they were like two peas in a pod, they acted exactly the same sometimes. shed repeat his sentences, the way he walked, and even his facial expressions.

she clung to you just as much though, don't get it confused. she loved your attention on her as much as he did, scrunching her face when you two kissed in front of her. her using her body to push you away and 'reprimand' megumi.

he loved his girls so much, he didn't think life could get any better than being sandwiched in between the two of you while you watched random movies in the living room.

but it magically did, when for his birthday he was gifted baby socks. "are you joking?" he said, hugging you both tightly.

"those are too small for him!"

"they aren't for him sweetheart."

with another baby girl on the way, and his two treasured ladies right beside him, he definitely thinks he was born for this.

to stand by all of your sides, forever.

[girliism]

priest in training au

art waited for you outside the campus church. peeking around the corner every now and then until you finally walked out giggling with your friends. “psk.” art called out. when you looked to where the sounds were coming from you saw art, your boyfriend motioning for you to come to him.

you said goodbye to your friends before walking over to where art stood, looking back behind you to see if anyone was watching. the second you’re in arms length art’s hands reached out to grab your forearms, pulling you to him and pushing you against the brick wall. the sound of surprise you make is swallowed by art’s lips on yours. the kiss is quite eager on his part. “art, wait.” you say in between the kiss. you drop the books in your hands to push at art’s shoulders when his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“art!” you whisper shouted, hand covering your mouth. “stop, someone could see us.” you looked around to make sure no eyes were prying. art pressed a chaste kiss on your burning cheek letting both his hands rest on your waist. “sorry, i’ve just been wanting to do that all day.” he laughed softly and you bit back a smile. “but i um actually wanted to ask you if wanted to the drive-in tonight. like as a date.” a date? yours and art’s first date.

you look at art, eyes widening a little and you stand up straighter fiddling with your cross necklace. “i’d love to.” art let out the breath he was holding in. “you’d have to sneak out.” oh.

you’ve never snuck out of anywhere before and you’re so nervous. your two roommates were fast asleep as you slipped out your bed pulling off your nightgown and replacing it with a modest skirt and white top. you debated on whether you should quickly pull your hair into its signature bun but decided against it. you held your breath all the way down the hallway of your dormitory building till you were out the back door, following the directions art gave you to the parking lot. art was leaning against a car when he saw you running towards him.

“you have a car?” you asked out of breath from running. art shook his head taking in your appreciation. “no, it’s patrick’s. you’re not wearing your bun?” you looked down at feet shrugging. “yeah, is that ok?” art immediately nodded his head. “of course, you look nice.” art opened the door for you and the ride to the drive-in was nice, the windows were down so the cold air blow in your face cooling you off.

art parked the car looking over at you. “did you want some snacks?” you shook your head. the drive-in was playing grease and half way through you felt art place his hand on your thigh. you let your fingers slowly pull your skirt up to your knees so his hand could slip under it easier. art didn’t even need to make it all the way your thigh to feel you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt. “when did you get so easy?” art whispered in your ear, his fingers teaseing you. soft moans fell from your lips and your legs widened. art’s middle and ring finger drag through your folds and up to your clit.

your eyes fell close and as loud moan ripped through you. suddenly remembering where you are your eyes fly open and your legs squeeze shut. art’s fingers dig into your thigh a little trying to get you to open them. “it’s fine, no one can ever see us it too dark.” art whispers against your lips before kissing you softly. the sweet kiss quickly turns messy. yours and art’s lips moving against each other’s breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. your hands move to unbuckle art’s jeans pulling out his cock. art groans into your mouth feeling your soft hands around him. you bring your hand up to your mouth to spit in it before stroking art with a tight grip.

some song from the movie if playing in the background as you and art pant and moan into each other’s mouths. his fingers working figure eights over your clit while your hand moving up and down his dick, thumb pressing into his slit now and then. art’s finger tips keeps dipping into your opening but not fully pushing in. “oh my goodness.” you moan. “you-you can put it in.” art waste no time pushing in pointer finger into your pussy. you’ve never fingered yourself before and your toes were curling from the stretch of of his single finger. “you’re so tight.” art pumped his finger in and out of you slowly trying to remember back to the many videos he’d watched and how they did it.

“is that good?” art asked, watching for your reactions. “really good.” you nodded. “go faster.” at your command art fucked his finger into you faster his thumb moving back and forth on your clit and you matched his pace. loud moans and wet squelching filled the car and when art’s finger pressed into that soft spot you you didn’t even know was there you saw stars. “oh!” your orgasm hit you without warning and you came all over art’s fingers. art pulled his finger out of you sucking it into his mouth. you finished art off with your mouth. his head thrown back and his hand pushing your head down.

you guys managed to catch the rest of the movie before it ended, driving back to the campus where you made out in the parking lot. you broke the kiss. “i had a lot of fun tonight, thank you.” art smiled at you. “me too.” you said your goodnight, leaving to sneak back into your dorm not knowing what waited in your room.

with a dopey grin on your face you opened your room door where three sisters and your roommates sat waiting for you. “and where were you tonight young lady?”

(was gonna let the night end on a cheerful note but who doesn’t like drama. literally no idea what’s gonna happen next tho…..)

[sitepathos]

From Gold to Mold

Chapter 2: The Neglect

The drive to the airport only made you feel more nervous about living here; you’ve only ever known Goodsprings, a town so small you could see everything in less than an hour, and now here’s a giant city that makes you feel like an ant. Even Vegas seems small to Gotham. And if their size wasn’t bad enough, the buildings’ weird stone creatures looked like they were waiting to fly off and scoop you up.

Luckily, your Daddy’s house is outside the city, surrounded by a wall with large fields behind them. It made you feel a little better that you wouldn’t be surrounded by so many people all the time.

“And here we are, Master Y/N,” mr. Pennyworth says as he pulls up in front of the massive mansion.

You get out and start to feel even more nervous. This isn’t a house, it’s a castle! Like the ones Momma showed you when she was researching stuff for her books. You’d probably need a map just to find the bathroom!

But, Mr. Pennyworth climbs up the stairs to the front door and you don’t want to make him mad, so you follow behind him. He opens the door and you’re inside a massive room with a giant grand staircase with a long red rug leading up to a second level that you can see leads to other places in the mansion.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/N. If you’ll follow me to your room, please.”

He leads you to the second level and down a few hallways to a room on the other side of the mansion. As you walk, you can’t help but think that all of Goodsprings could live here and there still be lots of room left.

“I apologize for the walk, but as Master Wayne and I have been the only two long term residents of the manor, the rooms meant for the family have not been in a suitable state for quite some time. And since it’s been some time since we’ve had guests stay over, the usual guest rooms have been repurposed for storage. I’m working on having one of the family bedrooms ready for you as soon as possible so you’ll be close to your father.”

“It’s alright,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. You really didn’t expect the butler to be so nice to you. “Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He frowns a bit, but says nothing before opening the door to reveal a room smaller than your one back home. A bed sits in the far corner of the room with a dresser directly in front of it, a big tv sitting on top of it. There’s a door to the right where you enter the room.

“That door leads to your bathroom, Master Y/N. We have some time before the movers come with your belongings. Would you like to see the rest of the manor?”

“No, thank you. I think I wanna sleep after we put everything up.”

“Of course, you must be exhausted. If you want, I can handle collecting the boxes while you rest. I can leave them outside your door for you to deal with later.”

“I can help, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He seems a little surprised that you insisted on helping, but he says nothing before leading you back outside where a delivery truck stops behind the car. Since all you had was a few cardboard boxes that had nothing but clothes, toys, stuffed animals, books, and decorations, it didn’t take long to bring it all to your room and set everything up. As you look at your new room with all your stuff in it, you can’t help but feel like none of it belongs here.

That you don’t belong here.

“Do you need anything else, Master Y/N? Perhaps something to eat?”

“No thank you, Mr. Pennyworth. I just wanna sleep.”

“Very good. But just know, when you wake up, you will be eating something.”

You just nod and close the door, turning off the lights before crawling into bed. As you get settled, you can’t help but notice how cold the house feels. Yeah, you’re not in Nevada anymore, where it can go over a hundred degrees in the summer, but it’s like the house blocks any kind of heat, leaving only the cold. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

You wake up, dreaming of your Momma yelling for you and being in a car when something slams into you, and when you look around your room, you’re greeted by absolute darkness. As if the sun had completely disappeared. You jump out of bed and rush to the light switch, slapping it. When the lights come on, you realize that the lightbulb above you is dim and without the sun, it barely lights up your room. Wanting to be where it’s bright, you run out of your room and down the hall only to find the rest of the house is just as dim as your room, almost like no one in this house likes the light. Your little legs carry you down the same route you took earlier today and fortunately, the foyer is completely lit up by a giant crystal chandelier.

You run down the stairs and into another hall near the staircase. You pass by large room after large room and finally find yourself in a fancy kitchen, Mr. Pennyworth standing in front of a giant refrigerator.

“Master Y/N,” he says. “Are you alright?”

“Yes sir,” you say, not wanting to worry the man.

“But you’re out of breath. And you’re sweating.”

It’s then you notice that your forehead is slick with sweat and your chest is heaving. When you look up at the butler, you can tell he’s obviously worried about you.

“I got scared,” you admit. “I woke up and it was so dark.”

“I would imagine since it’s nighttime.” You jump a little at that. “You’ve been asleep for over twelve hours. I would’ve waken you up, but you looked like you needed the rest.”

“I haven’t slept so good since Momma…” You can’t bring yourself to say it. “Left.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, my boy.” He walks over to you and bends down to your height. “I could tell that you and your Mother were close and losing her so sudden is something no one so young should go through. I know that she can never be replaced, but I promise you that Master Bruce and I will be here for you and will help you with whatever you need.”

You feel the empty feeling that’s been with you since Momma died shrink just a little bit. Maybe you aren’t as alone as you thought.

“Alfred,” a deep voice lungs from behind you. You both look back to see a tall man with black hair and blue eyes standing in the hall. “I’m about to head out.”

“Master Bruce,” Mr. Pennyworth says, standing up. “This is Master Y/N. He’s awoke from his nap just a moment ago.”

You feel your heart stop at the man’s name. This is your Daddy? A million different questions swirled around in your head, like what was he like, what’s his favorite thing to do, did he remember your Momma?

He looks down at you. “Oh,” he says, a blank look on his face. “Hello.” With that, he turns around and begins walking down the hall. “I’ll be in touch, Alfred. From the sound of it, it’s gonna be a busy night.”

You feel your heart split in two at the way he just completely ignored you. Did you do something wrong? But you didn’t even say anything!How can he be bad at you if you haven’t said anything? You do your best to not cry as you look up at Mr. Pennyworth, who’s very angry.

“I’m sorry, Master Y/N. I know he’s throwing himself into his work to deal with Master Jason’s death, but that behavior is absolutely unacceptable. I’ll make sure he apologizes for that in the morning.”

Unfortunately, your Daddy didn’t say he was sorry when you woke up that morning. In fact, he wasn’t there when Mr. Pennyworth brought you down for breakfast, his work said there was someone important at one of his offices outside the country, so he hopped in his plane long before you woke up.

You were hurt, but Mr. Pennyworth said that he’d make sure that when things calmed down, you and your Daddy would have a long talk. You could do nothing but nod, trying not to cry because all you wanted was your Momma to walk through the door and take you back home. You got even more lonely when you started your new school, Gotham Academy, which is where all of Gotham’s rich people send their kids; Goodsprings Elementary wasn’t even half the size of this school and to make things worse, you had no friends here. That’s not to say that people didn’t want to talk to you, somehow news got out that you, the love child between Bruce Wayne and some unknown woman, were attending Gotham Academy, older and younger students shared your the moment you walked through the door. Hearing them ask you about your Momma only made you miss her more, so you stayed quiet.

They found something new to latch on to later in the week when your Daddy adopted Tim Drake, a boy whose parents were just as well known as him; his parents were killed in a plane crash and Daddy took him in. When they found out that the famous Tim Drake was now the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, you were forgotten about. They asked him what Wayne Manor was like, how’d he feel to be adopted by Bruce Wayne, and other questions you didn’t really understand.

You were excited about Tim joining the family, though; you often wonder what having a brother would be like and you two were very close in age. It would be nice to have someone other than Mr. Pennyworth to talk to. Maybe the two of you could play Pokémon together!

You walked up to him the day Mr. Pennyworth told you that he’d be living at the manor with you, excited to get to know your newest family member, but that excitement quickly died when he took one look at you and walked away, like you weren’t interesting to him. You tried over and over to get him to like you, to get him to play with you, to at least look at you, but he just pushed you away (very harshly). And if things weren’t bad enough, he and Daddy spent every night together, locked away in the library.

It wasn’t fair! You were here first and had yet to talk to him, but Tim gets to spend time with him! And every time you tried to join, they just pushed you away, like you were some kind of fly buzzing around them. When that door closed, you wouldn’t see them until the next morning, so they were probably watching movies in there or something just as fun. You lived with three other people and you somehow felt more alone than ever since Momma died.

You met Dick a year later, around the anniversary of Momma’s death. At first, you were excited because Mr. Pennyworth said he was very friendly and had grown up in a circus before being adopted by Daddy, so he could do all sorts of tricks. Maybe you’d finally have a friend who wasn’t the butler.

Unfortunately, this ended in disappointment, too. Sure, it started off nice, he greeted you warmly (at least more warmly than your Daddy or Tim had) and ruffled your hair. You were so happy, you thought you’d explode. Finally, you had someone that you can spend time with.

“Dick,” your daddy said in his usual tone less voice.

“Sorry, baby bird, gotta go! We’ll hang out soon, though, promise!”

“Soon” never came though. He came over a few times during the day to spend time with Tim, either helping him with homework or taking him to Bat Burger, but never you. He always said that he promised to hang out with Tim and he’d do the same with you, but after the fifth time it happened, you stopped trying. He also spend time with Tim and your Daddy in the library at night, none of them coming out for the rest of the night.

Barbara came into your life little bit after Dick. When you saw her rolling in her wheelchair, you felt bad and offered to push her around. She snapped at you, saying she was fine and didn’t need your help. That was the first, last, and only time you talked to her. When you saw her spending time with your “family” in the library, you weren’t even hurt because you had grown used to it.

Cassandra and Stephanie came in around the same time when you nine. Stephanie was a burst of energy and it actually surprised you; Wayne Manor seemed to cancel out all noise and forced anyone inside it to be silent (at least that how it was for you) and she seemed to be happy to meet you. That lasted all of a week, though, and she quickly lost interest like a puppy that had grown up and was no longer cute to its owners.

Cassandra looked at you once, like he was trying to solve some mystery, and that was it. Alfred told you that she was mute and you did your best to learn ASL to better communicate with her. You picked up some of the basics, but not enough to carry on an actual conversation, so you opted to carry a little notepad with you so she could write things down, but when she kept ignoring you in favor of interacting with the rest of the family, you got the message. And when she and Stephanie spent time with your “family” in the library night after night, you stopped referring to Bruce as your Daddy. It was clear he didn’t want the title.

You had Alfred, anyway. Spending nights baking, helping him with his chores, and talking about your day over tea was enough for you.

Jason came back (from the dead) when you were ten. You met him when you caught him trying to sneak into the mansion through a window instead of coming through the door like a normal person (then again, you’ve long since realized that no one in this place is normal. Except Alfred.). Your meeting ended when he gave you a black eye and told you to stay away from him when all you did was say hi. You cried the entire night because you had school pictures the next day. It was a while before Jason started making regular appearances, but when he did, you weren’t surprised to see him spending nights in the library. When he glared at you, his blue eyes turning green, you asked Alfred to let you eat in your room and the man agreed to bring your meals to you.

When you were fifteen, the last one of join the Wayne Family was your biological brother, Damian. And the day you two met, you became convinced he only existed to make your pathetic life a living hell because the moment Alfred introduced you to him, he pulled an actual sword on you, giving you a small scar on your left cheek. You could do nothing but fall on your ass and look up in horror as this ten-year-old boy from hell raised his sword, spouting some nonsense about him being the “true blood son,” that you were “nothing more than the son of a harlot,” and how he will “be the one to inherit his father’s legacy.” For a moment, you thought you were about to be killed by the little bastard when Bruce appeared from out of nowhere and carried him off, Damian shouting threats and insults at you the entire time.

“Sorry about that, Y/N,” Dick said as he helped you up. “Are you ok?”

“What do you think,” you shouted at him. “That monster just sliced my face with a sword and tried to kill me!”

“Hey, don’t call him a monster,” he responded, give you a look of disappointment. “He had a difficult upbringing and he’s having to get used to Gotham and living with us. You should try to be a good big brother and support him.”

For a moment, you thought you suffered from a stroke and had misheard him, but the look on his face said you heard him correctly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? He tries to kill me and I’m suppose to just let it go?”

“There’s no need for that kind of language, Y/N.”

You deemed the “conversation” a lost cause and leave, Dick calling out to you before going to the wing that holds the master bedrooms. Fortunately, Bruce kept bringing in other people to be a part of this demented family, so you were stuck with the tiny guest room that didn’t even have a window. But, it was far away from them, so it was a good trade.

After that, it seemed like Damian made it his mission in life to make your life hell. You couldn’t pass by him without him insulting you, hurting you, or bringing up your Momma, which would lead to you crying your eyes out. And when he started collecting pets, he would send them after you, Titus and Alfred the Cat chasing you throughout the manor, forcing you to barricade yourself in your room.

That leads to today: you accidentally dropped your Momma’s pen while walking to the kitchen and unfortunately, Damian was around the corner, watching the entire thing. He was able to move faster than your eyes could follow and before you knew it, he had swooped down and grabbed it just as you were about to. You look up in horror as he stares down at you with his usual smug and condescending expression as he waves the pen around, clearly mocking you.

“Your reflexes are slow and pathetic, inferior. You’re a massive disappointment to the Wayne bloodline.” He stares at the pen with disgust. “While this pen is poorly made and lacks any craftsmanship, it’s still more than a failure like you deserves.”

You stand up to your full height, trying to ignore the burning desire to tackle the little brat and bash his stupid head in. “Give that back to me. Now.” You realize you’re practically grinding your teeth to powder.

“I don’t take orders from you, inferior,” he bites back, his green eyes glaring at you. “You’re far beneath me. I come from two perfect bloodlines and that makes me superior to you by rite of birth. Your whore of a mother somehow managed to slither her way into my father’s bed and bring you into the world. You might have Wayne blood, but your tainted blood dilutes it.” He gets in your personal space nod even when looking up at you, he still tries to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has. “We will never be equals.”

You use this opportunity to grab the arm holding your Momma’s pen. As expected, he does not take kindly to this.

“You dare lay your hands on me,” he screeches, wrenching his hand away.

You don’t know how, but the little shit has impressive strength. Sure, you’re not an athlete (you’ve stayed roughly the same height since you hit puberty and can’t build muscle mass to save your life), but he shouldn’t have this kind of upper body strength! But, you’re determined to reclaim the pen, so you grab his hand with your other one and start pulling with all your might, doing whatever you can to break his grasp of it.

“Let go of me, you filthy interloper!” With a big tug, he breaks your grip and you can only look on in terror as he walks over to the kitchen window. “If you want this pen so much, you can look for it out there!” In a flash, he opens the nearby kitchen window and hurls your pen outside, where a massive downpour drenches the yard.

You can’t help but look on as it flies far from the mansion and out of your field of vision; on the ground, you see a ripple in the middle of the massive lake of rainwater and mud that the storm has created over the last three days of nonstop rain, indicating that your precious pen is now underwater.

In that moment, you feel nothing but immense sadness at your pen’s loss and unbridled rage at the one who did caused it. Every last thing he’s done to you flood your mind and you feel your face becomes incredibly flushed, your vision goes blood red in rage, and hot, angry tears stream from your eyes; before you know it, you’re right behind him, his back still turned to you from throwing your pen.

“You son of a bitch,” you shout at the top of your lungs, causing him to turn his head as you quickly deliver a swift backhand to his left check, the sound of your hand striking him echoing in the kitchen.

You know he shouts something back, but you’re so filled with rage that his words fail to reach your ears. You know he’ll retaliate and probably get in trouble with Bruce and Dick, but you don’t care. You’re pissed off and want nothing more than to inflict even a small amount of pain onto him, so that he’d feel even an ounce of what he’s made you feel since you two met. Using your height advantage, you grab both his shoulders and with all your rage-enhanced strength, you shove him to the floor, loving the sight of him wincing when he lands on his rear, but instead of looking up at you in fear like you wanted, he has a pissed off look.

Realizing that finding your pen is more important than dealing with him, you sprint to the door, throw it open, and dash into the rain, not caring that your clothes were completely soaked after only a few seconds and the wind froze you to the core. All that matters is finding that pen, the only piece of Momma that you were able to take with you, something so precious to her she refused to go anywhere without it.

Except that day, when she was taken from you and your life fell apart.

You wade through the many puddles, your socks providing no support so you stumble and fall, getting even more wet. But you pick yourself up and keep running until your at the puddle far from the house and that’s when you get on your hands and knees and start waving around hoping to touch even a little bit of the metal. You feel nothing, but you don’t let up, moving around the puddle, not caring that you’re getting more and more soaked with every second and that mud is slathered over your arms and legs.

“Come on,” you shout to yourself, getting more and more upset. “Come on, where are you?”

Finally, you feel something small, metallic, and cylindrical. You latch onto it like a lifeline and pull it up so hard the force of it makes you fall on your back, the puddle covering your entire body. You quickly sit up to see Momma’s pen. Wet and covered in mud, sure, but it’s back where it belongs. Now that the urge to find it is over, your senses quickly catch up and your realize your freezing, shivering, and soaked to the bone.

You run back to the mansion and when you close the door, you see that everyone is in the kitchen, all their eyes on you. You look at Bruce and see him mad, you look at Damian and see a shit-eating grin, and you look at Dick and see disapproval.

“Did you slap Damian when all he did was ask you for a pen,” Bruce asks.

That little shit’s convinced them this is all your fault. Of course, you should’ve known that he’d make you the bad guy and deflect any blame on his part.

“He didn’t ’ask,’ he took—“

“But you did slap him over a pen,” Bruce cuts you off.

“Yes, but—“

“Wow, I’ve done some petty shit, but this beats all,” Jason mocks, acting like this was some show and not you being ganged up on.

“That’s so uncalled for, Y/N,” Dick chides you. “There’s no need for you put your hands on Damian, especially for something so small.”

Your breath hitches and all you want is for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. They say nothing to you and ignore your existence for years and now, the one time they notice and speak to you, it’s to do this?

“Master Bruce,” Alfred interjects. “You’re not being fair. I believe that pen—“

“Alfred, it doesn’t matter what’s so special about the damn thing, it’s just a pen.” He holds his hand out to you. “Give it to me. Damian asked for it and after that you just did, he’s going to get it.”

You see Damian’s grin grow and your rage comes back.

“Hell no,” you mutter, slipping it into your pocket. You see everyone’s eyes widen while Bruce’s frown gets more intense at your defiance.

“What did you just say?”

You can tell he’s pissed at you defying him. Oh well, you’ve already dug your grave, what’s adding a few more feet to it gonna do?

“I said hell no!”

“Oh, man,” Jason cackles. “You done fucked up, kid!”

“Go to your room,” Bruce says with clenched teeth. “You’re grounded.”

You quickly leave the room, wanting to put as much room between them and you as possible. As you leave, you hear them talking about you, asking what’s wrong with you, how childish you are, and other stuff you really don’t want to hear right now. When you close your door behind you, the dam breaks and you fall to your knees, letting out a wail and allowing tears to stream from your eyes like a waterfall. The last time you cried this hard was when you were told Momma had died and it’s in this moment you wish you had been in the car with her now more than ever.

A knock at the door brings you back to your harsh and uncaring reality.

“Master Y/N,” Alfred calls from the other side. “May I come in?” You get up and open the door. “Oh, my dear boy.”

You allow him to come in and he closes the door behind him before bringing you into a tight hug, which is when you resume your crying.

“I hate them,” you shout in between sobs. “I hate them all!”

“I know,” he says. “I tried to tell them after you left the room, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Alfred,” you say, pulling yourself together enough to talk coherently. “When I turn eighteen, I’m going back to Goodsprings.”

He pulls away and looks at you. “I understand why you feel that way, but it’s been ten years since you left, Master Y/N. If you go back there, you’ll be alone.”

“I’m alone here, Alfred!” You pull away from him. “Ever since I came here, they’ve made it clear that I’m unwelcome here! That I don’t belong here! At least back home, I’ll be surrounded by memories of Momma.”

“But this has been your home for ten years.”

“This isn’t my home, Alfred. It never was and it never will be.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. Instead, he pulls you back into another hug. “I understand. I’ll miss you dearly, but if going back will make you happy, I’ll wish you all the best.”

You can do nothing but cry. You’ll miss Alfred, the only good thing to come out of going to live in this godforsaken city and this manor from hell, but when you need to get out of here. The sooner you leave Gotham and get back to Goodsprings, the better you’ll be.

A/N: thank you all so much for the likes and comments on chapter one! I really didn’t think that so many people would like it, but here we are! I hope you all continue to enjoy this series!

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your blog and love reading all of your posts. You always have such interesting perspectives and incredibly thoughtful points to add! I'm not quite sure if you're open to answering questions like this right now, and if not, feel free to ignore! But I was wondering if you have any information about the Island of Woe and what life is like there? Like do they ever have to import or export things, do they have more there than just S.T.Y.X to keep them occupied/entertained, etc.? I was trying to figure it out myself and all that I learned was that most people live on the upper walls in the Oceanus section. Do the Shrouds live there too, or do they live within the S.T.Y.X. headquarters? And do they ever have to travel for their jobs, beyond the little mishap that happened in Book 6?

Anyways, again, totally disregard this if you don't want to answer! Thank you for even reading this. I look forward to seeing more of your posts and enjoying your writing and input!

Aaaah, thank you!! ^^ Glad you enjoy my content, whatever it may be!

The bulk of lore for the Isle/Island of Woe comes to us from 6-40 of the main story. We (comparatively) have more information about Styx and how it is run, so I had to isolate what lore is about the island itself + life on the island and what lore is about the organization.

To begin with, here is a map of the area:

Most of the island residents don’t live in Ancient City at the seabed level. Instead, people tend to live in the residential block of Oceanus, which is the outer wall which covers the island. (This is how Ortho describes it to us in game, but it’s sort of confusing what exactly he’s referring to since we don’t see land above the water; based on Epel’s dialogue, the “outer wall” may refer to the upper levels. This means that technically all of the Island of Woe is underwater.)

Ancient City refers to the seabed level of the Island of Woe: It seems to be the community that surrounds Styx HQ, which lies at the center.

The giant pillar in the middle of the city connects to Oceanus Gate, the entrance at the surface of the water, and ends in Tartarus at the other end.

Trains, elevators, and Styx-made technomantic flying vehicles called Chariots are used for transportation. (I assume that only Styx agents are allowed to use Chariots, but this isn’t made clear.)

There is an artificial sky over the isle. This is because natural light provides mental and physical benefits to humans.

Styx makes efforts to use advanced technologies to emulate life on land. This results in the Island of Woe having seasons, weather, forests, and rivers even at the bottom of the sea.

Idia’s post-OB flashback implies that there may be strong security systems in place not only in Styx HQ, but also around the entire island (since he talks about wanting to leave the island and having to disarm the security in order to achieve that; Styx is also shown to control the Oceanus Gate and therefore controls entry to and from the isle).

Going hand-in-hand with the previous bullet point, Ortho states that it’s dangerous to wander the area.

The architecture is a remainder of the Island of Woe’s olden days as part of the Kingdom of Heroes. The buildings are relics there have been well-preserved.

The entire isle used to be spoken of by the common man as like… some kind of superstition or boogeyman?? Lilia tells us that “People believed the Island of Woe would punish any wizard who abandoned their principles and went mad with power.” This is attributed to the isle’s origins as being the place where the Jupiter family sentenced the Phantoms in the Age of the Gods (a period of time in which mages were feared and the relationship between magic and blot was not yet established). Since Styx is not an organization that the general public knows about, it’s possible that the public assumed residents of the isle themselves were vigilante agents of justice against mad mages.

Idia describes the Island of Woe as "filled with the lamentations of give billion people [...] It's dark and gloomy 365 days a year." He also refers to the island as his hometown.

The Island of Woe has bugs, but different kinds than what you would see in the outside world.

To address your specific questions (and please keep in mind that these points are not directly answered in TWST and instead relies on inferencing):

Do they have to import or export things?

While the island does receive sunlight and have seasons + varied weather, I don’t think they’d be entirely self-sufficient depending on the population size and its needs. Styx seems to run the show, but I’d imagine they need to focus their efforts on research and not food production or something. This could easily be automated with tech, I guess??? But some things they just couldn’t get, even with automation. They may have to import some stuff from the outside, though I imagine there are multiple security measures in place to convolute the supply chain and to keep the location of the Island of Woe hidden.

I’m not sure about exports since the island isn’t noted to produce anything significant (other than Styx tech, which I’d imagine they want to keep confidential).

Do they have more there than just S.T.Y.X to keep them occupied/entertained, etc.?

Being that there’s an entire city down there, yes, I’d have to think that the people don’t just work all day. Idia himself is one huge example; how did he get into anime, games, idols, etc. if no entertainment exists in the isle? We even see him as a child playing his beloved Star Rogue in his post-OB flashback scene—and his childhood bedroom is also littered with other signs of his hobbies and interests. Ortho has also mentioned that their family celebrates birthdays and go on outings to parks and such. This implies to me that there are definitely recreational activities around on the isle.

Do the Shrouds live there too, or do they live within the S.T.Y.X. headquarters?

I believe the implication is that the Shrouds technically live in Styx HQ. (A researcher remarks that “Idia hasn’t come out of his room for over two years now” while the background shows the Styx interior.) I’m not sure if this is true of the entire Shroud family, but I think it would make sense if they did since it would add to their vibes of isolation and gloom.

Additionally, it’s stated that it benefits the Shrouds to reside in a blot-dense area like Styx HQ so that their hereditary curse burns through blot in their immediate surroundings rather than burning through their own magic (and potentially life force). I don’t think the Shrouds are forced to stay IN Styx HQ all the time though; they clearly leave and explore the seabed city since Ortho says their family used to go on trips like that.

Do they ever have to travel for their jobs, beyond the little mishap that happened in Book 6?

I don’t know how often travel for work occurs, but it does happen. Styx agents are deployed as needed to secure Phantoms, as well as to speak with important figures. Leona, for example, mentions seeing Ferrymen lurking at the palace of the Sunset Savanna.

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New Chapter

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and includes smut

Takes place: Dec 2024/Jan 2025

You toss your brand new keys up in the air only to catch them and clutch them tightly to your chest. The piece of metal means the world to you. It’s the symbol of the newest chapter in your life- your life with your boyfriend and unborn baby.

“Baby, I’m so happy,” you squeal and throw your arms around Mat’s neck.

His hands wrap around your back, keeping you pressed to him. You’re only 3 months pregnant at the moment, but he can’t wait until he feels your bump pressed against his stomach.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips.

The kiss only lasts for a fraction of a second- much to Mat’s dismay. You’re too excited to stay in one area of your new home. You prance around the empty house, filling each bare spot with potential furniture. Mat doesn’t chime in much, unless it has to do with color scheme, but it’s because he’s too enamored by your sheer excitement. Your hormones have been a roller coaster the past few months due to your pregnancy, so Mat’s glad that your happiness seems to be a constant at the moment.

“Mat, this room is so perfect for the nursery,” you cheer, turning around in his arms to wrap them around his neck.

You stare at him with sparkling eyes, heart thundering in your chest and love spreading through your veins. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, needing your man wrapped around you.

“I think so too. The crib would look perfect against that wall, and the sunlight would perfectly stream through that window. Plus, the closet is a good size for all the clothes we will be buying,” he adds in softly, lips pressed to your temple. You let out an elated laugh, a sound that will soon fill every corner of your new home.

You walk through the rest of the house, Mat wrapped around you from behind. He pecks and nips at your flustered skin, his hands steady on yours hips to keep you flush against him.

“This place is so beautiful, Maty. It’s perfect for us as we transition into being a family. I mean just look at this backyard! Our baby will be so lucky to be able to have this,” you sigh contently, leading your boyfriend into the backyard.

Mat’s fingers interlock with yours, spinning you back into his chest because he really wants to look at your beautiful face.

“You’re beautiful and perfect,” he whispers back, his nose nudging into yours and his lips ghosting the corner of your infectious smile.

“Just kiss me already,” you demand, a gasp dying on your tongue when Mat pulls your face to his.

The keys on the key ring, looped around his finger, smack against his knuckle, making a smile form on his face and interrupt the lip lock. You pull away briefly for air, and to stare into Mat’s eyes. He stares at you with such tenderness that always makes your heart race and breathing faint. How can someone make you feel so alive while simultaneously taking your breath away?

Before you can even mutter a word, your boyfriend is hauling you up his body and carrying you over to the grass. His knees hit the ground and your back gets tickled by each bristle of green. Leaning down with both hands planted on the ground on either side of your head, he kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

His hands move around your body from your thighs to your breasts, igniting the fire within you. His touch is sweet, but you can feel the lust building up in his palms. They bring a savory heat to your body, one that you know too well.

“Stop staring and just do something already,” you whine and toss your legs over his hips.

Your boyfriend grins down at you, thick fingers unbuttoning your jeans. He watches your reaction with darkened eyes as he pulls your pants down, licking his lips every time your hips jut up in search of him. And without warning, he rips your pinstripe blouse open, making a gasp fall from your mouth and buttons fly everywhere. To his desire, you’re wearing a lacy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination, but to your annoyance, you’re now left without a functioning top.

“You do realize you just ruined my blouse and now I’ll have nothing to wear when we leave,” you sass with an eyebrow cocked up.

“I’ll give you the shirt off my back anytime you need me to,” he hums, nose and lips trailing down the valley of your breasts.

You huff out a little whine and push your chest up into his, almost speechless but needy for his greedy hands on you again.

“Fuck that’s so hot.”

With a smirk, you draw his lips back to yours. A hand cards through his hair, fisting the strands as his tongue explores your mouth. Your other hand ventures underneath his shirt, giving some attention to his spectacular abs. If it weren’t for the way his mouth dominates yours in the most heated make-out, you’d be dying to lick down his abdomen.

“Maty, take off your clothes,” you instruct through heavy breaths and give him a hand with losing his wardrobe.

The minute he lines himself up with your core, thunder cracks through the sky. You startle a bit, leaning more into his touch. For a second Mat looks hesitant, like maybe he shouldn’t risk your wellbeing. Too bad you’re too far gone down the lustrous rabbit hole to care.

“It’s just a little rain. We won’t melt,” you say, getting him back on track. A raindrop of two won’t dare to ruin the mood.

“Are you sure?” He checks in, because the last thing he wants is for his pregnant girlfriend to be uncomfortable.

“Positive. Love me, baby,” you sigh and press a kiss into his jaw.

Mat lowers his body down onto yours, his bottom half in the cradle of your thighs. He pushes into you slowly and stills his body until you give him the green light to move again. Ever since you’ve become pregnant, Mat has had to learn a new version of your body-something he’s more than okay with. You get so sensitive and aroused by the thought alone of Mat. Your body practically bursts into flames when he’s actually having sex with you, so he knows to take it slow.

“You’re always so wet for me. You love the fact that I’m about to fuck you at our new house, huh?” The hockey player says so sweetly, you feel your pussy close around him.

“Yes. Please move, baby. I want to be full of you.” You press the heels of your feet into the small of his back, making him sink all the way into you.

A moan escapes from the both of you and dances with the whip of lightning. Mat’s hips swivel and pull you under a state of pleasure. His mushroomed tip glides along your walls and you think you might faint with how you can feel every inch of him. Your wetness can be felt making a mess between your thighs, and it’s surely dripping down his cock.

Deep in the throes of passion, you surrender yourself to your favorite Canadian. He fills you up, fighting his way out of you as your heat desperately tries to suck him back in, and then slams into you once more. His mouth finds one of your pert nipples, sucking on it through the material of your bra. He hums around the peak, sending a flurry of butterflies to your already wonton core.

After he’s had enough of being separated by the flimsy fabric covering your chest, he pulls away. His length is still sheathed inside of you as he unsnaps the clips of your bra. You find it incredibly sexy that he can do it with one hand.

Sitting back on his knees, he can’t even stop himself from watching the way your tight pussy swallows him. It should be a sin, the way he stretches you open, but still take him so well.

“You’re so sexy. I can look at you forever and never grow bored,” his compliment pricks at your skin in a way that can only be described as heavenly.

Hoisting your hips up in his hands, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. It sends you spiraling and has your hips matching each of his thrusts. You grip tightly onto his forearms and bear down as the knot in your stomach forms.

As intensity beats down on the both of you, Mat pins your hands into the ground. His eyes bore into your own. You fall in love with the way they’re blown wide with love and lust.

“You feel so good, pretty girl. Your pussy was made just for me. No one can fuck you the way I can,” he groans into your ear, grinning devilishly at the way you pulse around him. Your release is so close and Mat knows all your tells. You start to wither around and your noises get more high pitched.

“Fuck! I love you so much,” you heave out. Your heart beats out of your chest with each kiss that’s placed on your throat and each time he touches your clit.

After a louder clap of thunder, the one or two raindrops turn into a full torrential downpour. The mood is temporarily dampened as you shriek and Mat crowds you into his body.

A moment of silence follows before you both burst out in laughter.

Gently you wrap your arms around him, nails softly scratching at his back, and press a kiss to his lips. It’s all that needs to be done for him to know to continue.

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth.

Your body arches into his as he pushes back into you. Your slick walls start to collapse around his length as the knot in your stomach tightens. That’s the thing about Mat, he can spark up your fire within a second if it’s ever extinguished.

“More,” you gasp out, nails digging into his skin.

He drives his hips as he holds onto yours, angling them up so he can hit deeper. You start to shake the moment he throbs inside of you. His salacious groans reach your ears and you clench down on him as your high vibrates through your body.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.”

You cry out, vision going white behind your closed lids and your toes curling. Mat doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he waits for your orgasm to completely work its way through you. Plus, the way he circles your clit makes you suck him deeper if it’s even possible. The sensation brings Mat’s release to the surface.

“Cum inside of me. Fill me up, hotshot. I want you to see the way you drip from my pussy. The way you fucked me so good, I couldn’t get enough of you,” you rasp, nibbling on his neck.

He plunges into your sensitive core, the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other fade into his moans of pleasure. You let out a whimper as he shoots his load inside of you. Your lips attach to his earlobe, sucking it into your mouth. You thrive in the feeling of satisfaction as you witness his eyes roll back and harsh shivers wrack his body.

“Well that’s one hell of a way to christen our new home,” Mat hums, eyes half lidded in sheer euphoria. His lips go back to kissing on your chest. It’s his own saying of grounding himself after experiencing such a high.

You giggle and welcome his body heat to warm you up from the cold droplets of water that grace your body. A soft feeling blooms in your heart, confirming just how wonderful your life is at the moment. You nose at his broad chest and move his arms so that they wrap around you.

“Just think about all the other rooms we can still christen,” you muse, a cackle spilling from your mouth when you feel Mat’s cock stir against your thigh.

a/n: I hope you all enjoy! I loved writing this one (even though I’m not crazy about the smut part)

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Blue Balls - Eustass Kid: Part 1

Summary: Captain Kid ends up with a case of blue balls; text below the cut

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: teasing, dirty talk

Word Count: 1,427

All night, you’d been teasing him. 

It started with that mini skirt, the black one with the sheer panels and garter strings to clip your stockings to. You knew he would grab you as soon as he saw you wearing it, he always did, but he didn’t have a problem with that until you refused to bail on your plans to hit the town with the crew. You claimed Killer had heard about some great tavern that you didn’t want to miss out on, especially after being out at sea for so long. 

So there he sat in that stupid tavern, watching you lean over the bar with a drink in your pretty little hands, laughing hysterically at something Bubblegum said. He ground his teeth at the sight of your round ass in the air. He knew he wasn’t the only man who saw it. He wanted to slap a metal blindfold on every motherfucker in the joint, but he knew that would just make you mad, and not in the way that ended in you hate fucking him. 

“You look like you’re about to do a murder,” said Killer, approaching him from the side. 

“That’s because I am.” He slammed his drink down and stood up as a man reached for you, his eyes on your ass. He was stopped in his tracks by Bubblegum, who intercepted the man with a fist to the face. 

Cutting your conversation with the bartender short, you whipped around, unsure what had happened but certain the commotion had something to do with Bubblegum. You looked between your crew mate and the man he had punched, and then you looked at the man’s friends. Finally, your eyes fell to the corner of the bar where your boyfriend and his first mate had taken up residence. One look at Kid’s face, and you knew things were about to get ugly. 

“Come on,” you told Bubblegum, grabbing him by the arm. You called out for the others. 

“I think it’s time to find a new place,” Killer told Kid, taking him by the metal arm and dragging him away from the table. 

Kid dug his heels in, waiting until you were about even with him before he let himself be pulled out of the establishment. 

The crew howled as they stepped into the chilly night air, bouncing up and down, all of them energized by what had almost been a magnificent brawl. A few of them grumbled at you for cutting it short, but you brushed them off. 

You were more focused on Kid. You had noticed how annoyed he was when you didn’t let him jump your bones back on the Victoria Punk, had seen him scowling in the corner, had felt his eyes following you wherever you went. And you could sense him brooding still as the crew staggered down the street in search of a new watering hole. 

Just when Killer called out that he saw one and the crew took off, Kid grabbed you by the arm and yanked you into the nearest alleyway. 

“Kid!” 

He clamped his hand over your mouth and shoved you into the wall. 

“You think this is funny?” He seethed, his chest heaving. “You know I hate it when you tease me, you brat. It’s fucking childish, and I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re not allowed-” 

“Not allowed to do it,” you mocked. You giggled when he growled. 

“Do you hear me laughing?” 

“Calm down,” you told him, reaching up to cup his cheek in your hand. 

He swatted your hand away like a fly. “I don’t need to calm down, I need to fuck you.” He used his metal hand to lift you off the ground, the hard edges digging into your soft skin, and pressed his hulking body into yours, leaving you with nowhere to go. 

You grabbed hold of his broad shoulders. To keep your feet from dangling pathetically, you wrapped your legs around his waist, only to feel his massive erection press into your core. “For fuck’s sake, Kid.” You wiggled in his grip, though only half-heartedly. If you showed any genuine signs of distress, you knew he would stop in a moment, but the way you bucked your hips as you faked an escape attempt told him all he needed to know. 

“You’re an obnoxious little brat,” he told you, grabbing your hair with his real hand and giving it a good, hard yank. “Did it turn you on, shaking your ass in my face like that? Making me sit there while those other guys slobbered all over you? Did you want me to bash that guy’s skull in? Is that it?” 

“Of course not,” you huffed. “You know I hate it when you get in bar fights.” 

“Well, you certainly don’t help matters.” 

“It’s not my fault drunk men can’t behave themselves.” 

Kid grunted and reached beneath your skirt to pull your panties down, only to find you weren’t wearing any. 

“Fuck,” he barked. “Fuck.” A menacing grin stretched across his face. 

“Wait,” you said, just as he went to slide his finger across your entrance. 

He almost didn’t listen, desperate to know if you were as wet as he imagined, but he managed to stop himself. “What is it, rice ball?” 

You grimaced at the stupid nickname and wiggled in his grip. “Put me down.” 

He opened his mouth to argue. 

“Please, Captain. I wanna get you off.” You pouted. 

Unable to argue with that, he put you down. He leaned harder into you, blocking out all light with his domineering frame. It wasn’t just about leering over you, it was about shielding you from any onlookers. More importantly, though, it was about keeping you from escaping. Now that he knew you really had been teasing him and it wasn’t just his imagination, he wasn’t about to let you get away with it. 

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Put your money where your mouth is.” 

His heart pounded in his chest as your hands fiddled with his belt, not even bothering to feel up his arms and abs like you usually did, not wasting any time by placing sweet kisses on his chest, which he pretended to hate. He dragged in a ragged breath, thinking you must have been absolutely creaming for him if you skipped the foreplay. 

He licked his lips at the thought of your slick folds. 

Part of him wished you had worn panties so he could get them off of you and breathe in the scent while you sucked him off, stuffing them in his pocket for safekeeping when he was finished, but he was perfectly happy to know you were bare for him. It exhilarated him to know you had been so close to flashing your pussy to the entire tavern, to know that all of those men could only imagine what you looked like under that skirt, whereas he got to admire the real, pretty thing whenever he so pleased. 

“That’s a good girl,” he said when you pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants, a length so massive you went through lube like water and still struggled to take him. “That’s it, just like I taught you.” 

You smirked to yourself, satisfied with just how easily the menacing Captain Kid came undone. All you had to do was wrap your pretty fingers around him, and all that mean swagger evaporated. He went from a hunk of metal to putty in your hands, bucking his hips like a horny mess getting felt up for the first time. 

“Easy, Captain. Don’t want to cum too quickly.” 

“Shut up.” The words got lost in his throat as you gave him a hard yank. 

The tip was oozing precut already, and you spread it around his cock. Though it was hardly enough to lubricate his entire length, you were still able to slid your hands up and down, stopping at the base because you knew touching his balls would make him cum too quickly. 

He melted into you. With each stroke, he let his guard down a little more, until finally, you had an opening. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, face buried in the arm he had braced against the wall behind you. “I’m already gonna cum.” 

“Not yet, you aren’t.” You let go of his cock. “You’ll have to catch me first.” 

He was still processing your words when you ducked under his arm and took off out of the alleyway, laughing as you ran all the way back to the Victoria Punk.

———

Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[spidermasc]

🦌➜ 🔞 ﹒﹒i bite at the hand that feeds me

synopsis: you're in heat and lottie offers to help you. repost, werewolf!reader, transfem!lottie, smut, use of the word puppy.

"i can help you."

you hear lottie's low voice from behind you as you lay on your side on the floor, gripping the blankets with so much force that it begins to tear at one end. even the sound of her voice has you clenching your thighs together, and you feel your body flush with heat. you slowly open your eyes and gulp hard, turning around shakily as you look at lottie.

there's a ghost of a smirk on her face as she sees how sweaty and unkempt you look. it's day 3 of your heat and you haven't gotten off at all. not even rubbing up against something to alleviate the pain. it's killing you. every small touch and the scent wafting from one of the girls as they pass you has you leaking from your groin. your underwear is ruined and it's a sticky mess between your thighs. it gets lottie off seeing you like this. all she can think about is being the savior and helping you with your problem.

"i want you to use me. you can't keep denying it. you need to let it out. waiting until your heat is over is just gonna make things worse," she bends down until she's level with you and reaches out a consoling hand, brushing it against your chin and barely concealing her grin at how you whine pathetically. "do you want to use my cock? would that make you feel better?"

all you can give her is a nod, mouth wide open and eyes staring stupidly at her.

"good puppy. follow me."

she helps you up, the stench of your arousal filling her nose as you remove the blankets and she feels herself get lightheaded already. her cock is already half-hard by the time you two reach the attic and as she starts climbing up the ladder, a face full of her ass in view, you lose it. you're tugging her down in an instant and pulling her flush against you, rutting into her ass from behind and shoving her up the ladder.

lottie beams as you use her body to get off, reaching her hands back to steady herself on your hips. she bites her lip at how rough and greedy you are, not a care in the world as you bruise her sides and scratch up and down her stomach. "that's it—shit—don't be afraid to touch me elsewhere."

the second you get consent, you're ripping her pants off and flipping her around, allowing her cock to spring free before you're grabbing it and rubbing it over your messy folds. you both groan at the contact and lottie wraps her arms around your neck to play with the hairs on your nape, her hot breath stuttering against your cheek when she accidentally slips inside.

"oh, fuck," lottie rasps, her head banging back onto the wooden ladder. you feel so warm and tight around her, your hole throbbing uncontrollably as you try to find a rhythm. "here, let me…" she mumbles, peeling you off her body so she can switch your positions so now you're bent over the ladder and she's behind you with her cock in hand.

you growl and back your ass up into her cock, getting impatient with how empty you are after having felt something inside of you after all these days. lottie gasps at the sudden aggression but welcomes it and leans her forehead against your back as she thrusts into you, leaving tiny kisses across your spine.

it lasts 5 rounds before she realizes just how insatiable you are in your heat. you've been on top of her milking her cock dry for the past 3 rounds and she can do nothing but lie there and take it.

lottie feels your walls try to swallow her cock whole and her jaw goes slack, not finding any more strength inside of her to lazily push you off. her eyes roll back until only the whites are visible as you continue to ride her, your drool flying everywhere as you grunt and whine.

"thank you, lott. thank you, thank you, thank you…" you babble, feeling her twitch inside your hole at your praising. no cum spurts out of her cock anymore, but you're quite the opposite. you can't stop cumming. it's like lottie set off a chain of reactions and you're gonna cum until your heat is over. you've heard from other werewolves that it could last up to 7 days, and it's only been 3 for you.

"make it up to you after, i promise. i owe you for taking care of me."

for @xxz0mb1esl4yrxx and @mommylottie

[rafedaddy01]

Sleeping with the boss pt2

Warnings: smut

Link to part one

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It’s been days since rafe snuck into your bed and forced himself inside of you, and you’ve been thinking of it happening again, hoping. But you knew it couldn’t, he was your boss and it was wrong, you didn’t want it and he forced himself on you anyway. You couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he made your brain fuzzy with the mind blowing orgasm he gave you.

You’re tidying up some laundry in the washroom when rafe comes in, throwing his sweaty gym clothes in the hamper and totally eye fucking you as he leans against the door frame and watches you move.

You try to push him away from your thoughts, focusing on your work so you can get out of here faster. Being in a conformed space with him makes your breathing turn rapid and your heart thud.

Suddenly you hear the door close behind you and the lock turn. Your eyes go wide and you’re stuck in place as Rafes firm hands grip your hips, bending you a little forward until your hands fall against the washing machine which rumbles slowly under you.

“Rafe-“ you started to say but are shushed by his soft words, “shh shh shh, don’t make a sound.” He lifts the hem of your pretty sundress and bunches it up in his fist as he groans at your sprawled out ass, the string of your thong basically non-existent as it rides between your plump cheeks.

“You walk around my house wearing this?” Your about to answer back, tell him to get off you and push him away so you can storm out the room and leave, but the sting of his hand smacking against your right ass cheek makes you push forward, falling completely against the washing machine. Tits pressed firmly against the glass lid, and the little rumbling rubbing your nipples just right, making you groan as they pebble.

“Please” you whine out. “Are you asking me to stop…” he palms your ass before delivering another, more gentle, smack “or continue” you hear him shuffle behind you and you manage to move your head to see him better, he’s pulling his sweatpants down along with his boxers and fisting his cock, “because I don’t care what you have to say. I told you the other night I’d have you begging for me to fill this tight ass of yours up, I’m here to make that happen” you start panicking. The tears starting to form as you try to move, but the hand that’s still holding your dress bunched up is pressed into your back and holds you in place.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast” he tuts as he smirks down at you. He uses his free hand to pull at the little material that’s covering your ass and pull it off your body before his hand snakes around to your front and stuffs the panties into your mouth. You can smell your own arousal, taste it. And it disgusts you, knowing that you’re getting this wet from him forcing himself on you. But it also makes every nerve in your body crave him more.

You subconsciously start moving back, searching for him, rubbing yourself on him, as you muffle out little please’s.

He doesn’t even warn you as he thrusts fully into you, your walls contracting to take him in, and your body coming limp as he starts moving in and out. Rutting into your poor pussy. His thumb comes up to your tight ring and he pushes it in slowly, testing his limits. And when you push back, your hands flying to the washing machine for support, he plunges his thumb fully in. “Such a tight ass for me, baby” he groans as he pulls his thumb out and pushes back in, loving the way your pussy flutters around his cock.

“First m’gunna fill this wet pussy of yours,” he thrusts in harder making you whine and leans back against him, “and then I’m gonna fuck this tight ass of yours” he smacks your left cheek and the mixture of pain and pleasure is all it takes for you to let go, cumming all over his cock and muffled moans and grunts from rafe fill the small room. “Shh, shh, you did so good for me” he soothes you as he slowly thrusts in and out, groaning wildly as you suck him in and he loses it. “Fuck” he grits out as he stills and fills you up.

He pulls out and doesn’t waste any time, gathering your slick juices mixed with his own and lubricating your ass as his tip probes into your tight ring before pushing in slowly. Every inch feels like time slows down, every ridge making your body feel on fire. But you need more, crave it.

So you push back, hard, until every inch is inside you and you’re a crying, moaning, whining, pathetic mess. Rafe groans and both his hands fly to your hips, stabilizing himself as he feels the tightness of you suffocate his cock, his skin on fire and his body buzzing in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last-“ he grits through his teeth as he pulls out slowly and pushes back in harder. Your fingers tread down to toy with your clit and that image alone gets rafe to blow his load. Gasping and moaning as he fully lets his cum explode inside you, filling you to the brim so much that it starts dripping out with his cock still fully inside you. “Shit, fuck” is all he can say as his sweaty body leans over your trembling one. He reaches over and pulls the thong out of your mouth.

You take a minutes to let your legs get there feeling back before you turn around, smirking at him and looking down where is cock is still semi-hard. Your fingers reach for it and he winces, but throws his head back in pleasure. He snaps his head forward and looks down when he feels the warmth and wetness of your mouth. Your eyes looking up at him as you gag and moan all over his cock. His heart flutters and he knows it’s fucked up, but shit, he might have fallen in love with you just from that. It doesn’t take long for him to shoot spurts of warmth down your throat, because the way your mouth feels and the way you look up at him makes him lose his mind. You suck off with a pop and press a small kiss to his tip which makes him shudder, you stand and pull your dress down, looking at him again and smiling. “Maybe tonight I can have you begging in my bed?” You giggle at his expression, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open as you simply pick up your underwear and stuff them into his pocket, walking out of the washroom and hoping to see him later tonight.

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[yanderes-galore]

My second. I wish I could be chattier, but there's so many.

Trickster and Shape rivalry (DBD) (Both romantic)

The dynamics of these two is literally that one Barbie mugshot meme.... These two are difficult together so I hope this is fine? This is a fan made version of the DBD 2v8 mode.

Yandere! The Trickster vs The Shape

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Stalking, Manipulation, Sadism, Dubious relationship(s).

First of all, these two are like the polar opposites of one another.

Trickster is flashy, makes his hunts and kills all a show.

He loves the attention, loves the fear...!

Yet, Myers?

Michael Myers has always preferred to stalk from the shadows, to silently observe.

Then pounces when the time is right.

The two have vastly different approaches when it comes to their obsessions.

Before having them both in one match, you've no doubt had encounters with both killers.

You've evaded the flying knives coming from Trickster, along with his deranged giggles and sadistic chases.

You've dealt with a hidden from Michael's persistent stalking.

You've died by their hands, you've escaped their grasp...

Although you slowly begin to notice both killers easing up on you.

Other killers aren't as merciful, often hunting you as usual.

Yet you've noticed Trickster being more playful with his chases... Still making you bleed, yet usually allowing you to escape more often.

Even Michael just observes you from afar, picking off other survivors around you while allowing you to leave.

You wonder if they're toying with you.

Especially when Trickster starts pinning you against ruined walls and Michael keeps trying to corner you in matches.

Trickster is more... on the nose.

He's flirtatious, leaning in close with a chuckle to see you squirm.

Meanwhile Michael is always on who likes to stare, lightly touching your skin and hair... His intentions are unknown.

Both killers clearly seem to have an attachment to you.

Although, they are completely unaware of the other killer being obsessed with the same survivor.

That is until The Entity introduces a new game...

Eight survivors... and two killers.

It's only a matter of time before you encounter Trickster and Michael in the same match.

Eight new prey to hunt... yet they're both only interested in one.

I imagine this rivalry would have to start with the two having separate obsessions with you.

Both killers, for one reason or another, have you as their favorite prey to hunt.

So, when placed in a situation where both killers have access to you, at first they aren't aware of one another's obsession.

Until they see the other interact with you.

The moment Trickster sees you're in his match, he forgoes pursuing any other survivor and hunts you.

Trickster thinks nothing of it when he corners you like usual.

He's being playful, complimenting you and grinning.

Although it feels like he's being stalked.

Michael, being one to carefully observe, no doubt sees how Trickster reacts with you.

Which results in him stalking closer, pushing Trickster off you, and blocking you from the other killer.

This 2v8 match quickly becomes both killers competing on who can get you first.

They get rid of other survivors, yes, but there's so much infighting between them.

You have never seen two killers fight one another.

Yet there's several times the two hit each other, blood spilling onto the grass.

They don't seem all that hurt... but there's definitely tension.

You spend the entire match working on generators, watching your fellow survivors get picked off one by one.

You know their end goal.

You've seen how they act alone with you.

You're currently seeing them fighting one another in this trial.

You know what they want.

Michael is silent the whole time, but he's only getting more irritated with Trickster.

Trickster, however, is much more vocal with his curses.

The two are like territorial animals trying to secure prey.

As you near being the last survivor, you begin to try figuring out ways to flee.

You may not die in this match... but it's hard to tell.

The two can't kill another, making it a large game of keep away.

Even if you escape their grasp... It's not like you can leave for long.

How long until you have normal matches with either killer?

Will they be more intense?

Actually, how long until you're put in another 2v8 match with them?

Does the outcome of the rivalry even matter at this point?

You're in what's essentially a cage with two predators fighting over prey...

Death is not an escape, those doors or that hatch isn't either, you can't escape your bloody fate.

[this-acuteneurosis]

IM SO OBSESSED WITH LEIA RAAAHHHHHH DONT LOOK BACK IS CONSUMING MY BRAIIIINNNNN i would kill to be a fly on the wall listening to rys complaining to fox about leia 😭😭😭😭 AND FOX ASKING RYS ABOUT SHMI :333

Rys just wants to do his job. He's just suppose to be protecting this lady, under the worst conditions, and all he wants is to do it right. Why is she like this? Why must she be a not-Jedi/Jedi and also a definitely a spy who is keeping secrets and doing weird things and won't sleep and has to visit the Temple in the middle of the night. Rys just wants to do his job.

Fox, sipping the tea he brewed from a mix Shmi specifically put together for him when she saw his daily caf consumption, nods in commiseration. Those damn Skywalkers. What can you do?

[polutrope]

You like Daeron/Maglor and Maedhros/Maglor, right? Have you ever thought about Maedhros/Maglor/Daeron? The three of them together, in a threesome or polyamorous relationship? Have you ever thought about writing this or your opinion about this ship and idea?

"You like the emissary of Doriath," says Maedhros.

The lamp Maglor attempts to light spits hot oil on his hand. He hisses, flicks his wrist, then strikes the flint again. 

The flame leaps awake and washes the room in saffron light. Maglor sets his sights on his brother, who drapes his heavy robe over the back of a chair.

Over the course of a day of councils and speeches and feasts and, at the last, dancing, strands of Maedhros' hair have come loose from his braid, and they curl, soft orange tendrils, about the edges of his profile. Drawing near, Maglor takes one and twists it around his finger; he arranges it over the jut of Maedhros' collarbone and drags the heel of his palm down his chest.

Maedhros seizes his hand before it can travel lower. "Answer my question."

"I did not think it was a question," says Maglor. He smiles coyly, then nips at Maedhros' knuckles. "But, well. If you say so." Twisting his free hand through Maedhros' sash, he tugs him closer. "Though I know not which emissary you mean."

Maedhros pulls a sharp breath as Maglor attempts to knee him towards the cot at their tent's further wall. But Maedhros is immovable. In answer, he thrusts the blunt end of his wrist between Maglor's thighs. Maglor moans, bucks involuntarily.

"Mm, as I thought. How long have you been thus? Since the morning's council, when you could not let a single remark from Elwe's minstrel go by without inserting some pithy witticism of your own? Or was it during the evening's entertainment, when you could not keep from scraping your teeth across your lips, watching his fingers fly over his pipes?"

"Nelyo..." Maglor whimpers into the curve of Maedhros' shoulder, weak now from the firm pressure of Maedhros' forearm rubbing him full. "I want... you... please..."

At last Maedhros lets go of the hand clutched between their bodies and tips Maglor's face up by the chin. "Do you?" He kisses him, and Maglor's eyes pinch shut with pleasure, but upon the backs of his lids is Daeron -- dark, deft, enchanting Daeron, quirking a smile, inviting, even as Maglor disentangled himself from the swirl of dancing bodies to follow his lord-brother to bed.

Maglor pushes hard against such thoughts. "Do you think me so wayward?" he teases, as he loops his arms around Maedhros' waist to work free the ties of his sash.

On a sudden, Maedhros pushes him off. "Go to him," he says.

"What?" Maglor staggers.

"Go to Daeron. I am certain he will not deny you."

There is no bitterness or deception in Maedhros' manner, and at that Maglor wonders. There has been no other between them since their exile; it was, until mere hours ago, unthinkable to Maglor that he could ever again desire another.

"But..." Maglor says. "You would sleep alone?"

Maedhros hates to sleep alone; does not sleep at all, Maglor knows, on the many many nights they must spend apart, now they are lords of their own lands. Surely, Maedhros has not brought him so far merely to talk of defenses and alliances and send him to bed with Doriath's messenger. With Doriath's messenger, of all people! At that Maglor almost laughs, for his brother's present instruction is altogether contrary to habit, crude compared to the intricate steps Maedhros dances around those with power.

"I am content," he assures Maglor, and guesses at his second thought, too, saying, "and I trust you not to dash all hope of alliance in a single night. Do prove my trust well-placed, won't you?"

Maglor nods, and Maedhros kisses the crown of his head. As Maglor makes to leave, Maedhros takes him by the hand. "One thing." Maglor turns. "Tomorrow, you are mine."

[base0h]

HOW HAIKYUU CHARACTERS REACT TO BUGS

a/n - watched a TikTok vid by @emmafischer8 about how setters would react to a spider and it was hilarious so I had to do everyone else too 😀👍

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o reader, crack

- he’s not very scared of them so you can probably count on him to kill them for you if you ask 😭🙏

- but honestly he’d probably name a spider Fred and give it a leaf to sit on when he puts it outside

- and in the morning when he wakes up he’d also say good morning to Fred even if he doesn’t see him because he thinks Fred might still hear him

- “Bokuto who’s Fred..?” -you

- “That spider fella from last week! The one that was on the ceiling :)”

- “…You named it?”

- “Mhm!”

- “I love you Bokuto 😭”

- “Oh I love you too y/n :D”

- He has a lot of bug friends

- especially during summer he gets a lot of ladybug and butterfly buddies

- he prolly has named them after which friends he thinks they remind him of

- theres a praying mantis named kuroo 🙏

- he’s scared of them

- he hates them with every fiber of his being

- never take him to Australia or ANYWHERE remotely outdoorsy 💀

- he’s the type to get even quieter when he’s afraid— and he can’t even bring himself to move away from said danger he just stares at it helplessly 😭

- he could be doing homework or something and then all of the sudden his pencil will stop, and he’s just frozen in place

- you can’t even tell if bros still breathing

- “Akaashi..? You ok?” -you

- there’s no answer

- no acknowledgment

- just dead silence

- then you see why, and it’s a tiny little spider on the wall in front of his desk

- you have to kill all the bugs or take em outside, akaashi will do everything else but that for you so yeah 😭

- you also might have to comfort him for a while after because he’s so scared he gets nightmares about em 💀

- I swear yk those jumpscare vids on TikTok where the bug legit jumps out at you and that Asian dude is like: hey, you ok?

- BUT THE MF COMES WAY TOO FREAKING LATE SO IT DOESNT EVEN HELP

- yeah akaashi has beef with him

- he wants to set his house on fire and lock the doors with the guy still inside :)

- seriously you could be just chilling and all of the sudden he’ll chuck his phone across the room and he looks like he looked at Medusa or sum 💀

- those vids that try to like make you feel bad for bugs because they’re just trying to exist mean nothing to him

- “Ok then exist somewhere else? Preferably nowhere near me?” -Akaashi (probably)

IM TALKING ABOUT THIS GUY. (JUMPSCARE WARNING)

- ok see— he doesn’t call it ‘fear’

- he calls it ‘disliking things with more than 3 legs’

- he acts all tough and mighty until you’re faced with the final boss…

- summer

- Idk why but I feel like he’d have a tiny little dog— like a corgis or a terrier or something

- it sometimes eats flies and stuff— and Kuroo worships it 😭

- he’s totally the type to like try and create some intricate trapping system for bugs so that his dog can take care of it for him

- Kenma thinks he’s insane :) (he is)

- side note he also probably cuddles with his dog and has good dreams whenever he sleeps with it nearby him 🥲🙏

- anyways, you’re basically his knight in shining armor now, congrats! :D

- “Oh y/n you look absolutely gorgeous today—“ -kuroo

- “Where’s the bug.”

- “…..Corner wall.”

- sly mf 💀 bro thought he could fool you

- don’t worry he’ll make it up to you however you want 😭

- you name it and he’ll do it

- anything for his knight in shining armor

- his heroic insect slayer

- his courageous promised messiah—

- yeah you get the gist lmfao

- you should probably start taxing him for it

- he MIGHT boycott you though 💀

- I honestly think they’re scared of him

- I feel like no bug has ever escaped osamu’s sight

- like if a fly lands on his food it’s genocide time

- he will find its cohorts and kill every single last one

- kinda scary ngl 😭

- in the kitchen he’s probably armed with a fly swatter 24/7

- not one of those plastic flimsy ones though, the heavy duty high voltage shit, only the best

- Let’s be real though, if a fly noticed Osamu looking at it— it’d run and not be able to escape 💀

- Those vids that are like: “no but the bug was just existing— what if it had a family?” Yeah no Osamu doesn’t give a shit

- “It’s their fault for touching my food. Not my fault they might not have a parent anymore.” -osamu

- “Yeah but you didn’t need to like— chop it up like an onion—😭”

- “It reminded me of Atsumu so I was extra pissed at it.”

- “Hey! :(“ -Atsumu

- “Ah I see, makes sense.”

- “HEY! >:(“

a/n - I need an osamu to kill the mosquitoes in my house I can’t kill em all myself— I’m losing the war here 😭

[d4rkshad0w]

here’s my attempt at writing a fic about Neil and the Foxes, sorry if it’s not as good this is my first time writing anything that’s not for class so😁

this fic is a result of these posts

@hermanthesturgeon

The Foxes had had an ok practice all week but today they were doing very good. They were doing their regular scrimmage with Andrew at the goal, Neil and Kevin throwing the ball towards the goal any chance they got, Aaron and Nicky as defense and the remaining foxes as the other team.

They had started off practice with some drills then had a short break where Kevin pointed out everything they were doing wrong, and then they started their scrimmage. They had been playing for forty minutes, and Kevin and Neil had only managed to get the ball past Andrew four times, one of which was because Andrew wasn’t paying attention but instead was listening to a heated argument between Allison and Aaron, ready to move towards Aaron if Allison made a move.

Despite the usual arguing their practice was going great and everyone was in a good mood, even Kevin seemed content. Dan managed to get three shots past Renee. Matt was doing a pretty decent job at blocking Neil from getting the ball and sending it flying towards Allison.

The time had hit forty-five minutes when Coach Wymack pounded on the plexiglass to signal a break. They all made their way towards the door to get some water and take a much needed break until they had to start again for another forty-five minutes. Although Neil was closest to the door he waited until Andrew got to him to go through the door and join the others.

“All right,” Wymack said once everyone sat down.

“Drink up because you’re back on the court as soon as i’m done.

“Matt, great job keeping the ball away from Neil, next time throw it straight to Dan if you can’t find Allison, Nicky you got a problem with Kevin today?” Wymack paused for a few seconds but continued before Nicky could answer. “Throw him the ball too, don’t go just for Neil”

He then went on for another minutes pointing out some errors and Kevin occasionally cutting in. “Other than that you guys were great today, keep it up though, don’t go all out first half and then ruin it second half” Wymack reminded them. “And Allison and Aaron try to keep the arguing non physical. I don’t want any of you to get hurt and not play next game because of a stupid argument with your own teammates” he finished.

If it were any other two foxes arguing Wymack wouldn’t have to remind them not to throw hands but since Allison and Aaron had a previous record of doing so during the Fox Tower car incident, Wymack wouldn’t want to take any chances of them hurting each other or worse, Andrew getting involved.

After about three minutes of most of the foxes just chatting and laughing, Wymack sent them back to the court.

Before anyone could get up Dan started, “Hold up, Coach if it’s alright I want to mix up the teams”

“Go ahead” Wymack responded.

“Ok, I was gonna do Neil, Andrew, Matt, and I then Allison, Nicky, Renee, Kevin, Aaron together” she began, “Nicky i would prefer if you threw the ball at Kevin this time, and Allison try to keep up with Neil.” After that everyone rushed onto the court to resume their game.

Fifteen minutes in, Kevin had the ball but was on the wrong side of the court. He rushed up to get a better shot at the goal, almost as soon as he took off Matt attempted to stop him but instead ran straight to the wall barely stopping before he got hurt. Kevin was still rushing up when he threw the ball cross-court to Allison who threw it to Nicky and then he flicked it back to Kevin who was very close to the goal. During the heat of the moment all you could hear was panting, stomping and shouting, but that didn’t stop Nicky loud “Kevin” to be drowned out.

Right on time Kevin turned and caught the ball and shot it straight into the corner of the goal. Andrew was ready and reflected it, but made the mistake of sending it straight to Kevin again. Possibly thinking he was still on his team instead of the other. As if Kevin saw it coming he shot the ball straight back to the goal but this time towards the middle since Andrew was by the corner due to Kevin’s previous failed attempt. Andrew watched as the goal light up red which was then when he realized he made the mistake of sending the ball to the striker instead of down the court.

Now they were two-two. Kevin was a better striker than Neil but Renee wasn’t as good as Andrew was which made the scrimmage and their team switch up interesting.

After a few seconds the disbelief in Andrew’s eyes faded away. Kevin then got the ball and headed down to the middle to throw the ball to Nicky who then shot it back to Kevin in order to start their next match.

Neil had seen who Kevin looked at before he started running towards Allison. She was about to catch the ball before Neil, being the faster player, ran up beside her, collected the ball mid air and ran off towards Renee with it. He saw Matt out of the corner of his eye so he shot the ball in his direction since most of the team was busy chasing Neil. Dan was already down at the goal when Matt got the ball. she shouted his name to get his attention. Matt heard her, and threw the ball in her direction where she caught it in a clean raise of her racquet and proceeded to throw it at the goal which lit up red behind Renee.

Score was now two to three.

Neil was happy to be doing so well but felt a pinch of pity for Kevin’s team when he had started yelling at them for leaving Dan free letting her shoot.

Before Neil knew it the ball was in the air and everyone was running. The game went on for another twenty minutes before anyone got close to making a shot.

Neil got sidetracked while looking at Andrew picking at a scab over at the goal so he didn’t notice when Nicky got the ball and was running towards Kevin with it. Seconds later, Kevin had the ball and was about to shoot before Dan got in his way and was about to slam into him. Kevin sidestepped but almost as if she saw it coming so did Dan so then Kevin had no choice but to throw the ball to Allison who had Matt almost catch the ball by a close 2 inches so she then threw it to Aaron who was a few feet away from the wall but ready to shoot back to Kevin.

Aaron caught the ball a second later and Neil already having momentum and being the closest to him was about to slam into him before Aaron ran off towards Kevin without even acknowledging Neil. Instead of hitting Aaron, Neil ran into the wall so hard he heard a crack then a flaring pain shot up his shoulder which was then when he knew he had dislocated his shoulder. A second later he was on his way back down to the floor and because he had so much momentum from before slamming into the wall and dislocating his shoulder he fell hard on the ground again and heard another loud crack. Neil had thought if the wall slam hadn’t broken his shoulder, surely the floor did. Instead Neil lay there on the floor for a few moments before figuring out his shoulder had popped back into place.

He sat up on his knees and was hoping the Foxes were too busy playing to pay attention to him. He rotated his shoulder a bit to make sure everything was alright. He then got up, ready to continue playing. Except everyone was looking at him in disbelief.

He looked at Andrew for a quick second and thought he saw a flash of worry but it was replaced by his usual stone cold look moments later. Someone speaking brought his attention away from Andrew.

“What was that cracking noise?” Nicky demanded.

“I dislocated my shoulder but it got popped back so it’s fine. Who made the goal?” Neil responded

“Forget about the game, man. Are you okay?” Matt questioned.

“Yes, my shoulder got popped back when i fell on the ground.” Neil replied

“How does that even happen?” Allison stammered out.

But before Neil could answer Dan cut in “You should step out. Maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s making you not feel the pain.”

“I’m fine. Really. Let’s continue” Neil announced.

That’s when Kevin spoke up, “No your not. Neil that crack was loud, everyone heard it. If your hurt, get out now and get it fixed before it gets worse and we don’t qualify to play”

Neil was amazed by his ability to care more about the season than his own teammate. Then again exy was everything to Kevin.

Neil stood staring at Kevin for a few seconds. He couldn’t see any sign of concern in his eyes only his patience running thin. After another few moments of them staring Kevin started “Andrew”

Neil looked at Andrew and all he did was point to the door where Abby was half on the court and half out.

Neil then made a defeated noise and made his way to the door all while hiding a smile. Andrew didn’t care enough about Exy to care about the season. And he sure didn’t care about what Kevin said on the court, so him telling Neil to get out and get checked meant he did care about Neil after all. Of course Neil already knew but it always made Neil a little happy when Andrew let it show.

this is in Andrew’s POV

The court was quiet in the heat of the match, whether Kevin would make it in or if Dan would steal the ball. No one had made a shot for over fifteen minutes and they were finally close to making it so Andrew was a tiny bit more alert than before.

Kevin was running fast down the court, Dan was right on his heels so he shot the ball towards Allison. Matt was closest to her and almost caught the ball in his net but Allison got to it first, she threw the ball to Aaron almost as fast as she got it. Aaron was closest to the net but instead of shooting he ran off towards Kevin and Kevin caught the ball and was about to shoot to Andrew’s goal.

Andrew saw the ball coming and was ready to hit it as hard as he could. Three seconds….the ball was flying hard towards him. Two seconds….. it was about time someone made a shot but it wouldn’t be Kevin. Four feet away and—

Suddenly Andrew heard something heavy slam into the plexiglass to the left of the his position. A crack echoed through the stadium. Before he could pinpoint the origin of the sound another loud bone cracking sound echoed along with another sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

All playing stopped, Andrew wasn’t looking at the ball anymore but he could see the red glow. Everyone had paused, the Foxes had eased into a regular stance, no longer ready to go for the ball if it came quick.

Instead they were turning toward the direction of the sound, to Andrew’s left Neil had managed to slam into the wall all by himself. He was sprawled across the floor in an uncomfortable position. He then got to his knees and was clutching his right shoulder and moving it around as if stretching.

Andrew had had broken enough bones and broken other people’s bones to know a crack that loud definitely meant something had broken. Neil still clutching his arm and rotating it gave hint that he had dislocated his shoulder.

And then as if nothing had happened, he got up and picked up his racquet but stopped short when he realized all eyes were on him including Andrew’s.

The Foxes started peppering him with questions, Andrew didn’t ask if Neil was ok because he seemed good and Neil would give him the typical answer and say he was fine.

“I’m fine. Really. Let’s continue” Neil said.

After a few moments of silence Kevin began, “No you’re not. Neil that crack was loud, everyone heard it. If your hurt, get out now and get it fixed before it gets worse and we don’t qualify to play”

An unexpected anger stirred inside Andrew, Neil had just gotten hurt and all he cared was whether he was still good to play or not.

They then had a silent stand off, Kevin and Neil. Andrew wondered when Kevin would have enough but instead Kevin said “Andrew” and looked in Andrew’s direction.

Andrew was a little unsure of what to do and why he was brought into their little argument, but then he realized Kevin wanted him to tell Neil to get off the court.

Andrew didn’t care what Neil did, whether he played either a broken shoulder or the flu. He shouldn’t care right?

But he did. Even if he had said it a million times before that Neil was nothing and what they were didn’t mean anything, he couldn’t deny that he was worried for a few seconds when he saw Neil on the ground.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, afraid the vulnerability of his realization would show. Instead he just pointed at the door when Neil looked at him.

Neil made a noise and started walking towards the door where Abby was waiting.

Neil must have gotten hurt all by himself since no player was within ten feet of him when Andrew heard him slam into the wall. how talented he is Andrew thought, no one other than Neil could dislocate their shoulder and pop it back into place in the span of five seconds all by themselves. He really is something special Andrew thought. He then shifted his thoughts and focus back to Dan who was telling Nicky to replace Neil so the teams would be even.

A few seconds later the game begun again without Neil. Andrew tried hard not to think of Neil because the thought of him getting hurt was something Andrew didn’t like, although he couldn’t really explain why.

[akutasoda]

Hi, love your work!! I’m not part of the q nation, unfortunately😞 my dumb brain can’t brain when I’m trying to learn the q language no matter how hard I try…

can I request- Sunday angst where the reader gets in an accident and gets amnesia? Hurt/ no comfort if thats okay!

if you’re uncomfortable with that, don’t worry about it, I love everything you write anyways!!!! Mwah!!

lead me towards freedom, just for me to forget

synopsis - he loved you. let down all his walls, trust his emotions with you and yet, you can't even remember who he is.

includes - sunday

warnings - gn!reader, reader gets amnesia, slight fluff, angst no comfort, religious imagery?, maybe ooc, wc - 811

a/n: not apart of the q nation? apologies, i cannot write your request /j the q language is not for everyone anon, but if you try hard enough you will get there!! but thank you!! <3

if someone had asked sunday if he ever saw himself in a relationship in the future, he probably would've scoffed at them.

sunday had no such time for those feelings. the bigger picture was much more important to him, granting robin's wish was his number one priority and he didn't want anything to stray him from fulfilling such goals. petty emotions that led to developing romantic relationships were useless to him - not that he even had anyone in his life that he'd ever dare see that way.

relationships only hurt people. they could cut deep into people, causing pain and heartbreak. even uglier emotions that made reality all that much more harsh to those on the receiving end. and that was a possibility that could happen to him.

if he ever found someone he could love romantically, they could see him at his lowest, at his weakest point. they could exploit that. use it against him, rip his heart out, crush it right in front of his very eyes and he wouldn't be able to do anything. he'd love them too much to fight back, they'd open the gates to more emotions that would make him weaker, more vulnerable.

but that was before he met you.

admittedly, when he first met you, he thought you were simply another lost soul that needed saving. the hand of the order to bless you and lead you towards a dream. a world that saved you from the harshness of current reality. and it was his duty to lead you, another sheep among the herd lead towards freedom of reality.

but you weren't a sheep. you were a wolf in sheep's clothing.

yet it remained the same, he wanted to guide you away from suffering and pain. even more so than the rest of the flock.

sunday still denied it. either he couldn't recognise the signs or he simply couldn't believe that such emotions were being evoked from him - the lines were very blurred. either way, it wasn't immediately recognisable to him, willingly or unwillingly. those feelings would only prove meaningless down the line.

but you were persistent. always there in his life. unwavering in your friendly attitude toward him, unrelenting in checking up on him and showing a genuine interest. sunday wanted to push you away. keep you at arm's length and stop you from getting closer than you were already - in his eyes, you were too close, to his emotions and to getting in the way of his goals.

however, somewhere down the line, he let you in. sunday stopped fighting to keep you away, slowly letting down all the guards and walls he had built up around himself. and now. he understood why people took that risk.

relationships could end horribly but they could blossom. they could be filled with hope and sappy feelings that if sunday ever caught himself thinking about, he might have been sick. loving you was sweet. it was like watching birds fly free, a cool breeze on a summer's day. it was refreshing, freeing even.

it felt weird. he'd never felt such emotions for a person before and yet he couldn't help but find his thoughts drifting to you like a lovesick fool. when sunday caught himself, he felt embarrassed. hiding his face behind his wings and trying to compose himself yet again - it wouldn't be the first time his thoughts drifted to you, nor would it be the last.

sunday could look back upon all the memories with you with a fondness that baffled him. they played over and over in his mind like the galaxy's sappiest film, one that was so saccharine that it was sickly. but sunday wouldn't have it any other way.

but sunday soon remembered just why he wanted to stay away.

the day he received the news was the day his world shattered. the harshness of reality he so desperately wanted to help people stray away from had befallen upon him and his feelings. the news of you “accident” caused him to freeze.

was this your reality? had he failed to protect you from the harrowing reality of life?

sunday dropped everything to see you. he needed to know the exact details of your condition, to know if you were okay. but looking back upon this decision, perhaps ignorance was bliss. not knowing would've been better than seeing you in this state.

it shattered him in two when the news of your amnesia was told to him. if only this was a dream. a really bad one at that, a nightmare if he would. he had failed you.

and as you stared at him in confusion, no hints of familiarity found in your gaze for him,

sunday could nearly cry.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes

[narrans]

A Small and Tall Collection | Chapter Two | Into the Unknown

Venturing into the walls was often an adventure; at least, when you knew where you were and where you were going. Ashlynn had neither of these benefits as she began cautiously tiptoeing through the walls of this new home she’d managed to find.

After spending a week and a number of days in the frigid cold and bouncing from place to place and not finding a suitable home, her mind was set that she needed to make this place work. It had to. She couldn’t go back out into the cold again. The Borrower woman needed time to rest and recuperate. Even if this place only lasted for a few weeks, it would be enough.

She hoped that wasn’t the case and that this could be her forever home, but that would come from an evaluation later.

In the meantime, Ashlynn knew she needed to get to much higher ground. If she wanted to stay warm and away from the pests down below, climbing to a higher place was nonoptional. Too many times she’d stayed down on the ground level only to be confronted with every mishap imaginable. Flooding. Pests raiding her supplies. Insects seeking her body heat in the middle of the night. Mold infestations from some spill or uncleaned mess the humans left behind. Remodeling that involved nails suddenly jutting through the wall and, no pun intended, nailing her right in the leg.

Sure, ceilings with apartments or floors above were also a potential worry, but humans were far less likely to mess with something on the ceiling than the floor.

So, up was where she decided to go. It took a little bit of time, but she managed to find a decent beam that wasn’t too far above her head and, based on what she saw, guessed there were other easy to reach beams not too far above that.

It’ll have to do. Ashlynn thought as she removed her hook from her hip and stared at the dusty wood above her head. Her inhalation calmed her body. Her eyes held the target in place. One swing. Two. Three. Faster and faster. She went all the way to seven both out of uncertainty and ritual before she let the metal piece fly. Right as she heard the hook make contact, she pulled down with all of her might to secure it in place.

It took some time, but Ashlynn hoisted herself up onto the first beam. Then the next. Then the next. The frost in her limbs made her joints stiff, but she was determined. Too many nights were spent in the cold and one more night would be the end of her.

She knew it.

It wasn’t until she paused to catch her breath as she leaned against what she could only guess was some kind of electric box called a “breaker box” that she noticed a delicious smell coming from the other side of the wall. She hoped she’d be able to tell where it was coming from once she’d made it up to the ceiling.

How far up am I anyway?

It hadn’t occurred to Ashlynn that she’d climbed up so far, but a quick glance over the edge told her a different story. The abyss below and the shadows swallowing the light from her hip lamp told her she must’ve made it to the ceiling.

Good.

It was warm in the ceiling, and it gave her a better vantage point to look at the humans far below. Ashlynn would’ve stayed longer to warm herself, but the smell was too intoxicating. It was sweet, salty, and flavorful. She had to know where it was coming from – and soon. Her insides wouldn’t let her go much longer without beginning to protest loud enough for even a human to hear.

She finally made it to the final ledge, which revealed a long and mostly uninterrupted surface. She figured this had to be the ceiling of the apartment below, and also the source of the delicious scent. Ashlynn followed her nose through the labyrinth of cords and collected dust until she reached a nearby wall joist. As luck would have it, the wall led to a slightly loosened light socket, revealing the ground beneath it.

Ashlynn approached carefully, wary that something loosened could give way, and peered down. Her eyes quickly adapted to the light below as she maneuvered around the opening and peered down through the sliver allowing her to peer into the human world. The sight made her mouth water once she’d managed to get a feel for the entire room.

Below was a freshly backed tray of chocolate chip cookies.

Eyes as big as the cookies themselves, Ashlynn’s insides grumbled with desire. Her food supply was less than ideal, and this was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss. The only thing that made her hesitate was the fact that they smelled freshly baked.

It meant humans might be nearby, and that was something that couldn’t be overlooked. If they were nearby, Ashlynn could be seen and, worse, caught. It spelled doom and destruction not only for herself, but for all of Borrower kind.

At the same time, supplies were scarce and nearing empty. The risk was an immense one, but she needed to take it. It was a dire need – cookies or not, she needed food.

Ashlynn shimmied through the ceiling joists and found herself at the far wall where, thankfully, there was a clear path from top to bottom. Securing her one spare line on an exposed nail, she gripped the string tight with her fingerless gloves and began shimmying down the edge of the wall.

In what felt like three or four bounces on the evenly plastered walls, Ashlynn suddenly had to stop herself burning her fingertips in the process, as she met a perfectly placed support joist. Her frustration was almost immediately overridden by her realization of her sheer luck.

The line she placed at the board she was on was exactly beside an electrical cover, and it looked to be right at countertop level. Ashlynn’s eyes gleamed in the quiet darkness as she began carefully fiddling with the screw in the wall. Once. Twice. Her muscles screamed as they seemingly knocked off the chill between each joint. Before twisting a third time, she pressed her ear against the plastic and listened closely Her thundering heartbeat soon quieted and the ambient sounds of the house amplified.

She heard the ice maker click on.

The heater elements clicked as they began forcing warm air through the vents.

Sounds of the house settling and some human on the floor above undoubtedly shuffling or dancing based on the vibrations they were making through the floor.

One thing Ashlynn didn’t hear were the sounds of a human in the apartment she was glancing into, which was all she needed to prompt her to give that final twist and knock that last bolt loose. The sound of the cover’s slight crack as she pushed it off of the wall made every hair stand on end, but now she had full access to the countertop.

She glanced around the outside of the counter before, in an impulsive rush, Ashlynn dared to dart out onto the counter toward the cookies. The plate was immense, easily twice her height from one side to the other, and the span of her arms alone was the same as the steaming baked goods. As she approached, she noticed a few larger crumbs and decided that those would be her prize.

Ashlynn didn’t have time to be too selective. She took only a moment to stop at the edge of the plate, scoop up three larger fragments that filled her arms, and shove them messily into her bag before sprinting back toward the electrical cover – and just in time too.

Her heart was just starting to beat normally as she slipped back into the confines of the walls when she heard an immense grinding sound. The hair on the back of her neck instantly stood on end. There was a tremor to her hand that was too distinct to mistake for anything else.

Humans were coming.

Ashlynn, hands shaking, pulled the electrical cover back on and secured the screw as the sound of the grinding stopped. Seconds later, she heard muffled sounds of talking and the jingle of keys. Every nerve in her body kept her completely motionless as she crouched and continued to listen as hard as she could. Despite her blood roaring in her ears, it didn’t block the sound of the humans’ voices as they entered the kitchen.

“Do you think they’re cool now, Soren?”

Curses…

It’s a kid.

A boy kid.

“I call dibs on the strawberry milk!”

Two of them?! Plus parents?! Four whole humans?

“What? You can’t call the whole thing, Dorian!”

Ashlynn listened as some calmer, deeper voice responded to the two much younger boys. Based on the way their footsteps hit the ground, the youngsters were prancing and bouncing around and creating a ruckus.

“We can all have the strawberry milk – after dinner. No, I don’t think they’re cool yet, but they will probably be the perfect temperature once you two finish helping me load in the groceries and wash your hands. If you get it done in thirty seconds, we can share one cookie before dinner. Ready set go!”

This one must be Soren. Ashlynn thought as she listened to the chorus of voices and how they began scampering about running from the car back to the kitchen. The crinkling sound of bags of chips and dull thunks told Ashlynn these boys were quick when motivated, which wasn’t a good sign for her.

While all of the noise continued, she quietly backed away and climbed her line all the way back up to the ceiling. She had half a mind to leave right then and there. What Borrower would stay put and create a home where there were two little boys living?

Ashlynn’s twisting insides gave the answer – a desperate Borrower.

A desperate Borrower would stay in a place with two young boys and at least one human adult, most likely the dad. They would make a home out of a place like this. They would stay put and gather necessary supplies until they were ready to leave or decided to risk it all on this unknown place.

Ashlynn sadly was in that category and had no other options at the moment.

Supplies were limited and, perhaps, things weren’t as bad as she thought. Observation was necessary, which is what she decided to do as she approached the slightly askew light fixture she’d used to observe the kitchen. While there, she watched one adult human with dark brown hair walking around putting things away while the two young boys with sandy blond, brown hair bounced around like rubber balls.

It was hard to tell specifics about each of the humans’ features, but Ashlynn determined that the two young ones had pale blue eyes and roundish faces and the build of Soren, who she guessed was their dad, had a comparatively lean yet muscular build.

She watched as the humans finished unloading everything and, as promised, shared a single cookie and a “splash” of milk, whatever that measurement meant for a human that was. Ashlynn also decided to eat silently alongside the humans, which was the best thing that had happened all day. The taste was sweet and a touch salty, and every bite felt like it could unlock forgotten memories deep within her mind.

How this human could make something like that, she didn’t know. What she did know was that, for now, she needed to stay put and recuperate. If she needed to leave, then it would come to that. Until then, she needed to gather supplies and remain hidden in the shadows.

Until then, this was her home, and she’d just have to make the most of it. At the very least, she couldn’t leave until she’d “borrowed” some more of those cookies. It was the one good thing she could hang onto.

She retrieved her bag and, for the first time in what felt like forever, hunkered down between a few secure looking wood blocks and drifted into a restful slumber.

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