#i wish i could just keep them in my basement

[mbat]

thinking about the eredar and how they couldve so easily just been like 'fuck off' about them and let them be mindless soulless irredeemable monsters who have hurt and killed countless people across the galaxy for centuries

but they chose to redeem them. to make them work toward redemption, even if they never achieve it in the eyes of most... or anyone, even. to make them people just like the other characters, and rejoin their people that had to separate from them a long time ago.

and how you can play as one now, technically. you can gain customization options to become an eredar and play as one. and thats wild to me, but in a good way. its just neat

[queers4years]

I just keep thinking about august when I had 2 nonbinary kids talking to me about how scared they were. One told me she might have to go back into the closet for safety.

[dandyshucks]

i want to work on art (the plushies and the digital painting) but i have to make myself get some cleaning done bc spiders are active again bc it's unseasonably warm outside rn :')

[lizard-ratt]

This idea got stuck in my head, not to be taken too seriously. If you find any typos, no you didn't <3

Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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Steve Harrington knew how to haggle. Raised by the most cutthroat business man in all of the state of Indiana, if not the United States as a whole, he knew the ins and outs of getting the best deal possible. He used this to his advantage a lot more than anyone knew.

The first time he brought out Steven Elias Harrington, son of Richard Jay Harrington was when he first got forced to sign NDAs to keep quiet about everything going on in Hawkins, Indiana. Despite only having shown up at the end, he still had a fat stack of papers to work through.

And he worked through the entire thing, taking his sweet precious time to read the entire thing, word for word. He signed nothing that day, letting the government employees watch as he took notes on every little detail, humming to himself, scoffing, and overall being as annoying about it as possible.

"These are terrible. Do better." He didn't say that exactly, but it was the general consensus as he gave them a verbal dressing down that would make his father proud (and his father was never proud). He made demands for money, for protections, for anything that he could think of. By the end, the government had agreed to provide him with a heaping helping of cash (enough to buy a house and help him live a comfortable life for the next twenty-or-so odd years), government provided medical insurance (complete coverage for the rest of his life), and a full ride scholarship for any college he wanted to go to.

Suffice to say he had rung that towel dry of anything he could ask of it. He knew that those government employees wished nothing but the worst for him, but he was satisfied with what he got, and he happily signed the fifth NDA they provided him with, flourishing his signature with relish.

Then, he became even more wrapped up in the whole thing when Dustin Henderson decided to raise a baby Demogorgon in his basement. A lot happened in those forty-eight hours, but the main one was that he got attached to the little shits, so he told them in no uncertain terms that they were not to sign anything before he looked the paperwork over.

They scoffed, rolled their eyes, but ultimately agreed. It was a very amusing few days, to say the least. The government agents (the same ones as last time) showed up with their giant stacks of paper, and came face to face with Steven Elias Harrington, and he could just see them die a little bit inside. He could practically hear what remained of their souls wither to dust.

And again, he forced them to sit as he read through every NDA, taking notes, scoffing, humming, and overall being a nuisance to them and their time. Then, he got the kids' attentions (as their eyes started to glaze over after minute thirty) and began his process.

The looks of pure awe, too, would be treasured for a very long time as he got their college tuitions paid for, government-provided medical insurance for the rest of their lives, and of course a big fat pile of cash ready for when they would turn seventeen years old. Each of them had enough money lined up for them that they wouldn't have to worry about anything until maybe their late fifties to early sixties if they were bad with their money.

And of course, he got himself another big pile of cash and access to the best lawyers in the United States if he would ever have need of it.

After that, he shouldn't have been surprised when everyone came to him for help post-Battle of Starcourt (dubbed by Dustin, of course). This time, he took two solid weeks pushing and pulling Uncle Sam in this direction and that to make sure everyone got what they needed. (Another fat stack of cash for everyone, legal protection for whatever they'd need it for, and a cover story that made everyone look the best that they possibly could. He also got college payment for Robin, since she wasn't there the first time, as well as the same medical insurance he got everyone else). Those government employees looked at Steve like he was the devil himself.

"You kinda are," Robin told him one day, after Steve recounted the specifics. "I mean, you are bleeding the government dry."

He gave her a grin. "Absolutely, I am."

Then, he and his merry band of misfits saved the world, stopping the Upside Down for good. The same government goons showed up, and instead of doing what they tried to do the previous time, they just came to Steve with all of the NDAs, and asked in the most sarcastically professional voice imaginable, "Are these up to your standers, Mr. Harrington?"

He gave his charming, King Steve smile and told them that he'd read it over. In the hospital room that held Max and Eddie, Steve pulled up a table and allowed everyone to watch as he flipped page after page, noting down the loophole phrases and weak protections, and every single trap meant to put them into a worse-off position and he threw it in the government's faces.

In return, he forced everything his heart could imagine out of them.

Another giant hunk of change for each of them.

Eddie Munson free of all charges, effective immediately

Government-provided medical insurance for Eddie Munson for the rest of his long, long life

A cover story so beautiful, so concrete that it got even the most closed minded to look at Steve's People and call them heroes.

A house for Eddie and his Uncle Wayne

"I hope I never see your face ever again," the man told Steve, forgoing all niceties at that point. "You're going to burn in hell."

"I'll save you both a seat," he told him with his sweetest, most charming smile.

The government agents left, and in their wake, Eddie Munson looked at him like he hung the sun, moon, and stars in the sky.

"Wow," was all the metalhead was able to get out for a while. "Just wow."

Robin glanced between Steve and Eddie, leaned into his side and quietly sang, "The lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Now on AO3

[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི heavily inspired by @shawtycoreee !! read her blurb and I had to write another concept that flew to my brain. also @nemesyaaa for making me come out of my shell!!! this is my first writing piece so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!!

𐙚 where reader makes a homemade video just for stalker!rafe.

𐙚 warnings: use of the word “Daddy”, slight mention of kidnapping, 18+ mdni

You knew all about Rafe Cameron’s ways. You also knew just how deeply he fell for you. In his mind you were all his and nobody else’s. “god I could take you away and never bring you back. Make you my little kook princess,” he thought. You were all he thought about. Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Day and night.

It was the next day and Rafe had been out all night doing business. When he reaches his front door he sees a hard drive lying on the ground. “What the hell,” he thought. When he picks it up to get a good look his eyes widen at what he sees. There was a pink note taped to it. “For my obsessive stalker, enjoy!”

Rafe quickly went upstairs to his room. Locked his door and put the hard drive into his computer. He was shocked by what he saw. His cock instantly bulging in his pants.

That night you were feeling unbelievably horny and a little bit risky. The clocked ticked as you laid in bed. You tried to sleep it off but it wasn’t working. The more your pussy started to throb the more you thought about Rafe and you knew you had to do something.

You go down to the basement to find your families old cam recorder. The one that they used to film family trips and holidays on but it was no use anymore. As you tip toe back up into your room you set the camera right in front of you.

Rafe begins to take his pants off. Rubbing his hard cock. You begin to strip. First your shirt, that showed the outline of your perfect tits. Then you laid back on the bed spreading your legs revealing the wet spot on your painties. “Do you see what you do to me Rafey? You make me so incredibly horny.” You slowly start to take them off and your folds are just glistening. “Such a perfect little pussy,” he said to himself. You began to slowly rub your clit. Biting your lip to keep quiet. Your back arched as you rubbed your nipples with your other free hand. Letting out some of the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard. You spread your pussy open letting him examine it with his eyes. “Can’t wait for you to stretch me out Rafe. I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me.” You say in that sweet voice that makes his cock throb. The way your pussy pulsates makes him so weak in the head. He couldn’t lie. This was better than any porn he’s ever watched. This felt better than any girl he’s ever fucked. He was completely pussy whipped. You began to slowly fuck yourself. Then speeding up. “I wish this was your cock Rafe. I need you so so so bad. I don’t want anyone else,” you say in between breathy moans as your pussy makes wet squeaky sounds. He chuckled to himself when he heard you say that. “I know princess. I-I want to stretch you out so bad. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.” He watched as your chest started rising and falling fast. As your voice became more high pitched. As cum started leaking out of your pussy. It was enough to send him beyond over the edge. He started bucking his hips. Fucking his hand. His eyes closed shut and his mouth open letting out whimpers and moans. His eyes open when he hears your sheets rustling and you giggling on the other side of the screen. “That was fun! I’ll see you soon. Bye Rafey!” You blow a kiss to the screen and then it turns off. “Soon. What does she mean by soon,” he thought.

[marvelfilth]

Her idiot

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: your night out with Thor and Valkyrie leaves Natasha worried unimpressed.

Masterlist

“Nat-”

“No.”

“But-”

“But no.”

“Just let me-”

“Shut up.”

Your mouth promptly snaps shut, the sound of teeth clattering echoing through the empty Compound.

You're being dragged to Natasha’s room, or you hope you are - you wouldn't put it past Natasha to lock you in one of the holding cells in the basement. You kinda deserve it. You can admit that even in your current inebriated state.

She drags you upstairs once you reach the end of the hallway, your shoes squeaking on the concrete, making you grimace with each step you make.

You're also starting to get cold.

You're not stupid enough to tell her that.

Wanda's head pokes out of her room, her eyes bleary with sleep and her expression pure confusion. Her eyes grow twice their size once she sees the state you're in. And then she laughs, shaking her head.

“You're so dead,” she whispers when you pass by and ducks back into her room lest Natasha unleashes her wrath on her.

You gulp.

Yeah.

You probably are.

Natasha halts her stride, opens the door to her room, and pushes you inside.

“You better not get any of that on my carpet,” she growls, tugging off your drenched shirt.

You're thankful you've had enough of a mind to leave your heavy winter coat by the lake before you decide to-

“Off.” Natasha gestures at your feet, putting a stop to your musings. You shrug off your dirty boots, carefully leaving them by the door. As carefully as you can, that is. The room is spinning a bit, and Natasha's face is a little blurry around the edges.

Then, she tugs down your jeans, making you wince as the harsh wet fabric slides down your legs. She looks at you, unimpressed.

“Sorry,” you whisper, hugging yourself.

You're starting to shake, a little bit. And your teeth won't stay put. Or is it your jaw?

Natasha sighs and leads you to the bathroom. It's already full of steam and the bath is full of bubbles, and you sag in relief, almost tearing off your underwear in haste to jump in.

You moan the second you sink into the warmth.

“You do know how stupid that was, right?”

You nod, wishing you could hide from her gaze.

“Then why?”

Your cheeks redden, not from the warmth, but from the sheer embarrassment. Now that you've sobered a little, none of the fun and entertaining ideas Thor and Valkyrie proposed sound fun and entertaining.

She sighs again, and starts gently threading her fingers through your hair, untangling the knots she finds there.

“You're not drinking with them ever again.”

“Okay.”

“And you're not going anywhere near that damned lake anytime soon.”

You wince at the memory of falling through the thin layer of ice after successfully making it halfway across the lake - just like Thor dared you to - and then swimming under said thin layer of ice the remaining half of the way and emerging on the other side, right in front or very angry and very concerned Natasha.

You're probably gonna-

“And you're sleeping on the couch.”

-sleep on the couch. Yep.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“You're an idiot.”

“I am.”

She snorts. “It's very hard to stay mad when you're being so pliant.”

You bite on your lower lip, keeping a bashful grin from emerging. You decide to test your luck when the fond glint in your girlfriend's eyes intensifies.

“So no couch for me, then?”

Her eyes narrow, lips pursing. “You can sleep on the floor if you'd like.”

No luck. Ugh.

“Okay. Couch it is.”

She hums, leaving your side to retrieve a warm fluffy tower. You get up, almost falling into Natasha's arms when you slip. She wraps the towel around your shoulders, holding you against her chest.

“I love you,” you mumble into the crook of her neck, your body buzzing with love, warmth and remnants of alcohol. “So much.”

“And I love you. Even when you're being an idiot, which is-”

“Always?” You interrupt with a grin, pulling away just a tad to see the expression on her face.

Her eyes sparkle in the low light, the lines of her face all soft. “Yes. Always.”

[vincentspissfleshlight]

Boyfriend to death(1&2)/ The Price Of Flesh/ Till Death Do Us Part (exxxtra characters)

small headcannon!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Hello my lovelies! Today I’ve made a short yet bitter sweet little headcannon for all of you thirsty animals..

TW: blood, abuse, NSFW, near death, sexual assault, manipulation, brainwashing, rape, Stockholm syndrome, sexual tension, death, forced pregnancy.

Today’s pick! (Drumroll everybody!)

How you escaped! and will they get you back?

Strade

Somewhat panicked, first his little fox pet ran off now you? Scheiße.. don’t worry he’ll sort it out, he will find you, it may not be now.. but he will find you.

He’d have to lay low for a while until the cops find something else to focus on, then, he’d stalk you and then sexually torture you, make you scream those sweet cries of yours and turn up the volume on your electric collar and leave you alone in his basement tied up and helpless and always in such a near constant state of pain.

“Ah, ich habe dich gefunden, Liebling, es hat nicht lange gedauert, bis du von mir verschwunden bist. Du wirst mir nie wieder entkommen.”

Sano Kojima:

Did akira let you go? Or did you find a way out without getting caught by the two? Shit. Oh well, he’d have to get his brother to do all the dirty work for him, sit back and watch you get caught and brought back to him. He’s not angry, but just disappointed in you that you slipped away from his tight restraints that he had you in.

Maybe he’d have to strap you tighter, give you more stronger drugs to keep you paralysed and still forever, or, he could just make you his pretty little doll.. no, not yet. Now it’s not the time, you’re not perfect yet just yet.

“あなたは二度と私から逃げることはありません、私の美しい人形.”

Akira Kojima

Fuck fuck fuck, no need to panic Akira!! Akiraaaaaaa you let them slip!!, I’m sure you’ve just wandered off a little too far.. fucking damn it.

Akira would track you down so easily, so fucking easier than Sano would, especially on his speedy motorcycle, he’d slither his way through the cracks of the town to find you. But unfortunately he’d bring you back to sanos lab beat and cut you up more than he did before.. (to think he’d let you go? No no) oh and he’d carve his name into your chest.. and ask his brother to make you into a doll so you could never disappear like that again.

“逃げないでって言ったのに、今は自分で物事を難しくしているだけです。”

Rire Lucien:

What do you mean you managed to escape him? The demon king? Are you a fool, little human? There’s no escaping me, you’re trapped here. Forever. Playing my game of cat and mouse.

At the end of the day, there’s no escape route for you with Rire. He will make you think you can escape, rape you with his black onyx tentacles more and more.. slowly draining your sanity away from you until you can’t even stand to be alive anymore. And that’s what he loves. His type of alcohol. Soon, you’ll offer your soul to him, oh he can taste it on his tongue, it’s sweet, delightful and sinful.

“Such a stubborn, silly little mortal, did you really think I’d grant your wishes for escaping my grasp? Tsk tsk tsk, go on, start hiding.”

Vincent Metzger:

The fucker would track you down, hunt you and drag you back to his bunker and beat the living shit out of you and I mean REALLY beat you, torture and rape you from the inside and out, TURN you inside and out! you until you’re nothing but his mindless bitch that only slobbers on his cock. Making you have Stockholm syndrome, making you regret leaving his side ever. There you sit beside his knee, like a good little pup, collar with a leash and all. Just for him.

You LIVE in that bunker now, food and water are a privilege that’s so rare to have and he will only let you have it if you either let him use you or let him throat fuck the shit out of you, only until he trusts you enough, then you can be with him. But for now. You’re alone in that bunker.

“You fuckin’ little SHIT, I told you that I’d find ya! I’ll always fuckin’ find ya. Now you ain’t leavin’ me. Ever”

Lawrence Oleander:

Poor Law would be on the brink of a panic attack or straight up angry at you, but you didn’t even strand off far for long. He found you down the street, you were so weak, so fragile like a trees root trying to find the sunlight. Like a shriveled up dried flower begging to be watered. Oh hell rip off your dead leaves and plant you into new soil, make you grow into something.. beautiful.

It was no use, he found you and knocked you out, dragged you back to his apartment late at night and duct tapped you back onto the chair. He wanted to show you the river, he tried to.. and now. You’re going to be still, silent and beautiful just like his plants.

“You.. you tried to escape me, why? And yet I brought you back here, with me. And now, now I’ll make sure you’ll never leave me.”

Ren Hana:

Ren would panic too, I mean, I would panic as well if my pet decided to run out of the house and into the street, luckily he caught you. Apologised to the locals and the neighbours about how insane and mentally exhausted you were from the medication.

He lied to the police, and made sure that you were with him. Sneaky. You’ll never escape him, your his and he’s yours, forever. He’d manipulate you, hurt you yet care for you, cook and clean for you, love you and make you develop Stockholm syndrome

“Nice little run away you did there! Good thing I know how to lie so perfectly! Haha! My little pet will never get away from me now! I swear of it! We need each other. I need you.. and you? You need me the most. Only me.”

Cain Zeitgeist:

Of course this wasn’t the first time you ran off. You decided to run along with his spoiled little mommy’s boy Damien. He couldn’t even save you, and this time? Cain wasn’t so nice about it. He found you and brought you back, so easily and now. Now you’ll never see the sun shine again, you’ll never ever have any human interaction with someone else that’s not him. ever again.

He’d keep you there, torture you until you’re nothing but an obedient sex slave for beg and call, then turn you into his worthless succubus/incubus for him to play around with.

“You worthless little human, you really thought it was smart to escape me again? Again? Really? I admire your dedication and enthusiasm but next time, there will be no escape. Nobody will save you.”

Derek Goffard:

Derek would scream and have a tantrum, of course he’s daddies spoiled little brat. But after that he’d just stalk you down, find you and put a gun to your head while he fucked your throat until you’re begging him to stop.

He’d blame you of course, it was your fault that you tried to escape him, (but really it was his fault, he didn’t even chain you tighter to the wall..) he’d make you his slave and servant, making you do household deeds like; scrub his boots with you tongue of course.. clean his clothes and make him dinner, fuck that up and he’d break your fingers.

“God- fucking DAMN IT! I should have known you just slithered your way out! You fucking bitch! I’m going to make your life a living hell, haha gonna make you miserable while I’m enjoying every second of it!!.”

Celia Lede:

She knows you escaped, and she planned it. Just like she planned this whole shit show, killing her husband and framing you for it? Maybe she did, she wants you to suffer. With or without her, because she knows. You’ll come crawling back to her.

Oh? What’s this? You found Celia? And your.. begging for her to help you run away from the cops? How unfair! Now you’re in her hands, just like putty. Of course she chain you to her bed on the floor, keep you there, only feed you those drug-induced donuts (ugh they looked delicious!) and drag you down to her basement and shove you into a cage where you permanently live now. Celia lets you out for a walk, just like a pet needs.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just slit your throat right here and right now. You’re stuck here, even if you cry out for help. You’ll be only walking on all fours and begging for attention. Just how I like it.”

Mason Herial:

You ran, and ran, not until you ran into the hunters ground (Masons favourite spot), Mason already found you. You didn’t escape you just fell head first into the bears den without notice, you were so blinded by the cold and how much you desperately needed to escape from his grasp. Fuck, he found you. And now you’re hanging upside down by a trap, of course it’s not going to end very well.. but he’s just silent.. standing there, staring at your upside down body, was he thinking or?

— you fell head first into a bunch of leaves, turns out he cut the trap and you fell, luckily your head was fine but your heart wasn’t, you were panicking like hell. Mason was dragging you by the line that’s still wrapped around you ankle, back to his cabin that was strangely nearby. The hunting had just begun. There he just kept you to fuck, fill and stuff, planting his seed deep inside of you whether you like it or not, he wanted you to be his domesticated pray.

“You’re not even worth the hunt, but I do know what that womb of yours is really worth.”

Fox (Ren Hana):

He already brought you back, by his loyal body guards; Kangaroo & Rhino. Well, maybe Fox could do the torturing again, violate your holes with his tentacle dildo, or carve more things into your back, but he wanted to make it… nice and personal. Just for him~

You’re on his streams now, twenty. four. fucking seven. Doing whatever he wanted you to do, that was your punishment, and yet you got the utter most perfect care from some doctors he had hired. So you’re just a walking drugged up canvas with scars, bite marks, burn makers.. etc.. and just like he was when he was with strade.

“Oh, how delightful my little play thing! You really thought you could escape me, HAH! Oh darling the show has just begun! And you’re our favourite star! They LOVE you, and I need you.”

BONUS CHARACTERS!

Jack (“Dean”)

He couldn’t let you escape his grasp, but unfortunately he found you, maybe? Maybe. He’d like you to think you had freedom until he pounced on you. He was a ex police officer? How could you think you could escape him? Jack made sure he avoided every cop in the city, he knew what he was doing.

He raped, tortured you and then and killed every survivor in front of you. The friends you made along the way, the freedom you so desperately had in your fingertips. Washed away, scrapped and gone, just like your hope. BROKEN. He wore that stupid jackal mask every time he’d do those horrible things to you. So you could never fucking forget.

“You’re a pretty tough cookie, I’ll admit that you almost definitely escaped. But I’ll make sure you don’t step foot out of my sight.”

Kangaroo:

He thought he could trust you, letting your restrains loose so you could sleep easily last night, luckily Rhino covered for him and told his boss a lie before he could find out that you’ve been missing for a few hours.

And there he found you, cornered up near the auction hallway hidden away from the world, scared and hurt. Was it guilt that he felt? Or guilt that if he didn’t find you, bring you back to Fox that he’d get into trouble by his boss? More like.. should you trust him?

“There ya are whatta doing down there mate?, cmon. Get your ass up, I know a way outta here. Can you trust me?”

Christopher (Chris) King:

He was so worried about you, angry at himself that he couldn’t even keep you stuck here. He tried to ask Aria but she said she had no clue where you’d be

Should he call the police? But he’d have to tell them he’d been abusing you, I mean.. he’d be finally away from you but you changed over those few days.. he could tell you wanted to be better for him, a better wife, a better person. And that’s when you walked back into the house, running into his arms and telling him that you were sorry, sorry for all those years of hurt, abuse and suffering you gave him.

“You’re.. back? Why the hell did you come home?? You’d be better off without me—it wouldn’t hurt to try again, you want to.. try again? I wont accept your apologies but we can work it out together.”

Matthew (Matt) Wolfblood (My Oc):

Matt couldn’t forget the day when you escaped, he sped through every single road in the city breaking the speeding law— he didn’t give a fuck, his MC men searched through every single fucking bar, restaurant, cafè, even the local library to find your ass. But no, you had to be hiding at home, his boys raided that place too, tearing the inside of your house apart until he found you cowering away in your attic with a knife clutching in one hand while you dialled for the police, you know that won’t do jackshit. He knows the cops are scared of him.

Matthew spent the next day tearing you in, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. Making sure the only thing on your mind was his name, and ONLY his name. God forbid he’d have to tattoo his goddamn name on your ass as a fucking trampstamp. He kept you chained in his own apartment attic with your arms and legs tied by chains and duct tape with every single hole gagged, stuffed and used. he didn’t trust you, nor would he again.

“If I ever and I mean, EVER find thatcha ran away from me again? You better find a god and start prayin’ to ‘em or I’ll make your life a livin’ fuckin’ hell. I ain’t gonna be nice and sweet to ya honey. Keep this little escapee act up and my boys might haveta gang rape ya to teach you a goddamn lesson, got it?”

Damien Morningstar

You snuck off to go back to Cain, didn’t you? Damien isn’t particularly mad at you or angry, he’s just concerned, scared for your safety and life. After all Damien did to get you of cains grasp, risking his own life, especially A.E.Ds life too. How could you?

Luckily he found you, swept you away gently back into the church for hiding, searched for any signs of damage or hurt on your body.. Damien wouldn’t admit that he cared for you, nor would he. Maybe.

“Please, just don’t risk your life or mine just to be tricked into Cains sick and twisted games. You may not understand him like I do. I know my half brother all too well.”

Marcus De La Cruz:

You didn’t escape, not that you thought that you did. But, you didn’t, he just kept you there.. it was only just a hop skip and a jump out the door, he left the front door open for you, made you think you were safe then—BANG— he shot you down, the bullets hitting your legs as you collapsed weakly, everything was on fire, it hurts, everything hurts.

Finally he bandaged your legs up, you couldn’t even walk, but that’s what he wanted now hm? He wanted you to lean on him, be more dependent on him, make him do everything for you, only you. Not even your ex boyfriend John could do such a thing for you. He loved you.

“John would care less about you, not like I do. I love you, you’re my everything, you’re mine.”

Jack Buchanan:

You finally escaped Jacks awful interests with the dead.. especially his affair, he was out ‘visiting’ Ellen, you slipped out the basement and out through the window of your house, you scampered away through the night, your wounds aching from the fresh stitches, running into Chris on your way out. He looked at your terrified and scared for your safety but also escaping his own problems away from his abusive wife, Chris took you to the hospital.

There you two bonded after a simple chat about how both your spouses were horrible, somewhat of a similarities in your life. And there you saw him. Jack, standing down the hallway with that blank stare not until he saw you and Chris holding hands, he didn’t do anything.

“What are you doing, I thought you were at home.“

Aria King:

She was happy when you left, and so were you. You both actually had a mutual agreement that if she gave you some money and a ticket away from this town, then you’d leave Chris, divorce him and make him and yourself better people, it’s a peaceful ending now isn’t it? And you were fine with it.

You two were still in contact, friends now. Yet she doesn’t forgive you for how you treated her brother. She still hated you, and you were okay with it. Sometimes you asked how Chris was.

“I may not forgive you, but you’re still a stuckup bitch, but I guess I could get used to your usual phone calls.”

Ellen Klein:

Running through the town, half naked and covered in blood, wearing nothing but a dog collar and a few opened wounds on your body, you had finally killed Ellen, escaping from her weird fucking thing she had going on. Telling you about how you never understood your own husband, Jack, and yet you never did, even after being married to him for so long, catching him having an affair with Ellen.

Her death was fast yet in slow motion when you got yourself out of that cage, and ran out the door like Usain Bolt on drugs. Her last words was while she was bleeding out:

“You’ll never love Jack like I do.. you’ll never love him.. like.. I.. do..”

Komodo (“Micheal”) Dragon (“Jason”):

They ran around like dumb and dummer around the sand, idiots.. “where the hell are they?” Shouted Jason “I don’t fucking know! It was your turn to do watch!” Yelled Micheal. They didn’t even know you were hiding in the camp alone, all the survivors were either dead or dying.

They spotted you, you ran and ran until you tripped over a fucking snake! Oh it bit you, ohh it was poisonous, venomous, dangerous. They just laughed at you, and yet you thought you were more smarter than them! Not only were you dying from a venomous snake bite? You will also dying from dehydration, hunger and your sanity was destroyed.

“Look at them, they’re dying from a stupid little snakebite!” -Jason “I mean, it’s a pretty big snake, should we throw it at Derek?” -Micheal.

Machete (name unknown):

He just slowly followed you until he saw you limping from Derek’s brutal assault on your holes, fuck you were so tired, exhausted and now this man wearing a mask was following you! How bad could this get?! One day you were just buying a CD from a store because you were having a bad day, next you were kidnaped on your way home and sold at a human trafficking site!!.

Luckily the Machete man was kind enough to help you escape, letting you know about his backstory of how the guys took his sister in for their sick and twisted games. He told you where a quad bike was, where some supplies were and a map leading away from here.

“Good luck out there, if you see Fox. Send him my regards.”

Lich (Lawrence Oleander):

Lich just found you crawling to the edge of the lake, freezing cold as you were slowly dying. You weren’t really escaping the Lich, you were escaping from Mason, and every regret you made in your life. The Lich didn’t want you to die yet, not yet.

The Lich dragged you to safely, back to Masons cabin while Mason was sound asleep, holding a shotgun by his bed side table.

“Kill him, finish the hunt. And then after that, save yourself.”

Demon Strade:

Why would you escape him? There was nowhere to go but just.. sand.. so you decided to come back to the cave where your head throbbed and ached with pain, you vomited until you your vision blurred over the next few days.

And there you saw him.. or should I say it. Wait a minute, you remember him? Isn’t that strade? The one you met at the Braying Mule?? He’s dead? Strade or should I say Demon Strade had finally dragged your ass down with him, there you saw Rire, (whaaaaat Rire is here toooooo??) offering your escape with a price.

*imagine one of demon Strades language while he says this:* “Irgendwo erkenne ich dein hübsches kleines Gesicht.”

Samael Volkov:

After Cain abandoned you, you really thought you could out run an Archangel whos the commander of the REAPERS!

He pierced your body with his icicles, watching you bleed out, you didn’t even have enough time to beg or even ask him why Cain abandoned you.

“I don’t even have to tell you why and how Cain abandoned you, but all I can say is that he was getting bored of you.”

Ashe:

You already died, died in the hands of your lover (any character) they tried to stop the bleeding, so I guess you basically escaped them, the constant abuse, rape and torture.. so you won. You had the last laugh.

Ashe had a casual conversation with you for a few hours, going over your regrets, mistakes and failures you made in your such short lived life. You had a choice, either visit hell.. or maybe go to heaven. But you weren’t no saint, you had to kill someone to escape your torment.

“I guess people like you deserve a chance. But I’m not god.”

A.E.D:

You and A.E.D escaped Cain after Damien’s arm was sliced off and killed him right in front of you by Cain. It was honestly horrific, and brutal yet slow. A.E.D was mad at you, hurt and ashamed that him and Damien had to rescue you from Cains grasp.

He brought you back to the church without Damien, for the first time it hurt him seeing his friend that wasn’t next to him, but only you were.

“You risked Damien’s life, you betrayed him, all because you called for Cain. Why? Why did you do that!”

Jason Buchanan:

Your step son(?) Jason, who’s basically Jack Buchanans son, founded the true story about his own father being a.. you know.. it weirded him out, disgusted him despite how he wasn’t particularly keen on you since you weren’t his real mom, he didn’t care. He just wanted to bring his own sick father to shame, bring justice to the victims of his own dad.

You escaped Jack, of course Jason was told, you told him EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING you witnessed, luckily for you.. Jason wasn’t like his father.

“Fucking hell, i didn’t even realise my own father was a murderer.”

Farz Murphy (BtD2 ver):

Farz yelled out for Vincent and betrayed you, backstabbed you, you started to fight farz, kicking, screaming and then stabbing him. Vincent came running in and absolutely ruined you (not sexually) he broke your neck with one hand and he was quite impressed with his skills but beyond pissed that you killed his lover, mate and boyfriend.

Vincent had killed you, right there and then making it quick and painful.

“…..”

Uriel Metzger:

Holy shit, is that Vincent’s dad? You visited hell after you killed farz, you arrived in hell. Hell.. damn it.. fuck!

There you met Uriel, he wasn’t the particularly nice kinda guy.. no wonder why he’s in hell. Of course you asked him some questions about Vincent, especially about hell too. He answered them, hesitantly.

“You know, Vincent was supposed to be an angel, but he’s more of a beast than a saint.”

Holy fucking shit, I finished all of this! Enjoy, eat up my lovelies <3

If I missed anything please comment down below!

Headcannons coming soon;

Sano Kojima

Derek Goffard

I just realised I have some boba tea in the fridge!!

Bye y’all! <3

[taeaura]

Thomas Hewitt | Possessiveness, Desperation, and Jealousy

Yeah...Thomas has attachment issues lololol

Thomas' possessiveness is really just a progression of his desperation. For example:

Stay with me, I don't want you to leave

Mutates into

You're my possession - Of that, my love, there really is no question

Okay, yeah, I'm using lyrics to get my point across, so what?

Because of his low self-esteem, Thomas gets jealous without realizing it. He's anxious about his potential future with his S/O, with constant worries surrounding abandonment and comparison.

What if you get hurt? What if you push too far, explore too deeply and find something you hate? What if turn to hate him? He can't have that. No, no, no, no, not here; Not now.

You really are his special someone. He's in love with you, his Momma'll make sure to tell you. Thomas' favorite thing is how sweet you are with him; Buttering him up with compliments {all of which you find to be true statements, though he disagrees}, and variations of physical affection. One thing that never fails:

"You're so handsome, Tommy."

Goddd, does it make him blush. He gets all giddy and shy - a bit aroused, depending on the situation.

What if that stops? What if when he finally reveals himself, you run away? You scream and shriek in terror? Is he really that ugly?

What if I make you feel sick?

That's a question he asks himself a lot. You're all he has {outside of the family}, and he plans to keep it that way {excluding potential future children}.

I explored this a bit in a previous post:

'You can't leave. I won't leave you leave - I have nothing. I'll prove to you how good I am - How good I can be, I swear. You can live with us on this farm, just like momma always dreamed of. You're not leaving me; Not after you've met momma, not after the countless times you've saved me from callous assholes out here. No - I couldn't..' -- He had to keep you. Keep you here; In the basement; In the barn; Maybe in a spare bedroom - His bedroom. It didn't matter. You could would not leave.

_____

At the root of his issues, Thomas is a scared, concerned, insecure man who's been starved of proper connection. Healthy, reciprocated emotions that don't burn out when he does something wrong. Once he's found someone worth opening up to, he'll treasured them. After years of believing they'd never meet, here they are.

Are you an angel? Have I been rewarded?

Or has the Devil sending one of his succubi to ravish me down to the rings of Wrath and Ptolemaea?

Although Thomas' thoughts are not as religiously-driven as those above, he often treads in waters of similar questioning:

Do I deserve this? - Am I being tricked? - They'll leave eventually..

--

Overtime, his anxiety turns to desperation - And soon, that desperation turns into jealousy.

Someone could compliment you, and it'd set him off. Especially if it's a man. He's so scared you'll find someone better than him, and he's envious of how easy it is not only for you to interact with people, but how easy it is for them to interact with you. He wants to interact with you so badly! He wants to tell you how beautiful you are, how grateful he is for you {even if you two aren't in a relationship yet}. He wishes he was approachable - Not that he's comfortable with causal conversation, but he wishes it was plausible in his situation.

--

One afternoon, a {soon to be} victim complimented you; 'Called you 'attractive' in whatever fancy way they put it. You scoffed a bit, albeit amused, followed by a small 'thank you.' - Boy, Thomas couldn't've been more peeved. How dare you? After all he's done to make you comfortable? Really, this is how you repay him?

He had to take a minute to himself, realizing how irrational he sounded. How were you supposed to know the sacrifices he made? It's not like he could tell you..though he wishes he could, just so you would be proud of him.

After his anger calmed down, he was left guilty and worrisome - It wasn't anyone's fault. The stranger couldn't have known his feelings for you, and he doubted you're aware either. That being said, that 'charming' victim made a delicious dinner that night ;)

_____

Thomas thought he had his emotions under control, but he was greatly mistaken. Momma had sent you out to grab things from the {wilting} garden just a few minutes prior; You'd gained enough trust from her to be left unsupervised outside - Though, she kept tabs on you though the windows.

Thomas was just finishing up in the basement when he walked up to the main floor; Oddly enough, he was looking for you. One random evening {a day he couldn't quite remember}, he'd overheard you talking to Henrietta about a locket you had once - A dainty one that complimented your skin ethereally. One of the victims, a nice gal from out of town, had a locket similar to the one you described; And he planned on giving it to you.

As he searched around the home, he found no trace of you. His anxiety quickly picked up; What if you'd left? No, Momma wouldn't lose you that easily, you'd have to be somewhere. He made his way outside, carelessly throwing the front screen doors open, albeit a bit aggressive. After a few minutes of pacing, he finally found you in the garden - Just as you were supposed to be.

The knot in his stomach relaxed, just as his shoulders did. There you were: Safe and content. He clutched the locket within his right hand, the chain dangling from his stressed fingers.

Unbeknownst to you, Thomas stood a few feet away, just..staring. His mind raced with incoherent thoughts: Would you like the gift? What if you were confused, or even worse, disgusted? What if the locket wasn't to your liking? He was quickly pulled from his thoughts when you finally noticed him.

"Hi, Thomas." You acknowledged, he really was just some big, awkward hunk, huh? "Did you need something?"

He quickly shook his head, bringing his hand forward. He twisted his wrist so his palm could face upward, revealing the locket.

You wiped some sweat off your forehead with your dirt-covered gloves and stood up. Your knees had gotten a bit dirty, but your pants provided a solid-enough layer between skin and soil.

"Is this for me?" You naively asked. Of course it was for you, he wouldn't just hand something to you that he intended on keeping.

He nodded, slightly nudging his hand closer as if to say 'take it.' - Which you did.

"Might be a bit difficult to put on, the jump ring's a bit small."

Were you..asking him to help? Was that it? He wasn't too sure, but he took the chance anyway. He gently grasped the split chain, folding it cautiously around your neck. He fumbled a lot with the chains..he didn't know how to handle such a small mechanism despite his sewing hobby; But eventually, he connected the jump rings.

You adjusted the locket to your liking, turning to face him with a thankful smile painted amongst your face.

"Thank you, Tommy."

Oh god..there it was. You knew he liked being called 'Tommy', you must've. He felt teased, just a bit. Mostly shy, though. He swallowed and gave a small nod.

Gosh, you were gorgeous, at least he thought so. He wanted so badly to tell you - Just like that piece of shit victim previously had. Okay..they weren't that bad, but he didn't want to acknowledge that. His jealously started to fester again, soon overriding his yearning.

God fucking damnit, why do I have to be so restricted? He thought to himself, an anger bubbling beneath him.

"Are you alright?" You hesitantly asked, tilting your head just a bit.

Was he alright? No, he was not 'alright.' He felt silenced. Restricted in his own body. How hard could it be to tell you how much he liked that locket on you?

His throat strained, trying to make any sensible noise - Yet all that came out were gurgles and incoherent mumbles. He shook his head, obviously overwhelmed and fed up. Instead of straining too hard, he pointed at the necklace and nodded - He really did think you were the most beautiful creature in the word, the locket only amplified that.

"You like it?"

He nodded once more.

"Aw; Well, thank you, Tommy. That's very kind of you."

He nodded a final time, making a mental decision: You were never going to leave him. He'd do anything and everything to make you happy, including small things like this.

That piece of shit nobody couldn't treat you like I could; They'd only make you happy chopped up, seared, and served right at the dinner table.

He'd make sure that would never happen to you. That no one besides him or the family would make you laugh, cry, smile; Not like he could. You two would be one, one way or another - Even in death. He'd make sure of that.

_____

Boo lame boo 🍅🍅🍅

I'm not too proud of the one-shot but my brain isn't giving me anything different.

We will, however, get more possessive Tommy as I finished up pt. 2 of Proprietorial 😈

[kirbmey]

psycho killer zayne !

💌: this won’t suit everyone, veeeery graphic descriptions of torture, gore, etc. it was inspired by american psycho, so you get an idea. don’t like it? leave, block me, whatever.

the relationship you had with zayne was soft, quiet and intimate. he was such a sweetheart to you, truly.

for example, calling you when he had a break between surgery and surgery, checking on you and asking you the most caring questions with a lovely tender voice.

“honey, how are you? I just got out of the operating room. couldn’t stop thinking about you since I left this morning.” he confessed in a tender manner, holding the phone between his head and shoulder while he took off his surgical gloves, sitting on a random chair in an empty hallway.

you expected his calls, always. pacing around his house impatiently, dressed in his big shirts as you sat by the window, looking at the city lights from above as you two held the conversation in almost whispers.

“you shouldn’t think of me when someone’s life is at risk, silly.” you giggled softly, placing your head in the hand you rested on the windowsill, viewing the streets you always walked next to your lover while holding hands. “I miss you, want you here with me.” you added with a pout taken over your lips.

the line went silent for a second as zayne started to come up with ways to excuse the reason why he wouldn’t make it home for tonight. “my dear, I miss you too, more than you can imagine. but I have to cover my colleague for the night, I won’t make it home today.” you were the silent one now, feeling the sadness you were too familiar with creep to your heart.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’ll make it up to you.” he stated after waiting for a response that never came, fidgeting with the discarded glove as he expected your sweet voice to reassure him from the other side of the line.

you shut your eyes in an attempt to make the tears roaming around your eyes disappear. “it’s fine, don’t worry. don’t forget to rest a bit and eat, please?” he hummed as a response to your request, keeping up the conversation until he has to leave, saying goodbye with a warm ‘I love you’ to which you replied the classic ‘I love you too’.

you would never know, but he was doing this for you, to protect you.

protect you from the zayne you had no relationship with at all, the one you never met. and will never meet.

you see, zayne’s always been a calm guy, so put together and collected. he always knew how to handle any complex situation, any angry patient, any of your tantrums complaining about not spending enough time together.

you thought you’ve already met the unleashed zayne when he fucked you for the first time, distancing from the caring one you loved. how he pounded into your cervix so fast, how he slapped across your face after spitting on your mouth, how he spoke those mean words in such a condescending manner, as if he was making you a favor. you loved this zayne as well.

that was all the mean he could get to you, when he felt like fucking you instead of making love to you. and you never worried too much about it either, he didn’t mean those words, he wasn’t like that.

your zayne wasn’t like that.

the zayne stalking behind a woman your exact age to push a cloth over her mouth and put her to sleep so he could lock her in a filthy basement was like that.

he doesn’t know why or when those thoughts started to mess up with his mind, but he got off to them. the image of women crying in fear, begging for their lives as blood covered their oh so beautiful breasts was better than any porn video online.

and hey, he’s been doing this for a while now, even before you two met. but his little sweet angel only made it worse, because now you were the one he imagined crying and begging, covered in blood. and he was scared as he didn’t want to hurt you like that, in a permanent way. not in a kinky way, in a deathly way.

he wished he could kill you again, again and again, and then make you come back to life to kill you once more. he wanted to take care of you in the tenderest way possible and wanted to kill you in the filthiest way possible too.

so he started to murder more often, and he got crueler each time. the latest victim in front of him, oh poor soul, was going to be a witness to the zayne you’ll never know.

the girl in front of his broad figure stood naked with both her wrists tied to the ceiling with the roughest rope ever made, making the soft skin brake into small droplets of blood.

zayne fucking loved blood.

she stir awake, her eyes adjusting to the white light as her heartbeat raced faster each passing second, screaming for help and squirming around to try and break free form the restraints.

“my fucking god, why you whores always react the same way?” he spoke calmly as he approached her shaky form, grabbing a fistful of her hair to then slap her, not even close as the kind of slaps he gave you, making the girl shut up instantly as she started crying and apologizing.

zayne couldn’t care less about what she had to say, towering over her and fixated on the red liquid decorating her soft skin.

he had to touch it. smell it. taste it.

so he did, he leaned into her smaller frame, making her take a few steps back as he grabbed her arm to lick down on it, grunting when the metallic flavor covered his tongue. he got hard immediately.

he tasted it. now he needed to fuck into it.

“see? you can be silent for a while.” he chuckled lowly as he wiped the remains from his lips, turning around to grab a small cart hiding in the shadows and pull it in front of her, standing behind it. “but I’m afraid it won’t last—”

when she saw the contents of the silver platter on top of it she started crying and screaming once more. come on, it wasn’t so bad, was it?

his favorite scalpel with his name craved into the side, a sharp knife, a few nails next to a rusty hammer, a gun (boring) and a wrench.

lord, she didn’t even see the bat and machete in the lower shelf of the cart. how unconsiderate.

“I always let everyone choose, is the least I can do.” he clarified as he cleaned each of the tools before him with a cloth, pink with flowers. a gift you gave him; he carried a piece of you everywhere. “but don’t worry, dead or alive, you’ll test them all.”

after a little bit of pushing, yelling and cursing she chose the gun (he had to get rid of it, everyone chose the goddamn gun). he laughed wholeheartedly at her choice as he grabbed it and loaded it with a singular bullet.

he pushed the cart away to stand closer to her, filling her mouth with said cloth when her yelling got to his nerves. he always washed it after each job as he did with all of his tools, don’t worry. through and through a real and hygienic professional.

zayne traces the curve of her body with the head of the gun, palming himself through his briefs as he leaned down to whisper to her ear. “you think I’m gonna shoot you in the head and call it a day? after all the effort it took me to bring you here? no, no.” the gun stoped its travel, pointing at her tummy, caressing her bellybutton with it as he rubbed himself against his palm.

he held her head down to make her watch how he pressed the trigger, the bullet going trough her stomach. blood everywhere. now the fun part.

his white shirt was splashed with it, as his face, his hands, don’t even bother to think of how the wall behind her looked. everywhere he looked at, there was blood, red, warm blood.

zayne dropped the gun to the floor, grabbing her hips to bring her decaying body closer to him. he pulled the now bloody cloth out of her mouth before dropping it to the puddle next to the weapon, licking and kissing her crimson lips like a starving dog.

grunts and moans filled the four concrete walls as he rubbed his leaking tip against the hole in her tummy, tugging at the base as the foreskin feared to push a bit too much inside of said hole.

he didn’t even care about the now dead body in front of him, too busy breeding the wound after mere seconds. it was always like that, hard to get and fast to finish.

the other tools were used too, don’t worry. he had the time of his life that night.

and when he came back home to you, late at night when you were already fast asleep, after he burnt her and all of the possible evidence as he always did, he took a steamy shower, whistling full of joy, smiling at the dry blood converting the transparent water into that shade of pink you loved to then disappear down the drain.

you’d wake up shortly after with his dark and soft locks tickling your naked thighs as he nibbled at your clit and humped the mattress, offering you the best head he’d ever given to you. ever.

squirt all over his expensive sheets, over and over. so fucking wet, squelchy. warm, he needed more.

the sunlight met your lord knows what number orgasm, his jaw numb from all the effort and his mind cloudy because of the lack of sleep. “I love you, I love you.” he mumbled as he traced kisses from your thighs to your mouth, letting you taste the sweet nectar he got from you.

you’d ask him what’s gotten into him, he’d tell you he loves you once again.

your soft, quiet and intimate zayne loved you and wanted to take care of you.

the other zayne wanted to fucking kill you, stab you and beat you to death <3

let’s hope you never never ever meet him !

💌: yes i love patrick bateman and gore, I’m just a girl >_<

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 3]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

Hongjoong, along with some other Ateez members, stood with him in the now quiet area of the abandoned building. He stepped to the side, clicking his tongue when he saw the blood splatter had gotten onto his new Oxford loafers.

"We're taking this guy with us, right?" San held up the leader, who was on the brink of death but still alive compared to his fellow gang members that have fallen.

"Yeah, keep him in the dungeon. We need him alive for interrogation." Seonghwa said, his hands going into the pockets of his coat.

"Should I get a clean up crew?" Jongho asked, his foot kicking one of the dead man's leg away so he could walk.

"Don't bother. Just torch the place." Hongjoong said, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Mingi raised his eyebrows, looking at Seonghwa, who sighed and nodded his head.

"Alright. Let's torch it." Mingi rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Let's go then." The rest walked out. San dragged the man's body with him, throwing him into the trunk of their car.

"Please..." The male coughed blood.

"We're not letting you go that easy, you're going to wish death came faster. Better rest up, you have a lot to do." San smiled and patted the man's cheek before shutting the trunk. He climbed into the car that already had Hongjoong in the passenger seat. Seonghwa rode along in Jongho's car.

BOOM!

Looking out the window, the 4 watched as the 2-storey building became engulfed in flames. Mingi emerged with a satisfied smile, climbing onto his bike.

"He always get weirdly excited about blowing things up." Hongjoong shook his head with a chuckle.

"That's Mingi for you." San laughed, beginning to drive away from the scene. Mingi sped past them on his bike, flipping them off.

"If it's a race he wants, it's a race he gets." San growled and began to speed. Jongho seemed to get the memo too because he was revving to catch up and overtake them.

"Ah, you guys are crazy. Seonghwa's gonna get motion sick." Hongjoong said, knowing his best friend well.

"Well, if he pukes, at least it's not my car." San shrugged.

"You guys already race on a regular basis. Do you really have to race right now?" Hongjoong asked. Of course he was joking, he didn't care that the boys wanted to race now. Everyone in Ateez was very competitive, no matter what the subject was.

"Nice!" Hongjoong hi fived San when he pulled up a split second before Jongho. Mingi had already reached way before them, there was no beating him on a motorbike.

"I hate you all!" Seonghwa yelled as he fell out of the passenger seat. Hongjoong laughed and took a video of him on the ground.

"San, unload the cargo." Hongjoong instructed, referring to the guy in the trunk.

"Yes, hyung." San drove the car down to the basement while Hongjoong went to help Seonghwa up and they walked in through the front door.

"Hyung, you're back! I need help." Wooyoung ran over excitedly.

"What is it?" Hongjoong looked at him quizically, sitting down on the couch and Wooyoung took the adjacent armchair.

"Paint swatches for the new casino. I need your artistic eye." Wooyoung poured out all the paint swatches. In the middle, he placed the colour scheme of the intended decor and vibes. Wooyoung and San were the ones that managed the casino businesses that belonged to Ateez.

"It's hard to tell from just the pictures, can we not do this on site? I have time until my next meeting, we can go now." Hongjoong asked the younger.

"O-Oh! Okay, sure. Let me change and I'll meet you in the basement." Wooyoung ran upstairs.

"Get me a coffee in a mug." Hongjoong said to one of the maids.

"Yes, sir." She bowed and ran to the kitchen. Hongjoong slumped back into the couch. He looked at his hand, he could remove the bandages today. Maybe he'll do it when he gets home.

"Sir." A butler handed Hongjoong a to-go mug of coffee. Hongjoong took it and headed down to the basement.

"I'm here, hyung." Wooyoung jogged over, dressed in a black shirt with the first two buttons open and the sleeves rolled up, and dress pants.

One thing Hongjoong appreciated, as someone who values fashion, is that all the Ateez members dressed up well too. They also liked to dress up and look good, no matter where they were going. Yes, they mainly wore suits but they were all different.

"How's the hand?" Wooyoung asked as he drove.

"It's fine, I'll remove the bandages when I come back. We've all been injured before, this is minor considered to the gunshots that we've dealt with." Hongjoong said.

"I know... But you know this is under different circumstances, hyung." Wooyoung said boldly.

"Just because my mother died, it doesn't mean I'm fragile now. I'm not as torn up about it as you all think." He replied.

"Did you tell your construction crew that we are dropping by? There's no point going in if they are going to board up the place." Hongjoong changed the subject.

"Yeah, I sent the contractors a message that we'll be stopping by." Wooyoung hummed.

When Wooyoung pulled up, they saw the contractors there, already waiting for him and Hongjoong. The smell of the construction site irked Hongjoong slightly but he didn't express it, merely taking a sip of his coffee. There were some words exchanged between the contractors and Wooyoung.

"Hyung, this way." Wooyoung nodded towards the entrance of the building. Hongjoong looked around the place as they walked in, the place was coming together nicely.

"Get me one of the arm chairs." Wooyoung ordered.

"Yes, boss." The men went away.

"The furniture arrived earlier than expected so they've just been put aside until the finishing touches are done and the place is painted." Wooyoung informed.

"It's looking nice, Wooyoung. Once the paint is up, it'll come together very well." Hongjoong said in approval.

Even if the members updated each other on their projects, Hongjoong respected them and never interjected unless asked.

"Boss." The contractors placed one of the armchairs that will be used by the big wall. Another one of the workers brought in a standing light since the light fixtures were not working yet.

"Leave us." Wooyoung waved them off. They bowed and walked away. With some painter's tape, Wooyoung taped the paint swatches to the wall above the armchair so he and Hongjoong could look at it properly and visualise it.

"I do like the classic burgundy but painting the walls that shade might seem too tacky or old fashioned." Hongjoong said.

"San and I agree. That's why we're exploring dark shades of blue. It wouldn't feel too stuffy like if we were to go with a red shade. It'll make it feel cooler." Wooyoung nodded.

"Hmm... I like Prussian blue but it is too dark. What if we go lighter?" Hongjoong advised.

"What about this?" Wooyoung held up the book to the wall since he didn't take that many swatches.

"Nice. Come see." Hongjoong swapped placed with Wooyoung, holding up the book for him to step back and see. Wooyoung nodded in approval and took a picture.

"I'll show it to Sannie then we'll get to painting." Wooyoung said.

"Good, I can't wait to see it come together." Hongjoong smiled, patting Wooyoung's shoulder. After they were done, and Wooyoung was able to give some instructions to the contractors, the two of them headed back home. Hongjoong still had work to do and paperwork to go over.

Besides the underground businesses, there were legitimate businesses that Ateez ran as well. That's how they were able to build their reputation in the business world.

"I put the newest contracts on your desk, hyung." Yunho said as he jogged past Hongjoong.

"Thanks, Yunho." Hongjoong nodded and headed to his office.

"Ah, finally." He sunked into his plush chair. Sitting up, Hongjoong began to unwrap the bandage that you had put around his injured hand. Honestly, it was looking a lot better than before.

"Where is..." Looking around the place, he tried to find the tub of salve that you gave him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Come in." Hongjoong threw the small tub into his drawer. The butler entered Hongjoong's office with a bow, informing him that he had some visitors come.

"What visitor?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow with suspicion and caution. He stood up, grabbing his blazer on the way out the door. He wore it and buttoned it as he approached the staircase and went downstairs to the living room area.

"What's going on here?" He asked when he saw Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho, guns drawn to the three men that stood there.

"Hongjoong sshi. Could you tell your men to keep their weapons?" The man smiled eerily.

"They can do as they like. What's your purpose here? We gave you mercy by letting you go despite having stolen from us. Did you not appreciate that?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow.

"O-Of course we do. We're merely here to offer our condolences. We heard what happened to your mother." The man stuttered slightly.

"Just let me shut him up permenantly, hyung." Jongho growled. Hongjoong held a hand up.

Hongjoong remembers that day well, they left most of this clan's men dead, only a handful that were barely hanging by a thread. Death was always an easy way out.

"We all know you're not here to offer condolences. Cut to that chase, what do you want?" Hongjoong smirked, crossing his arms.

"I'm here to make amends to Ateez. There's a rumour that the smaller gangs are forming together to take over your territories. They think you're going to be down with your mother's death so they're aiming to strike your territory first." The leader said, his face changing to one of confidence and pride.

"That's all? Do you really not think that we face threats to our territory everyday?" Hongjoong scoffed and the other Ateez members present laughed too.

"For wasting our time, I suggest we take compensation." Seonghwa tilted his head. The 3 men took a step back.

"Good idea, hyung." Yeosang smiled.

"That's true. I don't like people wasting my time AND I don't like people showing up unannounced, especially here." Hongjoong nodded in agreement.

"So that should be two compensations but maybe we only take one? Are we feeling nice today?" Jongho turned to the others.

"Hmm, whatever you guys want." Hongjoong shrugged, turning away to head back up the stairs.

"You'll regret this, Kim Hongjoong!" He heard the leader yell as he ran away with one of his men, leaving the other to be taken by the 3 Ateez members.

Everyone called Ateez the devils, with Hongjoong being the worst amongst all of them. But that's the only way to wield power, to strike fear in people. Everything they do serves as a lesson to others. In the underground world, it's kill or be killed.

"Aww, I missed out on the fun." Mingi said, looking over everything from the second floor banister.

"Don't worry, I have a feeling there will be more where that came from." Hongjoong chuckled and Mingi smirked at that.

"I need a coffee." He went back to his office, going to the coffee maker to make a triple shot espresso. Hongjoong could already feel a major migraine coming on.

Sitting back down, he retrieved the salve you made and haphazardly put them over his healing cuts.

"Hmm..." There was a slight cooling feeling but nothing else.

"Hyung? I'm ba- What's that smell?" Yunho sniffed the slightly herbal smell in the air. Hongjoong cleared his throat and sat up, putting the salve jar away.

"Just something to help with my injury." Hongjoong said awkwardly. Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"You went to see that girl... didn't you? The one that went to your mother's funeral. I know that she's a florist but she knows botany as well. That's the only place you would get herbal medicine." Yunho teased Hongjoong with a knowing smile. Hongjoong glared at the taller male.

"She's a business owner in my territory. Of course I would go visit her, I always visit the businesses from time to time." Hongjoong said through gritted teeth.

"Sure~" Yunho sang. He reached over to pick up the jar that Hongjoong failed to hide under his papers.

"Is this good? Can I try?" He asked.

"Give me that! No, you can't try it." Hongjoong snatched the jar back with a hiss, throwing it back into his drawer. Yunho snickered at the captain's almost flustered behaviour.

"Yunho, I'm busy. What is it you came here for?" Hongjoong sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I'll let you change the subject for now. But yes, I went to discuss the logistics for our upcoming gala." Yunho said.

"Okay. Show me." Hongjoong leaned forward as Yunho placed his laptop on the desk. He pulled up some documents showing Hongjoong his notes, the bill, pictures, everything related to the upcoming gala that they're hosting.

"This is good. Present all this to the rest at our next group meeting, I want them to weigh in on it and see what they think before you go forward with the plans." Hongjoong said.

"Okay. I'll chase the other suppliers for more accurate quotations." Yunho nodded, closing the laptop.

"So, hyung. About the girl..." Yunho raised his eyebrows.

"What? There's nothing about her." Hongjoong replied a little too quickly with a small frown, showing his discomfort about this subject. Yunho bit back his snicker.

"She really knew your mom?" Yunho asked. Hongjoong stiffened at the mention of his mother.

"Yes, no... Well, I don't know." Hongjoong sighed.

"She says she knows my mother but when she speaks about her, it is like we're talking about entirely different people. The person she knew wasn't the mother I knew." He explained.

"That's confusing... And frustrating." Yunho hummed with a nod of his head. Hongjoong let out a grunt of agreement. Yes, his mother was dead but why was he so bothered by this random girl that knew his mother too? Deep down, he knew that she can't change his perception of his mother but it intrigued him.

"Don't think too much about it. The others don't need to know about any of this." Hongjoong shot Yunho a look.

"My lips are sealed." Yunho did the action of zipping his lips.

"If that's all, I need to go for my tailor appointment." Hongjoong checked the time and stood up, turning his computer off. Yunho nodded and walked out with him.

"Don't you usually get our tailor to come to the house to do everything?" Yunho asked.

"Yes but I have a meeting nearby and I wanted to try doing it in the shop this time. Go out for some fresh air too." Hongjoong shrugged.

"Have fun, hyung. Good luck." Yunho wished. Hongjoong waved and headed downstairs to his car. It felt good to drive his own car again, even if it had only been a few days.

"Hey, Seonghwa. I'm going to meet with the new weapons dealer right now to see what he's all about then stop by the tailor for get a new suit done for the gala. Can you take care of the interrogation for me? You can take one of the boys with you." Hongjoong requested.

"You're going to meet a stranger that we've never met before and you didn't take back up?"

"It's fine. I can manage it. Plus, we're meeting in a public place. I highly doubt he'll try anything. But is that a yes on the interrogation?" Hongjoong asked.

"Can I ask Jongho to do it? I have a race tonight, it's a big one."

"Sure, please make sure that he knows what information we're trying to extract." Hongjoong hummed.

"Of course. I'll also make sure that he stops the others from getting too carried away with the torture. The last prisoner died before we got anything good out of him."

"Exactly, that's why I wanted you to do it. You're more objective but I trust Jongho to do it too." He explained.

"I understand. I would say I trust Jongho to get what we need too. Plus, he has the strength to stop the others if they go overboard when trying to get answers. And back to the main issue, why are you going for a meet up without any backup? Should I send some men your way to guard the area?"

"No need, I'm fine. I can handle it myself. Have a good race tonight." Hongjoong wished.

"Thanks, stay safe. If you need backup, alert us."

"I will." Hongjoong promised and hung up. He didn't know what he would do without Seonghwa. They've known each other the longest and started Ateez together, Hongjoong knew he could count on him.

-

"That should be everything. Thanks again for doing this so last minute." The couple said, closing the trunk of their van.

"No worries. Have a good one." You smiled and bowed as they entered and drove off. The moment the van was out of sight, you let out a long sigh of exhaustion. This couple had changed their order last minute and you tried your best to accomodate them.

"At least they compensated." Was what you told yourself before heading back to the shop. It was closing time soon, you usually would have one or two customers at night.

"What a mess..." You sighed. Today was hectic, while rushing orders, you had no time to clean up and just left the mess.

"Good evening, are you open?" You heard a customer come through the door.

"Yes. How can I help you?" You wiped your hands on your apron. You helped the customer get what he needed. Thankfully he was content with choosing one of your premade bouquets.

"Do you prepare all these bouquets yourself?" He asked as you swiped his card for payment.

"Yes, I do." You giggled, handing him back his card.

"They're all very nice. Thanks, have a nice evening." He complimented. You smiled gratefully, walking him to the door and opening it for him to leave.

After that, you began to clear the area, composting the discarded plant parts before you could grab a broom to clean up the small bits and pieces. There was ribbon, tissue paper and wiring scattered everywhere. You kept all the spare materials in the trolley that you usually wheeled around.

"Now I'm hungry." You groaned. There was still two more hours until you had to close so you couldn't eat yet. You tried to pass time by answering to some customers enquires and order confirmations.

"Finally! Closing time." You threw your arms up in the air. You went to turn the 'CLOSED' sign and gathered all the trash to dispose of.

"Ugh..." As you were out back, you heard someone groan.

"H-Hello? Is anyone there?" You called out as you took a wary step back. The back alley was very dimly lit and you were not about to take any chances.

"W-Who is there?" Fumbling for your phone, you turned the flashlight on and saw a leg sticking out from where the recycled boxes were.

"Excuse me. Are you oka-" Your eyes widened as you took in the sight in front of you.

"Hongjoong sshi?!"

~

Series masterlist

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY BELLARA LUTARE - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

trouble ahead.

looks like we're doing this!

we're getting good at this!

let's try to keep quiet and not disturb that thing.

i can't believe this café is hidden inside all the crowds and chaos. i love it!

so many things you could buy. how do you choose?

what was there before? does anyone even remember?

everyone helped out.

you shouldn't worry at all.

wish we had a few of those.

it changes every day.

some get killed, some go missing. some just leave.

you don't see your family or friends?

you must miss them.

i sure didn't expect that.

is that really enough punishment?

i know him. knew him, i mean, when we were kids.

i wonder if there's a basement.

kinda weird, isn't it?

this... changes everything.

nice room you have here.

i can't believe it. we're meeting!

um... what should i call you?

i'll catch up on sleep later.

i have a question. about undead.

that's amazing! and really bad of course.

i think we should prove it.

it feels weird. different. from other magic.

i'm not sure i'd like that.

when i went out there, i could feel it. somewhere.

you won't believe what i found yesterday.

too bad we can't ask.

i'll remember not to ask about that.

what do you think of it?

i'm making progress!

it's mostly a survival thing.

oh, i heard about that.

that would be a nightmare!

i knew you'd catch that.

is this difficult for you?

how do you know literally everyone?

the world must be a little broken, but you can't just erase it to start over.

i was so careful! did i miss a spot?

i have some questions for you!

you both seem pretty happy about it.

you know what? i wish you could, too.

you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

you'd be surprised.

my father taught me about every deadly plant. mostly to keep me from eating them, i think.

i was wondering something.

thanks again for dinner last night.

there's a sequel? have you read it?

i took a lot of notes while you were away.

thank you. really. you're a good friend. a really, really good friend.

old habits die hard.

what kind of traps?

i shouldn't make it anyone else's problem.

[cemeteryspider]

Family Fragments Part 2

Stanford Pines x Child! Reader

Summary: Flashback to what happens the night of Ford's disappearance, and how you meet your Uncle Stan.

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares, Fear, Trauma, Violence, Loss, Family Conflict

Word Count: 2.7k

There was little Ford did these days besides pacing the floor, playing dolls with you, caring for you, and drinking coffee. In fact he had tricked himself into thinking that nothing was wrong and simply just allowed himself to be your father. Even in the pull to the basement was strong in his mind he tried to keep out of it for as long as possible.

When you had turned 5 years old he had thrown you a birthday party not inviting anyone from town. There was no adult that he trusted with you for fear of them being possessed and overpowering you. Other than Fiddleford of course, but he was off the table after his trip into the portal sent him spiraling.

Stanford had just gotten done icing the cake with strawberry frosting, you had requested an all pink cake with a gnome on top. He ended up taping a picture he drew of a gnome to a toothpick and sticking it into the cake after three failed attempts at using icing. He had hypothesized that it would be like drawing on paper, he was very wrong.

He went up to grab you from your room and saw you drawing on the floor, "Hey dad!"

His loud footsteps indicate his presence in your room. He walked close to you and looked over your shoulder onto the paper, only seeing yellow triangles covering the sheet. Ford’s blood ran cold. The yellow triangles stared back at him from the paper, like they were watching him. He swallowed hard, pocketing the drawing. He couldn’t let you see his fear. Not now.

"Are you ready for your birthday?" He asked, allowing his heart rate to come down as he led you down the stairs.

You were practically bubbling with excitement, "Yeah I can't WAIT!"

He covered your eyes with his six-fingered hands and led you to the kitchen, "Keep your eyes closed, Sweet-Pea."

You giggled as he ran around trying to find his matchbook, and while he was at it he threw your drawing onto the open flame of the fireplace, content as the edges curled and darkened distorting the yellow triangles until they were unrecognizable.

Quickly he lit the candles surrounding the gnome on the pink cake, "Open your eyes."

When you did there was a loud gasp, and your sneakers stomped on the floor as you jumped up and down. He placed his hands on your shoulder and began to sing Happy Birthday to you, and when he was done you blew your candles out allowing yourself to stare at the cake.

He plucked the candles from the top of the cake and got up to get the kitchen knife from the locked drawer, locked not just for your safety but as a precaution.

While cutting the cake he looked toward you twirling the drawing stuck to a toothpick between your fingers, "What did you wish for sweetie."

You looked up at him and smiled, "What would a good wish be?"

Ford's eyes softened, focusing on your eager face. He smiled gently, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You know, Sweet-Pea, a good wish is something that makes you feel happy and safe. Maybe it’s something you’d like to see happen in the future, something that brings a little bit of hope."

He paused, his heart aching with both worry and love as your brows furrowed in thought, "How about wishing for something like...more days filled with laughter?"

Your face lit up at the thought. You looked at the cake, deep in concentration for a moment, then turned back to him with a bright smile. "I wish that you'll always be my best friend, Dad."

Ford felt a lump form in his throat, and he pulled you into a tight hug, trying to hide the tears that brimmed in his eyes. "That's the best wish I could ever imagine," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

He wiped his eyes, careful not to alarm you with tears on your special day, he got up and grabbed a small gift wrapped in sparkly silver wrapping paper. Inside was a zippered pouch that opened up revealing many pencils, colored pencils, erasers, pens, and a pencil sharpener. Below that a journal almost identical to your father's except yours had a crescent moon on the front.

You had a knack for drawing and like your father a naturally inquisitive mind. Before this you had even written your own journal entries in your father's journal which were some of his favorites even though they weren't very scientific.

In an instant your arms were wrapped around your father's neck and he was ensnared in your tight hug, "Thank you, dad. I love it."

After a long night of movies, popcorn, and a few slices of cake you were falling asleep in the armchair in front of the TV. When he brought you upstairs, tucked you into bed, and sat himself in the chair in your room.

He didn't notice the sleep sneaking up on him until it was too late, and when he woke up he was standing on the roof of the cabin. Looking out into the woods of Gravity Falls, swaying slightly in the chilly night air. Ford’s heart stopped. He wasn’t on the ground anymore—he was on the roof. How? His breath came fast, hands shaking as he grabbed the gutter, forcing himself down, foot by foot.

As he was shimmying down the gutter he heard an ear piercing scream which caused him to fall the rest of the way down, and rush into the house. He tore up the stairs, each step echoing like thunder. Inside your room, the air was cold, stale. You were huddled in the far corner of your bed, knees tucked to your chest, trembling. Frantically he looked around, trying to spot what had made you so afraid. However when he looked to the ground he felt a familiar pit of terror fill his stomach.

Rats, unmoving, spelling out the words 'Happy Birthday'. He looked at you silently crying as far away from the offending offering as possible. He let out a deep sigh and went to grab the broom and dustpan, hoping to get the rats out of the room as fast as possible.

After he had placed them a little ways into the woods, he returned to your bed and sat down on the edge just looking at you as silent tears streamed down your face.

"Are you okay?" He asked not quite sure if he should be speaking, and despite knowing the answer.

You shook your head and rapidly swiped the tears from your cheeks. After a moment you pulled your arms into your sleeves and tucked your face under your collar.

Ford sat beside you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder before he placed it there, unsure but trying to comfort you. You collapsed into his side, your small frame shaking with sobs. It broke him, every tear you shed a reminder of his failure to protect you.

"What’s haunting you, Sweet-Pea? Please, talk to me,” Ford said, his voice cracking slightly, desperate to understand what his daughter was going through.

"I'm having nightmares," A cold chill ran down his spine and he held you a little bit closer, "Always the same, I wake up and you're gone. Except you're there just not right. Your eyes are yellow and you just stand there everywhere I go... just staring."

Before he could respond there was a loud knock from the front door. He looked over at you, and rubbed your arm, "Let me see who that is, don't come downstairs until I say it's safe okay?"

You peek your head out of your sweatshirt and nod at him. Your father had told you about making deals and shaking hands with people, or things you don't know. What you didn't tell him is that a yellow triangle forced you into these nightmares when you refused to let him into your mind.

The journal entry on a triangle entered your mind, but raised voices from downstairs drew your attention away from your thoughts.

"Ah! Hey! What is this?" Quietly you sneak down the stairs and peak into the messy room to the right of the staircase. You saw your dad frantically talking to someone dressed in a red sweatshirt and who seemed to have a mullet. You never knew your father to let anyone in let alone some random man from off the street.

"Oh!" Ford’s voice wavered as he caught sight of you peeking out from behind the wall. He turned to Stan, the weight of this introduction hanging heavy between them. "Stanley, this is my daughter… your niece, Y/N." Stan’s eyes widened, the words hitting him like a punch. A niece? His brother—a dad? It was like hearing that pigs could fly. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, offering you a grin that felt too stiff, like he was trying on a new suit that didn’t quite fit.

Quickly the man that your father called Stanley turned around and you saw your father's face staring back at you, "Sweet Pea, this is my twin brother, your uncle, Stanley."

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before stepping out from behind the wall, the cluttered room feeling suddenly too small as your uncle’s gaze fell on you.

"Hey, uh, kiddo. I guess I'm your Uncle Stan," He stretched his arms out in a shrugging motion and you took it as an opportunity for a hug. Nearly toppling him over with the force. He let out a little 'oomph' and his arm was still open to the air.

His arms were stiff at first as you barreled into him. This tiny child- his niece- was holding onto him as if he were her lifeline. He wasn't used to this. Not since the good ol' days with his brother. His idea of family was always messy, complicated, but here you were, trusting him instantly, and felt a familiar tug in his heart he hadn't felt in so long. It took him a moment, but soon his arms enveloped you and gave you a little squeeze.

Once you let go and looked at your dad his eyes had softened and his mouth hung open a little bit. Maybe he was wrong to keep you tucked away in the woods away from the rest of the world. For the first time in a while he thought of his parents and his family.

He pushed that away from his mind, "I have something to show you... something you won't believe."

Your Uncle Stan looked from you to his little brother, and there was a brief moment of thought where he considered having a niece to be something he didn't believe, "Look I've been around the world, okay? Whatever it is I'll understand."

You looked up to your father and shook your head, he definitely would not understand the machine in the basement. Taking your Uncle's hand you followed behind Ford to the basement, he even looked confused at the retinal scanner.

Your father had ushered you over to his work bench and sat you down with a pen and a piece of paper in front of you.

"Let me talk to your Uncle Stan alone for a moment. Could you draw a picture for me?" Ford's voice softened, but beneath the tenderness was an edge of unease. The warmth from the birthday evening lingered, yet the basement held a different weight. It was as if the shadows grew longer here, the air charged with something Ford couldn’t quite shake. He led Stan into the portal room, his mind a whirl of questions he wasn’t ready to answer.

You smiled and nodded your head, knowing that he was asking this of you to distract you from their conversation. However, you knew that your dad had not seen his brother in years and if you hadn't seen your dad in years, you would want a moment alone with him too. You sat and drew a picture of you, your father, and your uncle, occasionally looking up.

It wasn't until they crashed into the door fighting that you realized the fight that was happening. Quickly you got up after the big machine started glowing blue. With your father occupied you started moving your way toward the glowing circle.

You stood just feet from the looming machine, the hum of its power vibrating through your bones. For a moment, everything seemed to slow down, your heart pounding in your ears as you stared at the glowing portal. Then, without warning, your father shot forward, colliding with the lever. Time snapped back into place, chaos breaking loose all around you. Looking at the verbal onslaught you reach toward your dad but only manage to catch his coat as Stanley pushes him backwards toward the portal.

You and your father started to float, gravity slipping away beneath your feet. Panic seized your chest as the world shifted and twisted. Desperate to hold onto something—anything—you reached for him, fingers brushing his coat. 'Dad, don’t let go!' Your voice cracked with fear. His grip tightened for a heartbeat, but the force was too strong. You screamed again, fighting the pull, wishing with everything inside you that you could somehow stop what was happening. Stanford quickly pulled you tightly into his chest and held you tightly for a moment before shoving one of his journals into your arms.

“Y/N!” Ford’s voice cracked as he fought against the pull. “No matter what, remember that I love you! You’re everything to me… I’m so proud of you, Sweet-Pea. Don’t ever forget that!” His words echoed as he was pulled into the portal, the brightness swallowing him up. Once he was gone there was a flash of white light that sent you hurtling toward your uncle causing you both to crash to the ground in a heap.

You reached out, desperate to stop it, your small hands clutching at air as your father’s grip loosened, "Dad, don’t go!"

You rolled off of your uncle and sat on the ground as he got up and started banging on the metal structure.

You sat on the floor, knees drawn up to your chest, clutching the journal tightly. Your mind raced, replaying the scene over and over, desperately trying to understand how it had all gone so wrong. One moment, your dad was singing Happy Birthday to you, and now... now he was gone. Gone into that horrible, glowing machine. Every nightmare you'd had, every fear that kept you up at night, had just become real. And it was your fault. If only you'd been stronger, smarter—if only you’d done something different—he’d still be here.

"STANFORD! STANFORD, COME BACK! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" He looked back and over to you. Tears forming in your eyes and your lower lip starting to quiver.

Stan pulled the lever again. Nothing. He pulled harder. Still nothing. Panic clawed at his chest as he slammed his fist into the console.

"STANFORD!" he shouted, but it was too late. The machine was dead. Your father was gone. And in the heavy silence that followed, you could feel it. Everything had changed.

Stan stood by the dead machine, hands shaking as he looked between the console and you, lost in the gravity of what had just happened. For a moment, he was frozen, unsure of what to do. He had never been good at this—at emotions, at comforting others—but seeing you there, small and fragile, clutching Ford's journal like it was a lifeline, something cracked inside him. He knelt down beside you, unsure of what to say, “Hey, kid...” 

His voice was rough, but there was a softness beneath it, “I’m gonna bring him back, okay? I promise.”

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. His promise hung in the air, but you weren’t sure if he even believed it. But the way his voice wavered, the way he clenched his fists, made you think that maybe he needed to believe it as much as you did.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hope you're doing well!! Please take however long you need to get your creative juices flowing <333 may I order a Dogday recognizing Poppy's Angel is actually the former Playtime Co. employee he and many others came to love and cherish due to their kindness? The reader is THAT employee that others envy, many of the toys LOVES them and prefer to be taken care of by them.

Maybe the reader had found out the sinister nature of the company but is understandably afraid to speak up about it as they realized their old co-workers maybe weren't just fired or " quit " out of thin air after all... Perhaps something happened behind the scenes that made the reader " quits " ( Maybe they could be threatened but by a lot of pleading and bargaining, they're spared but has to keep their mouth shut and never come back, otherwise... )

The toys are devastated, angry and just lots of mixed emotions. The reader feeling more and more guilty as they venture through their once happy place and having to harm the ones they once swore to care for.

The rest is up to you! Please again, take care and take your time, all the best in everything <333

I'm So Sorry

Note || oh my hearttt the angstttt, lovely to write this as always. In the form of head canons if that is alright? ^^

WC || 1,035

Sypnosis || you knew otherwise, presumably what went on. You just didn’t mean to harm those around you.

Being aware of something most employees where not had dug you a thorough grave, you didn’t want to leave your beloved friends in the toy factory. A factory misconstrued on a basement of lies and futility you may as well be well over with, and bury it in the ground. Yet, bury in the ground they did. 

Your superiors had learned of your knowledge of these things, and began sending letters. Bit by bit, they had only started off by threatening you; telling you to keep quiet. They didn’t want their precious reputation to be ruined by the likes of you. Still, you continued to stay, you didn’t want to leave your loved ones. All the friends you’ve come to love, eventually becoming like family for you.

You weren’t deaf nor blind to what the superiors at Playtime Co. do, quite literally you’d have to bandage your eyes or plug your ears to ignore all that was happening behind the scenes, you didn’t let it fall on deaf ears however. Eventually soon enough it was eating away at you to actually just quit, just straight up disappear from Playtime Co.’s eyes. 

Among the many toys; Huggy, Kissy, Mommy, and Poppy, hell even CatNap began to wonder where you went. Why did you flat-out depart from working at the Factory so suddenly? One day you were visible and present, the next you had not shown up. Oddly enough they soon had gotten their answer when the Hour Of Joy had occurred, Huggy Wuggy had come across your paper of termination when he had taken upon himself in the act.

So long ago, that was a decade past you left that life behind. You really wished you would have granted them goodbyes before you had gone, yet it seemed you got that chance to do so when you received a paper in the mail that had appeared to be from your co-workers. Word for word you could remember reading, everyone thinks the staff disappeared ten years ago, we’re still here. Find the flower.

The only reason you even had to come back to the factory in the first place was because of the guilt easily overwhelming your logic, you needed answers. You needed to know what happened to your co-workers and all the toys you cared deeply for, yet you had an overwhelming suspicion you really knew what happened to all the staff in Playtime Co. you simply just weren’t present for it. Having technically already left. 

Seeing Huggy Wuggy on the pedestal again brought back some memories for you, he was certainly a hoot. In a way, you really liked him along with the rest of the toys. He was certainly a unique one out of the few–especially along with Kissy Missy. You thought they were a cute pair together, Kissy always managed to calm his murderous tendencies and Huggy was always someone you can count on for a good hug if you ever had a bad day.

Killing is not something you would ever dare think of doing, it was simply not in your mind or blood to do so. So why did you have to resort to killing Huggy? You silently wept, having no time to grieve for him properly as you had to trudge on along to the flower.

Poppy was the last person (or toy, ahem) you expected to find in that case you came across. Now you find yourself in the game station, seeing her get pulled away like that right after she offered to give the code to you had you on the steels of your nerves, you were immediately very close to being in an angry mood. 

Now you had to deal with Mommy’s antics, you felt for her, but you certainly wouldn’t want to go through the trouble of trying to get the code from Mommy. Least of all having to resort to killing her, as she would not listen to your words. Convincing her was impossible to do, trying to make her remember you was a whole different story.

Crap.

Why’d she have to go in a rage? Now she’s dead too, and what in the seven circles of hell did she mean by “HE’LL MAKE ME PART OF HIM! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” You shudder when a mechanical hand comes to pull away Mommy’s corpse, you mentally make a note that is the Prototype. As you’ve come to learn the name after you had scavenged Elliot’s office. 

Soon you learn what Mommy had meant, arguably enough you were angry that Poppy had derailed your only train to get out of Playtime Co. but your heart had ached too much to not finish what you started. Now CatNap was hunting you while you ran around in Playcare, you just never expected to see such an untimely sight that nobody should be put in.

DogDay was hurt, real bad. His legs were severed, he wasn’t long and limber like you remember him to be. His life seemed to be completely drained and sucked away from him, you wince when he moved, movement appeared to be harsh to even put energy into. Your heart bleeds for him, yet you are surprised when he actually recognizes you from before, all those years ago. 

“Angel, you! Y-You're the one that cared for so many of us.” You nod, parental instinct already kicking in to free him from his belts from which he hung from. DogDay doesn’t deserve a fate like this, not then and especially not now. “You don’t need to, leave me here.”

“Oh hell no, you need to live.” You refute, shushing him before DogDay begins to protest. You sigh in relief once he finally is free, as selfish as it may be, he hadn’t ever attempted to kill you. You wanted someone with you that actually remembers you and doesn’t try to gun for you the moment you even step into the vicinity.

Gosh, you really hoped to get this over with. Guilt weighing heavily in mind as you had to kill so many toys, so many that you cared for. 

At Least it meant to be in the name of self defense.

Right?

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Snippet:

Wilbur noticing more and more similarities between dream and Phil

And/or

Techno doing the same

Wilbur wished his father didn't stash the most interesting parts of his life away in the basement. If Wilbur had thousands of years worth of antiques, he'd display it proudly around his house (in beautiful arrangements with perfect feng shui, he would add), not stuff it all in boxes and pretend it didn't exist.

When the world felt overwhelming, Wilbur would go to his father's house and sort through some of it, and he'd walk away with an armful of ancient books about philosophy and warfare, and Philza would frown at his selection. He'd say he doesn't need those books anymore, and that Wilbur could take them.

Half-ripped, covered in dust, and tucked between some history books, was a painting.

It depicted a young man with long blonde hair tied loosely at the base of his neck. His skin, though pale, was sun-kissed and freckled at the peak of his nose and cheeks. He wore white lace at his neck and an elegant brooch that held dark green robes at his shoulders. He looked dainty yet powerful, with an intelligence in his eyes.

It was Dream.

"Phil!" Wilbur called as he carried the painting upstairs, his boots heavy on the floor. He did his best not to trip on the untied laces. "Phil, you've got some explaining to do, old man."

"Mm?"

"Imagine my surprise when I'm sorting through dusty old history books and I find this," Wilbur said, dramatically displaying the painting to where his father was reclining on the couch. He watched as Phil went through a series of expressions-- first, squinting in confusion, then his head tilted as he searched his memory, then finally recognition sparked.

"Ah," Phil said. "Those were very different times, eh?"

"Different times?" Times when his father kept elegant paintings of the enemy?

"I'd never commission a painting of myself like that anymore," Phil said, "Cringe. To use Techno's words."

The whiplash hit like a punch to the chest. This man was his father? This wasn't Dream?

Dream looks more like Philza than his own son does?

"This is you?"

"That's me, mate. From a time I'd like to forget." Phil stood and headed to the kitchen, and as he walked, he turned the painting away from himself, "You're welcome to keep it, but I'd rather it just stay in a box somewhere. I don't want it."

---

Dream's hair grew out in the Vault, and he tied it loosely at the base of his neck. His eyes took on a half-feral and wild sort of light, like green flame. When he regained some muscle it sat on him tightly, as it would on a wild cat, and his ribcage always looked a bit corpselike. As something of a corpse himself, Wilbur was unbothered by that. What threw him off was the image of his own father, now abused and torn apart by his long-time rival. A man who flinched away from his own image.

[echantedtoon]

Caught Once Again

For those who were wondering what would happen IF Y/n got caught again. Sequel to my Yandere Demons And Brides posts and my Escaping Yandere Demons post. Some will be shorter than others.

Warnings for yandere themes, scars and illness mentioned, Douma/Enmu/Karaku ARE their own warnings, possibly some innuendos, kidnapping and entrapment mentions, death mentioned, etc.

Daki n Zohakutan are included with Hantengu's and Gyutaro's part but they're PLATONIC Yanderes.

KOKUSHIBO:

-The demon who had taken you hostage for weeks claiming you to be his wife's reincarnation had never left your mind after you escaped. It wasn't easy either. Kokushibo had heightened senses that were beyond human.

-You took the chance to escape one day after he left just before sunrise, making you hug him and greet him goodbye like a good wife should, before he left locking up the door behind him as he went. You took the chance to poke around trying to find any source of outage. A secret basement, the chimney, ANYTHING! Eventually you managed to find a weakened point on a boarded window. Clawing wildly you managed to tear away the wood, and smashing out the glass to freedom.

-You didn't look back. The small cuts you got were nothing as you ran and ran from that cursed house as far as you could until you collapsed from exhaustion. You made it. You were out but you weren't safe yet. You still moved away far away as you could before the sun sets. Kokushibo didn't come back every night so hopefully you'd have a few days to run. You couldn't go back home, that'd be the first place he looks for you so you decided to run along the river. Eventually coming along to and settling into a small fishing town.

-You decided to just lay low here. Getting a job as one of the net weavers and keeping to yourself in fear of being found out. Weeks passes. Months passed. And you were slowly letting your guard down, believing that perhaps you had hidden well enough to never be seen again. But you still didn't go out at night.

-One night though you allowed yourself to stay out, after all the small town was hosting a festival and you deserved to have fun after so long. You were playing a small game. Tossing a ball into a pit to win a prize when you saw it. Six eyes piercing through the darkness and staring at you. You didn't even have time to turn and flee when you smacked into the purple and black clothed chest and two strong hands pulled you against him in a possessive hold as you gaze up into half lidded eyes.

"You made a valiant effort to get away however I believe that it's time you come back home, Wife."

HANTENGU(+CLONES):

-You thanked the gods for how easily trickable the demon was, making it so easy for you to run far away. Right past town and towards the nearest safe point you knew which happened to be a grove of wild Wysteria trees. There's no way any of them would suspect that you'd be there and even if they did, what were they going to do? Demons couldn't survive Wysteria poisoning and avoided it like the plague.

-It wasn't bad really. It was a beautiful place. There was always beautiful trees surrounding you, a nice floral scent in the air, and you even found an old abandoned shack that you spruced up to make it livable. Overall it's not a bad life, but you wish it was more open like before. Your ease falters when fall comes and the leaves on the trees wither away and the flowers die. However they're still Wysteria trees so you don't think they'd dare come around your little grove and with each passing day that you never see then again, your mind believes that.

-Until winter comes to cover everything in snow. You're out one night with only the moonlight to see trying to shovel out snow from your front door, shivering in the cold and hair whipping in the wind. Perhaps that's why you couldn't hear the approaching wingbeats until it was too late. Two giant eagle like hands wrapped around your shoulders and in an instant you were sailing through the air. Shrieking as the ground disappeared beneath you and shrieking more as you looked up into the yellow eyes of an overjoyed harpy demon pulling him tightly against his chest with a loud happy chirping sound. "OH GOOD FUCK!! I'D THOUGHT WE'D NEVER FIND YOU, FEATHER! This game wasn't fun when you didn't come home you know!"

-No matter how hard you struggle, Urogi was too strong for you to break free from as he flies you all back to the others. All seven have varying reactions when Urogi just lands down with you struggling to get away and clawing at his arms. He was supposed to grab them someone for dinner but instead he brings back their missing wife. The first ones to react are Aizetsu and Sekido. The sorrow clone balling into your shoulder with a crushing hug making your shoulder wet. "I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE OK!! WE'RE NEVER GONNA LET YOU GET LOST AGAIN!!" Meanwhile Sekido is scowling relieved but still raged. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MADE US FEEL?!"

-Urami and Karaku have similar reactions to Sekido and Aizetsu. Urami joins Sekido in scolding you. "DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE!? WHY DIDN'T YOU COME HOME ALREADY?! DID SOMEONE PUT YOU UP TO THIS?! YOU'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!" Meanwhile Karaku is surprisingly calm actually apologizing if it's his actions made you so mad that you left but he was planning on making it all up to you now. "Don't worry, Baby. We got all the time in the world to make up for lost time."

-In the meantime Hantengu is sniveling alongside Aizetsu as both are crying into your terrified form making your dress soaked. "It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" Is all he can say in defense. Zohakutan is the most annoyed at all. It'll take hours for him to be able to have a moment to talk to you because of how much everyone else is crowding you for their turn but once he does be prepared for the longest lecture of your life. "Sit down! We are going to have a V E R Y long talk!"

DOUMA:

-If Douma's irratic emotional state wasn't enough to scare you away then his cannibalistic demon nature was. From his sudden mood swings to the unstable bout of love declarations he'd give you out of no where, dropping to his knees to shout out it all or just kissing you unprompted. It was all too much but with so many people surrounding you and a powerful demon how did you get away?

-Simple. You hid inside one of the supply crates. Once and a while some of the cult members would leave to try and recruit more members, on these trips they'd take a crate or two of supplies like pamphlets and food. Well Douma had been busy attending to whatever Muzan wanted and there wasn't anyone guarding the crates, so you emptied one out and snuck yourself inside. No one suspected you were inside when they moved the crates outside and down the mountainside for the long trip to one of the nearby towns. And no one saw it coming when you busted out of the crate once you were placed down and RAN. Disappearing into the crowd of people and using the cover of people to get far away from the demon and crazy cult!

-Thankfully the town they happened to stop by had a train station. It was easy to trade one of the many stupid, overpriced pieces of Jewelry Douma always made you wear for a ticket and easier for you to hop on the train and get outta dodge. Relief flooding your systems as the mountain side got farther and farther away from you. And compared to your other Y/n counterparts, it was easier for you to start over. Cutting your hair and dying it, going by a sub version of your name, and selling off what was left of the jewelry on you to gain enough money to buy you a nice warm apartment somewhere random in Asakusa city. Hiding in plain sight sounded like the best idea. And eventually getting a job as a seamtress in a random shop.

-A whole year passed on since the day you escaped and it was almost like it never happened. Never once did you hear about the stupid cult or have people worshipping you weirdly or worst of all having the threat of a demon over your shoulders. All you did was keep your head down and minded your own business. It was good. Life was good. It wasn't until your boss mentioned getting a brand new extremely handsome and rich customer coming in that day did things change. You knew what to do so you already prepared yourself to take measurements and the silk fabric he requested for. Not even paying attention to who it was as you prepared your scissors and measuring tape as your boss guided him into the room with just the two of you with a- "Just let me know if you need anything else!"

-You still don't look up at the frozen figure staring down at you as you just instruct him to stand on the stool and hold his arms up so you can measure his waistline instead you're met with a thud as whoever it was drops to his knees and two strong arms ensnare you in a tight hug. You shout whirling around at the inappropriate behavior but freeze as two rainbow eyes filled with anger, sadness, mad love, and tears spear you straight into the soul.

"Lotus Blossom, I thought I lost you forever there! Good thing we're fated to never be separated. A R E N T W E?"

NAKIME:

-(Apologies if her part is short.) Whelp. You made it out. Running and running and running through the woods to get away from the terrible castle and the woman who self proclaimed to be your 'wife'. You almost made it out of there...Almost. Just before your feet hit the dirt road, a door opens up under you and you fall in. Landing face first with a thud in front of the frowning woman.

"Are you quite done with your childish games?"

ENMU:

-You didn't go back anywhere near trains or stations now that you were free. Screw that mess! You were done with stupid trains and their dumb cars and crazy perverted demons who think that's it's flirting when he let's you punch and kick him out of frustration.

-Nope! You stayed FAR AWAY from tracks in general and just kept yourself at home from now on. So how did he find you again? Turns out HE COULD leave the train body. Not very far away just just far enough to get to your house and wake you up during one of the few times you could actually sleep and then squeal in delight again as you curse him out in his grip and kick him to no avail.

"Oh dear.~ You have no idea how lonely it was to not have you in my arms again.~"

AKAZA:

-With your bad leg limping as you ran for your freedom hearing Akaza's concerned voice shriek out before PLEADING with you to come back. "YOU COULD GET KILLED OUT THERE?! PLEASE COME BACK!! YOU'RE NOT WELL ENOUGH TO BE ON YOUR OWN!!" You don't care. You didn't ask him to 'help you'! You never even wanted him to be near you in the first place.

-Instead of turning back you continue to leg it down the hill you were on cursing the demons that put you in this permanent hurt state. You managed to limp half way back to your family's home before your exhaustion and pain makes you collapse against a nearby tree to rest. It was almost nighttime and yet you were still no closer to home. Panting and heaving, you break off a study stick nearby and use it as a crutch to hop along on your good leg trying to get as far as you can before Akaza can come back for you. If you can make it to the town's temple then you'd be safe at least until the next morning then you can get farther away from him and everything else that could lead him to you.

-You make it to the top of another hill overlooking the town just as it darkens and you can see the first few lights of the houses. Relief floods your being as you hobble towards the town until your stick ends up slipping and you fall over. The wind being knocked out of your body by the first hit before your body starts turning, rolling down the hill painfully as you fall. Hitting rocks and sticks and everything in between until two strong hands grabbed you by the sides. Stopping you just in time before your head could crack against a rock with jagged points. Dizzy you glance up with your spinning vision and feel your stomach drop as worried yellow orbs stare back to you.

"It's too dangerous for you to be without me! Don't you see that?!

GYUTARO(+PLATONIC UME/DAKI):

-You made it out of that gods forsaken hole in the ground. Coughing and in bad shape but alive and well however escaping was another much harder thing to do with your bad sight. Everything looked the same. Blurs, and colors smashed together. Everyone walking bad blobs of color. No one seeming to care about what happened to you as you stumbled around all dirted from climbing out of the hole and begging anyone around you for help only being met with dirty looks and shouted insults at you.

-if no one was going to help you, then you had to make your way out of the E District. You wondered aimlessly. Bumping into everything and anyone. Flinching as people just plain pushed you out of the way knocking you over or leaving you stumbling for balance. Night fell sooner than your terrified mind thought it would. The crowd's became worse, more crowded and so blurry it made your head spin. It made you cry in fear and frustration the longer you stood there in the middle of the street. Eventually turning to leave until you're pulled into an alleyway by a harsh hand. Screaming out before a hand silences you already fearing the worst until a loud familiar yell pierces your ears.

"Helpless without me aren't you?! I hoped you learnt your lesson because this isn't going to happen again. Do you hear me?"

"DO YOU HEAR HIM?! THAT WAS THE STUPIDEST THING ANYONE'S EVER DONE! YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE MY FRIEND AND BROTHER LIKES YOU SO MUCH!!"

HAIROU:

-You had one shot and you blew it. It was a long shot anyways. You knew you couldn't get away from him unless you fled in the middle of one of the episodes he had caused by his PTSD hoping that the hours head start you had would be enough to escape him and his hellish hounds. No such luck. You flinch hearing the sounds of gunshots behind you(Hairou shooting himself to clear his panicked mind) but you still don't stop. Just continuing to run and run and not look back.

-As you run through the darkness, you hear them. Howls and the sounds of dogs running behind you catching up to your terrified form to run on either side of you until you're forced to stop as at least five shadow hounds emerge from nowhere in front of your panting form. Growling and barking at your forms getting closer and closer. Backing you up more and more making you scream with every jolt they gave you until your back ran into a chest and an arm suddenly wrapped around yourself.

"That was a cheap trick. Too bad you won't be able to do it again."

GYOKKO:

-You made it out. It was almost impossible for you to escape but you managed to do it. Delayed only by the fact that his vase was turned upside down and it was daylight outside when you ran away. You knew you couldn't return home, that'd be the first place he looked for you. So without any idea of where to go or what to do,you decided to start traveling. Walking down along the road and picking up scraps here and there, stealing a random few dresses off someone's laundry line, and a burlap sack filled with some veggies from a farmer's barn. Now equiped with the items you needed in one bag, you began moving from place to place. Never staying in one place for too long, only traveling during the day and hiding away during the night. This worked out quite well for avoiding him... temporarily.

-You were miserable. Missing the comforts of your home. Missing being able to use your skills and making things. You want to go home, but you can't in fear of the demon still lurking about. Eventually your travels eventually leads you to the dreaded E District. With nothing else to do, you beg the first house master you see for a job any job at wits end. Eventually he does. As a servant. It's not the worst job. You don't have to entertain any guests, only clean floors, bring the ladies food, and help the girls with their clothes and make up if they need it. In exchange you're paid with a small room to sleep in and and one free meal a day. Definitely not the worst outcome. Beats being a demon's 'muse'.

-One day an oirans favorite kimono is ruined. Right before she was to see a special customer too. Well you use your former skills as a kimono maker and offer to fix said oirans dress for free. She's skeptical about it but agrees to let you fix it and is surprised that not only did you fix it but it looked like it wasn't even torn. She's so impressed with it that it starts up a conversation between you two about your skill. You mention used to having a store and making kimonos before misfortune made you lose your job(leaving out the demon art of course). Well she decides that she wants one and so orders you and the house master to get her one that matches her demands specifically.

-You happily agree missing your old job and happily make her one in a few weeks time. She's in love with the beautiful blue kimono with waves stitched on so beautifully that it looks almost real. You're so happy that you don't even realize that the oirans is actually a demon in dequise and she wears her new kimono to a demon meeting. Or that another demon instantly recognizes the work she's wearing. Gyokko compliments and flatters Daki into telling him where exactly she got the kimono and she has no problems bragging about how her new girl made it just for her and no one else. You really shouldn't have been horrified when you retire to your room later that night and is met with a beautiful vade in the middle of the room.

"Really I thought you would've known how tasteless it was to think that you could outsmart me."

KAIGAKU:

-Your first instinct after getting out was to make for the first demon slayer you could find but the problem with that was that you had no idea where you were or where the Haishiras were training. You just dove through the first door you saw leading to the outside and ran. Ran until light peeked into the skies and still you kept going until you came to the first town. Taking shelter in the nearest public room which happened to be a library.

-Naively you thought you were safe there. You were just a healer after all, you didn't know that demons could track by scent. So when you fall asleep amongst the books as night falls, and you wake up two angry hands yanking you up to him bridal style. You can't help but scream.

"Do I look like a dam idiot to you?! You're going to regret being so dumb!"

KYOGAI:

-You had one shot at it. When Kyogai's distracted by an intruder in his house, you make for the nearest room with a window you can find. Opening doors in a panic, eyes looking around wildly for any way you can leave until you see it. A window that's right in front of you and it's open! Without hesitation you run towards it and jumped out. However what you didn't know was that you were on the second floor so when you jumped out, you had a painful landing.

-You didn't break your leg but it was either severely sprained or fractured from the pain you felt. Your pained scream alerting Kyogai to the nearest window to where he looked on in horror as you struggled to get up. It burnt him badly, but he immediately ran out in the sunlight to get you and drag you back inside. He can regenerate in a few minutes, your leg would take much longer.

"That was incredibly stupid of you,Water Beetle."

[smoshyourheadin]

Hi! Saw that your requests were open and wondered if you’d do something with Steve Harrington and reader where it’s based on season 4 and reader is catching the looks Steve and Nancy give each other so she confronts him and he reassures her there’s nothing going on?

only you

pairing: steve harrington x f! reader

a/n: I LOVE STEVE!! this was rlly fun to write :33 this request is so cute i love him eek!! also this is kind of inspired by the song ‘only you’ by yazoo bc i love that song heheh

it had been a rough few days. the kind of rough that made steve wish he could crawl under his bedcovers and stay there until the world decided to stop falling apart. but hiding wasn't an option when the upside down was causing havoc in hawkins again, and certainly not when nancy was back in his life, running headfirst into danger just like old times.

you had been a solid presence throughout the ordeal, offering reason when everyone else seemed ready to unravel. steve always appreciated you more than he could ever put into words. you were his rock, his anchor in the storm, and he knew he was the luckiest guy in the world to have you by his side.

tonight, the group had gathered in the wheeler basement, trying to piece together the story of the latest victim that vecna had left for them. nancy was flipping through her notebook, scribbling notes furiously, while steve tried to keep up with the conversation. he glanced over at her a few times, mostly out of habit. they had been through so much together that it was hard not to look back on those memories with a tinge of nostalgia.

but he didn’t realize how it must have looked to you.

you were sitting on the other side of the room, comforting el, whilst trying to focus on max’s recount of her latest vision, but your eyes kept drifting to steve and nancy. every stolen glance, every shared look between them, sent a pang of insecurity through your heart. you knew they had history - everyone did. but seeing them together again, working so closely, it made you wonder if maybe that history wasn't as buried as you hoped.

later, after the meeting had dispersed and everyone was heading home, you and steve walked to his car in silence. the quiet stretched uncomfortably between you, filled with words unsaid.

"hey," steve finally broke the silence as he unlocked the car. "y’okay?"

you nodded, but your expression betrayed you. steve could see the worry etched across your face. he gently touched your arm, stopping you before you could climb into the passenger seat.

"what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

you took a deep breath, looking up at him with eyes that threatened to spill over with tears. "i saw the way you were looking at nancy tonight," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "and... and the way she was looking at you."

steve's eyes widened in surprise, and then softened with understanding. he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. "hey, no," he said gently. "there’s nothing going on between me and nancy. we’re just trying to figure all this out, just like everyone else."

"but you have a history with her," you whispered, looking away. "and i can't help but feel like, like maybe you still have feelings for her."

steve's heart ached at the sight of your distress. he tilted your chin up so you would look at him, his gaze steady and sincere. "listen to me," he said firmly. "nancy and i... we had our time, but it’s over. i care about her as a friend, and that's it. you’re the one i’m with now. you’re the one i want to be with."

he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "you’re my present and my future," he whispered. "i love you. only you."

you closed your eyes too, feeling the warmth of his words seep into your heart. "promise?" you asked, your voice small and vulnerable.

steve pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression full of love and determination. "i promise," he said. "i’m all in, with you. and I’m not going anywhere."

you let out a shaky breath, a smile breaking through the lingering doubt. "okay," you whispered.

steve leaned in and kissed you, slow and sweet, pouring all his reassurance and love into that kiss. when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, a small smile playing on his lips. "no more doubts, okay?"

you nodded, feeling the weight of your worries lift. "okay."

with a final kiss on your forehead, steve opened the car door for you. as you both settled into your seats and drove away, the tension from earlier dissolved, replaced by a comforting sense of certainty. no matter what anything or anyone threw at you, you knew you had steve by your side. and that was enough.