#just incase someone sees her showing affection

[constant0bsess1on]

LOOK AT THE CAT!!!!

LIKE A GODDAMN MODEL

HOW IS SHE LAYING SO CHILL LIKE THAT OML

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She's a cat that chills at my school.

She's the resident school cat.

I go to school early specifically so I can pet her.

I bring her food!!!

So she kneeds my lap in thanks!!!!

Best part of my day ckvmgodjskf

[klausysworld]

Very closed off reader who kinda clings to Klaus because they relate to him in the fact that he has family troubles :( she sees that he clearley does the things he does because of trauma or whatever and so does everything in her power to show him that he's got someone to fall back on.

Every time he shouts at her or retaleates because he's upset and dosent understand how soemone could be so nice to him she simply gives him a hug or a gift or just sits some distance away to show he isn't alone.

She deals with all his meanness quite well because she's used to it from her family and has learned to block it out :( one day he really has enough of her and after something goes wrong with Elena or Salvatore he really doesn't want reader around him. She tells him quite confidently that he needs soemone to help him and she would never leave him alone at which point he smirks and says something snarky before proving that he doesn't need her. He reaches into her chest and grips her heart and kinda realises he is in the wrong when she looks kinda shocked and sad so he gently takes his hand out and feeds her his blood to help with the damage he left behind. Afterwards reader is less affectionate with him and only sits with him when he is in a state, now afraid to touch him incase he lashes out but still wanting to support him cuz she cares about him :(

Thanks for reading, love your stories!

The Betrayed Becomes The Betrayer.

Growing up on an aggressive household desensitised me to a lot of things; yelling and smashing objects especially. My parents were a mess, I'm not sure if they didn't know how to love or just didn't want to.

Eventually I realised that they were the same thing and that I wasn't wanted at home, so I left and found Hayley.

Which was how I wound up finding Klaus.

He was a broken man, I could tell. Elijah confirmed that their parents had been cruel and abusive almost as soon as we met him which I assumed they also must've become desensitised over it after a thousand years.

However when I actually met Klaus, it was obvious that he was still deeply affected by it. I could understand him, his feelings and his thoughts. I got why he wanted to be so strategic, to have the control that was taken form him. I knew why he wanted to make people hurt the way he hurt and why he was as aggressive as the the people that raised him.

I wasn't violent, or an angry person. I had learnt to be quiet and keep things to myself so that I didn't get in the way but I would think about it. How it would feel to hurt someone, to make them feel worthless and then leave them. Could it really feel good enough to do over and over?

In my head I assumed it must do but I could never bring myself to actually torment someone the way I had been.

But I could tell that Klaus was still haunted by the past and it affected his every move. I couldn't blame him, or fault him for acting upon the images that swirled in my own mind.

Often he got frustrated, angry and inevitably lash out against someone. Something would be thrown, smashed. Someone would be yelling, screaming.

But I never wanted to be mad at him, to me he didn't deserve to be ranted at for what he'd done. They were riling him up further and it was obvious, it was like they wanted him to explode and hurt someone.

So instead of pushing him off that edge, I tried to help him back up.

To begin with I would just be the only one in the room not glaring at him with hatred. I just wanted him to know that there was someone on his side. He didn't notice for a little while but after a couple arguments I think he started to feel my presence. Sometimes he would get snappy, ask what I was looking at but when I'd just tell him that I understood why he did what he did, Klaus would get less defensive.

I wasn't a touchy person, ever, but the time his mother had been back and she hurt him so bad that he cried in his room, I didn't know what else to do but hug him.

After that it seemed like I was hugging him all the time. He calmed so much easier with some touch.

Sometimes he accepted it without complaint but sometimes he didn't want anyone near him so I would go away and come back later. He knew I was there when he needed me and I learnt to be a patient person.

I also learnt not to react so when he screamed in my face I didn't yell back. He had been so stressed lately and a lot of people had died yesterday the day before. I left him alone for the night before coming back in the morning to try and be there, he didn't want to talk so I went away and came back in the afternoon. To begin with he was fine but he got angry so fast, I barely said anything before he was yelling.

I tried not to react, not to talk back or get defensive but then he pushed me. Both hands on my shoulders, shoving me backward toward the wall and I tensed and something stirred in me.

I told him he was being ridiculous, pathetic and he didn't know what he needed.

"What? You think I need you? You think I like your desperate little cuddles. I'm not the one craving touch and love. I've been fine for centuries and I don't need a clingy little thing following me around." He snapped at me and I felt my frown deepen and the hurt biting at me.

"I'm not being clingy...I'm just trying to be helpful." I whispered and he scoffed.

Klaus got close, too close and it frightened me a little. I took a few steps back and he chuckled, trapping me to the wall.

"What is it, love? No more snuggles? You don't want to tell me it's okay? You gonna tell me I should paint a picture?" He mocked, his breath hot on my face. "You think I'm pathetic sweetheart? Think I need you? All I need is for you to disappear." His voice was low but clear, eyes cold and I felt the adrenaline hit and screaming for me to run but I froze just like I used to when I was little.

The smallest sound left me when I felt something agonising within my chest. My mouth opened but no noise would come out and I struggled to breath at all. I looked down, watching my own blood seep through my clothes and drip down his wrist. My eyes were stinging and I could feel my heart close to exploding as his grip tightened. I wasn't sure if I was stood there for hours or seconds before my body reacted and my arms shot up, both my hands latching onto his wrist so he couldn't pull the organ out.

My eyes shot up to look into his, seeing them soften after a second before his hand let go around my heart. A loud cry left me when he tore his fist out of my chest, leaving a gaping hole. I panted and a strong metallic taste filled my mouth as blood dripped past my lips.

His voice sounded blurry when he tried to tell me something, nothing felt real as my legs went weak and his hands touched my sides. The touch made me cry again and I felt him hesitate before something gross was pressed to my mouth and I couldn't tell if I was choking on my blood or his.

After a moment I could feel my body healing from the inside out, physically I felt better but now my mind was spinning. I looked up at him again, I could feel the fear pulsing through my veins when he reached his hand toward me.

This time I didn't freeze.

I was up and out of the room as fast as my legs could move.

I avoided him for a few days, part of me knew he wasn't going to do anything again and that he felt bad about it but the other part of me couldn't help but worry.

It was only when he was attacked again that I willingly sat in the same room as him.

"You okay?" I asked and he looked over to me, he was splattered with blood but at least it wasn’t mine.

"Yeah...I'm okay." He whispered, nodding.

I shifted in my place and he shuffled over on the couch so I could sit on the other end to him. The silence was awkward for a while, actually the entire time.

It was for quite a lot of the times I was near him. I wanted to be there for him, show him I understood but I was still scared and I didn't want to be close enough that he could kill me or hurt me just incase he did.

It was when he was carried in my Elijah, Papa Tunde’s blade in his chest causing him to be immobile and in agonising pain, when I got close again.

Elijah dropped him to the bed with a soft thud and was moving fast. He turned, looking right at me before talking.

“I need you to feed him your blood. It’s laced with vervain, he’ll heal slow. You need to keep him here or he is going to kill Rebekah. I don’t want to burden you, Y/N, but I’m afraid you’re the only who’s even a possibility.” He directed quickly, whilst dragging the blade from his brother’s chest.

“A possibility for what?” I asked, confused and afraid. I didn’t want to give him my blood. It was like asking him to kill me.

“You’re the only person he might listen to.” He explained as he headed for the door. “He won’t hurt you.” He told me and it sounded like a promise before he left.

Klaus let out a groan and I turned, hesitantly walking over to the edge of his bed. I silently dammed myself for being concerned enough to follow Elijah when he carried him in here.

I looked down at him, wincing at the cut that hadn’t healed down the length of his bare chest.

“What…what happened?” I whispered, wanting to reach out to touch but willing myself not to.

“Elijah-“ Klaus grunted, his teeth grinding as he forced words out. “He stabbed me for her.” It was clear that rage was all he felt in that moment as he tried to push himself up, only to let out a cry of pain.

“Rebekah?” I wondered and he seethed.

“She betrayed me. Called Mikael. She wanted me dead!” He yelled, his aggression growing as I felt my hairs stand on edge.

I was quiet, watching him struggle desperately.

I understand why he was so mad, betrayal was a huge thing for him. Abandonment, paranoia. It made him this way and Rebekah used it and ruined all of their lives but I had no doubt she had her reasons…not that I’d tell him that.

“She doesn’t now” I whispered and his had snapped to me. “She loved you now, she’s here now-“

“Only months ago did she stand beside Marcellus and watch as his vampires tried to kill me. She has always wanted me gone. She’s so desperate for Marcel that she’d kill her own brother-“ he snapped and I flinched.

His voice died off when I stepped back and he grunted softly. He was taking fast but deep breaths, trying to gather some stability and I could feel Elijah’s words echoing through me. That I had to let Klaus feed from me.

Reluctantly I shifted closer again, he was quiet as I sat down on the edge of his bed. His body was laid so close to me and his chest moved with each pain-filled breath.

My entire arm shook as I held it out, right infront of his face and it made his skin dance with veins. “Love…” he muttered, his jaw clenching as he inhaled through his nose. “I’m not going to hurt you” he uttered, I could feel his eyes on my but I couldn’t look back at his. “Not again. Just…there’s blood bags downstairs”

“Elijah said I have to use mine, the vervain makes it slower or something? I don’t know…I can’t do it wrong” I pushed my wrist closer, glancing at the fangs that were pushing past his gums.

“He won’t be mad.”

“He’s trusting me.” I whispered, finally looking up to klaus’s eyes and he sighed before slowly nodding.

I almost tugged my arm back when I felt his teeth pierce the skin, the sting making me move but his hand lifted to keep me in place. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he fed, it was such a strange sensation; much less painful than a needle.

As I felt myself weaken, I noticed the wound across his body fixing itself. My eyes started to go and for a second I faltered, my head beginning to drop but his other hand caught my chin and held me up. His fangs retreated back up and something warm and wet slid across my wrist before I was leaned up against him.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He whispered into my ear. “I have to finish what they’ve started.” He told me and I knew he wanted to murder Rebekah and I wanted to talk to him but he’d taken so much blood. His eyes stared straight into mine, reaching into my mind. “You’re going to fall asleep, you’ll wake tomorrow morning and you will feel no pain from this bite. I will heal you when I return. I promise I didn’t take enough to kill you, just to empty you of vervain.”

I wanted to argue, yell or anything but my mind shut down and my eyes wouldn’t stay open. I sunk into myself completely and lay, somehow conscious and unconscious as I tried to wake myself up.

I woke the next morning like he instructed my body to do, I glanced at my wrist to find it wrapped in bandages. My head lifted to see a glass of water, tinted pink by what I assumed was blood beside a small teddybear.

Hesitantly I sipped the drink, feeling instantly better before picking up the toy.

“I thought you’d like it” a voice sounded from the doorway, I glanced to see Klaus. Both his hands were behind his back and a guilty look painted his face.

I pushed myself up, it felt strange being in someone else’s bed; especially Klaus’s.

I didn’t answer him as I got up and pushed past him, shoving the teddy into his chest and going straight to my own room.

For a man who hated betrayal, he sure knew how to commit it.

He knew I was already afraid of him, that I didn’t want to be that close again and he took advantage of the ounce of trust I still had.

I understood him, but I couldn’t do this again. I’d been in this situation too many times.

[diejager]

New Ownership

Pairing: Dark!Krueger + König x doll!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, possessive behaviour, magic?, death, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.2k

You used to watch people awe at you, expressing their shock, incredulous and pleasing, under the protection of your owner —your creator. You were an object of emotion; of melancholy. You were a life size doll made of porcelain and wax, of hohair and glass eyes, painted in the richest pigments and dressed in the finest fabrics, you were the epitome of treasure in your time. A doll made with utmost care and tenderness to heal a wounded heart. 

Your creator was a doll maker, building every doll with a special kind of affection, be it for his collection or for a client, he always loved his dolls. He made as much as he gave, the single joy of his life was the present his late-wife gave him, a daughter to call his own, someone soft and living unlike the cold bisque of his creations. You were a present for her coming-of-age, a mimicry of her person, made with love for the adoration he had for his daughter, and sadness for seeing her grow up and leave, to start a new life without him. Every stroke was perfection and every detail was imperfection, you were perfectly imperfect, a mirror to a human.

You were made as an object to remember him by once she left to live with her fiance, painted in the last moments before he saw her off. He dressed you up in a pretty dress, a voluptuous crimson for the passion and a deep black for the end of he past and the start of a new beginning. He made you into what he saw his sweet, precious daughter as, a dream that he was ecstatic to gift, but she was in an accident the week before her celebration. She died of it, passing in writhing pain and tearful agony. It broke the man who lived to care. Your tender creator who lived to love and give.

He drowned in the throes of sorrow and agony, paraliysed by his own fears and torn apart by his nightmares, and left the house you once loved to rot and waste away just as he was. Sobbing nights and depressing mornings, you were unable to do anything but watch as he spent his days rotting, his skin sinking, his hair outgrow and his complexity pale unhealthily, yet he still cared for you. Your creator —your father cleaned you, dressed you and incased you in a thin layer of wax and gel to protect you from the changing times. 

You gave him solace, something to live for after he closed his quaint shop and became a hermit, crazed and lonely, having nothing but you to talk to and spend his shortening time with. You wished you could tell him how much you cared, how much you shared his sorrows or how saddened you were to see him like this. And like his daughter, your father passed away, heartbroken and lonely, leaving you to watch over his cooling body dissolving in his bed. All the wasted years, spent seated in your chair, unmoving and unliving, never being able to reach out to him to show him how much you loved him. Life, however, ran its course, uncaring of any kind of self-sought fury or self-given agony, you were just a doll given conscience and memory. 

You were picked up by a relative, estranged and distant from yours. He was German, or Austrian from the rough tone he used, a deep growl as he appraised you, rough fingers caressing your face like he was admiring you. He was, this wasn’t admiration in his eyes, you knew it, that sick and twisted gleam in his brown eyes, it was obsession. It was a perverted kind of adoration, it made you fear what he would do to you.

And these fears, these demons that clung to your peripheral, weren’t unfounded, weren’t an illusion your conscience made up to fill the void in your empty core. You were carefully stuffed in a box, stored safely during the long move from your small town in Germany to a place in Austria, locked away in a loud and dark place and only brought out to be placed in another cage of gold. 

He laid you in a pentagram of sorts, a crooked thing painted in a dark red and terrifying runes that promised nothing but evil. He enacted this… ritual that would affect you in some way, his low chants and hisses while he stared you down with hungry eyes once he stripped you of all clothes, lathering your porcelain with markings. He scared you more, knowing that he had this planned out, and that he wasn’t alone. 

There was a shadow of a giant behind him, a man heads taller than most with cold eyes peeking through a fabric to gaze at you. He had broad shoulders and thick arms, seemingly swallowing the corner he stood from. He took up a lot of your attention, ripped between the chanting man and him from your chair, placed perfectly at the center of this ritualistic circle. You were a show to the giant and a project to your new owner, a spectacle to watch unravel and writhe in pain.

It hurt. Why did this hurt? Your skin tingled, an annoyance that grew to a boiling agony, this sacrilegious magic reworking your imperfect body to fit one of his whims. You shook in your chair, the red sinking into your skin, lining the inside of your precious porcelain with runes as your fingers and toes flexed, limbs jerking from the information overload on your new nerves, synapses snapping into place and building a circuit of sensitive system. You could blink and you could cry, tears springing from your fluttering lashes, lips trembling before you screamed, a shrill cry that wailed out of your lungs. 

Your chest burned, it felt heavy with an erratic pulse, beat after beat slamming into your calcified ribs, warm fat and strained muscles. You felt like you were drowning, your throat clogged with something sick and dying after you shriek, acidic to your tongue. It stole the air from your lungs and you had to fill it back, the nagging urge to do so. Your chest expanded with your first breath, it hurt - it burned, but you didn’t drown - but it seamed the first seed of life within you. 

You slumped forward, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the last words he uttered passed through your mind, a searing memory forever imprinted in your conscience. You fell into warm arms, a soothing warmth unlike the boiling pit of magma that raged over you, embracing you with a quiet coo from the man who brought you to life. He hoisted you up, wrapping an arm under your knees and another firmly pressing your naked chest to his. Yours limbs were strangers to you, new and uncanny that you couldn’t move or control just yet. You limply laying your head in the crook of his neck, burying your nose in a green veil smelling strongly of musk and metal, your legs too weak and arms too tense like a newly born fawn.

“Besorg mir etwas, um sie zu bedecken, König”

“Ja, bin gleich wiener da..”

“Welcome to the living, Rehkitz.”

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[lime1991]

those mlp infection aus on tiktok have been alright but heres my idea to consider:

the main characters of the au are the cmc. theyre not the lone survivors, and heres why: the infection almost entirely affects adults. this is just like a book i read in 5th grade, thats where im stealing this from.

Applebloom is the self appointed leader, shes best at foraging for food and growing it as well as building re-enforcements for the shelter (which is the clubhouse. it's higher up so they dont have to worry about most infected ponies reaching them.)

Scootaloo is the defender of the base as well as the group in general. shes the one who handles the weapons and is first to sacrifice herself for her friends to get to safety. She says its because he doesnt want to hold them back due to her disability, they tell her she doesnt have to think like that. but its hard not to.

Sweetie Belle is... not all there. sometimes she forgets the apocalypse has happened and that most of her loved ones are dead. Scootaloo and Applebloom take turns sleeping during the night to make sure someone is always lookout. that, and they can't risk Sweetie Belle unknowingly walking into the dark trying to get home.

Partially inspired by one of the best animes ive ever seen: School Live, Scootaloo and Applebloom sometimes, when Sweetie is having an episode, pretend everything is normal. Is the most they can do for their friend, who is clearly so traumatized that her brain blocks out the reality of their situation. Sometimes, Applebloom wishes that could happen to her.

When the infection started, it slowly took over the elderly first. Granny Smith got sick, fast. Big Mac and Applejack took care of her, but only a few days later she would turn into some kid of monstrous creature. Big Mac did the unspeakable act of putting her out of her misery.

Sweetie Bell was sent to go live with Rarity while her mother was sick. Her father began to feel ill too, and didn't want her to get herself and her friends at school sick as well. She could hear over the phone the conversations her sister and father had. How mom was getting worse, how dad was getting worse. How they stopped calling altogether.

A couple days into the widespread sickness, Scootaloo's aunts took a trip to the store to stock up on groceries just incase a quarantine was issued. They were gone for hours. They were gone for days. They never came back. Eventually, Scootaloo traveled outside of her home by herself, and could never return.

Once Big Mac and Applejack started showing signs of illness, Applejack spoke to cousins in other places wondering if they would be able to let Applebloom stay with them a while. But just like everyone in Ponyville, they were experiencing the same issue. At one point, Fluttershy agreed to watch Applebloom until AJ and Big Mac started to feel better.

After hearing that Fluttershy graciously took in Applebloom, Rarity sent Sweetie Belle off to her the moment she started to cough. She didn't want Sweetie to see her like that. She didn't want her to get sick either, and in fact, she probably transported it from their parents house and into Rarity's. That made Rarity angry. Her last words to Sweetie were about how upset she was that she'd brought the illness to her.

Scootaloo went to Fluttershy herself. She couldn't find Rainbow Dash, so she settled for the next best pony. She was shocked to see her friends had been there themselves the past few days. Scootaloo only managed to stay a few hours, because during the night the crusaders awoke to a crash in another room. Upon investigation they saw Fluttershy hunched over a broken glass. There was blood on the floor.

They went to comfort her, but she wasn't herself any longer. When she turned to face them it already looked like she'd been ravened by the infection. She was so hungry. Why couldn't the jar just open? She was so... hungry. Before she could even stand back up, the crusaders grabbed their things and fled to the only place they knew they'd be safe. The clubhouse.

[ovwechoes]

do you write for venture? if so, could you do nsfw and sfw headcanons with them? i love them sm!!

Venture SFW/NSFW Headcanons!

Yes I do! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy them c: Any thoughts or opinions are always welcome, and my asks are open! NSFW headcanons will be under the cut, and please don't read them unless you're 18+/over the age of 18yrs old.

Does Venture have any secret talents or skills they don't talk about much, if at all? I think Venture would have an affinity for painting, especially natural scenery and landscapes. They'd love Bob Ross paintings and would follow tutorials in their downtime, but with their own flair added to them. They also, of course, enjoy collecting crystals and loves collecting rocks to break open and see if they're geodes. They have a secret TikTok to show what they find, and they like to remain anonymous there to keep things private and entirely focused on their discoveries.

What personal goal or ambition drives Venture, which they rarely share with others? How does it influence their behaviour? Venture wants to protect what's left of the environment and the Earth itself; they're paranoid and cautious about deforestation, and the possibility that archaeological discoveries could be destroyed before they're appreciated and found, so it's something that they're passionate about and influences them in their daily life. They don't like to cause too much harm to the Earth when fighting, and they secretly donate money to organisations that put said money into rebuilding the environment. They feel immense guilt when they see the after effects on the ecosystems around them after fights between overwatch and talon, for example. It's something they don't discuss very much, and when they do they keep it simple because they don't like being that open about it incase others' opinions make them feel more guilty.

Who is an unlikely friend or ally for Venture? How did this friendship develop, and what do they value in each other? I can honestly imagine Junker queen being one of the most unlikely allies and friends of Venture. They might both share an affinity for the beauty of geodes and crystals, and Venture would want to share with Junker queen the beauty of archaeological finds that have been found on her land. It's something they'd bond over, and Venture would appreciate Junker queen's acceptance of their eclectic personality, which sometimes rubs off on people the wrong way. They're both weirdos in their own ways, and they both love shiny and historical things.

Does Venture have any unique or peculiar habits? How do these quirks affect their interactions with others? Venture 100% has self soothing stims that aren't necessarily autism related, but help them focus when they're busy or stressed out. They'd do things such as twisting their fingers, playing with small rocks between their fingers, or fiddling with tech just to pass the time. It's something they don't hide anymore, and they like to encourage others to take part even if they're not neurodivergent. They also pick up words and habits from people very easily; they heard Tracer say "okie doke" one too many times and now they can't stop using it even in professional spaces. It's apart of their vocab now and until something new replaces it, it's what everyone at Waypoint has to tolerate.

What is something that really annoys Venture? How do they typically react when faced with this annoyance? Venture is bothered by narcissism; they don't mind when people are confident and admit their own strengths, but it's bothersome to them when people flaunt it as if they're a walking god. They appreciate humble people, and like when someone shows their strengths, rather than plays them up with their words to inflate an ego they shouldn't have (in Venture's opinion). Another big pet peeve they have is when people have ignorant bliss. They believe that being aware and working towards a better future is better than staying blind to what's happening; they very much believe that if you choose to stay unaware of what's going on and how it's impacting society or the planet, you're encouraging the harm it causes and are complicit. It's something they're very passionate about and they can be seen as blunt or too harsh when confronting people like this.

NSFW headcanons are below the cut! Sexual themes are present so keep this in mind when reading.

What is a desire or fantasy that Venture keeps private? How do they reconcile this with their public persona? With Venture being the first openly non-binary overwatch agent, they feel an expectation to be a switch and to have no sexual preferences. Regardless of this, they privately enjoy being submissive and letting their partner take the reigns during sex. They find it hard to be openly sexual, and feel that they shouldn't be because they're trans non-binary, as if it's something seen as dirty in the public eye. However, when they trust someone enough as their partner, their sex drive speaks for itself.

What are some fantasy scenarios or settings that Venture finds particularly appealing? How do these fantasies align with their real-life desires? I can imagine they have a fetish for sensory play, especially the use of wax in sex and foreplay. They enjoy the feeling of it burning their skin, and the submission aspect from their partner doing this for them. In reality, this isn't a make or break thing for them and it's not something they need from his partner desperately to be happy. They would crumble if their partner suggested in with pure lust, but it's not something they're particular about because they understand that not everyone's interested in it. However, they're open with their partner about the idea of being restricted via sight and touch. They like the idea of not being able to touch their partner without permission, and being blindfolded. They're not too into BDSM, and it's not something they're experienced with, but fantasies wise, they'd be open to these things and light bondage if they trusted their partner enough with it.

How does Venture incorporate technology into their intimate life? Are there any gadgets or tech they particularly enjoy? Venture would 100% make a new toy for their partner to use based on one conversation they had about potential fantasies or what they'd want in an idealistic world. They're not too experienced with using toys, but they'd be willing to explore it more with a partner who understood them and accepted them fully, and was willing to do so with them without judgement or pressure. They'd of course make toys based on rocks and based on historical findings just to see how they'd feel in the modern era.

What kinds of physical or emotional stimulation does Venture find most fulfilling? How do they incorporate these into their intimate life? Venture enjoys verbal reassurance and words of affirmation; they enjoy being told dominating words filled with praise during sex, it makes them feel as though they're doing everything right. They love when a partner 'matches their freak' and can get on board with exploring new kinks and new ideas they've considered a couple times. They also love when their partner entertains their behaviours that others would consider weird; it somehow turns them on even more and makes their sexual tension even higher. They love to be touched on their shoulders, their lower back and the back of their neck - that's their main erogenous zones and if their partner touches them, Venture will be left high and dry until they're able to get off fully. It'll stick with them for days as well...

How comfortable is Venture with showing vulnerability during intimate moments? How does this vulnerability impact their relationships? For years, Venture couldn't have sex with someone unless he knew them well. One night stands never worked for them, and they were always left feeling used and unfulfilled. It was uncomfortable, but they take them as learning moments that helped them understand what they like and don't like in sex. They used to only have sex with the lights off, so that they wouldn't have to see what their partner's face looked like after seeing their body naked. As confident and unapologetically authentic as Venture can be, their body was something they felt especially uncomfortable with for years. They still sometimes need the light off to stay in the mood, but it's something they've improved on. On the other hand, Venture encourages their partner to be as vulnerable as they need to be; if they need to cry, laugh, hold them, etc. it's okay with them. It's not a turn off for them to see those from their partner, if anything they view it as a way to build their relationship even more.

I hope you enjoyed these anon and thank you again for the request ^^

[lavendernlilac]

Ough, one of them reacting to a random comment or visual that triggers them for the first time and the other doing their absolute best to help without even knowing why there’s an issue. Then them sitting down in the apartment after and taking time to discuss why and what happened, how to help, and building plans to help each other incase this happens again.

The only one that really breaks down during any intimacy is Grian, usually when she has had a rough day(and potentially overheard some unfortunate comments) and isn’t really taking in Scars compliments and sweet words as well as usual. She’s overwhelmed and Scar stops to get her to settle back down, to get her to breathe. They don’t continue, Scar just cleans them up and they watch some tv before going to bed.

Scar once has a reaction to someone dressed as a doctor on set of one of Griandes music videos or photo shoots and freezes up. He dissociates for a while and Grian notices his distance pretty quick, but can’t get to him until the end of the shoot. So she tries to get him in private the first available moment, tries to calm him down, and it works just enough for him to come back to awareness but be unsettled for the rest of the day until they can get back to the apartment. They have a long discussion and Scar ends up clinging to Grian all night, head buried in her neck as she just lets his hair quietly.

-bodypillow anon

EXPLODING INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES T-T

as we speak I'm actually planning out some fics right now and I want to have a fic where they both sit down at their own times and talk about their pasts <3 WAHHHHH the two of them sitting down and confiding in one another ;w; the show of trust and vulnerability....

grian would definitely be the one to break down during any intimacy yeah :( most of the time scar's kindness and praise is so nice and sweet but when she's had a rough day and that doubt is way too loud, it sits weirdly with her. there's almost a quiet beg for scar to stop lying and it breaks scar's heart :( or when he sees her so overwhelmed and nothing else matters to him except for getting her to breathe. he stops everything and has her look at him until he can just hold her and murmur that she's okay, over and over again

not only that but when they're trying out some more intense stuff, some of it is trial and error. they learn pretty quickly that grian likes giving up control to scar or when he's rough with her, and all of that is fine. she likes how her mind goes blank and she doesn't have to worry about who she should be, how she should be acting. it's easy when scar gives her directions to follow, when she's eager to make him feel good. but figuring out just how far to lean into it was the challenging bit

once or twice scar accidentally pushed a bit too much with mean dom act while trying to figure out their limits and grian didn't react well to it (scar felt like shit after). he cleaned them up, sat in a bubble bath with her, and held her so close to him, telling her how much he loves her, rattling off every bit of kindness and affection that came to mind. and they both wait until they're calmer to sit with each other and figure out what's a big no and what's okay

and of course outside of intimacy??? GOD. GOD. there are some days where grian can't look in the mirror. or she's quieter and missing her spark, extra sensitive to what people have to say to her or about her.

there's an interview she does--normally iskall and mumbo pre-approve any of the interviewer's questions, but there are moments where random ones are thrown out on the fly, where she's asked about her previous affiliation with that first producer (not many people know about that. iskall did everything they could to get the singles grian recorded there taken down), and grian is completely caught off guard by it

scar is of course there, and he sees how she's fighting a shut down but she's stammering and her voice is quieter and she's crossing her hands in her lap to hide how they're shaking... iskall and mumbo are right beside him and they both look like they want to get involved and scar does it before either of them can. he casually walks on set, plopping himself down right next to grian and jokes about feeling left out of the questions, puts the attention right on himself. grian subtly leans into his space some and lets herself shut down, disassociating through the rest of the interview

when it's finally over, mumbo is apologizing up and down because neither of them knew that would be asked, or how the interviewer knew and grian murmurs in answer. and it's killing scar that he can't do more for her right now :(

he's not able to get to her for a while, forced to watch her be spacey and visibly upset until they're back at the studio and grian is in her dressing room. scar quietly knocks on the door before coming in, siting down with her. the second he's sitting down grian is pressing her face into his shoulder, grabbing his hand and squeezing it

it's a rare night where they go back to scar's apartment--he's giving grian one of his shirts and she curls up with jellie. scar cooks something (grian's comfort food), and she clings to him for the rest of the night and they're quietly talking amongst themselves and scar waits until grian brings it up herself and starts talking. scar holds her the entire time, soothing her and wahhhhhh :<

iskall and mumbo personally scout out any producers who are interested in working with griande, and there's an incredibly small circle of producers who griande regularly works with (three of them). anyone new is practically grilled by her managers and skizz, and when hotguy joins the security staff????? I need you to imagine the city's beloved superhero, who's normally always cheerful and big smiles, sitting arms crossed, completely stone-faced (he takes grian's safety very seriously).

she gets really nervous when it comes time to release something new, or right before a performance. and when it's coming up on an album release she gets. so critical of herself and just. wough. there's so much I could go into with grian :(

and for scar... god. him seeing someone dressed as a doctor and grian notices that she doesn't see him around much. it's that gut instinct that she knows something is wrong, and when she sees the other person it clicks. the first second she gets to breathe she's looking for him

there's something really soft about her finding him with skizz... having kept an eye on scar because he noticed something was off. he doesn't ask any questions when grian finds them, just takes his leave and grian is guiding scar to sit down, asking if it's okay to touch him. sometimes scar answers, sometimes he doesn't. if he doesn't, she just sits next to him until he's softly calling her name. if he does answer, grian is taking his hand, putting it against her heartbeat so he can feel it, and help ground him :(

and she reaches him, asks him what he needs while rubbing her thumb in little circles on the back of his hand. sometimes he just needs the contact, or her voice, or silence. she doesn't make any movements for him until scar initiates it, pulling her in so he can press his ear against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. they don't get more than fifteen minutes like that, but it's enough to bring him back to awareness. he's unsettled and uncomfortable (and grian is quietly pulling the director aside asking to get everything with the lab coats recorded first before doing anything else)

when they get back to her apartment, grian makes sure the two of them eat (aka she orders delivery) and they sit on the couch together first with star wars playing, grian in scar's lap as he rests his head on her shoulder (he does make a little show of letting go of her so she can answer the door when the food comes, and: "scar, buddy, you're gonna have to let go of me if you want to eat" "but I'm so comfortable" "and you need to eat, it's important to take care of yourself" "not nearly as important as snuggling my girlfriend. it's actually higher than the need for food on the--mas-mah-malsow's hierarchy of needs" he lets go anyway)

they talk after eating, and scar skips patrol (grian convinces him to), staying over for the night. they crawl into bed and it's grian who reaches for him, pulling him into her. all she gets is scar's shaky breath while he tucks his face into her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair. she's still awake by the time scar falls asleep, feeling the need to watch over him, to make sure he's okay. he's been dealing with his pain so long all by himself; she never wants him to be alone ever again. she spends hours just laying there with scar in her arms, petting his hair, kissing his head, pressing her cheek against him. scar has never felt safer

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN LIKE.... I didn't mention it much, but scar has his moments where he gets nervous about cars--it doesn't happen as much anymore, but around the anniversary of the accident or once in a while he'll have a hard time with it and waugh.... sobbing and wailing over them

[meowlod]

could I be silly and request Clorinde x Frost Operative! Reader?

The potential with a forbidden type of love because she's the champion duelist and reader is a Fatui agent djdjjdhs

your writing is really fun btw :)

- someone who likes axolotls

OHHHH!!! omg this is so good…made reader a little tease ;)

ALSO THANK YOU!!!

Clorinde has been off work lately, walking outside of the city of Fontaine, feeding animals like a ordinary person would. But suddenly, she heard some noises in the bushes, so she decided to look around for any danger, already taking out her gun incase someone jumps out and attacks her.

”Come out and face yourselves.“ She looked at the bush where the noise had came from, but there is nothing. Clorinde heard noises in a different bush, and ran towards it, only to see a fox eating food. Damn it.

But then, her ears listen to the sound of loud laughter coming from behind. She turns around to see a couple of fatui agents with weapons already ready to battle her, but none of them know that she is the champion duelist of Fontaine, someone who is very strong.

So later after defeating all the fatui agents, her eyes slightly widen and she almost shot the person who suddenly came up behind her and hugged her tightly. The person takes off their mask, only to reveal that it‘s you, her partner.

Clorinde quickly calms down and turns around to face you, sighing in slight irritation. If she wasn‘t careful, she would have accidentally shot you, and you would be already dead!

”Clorinde~ What are you doing here?“ Your cheerful voice gets her even more irritated. She is not mad that you suddenly creeped up behind her, really, she isn’t. She‘s only mad because she almost killed you right in front of her. So she‘s a little mad at herself, because she deeply cares about you. I mean, if she did shot you, you would've dodged it anyway.

”…Love, don‘t do that again when i‘m in the middle of a battle, do you understand?“

”Sorry, darling.“ You smile and give her a quick kiss as a little apology, letting yourself go into Clorinde‘s arms. Her small smile tells you that she accepted it, and she hugs you back, giving your cheek a kiss as a sign of her affection. She truly does love you, even if you both are much forbidden to love each other.

”Sorry again that those fatui agents were attacking you earlier. Were you able to kill them all? Oh, wait, you‘re the champion duelist! ‘I forgot~‘ Hehe.“

Ugh…your teasing. Clorinde never forgets about it. Even if you‘re serious most of the time, you don‘t hesitate to tease her.

She looks back at you with a stern expression, her arms crossed. You look back at her with a nervous smile, putting back your mask before taking out your sword.

”Do you want to fight? I wanna show you how good I‘ve gotten the last weeks!“

Your attitude right now reminds her of a certain..Fatui harbinger who almost said the exact same thing. Clorinde doesn‘t even take her weapons out, and just simply stares at you.

”No. I don‘t want you to get injured.“

Ow. You huff and sigh. Maybe not today. Your frown turns back into a sweet smile and you take her hand into yours, staring at the sky before staring back at her.

”Fine…do you want to at least walk around for a while? Nobody is here, nobody knows about us both being together, so it‘s fine. You don‘t have work for a while.“

”…“

Her little smile makes you think that she accepts your invitation and it makes your smile wider. Clorinde takes a moment before she answers back.

”…Of course, my love. Let’s go and do something in our free time while we can.“

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 12

Pt. 1 pt. 11 Ao3

In which Dani walk in on something and Vlad gets a verbal smackdown.

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Jason hummed as Danny cuddled closer to the steady thrum of the man's core. He’d been purring for the past thirty minutes as they watched the movie playing on his laptop., piled on Danny’s bed with their feet tangled together, and Danny didn’t even know if Jason knew he was doing it. They hadn’t yet broached the topic. Afterall, asking someone about their death was usually a one way ticket to getting in a knockdown dragout fight. And not the endearing kind that some ghosts used to show affection. It didn’t after though. Danny purred back.

“Hey Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we dating?”

Danny paused the movie and turned to look up at Jason. He had his thinking face on. The one where his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in a tight line. It was adorable.

“I don’t see why not,” Danny replied, “Why?”

“I dunno, I just- We’ve been on a couple dates and I didn’t know if we were still trying things out or- this feels very couple-y though.” he said.

“Is that a good thing?”

Jason paused for a second, “yeah,” he said, “yeah it is.” Danny smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

“Good.” It wasn’t the first time, and it was short, but it made Jason smile.

“That was good too.”

“Oh yeah?” they asked, shifting to face their boyfriend and kissing him again, “How was that?” Jason didn’t answer, only hummed as he pulled Danny in for another kiss. Then another. Then another.

The laptop fell off the bed with a small thump, their movie long forgotten as the two made out like lovedrunk teenagers. At some point Danny ended up on their back with Jason’s tongue somewhere down their throat and his knees on either side of their hips. His hand had just begun creeping up their shirt when the door opened.

“Oooooohhhh.” The two bolted apart, Jason somehow managing to hit the back of his head on a shelf.

“Tristan I swear to the Ancients-” Danny started, but it wasn’t his roommate standing in the doorway. “Dani?” they asked.

“Dad?’’ she responded.

Jason’s eyes blew wide, ‘Dad?’ he mouthed. Shit. This was not something Danny wanted to explain so early in their relationship. They shot a look towards their boyfriend in a way that said ‘I’ll explain later’ before turning to their clone.

“Dani, what are you doing here?”

Dani rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking uncomfortable “Uuh, is this a bad time?” she asked, gesturing to Jason, “Should I go, or-?”

Danny looked between the two again before sighing. “No, it’s fine. Come in,” He said, gesturing her in as he did a quick tidy up of his bed, retrieving the laptop from the ground and setting it safely on the nightstand. “What brings you here, Dani? Not that I’m not glad to see you or anything but-” they gestured loosely.

Dani didn’t seem bothered. “Hm? Oh, Vlad kicked me out. Is that popcorn?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before picking up the bowl and taking its place at the foot of the bed. She held one hand out to Jason as the other shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

“I’m Danny’s daughter Dani,” she said, not bothering to chew or swallow first. “It’s spelt with an ‘i’ incase you get confused. You can also call me Ellie or just Elle if that’s easier for you. Not Danielle though, that’s what Vlad calls me but I think it’s too stuffy.”

Jason shot Danny a quizzical glance before taking Dani’s hand.

“I’m Jason, Danny’s boyfriend,” he said, seemingly having recovered from his shock. “He didn’t tell me he had a kid, but it’s nice to meet you.”

Dani’s head swiveled to send an accusatory glare at her original and she let out a mock gasp.

“Father how could you?” She said, looking entirely offended. Danny felt the heat rise in their cheeks.

“Dani, I’m twenty,” they started, “Forgive me if having a kid isn’t the first thing I advertise to a potential partner.”

Dani huffed, “Yeah, yeah, go on and make sense. You're not the only one,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes and leaning back as she shoved another fistfull of popcorn in her mouth. “Hey do you have any of that ecto-cheese powder I sent you? It tastes great on this stuff.” His clone was smirking sure, but she was his clone and Danny didn’t miss the way she was curled in on herself and clearly deflecting, because that’s how he acted when something was bothering him.

“What does that mean?” he asked, taking a more serious tone.

Dani only smiled at him, confused, “What do you mean? Dairy King helped me make it and it makes literally everything taste better. Do you still have it?” Danny shook his head. That wasn’t what he meant and she knew it. Then what she had said earlier registered and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

“Dani, why did Vlad kick you out?” His clone snorted, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to meet his eyes, before finally landing in her lap. It was silent for a moment before she took a deep breath.

“Vlad’s trying to get over Maddie,” she started before adding, “Vlad’s my other Dad,” for Jason’s benefit. “And apparently, there’s not enough room in his giant manor for all his guests plus me so he kicked me out. Told me to come bother you for a change.” Danny was seeing green. He didn’t even realize how tight he’d been clenching his fists until Jason reached out and gently removed his grip from the hem of his shirt.

“It’s okay though,” Dani hurried out, shaking off the thin layer of frost that had begun spreading around the room, “I didn’t want to stay in that stuffy place anyway. And I’ve been meaning to visit you. I’ve never been to Gotham and I was hoping we could do stuff together. Y’know? Like Father/Daughter bonding time.”

Danny took a deep breath as he attempted to reign in the cold. The chilly air calmed his nerves but he didn’t want Jason to freeze. He could already hear his teeth chattering.

“That sounds great kid,” he said before turning to his boyfriend, “You wouldn’t mind if I excused myself to make a quick call would you? I promise I’ll explain everything later.”

Jason looked between Danny and his daughter before shaking his head. Danny smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, and I’m sorry about movie night getting ruined,” he smirked.

Jason shrugged, “Eh, I'm sure we’ll be able to pick up where we left off.”

“Ew, guys, I’m still right here,” Dani groaned, making Danny laugh as he got up.

“Get used to it, sport,” he said, grabbing his phone and ruffling her hair on his way to the door.

“Don’t call me sport,” Dani grumbled, wrinkling her nose as Danny closed the door.

Danny sighed into the silence of the hallway. It was midday so most students would either be in class or roaming around outside enjoying the nice weather. He appreciated the solitude as he dialed Vlad’s house number.

He groaned, already hearing Dani begin to question Jason, through the door. That was not something he wanted to deal with.

“Is that a proper way to greet someone?” Vlad’s voice rang through the receiver. Danny ground his teeth, he’d forgotten how annoying this man’s voice was.

“Shut up Vlad. That wasn’t directed at you.”

“Oh, feisty today aren’t we Daniel? Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, if he hadn’t been so full of rage, Danny would have hurled.

“Oh fuck off Vlad, you know exactly why I’m calling.” He snapped, Vlad didn’t sound phased.

“Language, Daniel,” he chided, “and I am afraid I haven’t the faintest clue. Please, enlighten me.” Danny wanted to punch a wall. He took a deep -shaky- breath instead.

“Dani just showed up at my dorm. She said you kicked her out, would you like to explain why?”

There was a short pause as the fruitloop thought over how he would spin the story.

“I didn’t kick her out,” ah, so he settled on a blatant lie, “I am merely busy this month and sent her to stay with her other parent, as Danielle is so keen on calling you. Really Daniel, it’s about time you paid your child support.”

Deep breath. Deep breath. Take a deep breath Danny. Okay fuck that.

“Okay fruitloop, may I remind you of a few things real quick,” Danny didn’t wait for an answer as he barrelled forward. “Point one: You cloned me without consent. I don’t owe you any fucking child support. Point two: Remember that deal we made? You feed, house, and clothe Dani, provide her with a good life with all that fucking money you have, and You get to parade me around as your heir and godson and all that shit, with the added bonus of: I don’t punch your fucking face in and eat your core. Do you understand? Or did you forget?” Danny was seething by the time he finished. The final question was meant to be rhetorical but Vlad answered anyway.

“I did not forget our deal, Daniel,” he drawled, sounding satisfyingly taken aback, “However, I must insist that Danielle stay in Gotham with you for the time being.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to take care of her? I love the kid but I can’t exactly keep a twelve year old in my shared dorm room.”

“Understood. Would an apartment work better?” That stunned Danny for a second. The chill surrounding him melted away as he tried wrapping his head around what he thought Vlad was suggesting.

“What?” he hissed.

“Oh please Daniel, don’t be so dramatic. If it would help satisfy our agreement, then I could easily secure housing for you and Danielle. I will send you the details soon. Now if that’s settled then I really must be going. Tata little badger.” The younger half ghost was left gaping as the receiver clicked, indicating the old man had hung up.

Okay what the fuck? Was Vlad planning something? He had to be planning something. Danny deflated against the wall as he let the implications of their conversation sink in. Yeah. Yeah, Plasmius was definitely planning something. And knowing him, it probably wasn’t going to be good.

Danny was jolted from his thoughts as the door next to him opened, Jason peeking his head out before walking through.

“Hey,” he said, taking Danny’s hands as he pressed into the half ghost’s space.

“Hey,” Danny replied, resting their intertwined hands on his boyfriend’s waist. Jason gave him a quick kiss before leaning back.

“Look I promise this doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening right now, but I have to go.” A million worries passed through Danny’s head as he stared into Jason’s gorgeous ocean eyes. But all possibilities of hurt were washed away as Jason stared back. Danny smiled and nodded. Jason smiled in return.

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised as he pulled away and took off down the hall. Danny really hoped that would be true.

He took a few more seconds to breathe before heading back in.

“So what’d you say to spook him?” Danny jokingly asked upon returning to find Dani rifling through his snack drawer. “Y’know, other than calling me ‘dad’,” The gremlin stopped her rummaging for a second to stare up at him and shrug.

“Hey, it’s technically true and it’s funny,” she said, stuffing a bag of chocolate into her hoodie pocket and sitting back to tear into a bag of chex mix.

Danny raised an eyebrow and flopped down next to her on the floor. “Maybe for you,” he whined, reaching for a handful of the snack, “You’re not the one who’s a teenage parent.”

“Sucks to suck,” the annoyance replied, jerking the bag away from his outstretched hand. “And for your information,” she started, pointing a pretzel at him for emphasis, “I didn’t say anything. I was merely asking the man what his intentions with my genetic template were- which i guess were obvious based on what I just walked in on,” she shivered at the thought, ‘’Then he got a text or something and left,” She shrugged and threw the pretzel in her mouth before dumping the rest of the bag after it.

Dani looked thoughtfully into the empty bag before crumpling it up and throwing it at the waste bin across the room. It hit the wall next to the bin and bounced to the floor. They both stared at it laying there before Dani begrudgingly got up to throw it away properly.

Danny let the back of his head hit the floor as he closed his eyes. It was comforting that Jason’s departure hadn’t been about Dani showing up, however it was still worrying. The last- and only other time- Jason had left in such a hurry Danny hadn't heard from him for days. The man insisted he was fine and it was just a work thing but still…

“So what’s his deal anyway?” Dani asked, settling back down with a fresh bag of popcorn and a small green container. Danny looked at her, confused, as she dumped the green powder into the popcorn bag and shook it. Evidently she caught his questioning stare because she actually held out the bag for him. “It’s that ecto-cheese powder I was talking about. Dunno why it was under your bed, but it tastes fine to me.” Danny tentatively took a handful of the bright green popcorn. It wasn’t the color that was concerning, but moreso the ‘cheese’ part, like who the fuck puts cheese on popcorn? Visionaries apparently. He tried going back for another handful but Dani kicked him. The little brat (/affectionate).

“So?” Dani prompted as he nursed his wound.

“So what?” Danny asked, looking back at her as he reached for a snack of his own.

Dani rolled her eyes. “Jason,” she said plainly, “What’s his deal? Like I can tell he’s at least kinda dead, but like-’ she paused to gesture loosely at the air, “-is he like us or-?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t ask,” he shrugged. Dani raised an eyebrow. “Look, we just- haven’t had that conversation yet. We only just decided on being a legit couple like ten minutes before you showed up. Cut me some slack.”

His clone sighed and threw an unpopped kernel at him. “Fine, but that’s important stuff. And I wanna know the tea, so don’t even think about not telling me.”

Danny laughed and knocked his head against hers. “Sure thing kid. Hey, did I tell you that Vlad offered to get us an apartment?” Dani’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a gasp. Danny watched his own wisp of blue frozen air dissipate as they locked eyes.

“You wanna go see who’s ass we gotta kick?” He asked, mirroring Dani’s grin.

“Fuck yeah! But you’re telling me all about that phone call later.”

“Bet.”

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Pt. 13

[morganski-19]

I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 15: Visitors

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

cw: minor descriptions of violence/physicall assault

Present Day, March 1987

“When are you going to move in,” Sarah asks over the phone.

“Next week, I think. I should get the keys in a few days and then we’ll take some time to get some basic furniture. Then we should be all good.”

Steve was excited for the move. Excited to get out of this house to something he owns. Something he can make his own. A place where he can walk through the door and see himself on the walls. In the furniture. Where it feels like home.

Not just a large house where most of the lights are never on. Suffocating anyone who lives in it.

It’ll be an adjustment. But he’s willing to do it. Ready to do it. He’s been stuck in the same loop for so long, he ready to break it.

“Any word from your parents?”

Steve still feels bad about that. If things went the way he wanted them to, Julie would never have to endure his parents. Over the phone or in person. Knowing her, she’d probably want to sit behind him in court. She’d see them there. But wouldn’t be dealing with him. That’s his job, not hers. Not anyone’s.

He’s been dealing with his parents for his entire life. He’s used to it. Knows how to shut up and say the right things just so the issue is dropped. Most of the time. Sometimes he fights back. Stands up for himself. Just to get knocked back down to the lowest peg possible. But he tries.

Now, it’s a totally different ballgame. They can’t knock him down again, not really. He’s stronger than he was back then. Older. More mature. Has a sense of his own self worth and how it doesn’t revolve around their opinions. They never cared enough to stay, why should he care about their words.

“Uh yeah. They got the papers, last I heard from the courthouse is that they got the response letter. It wasn’t pretty.”

“Well, that was to be expected. Anything else?”

Steve hesitates. “Yeah, um. I sort of got kicked out.”

“What?”

“Yeah, my dad said he wanted me gone. That if I thought I was going to get anything from them anymore I was wrong and can’t keep living here rent free. But they haven’t, like, sent a cop or anything to make sure I’m gone. So, it’s fine. I’m handling it.”

“That’s only because you have an in with the Chief, Steve,” Sarah says sternly. He can picture the frustration on her face. “When did they tell you this?”

“Two weeks ago.”

Sarah swears under her breath. “You’re cutting it close here, Steve.”

“I know,” he says before she can continue. “I know I am. But we’re so close to getting out. Most of our stuff is out of the house except for essentials, and I have people on standby incase they come home. I’m not going into this blind. I know how they are.”

“The minute they show up, the minute that this backup plan gets put into place, you call me immediately.”

Steve knows that Sarah’s just planning for the worst possible outcome. That it’s better to plan for things that might never happen than to scramble for a solution. He doesn’t want to think of the worst. Deep down, there’s a strong feeling that it’s actually going to happen.

Because he does know them. He knows how they will want to fight. They don’t want to do it at all. Threats have gotten them out of trouble before, it shouldn’t be any different now. Only Steve wasn’t giving up. Giving in. He separated himself from them enough that their words don’t mean shit anymore.

At least that’s how he’ll act. In court, he’ll tell the judge the truth, not caring what their going to say as a rebuttal. The way they’ll tear him down as much as they can. It won’t affect him then, but Steve has no way of knowing how it will affect him behind closed doors.

Despite everything, someone deep inside him craves for their approval. Their attention. That person has been getting satisfaction knowing that he’s getting it somehow. The same person that threw large parties just to get the cops called. Just to see if they would show up again. Give him a phone call. Steve wants to ignore that part of him, but it’s there.

That same part of him will probably cry when this is all over. Knowing that his parents are done with him forever. That they think the worst of him. Their opinion shouldn’t matter. It still does sometimes.

“I promise I will,” Steve assures.

“Good.” Sarah hangs up without another word.

Steve’s relationship with his parents has always been complicated. He knew that. Everyone knew that. There was a small hope that if he just acted right, did all the right things, the relationship would become less complicated. Less strained. He’d be their son the way other sons were. Not just a trophy to sit on a shelf, but something more. It never became that, no matter how hard he tried.

So he stopped trying, and look where he is now.

. . .

Julie was putting her plate in the sink when a car pulled into the driveway. Steve’s head turned to the door, wondering who it is. He never does that. People come and go here all the time, normally Eddie since he has a car. Robin if she gets him to pick her up on the way.

But Steve never turns his head when it’s them. Like he has some sort of sixth sense when it comes to random people showing up at his door. Always knowing who it is before he sees them. This is different.

Still, Julie doesn’t pay much thought on it. It’s probably just one of them. Or maybe one of the kids had their parents drive them over. It’s nothing.

Until they hear the garage door start to open. No one ever uses the garage.

Steve’s body tightens. Standing straighter that he normally does.  He abandons his dish in the sink, walking toward the door leading to the garage. On attention. Waiting for something to pounce.

She’s never seen him like this before.

When he returns to the kitchen, there’s a frightened look in his eye. One that immediately makers her heart start to pound faster. It can’t be that bad. What can scare him into looking like this? Spine tied up with a string. Stance ready to start running. Afraid. He’s so afraid.

His mouth opens to say something as a car door slams. A rage filled voice traveling across the house. Enough that she can place who’s it is, even after only hearing it once. Steve’s fear matches in her eyes.

“Steve, who’s here?” Her voice waivers.

Without saying a word, Steve gently grabs her arm and brings her to the sliding door. “You can’t be here right now. They can’t know you’re here.”

“Steve,” she asks again.

He slides the door open, the evening air making her shiver. “The Byers house isn’t that far through the woods. You remember going there for Christmas Eve, right? Go straight about thirty feet, then make a right and keep walking.”

“Steve.”

The door starts to open, and the voices fill the other room. Steve’s eyes dart towards the sound before landing back on her. Only making her more scared.

“I’ll be there within an hour with the rest of our stuff. But it will be worse if they see you’re here. I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“Steve,” she pleads for him to slow down.

“You got it. Go to the loose fence behind the pool house and then walk straight a little bit. Then make a right and keep going. You’ll see their house after a while. Take this.” He reaches for the walkie on the kitchen table. Messing with the dial. “When you get to the woods, call for a code red. It won’t go to everyone, just to them. I’ll be there when I can.”

Before Julie can say anything else, Steve pushes her out the door and shuts it behind her. Sliding the lock into place.

Heavy breaths fill her lungs, burning slightly with the chilled air. She looks at Steve though the glass. Face frantically asking for an explanation. Trying to convince her the one she has is wrong. They can’t be here right now.

“Go, please,” Steve mouths through the glass. Terrified.

Julie turns. Walking to the pool house. Finding the loose panels of the fence and pulls them to the side. The same way she would do when she would sneak into this backyard. When she lived in that other house and would do anything not to be there.

Steve’s instructions replay in her mind. Walk straight for a bit, about thirty feet. Maybe more. The turn right and keep walking until you see the house. Call for a code red. Julie looks at the walkie in her hand before she presses the button. Seeing how her hand in shaking.

“Copy,” a man’s voice comes through the speaker. Julie unable to place it right now. “I’ll wait outside for you. If you don’t see the porch light, look for the flashlight. Call again if you get lost.”

Julie turns to the house again. The light click on in Steve’s room. He shouldn’t be much longer. There’s not much else to grab. He should be right after her.

She thinks about waiting. But she already called. They’ll get worried if she doesn’t show up.

Her mind can’t stop racing as she walks. Sun setting slowly as it becomes harder to see the ground. Squinting to make sure she doesn’t trip on a root or branch.

Did Steve’s parents really show up? Just unannounced. That part wasn’t as surprising when she thought about it. They seemed like the people to do that. Steve mentioned that they might come home. She didn’t believe it then. She barely believed it now.

He was right. They showed up at the worst possible time. Give it another week and they would have been out of there anyway. But no, they just had to show up today.

The rage of Steve’s father’s voice rings in her head. The threats on the phone call finding their way back to her mind. What would they do when they saw he was still there? He wanted the two of them gone, that didn’t happen. Not yet. It was happening, but something told Julie that wouldn’t matter. In their heads, Steve disobeyed them. Again.

. . .

Steve watches Julie round the pool house before he turns away. Knowing that she’s going to a safe place, that no matter what the Byers’ will take care of her. His safety, he’s not so sure about. Anger fills his dad fast, and it’s already bubbling over with the sight of the Beemer still sitting in the driveway. Or the fact that there’s lights on in the house.

He’s about to see his parents for the first time in two years. And he’s terrified.

Everything slows down like one of the horror movie scenes. Where the footsteps thump down the hall while the protagonist just stands and waits like an idiot. Waiting for it to strike. They don’t seem like such idiots anymore. Steve knows how feet can feel glued to the floor, but it has a whole new meaning now.

His back is straight, chest puffed out in a way that makes him look bigger than he is. Anything to make him more menacing than his father’s glare. Or fist. Or whatever is coming his way as his father finds his way to the kitchen.

For the first time in two years, Steve looks at his father’s face. Disgusted how much it looks like his. A constant reminder of where he comes from, no matter how hard he tries. Rage filled eyes meet Steve’s, waiting for him to make the first move. All he does is cross his arms, clench his jaw. Trap his father in a glare. He’s not speaking until he has to.

“Steven,” his mother breaks the silence. “We were not expecting you.”

She always tried to keep the peace between them. To try and keep in his father’s rage. It rarely worked. But she tried. It was the one thing Steve commended her for. Deep down, he felt bad for her. Trapped in an unhappy marriage having to follow after Richard just to make sure he didn’t cheat. But that still meant leaving him, and she didn’t call enough for him to forgive for that.

“No, we were not,” Richard finally speaks, voice tense. “What are you still doing here?” Considering you are no longer welcome in this house, that is.

His father can’t even speak his name. Steve debates walking past right up to his room. Filling the last tote bag before doing the same with the rest of Julie’s stuff. Walking out without an explanation. His father raises his eyebrow with a tilt to his head. Awaiting an explanation.

Instead, Steve decides to gloat. “I’m actually just waiting for the keys to my house. Didn’t want the neighbors to think you left your son to sleep in his car. That wouldn’t be so nice to the reputation, wouldn’t it, dad.” He continues to glare at his father, not backing down.

His father lets out a condescending laugh. “If you were so concerned about reputation, then we wouldn’t have to go to court. Would we, Steven? Instead, you think that you deserve some kind of justice. After all we’ve done for you.”

It’s Steve’s turn to laugh. “What did you do for me exactly?”

“Put a roof over your head, make sure there was money to put food on the table. Give you a car, clothes, expensive gifts. See you through high school, pay for your sports equipment. Everything you have is because we gave it to you.” Richard’s voice raises, almost yelling. Almost.

Steve resists a flinch when the last word booms through the room. Instead of saying another word, he side-steps his parents, heading upstairs. Flicking on the light in his room, stuffing as much of his stuff into a tote bag. His room already looks bare except for the sheet and the stupid car poster on his wall.

His mother appears in his doorway moments later, a more silent argument ready to be said. Until she sees the walls. “You painted?” she gasped.

“I did. Hope you don’t mind. I won’t be here much longer anyway. You can turn it back into what it was.”

A sickened smile forms on his mother’s face. “You never told me you wanted to change your room. We could have done it together.”

Meaning that she could have changed it while he watched. Hating how it would have turned out no matter what the product was. His mother never listened to him anyway.

“Well, you were never here long enough to change it, so I just did it myself.” He smiles to himself when his mother’s smile twitches. Knowing that his words stung.

The tote bag gets slung over his shoulder as he pushes past her. Leaving her to look at her ruined masterpiece as he packs up Julie’s room. Pulling out the tote bag she has underneath her bed and putting away the few essentials that she had left. Taking out another to shove her clothes into.

His mother gasps as she sees the paint over these walls as well. This room in particular being her favorite guest room. “What have you done?”

“Painted. Like I said.” He continues to fill the second tote bag.

Richard finds his way up the stairs, done waiting for Steve. Eyes landing on the desk where the picture of Julie and her mother rests. Steve grabs it before he can, gently placing it in the tote bag. Throwing some clothes around it so it doesn’t break.

“Has someone been living in here?” his father asks, not willing to admit he recognized the woman in the picture.

Steve takes a deep breath. “Oh no one special. Just your daughter.”

His parents stiffen at the same time. Bringing a sly smile to Steve’s face.

“I don’t have a daughter,” his mother says with feigned confidence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to him.” He meets his father’s eyes again. “I was talking about Julie.”

As fast the smile formed of Steve’s face, it’s smacked off. Cheek stinging with the contact of his father’s hand. His mother gasps, scolding her husband. Knowing nothing would stop him from doing it again. Steve grabs the desk chair, using it to balance him as he gets his bearings. Waits for the ringing in his ear to calm down, for the breath to return to his lungs.

“You are never to speak that name again,” Richard commands. “She is nothing.”

“Julie is not nothing.” Steve manages to stand, only to have to grip the chair again when Richard’s fist makes contact again. Lip darting out to taste the blood coming from his split lip. A short laugh escapes as he stands, planting his feet stronger this time. “You really thought I’d never figure out about her.”

“You think you are so tough, don’t you, Steven. Changing your room, getting a job, housing someone you don’t know. All of that you could do because of me. All of that you are going to lose. What will come of you when you don’t have us paying for everything anymore? When you can’t come crawling back to us when life gets hard.”

Steve manages to stand again. Plants his feet the way he’s learned to. Treating his father like every other monster he’s faced. Wishing that there was a bat in his hand to twirl around. Make a show of protecting himself.

He doesn’t need it this time. Richard might pretend to be strong and menacing, but he’s just a person. Who got a few good hits in because Steve wasn’t prepared for them. He is now.

“You would know something about housing someone you don’t know. You’ve been housing me for twenty years.”

Richard’s arm raises again, but Steve was ready for it this time. Catching his wrist before it can contact Steve’s face. It surprises the both of them, but Steve doesn’t let his guard down. His eyes dart to his mother, who hides just barely behind Richard. Laura was never one for confrontation, and now he’s something more than just her son. Now he’s a threat.

“I am more than what you think I am. I changed my room because I never liked the old one. Because I should feel welcome in my childhood home. I got the job because if my hard work, not because of my name. I gave Julie a home because she is my sister, that is a fact. And because her and I have something in common. Our father knows nothing about us.”

“Let go of me, Steven.” For the first time, Richard is the one with fear in his eyes.

“Are you going to hit me again?” Steve tightens his grip.

Richard shakes his head. “No, no I’m not. Don’t do anything rash here, Steven.”

Steve lets go of Richard’s wrist with a swing, letting it slam back into him. “I go by Steve, but you both always ignored that anyway. I’m not some kid you get to push around anymore, no matter how hard you’ll try. You might think I’m stupid for staying here after you told me to get out, you might think what I’m doing is pointless. But I’m not doing all of this for me anymore, I’m doing it for me and for Julie. Because while you thought she was just something you could pay to never think about again, you missed out on a pretty great kid.”

He takes a deep breath. “But I guess you’re used to that. You missed out on the kid you kept around. Even if you weren’t here to see me grow up. I hope it all was worth it. It was a lot of hell for me.”

Steve grabs the tote bags, slinging one over each shoulder and the other in his hand. Taking a moment to realize that this is the last time he’ll ever set foot in this house. It’ll no longer be his home. It should be sadder than it is. There were many good memories among the bad that happened here. But he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. It’s not over yet, but he’s free of one of his chains.

“You going to let me leave? Not like you want me here anyway.”

Neither of them moves. Not ready to admit they lost.

“Where are you going to go?” Laura asks like she cares. She might, but it was too little too late at this point.

“You don’t get to know that.”

Laura lowers her head in a nod, accepting. Steve pushes his way past them and down the stairs. Finding his keys.

Richard follows him down, not willing to give up. “Don’t think you can have the car, we paid for that. It’s ours.”

Steve laughs, undoing a keychain Robin made him from the ring. “I know, was just getting this off.” He tosses Richard the keys. “There you go. House key is on there too, so you won’t have to bother about me coming back.”

He grabs his flashlight from the hall closet before opening the door. Sparing one last look at his parents, to find anything that shows remorse. All he sees is Richard’s hard stare and Laura’s sorry eyes. Nothing calling him to stay.

So he leaves.

. . .

Julie was lucky she didn’t get lost. She followed the directions and, after a while, saw the porch light. The last bit of sunlight helps her get the rest of the way there. Illuminating the path just slightly so she doesn’t trip.

“Hey,” a voice says from beside her, making her jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Julie turns to see the Chief holding a flashlight, the light pointing towards her. “I think you would have even if I knew you were there.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside. It’s getting cold out here.” Hopper steps in front of her, leading her the rest of the way.

Joyce is waiting for them in the house. Getting up from the couch when they open the door. “You’ve been out there for a while. I was getting worried. Oh honey, you’re shaking, are you cold?”

Julie looks down at her hands, seeing them shake. She doesn’t feel cold. More in shock than anything. Afraid of something she’s never really experienced. Only hearing his voice once over the phone. That was enough to spark fear. Not for her, but for Steve.

It was all she could think about when she was walking. What Steve was going to face when his parents saw that he wasn’t there. If they saw what they did to their rooms. If they saw her.

She agreed it was probably best that she wasn’t there. It would have probably made it all ten times worse. But leaving Steve alone in that house, with them. It felt like a bad idea.

He can take care of himself, she knew that. That didn’t stop her from feeling like she should be there. Be a barrier to stop them from hurting him. In whatever way they were going to. Maybe if there was a witness, he could leave without a fight.

“Julie, sweetie, are you ok?” Joyce’s warm voice breaks through her thoughts.

Julie tries to say something, but nothing comes out. It hits her all at once how scared she was for him.

“What time is it?” she asks.

Joyce checks the clock in the living room. “Just about seven thirty, why?”

Julie left a little after seven. So, assuming Steve left right after her, he should be here soon. And if he left a bit later, he should be here by eight. That’s if nothing went wrong. If they didn’t get into an argument. Or he didn’t get lost.

“He said he’d get here within the hour. So by eight. If nothing happened. Do you think something will happen?” Her voice can’t help but shake.

Joyce makes a face that is supposed to help but doesn’t. Full of sympathy, but one of no answers. “I’m not sure. But whatever it is, he’ll be fine. I know he will.”

“And if he isn’t?” Julie keeps seeing the small person that Steve becomes when he talks to his father. How the light drains out of him, and he becomes a shell of the person he is. His father isn’t even in person and can do that. What will happen when he is in person?

“He will be,” Joyce assures. “How about you come in, sit down. Can I get you anything? Water, hot chocolate?”

Julie lets herself be led to the living room. “Water would be nice.”

“Alright. El here if you want to see her, have someone to sit with.”

“Yeah, yes. I would like that.”

Joyce smiles at her. “Ok, I’ll go get her for you. Jim.” She nods her head toward the kitchen before heading down the hall.

Hopper brings her a glass of water, which she takes. Taking a sip before setting it on the table, seeing how her hands still shake. Joyce comes back down the hall motioning for Hopper to join her in the kitchen. Leaving Julie alone in the living room. Until El comes to sit next to her.

“Joyce told me about what happened,” she says softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“He used to hit my mom,” Julie blurts out. “He used to hit my mom when they were together, and she made him angry. Steve made him angry. I know he did. He called the house last week and, and kicked us out. And we didn’t leave yet, because we couldn’t. Steve doesn’t get the keys for a few more days. What if he hits Steve, too?”

El’s hands find hers, holding them together to calm the shaking. Julie turns her head to meet El’s eyes. Seeing an expression that feigns strength but fear still rests in her eyes. She’s scared for Steve too.

“I have known Steve for longer that you have. I know how strong he is, how brave he is. He will be ok. I promise.” There’s a certainty in her words.

Somehow, Julie believes her. “Ok. Ok, yeah. Yeah. He’ll be ok.”

“Would you like a hug?”

Julie nods. Her breath starting to even out again, the adrenaline keeping her tears at bay failing.

El opens her arms and leans forward to give Julie a hug. Julie takes it with a choked sob, tears starting to fall. El pats her back awkwardly, not quite sure what to do but it’s helping. With a few deep breaths, Julie’s able to pull herself together. Pulling away from El to wipe the tears from her eyes. She won’t be ok until Steve shows up, but she’s better. For now.

“Thanks, that helped.”

El smiles. “Good. Do you want to watch something while we wait? Keep your mind off of it?”

“Yeah, sure.”

El clicks on the tv, finding a channel with some reruns that Julie doesn’t pay attention to. Her mind is still on Steve. Knowing that the there’s no sunlight left to guide the way, and he has no walkie to let her know when she’s coming. Yet she still grips the one resting in her lap. Hoping by some miracle she hears Steve’s voice through the staticky connection and knows he’s ok.

But nothing comes through. The only noise filling the house is the tv, and the not so silent whispering between Joyce and the Chief in the kitchen. After a while, Hopper heads back outside with the flashlight, walkie stuffed in his jacket pocket. He’s going to look for Steve.

It feels like forever before there’s a knock at the door. Making Julie sit up straighter. Joyce emerges from the kitchen to open it. A very winded Steve behind the door, tote bags slung over his shoulder and flashlight in hand.

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes while catching his breath. “I had to go the long way.”

Joyce ushers him in. Steve barely gets a chance to put the bags down before Julie’s on her feet and pulling him into a hug.

“You’re ok.”

“Yeah, I’m ok. Did you get here ok, I know I kind of freaked you out.”

Julie lets go. “Freaked me out. Steve, you terrified the shit out of me. After the phone call last week and the little I knew about him I,” she pauses when she sees his split lip. “He hit you?”

Steve touches his lip. “Yeah, he, uh, he did. But I’m ok. I’ve had far worse than this.”

“You say that like it makes it ok. It doesn’t.”

He looks down with a shake of his head. “I know it doesn’t.”

“He really hit you because you didn’t leave.” Julie can’t seem to wrap her head around the idea. But then, she would never hit someone for any reason. Let alone that.

Steve clears his throat. “Sort of. Why don’t you go sit with El for a bit, I have to talk to Joyce for a second.”

She gives him a confused look, knowing he didn’t answer her question fully. But she still goes to sit on the couch again. Him and Joyce go to the kitchen, speaking in whispers. Something tells her that reason he was attacked was because of her.

. . .

Joyce uses her walkie to let Hopper know that Steve is at the house. She gets him a glass of water and makes him sit down, looking at his lip.

“It’s really not that bad. You and I both know this is the least beat up I’ve ever been after a fight.”

She sits down in the chair across from him. “You should listen to Julie. That still doesn’t make it ok.”

He looks down at his hands. “I know. Just easier to think of it that way. Out of all the things he’s done, he’s never hit me before.”

Hopper comes into the kitchen, sitting down next to Joyce. “You ok, kid?”

Steve shakes his head. “I will be, just need a second. Thanks for making sure she got here. Making sure she was safe. I didn’t know what would happen if he saw her there. Just knowing that she was there at all was the reason why,” he can’t finish the sentence.

“Of course. You both can stay here as long as you need to,” Joyce offers.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Hopper crosses his arms. “You could press charges if you wanted, make your case a little stronger.”

“It’s my word against his, and my mom will never speak out against him.” She never did before, why would it change now. “Can I use your phone, I need to make some calls.”

Joyce nods and Steve heads to the phone in the hall. Pulling out Sarah’s number from his pocket. Dialing it with a deep breath. She wouldn’t be happy with this.

She wasn’t. Cursing Steve through the phone with an “I told you so”. But grateful that Julie is safe, grateful that he is too. She gives him a day before she’ll say anything. Give him time to make it look like Julie was just at an extended sleepover. For them to move. He thanks her just before she hangs up.

Robin is next. Takes a second to make sure he’s ok before cursing out his dad. Offering to go over there herself and give him a piece of her mind. He tells her it’s a bad idea, she disagrees, but still says she will keep it all for when she sees him in court. That way there will be witnesses. She makes sure he’s ok, offers to come over. Steve assures that he’s fine and will talk to her again in the morning.

The last person is Eddie. Steve already knows how he’ll react, but still hopes he won’t freak out that much.

“Where are you right now?” he asks after Steve fills him in.

“The Byers. It was the closest place that was safe.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Steve holds the phone closer to his mouth. “Eds, really. You don’t have to come over.”

“Like hell I don’t.” Eddie hangs up before Steve can protest anymore.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want to see Eddie right now. That if knowing that his boyfriend was willing to drop everything just to be there with him right now didn’t bring him comfort. Part of him didn’t want Eddie to see him like this, though. Fragile, partially homeless. Taken a few hits to the face.

As if Eddie hasn’t seen Steve beat up before. Pretty much all of Hawkins has, it’s a reoccurring event. But those times were different. It was because of his own idiocy or protecting someone. This was at the hands of someone that already caused him more pain than he should have gone through. He didn’t know how to admit that he got hit for no reason.

He heads back to the kitchen, tells them that Eddie’s coming over. They don’t say much, but have a knowing look in their eye. One that scares the hell out of him, but makes him feel seen at the same time. Steve could be himself in this house. Around these people. It wasn’t even his, and it felt more like home than he’s ever known.

“I never asked if you were ok,” Steve says as he sits down next to Julie. “Are you?”

Julie shrugs. “As ok as I can be I guess.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Did he hit you because of me?” Julie asks after a pause.

Steve would do anything to lie to her right now. To dart around the question and make up some excuse. Knowing her, she would see right through it. She didn’t need him lying to add to tonight. But would it be better for her to know the truth?

There’s a knock at the door before Steve can try to answer. He thinks it’s for the best. Enough has happened for one night.

He stands when Joyce opens the door. Almost getting pushed out of the way when Eddie sees Steve in the living room. They meet in a hug, Steve feeling more relieved that he thought he would.

“Those jackasses couldn’t have waited a few more days before they finally came home. They had to do it while you were still there.”

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Yeah well, they never had the best timing.”

Eddie notices the cut on his lip when he pulls back from the hug. Eyes filling with anger. “I’m actually going to get arrested for murder this time.”

“Eds, it’s really not that bad.”

“Not that bad.” Eddie’s voice raises. “Not that bad, Steve. You have a fucking split lip. Your eye is puffy.”

Steve tries to calm Eddie down, still conscious of the people around them. Trying not to make it look too revealing. “It could be worse.”

He sees Joyce say something to the girls that gets them to leave and head down the hall. Leaving him and Eddie alone in the living room.

“How hard did he hit you? Can you hear me alright? What about your vision, nothing’s blurry. You can still see fine?” Eddie clocks when they leave, grabbing Steve’s head with both his hands, assessing the damage.

Steve tries to pull Eddie’s hands away, make this less of a big deal. “I can hear and see fine. He didn’t hit me hard enough to do anything. I’ve had worse, it’s the least concerning thing that’s happened in the last few hours.”

“Your father, a grown man, assaulted you. His son. And you think there are more concerning things that happened in the last few hours.” Eddie’s face falls. “Just because you’re an adult when he hit you doesn’t make it better.”

“I know that,” he admits. Starting to feel the weight of everything finally sink in. “I just don’t know how to process it all right now. Tonight’s been a lot and I just need a minute, a day, I don’t know. Something. I just can’t think about that right now.”

“Ok,” Eddie says softly. “Ok. Then we won’t talk about it anymore. When every you’re ready. Does it hurt though, do you need ice or anything? Last thing, I promise.”

Steve shakes his head. “No, no. It’s ok. I’m ok right now.”

Eddie nods. Kissing Steve before pulling him into another hug.

Just when Steve gets his life together, it all falls apart again. Or at least feels like it. In just a few days, the pieces will be put back into place. His life will get back on schedule. His schedule. Where he can move into a house that he bought, with his own money. To a job that he got, by himself. And life that has nothing to do with his last name.

Even if the court date is a few months away, and he’ll have to see his parents again. But after that, he’ll never have to interact with them again. He will be permanently free.

Right now. He’s trying to hold it all together. Making his brain slow down to give himself a minute to breath. Before the crushing reality of all that just happened presses down on his chest. And they’ll take hold of his mind again. Just for a little while, then he’ll break free again.

Joyce insists they stay the night. Explaining how Julie is already set up in El’s room, and how the two of them can take the pull-out couch. Just like that, with no explanation needed. Or excuses. Maybe Steve could tell everyone about them soon.

It’s still early when everyone goes to bed. Just wanting the day to be over, even if they’re not tired. But the comfort of darkness lets Eddie scoot closer, hold Steve a little tighter. Make him feel put together even though he’s slowly starting to fall apart.

Tomorrow is a new day. With plenty of problems to be solved and conversations to be had. Telling the rest of the group to stay clear of his old house and change his contact information with a few people. Try to get the keys a few days earlier.

Tonight is meant for sleep. To float around and exist without anything pressing his mind. Wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arms and feel comfort for a brief moment. Until his looks in the mirror again and see the healing cut on his lip, and the slight bruise on his cheek. Almost fall apart all over again until he pulls himself back together. Each time a little weaker than the last until he finally breaks.

It’s so easy to fall back into old habits. To bottle everything up for the sake of other. For the sake of himself. Steve really can’t process everything right now. It would sting more that it already does. So, it gets pushed away. Until he’s ready to face it again.

He only hopes that time will be sooner than most. So he doesn’t blow up at someone that’s undeserving. Saying something he can’t take back.

But right now, he doesn’t need to think about that. Right now he needs to sleep.

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[dangerous-realms]

@violentemperor

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At her home, the Saiyaness known as Kolra had just finished putting the two children to bed. Both of then snuggled up under what would keep them warm during the tempature drop of the Sadalian night. With a little smile, she would close the door to Rucos room, only leaving it open a crack just incase they needed something; and walking to the living room to relax. How long had it been since the day someone attempted to take the little snow haired infant? How long had it been since Kefla had been arrested for killing the prick who tried to make off with the defenseless baby? She hadn't kept count as she was more concerned about making sure Lucy was comfortable and making sure her stay here was like when Kefla went away on longer missions, but she could tell the baby missed her father.

With a sigh she would sit on the sofa and take off the headband she wore to keep her bangs out of her face, a hand running through her hair thick black hair as she leans back and looks up at the ceiling with dark orange hues. It had been somewhat stressful since Kefla had been arrested, for some unhelpful reason her ex had been trying to get back into her life after a year and a half of him being out of it. Claiming he had the right to see his son when in reality, she believed he had none after how absent he was during her pregnancy with Ruco; not even bothering to show up to his birth. She would be damned of that man would ever lay eyes on her innocent child, she'd rather go to prison for beating his ass nearly to death then let him see Ruco.

But for now there was something to stress about more; the thought of Kefla being sentenced to do prison time. What would happen with Lucy if such had happened? Kolra wasn't her legal guardian and only the cosmos know how long it would take to file the paperwork to adopt her. Kefla had only told her that Lucy's parents had abandoned her at no less then six months of age, she couldn't bare to think of how the young child would feel getting suddenly tossed into and orphanage; she had a gut feeling Lucy probably wouldn't thrive in the rumored bad conditions of those places.

She would shake her head, it was no good to think of such negative things, the last thing the children needed was her bad worry affecting them. Kids were surprisingly sensitive to the moods of their caregivers from what she had read. For now, she would just hope Kefla would return.

"Wherever you are, Kefla. I wish you luck and I hope to see you soon."

[murphy-kitt]

Tabletop - Ectoberhaunt Day 6

AO3 Link (TBA)

Tags: Angst, Blood and Injury

Angela Foley seeks out Phantom to get a deeper introspection on him than the invincible hero the media portrays him as.

Whenever Phantom appears on the television screen, Angela has to look away.

She can’t help it.

A majority of the time the news will be broadcasting a segment about the newest ghost fight, as if—as if it’s some sort of action shot for a sequence.

As if it’s not a clearly dead teenager being thrown into buildings, sliced at, shot at, on a daily basis. 

Perhaps her eyes are more observant to it — being a nurse for over fifteen years, with a teenager son of a similar age to the spectre. Possibly a mix of both.

But Phantom—does he have anyone?

Just because he’s a ghost doesn’t mean he can’t have communications—of course he might choose to keep them anonymous. Amity Park’s media can be a powerful thing.

Does he have anyone to tend to his wounds? Anyone who will sit down and support him, listen to him in his lament of a rescue gone wrong? Anyone who prevents him from believing the hurtful insults that get thrown at him each day?

Something in the pit of her stomach tells her he doesn’t.

A few days later — she finds her opportunity.

She finds him in an alleyway. The ectoplasm is a seeping, neon trail across the ground, some handprints smeared on brick to where it collects in a big pool. Phantom’s slumped just behind it, curled up in a tiny ball, one hand clenched to his chest, eyes closed.

It’s not the blood-ectoplasm that alarms her, it never is. Her job has managed to render her unafflicted at even the most fatal bleeding. No.

It’s Phantom himself. Yes, she’s been aware of his childlike appearance and the media’s desensitisation to his injuries, but now it’s different. Inhaling deeply, Angela takes in his appearance. Up close, the reality hits her. Phantom is just a child.

A child that is so far out of his depth, now crumpled and tossed into an alleyway like a discarded piece of paper. As if he’s nothing. And Phantom, well, he’s none the wiser, green eyes searching the alleyway dazedly. As if this is just a common occurrence, and Angela supposes it is for him. 

She watches him a bit longer. Perhaps this type of treatment even transcended to his former life, when he was alive. Maybe it’s all he’s ever known. Maybe…she’s the first person to consider him the way she does. A child in need of help. Not some sort of revelled superhero.

“Wha??” Phantom blinks though bleary eyes as he catches her in his eyesight. He grips the floor and wriggles, but fails in pulling himself back. His body turns blueish for a few brief seconds, before he hisses in pain, clutching his wound.

The ectoplasm trickles faster now.

“Please, Phantom. I’m not here to hurt you.” She reassures quickly, incase he tries another escaping act.

He blinks again, eyes flaring a poisonous green. Whether in shock or a warning, she can’t tell.

Hesitantly she steps forward, pulling her handbag from her shoulder. It’s always got an array of bandages and stitches just incase she stumbles into a situation like this. As she does, Phantom seems to wither, pulling his hand away and showing the extent of the injury. Angela can still feel the searing gaze on her, though.

But it’s all the sign she needs to get to work. Angela focuses, examining the wound up and down. Instinctively, her hand goes to Phantom’s neck, trying to feel for a pulse under the cold skin, to see if the blood loss has any affect.

“Imma ghost…” Phantom slurs, trying to push her hand away.

And Angela would be inclined to agree, if she hadn't just felt a sluggish pulse under her hand.

A ghost having a pulse? She blanches at the thought, taking out a gauze packet from her bag. With trembling hands she undoes the wrapper, pressing the fabric to his chest. And now at a further glance, the ectoplasm has specks of red.

Why does he have a pulse? Is this why he’s so…different? Is he alive? Possessing someone?

To Angela’s relief, the trickle of ectoplasm begins to settle, the gauze now steeped with green and rusty-red flecks.

“You might be a…ghost.” She says, trying to cover the hesitation, “But you still deserve help, Phantom.”

“No-one ever does.” the ghost mumbles incoherently, shifting his head sideways to look at the concrete floor. “No-one helps a ghost like me.”

A ghost like him? Are there different species of ghost?

“Well, I’m here. And I want to help you, I promise.” Angela removes the gauze from the wound, trying to not show her trembling hands as she takes a needle and suture thread.

“I know.” Phantom’s gaze averts to her shyly before looking back at the concrete. “You’re a nurse.”

“W—what?” Her shock prevails as she nearly drops the needle, “How’d you know that?”

“Uh—uh.” Phantom seems to go even paler than before, his hands now more interesting than focusing on her. “You were there when I saved that girl, remember? You were in the ambulance.”

Angela does remember it, yes. The first time she’d interacted with Phantom up close, and the time she'd realised he wasn’t an invincible hero. The time she’d started looking closer.

“Is she okay?” After a short silence, Phantom sheepishly questions, “The girl?”

“Yes.” Angela nods, keen to alleviate his worry, “She was in hospital overnight and had a few grazes dressed, but she was fine.”

“That’s good.” The ghost hmms in response, flinching fully when she inserts the needle through his skin.

“Sorry. I should’ve warned you.” Angela frowns. “The needle is going through now. Tell me if you need to stop.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” He brushes it off, waving a hand absentmindedly.

“How often do you stitch yourself up?” She inquires, wondering if he’ll respond. Phantom is very enigmatic, after all.

“Hmm. A lot. Don’t really have anyone else, you see?” Phantom shrugs, wincing as he does so. “I don’t want them to see how bad the injuries are so I do them myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to suffer like this.” The words spurt out without meaning to, leaving Phantom blinking owlishly at her.

”What—what do you mean?” He treads carefully, gnawing the corner of his lip.

“It might be normal to you Phantom, and don’t start with ‘I’m a ghost’, you shouldn’t be getting injuries like this, bleeding out yourself. You’re barely, what, fifteen?” “Fourteen.” He ducks his head away, “And it’s not like I’ve got a choice.”

Angela nearly drops the needle for a second time. God, only fourteen. Her son’s age. She wonders what age Phantom would be now, how long ago he died.

But he’s still got a heartbeat. She remembers the faint pulse under her fingertips. What does that mean? Is he still alive and no one knows?

The curiosity within Angela to find out this medical anomaly is dying to get free, but she bites her tongue. If Phantom wanted this known, then he would’ve told her or made the knowledge known to Amity.

In fact, something like this would probably get him in more danger, wouldn’t it? An anomaly. A rarity.

Instead, she follows the olive branch Phantom’s given her.

”Why do you feel like you don’t have a choice?” Two more stitches. She’s nearly done.

”Have you seen the other ghost hunters? The GIW?! I mightn’t get along with the other ghosts well but no one deserves that treatment. And the Fenton’s—well, the inventions are good but they hunt only a fraction of the attacks. I’m always there first.”

He's right. It pains to think, but it's true. Phantom is always there, every second of every fight. And if the pulse indicates anything, it's the possibility of a human life. A teenager sacrificing everything in his own life for Amity's safety. The mention of the other ghosts not liking him is interesting—is it due to his difference that he might be excluded in some way?

You can't think like this, Angela. Falling into the bias like others in Amity have done. See the ghosts as nothing but interesting—specimens—something to watch for entertainment. A hiss of pain stops her right in her tracks. Phantom's shoulders are hunched in further, one hand reaching for where the needle is. 

Where the needle is jauntily stabbing into his skin. Amongst her internal monologue she's gotten distracted.

"It's fine-" Phantom stutters, but Angela shakes her head.

"Not it's not Phantom. I'm supposed to help you, not hurt you."

"I've heard that one before." He quips, giving a quick bark of dry laughter as he tilts his head back. "Not you. Just-people. Before.”

He's vague, and Angela doesn't blame him. The clear implications of his past life are shining right through, the rawness still clear in his put-on laughter. How many times have the quips and sarcasm actually been a coping mechanism? What if that was the cause in the death of a teenage boy?

But there's still one problem. The pulse. He must be still living—to some degree. Or it's a power, a type of ghostly pulse. A ghost-human hybrid sounds ridiculous. 

And if he's still living, that means he's still enduring whatever is happening to him.

"Before?" Angela's mouth goes dry. One final stitch. She ties the thread. "Before you...became a ghost?"

"Yep." Phantom clarifies, propping himself back on shaky elbows. The ectoplasm remnants have dried to his suit, leaving a crystalized waterfall of green down his chest and on the ground. "They were meant to protect me. And I know they mean well—but—but sometimes I just wish they would take one second to actually pause and look. Stop and think instead of jumping into everything. Because I'm right here—I have been for over a year." The ghost hiccups, bringing a glove to glimmering eyes, "I just wish they would look and see me."

"Your parents?" Angela feels a chill go down her spine as she asks the fomented question. Anything involving a ghost's previous life is risky, but it feels wrong to leave him dwindling in the silence.

"Mhm." The ghost nods, slowly dragging his knees to his chest. His green eyes stare off somewhere behind her, contemplating things. "Sometimes I wonder how no one’s noticed. I thought it'd be obvious at first, when I first...became Phantom. I thought they’d connect the dots. But no one ever did. And—and then I realised it was because no one had cared enough about me to bother.”

She doesn't know what to say. Can't say anything. Just sits there and lets the ghost wallow, more green tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I take it they don't know who you are?" Angela inquires, depositing the needle and remaining thread back into her bag. She cringes outwardly. Of course they don't know he's Phantom.

"No." Phantom hiccups, a small flash of a smile on his face. "I thought that'd be pretty obvious." His mood sinks again as he looks at the pavement. "I've come so so close to telling them, telling everyone. But I'm tired. I'm tired and sick of ruining my life—afterlife for this. Tired of being some sort of superhero to everyone, being shot at, injured. I can't take it. I wish I'd never walked into that stupid fucking portal."

His voice tapers off into an angered hiss at the end, but the words are still clear as day.

Portal.

Only one family in Amity had a portal. Only one family in Amity had two bumbling adults who despite being degree level qualified in ectobiology, wouldn't see a ghost if it was haunting their own house. A family which had one son, who a year ago had mysteriously become withdrawn, cold and hesitant. Who'd drawn away from his closest friends and family. 

"Danny?" Angela stutters.

A shaky nod is her only reply.

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A/N: Day 4 and 5 I’ll be writing over the weekend! :) I know this one-shot doesn’t really match the prompt but I’d ran out of prompts which I hadn’t planned something for.

[phoenix-bleh]

It's been forever since I've seen anything about this cookie but can you do kouign amann x female reader?

omgg yesss I absolutely love her and her design!!

Kouign amann x Fem! reader dating hcs

She is a very confident and outgoing cookie. She's a whole girl boss and she makes it known sometimes that what make her charming.

When she found out she was head over heals for you she did everything in her power to make sure her confession for you was perfect.

She got you flowers and a hand written letter explaining how much she loved you. It was really sweet and she was now waiting patiently waiting for your responds.

When you returned her feelings she was absolutely thrilled! She was screaming in excitement. She went to go squeeze the living daylight out of you. She's sorry but she just so happy.

I can think she's a bit overprotective. She knows she may not always be there to protect you, so she offered to teach you some basic self defense.

Just incase you're in danger and she not around for you, you'll be able to keep yourself safe. However if you were in danger and she WAS with you she will most definitely be throwing hands.

She is extremely strong (especially since the sword is almost twice her size) She will gladly pick you up and carry you to anywhere you wanna go.

If you were ever in a state where you couldn't take care of yourself like being sick, she quickly fills in that role for you.

Always make sure you have everything you need and has all the love and attention you deserve.

If you were to do anything for here she is always grateful for your service.

If you made or gave her something as a gift she'll cherish it for ever, even if it was a little note you passed to her. It's to meaningful to her she can't just toss it as if it was nothing!

Always calling you pretty and the most beautiful girl she has ever seen and she really doesn't deserve you, but dang is she lucky to have you as her girlfriend.

Loves to spend any type of time with you. She always remember the memories of you two together and is always happy to make new ones with you.

Displays her love for you in public. She holding on to you and brags to anyone that you two are dating and she's having the best time of her life.

Physical affection is a MUST when it comes to dating her. Always wants cuddles and tries to cuddle with you any chance she gets. Can you really blame her for being clingy though?

When she greets you she gives you hugs and might even lift you and twirl you around from time to time. Than you're drowning in her kisses.

If she ever finds you upset she asking why your crying and who made you cry/upset and goes out to find them. If it wasn't someone's fault she trying her very best to comfort you.

She listens to your vents while she's holding you close to her. She can't bare to see you so upset.

She'll try anyway to make you feel better. She'll cook you your favorite food, and wrapping you in blankets and offers if you want to watch a show or movie.

If not she carry you to bed and cuddles with you the rest of the night.

Sum up she'll do anything to she you smile again<3

[omc-if]

Heyyyaaaaa. I really enjoyed your demo. The story intrigues me alot.

There are a few typos and grammatical errors that need to be polished up but you stated that yourself so i won't harp on that at all.

There were 3 choices that wouldn't work. Incase you weren't aware.

1. Was the very sarcastic reply to Klaus when he remarks on MCs speech.

2. When you ask oliver if he's okay or want to take him to the infirmary i think. One of those.

3. Choosing to follow the shadowy figure at the festival.

Those all didnt show any variables and had errors. But i still enjoyed the story.

I have a few questions, tho don't know if I'm stupid for it. Please bare with me 🤣🫣

1. But who exactly are we marrying? Or is it just any one of the ROs?

2. Is it one you choose at the festival?... bt i doubt that because not everyone is present there...

Or is it a specific heir?

3. And if it is the crown prince, how does that affect us if our MC is male, seeing as they can only be romanced by a female MC.

4. Also how does being the same sex as any of the ROs actually affect us? Is same sex marriage a thing in the world building or are we gonna be forced to marry someone else as a cover up?

5. Can you romance any of the ROs even if they aren't our fiance?? Or do we lock a specific RO in the beginning as a route?

Sorry if it's too much. I just have a lot of questions after reading the demo because i want to know exactly how the routes will work. If some of the questions are spoilery, please leave em out. I'd understand, but I'd like to at least be able to know how exactly the Romance option is gonna play out in the game, seeing as it's such a big part of it. 😇

The explanation on this one is going to be long, bear with me 🤣 and yes I plan to rewrite the demo a whole lot. I'll fix the bugs ASAP when I get home from work.

2. Would it be alright if you send a picture of where you get the bug from Oscar's scene? That'll be helpful, sorry for the inconvenience!

3. As for the shadowy figure in the festival. It is selective on your choices. So yes you'll only see 3/4 choices in the festival.

Also thank you for trying out the demo! I'm glad you somehow liked it, there's no such thing as stupid questions!

1. You can marry any of the ROs

2. Yes it is the one who you will choose at the festival, they're all present! But only Clemence didn't have a POV, the choice for her to be your fiancée is still there though.

3. Régis cannot be entirely romanced by M!MC nor pick in terms of route, but you can have a situationship with him, it does not count as romance though.

4. Same sex marriage is frowned upon, that will be further discussed as I go down the world building but yeah, it will be covered up just not in a 'marry someone else' stand point.

5. Yes you are locking in RO route early game 🙇 and yes you can romance any RO, but the end game will always be the route that you are locked into.

[kame-writes]

Had some questions about the Radiostatic Vampire/Human AU on discord, so thought I'd post them here too incase anyone was interested

Again, this AU is up for grabs just tag me if you use it because I wanna see ^^ This means anyone can use these ideas, pick and choose what to use or discard if you do anything with it. These are just some ideas I had.

I might draw up some designs for this au later.

More info:

Obsessive stalker Vox trying to find Alastor is bordering on insanity, He's been searching for years and only just getting some leads.

The other Vees are annoyed at him, but also worried.

Velvette thinks Alastor is in a cult. She never met him, but gets that vibe from what she's seen and heard from the other two.

Valentino thinks Alastor is a serial killer because of all the disappearances when he shows up. He always gave him the creeps the few times they met. They hated eachother.

Vox probably eventually tracks Alastor down via Husk or Rosie, since they're more in the public eye. He probably also becomes very jealous of Rosie since Alastor keeps in contact with her and not him

He had no idea when they were friends about Alastor being a vampire

Alastor also doesn't need to kill, he can feed off people and leave them alive. He just enjoys the hunting and killing of his prey as a form of sport.

Humans hunt animals for sport and food, and Alastor is a step above humans, so why would there be a difference?

Vampires are able to make people not remember when they feeds off them, either a low-level hypnosis or maybe a venom that causes short-term memory issues

Alastor was probably feeding off Vox the whole time they were friends. Whether long term use of memory alterations or hypnosis affected Vox is unknown

The reason he didn't kill Vox could be either he was useful in some way. Or he was a target to kill, but Alastor realised that he'd be missed, therefore more chance of him getting caught.

Mimzy might be an old friend that Alastor turned into a vampire to save her life, so feels partly responsible for her when she comes to him for help.

Husk Q&A Under the cut

What does Husk being a familiar mean?

So, my basis/reference for vampire familiars are based on 2 different fandoms. 1 The saga of Darren shan books, and 2 the movie Renfield.

Basically, familiars are half-bloods. A vampire gives them enough of their blood to grant them abilities, but not enough to turn them into a vampire themselves. This meams they don't need to drink blood and aren't affected by daylight, they live as an enhanced human, but still need human fuctions ie. Food, drink, temprature control ect. To survive.

My idea was Husk was a human who was tricked/persuaded into making a blood pact to become Alastors familiar, because Alastor needed someone to work for him who could operate in the day and take care of little task for him.

Is he a shapeshifter? / Does he have cat qualities?

This is up to anyone who wants to do something with it honestly, I don't have much ideas involving this. He needs to be human passing to do his job, but shape-shifting could also be good/useful too. Could also have Alastor being able to transform into a bat, like some of the vampire lore to tie it in why he'd have these abilities.

How did he end up that way?

Alastor probably stalked him a bit first, saw qualities that he found useful/appealing, and then made Husk an offer. Husk probably didn't know the full weight of what he was agreeing too, but understood enough to agree.

I see Husk as a loner, no friends or family that are close to him, probably still having his gambling and drinking issues ect. So he had nothing to lose and more to gain by accepting a deal from someone like Alastor.

[sea-of-dust]

Happy! Lucky! Smile!

Hhw relationship headcannons

Authors note: yo I had a request and I wanted to answer it but it deleted on me...then the account deactivated....BRO IF UR READING THIS IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. But hey I got it out for ya homie 💪

Kokoro

She adores you! She pinches your checks daily always going on and on about how cute your are <3.

She doesn't like being away from you not even when she has to sleep. She will give you privacy but like as soon as your in school "Y/N!!"

She's energetic normally but when she sees you the energy multiples ten fold.

She almost jumped off a class room from the window to see you.

Your dates consist of going to carnivals, those food truck stands in random alleys, and first row seats to hello happy world shows! You even get to be the witness to hhws next big project. Totally doesn't involve Kaoru going somewhere high

She doesn't tell you outright but she has the suits on you just incase

Private time with her you always end up playing a game together where you end up being super tired so you sleep over at hers, only on breaks tho that's when you two don't have school the next day then you just leave early. Doesn't stop her from sleeping over at yours tho. She packed like she's staying for weeks.

Her dream dates a date where you two hangout quite literally when tomorrow begins she's already outside banging your window "Y/N!!! Y/N LETS GO ON AN ADVENTURE~!" "Kokoro?!? It's like 11:20?!" "Come on come on let's go!!" You stood there shocked but got ready anyway by 11:50 you two were out of there "Why are we waiting outside- ily but don't tell me you woke me out for a stupid reason..." "were waiting for it to reach 12:00" "...your kidding me" she wasn't. The rest of the day consisted of hot air balloon rides, arcades, roller coasters, and ending it off with a sleepover.

She let's you see behind the scenes that the public usually doesn't

She doesn't get jealous like at all. Your with someone else for a long time doesn't mind

You made a joke using a ring pop asking to marry her you had to convince her not to go through with the wedding like she already rented out a whole city just incase.

She sometimes sneaks up to your classroom windows during her lunch break she broke into your gym class once too...

She found out you liked video games and once she totally didn't rummage through your things to find your favorite one you'd find a present by the door of the games merch, Misaki managed to stop her from setting it up

The band also finds you fun and a better event organizer than Kokoro. She may have cool ideas but sweet Jesus were they dangerous. You made sure those ideas wouldn't flop and tested them to see.

She dreamt about settling down and maybe adopting a few pets...a whole zoo

She likes resting in between your thighs. The best pillows in her opinion besides your chest. The closer she is to your face the better

She loves it when you flirt with her publicly. Like when you wink at her, blow kisses, holding her by the waist. She takes it as a sign. A sign to announce her love to you later! She knew you didn't like public displays of affection THAT much. As soon as your alone with her...."Y/N ILY SM MWUUUU" "ilyt Kokoro but your gonna ruin your makeup.."

She loves spoiling you, you have to convince her not to overspend the times you fail...its like a mr beast episode dear christ

She sends you WAYYYY TO MANY MEMES like as soon as she finds something funny she sends it to you, scrolls sends the video to you. she sends you her whole fyp 😭

Hagumi

She loves every aspect of you! Even when it's a bad day for you she still thinks your cute!

You and her started dating when she kissed you after a game during finals

She hugged you so tightly in the locker room confessing she loves you. You said you liked her back and bam

She likes hugging you from behind. A surprise attack!

Whenever your sick she sleeps next to you. On the floor. She didn't want to get sick too but she's o so clingy

She likes kissing you on the forehead, lips and checks, all the things she likes about you are on your face!

Her love language is physical touch and words of admiration. She loves every bit of physical contact you give her. Even if you touch her hair or brush your hand against her. she's more energetic and happy

She found you at a grocery store and offered to pay for it for you despite carrying her own. You told her you'll pay for it yourself, she was a little sad tho, you ended up letting her pay for snacks

She kinda expects you to lean on her more often with things. Need help with homework? I'll finish it for you! You need to cook? I'll cook a Thanksgiving dinner! She does this so much you had to basically put her on time out

She loves seeing you at her games, even if your the opposing team! In fact she makes it a challenge! If she wins she gets whatever she wants the day after the game no matter if it's a school day! You get the same

What does she usually want? A date! Maybe doing something active or if you aren't in the mood or just not active she's down to play a game or bake with you

She pretty much senses every time your gonna go shopping. She's going to join you. Not ask....join

She randomly tells you bass facts "DID YOU KNOW BASSES HAVE LESS STRINGS THAN GUTAIRS?!?" "Hagumi go to sleep..." "did you know bass strings are longer~" "Hagumi..."

Only a forehead kiss will shut her up

She has too much empathy...she falls for the homeless scams...to much you have to pull at her so she doesn't give money to em.

The band likes you. You were calm and critiqued Kokoro when needed. They even let you keep things from the show like hats or just get you your own outfit or just for a surprise something signed by your favorite celeb

Speaking of celebs you were going nuts over one at a concert. She felt jealous when you spoke about them afterward. Its not that she thought you would leave her if the celeb asked you too...but what if you did, what if you found the celeb more attractive?! WHAT IF YOU MOVE AWAY WITH THEM. You would know she was jealous if she starts pointing and tugging at your sleeve. You had to reassure her by pointing out traits her and the celeb shared.

She doesn't let you out of her sight whenever your alone with friends just because of this. When you tell her you wouldn't leave her she's like "🤨.....really?!?! 😳"

She enjoys piggy back rides after games, sleeping on your back is her favorite thing while walking home. Sure it's near impossible because you carry a bookbag and her weight and the bookbags isn't gonna be a good time. But when it does happen she enjoys it to the fullest

Plushies! She buys one for you..alot....you have a wall because of her no worries! If they ever fall you think you might drown...turns out she almost did. She knocked one off trying to reach for you. A wave of plushies almost drowned her

Kaoru

You were dragged to a school play because your sibling was in a show and she saw you in the crowd looking bored. She made it her mission to make you look in awe or at least smile! She ends up looking for you during the after show

She failed to talk to you but at least she has your name

She beings asking your sibling what you like and learned your in the same class of her and began her mission!

She began casual conversion with you and learned about your liking of Shakespeare, who she quoted from time to time. You being dropping your guard around her eventually making you laugh. Seeing this for the first time she blushed looking away and covering her face. How were you this...cute..

Ok...how she wants to marry you. She should marry you! She completed her plan to make you smile now it's time for marriage!

She began by giving you a flower after school almost ignoring her fans to see you. She also "conveniently" shows up to shops you go to. You began returning the favor by giving her candies.

She took this as a sign you liked her. Que her starting to treat you like a fan! You weren't really liking it so you spoke to her. That was one of the times you got to experience Kaoru Seta not just the girl that lives to make everyone her "kitten". Kaoru apologized and you said it's fine and then you two hung out more and more since.

She confessed to you at your place where she held a ring pop up to you "my dearest ki- friend you've bloomed in my heart like a rose showing off its petals after bathing in the sun will you be my s/o" a little corny...you said yes

Ever since you became her s/o you started getting her out of situations with fans a little more just to spend time alone or go to a shop together

Her fans started speculating you two were in a relationship, you two promised to keep it secret, you just denied saying Kaoru was only a close friend

She gets treated to miso soup on the down low. Usually when her fans aren't swarming her. Usually when she's like this there's alot of hugs and she becomes just a little more shy

You and Chisato like talking about her and usually tease her together. She always ends up hiding her face. Always something to giggle about

She likes kissing your hand when greeting you

You began to learn that Kaoru doesn't know what she's saying half the time. That's where you step on to correct her from the crowd acting along with her. Her fans tried the same only for other fans to correct them

You copied some of her gestures. She started acting with you till you kiss her hand. Her speech becomes all stuttered she almost dodged a kiss in the check-

She let you meet the band. Everyone liked you but Misaki kinda thought you were just as idiotic as the three idiots. You weren't! Thank goodness. They treat you like family after stalking you for a while making sure you were good enough for there guitarist

She begged you to join a play as a love interest. When you did she wouldn't stop hakani spamming/saying fleeting while circling you. "AH MY DEAR YOU'RE SO FLEETING~" "Kaoru what are you doing- someone help-" "Hakani~"

Speaking of fleeting you had to be held back the band from telling her what fleeting means. It just wouldn't be the same...

The band kidnapped invited you to the second Hello happy phantom thief event. You were so confused who was holding you and lifting you. You tried to escape their grasp only for them to hold you tighter. You screamed as you disappeared with the figure. It was only when you were alone with the figure you noticed their purple hair. "Kaoru?...OH YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME-" "my performances are normally this fleeting <3"

You found out about her fear of heights when Kokoro left you two on the balloon with guards ofc. You held her hand and even asked to go with her. They only let you go before her for safety reasons. So when she did eventually sky dive afterward she flopped into your arms. "Did I fall like a swan my dear?" You sighed and giggled telling her "you fell like a brick a very teary fleeting brick"

Kanon

Ah yes her own personal navigation device

You tell her there's a turn and you turn and she turns another way. She doesn't notice you aren't by her side till she looks over and just sees you've vanished. You've walked with your arms locked since then

She likes knitting with you in fact that's how you told her you liked her. To made her a penguin...(attempted if ya don't knit) she panicked and ran out of the room. When class was dismissed she ran up to you and asked if the offer was still on the table

She get so shy at any show of affection. The only way you can show affection without her getting all shy is gifting her something without you in the same room as her

Speaking of gifts if you ever give her one expect her to try and return it. You tell her she doesn't owe you anything but she does it anyway

You like spooking her sometimes from behind. "Boo" and her hair sticks up and she turns around so slowly only to learn that it's you

Chisato met you and did a whole vibe check to see if you were good enough for Kanon. You passed...barely but your good enough for her so your ok.

She also likes watching movies and eating sweets with you. In a warm blanket too? She'll never wanna leave

You got to meet the band and watched them practice. They love you sm, even tho Kanon talks about you every chance she gets

She even day dreams about you while practicing causing some careless mistakes

Her ideal dates a picnic with all homemade food in a field filled of flowers

Your dates usually consist of Café hopping, and amusement parks in summer, you've noticed hello happy world watching you two

Please tell her you love her she's very insecure about it. She always thinks your way out of her league

You took her to an aquarium and you two would leave with her gushing about jellyfish

You like whispering things in her ear whenever your alone with her. The instant blushing is enough to make your heart melt

She likes doing things with you, especially cooking. Even if it turns out kinda...strange...it's still edible!

She knows when you try to sneak up on her for kisses. When your trying to scare her? Nah she doesn't sense you, but for affection. "Y/n what are you doing?"

The one time you did get her she was covering her face and rolling on the floor

You buying her new scrunchies for whatever event calls. It's like yk what hhws planning next. It's another phantom thief "I got one with little masks on it <3" they're about to sponsor plushies? "It has little bears <3"

You convinced her to sleep over. It's nice cuddling with her you do hear occasional fue~s tho and she shivers like alot. She's so nervous about you two being so close. So she doesn't face you for the other half of the night. When you wake up the next morning she just won't look at you for the rest of the day.

Misaki

You were her desk mate and only talked during turn and talk

You started conversation with her about a band called Hello Happy World

" the bears so cute~" "Yeah I guess"

She was feeling good so she decided to get you a ticket. "wait really? It's sweet but I already have one let's go together!" She didn't really mind going with you the problem was that she IS the bear. So she told the band about it. What did they do? Ask Chu2 to be Michelle! Chu2 exploded laughing "YOU EXPECT ME TO GET IN A BEAR COSTUME AND PERFORM NURSERY RHYMES HAHSHAAHAHAHA" turns out Chu2 had nothing planned for that day so you got to fangirl over hhw with Misaki

You two became even closer afterward and began going to each others houses to do school work. You had to leave to the bathroom and when you got back you saw a little "go out with me?" On top of your homework. You heard the door open seeing Misaki with some snacks you pretended as if you didn't notice as soon as she put them down. "Ilyt Misaki" she jumped back in surprise "I...I meant going out for a date" "your mumbling~" "ah am I?!" She looks away "this is so embarrassing..." "you like me don't you <3" "shut up" "hehe~" your relationship was kinda weird after than you weren't sure if you were dating or not until you asked her a week after. She looked away again bushing "I mean...if you want to"

And so you started dating Misaki. She set up a few rules when you started dating too

She prefers affection in private, she doesn't want people she barely knows making jokes about it.

Whenever you are alone she sometimes lays on your lap to scroll her phone. She also rants about her day and Kokoros antics

Speaking of Kokoro you found out Misaki was Michelle through her arguing that she was a bear with the others. You joked about your girlfriend was a bear.

Speaking of Michelle she managed to grab ya once. You jokingly started screaming and asking for help when someone actually appeared to see you getting aggressively hugged by a bear...that person was one of Kokoros guards who closed the door and let Kokoro know immediately

"MICHELLE I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS" she bursts in, only to see you and Michelle hugging. "Oh..." she closes the door once again

Later Kokoro asked if she can get free hugs too. You just gave her some yourself. That's how the band began treating you like an older sibling

She likes going under blankets with you. Because you either end up kissing, your sleeping on her chest or vise versa. It's warm under there too another good thing about blankets

You found out she knits and decided to learn to surprise her. You knitted her a small plushie and left it in her room. Then when she came over you saw a little plush on your bed. You giggled and asked her about it, she looked away avoiding the question

She whispers in your ear things she wants to do when others are with you. "Lets go get some snacks" "we should get going". This is usually with the other band members but sometimes they hear her and act heartbroken "YOUR REALLY GONNA LEAVE US MISAKI" Ok maybe they aren't acting.... you had to reassure them you'll be back tomorrow

On weekends you usually call her if she wants to go out the next day. Your dates are usually only things you can afford. A Café date here and there, a walk through the park is mostly what your dates are.

Your parents found out you were dating someone and celebrated. "YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?!? HONEY" "DAD NOOO" they invited her over started an interrogation then asked her to leave. As soon as she left your parents look at you and sighed then started tearing up. "She's perfect" "there there honey *sniffle*" "you two probably gave her a heart attack for nothing" they got up opened the Door Misaki was in and welcomed her to your family.

She likes twiddling with your hair/fingers when you two are just hanging around

She almost made a Playlist of all your favorite songs and keeps it secret like you have to get REALLLLYY close to hear small bits of your favs play and that's pretty rare considering how flustered she gets when your so close

She sometimes kisses your forehead when your asleep. She likes the expression you have when asleep. If your still awake she looks away ashamed you caught her

[tanya-b1tch]

Small Minecraft diaries head cannons! (After the time skip in mcd)

-Katelyn

Would definitely have a sweetheart spot for Aphmau

Talking about sweetheart spot Katelyn would have a attraction towards Aphmau but would be too embarrassed to tell her about it.

Katelyn and Nicole would have eachothers back even though they don't really know eachother well

Katelyn is very cranky when she wakes up

-Aphmau

Aphmau would usually down 4-5 coffees a day and everybody would tell her to stop but she said she couldn't run without it

Talking about running, Aphmau can run in very high heels with no problem

-ship hcs!!!

-Laurmau

Around 10-11 pm when Aphmau usually attempts to sleep Laurence would come in and ask if he could stay with her (which is fully based by his fear that something is going to happen) They would talk a bit and Laurence would slowly drift off Aphmau would just bring him down in her arms and fall asleep with him.

-katemau

Even though Katelyn is completely tough and unfazed of BASICALLY everything that happens she still shows a TON of affection to Aphmau

I can 100% say there are no better shit talkers than Aphmau and Katelyn

-Zoemaulyn

Aphmau and Katelyn would usually tease Zoey for waking up last (Aphmau wakes up around 4 am and Katelyn wakes up in 5 am all because of the habit from duties meanwhile Zoey wakes up around 6-7 am) so at the moment where Katelyn once woke up after both of them Zoey teased her all day for it.

Dan-chan

Dante would take his time after duties helping kawaii-chan around the house and showing her alot of affection, and if he saw kawaii-chan was overworked that day he would pick her up and pay her down and tuck her in, not letting her move her finger for anything.

Kawaii-chan would actually have alot of experience with weapons and keeps one around just incase but at some point stopped and claims she does it because she knows Dante would keep her safe 🥹.

Dante would have nightmares through the night not letting him sleep usually so kawaii-chan constantly clinges onto him.

Kawaii-chan would go out on walks when Dante's gone and sometimes she would come back later than usual when he's already back and every time she would see Dante worried sick.

-zoeymau

Aphmau would do everything in the house and Zoey would catch on and make her do something extra just to get a rise out of aphmau then tease her by giving affection.

Aphmau would usually be a top but Zoey always knew how to make her melt.

Zoey would spoon feed aphmau, whether it's something mashed, cereal etc etc and later tease her calling her "my little baby".

Every time Aphmau visited somewhere new She would bring Zoey back a gold ring or a necklace.

Zoey had a thing for getting caught during ifykyk or even humiliated by someone 😨.

I have my headcannons that Zoey did pointe and when she usually practiced because she lives it aphmau would always watch her and later seduce her with it.

That's all I have currently! Lmaoo