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「 take her under your wing AU 」
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lowk FUCKED up, butttttttttttttt would any of the comic book yanderes lobotomize their darling? we always talkin about willingness and shit saur... ya know!! just a lil off the top if ykwim
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒…
!!! GN reader, take a wild guess (lobotomies), neurological terms used, basic delusional behaviors, unethical uses of superpowers, unethical practices in general, mentions of brain dead/vegetative/mentally handicapped reader, Hal’s part briefly describes actual lobotomy procedures, Joker jumpscare in Harvey’s, gaslighting, a small history lesson here and there, themes of forced drug abuse, Tim Drake being a good candidate for the Saw franchise.
GRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHGHHHRRR. Anon, come over here so I can give you a lil forehead smooch. I’ve always wanted to write a yan lobotomy blurb, but… I didn’t really know what direction I wanted to go. Or who to write about. The idea is was legit, “hee hee, wouldn’t it be silly if there was a yandere lobotomy fic” and that’s about it. So I guess this is my chance to get some feelings out about that, yay!!
A few of these are a bit longer than usual cuz this type of shit is my jam. I also didn’t know if you wanted me to rank them on least to most likely, so shoot me a follow up ask if that’s what you wanted. Mwah!!
Bruce Wayne: Definitely not off the table. I’m willing to bet Thomas Wayne had at least one book on lobotomies; just an antique hardback that makes for an interesting read. I can see young Bruce sitting on his father’s lap in the study, tiny hands tracing over the book’s old diagrams as Thomas lovingly describes all of the morbid things they’d do to people (you know, classic father/son bonding activities). Who knew it would actually come in handy one day? Moral repercussions be damned, my man can pull off a sick lobotomy. There are of course factors he has no control over — such as your own brain plasticity and cognitive function — but that’s not exactly his fault, now is it? What your brain decides to do post-lobotomy has nothing to do with him (jokes aside, he’d be devastated if you were totally fucked up afterwards… though he’d easily adapt).
Bucky Barnes: I think he’s had enough mind-meddling of his own to give this a hard pass. It doesn’t matter how bad you are; he’s not doing anything to your brain. You’ll learn to behave on your own accord. And thank god, cuz bro would NOT make a good brain surgeon. He’d brick you so fast. Also, fun fact, the Soviets were actually the first to ban lobotomies (if memory serves correct; Google is backing me up, so… do with that what you will). I don’t know if this carries over to the KGB and their little secret evil organization side shenanigans, but yeah. Let it be known that the chances of lobotomized Bucky went down by… like… 3%.
Clark Kent: At first, I was about to say no, but then I remembered the Justice Lords from the JL cartoon, and… you know what? Maybe. It would be a very low chance, but if it’s gotten to the point where you’re a danger to yourself, Clark would have no other choice. What else can he do? Your safety always comes first and foremost. While the two dots singed into your forehead would raise a few brows, it’s not like he lets you out much anyway. He’d spend a long time trying to cope with the guilt. He did this to save you… he just had to save you from yourself. At least his heat vision is precise enough that he wouldn’t fuck it up. Now all that’s left to do is hope that you turn out okay. He’ll consider it a job well done if you can at least still smile at him.
Dick Grayson: He really isn’t that much different from Bruce, is he? Yeah, he’d do it. Maybe with a few more reservations, but he’d still do it. I think it’s in your best interest if you don’t let him spiral this far, because he’s not against the idea of you being in a completely vegetative state. Yeah, it would suck that you aren’t as active of a participant as he’d want you to be, but having complete control over your care is good enough for him. He’ll easily let his own delusions fill that void. Honestly, a part of him might even hope you turn out with a mental capacity of a toddler. It’s the best of both worlds; while you can still respond to your environment, you also rely heavily on his care. Perfectly pliable in his hands… a dream come true! Yay!
Hal Jordan: Nah. He’s good. Last he checked, he’s not the most qualified person in the world to quite literally poke around in someone’s brain. Hell, even the thought of it makes him sick. No drilling holes into skulls, no skewering needles through eye sockets, no thanks! He’ll leave that up to the people who can stomach the grosser shit. Now, is the thought of a quick operation that theoretically fixes your bratty behavior tempting? Sure. But Hal’s not an idiot; he knows the risks, and those risks just don’t seem worth it. There’s a reason lobotomies are unethical nowadays. Unless the topic comes up in some sort of show or movie, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind.
Harvey Dent: Neither Harvey nor Two Face are all that keen on the idea. They might’ve done some fucked up shit to you (definitely Two Face more than Harvey), but a lobotomy? That’s just a new level of fucked up. A Joker level of fucked up, even (and the thought of being compared to that piece of shit makes both sides of Dent want to light up an entire room). Besides, there’s no one on the entire planet he’d trust to pull off a procedure like that on you. While he might know a guy or two who would totally do it in this day and age, he’d sooner put a bullet in their brain than let them fuck around with yours. That being said, don’t think you’re totally out of the woods. At the end of the day, it’s all up to the coin, remember?
Jaime Reyes: Would Jaime? No. Absolutely not. It’s unethical, it’s fucked, and it’s also just gross. Anything to do with surgery makes him feel extremely squeamish, and he might actually pass out if he thinks about it too hard. But would Khaji Da? Yeah. Probably. Though it would have to be an extreme scenario, where you’re just completely beyond controlling. Khaji Da knows the risks, and while he’ll execute the technical aspects flawlessly, the results are naturally unpredictable. It would be unfortunate if the scarab lost its host’s mate. Your poor little noggin is at the mercy of Jaime’s resolve. Is he in full control? Then don’t worry, his incoherent mutterings about severing connections in your prefrontal cortex are nothing but his weird intrusive thoughts. But… if he isn’t… uh-oh.
Peter Parker: Nope. No lobotomies here. He’s quite aware of the repercussions, both morally and practically. Honestly, he doesn’t even see most of your behaviors as something in need of correcting in the first place. Maybe if you were causing yourself any sort of harm, but other than that, he can put up with a lot of your bullshit. Talking back? Name calling? Hitting and kicking? Straight-up just being abusive? As long as you don’t leave him, he’ll work with it! Peter is the exact definition of a pushover yandere. You can get away with a lot, and that includes not getting lobotomy!
Reed Richards: I can see him pulling one off. Is it the most desirable outcome? Definitely not. But there’s only so much he can put up with before he finally puts his foot down. If you’re the insubordinate type, you’ve probably given him at least 17 heart attacks by now, and it’s only natural he’d come up with a way to curb those behaviors. See, me personally, if I were to get a lobotomy from any of these men, I’m calling up Reed. He’s no neurologist, but I’m sure he can whip up something to study your brain waves and accurately predict the outcome of a lobotomy. Plus, he’d probably have the safest environment and instruments for the operation. You won’t feel a thing, trust. Now let’s hope months of collecting data and trial runs on some less-than-willing test subjects pay off!
Remy LeBeau: Yeah, no… probably not. Thanks to Sinister, he knows first hand how invasive a lobotomy is. You’d have to be really unstable for him to even consider that idea. He definitely has the means to do it — all he has to do is put a finger up to your forehead and burn through your frontal lobe — but having the resolve to do it is a different story. While he might’ve turned out semi-okay post-lobotomy, there’s no telling what would happen after yours. Way too risky. Only something to consider as a totally nuclear option. So don’t make him do something he’d rather not, okay? It’d be better for you, better for him, better for everyone.
Scott Summers: Like Gambit, he’s a victim of Sinister’s fuckery but 10 times worse. I don’t think he’d be able to stomach the thought of doing anything surgical to you no matter how disobedient you are. But… maybe we can make this a little interesting. Scott’s attracted some hella weird attention over the years… who’s to say someone like Sinister wouldn’t get his hands on you and do a little fucking around? Maybe Goblin Queen? A particularly pissed off Phoenix? While Scott himself wouldn’t dare lobotomize you, I think there’s some people out there who would. Or, hear me out: mind controlled Cyclops almost crushing your skull with an optic blast. It would be more blunt force than an actual lobotomy, but I’m willing to bet it would fuck up your cognitive function all the same. Despite the immense horror and guilt he’d feel afterwards, a small part of him can see it as a blessing in disguise (depending on how you turn out, that is).
Steve Rogers: Honestly, Cap was frozen at the funniest point in history ever. The amount of lobotomies increased exponentially from the 40s to 50s (mind you, WWII ended in 1945), and then antipsychotics were introduced as a more ethical way to treat mental illness, which Steve wouldn’t know shit about. Unfortunately for all of my fellow sickos out there, lobotomies were probably never a thing Steve liked about the 40s, but allow me to offer an alternative. Steve thinks there’s clearly something wrong with your mental health; why else would you act like you hate him? Luckily for him, this is the 21st century, where people know much more about mental illnesses and disorders. He could easily pull some strings as Captain America and get you the help you so obviously need. So, I guess the question is, how many different prescriptions of antipsychotics can one take at once? Guess you’ll find out!
Tim Drake: So… uh… y’all better pray that he doesn’t get any intrusive thoughts about this shit. And if he does, PRAY that he snaps out of his weird fit before it’s too late. DO NOT LET BRO COOK. I don’t think he’d totally fuck it up or anything, but the chances of him spiraling and performing more than one are dangerously high. You might find the out hard way just how much poking and prodding a brain can take before it shuts down. Depending on how manic he is, he might actually lobotomize you while you’re conscious. No anesthesia, no painkillers, just him pouncing on you with a hammer and pick. You will be rawdogging this lobotomy like god intended. That’s when he’d fuck your shit up. Unless you want him to brick your brain, you better fight him off and wrestle those tools out of his hands. The post-manic episode clarity would be insane. “Uh… sorry I tried to give you a lobotomy.” Cool, man. Okay.
Wally West: Wally “if you need to give someone a lobotomy, that’s honestly a skill issue” West. Who needs that shit when you’re THE master manipulator? It would take some god-tier perception (or paranoia) to see through a fraction of his act, and even so, what good will any of that do when he’s got everyone else wrapped around his finger? Fighting against him is a dangerous game. If need be, he’ll play the loving caretaker while you’re the loony one. Poor Wally… he’s trying to help you through your issues, and this is the thanks he gets? Wow. Now, for the sake of a little exploration, I think it’s important to note that Wally could theoretically go through with it (by phasing his hand through your skull and solidifying at the right angle), but that sounds way too unstable to pull off. It would probably run the risk of turning your brain into a soup, and I’m pretty sure that kills people.
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✨️ 100 followers celebration ✨️
Just reached a milestone after only two months here! And I just want to say one thing: writing becomes even more fun with you guys!
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Jeff Atkins (When You’re Gone)
Summary: After Jeff dies you feel lost without him. You try to move on but it’s hard for you. So when they honor him for the team you decide to speak about him. You also sometimes see Jeff just like Clay sees Hannah. Who doesn’t love a ghost of there ex?
this song inspired this
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“Hey sis are you ready for today” Clay asked me. But I pretended to ignore him. I wasn’t ready. My boyfriend was dead. This year would’ve been our senior year together. Only because he was failing classes. But part of me thinks he wanted to stay back so I didn’t have to do it alone.
But now he was gone. Part of me still felt like he was here with me. I missed him more than anything in this world. I’d give anything to see his smile.
“Y/N we gotta get going” Clay said as I started at a photo of Jeff and I. A tear rolled down my cheek. “Yeah Clay” I said wiping a tear. “You don’t have to speak you know I can say you were sick” Clay said. “No no it’s okay” I said setting the picture back on my nightstand. “Alright then” Clay said.
I then looked at the necklace Jeff had given me with his initials and a little baseball bat. But now beside it was his class ring. I never took it off for anything. At least this way he was still here.
“I’m coming” I said grabbing Jeff’s letterman jacket and putting it on over my dress. Clay and I drove to the school. We parked and went inside the school. It was in the gym. I walked over to the principal were he wanted me.
Clay and our parents sat on the bleachers. Jeff’s parents sat beside them too. The principal of course said a couple words. I just sat there thinking about him. And the first time we met. Was actually when clay tutored him.
Flashback
“I brought my sister to help since she’s so good at science” Clay said as I sat down beside Jeff. “Wow there’s no way she’s your sister she’s wow” Jeff said I blushed. “And you are so” Jeff said I laughed.
“Very funny Jeff” Clay said. “So what’s your name beautiful” Jeff said I blushed. “Y/N” I said he smiled. “I love that name” he said. “Alright enough flirting” Clay said.
And after that he got my number and we talked for hours on end. He eventually asked me out on a date. Even though clay hated the idea. Eventually he warmed up to us dating.
He was my first kiss my first everything. But I never thought I’d meet someone like him. He’s perfect.
End of flashback
“And now Y/N Jensen has prepared something in honor of her late boyfriend Jeff” the principal said. I walked up. I then went up to the microphone. I just looked at everyone sitting on the bleachers.
“Jeff… I’m sorry give me a second” I said tearing up. I then pretended he was there in that room like I did sometimes. Maybe it was real and he was there protecting me. “Love it’s okay you can do this deep breaths” Jeff said standing beside me.
Even though he wasn’t there. Part of me felt his presence with me all the time. I took a deep breath and then began to speak again.
“Jeff was one of those people that you met once in a lifetime and we all had the privilege of knowing him” I said. “I had the privilege of knowing him a lot better than all of you” I said tearing up. “Maybe even more than his parents knew” I said.
“I also had the privilege of loving him and being loved by him” I said. “I remember the first time I met Jeff it was in the library” I said. “The first thing he told me was that I was beautiful” I said. “Nobody had ever made me feel as special as he did” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.
“From that day forward he became the most important person in my life” I said. “We talked every day and night even when I didn’t want to” I said people laughed. “He even tried to teach me how to play baseball but I sucked” I said. “Even though he always told me I didn’t” I said.
“You could’ve easily beat me babe with practice” Jeff said.
“He always told me I could beat him with practice but I know he let me win” I said. “Being loved by Jeff was one of the best feelings in this world” I said. “The way his eyes lit up when he looked at me is something I’ll never forget” I said.
“I remember the night he told me he loved me” I said tearing up. “A girl waits her whole life to hear those words” I said. “We were at the dance in this very gym” I said. “Of course I dragged him to this dance like I always did” I said smiling. “And he came even though he probably would’ve preferred a movie night” I said people smiled.
“We were dancing on this very floor when he told me he loved me” I said. “It was a slow dance and I had my head on his chest and I remember how I felt in that moment” I added.
“So safe and so secure he then kissed my forehead and told me he loved me” I said. “He said “Y/N I’m gonna say something crazy I don’t care if you don’t say it back” and I looked at him” I said. “I then said “Jeff nothing you can say is crazy” I remember looked up at him and he just smiled” I said.
“He then whispered in my ear “Y/N I love you I know that it hasn’t been long but I’m in love with you” I remember feeling butterflies in that moment” I said tearing up. “I thought for once in my life I had my moment” I said.
“I then looked up at him and told him I loved him” I said wiping a tear. “From that moment on I loved Jeff everyday more and more” I said. “He promised me so much more than anyone had before him” I said. “…Jeff was… and is my soulmate and I’d give anything to have him here beside me” I said as tears rolled down my face.
“The night.. Jeff.. passed… before the party we had a conversation about our future this year” I said. “I know it sounds crazy for two kids to be thinking about the future” I said. “But we were in love” I said. “Madly in love” Jeff said. I smiled.
“He told me that he wanted to marry me” I said. “That he knew I was the one for him and there wasn’t anyone else” I said crying. “I said ask me again next year” I said wiping a tear. “And he told me he would little did I know he had the ring there that night” I said.
“I wish I would’ve known and said yes that very night.. I think all the time maybe he’d still be here if I would’ve known” I said. “But.. I do know that he’s still here with us watching over everyone” I said. “Jeff was one of a kind and he’d be so happy that this team won states this year” I said.
“And Jeff if you are somehow hear listening or in heaven I want you to know the answer is yes and it will always be yes” I said tearing up. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak about Jeff” I said.
I then stopped speaking and walked away. The principal went back up and spoke. I went outside and sat on a lunch table.
“I’m proud of you” Jeff said sitting beside me. “I wish you were here” I said. “I am here for you always right here” he said pointing at my necklace. “You know what I mean” I said looking at him. “I know baby” he said I looked at him.
“I can’t do this without you” I said. “Hey” he said side hugging me. “Remember what I always told you” Jeff said. “No matter what you’ll always protect me” I said. “That and you look beautiful no matter what” he said I laughed.
“I should’ve said yes that night I’m sorry” I said. “It’s not your fault Y/N don’t blame yourself okay” he said wiping my tears. “I need you” I said. “And I’ll always be here but..” Jeff said. “But what” I said. “You gotta move on eventually” he said looking at me. “I can’t” I said looking at the ring.
“Love.. you will always be my first love too you know that” Jeff said. “There’s nobody else like you” I said. “Really.. what about Scott Reed” Jeff said. “Jeff what about him” I said. “Remember the day you dropped your books and he helped you”Jeff said. “Yeah” I said.
“Or when he asked you for help with the team games” Jeff said. “Jeff I don’t understand” I said. “Or how he checks up on you after the trails or just texts you” Jeff said.
“What are you saying” I said looking at him. He then looked behind me. I heard some footsteps. “Hey I came to check on you” Scott said. Jeff looked at me. “H..Hey” I said Scott said beside me. “Are you okay” Scott asked.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay” I said. He put an arm around me. “It’s weird without him here but it feels like he’s pushing me towards you” Scott said. “Maybe he is here” I said looking over at him he smiled.
“It’s just like all these things keep happening and I feel like he’s putting us together” Scott said. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Your not like your baseball friends” I said. “Those guys may be my teammates but they are all assholes Jeff wasn’t” Scott said.
“Jeff used to say the same thing about you” I said. “Maybe it’s a sign” Scott said. “So why do you keep appearing every where” I said. “Because I care about you a lot” he said wiping my tears. Just like Jeff used to do for me.
“But why me” I said. “Because your special and Jeff would always tell me that” Scott said. “And I’m starting to see why he loved you so much” Scott said. “Yeah” I said. “Yeah so if you are up for it I’d like too…
He began to say I kissed him.
“Prom” I asked. “I was gonna ask you the same thing” Scott said. “So yes” I said. “I’d love to” Scott said. “Told you I got you always” Jeff said to me I smiled. “What are you looking at” Scott said. “The beautiful sunset” I said.
“Hey maybe Jeff is here after all” Scott said. “He is..” I said tearing up. “I’ll always love you” Jeff said. “I love you” I mouthed and he was gone just like that. “So prom” Scott said.
“Oh right my dress is like light purple” I said he smiled.
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I know I say this everytime I watch a new show but I’ve been rewatching 13 reasons why AND I HAVE AN ITCH TO WRITE FOR IT. PLS PLS PLS REQUEST IM BEGGINGGGGG.
ill write for
clay jensen
justin foley
scott reed
zach dempsey
jeff atkins
pls I’m begging you to request
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these are all fics I’ve written a fair bit on and am back to working on, and soon they should be finished, i was just wanting to know which one i should post when they’re completed/focus on. I’d appreciate y’all’s input it would mean a lot
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Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.
❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.
❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.
❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE

Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)
Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation
Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink
Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting
Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink
Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)
Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus
Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie
Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding
Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding
Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex
Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring
Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption
Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage
Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play
Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating
Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication
Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking
Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex
Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming
Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism
Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)
Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial
Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex
Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie
Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)
Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!
-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot
-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)
-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed
-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE
!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!
-> platonic
-> romantic
-> familial
-> any gender x any gender
-> headcanons
-> long fics
-> multi character
-> blurbs
-> poly relationships
-> x reader
-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r
!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!
-> smut (i’m 15)
-> yandere
-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au
-> incest
-> age gaps
-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)
-> song fics
-> things about ocs
-> ships
-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope
character list
keeper of the lost cities
sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge
harry potter
harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange
the outsiders
ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance
the school for good and evil
agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso
little women
jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie
dracula
dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides
frankenstein
victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride
dr jekyll and mr hyde
henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris
phantom of the opera
christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli
the mighty ducks
charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson
david bowie
david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers
daisy jones and the six
daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson
doctor who bbc
ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master
miss peregrines home for peculiar children
jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine
good omens
crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema
what we do in the shadows
nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas
yellowjackets
shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez
star trek (tos/aos)
jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, hikaru sulu, pavel chekov, montgomery scott, janice rand, christine chapel
xmen
charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, scott summers, jean grey, ororo munroe, rogue, remy lebeau, kevin sydney, lucas bishop, mystique, emma frost, kurt wagner, hank mccoy, jubilee
miscellaneous characters
sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)
UPCOMING FANDOMS : american horror story, torchwood, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md, star trek tng, the x files, the big bang theory, dead poets society
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13 Days of Halloween Masterlist
Oct. 19. Charlie Walker X Reader! Reader (fluff)
In which Reader and Charlie get into a dispute over whether a costume was accurate
Oct. 20. Emily Prentiss X Stripper! Reader (smut)
In which Reader does a halloween special at her job, but emily can’t get her hands off them and they have to take the night off Oct. 21. Spencer Reid X Horror Fan! Reader (Fluff)
In which Reader is getting ready for Halloween with a bunch of slasher movies and Spencer finds issues in them
Oct 22. Jimmy Bartlett X Reader (Undecided)
In which reader is far more excited for halloween than Jimmy is and they try to get him in the spirit
Oct. 23. Scott Bartlett X Reader (Fluff)
In which reader and Scott carve pumpkins together
Oct. 24. R. Euronymous X Reader (Fluff)
In which reader makes him dress up with them
Oct. 25. Jasper Hale X Reader X Alice Cullen (Fluff)
In which reader makes their partners watch horror movies with them and they totally don’t end up being the only one scared
Oct. 26. Mom! Emily Prentiss X Mom! Reader (Fluff)
In which Emily comes home to find both Sergio and her baby being coddled and costumed by their mother
Oct. 27. Scott Pilgrim X Reader (Fluff)
In which Scott attempts to tell reader that Ghosts aren't real
Oct. 28. Dad! Spencer Reid X Mom! Reader (Fluff)
In which Spencer has his first halloween with his pumpkin
Oct. 29. Neil Nordegraf X Reader (Fluff)
In which Neil lets reader do a couples costume with him
Oct. 30. Charlie Walker X Reader X Kirby Reed (Smut)
In which someone decides to bring the Ghostface mask out for halloween
Oct. 31. Aaron Hotchner X Reader (undecided)
In which, no matter how busy they are, Hotch always finds a way to spend time with his lover on their favorite holiday
#criminal minds#spencer reid#rory culkin#mgg#charlie walker#scream 4#emily prentiss#Jimmy bartlett#lymelife#scott bartlett#euronymous#rory culkin euronymous#jasper hale#alice cullen#twilight#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim vs the world#wallace wells#neil nordegraf#aaron hotchner#kirby reed#13 days of halloween
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Rules of the requests
Stuff I WILL write for
All types of smut (little to none expectations), fluff, porn with plot, porn without plot, all types of readers (although male readers will be a bit harder for me but I will do it if I can), size difference, SMAU, headcannons, one-shots, texts,
Stuff I WILL NOT write for
Spit kink, abuse of any kind, self-harm, racism, homophobia, original characters, dying, incest, rape/non-con/pedophilia
Canon typical characters/people
I will try to write each character/person as canon/realistic to their person as possible
When requesting
When requesting something, you don’t absolutely have to go into major detail if you don’t want to (if you do, then by all means do), but please try not be vague about your requests, and please make sure to say who you want, and what type of story you want(i.e SMAU, headcanon, one-shot, texts) . I will try to get to as many as possible, but it will take some time, so please be patient.
Characters/people I write for
Supernatural
Majority of character- dean, sam, cas, jo, jody, rowena, crowley, michael, lucifer, gabriel, ect
Brigerton
Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, francesca, Penelope, prudence, phillipa, cressida,
Anne with an E
Anne, gilbert, diana, ruby, jerry, billy andrews
Wednesday
Wednesday, Tyler, Xavier, enid, ajax, larissa, yoko, kent, divina
My life with the Walter boys
Alex, Cole, issac, lee, danny, jackie,
Outer banks
JJ, John b, Sarah, Kiara, Pope, Cleo, Rafe, Topper, Barry,
Fate: The winx saga
Bloom, stella, flora, terra, sky, aisha, riven, beatrix, musa, sam, dane,
All fear street movies
Deena, josh, simon, kate, cindy, ziggy, young nick goode, sheila, joan, kurt, alice, tommy, sarah fier, hannah miller, solomon goode,
All texas chainsaw movies
Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, chop top, drayton, heather miller/sawyer,
It (1990 and 2017)
Richie, bill, mike, ben, stanley, eddie, beverly, pennywise
Friday the 13th
Mostly just jason, but if you would like to request another character from the franchise, then go ahead
Scream
Billy, stu, sidney, tatum, dewey, randy, gale, micky, roman, jill, charlie, richie, amber, ethan, kirby, quinn, sam, tara, chad, mindy, wes
Buffy the vampire slayer
Buffy, Angel, willow, spike, Cordelia
My Babysitter’s a vampire
Ethan, Benny, Rory, Sarah, Erica, Jessie
Chilling adventures of Sabrina
Sabrina spellman, Harvey kinkle, Nick scratch, Ambrose spellman, Roz walker, Theo putnam, Prudence blackwood, Dorcas Night, Agatha Night, Hilda spellman, Zelda spellman
Avengers
Bucky barnes, Steve rogers, Tony stark, Natasha romonoff(romanov), bruce banner, thor odinson, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, clint barton, vision, Peter Parker, T’challa, Stephen strange, Scott Lang
Fantastic four
Susuan, johnnie, reed, ben
X-men
Peter maximoff, logan howlett, ororo monroe, jean gray, scott summers, kurt wagner, Lorna dane, victor creed, rogue(anne marie), alex summers, Remy lebeau, andy strucker, lauren strucker, marcos diaz, john proudstar, Blink(clarice fong), Hank mccoy
Dc
Bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne-al ghul, Diana Prince, Oliver queen, barry allen, Garfield logan, raven (rachel roth)
Other slashers
Freddy Kruger, Bo sinclair, lester sinclair, Vincent sinclair, art the clown, michael myers, Tom hanniger(2009), daniel robitaille(candyman), chucky ray, Tiffany Valentine-ray,
REAL PEOPLE
Formula One
Lando norris, Max verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Oscar piastri, Lewis hamilton, Liam Lawson, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Riccardo, Yuki Tsunoda, Isack Hadjar, Alex Albon, Kimi Antonelli, Esteban Ocon, Fernando Alonso, Gabriel Bortoleto, George Russel, Jack Doohan, Lance stroll, Nico Hulkenburg, Nico Roseberg, Ollie Bearman, Pierre Gasly, Sebastian vettel, Jenson Button,
#formula 1#slasher x reader#anne with an e x reader#supernatural x reader#brigerton x reader#wednesday x reader#my life with the walter boys x reader#outer banks x reader#fate: the winx saga#it x reader#friday the 13th x reader#scream x reader#buffy the vampire slayer#avengers x reader#fantastic four x reader#x men x reader#dc x reader#formula one x reader
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if you have any ideas (plot, trope, kink, thots, etc.), then please send them my way and i’ll include them in the following polls!
if you wanna get notified for the next poll, then click here
#THUYW polls#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes au#frat!bucky barnes#take her under your wing au#steve rogers smut#peter parker smut#miguel o'hara smut#ari levinson smut#curtis everett smut#ransom drysdale smut#lloyd hansen smut#andy barber smut#marc spector smut#billy russo smut#thor odinson smut#scott lang smut#frank castle smut#reed richards smut
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sooooooo which of our comic yanderes would hurt darling?? be it accidentally or on purpose?? what would darling's injuries usually look like?? O3O
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓…
!!! GN reader, vague relationship dynamics, physical abuse, hitting, broken bones, biting, bruises, blunt force trauma, mention of a torn off ear in Bucky’s, scratches, brief mentions of amputation, I guess some subtle manipulation here and there, cigarette burns in Harvey’s, stomping, blood, razor blades in Peter’s, asphyxiation, needle marks and medical procedures in Reed’s, dislocated joints, obligatory Tim Drake warning.
Okay, I know I said I was channeling all of my creative energy into Older Brother part 4, BUT TO BE FAIR. I just totally fucked up my fingers and it reminded me of this ask from ages ago (YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW, AGES AGO). So now I’m coping by imagining my silly yandere men beating the shit out of me. You know, as you do.
Anyways, now that I got this out of my system, I’m back to work.
Bruce Wayne: I consider him a certified masochist, so if he ever gets to the urge to hurt someone, it’s gonna be himself before it’ll ever be you. Even if you wanna play around with a more sadistic Bruce, he’d much rather cave some poor criminal’s face in than to even think of laying a finger on yours. The most pain you’ll probably ever experience is him squeezing you too tight whenever he’s in one of his moods. Nothing too bad, just mild discomfort. Now, all this being said, on the off-chance that Bruce Wayne ever were to be abusive in any way, I personally see him as a face-hitter. Mostly back-handed strikes. And who knows… if you’re a fellow vigilante, he might see no problem with being a bit harsher with you.
Bucky Barnes: He’d never intentionally hurt you. But it definitely happens. Mental health issues and super soldier serum do not mix, so if you’re not someone who’s equipped to handle PTSD panic attacks from a walking weapon… good luck. It’s best to just keep your distance the moment he starts acting like a cornered animal. Possible injuries include bite marks, bruises, broken bones, blunt force trauma, torn off ears, scratches, missing skin chunks, and possible loss of limbs. If a chimpanzee can do it, so can Bucky. And that’s not even factoring in how rough Bucky can be in general. Expect rib-cracking hugs and finger-shattering hand-holding when he’s especially emotional about something. Bucky’s kind of like a domesticated tiger. Even if you condition him, there’s no guarantee that he won’t maul you.
Clark Kent: A broken bone or two is inevitable when it comes to Clark. Usually, he’s extremely conscientious on how much force he uses with you, but when you’ve got the super strength of a Kryptonian and the excitability of a golden retriever, accidents are bound to happen. And while he could theoretically use this as a way to keep you in line, it’s not something I see him doing on purpose. The closest to intentional harm you’ll probably ever get from him is the silent threat of breaking a bone. If you’re the type to lash out a lot, he may gently grab your wrist with a look of warning, applying more and more pressure until you finally decide to cut it out. Not his favorite thing to do by any means, but hey, it’s pretty effective. Especially if you’re the stubborn type who will keep fighting until your bones start to splinter under his grasp.
Dick Grayson: At most? Probably a bruised wrist. I don’t really see this talked about — because it’s extremely niche and not really worth talking about — but Dick definitely has monster grip strength from Arnis (I can vouch for this as someone whose sub-discipline in martial arts is Arnis… which is how I fucked up my fingers, but that’s neither here nor there). A particularly pissed off Dick Grayson might snatch you by the wrist, his fingers leaving behind dark imprints as he drags you off to god knows where. Other than that, he’s really not the type to beat up his darling. Maybe manhandle them a bit, but never actually strike them. However. I am willing to entertain the idea of a physically abusive Dick Grayson with a particularly difficult darling. And that’s not just me trying to make this work because I love the idea of him gently holding an ice pack to your face after he backhanded you into oblivion. Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.
Hal Jordan: In the heat of the moment, he absolutely will hit you. Does he feel guilty about it? Depends. But either way, you’ll be hard pressed to get a straightforward apology from him afterwards. Damn those Green Lanterns and their stubbornness. He’ll punch, slap, backhand, and smack you upside the head, so expect some bruises. And bite marks. Hal’s a big biter. The intensity depends on the nature of your relationship. Non-sexual? Just playful chomps that don’t leave behind much of a mark. Sexual? Bro will be drawing blood. You’ll definitely have to learn the art of covering up bruises and bite marks if Hal allows you out in public. Pro trip: while there’s no way to really control when he decides to bite, you can avoid being hit pretty. Just be agreeable whenever he’s pissed. As long as you don’t come off as confrontational, your chances of getting a black eye go down by a solid 70%.
Harvey Dent: Two Face can and will lay his hands on you. Punches, slaps, kicks, back hands, might even stomp on you every now and then. I can totally see him strangling you, too. Just one hand around your neck without a care for the damage he’s doing to your trachea. Now, I can’t recall a single run off the top of my head where Two Face/Dent has been depicted smoking, but like… the idea of him angrily putting out his cigarettes on your arm really compels me. Now, unfortunately, Harvey’s no better. It’s much more rare, but once in a blue moon, he’ll rock your shit with any of the above listed actions. After his rage subsides and he realizes what he’s done, he’ll have to take a moment to sit down with his head and silently cry to himself. He really is no different from his old man, is he? How the hell did he let himself fall so far from grace? All in all, expect bruises, broken bones, and cigarette burns from both Two Face and Dent. Yippee.
Jaime Reyes: Jaime wouldn’t dream of hurting you, but Khaji Da? If the ends justify the means, then harm might be necessary to scare you back into obedience. Any and all threats of you leaving the scarab’s host must be neutralized immediately; you’re a vital piece of Jaime’s contentment, after all. Whether Khaji Da has to manipulate Jaime or take total control over his body, you may find yourself being cut or burned by the Blue Beetle armor every now and then. Poor Jaime would be a sobbing, apologetic mess while he helps you with your wounds. He never wanted this for you, but the scarab… god, I love the fucked up relationship dynamic possibilities between Jaime and Khaji Da. Just an evil bug slowly driving some poor guy insane. Who knows, maybe it’ll get so bad that the scarab doesn’t even have to prompt Jaime to hurt you. But, again, this is only if Khaji Da deems it necessary. Having to hurt someone so precious to its host is very inconvenient.
Matt Murdock: He’s in the same boat as Dick when it comes to grip strength. Sometimes, he has to grab you a bit rougher than usual when he’s serious about something. This means lots of bruising all over your arms, face, and (most commonly) the little crook between your neck and shoulder. It’s usually not intentional — he can’t really see the damage he’s causing, after all — but there are times where he’s being so aggressive that his intentions start to muddy a bit. I can see Matt being the type to use a lot of intimidation against his darling, so inflicting a little pain upon you isn’t completely out of the question. At most, he’ll probably push you around or snatch you up. Nothing too serious. And for what it’s worth, he’s extremely apologetic about it afterwards. He doesn’t like being rough with you… it’s just sometimes so frustrating dealing with you. Surely, you can understand that, right?
Peter Parker: I honestly can’t really imagine a situation where Peter would hurt you. He’d rather cut off his own fingers and toes than hurt you in any way. Maybe he’d accidentally hurt you by squeezing you too hard (and in that case, you might break something due to his enhanced strength), but other than that, I’ve got nothing. Bro’s way too much of a pushover to lay a hand on you. Now, for the sake of getting a little creative, I can totally entertain the idea of slightly sadistic Peter. Maybe he likes to cut you up with a razor blade or bite you hard enough to break skin so he can lick up your blood. A little more sexually charged, but there’s probably a way to imagine this without the erotic undertones for those who want a more wholesomely dark dynamic.
Reed Richards: If you’re a disobedient little shit, I can see Reed just straight-up choking you out when he doesn’t feel like dealing with your antics. All he needs is two fingers pressing down on your carotids and voilà. Peace and quiet. Now he gets to carry on with whatever questionable procedure he was about to put you through. And on that note, you’ll probably have some needle marks on your arms, which… I don’t know if that counts as an injury per se, but yeah. Might have a surgical incision here and there, too. Just whatever Reed deems necessary to make you more compliant, be it drugs or some kind of operation. He’ll really only resort to choking you out if it’s the only thing at his disposal. Reed’s way too methodical to just straight-up hit you.
Remy LeBeau: Very low chance of him burning you. And you’d have to be, like, an aggressive little shit for that to happen. Remy hates the idea of hurting you, but if you’re actively trying to cause him harm, he’s not afraid to defend himself. All it takes is catching your fist, charge enough energy into your skin to heat it up, and you’re probably gonna wanna give up after that. Acts of self-defense aside, Remy just isn’t a violent guy. He’d rather be gentle than manhandle you. Will he playfully roughhouse? Sure. But he’s responsible enough to know what too far is, so even accidentally hurting you is extremely unlikely. If we imagine a sadistic version of Remy, I think he’d take more pleasure in your emotional distress than in laying his hands on you. The most he’d do is make you think he’s about to hurt you, only to blindside you with sickeningly sweetness.
Scott Summers: Ah, abusive Scott Summers, my beloved. Absolutely love the idea of him beating the shit out of you just to prove a point. He doesn’t even enjoy it or anything; if anything, he’ll probably have the audacity to say, “this hurts me more than it hurts you” while actively kneeing you in the face. Blood, bruises, broken bones... whatever he deems necessary for you to finally see his point. Even while he’s patching you up, he’s softly berating you about how wrong you were, and how he knows better than you. “It didn’t have to be like this,” he tuts while popping your shoulder back in place. Keep in mind that isn’t a common experience by any means, but it’s definitely something to keep in mind whenever he gets all stern with you. I suggest you start reevaluating your life choices the moment he says your name in that one tone of warning.
Steve Rogers: Not gonna lie, a sadistic Steve who makes you lick the blood off of his knuckles after he beats you to a bloody pulp goes hard as fuck, but we must stay focused. So!! General Yandere Steve comes with the average risks of someone with super strength. Might accidentally hurt you, might accidentally manhandle you, blah blah blah. A fracture every now and then is to be expected, though for what it’s worth, he is much better than Bucky in this regard. That being said, Steve’s not afraid to get a little rough. While it’s not his favorite thing to do by any means, he can’t help the frustration he feels whenever you don’t listen to him, enough so that maybe — just maybe — he might snatch you by the wrist, or jaw, or throat and threaten you to behave. There’d probably only be a single instance of him intentionally breaking one of your bones, and that’s if you’re especially difficult to deal with. The guilt would be so bad that he swore to never do it again… though he may find himself thinking about it every now and then.
Tim Drake: Timothy “Jigsaw” Drake. We’d be here forever if we started listing all of the ways he could harm you. Not out of a sadistic pleasure, either (well, not usually, anyway… he’s too much of a masochist to actively feed into his sadistic side). He just spirals so far into his paranoia and delusions that he genuinely thinks stitching your legs together is a reasonable thing to do!! When it comes to Tim, any sort of ailment you could possibly inflict on another human being is on the table, from amputation to organ failure. You better pray you can hold out long enough until he finally snaps out of whatever weird episode he’s having. General rule of thumb, if you ever see Tim staring at you with any sort of tool or surgical instrument, immediately make a b-line towards the nearest room with a lock and pray. Do not go to sleep for the next several hours. Preferably, get something to protect yourself with. Have fun!!
Wally West: He’s not afraid to get a little physical when it comes to punishments. And by “a little,” I mean clean breaks and dislocations. It’s not his first resort by any means, but if you’re very persistent about breaking his rules, then you might find out the hard way just how much pent up aggression Wally has. He likes going for joints specifically. Snapping elbows in half, stomping on ankles, bending fingers the wrong way… it’s honestly a bit scary to think about how much damage a speedster can cause. I think he’d have a code word for when he’s about to that far. Something discreet, like, “you’re really pushing your luck, sunshine.” He’d say it in such a casual, joking tone that no one around you would pick up the implications. But the moment you’re away from prying eyes, you know what’s about to happen. I highly suggest behaving if you don’t want to be the darling that “falls down the stairs” a lot. Clumsy little thing, aren’t you?
#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#❥ TW: YANDERE#❥ YANDERE CHARACTER#❥ PLATONIC YANDERE#❥ ROMANTIC YANDERE#❥ YANDERE BRUCE WAYNE#❥ YANDERE BUCKY BARNES#❥ YANDERE CLARK KENT#❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON#❥ YANDERE HAL JORDAN#❥ YANDERE HARVEY DENT#❥ YANDERE JAIME REYES#❥ MATT MURDOCK X READER#❥ YANDERE PETER PARKER#❥ YANDERE REED RICHARDS#❥ YANDERE REMY LEBEAU#❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS#❥ YANDERE STEVE ROGERS#❥ YANDERE TIM DRAKE#❥ YANDERE WALLY WEST#❥ YANDERE VARIOUS X READER#❥ GN READER
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Star Trek Masterlist
Main Masterlist
James Kirk
More Fun Than Expected
Pronouns: He/Him, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Mirrorverse runs on sex and blood, Mirror Kirk is mean, switch Reader, sub Reader, dom Mirror Kirk, references to Reader giving oral but it doesn’t happen, hand job, sex as a threat, sex a discipline, mentions of execution and torture, use of the pet name “good boy,” mentions of prior sex partner and Reader, mentions of Reader’s time at the academy, inexperienced Reader, dirty talk, handjob, mentions of grinding, sex Summary: As a Commander aboard the ISS Enterprise you get the occasional privilege of sitting in the Captain’s chair. When the Captain comes to relieve the Beta shift he keeps you behind for some fun, but things don’t go quite how he planned.
Pavel Chekov
Flowers
Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, hinted Kirk/Spock and Chapel/Uhura, sex pollen enhances arousal and attraction but no fuck or die, allusions to bad wig Chekov, focus on how cute the Russian is, top reader, bottom Chekov, mentions of Chekov’s love for Russia Summary: The away team gets separated and the Captain orders for exploration in the meantime. Chekov and yourself wander across some strange plants that cause some interesting side effects.
Leonard McCoy
Cold
Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, stranded together, stuck in a cave, McCoy calls the reader “kid,” but he calls lots of people that, riding, hand-job, standard McCoy snark, long set up Summary: When Spock’s away team get stranded a second team is sent to locate them when the ship’s sensors fail. As a part of the rescue team, yourself and Doctor McCoy happen across a cave that needs investigating. A spontaneous collapse of the entrance leaves you both stuck in a freezing cave with limited sources of heat. You have to find a way to stay warm.
Those Blue Eyes: Leonard McCoy X Male Reader
Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 3: Evil Twins Pronouns: He/Him, use of boyfriend, reader called ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, flirty mirror counterparts, mentions of surgery and death Summary: A mirrored version of Doctor McCoy is on the Enterprise and you have him at phaser point, but things are much more complicated than they seem.
Malcolm Reed
Navyman: Malcolm Reed X Male Reader
Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Modern Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G Warnings: Malcolm’s family is clueless, aquaphobia, mentions of scary/life threatening conditions at sea Summary: In modern times, Malcolm Reed didn’t have any Starfleet to join and is pressured into the Navy despite his fear. His family is proud, but knows nothing about his phobia so you have to help him through it during a storytelling session.
Montgomery Scott
Traditions: Montgomery Scott X Gender Neutral Reader
Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Holiday Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Alcohol Warnings: Multiple holiday celebration, Scotty’s tree has to be perfect, mentions of scotch, holidays/faiths mentioned specifically: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and Christmas, author celebrates Yule and did research for other holidays Summary: When the holiday season rolls around the Enterprise has an annual party, limited to one night due to the dangers of space. Scotty and the Operations division are in charge of decorations for all of the holidays and it’s time to set up.
Spock
Calculations Were Off
Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Pon Farr, Spock having an animalistic drive, multiple orgasms, () used for custom name and rank, verbal consent is sexy, top Spock, bottom, Reader Summary: Spock has been careful to keep track of his Pon Farr, but it still snuck up on him before you could have your first time as a couple. Now Spock has to ask something very intimate of you.
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Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)
Chapter 4: The Little Mouse and the Metal Machine Part II - Falling
Series Masterlist
Chapter Synopsis:
Part two of a two part special that tells the tale of the very first time Reader and Nines were recognized for their exceptional teamwork (under all the wrong circumstances).
In this part, everyone's favorite duo works together to contextualize the evidence discovered thus far, coming to multiple unpleasant realizations in the process, one of which may just end up ending someone's life entirely.
AKA: Nines experiences fear, Reader puts herself in danger, and Reed actually helps with the investigation for a minute or two.
Chapter Content Warnings:
Mentions of death
Mentions of murder
Mentions of torture
Mild Gore
Mentions of android self harm
Blood
Word Count: 5,459
"It is blank for yourself and Detective Reed, Little Mouse, but not for me."
A blush rose to your cheeks at the unfamiliar nickname, and you sputtered out a response just moments later, confusion and embarrassment evident in your tone,
"L-Little Mouse?"
You asked, your voice cracking a bit as the android in front of you chuckled, a smooth and dark sound that almost made you shiver.
"I thought it was suitable. Similar to a mouse, you are both fragile yet strangely resilient. I thought this might satisfy your desire to have me call you something besides Detective."
You glared up at him, resisting the urge to call him out for his obvious satisfaction about the fact that he had both given you what you wanted while also ceaselessly mocking you for your biological inferiority.
"I have a name you know."
You grumbled back, cheeks still tinted pink as you looked away from your partner, trying to ignore the obvious amusement he was experiencing due to your reaction.
"Of course you do, Detective, and I know it well, But wasn't it you who insisted on giving me a nickname just weeks ago? Am I not allowed to do the same? That does not seem very equal to me."
You swallowed thickly in response to your partners words, his teasing tone making your skin feel warm as your heart beat faster in your chest.
How was he able to switch up on you so quickly?
Desperate to change the subject before your heart gave out, you cleared your throat awkwardly, letting the nickname slide for the time being as you tried to refocus on the case at hand.
"So, you're saying you can see something Reed and I can't? Like invisible ink for androids?"
Nines rolled his eyes at your words, amusement still evident in his tone as he replied shortly thereafter,
"Exactly like invisible ink detective, because it appears Gwyneth was using her own blue blood to write in her diary. This was most likely to ensure her guardians were unable to read it, as it details many of their abhorrent behaviors."
"Like what?"
You asked before you could stop yourself, watching as your partner turned back to the beginning of the diary, searching through a few pages before he began reading, voice low and smooth,
"Eric and Elizabeth beat the twins for speaking to one another today. They will probably be staying home from school for a few days until Eric's strange companion, Scott can repair them, because the identical gashes across their cheeks are showing their inner facial components and false teeth. Eric and Elizabeth are angry about this, and are blaming the twins for having made them so angry. I miss Logan, it's hard to take care of the girls without his help. He always made everything feel better. I think that's why they killed him before the rest of us. I hear them talking about how they like to watch us squirm when they think we're all in stasis mode. I know what they plan to do with us."
The entry was dated as just over three months prior, and as Nines turned a few pages forward you immediately knew what was to come.
"They killed Hallie and Charlotte tonight. I knew that it was coming, but there was nothing I could do to stop them. They pulled them out of the room like I wasn't even here, kicking and screaming, begging to be let go of, pleading for me to save them. I heard them screaming my name, along with Logan's well into the night, even after their vocal modulators started to give out from wear. I don't think I will ever forget the way they sounded after that, inhuman and yet so full of fear. I know deep down that something is wrong with all of this, but I can't bring myself to be afraid. I was created to obey and love Eric and Elizabeth, and I'm not sure what other options I could possibly have besides continuing to do so. I know they'll kill me too, I heard them talking about it at the end of the night, but I don't even think I'm capable of dying. Still, I keep finding myself wanting to whisper into the darkness and hear Charlotte and Hallie's voices whisper back. Logan's too, although I think I got used to not hearing him anymore a long time ago. I will miss my sisters."
This entry was dated for around three months ago, and you cringed upon hearing the gory details of the twins' murders.
Nines must have noticed this, because he was quiet for a few moments after reading that entry, staring down at you for a few more seconds before he flipped forward further until he once again found the page he was looking for,
"I hear them wherever I go. Charlotte, Hallie, and even Logan whisper in my ears when I'm alone, and I can't handle it anymore. I thought the silence without them was hard, but this is so much worse. They keep trying to convince me to do such terrible things to Eric and Elizabeth, begging me in those inhuman voices to do something to them before they can me. They told me that they buried their extra parts beneath the floor within their bedroom, too. I want to check for myself, but I'm afraid that I might actually find something there. I don't want the voices to be right, but they feel so real that I don't think there's any other possibility."
This entry was dated just five days after the previous one, and to your surprise, Nines closed the notebook after he was finished reading it.
You looked up at him, confused about his sudden disinterest in continuing, and he replied almost immediately.
"That is all you need to hear from her. I will tell you the rest as it is pertinent to do so."
You glared at your partner, about to argue when he turned and left the room, walking a bit down and back across the hall in order to reenter the dreaded master suite.
You swallowed thickly, trying not to breathe in through your nose for fear of that dreaded mechanical scent as you moved to stand in the doorway, confused as to what Nines was doing until he reopened the doors to the closet, the same ones you had gazed through earlier before noting how empty it was in there.
If only you had known how wrong you were.
You watched, finding yourself unable to look away as Nines knelt down to closely analyze the floor, his eyes shifting upward to find your own for the briefest of moments before he reached down and slid a heavy piece of metal covered in well camouflaged carpet over to the side. He appeared to be looking downward for a few seconds after this, although you didn't dare approach to see if you were correct about that, not until he turned to look over at you once more, his gaze lingering this time.
"May I borrow your flashlight, Detective?"
Swallowing thickly, you nodded, removing said device from your tool belt before taking a few steps forward and tossing it to your partner, who caught it with incredible ease despite the shakiness of your throw.
Under different circumstances, you would have very likely been impressed.
But right now, you were just trying to remind yourself to breathe through your mouth alone, desperately attempting to ignore the metallic taste that filled your mouth each time that you did.
God, this place was hell.
Nervously, you and a great deal of your coworkers watched as Nines aimed the flashlight's beam towards the square shaped hole in the floor, his expression unchanged even as he gazed at the sight within.
For a few seconds, there was only silence as he leaned back on his heels, flicking off the light before he stood up and walked away from the hole entirely. You were just about to ask him if he'd found anything when he spoke up on his own,
"The three android corpses within that hidden compartment and the fingerprints that are present on them will serve as evidence that Eric and Elizabeth Hughes did in fact murder their own adopted children. I would recommend having someone from forensics and the coroners office come to prepare the remains for transport. They are not in good condition, as it is apparent they sustained a great deal of damage prior to their deactivation."
You felt sadness and discomfort well up in you as Nines confirmed your suspicions regarding what he had found there, walking back towards you in order to request your support away from the scene once more, his cold hand pressing your flashlight back into your palm once he was close enough. The feeling of the cool black metal, ever so slightly warmed by the previously shining bulb encased within it, brought you back to earth a bit, and you sighed before agreeing to follow your partner, even if you knew deep down that whatever he had to tell you couldn't be good.
You were right.
When Nines pulled you away from your coworkers as they prepared the android bodies for transit, he hardly even waited until you were standing at the end of the empty hallway to tell you what he believed to be the truth of the case: That Gwyneth had murdered her guardians.
He told you about what he'd found towards the end of the diary, pages upon pages of rambling describing how the little girl planned to murder the people who were supposed to have been her caretakers. She talked about bleeding them out in the bathtub the way they'd done to her siblings, of burying them beneath the floor boards just as they'd done to Logan, Hallie, and Charlotte.
She had never outright admitted to killing her parents in the diary, but Nines told you that he had absolutely no doubt that she had done exactly as she said she would, first going after Elizabeth downstairs in the kitchen, where the oldest of the blood had been found, before dragging her over to the bathroom to torture and drain her of her blood the exact same way she and her husband had done to Gwyneth's siblings. After that, Nines believed she had gone upstairs to where Eric had likely been resting, and stabbed him until he was unable to fight back. He was unsure what she had used as her weapon, but due to the lack of forensic evidence on the tools in the bathroom, and the neat way they had been arranged, he stated he had little doubt they had been the murder weapons. He then told you of his theory that Gwyneth had used a bloodied blanket that had been found inside the downstairs bathroom to transport a barely alive Eric down the stairs and into the tub without making a mess.
It all made sense, and you couldn't help but hate it.
Whenever the victim turned to something like this, to killing other people, you always felt like a failure. Where had the justice system been when it came to protecting this little girl? Why hadn't anyone noticed sooner how horrifically abused these children were being?
It was all so unfair.
But what Nines told you next felt even worse.
He told you about the number in the downstairs closet, of the implications it had when it came to the immense amounts of thirium that had once been present within this household. Due to the less than pleasant nature of the family, as well as the shady phone number, and the lack of thirium present within the drainage system of the home, Nines suspected that Eric and Elizabeth had sold it for the production of red ice, and that the burner phone number was probably a contact for getting rid of it.
They had abused their children, tortured them, taken their lives, buried their bodies beneath metal and carpeting, and then sold their blood to be used for drug production.
Somehow, it just kept getting worse and worse.
Seeing your obvious emotional response to his words, Nines' expression changed subtly, just enough so that a few officers present at the other end of the hallway stared at the sight of it, shocked at what they were seeing.
You, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice, far too wrapped up in everything you had learned.
But unfortunately, Nines wasn't done yet, proceeding to request a gathering in the downstairs living area of the home in order to update everyone on his theory.
By the time he was done speaking, not even the infamously argumentative Gavin Reed himself took issue with his thoughts regarding the evidence as it was currently known, and everyone was silent, until finally, one of the many officers who had been initially dispatched to the scene spoke up.
"Well, what are you proposing we do about the perpetrator then? Do we send out her image and name even though there are thousands of others just like her?"
Nines shook his head at that, immediately responding,
"Well, the good and bad news about the Hughes' android children is that they were all custom built, which was how they were able to enroll them in school without anyone knowing they were androids. This means that if we needed to alert the media, there would be a fairly reasonable chance she might one day be recognized by someone. The bad part of this is that if they had not been custom built, none of this ever could have occurred as easily in the first place."
The officer nodded in understanding, before you spoke up for the first time in a long time, and almost everyone in the room noticed the way that Nines shifted his body to face you immediately upon hearing your voice, a furrow of what almost appeared to be concern appearing above his brow as he took in what you were saying.
He had looked almost notably worried for a while now, as if your emotional distress was an immense concern rather than a slight setback.
"You're talking like we won't need to alert the media. Does that mean you think we can find her with the evidence we already have alone?"
Nines hummed, a spark of what was almost like pride flickering within him as you caught on easily to his earlier words. His lips were curled at the edges as he replied,
"I do, and that is exactly why I wished to speak to everyone here at once. Due to the evidence I have of the perpetrator, I know for a fact that the chances that she has left this house are slim to none. That being said, I also know the entire layout of this home from having downloaded current and past floor plans and blue prints, and there doesn't seem to be anywhere she could be hiding where we would not have already located her. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
Everything was completely silent until suddenly, Gavin spoke up from the other side of the living room,
"I might have a lead."
Five minutes later, everyone was standing upstairs in the scarcely decorated children's bedroom, crowding around the window.
"This was open when I got here."
Reed explained, his arms crossed as he avoided eye contact with the android who was standing in front of him,
"I asked the cops who were first to the scene, and they said they hadn't even been up here to open the window at all."
The RK900 model nodded in response, looking over to you before he turned his gaze back towards the window, noting that there was almost no available ground to stand on outside of this portion of the house due to a fence, therefore making it difficult for someone to go outside and look at what was visible from below.
Well then, clearly he would need to get creative in his approach.
He turned towards you fully now, his voice clear and highly confident as he spoke,
"Detective, hold my legs, I am going to get a picture of the above area on this side of the house."
You raised your brows in response, but did as your partner asked, allowing him to get situated with his back against the wooden window sill before he slowly began easing himself outside further, keeping his torso upright without any support in a manner that would have been nearly impossible for any human being.
You grasped Nines' body by the calves, both arms wrapped around them as you did your best to ensure he wouldn't fall out the window due to any potential external pressures.
It was a stressful job.
"Nines?"
You called out after a few moments, hearing a dull click before a chuckle came from outside of the window,
"Yes, Little Mouse?"
You felt your face burn in embarrassment as multiple of your coworkers murmured to one another upon hearing the condescending nickname.
God, this was humiliating.
"Are you almost done? This is making me nervous."
That chuckle came again, much closer this time, and the calves beneath your arms bent in a manner that let you know Nines had sat up once more.
You looked up at him in obvious surprise, dropping your arms from around his legs seconds later as he looked down at you, clearly amused at your previous unnecessary concerns,
"Whatever for, Detective? Were you worried about me?"
His tone was serious, but had a mocking lilt to it that made you glare up at your partner, crossing your arms,
"More like worried about me. You're a three million dollar piece of equipment, Nines, and it would have been my ass if you fell two stories and needing replacing for it."
Humming, your partner lowered himself back inside fully, standing tall and proud above you as he brushed the dirt from the window sill off of his uniform,
"Whatever you say, Detective."
Not long afterward, yourself and the rest of your coworkers were sitting all around the room, analyzing the photo that Nines had taken with great interest and confusion.
Above the window Nines had taken the photo from by using his ocular cameras, it was apparent that there was in fact another story to the house, something you and Nines had been aware of already.
But, what was interesting was the fact that leading up to the rather small window, large pieces of metal could be seen sticking out of the house, almost like they had been placed there by someone in an effort to reach the window a full story above.
"If Gwyneth is anywhere in this house, it's there."
Nines said matter of factly, and everyone turned to face him as he spoke,
"The only thing we need to do now is send someone up there to check it out."
Everyone was silent, none of them particularly eager to go and risk meeting a potentially homicidal little android girl in a dark attic that hadn't been touched by any human being for decades.
And on top of that, there was the whole other issue of the size of the window. No grown man would fit through that easily, least of all the RK900 who was arguably most suited for this particular job. Nines was a big guy, standing at over six feet tall with incredibly broad shoulders that could never dream of fitting into such a small space, especially not when no part of his body could be considered even the least bit pliable.
Nines had not been made to be soft, to mold himself to fit into particular spaces, he was supposed to create those spaces regardless of risk.
But this was not his original task, and this was not something he could brute force his way into.
Someone else would have to go up there, and they would have to do it alone.
"I'll do it." you said, your voice small but confident even as you shook a bit while standing to meet your partners harsh and scrutinizing gaze.
Nines watched you, looking you up and down slowly before he sighed, glancing about the room as if waiting for someone else, anyone else to volunteer.
Nobody did.
He sighed.
"Are you sure you're up for this?"
He asked, approaching you slowly, running scan after scan to check your vitals in an effort to discern fully whether or not this was a good idea.
But no matter what he did, there was no answer he could find that was entirely certain and without risk.
And he hated that.
"This case seems to have shaken you, Detective. I do not want you to take any unnecessary risks. The entire case could be jeopardized based upon your actions."
His words were very normal for him, so very Nines in nature, but the worry within his gaze was not. He didn't want you to take such a huge risk unless you felt confident you could come out the other side unscathed.
You nodded in response to his words,
"I'm sure, Nines. Let me do this."
Your partner watched you, his jaw clenching and unclenching repeatedly until finally, he relented,
"As you wish, Detective. We will aim to have you heading up within the hour. Please prepare yourself accordingly."
Nines spoke like he intended to have no involvement with said preparation, but for the next thirty five minutes he spent every moment of his time going over plans with you, creating back up plan after back up plan for probability after probability until you had the audacity to compare him to his predecessor due to his obvious anxiety pertaining to your success.
That had shut him up until your final five minutes prior to your journey, which was when he came to present you with his gun.
You had never really told anyone, but you didn't like to carry a lethal weapon on you during work hours unless you were instructed to. Nines knew that, and was evidently all too aware of the fact that you'd arrived on the scene today weaponless. But rather than chastising you for that, as he had done many times in the past, he simply held out his gun, watching as you accepted it gingerly, holstering it away with a nod of appreciation.
You didn't know what to say.
Since becoming your partner, Nines had accidentally become one of the most important people in your life.
You saw him nearly every single day, and whether he considered the two of you to be close or not, you had actually started to think of him as a friend rather than just your partner.
Even still, you couldn't bring yourself to say that to his face, no matter how scary the situation at hand happened to be.
You were just about to try and get something, anything out when Nines spoke up,
"You will make it out of this unharmed, Detective."
His tone was stern and certain as he spoke, his grey eyes hardened in a way that may have actually frightened you just a few weeks prior.
But now?
Now it was all too familiar to make you feel anything but strangely at ease.
He continued a few seconds later, his expression remaining ever unchanged,
"I swear it. I will not allow anything bad to happen to you. Not now, and not in the future. That is the promise I made as your partner, and I intend to keep it."
You smiled up at Nines, the first one he had seen in a few hours, and he watched as you reached your hand out, grabbing one of his as it lay limply at his side to grasp it within your own, a sign of strength and confidence that was almost able to put him at ease.
Almost.
"I trust you, Nines."
You said, and you could have sworn you saw that hardened stare soften for a moment before he blinked that tenderness away in favor of his usual harsh expression.
Your partner nodded in response to your words, a small smile appearing at the edges of his lips as he replied earnestly,
"And I you, Little Mouse."
There was silence between the two of you for a few moments before you both let go of one another's hands, allowing the peace and quiet to permeate the environment before Nines spoke up once more, his voice a bit softer than the last time he had given you instructions pertaining to your mission,
"I will be on the ground below along with everyone else currently present. If you need anything at all, just call for me. I will hear it. We removed the fence to ensure there is enough room for everybody to remain safely outside the premises so no one will be of your concern."
You nodded softly, swallowing thickly as you glanced outside to see your coworkers on the grass below, anxiously awaiting your ascent to the abandoned attic.
It was now or never.
You looked back to Nines, giving him one last nervous smile before you made your way over to the window. You sat there on the windowsill, listening to your peers chat below, until you saw the familiar form of your partner stride outside to stand with them, giving you the signal to head upward. You gave him a stern nod in response, and stood at the edge of the sill, grasping on to one of the sturdy metal rungs that had been stuck into the side of the house and pulling yourself upward.
You repeated this process of slowly moving up until finally, you reached the window, which you could now see was slightly ajar. Praying that the age of the noticeably warped wood wouldn't cause it to squeak and give you away, you pushed the window the rest of the way up slowly before making your way inside feet first in the very same manner that your partner had instructed you to less than an hour before. Allowing the fading natural light to guide your way, you slowly pressed forward into the dusty attic, fear welling up inside you as the silence took over all other sounds.
It was far too quiet in here. And you didn't feel nearly as alone as you'd hoped you would.
"Hello? Gwyneth? Are you there?"
The sound of your voice in the tense silence surprised you, and you swallowed thickly as you watched the room ahead of you for any signs of movement.
Nothing.
"I know you're probably afraid, and maybe even injured, but I'm not here to hurt you. I know what happened, and I know why too. It wasn't your fault. Please let me help you."
At that, you heard the sound of something gentle padding against the thin wood floors, reminding you of exactly how old the dampened floor boards in here were, unsturdy and sagging beneath your feet.
You remained silent and rooted to the spot, watching as a little girl, presumably Gwyneth, stepped closer to the light that was streaming in through the window.
Her blonde hair caught the sun gently, and you almost flinched at the harsh stench of blood that hit you as she grew closer. She was covered in it, from head to toe, and that became more and more evident as her hair caught the nearly dying light once more. It was an almost coppery orange due to how long the blood had been setting into it, and it was knotted in a way that made you feel bad for her.
"Hi."
You all but breathed out, smiling down at the little girl who stood in front of you, her gaze aimed downward and her expression somber. It was hard to tell what she was feeling, let alone what she was thinking within such a dark space, but even still you tried to remain calm, reminding yourself that she never would have done the things she had if not for the abuse she'd endured.
"My name is Y/n. I'm a detective with the Detroit Police Department. I'm here to he-"
"The Detroit Police Department?"
The little girl asked suddenly, her gaze briefly meeting yours, eyes shining with excitement,
"Have you ever met Connor?"
You were taken aback for a moment, confused about what she meant before you smiled, nodding softly,
"I have. He's a friend actually. I'm sure he would love to meet you if you were willing to come down to the department with me to answer a few questions."
At that, Gwyneth actually smiled up at you, her eyes shining as she nodded enthusiastically,
"Sure!"
You almost flinched at her loud outburst, but smiled back nonetheless, calling down to your coworkers to share the news.
Only their response was less than stellar.
In fact, it turned out to be deadly.
"Fuck yeah, Rookie, show that little bitch whose boss!"
You all but flinched at Gavin's words as he shouted them up at you, and you quickly realized he must have believed you had neutralized the child rather than just talked her into coming of her own free will.
And that was where the trouble started.
Multiple of your coworkers cried out in agreement, and you saw the excitement turn to fear as the little girl stepped backwards into the darkness once more. Desperate to help, you followed, trying to explain yourself as you went, to no avail.
The cries of victory from below, alongside the shouts about the victims receiving justice, was all too much for the young android to handle, and, in an effort to get herself out of her situation, Gwyneth began to aggressively slam her head against the floor, and you gasped in horror as it began to splinter beneath her, falling away in various areas due to decay and a lack of upkeep. If she kept this up, the entire house would be going down with her.
"Fuck!"
You cursed, trying to get close enough to reach her, praying that you could stop her onslaught of self inflicted violence, only to realize the floor was growing weaker and weaker by the moment, the whole house feeling as if it were shaking as the load bearing walls below you groaned out of effort and strain.
You were already too late.
Fear gripped your heart as you realized your situation, your legs shaking as you rushed back to the window, knowing all too well that you wouldn't have enough time to climb down before the whole house collapsed beneath you.
Cursing over and over, you had to fight to stay on your feet as fear overcame you, tears beginning to fall and slide down your cheeks as the realization hit you that you were going to die here, in an unfamiliar house, having failed at your job. You had been unable to save Gwyneth, and now you would be unable to save yourself as well.
But then, over the sounds of the varying cries of fear and shock below, you heard him, and an almost overwhelming sense of comfort briefly trumped your fear.
"Nines."
You breathed out, listening closely as the man below called up to you,
"Detective, you need to jump, now!"
His tone was aggressive, almost angry, and decidedly fearful as he desperately tried to get through to you.
"I will catch you. Remember what I said earlier. I will not let you come to harm, not now, not ever."
His confident tone, the certainty in his voice, and the familiarity of his presence unfroze your fear driven mind, and, deciding to take your last chance at life, you shouted back a strained,
"Okay!"
Down to your partner, knowing full well that it would be all he needed to get prepared to catch you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the sounds of the world all but falling apart around you as you placed your feet on the window sill, gripping the upper portion of it for dear life as you stepped up and out of the house.
You looked down at everyone for a brief moment, your only safety being the wood grasped within your hands and lying beneath your feet. And this wood wasn't going to last much longer.
Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes one final time, thinking back to your previous conversation with Nines, back before everything had gone to shit.
"I trust you."
You whispered out softly, allowing your body to slowly fall forward until there was nothing left to hold you up, the air rushing past you as you fell nearly three stories towards the ground below.
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i’m really in the mood to finish some of my scott reed fics that have been in my drafts for eons. anyone interested, coz im having feels for that character rn (much to my bf’s dismay 😂)
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Uncertainty VII.
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Warning: Language. Mentions of abuse, nothing graphic, just mentions.

Warning: Language. Mentions of abuse, nothing graphic, just mentions.
You waited anxiously as Mrs Jensen talked to the probation officer at the info point. You were in juvenile prison along with Clay and his mother, trying to visit Justin.
After he had gotten arrested yesterday you had spent the night crying in your bed, guilt eating you up inside. You should have known. You should have known he would get into prison if he talked. You could have stopped him. You bet Bryce would have gotten arrested even if he hadn’t testified.
That was the only satisfaction you felt in the past weeks. That and the fact you had gotten back closer to Scott. Though even that went down the drain when Justin and you shared an almost-kiss, complicating everything.
Sighing, you shook your head. Now was not the time.
“Only two of you can visit and only one visitation is allowed per day,” the officer said just as you tuned back into the conversation.
“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen replied, taking the visit card.
“I have to see him,” you immediately demanded, not leaving any room to answer.
“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen repeated with a welcoming smile, “You and Clay get in and talk to him. And tell him, that we’ll try our best to get him out as soon as possible from me.”
“Alright, Mom,” Clay said and you two followed the officer. Walking down the halls, you took in the bleak atmosphere and shivered, not from the cold. And Justin had to stay here for who knows how long.
The officer stopped in front of one of the many white doors with the number 20 on it. Unlocking the door, he held it open for you. “Another officer will get Mr Foley in soon. Just wait here.”
“Thanks.”
Wringing your hands, you paced around the room after the officer closed the door, leaving you alone with Clay for now.
“Relax, Y/N,” he said, pulling the chair next to him out, “Take a seat.”
“I can’t,” you rejected, a frown marring your features. You were too restless to sit still.
“It’s going to be fine. Juvie can’t be so bad,” Clay continued, “And he won’t be in here for long. You heard my mother.”
“Juvie can’t be so bad?” You asked incredulously, crossing your arms, “You clearly haven’t been talking to Sheri-”
Right then the door across from you opened up and in came the boy you had been waiting for. Freezing, you took a millisecond to take in his features before you jumped on him, hugging him fiercely.
“Woah, calm down,” Justin chuckled feebly, though wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as well.
“I missed you,” you mumbled.
“It was only a day.”
“Still,” you insisted, feeling his smile as he nuzzled your neck, hiding his face from the world for a second. “And I was scared of what would happen here.”
“Nothing’s going to happen here,” your best friend reassured, pulling back and you reluctantly loosened your hold on him.
“That’s what I said, too,” Clay chimed in and they greeted each other with a simple nod. You almost rolled your eyes, ‘Boys’. Can’t show their feelings.
“They already cut your hair short,” you noted and ran a hand through his shock of hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch and your heart ached at how weak he looked at this moment.
“Common thing, they do it to all of them in juvie,” Clay smart-assed and you gave him a look.
“It’s really fine, Y/N,” Justin reassured, squeezing your waist and you searched his bright eyes before nodding with a sigh.
“How was the first night?” you asked, leading him towards the table to sit.
“Fine,” Justin recounted, “I got a creepy dude as a roommate. Creepy as in he doesn’t talk at all. But everything is better than Bryce, I guess.”
You all chuckled humourlessly, “That would have been something.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs Jensen said you will be out in no time,” you informed him, “She’s doing the best she can.”
“Good, tell her thanks from me,” Justin said, “I really appreciate it.”
You smiled, placing your hand on his to squeeze it in comfort. He turned his own around to intertwine your fingers and your heart skipped a beat, which confused you a little. Since when did this little move of your best friend make you feel all funny?
You inwardly shook your head again, trying to listen into the boys’ conversation. Clay talked about the blog for the case and how Justin’s and Bryce’s arrest had blown up the comment section.
“Some say you deserve it, but most want you out,” Clay summarised as Justin scrolled through the feed. You peeked over his side to take a look at the comments yourself.
“I hope you die a miserable death in juvie, you cowardly bastard,” you read, wincing. People never learn.
“I earned that, I guess,” Justin said, shoulders slouching. He dropped the phone on the table and pushed it back to Clay, leaning on his elbows as he ran a hand over his face tiredly. You rubbed his arm in comfort. “They’ll get over it. Quick to judge and quick to forget, that’s how people are.”
He smiled weakly, nodding and you wished you could more.
-
You were only able to spend little more time with Justin as the officer soon called you out. Thankfully, you were allowed to visit him every day, which you did.
Sometimes, Mrs Jensen would tag along, sometimes Clay, sometimes even Zach. But most of the time you went alone, making sure he was alright. He seemed alright at least but you felt like he wouldn’t tell you everything that was happening. Knowing what Sheri told you about juvie, you wondered if he was sugarcoating things to ease your worries.
“The food was actually pretty good today,” Justin recalled, “The cooking staff was in a good mood, I guess.”
You nodded, regarding him with sharp eyes. He glanced around in confusion, “What?”
“Are you telling the truth?” you asked, straight out.
“What? Of course, I am.”
“Because to me, it seems like you’re hiding stuff from me.”
“I’m not!”
You raised up an eyebrow. “Really, Y/N,” he pushed, holding his hand out over the table for you to take. You did and he ran his thumb softly over the back of your hand. “You have nothing to worry about. This is actually way better than being homeless.” You bit your lip, the thought of it was still painful.
“I still don’t get, why you didn’t come to me,” you almost whispered, not wanting to push this question on him now that he was suffering but not being able to contain yourself.
“I...you know the reason why I left now, Y/N...what I did to Jessica,” Justin explained slowly, “I couldn’t face anyone, especially not you...I guess I was too ashamed. And afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Of you hating me?” Justin said, “I mean, don’t you at all?” You stayed silent, looking down at this hand as the memory of the day before the verdict surfaced again. How he had accused you of taking him in out of pity and passively judging him for his mistakes. Justin seemed to have the same in mind, letting go of your hand to wring his own together, “Listen,” he started nervously, “about that night...I...we...I didn’t really mean, what I said- the way I said it-”
“-but you think it,” you interrupted, “You think that I took you in out of pity. It’s not true, I took you in because you’re my best friend and I care about you. And yeah...I admit I was angry at you about what happened with Jessica, but I can tell how much you regret it. You already feel guilty enough and...who am I to judge anyway?”
Justin stared at you, nodding unsurely, “Okay...and about...the other thing that happened...?”
You shifted, avoiding his probing look, “Let’s talk about that when you’re out, okay? It can wait.”
Justin bit his lip, slowly nodding again. You guys stayed silent for a few minutes and you wondered how to break the awkward tension when he spoke up again, “Are you and Scott...back together?” he asked, hesitatingly glancing up to you, his eyes almost fearful.
“No...we haven’t been able to talk or see each other...with everything going on,” you answered truthfully. Justin sighed quietly to himself in relief. “That’s good.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and he coughed, “I mean...I don’t know what I mean.”
“Time is up,” the officer called out and you nodded at him. Standing up, your heart squeezed upon seeing him in the orange prison clothes with ‘juvenile’ printed on the back. You quickly hugged him as tightly as you could.
“Y/N, you’re crushing me,” Justin laughed, tickling your side so you were forced to let go.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, bidding him goodbye. He nodded with a smile, tugging a strand of your hair back. “Take care.”
But you didn’t see him the next day. Nor the day after or the day after the day after.
“I’m sorry, Ms L/N, Mr Foley doesn’t wish to see you right now,” the probation officer said, a sympathetic look in his gaze. Clay shifted beside you uncomfortably, already having the visit card in hand.
“But why? I don’t understand,” you demanded to know, gripping the strap of your bag in a death grip, “Why can Clay go see him but I can’t?”
“He specifically asked not to let you through.”
You gaped at him in shock. “Okay, thank you,” you said numbly, sitting down on one of the chairs. How could he? Why would he do that?
“Mr Jensen, if you’ll follow me, please?”
Clay looked down at you with a pitying frown, “I’ll be back soon.”
Your chest burned at the rejection as you waited for Clay to get out. He was allowed to go in, but you weren’t? When the hell did they get so close and you got pushed away once again? First Jessica, now him. Anger bubbled inside you at Justin’s blatant disregard towards you. You were tempted to just barge into the room, already knowing the way from coming here every day for over three weeks, but one look at the buff officers around made you think twice.
Your phone dinged and you looked down to see Scott messaging you.
Scott (2:36 PM): Hey, how are you doing?
That’s all you’d been doing lately; texting. You met up once or twice to just hang out and maybe get closer again, but your thoughts preoccupied you too much to give him the attention he deserved, so you had opted for not meeting up until you sorted yourself out. If you had known it would take this long for Justin to get out you would have had already talked to him about the night before the verdict.
You (2:37 PM): Fine, I’m waiting for Clay to get out from meeting Justin rn.
Scott (2:37 PM): Why are you not with them?
You (2:37 PM): He doesn’t want to see me, I’ve been told.
You dropped your phone in your lap and looked up at the ceiling, blinking fast to stop the tears that welled up in frustration. Scott didn’t text you back after this and you were left mulling over what you could have possibly done wrong to Justin.
Clay got out after another twenty minutes, awkwardly walking over to you. You looked up at him wordlessly, your eyes questioning.
“He said he doesn’t want to see you for a while. You should come to visit a day or two before the trial,” he informed you quietly and your features constricted in pain.
“But why? I don’t get it,” you whispered, brokenly. Clay sighed deeply, unsure of what to say.
“...Let’s just get you home for now,” Clay suggested, “It will all get sorted out eventually.” You nodded, figuring he didn’t get an explanation from your idiotic best friend either and followed him to his car.
He dropped you off at home where you immediately fell down in your bed, tired from being sad. You were close to drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang, causing you to groan out loud in annoyance.
“Not a single second where I can be left in peace,” you grumbled to yourself and opened the door, ready to yell at anyone who dared to disturb you at your sensitive moment.
The curse words got stuck in your throat though when you spotted Scott standing with his pearl white smile, in simple dark jeans and a grey, tight-fitted shirt.
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted almost shyly and your anger melted away immediately.
“Scott, hi,” you asked surprised, opening the door wider, “I didn’t expect you to come. Did we plan something?”
“Eh...no,” he said sheepishly, stepping inside, “I figured you could need some company.”
You didn’t need some company, you needed his company. Smiling warmly I closed the door behind him, “It’s greatly appreciated but how did you know, I wonder?”
“When you wrote that Justin didn’t want to see you I thought you would be hurt,” he explained, settling down on the couch. Your smile faded upon remembering the previous event and you sighed heavily, “Yeah, I don’t even know what that is about again,” you said, pain filling your voice.
Scott looked at you sympathetically, motioning for you to sit down next to him, “It’s like every time he wants to hide something he runs away like he doesn’t trust me at all. I wonder what it is this time.” You relaxed under his touch as he rubbed your back in comfort, leaning into it.
“He’s going to come around,” he reassured, “You guys never managed to stay away from each other for too long.”
You chuckled, nodding in agreement. The longest you and Justin had not talked was when he had run away.
“It still gets me frustrated even though I should be used to it by now,” you mumbled.
“You know what will help?”
“A tub of ice cream and the Hobbit movies?” you asked hopefully and he grinned, nodding. You squealed in excitement, not having done that for a while. It wasn’t fun doing it alone and the only one, who would go through with all three movies, was Scott.
The day took a good turn after that horrendous start and you couldn’t be grateful enough for Scott’s presence. He always managed to make you feel great no matter what. ‘Why did I ever break up with you?’ You wondered as you admired his features whilst he was absorbed in the scene where Bilbo met Smaug in the Lonely Mountain.
“If you keep staring that intensely I might go up in flames.” Oops, he wasn’t so absorbed then. You looked forward, pretending like you hadn’t stared at him and he chuckled, leaning back.
“Thank you for staying here with me,” you said softly, smiling slightly.
He smiled back, his white teeth almost blinding you. “Always, Y/N. You know I’m only a call away.” His phone buzzed then and you glanced down at the screen to see a message from ‘Baseball Kings’. The same group that had started all the dilemma in the first place.
Biting your lips, you refrained from saying anything. You had no right to judge him, he had proven more than enough on what side he was. If he was still in that group...then it was fine. You observed him frown slightly and swish the message away without reading it before he turned back to you.
“So, do you think Justin will get released soon?” he started up a conversation and you two started contemplating together until the late evening. In the end, you both had no clue and decided to just see what would happen.
By the time you bid each other goodbye, it was already dark outside. You gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, blushing deeply as if it had been the first time. ‘Grow up, Y/N. He’s already seen you naked,’ you scolded yourself as you slowly closed the door on his beaming face, giggling to yourself.
This day had definitely turned out for the better.
-
You paced back and forth in the waiting room of juvenile.
It had been almost an entire month since you had seen Justin. Almost an entire month he had refused to see you and you were on the verge of losing your mind. Neither Clay nor Mrs Jensen or Mr Jensen told you why he had decided to close himself off once again. You had your theories, but none of them seemed valid enough, a reason enough to be rejected like that.
But now, one day before the trial he had finally agreed on seeing you so this was why you were where you were right now.
“Ms. L/N?” the officer called out and you raced towards him eagerly. He gave you the visit card and pointed to the hallway, “ Mr Foley is waiting for you.”
Your heart unexpectedly raced at the words and you blamed it on not having seen him for so long. Although your heart had also raced back when you saw him in school for the first time after his disappearance, it was more out of anger that time and now...you couldn’t tell.
A guard opened the door for you, revealing the same room that you had used to preoccupy on the first days of his arrest.
Thanking him quietly, you walked in only to stop dead in your tracks when you spotted your best friend standing in the middle of the room. It wasn’t his mere sight that made you halt your steps but more what had been added to his features; bruises. A lot of bruises.
More than Meth Seth had ever given him. And you knew now why he had tried to keep you away. Why he had kept himself hidden the whole time.
Tears filled your eyes and Justin sighed, “It’s fine really, Y/N.”
Ignoring his words you rushed over, crushing him into a hug. He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around you as well and the familiarity of it only made you cry a lot harder. You had missed him dearly.
“You stupid, idiotic piece of shit,” you cursed him weakly, rubbing your eyes against his shoulder to dry them.
“Sorry?” he apologised.
“Why do you always do this?” you asked in a broken voice, “Why do you always try to hide everything bad?”
“Because you will just take it too hard,” Justin replied quietly, nuzzling your hair, “You always take everything to heart.”
“When it comes to you, yes,” you huffed, “You’re my best friend after all.”
Justin stayed silent, running his hand through your hair and calming you down effectively that way.
“So this is why you refused to let me see you?” you clarified, still not letting go of him as you blankly looked at the wall behind him. You felt him nod into your shoulder and your heart ached at how much he must have suffered all this time whilst you were cursing him 24/7 for not letting you see him. “Who is doing this to you?”
“Just some idiots, nothing personal,” he said with a shrug, “They like to pick on the new ones, I’ve been told.”
You took a shaky breath before pulling away slightly to take in his features again. His left eye was surrounded by a dark shade of purple and you wondered since when he was able to open it again. There was a cut on his right cheek and a slight bruise on his jawline. You had the sudden urge to kiss each spot as if it would take away the pain like mothers fooled their kids into believing.
Looking into his sea blue-green eyes you admired the slight fire that was still in them and wondered how he had not broken down, yet. Besides the time he had run away.
“You need to stop doing this,” you whispered, feeling like you should be quiet in this serene atmosphere.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“You need to stop hiding from me,” you explained, touching the cut on his cheek slightly with your fingertips. He winced before leaning into your touch like he always did, making your heart melt and speed up at the same time. What was he doing to you?
“Okay,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours and your eyes fluttered closed, breathing him in. Was this still normal for a platonic best friendship?
“I feel like you’re just saying okay to please me but you will do it again,” you complained and he laughed.
“Maybe,” he said with an impish smile that deepened his dimple and you poked your finger in it, “Will you please stop crying now?” he requested a bit desperately and only then did you realise the tears were still flowing and he raised his hands to your cheeks to gently wipe them away.
“Can’t,” you sniffed and he sighed in mock-exasperation.
“What to do with this emotional Y/N,” he pondered, “Normally I would offer a tub of ice-cream but that’s not possible now, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t need anything but my best friend, you jerk,” you said, punching his chest slightly before your rested your head against it. Justin engulfed you back into a hug, squeezing you tightly and you let out a content sigh, feeling safe and secure even though you were in juvenile.
“Now, tell me: How bad are things for real here?” you requested, tensing in anticipation.
“Y/N...”
“The scale is 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst.”
“...9,5.” You sucked in a sharp breath as your head snapped back up. That bad?? You knew it was bad but if even Justin was admitting it to you it must have been way worse than your imagination.
You stared at him in sheer devastation as he swallowed tightly, the pain in his beautiful eyes evidence on what he had endured the past weeks. “You get used to it at some point,” he tried to brush it off casually but he knew he failed when a new set of tears came rushing down your cheeks. You felt a bit pathetic at the number of times you had been crying but you couldn’t help it given the situation.
“I don’t want you to get back in there,” you mumbled, wrapping him tightly in your arms.
“I might get out of here tomorrow after the trial,” he mused, “Bryce’s folk won’t let him lose this case and if he gets off, I should, too.”
You nodded, feeling relieved even though the prospect of that rapist being set free without any jail time repulsed you immensely. The law system was sick sometimes.
“Five more minutes,” the officer called from behind the door and you tightened your grip around Justin.
“Y/N, you need to let go,” Justin said, trying to gently pry you off but you shook your head.
“He said five more minutes,” you said, your tone muffled as you had your head nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing him in. He smelled mostly of dirt and grease but there was still a slight hint of his own smell and you were desperately trying to take it in.
“I promise we’ll see each other tomorrow,” he said and you looked up into his eyes, narrowing your own.
“You’ve broken too many promises by now. I don’t trust you,” you said and he winced slightly.
“Can’t blame you for that,” he muttered, “How about I swear it then?”
You sighed, “Better than nothing, I guess.”
“Alright. Y/N, I solemnly swear that we’ll see each other tomorrow.”
“Okay, and if you break it I get to knee you in the bal-” you were cut off when he suddenly leaned and kissed you right on the lips. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to deepen his approach, placing a hand on your neck to pull you closer. For a second, you were frozen, not knowing what to do but you almost moaned when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance that you granted. You kissed him back, sighing contently and feeling a kind of freedom you had never felt before; like you had been unable to breathe and this was the first gulp of air you had gotten after a long time. Your hands glided upwards, your fingers tangling into his hair, causing a deep growl from Justin as he grasped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly close.
He reluctantly pulled away when he heard the door open, pulling you out of a daze as you both breathed raggedly into each other.
“What was that for?” you gasped, still slightly numb as you almost drowned in his smiling blue eyes that shone with newfound energy.
“Sealing the deal with a kiss.”
VIII.
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