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Magnus being a coven escapee is top 5 insane adaptational changes for sure, given that the show is looking at the ways that power structures rely on abuse to maintain themselves as the status quo. if lestat literally embodies the aristocratic european patriarchy and itâs effect on the family unit and itâs racist extension into the colony states like louisiana, what does it mean to show that a large part of his own abuse at home was brought about by attempting - in the ways that he could - to be outside them? Like the lengths the story is going to set up all the myriad ways in which systemic abuse (and sa either as real [claudia and armand] or allegorical [lestatâs turning] ) does not automatically make you a friend and ally to those who have experienced something similar to you, no matter how much you may deeply and truly love them, but instead become another rod on their back is⌠something else.Â
and louis seemingly unable to engage with any of this sincerely with his ceo detatchment from profit coming from bodies, and the wall of his own guilt (and not seeing himself as a victim of an abusive relationship!!) at putting who knows how many girls in similar situations in the brothels is truly⌠big man in the big house stuffing cotton in his ears.Â
#interview with the vampire#only took 6-7 business days and some scrubbing the shower fumes to even begin to be able to articulate this. like.#locked in the tower; kept under the floorboards... damn maybe love is a small box he keeps you in for real.#all this to say - are you ready to die magnus marius bruce??#text
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projecting but i think izzy cleans when he's angry
#ed comes back to their apartment late one night to find it completely spotless#izzy is FUMING scrubbing at the faucet with a toothbrush#ofmd#ibhau
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having a job is cool bc you earn money! but then there are the horrors
#9-5 sucking my energy today queens#no creativity for rachel sheâs too tired#happy 6am canât wait to spend the next 8 hours scrubbing shower screens and burning my nose with bleach fumes
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Having sensory issues that you haven't quite registered as proper, real and VALID issues yet can be real interesting. For example;
Me, overwhelmed and fuming with rage and anxiety: How can I fuckity fuck make this better?
*remembers that sunlight and seeing what's outside can make people feel less claustrophobic ergo lowering anxiety*
*forgets that bright lights and colors are a sensory FUCK NO when overwhelmed*
*partially opens the window shutters*
*closes the window shutters*
#i have never been more grateful to not be a smoker because I have been pacing up and down the room and FUMING#fuck apps and fuck technology AND FUCK CUSTOMS AND FUCK ALL OF THIS SHIET#AND ESPECIALLY!!! ESPECIALLY FUCK PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY CAN MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT AND NOT FACE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!#ever since I've been told that anger/rage can be a good source of energy if you sirect it right I've been trying to harness that#BITCH LETS FUCKING GO TIME TO WRITE FUCKING EMAILS WITH BREAKS OF SCREAMING AND TEETH GNASHING#FOLLOWED BY STABBING FABRIC AND HISSING#I AM FURY AND ANGER AND MOTHERFUCKING SPITE I AM NOT GONNA SEETHE QUIETLY AND NEATLY AND BE STILL#I GOT BONES TO SCRUB BITCHES LETS FUCKITY FUCK GO#moca grumbles#vent#sensory issues#my therapist will be hearing about this#I haven't had an appointment in a few weeks now and OH BOY OH BOY AM I GONNA HAVE SOME STRATEGIES FOR HER#WE ARE GONNA BE FOCUSING ON SHIET AND I'LL PROBS BE CALMER THEN#BUT. THAT IS. ABOUT A FUCKING THREE WEEKS AWAY.#SO I AM JUST GONNA LOG OFF FOR NOW AND SCREAM AS I WRITE THE STUPID SHIT THAT IS MAKING ME SHAKE WITH ANXIETY#FUCK IT ALL FOR FUCKS SAKE#and bless the golks who uploaded these gifs DAFFY MC FUCKER GETS IT#THAT FUCKING EPISODE WAS SHIET FOR HE AND I AM GONNA BE YELLING WABBIT SEASON @ SHIT
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Having a good gender moment and I wanna say that I love trans joy and gender euphoria this shit kicks ass
#man who just put on his packer for the day#but fr trans joy is one of the most precious things on this earth#max text#i just scrubbed a shower for 30 mins the fumes are getting to me just a lil but its ok bc gender euphoria <3
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Seldom I'm jealous of people w/o knuckle hair, but fuck, baking always does trick doesn't it
#The fact i scrub my hand real hard and still feel dried up dough?#Yeah I am fuming right now#The fact I'm the only girl in family that have them also infuriate me
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*lying down for bed*
My brain: hey so you know the smell of the fumes from those go-karts at haunted trails? Yeah specifically the one you went to on your 12th birthday. Yeah. So you're going to taste that for like a half a second for no reason. Then you're going to make a tumblr post about it
Me: what the f- ack...gasoline fumes...
#scrub rambles#unprompted#seriously whatever mix of toothpaste and breath that was perfectly mimicked go-kart fumes for 1/10th of a second#weirded me out enough i had to chronicle it
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i feel things as my mothers child when she is upset with me in 3 different ways
kid: confused sadness
teen: angry hurt
adult: irritated apathy
none of these are good. especially around holidays when all three resurface and mix so terribly
#there was an honest accident that caused a small stain on a tiny bit of the sofa and i got screamed at for it#the tube busted it wasnt my fault#i tried so hard to fix it to scrub it out that my fingers hurt and my eyes sting from the acetone fumes#but it didnt work so i gave her the cover off the chair in my room (matches the sofa)#and its just an inch smaller.... and shes so mad#its a sofa we got secondhand years ago its good but its not world ending#and now she threw down the tree and said christmas is cancelled#i spent a good amount of money (read: almost all) this year on gifts bc we havent had a good christmas in years but#thats shit now.#wrapping gifts and crying tbh#he speaks
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ââ RYOMEN TWINS I
ââ itadorixfem!reader, sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, twins breeding you, possessive, kinky asf part 1
the ryomen twins were known around the whole kingdom- more like they were feared by the whole kingdom, they hold a power no one could compare to, no one as much as dares to make eye contact with them- fearing for their life, they could destroy an entire nation just by lifting a finger- and nobody want to experience the agony of disobeying or displeasing them in anyway.
even though the twins look identically alike- they're the complete opposite of each other, after working for such a long time for them- the longest anyone worked under them without "suddenly" dying or got brutally killed. you learned to tell the difference between them.
sukuna ryomen. such a heartless man, who you can barely get a reaction out of- at first you always thought how can someone be so psychotic, how can someone hold so much evil in them, but you learned to accept it by time, you learned to live with seeing him take a bath- soaking in a solution of cursed energy formed from crushing and straining venemous creatures.
sukuna ryomen. was rough with the way he treated you, rough in a way he wouldn't care to ask about your opinion or care to open his mouth and tell you what he pleased- he would simply harshly pick you up by his lower four arms, make you sit uncomfortably with him in the disgusting of a bath- watching your every move as you gently scrub on his rough skin, and what always seem to leave you fascinated was the vibration that always leaves from his chest everytime you scrub him- purring like a huge beast. resting his huge face on the swollen of your breast as he breaths you in.
itadori yuji. he was the complete opposite of his brother, he held such a nice energy around him, he was never harsh nor aggressive in anyway towards you, he had such a gentle soul- that's at least how you felt, he would treat you like a delicate flower with so much gentility, you loved having silly little conversations with him, you loved the small walks he would walk with you- even as much as help you with laundry that he knew nothing about.
itadori yuji. he would always yell at his brother as soon as he takes a look at the finger marks he left behind from picking you up here and then, like a ragdoll- you could be doing dishes, sukuna make his way toward hold you 7 feets up the ground sniff you then place you down with a thud. itadori seems to hate it as he frowns at the marks rubbing them gently, he even goes as far as placing a kiss on them letting his lips linger there while his pink warm tongue peak out licking wetly- he makes an unbearable eye contact with you.
your heart pounds in your chest, as you hear yelling coming from itadoris office- you never ever heard itadori yelling the way he's yelling right now and it made you feel so uneasy, it made you wanna run and hide far away. you flinch once you hear the door open and loud footsteps echos in the hallway- the hallway you were in, mopping the floor.
from the shadow that's coming your way- you can tell it was sukuna with his two extra arms that his brother didn't have- or as they say he didn't wanna show. you tightly shut your eyes, holding the wooden mop praying to goddess that he would just to go his room.
but even the goddess couldn't save you from sukunas shadow that now tour over you- you can feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans in, sniffing you as always- but this time he didn't hold you nor pick you up.
you flinch again as you hear itadoris office door slam open and fast heavy foot steps comes directly your way. it was itadori- you couldn't recognize him, he look furious like a beast who was set out of the cage for the first time. glaring at sukuna.
" I fucking told you to stay away from her." he growls out, fuming at the mouth, sukuna rolls his eyes as he steps away from you and continue his way toward his bedroom yelling out a-
"I didn't touch her brother, have it however you want" that makes itadoris eyes snap to you- grabbing your arms harshly for the first time- scanning you for any marks that his brother could have left behind.
it looks like he wasn't satisfied as he picks you, holding you to tightly- to close to your liking you can feel his hard chest pressed harshly against your soft boobs- hard nipples, as he makes his way toward his bedroom closing the door loudly behind him.
he throws you on his bed, making you gasp- as you bounce, not letting you have enough time to process what's happening as he continues his scan- roughly holding your hips, pressing hard against the bed, not letting you move.
you were confused why, when was he this harsh, his soft touch were long forgotten as he hold you so painfully that you couldn't help but choke out a-
"it hurts" that seems to snap him out of it, as his eyes look at you gently and his touch loosen up a bit- looking at you worriedly but whatever his next thought was, it made his eyes darken again, his grip harden, fingers squeezing your hips, earning a pained groan from you.
"why? don't you like that" he whispers harshly against your ear as he leans in, you frown confused on what does he mean by that, you feel his warm breath against your sensitive neck, making you move your hips, trying to escape whatever is going on.
itadori trail his nose slowly down your ear taking deep breaths in, feeling his lips brush against your neck as he do, your heart is pounding as he settle one of his thick legs between your thigh, while the other is outside- caging you in.
"I don't think I quite understand what you mean, my lord." you gasp out, feeling him place his lips on the sensitive part of your neck, while his nose rub gently making it ticklish. itadori lean back to look you in the eyes- his eyes were dark, pupils expanded, staring at you hazely, as if he got drunk on your scent that he was sniffing in.
his eyes trails to your lips, your heart thumps-thumps as he leans in brushing his nose against yours still maintaining eye contact- his mouth half-open just like yours.
"I will show you" he growls out before he fully leans in and take your lips between his teeth- tugging them into his mouth, to meet his warm tongue that peak out to cares your lips, wetting them with his spit- before he fully take your lower lip in, and start sucking on it, making a hot loud wet sound,
this doesn't seem to be enough for him as he leans more in, pushing his knee into your sensitive cunt, making you moan into his mouth which only seems to drive him even more crazy, pushing his knee deeper just like his tongue that makes its way in your mouth just to meet yours.
circling wetly around it, it made you feel so light headed, the way he sucked your tongue into his mouth lapping on it likes he's a new born baby, you whimper into his mouth not realizing that you starting to arch your already dripping cunt into his knee.
"wanna breed you" itadori rasps out, as he break his tongue away from yours staring at the wet string that still connect your mouth together, he grinds his knee into your aching cunt, breathing hard against your lips.
"wanna fuck you" you whimper, your fingers tugging on his hair, letting your tongue out- in intention to tell him that you want his tongue inside your mouth again.
this move of yours drived him crazy, making him groan as he harshly gives you his tongue again swirling it around yours, while he line his throbbing cock against your leaking cunt, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up- grinding against your panties only.
yours lips disconnect again with a wet pop sound, as yuji trail his rough large hands under your dress making their way toward your aching nipples- twisting them against his fingers.
"wanna be inside of you now" he moans out more like to himself- his hips thrusting crazily against yours, it was to much force- to inhuman, it made you bounce hard against the bed, you couldn't do anything but grab on his hair for support- which only seemed to make yuji go even more psychotic.
"fuck, want to feel your wet cunt on my face" he growls out, flipping you so fast- that he was laying down as you straddle his face, your panties was ripped into half by itadoris teeth- like it offended him for hiding your cunt from him.
he slapped your ass so hard- you were sure it was going to leave a purple mark, you cry out, "fuck sorry won't do it again" he coo at you rubbing the spot- but he lied, he does it again and again and again, your pussy was so wet, dripping, drenched as you ride your lords face, you can slide on his face from how wet it was with your juice.
slap, slap, slap, your ass was covered with purple hand marks "more-" he laps on your 5th orgasm, "I want fucking more of this sweet little cunt" he growls out eating your cunt up eagerly, your body was limp on top of his face, your full body weight was set on his face- but he only seemed to enjoy it.
"please no more i can't-" he slurps on your clit holding your thighs hard against his face, you choke on your sobs, "I can't please- please".
he gently stroke your ass, as he mutters out "one more", and you give him exactly what he asked for, squirting all over your lords face- it was to much pleasure, you were trying to move your hips away, but he held your thighs locked into his face not freeing you till he licked every single last drop.
you thought it was over as he place you down on the bed- but you judged to quick as you take a look at his ragging cock that was covered with his own cum, seeds leaking out cumming just from eating your delicious cunt out.
your cunt clench once itadori reveals his huge cock, wanting to be filled by it, "please please" you pathetically spread your thighs, showing him your puffy red pussy from being sucked by him.
"you want me to fuck you? you want to be fucked by your lord?" he darkly questions out as he lines his cock, pushing fully in before you got time to answer.
dark, all you can see is dark, pleasure, all you can feel is pleasure, as you open your eyes gasping for air, to see itadori thrusting his hips inside of you, so fast- so hard, chanting to himself.
"fuck you're so tight, so tight" he moans out drool drips from his mouth to yours, it was to hot, to hot, "I'm going to fill with my cum, you want it? you want it?" he crazily questions as he lock his hips with yours, hovering over you, grabbing your chin just to shove his tongue deep inside your mouth, fucking it just like he's fucking your pussy.
"fuck fuck gonna fill you fuuuuuck" he growls as you feel hot cum hit your womb, you twitch underneath him, it was all to much for you- for you little human body.
itadori didn't pull out his cock was spilling since forever, still spilling even as it leaks out into his bed sheets- you whimper, as you feel him rock his hips, fucking his cum into you.
he coo at you, kissing your sweaty forehead before he pulls out, and spread your thighs just to grin crazily as he looks at the way your red puffy pussy was dripping with his cum.
âËĘ á˘âË⧠to be continued?âËĘ á˘âË⧠ďž
: ÍĚâ part 2 is đĄđđŤđ
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can i request a reader who canât admit sheâs upset with one the marauders (or all)? like refuses to cryâŚonly if youâre comfortable of course. thank you :)
Thank you for requesting gorgeous!
modern au
Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠1.3k words
The smell of smoke coming from the kitchen is the first sign that Sirius has tipped over from resentment into remorse.Â
âJesus,â you open the front door on your way into the kitchen, eyes watering, âwhat are you doing?âÂ
âI was trying to make rice,â he says, fanning desperately over your pressure cooker, âbut I think Iâve fucked it.âÂ
âDo you think so?â Any other day youâd both grin at the harmless snark, but now Siriusâ expression pinches and you think your own must look the same, your tone more biting than you meant for it to be. âItâs fine, itâll be fine once it airs out. Help me with the windows?âÂ
Sirius acts like itâs a competition, opening three windows before youâve finished two and looking at you like heâs expecting a pat on the head for it. You try to give him a smile, and his expression clouds over.Â
âSorry,â he says, voice not quite cool but oddly remote, âthe idea was to surprise you with dinner, and Iâve broken your rice thingy instead.âÂ
âItâs not broken,â you reassure him. âIâm sure itâll be fine once I clean it out. Why were you trying to make dinner?âÂ
Sirius grimaces. Itâs a full body motion, his eyebrows hooking in the middle while the muscles in his forearms shift uncomfortably and his shoulders migrate upward. âSort of a shitty attempt at an olive branch, I guess.âÂ
Some of the smoke has cleared, and you brave the kitchen. âI donât need an olive branch,â you say. âIf you say weâre good, weâre good.âÂ
âDonât do that.â He follows you into the kitchen. âI can tell youâre upset, just becauseââ Sirius hisses when you take the bowl out of the pressure cooker, transferring it swiftly to the sink ââfuck, baby, donât burn yourself. Let me take care of that later.âÂ
âIâd rather handle it now,â you say, turning on the faucet. âIâm just letting it soak anyway.âÂ
âIâm trying to handle this.â Sturdy hands wrap around your shoulders, turning you to face your boyfriend. He looks at you steadily. âDonât pretend youâre not angry with me, because I know that you are.âÂ
A spark of annoyance tingles up your spine as you shrug, reaching behind you to turn off the faucet. âIâm not.âÂ
âCan you stop trying to make me feel like an idiot? I know you. Youâve been all stiff since last night.âÂ
âYou were angry last night. Not me.âÂ
âYeah, well it seems to have caught on.âÂ
You turn away from him and back towards the sink, swishing your hand in the cold water of the bowl to dislodge the charred rice sticking to the bottom. You donât know where Sirius gets off, acting like youâre holding a grudge when heâs the one who shouted at you last night. Your phone had died while you were out with friends. That was all that had happened. You didnât think anything of it, because Sirius, the only person who would really worry about not being able to reach you, knew you were out and that youâd be home late.Â
But when you had gotten home, heâd been furious. Gone on and on about how heâd been trying to get a response from you all night, and how dangerous it was to get drunk when you couldnât call anyone (nevermind that youâd been with your friends), and how freaked out heâd been. He wouldnât listen to you. Heâd only wanted to yell and rage, and make you sit in your heels on the couch while he did it. Heâd even seemed like he might be tearing up a couple of times. And you hated to think of him being scared for you, but since when was it your responsibility to answer every time he called? He knew you were with your friends. You hadnât asked him to check in on you.Â
Heâd gone to bed still fuming and youâd stayed on the couch rather than try to sleep in a hostile bed. Now, inexplicably, his tune seems to have changed.Â
âSo,â Sirius sighs, âthis is you not mad, huh?âÂ
âYup.â You scrub at the bowl with your fingernails.Â
âI just want a chance to apologize.âÂ
âYou can if itâll make you feel better, but I donât need it.âÂ
âWhy canât you just admit it?âÂ
âBecause Iâm not the one who gets pissy about stupid things.â You dislodge a chunk of rice and your hand slips across the bowl, splashing water onto your shirt. âThatâs you.âÂ
Thereâs a second of dense, oppressive silence. When Sirius breaches it, you can hear the smirk in his voice. âThereâs my girl. Tell me about the stupid things I got pissy about, would you?â
âItâs nothing.âÂ
âNo, itâs not. It wasnât nothing to me, and clearly it wasnât to you either. Go on, doll.âÂ
âI donât want to argue with you.âÂ
âSure you do.âÂ
âWhy do you want to fight so bad?âÂ
âBecause,â Sirius says, and you can hear him moving behind you, can all but see him leaning against the counter, the picture of insouciance, âI think you need to get it out of your system.âÂ
You scrub harder at the bowl. Blackened bits of rice float to the top of the water. âLike you do?âÂ
A pause. His voice softens. âItâs not always a good thing. I shouldnât have shouted at you, last night.â Something in your chest tightens painfully at this new gentle tone. âIâm sorry. I let my temper get the better of me. I was just worried about you.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs my fault,â you say, managing to sound mostly normal. You dump out the contents of the bowl, filling it again with warmer water. âMy phone was dead, and I was with my friends. I didnât need you to worry about me.âÂ
âI just do, when I know youâve all been drinking, and I canât talk to you to know youâre okayâŚâ Sirius takes in a breath, breaking your heart with how it sounds like heâs trying to steady himself. âBut youâre right, okay? It wasnât fair.âÂ
âI didnât know I was coming home to be shouted at.â This time, your voice betrays you, a pitchiness that makes you go quiet fast. You hear Sirius move.Â
âSweetheart?â he asks softly. Thereâs a touch at your elbow. âIâm sorry, baby, please look at me.âÂ
You donât want to, but you donât want your embarrassment interpreted as ire. You take a quiet breath before pivoting from the sink. Siriusâ eyes are waiting, sad and fretful as they probe at yours.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says again, impossibly quieter, and runs his fingers from your elbow up the back of your arm. âIt wasnât your fault, I wasnât being fair. I shouldnât have shouted at you.âÂ
You press your lips together, hard. His eyebrows hook up in the middle.Â
âYou can cry, sweet thing. Itâs okay.â You shake your head mutely, blinking, and Sirius makes a terribly lovely cooing sound, snaking an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You hug him back as the first hot tear rolls down your cheek. âOh, sweetheart. Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry.â Your shoulders jump with a stilted, poorly repressed sob, his grip on you tightening. âItâs okay, Iâve got you. Iâve got you, baby. My temper tantrum really did a number on you, huh?âÂ
You laugh wetly. âGuess so,â you squeak. âSorry.âÂ
âIf you apologize for this, I may shout at you again,â he warns fondly. âYou havenât done anything wrong, lovely girl. Just let it out, if you need to.âÂ
You know thatâs not easy for Sirius to say. Know heâs likely close to tears himself, from how agitated seeing other people cry makes him. You appreciate the offer.Â
You fall into a silence less heavy than any thatâs suffocated your home since last night, broken up only by the steady, quiet thumping of Sirius patting your back and the intermittent smooching sounds as he kisses your shoulder or your cheek or the side of your neck. You stand still in your smoky kitchen, wetting your boyfriendâs shoulder with tears and snot, and he lets you.
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pls tell me u will write a part 2 for not alone?đđźđđźđđźđđźđđźđđźđđź
took me a while to get this to feel cohesive (also couldn't decide for the longest time what I wanted the outcome to be for a few people so that took a while to figure out) and I'm still not 100% sure it reads cohesively but I hope you all like it <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader who they are 'worried' about...whatever that means [2.2k words]
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
CW: hostage situation, attempted overtaking of camp, brief and hardly noticeable implied suggestion of SA, death of minor and unnamed character, blood, injury, Sirius being an arrogant son of a bitch even when his life is at risk
You have quickly come to realise why the boys chose this location to set up camp since agreeing to stay with them.
It was in a rural, secluded area with a small population prior to the End Of The World As You Knew It which left it almost next to empty now, but it was still in walking distance of a small town with various shops that they could pilfer when they began running low on supplies.
There was a creek about half a kilometre behind the barn that they could use to collect drinking water and also to bathe and wash their clothes.
And need to bathe and wash your clothes did you ever.Â
So, whilst âkeeping an eye on the encampmentâ (which was really just a polite translation of none of the boys trusting you enough with their safety to bring you along on a run into town), you opted to head down to the creek to clean up.Â
The water was freezing, but you breathed through the pain in your toes and fingers as you waded into the water, reminding yourself that feeling pain meant you were alive - that you were still here.Â
You used to fear pain - before - but now you almost craved it; now you found comfort in the discomfort, knowing that it meant you had survived another day.Â
Soon enough your body acclimated to the cool, running water and you submerged yourself into the deepest part to let the steady flow wash away the layers of grime, dirt, and sweat that you were likely covered in.Â
There was a time in your life you probably would have felt rather horrified that three very attractive men had seen you in such a state - but it seemed that there was no room for vanity or ego in an apocalypse.
Once you were cold enough that you were sure you had squiggle lines surrounding your being like an old cartoon character, you used a rock to scrub at your clothes, feeling (though cold) quite peaceful as you listened to the trickling water and various birds singing around you.Â
You laid your soaked clothes on a boulder in the sun to dry and pulled on a second set of clothes - or rather, your only other set of clothes. You wondered for a moment if you should have more - how many sets of clothes should one have in an apocalypse? You couldnât bear the thought of having to carry around a third change of clothes, so came to the conclusion that you were fine with just the two.
You were interrupted in your musings when you heard your name being shouted.Â
âJames?â You called back, hastily finishing tying your shoes before grabbing your gun.Â
But it was Sirius you saw first, sprinting through the bushes and staring at you with a mixture of dread and outrage.Â
âIs everything okay?â You asked him as he stalked towards you.Â
âWhere the fuck were you?!â He barked instead of answering, looking like he was just itching to grab you roughly by your shoulders.
âI- what? I was here? What happened? Is everything okay?â You continued, not moving your eyes from the fuming man in front of you as you heard James and Remus step through the bushes Sirius had just come bursting through.Â
âNo, everything is not okay; the fuck were you thinking just taking off and not saying anything!?â He berated you.
âPads.â Remus warned carefully; slightly breathless from chasing the long-haired man over to you.Â
âYouâre a fucking piece of work.â Sirius spat with finality before turning and shouldering his way past Remus and James, disappearing through the bushes on his way towards the barn.
âWas the trip not successful?â You asked quietly once you could no longer hear Sirius storming away.Â
âNo⌠it was.â James offered cautiously.Â
âHe was just⌠worried about you, dove.â Remus placated.
You shot him an unimpressed glare. âHe was worried about me, not about me.â You muttered back, shoving your gun back into your bag and running your fingers through your wet hair that was leaving damp patches on your shirt. âIf you guys donât want me here, just say so, but if youâre going to keep me around youâre going to have to start trusting me.â
âWe do trust you.â James argued, causing you to scoff derisively as you slung your bag over your shoulder.
âNot enough to join anyone on excursions! And not enough to take a night-watch shift alone; but sure, add taking a fucking bath to the list of things you definitely trust me to do.â
You didnât wait for a response before you were stalking back to the barn, leaving your clothes behind to dry for the rest of the afternoon.Â
You were just about to push through the slightly open door (none too gently, either, mind you) when you heard Siriusâ voice.
âThereâs no one else; Iâm alone.âÂ
Ice cold dread seeped into your bones as you held your breath in wait for a response.
âAre ya now?â A cocky voice taunted. âThis seems like quite the setup for one bloke.â
You crept along the edge of the barn until you found a hole you could peek through.
Sirius was kneeling with his hands up in surrender whilst three men stood before him - one man loomed over him and the other two formed a blockade between him and the barn door as well as the stairs to the loft.Â
âWhat can I say?â Sirius countered. âIâm quite the bloke.â
The man currently interrogating Sirius was apparently not interested in his haughty quips and slammed the butt of his rifle into Siriusâ jaw, causing him to fall over.
You quickly looked over your shoulder, ears straining to see if you could hear Remus or James following you back, and you prayed to a God that you werenât even sure you believed in anymore that they had decided to stay at the creek to give the two of you a chance to cool down.Â
You crept back along the side of the building slowly before pulling yourself up the ladder to the hay hood that Remus had put up as an emergency exit.Â
You could kiss that brilliant, brilliant man right on the mouth for it now.Â
You crouched low and snuck over to look beyond the edge of the loft; the man with the rifle was the only one with a firearm from what you could see, the other two men holding only a crowbar and machete.Â
You silently opened your rucksack, pulled your gun out and put a knife between your teeth as you edged closer to the beams so you were effectively standing directly atop of the man currently looming over top of Sirius.
âIâm not gonna ask you again, where the fuck are the others?â He spat at him.
âWe heard the lot of you arguing - we could just finish you off and go looking for them, if thatâs what you prefer.â One of the cronies added tauntingly.
âYouâd be looking for an awful long time.â Sirius grunted as he spat blood out from his mouth. âSeeing as Iâm alone.âÂ
âStop fucking lying.â The interrogator barked as he landed a kick to Siriusâ ribs. âPretentious or not, one bloke doesnât need four sleeping bags.âÂ
âHow do you know I, hmph, didnât find it like this?â Sirius choked out as he rolled onto his back where he spotted you in the rafters.Â
You brought your finger to your lips, and Sirius let his head roll back towards the guy so as to not alert him to your presence.Â
You watched as one of the guys - the one with the machete - started poking around the makeshift kitchen area, and the other moved towards the door to keep watch.
Taking the split attention of the group to your advantage, you waited for Sirius to look back up at you before you jumped from the rafters.
Sirius rolled out of the way just before you landed on the interrogator, the two of you crashing to the ground - though you were the only one prepared for the impact - causing the rifle to slip out of his grasp which you kicked towards Sirius.Â
You slipped the knife from between your teeth and held it against the interrogators throat and pointed your gun at the machete wielding man, firing a shot which hit him in the right shoulder.Â
The man with the crowbar who had been stationed near the door made for you when Sirius shot the rifle, the bullet grazing the man's thigh and bringing him to his knees.Â
Your ears rang when an elbow met your temple right before a fist connected with your mouth as the interrogator forced you off of him.Â
âIs this why you were lying?â The man spat as he stood above you. âTrying to keep this thing all to yourse-â
Sirius shot the rifle again, silencing the interrogator for good as he fell to the ground with a thud.Â
Apparently, the machete wielding man didnât deign to wait around and see how things played out after youâd shot him in the shoulder and had fucked back off from whence he came, so you and Sirius pointed your firearms at the last man still standing (or⌠you know, breathing at least) who seemed to have the sense to raise his hands in surrender.Â
Remus and James appeared at the barn door, then - both winded from clearly having run at the sound of shots being fired - to find the two of you holding the remaining captor captive.
âNice of you to come by, boys.â Sirius joked as he lowered the rifle with a pained groan now that Remus and James each had a weapon pointed at the attempted usurper.Â
âWhat the fuck just happened?â Remus barked as he took in the body on the ground and the state of each of you at the same time James murmured âwe thought you were firing at each otherâ.Â
âOh, take a wild guess.â Sirius muttered bitterly, hissing in pain as he lowered himself into a chair.Â
âHow many were you?â Remus barked at the man, sounding so unlike himself that it actually made you flinch.
âFo-four, four of us and a 12 year-old. UsâŚthree and then a woman and the child stayed back.â He responded quickly.Â
âFrom around here?â James continued.
âNoâŚpassing through.â
Remus looked up from him to share a look with Sirius; a well practiced silent conversation passing between the two of them.
âKeep fucking moving then.â Remus gruffed as he grabbed the bloke by the collar of his shirt and threw him out the door.
Your - for all intents and purposes - home fell eerily silent then, save the sound of your attempted assailantâs leg dragging along the gravel road as he stumbled away from the barn.
âYou alright?â Remus asked finally as he let out a breath.
âFine, moons. Never better.â Sirius muttered.
You were too busy watching the blood pooling around the interrogators body to realise your companions were waiting for your response.Â
You looked up at the lingering silence to see all of their eyes on you.
âMâfine.â You offered.
James hummed in acknowledgement, though you could sense disbelief in his tone. âRem and I will get rid of him, okay? Please try not to get into any more altercations whilst weâre gone?â He tried to joke, but there was a lingering anxiety in his voice as he and Remus began wrapping the body up in a blue tarp.
âDo not go to sleep until weâre back; either of you.â Remus added before muttering something under his breath about concussions and how someone not concussed ought to be on watch in case they come back, except âtheyâ was replaced with âthoseâ and then some Welsh word that you were sure was simply very unflattering.Â
Once they had left, you and Sirius sat in silence as you both grappled with what had just happened, and alternatively, what had just almost happened.Â
You werenât sure what you might have looked like - though the metallic taste of your teeth let you know that you at the very least had a busted lip - but Siriusâ jaw where the rifle had hit him was already turning a purple colour, his chin was scraped and bleeding from hitting the concrete flooring, and he had a protective hand placed over the ribs that were kicked.Â
You wordlessly placed a bowl of water in front of Sirius before moving to your seat with your own bowl to clean the blood from your persons.
You could feel his eyes trained on you as you wiped away blood that was staining your face; likely equal parts your own and someone else's.Â
âDonât go down to the river alone⌠please.â You heard him say quietly suddenly, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your two arms fall from their tasks.Â
âAre you still on this? Havenât I proven my trustworthiness yet? Honestly, I-â
âItâs not safe.â Sirius interrupted; a strange look crossing his face as his brows furrowed at you. âItâs not safe.â He repeated, quieter this time.Â
He stood abruptly then; abandoning his bowl of water and grabbing a pack of cigarettes before disappearing around the side of the barn for a smoke.Â
Oh.
So apparently he had been worried about you, not about you.
And though you really wanted to feel embarrassed that they had picked anything like that out for you, you also couldnât help but notice that a new jumper, trousers, and some knickers had been folded and placed on your sleeping bag for you.
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a scrub is a guy that thinks heâs fly.
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your ex was, well for lack of better word, a man who was considered to be a scrub.
a low ranked hero, the bottom of the food chain, public enemy no. 1 even. whatever vulgar youâd like to call him, it probably truly fit his personality because he was just that shittyâ. no, scratch that, he was that much of a scrub.
so thatâs how you found yourself in this situation, newly divorced at the ripe age of 22. also soon to be without a place to call home because despite your ex-husband sucking, he did rake in some money.
you had a job, of course, but you were currently a model for a low ranked fashion agency. the best gig that youâd gotten was in a shopping catalog. and while you werenât ugly, you still couldnât land that big break of yours just yet.
until you saw an ad for a gig where youâd have to model outfits inspired by pro-heroes, the top 10, to be exact.
two birds with one stone, you get back at your ex, and you also make some money out of it, whatâs the worst that could happen? so of course, you showed up to the auditions.
youâd landed the gig with a few other girls and guys combined, and youâd be walking the runway at the next hero billboard chart rankings. your two assigned heroes were dynamight & chargebolt, whoâs costumes were drop dead gorgeous. you didnât mind one bit that youâd be wearing something inspired by them.
at the awardsâ ceremony, they both watched you intently. hungry eyes scanning every part of your body as you strutted down, your outfit accentuating your curves perfectly.
they were interested in you.
the job had also allowed you to stay and watch the awards from the civilian gallery, so when two men appeared in front of you asking for a photo, you were pleasantly surprised at the two blondes standing in front of you.
oh and your ex was fuming when he saw the headlines about pro heroes dynamight & chargebolt being seen chatting it up with a new rising model, l/n y/n.
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Health and Hybrids (XXV)đ˝đťđ
[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
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Where we last left off... Tim pulls a fast one on Batman for their mutual benefit. Everybody giggles. Danny goggles.
Trigger warnings for this story: Â body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | Â my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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(Additional TW: I think this counts as a panic attack ngl)
On the one hand. The room Dannyâs in has a killer view of the earth from the moon.
The wall is basically just one big window. Danny is also apparently permitted to mash his face into the glass and ogle the Earth from Space for as long as he wants until the stinky dad, whoever he is, finally emerges from the depths of the building.
Dianaâs the only one beside him today. She looks niceânicer than usual, in her armor and bright clothing rather than soft scrubs and hair net. She can push his chair without getting tiredâshe could probably fly and carry him too, if she had to, so. Dannyâs maybe counting on her liking him if this stinky dad tries to be mean.
So. Diana (nice lady) and Danny (half-dead ghost boy) are quietly seated in a dim, peaceful board room, absorbing the early morning (?) space radiation when the door hisses open across the room.
In the doorway is a long, dark, shadow of a man.
âŚAnd the green guy!!
Okay, if the stinky dad man brought a friend to this meeting the same way Dianaâs meant to supervise him, Danny feels like heâs been lawyered up for the sake of some kind of court trial. This is not fair. Danny wasnât able to review his case with his legal representation before this.
Well. Danny fumes. Whatever. His lawyer is Diana, the most powerful living being heâs seen ever in his life, and she can totally kick the green guyâs ass. Hell, Danny could probably kick the green guyâs ass.
...You know. If he wasnât. Sick.
The stinky dad guy looks a lot like the blob his kid drew him as. Thatâs kind of neatâhis suit is all black with little to no variation, which sort of just washes out the colors Danny might have been able to see if his eyes were still good. Heâs very quiet, which is nice, and heâs very not-trying-to-read-Dannyâs-mind, which is even better.
The two sit. Dannyâs already in a wheelchair, so he just lets Diana wheel him to the table. The lady sits beside him in the spinny office chair.
Hello, the green guy opens with, already toying with the edges of Dannyâs aura.
Danny sends back an abundance of ass-kicking emotions.
âŚAlright then, the green man capitulates, the barest hint of bemusement quickly stifled.
Good. Danny is mean. Heâs awake enough to be mad about other people touching his aura from any end of his personal bubble.
But then the green guyâŚsays stuff to the dad guy? And itâs very? Quiet?
Explanations, the green guy says. The image of a sign language translator at a baseball game floats over to him, andâ
âŚOh. Heâs translating. For Danny.
ThatâsâŚnice? Nicer than Danny expected, honestly? Most of the time, people are perfectly happy to misinterpret him. It was kind of the way of the world at this point. Getting blamed for stuff, getting accused of stuffâŚ
Man. If they turn out to be indoctrinating him for secret war purposes, at least theyâre going all in. Danny might actually. You know. Like it here. A little.
He squirms in his chair, and tries not to look at anyone in particular. Dianaâthe lady whoâs been nice to himâmakes as if to straighten his hair for him, and remembers at the last second that he doesnât like to be touched.
And sure. Danny doesnât want to be touched. By bad guys.
âŚBut Dianaâs been really nice to him, so. Maybe. He scratches at the back of his neck, and ducks his head downâand remembers to use his words. âYes,â he consents verbally. He canât make eye contact. But he canâŚlet her. Brush his hair back. A little.
Diana asks something long and complicatedâand the green guy presses an image of Wonder Woman asking permission, being kind, being gentleÂâup against the edges of Dannyâs awareness.
Danny nods at the floor instead of at the lady. Itâs fine. Sheâs fine. Itâs fine.
And her fingers carefully brush through the front end of his fringe, and Danny. Danny is so normal about it. He doesnât even cry or anything. Not even in front of his friendâs stinky dad.
And she doesnât do it like Mom did it. And she doesnât ruffle his hair like Dad did.
But itâs. Nice. And she doesnât pull.
âŚAnd she doesnât hit.
Danny eventually leans back into his wheelchair. Itâs a little bit embarrassing to be halfway in and halfway out, but. Whatever. The scary-looking-dad with the earsies on his helmet has his own teenager. He should understand what it feels like to get emotionally weird with your teen in a public place. If he doesnât, well...he wouldnât be a great dad, then, and his opinion would suck anyway.
Based on what Danny knows about the masked kid, Danny isnât sure the guy would tolerate a bad dad. The teen seems kinda unhinged.
The man says something, and the green guy presses a number of translated feelings against Dannyâs awareness: Greetings. Questions about Dannyâs wellbeing. Curiosity, but not demanding.
ââŚHello,â Danny says back, and. Waves.
The man waves back. Heâs got little claws on his gloves.
âŚLike a cat? Is it to go with his ears? Danny wonders about the possibilities of the guy being cat themed. Itâs possible, presumably.
SoâŚthey want to know how Dannyâs doing? Danny shrugs, and he glances at Diana, since, you know, she could probably fill them in? She does speak their language. And sheâs been here the whole time.
The lady leans in close to him, black hair falling out from behind her ear. âWhat do you want to say?â she whispers into her ear, hand covering her mouth from their watchers.
Uh. Itâs up toâŚDanny?? Somehow??
Danny winces. ââŚGood?â he tries, unsure if the word he uses means okay or fine or well. ââŚNotâŚhungry?â
âVery good,â Diana agrees, a little louder. She looks proud. Being not hungry must mean a lot to her, then. It means a lot to Danny tooâhe can remember the sensation of his stomach rubbing against itself, friction pulling raw at his insides as acid ate at him.
It was. Bad.
It was bad.
Dannyâs glad heâs not there anymore. Anyway, thereâs a guy in the room who reads minds, and Danny doesnât really want to share that memory with anyone ever; especially someone who could turn it back on him.
The stinky dad says something else, but he uses words too thick and long for Danny to understand. The green guy translates, pure conceptual recall brushing against Dannyâs outer auraâNeeds? Wants?
âŚDanny frowns.
Danny looks at Diana, who looks back at him. Wants, needs� What?
âDo you need aniĂžing?â Diana whispers to him, which. You know. Mostly makes sense.
Does DannyâŚneed anything? He has medical care, he has food, he has water, he has toys and brain teasers, evenâŚhe has people to hang out with, he has people who stretch his legs with him so that he can go back to normalâŚheck, he doesnât even have to clean his own waste bag. Thereâs people who do that for him.
Like. What more could Danny ask for?
Danny shrugs. He just wants to heal up and run away. MaybeâŚmaybe, if Diana is real and not just pretending to like him to keep an eye on him, sheâd let him visit her later or something. Danny would do what Dani doeâdid. What DaniâŚdid. And heâd just go a bunch of places and come back when he wants to.
But. No. Thereâs nothing he really needs right now.
The pointy-eared guy and the green guy share a look and a couple quiet words. Danny flares his annoyance into the silence, but all he gets is a silent Apology/Apology, which isnât answers.
Ugh. Danny leans over the arm of his wheelchair. This is kind of super boring; itâs more boring than it is frustrating, even.
The stinky dad guy says something else, and Danny feels the push and pull of something double ended tugging on the outer edge of his aura. Additional/information, giving/take?
Danny really wishes heâd brought a fidget toy or something. His nerves are ramping up but all he can do is contort his fingers together, feeling the strain in and the joints click as he pushes them together and twists them apart. They wantâŚto ask him questions? No, theyâre already asking him questions. They want Danny toâŚgive them questions??
âŚDanny doesnât really want to. Still, he probablyâŚshould.
âTheâŚspace station,â he says, using the wrong word for their big space building but not knowing the better one; âIs thisâŚwhereâŚwhy is it?â
The black-caped dad grumbles something vaguely approving. A tablet pops out of the tableâspookyâand the guy starts drawing on it, explaining all the way. The green guy simplifies more of the verbally complicated concepts for Danny as they go.
Anyway. So theyâre in space because itâs theirâŚjob? Danny thinks? They doâŚfighting stuff. Which Danny knew. Because heâd seen them on the news.
But it looks like they do a lot of thingsâthey clean up after storms, and chase regular bad guys and super-bad-guys instead of just big ones. And they stop bad aliens from hurting people on Earth.
The green guy shifts from a green-looking, pointy-headed, red-eyed form to a warm, brown, human skin tone. And even. Like. Human clothing.
Danny stares.
âŚAnd the guy immediately takes back his natural form, his body physically shifting and morphing, which, fair, but holy crap. Heâs living, on Earth. He passes as normal, on Earth. No one snitches on him. No oneâs selling him to the government for parts. No oneâs trapping him in a cage and not feeding him.
This guy works here, and everyone lets him.
Danny shifts in his chair. HeâŚhe wants that. He wants that. He wants to pass as human and not have to worry aboutâŚabout anyone getting rid of him. He wants to go back to school. He wants to hide, and never ever not ever be found by anyone or anything when he does.
âI want that,â Danny says. Thereâs no inflection. He feels dead. He is dead, but usually he doesnât feel it. âWhat do I do forâŚthat.â
Help/Searching/Finding? the greenâalienâquestions, but thereâs nothing for Danny to find. He knows exactly where everyone he loves isâand unless theyâre already fully formed in the ghost zoneâŚ
âŚWell. Danny has forever to wait and see if heâll see his friends and sister again. Maybe heâll find them again one day, in a world purely green and glowing.
He shakes his head.
The next question comesâŚsofter. Gentler. The mental push feels more like a breeze than a gale. FriendsâŚHome/family?
The question comes tinged with all sorts of sensations that Dannyâs suppressedâwarmth, security, happiness, oxytocin, fondness, pride and being the source thereof, warmth and love, love, loveâ
Dannyâs sweating. He canât stop. His hands are shaking faster than usualâhe kicks the brakes off his chair with the heels of his palms, and jerks the wheels back, pulling away from the deskâ
Heâs halfway across the room before he hears the noise. Itâs just. Noise. Itâs Diana, carefully shushing the loud heartbeat churning in his ears, hands on his hand, trying not to cage him but trying to keep skin on skin contact. Her hand is on the back of his hand, and on his shoulder.
âItâs okay,â Diana whispers. Dannyâs shaking. His whole body is shaking. âShhh, sh sh sh. Itâs alright, itâs okay.â
Itâs not itâs not itâsnoitâsnotitâsNOT. His sister is dead. His friends are dead. His parents sold his captors the equipment to catch him and they didnât care if he got hurt doing it and now theyâre DEAD. They tore open his hometown down the middle just to catch him, they stole himâthey took his dead parentâs things as tools to hurt himâthey HURT HIM and there isnâtâhe canâtâhe canâtâ
Something is holding him down, and Danny thrashes. He has arms, but theyâre injuredâhe has legs but he needs a tail and heâandâ
He cries into Dianaâs arms, sobbing and wailing. Itâs a miracle that the building stays together. She holds him tighter, and he cries even harder into her soft under-layers.
He wants to run away. He needs to run away. Someone is holding him, and he canât even flicker through her the way he wants to; his core is already too strained just from talking.
Dannyâs sick. Heâs dying. Heâsâ
âTake a breath,â Diana whispers, calm and sure. She models it for him. Danny gasps in air. âGood. Lete it out slow. As bobbels in a straw.â
He tries to copy her he does and sheâll be so angry if he canât do it right on the first try but she lets him try, over and over again, until Dannyâs able to stop hiccupping and leaking tears and ectoplasm all over her and realize that sheâs holding him like a baby. Like. Actually cradling him against his body armor.
âŚYou know what. Heâs too tired to even be embarrassed. Screw that. Danny leans all the way over her and goes completely limp. Someone else can deal with his him for a little bit.
She does. Diana justâŚholds him.
Itâs nice. Mom and Dad used to do that for him, when Danny was stillâŚmore human, he supposed. More than he is right now.
Something else touches his hand. Danny looks blearily downwards.
The teenagerâs dad gets to his knees and takes Dannyâs handâand he doesnât need the translation to understand.
âIâm sorry,â the man says, over and over again. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
Danny blinks sleepily. What does his friendâs stinky dad have to be sorry for? He didnât even do anything to Danny in the first place.
Danny wonât remember, afterwards, being wheeled back to his room for a nap. They must have wheeled him back, though, because the alternative is that Diana tucked him into bed like a baby, and thatâs just kind of embarrassing to even think about for too long.
#Diana: I have been allowed to touch him. Ergo I can pick him up now. This is permission#Bruce (in the meeting review later): ...no#Diana: why not??#Bruce: that is. most certainly not how human trauma works. Keep asking before you try anything.#Diana: ah. Understood.#health and hybrids#dp x dc#danny phantom#dcu crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#tw medical#tw body horror#tw gore#although tbh at this point we're mostly a recovery fic#faer fic
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Overly touchy!James who gets kinda upset when other people touch you, but he canât exactly say anything because youâre not dating đ
James is fuming a little more than he was from his bad practice when he gets into the apartment.
Heâd messed up all his passes, hadnât been able to sprint properly and lost all his physical battles.
It had hurt his ego a little, maybe more than a little, but heâd been looking forward to coming home and relaxing with you braiding his hair.
Instead, Siriusâ head is in your lap, and youâre braiding his hair. To make it worse in Jamesâ eyes, Sirius is holding on to your ankles and rubbing his thumb over it.
The scowl in his face is inevitable. But he canât say anything because youâre just friends.
James has come to abhor the word in every possible way. âJust friendsâ, isnât what he wants to be with you but heâs taking it slow because he doesnât want to spook you.
You turn to the slamming of the door, eyebrows creased together as you watch James scowl.
âJamie? Was practice not good?â You ask, fingers still plucking and pulling at Siriusâ hair.
âNope,â itâs one word and then heâs storming off, upstairs and you assume to his bedroom.
âWell, heâs got a stick up his arse,â Sirius whistles and you shake your head.
âMustâve been really bad.â You say lightly, finishing the micro-braids at the front of Siriusâ head. âI think Remus is gonna faint when he sees your hair.â
Sirius grins a wicked grin, âOh he better. Gonna go take care of your boy toy now?â
You roll your eyes but stand, gathering all your haircare stuff in your arms. âHeâs not my boy toy. Also donât you have a date to go get ready for?â
It distracts Sirius only a little, but as heâs walking out and youâre walking up the stairs, he notes that you didnât say âweâre just friends.â
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When you get up to the top of the stairs, you knock hesitantly on Jamesâ door. Itâs usually never shut, but then again heâs never looked as upset as he had today.
âCome in,â inside James is face down in his bed, back exposed to you.
âYou okay James?â You ask walk in and sit beside his hip. âYou looked pretty upset when you came in.â
âDo you like Sirius?â He asks, bluntly as he twists to see your face.
Heâs met with a confused scrunching of your face, eyebrows melting together and lips pouted.
âAs a friend.â You say and James sighs.
âLike weâre friends? Or like proper friends?â
You lay beside him, hand scrubbing against your cheek. Your toes twist together as you choose your words.
âLike proper friends. I didnât think we were regular friends, Jamie. Like, we do more than friendly stuff. I donât do that with everyone.â
Jamesâ whole body relaxes at your words and his face tucks under your neck. âNeither do I,â he moves your hands under the hem of his shirt. âI did have a shitty practice though, can we do something cozy tonight?â
You hum, your fingernails scratching at Jamesâ lower stomach. âYeah, we can watch Hocus Pocus and bake those pumpkin cookies.â
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Itâs not common to see Atsumu fuming.
Genuine anger, not the petty shit he throws at you when he decides he wants to be an obnoxious turd to yourself or his brother.
You can tell the difference, too, because a petulant pout and attitude is plastered on that pretty face of his, but when heâs genuinely mad, thereâs no attitude; itâs just raw emotion and lips pulled in a straight line, his chest giving irregular, short breaths because he canât breathe. Itâs almost scary, but it happens so little that youâve learned to manage it when it does happen.
This is one of those rare occasions you have no clue which heâs feeling.
The car door outside slams shut, sending a nervous chill up your spine, but itâs immediately squashed when you hear Hisakoâs innocent laughter. You smile and turn towards the now opening door, and you give atsumu a fake, sympathetic look when his thick brows are furrowed in frustration. On his leg, Hisakoâs tiny arms are wrapped around him, her legs locked around his ankle and her smile thatâs missing a tooth is beaming up at him.
âYou,â he scolds, looking down at his menace of a six year old. âGo upstairs. And donât come out until youâre seventy-eight.â
âCan I hug mommy first?â
âIf you must,â he growls. With that, Hisako quickly bounds over to you and reaches her arms up for a hug, and while you give her one, you watch as Atsumu paces the floor, cards his hair, chews on his cuticles, anything to make him calm down.
âDaddyâs mad,â she whispers in your ear.
You offer her a snort, âI know.â With a kiss to her head you plant her back to her feet and nudge her to go into her room, waiting until to door closes before you turn back to your husband.
âAtsumu-â
âIâm not ready for this,â he growls. âThe little traitor, I canât believe sheâd do this to me- my own flesh and blood.â
âDonât word it like that, you make it sound like she committed arson or something.â
He softens and pouts like a dog; clearly, whatever it is, itâs taking a toll, and you sigh before you walk over and plant a kiss to his forehead. âWhatever it was, I know it wasnât on purpose; what happened?â
âSheâs just not ready, okay, she just doesnât know-â
âSweetheart, you need to let me in here-â
âHe was holding her hand!â He whines, scrubbing his face with his hands. âThey-They-They were holding hands! I thought I had a few more years to prepare for this shit! Wanted to wait before I put the fear back into these damn boys! I canât fight a six year old!â
You pause. You retract your hand and give him an absolute smirk.
âYouâre kidding me?â
âSure ainât!â He barks, crossing his arms over his chest. Heâs so mad his forehead vein makes itself known with a sheen of sweat. âTomorrow, Iâm going to that damned school, and Iâm moving her classes!â
âHoney,â you say sweetly, gently grabbing his arm to ground him. âItâs okay; Iâm the one who told her to be nice to this boy.â
Instantly, his head whips in betrayal. His eyes are blown wide, muscles tense and despite how angry he looks, he canât find the words to convey it.
âYOU WHAT?â
You shake your head, âshe asked me why she feels butterflies in her tummy when she sees him.â To try and soothe him, you hook your head over his shoulder and bat your eyes innocently, âand I told her that itâs the same feeling I get when I see you-â
âDonât try to be sweet, Iâm mad at you,â he snarls, but thereâs a softness in his eye that makes you think heâs not as serious as he thinks he comes across. A massive hand cards through his hair and he looks up to the sky as if to ask for patience. âI canât believe this. My two babies, the loves of my life, betraying me in such juvenile ways.â
âAtsumu, spell juvenile,â you challenge.
âSpell ânoâ,â he grumbles. You sigh and gently grab his arm to pull him to the couch, and for a few seconds he puts up a small fight, but does end up giving into you in the end.
âSweetie, listen to me,â you soothe. âHisako is six. Sheâs going to start having little crushes soon enough-â
âFuck, stop reminding me,â he whines.
You shake your head and rub a soothing hand on his back. âAnd all we can do is let her express those feelings in healthy ways; itâs what weâve always done.â
âWhat if he hurts her?â
âHeâs six.â
âWhat if he breaks her heart?â
âIâm sure sheâll cope.â
âWhat if he-â
âAtsumu.â Your hands squish his cheeks. âCalm down; sheâs going to be okay.â You smile and kiss his pouted lips, âyou remember what it was like having a crush at school-â
âExcuse you,â he grumbles from his squished cheeks, shaking his head from your grip. âIâve only ever been in love with you.â
âYouâve told me about your relationship with Rintaro, trust me, that was a crush.â
âWas not!â
âWas too.â
âWas not!â
âIt absolutely was.â You smile warmly, âand thatâs fine. But now, you need to let her experience the same thing. Sheâs a big girl. Besides,â you nudge your nose with his, âyouâll always be her favorite man.â
âThatâs actually Osamu, but I appreciate it.â Your words do seem to calm him down however, and he wraps a big arm around you to settle into the couch, âI just love her, baby⌠just want her to be safe.â
âI know; and she will be.â
The silence you get comfortable in gets interrupted by the door to your home getting flung open, and while you jump in the air in shock, next to you, Atsumu chuckles.
âSpeaking of the devil.â
âWhat did you-â
Before you can say anything, Miya Osamu suddenly stands in the middle of your living room, the hat on his head tampered with and his apron turn on his hip, his head lined with sweat as if he ran here. Your jaw slacks in surprise, âOsamu, you did not leave work to come here-â
��WHAT STUPID LITTLE SNOT WAS HOLDING HER HAND?â
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