#so it's always been a thing for certain kids to enjoy staying inside more than going out and playing

[dan-crimes]

Weird Al mention

[mixtape-0325]

Sacrifice 🕸️

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x F. Reader (21+)

Word count: 2.2k

Content: HardDom!Hyunjin, Sub!Reader, lip biting (+ blood mention), consensual non-consent (stalker roleplay), car sex, bondage tape, cum eating (by hyunjin), deepthroating, hair-pulling, name calling, scratching, breeding, some aftercare/comfort.

Warning: this fic contains content some readers may find upsetting or triggering, take care of yourself!

Taps.

They can be such various things.

In a quiet house the water leaking down the shower head onto the bathroom floor, bit by bit, drop after drop. On an autumn night, acorns that fall from the trees outside your home, awaiting you on the morning when the wind has settled. But right now, all you can hear are the taps of raindrops on your windscreen, covering the glass, only to be wiped away soon after like they had never existed in the first place.

There are not many things that go beyond a late-night drive, clearing your head and listening to your favourite songs. There had always been a reaction when a certain guy’s voice entered your car through the speaker, rather than giving you butterflies he gave you goosebumps, with teeth eager to grab onto your bottom lip to play with. You could just imagine so clearly how he would sound whispering into your ear, how he would touch your thighs like they’d be his – all from the verses he sang passionately.

Songs replaced others in what seemed like seconds, time passed quickly on nights like these. However, when the wind picked up equally as much as the rain, to the point you could almost not see clearly anymore you snapped back into reality.

You were already quite far from home, knowing you had no where else to be in the morning and you could enjoy your alone time as much as you needed. You debated your choices for a little while, but soon you realise the best choice was to stop at the closest gas station.

When you parked your car on the side, you told yourself to see this all in a positive light, that you could just get a hot drink and some snacks inside. By the time you’d be back the wave of terrifying weather would soon to have passed.

Right?

You took a deep breath, hands fidgeting with the zipper of your black hoodie to at least close it before getting ready to run out of the car. You took in the sounds of the rain. Despite it sounding rather aggressive at this point, it was still calming to know you were safe and warm inside. Another deep breath followed, before you opened the car door and ran inside the gas station shop as quickly as you could. Puddles splashed from underneath your feet, and taps hit your clothes one after the other. You exhaled deeply as you felt a rush of warm air, a slight giggle appearing as you made it safely back inside a safe shelter.

“Good evening”.

You were greeted by one of the two staff members, who you gave a shy smile in return. You were in no particular rush browsing through the selections of snacks, but were happy to have found two bags that you couldn’t wait to dig into. You walked towards the checkout and gave the other staff member a smile as you placed your picks onto the counter, who seconds later were neatly placed in a bag for you to hold.

“Thank you”

You were glad you were able to push these words out of yourself at the very least, before walking back to the automatic door. You stayed there for a little while, looking at the rain still violently splashing itself down on two other cars in the parking lot – which must have been the staffs.

‘’Excuse me, is there a bathroom I could use near here?”

You turned your head back into the store as a staff from the storage room shouted to you.

“It’s outside, left, around the corner!"

“Thank you!”

You braced yourself for another run in the rain to the side of the shop. Whilst not the most convenient with a shopping bag in one hand, and a hot drink in the other, there was no harm in a few more drops on your already damp hoodie.

The door to the bathroom was heavy, and the lights were barely working as they flashed in an attempt to stay alive. As you stood in front of the mirror, you wondered to yourself if you had heard the door close at all – only to walk back and give it another tug to close it all the way.

I deep breath filled the room, your shoulders relaxing as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You reached for the tap, twisting it open to catch some water in your palms to splash onto your face. It was quite ironic really, seeing as the rain outside splashing onto you was something you wanted to avoid. You pulled out one of the paper towels to gently dry your face before throwing the crumbled paper away.

Your arm was still only half-way back to your body as you felt a figure hover over your back.

“Don’t move”

Your body froze, muscles tightened as the voice echoed through the room, not really making out any characteristics from the surprise of it all. His hand wrapped around you from behind, resting on your jaw with his fingers playfully over your lips.

“Miss me?”

He whispered to you, followed by a deep hum as his index finger brushed over your lips. It’s then where you realise who it is, and your body relaxed. However, your heart did not, pounding into your chest at all, the thrill of adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“How did you-“,

Hyunjin cut you off as he covered the entirely of your mouth with his hand for just a split second. He let himself press against you from behind, biting his lip so hard he could taste drops of his own blood. His free hand moved to your hip, holding it tightly to keep you in place.

“Always know how to find you, sweetheart…you’re so…”

“Predictable…”

You gulped at his confidence, but you couldn't deny that realising that he had followed you beyond your own knowledge was scary – it was all the wrong kind of scary, but it intrigued you too. His hand on your hip soon teased under your hoodie, a warm large hand brushing over your tummy, scratching over the skin whenever he moved to a different spot.

“Don’t”

You tried to get away as his hand moved towards you bra, unsuccessfully pushing him off only for him to grab onto you harsher. Hyunjin’s hand wrapped around your throat, sqeezing to his hearts content equally as hard as the way he was groping your front.

“You’re wearing lace only to say ‘don't'"

"oh sweetie, so silly”

You could feel Hyunjin's cock already pressing to the material of his sweatpants. His hips were unsteady as he started rubbing himself against you, his hand continuing to leave bruises on your front.

"S-stop..."

Your voice only came out in a shaky whisper of embarrassment by the sheer throbbing between your legs despite the situation. And with that, he snapped completely.

Hyunjin turned you around to face him, your back hitting the cold wall as he stared into your eyes with a dark lust. His hand wrapped itself around your mouth, cutting off part of your air supply a second time, only to press his front against you in desperate attempts to create more friction for his aching cock.

You felt overwhelmed by the deep, needy noises he was making, a conflicting sense of pleasure and dangerous thrill filling your head. You couldn't help but whimper yourself at the rubs against your core.

“Hmm baby...you have to be quiet here, before I really hurt you”.

He let go, and grabbed your wrist to guide you outside, a fast pace to his car was all you could really grasp whilst trying to collect your breathing.

Hyunjin went into the backseat with you, grabbing your wrists to hold out to him as he wrapped them in black tape, likewise to your mouth. His hands helped you out of your sweats, leaving you cold and exposed in his car. Bit by bit, he tapped into your body, using his hands to undress you even through your wiggles and struggles. Hyunjin’s cock was throbbing violently into his boxers, clearly visible as soon as he let his own clothes fall to his ankles to reveal himself to you.

And then he started – dark brown eyes staring into your own as his palm wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock to jerk himself off. His free hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place to have to watch. You whimpered against the tape, trying to make noises as he pleased himself from beside you.

“Better save that voice, sweetie”

Hyunjin's hand sped up which earned deep grunts out of him, making your own throbbing must worse. You felt embarrassed at how much you were turned on by everything, letting a tear fall to your cheek that pleased him greatly.

“Shhh sweetheart, it’ll be over soon”.

Hyunjin moaned sweetly before he tugged on your hair to bring you closer to him, taking off the tape on your mouth before guiding your lips only inches away from his swollen red lip. With no wasted time, he pushed you down onto his length, his shaft disappearing into your throat completely. His free hand grabbed onto your body, playing with your elevated butt from your position.

“Such a little slut for me”, he teased as he started bobbing you down onto his cock over and over again, tight lips getting him close to his own release with how often you were gagging on him.

“I’d fuck that tight ass of yours too, hear you really scream for me”

Hyunjin's groans filled the car and he had never sounded this raspy and deep, a monster in him truly being released from within him. And just like that, when you hummed around him in response, he pulled your face up to hover over his cock – only to jerk himself the last way for hot drops of cum to land on your face and tongue. It was the biggest load you had ever seen of him, his body spasming with each spurt.

“Hmm...fucking hell, baby”.

A few deep breaths filled the space before he tugged on your hair to bring you to his lips, his tongue lapping at your jaw and lips to taste himself. You couldn't help yourself, pressing your legs together as you saw Hyunjin's own drops of cum now lay on his tongue, swallowed by him before he eargerly attached his lips back to yours.

The kiss only became more heated, and soon, as if you weighed nothing, he helped you onto his lap. His hands continued like earlier to grope you to his hearts content, both of your breathings heavy in response. You almost forgot to struggle against him, but when you saw him become half-hard again just from being close to you you couldn't help yourself to start all over.

"Don't touch me, please", you whimpered once he got to your panties, pushing them to the side to violently rub your clit in an eager attempt to please you. His warm breath continiously hit your neck.

He had fully lost his composure.

"But I still want you, so, fucking, bad..."

He groaned into your neck before biting down onto your skin. With one tug of his hands on your hips, he had you sinking down onto his length. There was no soft start, no getting used to his thickness. Hyunjin used you like you were air, helping you to move up and down at a fast pace that had you losing yourself - and for him to take control.

"That's it, that's my little slut", he teased as he saw you turned into nothing but mush for how good he was making you feel. How much you enjoyed not being able to push him away cause of tied hands.

"Hurts, please"

You moaned your words for him, only fuelling his upward trusts in ways that made you gasp and tightly press your eyebrows together.

"Please"

You begged again before your body took control of you, shaking on top of him as your orgasm washed over you.

"Shit, so fucking tight"

"Gonna breed you baby, have you take me so deep"

Hyunjin couldn't stop talking, his filter completely gone as he came inside of you just as hard as before. Your bodies reached for each other, his arms tightly wrapped around you, holding you in place as you rode out both of your orgasms together.

"I love you, baby"

Hyunjin whispered sweetly as your body continued to jolt, orgasms much longer than his own.

"I got you"

He repeated himself as you slowed, and slowed, and came to a hold in his arms.

"You're okay, baby. I love you"

Hyunjin whispered sweetly, letting you take your time in his arms with a few gentle kisses pressed to your cheeks whenever you made a slight noise.

He rubbed your back with warm hands, making you relax against him. Once your breathing was steady again and your body knew it was completely safe, Hyunjin guided your head to look at him and pressed a gentle, sweet kiss to your lips whilst his thumb caressed your cheek.

"You did so well baby"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 11

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: yall doubted me.

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A deep growl rolls around you. This one is beastly. Not lurid or lusty. Your head dangles over Andy’s arm as he carries you into the bedroom, stalling as Ernie snarls at his entrance. You whimper as your body thrums from head to toe.

“Shhh,” Andy hushes, both you and the dog. He lowers you onto the mattress as Ernie’s rumble deepens. “Honey,” he pets your forehead, “you did so good.”

You turn your head, staring at the wall. Disgusted with him but just as repulsed by yourself. The tenderness tingling between your legs stains you with shame. As much as you detested every violation, every intrusion, you enjoyed it all the same. Your body delighted in it and even then, you feel that empty longing clenching inside of you.

“You just need to get cleaned up,” he looms over you as Ernie growls.

“Puppy…” you murmur and wave your hands senselessly.

Ernie lets out a soft boof and the bed jolts as he jumps onto it. He sniffs you as he jostles you and lays against you, licking your arm with his warm, rough tongue. It’s soothing. You turn and embrace him, shuddering as the afterglow fades to humiliation.

“Let me take care of you,” Andy intones.

His shadow hovers around the room and his footsteps fade into the distortion of your new reality. That fog of disbelief returns, thicker than before. That first night when you couldn’t fathom the absurdity of it all can’t compare to the haze that consumes you then. After all they’ve done, your only shield is denial. 

It didn’t happen. You didn't just let them do all that. You didn’t crawl around and obey them like an animal. No. No. You’ve been in here this whole time, it’s only a bad nightmare.

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine. Ernie lays his head down next to yours. It’s just you and your puppy. You’re safe. He’s safe. That’s what matters. When you took him in, you took on the duty of protecting him. 

That’s how it should be when you take someone in. When you promise to take care of them. That’s not how it always goes, though. You know that better than anyone.

You quiver as you remember the nights in the group home. Scared and alone. Even with the other kids, you were never really wanted, never accepted. You had no one to talk to, no one to help you.

Those days are far behind you… but the feelings creep back in. You thought you were stronger now. You’re just as weak as you were then.

The noise of water pouring down splices through your daze. You shift onto your back as Ernie’s hot breaths puff over your shoulder. You move, just a little, and give up as the effort tinges in your muscles.

Andy returns, a fuzzy silhouette over you, as he takes you by the arm and sits you up. Ernie bristles and you flutter your hand behind you. That’s the one thing you couldn’t handle; him getting hurt. He licks your palm as you feel the tension of his body through the mattress. He knows it’s all wrong but he’s a good boy and he’ll listen to you.

Andy lifts you from the bed again, this time with his arm across your back as he makes you stand. He walks you around into the bathroom. He sits you on the open toilet and you hang your head.

“Honey, you should… go, it will help,” he girds, “you don’t want an infection, huh?”

“Leave me alone,” you babble and cover your face with your hand.

“I have the bath running for you, sweetie,” he coos and steps away, “I’ll add some bubbles.”

You shakily lift your head and watch his back as he goes to the tub. He uncaps a bottle with a click and you fold over your lap. The pressure in your core begins to burn. A ripple flows through you as your bladder releases. The trick of your urine on the porcelains adds to your shame.

You grab toilet paper to wipe yourself, hissing at the touch of the tissue. You drop it into the bowl and sit up. You shake as Andy returns to you and takes off the stockings. You’re completely naked. He scoops you up entirely and lowers you into the tub, the water lapping up higher and higher around you.

“Did you like your presents?” Andy asks as he turns. He takes a stool from beside the counter and unfolds it, sitting on the other side of the tub wall.

You stare at the tiled wall as the hot water sears your oversensitive skin. You can feel the pearls dangling from your ears, a reminder of their game. You reach to the jewelry and he catches your hand.

“Those are really pretty on you,” Andy hums, “not that you need help.”

You slip your hand free of his and drop it back into the water. Your eyes singe. His betrayal is worse than anything else. He said he would keep you safe. That he wouldn’t let them hurt you but all you can think of is how much he hurt you.

Andy stirs the water with his fingers as the bubbles foam over the top. The smell of fake vanilla wafts in the air. You lean your head back and look at the ceiling. You hate him more than the others. He’s a liar. For all their faults, the others don’t hide what they are.

“You can just relax until dinner,” he coaxes as he touches your chest, “recover…”

You hear claws tapping and look over as Ernie fills the open doorway. He sits, staring intently at you. Maybe you should have them take him to a shelter… you can’t take care of him here. Not like you should. Your eyes sting and you look away. No, he doesn’t deserve that either. You’ve failed him.

With no response, Andy doesn’t say another word. For a while, he touches you, soft, almost curious touches, then he stands. You peek up as he undresses and the world shifts as he moves you from against the porcelain. He steps in behind you and eases down into the tub, pulling you over him as he reclines.

The intimacy of that moment churns in your stomach. It’s how he acts like this is all normal, like there’s anything more than there is. This isn’t a relationship, this isn’t a utopia he’s built for you, he’s using you. Just like those other two.

“You’re so precious, sweetie,” he frames your face and kisses the crown of your head, “so… beautiful.” 

His hands trail down your neck and chest. He fondles your tits as your body locks up. Ernie snorts and treads closer. Your head drifts to the side and you stare at him. His jowls curl up with unease. You hush him. He huffs and circles around, once, twice, then lays on the bathmat.

“He loves you,” Andy comments as his hands continue to explore, “that’s sweet. You must be really good to him.”

You sniff and swallow down your horror. You don’t want to hear him. You want him to go away, to leave you to wallow in his desecration. You reach up and catch his hand, trying to pull it off your stomach. He resists, far too easily for your comfort.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

You shift, the water sifting around your bodies. You feel the twitch beneath your back. Despite everything, he’s getting hard again. You are sickened by his insatiable appetite.

“Just relax,” he coaxed as he tickles your sides, “soak up the heat and then we’ll lay down, huh? Get some snuggles in. I got a turkey in the oven–”

“Shut up,” you snip, surprising even yourself.

“Honey,” he rebukes, “don’t talk like that. It’s Christmas.”

Your lips trembles and you take a deep breath. You notice how his hand braces your hip firmly. You gulp and try to ease the knots in your muscles.

“Sorry,” you eke out and let his hand go.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” he releases your hip and instead tickles the bottom of your stomach, “I know you’re a good girl.”

You close your eyes and grit your teeth. You’re not good, you’re scared.

❄️

Andy puts you in a pair of fuzzy pajamas. A crop top and short shorts. Everything is designed to keep you a display. He lays you down in the bed and you lay there, paralysed. You’re trapped in this room, in your own body, with no way out.

Ernie lays at the foot of the bed as Andy leaves. You stare at the door and wonder. Is that it? For how long?

When the door opens again, you tear your eyes away. Andy carries in a basket and sets it on the side of the bed. He starts to unpack the contents; the gifts. You recoil in disgust and cross your arms.

He hangs the new sweaters and puts the new pieces of jewelry in the box on the vanity. He sorts out the perfumes and lotions and other toiletries and takes them into the bathroom. You curl your lip and fall onto your back.

You can’t just roll over and give up. You’ve been through stuff before. You can do more. This is only the first day and you saw the cracks. Right now, it’s three against one, but the three is very close to dissembling.

The plan. Whatever it is they keep going on about, it’s going to fall apart. It has to. All they do is bicker. You see their hate, you just need to needle away at it.

You sit up and take a deep breath. When Andy comes back in, he seems surprised. You look at him and smile. You worked in retail for years, you can play the role he wants.

“Honey,” you get to your knees, ignoring the sensitivity between your legs, “do I have to stay in here?”

He looks at the door then back to you, “well, I…”

“You said you had a turkey cooking. I could help with dinner,” you offer with a flutter of your lashes.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say, “I… Ernie’s too big to be locked in here.”

He glances at the dog and frowns, “yeah, I guess.”

“And he’ll need to go pee soon,” you insist, “Andy, I know you have a son. Ernie’s like that to me. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

Andy flinches, “...I know.”

“You’re a dad, you must be a really good one,” you come to the edge of the bed and sit on your knees, “you said you’d take care of me.”

“I will,” he crosses his arms. 

“So, you need to help me take care of my puppy,” you pout, “right?”

He lowers his chin and drops his hands to his hips. He exhales as he pokes his cheek with his tongue, “I guess.” He looks up slowly, “it’s sweet that you care so much about him,” he treads closer, “you’d be a good mom.”

You blink. You hope he isn’t implying anything, “I already am. Ernie’s just like a kid.”

“Well, yeah, I know that but…” he sits on the bed beside you, his eyes roving up and down, “once you’re all settled… we could… talk.”

Oh. Okay. He really is nuts. 

“Maybe then,” you reach to his hand. “I could really use a hot chocolate, I could make some for all of you. Or coffee?”

He smiles and the rigidness leaves his shoulders, “how did I find someone so sweet, huh?”

You squeeze his hand and cautiously stand, “how did I get so lucky?”

He rises with you and Ernie drags himself off the floor. You outstretch your other arm to the dog in an effort to keep him calm. He’s probably just as scared as you.

You walk with Andy to the door and he lets you go to unlock the door with the key. You wait patiently as you latch onto Ernie’s collar. You know he’ll try to bolt, he’s restless.

Andy steps back and lets you out first. You walk with the dog calmly down the hallway. You stop at the impasse of the two doorways.

“Can I put him in the front room? He’ll only mooch in the kitchen?” You ask.

“Should we grab his leash?” Andy asks.

“He’ll be good,” you promise.

“Alright, go then.”

You tug Ernie with you into the front room. You let go of his collar and scratch his head. As you enter, Ransom sprawls over the sectional, lazily thumbing at a tablet. He peers over and sits up as he sees the dog.

“Shit! How did you–”

“He won’t bug you,” you insist as you turn to Ernie, “Ern, be nice. Lay down.”

You point to the floor and the Saint Bernard dips his head. He circles and obeys. You give him a ‘good boy’ and turn to Ransom as he narrows his eyes at the dog.

“Mmm, damn, why don’t you call me a good boy, baby?” Lloyd startles you as he struts in from the other doorway.

“I… did you want hot chocolate? Or coffee?” You ask.

“Whatsa matter with you? Cock hungry again?” Lloyd snorts.

You wince, “it’s Christmas.”

“Oh, damn, she’s got stamina,” Lloyd snickers, “I didn’t think you’d be back on your feet again so fast. Maybe on your back…”

“I’ll have coffee,” Ransom slides up to lean against the armrest and rolls his shoulders with a groan, “I’m stiff as fuck.”

“Me too, but coffee won’t do much for it,” Lloyd sneers as he rubs the front of his pants.

“I’ll put a pot on,” you say and try to side step Lloyd.

“I’d love something warm,” he catches you by the throat, “I could just drink you up, sweet cheeks.”

He flicks his tongue at you and you struggle to hold your smile. You can do it. You’ve made it through how many Black Fridays?

“That will wake you up, Hugh–”

“Don’t call me fucking Hugh,” Ransom snaps back.

The tension is cut with a sharp ahem. You glance past Lloyd as Andy lurks in the doorway. Lloyd retracts his hand and wiggles his fingers. You let your breath out.

“Do you want coffee or not?” Andy grits out.

“Dark roast,” Lloyd gestures derisively as he spins on his heel, “maybe you numbnuts needa drop a blue pill into yours but I’ll take mine black.”

“Fuck off, Hansen,” Ransom mutters.

“What? I’m just saying, if you can’t keep up, I got enough to give her a merry christmas.”

“Talk, talk, talk,” Ransom rolls his eyes.

“Come on, sweetie,” Andy offers his hand,“let’s go get that hot chocolate.”

“Fucking cuck,” Lloyd sneers under his breath.

Andy sighs and you take his hand.

“Sounds yummy,” you chime as you lead him out.

[ultrone]

just saw your hcs about fuckgirl!nat and they were so good that got me thinking... what if she fell in love with reader? how would nat convince R that she wants more than a few nights together?

⨳﹙❤️‍🩹 ♰﹚fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

omgg i love this thought <33 — context

at first, she'd ignore it, avoiding thinking about it altogether. she liked doing her own thing, so admitting her feelings, even to herself, wasn't her style. deep down, though, she knew. but whether she admitted it to herself or not, you didn't pay much mind, since she kept her cool as always.

then, a conflict started brewing inside her. on one side, she craved a real connection with you, but on the other, she preferred independence and shied away from commitment. sometimes, she'd ponder over it while watching you sleep peacefully beside her. but once she left your dorm, she'd throw herself into other things to keep her mind off it.

but gradually, she began showing her feelings through actions instead of words, even if she didn't intend to.

the first thing that gave it away was that she didn't call it quits with you after the two weeks mark. she brushed it off, saying she just really enjoyed being with you—sexually, of course. but who was she kidding? she didn't even last a week with the hottest girl on the hockey team.

around the third week, she started sleeping in. that was unusual for her; she usually slipped out before her fling woke up, or at least tried to. but now, she lingered, whether it was staying in bed longer or sitting by your window to smoke. whenever you woke up, she was there.

she cared about her self-image, though, so she tried not to do anything that seemed inconsistent with her usual behaviour. so even though she was doing these things, she'd play it off like, "my roommate’s being annoying these days. don’t feel like heading back if that's cool with you lol," and then end up staying over the entire week 😭

at first, whenever she noticed you were awake, she'd just leave without much conversation. but as time went on, you two started talking. it began with small talk, but then turned into long conversations. slowly, she started opening up to you, sharing things she hadn't with any of her previous flings. they weren't too personal, just stuff like her favourite songs, opinions on certain topics, even her favourite disney princess—yeah, she has one. it might've seemed trivial, but it meant something.

but alongside this, she started sending you mixed signals; sometimes she'd be affectionate and intimate, but then she'd pull away and act distant. the more she shared with you and the closer you got, the more distant she became at times. once, she didn't even come over for a whole week.

naturally, you started to worry because now you felt closer to her than ever before.

“it’s not that deep bruh, i’m just busy with homework. don’t feel like screwing tonight anyway,” she’d say. and her words stung, because you didn't see her as just a fling anymore. but maybe you misjudged her, and the rumours were true. maybe she really didn't give a shit.

so, of course, you started pulling away too. even when she tried reaching out and acting like she hadn't been a jerk, you kept your distance. you ignored her texts and calls, locked your door at night, and avoided her on campus.

eventually, she got the message and left you alone, moving on to the next person.

nat never admitted it, but after things ended between you two, she hardly felt satisfied with anyone else. she'd pretend she was, but truth be told, whenever she closed her eyes, she'd think of you. the sounds you made, the way your skin felt against hers, your hitched breaths against her ear—it was only when she thought of you that she'd climax.

she’d also remember those mornings you spent together, her fingers through your hair while you slept, stopping as soon as she felt you stir.

though there was still no contact, you couldn't help but notice her from afar. catching her staring at you often, she'd quickly look away, but it happened too frequently to be coincidental. it happened in the cafeteria, the locker room, even the library—what was she doing there anyway? she didn't even study.

it wasn't until some other girl got overly touchy and flirty with you at a party that nat finally reached out.

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natalie, nursing a cheap beer in her hand, watched with silent fury as the girl wrapped her arms around you. she cursed to herself, taking a swig of her drink to calm her nerves. it was ridiculous how possessive she felt. she knew she had no right to feel jealous since she'd never even made her thoughts known to you, but there it was–jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. angry at herself, natalie pushed through the crowd, stepping between the two of you.

"excuse me," she interrupted the interaction, the other girl stepping back in surprise. her voice held a dangerous undertone, the mocking tone replaced by a sharp edge. "she’s with me."

with a forceful grip on your arm, natalie pulled you aside, leading you towards the balcony. the cool air outside felt refreshing in comparison to the warm, stuffy atmosphere indoors. she pushed you up against the railings with little effort, standing so close that her body almost brushed up against yours. her breath hung heavy in the still air, her grip tight around your arm.

“so,” she said, her tone soft yet menacing at the same time. “are you with her?”

"so?" you retorted defiantly. "why do you even care?" your words sounded harsher than intended, but you were growing annoyed. she had ignored you and now acted possessive? no fucking way.

her grip tightened around your arm, the change of tone in her voice making her serious. "don't play dumb," she said forcefully. "just answer the question."

"i'm not playing dumb, and screw you," you said angrily, moving your hand away from her grip and pushing her away. "you treated me like shit and then acted like nothing happened, and now you're being all territorial?" you asked incredulously. "what's your fucking problem? do you have any idea how much pain you put me through when you ghosted me?"

she stepped back, surprised by your sharp words. for a few moments, she stood still, seemingly stunned by your response. her face remained expressionless, but from the quick way her gaze darted to the ground, she appeared to be caught off guard. eventually, she straightened up, a bit of coldness settling in her demeanor.

"my problem?" she replied. “you’re my fucking problem!”

"why the fuck would i be the problem?" you demanded, your voice rising slightly.

"why would you be the problem?" natalie echoed, her voice tinged with frustration. "because every damn time i try to move on, i see you everywhere. i hear you and think of those days we spent together. every time i try to just go and be with someone else, i’m always thinking of you instead."

you stood there, taken aback by natalie's raw confession. her words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. "shit, natalie," you said, your voice softer now, your anger dissipating into a mix of frustration and empathy. "why didn't you say something? we could have talked about this."

"i couldn't," she admitted frankly, her expression softening slightly. a brief silence followed, the sound of traffic below filling the air. "i was scared," she confessed. "i've never felt this way about anyone. and you know my reputation, i don't exactly fit the 'girlfriend material' mold," she added with an ironic chuckle.

"so, i stayed away," she went on. "i convinced myself i could just stick to the usual. have a fling, move on, forget. but it never worked." there was another pause, this one lasting longer than it should. the atmosphere between you grew heavy, almost like a weight pressing down. "i’ve been trying to move on from you for so long," she confessed, "but no matter how many other people i tried to be with, no one ever measured up. nothing felt the same."

"the way i could just watch you for hours as you slept beside me, the way i always looked forward to sneaking into your dorm at night, the way my hands trembled when you touched me, or the way my heart raced every time i thought about you..."

she had to pause to gather herself, her voice starting to crack and falter as she continued. "i was scared to feel that, so i avoided it."

a heavy silence hung in the air as nat took a deep breath, finally calming down.

"then i realized," she continued, a newfound seriousness in her voice. "that no matter how many shitty one-night stands i had, no matter how many random people i tried to distract myself with, none of it mattered. i would always come back to you, to those feelings that i've tried my damn hardest to run away from."

she stepped closer, her voice lowering to a barely audible whisper.

“but now, i'm willing to put all that aside, because i know what i want."

as nat finished speaking, her words hanging in the charged air between you, she closed the distance between you with a determined step. without hesitation, she reached up, gently cupped your face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly against yours. the kiss was tender yet full of the intensity of her emotions, conveying everything she couldn't put into words. you couldn’t resist returning the kiss, missing the familiar taste of her lips, like cheap beer and cigarettes. as she pulled you closer by the waist, you wrapped your arms around her neck.

"i want you," she continued after breaking the kiss, her voice firmer and more certain. "i want to be with you. i know i haven't treated you fairly, i know i've made a lot of mistakes, but i promise i'm willing to change all that."

you looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of dishonesty, but found none. “if you ever hurt me, i swear i’ll fucking kill you, natalie,” you said seriously. "i'm not just a toy for you to play with, do you understand?"

"i'm never going to hurt you," she replied softly, her hands still gently caressing your waist. "i know i've been a jerk, i know i've been distant, but trust me, i'm not going to do that again. not when you mean this much to me," she said sincerely.

"you mean it?" you asked, feeling the tension in your chest release as you saw the honesty in her eyes. "you're not going to disappear like you did last time?"

"i promise i will never break your trust again," she said solemnly. this time, her words sounded more genuine, as if she believed them herself. she tightened her grip on your waist and continued, "from now on, i’ll always be upfront with you, no matter how messy or hard it gets. i won't give you any more mixed signals."

“well, looks like i’ve gotta believe you now,” you said, suppressing a smile. “i'm ready to trust you again; let's just hope it works out this time.”

the two of you stood in silence for a while, soaking in the moment and each other's presence. you couldn't help but notice the faint smile on natalie's face, as if she was just as relieved as you were to be together again. then, she finally broke the silence.

"so, does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?" she asked, a playful smile spreading across her face.

“all yours,” you replied, pulling her into a deep kiss, which she eagerly returned.

[loveandmurders]

Hey sorry I was wondering if you would write a fic about the Sinclair Brothers having twin sons or like maybe triplets. How would they treat them? I've seen sinclair dad's but only with girls and I would just like to them with sons

Thank you :)

-👾anon

Hello sweet love, thank you for this very cute request <3

Hope you'll enjoy this <3

HAPPY FAMILY (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of pregnancy sickness, of labour, mentions of a risky pregnancy for reader and the babies, overprotective parents, fluff.

Getting pregnant wasn’t part of your first plans.

You were living with your three lovers and enjoying yourself, doing chores around town and inside the house, having hobbies and sometimes helping to hunt down victims too. But you never saw yourself as a potential mother. It wasn’t that you didn’t like children, it was just that you didn’t particularly feel ready for it. And you were a little bit worried to have kids in the middle of a ghost town with no hospital nearby…

You knew your men would be more than happy to have children though. Bo was a family man and he needed heirs. You sometimes even suspected him to have a breeding kink. Vincent also wanted children, to make sure the family business would never disappear. And he would love to teach them how to sculpt. Lester loved babies and he would adore playing with kids and showing them cool stuff to do.

One morning you felt a little bit sick and weak. You hadn’t been able to stand the smell of the eggs Bo was cooking either, almost making you throw up. The boys had no idea what was going on, but it worried them. They didn’t like to see you ill or hurt. You weren’t sleeping the greatest either, even in their arms. You tried to deny the possibility of being pregnant until your period didn’t show up.

After a few weeks like that, you asked Lester to buy you a pregnancy test and to not say anything about it to the twins. He was really excited but did his best to keep it to himself. He secretly gave it to you and you went to the bathroom. Of course the test came back positive and you stayed for a long time staring at it while being locked up inside the room. You didn’t know how to feel about it. Lester was putting things away in the kitchen but once he was done, he just couldn’t stop himself from finding you. He knocked at the door.

“Hey, baby” he whispered. You got up and unlocked the door for him. “So?” he asked, trying to read your face.

“Les… I’m pregnant” you said without truly realising it and a bright big smile appeared on his face, he even had happy tears in his eyes. He was so full of joy. He couldn’t believe he was going to be a father. He had never been that happy before. He tightly hugged you before kissing you with fierce passion. You smiled against his lips.

“Ya need to tell the twins” he hummed and you nodded. You weren’t too sure how they were going to react but one thing was certain: they were going to overprotect you.

You sat the twins at the kitchen table while Lester was keeping an eye on Ambrose in case tourists came in. The two men were concerned about what you were going to announce because you had this serious expression upon your face.

“So, you know I’ve been a little bit under the weather lately and I can’t stand some smells anymore and all. And well… I’m pregnant” you finally said. You saw the same excitement lit up in their eyes than in Lester’s earlier that day.

“Ya what?” Bo asked with a smile, just to make sure he heard that right

“I’m carrying your child” you repeated and their happiness was communicating. Both the twins were soon all over you, kissing you and stroking your belly. You thought you were going to enjoy the pregnancy if they were all cuddly with you like that.

You had been right about one thing: the Sinclair men were impossibly overprotective and affectionate with you. One of them needed to always be with you. And they forbad you from doing a lot of the chores you used to. They were very gentle with you, trying their best to never do anything that could upset you. You had always felt like the most important person in their lives, but they proved it to you absolutely every day now you were pregnant.

You had been wrong on one thing: it wasn’t just one child you were carrying for them. You started to notice that when your belly got a lot bigger than it should have been for only one baby. You all agreed you needed to see a doctor. Bo was the one to come with you. He was so proud to play the father in front of the nurses and doctors. He was so proud you were having their babies. You all agreed you would never try to know which one of them was the biological father: they were all Sinclairs anyways.

Twins. 

You were expecting twins. 

And you almost wanted to kill the doctor when he told Bo you both would need to be very careful with you because it could be a risky pregnancy, especially because it was your first one. Bo wrapped an arm around your shoulder and very seriously nodded at the doctor. He also asked questions, trying to know how to care about you and his children the best he could. You had never seen him act so grave before. When you arrived at the car, you could tell Bo was tense. He was concerned about you and he was concerned that the twins would know the same fate as him and Vincent.

“They’ll be okay” you told him

“Ya’ll be okay too, darl” he replied and you smiled “Ya’ll go at the hospital, and they’ll care for the babies. And if anythin’ happens… Ya know we’ll always chose ya over the babies” he continued and you grabbed his hand. You shushed him.

“Nothing will happen. It won’t be like you and Vince, I’m sure of it. And of course it's a more risky pregnancy than if it was one child, but I know we’ll be fine and happy” you tried to reassure him.

“Ya’re not the one supposed to reassure me. We’ll take an extra good care of ya” he promised and you laughed, which made him arch an eyebrow at you.

“Not sure how ya can be even more extra with me. Any of you” you tenderly smiled at him and he relaxed at your words. He would hate to know you didn’t feel cared for or loved enough.

“Anythin’ for ya, mamma” he hummed and you blushed at the nickname while placing a hand over your stomach.

Your water broke one morning as you were getting up to grab a glass of juice. Bo and Lester brought you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring about any kind of speed limit. Vincent was quite upset he couldn’t follow you there, but he wanted the best for the twins. He was so afraid that history was going to repeat itself. He didn’t want to create a small mask for one of his kids, he didn’t want to realise he created a monster with his brothers, he didn’t want you to be put into danger either. He knew that it had been very complicated for his mother and that she almost died. The three men had agreed that they would always choose you over the kids, no matter what. But it still would break their hearts to lose them.

You wished Vincent would have been by your side too, but you hoped you would soon be out of the hospital. You already wanted to be home, in your bed, surrounded by your five men. You knew life was going to be so good. 

The labour went by a lot better than anticipated. 

And the baby boys borned in perfect health conditions. You were exhausted but you asked to see them and Lester and Bo watched them and carried them with such happiness shining in their eyes. Your babies were already so loved. You even forgot about the killing and Ambrose being a ghost town. It was obvious that everything was going to be alright. 

Lester left to call Vincent. His hands were too shaky to send a message and it would allow him to babble even if Vincent couldn’t verbally answer. Vinny was too emotional to even write either so it was alright and he was so grateful that everyone was doing good. He fully let go of his work to finish preparing the house. He wanted everything to be perfect so the babies couldn’t get hurt and you wouldn’t need to think about anything. Vincent wanted you to just rest like you deserved to.

At the hospital, you were too tired to notice how Lester or Bo were reacting with the babies, and a lot of their attention was on you to make sure you were alright. Bo praised you a lot for having done such a good work. And Lester sneaked little chocolates and snacks into your room for you. 

It was when you finally reached back home, you realised how your husbands were reacting to their baby boys.

None of the men couldn’t stand hearing the babies crying. They instantly needed to reach for them and to cuddle them and appease them. They needed to protect the babies from any kind of traumas. They were instinctively caring fathers because they would rather die than reproduce what their childhood had been. No favourite, no scream, no abuse.

Vincent and Bo also refused to separate the baby boys; they wanted the twins to sleep in the same bed. They also tried their best to show the same amount of love to the two of them. They wouldn’t stand the idea that one of their kids would feel like they had a favourite. Lester seemed quite relieved about it. Your husbands often talked together late at night, when you were already resting, to decide what was the best to do for the boys.

You also often found Bo sleeping in an armchair as he had tried to watch over his boys. That way he was ready to take care of them the instant one of them would wake up.

Vincent was also the one taking care of them the most at night because he was a night bird anyways.

Lester was the one who knew how to make them laugh and to amuse them the most. He was good at appeasing them when they were crying too. He let his big brothers be overprotective, so he could be the fun dad. He was also finding them clothes and toys. He was already spoiling them rotten and you were powerless to prevent any of this.

Lester also loved to watch you feed the babies and he was often with you when that happened. And when he wasn’t there, it was Bo because the man wanted to make sure his babies and wife were doing alright. No need to say that Bo and Vincent were the most concerned whenever the boys weren’t eating as much as a few hours ago. You couldn’t stop rolling your eyes at them.

“They’re all right” you always said

“But we need them to be strong boys, and for that they need to eat well!” Bo exclaimed as Vincent nodded in agreement with his own twin.

“They’ll be strong. Have you seen their fathers and mother?” you smiled

The advantage of living with three men was they could take care of the kids and of the house and let you rest. Bo loved to take care of you and to wash you too.

Vincent enjoyed spying on you when you were with the boys. He loved when you were talking to them with so much love in your words and voice. He was so relieved to know that his baby boys were going to grow up in a loving family, even though they were surrounded by killers.

Bo was calling you “mamma” pretty much all the time now.

Lester once asked you how it was to be the matriarch of the family and Vincent was a lot more obedient to you than he used to be. If Bo was calling for him, he wouldn’t move, but if it was you, he was there in a flash.

You became the head of the family and your husbands made it clear that they couldn’t wait for you to get pregnant again because “the twins needed siblings to be protective of”

Thanks to you, the brothers knew that even killers deserve a happy family life.

[onskepa]

Left behind: Prologue

Here is the first of many chapters for the long awaited series! Enjoy!

Left behind series

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Jake’s pov

Earth has always been our home. Us, humans. And like parasites, we leeched off of our provider. Always wanting more and never getting our fill. And now, what made us humans, is dying. There is little to no chance of saving it. 

As earth dies, so does the human spirit. Over mass population, consumption, greed. It is clearly taking a toll on all of us. Whenever something pure, something untouched is found, the greed of humanity taints it. Corrupt it. 

As is the youth of our children. 

With what hopes and dreams the kids have are instantly killed. The adults are blunt and cut throat in telling kids today there is no hope for earth. Being molded to think one way, molded to be fitted in a box and not have any form of creativity. To think of a certain way. 

And it is disgusting. 

Third  POV 

After a nasty fight at the bar, Jake went home. He got the money, less than last week but it's enough for the both of them. 

Yes, both. 

After being discharged from the marines after his life changing incident, Jake sully didn't have a clear vision of what to do. Learning that his new life will contain him in a wheelchair, Jake's mind darkened and stayed like that for a while. Dull and colorless were his day. 

Would go to bars and make a fool of himself if it meant getting some attention and money for more booze. Made many mistakes in his dark days. Mistakes that aren't so easy to take back. Many regrets and doubts. But there was one thing that Jake would never see as an accident or a mistake, was his only reason to live. 

His daughter. 

A little angel sent from above to take him out of his dark days. 

Jake could barely remember the women he spent the night that conceived his child. Some faceless lady that gifted him his child. Really the only good thing left in his life. And because of his little star, did Jake push on. Still not making good choices, but hard ones to make it by.

Jake’s pov

The door opened and I pushed myself inside. Home sweet home. A small apartment, not the best, but its plenty. 

“Daddy daddy daddy!!” I can hear my little girl call out to me. 

Turning, I caught her just in time. Quickly climbing on my lap, her little arms hugging me. “I missed you daddy!” she tells me. I couldn't help but smile widely. My little angel, my little star, a gift from above. 

“Oooh I missed you too, have you been good for Misses Morve?” I asked her, moving her little messy hair away to look at her beautiful blue eyes. She nodded fast. And on cue, the kind lady we have as our neighbor came to us. 

A nice little old lady across from our door. 

“She has been so good, I am surprised she hasn't caused any trouble, '' Misses Morve tells me. “Thank you, you don't have to watch over her tomorrow. I'm staying in” I was informed. Saying our farewells, she left our place. 

My little girl turned back to me, “daddy! I saw on the hologram that the tigers came back from the dead! I saw them and they looked so cuuuuuuute!!” 

Animals has always been her favorite thing to learn about. I buy second hand books for her. School has become too expensive for an average family. So I try my best to teach her what I know. 

“Really? Maybe one day we can go see them together” I tell her. Her eyes sparkle in excitement, cheering and clapping. Letting her chat away of what we can do should one day we go to the zoo. 

I know it might not happen, but nothing wrong with giving a little hope right? 

Third pov 

As the father-daughter duo chatted, a sudden knock was hard on the door. Both stood silent, misses Morve just left, Jake wasn't expecting anyone else. 

Jake gave his daughter a look and quickly she left to go hide in a cabinet. Jake grabs a gun hidden from a shelf and preps it. As he got closer, another knock was heard. “Who is it?” he asks loudly. 

“Is this Jake sully’s residence?” A voice was heard. 

“Who are you?” Jake asks. 

“We are from the RDA. We came to look for Jake sully. It is urgent we speak to him”. 

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all like it cause there will be more chapters in the future! Until next time! see ya!

[skzoologist]

Hidden flaws

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, arguments

summary: Nobody is perfect, and emotions help highlight those flaws.

a/n: I know this isn't the best I had written and most probably not what any of you expected, but I wanted to show that Bae has his flaws too, that he isn't all those wonderful things he shows to everyone. I hope you guys will still enjoy reading this drabble nonetheless.

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!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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A heavy sigh left his chest, his shoulders sagging in temporary relief as the hefty bag was gently thrown into the corner. The door let out a soft click as it closed shut behind his exhausted form, something that only hunched over more as he’d noticed how a certain few pairs of shoes were chaotically thrown in the way. He knew which pair belonged to who, of course he did, and that only heightened his frustrations as he had already asked them several times to not do this.

But no matter. He was way too tired to deal with this right now.

The place was fairly quiet, save for some gentle murmurs of far-away conversations and the occasional shouts of Felix and Jeongin, who were most probably playing some kind of video game against each other -if the cursing was anything to go by, that is-.

And so Bae simply stood there for the next few minutes, drinking in the quite rare moment of silence after a particularly hectic day of work, even though every muscle and tendon inside his body screamed for rest, to just lay down and not move for the next 12 hours. He listened to the passing vehicles down below, the gentle tip-tapping of the water droplets as they hit the windows, of the continuous shuffling of fabric from everyone’s rooms down the hallway.

With each familiar sound his shoulders relaxed, that deeply-etched line between his eyebrows becoming faded and less visible.

But of course, peace could never last long in that dorm, in the one the nine of them shared.

As Bae moved towards his room to rest, his arm dragging his bag behind on the floor, his shoulder was pushed away so violently he nearly tripped backwards, were it not for the wall to catch his stumbling form.

“Jesus christ, watch where you’re going. I nearly fell because of you.” - one of the youngest spat out, anger and frustration dripping from each word.

The tired idol could only watch Seungmin’s leaving form, all his attention stolen from the lack of honorifics and the form of someone else passing by as he immediately closed his eyes so tightly it looked painful. His lung filled to the brim with another intake of air, this one much more urgent than the last, trapped inside until his veins screamed for release and comfort.

It was fine.

He was fine.

After hauling his bag into his room, his eyes momentarily got caught on the clean, folded clothes he had asked someone to put away. But before he could even fully process that information he had heard shouting from the way he had just come from, the two participants of the heated argument painfully obvious. It wouldn’t have been hard to guess anyway, with the mood Seungmin had just been in.

Sure enough, it only took Bae a few steps to witness that exact member and Changbin looking ready to tear each others’ heads off, a sight rarer than ever.

While Seungmin had always been one to stay calm and jokingly teasing, it was even rarer to see Changbin so ready to fight another member. The gym enthusiast always had a heart of gold, exercising his frustrations out instead of throwing it at any of them.

Both of them were only growing more heated with each passing second, veins visibly jumping underneath their skin with fiery anger. Changbin’s fists were both clenched to the point Bae was sure the skin would break, while Seungmin was biting his lip to the point of drawing blood between each violent word he’d stabbed the shorter male with.

Naturally, this drew the attention of every else in the dorm, each pair of eyes wide in disbelief at what was happening. The sight caused them to freeze, unable to believe that out of everyone, these two were having an actual argument and not just a playful banter they always had instead.

But Bae had been there before them by a few minutes, having already witnessed it all, and thus he was able to force his body to move, to act, his hands pushing at the arguing duo’s chests firmly. Two pairs of vicious eyes zeroed in on his form, yet only one’s owner spoke up.

“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You can barely stand, for fuck’s sake! You come back late, you don’t know anything that happened, and yet you dare get between us? You always do this, playing the peacemaker in this group, as if you’re some kind of goody-two-shoes. You’re such a faker!”

It was silent after Seungmin’s words, the entire atmosphere turning chilly and dangerous. Changbin immediately backed down as if he was scorched, Bae’s hand now uselessly lifted in the air and staying completely still, until it returned to his side and clenched into a fist. Still, it was unable to fully conceal the swirling emotions residing deep within his chest, everything that had happened that day, that week, now desperately trying to spill to the top and consume him alive, injuring not only him in the process, but others as well.

A droplet of blood slithered down the cracks of his skin while nobody dared to move, the uttered words hanging in the air, letting their owner realise their meaning as they dug deeply into everyone’s skin like a vicious parasite.

“Seungmin-” “No, Chan. It’s okay. He’s right. In his eyes, I am what he just called me as.” “No, Bae-”

It all happened in an instant.

In one moment, Bae was standing between Seungmin and Changbin, Chan just far enough to not be able to prevent what was to come. Because in the next moment, Seungmin laid on the floor, dishevelled and panicked as Bae loomed above him, an unconcealed rage filling his once kind eyes. Bae’s chest burned with each intake, veins on the verge of bursting from the sudden added pressure and he was sure he would be chipping a tooth if he continued clenching his jaw as hard as he had been doing so far.

But he couldn’t stop himself anymore. It was all too much. All reason was thrown out the window after that comment, something that dug deeper than Seungmin would have ever thought it would.

He’d stepped on a lion’s tail, and now he had to face the consequences.

Bae’s chest heaved violently, his heart hidden inside thumping so fast it was a wonder how it had remained in its rightful place. That vicious, disgustingly familiar feeling gripped at his throat, nearly choking him to death if he didn’t let it out.

In a blink his arm moved to grip the younger’s hoodie better, shouting breaking out around him. The boy in his grip, locked underneath him, looked like a deer caught in headlights, his entire being shaken down to its core.

Bae hated that look. Hated whenever someone looked at him that way, those wide, fearful eyes haunting him in his nightmares relentlessly. He hated how Seungmin visibly shrank in on himself when one of his hands moved, a breath caught in his throat from the sheer fear, even though it wasn’t a movement fueled by violence. Bae hated how those eyes glistened, hated how that revolting feeling inside him writhed in delight at the sight, but out of everything, he hated the most how Seungmin thought he would actually hurt him.

He hated how even that wasn’t enough to cool himself off, the need to move around and destroy still resided inside besides that deep hurt, begging to take control.

So, with a silent exhale, he stood up and wordlessly went to the door, not answering anyone’s questions as only a silent click could be heard behind him.

He’d heard Chan explaining to the others what had happened as he was leaving, the older aussie being the person who had helped Bae keep his anger issues in check easier. Because as calm and collected as he could look, Bae was only a human with countless flaws. And this one, this one had to be his least favourite. He’d gotten better at controlling it over the years of being an idol, but he couldn’t get rid of it. At one point, this bubbling anger would always break onto the surface, burning everyone around him.

And he never failed to dread that moment.

That was how he always found himself in the gym, the punching bag taking all his frustrations and anger away slowly with each punch, his head feeling calmer and emptier. It was how he had gotten into regularly exercising, actually, the act being his much needed anchor.

Because even after all those words, all the days’ frustrations as he filmed countless scenes and practised certain moves over and over again, he would rather die than hurt one of the members, people who had become his family.

“Hey.”

Changbin’s soft voice was a sudden change, something that Bae wasn’t expecting and so his next punch missed, the bag hitting his body instead and causing him to nearly fall to the ground.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha. Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you like that.” - the younger male said, helping Bae gather his balance once more. “No, it’s okay.”

It was a bit awkward after that, none of them uttering a single word, merely shuffling in place or fixing their clothes. Bae of course knew why his dongsaeng was there, it couldn’t have been more obvious. Changbin’s eyes looked everywhere but at him, no matter how hard Bae had tried.

A heavy sigh left the younger’s lips, eyes finally meeting Bae’s with a heavy gaze, yet no words accompanied them.

A droplet of sweat glided down the taller’s skin as he closed his eyes, a silent sigh leaving his form.

“It’s okay. I heard Chan hyung explaining things after I left, and the younger ones had to know about it sooner or later.” - Bae said, his voice softer than he had hoped for. “But-” “No buts, Bin, it’s okay. And it wasn’t your fault either. I just… didn’t have the best day. I apologise, truly.” “You aren’t completely right, Hyung. Comeback season is on our necks and this time around, you have the most work put onto your shoulders. Every day you come back past midnight, looking like a zombie, and yet you keep doing chores around the dorm as well. You shouldn’t need to come back to such a scene on top of that, where two of us are fighting, especially when I know how you can be.”

Bae could merely blink down at his younger friend, not having expected that at all.

“Oh come on, say something, don’t just blink at me with those pretty eyes of yours!”

A faint red dusted Bae’s ears at those words, smacking Changbin’s shoulder in return.

“But what was that about anyway?” “You mean the argument? Oh, well… We just haven't really seen eye-to-eye with each others’ performances lately. I… I kept criticising every line he sang, and in return, he kept doing the same with my rap. It all bursted out when I mentioned how he should redo a few lines tomorrow.”

Bae didn’t need to say anything, he could see how Changbin had already reflected over his actions. Regret was clearly written on his face, a slight frown always sitting on his pouty lips. And those deep, dark eyes of his told entire tales of the same thing, and thus, Bae just stood beside him silently.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hyung! I know I fucked up, okay? I shouldn’t be this harsh on him, but I just. I just want him to do his very best, y’know? Because I know he can. He’s our main vocalist, and this track suits him so well.” - Changbin’s voice turned so tender near the end that it almost broke Bae’s heart, because he understood it all.

He also wanted the others to do their very best, to encourage them and help them become that new, best version of themselves. Everyone wanted that from the other, and sometimes that want turned into something hurtful, as regretful as it was.

“Anyway, come on, let’s go so we can both apologise to him, yeah? I would hate for him to go to sleep like this, to actually believe the stupid things I accidentally threw at him.”

With Bae’s silent nod the two were off, the short journey back to their dorms passing in silence. Both males were stressing over their apologies, which words to say that would earn them forgiveness. But deep down Bae feared that he wouldn’t ever be forgiven, his actions harsh and unlike him when his anger took the reins. He knew that all too well. After all, that was the reason why he always went to hide away at the gym at such times.

His stomach churned and rolled around with each step, and much too soon, they were at the door already. Neither of them reached for the handle, as they just stood there, hesitant.

Much too suddenly the door swung open, the person they had least expected standing on the other side, having expected them.

“Come in.” - he said, the two obediently following him into the living room.

It was clear Seungmin had been crying, the skin underneath his eyes scrubbed red and raw. Bae’s heart clenched at the sight, that deep-rooted self hatred only burying itself deeper into his chest. There was a lump growing inside his throat, and he knew that if he were to just stand there, he would be unable to say anything later.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin.” - he whispered out, his voice nearly breaking from hidden emotion.

He turned away to leave, that familiar burning appearing behind his eyes, but something held him back. A quick glance told him that it was Seungmin himself, his small hand peeking out from his sweater paws. A habit he only practised when he was feeling upset.

“No, Hyung, stay. Please.” - the boy whispered out, tugging at his sleeve once more with such desperation that Bae couldn’t deny, even as a stray tear rolled down his skin.

And so the three stayed in the living room over warm cups of tea and ramyeon, talking everything out. Although the damage had been done, scars could heal if looked after properly; and none of them were planning to leave.

[unsaidthingsj2e]

Promise i don't forget all of my fault in this

Summary : After Jude broke your heart, he can't help but regret how he did it. Loosing his best friend of 10 years is not something he knows how to cope with

a/n : here is part 2 to this fic, probably not what you were expecting but i like it this way better!

english is still not my first language so if any sentence doesn't make sense or if typos are hiding in there, i apologize!! (+ this is even barely proofread sorry)

title is a lyrics from Best by Gracie Abrams

To the eye of anyone else, his life looked like a dream.

With his career predicted to continue its raising towards a legendary peak, a beautiful girl he genuinely was in love with at his side and a promise of everything going his way in life, it seemed like the equation was solved.

The thing is, it was solved, he found x, he had x but he also threw x away, thinking it wasn't necessary to his well-being.

The problem is, x was his ex-lover, ex-best friend, ex-childhood friend. When he made the decision to leave her behind, he thought he did the right thing.

Breaking her heart was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he knew she wouldn't have survived seeing him with a new girl while still being in his life. He knew if given the option, she would've stayed at his side, as a best friend, a friend, an acquaintance. So in his mind, breaking her heart, leaving her with a lost soulmate was the best decision, for her.

He had not anticipated how much it would hurt him as well.

He spent the first week feeling unbelievably lighter. Lying to her, going out with his girl behind her back and cheating were not things he had enjoyed doing. He knew he had no right to be sad or even to complain about anything, being the one doing the cheating and not being cheated on.

He was certain if younger Jude could, he would find a way to travel in time and hunt current Jude down until the end of his days. She used to be so much more than an ex-lover.

Ever since primary school, she had been the only constant thing in his life. He had other friendships that he grew out of, he had girlfriends that wouldn't last enough time for him to even get attached, and he now had fans that would forget about him in a few months. But she was always there, and that's what made him think she was the perfect match for him.

He already loved her and they got along better than any other friends, he knew her inside out and still admired her, he already went through hell and back by her side. It made sense that what he was feeling was romantic love. And perhaps it was at first, or maybe it never was, he could not pinpoint the moment he realized he made a mistake and confused platonic feelings for romantic ones.

It's the fact that she realized so much faster than him that scared him, and that made the process happen so much faster. She managed to watch the light fade from his eyes before he could put a name on what was happening in his head when he looked at her. She noticed the nature of the blank stares he would be stuck in and deep down, she knew.

Tonight marks the third week since he broke her heart, and his guilt laced with longing is eating him alive. Because today was the 22nd of the month, day on which, every month without a miss, they would meet up one way or another to watch movies and gossip and catch up on lost time due to their busy schedules.

It had become a tradition since they were kids, Jude had to conceal football and school and ended up being able to spend less time with her. A June 22nd, she had voiced her worries of him forgetting her in the whole process, so he promised at least every month, she would get a night of his full undivided attention.

It was never just movies, some 22nd's were spent on her house's roof, stargazing while sharing terrifying thoughts about growing up, about feelings taking a meaning, others were spent driving around your hometown, signing along to their shared playlist.

But it always was on the 22nd. Twelve 22nd's a year, twelve nights to ensure their hearts were still each others.

Tonight's 22nd was the first one in eight years they weren't in each other's presence or on a videocall. On this 22nd, Jude decided he had to face his feelings. He was done hiding them and pretending this didn't affect him, he lost someone who was dear to him no matter who was to blame.

Coming home from practice, where his performance were mediocre at best, and ended in his coach voicing his worries about his mood and its affect on his stats lately, Jude was worn off.

Turning his keys in the door lock, his eyes fell down on the red phone cabin keychain he reluctantly kept after she forced him to. He had playfully refused to do so at first, claiming this was too much of a tourist thing to even just buy, let alone display on his keys. But she had argued that this would be a fond way to remember every place they had traveled to.

Not realizing he had been staring at the keys lost in thoughts for a few minutes, not making any moves to enter, a soft voice got him out of this haze.

"Jude, is that you?" He heard his girlfriend ask from the other side of the door, voice uncertain and fear audible

"Yes, yes it's me darling. Sorry about that I kinda zoned out", Jude rushed to explain while opening the door, noting how scary hearing the quiet sound of keys fumbling into the lock would've been from her point of view.

He stepped into his house, immediately face to face with his lover, whom he engulfed into a bone crushing hug almost as quickly.

"Today's the 22nd" he mumbled into her hoodie "It sucked, 'm feeling like shit and I did bad at practice"

One thing he made sure to do with any partner of his, was to make sure they both felt safe enough to share any thought, not wanting to hold the weight of any information by themselves. Therefore, he had told her everything about his feeling about his ex best friend, how much he missed her and everything about their moments ; including the 22nd tradition.

"Yeah, i figured you would- not do bad at practice, feel like shit i meant" she answered while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, simultaneously rubbing comforting circles into his back.

"I just- it's so frustrating. I'm the one who broke things off, I got the fucking good side of things and here I am whining about it.", squeezing her body harder, Jude tried another way to convey the emotions that invaded every cell of his body, feeling like words aren't enough. Before he could continue, she interrupted his rant.

"Jude, hun, we talked about this. You did break things off but it was needed, even she could tell things weren't the same anymore. But she was your best friend, shit like that hurts even if it was the best option at the time", this conversation was held almost every day, he was convinced his feelings were not justified because of the way he handled the situation.

"Yeah, I know, my feelings are valid and all this bullshit, doesn't mean it doesn't feel unfair" he moved from the embrace to take his shoes off, focusing on the task to avoid his lover's eyes "I mean, I miss her so much and it's so selfish considering she's probably in her head overthinking the authenticity of every moment we ever spent together, I'm literally a piece of shit". His shoe laces weren't cooperating, seemingly in sync with his conflicting emotions. With a groan, he gave up, throwing himself on the floor with his back on the door, his head resting on it, looking up the ceiling.

She gently crouched down next to him, rubbing his thigh in hopes to calm him down with the soothing movement. "I won't lie and say she's thriving right now, because let's face the truth, it definitely destroyed her-", at this statement, Jude banged his head on the door, "-but. But it was a shitty situation that needed to be dealt with in a shitty way. You missing her is not you being selfish, get that out of your pretty head."

Now on her knees beside him, she brought her other hand on his cheek, nudging him to make eye contact with her. Her gaze was full of empathy for his internal struggle, understanding his part, but also seeing hers. "Did you-" she stopped for a second when he finally looked back at her, eyes glossy, "Did you think about reaching out to talk to her? I'm aware you don't want to do it because you're scared she'd come back and end up hurting more. But. If not for you, do it for her? You haven't seen her since you broke things off, and she didn't even get the chance to talk, she probably is dying to find closure in a way"

"You're probably right, she deserves it. I'm just not even sure she'd want to meet up though. I wouldn't want to see someone who is as much of a dickhead as I am. Good motives or not, I did this badly." Jude did not lack self awareness concerning this situation. It's because he knows her so well that he knew the words he used would wound her deeply, although unintentionally.

Voice barely above a whisper, he shamefully admits, "Sometimes, I don't even want her to get closure. God that sounds so bad but. I don't want her to forget about me, about us. 10 years of friendship is a fucking long time, I don't want her to wipe this off her memory because I was an asshole"

Not even bothering to correct him, and uselessly try to convince him he isn't an asshole, she instead continued, "Please, talk to her, she probably doesn't want 10 years worth of memory to be tainted by this ugly night. And it's been due, for both of your sake." She felt helpless in front of her boyfriend's misery, and would do anything to help it be less intense and all consuming. "Don't let her spend her first 22nd in eight years all alone, thinking you hate her", slowly detangling his shoe lace and tying it back the right way, she moved to kiss his forehead. "Be patient and let her time to voice her thoughts, yeah?"

He stood up, and took his time to take the woman in front of him in, he felt incredibly lucky this exact second. Any other woman would be fuming with jealousy at the thought of their man going to see their ex-girlfriend that they've known for half their life. He hated to think that getting her had to come with losing his best friend. "Okay, yeah, okay i'm going then. I appreciate you so much for this, thank you for understanding."

a/n : you guys : "part 2 w reader living her best life n Jude wanting her back!!"

me : "how about no?" i actually wrote about 6 different start to this but it always felt off, knowing how brutally Jude left reader?

[heyiwrotesomethings]

hoi! how are you?? can you do tamayo with a big, strong sweetheart who specializes in blacksmithing? or just making swords for demon slayers? they would train everyday, but give her lots of loves and kisses? they'll take her out for dinner or just do something really sweet for her (since she deserves the whole world 🥺) they/them nouns please!

and thank you! you're amazing!!

Tungsten 

Tamayo x They/Them Reader

A/N: Do y’all ever think the masks the swordsmiths wear would do more harm than good? They stand out a lot for people who are supposed to stay lowkey. I could think of a few reasons why they would wear them in the village, but when their out delivering swords I would be worried. Anyway, that’s why I had the smith leave the village w/o their mask on if anyone wonders as they read 🤷‍♀️. Hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1,088

A lot of aspects surrounding (Y/n)’s way of life were a secret. Their village, their job, their face… all concealed. But that was just the reality of every swordsmith that had given their service to the demon slayers. However, there was an even bigger secret (Y/n) held that had the potential to jeopardize everything that they had built if any of their fellow smiths or the demon slayers found out.

“Heading out of the village again, (Y/n)? If you weren’t so diligent with your work, I’d have half the mind to scold you.” Tecchin chuckled. “Have you met a special someone in the city?”

“Truthfully, yes,” (Y/n) beamed beneath their mask, “yes, I have.”

“Lucky kid,” Tecchin teased, “Just be careful, for your sake and theirs.”

“I will. I’ll return in a few days.”

“As long as the quality of your work continues and things are done on time, you can go whenever you want. Safe travels.”

(Y/n) bowed to the elder in reverence, then made their exit. They always felt a little guilty over the identity of their sweetheart, but knowing who their lover was and what she stood for, they didn’t lose too much sleep over it.

They looked over their travel bag once more, making sure their special side project was among the belongings. Then they stowed away their mask and and left the village, the smell of sulphur fell away and the sound of metal tinkering slowly morphed into to bird songs and the swaying of leaves on the breeze. Then as night fell, they were greeted with the glow of the big city, the sound of automobiles and carriages rolling along the gravel.

Along the way, (Y/n) found a familiar fuzzy face and smiled, crouching to the ground to greet the cat who approached them with a happy, ‘mrrp!’.

“Good evening, Chachamaru. Will you be my guide tonight?”

The cat brushed against their leg, going a little ways down a quiet path before turning around to wait for the swordsmith. (Y/n) followed after Chachamaru and did not startle when the cat suddenly vanished after reaching a certain point. They continued on, following the cat through the barrier, gazing up at the lovely house that had suddenly appeared.

The front door slid open and (Y/n)’s smile grew as a woman stepped out to greet them. They wasted no time bounding up to her and lifting her into their strong arms, relishing in the surprised gasp and soft laughter that followed.

“Tamayo, love of my life, I missed you so much! Have you been well?” (Y/n) asked between several kisses.

“Yes, I’ve been just fine, thank you,” she chuckled, attempting to dodge the onslaught of affection now, “I missed you too, but (Y/n), please, show mercy.”

“Ah, is Yushirou around?” (Y/n) looked around a bit warily. They had tried to get on the other demon’s good side, but given that they were Tamayo’s partner, it was an impossible task.

“No, I gave him a few errands to keep him busy for a couple hours at least. I would just like to make it inside the house before being so… openly affectionate.” She softly replied.

“Oh?” (Y/n) gave Tamayo a mischievous look, putting a bit more pressure in their hold, “but Yushirou put up this special barrier so one can see us, isn’t that right?”

“(Y/n)…” Tamayo warned, a pretty blush crawling over her pale cheeks.

“I’m only teasing, my love. Let’s go inside, I made something for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Tamayo looked just a bit concerned, “You have a very important job, I hope you aren’t sacrificing yourself to try to appease me. You know just having your company for these few days every month is all the gift I need.”

“You are so sweet,” (Y/n) kissed Tamayo’s forehead, “and that’s why I like to make you things, because you’re so sweet I want to give you the best I can offer. Come on, I can’t wait to show you!”

Tamayo didn’t have to worry about following (Y/n) in, (Y/n) carried her in and set her gently on the ground once they were inside Tamayo’s room, decorated with artfully crafted metal works that had been made by the smith that stood before her.

“Close your eyes.” (Y/n) asked.

Tamayo smiled warmly at the excited twinkle in their eyes, then did as she was asked. She felt familiar rough hands cup her own, slipping a cool piece of metal into her open palms before closing her hands around it. The hands pulled away and she mourned the loss for only a moment before (Y/n) whispered,

“Alright, take a look.”

Tamayo opened her eyes and slowly peeled her hands back, then quietly gasped in awe and the small, yet intricately crafted patterned tungsten ring with a pretty gem encased within. Unsurprisingly, it for her finger perfectly when she slipped it on.

“It’s beautiful, dear. I love it.” She said, with as much sincerity as she could muster. Though the tears welling up in her eyes left no need for trying to convince.

“I’m glad you think so. I made another to match!” They flashed a ring of their own that Tamayo hadn’t had a moment to process until now, noting the complimentary design of (Y/n)’s ring and the shiny Ruby gem embedded within.

“I made them so you would have my birthstone and I would have yours. So we’ll always be carrying a little piece of each other. What do you think?”

Tamayo put her hands over her mouth, unable to get anymore words out, but she did come forward to rest her head against (Y/n)’s chest, nodding appreciatively. Her heart soared when their arms wrapped around her as they always did and she melted further when they softly kissed the top of her head before resting their head atop hers.

Tamayo hadn’t dared to dream she would find peace like this ever again, but now that she had it, she would be damned if she’d let it go. She enjoyed her allotted time with (Y/n), spending every moment she could with them before they had to go back to their village. She was sad to see them go, she always was, but they would be back. In the meantime, she would continue her own part in this war and continue her research. Now with that added weight upon her ring finger, she would hold it close to her chest and look up to the moon as she counted the nights until her smith’s return.

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Oxytocin (iii) 

Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader

Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.

Warnings: Some angst. Mentions of sex.

“Spengs? Come talk to me.” Ray prompted, tugging him inside by his shirt sleeve. They closed the door behind them, walking back towards the lab. “Now, I want to know exactly what’s going on here.” 

“What do you mean Ray?” Egon inquires. 

“Don’t be obtuse Egon. I mean, what is going on between you and Y/N?” This causes the man to stop in his tracks.

“Nothing is going on between us. Why would you think that?” 

“Come on. I’ve never seen you so happy in all your life. Something is different and I’m betting it’s her. Don’t think it escaped my attention that when I woke up you were both in the same bed.” 

“That was nothing. She had a nightmare. I was comforting her.” 

“If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have let them into your bed like that. I know you Egy. Something is definitely different.” 

“I suppose things are different. In a way. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her quite a bit. I enjoy having her around. She makes the work fun. Everything with her is so easy.” As he said this Ray tilted his head, giving him a knowing look. “But that doesn’t mean I love her.”

“Of course it doesn’t.” There was a certain understanding in Ray’s voice that did not escape Egon’s attention. “Either way you should be more friendly. She’s been in the lab for weeks and you haven’t even asked her to lunch yet. You want her to stick around, don’t you?”

The other left him to think for a moment, disappearing into the lab. God, of course he wanted you to stick around. He looked back towards the door. You were surely gone now, having hailed a cab to your apartment. He wished you weren’t though. He wanted you to stay. He always wanted you to stay. Seeing you leave at the end of each day was the hardest part of his week. 

Maybe there was something to be said for Ray’s observation. He had certainly been a lot happier since you’d come around. Every day was a new adventure with you and he looked forward to each and every one. Not to mention the feelings that stirred in him when you were almost hurt in the darkroom. He was so afraid for you. He didn’t know what he would do if you had gotten hurt. Then there was that night. With you in his bed. He hated admitting it to himself but god he could have laid there with you forever. Having you so close to him was like everything he had ever needed and wanted. When he had asked you about what you were going to say during the fire there was a large part of him that had hoped you were going to make some kind of confession. For some reason that would be so much easier than having to admit his own feelings. Oh god. That’s when he realized it. He did have feelings for you. Feelings outside of friendship. He was in love with you. How terribly inconvenient, he thought to himself.

Snapping himself out of it he finally followed after Ray, ignoring the overwhelming sense of love that flooded his brain. Despite everything inside his head screaming not to, he had decided. He would ask you out to lunch. It was the least he could do after all. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Monday couldn’t have come soon enough. You knew that the event in the darkroom meant that you had to be getting close to the truth. Something was trying to stop you which was exactly why you couldn’t stop now. You had to figure out what was going on. 

When you pulled up to the Firehouse, you made your way to the lab like always. Peter was waiting for you by Janine’s desk, stopping you. 

“Hey kid. I heard what happened on Saturday night. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you Peter.” He patted your arm before letting you continue your path towards the lab. Once inside you saw that Egon was already hard at work like he usually was. You smiled. 

“Good morning. Egon.” At hearing your voice he perked up.

“Y/N. Good morning. I’m glad to see you. We’ve got a lot of work to do today. Have a seat and I’ll explain my process to you.”  You did so, scooting a chair over so that you were close to him. Pulling out his trusty notepads he began showing you charts, graphs, and plenty of examples of the current tests he was running on the slime. You studied everything carefully, making sure that you were completely up to speed before jumping into the work for the day. 

The two of you performed a number of experiments that day, working your way from one to the next to the next. You were discovering lots of important information on what positively stimulates the slime and what negatively stimulates the slime. Before you knew it, it was just about lunchtime. Egon stood up and stretched. You joined him, needing to get on your feet after several hours of intense experimentation. You were about to head outside to hail a cab back to your apartment when Egon stopped you. 

“Would you be interested in ... having lunch with me today?” He asked. The request took you by surprise.

“Sure. I’d like that.” You respond with a smile, walking back over towards him. He swallows thickly as you take up residence by his side again. “Where do you want to go?” You thumb your bag nervously. 

“Wherever you’d like really.” 

“How about Chinese?” You ask. This causes a small satisfied smile to creep onto his lips. You’re guessing he likes Chinese. 

“That sounds perfect. I know just the place.” 

With that the two of you head out the doors together, side by side, as you walk to a little Chinese place on the corner of the next street over. The walk was fairly quiet, however you both began to engage in pleasant small talk once you’re inside the restaurant. You each take turns ordering before finding a booth near the back. You sit across from each other, your legs brushing one another’s. You fold your hands on the table, eyeing Egon carefully as you breathe deeply.

“So, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He replies. 

“We’ve been working together for a few weeks now and this is the first time you’ve asked me to spend time with you recreationally. Why now?” You couldn’t help but voice your curiosity. 

“Well.” He cleared his throat, his embarrassment was very evident. “Ray brought it to my attention that maybe I haven’t been as ... friendly with you as I ought to be. I do want you to continue working with me and if that means having lunch every now and again then so be it.” His response wasn’t quite what you were hoping for.

“I see. Well, after today consider the obligation over.” You give a small smile, trying to reassure both Egon and yourself that you didn’t care whether or not he wanted to have lunch with you. However, you knew the truth. You did care. You cared a lot. You couldn’t say that though.

“That’s not what I meant. I--” He stops himself for a moment. “I’m sorry. There’s something about you that makes it very hard for me to speak sometimes.” This is probably the most heartfelt Egon had been with you and you were intent on listening to every word he had to say. “I do enjoy your company. It’s not that I didn’t want to have lunch with you. It’s just that ... well, when I’m working I don’t think about much other than the work. Plus we’ve been making such good progress. I suppose it just escaped my attention that you might like more of a relationship with me. Since we are coworkers.” 

“Right. Well, no worries. If you want to have lunch with me, I’m happy to spend the time with you. If not, it won’t hurt my feelings.” You were trying to be so casual. However as you spoke you internally cringed, hearing how forced your statement was. Something changed in Egon’s eyes as well. He seemed almost ... desperate. Needy. 

“I’d quite like to keep seeing you. Outside of the lab, I mean.” God, he was right there. Right on the verge of saying what you wanted so desperately to hear him say. Just say you’re in love, you mentally screamed at him. Just say you’re in love because so am I. Head over heels. I’ll go to lunch with you for the rest of time if that’s what it takes, you thought. Of course thinking was all you were able to do. 

“I’d really like to keep seeing you as well.” You assure him. Just as you’re nearly about to jump over the table to kiss him the waitress brings out your food. You sigh in relief, needing the moment to be over. You needed it out of your head so you wouldn’t do something you’d come to regret. As you started to eat you suddenly felt very self aware. As if you had already said something wrong. However, Egon soon broke the silence which you were very grateful for. 

“So, I’m thinking when we get back to the lab it would be a good idea to test if the slime can be destroyed. We already know it can be positively and negatively charged but we still aren’t sure if there’s a way to get rid of it altogether. I’d love to hear suggestions.”

“Well, we can always try to light it on fire.” 

“True although I’m not sure the rate at which slime burns.” 

“No time like the present to find out.” 

“Also true. If we’re going to try burning it, I think it might also be effective to freeze it as well. My hypothesis is that we’ll get a stronger result by freezing the slime however, there is something to be said for the use of fire.” You nodded, taking a second to eat. For some reason as you sat there and contemplated the slime and its effects, a certain memory popped into your head. A memory from a few weeks back, one that had stuck in your head ever since. Now might be the perfect time to bring it up to him. It’s just the two of you which has been the case less and less recently, Ray being around to help in the lab more.

“You know, there is one particular experiment that I’ve been interested in and as I understand it, it’s one that you’ve already conducted. I’m just curious if I might be able to see the results.” 

“Absolutely. We’re equal partners in this, you have a right to see any research I’ve conducted thus far. What was the experiment?” 

“I believe it was...” You’re trying to find the right words so as not to embarrass him however, you know it’s a futile task. “Sexual in nature.” His eyes immediately flash with recognition and he coughs lightly, surprised that you’d be so bold as to bring up the little comment Venkman had made a few weeks back. 

“Yes. Well I would be happy to show you my research but it was inconclusive.” You raise your eyebrow at him, sure he’s avoiding the request. He catches on to this quickly. “It truly was inconclusive.” 

“I see. Will you be continuing the experimentation to see if you can get a highly positive reaction from the slime?” 

“I don’t know. We’ve been making such steady progress, it feels silly to backtrack now. However, I would be quite curious to see how positively we can charge the slime with ... such methods.” 

“Well, sex does have a tendency to bring out some of the strongest human emotions. In my opinion, it might be worth a shot.” 

“Perhaps you’re right.” He turns his head away as if lost in thought. Now was your chance. If you were ever going to instigate things, now was the time. Some part of you knew Egon wasn’t very likely to get things started between the two of you. So it was up to you. 

“If you do continue the experiment, I’d quite like to be present.” Egon’s head whips around as he looks at you in disbelief. Surely you didn’t mean what you had said. Surely it was simply an obligation to science that had you saying these things. There was no way you’d actually be interested in sex with the man. However, he did love to imagine that it might be a remote possibility. 

“If that’s something you want, I see no problems with it. You’ve been instrumental in all the research I’ve conducted thus far. It’s only fair that you be there for what may turn out to be our most effective experiment to date.” You nod, understanding the implications.

“Let me know when you’re ready to proceed and I’ll be there.” You assure him. You were going crazy. The two of you were sitting here, talking about having sex with one another as if it was just another experiment. Maybe that’s all it was to him. However, something deep down told you he was freaking out as much as you were.

With that, the two of you finished your lunch in awkward silence and made the walk back to the Firehouse. Egon let you go early that day. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew it was best to do as he said. Once you got home you were miserable. You were so sure you had done everything wrong and now there was no chance between the two of you. You needed him like oxygen and at the present moment, you were suffocating. You needed to do something. 

Before you knew it your phone was pressed up to your ear. The number you had dialed had only been used on one other occasion but you were so out of it you’d do anything to stop feeling this way. 

“Hey Ray.” You said when he finally picked up the phone. 

“Hey Y/N. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just ... would you wanna go out with me tonight?” There was a pause on the other end for a moment. 

“Out where?” 

“I don’t know. Just ... anywhere. I really just need a friend tonight.” 

“Well, why didn’t you say so! I’ll be over there to pick you up in an hour. Oh yeah, and Venkman’s with me. Is it okay if he tags along?” 

“That’s fine, Ray. But not Egon.” 

“Understood. We’ll see you in an hour.” With that he hangs up the phone and you set about getting ready for a night on the town. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When they arrive you’re wearing a nice button down and a pair of jeans. They’re in the Ecto-1, Peter sitting in the back so that you can have the front seat. You can’t help but smile when you see them. 

“Hey guys!” You exclaim. 

“Hey!” Ray says, ushering you into the car. 

“If it isn’t our favorite little lady. Are you ready for a crazy night out on the town with two of the interminably famous Ghostbusters?” Peter chimes in, making you laugh. You turn in your seat to face him. 

“I was born ready.” 

“Now, that’s the kind of thing I like to hear.” Ray speeds off down the street and your hand instinctively finds the handle of the door, holding on for safety. You had only driven in the Ecto-1 one other time which was when you had visited the museum. Ray drove pretty scary then too. When you turned back around in your seat Peter was giving you a pair of big terrified eyes and you nodded in agreement. 

“So, where are we going exactly?”

“Well, I figured we could grab a bite to eat. Then we can take a nice stroll through Central Park.” Ray says enthusiastically. 

“Sounds great, Ray.” You tell him, settling back in your seat and saying a silent prayer. Soon enough, you’re at the restaurant. It’s a little diner that you’ve seen the boys go to before. You find a decent place to park and walk inside, taking in the cute and quiet atmosphere. There is a booth in the far corner that you all migrate towards, sitting down and picking up a menu. “You know, I’m kind of sad Winston couldn’t join us.” You say, flipping through the menu.

“I can go give him a call! He shouldn’t be too far out.” 

“Yeah, sure! Let him tag along.” You say, prompting Ray to run outside with phone in hand. When he comes back inside he confirms that Winston is on the way. “Awesome. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.” 

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen anyone.” Peter adds. “Always cooped up in that lab with the brainiac. No wonder you needed rescuing.” You laughed lightly. If only they really knew. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.” You say with a smirk. 

The waitress comes over to take your orders so you all get drinks, telling her that you’re waiting for another member of your party. Shortly after the bell above the door chimes, signaling Winston’s entrance. As soon as he comes up to the table he slides in beside you, giving you a hug. “Good to see you! It’s been too long.” 

“It really has. It’s nice to see you too.” Now that the whole crew is present, you call the waitress over and put in your orders. Once she disappears into the kitchen, Ray turns to you with a serious look. 

“Okay. Tell us what’s going on.” Wow. He sure caught on fast. Then again, you really weren’t trying to hide anything when you called him.

“Oh, it’s nothing Ray. It’s just been a weird couple of weeks.” 

“Tell us about it. We’re here to listen.” Winston had immediately caught on to the theme of this particular hang out. You sigh before taking in a deep breath, knowing you’d have to tell them something. 

“You know, as I was getting out of college there was nothing I wanted to be more than a Ghostbuster. I saw you guys on TV and man, was I jealous. You were doing everything I always wanted to do with my life. When I saw the ad in the paper, I knew it was my chance. My opportunity to step into a better life. Now that I’m here, it’s been a dream and a nightmare all at once. Everything is so perfect, like nothing I ever could have imagined. Well, almost everything. There’s one part of the job I’ve come to dread as of late.” 

“What?” Peter said, curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Egon.” 

“I thought you liked working with Egon.” Ray chimed in. 

“I do. That’s just the trouble. I enjoy working with Egon way more than I think Egon enjoys working with me. I’m just so--”

“Crazy about him?” Peter asks. 

“No. No, not ... crazy about him.” 

“Come on, kid. You don’t have to lie to us.” Said Winston. 

“I know. It’s just ... ugh!” You exclaim. “You’re right, Peter. The man drives me crazy alright. One minute I think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way about me that I feel about him. Then he turns around and says something that just reminds me he doesn’t. And today ... oh god, today. I’m so embarrassed. I said something I feel like I really shouldn’t have said and now I’m filled with so much regret about it. I mean, what do I do?” The others exchange a glance. 

“Look, Y/N. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this since the two of you need to figure this out for yourselves but let me just say ... you shouldn’t be so worried.” Ray tells you with a sly smug little smirk. 

“What does that mean?” 

“I think what Ray is trying to say is that Egon has definitely got the hots for you.” Peter explains, reaching out to pat your hand. 

“But, I -- How do you know?” 

“Trust me, we’ve been friends with Egon for a long time. I can tell that something is different about him because of you. He just doesn’t know how to tell you. If you just give him a little encouragement, show him it’s not all in his head, you may be pleasantly surprised by the results.” Ray assures you, maintaining that stupid grin he has on. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” Wow. Does he really like you as much as they say? God, you really hoped so. Before you could put any more thought into it, your phone started going off. Looking down at the screen you saw Egon’s number displayed there. Great. That’s just great.

“Speak of the devil.” You say, excusing yourself to the sidewalk in front of the diner. “Egon? What’s up? Is something wrong?” 

“Y/N-- I-- You--” He was cutting out so you couldn’t understand him. For a second you were sure you heard rock music blasting in the background. That couldn’t be right though. Could it? 

“Egon? I can’t understand you.” 

“Need-- You-- Firehouse-- Right. Now.” Just as you were about to ask what he had said he hung up. Huffing, you headed back inside. 

“Hey guys. I’m really sorry to do this but Egon needs me back at the Firehouse. I’m not sure what’s going on, he was breaking up really bad. I think I should go meet up with him.” 

“No worries. We’ll drive you back.” Ray said, standing and grabbing the keys. Peter slyly takes them from Ray’s hands. 

“You know what, I think I’ll drive this time buddy.” 

“Oh okay. Whatever you say.” With that you all headed back out to the Ecto-1, speeding off in the direction of the Firehouse. When you finally arrive you turn around, thanking them all for helping you before stepping out and heading in through the front doors. They watch you go before heading off again to grab something to eat. 

Once you’re inside you can hear what you now knew to be rock music coming from the direction of the lab. Your brow furrowed as you slowly made your way through the dark Firehouse, unsure of what to expect when you finally went into the lab. Stepping through the door, you see that everything is a mess. There are papers and things strewn about the floor, clearing off nearly all of the work tables. The next thing that catches your eye is Egon. He’s near the back of the room, lying across one of the empty tables. There is a speaker on the floor below which he’s resting his foot on. As soon as you get close enough you can see that he’s got a mostly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Oh no. This couldn’t be a good sign. Not at all. 

“Egon?” You say. As soon as he hears your voice he bolts upright on the table before jumping down and coming unbelievably close to you.

“Ah, Y/N. I’m glad that you’re here. Come sit down with me.” As he says this he turns the music off, pushing the speaker against the wall.

“Okay.” You say skeptically, sitting down on the couch. He takes up residence right next to you, his leg pressed warmly against yours. “What is all this, Egon? Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah! Everything is great. I was just thinking about what you said today. About my little sex experiment. I think we should do it.” 

“What?” 

“You know, with the slime. I think if we had sex together we’d get a very strong positive reaction from the slime. That’s why I called you.” 

“So this is ... a booty call?” You ask, unsure of what else to call it. 

“No, no, no. Of course this isn’t a booty call. You don’t get feelings with a booty call and believe me, I’m all feelings right now.” 

“Oh. Okay.” You weren’t sure if you liked where this was going or not. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of being intimate with Egon but you wanted it to mean more than just some experiment. Plus, he was absolutely stinking drunk which didn’t ease your mind very much. “What kinds of feelings are you feeling right now?” 

“What aren’t I feeling?” He laughs heartily. 

“Okay. Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course. You, darling, can ask me anything you like.” Oh god. Did he just call you darling? You were starting to believe Ray more and more as each minute passed. Maybe he did really like you. If he did though, why did he have to be drunk to act on his feelings then?

“Why are you drunk right now?” 

“Well, I am not exactly the having sex type. Don’t get me wrong, I do love sex. I just haven’t had very much of it. I just needed a little bit of that liquid courage to get me going. I’m only human, after all.” You took in what he was saying. You honestly needed a bit of liquid courage yourself to deal with all this. You took a deep breath. 

“I understand Egon and I’m very glad you’re interested in continuing our research but I think maybe now is not the time.” 

“What do you mean? Now is a perfect time.” 

“I’m kind of tired. I think maybe we should wait. Not to mention I don’t think it would yield any results with you being drunk.” 

“Oh. I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” 

“That’s not like you Egon. You always think things through.” 

“I know I do. Recently, it just seems like I can’t think straight.” 

“Why do you think that is?” You say hopefully. 

“I have a hypothesis but I think I’ll keep this one to myself.” 

“Okay Egon. Why don’t we get you up to bed?” 

“That actually sounds like an excellent course of action.” With that, you put an arm around him to help him off the couch. Once you’re both standing you stagger out of the lab and up the stairs towards the bedroom. You don’t bother helping him change into pajamas. Surely he’s used to sleeping in his clothes by this point. You pull back the covers for him, helping him into the bed. Once he’s down you start to head for the door but he calls out, stopping you.

“Thank you. You mean so much to me. I’m glad you were here tonight.” You can’t help but smile at his thoughtful words. 

“I’m glad I was here too, Egon. Sweet dreams.” You finally make your way back downstairs and catch a cab back to your apartment. When you lay down in your bed, your head is swimming with all manner of thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.

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[esotericfaery]

No Trash in This Tea - An Inside View of the 4B Movement

For those of you confused by or against 4b +, heres a little Q & A style post from one of us, based on the types of issues we notice people complaining about. The “questions” are paraphrased, and the answers are mine. As always, women get slightly more leeway in responding to this, as they get one chance to politely discuss it with me. Only ally men are welcome to respond without being ignored and deleted.

Q. You’re just a bunch of man-haters.

A. Similar to how there are different types of feminism, we’re not all trying to make all women quit all men. I shouldn’t have to say “all” anything, because nothing that anyone says should be dismissed out of hand as an absolute. But it is what it is. 2024 Gonna 2024. Many of us love the certain men in our lives who have proven to be trustworthy; family members and friends we have known for a long time. This quitting of men is in all romantic & sexual ways, and in some cases when possible, during commerce. So for those of you who think this is some sort of cult which convinces people to leave their family and friends, it isn’t. It’s a perfectly reasonable social movement.

~

Q. You just need therapy to address trauma, then you will be normal and want a man again. It’s not normal to want to stay single. It’s unhealthy.

A. No, even though some of us declare 4b (or higher) because of physical trauma, some of us don’t. And even if we have had physical trauma, so what? I’m talking especially to you pick-me women who can’t seem to get it through your thick skulls that we’re not a threat to you. In fact, we’re trying to help you understand the way the world really is, because with you continuing on with men, you need to protect yourselves even more than us. This is about being realistic and about being prepared. This is about awareness, not fear.

The implication that trauma having to do with the movement is wrong, is grape culture. Essentially what you’re saying is, that all women should do is address what they experienced and suddenly, magically, men in general will become wonderful unicorns that we can’t possibly resist. You’re trying to reprogram us back into this fake hollyweird trash that a life without romance is empty. I feel compassion for the other people in your lives. Do you not have the same amount (albeit of a different type) of love for your friends and close family? How does it effect you, that we never want to be with a man again? It actually leaves more of them for you.

I’ve deprogrammed myself from all of the trash about romance being better than anything else, which I was infected with through the media, and now I’m not attracted to men at all anymore. The crushes I had on actors have disappeared. I’ve been asked on several dates since, and didn’t even feel tempted, though I recognized visually that both men were good-looking. So logically, yes some women can be celibate. I recently was celibate for 7 years, so I know I can do it again, permanently. Especially with the huge weight off my shoulders when I made the final decision. It’s great to have all of my time for the things I enjoy more than the tedium of dating; school, hobbies, friends.

~

Q. What about kids? Don’t you want them? Every woman wants kids. You’ll regret it if you don’t have any.

I’d been programmed to think that it’s every woman’s duty to have kids. There was a time where I thought I wanted them. Now I’m glad that I didn’t have them, because even though as my loved ones say I would make a great mother, they take a lot of time and dedication which I’m not willing to give. That doesn’t make me selfish. This is my life and these are my decisions. On top of that, as equally valid is how we’re helping to put a stop to the epidemic of unwanted children, and we’re helping with overpopulation. Why would you even expect someone who doesn’t want kids to have them? This sounds like a projection; do you resent having kids? If so, that’s sad for them. Every child deserves parents who want them.

~

Q. You’re jealous because you can’t get someone as hot as my man.

A. You have internalized misogyny to address. Rather than attacking women for having been harassed and abused by men, and having chosen to take our lives back for us, look within. And look at your relationship. A woman who is secure in her relationship with a good man (yes, I know good men exist) would not react the way you are.

~

Q. Why are you 4b?

Because as this is my life, I get to make my own decisions. I don’t have to justify my lifestyle to anyone, but I choose to, with the goal of helping other women to be brave in expressing what they need, regardless of their lifestyle.

Like all women, I’ve been sexually harassed multiple times throughout my life. I’ve dated some men who seemed ok, but we stopped seeing each other due to just not feeling it anymore, or because of philosophical differences. My few long-term relationships involved men who started out seeming as if they were good people, and devolved into gaslighting. I decided that men are not worth the effort. Some of them are worth it for other women, but I identified enough of a pattern to understand the path that’s meant for me.

My toxic trait was staying in those unhealthy dynamics and allowing myself to be abused. So I quit, forgave myself, and have taken my life back for me.

~

Q. You’re all a bunch of miserable, fat, ugly cat ladies. No one wants you anyway.

A.

~

I hope that if you were triggered by this, whether or not you’re a woman or a man, that triggering leads to understanding, respect and compassion for all types of people who are not doing anything to hurt others.

I also hope you got the joke of the last “question”. Stay safe, happy, loving and loved.

Love, A 44-year old happily, permanently celibate woman from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

[tikiface]

Since someone went and opened my fucking pandoras box of Potemkin Headcanons: MORE

Potemkin spends a lot of downtime in Zepps public parks either painting or enjoying nature, and he is a bit like a Disney princess in that he stays so still that the wildlife tends to perch or hide on him like he's a weirdly shaped tree. He's very slow, patient, and mindful, and rarely scares animals away with his movements.

He's very popular with the elderly Zeppian citizens that visit him in the parks because he is a consistent presence and enjoy how well-mannered he is. He frequently gets gifts like handmade items and baked goods from them, and they check in on what he’s painting.

Gabriel sometimes has to remind Potemkin to take more time off. He's just way too eager to keep working or even shoulder the workload of other people simply because knows he can do the work of 10 men by himself pretty easily. Has a tendency to overbook himself without thinking. Why send 20 men when he can do it himself? Gabriel has to remind him that just because he can do certain things with ease because of his gift, it doesn’t mean its his job to always be the one to do it.

Gabriel has planned and fashioned Zepps headquarters and newer public infrastructure to accommodate for Potemkins size, Like larger doors, higher ceilings, and sturdier seats in places he frequents. This also lead to more extensive accessibility infrastructure for the elderly, deaf, blind, etc as well.

Potemkins house is comically huge on the inside. everything he owns is huge to the point of being unusable to normal people, though he still insists on having tiny furniture for guests. He enjoys actually being able to cook for himself though.

He has a set of Zepp-forged unbreakable tungsten artists tools given to him by Gabriel after he became president. They are some of his most prized possessions, mostly because they are some of the first things Gabriel went out of his way to make accessible for him.

Some darker HCs

Potemkin has personally witnessed a bomb collar go off on a fellow slave trying to defect at least once. This one is vaguely hinted at by Bedmans Theatre of Pain in Xrd where he reacts by saying "Wait, Don't go! It'll explode!"

Potemkin has only been free for around 8 of the 41-ish years he's been alive. (Time between GG and Strive being 7-8 years. Apparently the only thing close to a canonical age for Pot was some beta concept page putting him at 34 in the first game.) So it's no wonder he still adjusting and has severe self worth issues.

I like to think Gabriel is between 10-20 years older than Pot. Old enough to have been in a commanding position while Pot was still a kid.

Pots limiters are actually embedded in him and at this point, are required for him to survive. Releasing them for any amount of time allows him to use his full strength but is incredibly bad for his health in the long-term.

He has to eat so fucking much just to stay calorie-neutral. He burns energy like a diesel truck and can very easily begin to starve if he's not in an environment of abundance.

He has an over-apology habit from when he had less control over his strength and accidentally broke a lot of stuff. Even worse, he has trauma from accidentally harming undeserving living beings. He treats others with extreme mindfulness and a feather-light gentleness, but to this day it still takes a huge mental toll and it exhausts him having to constantly by hyper-aware of himself for too long. This along with his introverted nature leads him to need a lot of alone time.

He feels oddly comforted by the fact that Gabriel is strong enough to easily fold him. The one person in his day-to day life he doesn’t have to worry about hurting. Someone he admires and actually challenges him.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Little Miracle

Kisame x Child! Reader

I know I write a lot of family stuff, from kids to siblings but I just find it cute. The kind of bond a man can form with his child, regardless of blood. It helps me get out certain ideas and work up inspiration for other things. Can you tell I have family issues yet?

The blue man was walking quietly through the woods, he had returned to the base after a long mission and wanted to take a dip in his favorite lake. It was somewhat near the base but just far enough in the woods to be hidden from anyone following any trail, the male actually greatly enjoyed his alone time. Though when he arrived, he noticed something was different, there was a basket floating on the water. It looked to have been there a bit, but strangely hadn't sunk. As he got closer, he heard soft whining, making him rush more than he was willing to admit. He stripped off his cloak and jumped in, once close enough he drug the basket to the edge of the lake and set it down on land before getting out.

Moving the damp blanket off the basket, he spotted a tiny infant inside. It was wrapped in a pink blanket, so he assumed it was a little girl, her skin was incredibly pale, and her lips had begun to turn blue. He became somewhat aware that her blanket was slightly damp. She was frail and underweight, and for some reason this pissed him off to no end. Sure, he could be blood thirsty, and yes, he has killed A LOT of people. But this was a baby, abandoned to suffer and die in this lake. He was fast to stand and lift the baby quickly, grabbing his cloak the shark man wrapped her up in it and rushed back to the base. He had come in right before a meeting it seemed, meaning everyone was sitting around in the living room. Konan was the first to notice the infant and stood from her spot, seeming alarmed by his appearance and sudden barging in. "Kisame? What's wrong?..." She and Pein approached him, watching as he adjusted his arms to show them the baby girl much more clearly. "I found her floating on the lake..." Konan seemed astonished as she looked at the baby, gently taking her from him and cradling her close. "Poor thing..." She looked to Pein pleadingly, the ginger male gave her a blank look as her eyes remained locked with his. "Fine... We can keep her... Itachi we have a mission for you." He had turned to the male immediately as he spoke in an exacerbated tone, making the weasel roll his eyes. Everyone knew Itachi had practically raised Sasuke, so it was logical he'd be the one sent out to get the things they would likely need.

                 🍼3 Months Later🍼

It had been 3 months since little (Y/N) came into the Akatsuki, Kisame had stepped up as her guardian immediately. Of course, Itachi had been having to teach him how to care for the child, but the shark man didn't mind the work as it was surprisingly taxing and reminded him how long it had been since someone had tested his endurance. (Y/N) loved him like no other, always smiling and giggling when he was around. He had honestly enjoyed it, (Y/N) loved him unconditionally no matter what he did or looked like. Right now, the large man was holding her close to his chest, he was simply wandering around the base in his Pj pants and tank top. It was late at night, and he was trying to put (Y/N) back to sleep, this had become a midnight constant. He was tired but patient, he was a night owl anyways and probably would have just gone out to the lake for a swim if she had stayed asleep.

The other's had surprisingly taken to the little girl, Kakuzu had even taken to bringing her little gifts on his way back from missions. Pein was fine with it because thanks to the little girl teamwork among the organization had increased, thus increasing productivity and income. He grinned as he looked down to see her eyes drifting to a close, one large hand reached up and stroked her cheek gently. "Heh... Our little miracle..."

                   🍡5 Years Later🍡

"Daddy!" Kisame had looked up with a grin, he and Itachi had been away for a week on a mission, and he had missed his little girl. They had been on the trail back to the base, the boulder in front was already in view and so was his little girl. He had stopped, quickly kneeling down and opening his arms. (Y/N)'s smile only widened as she ran right into his embrace, as he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him like a baby koala. "Welcome home daddy." He grinned as she cuddled into him, his footsteps lulling the little girl into sleep before they even made it back to the boulder. "I'm glad to be home... My little Miracle..."

[sweetlummie]

Rainbow

Joel Miller x fem!reader

A/n: Hello all, I’m not doing too good so here’s a little something I wrote to comfort myself I suppose. Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! Btw this story was made with both game and show Joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: depressing stuff and a little bit of suicidal/death thoughts (if you’re struggling with these thoughts and think you might be a danger to yourself please reach out and get help. You’re not alone and you are loved 💗)

W/c: 1k+

* ・‥…━━━━━━━ *˖◛⁺♡ ━━━━━━━…‥・

Stillness. Silence. You laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You weren’t quite sure what you were feeling. You felt nothing. You couldn’t even find joy in the things you loved to do anymore. You couldn’t find it in you to interact with anyone either. You just disappeared. “I don’t belong here.” You often thought. You were certain no one would care if you just stopped, if you just left, if you just died. You felt your life as you knew it was insignificant and meaningless. Everyone else in the settlement seemed to be having fun, seemed to enjoy their life despite the horrors outside the walls. You should be more grateful that you found a safe place, you found somewhere to live a somewhat normal life in the apocalypse but you weren’t. You wished you weren’t here. The monotony of your life was suffocating your every fiber. When mornings would come you stayed in bed later than usual. You’ve let your responsibilities slip away from you as you simply didn’t care anymore. Maria would come to your house, you looked disheveled in a dirty oversized sweater and some tattered sweatpants. Your hair wild and greasy from lack of care. At first she was gonna scold you for being irresponsible but she took one look at you and just felt bad for you. The scolding words dying on her lips as she noticed the lackluster look in your eyes. You just looked dead.

A few more days pass and there’s a knock on your door. Sighing you willed yourself to get up and open it. Your eyes widen when you see who was standing on the other side. No one other than Joel Miller himself. You haven’t really spoken much to him, you both have been patrol partners once or twice and you volunteered at the school his kid attended often, helping them out in the library. Ellie became a close friend of yours as you had similar interests and hobbies. Joel himself was quite fond of you. You were a quiet girl yet you were such a spitfire. You never let anyone, even himself, boss you around or treat you badly. He liked that about you, you carried yourself well. So seeing you like this, broken and hopeless really surprised him.

“Hey sweetheart..” Joel gave you a small smile, he held a tub of something you couldn’t make out in his hands. “Oh- hey Joel.” You returned the smile and stepped aside. “Come in, what can I do for you?” You said as he made his way inside your house. He took a look around. A little messy, yet cozy. He wasn’t being judgemental because he knew you were going through a rough time. This whole visit came about when Ellie asked if he’s seen you, when he shook his head, the girl expressed her concern about how you essentially went missing for a few days that no one has seen you except Maria but she said you weren’t doing too well. He wasn’t one for caring about other people that weren’t his brother or Ellie but for some reason he felt worried about you, he felt compelled to check up on you.

“Jus’ wanted to see how ya were doin’.. uh I brought some cookies me and the kid made together.. nothin’ too special.” Joel said as walked into your kitchen, setting them down on the counter. You chuckled for the first time since your depressive episode. “You? Baking? Wow, color me impressed. You wanna take a seat and have some milk and cookies with me?” Joel laughed. The request was so innocent and truth be told, just seeing you, Joel would do whatever to spend more time with you. “Sure.” Joel replied as he took a seat.

You prepared the milk and brought it to him, placing it on the table along with your own. You went back to get the cookies from the counter and you set it between the both of you. You picked up a cookie and dunked it in your milk. Taking a bite, your eyes light up. “Woah- Joel these are amazing!!!” Joel smiles as he takes a cookie for himself and eats it. “Thanks, I take full credit- Ellie jus’ preheated the oven and mixed some ingredients. She got tired easily.” You laughed, you were really enjoying his company and his presence. Just this one visit alone made you feel so much better.

“So.. ya haven’t been around lately.. Ellie and I are really worried ‘bout ya darlin’. Everything okay?” Joel asked as he looked at your face, you averted your gaze to your hands. You were tapping your foot on the ground as for some reason you grew nervous. You weren’t used to anyone asking if you were okay, no one really cared about you. Why did he and his daughter care? “Uh yeah. I’m all good, don't worry..” Joel could immediately tell you were lying. “Darlin’.. it’s okay.. y’know you can talk to me right? I may not be good at givin’ advice or be any good at any of this emotional stuff but I’ll listen to whatever you need to get off your chest..”

Joel was honestly surprising you. You never expected him to be here let alone asking you to talk about your emotions. What strange times. You nodded as you both ate your cookies. Perhaps you wouldn’t tell him now what was wrong since it’s a whole lot of trauma you have to unpack and you don’t want to frighten the poor man. But the mere fact that Joel was in your house offering you emotional support and delicious baked goods warmed your heart and made you think that maybe there are people who care about you. People who would be affected if something were to happen to you. If there was anything you learned today was that in your bleak, gray life there were still slivers of rainbows in the form of people like Joel and Ellie who valued you more than anyone else did in your life.

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[functioningtrashcan]

Rearranging Canon

I was thinking, what would've happened if Miguel tried to intercept Miles before Spot got to him? What if Miguel knew not to trust Gwen or Jess to deal with 1610? He seems like the type of guy to subscribe to the "if you want something right, you gotta do it yourself" mentality. So, here's an au I made (at least, I haven't seen any fics with this premise yet)

This is just a preview of something I've been thinking about a lot. Hope you guys enjoy

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"Sooooooo, uh, Macho Libre sir... when do I start?"

The child standing next to him was still shaking, costume torn and hair singed. Her grin was plastered on, breath quick as she tried to ease the mounting tension in the room. He could hear how fast her heart was still beating nearly 40 minutes after leaving her home universe behind.

"Start what, exactly?"

"I- you know. Spider.. society... stuff?"

It took everything in Miguel not to glare at Gwen from his spot across the table from her. She stayed silent the whole time it took them to walk from the portal to the cafeteria, and now she's biting the inside of her cheek like she needs to move on from this as quickly as possible.

"You're not doing any 'Spider Society' stuff right now." Miguel kept his tone as firm as he could without sounding angry at her. He was angry, just not at her. She was just a kid, after all. Super-powered kid or not, she couldn't brush off watching her own family - her own father - point a gun at her with intentions to shoot. It made his blood run hot and cold at the same time. What type of man would do that to his own daughter?

Gwen herself barely picked at the food in front of her. Miguel kept his eyes trained on the half eaten plate of empanadas in front of him, but he could still sense her eyes peering holes into him.

"Whatever you're thinking, no."

"I- "

"First rule of Spider Society," Miguel started, standing up, "is to listen when I ask you to do something."

He must've raised his voice, because Gwen flinched before he got to the end of his sentence. Shock, if only he knew a better way to connect with the skiddish thing immediately after such a traumatic event.

"Please, no worrying about any missions right now." Miguel softened his voice. "Jess prepared your room for you. Go."

Silently, Gwen slipped off out the door and down the same hallway they came. Miguel sat back down, sinking his head into his hands.

"Lyla."

The little hologram glitched into existence.

<You okay, bossman?>

"How much more time before the prediction?"

<Models suggest 7 months, 15 days, and 43 minutes.>

Already running out of time. Great. There was now less than a year before the original anomaly was set to destroy the multiverse, and nearly all of the spiders who came with it. No matter what he tried to do, Miguel couldn't figure out the catalyst. Something big happened after that collider went off, something bigger than a new Spiderman in a world where a new Spiderman shouldn't be. Whatever it was, he had no choice but to stop it from happening.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. 7 months. That's all he had to figure it out. None of his teams were any closer to getting it, and now that Gwen was here, Miguel was almost certain that he had to figure it out. Before the multiverse collapsed, before the anomaly was set loose on them all, but most importantly, before Gwen caught wind of who the anomaly was.

Gwen's plate still stared at him from across the table.

Every force was working against him, it felt like. How was he supposed to fix everything if he couldn't even talk to one kid properly?

Kids. It's always kids. It's always-

"Miguel! Hey Migs! Miggy!"

Miguel scrubbed his face with his hand. A bumbling idiot in a pink robe slid into the seat next to him.

Nevermind, he would rather the emotional conversations with the traumatized kid.

"Hey Migs, I've got some exciting news-"

"Make it quick, Parker."

"Oh come on, you always say that."

"I always mean it."

"You're no fun anymore." Peter B Parker groaned at Miguel, casually draping an arm over his stiff shoulders. "What's up with that? You're the only Spider here with no sense of humor, and it's like you've gotten worse!" He grinned, scrubbing his knuckles into Miguel's scalp. Miguel swatted at his arm.

"You have three seconds."

"Yeesh, alright, alright." Peter took the hint and slid off. "Wanna hear some good news?"

"No."

"So MJ just got back from a doctor's appointment - for the baby, remember?" Peter continued. "The baby's coming soon and they were just checking to see if she was healthy and what's going on, that kinda thing." He took an empanada from Miguel's plate and bit into it sloppily. "Kid's already gonna be the best thing ever, I can tell. I feel like such a dad already."

"Uh huh, wow." Miguel really couldn't care less right now.

"Y'know, I think a kid would really suit you-"

Miguel shot him a glare.

"....not that I'm saying that you should replace your daughter, but you should really do something else with your time!" Peter chuckled nervously. "Kids are so healing."

"You're not a dad yet."

"I will be in a few weeks! I'm tellin' ya, I never thought I would enjoy baby shopping as much as I do."

Miguel sighed heavily out of his nose.

"I'm trying to figure out a way to deal with the anomaly, Parker."

Now it was Peter's turn to look serious.

"Don't tell me you're gonna hurt the kid, are you?"

"No. Of course not." Not unless it ended up being necessary.

"Because he really isn't that bad- I'm sure he doesn't even know his world is a problem. And hey, you gotta cut him some slack," Peter shook Miguel's shoulders slightly, trying to wring some lightheartedness out of him. "He had a terrible teacher."

"Absolutely horrible, you're right." Miguel deadpanned.

"I know!" Peter laughed. "I did the best I could with him. He was like a practice kid, almost."

"He deserves a better teacher."

"I mean- hey, woah," Peter put his hands up in mock offense. Miguel quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm right."

"I wasn't so bad. I got him on his feet, and-" Peter kept babbling on. Whatever this story was about the ill-fitting costume and the failed web-swinging tutorial, Miguel heard it a million times. He couldn't be bothered to listen so closely, and instead, his mind lingered on something new.

He deserves a better teacher.

That could be it. That could be the answer Miguel's been looking for.

Miguel stood up again, nearly knocking over the table and Peter.

"Woah, Mig-"

Miguel roughly pulled Peter up from his seat and clapped him on the back.

"For once, you were useful."

"My stories?" Peter was confused, but Miguel was already halfway across the room.

"Tell the others I'll be out for a while. You're in charge of watching Gwen. Tell Jess that assigning teams to catch anomalies is her job now."

"So I don't get a fancy job now?" Peter jogged up to Miguel, obnoxious story forgotten. "Where are you going?"

"Earth-1610." Miguel replied simply. "I'm going to give the kid a better mentor."

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And scene! Lemme know if I should finish this au

(Also, I've never posted fanfiction here before. If you guys have any formatting tips, help a trash can out)

[garfield420]

Lost Time (Part One)

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

AN: wanted to make a small fic inspired by a dream i had a some time ago that i can't get off my mind

It had been three years since Midoriya Izuku passed, and since then you had never dared step foot inside that house. Things would change however when you receive a certain request from the boys mother asking you to house-sit while she was in the hospital. You couldn't refuse her.

warnings: angst, noquirkau, ghosts, slight yandere in a later part, implied suicide, bullying mention, definitely ooc but idc, also not proof read but idc

You got out of your car, taking in the fresh air and the view of cloudy Fall. The orange and brown colors ordain the yard of the house you're staring at as you feel an emotional sensation twirl in your stomach. It's been some time since you've been here, given the last time you were inside that home your childhood friend was still alive. He was more than a friend to you, but you always found it easier to describe him as a your friend as opposed to a 'highschool sweetheart' given the short time you two held with each other.

You continuously stare at the house, knowing full well you'll have to go in soon. You came back to the area recently to help Inko, Izuku's mom, with housesitting while she was away sick, she was recently hospitalized and so she needed someone to housesit in the meantime. You two bonded well after his death, finding solace in being with someone who also carried that unforgettable burden on the heart.

You sighed before going to the back of your car to open the trunk revealing a black luggage case that had all your clothes and belongings in it. You were supposedly staying for a few days until Inko recovered enough to be released so you packed enough clothes to last you for about 3 days. You grabbed your luggage out the trunk and closed the trunk before bringing it to the front of the door.

According to Inko she mentioned that she would be leaving a key behind one of the potted plants, which enough quick searching you find it soon enough. Taking the key you unlock the door and open it. As you step inside you take in the familiar but now distant view of the house, you can't tell if it's the grief or the nostalgia that's making the house look less vibrant and joyful it used to be. The pang you feel in your gut as you stand at the doorway is one you were half-heartedly expecting, but were hoping to avoid. You look at the walls and notice the lack of pictures there used to be when you were younger as you recall a conversation she had with you where she mentioned her therapist recommended she make photo albums instead to help handle the grief better.

You close the door and stand there for a moment, you recall bittersweet memories of Izuku and you when you were kids.

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Izuku and you sat in front of the TV playing games, a bit too close for Inko's taste but she let you both just enjoy the day. Your mom dropped you off since she had other things to tend to that day, and found it better to let you play with your friend than to hand you off to some random babysitter.

You were playing some kind of racer game, the name that's been lost to you, and you two were taking turns to play it together since Izuku only had one controller. You both were aiming to get first place since the spot had eluded the both of you so far, yet the closest you both seemed to get to was second place.

Izuku sputtered out some noises, once again landing in second place, "The game has to be cheating! This isn't fair...!" he said with a flair of frustration. You reached over to grab the controller, and he reluctantly handed it to you with a pout, as he wanted to go again. You noticed this and a grand idea had popped into your mind.

"Why don't we share? I take this side of the controller and you take the other." You proposed the idea, figuring that maybe if you two put your best skills together in the game that you both can get first. Izuku face changed as he began to think about the offer, before turning to a smile.

"Okay, I'll take the left side of the controller and you get the right, does that sound good?" He offered, as you nodded with a smile. You moved in close to sit right next to Izuku, you both flush next to each other. He froze for a moment, surprised by the contact, but regained himself and you both split the controller. It was awkward handling the controller but you both got used to it. Next thing you know...

"We did it!!!" You cheered, both your faces brimming with elation. Izuku hugged you in joy and you hugged him back. Your face felt warm and you were happy.

You were happy.

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Tears welled at your eyes as you breathe in the painful nostalgia, you know you should be happy about the time you two got to spend together but another part laments what could have been. Where would you be now if two different strands of fate melded into each other? Would you be happier? Or would you still be as miserable as you feel now?

Your internal ruminations are halted by your stomach growling, realizing that you didn't eat when you left this morning for the four hour drive here. You recalled Inko told you she had some leftovers and other food in the fridge you could help yourself to. You wipe your eyes of the small beads that collected in the corners of your eyes. You recall where the kitchen was and leave your luggage by the front door since you want to eat before you unpack.

She offered to pay for your stay, but you declined since you figured it had been some time since you left this place for schooling. After Izuku's passing, you wrote this entire city off in act of resentment. The only good thing around here is your family and Inko, who you cherish like family. To you, she is the kindest woman you have ever known, and the least deserving of what had happened. She felt bad about you staying since she knew how you felt about everything surrounding his death. You two had met up occasionally for lunch in that time following, you even jokingly refer to her as your second mom since she practically co-raised you when you were young.

Entering the kitchen, you hit the lights in the kitchen, deciding the grey ambience from outside was too much for your worn heart to handle. Warm lights grace you and your mood immediately eases, funny how light can alter your mood so much. You beeline for the fridge, beginning to feel the crushing hunger on you. You grab the first thing of left overs that catches your eye and place it on the counter. Before you go to close the fridge door you feel a strong cold sensation in front of you that sends shivers down your back. You blink for a moment before writing the cold off as coming from the fridge.

You close the fridge and go to nuke the leftovers in the microwave, feeling the sudden exhaustion of the long drive. Realizing you hadn't even taken your coat off, you do so quickly and toss it on one of the vacant chairs in the kitchen. You rub your face and stretch to try and put a little bit more energy into yourself, finding no success in the matter. You yawn as you go back to stare at your food rotating in the microwave, feeling the slowness of time.

Suddenly the sounds of a soft guitar fill the room, as your phone begins ringing. You pull your phone out of your pocket and instantly recognize the caller ID, you waste no time picking up. Setting the phone to speaker phone and placing it on the counter, you answer.

"Hey, Mom Two!" you respond in a cheerful tone.

"Hello, (Y/N)." she responds in a happy but groggy fashion, reminding you again that she's in the hospital.

"How's everything going on with you at the hospital? Nothing too bad I hope."

"Oh I'll be fine I'm sure, the doctor's just want to run a few tests and make sure I'm well and rested up."

You smile as the microwave goes off, you ignore it in favor of the conversation.

"That's good at least, last thing we need you rushing out of the hospital and breaking a hip!" You joke as she laughs in return.

"Hey, I'm that old! You never know, once I'm all healed up I might be more spry than you!" She joked in return as you chuckled. "Did you make it to the house?" She asked, as you feel your smile begin to drop.

"Oh yeah, just got here in fact. I haven't unpacked yet though. How long do you think you'll be in the hospital anyways." You respond in a false cheery tone, hoping to change the conversation. This doesn't go completely unnoticed by Inko.

"Doctor's estimated in three days, hopefully I'll get discharged in two." There's a short silence before Inko follows up with a question. "How's the house? I know it's been a while since you've been inside so I want to make sure you're fine." She said with a slight concern for you in her voice. You wanted to run from the conversation, you weren't ready to talk about this yet.

"Oh it's fine. Actually Inko, I just heated some food up and I'm really tired and I also have to unpack, so how about I call you later tonight or tomorrow?" You quickly try to dodge the conversation, this also doesn't go unnoticed by Inko.

"Alright... but if you have any issues call me, okay? And if you need to leave I completely understand, just let me know okay?"

"Yes Inko, I'll call you later." You hang up the phone, and swallow your emotions. You'll have to apologize to her later, but talking about it will just bring out a lot that you're not ready for.

You grab your leftovers and take them with you to the couch. You're sure you'd be scolded for this but you need to sit down and relax, in front of you sits the living room TV and a coffee table littered with miscellaneous trinkets. You reach for the remote to turn the TV on to fill the silence in the room with something other than your thoughts.

You flip over to some random trashy reality TV, you didn't care what it was, as long as it drowned your thoughts in a lake of silence. You shove a mouthful of food into you as you barely focus on the uninspired drivel displayed in front of you. You take delight in the food, you'll definitely have to send your regards to Inko when she comes back. She was always a good cook, although you'd never say it, you sometimes felt she was an even better cook then your mother.

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"Ms. Midoriya, what foods does Izuku like?" You asked, looking up at Inko.

"Why do you ask?" Inko asked, a glimmer of curiosity shining in her eyes. You shuffle awkwardly, thinking of a way to explain away your intentions. You and Izuku had just started middle school, and you don't want to lie to her about your intentions, but you're not sure if it's your place you talk about it.

"Just curious is all." You lied, feeling light guilt burden itself on your shoulders. You wanted her to know, but you didn't know if it was appropriate to tell her. You merely swallow your feelings on the matter.

Inko looks at you for a moment, taking notice of your awkward demeanor and the way you're having difficulty looking at her.

"Izuku really likes Katsudon." She responded with a comforting smile, you felt relieved she wasn't going to grill you for more details. You didn't know if it was okay to tell her kids at school were bullying Izuku and destroying his lunches. You felt bad for him, and you wanted to help him by making him lunches, that way he could still eat. He'd never ask for help, he was always worried about burdening others with his problems.

"How do you make katsudon? Can you teach me?" Determined to help Izuku any way you could, you decided this could be the best method without making him feel like he's a burden on you. Inko nodded. and that day you learn how to cook Izuku's favorite food.

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You quickly scarf the food down as your stomach reminds you why you're eating in the first place, and once you finish you lazily place the leftovers on the coffee table before you. You try to focus your attention to the TV, trying to ignore the fact of your situation and that you still need to unpack, but you fail miserably. All you could think about was when you two were younger and the innocent bliss that came with it.

Your eyes began to tear up.

You felt a strong pit in your throat, rife with emotion. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You choked out a small sob as you covered your face with your hands, breaking down from the grief. You felt the swirling emotions of anger, a sense of loss, loneliness, and most importantly; sadness.

It wasn't fair! Izuku was the kindest boy you ever knew, so why him? Why was he the punching bag for all the other kids? No reasonable conclusion could come to your mind other than all the other kids were awful, reminding you of the vitriol you felt when he died. You remember screaming in anger, threatening to beat up the other kids, you cursed them; hoping one day they'll be forced to feel the grief they made you endure. One thought popped out the most, the one that hurt and broke you the most;

Why weren't you enough to convince him to stay?

You let out a loud sob as you curl inwards to the couch, wishing you were being comforted. For the past three years you've been forced to face that gnawing emptiness as you try to deny it's existence in you, some days you find peace with it; and then there are days like today. You cried into the couch cushions for some time trying to find some comforting solution to your suffering; only leaving you with cuts on your fingers tugging at empty fishing lines from a lake of grief.

Soon enough you felt yourself grow tired from all the weeping, calming down as you lay on the couch. You felt another cold sensation hit you, and you cuddle further into a couch, too heartbroken to fetch a blanket. You close your eyes, and feel the overwhelming exhaustion hit you again. You can wait on unpacking your luggage, you wanted- no, needed rest. This can all wait for tonight, as you just want your brain to be silent for a moment.

Thus in that moment, you felt yourself drift off into a sleep, unaware of the other presence lurking in the house.