#weren't you good enough? even then when you were safe and happy and coated in sugar and flour? weren't you good enough to save him?

[faebriel]

today thinking about my favourite headcanon: wilbur Definitely smoked as a stress release during l'manberg and niki absolutely didn't know a bar of it until pogtopia

[mmywanda]

Pretty When You Sleep — W.M

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Pairing: Dark!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nights are lot more dangerous than you think.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, drugging, blood, murder, stalking, mentions of a knives, strap-on.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: This is a dark fic, if you find any of the warnings triggering, please do not read. Happy Halloween! men & minors dni.

Beta read by @poulengp <3

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It started off small.

All the shoes you left in a mess by the door now neatly stacked up, laces undone, just so they were easier to slip on. The lamp you'd accidently leave on before falling asleep, being off when you woke up in the morning. Clothes that were dumped on the floor, suddenly folded up in your drawer.

Then it got weirder.

Your purse being filled with fifty dollar bills on the mornings you worried you wouldn't have enough to afford your groceries. Some of your clothes, specifically underwear, going missing. Your phone being in the other room when you woke up. Waking up with different pyjama bottoms on.

As it got worse, you found yourself confiding in your friend. Well, a little more than a friend, but the two of you had never labelled it. The two of you sat in the corner of a local cafe, coffee warming up your hands. It was a cool autumn day, causing you to wrap up in a scarf and fluffy coat. This crimson coloured scarf had suddenly appeared in your closet, right when you needed it. It should have been wrong to wear something that had inexplicably appeared in your home, but it was cold, and what else were you to do?

"It's just getting weird. Even the leftovers in my fridge that were about to be mouldy are being thrown away. I see it in my garbage bag. And you know me, I don't even throw it out until it's literally gone blue."

Erin laughed, "You're quite careless. And disgusting." Yes, you were, but that wasn't the point!

"Shush. I'm actually worried here. I'm starting to think.. no.. no one can be breaking into my apartment every night, I'd wake up and hear them. God, I think I'm going mad." You mumbled, hand gripping tightly around the coffee mug. It reminded you of the time you'd left a cold cup of tea on the side, and had fallen asleep. When you woke up an hour later, the cup was hot, as if it had just been warmed up again.

"You've added another lock to your door, you don't even have a spare key for it. It's impossible for someone to break in. And you live on the top floor. Honey, you've been exhausted recently, it's not uncommon for people to get forgetful. You probably did those things while sleepy." Erin reassured you, placing a hand over yours.

You sighed deeply, downing the last drops of drink you had left, Erin doing the same. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's just.. strange."

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As you entered your apartment late at night, instead of throwing your keys carelessly on a table, you decided to tuck them in the nightstand by your bed. Just to be safe, even if it was just for your own peace of mind. You jumped into the shower, cracking open the window so the steam could be let out. You lived on the top floor of your block, no one could look in, which was always a good thing because your bathroom got very steamy, recently the ceiling paper even curling at the side from the condensation. Making a mental note to look up the prices for someone to redecorate.

You really needed a shower today, you and Erin had gotten a little.. excited earlier, and it always made you cringe not showering before bed after an evening of sex. Under the warm water, you hummed a song you'd had stuck in your head all day. It was a song you didn't even recognise, in fact you weren't even sure you'd heard it before. All you knew was that it was in a different language, and it was comforting.

Once clean, you felt overwhelmingly tired, it had been a long day, so you decided to go straight to bed after having your usual cup of camomile tea, with two spoons of sugar. Then you got into bed. Before you could doze off though, you decided to read for a bit, opening up your latest novel of your favourite author. It can't have been too exciting though, because you fell asleep before the first chapter was over.

When dawn broke, the early sun breaking through cracks in your window, you stirred, blinking a few times. Something felt strange, like every morning for the past few months. You felt a stickiness between your thighs, and your pyjama bottoms were definitely not the ones you fell asleep in. You stared down at the light blue shorts, eyebrows furrowed. Were you a sleepwalker? No, your past roommates would have told you. Maybe you'd had a really good dream and just forgotten it? Fuck, this was weird.

Deciding there was nothing you could really do about the situation, you got up, opting to take another shower to get rid of the icky feeling.

It was when you were munching on your chocolate flavoured cereal that you heard your phone ping. Automatically, you put your spoon down, picking up the device you so heavily relied upon. It was a text from an unknown number, causing you to frown. Opening it, you saw there was a picture attached to the text. And when you examined it, your blood ran cold.

It was a picture of you, naked in bed. Your body spread out, intimate area completely exposed.

"What the fuck?" You whispered, reading what had come with it.

Unknown number: Three orgasms in one night, that's your record so far.

You didn't know what to think— someone had.. touched you while you were asleep? They broke in and did this to you? You shivered in fear, your shaky hands typing out a response before you could even think about what the police would say if you went to them; to not engage with a dangerous person.

You: Who the fuck is this?

There was no reply. Not when you left for work, not when you arrived home in the evening.

You were rigid with fear. A sensible person would have called the police, or at least called someone like Erin, asked to stay over, but you just couldn't. Every time you were about to dial a number, something inside you made you stop. You couldn't explain it.

So here you were, sat bolt upright on your couch. It was around eleven, and your eyes were growing heavy. Your camomile tea mug now empty, you blinked a few times, just aching to lay down and rest. No, you had to stay up! You had to see who had been breaking into your home. But.. you were so tired, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over you. Your eyes closed slowly, slumping down and falling into a deep sleep.

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The next morning the first thing you did was check your phone, seeing if the stranger had replied, and they had. Two images attached to a message. And what you saw horrified you. The first picture, one of you in bed, with a.. strap-on, buried inside you. It made you feel sick, that someone had done this to you unwillingly. Though the expression on your face, clearly asleep but pleasure in your features. You could even see your own arousal dripping down the toy.

The second image quite literally made you throw up, You ran to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl as the picture burned in your mind. It had been someone laying on a floor, covered in blood, a knife wedged in their chest.

You had to go to the police. There was no choice now. For some reason, you looked back at the picture, and your mouth dropped open. That someone was a familiar.

It was Erin.

You just knew, it was her jacket, her brown eyes wide open in fear, her blue dyed hair drenched in her own blood. It caused you to throw up again.

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"I—I think my best friend has been murdered."

You whispered in a shaky voice to a police officer who had sat you down in a cold grey room. After seeing what you'd been sent, not even reading the message that had come with it, you rushed down to the local police station, practically screaming for someone to talk to.

"Why do you suspect this?" He asked in a gruff voice. He didn't seem to be all that serious about the situation, upsetting you even further.

"I've got pictures! And texts!" Your fingers fumbled around your pocket to retrieve your phone, opening your messages app.

It wasn't there.

"So?" The officer prompted, clearly unimpressed.

"It was.. it was right here.." You mumbled, opening every contact you had in case it had magically gotten messed up.

But no, the messages had vanished.

"Look, lady, I think you should go home and get some rest. You look tired. Our minds make things up when we're lacking sleep."

"But—"

"Listen, if something happens, come back in. But for now, you're making empty claims."

Hanging your head down dejectedly, you fought back tears. You knew Erin was dead. You just knew it.

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Tonight you weren't going to fall asleep. Just to make sure, you downed two mugs of strong coffee instead of your tea. You hated it, but you couldn't risk falling asleep. The intruder— the murderer, was going to break in, you were sure.

The time ticked on. Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, one o'clock..

Until your phone buzzed. Dread washed over you. There was no one else who would be making your phone light up at this time of night.

Unknown number: How am I meant to enjoy you when you don't have your tea? You look so pretty when you sleep.

This confused you. Why would they be concerned about what beverage you were drinking? You typed out a response quickly.

You: I'm not scared of you.

It was a stupid thing to say, you knew that really. But the only thing you could think of was to pretend you weren't scared. Maybe that would make them bored and leave you alone. All you could think about what Erin's lifeless body. The blood, god.. all that blood..

Unknown number: See you soon, sweetheart.

Your eyes widened in horror; what the fuck did that mean? This person was on their way? Sickness rose up in your throat, and you ran to your kitchen, grabbing the first sharp object you could find— a medium sized kitchen knife. You clutched it to your chest, running to your bedroom, locking the door and panting heavily. You considered pushing some furniture against the door, but you knew you needed to call the police. Then you realised you'd left your phone in the kitchen.

Fuck! Fuck!

You had put yourself in the worst position possible. But before you could panic over that, you felt a gust of cold air. You frowned, turning around to see the window wide open. You definitely hadn't left it like that before, but it was also impossible for anyone else to have opened it. You lived on the top floor for Christ's sake!

Not knowing what to do first; close the window, get your phone, block the door, or just curl up in a ball and hope it would all just go away. You opted for grabbing your phone. If you could call the police, they'd be on their way, hopefully before your stalker could arrive.

Cautiously unlocking the bedroom door, you stepped out into the hallway. The lights that had previously been on, were off, leaving the whole apartment pitch black apart from the moon shining through the windows and the bedroom light.

Your steps were slow, ears straining to hear anything, but there was silence. The only sound heard was the hammering of your heart in your chest.

Until the silence was broken.

"Seeing you awake is strange. But exciting nonetheless."

The voice came from right behind you. Spinning around in horror, you finally came face to face with the person who had been tormenting you.

"Tormenting? That's a bit harsh, sweetheart."

The woman was dressed in all black, a hood covering most of her face. Light from the bedroom accentuated her figure, but more importantly, the silhouette of a knife and a cloth in her hands.

"W—who are you?" It was an attempt at a shout, maybe to attract the attention of the apartment below you, but your voice could barely manage a squeak.

"I've told you before, baby. You're a forgetful thing when you're asleep, mhm?" She stepped forward, causing you to take a step back.

"You've been taking advantage of me! You've been breaking into my home! You killed.. Erin!" You whispered, backing up against the wall. You had no where to go. You were most likely to die, just like Erin.

"Sweet girl, I'm not going to kill you. I could never hurt you." The woman's voice was almost softer as she approached you, only two feet away now. Was she reading your mind?

"But you killed my friend." The images of Erin's body filled your mind, and how you were going to end up just like her.

"Your 'friend'? Please, she was begging for her own life, not for you to be safe." She let out a cold laugh. "It was so satisfying, the sound of my blade tearing through her flesh and tissue." It almost sounded like she'd gotten pleasure from it

Finally, you got some sense and energy into you as she expressed her fucked up feelings. You let out a shattering scream, "HELP! HELP!"

The woman sighed in disappointment. It took her less than a second to raise the cloth up to your face, covering your nose and mouth. The smell of chemicals was overwhelming. You fought against it, until you couldn't anymore. Body falling limp to the ground.

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The noise that woke you up was the sound of a squeaking. Your eyes wouldn't open, wondering what was going on. You then felt something inside you, a pressure building up in your lower stomach. What—

Finally, your vision became clearer. You blinked a few times, looking around you. The scene became pretty clear.

The woman was in between your legs, a strap-on buried inside you, just like that photo. The squeaking was the bed as she thrusted into you.

You should have screamed, but the pressure in your abdomen was too intense. You let out a whine, trying to move your tired body, but it was useless. You didn't even want to stop it, it felt too.. good.

"You're awake." She stated, a slight pant in her voice. Her hood was down now, revealing her auburn wavy hair, pale skin and deep green eyes.

"Let me.." You trailed off, because you didn't know whether to say 'go' or 'come'.

She let out a chuckle, holding your hips firmly as she thrusted into you. The feeling was delicious. Something about the fact your body was sleepy, heavy, while being fucked by a woman so dangerous..

No! Why are you thinking like this? It almost felt like your thoughts weren't yours anymore. Were you going insane?

The woman grunted, wet noises filling the room, making it very apparent that your body did not hate this at all. "You can come for me, it'll be your third."

Your third? You couldn't even bring yourself to ask about it, your body just trembled, a pending orgasm taking over, making you whimper in delight.

"Fuck!"

Tears filled your eyes from the sheer pleasure, and the fact that you should have hated this. You were filled with so much shame and guilt. This was the person who had killed your best friend, who'd stripped you of your dignity.

"Shh, darling, you don't have to feel guilty. You're allowed to feel pleasure. And your friend, well, she was just in the way."

Her twisted words made you feel sick again, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because the woman's hand suddenly reached down and started to circle your clit while simultaneously thrusting into you. A loud groan escaped your throat, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.

"You're going to beat your record, four times will be an achievement." Her accented voice was hot and heavy, turning you on even more.

"I— mhm!" You tried to speak, but you didn't know what to say.

"Let go, detka, show me how good I make you feel." She gripped your waist with her spare hand, red manicured nails digging into your skin.

Without warning, you came hard, spilling all over the strap. The woman moaned, slowing down her thrusts and eventually pulling out, leaving you unbearably empty. She slipped the strap off and went to straddle you, leaning her head down to kiss your neck. You felt utter bliss, forgetting how incredibly fucked up and sick this was.

"Seeing as this is the first time we've met while you've been conscious, I'll introduce myself. I'm Wanda." She giggled, as if nothing had just happened, and had been happening for months. Your head spun, recognising that name somehow, as if it had been spoken in your dreams.

"Relax now, sweet thing. I'll be here when you wake up." Wanda said softly, lying beside you, wrapping the duvet around your naked body. Her arm laid loosely across your stomach, hearing her breathing slow down to something calmer than before.

You didn't say anything, too busy feeling a wave of satisfaction, as awful as that sounded. It was like your mind was used to this, and that it was something you'd always wanted.

The last thing you remembered was a soft lullaby, in a language you didn't recognise. You'd heard it before, in your dreams. And it brought you great comfort.

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Tags: @rezwrites @hatdog96 @ion-news @esposadejoyhuerta @moimmmm @grimlygoblin @lizziesflower @yandereloverb312 @beggingonmykneesforher

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vergil, and Dante reacting to his petite gn s/o wearing his coat please?

Dante

he had come home from a mission, thankfully a quick one and the sight he saw you wearing his trademark red coat, it was more then he could ever thought would be waiting for him back home.

it was even better in his opinion.

his first words when he come back home are; 'wear my coat more often sweetheart, seriously don't stop wearing it i nedd to see you in it more often to make sure i'm not dreaming... for undisclosed purposes.'

seriously this man will try to find any and every way to get you to wear his coat, he needs it like his lungs need air.

he's got a taste of the image of you in his coat and now it's something he wants to see as often as he possinly can, even if it wasn't weather apropriate, he didn't care.

the first time he sees you in his coat he couldn't try to hide his excitment even if he could try, it's so aparent but he doesn't really care at all.

all that mattered was that you were wearing his coat and you looked perfectly sexy in the ruby red attire.

and if you were to try and take it off, he's right before your eyes and keeping his coat over your shoulders.

'keep it on, there's no need to take it off now im here, it just means we can match now.' he jokes as he takes in just how nicely his coat looked up close and his mind was decided, his coat was yours without question.

'so what's the specially ocassion?' he would ask, seeing as you never had done this before, and he was gone for quite a bit, so he was just curious if there was more to you just simply wearing his coat.

you shrug 'i missed you and wanted somwthing that reminded me of you while you were gone, reminding me that you were safe and come home to me sooner or later. i'd just have to be paitient.'

dante smiles softly as he kisses your forehead, his hands rubbing up and down your arms through his coat.

he was not expected that to be your awnser, however he couldn't blame you as he would often find himslef missing you while on missions, so he was secretly thankful that the feeling of missing one another when apart wasn't something only he felt.

especially if missing him would lead to more times like these where you wear his coat just to feel him near you for comfort. he wasn't going to stop you, not like he wanted to anyways becuase it only gives him an excuse to oggle you shamelessly for hours on end.

what can he say?! his baby looks good in his coat, it'd be a crime on his behalf to do such a thing and not admire his sweetheart wearing his clothes. he runs hot enough for the both of you so he doesn't really need his coat as much as he needs, it was only to add to his coolness.

'well then my coat is yours to uses to your hearts content sweetheart but make sure you wear it even if im here, i'm liking what i'm seeing and i never want to forget such an gorgeous sight.' he winks as you lightly slap his shoulder as he kisses your forehead again, holding you against him tightly as he could.

Vergil

he's frozen for a minute upon seeing you in his blue coat, but need i say that it brings a posessiveness out of him.

more specifically his demon side that's happy to see you wearing something of his so cassually, hopefully it should make it know to others that you were happily taken.

so his inner demon wants to see you in his coat more often, even if it didn't exactly make sense for you to be wearing it.

it also didn't help that the deep blue coat suited you perfectly in his eyes before averting them upon feeling the surge of pride and possessivness overcome him.

especially if anyone thriving for your attention was present, it would be the biggest fuck you ever in letting them know you were unatainable, you weren't for their prying eyes only his and his alone.

he's not use to such a thing happening to him, so he's not going to be aware on how to bring it up to you other then; 'you're wearing my coat, why is that?'

hes a curious one and genuinly means nothing by it other then to understand that there was someone who could easily love him and want to be adorned in his clothes.

god forbid you tell him you missed him, that concept is lost on him for as far as he is aware you'd be the only one willing to miss him.

especially when he leaves for long periods of time, never telling you where he was off to only the fact that he would come back to you before using Yamato to open a portal and leaving through it.

a forhead kiss might be given or a kiss to your hand, but even that is used sparingly by the man who treated you as his equal. he's romantic but don't expect him to show it all of the time like his brother.

'i missed you and i found it lying in your study and wanted to feel closer to you' you'd tell him before moving in taking it off, only for Vergil to put a hand on your shoulder.

'there is no need to remove it, keep it if it grants you that much...comfort and consols your soul to a quiet.' he tells you as he allows to admire you in his clothes, feeling a deep purr threatning to spill from the back of his throat.

needless to say from that moment onwards vergil will start to leave his coat more often at your place, signalling that he wants you to wear it and gets a look within his eyes when you do greet him in his coat.

dante has probably seen you in his brother's coat once, only once because Vergil stabbed him repeatedly and chucked his body throat a portal made by Yamato, his eyes glowing and a tad demonic as he growled. 'mine.'

vergil doesn't fuck with what's his and his alone, and even if he may not voice how much he likes you in his coat, his actions sure will.

[theangryhistoriananna]

"I think Lucien will never be good enough for her"

-Lucien, beside Tamlin, again put a hand on his sword "Stop this." (ACOMAF 603)

-Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. She began kicking then, weeping while her feet slammed into the sides of the Cauldron as if she'd push off it, as if she'd knock it down- "That is enough." Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron. (ACOMAF 604)

-Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, 'Don't just leave her on the damned floor-" There was a flare of light and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. (ACOMAF 606)

-As Lucien took off his jacket, kneeling before Elain. She cringed away from the coat, from him-(ACOMAF 606)

-Water poured forth, Lucien hoisting Elain in his arms and out of the way.-(ACOMAF 607)

-Lucien breathed "Where is he keeping her?" I knew who he meant. I shook my head. "I don't know. Rhysand has a hundred places where they could be, but I doubt he'd use any of them to hide Elain, knowing that I'm aware of them." "Tell me anyway. List all of them." "You'll die the moment you set foot in his territory." "I survived well enough when I found you." "You couldn't see that he had me in thrall. You let him take me back." Lie, lie lie. But the hurt and guilt I expected weren't there. Lucien slowly released his grip. "I need to find her." - ACOWAR 12)

Lucien answered, "If you expect our gratitude, you'll be waiting a while, Ianthe." Tamlin shot him a warning look-both at the words and the tone. Perhaps Lucien would kill Ianthe before I had the chance, just for the horror she'd put his mate through that day.- (ACOWAR 14)

I asked Lucien to escort me, and he'd been more than happy to do so, given that his own status as a mated male made him uninterested in any sort of female company these days-(ACOWAR 47)

"You won't make it without magic," he warned me. I just gritted my teeth against the sharp pain in my abdomen as I rallied my strength to winnow to those distant foothills. But Lucien gripped my arm, halting me. "I'm going with you" he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. "I'm getting my mate back."-(ACOWAR 93)

"She is my mate and in my enemy's hands-" "I've made no secret from the start that Elain is safe and cared for." "And I'm supposed to believe you." "Yes," I hissed.-(ACOWAR 101)

"Tell me about her-about Elain," Lucien said quietly. As if the death that squatted in the dark beside us had drawn his thoughts to his own mate as well.-(ACOWAR 113)

"I'm sorry if-" "I want to see her. Just once. Just-to know." "To know what?" He hitched my damp cloak higher around us. "If she's worth fighting for." -(ACOWAR 114)

Lucien leaned his head back against the rock wall behind us. "And then I'll ask your mate how he survived it- knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male's bed."-(ACOWAR 114)

"Just do it," Lucien said, bracing his forearms on the stone rail of the veranda. "Come get me when she's ready."-(ACOWAR 150)

But Lucien was standing in the doorway. And from the devastation on his face, I knew he'd heard every word. Seen and heard and felt the hollowness and despair radiating from her.-(ACOWAR 156)

"No. But understand while you may be her mate, Elain is my sister. I'll do what I must to protect her from further harm." "I would never hurt her." A bleak sort of honest in his words.-(ACOWAR 158)

More steps-no doubt closer to where Elain stood at the window. "Is....is there anything I can get for you?" I'd never heard my friend's voice so soft. So tentative and concerned.-(ACOWAR 248)

Too thin She must not be eating at all. How can she even stand? -(ACOWAR 249)

Her eyes went frank and cold. "I was to be married in a few days." He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who'd claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, "I know. I'm sorry."-(ACOWAR 251)

He weighed my tone. and crossed his arms. "Let me do something. About Elain. I heard-from my room. Everything that happened just now. It wouldn't hurt to have a healer look her over. Externally and internally." I was tired enough that I could barely summon the breath to ask, "Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?" "I think she went through something terrible," Lucien countered carefully "And it wouldn't hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination." -(ACOWAR 288)

"Please tell me," Lucien said when I crossed the threshold into the foyer. "What the healer says. And if-if you need me for anything."-(ACOWAR 289)

The sound seemed to startle Elain, who swiftly set down her teacup. She rose to her feet and Lucien shot to his. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "What-What was that?" -(ACOWAR 301)

Lucien looked to her, then over to me. A muscle feathered in his jaw. "Nothing." he said, and again faced his mate "I'm sorry-if that unsettled you."-(ACOWAR 301)

"I'll go" Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke. We all looked at him. Lucien shifted his focus to Rhys, to me "I'll go," he repeated, rising to his feet. "To find this sixth queen."- (ACOWAR 338)

Lucien inclined his head in a bow, the movement hiding the gleam in his eye-the longing and sadness.-(ACOWAR 345)

Steps crunched on the grass behind us. Nesta whirled, but- Lucien. It was Lucien. Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he'd run from the shore. His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little. But Elain only wrapped her arms around herself and remained at my side. "Are you hurt?" he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain's hands.-(ACOWAR 657)

"I'm fine," Elain said quietly. And then asked noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still bloody weapons, "Are you-" "Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but.....yes I'm in one piece." A faint smile bloomed on Elain's lips.- (ACOWAR 657)

Lucien already is good enough for her. More than good enough actually. He's perfect for her.......

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hi there, I know this is going to come across as a little unconventional but I am a superhero or rather I am part of a group of costumed good samaritans based in LA who happen to be born with various special abilities. You see we’re all what could I suppose be classified as mutants and we grew up watching a lot of hero cartoons as kids so when we discovered that we had superpowers we all thought it might be fun to become a real life superhero team. We’re actually pretty good at it and we fight other supernatural threats pretty often, but that’s not why I’m asking. You see, I’m in need of some advice. 

You see there is a member of our group who I strongly believe to be gay and I think she’s a bit too scared to come out to the rest of us. Now normally this would be fine and we would be more than happy to give her time to adjust and come out on her own terms except she’s been doing something a bit odd to dance around this issue. 

There’s this one recurring villain we face who is a bit of a mad scientist and I strongly suspect that she is actually my teammate’s girlfriend. Every time she shows up her scheme’s always revolve around either kidnapping my teammate as a power source or “brainwashing” her into loyalty. For context my teammate possesses electrical powers.

Now let me be clear I do not believe my teammate has ever actually been unwittingly kidnapped or brainwashed in any capacity. She is a very bad actress and her “zombie voice” leaves much to be desired. Also pretty much all of the power sapping devices appeared to have internal generators so I seriously doubt they were actually doing anything. 

I’m honestly at a serious loss for what to do here. There are five of us on the team and I’ve done my best to make it a nice and safe environment for vigilantes like ourselves and I want to give her time to do this on her own but it’s just really difficult. I can’t have her constantly dragging the team to go fake save her from what is clearly just her secret girlfriend in a lab coat and mask. There could be people in danger out there that we’re ignoring and I just don’t know what to do. I’m not very strong, my only power is regeneration, and I’m not social enough to confront her about it well. 

Is there anything I could say to do this gently or anything I could do to make my teammates feel like it’s safe to kiss her girlfriend without putting on a fake headset and talking like a robot? 

Please, I’m at a genuine loss. I’m supposed to be the leader but I don’t know what to do. 

There's no secret solution here, reader. I'm afraid you need to sit down with your teammate and have the very conversation you've been avoiding.

These encounters are, as you have rightly identified, taking time and resources away from your team that might otherwise be used in defending people against serious threats. Even if that weren't the case, it is completely unacceptable for her to treat you and your other teammates as mere props in her romantic escapades.

I understand your hesitance, given your teammate's reticence to discuss her sexuality. But there are plenty of people out there who prefer not to discuss their sex life with friends and co-workers who manage to do so without these kinds of shenanigans!

I recommend you ask this teammate to speak with you privately, and bring the topic up as clearly and simply as you can. Tell her that you have noticed a pattern in your encounters with this person, and while you have no intention of prying into her personal life, as this group's leader you cannot allow this behaviour to continue.

By all means, take your time and prepare in whatever way feels best for you. You could write your points out beforehand and bring them in with you, or practice in front of a mirror or with a trusted friend (not one of your other teammates, naturally, but someone unrelated to the wider group).

I respect that you don't feel social enough to handle this confrontation but frankly, you don't have a choice. You are the leader of this group for a reason – presumably because the others trust your judgement and value your efforts to make your team a safe and welcoming space. Don't let that trust prove to be misplaced.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[tanis-fics]

Solar eclipse

Night after night Barry makes sure Alan gets home safe after partying, and night after night Alice is waiting for them with cold on her eyes, ready to give him a mouthful (whether she's right or wrong, he tries not to think about it). But what would happen if she weren't there one night? Laying together on Alan's bed Barry tries to find a reason to walk away despite desperately wanting to stay. They've done this a million times before, right? Practically all the time when they were kids! Then why does it feel so different now?

Relationship: Alan Wake/Barry Wheeler ♦ Words: 3492

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 Stumbling down the hall with his weight supported by his friend, Alan laughed candidly, and it felt like music to Barry's ears. It had been a while since he heard him this happy and confident, spouting some drunk nonsense that could make for a good plot with some honing. Barry wanted to believe that this time they've done it, this time they've actually fixed that nasty block of his and things were going to go back to the way they were, no more brooding, no more fighting.

 Never mind the fact he saw this exact scenario a couple times already in the past few months, but he was too far gone to care at the moment, the only cloud of worry present on his mind being his eventual departure now that they were at his apartment.

 Surprisingly enough, Alan simply opened the door by leaning on it, never tuning the volume of his voice as they stepped into the pitch black apartment. Odd. Barry was about to ask for Alice's whereabouts when Alan grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, still spilling his tale with enough confidence that he quickly forgot about the matter as they finally landed home.

 "...It's gonna be great, Barry, it's gonna- It's gonna be so much better than the Casey books." Barry snorted, chugging down a glass of water as Alan shrugged his coat off, continuing talking from the hallway to his room. "I mean it! It's- It's even gonna make more money than them!"

 "Al, you're completely underestimating the power of a good saga. But I like where your mind's at. I like where you're headed." He stated from the kitchen, expecting him to come back to continue their chat when he called him instead. Barry couldn't help but notice how bizarre it was to see the house in complete darkness except for the low light coming from the bedroom, how... wrong, it looked, but still chuckled at the sight of his best friend sprawled on the -empty- bed. "What're you, a starfish?"

 Alan laughed, flailing his long extremities a bit with the effort, before sticking his hand up for Barry to grab. Wrongly assuming he needed a lift he took it, instead finding himself being dragged down, falling unceremoniously in the soft mattress at his side.

 "Al, what the hell-"

 "Listen." Alan hovered next to his laying figure, one hand propped against the bed as the other wavered in the tight space between them, trying to catch his attention. Which was ridiculous, as Barry's attention was always on him. "When I write this -and I will write this- I'll send you to the most... luxurious place you've ever seen. A hotel, a luxurious one! With a pool, and palm trees, and a... a massage room, or whatever you want."

 Barry snorted when he pointedly poked his shoulder.

 "You're drunk."

 "And? I still mean it. Can't I also spoil my manager too?"

 Barry laughed, cheeks flushed.

 "Not how this business works, pal."

 "Fine. I'm getting my best friend the best damn vacation he's ever had, how about that?"

 He raised his hands in mock defeat, laying flat on his back with a grin as Alan gripped his shoulder.

 "Okay Al, sure. But you have to come with me."

 To this, Alan huffed a laugh and finally let him go, laying down on his side.

 "Alice wouldn't like that."

 "Screw Alice!" Alan called him out, his smile betraying his annoyance. "We'll make it a boys day out! Just us! Like before!"

 Alan grinned fondly, eyes lost somewhere in the past.

 “With a beer and a whole theater to ourselves?” Barry snorted, remembering their teen escapades.

 "Only the very best for my bestseller."

 "For my manager." He reminded him, sternly, before they both deflated into a fit of laughter.

 Barry felt warm. With the alcohol, his coat still on while rolling on the bed, and just... the entire situation. He felt happy. Giddy. Warm. He never took his coat off when he got his best friend back to his house because he was acutely aware that Alice couldn’t stand him, and as much as every bone on his body told him to get rid of everything, take advantage of her absence, something felt wrong.

 "Where is Alice anyway?” He asked, instead. “Don't think I've seen the apartment this dark since you first bought it."

 It was a routine question to make sure he didn't get yelled at for invading her space, but the sour look that crossed his friend's face immediately worried him.

 "She..." Alan rolled over to lay on his back, no longer looking at him. "A friend of her came to town, she went to visit her."

 "Oh. Well, that's n-"

 "Said she'd spend the night there."

 Barry looked at him for a minute, resenting the mood change but also envisioning clearly what must have been the rest of the conversation. Alice didn't like them going out at night so much, he knew, didn't approve of the drinking and the partying, the coming in late, the getting out of control... Huffing, Barry resented the last one, as if he couldn't keep his best friend in check.

 But Al was Al. Each argument was apocalyptic in nature. A simple “I’ll be staying somewhere else tonight” after a fight could very much speak divorce on his mind.

 As if it only were that simple, Barry sighed, before smiling with what he hoped was enough confidence to clear the air.

 "Y'know what? Good for her." Alan stared at him then, dead serious, and Barry squeezed his arm. "Lighten up, Al! She's visiting a friend and spending the night there, so what? I mean, you're kinda doing the same right now, aren't you?" Lowering his gaze, it was clear he needed more convincing. Propping himself up just enough to look at him directly, Barry jokingly messed his hair. "Besides, she's got nothing to complain today. You've been a good little writer who did not get into any fights," Alan huffed and rolled his eyes, but Barry could see the edge of a smile and pushed harder, letting his fingers run a bit through his hair in a teasing manner, "you caused no trouble and even made a good impression with the guys at the magazine I told you about. Excellent performance, five stars, no notes."

 Finally a mocking smile escaped Alan's lips.

 "'m not a restaurant."

 "Could've fooled me, with all the food and drinks I've seen you around."

 "Fuck you."

 He was frowning, but everything on his face from his heavy eyelids to his grin spoke of lazy bliss as Barry kept playing with his hair.

 "Hey, I'm paying you a compliment here, pal!"

 Alan tried to swat his hand away and Barry doubled down in his lightly condescending petting, vaguely surprised when he eventually gave up, alcohol and sleep making him pliant. Alcohol and sleep and warmth making both of them so susceptible, that when Barry sank heavily into the mattress again Alan leaned sightly into him, pulled by his weight, by his gravity. He hummed, finally.

 "I missed this, y'know?" His friend chuckled, and he turned to face him. "Don't laugh, I mean it!"

 "Missed you too, Barry." He had a mocking smile, but his eyes brimmed with fondness. It was rare this days, too, in between the hangovers and the migraines, and Barry felt his chest burst. His heartbeat picked up, quick and loud, probably his body desperately trying to stay awake.

 "I really don't want to go, Al." He confessed, despite himself.

 "Then stay the night." He said it with so much ease, it brought him back to the time they were teenagers, fooling around for a few hours too long, it became easier to spend the night and go to school together than the alternative. Barry smiled at the memory, before laughing at the idea.

 "Oh, Alice would hate that. She'd kill me." Alan laughed in response.

 "Well, she's not here now, is she?"

 That was true.

 He pretended to consider it for a few seconds when a yawn caught him by surprise, interrupting his fleeting thoughts and letting Alan's words linger. Waking up to the face of the woman who couldn't stand him while they were having hiccups on their relationship was quite possibly the worst and only outcome of such decision, but as it was, with Alan's heavy eyes, squinting even further with his tired smile, and with the ever growing warmth of his body, the idea of staying was enticing.

 As Barry pondered and wished things were different, Alan took a deep breath and, like a contagious disease, he yawned as well, stretching his arms above his head and popping a few knots of his spine. They made a nasty sound and Barry was about to say something about it, anything that his intoxicated mind could think of, when his friend slowly picked himself up enough to drop again closer, his head now using his gut as a pillow.

 "...Not fair, Al. Now you're being a dick."

 "All I'm saying is, I can make the couch for you, you know?" Barry laughed at his slurred speech.

 "You couldn't walk me to the door if you wanted."

 "Hey." He twisted, cheek now pressed against his stomach as he faced him. Barry's own cheeks hurt from smiling. Burned from the alcohol, too.

 "C'mon." Barry tried to get up, hands making the impossible feat of supporting both his own and his best friend's weight while Alan did nothing at all to make this task easier, and he actually managed to separate their bodies for a few inches before gravity inevitably did its thing. With a tired groan Alan flopped down on top of him again, his face now using Barry's chest as a pillow. He shivered, before laughing. "Jesus, Al, you really can be a pain in the ass, you know that?"

 "Hmm so I've heard." He gave him one last cocky smile before he made himself comfortable, sighed, and finally closed his eyes, clearly with no intention of getting up. Dick.

 "You know you've got feather pillows, right, Al? The best money could buy."

 "Money’s overrated."

 "Yeah, right."

 Despite the annoyance on his voice, Barry let himself sink into the mattress again, arm wrapped around Alan's shoulders in defeat. His chest burned with the pressure of him, neck burned too with his hot breathing landing directly on it. He tried running his hands through his hair, intended to annoy him, but that only resulted in Alan burying himself further on the bed of flowers that was his shirt. Nuzzling against the silk fabric and making him shiver again.

 Barry could die right there, and he'd die the happiest man on Earth.

 "Al..."

 "You could always sleep here, too. Wouldn't be the first time." Barry laughed, weakly.

 “Been a while since we last did that, Al…"

 "So?"

 In his intoxicated mind he tried coming up with an excuse, any reason for him not to say yes. It’s not the same he tried to think, weakly, his own resolve growing tired by the minute. Well, why the hell not? Another treacherous part of him replied. They’ve slept on the same bed countless times as kids, many times too as drunk young adults. What made this occasion any different?

 The heat under his skin, quickly attributed to his many layers of cloth and the pressure of his best friend flushed against him, was a key difference, but before he could acknowledge a feeling he wasn’t unfamiliar with a particular name crossed his mind.

 The thought of Alice coming back the morning after to find them passed out on their bed stirred something in his gut. Mirth, most likely. Either way, he held on tightly to that thought.

 "Alice would kill me, Al. You know that."

 Alan blinked a couple times, not looking at him as he took a long, slow breath.

 "She's not here, Barry. Don’t know when she’ll come back."

 Barry swallowed. She really wasn't, was she? Spending the night at a friend's house after a fight. Another in a long list of fights...

 He shook his head, that thought sitting oddly in it. Taking a deep breath he lifted himself up with Alan pressed against him, this time actually managing to flip them over. Alan fell once again on the mattress, on his back this time, and he held him down to make sure he wouldn't pull any other stunt. Alan could be very persuasive when he wanted to. Insistent too. How could he say no to those dashing blue eyes and flushed cheeks? Barry smiled to himself, wondering if Alan was aware he was putting his charm on, or if he instinctively exuded it, like an animal.

 "Gotta get going, Al."

 "Don't wanna get up."

 "You gave me your keys, remember?"

 "..." It was funny how petulant he looked despite being a grown man, hand wrapped around one of the arm pinning him down, fingers digging on the thick layers, before dramatically rolling his eyes and blowing the air he was holding on his face. “Fine... Go away, then.”

 Alan’s arm and head fell limp to the sides in pure defeat, and Barry looked at him for a few seconds before a laugh bubbled through his lips. His best friend was unbelievable, what the hell.

 “You’re such a baby, you know that, Al?” A new wave of affection filled him to the brim as Alan grumbled under him, drunk offense diluting into drunk giddiness as a smug smile shined through his initial defeat, and Barry couldn’t help but pull him into what he’d hoped to be a farewell hug. “Oh, come here you lazy bastard.”

 Alan snorted and protested, his arms quickly wrapping around his back as Barry fell onto him, burying his head on his shoulder, face looking away from him in a desperate attempt to breath. To keep his mind clear. To not forget the fact that he was supposed to get going soon thereafter. Reaaaaaaally soon now.

 Barry took a breath trying to stay afloat, his elbows surrounding the other man’s body being the only thing stopping him from crushing Alan with his weight, but he didn’t seem to mind. His outstretched arms wrapped comfortably around him, one hand cupping his broad shoulder while the other slipped around his waist. It felt nice. It felt really nice. Taking a deeper, longer breath, Barry held it for a few seconds before finally letting it go, sinking further, every inch of his body pressed against the warmth of another.

 His craned neck hurt.

 That was supposed to be the end of it, but this close Barry could feel the heave of Alan’s chest flushed against his, breathing fluttering by his idle laughter, drunk off his ass, and it made him giddy. It made him feel weirdly nostalgic, too, something inside twisting with longing behind the happiness of seeing him relaxed like this, and finally the wicked warmth of their bodies combined betrayed his reason.

 Raising his shoulders an inch he could feel his friend’s hands trying to keep him in place, before he got more comfortable, resting his head on the nook of his shoulders once again, facing him this time. Alan blinked slowly in response, his mouth fighting and losing against the coming smile.

 “Thought I told you to fuck off.”

 Barry grinned, drunk.

 “Love you too, Al.”

 Alan barked a laugh, the air between their faces growing impossibly and unbearably hot, and Barry wasn’t sure why he did what he did afterwards. It was definitely the alcohol, he’d come to rationalize the coming days, mixed maybe with the fact that Alan’s poor circulation made his skin perpetually cold to the touch —Mixed maybe with the overwhelming affection he felt towards his best friend— but he couldn’t help hiding his face on the hollow of his neck, nuzzling it a bit.

 Alan hissed through his teeth devolving into a dry chuckle, and he felt one of his hands go from his shoulder to the back of his head and the other dig into the flesh of his back, pulling him closer. What a stupid thing to do, Barry thought at the back of his mind as his stubble tickled his nose. He couldn't possibly get any closer, could he?

 "Hmm..." The low, joyful rumbling of his throat against his nose, against his lips, made him feel dizzier, if such a thing was even possible.

 As he slowly fell to the mattress again they both rearranged themselves wordlessly, limbs fitting like an old, odd puzzle, although Barry could hardly pretend this echoed younger days. The hand combing his short hair and dopey smile against his temple, legs straddled, and tangled around each other… Barry took a deep breath that smelled of alcohol and sweat, and this close to his neck, it only made Alan shiver.

 He kissed the only surface available, trying to convince himself it was only his cheek. A miscalculation making it end up lower, making his friend gasp, and tighten his grip on him.

 Barry swallowed.

 He wasn’t a complete idiot, despite his inebriated state, despite him trying to ignore the glaringly obvious. Saving the abysmal distances he could recognize the scene anywhere, and he was distinctly aware of the fact that the so-called platonic hug had ended a few thousand touches ago. He knew that. He also knew that if he were laying with a woman he wouldn’t hesitate so much.

 His skin burned under his clothes, heat suddenly unbearable, and he didn’t know which thought was to blame, either the guilty ridden voice at the back of his mind wishing the person he was wrapped around were, in fact, a woman, or the idle wondering if it would be so bad to simply follow the scene to its natural conclusion as it was.

 God, how he wanted to…

 Pressing his forehead to Alan’s feverish skin he shut his eyes closed, too drunk to feel the wave of shame that would be washing over him otherwise. In the coming days he would have time to look back and think to himself what the hell were you thinking, what are you, a fucking fag? If he even thought about it at all. Barry was a highly skilled man in the art of looking the other way. Especially when it come to Alan.

 His best friend, on the other hand, wasn’t.

 That wondering thought made his stop on his tracks, despite having his nose and mouth already pressing on his skin without a hint of innocence. The deep, deep affection currently mixing with a feeling he was much more familiar with reminded him of two simple truths he was well acquainted with.

 One: Al loved Alice.

 Two: Al would do anything short to killing himself if he ever cheated on her.

 Well, fuck Alice, was his immediate reaction to the first reminder alone. None of this would’ve happened if she were there that night, now, wouldn’t it?

 For one small, vile second, his mind’s eyes conjured what, there was no point denying it, he knew would happen next; the rough feeling of his stubble against his lips, hot breathing against his own, and Alan looking at him like he was the only person in the whole wide world.

 His heart ached.

 But he could also see, clear as day, the way it would destroy his best friend once the adrenaline of the night and the alcohol and whatever drug he might or might not have consumed wore off. He could already feel his spiraling, his guilt, as foreboding and unavoidable as the hangover that would crack their heads open the coming day. He’d seen it all before.

 And Barry couldn’t do that. Not to him.

 Oblivious to his inner turmoil Alan took a deep breath and exhaled, their bodies pressed tightly and raising and falling together. Heartbeats reverberating like one. Fingers affectionately tracing throughout his back.

 Licking his lips, Barry pulled his head away enough to look at him, bathing in the way he looked at him like he was the sun. Or something in that regard.

 As he fixed his position in the mattress he could hear Alan taking a breath.

 "...Goodnight, Al."

 It hanged in the air for a second, as he blinked, and Barry finally pulled away. The man inside his grasp let the air he was holding as his arms fell down to his sides, confused.

 “...’night, Barry.”

 He walked out, not before halfheartedly reminding him of getting some water and ibuprofen for tomorrow, not before Alan halfheartedly lied that he would, and as he lost sight of his best friend he heard a deep sigh coming from his bedroom. Part of Barry wondered whether it was out of disappointment, or relief, but he quickly ushered those thoughts out of his head as he made his way to the door, alongside everything else that happened that night.

[smutinlove]

Alexandrian Christmas │ Carl Grimes Fluff

Description - An Alexandrian Christmas was always fun. But now it was a day to be remembered.

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This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

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You had always favored Christmas over Halloween. As a kid, you'd always look forward to getting gifts over candy. And you preferred a nice Christmas dinner prepared by your parents instead of a cold and chewy turkey on Thanksgiving.

But everything changed when the world ended. You still remember that night. You were alone, running away from walkers as fast as you could. Then, a man named Glenn found you and took you to a place called the quarry. There, you met a lot of kind people. You also met your best friend there. Carl Grimes.

But all good things come to an end. Walkers. Death and screams.

And now you find yourself in a town called Alexandria. It was a beautiful place. It was safe for you and for your group.

But it wasn't safe enough for Glenn and Abraham.

"Nice hair, idiot," you heard. Someone threw a pea at you, hitting your eye. "You asshat! I'm gonna get you, Grimes. I swear!" You yelled. Where did he even get that?

"I love you too," he teased. Carl grinned before he quickly ran away. That was your husband. Well, not really. You had a crush on him but never did anything about it. Deep down, you knew you weren't good enough for him.

He was everything to you. And you were just Y/N Y/L/N.

You sighed. You looked out the window and realized it was snowing. It was snowing! You hadn't seen snow in so long that you almost forgot what it looked like.

You ran to the door, put on your boots, and grabbed a coat from the coat rack. Michonne wouldn't mind, right?

You opened the door and ran outside. "Oh, my God!" you squealed. You felt something hit you. "Hey, what the fuck!"

Snow.

"Carl!" He winked. You grabbed a handful of snow and aimed it towards him, hitting his head. You grinned when you saw Carl wince. "Sorry!" You yelled, but he disappeared.

"Carl?" you called out. You sighed. "Carl, this isn't funny." Your soon-to-be boyfriend could sometimes be annoying.

You heard a scream coming from behind you. You turned around and saw Carl. He tackled you to the ground. He was on top of you. "Well, isn't this a sight?"

Carl looked up, finding a very amused Michonne. "Michonne. Hey!" Carl chuckled. He got up and extended a hand to you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up.

"Michonne, it was not what it looked like. I swear!" Carl tried reassuring her. "I know," she said calmly. "You do?"

"And isn't that my coat?" Michonne asked. "Uh, no?"

Michonne narrowed her eyes, and that's when you knew you were done for.

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Carol had decided to throw a Christmas party. And you loved that for her. Carol was the sweetest woman you had ever met, and she deserved the world, as did Carl Grimes.

As you entered the house, you could smell the warm cookies and cakes. You smiled. And it made you so happy.

There was booze too. Enough for everyone on Earth, including the walkers. You grinned at the thought. You poured a glass for yourself. Hey, it wasn't like anyone was going to arrest you or anything.

You took a sip, and it sucked. "It's expired, by the way." You looked to your left and saw Carl standing next to you. "Great. Adds more flavor." You two burst out laughing.

You put your glass down. "Y/N, I want to show you something," he said with an innocent smile.

"Okay," you replied. "Close your eyes." You closed your eyes, feeling excited. After a few minutes, Carl told you to open your eyes. He was holding a small box.

Carl blushed. "So." He opened the box, revealing a ring. He got down on one knee. "Y/N, I have loved you for years. But I was shy and scared. But now I'm not. It took me awhile to admit it to myself, but I really love you. Now, I only have one question, and although we aren't dating, will you marry me?"

A tear rolled down your cheek. "Yes!" He got up and slid the ring on your finger. Carl looked up. "Mistletoe," he whispered.

You grinned. You and Carl got closer to each other until the gap between your lips closed. He kissed you softly. And it was like everything you had ever imagined, but it was even better.

This was an Alexandrian Christmas that was going to be remembered for years.

To fall in love is one thing, but to fall in love with your best friend is beautiful.

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How'd y'all like my Christmas special?

(I made it silly on purpose!)

Thank you to everyone for the most momentous year ever! Especially @jas2010 @carlsdarling @taylormarieee I love you all so so much!!!! This year has been wonderful and I hope 2024 will also be fun and exciting. Thank you and Merry Christmas!!

[undercoverpan]

Spit in my face, my love, it won't faze me

Spider felt a lot of things at the moment. Cold, hot, empty, full. But mostly he felt lonely.

His vision was going blurry, darkening at the edges. He couldn't make out his own hand in front of his face, but he recognized his own blood coating it. If he had to guess, he had wounds on his stomach, arms, legs and back. His whole body was just one big bruise at this point, aching and throbbing like never before. In a sense, he got the blue stripes he'd always wanted. Nevermind the fact that they weren't stripes, just blue spots that were close enough together for him to mistake them as such. 

The thing that definitely hurt the most was the cut around his throat, bleeding sluggishly and coating his body in blood. He had a feeling that it was the source of his trouble with breathing, come to think of it.

Now that he was laying on a cold ship deck and 100% dying, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. It was like all the emotions and trauma he'd been compartmentalising these past few months decided to pull a quick one on him and now he had so many fears and regrets. He regrets going to the shack, being born, trying to be Na'vi, not doing something while they hunted that tulkun, not doing more when the Na'vi were being threatened. And he was afraid, were the others safe? Did Quaritch let Kiri go? Have they fled the ship just yet? Are they safe?

A selfish, horrible, human part of him wishes they stayed. And because he is dying; he decides to indulge himself with those selfish fantasies of his. He imagines Lo'ak being there, telling him about the trouble he'd gotten up to without him, Kiri talking about the plants and the animals. Tuk showing him a cool shell she found, maybe Neteyam venting about his frustrations or something. Anything but the sound of fading screams and crackling flames.

The smell of blood and petrol hung in the air like a thick fog; clouding his senses with the copper scent. The ocean breeze felt like hell against his open wounds. It was freezing out here, and incredibly dark. Really, he should be happy the others got away. Overjoyed, thankful even. But he selfishly wishes to not be alone right now.

"Spider?" 

The voice echoes in his ears. Oh. Oh, it sounds familiar, oddly so. He felt a strange sort of calm rush over him; something like acceptance. It felt like a warm blanket on his beaten and broken body; one he desperately needed. No one has made him feel safe like this, ever, except for maybe….

"J--Jake?"

He hates how weak and uncertain his voice sounds, carried like some kind of fragile chord over the winds. He feels a set of hands, warm and realer than what he could've imagined by himself, pawing at his injuries. He sees blue skin and yellow eyes, and he has to laugh at the absurdity of it. 

"Jake, you came back…" he says in astonishment, not seeing the hurt look flashing over the man's face. "Are the others okay? Where are they?" He asked, spluttering out a cough and tasting metal in his throat.

"They're okay, Spider, son, they're okay." He says in English, and Spider doesn't think that's weird at all. He nods to the best of his ability, giving him a wide grin. "Did--did we get them? The demons? Did I do good?"

"Yes, son, we got all of them. Everyone is safe. You did so good, you were amazing, I promise." 

He sighs in relief. At least he had that little bit of solace during his last moments. At least he had that. And you know, he had Jake. Jake was here, and now he wasn't alone. He hadn't realised he was scared of being alone until he was. Dying alone, he'd never considered it, but that was his reality until a couple minutes ago. Jake saved him from having to face that, even if he couldn't save him from his wife. In his heart of hearts, he knows he never intended to.

"Jake, I'm tired–, it–, it hurts. I'm just so tired…" he whispers, strength draining from his body like a river flowing to the ocean. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple as Jake pulls him to his chest; the feeling of his vest against his skin all too alien. The man bit back a sob, instead breathing heavily and unevenly.

"It's okay, son, it's okay. You can go to sleep, you've earned it. Me and the others, we'll all be here when you wake up, okay?" He promises and Spider desperately agrees. "You did so well, we're all so proud of you and we love you, you know that, right? Everything that happened before, that doesn't matter. I love you, Spider." He says with the desperation of a prayer.

"Really…? Even Neytiri?" He asks weakly. The other nods, running a hand through his dreads. "Yes, even her." The boy has to smile at that. "It's so cold." He says, and Jake adjusts his grip so they're better pressed together. "Better?" He asks, and Spider offers a weak nod.

"Oel ngati kameie, Jake.." he whispers. It is the last thing he says before he goes, hopefully being accepted by Eywa. "Oel Ngati kameie, son." His voice sounds broken, but certain. It is the last thing he hears before the world goes dark and his body goes limp.

Quaritch looked at his son's dead body and felt cold. He wonders if this is the same chill Spider felt just now. Like a gaping hole in his chest that the wind passes through, carrying its saltwater breeze like poison. Sully and his brood are gone; left him behind without a second thought. The children had this look of shock when Spider crumpled to the floor the first time, victim to their own mother. They might have screamed. They might have cried. Quaritch doesn't remember nor care.

In his final moments, Spider wanted Jake, the man who left him for dead twice now. And Quaritch could've corrected him easily, but it seemed so needlessly cruel. Spider was dying, his son was dying, why deny him the fantasy in his head? The dreams of family and acceptance that he was never afforded, not by the people he desperately needed it from. So yes, he let his son think it was Jake who held him while he died, and that his crazy wife really did care, even though she's responsible for this. It was disrespectful to the highest degree, but Quaritch thinks that his son is allowed to spit in his face, just this once.

It was enough for Spider, who looked peaceful in his arms, eerily still and pale. He wonders if he should leave him here, let the Sullys find him and give him the burial he wanted. He wonders if the fish would get his body first, or the fire. He wonders if they'd return at all, opting to let the ship burn itself down. It certainly sounds like Sully. He sighs.

Mind made up, he approached his ikran. The journey to the Omaticaya would be long, so it's best that he starts moving. At the very least, he'd make sure his son would be put to rest where he called home. He wouldn't take that from him, not in death, at least.

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Decided you guys should feel sad, hope you liked it!!!

[justsigma-bsd]

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Warnings: It's the worst thing of all. The bane of all the bsd rp mods. F L U F F /j

It's short af bc I wrote it during my break, whoops-

Interesting for: @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency (since it was written for you) & maybe for @respiratory-kristem @oscarsgallery @my-taintedsorrow @currentlyeatingrocks

It was a relatively quiet morning at the Agency. Early enough that most of his coworkers weren't even here yet. The office was quiet, safe for birds chirping outside the windows. Light flooded the room when the shutters were pulled up.

The only reason Sigma had shown up this early was to avoid the cramped space of his usual bus. He'd been awake for hours already, anyway. Which, in all honesty, was nothing new.

He sat down at his desk, the box in his bag rattling, and took a sip from his coffee. His shoulders relaxed at the taste and he sighed at the warmth the beverage provided.

It was getting colder outside, getting a new, warmer, coat for the colder months was starting to get unavoidable.

Among the quiet of the mostly empty room, the telltale sound of paws padding across the floor reached his ears.

He blinked, looking around. Half-expecting to see familiar black and white fur. Instead he was greeted with the sight of the strangest calico he knew. Mismatching eyes, one blue and the other brown, blinked up at him innocently. Twin tails waved in greeting, one ear twitched.

"Hello, Rai" he greeted the small Nekomata, who jumped up and onto Dazai's empty chair without further prompting.

Seconds later, a small child sat opposite of him and grinned brightly. "Morning, Mr Sigma!" She waved, pulling her legs onto the chair and shifting to sit cross-legged. "I found the cat just like you asked"

Sigma racked his brain, before humming. Right, he'd asked her to find Ayatsuji's missing cat. "Good job, kid. And please, no Mr, remember?" He reminded her with a shake of his head.

"Right!" She nodded quickly, calico curls bouncing with the motion. "Youuuu said you'd bring cookies?" Mismatching eyes stared at him full of hope.

Sigma feigned a frown. "Did I?" He asked, tapping a finger against his chin. "Really?" the dual-haired man earned a pout in return.

"I can smell them, big brother. Don't be mean" she chided, and Sigma couldn't help but laugh.

With a fond shake of his head he put down his coffee. "Sorry, sorry. Yes, I brought cookies" he opened his bag and pulled out the box, setting it down on his desk.

He immediately had a small child scampering over to him, and watched her grab the cookie box with a happy purr. "Wanna share?" Rai glanced up to him, tilting her head.

With a smile he pat her head. "Sure, you know I'd never say no to cookies" he agreed. In return he earned a giggle. "Yea, that's why you brought the bigger box"

"Looks like you caught me, kiddo"

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Thermodynamic Panic

This is my Truce gift for @evilfarmin using the prompt:

Danny gets stuck in the thermos (he is NOT happy about this)

You can also read it on AO3

[Warnings for confined spaces and anxiety]

Contrary to certain people's claims, Danny was not a klutz. He may have a lifetime ban from handling fragile school equipment, but that was not an accurate reflection of how clumsy he was. That had been months ago, and out of his hands (literally, which had kind of been the problem), and he had much better control now.

No, Danny wasn't a klutz.

So what if he was currently stuck in the Fenton thermos after accidentally knocking it off his desk so it hit the floor capture-button-first? That meant nothing.

...

Ancients it was cramped in here. It was a good thing Danny wasn't claustrophobic.

This wasn't the first time he'd been trapped inside the thermos, although it was the first time he'd accidentally trapped himself. At least the last time this had happened, he'd been able to blame Jazz. 

Now, she was klutzy. Compared to her, Danny was as graceful as a ballerina.

A ballerina who was currently trapped inside a soup thermos, starting to feel bad for all the other ghosts he'd captured in this thing.

Man, there was one time he'd caught a good twenty or thirty ghosts in here before releasing him into the Zone. He really should empty it more often than he did. He was probably lucky that there weren't ghosts already trapped inside when he bungled himself into this mess. 

Not bungled, he didn't bungle things. It wasn't his fault—whether or not the thermos had allegedly been sitting halfway off his desk at the time because his desk was such a mess at the moment that there wasn't enough space for it. 

Yeah, this one was on gravity.

When he got out of this, he swore, he was going to be more considerate, not trap so many ghosts all at once, and release them more quickly. 

Right now, though, he had to figure out how to get himself released from here. 

He couldn't really communicate with anyone while he was inside the thermos, and since the thermos was on his bedroom floor the odds of it being picked up were slim to none. No one in his family went into his room without permission, and Sam and Tucker weren't likely to just come over and barge in either. Even if they did, Danny had no way of knowing what was going on outside anyway.

At this moment, his entire world consisted of the inside of this thermos. Pitch dark, cramped beyond belief, and reeking of old ectoplasm.

Come to think of it, Danny was pretty sure he'd never washed this thing before. When he got out of here, that was going to change. It was disgusting. 

He wondered if the Fenton Thermos was dishwasher safe. 

It probably was, right? He'd dropped it in a pool once and it was fine, so the casing had to be water tight, and he couldn't think of a reason why heat would be a problem, since it was made of treated steel and not cheap plastic. Wait, would putting it through the dishwasher wash off the ecto-protective coating? Would it still be able to keep ghosts in?

He should ask his mom. She would know... probably. 

Then again, he'd never seen his parents clean any of their equipment either. Was carelessness genetic, or was it just not designed to be cleaned? That couldn't be sanitary.

...

Ugh, this was so boring.

Even if he could ignore the tight-squeeze, the darkness, and the smell, the boredom would soon overwhelm him.

Maybe if he kept his desk cleaner this wouldn't have happened.

Yeah, like that was gonna happen. Those empty chip bags and soda cans lived there. It was more their desk than his at this point. He couldn't just evict them because of his own selfish desires.

Danny squirmed, trying to get into an even slightly more comfortable position. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was going to be possible.

Annnnd... now his arm was starting to fall asleep.

Being trapped in the Fenton Thermos sucked eggs.

Oh, eggs.... His stomach growled. Skipping breakfast was a bad idea.

He hoped that someone would find him soon. He didn't even care if it was burglars breaking into his room or something. Hell, he would take Dash. He just wanted out of this damned thermos. Being stuck in here was way worse than being shoved in a locker.

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How long had it been?

Hours? Days?

Did time pass the same on the inside of the thermos as it did on the outside?

Wow, he must really be bored if he was contemplating the relative passage of time. He wasn't exactly a time kinda guy. Time was immutable, and none of his concern. He didn't like thinking about the past or the future. And anyone could attest that he didn't do a lot of thinking in the present either.

Danny was much more taken with space. Not just outer space, but linear movement and location, too.... Mostly outer space, though.

Being stuck in one place, without even the room to stretch his legs was agony.

He just wanted a little bit of space.

Wait. If someone moved him... would he know? Would he even be able to tell from inside the thermos?

What if someone saw the thermos and brought it down to his parents' lab? That was where Fenton tech was supposed to go most of the time, after all. Someone might see the thermos and assume it was in the wrong place, that Danny wasn't supposed to have it in his room at all.

Then, when his parents saw the thermos in their lab, they might hit the release button. And then Danny would be standing there in full Phantom form, right in front of his parents, in their lab, surrounded by their entire ghost hunting arsenal, and he'd be done for.

So maybe he did care who found him... just a little.

He hoped maybe Sam and Tucker would show up.

They'd definitely make fun of him for trapping himself in the first place, but he could deal with a little ribbing if it meant being found by people he trusted.

If Jazz found him, he'd be in for a long, annoying lecture about mindfulness and being more careful with technology that could cause him trouble. That would be a lot worse than being teased by his friends, but honestly, he would take that too. 

He just wanted out of the frying pan, hopefully not by way of the fire. Well, out of some kind of camping supply anyway, a thermos maybe, for example. Just spitballing here.

Suddenly, the pressure eased, and he was standing on his feet in the middle of his room. Across from him stood his sister, thermos in hand.

"Jazz!" he cheered. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you! Do have any idea how long I was trapped in there? What day is it?"

"Calm down, Danny" Jazz said, rolling her eyes. "You were only in there for about five minutes. Don't be so melodramatic.

"... Oh."

"I heard a thunk from your room, and came up here when you didn't respond to me asking if everything was okay," she explained. "Then I saw the thermos on the floor and figured out what must've happened. If you'd had to go fight a ghost, you would've brought it with you. 

"You know you really should be more careful with technology like this," she continued, her face growing stern. Here came the lecture. "You could end up getting in some real trouble with it. If I hadn't heard it fall, who knows how long you could have been stuck in there."

Danny groaned. He knew this was going to happen.

"Don't you groan, this is important! Are you listening to me?"

[cceanvvaves]

defying fate; i.ny

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: swearing, suggestive content

It was hard to fall in love when you were in the middle of a war.

It was even harder when the woman you fell in love with was the daughter of your father's enemy.

And worse, when so many factors forced you apart.

One, you were from warring families.

Two, you were a normal citizen, and she was a noble.

And three, she didn't harbor the same feelings.

Or so you thought.

You fought fiercely with Nayeon, fists determined to draw blood from her pretty face. Your lips were cracked and dry, your skin coated with sweat and grime. Labored panting escaped your lips, chest heaving. Heavy footsteps slammed against the battered soil as you escaped from the raging battle, Nayeon hot on your trail with an unsheathed knife clutched in her hand.

You raced through houses and flying insults from your father to hers, searching for a secluded area where you can hide.

You spotted a hill, far away enough from the two families where you could rest and catch your breath.

Climbing the hill hurriedly, you ignored the stinging pain from your cut-filled hand and shredded shirt.

Once you reached the top, you scanned the vicinity and were about to sit when a figure charged at you and pushed you down, blade pointing at your heart. Alarmed, you stretched out your arms to hold her wrists. Both of you wrestled, one desperate to cause pain and the other struggling to protect themself.  Nayeon caught you by surprise and pushed you down, swiftly resting the blade against your carotid artery.

"Hey," you rasped out. "careful, now. It's not fair that you've got a weapon and I have none."

"The world isn't fair," Nayeon spat. She straddled you as you lay defenseless on the ground, holding your hands in place above your head. She glared at you, anticipating your next move. You greedily took in her features. The stray strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead, tongue poking out in concentration, furrowed eyebrows and charming eyes staring deeply into yours. Reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, you let your lips curve up into a slight smile.

"I give up," you sighed, relaxing your body.

Giggling, Nayeon set you free and collapsed beside you, knife rolling a safe distance away.

The moon had tucked the sun to bed, taking its place and glowing at both of your faces. The stars weren't there for company tonight, so the sky was darker than usual. You could hear the faint screams coming from the village, hoping against hope that your father didn't do anything rash.

I'm sorry I left you, but I need some time alone.

"Hey," the girl beside you whispered, running a thumb along your lower lip and wiping off the dirt. "They'll be okay."

Nayeon's eyes traveled down to your leg, where a gash in your pants exposed a bloody knee. "Oh, goodness," she panicked. "Was this me? What do I do, what do I do?"

She fumbled with the hem of her shirt, successfully ripping off some cloth and tenderly wrapping it around your injured limb. You stared at the scarlet-stained grass as she worked on you, mind working nonstop, filled with thoughts of random things.

She's cute when she's worried.

"There," she said triumphantly, grinning and showing off her characteristic teeth. You smiled back, enjoying the silence that followed.

The bunny girl broke it with a question. "If I asked you something, would you answer it truthfully?"

You hummed. "Of course."

"If you died tomorrow, would you be able to say you're satisfied?" She didn't elaborate, but you understood. Are you happy lying in your bed tonight, knowing you might not be there the next day? Would you be able to say, confidently, that you've fulfilled your heart's desire?

You thought carefully. You detected the seriousness laced in her voice, and decided to answer wholeheartedly. "I'd say yes. I've lived. I've lived a lot, actually."

"What? But you only live once!"

"You only die once," you corrected. "But yes. I can say I'm satisfied. I've experienced joy and despair. I've felt pain and comfort. I know what it's like to love and be loved."

"I wish I could say the same," Nayeon muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd rather be a lover than a fighter. I've been hiding for too long, restraining myself for so long, I'm tired. I feel like a coward because I'm too scared to do what I most want to."

"Then do it," you said simply.

"It's not that easy."

"Still. Do it."

"Why?"

"Because if you died tomorrow, then you'd be sad." You two were touching shoulders now. Nayeon scooted even closer, her breath tickling your nose. Her eyes silently asked for permission. You tilted your head as a sign of approval, and she leaned in, claiming your lips with hers.

Your lips fit together with a perfect rhythm. Soft and slow, innocent, even. She pulled back after a quick second, making sure you were okay with it before diving in again. 

You met her eagerly half-way, crashing your lips harshly onto hers into a wet kiss. She moved to hover over you, trapping you in between her legs and desperate for your attention. It was no longer a chaste kiss. Your cold hands slithered under her shirt and traced patterns on her soft skin, causing her to gasp. Her hands found their way to the back of your neck, playing with your hair.

You could feel the way she shivered underneath your touch, your hands roaming and exploring every part of her body as your tongue darted out to tease. A quiet moan escaped her mouth and made you grip her waist firmly.

Her scent was the only thing entering your nostrils, intoxicating you and making you greedy for more. Her warmth was in contrast to the soft breeze that came. Your ears were filled with the soft noises of pleasure Nayeon made.

You broke it for a moment to catch your breath and went back, feeling the atmosphere get hotter and the tension between the two of you get thicker. Your mind was clouded with bliss and euphoria, finally doing something you've been dreaming of for so long.

Your hands slid down to rest on her thighs, her fingers accidentally tugging at your hair, prompting you to let out a soft gasp. You stopped, but only to trail kisses along Nayeon's throat, making her breath hitch and let out a whine, grabbing your shoulders desperately. "Fuck, don't stop," she breathed.

Reaching a certain spot, you gently bit down, releasing another moan from the girl on top of you. You pulled away to hold eye contact with her. Seeing the disappointment and betrayal in her eyes, you smirked. "Let's take this somewhere more private, shall we?"

[the-playpen]

PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL

actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-

the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.

the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie

i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.

although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.

if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.

and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.

i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr

and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?

jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.

prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]

[yandere-kittee]

Yandere! Experiment x Scientist!Reader.

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Note: I haven't posted in a long time, so have this as compensation. (I haven't finished writing my smut yet(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) )

❦Contains: Yandere behavior, platonic yandere, murder, manipulation, Gn! Reader, You are just called 'Mom'.

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You were horrified by the scene in front of you, even more when the reason for this scene was reaching out to you with such an Innocent smile.

"What's wrong Mom? Shouldn't you be happy that they won't seperate us anymore? " It asked you, staring up at you with blood splattered all over their face, their bloodied hands holding onto your white coat.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you raised a shaky hand, patting it's head, "Th-That's right, you did such a good job sweetie. " you said with a shaky voice, it was hard not to when you've just been scared out of your wits mind.

It's smile widens and buries it's head against your stomach, most definitely smearing blood onto your clothes, your glad for it because you didn't want them to see tears spill and run down your cheeks.

While they hug you, you had to watch with horrified eyes as you saw all of your colleagues dead mutilated bodies on the floor, blood and guts splattered everywhere, their deaths we're cruel and inhumane as the cause for their deaths hugs you.

This monster.

You honestly should've seen it coming, being nice to one of the experiments that the facility your working for kept, maybe because they resembled that of a child, so you wanted to be more nice to it.

So you treated it like any child you've encountered, you we're gentle and patient unlike the others, you treated it as if it was human, you played with it.

And sometimes you'll sneak it snacks that children around your place often liked.

At first, it was wary of you, because naturally, they haven't had the best treatment from scientists in this facility, they weren't very nice with the experiments, it only seemed natural to treat them as such because they were monsters, made to be weapons of mass destruction.

But within months of treating them like you would a child, they had warmed up to you, seeing you as a Parental Figure, to which the others seemed to notice because they we're more cooperative when you're with them.

And soon enough, they we're now under your care, you became a research scientist with a part time job as a babysitter.

They soon became clingy and didn't want you to leave them, "Don't leave me! " They exclaim while clinging onto your arm in desperation, "I won't be for long, I will just be taking a break and I'll come back. " You said.

"Why not just take it here? You said you wouldn't leave me. " They said, rubbing their face against your arm, Right, you did say that.

"Well, I can't exactly be able to. My lunch box is inside the cafeteria. " You said.

You often give them things you find outside the facility, to give them something that may remind them of the world outside, pretty rocks, flowers, and etc.

Their room became a safe space for the two of you.

Until it wasn't.

"Mom! " They beam, standing up from their position on the floor once you arrive with fresh warm food in your hands, they walk up to you and sniff the food, "What's this one called? " they ask curiously.

"It's carbonara. I found a recipe for it and thought you would like it. " You settle the dish on the table and go to grab plates and utensils, "I always like the things you make me. " They smiles, sitting down on the chair.

"That's great to hear. " You say, opening the drawer of utensils, your eyes landing on the sharp knife hidden away.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! I quite enjoyed writing this one, anyways, sorry for the late post!

[Requests are open]

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[sleepyangelkami]

INDIGNATION j.todd

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 3K

JASON TODD X FEM!READER  ☆ SUMMARY - the joker has tortured jason enough so he moves onto the thing he knows he loves the most.

 ☆ WARNINGS - angst, torturing, whump, blood and gore, ptsd, crowbar lol, beatings, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it was supposed to be a good night, one filled with laughter and excitement, those nervous grins across the table because even after so long, jason still managed to make you so utterly timid especially when it came to flirting. you loved the boy with your life as he did you, so the plan had been to spend the evening at a restaraunt of your choice though he knew anything you picked, he would adore.

but while it was supposed to be a lovely night spent with your boyfriend of three years, though you had been friends much longer than that, everything turned to a change. he knew he was a little late though you would hardly blame him for having to help dick grayson get ready for his own date, instead you'd smile and tell him it really wasn't a problem. you were always kind like that. so you waited for him, outside of the restaraunt by yourself.

you supposed, looking back on it you perhaps shouldn't have waited outside alone in a summers dress within the black amiss of the gotham streets, it wasn't safe and the vigilante had warned you of such over and over, you supposed it was your fault after all that you were now in the situation you were in.

it all happened so fast, he approached you on his motorcycle, a sloppy grin on his face as it matched your own, you remembered kissing him softly and that was one of the last things you remembered before a sharp blow to the back of your head.

and now, as the man sat strapped to a chair the only thing on his mind was the unconscious girl in front of him, he didn't care for what would happen to him for he knew nothing could be worse than loosing you, his love. he knew who it was, the joker, he'd never truly leave even when jason prayed to any sort of god above that he would. he was always watching, like a stalker behind a camera, lurking though the man supposed it wouldn't be too hard to find out about you seeing as it had been all over the papers, the son of bruce wayne, supposedly died, dating the daughter of his fathers best friend.

"c'mon, princess, you gotta wake up." though he wanted to reach out, to push the hair away from your bloodied cheek that it was sticking too, you had fallen and cut your face yet nothing happened to him, why had the joker kept him if he weren't going to do anything aside from knocking him out and dragging him to your whereabouts. he cursed as he looked down at the restraints, holding him into the chair so he couldn't lift his arm.

it was the splutter of a cough that had his head instantly springing up from where it hung, eyes instantly surveying your form as you, weakly, attempted to sit up though with great difficulty due to your own restraints, chaining you to the stone wall behind you, it was damp on your back like a cloth dipped in water. the first feeling was confusion, the next was fear, and after that you weren't too sure what came up albeit you were sure it was more than five emotions mixed together. "jay?" a feeble rasp, the back of your throat felt like sandpaper.

"i'm here, baby, right here." confused, hazy, eyes glancing towards him where he sat wishing for nothing more than to allow himself out of the restraints, to hold you in his arms. he was a vigilante, he had seen a lot of fear in his life but on your face, he was sure that the emotion was enough to make a grown man cry, enough to make him swallow the lump at the back of his throat, apparently. "I'm gonna get out of here, 'kay? just gotta hold on." attempting to scratch the restraints against the seat he was shoved into, hoping they'd rip open but the attempt worked to no avail.

a night supposed to be filled with laughter and happiness, so why did tears coat your eyes? why did you back yourself against the wall only to glance up at your wrists, tied in some sort of cuffs that looked to be something one would only see in a tv werewolf show, then you remembered it was real life, that the blood surrounding your wrists from accidentally pulling a little too hard.

the sound of loud doors creaking had both the lovers heads turning, fear written all over them. "I see you have both awoken, good, it was getting a little boring all by myself." and a shrill laugh that had your body sinking into the wall further. you had always known of the joker, the man that had taken away the love of your life once but never, had you seen the man, sure on tv or on the newspaper but not in real life, not so close to you. "and what do we have here, a scared little doe?" You tried to back your face away when dirtied, calloused hands came in contact with your chin, holding it in place sternly. you were scared, terrified, even but even so you did everything you could to hide it on your face, unfortunately, you were never a great actress.

"let her go." the words gritted through the mans teeth, he was furious, he had never had a bigger indignation for someone other than the man in front of him, his hands on his loves face. "do whatever the fuck you want to me but let her go." but he wouldn't beg, he never did before and he certainly wouldn't begin now. he didn't miss the way your eyes flickered with distress because as utterly petrified as you were, you were double times for the love of your life. you had lost him once, it would never happen again.

this didn't seem to frighten the joker nor did he halt, instead, he roughly let go of your jaw in which you stared up at him in terror. it had occured to you that you were never often scared for yourself, usually, you were worrying about your lover and now as you sat on the cold ground, all you could do is stare. your mouth didn't open nor did your eyes blink, you just stared. you always wondered if you'd have a fight or flight instinct but never would you have guessed it would be to freeze. "how romantic, the knight ready to give himself up for the princess." a grin on the mans face, his makeup almost embedded into his skin.

"she's not a part of this-" but the joker was quick to shut the man down.

"oh, but she is." seemingly more serious than before, you didn't like this look, suddenly his laughs and grinned seemed so much less scarier than his serious, stern expression. "you knew she was as soon as you asked her to be yours." the jokers eyes moved from jason's to yours. "and now she'll pay the price for your idiocy. i mean, the papers, the news, you didn't really think no one would find out?" and his shrill laugh back, a giggle but not one filled with joy or happiness, one with a set goal to strike you with terror. "you're the reason she's here, you're the reason she's going to die, not today, maybe not this week, this month, maybe not even this year but the girl will die." turning his stern glance back to your boyfriend. "and her blood will be on your hands." and suddenly something struck jason todd, a strong, careless vigilante that people looked to when they needed a cold opinion, now he sat in the chair and his own stomach doubling over because for once in his life, the joker was right. jason todd would be the death of you, and he couldn't prevent it. "now... where were we?"

the sight, joker standing above your body, unmercifully beating your limp body with something sat in between his fingers, gripped harshly. but for a second, jason couldn't hear your pleas for him to stop, he couldn't hear your whimpers and attempts to get away from the man that so cruelly beat your body for his eyes had attached to something else. a crowbar, sitting harshly in his hands. a crowbar, possibly the very same one. but it didn't matter to jason for the only thing on his mind, he wouldn't let what happened to him happen to you, he couldn't. he wouldn't.

"hey! get the fuck off her!" but his shouts working to no avail. "don't fucking touch her!" attempting to shove his leg out, trying with everything he could to hit the joker in some way but he couldn't, he was too far away and all he could hear was your whimpers and sobs, begging the man to stop. "stop it!" but he couldn't help the glass that coated his eyes. he remembered this all too well, he couldn't re live the past but he gladly would if it meant you being safe. you were yelping, gasping and crying, but your body could hardly get away from the man covered in makeup, standing in a purple suit as if he were anything important.

it was jason's fault, all his fault, he should have left you out of this, you never should have been involved yet here he sat, his own voice choked, he couldn't do anything, he wasn't in control and there you lay, getting a beating for simply being in love with him. it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair in the slightest. y/n l/n the sweetest soul on the planet, according to jason, anyway, the girl with the gentlest of touches and the softest of voice, and the worst about it as he knew you lay, weeping and hyperventilating, he knew that in the back of your mind. you were relieved. because your lover was safe, a beating would hurt but nothing could beat the pure agony of the night jason todd was taken away from you.

your cries had begun to slow down, all jason could hear was the sharp intake of breaths as one landing followed the next, he couldn't see you, the joker being in the way of your body but he could only imagine the damage done to your pretty skin. "She won't die to today." the joker appeared to be out of breath as he raised himself from the previous position, his back still facing the man. "but she won't live forever, we both know that." jason's face twisting into some expression to keep himself from letting out the lump that had gathered at the back of his throat though his eyes still covered in tears that had been for you, the sound of your sobs echoing the room. "keep her guarded, while you can." and the joker had the impertinence to laugh. "sorry about that, dollface, nothing personal." as he bent down to stroke your hair from your face, jason heard you let out a whimper, he jolted forward in his chair. "just needed to teach the big boy here a lesson, a gift for your co-operation." as he dropped two keys on the ground in front of you.

for some sick, twisted reason the joker was merely expecting.... a thank you. so he waited, his face watching yours expecting for you to praise him, to adore him for letting you live. you were the kindest in the world, for the man that had killed your husband to be, you could spare nothing but honesty. "fuck you." and for a second, jason had been the proudest of you he had ever been, that was when his face twisted once more, realising that the joker wouldn't have taken such words lightly.

"bitch." slashing your face with something that jason could not see. he held your face up by your hair, pulling harshly on the roots. "you're lucky to be alive now, don't make me regret my decisions." but he needed her to stay alive so jason todd could live in fear, the fear that one day she would be snatched from his grasp, now, however, was not the time because he was sure that jason todd simply wasn't scared enough yet. jason watched as the joker slowly stood, turning to face him. "we'll meet again, the next time i won't be so kind." and that was all he had said before leaving the cold, damp room, the two lovers sat atop stone themselves, alone.

jason couldn't wait to look, he needed to see, he had to apprehend the damage. but as soon as his eyes laid on your body, he was almost upset with himself for looking. you were propped up against the wall, your long chained hands on the ground, your head hanging low but what jason could see from his angle, there was blood, too much blood. yet two keys sat in front of you, the jokers 'gift' had been your ticket straight out of there. "princess, fuck, okay you're gonna be okay, i- fuck." he was stressing, the keys so close to your body yet you were too feeble to take them, to unlock you both but if you stayed still any longer you were sure to pass out. "baby, listen to me, can you hear me?" the panic rising in his voice. a raspy hum in response but your vision completely blurred. "you need to get the keys, get us out of here and let me take you to the hospital, can you do that, sweetheart? c'mon i know you can, you're strong, angel, we both know that." that was something you certainly not, but he was trying to be encouraging, after all you supposed it was your fault you were here in the first place.

your hand reached out, slowly, wearily but nonetheless it reached out. jason could barely see the blood that coated your hand as you grasped the key into your hand, shoving it into the lock of your handcuffs. you unlocked yourself and just as you did so, your arms felt slightly limp. if there was one thing jason knew about you, it was that you were determined, so much so it annoyed him at times how utterly stubborn you were but in the end he loved it with every inch of him. "good girl, c'mon angel can you bring the other key over here? fuck, i'm so proud of you." but you knew it was nothings, to attempt to coax you into freeing him of the restraints.

you had the other key in your hand and somehow, you had made it to his chair, you weren't sure if you had crawled or staggered, you couldn't remember how your body moved from the wall to the centre of the room where jason todd sat in a chair, tied in restraints as you had, and you certainly weren't sure how you had managed to get a key stuck straight into his handcuffs.

it was now that you were close, now that your proximity defied you, you couldn't run, he could see every bruise that tattered your face, a large gash running across your cheek, and all up your arms was more bruises and grazes but he didn't miss how the blood soaked through your dress. your fragile, gentle body littered with so much danger, jason todd had never hated himself more and he could only assume you hated him the same, judging by the way you had not yet met his eyes, not yet said a word.

when his hands finally fell free they came to grab you, gently yet firmly as you practically fell limp. he shoved himself off the chair in an instant, crouching down to the ground with your body, holding you oh so close. he wrapped his arms around you, holding your head to his chest. he would save you but for a second he needed to hold you. to remind himself that you were here, alive, he wasn't sure if it would be the last time he ever would. how could you not hate him? it was all his fault, he was sure that after tonight, he'd never see you again, and how could he blame you?

he was expecting you to shove him away with the little strength you had left, maybe stay silent or perhaps you would raise your voice, he would have if be it he was in your position. however, what he hadn't expected was another whimper as you shoved your head into his chest and the next words to fall from your lips. "i'm sorry." sorry? you? why would you possibly be sorry? "i shouldn't have made you come to dinner, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, s-so stupid." but nothing could ease your sobs as you clung to the larger man.

"hey, hey, sweetheart none of this is your fault." as he pushed your face out of his shoulder with his hands, staring right into your beautiful eyes that looked so saddened, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you scrunched your brows together. "okay, i fucked up, i never should have left you alone and i won't do it again okay just please- fuck just dont- dont leave me." and he knew how selfish it was to ask of you, to stay with the man that was sure to ruin your life but he wouldn't, not as long as he could help it for he would cling to you for the rest of your life, if you let him.

you shook your head, allowing the silent tears to continue to make their way down your cheeks. "'won't leave. 'wont ever leave." and once again your hands clung to him, like he would disappear if you had let go. he left once, you would never allow that to happen again. "jay, e-everything hurts." everything burned, right through your skin and you couldn't help but shake in his hold.

"fuck- i know baby, i'm gonna save you 'kay? promise." and he did just that. jason todd. some said he was a hero. others say he's a villain. some say that he was once a hero and turned bad others say he was never good to begin with.

but with you? jason had never done anything but save you. an everlasting hero.

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Omg omg! Weird thought: SELKIE DARL.

mini rundown: selfies are supernatural seals that can turn into gorgeous humans when they shed their skin/coat. Buutt, if a human takes their coat, they usually end having to marry said human.

I imagine Chuuya and Akutagawa wouldn’t our right take to coat at first. Maybe they become friends and soon they find themselves catching feeling for the selkie. They’ll probably take the coat and hide it out of guilt. Offer to help selkie darl. But they soon find out and fight ensues.

With Dazai and Fyodor they might just watch you from afar at first and then straight up take the coat and trap you. You have no choice to get married ti them do you? After the marriage thing, they might threaten to or even go through with tearing the coat and permanently stoping you from turning to your seal form and wining away.

Buut, if you do manage to get you coat and leave? What would happen then?

i've read about selkies before but i'm not familiar with everything about them, so if i get anything wrong here do let me know :>

cw: yandere characters (chuuya, akutagawa, dazai, fyodor), obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, threats, imprisonment, forced marriage

chuuya sees you slip out of your skin one night, and he's mesmerized. of course, he isn't stupid enough to fall for someone just because of their otherworldly beauty, even if he knew they were actually something not human. what really gets him is when he starts seeing you around town in your human form, all smiling and friendly to everyone around you—including him, though the both of you were virtually strangers. you're so sweet to him, despite not knowing him, when you see him around your eyes light up and you get excited and he finds it...cute. in this scenario, you're more likely to fall for him first. after all, he's stunning, and it helps that he's so elusive; the mysterious air around him definitely adds to the appeal.

you were too good to him, especially since you had no idea of all the sinister things he was planning, but he would be lying if he said he hated the attention. eventually, he can't hide his feelings back, and even if you reciprocate, he insists it's for the best that you hand over your coat. what if someone took it, or hurt you because of it? at least, it'd always be safe with chuuya. you could trust him, you know.

akutagawa would be the opposite; he falls for you before knowing you weren't human. he's also taken by you, your personality, your friendliness—even if you don't like him in that way, he falls for you, and hard. it just so happens one day that he learns about your secret, and without thinking, when your back was turned, he swoops in and runs off with your coat.

you might realize he has it, perhaps he tells you he found something on the shore, not making it obvious he knew it was yours. you wouldn't want him to know you weren't human, so you decide the next best thing was to get him to gift it back to you. he did say he might save it as a gift for someone special in the future, and you could easily weasel your way to that spot with him being more than aware of your intentions but just as happy. regardless, akutagawa holds it from you for as long as he can, frantically searching for ways to forcefully keep you by his side because he knows you'd take it and disappear if he gave you your coat back. it's possible he might destroy it if he finds no other way. i don't think it's possible to escape in this scenario because akutagawa pulls all the stops (including destroying your coat) to make sure you stay with him.

dazai...he approaches you out of curiosity at first. you'd have foolishly switched into your human/seal form in a place where he had seen you, which is how he learned about your true identity. he's mostly only curious about you, at least, at first. he had no idea that such creatures existed and he wants to know more. dazai makes it clear from the start that he knows all about you, and stalks you constantly so that you couldn't hide from him. if it comes to a point where he thinks he likes you too much to risk you running off or going back to the sea, especially since he still has so many unanswered questions, dazai can easily find and steal your coat, leaving you at his mercy. and then, at every small mishap, he's all like, "i hope nothing happens to your coat!" and it's torture because you know he would easily go through with his threats. after all, he has nothing to lose from it.

for fyodor, i think similarly to chuuya it might be that selkie! reader falls for him first. i'm thinking, maybe a little mermaidesque thing where you're like wow humans are so cool and fyodor just happens to be walking by (pure coincidence! of course he hadn't been watching you for long before that and knew that you thought humans were interesting! of course not!) fyodor just has that charm about him.

he pretends to catch you staring at him one day, pretends to be startled by your presence. and it's worth it when your shocked expression meets his feigned one. it's easy for fyodor to start an unlikely friendship with you though he's not very talkative or expressive, you're satisfied with his company. and you trust him enough to not suspect him when one day your coat is missing and you're stuck in your human form. fyodor swoops in to help you, offering you shelter and food while he promises to find your coat.

obviously, the truth quickly comes to light when you realize it was fyodor with your coat all along. it's not like you can fight him when he's got a literal part of you that you need to return to your family in hand. he doesn't take any chances and destroys it at once, trapping you with him and dooming you to a miserable future forever.

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Day 20–Squirting

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: oral, fem receiving, fingering, cursing, squirting

Word Count: 1k

For you, falling in love with Aaron had been as easy as walking, or talking. You realized quickly that you would fall in love with him, and he had done the same, which only made the two of you grow closer much quicker. Aaron made it obvious that he wanted you around as much as possible and you'd never deny him, so it had happened as naturally as you would expect when you spend all of your free time getting to know someone.

Aaron had easily become your best friend, which meant that there was an abundance of trust in your relationship. You were sure that he was the one for you, and in return there were no secrets among you. You told him everything and vice versa, late nights exchanging information, talks about anything that came across your mind. On this night in particular, Aaron was particularly touchy, laying in your lap, gripping your thighs as he looked up at you.

"You're so good to me. I hope you know I think I'm the luckiest man in the world," he leaned up to kiss you, his hands creeping under your t-shirt to touch the bare skin underneath. You'd skipped underwear entirely when getting ready for bed, and when he realized it, his fingers immediately latched onto your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you told him, combing your fingers through his hair as he sat up, bringing his hand to your face long enough to brush his thumb across your bottom lip. He kissed you once more before parting your legs wide, licking his lips as he exposed your soaked center.

"Absolutely drenched, all for me, isn't that right?"

He ran a teasing finger through your slick before letting you getting comfortable against the pillows. He rubbed his hands along your legs and thighs before massaging them gently, letting out a low groan as his eyes raked over you once more.

"All yours," you promised him, watching with wide eyes as his fingers fell to your center, his thumb against your bundle of nerves with the slightest amount of pressure, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive flesh.

"Do you trust me?"

You didn't hesitate to nod back at him as he slipped a finger inside of you, making you whine at the growing pressure in your stomach. His brown was raised as he looked to you, finger pumping in and out of you, coating his digits with your arousal.

"I would love to see you make a mess. Can I make you cum all over me?" You couldn't help your mouth falling open but you nodded curiously anyway, unsure if your body would cooperate or not, but if anyone could make it happen, it was Aaron. He knew your body better than you, often working tirelessly to make you feel good, in ways you'd never imagined before.

"How?" You wanted nothing more than to make him happy, you just weren't sure how you could help, if there was even anything you could do, or if it all depended on Aaron. His finger never stopped moving in and out of you, curling incredibly against your g-spot as he touched you so casually; he just wanted to be near you, to be as close to you as possible.

"Let me worry about that. Your first instinct will be to resist it—when you feel it coming, I need you to let go, okay? Don't hold back, baby," he quickly disappeared between your thighs to suck at your clit, taking it between his lips before slipping another finger inside of you. Aaron promised to guide you through it, so you weren't nervous at all—if anything, you were simply excited for the new experience, hoping to give him a night he could remember for ages to come. His free hand made its way to your stomach, applying a tiny bit of pressure. It was enough to make a difference for certain—it had your brain white hot, your mind reeling at how something so simple could make such an impact on your body.

"You're safe with me, okay? It's going to feel so good for you, baby. I'll help you through everything," you knew you had nothing to worry about; Aaron would absolutely take care of you under any circumstances.

"Feels so good," you croaked, your vision cloudy as you kept your eyes focused on him—he was relentless against your core, his fingers and mouth working in perfect rhythm and you could only lay there, completely surrendered to him. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming—your lip was swollen from keeping it between your teeth, biting down harshly to keep the moans at bay.

"I'm going to go a little faster—is that okay?"

You nodded profusely, and soon enough his fingers were slipping into you much quicker, covered in your slick as his smile grew wide, his tongue wildly lapping at your clit. He was exactly right, you felt the indescribable pressure, the foreign feeling creeping over you before you could make sense of it. You didn't fight it, you took a deep breath and grabbed onto his shoulders, and in seconds, your thighs were soaked, Aaron's chin glistening in the lamp light as he made his own groan of satisfaction, licking his lips as he scanned your features to make sure you were okay.

"That was incredible," you missed, still a bit shaky but you were recovering quickly. You hadn't ever felt anything like that, and you had a feeling you weren't done, not by a long shot.

"You did so good, sweetheart. Let's do it again."

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