#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 very dark and heavy fic, if you find any of the warnings triggering, please do not read. Happy Halloween! 18+ only. Men 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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[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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[anyasathenaeum]

hi,, i don't see many fics like this, b-but what do you think ab pregnant sex w vash? 👉👈 *drops mic and runs away

A/N: GODDAMN YES, YES, YES. THIS IS A BRILLIANT IDEA. PERFECT. THANK YOU ANON, MY BRAIN IS NOW ALL ABOUT THIS

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader, reader is able to be pregnant, mentions of pregnancy, nsfw writing, smut to the max, female terms are used, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (even though reader is already pregnant, PRACTICE SAFE SEX PEOPLE), super soft Vash, Vash has a huge thing for pregnant!reader

To say you weren't expecting this to happen was an understatement.

Neither you nor Vash had been aware that human-plant hybrids could exist, and so, when you discovered you were pregnant, it had been a shock to you both.

Your body had begun to adjust, and given that your baby was a hybrid, your pregnancy had been progressing differently than a typical human pregnancy - your baby was growing faster, forcing your body to adjust faster and more intensely than it would've with a regular pregnancy.

Vash had become extremely protective of you as your pregnancy continued and your baby grew, his near-constant hovering a sign of his love and worry for you as you carried his child. He always ensured to be near you, showering you in love and affection, doing his best to take care of you in every possible way.

"(Y/N), you're not supposed to lift anything heavy! Here, let me do that!"

"Mayfly, don't stand on a stool like that! What if you fall?! You could really hurt yourself and the baby!"

"What can I do, my love? How can I make things easier for you?"

However, what you also hadn't anticipated, was how attractive Vash seemed to find you now that you were pregnant, your belly swollen with his child. His hands were always on you in some way - resting protectively over your belly, pressed to the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, gently massaging the back of your neck, Vash always had to be touching you somehow.

And in bed? Vash was insatiable.

"V-Vash! H-Hah, slow down, I- sensitive!"

Vash's tongue continue to swirl around your sensitive bud after already drawing several orgasms from you, his fingers continuing to stretch you open and thrust into you simultaneously, stoking the fire of desire deep within you yet again.

Your hands had long since buried themselves into Vash's hair, tugging on the roots hard enough to get Vash to moan into your pussy, pulling a moan from you in turn.

"S-Sorry, Mayfly, you just- you taste so good. Can't get enough of you."

Vash's eyes were wide and filled with desire and want as he looked up at you, as well as something softer - love, and tenderness, and a kind of deep-rooted happiness, despite the fact that his mouth and chin were coated in your slick. He couldn't help but smile at you warmly, as if he wasn't in the middle of eating you out like you were the first meal of a starved man.

You could feel the heat rising to your face as Vash gazed at you, especially when you saw Vash's gaze drift to your swollen belly, a fire evident in his eyes. Something about you like this, in his bed, your belly round with his child, drove Vash to the edge, a single word echoing over and over in his mind as his desire for you grew and grew and grew: "Mine."

"Vash... please..."

Your voice was whiny and desperate for him, begging him to continue touching you, to feel him against you, in you.

"Patience, my love, patience," Vash replied, snapping out of his trance with a gentle smile on his face.

Vash took great care as he adjusted you, tucking a pillow beneath your hips to shift your belly to your side, "I want you as comfortable as possible, Mayfly."

Of course, despite Vash's desire and increasing need for you, he was still kind and caring and loving, putting you above all else.

"I love you, Vash," You whispered to him gently, reaching up to caress his face with a gentleness Vash had never felt before, a tenderness so genuine that it brought tears to his eyes.

"I love you, too, Mayfly. My love... my (Y/N)."

Vash took your hand in his much larger one as he spoke softly, pressing the gentlest of kisses to the palm of your hand before pressing your hand up against his cheek. He let his eyes flutter shut as he reveled in your touch, at how much love Vash felt for you and just how badly he wanted to give you every possible thing in life.

"Yours," You panted softly, reaching down with your other hand to stroke Vash's cock oh so gently, "I'm yours, Vash."

Vash twitched as soon as he felt your hand on his cock, and he bit down on his lip to stifle the moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your touch. Every time you touched him, Vash felt like it was the first time all over again - his body reacted to you like it was, becoming highly sensitive to your touch, to your scent, to your warmth, to you.

"H-Hah! Mayfly, I-I-"

"Shh," You cooed gently, stroking his cock a bit more firmly, feeling precum leaking from his tip as you did so, "Let me feel you, Vash."

Vash couldn't help but whimper at your words, his desire feeling amplified as he watched you touch him, as he watched you make him feel so good, your gaze warm and loving and yet, still filled with desire for him.

You could feel Vash's cock twitch in your hands, and that, paired with the whimpers and moans and gasps escaping Vash's lips, let you know that he was getting close to release. And so, you quickly let go of him.

"(Y/N)!"

The whine that Vash let out was desperate and soft, causing you to squeeze your thighs together in anticipation and desire. You gave Vash a few moments to come back down and away from the edge, before taking him in your hand again and lining him up with your entrance, letting his cock brush through your folds and feel how soaked you were.

You could see Vash's eyes widen as he felt how wet you were for him, and you couldn't help but smirk a little as you watched how his eyes got even bigger as he slipped into you at last.

"Ha-ah!"

A broken gasp escaped Vash at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, your warm walls squeezing him and enveloping him in the most intimate and perfect way. You let out a moan as Vash sheathed himself all the way inside you, the feeling of his cock stretching you out overwhelming you.

"V-Vash!"

You couldn't help but call to him as he began to thrust gently, taking care not to move too hard or too fast so as to not jostle you or your belly too badly.

"(Y/N)! G-God, (Y/N), you feel incredible," Vash babbled against your lips as he continued to thrust into you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of you tightening around him, "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). So beautiful. You look so beautiful carrying my child, (Y/N), God, s-so beautiful."

Vash felt your pussy clench down hard on him as he spoke, and he couldn't help but moan and move a little bit faster, a little deeper, all his thoughts and emotions and words spilling forth without him being able to stop himself.

"S-So beautiful, (Y/N), you're beautiful like this, belly swollen with my child, with our child, so beautiful, y-you're amazing, I-I love you, (Y/N), God, I love you! I love you so much!"

"I love you, V-Vash!" You moaned out in reply, feeling your body tensing as your orgasm approached once again, your fingers intertwining with Vash's by your head. You couldn't help but turn your head and kiss his fingers gently as he continued to thrust into you, cries of pleasure escaping you both.

"O-Oh, God, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna cum, I-"

"Vash!" You cried out, feeling your orgasm hit you full force as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your pussy to clench down on Vash so tightly that it immediately sent him over the edge, too.

"I love you, (Y/N), I love you," Vash mumbled as he kissed you passionately, feeling himself spill into you as his orgasm washed over him, his seed coating your walls.

Once you both calmed down, Vash slowly withdrew, allowing himself to collapse next to you as he panted softly, his arms pulling you into him and enveloping you in his gentle embrace.

"I love you so much, Vash," You mumbled against his skin, resting your head against him as you tried to catch your breath, just enjoying the feeling of Vash's skin against yours.

You felt Vash brushing your hair away from your face as he gazed down at you, his eyes filled with such love and tenderness that it warmed you down to your soul.

"I love you, too. You mean everything to me, (Y/N). You're my world," Vash whispered to you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving his hand down to your belly, caressing it gently, "You both are. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. I promise."

[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.

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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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[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.

...

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?"

[sleepytime-fics]

Whatever You Do, Don’t Get Attached - Chapter 1

Warnings: minor kidnapping, injury

Summary: You just wanted to get through the day. Why did your friends dare everyone to try that fruit?

Maybe it had chemicals that made you hallucinate. Yeah, that has to be right. There's no way that you're in a kids show about mutant turtle teens that just so happen to be trained in ninjitsu. Yeah. Definitely.

But life liked to throw curveballs at you. And now you're stuck. Now all you have to do is not get attached. Because they're not real.

And maybe.... You're not real anymore, either...

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The past few days have been… interesting to say the least.

Yes, you're thankful that Dale and his mom took you in oh so kindly. But… that was probably the best thing that happened to you all week.

First of all, it turns out everyone was just as short as they seemed in the show. While you're thankful that you've seemed to have gotten shorter, you were still 5'6", also known as still taller than seemingly ¾ of the NYC population. So, even if you weren't panicking about literally everything about your current situation, you'd still stick out like a sore thumb.

After you'd woken up on your first official morning in 2-dimensional hell, you were greeted with the fact that you'd have to enroll in school. Because you simply had to. Doesn't matter you knew nearly everything you'd have to learn that year, you still had to take it. Dale's mother was at least kind enough to help you shop (or at least give you money to, she didn't want you spending the money you already had, bless her soul.)

While out shopping, you were floored by the sheer amount of variety the shopping mall offered. Punk? Had that. Cottagecore? There’s a store for that. Literally any way you wanted to dress, you could. You looked like a kid in a candy store, trying on clothes after clothes after clothes.

After choosing your (incredible) wardrobe, you decided to work on gathering some school supplies. It’s not like you had much of a choice, seeing as though it was kinda decided without you. It seemed so much duller, even if everything was so vibrant your eyes wanted to melt out. It was most likely because school was just that draining, that it affected even perfect-world fictional 2D teenagers too.

When you returned to the apartment, Parker, Dale’s mother, had told you that you’d have only 2 more days of no school because apparently the school was ‘excited for a new student’. You were pretty sure this was just a punishment for bull-shitting your way through your last school year though. So after eating a love-filled meal, you immediately flopped down on the couch with a groan and fell asleep.

On the third day, Parker suggested that you tag along with Dale on his way to school so that you’d know your way, and then you could explore before returning. Now if this were the real world, you would’ve sworn she’d wanted you dead. Fortunately, this was a cartoon world. Meaning New York was much more safe than the real one, if you ignore the literal supervillains.

The trip with Dale wasn’t… bad, per say… It was just a bit uncomfortable being shoved up next to an acquaintance at best by a bunch of strangers on the NYC subway, but you couldn’t complain much. When the two of you arrived at the school, it was almost disturbing at how clean the outside looked. You briefly wondered if school really was tiring out these teenagers after all, but you turned and left before you let yourself think too hard on that.

Exploring wasn’t too bad, you were thankful for the lack of muggers in the alleyways. Everything was so bright and happy, but still just as busy as real New York City. You dodged and weaved through crowds on the sidewalk, gawking at all the sights to see. Everything looked so pristine and clean-cut, like a ‘glass half-full’ version. Street vendors had lines going around blocks, and performers had piles upon piles of cash in their respective instrument cases. Even good ole’ Lady Liberty looked like she just had a fresh coat of copper-green paint put on her.

While you had noticed a theft going on, it was just the Foot Clan stealing paper. At least you figured out what part of the series you’re in. You began to call out, telling someone to call the authorities, but you were caught by Foot Lieutenant. Instead of acting like a normal thief though, he kinda just glared at you. You glared back, about to call out again when he started to make paper origami. Remembering that not only would this make a villain, but it would also absolutely kick your ass, you swiftly backed off. You’d like to keep your second chance at life a little longer, thank you very much.

Now you are on the fourth day of being in this weird cartoon version of Earth. You wake up with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Glancing over at the clock on the wall, you see it reads 8:48 am. Deciding it’s a good enough time to start the day, you throw your blanket off of you to force yourself to wake up. After laying there for a good five minutes, you finally get up, walking over to the bathroom to freshen up. You quickly hop into the shower, making sure to keep the water on the colder side so as to not rack up the nice lady’s bills.

After stepping out of the shower, drying off and putting on some clothes, you go back into the bathroom to finish up. You splash your face with lukewarm water, washing your face with a cleansing soap. As you were putting on some face lotion, a sweet voice came through the door.

“Are you hungry, sweetie?” Parker’s voice sang. You smile to yourself, glad to have been lucky enough to end up in her home.

“Yeah, but don’t feel like you have to make me breakfast!” You quickly reply, rubbing in the face lotion. You rinse off the extra, drying your hand on the hand towel hanging off the wall.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’ve already got breakfast made, hun!” Parker continued, “Dale already left for school a while ago, but I re-heated some leftovers for you!” You could practically feel her smile through the closed door, she’s so sweet.

You open the bathroom door, walking quickly to the kitchen where Parker was finishing up plating your breakfast.

“Now I have to go, so eat as much as you like! Enjoy, dear!” Parker said, grabbing her purse off of the table. You thank her graciously, waving her off as she exited the apartment. The food was delicious, as always. As you eat, you try to plan out your day. Since it's the last free day you have, you decide to try and explore the city more, and possibly get a few ‘thank you’ gifts as well.

Once you finish up, you wash off everything you used, as well as every other dirty dish. By the time you finally leave the apartment, it’s already 10 am. Better late than never , you think, making you have everything you need before locking the apartment door behind you.

Descending the complex’s stairs, you pull out the tiny map that you snagged from a vendor’s station. The map only has a few things marked on it, mainly tourist attractions, but you already have a plan on how to use it. After finding the closest attraction to the apartment complex, you simply highlighted the route to the gray square that represented your building. You smirk to yourself, proud of your innovation skills.

As you opened the door to the outside world, a gentle breeze hit your face. You smile, as the weather couldn’t possibly be more pleasant. You gently tuck the map back into your pocket, making your way towards the main road. The bustling city almost intimidated you, but you nod as you remember your path back. You quickly fell in line with the local New York citizens, letting the wave of the crowd guide you. You glanced around as you walked, admiring how the buildings towered over you and the other pedestrians.

…

You had been walking so long that your legs burned. It was fun at first, visiting plenty of vendors, magicians, artists and such. Unfortunately for you, you had one major oversight; saving enough energy to get back… well to the apartment.

Your phone was still broken, and while you did have money it certainly wasn’t enough to get it repaired and especially not replaced. Therefore, you couldn’t call Dale or Parker to come fetch you. While taking the subways sounded appealing, just the thought of having to read all those complex routes had you sweating.

And so, you gave in and began to walk back. The sun was already setting, and it felt as though you weren’t making any progress. Just as you were about to sit on a bench to rest, a bright orange and blue blur shot past you. Dazed, you nearly completely toppled over. You had almost thought you imagined it, until you saw two large men running towards you. Very familiar men, at that.

One was bald, with warm brown skin and a tiny brown goatee. The other had curly red-orange hair tied back into a tight bun, with a long and thin mustache. Not only did they both have colored jumpsuits on, blue and red respectively, but they also carried dogs in pouches you only saw parents of babies use when they don’t want to use a stroller.

The most prominent thing about them, though, was that you couldn’t see their eyes. You felt shivers as you realized that this was the first scene of ‘Mystic Mayhem’ , something you did not want a part in.

You quickly tried to move out of the way, but they still shoved you down and out of the way. You fell with a grunt, but your eyes immediately widened as you saw your tiny map fly out of your pocket and follow the two men. You curse in your mind, quickly standing up and dusting yourself off to go chase that flying paper.

No matter how fast you ran, the paper was always just out of your reach. As the men shoved the poor civilians of New York, you sprinted right behind them. It was only when they turned into an alleyway that you literally dived to grab the map. You celebrated under your breath until you heard the men approach you. You lean up, looking up at the towering people above you. They glared, and you shrunk back. You begin to crawl backwards, hoping that they’ll ignore you.

They have to, because what if they don’t run into the turtles? You wanted absolutely nothing to do with this world, and you wanted even less to critically alter it. Sadly, this place just seemed to love to play with you, because you weren’t getting out of this situation that quickly. You gulped as the men began to discuss you.

“Baron Draxum needs a test subject, would this creature not be viable?” The blue-clad villain asked.

“They have seen far too much, we would need to dispose of them anyway.” The orange one replied.

“H-hey,” You spoke, gaining their attention once again. “I swear, I won’t tell anyone what you guys are doing. I promise, over my life.” You stutter out.

The pair exchanged glances, and you couldn’t even blink before they had you tied up and strung over the orange one’s shoulder. You try to wriggle free, but they’re far too strong.

You started to sweat as you suddenly heard familiar voices. Specifically those of Brandon Mychal Smith, Josh Brener, and Kat Graham, A.K.A. Michelangelo, Donatello, and April O’Neil A.K.A. the very group of characters you definitely did NOT want to meet.

“OOOH! HUMANS!!” You heard Raphael yell, followed by a comical zipping sound, “Initiate plan H.” he continued in a hushed voice.

“Uhm, excuse me, sirs!” You heard Leonardo say, in a horrible ‘nerd’ voice, “Can you direct us to the local Science-Fiction convention that we are currently dressed for~?”

“Snazzy Alien Turtle outfits, huh?” Michelangelo followed up with a nasally voice.

“We are just normal, typical humans who got lost in our normal… everyday human lives nailed it .” You rolled your eyes at Donatello’s attempt to cover up their identities.

“Dude, you’ve gotta make it to rehearsal.” Leonardo loudly whispered to Donatello.

“Give to me creature,” The villain in the blue jumpsuit said sternly. “How you say, pretty please? Or I’ll destroy you.”

You gulped as the orange-wearing guy flopped you onto the ground and joined his partner to intimidate the turtles. You took this as an opportunity to try and wiggle to freedom, but it was no use.

“Really? You think you’re gonna step to our friend?” Raphael asked, although it was a rhetorical question. “Rookie mistake, hoss.”

“And if you step to my friends for stepping to you… for st-stepping to me? You gonna have to s-step to me, mkay?” April managed to get out, and you noticed how she tried to pose bravely.

“You do not intimidate us.” The man continued, “With or without your fake nerd voices.”

“That was actually my real voice.” You heard Donatello speak up.

“Well you better get intimidated!” Raphael loudly said, “‘Cuz we’re like nothing you’ve ever seen!”

“What’s wrong with my voice?” Donatello continued. And with that, the two men transformed into armored beasts. They attacked the turtles and April, and you silently tried to sneak away.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t escape. It must be something mystic , you thought as you desperately tried to free yourself. You didn’t even notice how long you were struggling, that is until one of the two grabbed you again.

You heard some gasps, but that was the most you got before you were promptly knocked out by a strong punch to the head.

…

Cold. Wet. That’s all you got from your surroundings. You fizzled in and out of consciousness, hearing what you would assume to be a raging battle. You hadn’t really woken up until the very end, when you heard a shout.

“AAAHHH- AYy! I don’t know if this but the lab is about to explode.” You heard someone say before there were screams all around. You sat up, dazed, and immediately held your head. It was throbbing, and the sounds of screaming and falling rock-

Wait… falling rock?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit , you thought, looking up, only to be met with the sight of stones about to crush you. Suddenly, there was a weight in your lap! You look down to it, and it’s Mayhem! Mayhem teleports the two of you to April.

“Little Guy! You got them!” April exclaimed happily, “Can you do your thing, and get us outta here?” She asked, while you and the four turtles beneath you were screaming. Mayhem chirped, and all seven of you were teleported just in the nick of time.

As soon as all of you were out, Michelangelo immediately began to make the portal. You stood frozen, too much in shock to do much. You only moved as April pushed you out with the others, Draxum’s lab exploding in the distance. All of you skidded as you fell to the floor, and you recognized the sound of something breaking.

“Oh no, Splinters doohickey!” Michelangelo said as all of you stood up. You heard April and the others talk, but your head was ringing too much to properly hear her. Slowly, you began to wobble your way out, using the brick wall as help. Unfortunately, the big blast of the oozesquitos flying out caused you to tumble and fall to the ground for the second time today.

“Hey, wait!” You heard someone call out behind you, and Michelangelo hopped out in front of you and offered you a hand up. You hesitated, shaking. You didn't want to join them, as fun as it might seem. What if you mess up the story? What if you change it for the worse, and Leo ends up falling to his death after Draxum throws him off the roof, or Albearto gets too violent for any of them to handle or…

Even as you stared up with uncertainty, Michelangelo remained with his hand out. Eventually, you gave in, and he helped you stand up. He, along with the others, were then subsequently flabbergasted when they saw you stand up to be taller than Leo.

“Uhm… tha-thank you…” You managed to stutter out with a slightly hoarse voice, “For uhm… getting me out of there.” You gave a weary smile to Michelangelo, letting go of his hand.

“Whaaat? Of course, we uhhh… I mean,” Mikey began to say, but quickly changed to his ‘nerd’ voice. “Of course.” He finished, and you chuckled. You turned around, and saw everybody staring at you two.

“Wha- Hey! We totally saved someone!” Raph realized with a grin. “We’re like- superheroes!”

You smiled softly at their giddiness, and silently slipped away in the direction of  Parker’s and Dale’s apartment.

Hopefully you haven’t fucked things up…

[wally-friggin-franks]

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 :]

[nyxdelanuit]

Please Let Me Take You Ch 8

Hello, my little constellations! I'm sorry for my long absence, I never intended to be away for so long! I am happy to finally give you all a new chapter though, surprise! I hope you all enjoy~ Also, I apologize in advance, this chapter is a little shorter than I intended, but I'll make up for it soon!

Bakugou x F!Reader, Kirishima x F!ReaderTWs: Cheating, angst, unhealthy/abusive relationship, manipulation, smut

MASTERLIST

You had tried your best to enjoy the rest of the time with your friends, watching them bicker fondly with each other and coo over their baby. They weren't the picture-perfect family, but they were real. Real love and real issues, real communication, and it was both a breath of fresh air and an ache in your chest you couldn't quite place. That alongside the frequent vibrations coming from your phone in your pocket made it hard to focus on the good parts. Not when your flaws were shining so brightly in your eyes, showing just how far behind you've fallen.

Still, you managed your goodbyes with sincere smiles, ignoring the way Izuku looked at you with a pity that curdled in your stomach. You didn't blame him for pointing out a truth you had been gleefully ignoring for months now. As you slid into the driver's seat of the car, one thought slipped from your mind and sat sour on your tongue. Were you just replacing one bad relationship with another? Your friendship with Ejirou was a balm to you, a sweetness you craved, but underneath the candy coating, was it just as bitter as your relationship? The both of you had blindly covered the bad parts, showing each other just enough of your flaws to feel vulnerable with each other while still keeping that wall up. But who was the wall protecting this time? Were your thoughts even making sense anymore?? You belatedly realized you probably shouldn't linger in the driveway for too much longer, the last thing you needed was more pitying looks and whispered worry. But before you move, you really should swallow the cowardly desire to ignore the messages still flashing on your phone.

Eijirou: You know I'm always down to talk

Eijirou: That sounded a little serious though, everything alright?

Eijirou: You're okay, right? Did something happen?

Eijirou: Honestly, I really want to head over and check on you, but…

Eijirou: Idk, that kinda feels like I'm skipping some steps, or crossing some boundaries.

Eijirou: I hope you're alright, and I'll give you some space, but just let me know you're good when you can. We can talk when you're ready.

Eijirou: Can I send Mina to you or something? I just want you to have someone on your side if you're not doing good…

Your eyes ran over the words with a deep sigh. You really should have checked while you were inside. You may be questioning some things, but that didn't mean you can just torture the poor guy… You can only imagine what he's been thinking this whole time.

You: I'm so sorry, I've been with Ochako. I'm alright, promise. There's just some things I want to clear up

You were about to put your phone down and finally leave, but your phone went off before you could even turn the car on.

Eijirou: lol I guess I was overreacting a little, huh? Glad you're safe tho!!! You want to meet somewhere?

You chewed on your lip as you thought. Maybe you were just procrastinating, wanting to protect this version of your friendship for just a little longer, but you just didn't know if you could handle that talk right now.

You: I'm a little tired… do you have any time tomorrow?

Eijirou: Yeah, no problem!! Wanna grab lunch or something?

You: Yeah, that sounds great. I'll find a place and send you the address. We can meet up there at like noon?

You were sure he noticed that you didn't give him a chance to offer to drive, but he was too polite to bring it up.

Eijirou: Sounds great! (: My treat, so find something good!

Even now, he was being too nice, especially after that scare you gave him. How did that saying go? If it seems too good to be true, it probably is? That's what this whole thing felt like. He just showed up at the best time… and now it felt like he held all your happiness in the palm of his hand. It was dangerous. How did you keep getting yourself into these kinds of messes?

You had finally gotten yourself home, tossing your keys into the dish on the counter as you headed towards the bathroom. The best medicine for this growing headache you had was a long, mindless shower. Just wash off all of the stress and worry and weird thoughts you've been having.

You stood under the water and just… existed. You let yourself be in the space and forced the tension from your limbs, standing under the spray until you felt like jelly. Your sigh almost echoed in the pristine space, but for this moment, at least the space was yours. After you felt a little less like a ball of tension and more human-adjacent, you moved onto actually cleaning yourself off. You skipped the sweet and spicy scents that usually filled the bathroom for something a bit lighter, a little minty and maybe floral, you weren't the best at placing the scents… but it was different. Something Katsuki was probably gifted from one of the many companies trying to curry favor from one of the top heroes. But you had decided to claim it. It was now yours, your scent, separate from the same sights, same smells, everything perfectly in place. Except for you… when did you stop fitting in? Did you ever in the first place?

There it was again, those thoughts. It's not like they were doing you any good, but once you started, it seemed like you couldn't stop. You should be grateful, though. Katsuki provided all of this, even the opportunity to stand out. What would you really have without him? You didn't really have anywhere else to go, all of your friends were his friends. All your clothes and food were paid for with his card. Even your car, he was listed on the title and paid for insurance and maintenance… It sat heavy in your stomach even after you forced the thoughts from your head.

You wrapped yourself in a robe, stepping from the bathroom and hoping you'd find something reasonably comfortable that didn't get caught in the crossfire of your previous fight, belatedly hearing the lock on the front door. Your curiosity got the best of you, peeking towards the entrance before you even heard him.

"Come on out, shitty girl, grab these bags!" It shouldn't have come as a surprise. He was your fiance, and this was his home. You weren't even on the title. Your feet were moving before you could even finish your thought, the traitorous things, finding him in the living room with an armful of bags. Without thinking of it, your eyes drifted to where your degree had adorned the wall, expecting to see the blank wall and being surprised with an admittedly artistic shot of Katsuki's agency, in black and white of course.

"Oi, what are you wearing? You could have at least dressed…" You could feel your eyes threatening to roll at his words, but somehow you held them back.

"Sorry, Katsuki. I thought you'd want help sooner rather than later." He quickly started passing over the bags, heavier than you expected.

"Whatever, just put these away. I figured it was time to update your wardrobe." You peeked inside the bag, full of soft greys and light oranges, and your confusion must have shown on your face. "Don't give me that look. I know what looks best on you, and it's about time you start dressing like you're my future wife." He huffed as you looked away from the bag.

"Right… thank you, Katsuki." The words felt oddly hollow. You supposed you were happy for some more clothes, although you weren't sure they were really for you… but he had obviously spent time and money, a lot of money, on getting these things for you.

"That's a better reaction. Put those away, I'll grab dinner." The way he fell back into his routine made your head spin. It was like nothing ever happened. Should you bring it up? No. No, not right now. You shouldn't ruin the tenuous calm in the house, rejecting the well-meaning peace offering he had brought home. No, you should just be happy that he's fixing his mistake. This was fixing it, right? Actions that spoke louder than words? Katsuki always had a problem with words…

You put the new clothes away in silence, feeling the cost in each thread even as you noticed the high necklines, the longer sleeves, and the lack of anything but floor-length hems on any pants or dresses. Was this how a wife looks to Katsuki? Modest to a fault and dressed in his colors? Yet you accepted it, for now. Dressed in a pair of regrettably comfortable pants and a cozy grey sweater over your undershirt. Surely this would make him happy, right?

As you stepped out of the room, you were greeted with such amazing smells. He had set up takeout on the coffee table, putting on a show the two of you had started together years ago and had yet to finish. There was even a cocktail waiting for you, and a noticeable lack of spice wafting from the food. He looked up at you as you looked away, not wanting to meet those bright red eyes. "I knew it would look good on you. Now hurry up and sit, I don't have all night."

"Thanks, this smells amazing." You gave him a smile, you think, as you sat down, cautiously taking a bite of your food as he started the show.

"Of fucking course it does, I have good taste." And with that, the two of you fell quiet, trying to ignore the heavy butterflies in your stomach and eat your food. It was so good, something you would normally eat without hesitation, but you paced yourself around the uneasy feeling, draining your drink before you even got halfway through.

Katsuki noticed, of course. You used to admire how perceptive he was. Used to? When did that change… "You better not be turning into some sort of fucking lush." He chuckled, but the sound feels miles away. He sounds like he's teasing, but it still puts you on edge as you laugh along with him, although you don't know why. He stands and takes your glass with him, returning with another drink. At least the alcohol dulls your nerves, slowly sipping away at it as the show wraps up.

"Finish up and get ready for bed. I've got an early morning, I can't have you keeping me up." He takes the trash and dishes away, leaving you nursing your drink and staring at an empty screen. There's only so long you can take here, only a few sips left and no more excuses you can make. The last few sips taste bitter.

When you finally finish, rinsing your glass once and then again, the odd feeling returns tenfold. If you had been sober, you might have wondered if this was what it felt like being led to execution, the way you walk without any emotion down the hall. It's pure muscle memory the way you strip off the clothes hiding your figure, the way you let Katuski lead you to bed and pose you face down, hand heavy on the back of your neck. And when he finally finds his end behind you, falling into bed and then quickly into sleep, you wonder how long you had been holding your breath. Even then, when you could breathe, the air was heavy and humid, filled with him.

It was naive to think you had made a space for yourself here. He existed, even in the air.

[dxmoness]

FEARLESS | S. MISHERU

note → HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMI! This is for you my dear bestie :3 Hope you're b-day is going well!!

synopsis → sorana takes jami to a wonderful picnic ^^ (future me: I'm so bad at this)

A pair of gorgeous purple eyes stared out in the sun as she watched it set into the horizon. Darkness was looming now, and it was almost time to take her significant other to a most hospitable area for a long awaited picnic. Sorana gives an exhale. She's done so many things; killed her father, gotten into a fake relationship, broken the engagement right in front of the phoenixes and yet... She was nervous of a small thing such as a date? Her heart pounds in her chest as she recalls her last attempts. Ah. Perhaps that was why.

She'd lost multiple people in assumption of her being a traitor to them as she had been to her emperor father. People who had meant the world to her left her alone. Perhaps that was why she was unsure of her decisions. Why she was so nervous to even go as far as make a scene. With every thought she found herself more and more pessimistic until there was a knock on the door. She sprang up, her eyes lingering towards the time. Sh*t. She had been so lost in thought that her lover had arrived and patiently awaited her on the other side of the door.

Grabbing a coat, she comes out. A smile she managed to give. "Sorry, Jami.." She murmured. Embarrassment in suddenly filling her eyes as she felt utmost embarrassed at her behavior. How dare she keep her lover wait? She cursed herself mentally as she took Jamila's hand with ease. "Shall we then?" She asks kindly. Her purple eyes meeting those brown ones.

Jamila smiled and nods. Sorana felt ease in her panicking demeanor as the two of them walked to the courtyard. A maid stood there and so did Lucifer. He regarded them with a nod. "The carriage is ready for you." Sorana nods plainly as she passed him. "Thank you, Lucifer." She says with hesitance. Jamila looked at them curiously knowing well that the two weren't exactly in good terms as Lucifer had betrayed the young Misheru for another woman, this still made her boil with rage at the thought but Sorana's pleads to keep it down was enough for her to stop.

They now sat in the carriage as they went along. Silence loomed inside as each of them tried to find a conversation to put up. "So...how was your day today, dear?" Sorana asks, trying her best to look less tense. Her purple eyes met Jamila's as she seemed to feel interested in learning how she is.

"It's alright, yours?" Jamila asks kindly. Glad that her significant other was at least trying.

"Mine was...okay." Sorana lies to hide the truth of her pain. Jamila knew this and despite begging her to come clean instead Sorana hid it more carefully. Sorana didn't want her being worried for her sake. Whatever happened to her privately was not for Jamila to hear. And that meant the murdering plots, wars, and other political stresses that she was losing her mentality over.

"Are you sure?" Jamila's tone made it clear that she didn't believe her one bit but Sorana just gave a small smile and placed a finger on her lips as she gestured to the front meaning that the guard who was driving the carriage may hear them talking. But Jamila understood. She wasn't okay.

The silence remained again as they continued on their way until the carriage finally came to a stop. Sorana comes out first, raising her hand out. She never did try to act like a lady that much after all. Jamila takes it as the female was led safely down the carriage. They looked as if they were in the middle of nowhere. And Jamila was about to mention this when Sorana leads her through the vines into a tunnel decorated with vines and pretty roses.

The way out was directly in front of them as Sorana moved through the last of the vines, revealing a hidden field of flowers at the end of the tunnel. A ghost of a smile on Sorana's lips as she checks for Jamila's reaction. Much to her delight, the girl seemed genuinely happy and admiring the scenery before her.

It was beautiful. Sorana knew so. It had taken her weeks to finish this up all for one purpose, a birthday present for her darling. Her eyes watch as Jamila seemed to enjoy the scenery, but the present was over there. Her hand grabs Jamila's as she drags her through the throngs of flowers. Making their way to the middle, where a picnic mat with a basket of food was placed conveniently. "Are you hungry?" She asks softly as she fixed the utensils and everything for her beloved.

"Yeah." Was the reply Jamila said that she had awaited to hear but any was fine, it just relieved her lover to hear the word. At least she planned ahead. The two ate happily and watched the stars, voices ringing in the night.

Now they headed home, through the vines once more inside the tunnel. Hand in hand, they made it to the carriage. "How was it?" Sorana murmured, nervous. Had she done things correctly?

Jamila gives a reassuring smile as she hugs her. "It was amazing." Her heart pounded faster in her chest as she felt her arms around her. Sorana kissed her cheek. A surprising smile on her lips. "I'm glad." With hesitancy she adds. "Do you want to cuddle?" Much to their delight, minutes later they were cuddling back home.

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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.