#woke up feeling extra insane over one piece

[crazycoven]

[tch8mnis]

why?

warnings: cursing, heart breaking angst, weddings, mentions of pregnancy. jude fucked up loool

word count: 1000

the sun beamed down on the beautiful girl in front of him. the long white dressed complimented her brown skin. the mix of different people sat only a few feet away from them, both of their parents in the front with tears in their eyes watching their children continue their love story since 12 years old.  the alter was beautifully decorated. the white peonies really stood out as it matched the flower in her hair. the 2 foot wedding cake stood behind the crowd of people with two mini figures of them standing on the top. jude made sure to get an extra small cheesecake though, because he knew that was her favorite. the birds chirping in the air was the cherry on top for this atmosphere.

so why did he feel this way?

this day was supposed to be the best of his life. tying the knot with his childhood lover was a big moment for him and her. he's been waiting for this day ever since younger him promised that they'd stay together forever back on the playground. today he woke up with a smile on his face, ready to make his lover a wife.

so why?

why did he have this dread behind his brown eyes? why did he suddenly feel this negative aura around him as the wedding officiant began his speech. why did he have the urge to run away? run away from reality. from his family. from the love of his life. 

he should be happy. fucking hell he should be buzzing. he should be over the moon with excitement. he loves her so much.

so fucking much.

then why?

he looked into the eyes of his girl. both their hearts full of lover. she pressed her lips together before opening her mouth to say her vows. he should've been listening. gosh he should've listened to her words. but that aching feeling in his chest made her speech go through one ear and out the other.

the officiant turned to him and indicated he said his vows. so he did. he memorized them for months now. he wrote them down on a piece of paper the day before he proposed as if he knew she would say yes. he guesses his instincts was right then because there they were standing at the alter. he read his vows 3 times everyday leading up to the moment. he put his heart and soul into those words. he didn't realize he was done speaking until he saw the tears roll down her face. those words had warmed her heart tremendously.

so why did it leave a bad taste in his mouth?

the officiant started speaking again but he didn't hear a word. a smile was plastered on his face. but why did it feel so fake? he felt himself start to tear up. but was it tears of happiness or sadness and dread?

gosh he felt so guilty. he was ruining this day for the both of them and he didn't know why. it wasn't on purpose. of course it wasn't. it just happened.

he wanted to stop feeling this way. this day should be filled with happiness for fuck sake. he needs to get his shit together and act right. he can't do this to the person he loves.

so why did he?

why did he feel his heart drop when he saw his lover say those two words. those two words that should've been the easiest words to say in his life but now somehow the hardest.

he felt all eyes on him, anticipating his answer. an insane amount of pressure on his shoulders. he should be saying "i do". he has to say "i do". both his heart and his gut was telling him to say "i do." he needs to say it.

why’d he say the opposite?

why didn't he feel anything when he saw his lover's face drop as her eyes went wide. why didn't he feel anything when she whispered that heartbreaking "what?" with more tears rolling down her face and her shoulders sagging with disappointment and embarrassment? why did he feel nothing when he heard the gasp of the crowd and met the heartbroken eyes of his mom who looked at him with disappointment?

he felt overwhelmed with the amount of eyes on him. so he did what he knew best.

he ran.

he rushed down the pathway covered with flowers and made his way towards the entrance of the ceremony leaving his woman behind with a bleeding heart.

he swore he heard a loud sob come from behind him and his heart broke even more but he convinced himself he didn’t and it was all in his head.

he pulled out his phone and texted his personal driver who arrived in no more than 90 seconds.

he sat himself in the back seat and the car immediately drove off. the driver asked zero questions.

the reality of what he did hit him 20 minutes later, still stuck in the back seat of a car. he was so stupid. so fucking stupid. he wanted to disappear. he felt so ashamed. but he still did it.

his phone made a noise. someone had texted him. he looked down and saw his brother's name. he opened the conversation and his heart dropped. it was one picture. one picture that changed his whole life.

the picture was of inside a box that was wrapped up. there sat an ultrasound picture and a stick that had two red lines on it.

his hands felt sweaty and his eyes went blurry.

that was one of his biggest dreams. to build a family with her. have kids and live in a big house to grow old with each other. that's what he wanted. that's what he always wanted. and he ruined that.

she was pregnant and he had no idea.

she planned to surprise him and he made her worse nightmare come true.

what the fuck had he just done....

and why?

authors note: i GENUINELY don’t know why i wrote this 😭 i was reading a whole lot of jude angst today and this idea suddenly came to my mind?? what’s wrong with me lmao IM SORRY 💔💔💔

request always open!

[harryforvogue]

a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you

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Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.

He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.

Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.

He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”

Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”

“It’s all right,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep anyways. I’ll barely get a few hours at night if I nap now.” He brings his phone back to his bed and sits down. “What’s up?”

“Um, well I just finished rehearsals.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Got out early?”

“Yes, it’s snowing pretty bad now.”

“Mm, is it?” He forces himself to get back up and take a peek out his curtains. She’s right; the snow lays on the roads, flurries all around still. “You wanna stay on the phone with me until you get home?”

“That’s kind of the thing. I’ve been at this bus stop for 15 minutes and my app keeps saying the bus is about to come, but the roads aren’t properly cleared so I don’t think it’s coming.”

Harry frowns. “You’re outside?”

“Yeah. I walked to the stop, but it’s like a ghost town here. Nobody’s out driving. The buses may have all been canceled.”

“Oh shit. Are you wearing warm clothes? Gloves and all?”

“Yup.”

“Good. Which stop are you at today? I’ll come get you.”

There’s instant relief in her voice. “Thank you.” She tells him which stop and then sighs softly. “It’s not that cold which is good. I suppose I should sit down on the bench but there’s ice on it and I already slipped while walking here. My butt still hurts.”

Harry groans as he tugs his jacket on and grabs an extra beanie. He shoves his feet into his shoes and grabs his keys. “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Faye laughs. “I’m okay.”

“Think you can hold on for 15 minutes?”

“Yes, but Harry you have to drive safely, okay? The inner roads aren’t cleared at all.”

Harry sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. “Yeah, love, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Wanna stay on the phone with me?”

“Um, I would, but I can barely feel my fingers.”

Harry has to groan again. He’s outside now and thankfully his car isn’t looking too bad. He’ll still need to defrost it a bit. “Faye, you just told me you had gloves!”

“Whoops.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but please try to get warm. Go into one of those shops nearby.”

“The only shop open near me is the chicken shop.”

“Go in there.”

“I don’t like the smell of chicken.”

“I must say that you are insanely difficult today.”

Faye giggles. “I’m not.” She must hear him turn his ignition on. “Okay, bye now. Drive safe.”

“I will.”

She hangs up. Harry has to step out of the car with his snow brush, pushing his way over to clean his windshields. He’s blasting the heat on the inside, and within ten minutes, he’s ready to go. When he gets back in his car, he’s muttering swears, trembling with the cold. “Not that cold, my ass.”

And Faye’s right. The inner roads are horrendous. He drives so below the speed limit, he may as well walk to get her. 15 minutes turn into 20 and by the time he’s pulling up to her bus stop, he’s very worried Faye may be a frozen block of ice. 

Faye wobbles her way over to the car, yanking the door open and all but throwing herself inside. She’s shivering so bad, Harry puts the car in park and reaches over the console to hug her tightly.

“For fuck’s sake, Faye,” he mutters, suppressing a shiver at her cold face pressed into his neck. “I told you to go into the shop!”

“If y-you made me wait any longer, I would have!”

“I drove as fast as I could.”

Harry turns the heat up higher and rubs her arms firmly, trying to get her tight muscles to relax. She’s wearing a winter jacket, yes, but her head is uncovered and she doesn’t even have a scarf. He pulls back to look at her, hoping there’s disappointment on his face. But Faye’s eyes just light up and then she’s lifting her head to get a kiss.

He can’t say no.

He cups her face and softly kisses her. Her lips are cold, but he can still taste the cherry chapstick as if she kept reapplying it every few minutes. She kisses him several more times, but when she places her frozen hands on his neck, he pulls away sharply.

“Faye!” He holds his neck as if wounded. “That’s so cold!”

Faye’s knees bounce. “Sorry!"

She doesn’t look sorry.

He grabs the beanie he’s brought her and throws it onto her head. Her bangs get caught on her forehead, momentarily blinding her, and she laughs, fixing the hat. Her black hair frames her cheeks. She reaches in for another kiss, but Harry stops her with a shake of his head.

“Get warm first. Or else you’ll get hypothermia and then I’ll have nobody to kiss.”

Faye says, “Wow you sound a lot like me.” She holds her trembling hands by the vents, shivering so bad, she’s compelled to make audible noises to show how cold she is, her jaw quivering. Harry starts driving the car again, and once he gets off the main street, he reaches for her hand and holds it in his lap.

“How were rehearsals?”

“Okay,” she says, shoulders shaking. “Maybe people couldn’t come in today because of the snow. I had to do, like, three roles.”

“Opening night is next month, right?”

“Yup. I got you your tickets.”

Harry kisses the back of her hand, squeezing her pale fingertips hard. She's painted her nails dark blue, he notices. “Thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get something to eat then. I don’t have anything at home. Didn’t cook today.”

“Oh. Are we going to yours?”

“Yes.”

“Can I stay over?”

Harry smiles. “Yes.”

“Is Timmy home?”

“Nope.”

“Can we play that video game again?”

Harry sends her a look. “I thought you’d want to watch a movie or something.”

“Well, if you want to. But I had a lot of fun playing that game.”

“Yes, you were so good at it.”

She was not. Harry spent the entire night trying to save her, getting himself killed, and then yelling and begging her to stay alive until he could be revived. Faye had a lot of fun it seems, though Harry wouldn’t say it was a very productive night.

But, if she wants to do it, then they will.

“I feel like I’ll be better tonight,” Faye says, leaning forward to put her face against the air vent. Her eyes flutter shut. “We’ll get to the next level.”

“You mean level two.”

She laughs.

Harry’s pulling up to the take out shop they’ve agreed on when his phone goes off. He answers it on the car’s speakerphone.

“Yeah, mate?”

“Hey,” Timothée’s voice rings out. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m with Faye picking up food.”

“Oh cool. Hey, can you pick me up from the shop, man? My car’s fucking buried.”

Harry sighs. “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you off work?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll get you.”

“Cool, and hey–”

“Yeah?”

“Can you grab me some food? I’ll pay you back.”

Harry says, “I’ll think about it.”

There’s silence on the other line until Timmy says, “Faye?”

She leans in. “Yeah?”

“Can you make sure he gets me food? I’ll Venmo you right now.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks. Bye!” And then he hangs up.

Harry rubs his eye and then unbuckles his seat belt. Faye goes to do the same, but he stops her, shaking his head. “No, you need to stay warm.”

“I’m fine!”

“Nope.” He locks the car after opening his door and gives her a meaningful look. She watches him disappear into the shop.

When he comes back, he thinks she’s looking a lot better. The red in her cheeks has returned and she’s reapplying her chapstick without shaking fingers. He leans over and kisses her, pleased that her lips aren’t frozen anymore. Unexpectedly, she holds onto his collar and kisses him harder, and she doesn’t let him go until he’s chuckling against her lips and trying to pry away.

“What’s gotten into you?” he murmurs, peppering kisses down to her jaw. She shivers, but not from the cold this time.

“Just missed you.”

“Mm.” He kisses her cheek. “I missed you too.”

It’s a lot harder to drive after that, especially because Harry’s hand rests on Faye’s thigh, and she keeps playing with his fingers, occasionally pulling his hand up to kiss his palm. 

When they get to the shop, Timmy rushes into the car and slaps a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. This is great. Thanks. Hey, Faye.”

“Hi.”

“You’re coming over?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. Did you get me any food?”

“Yes we did.” She hands him the aux cord when he asks for it. They listen to his odd taste in music for the ride home.

Harry takes Faye up to his room when they get home. Timmy’s nearly falling asleep so he eats his food quietly and then heads to his own room with a reminder through the walls that he’d appreciate it if Harry and Faye kept it down.

Faye says, “I don’t know why he always says that,” as she’s climbing into Harry’s lap on his bed in his shirt only. He looks up at her, eyes shining, his hands resting just below her butt. She wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ve never been that loud.”

“I mean I certainly haven’t,” Harry teases, pulling her down onto his thighs.

“Me neither!”

“Sure.”

Faye can’t come up with a response, so she kisses him, and then turns around in his lap, back pressed to his warm, strong chest. He places his hand on her thigh, holding her to him. As he’s setting up the game, she reaches over and grabs his iPad, turning it on to see his latest sketch.

It’s a very daunting looking dragon with detailed wings and scales. She zooms in to see all of it, thoroughly impressed. “This is so cool, Harry!”

“Yeah? Thanks, baby. Had a client say she wanted a big dragon piece so I’ve been brainstorming.”

“Where does she want it?”

“Around her bicep.”

“It must hurt like crazy.”

Harry hooks his chin over her shoulder and hugs her tight to him. “Yeah, but as long as they’re happy with it, right?”

She turns her head to look at him with her devastatingly pretty eyes. “Have you done any cool ones this week?”

He makes a show of thinking really hard. “Did a decent snake two days ago.”

“Ooh. Will you post the pictures?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had the time to.”

Faye cradles his face and kisses his cheek. “I’ll be the first person to like it.”

“You always are,” he murmurs, tilting his head back so she can continue her kisses down his neck.

His eyes flutter shut as Faye’s hands run over his arms, gently pressing herself back against him. He feels her breath hitch.

“Faye,” he softly admonishes. “You said you wanted to play the game.” 

“It’s still loading,” she whispers back, shaking him off to be able to turn in his arms again. The force she kisses him with throws him off. He’s pushed back, hands flying out to steady himself against his mattress. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him breathless, her fingers trailing up the sides of his head and then burying themselves into his curls. She presses herself against him again, and then she gently licks at him. Harry welcomes her tongue when he parts his lips.

She kisses him like she hasn’t been kissed properly in years – which is simply untrue because he kisses her until she forgets her name on a routined basis. Faye presses herself even closer, and when the first whine leaves her throat, Harry’s arms are around her, dragging her hips against his. She sighs as if that small contact between them has caused her such release.

The TV makes a noise to tell them the game has finished loading. Faye’s mouth shows no signs of letting him up. Harry pulls up for a second to breathe, and then kisses her again, leaning into her with his hands spread out against her back. They stay there until he’s sliding his fingers under his shirt that she wears, slowly pushing her until she’s laying on her back and Harry’s hovering over her.

“The game,” he whispers.

“Hm?” she manages, rolling her hips against his again, her eyes both innocent and flirty.

He breathes out a swear and then works on pulling the shirt off of her. Faye shivers immediately, but he kisses down her neck and collarbones to warm her up, letting her adjust when she catches onto what he wants to do. She slides back and lets him move further down her body.

“Harry–”

“Yes, baby?”

She changes her mind when Harry’s fingers hook into her underwear. “Oh. Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me,” he says, dragging them down. 

“Well, it’s only that I thought I’d do this for you. Because you, um, picked me up and I wanted to thank you.”

Harry chuckles. “You can do that after this, but right now I have a feeling you’re going to explode if I don’t touch you. Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I fucked you so well just two days ago.”

Faye throws a hand over her eyes and Harry doesn’t know if it’s because she’s forced to answer his question while unclothed or if it’s his words that embarrass her. Possibly both.

“It’s because you came to get me and your voice was so deep and raspy and tired and your hand on my thigh and–”

Harry situates himself between her legs and lets her knees come up besides his head. He kisses her soft inner thighs and wraps his arms around them. Faye lifts her head to glance down at him and then moans softly when he licks into her. Slowly. Teasingly.

Her black hair is fanned out around her, her breath coming hard and fast. Her lips are parted, pink and swollen from their kisses. She looks ruined already. Harry will never get used to the sight. He never wants to.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head down. Her eyes flutter shut as Harry leans in and takes over completely, his skilled mouth ruthless against her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her down though she desperately raises herself to meet his mouth.

“Oh, I love you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair. “So much.”

He sucks and licks and laps diligently until her back is gently arching off his mattress and she has to bite down on her knuckles to keep her noises in. Seeing her like this turns Harry on, his body on alert. He feels like every cell of his body has been electrified, but despite his arousal, all he wants is for Faye to fall apart against him.

It doesn’t take her long. Her thighs tremble. She cries out and yanks his hair. The pain is distant to him. Harry lets her use his tongue to ride out her high, and when she’s done, she’s whimpering from sensitivity. Harry only pulls away when she’s whining, “Ah, okay, okay, that’s it, please. No more.”

He grins at her, gently wiping the corners of his mouth. “Always so good for me.”

Faye covers her face. Harry helps her back into her clothes and then lays beside her until she’s ready to turn to him and kiss him. He kisses her hair. “My darling girl,” he whispers. “My baby. So perfect."

She’s straddling him before five minutes are up, her hands resting on his chest, hair falling like curtains around her flushed face. The strands hit Harry’s cheek. His hands are on her thighs again, and he’s smiling lazily at her.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, running his hand up to her waist. 

Faye swallows and grinds down on his length through his sweatpants. “My turn?”

“We can take a break if you w–”

“No,” she says immediately, fingers already pulling Harry’s shirt up. Her eyes hungrily take in every tattoo she slowly reveals. Harry lifts his head to pull the shirt off.

Faye seems to have something in mind already. So Harry just lets her undress him, enjoying the kisses she trails after her hands. She has plenty of energy, preferring to stay on top of him instead of switching back over. 

She works herself over him until she’s throwing her head back and nearly sobbing with relief. Harry watches the pleasure roll over her, her hands in tight fists against his chest. 

“I love you,” she says again, taking deep breaths when it’s over. Her face is a gentle pink, her chest flushed. “I love you so bad, Harry.”

Once he’s pulled out of her, he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her down to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love you,” he says, kissing all over her face, wiping the corners of her eyes. “My pretty girl, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Spent, Faye lets him cuddle her, her face pressed against his neck. His body is warm and as comforting as always. He mutters how much he loves her several more times.

Some time later again, Faye raises her head from his chest and says in her scratchy voice, “Should we play now?”

And Harry kisses her and says, “Yes, baby.”

[good-beanswrites]

If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?

Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references. 

(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)

Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.

Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.

“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.

“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane. 

The girl just shook her head. 

She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”

“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.” 

“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...” 

With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her. 

“I can’t let you do that.”

Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.” 

Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”

“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”

Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”

“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”

“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You just pity me because I’m young.”

“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.

“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”

A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.

“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”

“Of course.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

Got any fluff pieces for the sparkling kids in there? Taking place after the whole "we consent to using the artifact" thing, though. Maybe Miko snuggling up with Prime and her brothers after a long day?

Heck yeah! Another excuse to write for my favorite AU! Fluff coming right up lovely anon!

Growth and Zoomies

The sparklings are exhausting to handle, but normally manageable. But of course nothing remains static with three very different sparklings in the base. Optimus really should have expected his once human charges to grow like weeds, but with the stress of everything it ended up sneaking up on him.

He woke up one day to Miko going absolutely nuts in base, running and gliding from point A to B, rubbing against everything, screaming for attention, and overall being far more demanding than usual. No bot in base had any clue what was going on, and so Optimus took one for the team and went to the only other semi-reliable mech who might have an answer. And so he called up Starscream with promises of having one on one time with Miko in exchange for his help regarding the issue, as long as the base's location remained secret of course. The seeker happily agreed to the terms and within the hour he was brought to base to take a look at Miko.

His first response at seeing Miko trying to gnaw on Ratchet's finals was to laugh hysterically, much to the displeasure of the medic and most of the team before he finally composed himself and got around to explaining. After a quick lesson from Starscream, Optimus and the team were made aware of the fact that Miko's behavior stemmed from the fact that she was growing. Young flight frames become highly active during phases of growth to burn off excess energy while their frames reformat. They were also warned that she would start shedding and become incredibly clingy for anywhere from a week to a month. Of course they hardly had any time to process what they had been taught before Starscream was off playing Uncle to Miko.

Still the team managed. Optimus dealt with the insanity of Miko's "zoomies" as Smokescreen called them, constantly tolerating her crawling all over his frame and leaping from anything and everything. Meanwhile Ratchet and the team took care of Raf and Jack to the best of their abilities while picking up Miko's shed armor. Miko was tended to with increadible care due to her vulnerable state and Optimus carried her around as best he was able to keep her need for attention sated. Extra energon scouting trips also had to be made but it was all within acceptable parameters... until Jack started showing signs of growth too.

Thankfully there was no need to call another Decepticon for information as Optimus was well acquainted with war frame growth conditions and symptoms. However Optimus did have to end up requisitioning Ultra Magnus's aid to get a very much paranoid and almost feral Jack into a nest before he would calm down. He then stayed curled up around Jack for several hours, humming to him and overall keeping him calm. War frames tend to go a little berserk when growing due to how vulnerable they are during the transition, that with their plating falling off left and right to make way for new armor. As such there was no way Optimus could leave Jack alone, lest he go on a rampage fighting everyone and likely harming himself in the process.

Everything was fine for a while. Jack stayed with Optimus in his berthroom with Rafael while Miko played nearby. But soon enough their growth picked up a notch, leading their already heightened instincts to crawl to a new level of sensitivity. Jack NEEDED Optimus with him at all times, more specifically he needed to feel Optimus physically and through the bond between them. That alone was exhausting to maintain, but combined with Miko's need to play and shed her armor through activity... it led to issues.

Miko needed attention and care, but Jack also needed to feel protected and secure. Miko wanted to move and play, but Jack wanted to remain in a safe location away from prying optics with his Sire. Not to mention Rafael still needed to be kept near Optimus at all times to keep the Caretaker-sparkling bond strong. The team could only do so much for Optimus and the sparklings, with Bumblebee and Smokescreen babysitting Miko as much as they were able to give Optimus time with Jack. Arcee made valiant efforts to give Jack the sense of protection he desired but he would only remain calm in her hold for so long before he needed Optimus again. And Ratchet did try to take on the burden Rafael came with as best he was able, but nothing can beat the care of a Primary Caretaker.

It was not even three days into Miko and Jack's growth spurts that Rafael joined in as well, very nearly causing Optimus to have a nervous breakdown due to stress. He may or may not have had to shove the sparkling onto the team for a while despite the protests of his little ones to go have a silent meltdown by himself for a while, but that is neither confirmed or denied. Whatever the case, Rafael's own requirements soon became evident.

He needed to be exposed to Optimus's spark to properly imprint on him and begin truly undergoing his first major reformat. That alone would have been easy enough to handle if Rafael was Optimus's only sparkling. He could have just taken a week off and hidden away with Rafael taking care to only show his sacred source of life to his sparkling. But no, he also had to handle two other sparklings who needed directly opposing kinds of attention and care. In the end, Optimus ended up just laying around in a makeshift nest with his chassis parted slightly to give Rafael the spark signature he needed to bond. That way Miko could still play and Jack could feel secure with Optimus keeping him protected behind a small mountain of soft metals and fluffy blankets.

It was simply put, hellish for everyone involved. Optimus couldn't move more than two feet away without Jack panicking or stay still for too long lest Miko start screaming. All while having to keep the team at a distance so that he could still maintain some form of privacy with his spark being partially exposed. But by the end of what was dubbed "The Week of Trial" by the team, the sparklings were finally settled, each exhausted and free of most of their armor, leaving their soft protoform visible. Optimus, being practically dead on his pedes, fell into deep recharge as soon as Miko calmed enough to join him. Jack and Rafael had no qualms against this and soon enough the whole family was recharging in one big pile.

The team came by to check on them after it had been quiet for too long and were unable to stop the smiles that grew on their faces as they saw the wholesome scene. Smokescreen and Bumblebee quietly joined the cuddle pile and relished in the comfort of their family as well. Meanwhile Arcee and Ratchet not so subtly took about a thousand pictures to go into their very much secret (or so they like to think) file devoted entirely to capturing wholesome moments like the one playing out before them. Ultra Magnus just nodded at finally seeing the little family resting and moved to guard the door so that they wouldn't be disturbed. Bulkhead and Wheeljack weren't even allowed in the room as they were sure to wake up the slumbering pile of bots. June came in and watched with mixed sorrow and awe at seeing her son be so comfortable with Optimus but also more peaceful than she had ever seen him when he was human.

Despite the ups and downs of raising Jack, Miko, and Rafael, the team and Optimus wouldn't have it any other way.

[fallen-gravity]

What inspired you to make Safe Haven? Btw I really love the fanfic not just because I’m Mollie and Ollie fan but it’s also because you have shown how much they have grown in there friendship after everything that has happened to them. Keep up the great work!

And just wondering how would Scratch react when he realizes Ollie was sleeping over in the McGee’s guest room?

aaa, thank you so much for your kind words!!! it really means a lot to me to hear that people love my work 🥺🥺🥺🥺

A lot of the intial inspiration came from a headcanon I've been talking about with friends for months about Ollie sneaking off to the McGee house. Even before he told his parents that he thinks ghosts can be good and compassionate at NecroComicon, he's been struggling knowing that he has such contrasting morals with his parents (and even his own sister before he had a chance to talk to her too) and that really scares him, so I like to believe that sometimes he would sneak out to spend time with Molly and her family because he wants a space where he can autheitcally be himself. There's a queer metaphor in there somewhere about having a closest self and a true self around loved ones you trust the most, and little sprinkled bits and pieces of wherefore art thou Romeo. NecroComicon airing only added fuel to the fire of Ruben and Esther canonically not being accepting of Ollie's differentiating morals, so yeah, of course he's gonna feel extra scared and unsafe, because now they know he's not like them anymore.

Another part of it, the really initimate part of Molly and Ollie comforting each other through gentle touches and whispers, that part comes from personal experience. When I was about 16 or so years old, there was a time where my then-partner and I got talking about life stuff, and not even necessarily about us or our future or anything that was really about our relationship, and we started getting really emotional because yeah, sometimes talking about life is hard. And we were feeling really shy about it, cause we were around other friends too, so the way we went about it was we kind of...squeezed each other in a really tight hug, and we touched foreheads and got all real close and balled up together, and...we cried. We talked about heavy stuff together and wanted to cry together and it felt like a genuinely healing experience. Molly and Ollie are both going through a lot, and, you know, they're both incredibly touchy people in canon, that it just felt to me like that's something they'd benefit from. Have a heavy talk, and then just take a few moments to let the other help ground you. Gently take them by the hand, wind an arm around them, tell them that they're sitting right there and that they don't plan on leaving any time soon. The fact that The Grand Gesture and mollie becoming canon in the very next episode that aired after writing it was insane luck on my end; I genuinely had no idea what the episode was going to be about outside of June and Darryl's plot, so you can only imagine the look on my face rereading Safe Haven after it aired. Holy shit.

As for how Scratch would react knowing Ollie is right there in his house, well...I'm sure Sharon wasn't the only person that Molly woke up when she was running around trying to make sure Ollie was okay, right? 😉 The way I see it, he woke up when she woke up, and he was gonna give both of them an earful about it, but by the time he caught up with them, he'd probably just run into Ollie crying into Molly's shoulder, and even he's not that heartless to kick someone while they're down.

But he is petty enough to wait until morning, ask how Ollie's feeling, and if he responds with oh, thank you for asking, Scratch! I'm feeling a lot better, then he's gonna tear him a new one for waking him up in the middle of the night and worrying Molly sick like that. But of course Ollie's used to it by this point, and knows that probably means he was secretly worried too, so he just responds to all of his griping with a smile.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 58

I quietly open the door to our room upstairs in Elfsong, hoping we don’t wake anyone up. It seems Karlach, Wyll, and their new addition are passed out quietly in their bed, Maddox lying curled up on his mother’s chest. I smile at them as we tiptoe into the room and I place Jenevelle’s bag on the floor. Looking at the love between all three of them fulfills a piece of me I didn’t realize I needed.

“Alright, my love. After I get her prepared for a night’s rest, you can feed her and we will lie comfortably in bed once she’s down for bedtime,” Gale mutters quietly with a light smile on his face, placing Jenevelle down on the quilt below to get her cleaned up. I remove my clothes rather discreetly, though Gale sees me from the corner of his eye, admiring me from head to toe. I slide on a baggy shirt and my undies, then sit down in the chair next to the bed so I can nurse Jenevelle. Gale gets the baby dressed and hands her to me gently, his eyes soft and warm as we make direct eye contact.. “Here we are. Also, my love… May I say I just find you so radiant? I love seeing every inch of you.” I chuckle and smirk at him, raising an eyebrow at his words.

“Even though I look like a beached whale?” I tease, placing my hand on my belly as I nurse our daughter. Soon, I’ll be doing this with two babies, which means I’ll be extra exhausted. I worry how I’m going to be once our second one is here. “And the fact I trip over my own feet more times than I can even count?”

“You’re not a beached whale, you’re my beautiful wife who is carrying my baby. You’re you, and I love every single quality you behold, inside and out.” I blush as I look down at Jenevelle, smiling at his words. “And whatever you decide to do with your mom and Gortash, I’ll be here every step of the way. Don’t feel like you need to be obligated to do anything you don’t want to.” I finish feeding our daughter, who is sound asleep as I place her on the thick quilt and cover her up with her baby blanket.

“Goodnight little peanut,” I murmur and then snuggle up to Gale, his lips pressed against the top of my head as I take a deep breath. “I feel much better. These next few days will be intense. I didn’t realize so much could happen so quickly. Then again, that’s basically my life motto. ‘Hey, is life being good to you? Hold the fuck up, let me make it a little spicy for dramatic effect.’ If a God were to tell me something, that’s exactly what it would be.” Gale fights laughter and pulls me in close to him, his warmth keeping me comfortable.

“Well, my love… Relax as much as you can. Hey, before you know it, we will be back in Waterdeep. Not much longer now. Just think — our comfortable bed, bath nights together, our garden, Tara… Oh I miss her.” I chuckle lightly as I feel his fingers trace every inch of my back, my eyes beginning to close. Now I’m thinking about the beauty and calmness of our city, our little study room where I can curl up next to Gale while he reads a book, the scent of coffee overtaking the space in our living room… I can’t wait. Throughout the night I could hear Karlach or Wyll getting up with Maddox, but it wasn’t very often and I slept through most of it. Jenevelle didn’t seem phased either, or maybe I slept through her cries. Man, this pregnancy is insane, I’m like a bear during hibernation. However, I did turn over in my sleep at one point and felt our newest addition kick, which woke Gale and myself up. I barely peek my eyes open, noticing Gale looking down at my stomach.

“I felt her kick,” he whispered in my ear with an excited tone as I’m partially asleep. “Incredible…” I wanted to say something back, but immediately passed back out afterwards. I think he began talking to me about something else, but I can’t recall a single thing he said, and I’m going to be embarrassed when he brings it up in the morning.

Before the sun fully arises, I feel Gale shake my shoulder to wake me up.

“My love, the bed is soaking wet, did your water break?” I jolt awake as I stare at the sheets in shock, and I gasp, realizing it definitely wasn’t pee. “I take it that’s a yes. Um…” Luckily, Jaheira is in the same room as us and decided to stay overnight should any events happen, whether it be with me or Karlach and Wyll’s new addition. She rushes over to us, which ends up waking up Karlach and Wyll as her footsteps slam against the wooden floor.

“You need to get to Jasik and quick!” Jaheira exclaims, picking up Jenevelle from the quilt. “I have your little one. Go, go, go!”

“Whoa, is it baby time?” Karlach asks with a sleepy voice as she stumbles out of bed. “Oh goodie!” Gale and I both kiss our daughter on the head, who looks confused and even slightly scared at the same time as she sticks out her bottom lip. My heart shatters as I leave her, but I know I’ll be back for her as soon as possible. She begins to cry as we leave the room, Gale and I are saddened as we leave her behind but thankfully she’s in good care. She has no idea what’s going on, however.

The people in the streets look at us in panic as water is leaking out of me and we are rushing to the healer’s building in the upper city. Thankfully I feel no pain, but it is weird having all eyes on me as we attempt to not cause a scene — which obviously didn’t work. I was so nervous the whole time and anxious from being the center of attention, that I got a little gassy from how nervous I was. I close my eyes in embarrassment, and I almost start crying, but Gale, being the angel that he is, completely disregards it and just leads me to the Upper City as quickly as we can.

The terrifying part of it all? We make it to Jasik’s, but barely. What could I possibly mean by barely? Well, the moment I lie down on the table, feeling unusual and nearly empty inside, our newest addition basically comes right out without any assistance. All the walking must have told her “time to be evicted.” Gale was there for it all, and caught her as she made her way into the world, her soft cries reassuring me she’s alright. I was more than surprised to see my daughter is bald, considering Jenevelle had a full head of hair. Jasik gets her cleaned up, then hands her over to Gale to get her swaddled; it’s been forever since I’ve held a baby this tiny, and it’s been ages since Gale had to swaddle a baby. Jenevelle is about five pounds bigger and six inches longer, but it’s been nearly five years since she was born. Gods, that’s so weird to even think about. I admire her sweet little face, her eyes closed as she whimpers and reaches for me with her tiny hand. Another forever baby, but one I still love and cherish nonetheless.

“Neeve…” I smile as I brush tears away from her eyes. “Neeve Tara Dekarios, my sweet little girl.” Gale sits down in the seat next to mine, gazing at me with wide eyes full of tears, a smile on his face that causes it to glow.

“That’s a beautiful name. I can’t say I disagree with the decision, especially with Tara’s name in the mix,” he murmurs and kisses the side of my head delicately, his lips lingering on my skin for a moment. “Where did that come from? I love it.”

“I have no idea.” Neeve is pronounced nee-vee rather than Neev.” I thought the spelling would be unique for sure. “I sure love her though.” Her scent — that fresh baby smell — brings me back so far to when Jenevelle was born. I feel at ease; calm, happy, and almost numb. There’s another sensation I can’t describe, but it feels like I’m in the clouds, as if my body is floating and nothing is holding me down. What is this? Whatever it is, I feel incredible.

“Two babies. Who would’ve thought?” His voice is soft yet assuring, he seems beyond ecstatic about our newest addition. “I hope Jenevelle takes kindly to her. She won’t quite understand what’s happening.” Gale strokes my hair as I admire our sweet daughter, watching her yawn as she grips my finger delicately. A wave of mixed emotions washes over me as I stare at her, my heart full of love but my mind full of worry. I pull down my shirt to provide skin-to-skin, building a connection with our sweet daughter, feeling her warmth against me.

“You’re next,” I tell Gale with a smirk, completely disregarding the embarrassment I felt as we bolted through the city earlier today, though I doubt that’s a moment I’ll ever forget. Gale smiles and places a kiss on the top of my head. Suddenly, Jasik knocks on the door. “Come on in.” He opens the door with a smile on his face, providing some baby blankets and burp cloths on my bed.

“Hi, I hope you’re all feeling well. I hate to intrude on this wonderful bonding moment between you all. I just wanted to bring up something rather important to consider, and it’s only a possibility, not for sure… And I am only guessing, so please don’t hold me accountable for anything…” Gale and I exchanged confused glances, our eyes baggy from exhaustion, waiting to hear his next words. “But your new addition — well, she has a soul. It was never given to the devils. She has her own, which means…”

“Wait, what are you implying?” I ask with a shaking voice, holding my daughter close to my chest. “Are you saying she will age?” The room is silent, though I can hear a nervous gulp coming from Gale’s throat as Jasik taps his foot while in deep thought. This isn’t exactly horrible, because if this is the case, then we will get our dream of watching at least one of our children growing up. However, this would also mean our daughter would outgrow us and eventually die. Life is full of surprises though, so who knows what lies ahead?

“I’m saying it’s a possibility. Only time will tell. Anyway… I brought you some pancakes! You’ll need your strength and nutrients to feed that darling baby of yours.” I completely dissociate as he brings out breakfast for Gale and I, a blank expression painted on my face as I try to process this possibility I never considered. Gale takes Neeve from my arms and sits down with her while Jasik places my plate of pancakes on my lap. Our new little girl coos with her eyes closed as Gale admires her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Now, there’s always the possibility her blood cells are frozen like yours, so take that into play also.”

Whatever the outcome of what’s to happen, we are just thankful she’s alright and made it to the world safely. It’s a miracle… She is a miracle.

[pbandjesse]

Today did not go as planned and honestly I feel really bad today. I am just absolutely exhausted and it's insane how I have not been able to get anything done at all today.

And I know it's because I worked until 1 am. But I thought I would sleep and be good but I just was not and it sucked.

I had a lot of fun last night. The wedding went great. The couple was super nice. I had a mango sorbet push pop and a piece of blueberry cake. It was a little hectic. I had to tell Jesse he was doing to much. That he's great at the job but he's making himself stress for no reason.

There was only one stress last night and it was when the women's room completely ran out of toilet paper and I couldn't find Jesse or the keys to change the rolls. That was embarrassing but we handled it after a bit of running around. Those stupid dispensers are the worst though and I hit my elbows every time I went to change one. Terrible design.

Clean up went fine. Jesse did his best to restrain himself and stay behind the desk and let me be in charge. And overall I did great except one of the doors I locked was unlocked again and I forgot to make sure catering brought all the trash cans back inside. So I would have to deal with that but it was all good.

We took some extra time to go over the lights and I remembered where almost all of them were. And he showed me how to lock the gates. And then we were off.

I was really happy to be home. My shoes were doing good until right at the end. I had tried to just sit for a bit during the last hour of the party and was just knitting but when I got up again I guess my feet had swollen and so I spent our last 45 minutes during lights out barefoot. I was just really excited to go home. I'm also going to start bringing slippers to change into like I do at camp.

I got home right at 1. And I was tired but I had some stuff I wanted to accomplish first. I held sweetp for a bit. I took a really excellent shower. And I tried on the new things I got myself yesterday. James briefly woke up and kissed my hand. And soon I was getting in bed and going to sleep.

Had to wake up 3 times to pee. And the last one when when the sun was fully up and making our room so bright. I would put a sleep mask on and go back to sleep.

I hate sleeping until 10. Always have. But James was there and tried to be encouraging. They said that we would need to replace Crabcake's light and heating element which both seemed to stop working. And that we had a full errands to run anyway. Cate and Ross would be coming by around 11 to drop off the bookcase they are getting rid of. So I had time to take a quick wake up shower and get dressed.

I actually wore eyeliner today and I did it slightly different then normal and felt really pretty. My hair always was looking pretty nice. I have razor cut some of the top layers before I went to bed last night and I guess I just needs the movement.

James made me an omelette and a hashbrown. And I ate it outside on the porch swing. I asked for a sprite but it ended up tasting repulsive to me. Very odd. But water was fine.

I wasn't feeling amazing. I put on my best face when Cate and Ross came through. I was happy to see them. And they were so kind to bring us their old book shelf. It will be great in the studio for all of our art books.

They didn't stay long. They had other people to drop things off too and meet with. So we said goodbye and I let myself go lay back down outside.

James said that when I was feeling up to it we could go run errands. We apparently had a miscommunication in this. I thought that they meant that they were ready and so when I was okay enough we would just go. So I gave myself a mental deadline of noon.

But when I was ready all of a sudden James wasn't. And they were all rushed and I was super confused. But I was like. Okay it's fine. I felt exhausted and not thrilled. But James was being really complimentary and telling me how pretty I was and how pretty our baby is going to be, make all the other babies jealous. I was trying to put a happy face on.

But then we get to the pet store and I find out James never checked the heating element and the bulb plugs to make sure they didn't just get turned off. And I wasn't happy that we were going to spend $80 on a maybe. And then James says it's because we rushed out of the house. And they forgot the stuff they needed to do the hardware store run. And I was just. Done. I was so close to tears in the turtle care aisle.

I told James I never even wanted to come out. I felt terrible. I was so tired and uncomfortable and I just wanted to go home. I just kept saying it and I felt like I was stuck in a loop. James said okay let take you home and apologized but we had a very silent drive home.

When we got back here I went and laid down and James collected what they needed. The turtle light and heating element were working fine. And they promised to send me a picture of the menu at Rita's to get me something still.

So they left. And I laid there. And I didnt sleep. I was so very tired but I did not sleep.

Around 2 James was home. They brought me a lemon flavor misto. I had never tried that before but it was nice. And I had that and a pretzel stick. And then I fell asleep. While James working on setting up our dryer (and then doing our first load of laundry in our house!!). And I slept.

I slept until almost 5. And I felt horrible. I feel slightly less horrible now but it was very bad. I was dizzy and nauseous and dehydrated. I felt like I had been running the way I was huffing and puffing. I was not having fun.

Drinking water helped. James made us spaghetti for dinner. We laid in bed together. I can't seem to find the right temperature but I tried to just be calm. I picked out outfits for the week. And we filled out my check in documents for my appointment on Thursday. But mostly we just rested.

Now I'm in the bathroom tub. Considering having a bowl of cereal. But mostly I just want to go to sleep. I'm not sure what tomorrow will hold. If I'm going to go to camp or not. If I still feel this bad in the morning I will probably stay home. And I am trying hard to not feel bad about that.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well and be safe. I love you dearly. Good night!

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 18a

*Warning: Adult Content*  

My lips were pulling up in an extra big smile before I even opened my eyes.

It felt like these days all I did was smile, no matter where I was or what I was doing, I'd always be smiling. 

Master said that he'd never seen anyone so happy before and I told him I was only so happy because I was with him and that he would've seen it much sooner if he didn't take so long to make me really happy.

Only a little piece of me was scared that Master may think it was rude and punish me but the rest of me was right to think that he would know I was just trying to tease him a little. 

Master laughed, he laughed really loud and pulled me into his arms for a hug and kiss that almost made me burst with happiness.

My life was amazing now, even better than amazing, it was... extraordinary and it was like that because I had my perfect Master with me.

So, of course, I couldn't help stop smiling, I was happy because Master taught me new words like that really big one with the extra in it and we spent all our time together. 

And I was really happy because of moments like these, where I woke up in Master's bed with all of me covered by all of Master.

Two large arms were wrapped around me, keeping me pressed to Master's firm chest while one of his legs was laying over my own leg, caging me to him. 

Master's steady breathes were passing through the ends of my hair as he snuggled a little closer to me.

Since the first night Master took me, we'd been sleeping together every single night. 

Whether he took me in his room or mine, I always fell asleep right after Master filled me up but Master never put me back in my bed or returned to his own, so we stayed together.

When I woke up the first morning still in his bed and apologized for not leaving, Master told me to never apologise for that again because he loved having me sleep with him. 

I loved it too so I made sure not to apologise again.

Master took me every night now.

Every single night Master would take me without fault. 

He would touch me all over, running his fingers over my skin to make me shiver and open for him. 

He licked my skin, bit me and tasted all of me while saying dirty words that made me spill over and over. 

Then he'd put his large thing in me and he'd make me feel so good before he spilled in there.

It was amazing.

But Master didn't only touch me when it was night, he did it all the time but never went all the way during the day. 

And Master didn't mind when I sometimes touched him too, he didn't get mad that I kissed him first and asked for more, he just smiled and gave it to me. 

Master had become much more huggee-kissy these days and I hoped he'd never stop.

Arias was right, waiting was worth it in the end.

I shift a little when I feel Master's seed leaking from me a little, it only makes me smile even more as I peaked up at Master. 

I bite my lip to keep back any sounds when I find him looking just as handsome and perfect as always.

Master's face was like something moulded carefully by magical Gods in the sky, shaped to be nice in every way and nothing less. 

Master's body was amazing too, it was so strong and way bigger than my own. 

His arms were muscular and his skin super soft, so soft that I couldn't help running a finger up his stomach.

Seeing him always made my chest fill up with all the joy in the world, it also made my bad parts get excited but I tried my best not to think about that.

"If you weren't so clearly supernatural I'd be worried about your insane recovery time," Master says gruffly making me freeze in my place as he slowly opens one eye to look at me. Master runs his leg against me making me gasp with surprise, I didn't even realise I was hard down there.

"You're always ready, aren't you love?" Master says with a chuckle that only grows when my cheeks heat up. "Hard and wet." 

I shiver at Master's words, they were naughty but it didn't feel wrong, instead, they made me feel good all over. 

"I wonder what you'd do if I kept you from coming for an extended period," Master says thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across his features.

I open my mouth but stop myself right before I could offer him a response. 

I loved all that Master gave me and was willing to try anything he asked but I knew from my experience in the car that I probably wouldn't enjoy not being able to release anything for any longer than that.

So I stayed quiet instead.

"How are you feeling?" Master asks seriously, the teasing tone gone now as he palmed my cheek gently. 

Master's hand was soft as always and even though it wasn't the warmest, I loved it anyway.

"Good Master," I promise while leaning into his touch, I close my eyes to enjoy being this close to Master as best as I could.

"Nothing hurts?" he asks carefully, his other hand gently running down my spine making me arch into his touch. "You must tell me if I've been too rough with you love."

"No, I'm okay Master," I say quickly. "I promise I'm not lying, I'm okay. How are you Master?"

"I'm fine thanks for asking," Master says with a playful grin that I quickly return before leaning up to kiss his lips.

It was quick but just as nice as all our other kisses.

Master rolls onto his back taking me with him so that I was laying over him, I wrap my arms around him and snuggle into him. 

Trying and failing to keep my giggles in while he kissed his way up my neck then to my cheeks.

"I have a little day planned for the two of us," Master says against my collarbone where he presses his final kiss before resting his head back to look at me. "So we should be getting out of bed and having breakfast... or I guess it's lunch at this point."

"A day?" I ask completely confused. "Are we going by Arias and his Malcolm?"

Master's eyes widen immediately, his body going stiff under me making panic spike all around me as he watched me with a raised brow.

"His Malcolm?" Master asks with the smallest hint of a smile behind his confusion, that made me relax a bit because when Master was smiling things were okay and I wouldn't be in trouble.

"I-I...ummmm..." 

My words fall apart under Master's analysing gaze.

I didn't want to say something wrong because maybe I wasn't supposed to share that Arias said that he was the Master in their relationship. 

But then I couldn't lie to Master because we couldn't lie to one another unless it was for a really good reason. 

Maybe I could tell Master the truth but what if he told his friend and I ended up hurting his feelings which would be so mean.

"Kalem, calm down," Master says, his smooth voice pulling me from my wild and building thoughts.

"I don't know what to do Master," I say truthfully, my voice turning into more of a whine at the end.

"Would it help if I promised to just keep this conversation between the two of us?" Master asks and I nod quickly.

Master offers his little finger so I quickly wrap mine around it and squeeze. 

"Alright then, tell me what's this about now."

"I just meant t-that he was... A-Arias’ Malcolm because Arias... isn't like me.... and his Malcolm isn't like you," I say, trying my best to be careful with my words, they were always tricky for me but this was the trickiest they'd ever been.

"You're saying Arias is Malcolm's Master," Master replies flatly, offering me a smirk as if he didn't just read through my tricky words with no problems at all. 

I nod slowly and Master releases a breath. 

"I'm quite aware of the relationship they have Kalem, it's very obvious if you pay the two of them even the slightest bit of attention. Did Arias say that much to you?"

"Kind of," I reply and Master nods.

"Malcolm's always liked the subservient role more than the rest of our kind, it's something that's always made life hard for him," Master explains, his features slowly falling as they fill with sadness. "He's always been rejected by our kind because of it."

"Why?" I ask with a frown.

"Because vampires are hypocritical pieces of shit," Master spits angrily making my eyes go wide.

Master didn't really use bad words unless he was taking me so it was a little surprising here him use them now. 

"Either way, I'm happy the Elf is pleasing that side of him."

"Me too," I say happily. 

I didn't really know Arias' Malcolm but he seemed nice, he was Master's only friend and he made Arias happy, even if he didn't show it, so I liked him. 

"So are we going to see them?""

Not today," Master says as he sits up from the bed, pulling the sheets from around us before sliding off slowly and standing with me still in his arms. 

I latch onto Master and smile into him when he holds me close to him and takes us to the bathroom. 

"Today, I'd like to spend some time outside the castle, without any thoughts of Diablos or what you could possibly be."

"Don't tell me what it is," I say when Master sets me down, excitement pouring into me as I tried to imagine what we could be doing with just us that we didn't do in the castle. "I like surprises, I think."

Master surprised me a few times with new foods to try or more yellow things and it made me even merrier than usual, so I was almost completely sure that I liked them.

"I won't," Master agrees as he leans into the shower to turn on the water. 

He turns back to look at me, looking almost scary with how serious he looked at me. 

"Okay then, time to clean you up."

I hated this part of the day the most.

It wasn't that I didn't like being clean, I loved taking showers and baths and I loved them even more when I got to take them with Master. 

Everything smelt nice and fresh and the water was always warm like a pretty waterfall. 

I loved it all, promise.

What I hated was that cleaning up time was now the time that Master would help me get clean in the morning, making sure all his seed from the night before came out.

I hated that the most.

Master didn't understand that it felt good to be so full with him when I couldn't have him in me, that it felt a little naughty but also right to feel his seed trail down my legs. 

It made me feel like Master really owned me in every way and was having me in a way that I'd never ever let anyone else have.

It was the best feeling in the whole entire world.

I begged Master to let it stay, even for just for a bit of the day but he always said no. 

This was one thing he wouldn't change his mind on, no matter what I said.

So I ran away the first time, Master caught me though so it didn't make sense trying to hide. 

I did pop but then I'd be lonely just being by myself for too long so I popped back, then Master would clean me up.

"Just a little longer today Master, please," I ask hopefully but Master was crossing his arms. "After breakfast, please please."

"Kalem, you know the answer already," Master says before pushing open the shower door and stepping aside for me. "Come on, the quicker you get in the shower the faster it ends."

I make sure to send Master my most upset glare, giving him a few seconds to see that I was not happy at all and then enter the shower. 

When Master tries to get in with me, I put a hand to his chest and shake my head.

"Seriously?" Master asks with a little laugh. 

"Kalem." 

He presses so I fold my arms the way he did. 

"This is my shower."

"Well I'm using it right now Master, so I'm sorry but you will have to find another way to get clean," I say raising my chin but I was still looking up at him, I pressed up onto my toes but that didn't help either, it just made me wobbly. "I would get clean with you, after breakfast but you said no to that."

Master stared at me, clear shock written all over his features as I look right back at him. 

I wanted to laugh a bit, not only because Master's face looked a bit funny right now but because I couldn't believe I was doing this and getting away with it. 

But I kept myself strong until Master stepped out with his hands raised in surrender and started to fill his bath instead.

"If Kalem three months ago could see you now," Master mumbles while releasing a breath. "He'd have a damn heart attack."

I giggle a little at that and step under the water, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of the warm water raining down on me. 

The shower wasn't as scary as it once was and I loved spending time under this water, it was what I imagine rained to be like.

Arias said that rain was the water that came down from the clouds, he said they were the nature's messengers and that they'd pass all over the skies watching and following where the soil's calls led them. 

He said the clouds would go where they were needed and that they'd release all their water, pouring down what nature wanted all its pieces to feel.

I never saw rain but I imagined that I'd really like it.

[dzpenumbra]

7/14/23

Good lord, today has been a shitshow. Once again woken up at 8AM, dreams and creaking floorboards. I roll over and go back to sleep, then an hour later... I am woken up... I shit you not... to knocking and a fucking voice yelling out inside my apartment.

The maintenance guy showed up unannounced at 9AM on a Thursday. And he keyed his way into my apartment. I'm hoping him seeing my shoes on the floor was the reason he actually said anything. I honestly don't know.

Looks like those self-protective instincts telling me to be vigilant for intruders in my home... turned out to be spot on. Great. Now this hypervigilance will never go away. I could feel it once I verified the sound was actually maintenance in my unit, it was just yelling "see?! see?! I fucking told you! I was warning you! I was RIGHT!" Even a broken clock is right twice a day, gotta keep remembering that.

I scrambled to put on clothes and get downstairs. The guy had an extra fan blade he wanted to size, to see if it would work as a replacement. It did not. So... he turned around and went to leave. Yep, woke me up for that. Now, this is me on about 5 hours of sleep, which normally isn't that bad... but this the fourth consecutive night of 4-6 hours of sleep. That shit accrues. It stacks. I feel straight up fucking drunk right now, I'm legit delirious.

So... he said he was going to look around for a replacement fan, or maybe order one. I asked when to expect that, he said he'd send an email. After he left, my heart was still going and my eyes were barely open. I was unsure what to do. I just kinda paced around a bit and oriented myself with the waking world. I don't entirely remember what I did. But not too much later, he started knocking on my door again. He found a fan, and I said... okay, we're on. Let's get this shit over with. He had to get a ladder that actually... worked... so he left and I put on a pot of coffee. He got the new fan put on, it's set and running now. Finally. It's been like 4 days.

But something weird happened. I mean... the whole situation was insanely weird, in hindsight. The dude shows up at my door after saying he's going to order a part and get back to me... he doesn't order the part or get back to me... he shows up with a salvaged piece from a different model of fan... three days later. I specifically asked in the email I sent to the manager that he drop by after 3pm since I'm on a weird schedule. The first time, he did that. Then... this time, he just shows up at 9AM for no reason at all. Which was insanely disruptive. But, me being the super nice pushover I am... I just got out of bed, made coffee and struck up a nice conversation about the crazy weather as I started working on my digital art project with him on a ladder next to me. Not telling him to fuck off and come back after 3, like I specifically asked in the email. Why? I'm scared of confrontation. I want to be nice. And I'm already fucking up. The damage is already done. He already keyed into my goddamn home, we're ending this now.

The weirder thing that happened? Like... every sentence I spoke? He couldn't hear me. He needed me to repeat literally everything I said. Again... because I am constantly tiptoeing around my apartment, and whispering. And I'm usually awake all night while everyone else is asleep and no one has complained yet, so... I'm guessing I'm pretty good at being quiet? I never speak loud. I never even really have opportunities to use my full voice. So... no shit? I guess? No shit my voice has disappeared?

It was a bit haunting though. Like I said last night, I used to be a goddamn singer. Not only that, a screamer. A metal vocalist. I used to sing full-bore in the shower every single morning. I got really good at singing from that. Now? Now, I'm talking at a comfortable volume to someone 10 feet away and he can't hear me.

So which came first? Did I end up in isolation because I wasn't seen or heard? Or am I not seen or heard because I'm in isolation? Chicken or the egg? In the end, it's just sad.

He finished, the fan is set up and running, that chapter is over. I played Hades for a while. It was actually a pretty nice day out. I was planning on taking a nap and then going skating. I was way too tired to just go skate then. I finished my pot of coffee, put a coat of oil on the beads... Honestly, I don't really fully remember much of the day, it's all been a blur. But around noon or one, I ended up eating a big bowl of Raisin Bran with almond milk (yep, I've become that guy) and passing out. Successfully.

I woke up to more creaking. It gets to the point where it's like a sick joke or something. I don't even bother with the headphones anymore, I feel like they might actually hurt unless I'm blasting something, because they neutralize the sound of the fan... which is covering up the creaks... and it ends up actually isolating the creaks... so... not a super effective solution unless I'm playing something loud directly in my ears that covers up those sounds. That option is still on the table.

I woke up and it was... a sickening yellowish grey out. I was a bit afraid I overslept until dusk... but I checked my phone and it was only mid-afternoon. I got another couple hours of sleep. It felt a bit cold... so I check the weather and... sure enough... there was a storm rolling in, and it was starting... 10 minutes from when I woke up. Like it was literally just starting. Crazy timing. So... I missed my window to skate.

But that turned out to be okay, because I had a lot of inspiration today for some reason. I finally conceptualized what I wanted to do for my griptape art... at least the start, and I'm going to work from there. Actually for a lot of my representative art.

First, for my trick board, I wanted to do a red-tailed hawk on the tail, and a raven on the nose. Their heads, in profile, likely looking the same direction, so that when you shove-it and the board fully rotates the birds are looking the same direction. And I want to paint those with acrylic in color and in detail. And in the center, I want a mandala radiating out to meet them. I think that's a solid design.

I really want to reconnect with animal spirits. I have the owl here, and my other animal I've had representing me has been the chipmunk. And, as much as the chipmunk is very innocent and playful and loveable... I'm afraid I'm identifying too much with it. The timid skittishness and hiding and all that. The Red-tail has been one of my strongest animal connections in my life, I'd like to rekindle that connection. No offense, blue jay. Maybe I'll save a pant-drawing for the blue jay, so it has its special spot.

And the raven? I pulled a tarot card before going to the event in the parking lot yesterday. God that feels like days ago, my sense of time is so fucked. The tarot card I pulled was Six of Swords, which in my deck is an illustration of a woman holding her child, riding a raven over turbulent waters. And... the river yesterday... So... the literal symbolism was a part of wanting to connect there. I've connected with the crow plenty, but have always neglected the raven. I figured it's time. The card is supposed to represent... carrying your conviction through adversity, towards a better future... "a change of mind leading to a brighter future" is what I wrote in my study doc. It was pretty dead on. And the raven is a symbol of wild wisdom. Where I've always seen the hawk as... a scout of sorts, a sentry; precision, vigilance and solitude.

My electric hybrid board, it's a bit more general but I wanted to do the dog god (Anubis) on the tail, and I think I'm going to go with a deer god on top. I'm really feeling pulled towards the deer right now. I've also felt pretty compelled to put a dear head on my beige cargo shorts, the color is right. It's a thought, I think it'd be cool. And I was tempted to put a symbol that represents ahimsa on my green cargo shorts, but... it's a symbol used in the Jain faith, which I'm not fully familiar with... but what I have studied of it was... a bit too much for me. I love the sentiment, but it goes a bit farther than I think I'd comfortably be able to live. Like... I can do vegetarian, but I don't know if I can go vegan... that kinda step a little too far for me. So... yeah, still on the fence with that one.

I did yoga super late, but I did one for my neck and I swear to god every time I do that one it is very humbling but it makes my neck and shoulders feel so much better. That's the one that introduced me to Locust, which I have a very love-hate relationship with. I guess I don't really do enough regular neck stretches, and I'm constantly craning it, doing art and looking at monitors and such. I did my yoga right around when the storm was picking up. It was nice.

After the storm, I was doing all sorts of stuff... but I ended up gathering some books from my bookshelf. I figured it was time to study meditation. So I got my book on modern Druidry that I was studying last summer right until I got to the meditation chapter... because I read a passage where they said you can "suffer neurological damage" if you meditate while inebriated? Like... even on alcohol? Which... I could see as a... deterrent to try to make it clear that young party kids are not welcome... I guess? But like... you have wine and meditation as part of most of your rituals... Just sayin... It felt like fear-mongering. It did not feel like something rooted in truth, it felt like a propaganda statement stated as fact as a way of showing disapproval towards certain forms of practice. And this guy and his school are absolutely entitled to those restrictions, I mean Jains don't even eat eggs, but they consume milk? For some reason? I mean... we all have our reasons. And I get it, and I have my own too, and I respect those deeply. They're part of what make us... us. But for the love of god, don't go around saying "if you meditate when you're drunk you're going to get brain damage". That sounds like the same paranoid shit people in the suburbs were spouting about "don't take apples from your neighbors on Halloween because they might have slipped razor blades in them!" Or "don't let those kids skateboard here, if they fall and hurt themselves they're going to sue you." It really turned me off, so much that I stopped reading the book entirely at that point.

I also grabbed a book by Chogyam Trungpa called Meditation in Action that found its way into my hands... and my copy of Ram Dass' Be Here Now which... I'm pretty sure has a dedicated section in the back about meditation. I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, but I'm sure I'll find it here somewhere. I started with Ram Dass, and started reading the introduction to get more familiar with his story, but I was getting too sucked in and had to go shower...

But first... I glanced at the sky. The storm had ended and it was peach and rose colored. It was gorgeous. I went to my big windows and looked in awe at the sky above. And I decided to draw a tarot card, because it felt like a moment of transition. My prompt being... just a general "what to look out for in the future". I pulled the inverted Seven of Wands. Seven of Wands represents standing in defense against overwhelming odds. And the inversion... a blockage, or difficulty, a disconnect, a dissonance. And that's sorta been weighing on me a bit, because it's true. I struggle with standing up for myself and my rights and my desires a lot, as it's rooted in confidence, and I think my confidence is pretty damn low lately. Mostly because... it's not being fed... it's entirely self-generated by a depressed person and my worst critic - me.

I showered and decided to sing in the shower. I couldn't bring myself to sing loudly, despite the people I would be disturbing being the same neighbors who have fucked up my entire life for four consecutive nights now. I just... held back.

And... I shit you not... I went to get a drink and there was a letter under the door. I couldn't fathom what it could be. My rent and bills were autopay, and they were payed up over a week ago. I... was just baffled. I opened it. It was a lease renewal form. They want me to renew my lease with them, if I want to, and it would have to be done by September. So... I have some time to think. They said they can put some of my deposit towards my first month of the new lease. But... what was really confusing me? There was a new number for the rent. There was my current rent... then my renewal rent which was... $60/month higher than my current rent if received before mid-September. And a renewal rent which is $95/month higher if I renew after that. So... no matter what, my rent is going up. And this is how I'm finding out about it.

It's weird. You'd think you'd like... want to reward people for being good tenants, and renewing their leases. Like... imagine if you were renting somewhere and were a perfect tenant and every year they just keep raising the rent. Like... nothing is changing... I guess it's inflation? Is this normal? I don't think my last house had a rent change in the like... 4-5 years I was there... I don't know.

So... that's confusing for a few reasons. And the worst part is, I don't have anyone to talk to. No one to try to work out my difficulty understanding this concept. Add in the fact that my neighbors have been affecting my sleep so severely that it's forced me to change my sleep schedule and is still affecting my physical health. Add in the fact that... I don't even really go out... I don't even really use the city. I just sorta... get stuff delivered, which I could do in the country... but I have to deal with the inconveniences of the city on top of that. The noise... the loud, oblivious, flat-footed city folk who slam doors and stomp around and scream while they have sex when they have neighbors on all sides. And the forest has been calling me. And I just don't know what the best idea for me right now is, or even what's available. I need to really think about it.

Here's another factor. I found that sustainable trail building certificate course again. It's a year-long thing, including an internship. The college it's at is about an hour drive away, each way. I don't have a car, so I'd have to do that rental shared car thing specifically for that. And it was listing the courses as... a full week... one week a month, in September and November, then a spring "field trip", then another week in april/may... then a May to August internship. $3.5k for the whole thing, full-year certificate program.

Bro, I don't know how to balance that. Where the fuck am I going to live? What do I do with the rest of my time? Am I driving to this college for one hour classes... 7 days a week... for one week... then waiting two months, then doing it again? Can't I just... apprentice under someone? Can't I just say "hey, I'm super interested in what you do and I'll literally uproot my life and devote every day to learning this. Full-time. All I ask is teach me what you know and help me get set up with a job after.

And... do I keep this in consideration for my lease renewal? Is this a real plan? This isn't even a job, this is just for a certificate. I'm just... I can feel the emotional wall, so I'm just gonna say it. I'm scared if I go through with this, I'm going to get fleeced again. Like the tattoo school thing. Where I go, and I'm the best student there, and I do amazing work, and then I go home and... I'm $5k lighter, no license, no connections and no future. And the Tower comes crumbling down.

And I've been a bit insecure about just... calling the college and asking them to do something non-traditional. Or calling people who do this type of work, and asking them for mentorship. I had it work one time in college, when my non-traditional approach of trying to get credits transferred, and having to make presentations to committees of teachers to justify the credits I had already fucking earned at other colleges and all that... that did work. But it's like ever since then, every single time has fallen flat. Every email I send is just... never responded to. Every call, not returned. Every heart-felt 2 page long letter pouring out my story and my soul-deep reasons for why I'm so passionate about this... it just... doesn't go anywhere. Because I'm a stranger. I'm just a random stranger, writing them on the internet. So... it just... feels pointless. I'd love to write like this to someone in the field. Or one of my mentors, my idols. "Hey, I absolutely love what you do. It inspires me every single day. I want nothing more than to do what you do, and I'm willing to uproot my entire life to immerse myself in it." And to not even get a call back... it's like... what's even the point?

So yeah, I'm struggling with all of that. But it's good to have more options, and more info. I just want to make sure I've given this area a fair chance before I pack my bags. Plus... I don't have a car... so how the fuck am I going to move anyway...

I even entertained the idea of asking the building manager to have me switch units. Ideally to one where there isn't someone pacing back and forth stomping on creaky floorboards at both 2AM and 8AM... somehow... I do like having the unit number 111, that's gonna be hard to give up... but the prospect of having a top-floor apartment that might even be cheaper than this one? That's pretty fucking tempting... But... ugh, moving already? I'm kinda attached to this place. I don't know.

Anyway. Big day again. God, I need a day where I just... chill. This is too much. I'm so deeply exhausted. And, because it's already late and I need to read this back... I'm going to stop writing now.

[golbrocklovely]

all i could wish for // colby brock

A/N: the idea for this fic came to me a long time ago. i thought of the idea of what if the fav became obsessed with the fan, and then in kinda turned into this magical curse type of fic. the sam fic is also kinda similar, with someone becoming obsessed with a celebrity. i added more to this fic last night bc i felt like it just needed a little something extra, a surprise twist if you will. let me know what you think. hope you enjoy !

prompt: you've been a fan of colby's for years, and all you wanted was for him to feel the same way about you as you did him. but you really should have been careful what you wished for. || fan!reader x obsessed!colby

trigger warning: dark, kind of sad, angsty as hell, the briefest of mentions of smut (but highkey not really), cursing, obsession on both ends, colby is unhinged, surprise ending...?

word count: 1952

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you didn't know how it was possible. all you did was make a stupid wish. you didn't think it would come true. how could it? it was an unbelievable request.

you had been a fan of colby’s for years, and secretly pined for him for just as long. you knew it was never going to happen, but there was a tiny part of you that wished it would, even if it was impossible.

and one night, in the middle of a dark thunderstorm, you wished for him to be obsessed with you like you were with him. you knew saying that out loud made you sound desperate and crazy, but all you could think about was him and the love you believed he would bring into your life.

you needed him, and you wanted him to need you too.

the next day when you woke up, there was a knock at your door. and there he was, in all of his emo glory: colby brock.

it took a couple days to piece together the insanity of it all. how any of this could have happened. but what you did understand was this: he woke up in the middle of the night, his body aching for yours. he knew who you were, knew where you lived, and had to come out to see you. so, he booked a flight and came to your door, begging for you to let him in.

he knew everything about you. every. little. detail. and for a while, you were so overjoyed to have him around. you guys enjoyed each other's company, in more ways than one; and for a moment, you were truly happy. and colby claimed to be happy too. you could feel yourself falling in love with him. with actual him; not just the version you had seen through your screen.

every day you woke up, he told you how much he loved you. how much you infatuated him. how everything about you brought happiness into his life. he couldn't believe that it took him this long to find someone like you.

but the paradise you lived in with colby only lasted so long.

something about him just seemed... off. sure, you were just starting to get to know him, but there was this unexpected maniac energy around him. like he was running on fumes or pure anxiety alone. especially when you would leave for work. at first, it was cute that he didn't want you to leave. but slowly over time it grew more and more worrisome, borderline annoying. you would come back and he would be in a ball on your bed, his eyes wide with anxiety. he thought you wouldn't come back to him, but every day you assured him that wasn't the case, that you just had to leave for work.

that was just the start of his obsession with you.

there wasn't much you could do in the house without him following you around. if you made food, he was there next to you trying to help. laundry? he folded your clothes with you. shower? you showered together. every step you took, he was right behind you. and at first it was endearing. but now... all you wanted was space. you never thought you would get tired of seeing colby's face, and in reality you weren't. but everything about him was growing more and more annoying by the second. all you wanted was just a bit of room to breathe.

so, one night, when he was dead asleep, you decided to sneak out. you met up with some of your coworkers at a bar not too far away from your house. you had a couple drinks, relaxed for the first night in what felt like forever, and had fun. you never told anyone about colby because you didn't know exactly what to say about the situation. but when you told your closest friends at work that you were having boy troubles, they gave you the best advice.

let. him. go.

you decided to do just that. you planned to tell colby to go back to L.A., go back to his life, and forget about you. you had your fun with him. but it was time for him to go home.

as you pulled up to your house, the lights were off. it was quiet. a chill ran up your spine from the cool, fall air. you walked into your home, unlocking the door and shutting it as quietly as you could. hands from behind you wrapped around your body, one gripping your neck firmly. your body was pressed up against the door, and you were barely able to let out a yell before your windpipe was squeezed.

"baby... where were you? you've been gone soooo long." colby purred.

you groaned, trying to shimmy out of his hold. "hi, colby. um, can you let go of my throat?"

"whaaa? i thought you liked my hand around your neck." he cooed.

you squeaked. "i do, but i can't br-"

"you didn't answer my question. where. the FUCK. were you?" colby growled in your ear, his sweet tone completely gone.

you couldn't speak, his hand too tight on your throat. you clawed at him but his grip didn't loosen.

"oh sweetheart, you must've forgot. i know everything about you. i know how you think. i know how you feel. i know that you've been wanting space, and i've given you plenty. i didn't shower with you last night, i just stood in the bathroom waiting for you to be done," he argued, his breaths speeding up. "i let you sneak out of the house tonight to go see your little coworkers. but i saw you through the bar window. you were smiling… and flirting with them. you cheated on me."

you choked out. "colby, please, i would never-"

his voice thundered off the walls of your house. "shut up! don't lie to me! i know you want me gone. i know you want me to go back home. but i can't do that. you are my home, baby."

he pressed his body harder into yours, "every part of me aches for you. my mind, body, and soul is yours. darling.... i'm obsessed with you."

colby pulled your head back and slammed your face hard into the front door, knocking you out instantly.

you weren't sure how much time had passed. it could have been minutes, or hours, or days. but when you finally came to, the sight before you concerned you.

colby sat in the corner of your room, crying.

you wanted to reach out to him, and tried, but your hand wouldn't budge. you suddenly felt the binds on your wrists and feet, tying you tightly to a chair.

"colby... wha the fu..." you murmured, the pressure in your head making it hard to think.

he glanced up at you, wiping away his tears aggressively. "what the fuck did you do to me?"

you furrowed your brow, confused out of your mind. "i could ask you the same question."

“who... who the fuck are you, and why am i here?” he uttered, his voice quivering.

you shook your head. “what? colby, i-i'm y/n. i'm your girlfriend.”

he retorted, glaring. “that's a fucking joke. i don't have one. especially not you.”

your breath hitched in your throat. “what are you-”

colby snapped, standing up, “i know what you did to me. you... you turned me into this! this obsessed person!”

you shuddered at his tone, embarrassed by the truth.

“how did you do it? what the fuck did you do to turn me into this?” he muttered.

“i don't know.” you confessed.

he scoffed. “right...”

“i'm serious. one night i just wished for you to know who i am, and then all of sudden the next day you were here.” you admitted, pleading for him to believe you.

“undo it. right now.” he growled, stomping up to you.

you sputtered. “i-i wish i knew how to.”

“bullshit. undo it!” he fumed.

you yelled. “i don't know how!”

colby backed himself into your wall, sliding down it and running his fingers through his hair. "how could you do this to me?"

you shook your head, not sure how to even answer. you glanced up at him, and his eyes met yours. they were bloodshot and widened with fear and anger.

"i can still feel your emotions, you know. i can still feel how you felt for me. you loved me, like all the other fans. but for some reason... that wasn't enough. you made me into this... desperate, needy, thing. i couldn't even breathe when you weren't around. if i even tried to think of something else, my thoughts would just loop back around to you. my whole entire world became you. the only reason i existed was to be yours."

he got closer to you with each word, until finally stopping in front of you. he cupped your face gently, growing even closer. his eyes bore into yours with so much intensity. you wanted to look away, but they just drew you in.

"and do you want to know something? i... hated... every... second of it. i don't love you, and whatever love you have for me... i don't want it." he hissed.

you looked down in shame, your vision fogging with tears. he let go of your face, backing away from you.

"leave." you whispered.

he froze, turning back around to you. "what did you say?"

“leave. i don't... love you anymore.” you lied.

“say it again.” he demanded.

thunder rolled in with your voice, harmonizing with you. "i don't love you anymore. get out!"

he whimpered your name, “y/n...”

tears rolled down your face as you screamed, “i said get out! get out! i don't love you anymore! i don't want you!”

lightning clashed just outside your window, thunder booming just over your house. the ground shook and all the power in your house died. colby fell to the floor, screaming out in pain suddenly. everything was overwhelming and loud until finally... silence.

colby shook on the floor, panting. his breath became shallow, then his shaking turned into laughter. you glared at him through tears until he finally sat up.

“oh baby... that was good.” he picked his head up, wiping away tears. “holy shit, wow.... you are so funny. seriously, take that act on the road.”

“w-what?” you squeaked.

“sweetheart, i know you didn't mean that. you love me. i know you do. and i'm sorry i lied to you. i just… wanted to scare you a bit.” he smiled softly.

“colby, are you serious?” you grunted.

he raced up to you, gripping your neck. his eyes were ice cold, sending a chill up your spine. “does it look like i'm fucking with you?”

“please just leave, i set you free. you can go.” you begged.

“oh no, darling. that's the problem. i will never be free of you,” he spat. “but now... you'll never be free of me either.”

“no, please colby. just go. i don't love you anymore.” you trembled, staring into his eyes.

“you're not a very good liar. but it doesn't matter anyway. even if you don't love me, i love you.” he pressed his lips against your ear, feigning sweetness. “i will always love you. and need you. and want you.”

more tears leaked from your eyes, “p-please just-”

“you wanted me obsessed with you! here i am baby, fully obsessed. there is no one in my life i need other than you.” he snarled bitterly.

you couldn't do anything as colby squeezed your throat tightly, your vision immediately blackening.

"you and i.... we're forever."

[gravegroves]

I've been spending quite a lot of my time in hospital lately, it's not been a fun time. I recently saw a post floating around about what would have happened if Billy had died the night he was injected (if anyone knows of it, feel free to message me so I can properly credit). Seeing as I have nothing but hours laying in hospital beds, I wrote this thing.

Where Billy basically turns into a vengeful ghost. Not happy, you've been warned. CW: death, disturbing imagery, revenge, vengeful ghost!Billy

*****

They drag his body out into the woods.

No one cares to check to see if he's even still breathing. The blue of his lips would have been a dead giveaway, but the dark of night hides a lot of things.

Like a goddamn body.

He walks beside the kids, watches his own booted heels carve a groove into the earth because even between the four of them his body is too heavy to lift, so they drag him through the undergrowth like a sack of shit.

Not far. But far enough.

Maybe they do know he's dead. Maybe Max meant to kill him all along.

They get his body away from the house and the road, deep enough into the woods that no one would have a hope in hell of spotting him unless they went looking.

And they leave him there.

"Asshole can walk home when he wakes up." Max pants before they sprint back the way they came without a backwards glance. Billy wants to run after them, scream, demand that they come back and do something, but he knows with a soul deep certainty that whatever force is keeping him in this limbo is also keeping him tethered to his body. Knows this because the second he woke up in this new state he immediately tried to turn around and leave. Got as far as the driveway where the groove of Harrington's ass-print was still visible in the dirt, when he'd realised he had walked through the Byers's front door, right before he then walked into an invisible but impenetrable wall.

He'd gone back inside —through the door again when reaching for the handle had been the same as reaching for air— just in time to see the little shits preparing to drag his body out into the woods.

No one had noticed his entrance or the screaming that followed.

He wonders if they'll drag Harrington out to join him. If they'll remember that the night is fucking freezing and to bring Billy back a jacket. If he wasn't already dead he could've easily died from hypothermia.

They never do.

He hears the distant sounds of cars occasionally, of people, of things he can't quite place.

But no one comes back for him.

Not for a long, long time.

*****

The circle gets wider the more his body decomposes.

He can't stand to look at it. The sockets sunken. His long eyelashes fanning over milky, half-lidded eyes staring unseeingly up at the treetops. Gangly, awkward sprawl the same as the day he'd been left there. The cold winter does a good job of preserving his body. No roiling maggot infestations or flies to drive him more insane than he already feels.

When he stops actively working against it, his apparition changes to match that of his physical body, slowly rotting along with it. Losing pieces of himself.

Every time he feels a loose bit of skin sloughing off, it takes everything in him to force his form back to the one he had on the might of his death. He'd joke about looking his very best that night, that at least he had that going for him, but all it takes is for his mind to wander for a moment and the effect slowly wears off again.

Nowadays, Billy's mind does almost nothing but wander.

He's circled the impenetrable wall more times than he can count, looking for a weakness, a tiny crack that he might dig his rotting fingers into and tug to grant him an extra bit of freedom. Every time he walks out to check again, the circle is a couple of inches further out.

Weeks pass.

The circle gains six feet.

He's going fucking insane.

With nothing but anger and betrayal and his own rotting fucking corpse for company, he stews in a broth of raw, hateful emotions for so long it feels like there isn't much left of him besides the fury and the need to check his circle.

He won't see California again for sixteen-and-a-half thousand years at this inch-an-hour rate.

Billy calculated that.

He cries. He begs. He screams. His throat never tires and he never runs out of air, and the forest simply continues to calmly exist, undisturbed, because Billy Hargrove is a goddamn ghost.

And ghosts can't do shit.

*****

It's a particularly fucked up kind of torture that Billy can hear the louder going-on's at the Byers house, a tantalising break in his monotony hovering just beyond his reach. He can't see the house for the thicket yet, instead he stands as close as the ring allows him when he knows the mother —Joyce— leaves for the day to go to work and again when she comes home. Or when her eldest boy Jonathan plays his music loud enough to be heard throughout the entire area.

Billy hopes every time to hear even just a hint of something to keep him grounded in reality.

It doesn't work. (Jonathan's taste in music is pretentious at best, depressing at worst, Billy almost prefers the silence.)

One time he thinks he hears the kids —MaxMaxMAX— come to visit Will and he howls in anger, throws himself against the circle and claws at the invisible limit to get at them all.

I'm here! I'm here, right where you left me you fucking shitheads!

No one comes to check, which means that no one hears him.

Billy thinks about what he's going to do to them all once his circle is wide enough.

He smacks his head violently against the invisible wall.

There is no pain.

His teeth sure do look white against rotted leaves, though.

*****

By the time Hopper finds him, his circle is about to breach the treeline by the road.

Billy feels the man the second he steps into the circle, like a spider's Web, the very air buzzes closest to where he pushes into Billy's territory, needling at his mind until he goes to check on the intruder and does something to make it leave.

Make it stay.

Make it pay.

He's been so focused on that widening ring —staring at the last mark he dug into the ground to indicate his limits and checking obsessively for new inches gained— that he hadn't even heard the new car pull up into the Byers' driveway.

He moves back from the treeline —so tantalisingly close to where he might get to see people and cars again— and stalks through tree trunks, branches and leaves without disturbing a single one and finds police Chief Hopper bent over something on the forest floor.

"Hey!" Billy barks, momentarily stunned by the warped tone of his own voice. The man doesn't react, still bent over what Billy now realises is the matching heel grooves from when Billy was dragged into this torturous corner of the shittiest town in America.

Hopper's eyes follow the trail until it disappears behind a tightly knit group of trees and looks tempted to follow it.

Billy almost vibrates with excitement.

"That's it piggy," He hisses, voice the groan of trees cracking in a storm, circling the oblivious man like a starving lion with no teeth or claws to make a meal of him. Blood oozes from his gaping maw like drool.

"Follow the fucking trail and get me the hell out of here!"

The man doesn't hear a word of course, and he sure does take his sweet time. Checking the trees of all things —for what, Billy doesn't know— and using a stick to poke the dirt in front of him like he's expecting it to cave under his weight. Slowly, though, he makes his way closer to where Billy's body lies forgotten.

He's so close.

Just a bit more.

"Don't you leave me here you dumb bastard, don't you fucking leave me here," Billy rattles over and over again, a curse and mantra all in one, anger turned to simmering. If the cop doesn't find him now, it may be months or even years, before someone comes this way again and Billy doesn't know how much more of this hellish existence he can take.

He wonders if Max really could be stupid enough to think he'd wake up and simply run away without the camaro.

She must know. She left me here without even coming back to check. She knows where I am and told NO ONE.

Just a little further...

Hopper stops again.

The anger boils over.

Billy strides right up to the man and lashes out, but his hand connects with nothing. Billy howls in frustration, but watches as a meaty hand comes up to absentmindedly scratch at the place Billy had tried to tear open with his useless ghost hands.

Something cocks it's head in Billy's mind.

But then Hopper turns the corner.

And things go pretty quickly from there.

*****

The chief calls in his find to the station.

He doesn't touch Billy's body, but he doesn't leave him there alone, either. Billy appreciates it in a way, it feels like something he would do when he was alive, yet it does nothing to calm the ever burning pit in his belly.

Hopper sits himself down on a fallen log and stares down at Billy's corpse with tired eyes and Billy can't tell if they're sad or if the man is simply annoyed about the extra hours he's gonna have to pull tonight.

It doesn't really matter.

Billy begins circling him again.

It feels like Hopper is prey, but Billy still can't quite figure out how to eat him.

The pit burns hotter. The anger yawns wider.

Hungry.

He brings up a finger to dip in the blood around his mouth and grins wider than humanly possible, splitting the sides of his face when a bloody B.H. slowly stains black against the dark blue of the back of Hopper's officer jacket.

Billy can work with this.

*****

The morgue is a dismal fucking place, filled with geeks too excited about dead people for Billy to stand hanging around, no longer than it takes for his body to get stored away with a tag around his big toe.

His circle thankfully keeps it's distance and continues to grow.

It almost feels like tending to a garden, the way he runs his palm against the smooth surface of the invisible wall as he walks along it, encouraging it with soft hisses of the names of all the people who are going to pay for what has happened to him.

MAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMMAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMMAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMMAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOM—

On and on it goes.

He checks out the neighbourhood after another round along the circle's edge, weeding out the people all buzzing in his web. None of them ping his radar quite like Hopper did, but they are more than good enough for a little practise.

Billy needs to be ready.

*****

"He appears to have been injected with quite a high dose of sodium thiopental. The extremely high dosage coupled with a quick injection can cause extreme respiratory distress," A bead of the mortician's sweat makes its way down his face towards his nose to hang precariously at the tip.

If it lands on Billy's body, Billy will have another name to add to his garden.

"He suffocated before the drug overdose even had the chance kill him. Then he was left outside with barely any clothes in the winter. This kid was triple dead. If it wasn't one, then it was the other two."

Billy watches Hopper massage the bridge of his nose for a while, his shoulders slumped. Then the man seems to pull himself together with monumental effort and reaches for a folder marked with Billy's name.

"Billy Hargrove. Age 17. Lived with his father, step-mother and step-sister at 4819 Cherry Lane. Last seen by Karen Wheeler on the night of November 5th getting into his Camaro and heading out to the Byers residence to pick up his step sister Max Mayfield. According to the family, the car has been outside of their residence since the day after he was last seen."

"Last seen by Max Mayfield, dead in the fucking woods," Billy spits. A tiny droplet of blood sprays onto Hopper's face. The man absentmindedly wipes it away, unaware of the streak it leaves behind on his cheek.

He flicks to the next page. Clears his throat.

"Drag marks at the crime scene indicate he was dragged from the road into the forest and then dumped..."

"Liar!" Billy roars, "they led into that goddamn house, you know they did!"

He sweeps a hand over the scalpels and instruments lying on a tray next to the guerny and watches in fascination as they all go tumbling to the floor.

Hopper and the sweaty mortician freeze in place.

Oh.

After a second of stunned silence, Billy pounces.

Hopper takes the full brunt of his attack right to the chest, toppling backwards and landing half on top of Billy's corpse while Billy's spirit sits on his chest and squeezes down on his throat.

"Liar!" Billy wails, "you fucking LIAR! Why are you lying?! They killed me! You know they killed me!"

Liar Liar Liar Liar

Liar Liar Liar

Liar Liar Liar

Liar Liar Liar

Beside them, his corpse opens it's mouth and screeches with whatever vocal cords it has left.

"LIAAAARRHGG."

"Jesus Christ!" The mortician stumbles back into the corner of the room where he cowers in fear. "Chief Hopper, are you--"

The lights start flickering.

"Let's see how you like it," Billy hisses and squeezes down as hard as he can.

The hunger is worse than ever, he needs to...

All of a sudden, whatever source of power Billy manages to tap into vanishes, leaving him standing half inside the guerny and half inside Hopper who is gasping for air and clutching at his throat.

Billy reaches out as if on instinct and plunges his claws into Hopper's very soul. Latching on like a fucking parasite and begins to feed on the fear he can feel coursing through him.

Billy laughs.

Oh yes, this he can definitely work with.

*****

MAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMMAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMHOPPER—

*****

His circle is still there. Ever-growing. Calling out to him, but Billy can leave it now if he attaches himself to someone else, someone living who leaves it.

He digs his claws into Hopper with a fierce cruelty, sits on his shoulders and hopes the man can feel the weight pressing him down like gravity.

Like a bad conscience.

Hopper knows something is wrong, but he seems to be determined to power through the incident at the mortuary. Billy can feel the weariness. Maybe he's been through something like this before?

Billy doesn't care.

He can manipulate his world now, as long as he maintains his hate with every fibre of his being, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

Easy fucking peasy.

*****

Hopper drives to Cherry Lane and Billy howls with hunger the entire way there, digging his fingers deeper into Hopper with excitement, enough to have the man rubbing at his shoulder every few minutes.

They're almost there.

He can't wait to stuff his fingers into Neil's mouth and rip his jaw from his face. Tear his heart out and smear it along the walls with dents in them that perfectly match parts of Billy's body. Maybe make Susan scream before he rips out the tongue she never did find a use for when it counted.

And Max...

She answers the door when Hopper knocks, looking so fucking normal it burns Billy to look at her.

You killed me and left me where no one would find me and told NO ONE.

He decides she will be first after all.

And slowly let's himself be revealed to her.

She stares at him, perched on Hopper's shoulders, coiled around his head, twisting his neck unnaturally to whisper spitefully into the man's ear.

Hopper rubs at his neck.

Billy makes sure to catch Max's gaze, lets her see his form morphing, slowly rotting to match that of his corpse, blood dripping from his mouth down onto Hopper's shoulder, milky eyes staring at her with all the hatred she left him to stew in, boiled down to a lava-like sludge in the pit of his soul, about to set hard like glass and shatter just as sharp.

Max gasps a sob.

Billy smiles and lets a few teeth scatter to the floor.

This is where it'll start.

MAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMMAXNEILSUSANHARRINGTONSINCLAIRHENDERSONWHEELERKARENMOMHOPPER—

They're all going to fucking pay.

Billy pounces.

[watchmegetobsessed]

BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

masterlist

The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

—

Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Babysitter SL

Prompt: Shade (lord) is in the midst of final exams and they��re more stressed and tired than usual while babysitting. They accidentally fall asleep in the middle of a calm spell and the god babies become worried. The next time Shade comes over, all of the god babies present a gift they all made together!

By @minnesotamidian-blog​

Shade barely noticed their surroundings as they entered the nursery playroom. Plastic clattered and they sighed as Radiance yelled at the top of her lungs. At least she wasn't screaming. Yet. The scene was set: Unn was still in a crib and chewing on a bar, Root was climbing slowly onto a chair. Radiance was knocking over plastic blocks as Grimm cackled away. For once, Wyrm was playing peacefully with a kick toy, batting at it with his tail. Root got onto the chair and squealed, raising her arms. "Big Root now!" The little blue-eyed godling squeaked out.

Shade picked her up, hugged her to their chest before holding her out. "Now you're a flying Root."

She screamed laughter as Shade tiredly walked her around the room before setting her down near some of her favorite toys. They made sure nobody else had claimed the chair and took a seat, bending over to pick up the fussy moth. "Ancient enemy!" Of course she bit their hand.

Shade winced and just ran a hand over her fluff. "Are you hungry for something that isn't void?" They spoke tiredly.

"Oranges!" She yelled out.

The teen sighed as he went to the mini-fridge with snacks and found some miracle of miracles! pre-peeled oranges. Shade pulled them out and put her in a high chair with one at a time so she wouldn't be tempted to throw the extras at them.

Finals were here and they were really taking it out of the gangly god. Why did they have to know stuff about inorganic chemistry? Why did they have to know about history nobody cared about? There were some fun subjects, but the finals seemed to even suck the fun out of those classes, going over notes and studying everything just in case. They'd been pulling long nights and the night before had been an all-night cram session-and they still had to come to work, they couldn't afford not to. They'd underlined all the stuff the teacher had said was important to remember and had written down stuff from the last finals about each teacher's usual tests.

It made narrowing down what to study from impossible to I'm totally toast. They groaned as they set down a calmer Radiance the opposite side of the room from Wyrm. She found toys that interested her, at least. Root wandered over to Wyrm, who was really into knocking at the kick toy and purring. Root settled nearby and burbled as she hugged and gnawed a plushie.

The teen couldn't help it. The kids were calm for once; their head started to tilt forward, eyes heavy. They were exhausted. Shade's eyes closed and their breathing deepened. At first, their toys were too interesting to notice their babysitter's state; but it didn't take long for Grimm to get bored enough to fly over and notice. "...Shade? Shade's eyes are closed." They landed and the four children not in a crib headed for the batlike godling.

"Is Shade dead?" Wyrm sounded worried.

"Don't be stupid, they're having a nap!" Radiance huffed.

Root looked up and swayed before patting Shade's leg. "Grown-ups don't have nap times." She was tearing up.

"Nuh-uh, they're having bad dreams and it's tasty!" Grimm clamored onto their lap.

The others joined, Radiance grabbing Unn to join them on the sleeping teen. Grimm rested between Shade's horns, Unn was on one shoulder, Radiance on the other, with Root and Wyrm curled up together on Shade's lap, Wyrm purring for once.

When Shade woke up, they were surprised by the weight on their body and forced themself to look down and around before moving. "Uh oh, I fell asleep… sheesh, I'm glad this place isn't a fiery disaster." They picked the godlings up. "You're not dead!" Wyrm exclaimed.

Root burst into tears and even Grimm joined in on the crying spat. Shade sighed and spent the rest of the time comforting them until meal time and settled them down. Time to go home for them all!

But the worry didn't leave the heads of the little godlings. "We should make something for Shade. If they're having nightmares, they might be sad." Radiance sighed. "But that doesn't mean I feel bad for my ancient enemy!" "What do we make?" Root twirled around, slowly turning in place until she fell onto pillows in her dizziness.

"Something of clay! I can burn it dry!" Grimm hopped around.

"But there's no clay." Unn spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "But there's crayons and paper."

"Oooh. We can make a pretty picture for Shade!" Wyrm waved his head happily. The group went for papers and each started to draw on the paper. "You're taking up too much paper!" Wyrm whined.
Radiance complained in turn, pointing at the color he was using. "I want that color!"

Wyrm growled and argued back. "I had it first!"

They started rolling around over their drawings, biting and clawing. Grimm gave a solid scream that startled the two. "You ruined Shade's pretty pictures!" He yelled.

The two looked at each other and hung their heads. "...sorry." Radiance muttered.
"-'m sorry." Wyrm looked away from the moth, skulking. "Start again? You can have the crayon, Radiance…"

Radiance took the crayon and they all picked up the last piece of paper. "I think this is better." Root spoke cheerfully.

It was three days later, once Shade had a solid night's sleep and finals completed that they'd returned to work. A large construction sheet of paper in grey covered in scribbles and rough names and messages was waiting for them.

Feel better soon Shade

Love you

Best babysitter

Tastiest nightmare!

Not the worst anciant ancient enemy.Shade could only feel warmth and laugh, hugging the drawing to themself. There were some days the job felt like the best thing in the world.  ------------------------------- By @tomatotimes

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By @loud-whistling-yes

"No."

The kids protested louder. Shade lifted the TV remote higher up, now above their head.

"Screentime's over, I said no."

Wyrm attempted to crawl up their leg in what was a rather pathetic attempt at stealing the remote, but was promptly shaken off. Grimm tried next, flying overhead to snatch the controller. Shade ducked and grabbed him by the tail before he could send himself flying straight towards the ceiling fan for the third time that day.

"Find something else to do," Shade said as they stuffed the remote deep into their pocket, much to everyone else's dismay. "Look, as much as I'd love to shut you guys up for the whole day, you've all been staring at the TV for hours now and I don't want to get in trouble with your parents."

Louder complaints.

"No, no, no. I am not cracking this time." Shade announced as they pulled Radi, who was hissing like an angry cat, off their jeans and pulled their phone out. "You guys got me last week, never again. No more TV for you, we're doing something else before I lose my money for tonight. Google almighty, what is your suggestion."

activities to do with children

fun activities to do with children

activities to do with toddlers

what can I do with kids that isn't a major headache to deal with goddamnit

Go to the park? Shade took about half a second to consider the thought before wondering why they even thought it was possible anyways. Five kids from the deepest depths of hell, outdoors? No. No park.

Finger painting? A pain to clean up, but better than outdoors. Then they looked up from their phone and considered the idea with greater thought. Grimm's wings, Radi's legs, Unn and Wyrm's… er…. Body?.... Nevermind.

Play pretend? …. If they hear the name Hallownest one more time they might just go insane.

Hide and seek? No. No no no no no. No more hide and seek. Shade was utterly sick of hide and seek. If they had to spend another second stuffed inside the closet or trying to get Radi off the roof they'll probably quit the job right there and then.

Baking?

… That might work. Sure, cleaning up is gonna be absolute hell but it's the only thing Google suggested that they haven't tried yet without horrible results.

Shade stuffed their phone back into their pocket and made a getaway to the kitchen, everyone else following, probably still trying to get the remote back. Butter, eggs, flour, sugar, oh, even some chocolate chips…

"Well then," They declared, pulling every ingredient out of the cabinet and fridge. "We're making cookies! And no, no one is allowed to touch the oven when it's hot. If you guys behave we'll have cookies in like, an hour or something like that."

The kids watched in confusion as Shade ran around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and spoons and a bunch of other utensils while typing furiously on their phone.

Cookies recipe

Cookies recipe easy

Cookies recipe for beginners

Cookies recipe for kids

"What do you guys think about chocolate chip cookies?"

Multiple chitters of approval. "Chocolate chip cookies it is then."

Step one: sieve the flour. Oh wyrm, first step and it's already gonna go to shit.

"Okay, you guys can watch this but for the love of the holy wyrm, do not touch it." Shade measured the correct amount of flour before scooping Wrym and Unn off the floor onto the table so they could see while Radi pulled herself onto the chair. The Lady had already clinged herself onto their sweater and Grimm was doing just fine flying nearby.

“You guys get one chocolate chip each if you guys behave and don’t get flour everywhere.” Shade added. “Now, Lady, hold still and don’t move, I gotta keep my hands steady for this…”

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"Okay, chocolate chip time." Shade popped open the jar of chocolate as the kids cheered. "Actually, we’re not supposed to be eating this plain, cause it's going into the cookies. But no one actually does that so you guys get five chips each for not setting the kitchen on fire so far."

"The recipe says a cup of chocolate chips but we all know that's a lie." They added while shoving their phone back in their pocket and grabbing a handful of chips before mixing the batter together. "I'm probably not someone you should take life lessons from, but here's one thing I can guarantee you should take to heart: never follow the recipe when it comes to chocolate chips, you count that with your soul."

Final step: oven time. The oven was preheated earlier, and the only thing left was to get the cookies into the tray and into the oven. "Now, who wants to make heart-shaped cookies?"

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Three deformed stars, five mutated trees, two malformed cats, several irregular hearts, a couple handfuls of chocolate eaten straight from the jar, and one (1) perfectly round cookie later, the cookies were on the tray, in the oven, and in a surprising turn of events, no one burned themselves… yet. Shade grabbed everyone and made sure no one was in a five-meter radius within the oven before picking up all the dirty bowls and utensils. “Cookies will have to sit in there for about 15 minutes, we’ll be cleaning up in the meantime.”

“Don’t look at me like that, and no whining, if you want cookies you gotta deal with the mess afterwards. That's the payoff, unless you're a wizard who has a passion for baking. Then that's fair, I guess." They dumped all the used utensils they could find and turned on the sink. The sief, three bowls, tablespoons and teaspoons.. Oh wait.

"Radi, the big wooden spoon, please?" Shade called, sponge in their hand and bowls being thoroughly rinsed.

Radi, of course, was not willing to help, because she's basically a feral house cat that just so happened to grow more legs than the average feline. Shade sighed and moved on to finding the next helper they could find.

"Grimm, I know you're touching the oven, stop it. I'm pretty sure you're immune to fire but not everyone else and you're setting a bad example for them. Get me the spoon please."

“Lady, here’s a cloth, help me dry the bowls up. Wyrm, … i have no idea how you can help, no limbs and all but uh, could you go get Unn? I have no idea where she went. Thanks.” The last sentence was to Grimm, who flew over with the mixing spoon and dropped it into the sink while Wyrm scurried away to find Unn, wherever she’s napping at.

"Radi? Radi, I know you're right behind me, stop pretending that you can't hear me. Lady has an extra cloth with her, you're on table wiping duty."

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“See? That wasn't so bad,” Shade sent the last of the bowls back into the cupboards and closed it shut. “And the cookies are pretty much done.”

“Also, no. You may not eat the cookies the moment I pull them out of the oven. These rules also apply to Grimm because it's unfair to everyone else.. Don’t look at me like that Grimm, I know you’ll eat them all before they cool and leave us nothing.”

The cookies smelt delicious, and were left on the dining table to cool. “Now that it's cooling down, it's naptime.”

A chorus of groans and wailing.

“It’ll be ready when you guys get up. Up up up, sleep time.”

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If you’ve been anywhere near toddlers before, you’d know that getting them to nap in their bedrooms is a near-impossible situation. And Shade was not a person who deals with near-impossible situations well. So following the months old custom, Shade turned on the tv, remote miraculously not pickpocketed, collapsed onto the couch, and waited for everyone piling on them to fall asleep before moving them into their bedroom and pretending they managed to wrangle them all into bed.

And it all goes to plan, the Lady and Wyrm were sound asleep on their lap, Radi and Unn were dozing off on their shoulders, and they're pretty sure the snoring from the top of their head was coming from Grmm. Now, step 2: get everyone off them and onto the beds.

… Or maybe later. It's been a long day, and the couch is pretty comfy. Yeah, just five more minutes, nothing wrong with that…

And if the parents came home to see a cleaner-than-expected kitchen, a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and five kids snoring on top of their babysitter, also sound asleep, then that’s nobody’s business.

And if the originally completely full jar of chocolate chips was pretty much empty, then that’s no one’s business as well.

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By @astronomicartz​

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By @hollow-kin​

Shade lord wanted to take a nap. They are sooo tired, but they are babysitting 5 baby gods for 5$/H. Grimm is a brat, Radiance his sister is also a brat. Unn was ether eating or seeping, same with grub1. Lady was, well sweet and cuddly. they needed to find a distraction for the kids, what would work?

Would tv work, would cartoons work? They had dinner already. Tv had to work or grub and radiance would destroy the house. They needed to take a nap. Now what to watch was a different question, they would have to ask the kids. “so, what do guys want to watch? “Movie!” well they were all in agreement, what was good. “What kind of movie do you guys want to watch?” “Fire!” “dath” “animal” “tree” “ok. No, we are NOT watching fire.” “awww” “i do not know what dath means so no. So nature show it is then.” they go over to the tv and turn it on, then select the world around us. Lady was quick to fall asleep, on their lap. Shade lord slowly fell asleep, and grub nested between grub and shade lord. Grimm climed up to shade lord's head. 

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By @hawaiianbabidoll

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By @neoliberalsatan

A gentle darkness surrounded the shade lord. He finally felt at ease. "finally", he thought, "rest." it didn't take long after that before the darkness started to take shape and a whole new world created out of shadows sheathed him.

But the happiness of the shadows didn't last long. A new and a new sound drowned out their world and all the animals and plants took to hiding back in his head. The shade lord felt the distressed creations stir inside his mind and woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed his lowest eyes and accepted the call

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh sorry dear, i know it's terribly late but we got an unexpected call and need to leave. Since you've babysat Unn multiple times we assumed she would like to stay with you. Is it okay for you? Can we bring her to your place?" The shade lord thought for a moment and decided he could use the money. "Yea it's fine, she's always such a pleasure to babysit." The voice on the other side sounded relieved. "Thank you. You're a life saver. We will make sure you're compensated accordingly."

Feeling a bit more awake after the phone call he started to prepare for having baby Unn over. After a while her parents arrived and after some greetings he was home alone with the baby. He walked with her in his arms towards the living room and placed her gently inside the crib. She opened her eyes for a moment after losing the feeling of someone holding her, but then closed them again and fell back asleep.

The shade lord decided he couldn't sleep anymore and made some popcorn and decided to put on a movie. It didn't even take 20 minutes before he got called again.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Oh yes finally someone who answers. Sorry but you're our last hope. We were going somewhere tonight but our babysitter called off. Do you think you could babysit our lovely Radiance? She's very good behaved and won't cause you trouble." "yea, no problem. You'll just need to bring her to my place if it's no trouble"

Not even 5 minutes later the parents showed up and dropped of their larva. Shade lord looked at it a bit confused but didn't get the time to say anything because the parents left as soon as they handed her over. He closed his front door and gave the larva a good look. She was white and had a fluffy appearance. She had 5 pairs of legs and yellow-orange eyes. She started to writhe a little bit and shade lord made sure to hurry to the living room. He took a pillow and placed it on the couch and softly laid her on it. She seemed at ease and rested on the pillow all stretched out

Shade lord continued his movie, which was finally starting to get interesting, but as usual the commercial break hit. He was in the kitchen making more popcorn when he got another call.

"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?" "Hello, is this the babysitter?" "Yes, that's the one you're speaking with." "Great, a family member had an accident and i need to be there for them so do you think you could babysit for me?" "Yep, totally." "Thank you, can we bring him to you?" "Oh yea, no problem."

A few minutes later his doorbell rang and he hurried towards it. The father carried his toddler in what could only be described as wing-esque appendages. The shade lord extended his arms for the man to put his toddler in and felt a gentle brush of the leathery membrane. He shivered lightly before feeling a sudden warmth light up in his face, like someone has started a fire. When he looked back up the man was gone and he closed the door. The creature he was holding in his arms was unlike anything he had ever seen. 2 horns sprouted from its black head. The face was as bleak as white linen on a summer day. It seems she likes make-up because she had already 2 black lines running from her cheeks towards her eyes, eventually fading into the darkness of her head. She had the same membranes as her father and no limbs besides it.

He wasn’t even in the living room before he heard his front door being was under siege. He put the weird creature down and opened the front door. Immediately he was assaulted by Hollow, a very energetic child. He was wearing a green cloak today and it finally seemed he was starting to grow bigger than a hand. His horns has also branched into the inside. Immediately after Hollow jumped on his he could hear Pale complain about his unprofessional work attitude. Although he was bigger than most it seems he wouldn’t grow much anymore. His tiny stature didn’t discourage him from being bossy. Finally White entered. By far the biggest of the bunch, she was also the most introverted. Her roots slid elegantly over towards him and even managed to stop Pale from talking for a moment.

He took them inside the living room only to find that somehow the larva and the winged creature had somehow gotten into a fight and now both were in hiding in opposite sides of the room. Normally he wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this if somehow his couch wasn’t full of tiny needles and a chair was on fire. He rushed to the tap to fill a bowl of water to extinguish the little fire. With the attention being diverted Hollow managed to slip from the watch of Pale and could now be found in the corner Radiance was hiding. The larva figured out quickly he liked to play games and had soon enough set up a plan to make him betray Pale.

In the meantime White had climbed the couch and started pulling out the needles while Shade lord had figured out what the membrane between the appendages from the weird creature were for. Namely, for flight. And now she was attacking his horns and he couldn’t reach her. As if her flying was not good enough alone, whenever he raised his arms she would back off and launch a little fireball  All this commotion woke up baby Unn who slowly started to slither away from her crib to find food.

The shade lord finally had enough of the little fire hazard and rushed towards the pantry to get a kettle. Once he had found it he peeked around the corner only to find that fire hazard eating his popcorn! All caution was thrown aside and he grabbed her by the guts and put her inside the kettle. She tried to heat it but he added some water to it. While it evaporated quickly it was apparently enough to bring over the message. Now he could focus his attention back on the larva again, only she could’ve produced those needles, which White was making great progress with removing them as a quick glance told him.

Now back to Pale and Radiance who were apparently having a fight (Darkness, that larva really has a talent to provoke others). They were arguing near the coffee table, because apparently they wanted a fight so bad they just ran to each other and met in the middle. Hollow was climbing one of the legs of the table, but wasn’t noticed by the shade lord because he was too occupied with the other 2. He tried to separate the arguing pair but they were at each other’s throats. They even had summoned a needle and a tiny dagger to fight each other. The shade lord obviously didn’t count on this tiny factor and had soon enough one in each hand. He screamed, trying not to curse, barely not failing miserably, and Pale managed to escape. In any other situation this wouldn’t pose a problem, but Hollow, after eating some popcorn, found himself at the right edge of the coffee table and pulled out his tiny wooden sword he got from Pale. The larva, Darkness curse her, used this to her advantage and made the sign to Hollow to betray Pale. The act of betraying Pale involved jumping off of the coffee table and hitting Pale as hard on the head as possible. Naturally, all of this went according to plan and even brought some extra spectacle. After Hollow had hit Pale on the head he wasn’t prepared for the recoil of the wood and ended up hitting himself in the face.

All of this lead to 3 crying children (1 of them from laughing, the others from pain) and 1 very angry young adult. He put the larva on the couch and took care of the others while White held a close eye on the damned 10 legged thing. After Pale and Hollow weren’t crying anymore he took the little fire hazard out of the kettle and continued his movie, which was getting to an end.

After the film ended a documentary started and had all the kids hooked. He went to check on Unn only to find an empty crib. He could however see a slimy trail lead up his wall and onto the ceiling. It went through the door into the pantry where he kept his food and toys for the toddlers. He looked up on the ceiling only to find a sleepy Unn with a letter block in her mouth. Suddenly Unn started to make a very weird noise and fell from the ceiling onto his face. He swiped her off of his face onto his shoulder and then washed it.

He returned back to the tv to watch the documentary that was still playing and plopped down on the couch. Not long after he was asleep with White on his left shoulder, Unn on his right shoulder, the little fire hazard on the same arm and Pale curled up in his lap. Radiance and hollow were still awake but occupied with the documentary instead of causing trouble. After the documentary ended they crawled up against his sides and fell asleep.

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By @constantlost 

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By @bugbeee

Exhaustion seeped into Shadelord’s body, limbs weighed down by a heaviness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The smatter of godlings that lay around them on the couch, or on them in Radi’s case, was enough to convince them that they had died and that this was the Eternal Void that was created to punish them for cheating on that test in the 8th grade. In their defence, it had been on rock sedimentation.

Wyrm continued his grumbling from the corner of the couch, still infuriated by the attack on his person only moments before. Root, the aggressor, looked remarkably pleased with herself. Shade knew they should probably punish her further in some way but... well, to be perfectly honest, they simply were not paid enough to do so.

They really should have charged more. Fifteen dollars at least per tiny demon they had to look after rather than the whole bunch. Fifteen dollars was not enough to encourage discipline. It was enough for them to make sure none of the godlings killed the other. And they had thought they had come up with an ingenious plan to secure some peace and quiet.

After much wrangling, they had finally managed to set up two separate playpens, each far enough away that the godlings wouldn’t start screaming if one of them saw their rival. Wyrm and Root in one pen, Grimm, Radi and Unn in another. It was a gamble, but one that thankfully seemed to have paid off. Radi was still exhausted from the tussle she had just had with Wyrm, and Grimm seemed content to chew off the heads of the plastic Garbies they had found. Unn continued to watch, and occasionally helped Grimm execute a Garbie in a spectacular manner. It was both reassuring, and beyond disturbing. Root and Wyrm meanwhile were cheerfully ignoring each other as they both played with their own toys.

It should have been foolproof.

Unfortunately for Shade however, they were dealing with infants instead of fools.

For some damned reason, Root had decided that now was the perfect time to act up, instead of being the sweet little darling she had been so far. Her target, much to their dismay, had been Wyrm. In all fairness, the godling had probably deserved it in some way; most likely he had tried to worm too close in order to steal some of the grubpaste and mushroom sticks Shade had left out as a snack. Root had seen this theft as a cardinal sin, and had subsequently decided that Wyrm deserved nothing less than absolute annihilation.

The momentary doze Shade had managed to fall into was abruptly interrupted by loud shrieking and wailing, resulting in them vaulting over the couch to hurriedly find out which one of the godlings was being tortured.

The scene that greeted them was... well, it wasn’t any less ridiculous than some of the other stuff the little goblins had pulled before.

Using her flexible tendrils, Root had seen fit to wrap them around Wyrm, and aggressively dunk him into the bowl of grubpaste he had attempted to steal from. His shrieks and hisses had woken up Radi and drawn the attention of the other children, who were now cheering on Root’s attack on Wyrm’s person.

“Enough,” Shade declared, shooting a glare behind them, “Root, let him go.” Root looked up innocently.

No, she seemed to say with her eyes, justice must prevail.

“Justice won’t get me my fifteen dollars,” they hissed out in return, and they could have sworn that Root shrugged, turning away from them to dunk Wyrm into the bowl yet again.

“No!” they cried out, quickly whipping down to grab the poor child before he could be further humiliated. After finally being saved from his vicious tormentor, Wyrm decided it was time to go into hysterics, lashing out with a sharp tail to fully show his displeasure. Root simply watched impassively as the rest of the children cheered.

Shade wondered if fifteen dollars was even worth it at this point.

“Alright, alright, enough! Root, you go in time out. We do not waterboard our fellow godlings in grubpaste. Wyrm, calm down, it’s just grubpaste- Settle down!” they yelped out, flinching as something heavy settled onto their head. The soft fluff revealed that Radi had decided to fly out of her pen and taunt Wyrm in person. Shade wanted to sob with frustration.

The door cracked open, and Ghost peered in, head tilted curiously.

Need help? they signed, and Shade wanted to collapse in relief.

“Please,” they begged, and their sibling nodded grimly, even as amusement danced in their eyes. Shucking off their school backpack, they quickly headed over to the other pen and signed to them, bobbing their head up and down in a soothing motion. Grimm and Unn were entranced. Radi less so. She remained seated on their head, but at least seemed to have finally stopped provoking Wyrm.

“I’m just going to clean him up,” Shade explained uselessly, watching as Ghost simply nodded and waved them off. 

With a tired gait, Shade wandered into the kitchen and turned on the tap, listening as Wyrm’s panicked yelps grew louder at the realisation of what was going to happen next. Radi snickered softly, before leaping off and gliding back into the living room.

Bath time, according to the godlings, was a fate worse than death, and something to be avoided at all cost.

Unfortunately for both Wyrm and Shade, it was a necessary evil. Wyrm disagreed. Loudly. And with claws.

He howled furiously as Shade slowly lowered him into the warm water, softly scrubbing at the now-dried grubpaste sticking to his skin. Despite his attempts, Wyrm failed to prevent them from continuing his bath. He turned to pathetic pleading instead, making soft mewling sounds as though he was nothing more than a poor innocent child who had done nothing wrong, ever.

Shade, who remembered the little bastard knocking a glass ornament onto their head, was not convinced. Ultimately there was no escape, and Wyrm reluctantly gave in to the soft scrubbing, though he made sure his rumbling complaints were known.

“Yes, yes,” Shade said quietly, “I truly am the worst. Close your eyes so I can rinse you.”

Wyrm, in a dumb act of defiance, did not close his eyes. The hysterics started again, and Shade contemplated drowning themself in the half-filled sink. Fifteen dollars, they repeated. Fifteen dollars.

Grabbing a tea towel, they quickly dried the godling off, carefully teasing out water droplets from soft scales. He child gnawed on their fingers in revenge. “I’m done,” they announced, wandering back into the living room with a now clean, and furious, Wyrm.

Ghost looked up from their position on the floor, back leaning against the couch as they played with Grimm. Radi immediately perked up at the sound of Shade’s voice, and quickly flew over, making herself at home on top of their head. Unn seemed to have decided to undertake the momentous task of scaling up the back of the couch, leaving a thick trail of slime behind. Root, still stuck in her pen as punishment, let out a wail, demanding to be let out.

Shade was all out of energy to fight back or deal with a tantrum.

“Alright, alright, out you go,” they muttered, depositing Wyrm on the couch before reaching down to lift out the petulant child from her terrible prison. She clung to them desperately until they finally collapsed on the sofa. She quickly wriggled out of their hold and instead plonked down beside them. Wyrm had hissed at the sight of her, and slunk to the other side of the couch to sulk.

Grimm let out a raspy cackle at the sight, before diving down to nip at Ghost’s fingers.

Unn finally made her way to the top of the couch and waved her eyestalks victoriously. All Shade could do was give her a tired pat.

They sank into the couch, the exhaustion creeping back in. It should have been foolproof.

Fifteen dollars.

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By @arandoskeleartist​