#he has angry kitten energy though

[nyxanine]

Jen picking Matt up like an angry kitten was just so fantastic, 10/10 no notes

#she hulk spoilers #jennifer walters #daredevil #matt murdock #ketchup and mustard suit #nyxanine #digital art #illustration #she hulk #marvel #i am a shit post #he has angry kitten energy though #spicy lil devil man #put him in a jar and shake him

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere tim drake

[princessbrunette]

the rafe/bunny reader discussion made me remember my obsession with jj/kitten reader

scratched back, kitten licking, cuddles, high energy for adventures, napping on him, sitting on his face...

having him pulling you around/manhandling you despite ur fierce attitude like ur the lightest thing ever

constantly bitting him and pushing his limits until hes had enough and needs to reprimand you!

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being at a party with jj, and he can feel that little catty attitude of yours setting in simply because you were tired. all the telltale signs are there, squinting in a glare what you think is intimidatingly at anyone who talks to your boyfriend, digging your claws— sorry, nails beneath jj’s muscle tee when he’s not giving you enough attention, and now— you were resulting in biting his bicep that was wrapped around your neck, the blonde stood pressed up behind you around the bonfire in a group. he leans down to your ear.

“you know if you’re hungry i’d rather you not eat me. can’t you eat like, john b instead? he looks like he has tasty meat.” he teases, trying to keep things lighthearted despite him knowing you’re developing a little attitude. he wasn’t bothered though, he had enough beer in his system and you weren’t ever anything he couldn’t handle.

“no. trying to leave a bite mark so that girl that keeps looking at you gets the message.” you practically growl, sinking your teeth into his forearm again making him wince.

“ah, jesus— you got fangs or what? how does that little mouth produce such a dangerous bite?” he accuses, slipping his fingers between your mouth and his skin to stop you from doing it again.

“shush. let me.” you frown grumpily and he tsks, manhandling you a little by the waist to stand back from him and starts to walk you backwards away from the group, sensing that you need some special attention.

“dont get feisty with me kittycat, you know who’s boss i don’t gotta tell you.” he reprimands gently, squeezing your hips.

“i wanna go home.” you pout and he grins.

“see? look at you using your words. knew you had it in you.” he waves a finger with a grin before spinning back to the group, jogging towards them.

“hate to be the bearer of bad news but we’re gonna bounce. gotta get this one home and in bed before she scratches my eyes out. peace, dudes.” he announces making you roll your eyes.

“dumbie.” you mutter as he approaches you with an amused smile, patting your butt as he passes you to get you to follow.

“reowwww!” he mocks, swiping the air with an angry cat claw, taking your hand and helping you into his truck.

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#anon #jj maybank prompt #kitty!reader

[yourlocalspace-cadet]

MCD Laurance headcanons! 3 2 1 GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

-Laurance sneezes like a kitten

-He can turn his eyes red without turning, but its usually accidental

-Laurance and Dante bonded really well in the first day they met, so Laurance claimed him as his brother

-Laurance loves kids and babysits for Aph any time Zoey needs a break

-Laurance once bit through Garroth’s sword during a training session and ended up getting him a new and enchanted one

-Laurance almost never gets a full night of sleep

-Laurance and Cadenza are very competitive with each other, even in season 3 (when Laurance was all angry and angsty and SHOWED UP FOR 2 EPISODES-)

-Laurance is always cold bc Meteli is hotter then Phoenix Drop (cuz its a swamp)

-Laurance “steals” Malachi whenever he’s off bc the kid is essentially his son

-Garroth and Laurance cuddled a lot when they were looking for Logan bc Garroth is a human heater and Laurance isn’t used to the cold

-Laurance once fell asleep with Levin and Malachi in his arms, even tho Malachi can’t sleep bc ghost

-Laurance kept his hair long as an ohmage to Joh, who kept his hair long before he died

-Laurance almost cries every time he gets a hair cut

-He’s Laurance “my feelings don’t matter, so don’t worry” Zvahl

-Laurance has a scar on the bridge of his nose and scars all down his back from the Nether

-Laurance has nightmares about the Nether

-Garroth sometimes asks Laurance for advice about being head guard, bc Laur used to be head guard in Meteli

-Laurance once slapped Hayden (Cad’s adoptive dad) in the face, but he doesn’t remember the context

-he’s a giggly (and lightly flirty) drunk

-he once ate an iron ingot. The whole thing. In front of Aphmau, Garroth, Dante, and Cadenza. Just right down the hatch.

-he curses so much it would make Satan embarrassed

-he has an old necklace that Sasha gave him on him at all times, even in s3

-he and Cadenza speak fluent Spanish, so sometimes they’ll talk in Spanish like its their secret language (cuz Phoenix Drop doesn’t have a lot of Spanish speakers)

-Laurance has trouble reading, even though his vocabulary is pretty big, so Cadenza sometimes reads to him

-Laurance taught Cadenza how to fight “just in case”

-Laurance is big on cuddles. Just- he loves em

-Big bisexual energy

AND THATS IT! BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

#Aphmau #aphverse #aphmau laurence #aphmau laurance #Laurance Zvhal #laurence zvhal #mcd laurance #mcd laurence #mcd dante #mcd aphmau #mcd sasha #mcd garroth #Headcanon #aphmau headcanons #mcd headcanons

[astupidweeb69]

How would Toby, Jeff and EJ help with their partner having a panic attack about their abusive family? What kinds of things would they say and do to help out?

Basically their partner is having a panic attack bc of their abusive family and they’re reliving all of their trauma and they think the pasta will abuse them or leave them just like their family :::((((

Sorry I got to this so late, I’m currently traveling abroad with family, and it’s been hard finding the time to write. I haven’t had a decent Wi-Fi connection in a while lol. So I made sure to make this request longer (1,150 words).

Toby Rogers:

From an emotional perspective, I think Toby would be the best of the three when it comes to this, but that’s not saying much.

How well he’s able to comfort his partner depends on his mood and the amount of energy he has. He’s bipolar, so during his depressive episodes, he might not have the capacity to fully help his S/O. No matter what he’ll put in as much effort as he can, provided you’re the type of partner that would do the same for him. He knows how it feels to grow up surrounded by abusive family members and understands the complicated feelings that can arise when reliving the trauma. Toby recognizes that abuse comes in many forms; his mother was emotionally neglectful while his dad was all around terrible. Although he suffers from memory loss, he remembers some coping strategies that he learned from his sister Lyra.

The main thing he’ll do is never leave your side. He’ll ask if you want to talk about it, even though he finds the topic hard to listen to. It makes him overly angry that a person would harm someone he cares about. Unless you want them dead, it’s best not to tell him where any of your abusers live when he inevitably asks. When he calms down, Toby will constantly remind you that whatever happened wasn’t your fault, that you were just a kid, and parents are supposed to provide a safe environment. Things like that. If you refuse to talk about what happened, instead Toby will find ways to keep the two of you distracted. Watching movies, eating snacks, he might even bring (steal) you a puppy/kitten to cheer you up (he’s very impulsive).

He’ll panic if you tell him your fears of him abusing or leaving you. Not going to lie, I think it’s likely Toby will lash out at his S/O on occasion, even if they’re an understanding person. He’s very emotional and erratic. And his mood swings make it hard for him to control himself. So, he knows that your fear is probably well-founded. He tries his best, even if it sometimes doesn’t seem like it. But he’d NEVER leave you. That much he knows for sure, and he’ll repeatedly tell you this until he’s certain you’ve got the message.

Jeff the Killer:

Okay, so I think Jeff would be the worst at dealing with this. While Toby has some empathy and EJ understands the medical side of dealing with mental health issues and trauma, Jeff doesn’t have either of these skills.

At first, I think he’d try to ignore it. He knows something is up since he’s very perceptive when it comes to you. Jeff will act a little nicer, making sure not to raise his voice around you, but that’s about it. He’s just hoping that the problem will go away on its own. And when it doesn’t, he’ll be really uncomfortable. If you talk about it to Jeff, like Toby, he’s going to get angry at the people who’ve hurt you. However, unlike Toby, he’s going to insist that you tell him who they are/where they live so he can get rid of them. If you manage to resist his demands, he’ll track them down on his own time. He’s very possessive of his partners and takes anything that happens to you personally. After Jeff murders them, he’ll proudly let you know about it. He thinks he did you a favor whether you wanted him to do it or not.

Jeff will go silent when you express your fears of him abusing you. Then he’ll get annoyed. When the two of you fight and he loses his temper, he’s pretty good about not taking it out on you physically. To him, that’s quite a feat. He’ll yell and might punch a wall or break stuff. In his mind he doesn’t consider this to be a big deal. That a person could be affected by witnessing this type of behavior. When you explain that it bothers you, and how it can bring up past experiences, he’ll actually listen. Knowing that he reminds you of someone who’s caused you so much pain, will prompt him to hug you and assure you he’ll try to do better. This is a rare occurrence in any kind of relationship with Jeff. He doesn’t like touching his partner in non-sexual ways. It makes him feel weak. And when you mention him leaving you, he’ll just laugh and say something like “You can’t get rid of me that easily, babe.”

Eyeless Jack:

Talking to EJ about anything you find emotionally distressing is a lot like talking to a therapist, but not a very good one.

Using a cold detached medical approach is really the only way he knows how to handle things like this. Being a demon makes him question his ability to understand your mind fully, to comfort you in the way you need, and to give you the kind of human affection that’s so foreign to him.

So, he’ll ask you questions seemingly from a script. It’s all textbook. “How did that make you feel?” “What tends to trigger these thoughts?”. If you’re unable to answer him (which if you’re having a panic attack, it’s unlikely you will), as a last resort EJ will sit next to you, rub your back, maybe attempt to hug you. It’s awkward, but he’s trying his best. The whole time he’s taking mental notes about your reactions and what’s effective in calming you down. He will bring you water and random food (if it’s early in the relationship he’ll give you like, an entire head of lettuce, anything he recognizes as “human food”). EJ will also mention that revenge on the people who’ve done you wrong is something to consider. And he would be “happy to oblige” if you wanted this. All you’d have to do is say the word and he would kill them quickly and painlessly (or have them scream in agony for hours, it’s your choice).

EJ isn’t at all surprised by your worries that he’ll hurt you. He expects this from every human he comes across. That they will fear his very presence. Tremble in terror at the mere sound of his voice. He just hopes that you’ll be the one to look at him differently. Be able to see through his otherworldly appearance and demeanor, to the sad college student whose memories still haunt him, melding together with his demonic consciousness. He’s always been mindful to keep his composure even when you irritate him. The only time EJ can’t control himself is when the pesky hunger takes over. But he makes sure you’re never around for that. With a blank stare, he’d state that he would never hurt you intentionally. And for your fears of him abandoning you, he’d look confused and ask, “What about ‘mate for life’ did you not understand?”

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #my writing #ticci toby x reader #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #eyeless jack x reader

[poisonouswritings]

Hi fren, can we please get headcanons over how Sage and Balsam would be with an S/O that can be just as stubborn and a little shit as they can be? Give em’ a taste of their own medicine for once >:)

✨Gremlin Energy ✨

GN!Reader, I'm including Lucan because he can also be very stubborn and also I just love him, can someone suggest a last name for Balsam because I'm [ ] this close to just making something up

Sage Lesath

So Tulsi and Anisa used to constantly lecture Sage about how he has to learn to get along with others and stop insisting he's right about everything and all that. Not just because it was frustrating (it was) but also because it could get him into trouble.

Yeah. Well.

You insist you can throw a knife, you refuse to listen to him telling you not to throw the knife, you promptly manage to stab someone in the arm, said stabbing victim obviously attacks you, Sage gets punched in the face while protecting you.

Cut to ten minutes later where you're holding a bag of ice to his face while he lectures you about Not Throwing Sharp Objects!!

After about,, a month or so,,, ends up apologizing to Anisa for always ignoring her advice.

Don't get me wrong he's still a stubborn little shit!! You have to try and keep him out of trouble just as much as he keeps you out of it.

He,, is,,, not the best person to get in an argument with,,,,, Y'know how when cats are angry, they puff up and hiss and scratch at you? Sage never hits you or anything but he will get in your face and he will yell. He expects you to do the same. If you respond to an argument by being very soft and calm, it'll confuse him enough to make him calm down, though he still probably won't listen to what you're saying right away. Once he storms off and has some time to cool down (either by going to the tavern or taking a nap), he'll usually apologize in his own awkward way.

You guys probably agree to disagree a lot.

If you wanna do something really dangerous - aka something really stupid, like trying to pet a feral glowcat kitten because it's small and cute - Sage will try to talk you out of it. And if you don't listen then he'll just pick you up and move you out of the area.

Sometimes your little shit-ness combines and you decide to work together to do something really fucking stupid (trying to jump into the pool via climbing one of the really high pillars) and then Anisa is lecturing you both.

Lucan De Bhaldraithe

He's obviously stubborn when it comes to his beliefs, but outside of that he's usually a lot more easygoing. Usually willing to compromise. He'll stick with you no matter what dumb thing you're doing to make sure you don't get hurt.

He is a bit of a himbo tho. He and Sage like to do stupid and dangerous shit together because it's funny. Like, one time it was snowing a lot and they decided to get a bunch of snow into a pile and then jump into it from 20 feet up! That did not end well! If they didn't have a healing factor (Corruption) they absolutely would have broken bones! Actually they did break bones but they healed but you get what I mean!

If there was a Running With The Bulls type of festival, Lucan would do it because it seems like fun to him!!

Anyways.

He can get loud during arguments but he's not usually aggressive about it unless it's a very sensitive subject. He tries to see your perspective. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it does not.

I think dealing with your stubborn ass kinda gives him a new appreciation for Elowen. I also think he uses some of her tactics to get a handle on you.

Balsam (Why Didn't He Get A Last Name)

B,,,bull,,,,,bull-headed,,,,,,,,

Yeah he's stubborn but he's probably the least likely to do stupid shit on purpose

Whenever you wanna do something stupid and try to insist on it, he always asks you why, and if there's something else you can do to meet that need that isn't dangerous. So if you want to pet a dangerous animal because it's fluffy, he'll ask why it needs to be that specific animal and suggests petting something that won't try to eat you.

Smart man.

If you want to do something that's stupid but not particularly dangerous, then he kinda just shrugs and lets you do it. And then when it inevitably goes to shit, he lectures you, but he also helps you fix it.

He doesn't intentionally do stupid/dangerous things! So if he is doing something stupid/dangerous, it's because he's focused on it too much and now is absolutely certain that he'll be fine. The best way to talk him out of it is to interject yourself. Oh, he owes money to someone and they've been threatening him/you and he's planning to go confront them and he just refuses to acknowledge the fact that it's 9/10 a trap and he will get jumped?? Okay :) you're gonna tag along now :) and then he acknowledges it's dangerous and not smart and is willing to come up with another idea.

Although if it's something he's really set on then I would not put it past him to just sneak out of the house or something to go do it.

He's used to being the one with the braincell in the Griefers. So arguments with him are annoying because he's so used to being right that he has a hard time listening to anything else. He's also used to having to shout over everyone else (and let's be real, he's just a loud person to begin with), especially if you're stubborn and insisting on arguing back with him, so you may get a headache afterwards. If you flinch or cover your ears then he'll realize how loud/aggressive he's being and calm down. He's a lot faster to apologize than Sage is, but he still has to cool off first. The semi-good news is he hates arguing with you so he generally does whatever he can to avoid any disagreement getting to that point.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #lucan de bhaldraithe #balsam #sage lesath x reader #lucan de bhaldraithe x reader #balsam x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #fictif lucan #last legacy lucan #fictif balsam #last legacy balsam #anon asks #ozzy daydreams

[morningmask27]

If i can request 3 cats, Graypool X Oakheart X Thrushpelt?

Grousekit, Reedkit and Sprucekit are three kittens that RiverCLan really doesn't know what to do with. They were born shortly before Oakheart and Thrushpelt died, leaving Graypool to take care of these menaces all alone. The clan believes they are Oakheart and Graypool's only. Mistyfoot and Stonefur stepped in to help graypool take care of the kits. The kits were terribly hurt when even Graypool was found dead.

Grousekit is a stuck up little stickler to rules that will often follow leopardfur around while she does her deputy duties. Grouse wants to become leader when they grow up and tried very hard to impress Leopard and uncle Crookedstar for that purpose only. They aren't always too happy with how rambunctious Reedkit and Sprucekit are. their warrior name would be grouseclaw

Reedkit (just like Oakheart kinda) looks a lot like Reedshine and is sometimes plagued by dreams about a weird, angry tortie in a dark forest. xe only cares about having fun with Sprucekit and Grousekit (when they aren't being grumpy). xe's the closets to their niblings (mistyfoot kits, reedwhisker isn't named reedwhisker tho) and plays a whole lot with them. their warrior name would be Reedspring.

Sprucekit is the biggest terror of the litter and has caused a lot of panic in the clan every time they fell in the river or dissapeared out of camp. All the punishments they had to do doesn't stop them from being rambunctious all the time. The elders love them though, and so do the other kits. They talk too much too and this nearly got them killed by Tigerstar after he ordered Stonefur's execution. their warrior name would be Sprucecrash

okay so, long story under the cut

The kits were obviously devastated when they learnt that oakheart died. They never forgave ThunderClan and especially Tigerclaw for it. Thrush had been dead for a month when the kits were born and they didn't know about thrush sadly, but Oak's death hurt. Graypool began struggling to raise them, but misty and stone stepped in to assist their little siblings. 

Grouse, wanting to become deputy/leader was always doing everything to make Leoardfur proud of them. They did anything leopard wanted them to do, even as a young kit. They never had the same energy as their littermates and often sat alone, far away from the two to mope. 

Reed did try to be close to them a lot. Reed is the social one and is loved by everyone in the clan for xir honesty and care. Reed isn't gunning for a place of power, xe simply wants what's best for RiverClan and especially xir family. Xe was the most hurt when Graypool also died, but xe found solace in Spruce. 

Spruce is a troublemaker and confident. Way too confident if you ask Leopardfur, who specifically requested to become Spruce's mentor to keep them in check. Always out exploring, falling into the river a few too many times, catching their first prey at three moons old (kinda like cloudkit tbh), spruce was quite the pawful. Leoardfur did try her best to tone their energy down and while it didn't fully work the two worked well as a duo. 

The three became apprentices around the time that tensions between ThunderClan and RiverClan were high. The three were prepped constantly to fight any ThunderClan cat that would bother their Clan. The training they did went mostly fine, Grousepaw was given to Reedtail, another serious and hard working cat, but they spent more time with Leopardfur than Reed anyway. Reedpaw got Skyheart and Sprucepaw got Leopardfur since someone had to keep this little terror in check. Spruce and Leopard worked well together, despite Leopard really not being able to control Spruce fully. The three had a fun apprentice hood, watching as thunderclan dealt with drama after drama, and maybe struggling a bit with the flood, but nothing too bad. 

Sprucepaw especially had a lot of fun with Leopardfur. They two were often seen bickering about the littlest of things, kinda like siblings, but they worked extremely well together when things needed to be done. Sprucepaw admired Leopardfur a lot and actually listened to her advice about certain things, they simply didn’t want to not live a carefree and authentic life, which did irritate Leopard, but even she had to admit that just doing whatever could be fun sometimes.

Things began going south when after Tigerclaw (whom they never forgave), now Tigerstar began visiting RiverClan to talk to Leopardfur pretty often. Sprucepaw really didn’t like Tiger and he knew that. the two would exchange glares constantly and Spruce would loudly defend anything tigerstar was against and vice versa. Leopard had to send spruce away way too often when Tiger was visiting simply because of that reason. Grouse on the other hand was often allowed to sit next to Leopardfur and listen to the two talking. Grouse was quiet and respectful and Tigerstar liked that. Reedpaw simply shied away from Tigerstar, xe didn’t want to deal with his piercing gaze and intimidating presence (I am keeping the “mapleshade visits tiger” thing only to have maple rile tiger up against reedpaw, which is definitely happening here). 

That one time Tigerstar left RiverClan after another visit and Sprucepaw just came back from hunting with Reedtail, Skyheart and Reedpaw and they saw Tiger leave. They decided to follow Tiger and saw that Graypool (who had retired to the elder’s den because of dementia) was following him. Spruce tried to catch up to their mom without tiger seeing them, but they were too late to stop Graypool from falling to her death. Spruce was in absolute shock and attacked Fireheart when he went to check on the body. Spruce calmed down enough to realize fire wasn’t going to be disrespectful or dangerous and they brought Graypool back to RiverClan where Mistyfoot found them. 

By this time the three would’ve been close to becoming warriors, but they were allowed to stall a bit to mourn the death of their mom. Reedpaw and Sprucepaw were severely hurt by her death, and even Grousepaw looked sadder than usual. Then Crookedstar died and Leopardstar became leader, with Stonefur as her deputy. The trio was proud of their older brother. 

Sprucepaw was a mess and didn’t want to tell anyone about what had happened for Graypool to die. They had already been reprimanded too often for bad mouthing tigerstar. Leopardstar wasn’t going to be listening to their word about the dark tabby any time soon, and things didn’t get better when ShadowClan warriors began showing up regularly in RiverClan to “trade information” or something. Sprucepaw was never allowed to be in the same area as them since Spruce would’ve been an aggressive little shit to the shadowclanners. 

Then Tigerstar fully merged the two clans under the banner of TigerClan. Spruce did a lot of effort to not outright oppose the decision of their leader and mentor and of the shadowclan tyran. When Stonefur, Mistyfoot, her kits, Featherpaw, and Stormpaw were being kept prisoner Sprucepaw was fuming, but Reedpaw helped them stay just quiet enough to not be in trouble. The day of the execution Sprucepaw was outraged. They were going to intervene and fight for Stonefur and kill both darkstripe and blackfoot immediately. Grousepaw on the other hand didn’t want that to happen and bodied Sprucepaw against the ground before they could try anything stupid. Grousepaw argued that they did deserve to be punished, and that either way it wasn’t their battle to fight. Grouse wasn’t going to let Sprucepaw tarnish their reputation even more with their outlandish acts. Sprucepaw, who had always been the best fighter of their litter, did easily throw Grousepaw off them, but by this time Stonefur was being attacked by both Blackfoot and Darkstripe and was about to die. 

Sprucepaw didn’t care if Stonefur was only their half-sibling or whatever, they cared about him and sprang on Darkstripe's back. One quick bite took care of darkstripe, but stonefur was already dead. Sprucepaw was attempting to attack blackfoot too, but Leopardstar sprang down and dragged Sprucepaw away herself. Sprucepaw wasn’t put in the same prison as the “halfclanners” but Tigerstar had a more amusing (to him, and him only) punishment in his head. He had been wanting to deal with Reedpaw for a while now and either Sprucepaw killed Reedpaw, either Tigerstar killed xir himself, but Sprucepaw would Have to watch and then die too by his claws. (this isn’t killing apprentices I swear! They should have been warriors by now if their feelings about a dead cat hadn’t made them weak (he’s talking about Graypool here)). 

Sprucepaw snapped and sprang for Tigerstar’s throat. They were in for the double kill that day, but Tigerstar simply threw them in the river with one slap of their paw. This is also the time that the alarm was given that the “halfclanners” had escaped and the pursuit was launched, so Reedpaw had one moment to grab Sprucepaw and book it and so xe did. By escaping through the larger part of the river Reedpaw assured the fact that no shadowclanner would try to follow them. Grousepaw didn’t try to, but it only resulted in an all out brawl between Sprucepaw, Reedpaw and Grousepaw. Spruce accused Grouse of only caring about themselves and their beloved reputation and not doing anything for their fucking littermates, while also clawing a huge wound on grouse’s cheek Reed and Spruce escaped RiverClan, leaving Grousepaw battered and alone. 

Spruce and Reed wondered what they should do now that they were out of RiverClan, Spruce still disliked ThunderClan too much to live there and ShadowClan was even more infested with tigerstar’s filth than even RiverClan. Their wondering didn’t last long as a WindClan patrol found them sopping wet and wounded and asked what the fuck they were doing. The two apprentices were taken to WindClan to at least recover from that, before they’d choose what to do next. 

In RiverClan shit was not pretty. Tigerstar was fuming that he lost both all the “halfclanners” and those two pesky apprentices he oh so dearly wanted to hurt. Grousepaw, though, had shown to be a trusty and loyal RiverClanner and Tigerstar proposed to finally give them a warrior name for their hard service to TigerClan. Grousepaw was intimidated by this, but accepted (with a bit of prodding by Leopardstar because it’d lighten up the mood a bit from the morose state the clan was in). Grousepaw got the name Grouseclaw and was immediately given the role of RiverClan deputy by Tigerstar. 

Tigerstar did still want to fucking murder Spruce and Reed and after he discovered that the two were resting in WindClan he decided to launch a raid on WindClan to 1. scare them into joining TigerClan, 2. intimidate ThunderClan by proxy and 3. kill Spruce and Reed finally. It took a few days for the raid to actually be prepared and in that time Tigerstar mostly planned things with Grouseclaw instead of either blackfoot (because he’s too dumb) or Leopardstar (because she has the backbone of a chocolate eclair and is too weak simply). Grouseclaw had a lot of expectation thrust onto them suddenly and didn’t have a lot of time to fully think about their confrontation with Spruce and Reed, until the night right before the launch. Tigerstar had told Grouse to sleep early to be fully ready for the next day, as there they would finally be able to take their revenge on Spruce and Reed for betraying RiverClan. 

Grouse couldn’t sleep and looked at the reflection of the moon in the river. They finally decided that they weren’t going to let their siblings, nor anyone else be hurt because of their inaction and sneaked off to windclan. Their visit was very unwelcome, the other clans had heard the news of their sudden promotion, and Tallstar’s wasn’t really going to listen to Grouse, especially after SPruce and Reed told their story. Grouse pleaded, and got to share the information they had publicly, to the entire clan if they wanted to say anything. So they did and they told WindClan about Tigerstar’s plans. Grouseclaw left right after telling that news, Sprucepaw and Reedpaw didn’t want to talk to them at all. WindClan didn’t fully trust Grouseclaw, but after they left they did prepare themselves for an attack. 

The camp was securitized, a very fast runner that knew where thunderclan’s camp was had to be prepared at all times in case they got attacked, the nursery got evacuated, the kits and elders were sent to stay with Ravenpaw and Barley (the two were very welcoming dw about them). WindClan was ready for a fight and when early in the morning Tigerstar launched the raid, Onewhisker ran as fast as he’s never ran to reach ThunderClan. While he was running, the other cats were fighting viciously. Tigerstar booked it for Tallstar while he had his goons trample the whole camp and destroy it as much as possible (fucking jaggedtooth even ate a whole rabbit while rampaging the camp). The fight was still very unfair since it was riverclan AND shadowclan against WindClan, but ThunderClan didn’t take long to arrive. In this time Tigerstar did have Gorsepaw pinned, but Sprucepaw was still in a rage mode and sprang on Tigerstar’s back and destabilized him enough to let Gorsepaw escape. 

Sprucepaw landed on the ground and got pinned instead of Gorsepaw, but now both Reedpaw and Grouseclaw attacked Tigerstar. Sprucepaw escaped and began yelling about everything Tigerstar had done, even being the reason that Graypool died. A good few RiverClan cats (very much including Grouseclaw) were horrified by that fact. After ThunderClan showed up, Tigerstar decided to retreat. He called TigerClan back and did a lot of effort to scare them into obedience. By some miracle he hadn’t seen that Grouseclawwas the one that had attacked him with Reedpaw and neither did Tiger’s closest followers, who were busy keeping the WindClanners away from Tiger. Only riverclan cats saw what Grouseclaw had done. 

TigerClan was becoming more unstable by the days, but luckily a confrontation against ThunderClan and WindClan would happen soon, so Tiger didn’t have to do a lot of heavy lifting to keep all the RiverClan cats from betraying him. He did decide to constantly have his closest followers surround him like a guard, which didn’t help with the mood in the clan. 

On the day of the facing-off the tensions were High. RiverClan was being more and more “rebellious” by the hour, and Tiger had at least punished one cat already, but the final moment was due and at fourtrees he called upon Scourge and BloodClan. Like in canon, Scourge killed him. The fight against TigerClan wouldn’t happen anymore, but BloodClan was now the new threat. RiverClan and WindClan were going to fight on the same side. Sprucepaw was still too angry at Grouseclaw to even look at them, but Reedpaw and Grouseclaw exchanged some words before the big showdown. 

Sprucepaw was with the other apprentices that killed Bone after Whitestorm’s death, but a bit later they got cornered against highrock by three very angry BloodClanners. Both Reedpaw and Grouseclaw saw that happen and they instinctively attacked one bloodclanner each, leaving one for Sprucepaw to deal with. After the three bloodclanners fled Sprucepaw quickly said thanks to Grouseclaw before fighting by Gorsepaw’s side to tear a big bloodclan cat away from Mudclaw. Grouseclaw stood dumbfounded for a short moment, but quickly returned to fighting. Reedpaw found Skyheart wounded and helped them to the healers before joining Sprucepaw in the action again. 

The rest of the fight went like in canon. Firestar kills Scourge, the bloodclan cats flee the forest for good (let’s ignore their returns in this au). The clans were settling again after the whole thing, but a few cats still needed to find their place. Sprucepaw didn’t want to return to RiverClan, ever. They couldn’t look Leopardstar in the face and would’ve honestly preferred if she stepped down. Reedpaw liked living in WindClan and talked with Sprucepaw about what they’d like to do both. Spruce knew they wanted to be with Reedpaw no matter what, and gotta say, they also kinda liked WindClan too, especially a little orange and white apprentice. 

Grouseclaw didn’t know what they would have to do now. Their promotion to deputyhood had broken the code very brutally and they had done a few heinous things while following Tigerstar. They stepped down from the role, but they stayed a prominent figure in the clan, simply because of how they dared to fight against tigerstar in WindClan. They worked hard to regain the trust and respect from the other cats, in an actual and genuine way *looks at Leopardstar* and began working hard to make cats less prone to the same things that had led to Tigerstar’s rule. 

When in TNP, when Leopardstar was being a bit too xenophobic again, Grouseclaw was one of the first cats to fight back against it openly. They dared to admit their faults and dared Leopard to do the same. It didn’t go amazingly well, but it did force Leopard to reconsider her actions, simply because of her public image. Grouseclaw did know that Spruce and Reed would probably never want to be close with them again, and while it hurt them a lot, they knew what they had done and didn’t try to push. 

Reed and Spruce became warriors in WindClan after quite a while longer as apprentices since they needed to learn how WindClan cats hunt and live. (Sprucepaw was becoming so restless from being an apprentice for more than a year, nearly two actually), but they eventually became warriors and got the names Reedspring and Sprucecrash. 

Spruce really never fully forgave Grouse. they simply don’t want to talk to them ever again. Reed on the other hand does have some polite chats with Grouse when they see each other at gatherings or on border patrol. In the rare cases that WindClan and RiverClan fight, the three simply don’t attack each other and focus on other cats. 

Sprucecrash and Gorsefire became mates around TNP. They don’t have kits, but they spend a lot of time together. Reedspring doesn’t know what to do with them sometimes, but xe loves xir sibling and their mate.

#warrior cats #morningdraws #oakheart #graypool #thrushpelt #hypokits #silly little kitties :) #warrior cats au #thunderclan #riverclan #tigerclaw #tigerstar #leopardstar

[lunarlegend]

CHARACTER SHEET INFORMATION:

Date Sheet Was Completed: 08/12/2023

Verse In Which The Character Is In: Final Fantasy XV

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Stella Maris

Meaning of Name/Story Behind It: Latin for 'Star of the Sea'

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: 14 during FFXV Brotherhood, 18 during the main story, 28 during Chapter 14

Birthday: February 23

Zodiac Sign: Pisces Sun/Aries Moon/Sagittarius Rising

Birthplace: Lestallum, Lucis

Currently Lives: in Lestallum or Insomnia, depending on the time in the story

Nationality: Lucian

Relationship Status: Taken

Language Spoken and Native Language: Japanese

FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FOES:

Immediate Family: Salvia Maris (her mother)

Distant Family: Noctis Lucis Caelum (cousin), Regis Lucis Caelum (uncle)

In Contact with Parents?: Yes, until her mother was killed

Upbringing: Happy childhood, loving and supportive mom

Siblings: None

Children: A daughter named Lucina (born when Stella is 28)

Best Friend(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum

Other Friends: Iris Amicitia

Pets: A cat named Pluvia, and several opossums

Enemy(s): Ardyn Lucis Caelum

Why Are They Their Enemy(s)?: Bad blood, he killed her mom and wants to kill her cousin (etc., etc.)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Species: Human

Facial Type: Youthful

Eye Color: Aquamarine

Hair Color: Burgundy

Hair Styles: Either in a messy ponytail/bun or tied back with a bow. Her hair sticks out in large jagged curls no matter how she styles it or how much gel she uses

Skin Tone: Peachy

Complexion: Fair

Makeup: She doesn't wear any

Body Type: Slim

Build: Petite

Height: 5'2"

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Three in each earlobe

Birthmarks and Scars: A scar across her nose and extending up her left cheek after her encounter with Ardyn; burn scars on her upper back from the same encounter

Distinguishing Features: A big forehead, eyes that curve downwards, and high eyebrows (she has a very innocent look)

HEALTH AND MENTAL:

Blood Type: B (based on Japanese blood type traits)

Health Level: High

Energy Level: Very high

Memory: Good but scattered

Physical Disabilities: Permanent residual pain/stiffness in her left shoulder from when it was dislocated in the aftermath of the event that caused her mom's death

Phobias: Fire

Mental Disorders: ADHD, PTSD

Smoker: No

Drinker: Occasionally

Drug Use: None

STYLE AND GROOMING:

Usual Style: Sporty

How They Style Their Clothes: Casually

Grooming: Takes good care of her skin and hair

Posture: She leans and slouches a lot

Habits and Mannerisms: The D: expression, standing too close to people, putting her hands on her hips when she's confused or trying to process information

Scent: Peppermint

MOOD:

What Mood Would You Catch Them In: Either angry, confused, or excited, and almost nothing in between

Attitude: Generally positive, but she can be a brat

Mood Stability: Like flipping a light switch

Expressiveness: She is expressive to the extreme; you can tell exactly how she's feeling just by looking at her face

How Are They When Happy: Ecstatic, will yell and jump around and make a lot of physical contact

How Are They When Sad: Will mope and shut herself away; she sees her sadness as a weakness

How Are They When Angry: Loud and destructive, but usually harmless (like a feral kitten)

ITEMS AND THINGS:

Wardrobe (Describe Their Closet): Lots of shorts, tank tops, and big baggy sweatshirts. Most of her clothes are black, navy blue, or gray

Equipment: Giant warhammer?

Accessories: A big black bow in her hair (when she's younger she wears a white bow with green stripes)

Funds: Technically endless, since she's related to royalty (she doesn't spend a lot of money though, and usually forgets she even has access to it)

Neighborhood: Either the laidback streets of Lestallum or the busy streets of Insomnia

Transportation: She travels on foot in Lestallum, and either by foot or on the subway in Insomnia (or Ignis drives her because Stella is a terrible driver)

Prized Possession: Her brooch that her mother gave her

SEX:

Lovers: Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia

Marital Status: Married to Ignis at the age of 30

Sex Life: Very good

Their Type: People whose buttons she can easily push

Position (Dom/Sub): Sub

Virginity: Lost it to Ignis when she was 18

CAREER AND EDUCATION:

Occupation: Crownsguard member, Kingsglaive member, former barista

High School: The same public school that Noctis and Prompto attended in Insomnia

Work Ethic: Very high; she puts a lot of effort into her job and takes pride in what she does

Organizations/Affiliations: Kingdom of Lucis

IQ:

Grades: Barely passed her classes in school

Social Stereotypes: Known for her playful mischief and as a natural leader to the neighborhood kids during her childhood in Lestallum; known as a problem child with violent tendencies after coming to Insomnia (due to her trauma that resulted in the move)

Special Education (Held Back, Honor Role, etc.): Ignis tutored her through most of high school so she wouldn't flunk out

Intelligence: She is a dumbass

IDEOLOGIES:

Morals: Generally good; she is honest and hard-working and has a lot of compassion for most people

Motivation: Revenge at first; loyalty to her King in the end

Priorities: In the beginning: finding the person who killed her mom. By the end: keeping her friends safe from harm and protecting the people of Lucis from daemons

Crime Record: …So many. When she first came to Insomnia after her mom's death, Stella dealt with her grief in the form of anger and she was very violent--biting, throwing rocks, and even shoving someone down the stairs. She was never formally charged due to her ties to the Royal Family, but an ordinary kid would probably have been sent away. She also has a habit of inadvertently causing property damage when she's older

Etiquette: She is very polite in social situations, and especially when visiting other people's houses or spending time with other people's parents

Influences: Stella looked up to Nyx quite a bit and became determined to make it into the Kingsglaive one day so she could be like him (and it makes sense that his reckless heroism would appeal to her)

HOPES, DREAMS, AND FAILURES:

Main Goal: In the beginning: to avenge her mother. In the end: to support Noctis while he brings the Dawn

Minor Goals/Ambitions: To stand out amongst the Glaives as a top hunter, and to help reclaim Lucis so she can settle into a peaceful life with her loved ones

Dream Career: Kingsglaive (does that count as a career?)

Desires/Wants: To never lose anyone she cares about again, to make a difference in the world and fix what's been broken, to travel freely in the sunlight again

Shopping Wishlist: Whatever new hobby she picked up this week, and so much cereal

Accomplishments: Became a member of the Crownsguard against all odds, proved herself worthy enough to join the Kingsglaive, and survived the Ten Years of Darkness

Greatest Achievement: Helping to reclaim the Crown City and bring the Dawn without losing her cousin

Biggest Failure: (in her mind) Not being able to avenge her mother, not being able to protect Ignis, not being as physically strong as she wants to be

Secrets: She cries sometimes when she's alone

Regrets: So many things she wishes she'd told her mom

Worries: That the world will never return to normal

Best Dream (Non-Sleep): The Dawn has come, and everyone she loves is alive

Worst Nightmare (Non-Sleep): Losing the people closest to her, failing as a Glaive

Best Memories: Her childhood in Lestallum, the times her mother would bring her to the Crown City to visit Ignis and Noctis, the roadtrip she spent with her friends

Worst Memories: The day her mother died (she has PTSD from this)

STRENGTHS, WEAKNESSES, AND OTHERS:

Strengths: Kindness, tenacity, and the ability to survive

Mental Weakness: Her grief; she will not admit how much it affects her

Flaws: Impulsivity, anger, immaturity

Perception: The glass is half full, things can always get better

Conflicts: None so large that they would affect her friendships

Instincts: Fight, always

Lures: Stella will do anything for pancakes

Soft Spot: She will also do anything for Ignis

Cruel Streak: None, she can't stay angry for long

FANTASY ELEMENTS:

Powers: Water

Ability: Healing

Physical Weakness: Fire

FAVORITES:

Colors: All shades of blue

Animals: Opossums, cats, fish and other sea creatures

Mythological Creatures: Siren or Mermaid

Places: Anywhere her friends are

Flavors: Anything sweet (and lots of processed sugars)

Foods: Pancakes, cereal, breakfast items in general, and seafood dishes (especially crab and other shellfish)

Drinks: Soda, tea, and gas station slushies

Genre: Horror, action

Books: Her book of fairytales from when she was a kid

Games: Fighting games, racing games, anything competitive

Music: Pop, rock bands with female singers

Subjects: P.E.

LEAST FAVORITES:

Colors: Yellows, oranges, browns

Animals: N/A (she loves animals)

Mythological Creatures: N/A

Places: The Empire

Flavors: She dislikes bitter foods and drinks

Foods: Most vegetables (especially greens), tofu

Drinks: Coffee (she will drink it, but only if it's loaded with milk and sugar)

Genre: Dramas or non-fiction (they don't hold her attention)

Books: Textbooks

Games: Anything too text-heavy or that she can't play with her friends

Music: Slow songs or acoustics

Subjects: Everything besides P.E.

SOUND, VOICE, AND OTHERS:

Languages: Japanese

Voice: Young, a bit high-pitched, prone to yelling when she's excited

State of Mind: Carefree

Laughter: Loud and contagious

Tag Line: She's an idiot, your honor

Signature Quote: "Oh, whoa." D:

OVERALL IMPRESSIONS:

Overall Reputation: Dependable and sincere, but relentless when she fights

First Impressions: People tend to underestimate her or mistake her for a kid

Stranger Impressions: Cute but possibly dangerous

Friendly Impressions: Fun, reliable, and predictable

Enemy Impressions: Grating, annoying, gets in the way

Familiar Impressions: Loving, loyal, and trustworthy

ALIGNMENTS AND MISC.:

One Word: Chaos

(source for the questions can be found here. i left out any that didn't apply to her or that i wasn't comfortable answering for her.)

#source linked at the bottom #Stella Maris #my OC #FFXV OC

[femmeharringrove]

a reminder that i’m still working on my scarlet witch!steve fic

Steve's powers don’t show themselves in any physical way until the night Nancy dumps him. But he’s felt them for some time before then.

He felt them first when Nancy fell in love with Jonathan. Love feels soft and warm, like a kitten curling on your chest, purring contentedly away. It feels so fragile when it first begins, hesitant like maybe it shouldn’t exist, shouldn’t be there. But then it swells, it consumes you like a fire, and it burns in Steve’s veins if he focuses on it, until it settles into the soft, warm peaceful thing love should be.

But he felt Nancy fall out of love with him too. And that feels like death. He feels the love die and it was cold. It felt like drowning in icy waters - there’s the stage where he desperately fought to swim back to the surface and save it, the even more frantic stage where he tried to hold his breath, just to keep the love alive, and then there was the dreadful acceptance that there was nothing more he could do. One day Steve walked up to Nancy in the school hallway and felt an overwhelming cold grasp his heart. It was heavy and empty and so terrible that he immediately turned from her and rushed to the bathroom, where he spent several minutes throwing up and crying.

He felt numb for a while after that. Until that night at the party when Nancy finally told him she didn’t love him. That they were bullshit. The moment she said it he felt the rumblings of emotion, like a volcano preparing for the inevitable.

After telling Jonathan to get Nancy home safe, Steve drives two towns away to an empty field he’s been coming to for years now. It’s his grieving place, where he goes when he needs to feel his own sadness and hurt. Steve walks into the middle of the field, and he screams.

He feels like he blacked out after that, but he doesn’t.

It’s like some other part of him takes over, a part that doesn’t question the green energy emitting from his hands. 

Steve screams and he cries, sad and angry and hurt. He rips several trees apart and conjures up a cloud of thunder that several police departments and weather stations get a call about later because the clouds are black and the lightning that jabs through it is a haunting shade of green. It’s not like Steve hasn’t had moments like this before, moments where he finally lets go of something he’s been holding onto and maybe overreacting in the process, but this is a whole other level that some part of him is terrified. There’s another part of Steve that feels relived, though. Free, even, like that part of him has been waiting for this moment, to unleash this part of himself.

When it’s over, Steve’s exhausted. He falls to his knees in the epicenter of his own chaos, looks down at the ground, and notices in the bottom of his vision that there’s blood. His nose is bleeding. Shaking fingers come up to feel the crimson staining his face, and he stares at what transfers onto his hands for a long time before deciding he’s not emotionally ready to handle the reality of what this means.

He’s in no condition to drive. He’s drained, drunk, and his vision is blurry. But that doesn’t stop him from standing, steadying himself, and looking around himself for another moment.

He really did make a mess. But he doesn’t know how to get rid of it.

So he doesn’t. He stumbles back to the car and simply drives home.

#blood tw #unsafe driving tw #steebie writes #harringrove #it's in the fic later but i'm tagging it now to hide this from the antis #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction #i think wanda maximoff is so sexy and unhinged and i'm feeling inhinged myself so i have to project through my boy

[mythvoiced]

"Merry Christmas." She hands Patrick a stick. Tied with a bow. A cheeky grin across her lips. "Want me to throw it?"

@astremourante | Amelia ma'am--

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It's a joke, obviously.

Well, even if she did mean it, she couldn't be serious about it. There's no seriousness one could apply to gifting someone a stick as a continued not-so-elaborate joke at his expense.

She couldn't possibly, genuinely be asking him if he wanted her to throw the stick just so he could, what, fetch it for her?

Fenrir nearly a thousand years ago might have mauled her for the suggestion or entertained her for a far too costly price.

Patrick barely has the energy left sigh at her. She can't possibly expect him to muster up what it takes to play with her, as adorable as the idea sounds if you regard it from very, very far away.

Truth is, he likes her. He's quick to grow fond of someone, no matter how aggressively he combats any and all attempt at emotion in this context. He likes her wit and the guts she has to pull through with things like these. Maybe he simply and genuinely thinks she's cute, the way one might call a puppy cute or a particularly mischievous kitten, which he assumes suits her better.

Otherwise, he would have put an end to this ages ago.

Not to mention that, even though it's a joke and the gift is awful, the idea he was thought of at least at one point in relation to her Christmas does smooth any frown lines he might have felt intent on showing.

He takes the stick.

"No, thank you," he can't help the disbelieving smile this time. Why does he keep getting himself... "Merry Christmas," he plucks something out of the pocket of his coat: a cute key-chain with the face of a comically angry dog on it, holding a stick between its cartoonish jaws.

"If you ever miss getting to throw me a stick, here, imagine you did in spirit," and it's a jest on his part too, how else should he approach this otherwise. Only with the touch of gentleness in his smile? No, better to add something silly.

#astremourante #the wolf;patrick #because you said she hadn't given him a stick why yes ma'am she had #what's the vibe today everything i write turns sentimental #careful there Patrick has a tendency to Adopt #i had to go back and change all the commas after dialogues bc i was using german punctuation rules i need to #FIGHT something-- #putting THAT aside Ami have this: MWAH #;answered

[placesyoucallhome]

★ - sad headcanon

“Why do you keep coming back?” 

He looked over, from his chair in the rickety conjurer’s guild infirmary, next to the woman staring back with her one unswollen eye. She really only ever seemed to have one look about her-- angry, or as much as she could emote that through bandages and bruises, and he couldn’t blame her, she was hardly in any good position, at least from her point of view. 

The calamity has come and gone, they had both weathered the storm, clinging to threads of life and whatever tatters of self they had left, it had been happenstance they’d ended up in makeshift cots next to each other. There was little rhyme or reason to organization, other than severity of wounds, they lay amongst brass blades and yellow adders and more alike, any and every body was picked up, to bind or to bury. He couldn’t remember much of the first days, the subsequent weeks a mess of wavering visions and uncontrolled shuddering, the waves of numbness were almost a comfort, conjury made it worse, but a scholar’s touch seemed to ebb the tides of of what felt like drowning insanity enough to let him heal. 

It had started with her complaining. Of his crying, his yelling, his garbled murmuring, when he was doing no such thing, catching him in a moment of lucidity, she’d been able to tell him the truth where healers had lied to spare him. He wasn’t sure from what, there had been little more embarrassing than his state as it was. 

“I miss your sparkling personality” He smirked, half slumped over on her cheap cot from  the chair he’d dragged over beside, and all she could do was huff about it. 

“Liar.” 

“Reminds me of home.” 

“Some home you have then.” 

“Think that may go for the both of us.” 

She sighed, apparently no quips left to dispute that, they both knew damn well the quarrel with the other, and how little it seemed to matter in the end. “Then why don’t you go home little kitten?” 

“Will you? Can you?” 

Her hard stare cracked, the fear and sadness underneath flickering through for a moment before she could tear her eyes away. “I think we both know I’ll not be leaving this tent in anything more than a bag.” 

He shook his head, “No, I got better, I got better despite now apparently being insane, You’ll heal, you’ll heal and we can--”

“They won’t waste their healing on such as me, we both know that.” Shaky hands crawled up to her neck, still bandaged and bound, but what must have been her last dredges of energy for the day used to shuffle a necklace from under the replacement rags that clothed her, struggling enough to unlatch it that he reached over to do so for her. She grabbed his hand before it left, pushing the simple stamped metal pendant into his hand. “And I won’t be allowed home, tainted as I am. But should the war break, should you ever find yourself so far away--” 

“We’ll both go, we can wait for--” 

“Promise me! Promise me to keep it.”

He swallowed back the lump in his throat, “I promise. Until you ask for it back.” 

“Hmp, fine enough.” She grumbled, laying back into the flat cot. It wasn’t long until her stamina failed her again, between quiet murmurs of bickering between them, and though he had the sick feeling he should stay, he was rather beaten away with a broom by one of the young conjurers after the sun fell. He’d be back in the morning, he gave another promise, though she could no longer hear him. 

Her cot was empty by sunrise. 

“She was gone before daybreak,” The elezen woodwailer grimaced down at the moonkeeper with the disdain he remembered from the shroud, but he’d been the first soul he saw to ask, “To think we should waste limited resources on loyal garlean soldiers over our own, tch, go rummage through the shallow graves if you care.” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been kicked out of camp for assaulting another troop, it would be his last. 

They could not go home, even if he snuck in to the rows of shallow graves for the soldiers left behind, would he be able to find her? All that was left was the necklace, Perdita oen Antal embossed into the cheap metal. And for the first time since the fighting began, since the gods forsook them, since he realized he could no longer trust his own mind, he sat on the edge of the destruction that broke them, and mourned.

#Nemo Antal #writing #nemo backstory and where part of his name came from #yes this took me forever shhhh #why do you think im not doing ffxivwrite?

[vcnusians]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 ❓+ 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘  /  accepting !

    ❛  it  was  okay.  ❜  moments  and  pieces  of  the  past  come  to  her  in  flashing  scenes.  some  are  misty  and  muted,  others  full  of  light.  the  familiarity  of  the  neighborhood.  looking  up  at  the  moon  in  the  passenger  seat  of  her  mom’s  car,  eating  a  cookie  while  they  brought  her  dad  dinner  at  work  at  night.  her  mom,  sheila,  painting  sparkly  nail  polish  and  blue  eyeshadow  on  her,  almost  always  smiling.  ❛  we  always  had  pretty  flowers  in  the  yard,  i  remember  the  day  i  helped  my  mom  plant  them...  it  was  in  the  summer.  we  watched  my  dad  put  in  the  fruit  trees,  and  the  fig  tree  grew  taller  than  our  house.  ❜  cindy  smiles.   ❛  i  was  always  closer  to  my  mom,  though,  my  dad  was  a  workaholic.  she  was  always  playing  music.  sometimes  we’d  go  visit  my  aunt  debbie,  and  that  was  always  fun.   ❜  in  some  ways,  cindy  felt  like  she  had  more  in  common  with  debbie  than  anyone  else,  including  the  artistic  and  sharp  intuitive  traits. debbie  understood  cindy  in  ways  sheila  totally  missed.  ❛  i  had  cats,  too.  my  neighbor’s  cat  had  so  many  kittens,  and  she  said  we  could  have  one.  she  was  feisty,  so  my  mom  gave  her  away...  but  we  adopted  a  sweet  cat  later..  ❜  she  doesn’t  have  too  many  memories  with  her  dad,  even  though  they  lived  together.   ❛  my  dad  either  worked  all  the  time,  or  slept  or  watched  football,  ❜  she  shrugs.   ❛  or  yelled  at  my  mom.  he  had  anger  problems.  ❜  so  much  toxic,  heavy  energy.  sometimes  cindy  would  sit  in  the  living  room  and  just  know  mark  was  angry.  he  was  just  unhappy  and  had  a  short  fuse,  making  it  everyone  else’s  problem.  no  wonder  cindy  preferred  sheila’s  company,  she  wasn’t  like  that.  not  even  when  she  became  unpredictable  or  snappy  for  no  reason  over  time  (  especially  when  cindy  became  a  teenager  ).  cindy  would  either  space  out  and  get  lost  in  her  own  world  or  immerse  herself  in  music  whenever  mark  raised  his  voice  or  cursed  at  sheila,  or  be  acutely  attentive  and  learn  to  read  moods  to  protect  herself.  still,  cindy  has  more  positive  memories  than  bad.   ❛  it  wasn’t  perfect,  but  it  was  good  enough.  ❜

#turnedahero #𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 / answered #𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 / cindy.

[randomactsofpigeon]

Personal. Apparently I can't write until I get this off my chest so

My grandfather died a few weeks ago. We weren't close and it wasn't unexpected, though the final hours did come on a bit suddenly. He was my last living grandparent which feels a bit weird. My father--his son--is shattered, which is expected. I'm a bit angry at him though because when I saw my grandfather last summer, my dad completely monopolized him and I'm angry at myself too because I knew that would probably be my last opportunity to talk to him and I still let it happen. My dad doesn't have any emotional intelligence. Like I do love him but I've literally be in tears in front of him and not had him notice.

My dad's siblings are mainly assholes so somehow we're not having a funeral until June 17. I'd already promised my father we would go so I'm going, even though it feels...ridiculous, to wait that long. Apparently embalming will keep him fresh enough for two months which is horrific in its own right and reinforces my own desire for green burial but that's a whole other thing. My sister is backing out, who was going to be my sanity during all of this. My grandmother's funeral was an absolute shitshow and I'm concerned about that happening again. Exhibit A: My brother and his wife haven't told their 5-year-old that he died, and she's still talking like he's alive and ALSO attending a family event this weekend, where her five-year-old cousin is VERY AWARE he has passed and likewise talking about him often. That's not going to end badly or anything. Plus whenever my family gets together all of them talk about how they love their identical iphones and nespressos and blissfully child-centered lives and I'm just standing there like the odd thumb out like I've been since I was a kid. And my mom cries if I point out how much I always feel left out and like I don't belong in this family. But I'm not sure why she thinks I should feel any other way when, whenever I try to share any kind of relatable experience, everyone just pauses a moment to erase the contribution from their minds and changes the subject.

I'm totally burned out from this proposal at work that got dramatically sped up when we decided to partner with another company, so instead of the hybrid schedule I'm supposed to be working due to my depression I've been full-time in office, and having to mask...everything in a workplace takes so much energy it's unbelievable. I was looking forward to a break but my former coworker, who took over my work when I changed jobs, also had a death in his family and I'm literally the only other person who understands his work well enough to do it so I'm filling in. Surprise surprise his proposals are due on the 17th. When I'm in Mass for a funeral. Lovely.

One of my foster kittens, who is now 6 weeks old, is stubbornly not weaning. I don't even know what to do at this point. I've tried all the advice that's available online and offline.

I'm living in a shitshow of a house because work has me too burned out to keep up on anything. My plants are dying. I feel so effing useless.

And like I probably shouldn't put this one on tumblr because I don't want to be pathetic but like... I FINALLY got myself back together enough to start writing Lab again and hardly anyone is actually reading it. I got a bunch of welcome back comments on the first new chapter, which was nice, but like nobody came back to read it after. I got next to no comments on the second new chapter. And I don't blame people for feeling burned by the long gap or moving on or being in a different place where reading is not a priority. I really, truly don't. But it also fucking sucks. I thought I was passed this superficial crap as a writer but it has really knocked the wind out of my sails about something I was super excited about, even if I thought I was mentally prepared for it to happen.

I'm just so exhausted I want to cry and vomit. But I'm trying to start my big place exchange fic anyway because I don't want to go back to not writing again. It wasn't a good place to be.

I just feel like I'm failing literally everybody in my life right now, people, readers, pets, plants.

[skelly-words]

bf!Choso headcanons

it’s midnight and but i don’t have class until 4 tomorrow so idc. i wrote this on my phone so it’s really low quality, mind the typos

nsfw at the end so NO MINORS

tw- there’s a cnc headcanon

Forehead kiss enthusiast, both giving or receiving. It’s such a simple and cute show of affection and also a comfortable form of PDA, so it’s kinda perfect.

He loves trying new things because there’s a lot he hasn’t experienced, so his favorite dates are aquariums, museums, art fairs, new restaurants or foods, etc.

He likes all animals, but wants a cat as a pet. They match his mellow energy and like napping and people watching too. Get this man a kitten to put in his hoodie pocket.

He likes dressing complimentary to you. It’s like being an accessory to your outfit, so he waits to see what you’ll wear for the day and then picks his outfit accordingly.

So obsessed with you, but in a quiet way. Just looking at you makes him feel so happy and full inside. Love is an amazing thing and you're showing him that experience for the first time.

His love language is probably quality time, so it's easy to keep him satisfied. I think he'd be really self-conscious about being clingy, so invite him everywhere so he knows that you want him around.

Doesn't talk much (I love a man who knows when to stfu), but he has small non-verbal cues that he uses as communication. Some of it is in his body language or mannerisms that you've picked up on. But over time you can almost know what he wants to say by just making eye contact.

His wallpaper is layered hearts of your eye color (the tik tok trend yk) even us kaka brown girls (monochrome is sexy). And I know he'd be so smitten if you did the same for him, but he'd never ask you to.

Ok y'all I got the nsfw ones too

We know he has a nasty, gross, hot hot breeding kink (it's practically canon atp). But he's also respectful. I'm gonna say Choso 100% gets a vasectomy pretty early into your relationship. (1) he thinks female contraception is sketchy. (2) he accommodates for his own kinks. Alright I think I'm done now.

He's big but doesn't know what to do with it. At least seven inches and his tip flushes to pretty purple when he's really hard.

Loves messy head, giving or receiving. A sloppy blow job could fix 99% of his problems. Lots of spit and moan with him; he’ll last five minutes, maybe.

If he’s giving oral though, it’s usually foreplay. He’ll let you cum, but he’s gonna fuck you too.

He prefers having sex in your room, nothing crazy. But aside from that, he likes to fuck on the couch. The husband material he’s made of gets horny after dinner and he gets handsy while you’re cuddling on the couch underneath a throw blanket. He bends you over the back if neither of you feel like waiting (it’s so you can’t put your face in the cushions)

Did I mention he likes when you’re loud? mostly because it’s hard to hear you over the filth coming out of his mouth if you’re too quiet.

Power dynamics don’t matter to him. He can be subby or dominant no matter what position you pick, and it just depends on the mood at the time. As long as he cums inside at the end, it doesn’t matter.

He’s into cnc, but in a “it’s hot that you trust him to know when you’re in the mood” way.

And he gives your clit a little kiss after. It’s an essential part of after care.

Okay and here’s some slightly ooc toxic ones if you’re into that (WARNING: idk what to warn for. cw- my weird shit?)

I don’t think he’d mind sharing you with his friends as long as they don’t touch your pussy. Ignoring canon obv, i think he’d be good friends with Sukuna (that’s a whole other thing), um, and Choso wouldn’t mind a three way or if his friend asked for some head while the three of you were hanging out. You’d have to be into it, bc that’s the part that gets him off. He likes that you love him so much you want to help his best friend out too.

So so manipulative when you’re angry. He just want you to stop being mad and will say whatever you want him to. He means it when he makes promises to you, but if that doesn’t work or you actually want to leave him then it’s just a game of what words you need to hear.

“Nobody else can understand how to love you, don’t you get that? This is it.”

“What do I have without you, baby? You’re my everything. You can’t just take everything away from me like this. Haven’t I been good enough to you to deserve better?”

Additionally he’s into cnc in a “you’re always in the mood if it’s for him��� way.

He constantly has babies on the brain, family is the natural progression of love. He loves you and doesn’t understand what a big deal kids are. And he can take care of you and the baby anyway, so there’s nothing for you to worry about. Just let him get you pregnant 🙄

a/n- was this aight? idk what to write anymore and uni is killing me. it’s the first day of my thanksgiving break so i finished this 😭😭😭

#choso headcanons #choso smut #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso #jjk #jjk x reader

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 7

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!felix, sub!reader, dom!reader, mentions of violence, character death, drugging, noncon, breeding kink, binding, doggy

GIF CREDIT @christopherbanq

You wake up in a warm embrace, surrounded by the sweet, vanilla scent of Felix. Opening your eyes, you’re met with the splatter of his freckles that seem to glow under the sunlight. Everything feels perfect. It feels right, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever, protected from all that has happened or will happen. But you can’t, the memories of last night’s darkness creep around the corners of the brightly lit room, seeping the warmth out of it until everything is plunged into darkness.

Felix opens his eyes, his bright sparkling eyes, unaware of the darkness surrounding him, his ignorance protecting him. But his light diminishes as his gaze focuses on you.

“Noona, why are you crying?” He asks, arms pulling you even closer to him to the point where you don’t know where your skin ends and his begins.

“Chan…” You sputter, little sobs rattling your chest now. Felix frowns sharply, “Did he do something to you?”

You shake your head, your tears now flowing down your cheeks. “He’s in the hospital. Someone attacked us while we were coming back from the cinema yesterday.”

Felix bolts upright, pushing you at an arm’s length and scrutinizing every inch of your body. “Are you hurt?”

“No, but Chan is.” You wail, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. “He’s hurt really bad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” For the first time, Felix doesn’t comfort you, his body rigid in your embrace and you hesitantly pull back to look at him. He is completely still, a numb look on his face. And you suddenly realize how thoughtless you’ve been. Despite their fight, Felix and Chan have been best friends for years, way before you met either of them. You should’ve told him as soon as it happened.

“Is he going to be okay?” His lips quiver as he speaks, his eyes terrified and looking through yours for help, and you could smack yourself for being so selfish.

“Oh, baby.” You breathe, pulling him into your embrace again. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.”

_______________________

He wasn’t.

Chan hasn’t woken up by the time you both visit him in the hospital, and the doctors were giving you vague responses every time you tried to ask about his condition--if he’s going to be okay, if he’s even gonna make it--and that petrifies you.

“We’re doing the best we can, but I can’t say anything for certain. He’s in a really bad condition.” The doctor informs you after you’d asked for the millionth time. You nod heavily and he lets you know that he’ll be there if there is anything else you need before he leaves. Yeah, right. The doctors were basically running from you at this point. You weren’t stupid. You knew what it meant.

“Thank you, doctor.” You mumble. You feel guilty, like this is all your fault for wishing for Felix to come back, like somehow this had been a bargain by a cruel god, giving you Felix back but taking Chan away.

As soon as the doctor leaves, Felix falls to the floor beside the bed sobbing. You run to him and wrap your arms around him and he immediately leans into your touch. “I did this.” He wails and your body goes stiff, your breath stuck in your throat, choking you.

But then he continues, “I wished for this the night he threw me out. I was so angry at him, but I never wanted it to really happen.”

Your body turns to jelly, the fear that had gripped it was so intense that it left no energy in its wake, and you can’t even caress Felix’s back to comfort him.

_______________________

The police interview you over and over, asking you to remember if there is something about the man who mugged you that you’re forgetting that could help identify him. You don’t have to force yourself to remember, you see him in your dreams every night, and every night you wake up screaming, poor Felix having to comfort you and kiss you back to sleep, never once complaining.

Through it all, those few agonizing days, you held a terrible secret close to your chest. You felt wretched just thinking about it, but you couldn’t help it. You knew he was going to die anyway. You just wished it would happen sooner than later so you could properly grieve instead of being stuck in this fake limbo, pretending like you think he’s going to make it, even to Felix, so that he wouldn’t completely break down.

You go to visit him less and less until you stop completely, which doesn’t paint you in a very favorable light in front of law enforcement or the doctors, letting Felix go on his own to the hospital every day. But fuck them. What do they know about the pain you’re going through? The guilt?

When it finally happens, you can’t believe it. They say he coded in the night and they tried to do everything to save him, even brought him back a couple of times, but it was ultimately useless. He was gone.

You had to see him for yourself to believe it. You went alone. Felix couldn’t bear to look at his best friend’s now dead body. He begged you not to go but you needed to.

As you gaze across his face, you’re thrust back to that night. You had heard that dead people often have a peaceful look on their face, but Chan didn’t look peaceful. It almost looks angry, accusatory, asking you why you weren’t there for him.

He doesn’t forgive you, but it’s okay. You don’t forgive yourself either.

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The case officially turned into a murder investigation following Chan’s death. His body was handed over to the coroner to do an autopsy and try to gather any forensic evidence left, but neither yielded much information, and the police had no leads.

Soon, the case turned cold.

As for you, you had moved in with Felix,, unable to step back into your apartment without Chan. Fearing that in doing so you’d be acknowledging that he’s gone, and then his spirit would remember to come back to haunt you.

Felix takes such good care of you, even though he’s the one who has the right to be hurt more. He stuck around you all the time, making you feel safe and comforting you. He also kept his distance as much as he could. You could tell he wanted to seek comfort in your body, to help each other through this pain, but you were selfish as always. You only let him comfort you. You never comforted him back.

As the months passed, Felix started getting more and more needy, making you feel even more wretched even though he never said anything. He loved you and you loved him, but Chan’s death had pushed a wedge between you. You couldn’t touch the younger boy without feeling guilty. It felt like you were cheating on Chan more than you ever did before, and so you kept Felix at a distance.

For his part, Felix never outright made an advance on you, respecting your need to grieve, but you could tell from the boner he’d get every time you kissed him even a sweet innocent little kiss or put your arms around him that he needed more, and it made you feel even more horrible. You couldn’t help Chan when he was alive and now you can’t help Felix. You felt like the most selfish fucking human being in the world.

So when you’re woken up from sleep one night, feeling hot and with something hard poking against your ass, you decide to finally give back.

“Noona...” Felix whimpers into your ear, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck, making goosebumps erupt along your body. You weren’t ready to go all the way yet but at least you could give him some release.

Turning on your back, you guide him to straddle you and let yourself slip into the right headspace. "You dirty little thing, humping your noona in her sleep?"

His eyes light up when he realizes that for the first time in a long time, you’re reciprocating, and he sighs in relief, starting to grind his hips against yours. Tantalizing, you lower the straps of your nightgown, a delicate pink satin piece that Felix bought for you, to expose your tits for him. He hums appreciatively, reaching out to touch, but you slap his hand away. “Only look.”

He shudders, nodding, and humps against you faster. "Noona, please, fuck me. Fuck your dumb baby."

"No whining." You reprimand, lifting his shirt up to his mouth and he obediently bites on it, muffling his noises. With the shirt up, his boxers are exposed, and you watch as every time he thrusts forward, the tip of his dick pokes out from his boxers, red and leaking. “And I thought you’d thank me for being so nice to a pervert like you.”

Felix pants around the fabric in his mouth, his dick dripping over your panties. Placing your hand on his ass, you feel the muscle clench and relax as he ruts desperately against you. “Is this how you wanna fuck noona? You think your little dick can make me feel good?”

He pushes the shirt out of his mouth with his tongue and babbles. “I can noona. Just let me put it inside.” He grabs his dick and runs the head of it over your clothed slit, making you shiver at the stimulation. Then he pushes the head against your hole but is prevented from pushing in because of the underwear “Just let me put it in, noona.”

“You’re a greedy little kitten aren’t you? Put your hands up to your chest, kitty.” You order, and he reluctantly obeys. “Now stick your tongue out and pant for me.”

He does so with a flush, looking like a cat in heat. Absolutely filthy.

“That’s it. That’s a good, boy. Putting on a show for noona.”

He nods happily, high off the praise you’re giving him. "I'm gonna cum for you noona. Watch me cum for you."

“I’m looking, little whore. Cum for me.” You purr, cupping handfuls of his ass as you encourage his now sloppy thrusts.

Felix cries out, cum spurting out of the tip of his cock and landing on your pretty silk nightgown. You tut disappointedly, “Look at the mess you made, kitten. You ruined my nightgown with your filthy cum.”

“I’m sorry, noona.” Felix pants, not looking sorry at all. In fact, he looks enraptured by the sight in front of him. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He falls over your chest, suckling on your breasts gently as his breathing slows down and becomes deep as he falls asleep.

_____________________

That’s how things go for a long while. Just you helping Felix take the edge off without actually going all the way. You can tell he’s disappointed. He must’ve thought that this was the start of you reigniting your relationship, but you still can’t get yourself to be there for him in the way he needs you. And despite you acting romantically together and going on dates, you never officially acknowledged that you are in a relationship, and you can tell that this, more than anything, hurt him the most.

You feel pity and self-hate fill you up as you play with the boy’s hair, his head resting on your lap.

“How do you like the cocktail?” Felix asks lazily, taking you out of your thoughts.

You blink and take another sip of the drink he made you, appreciating the taste on your tongue. It’s actually pretty good, and you tell him exactly that. “But it seems quite strong. I’m a little lightheaded already. What’s in it, kitten?”

Felix giggles as he presses a finger to his mouth, making a shushing sound. “It's a secret.”

You smile fondly at him, soaking up his laughter along with the afternoon son, the calming rhythm of lix's breathing and the strong drink making you feel sleepy. You decide you’re gonna ask him if he’d like to take a nap with you, but before you can form your words, you abruptly get much sleepier, your eyelids turning to lead as they struggle to stay open to the world spinning around you.

You finally manage a little groan, attracting Felix’s attention. He looks up at you in question and his curious eyes are the last thing you see before it all goes black

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You wake up feeling hot and sticky. Groggily coming to, you blurrily see a mop of blonde hair over your exposed chest and feel wetness over your nipples. Despite your heavy head, you can immediately tell it’s Felix, and your thoughts trudge along as you try to think of what you were doing last but the memory is too fuzzy.

You’re easily distracted when you feel his moans against your skin as he kisses and suckles on your breasts, his hips dragging over your thigh needily. You try to move your hands to push him away, confused and mad that he is touching you without permission, but you only hear the sound of metal clanking as your hands stay above your head, and with a panic, you realize that you were shackled to the bed.

At the sound, Felix lifts his head up and smiles at you sweetly, as if nothing about this was weird. “Noona, you’re awake!”

You stare at him in bewilderment, and he finally realizes what’s wrong. Sheepishly, he explains, “I’m sorry. You were taking so long to wake up and I couldn’t help myself.”

His words don’t really make the situation much clearer. "What is happening? Why am I bound?"

He smiles, moving up your body so his nose is touching yours. "You've been bad noona, rejecting me for so long. I tried to wait. I tried to be good for you but you still kept rejecting me. So I decided to push things along a little."

"What?" You ask, throat dry.

"I put a sedative in your drink so you'd pass out and I can play with you." He explains cheerily, like that was a completely normal and benign thing to do.

"What the fuck, Felix?” You shout, pulling on your shackles in alarm. “You're crazy."

"Crazy over you." He giggles, pinning your hands to the bed so you wouldn’t struggle. “Now stop or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’re the one who is hurting me!”

He frowns. “Don’t say that, noona. I’ve been taking good care of you, haven’t I?”

“And you think that gives you the right to drug and assault me?”

His frown deepens at that, all air of playfulness gone from around him. “Stop. Saying. That.” He grits, “I can’t assault you when you’re mine.”

He leans back and palms at your breasts greedily, his thumbs brushing over your wet buds, and you struggle to not arch up into his touch, a fresh wave of arousal sticking your shorts to your pussy even more. “You’re so perfect, noona.”

"Let me go." You cry, gradually getting more and more panicked.

"I'll never let you go again." His voice is gruff and it sends a shiver down your spine as he rubs his fingers over your clit coarsely. “So stop this or you’ll make me really angry, noona.”

You still immediately, thinking back on what he did last time he got mad. You could still feel the suffocation gripping your throat.

“If you’re wet, noona. I’ll know you want me too.” He pulls back from your chest and slowly peels your shorts down your legs, a gasp escaping him when he is undoubtedly greeted by your underwear sticking to your slick, puffy lips in arousal. “I knew it. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He grabs the top of your panties, pulling them up so they’d rub over your pussy, teasing you and delighting in watching you involuntarily squirm. “You’re so sensitive, noona.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He slinks your panties down your legs then pulls your thighs up, spreading your legs wide for him, and moaning out in appreciation. “Ah, fuck, noona…so hot.”

His fingers slowly rub over your exposed, drenched pussy, driving you crazy with the deliberate, wide strokes. You have to fight hard to not close your legs around him. “Want more, noona?”

You bite down on your tongue. You won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. Resolutely, his fingers trail down your pussy and into your warm, tight heat, and you can’t fight back the gasp that is ripped from you. You shake as his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you. And when he puts his mouth on you, your moans flow out, not caring anything for your ego.

Felix moans into your pussy, eating you out slowly too, maddening slow as if he was kissing you. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue on you make you burn in shame and arousal.

He stays between your legs a long time, driving you mad, his tongue deliberately moving along your folds and and his lips sucking on your sensitive skin, while his fingers stay inside your pussy and relentlessly but equally as slowly rub against that sweet spot inside you. You feel the burn gradually build in your body, it fries your brain and by the time you cum, your entire nervous system is on fire.

He climbs up your body, looking down at you with the most fucked out look on his pretty face, his eyes absolutely glazed over with lust as he bucks his crotch against you and kisses your mouth the same way he did your pussy. You taste yourself on him so clearly it feels like the taste is imprinted on his tongue forever.

Pulling away, a trail of saliva and cum connects your lips. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Let me go, baby.” You coax gently, hoping he won’t get upset if you’re sweet. “Let me go and I'll fuck you."

He shakes his head, "I know you're lying to me, noona. I know I have to break you in first before I let you go."

You pale, bile rising up your throat at the ominous words. "Break me in… how?"

"You’ll see." He giggles, craning your neck up and kissing your skin harshly, growling in between the sloppy kisses, "But when you're over those worthless boys, maybe you can fuck me again. I hate being a bad boy but this is the only way to make you see."

Pulling back from your stinging neck, he presses his dick to your entrance. Your pussy spasms around the tip of his dick, and he chuckles deeply. “Look how needy your pussy is for me. Noona was wasting time being a little slut and letting those bastards touch her when she could've had me." He says reproachfully, as if you were a misbehaving child, and it makes your anger flare up and overpower your fear.

"I don't want you, you freak." You spit out and he slaps you, hard, the force of it busting your lip open. Taking a deep break, he calms himself down and smiles again. "Now that's not very nice, noona. After all I've done for you." He leans down and licks at the drop of blood that sprung from your lip, moaning at the taste.

"You made me wait for so long, noona. I can't wait anymore." He shakes a little, as if it really was hurting him physically to hold back. Pushing into you, he lets out a shuddering cry. "I love you so much. You're finally mine."

You arch your back as he buries himself all the way inside of you, and he takes that opportunity to bend down and pluck one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimper against him, making him speed up his thrusts.

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I, noona?” He grunts, keeping your legs wide open as he fucks into you but you don’t reply, angering him. Suddenly, you’re flipped onto your stomach, and he pushes himself between your spread legs so you can't close them, plunging his dick back inside you. “You will not ignore me, noona. I will not allow it.”

He steadies himself on both sides of you and leans over you, trapping you under him and fucking you hard and slow, trying to get as deep inside you as possible despite his size and making you shiver as his dick drags against your walls. He gradually speeds up, his dick gliding easily over the track it made, overwhelming your poor pussy.

He fucks you so well, and you’re entirely, completely ashamed of how good it feels. It seems like he is intent on humiliating you, his dick hitting the sweet spot inside of you perfectly with each thrust, and your pussy keeps clenching around him more and more as the sound of your flesh smacking together fills the room. You’re transfixed under him, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open with your back perfectly arched to receive his thrusts, and soon, he grunts into your ear, "I'm so close."

Your eyes snap open urgently. “Pull out. I'm not on birth control. You can’t cum inside me." You explain hastily. You had stopped taking the pill ever since Chan had passed away. You weren’t fucking Felix so you felt no need to take it.

"I know, noona." He says and you almost sigh in relief, fully expecting Felix to whine but pull out. But to your horror, he continues, "Gonna breed you so you'll never leave me again."

Your breath catches in your throat and your nerves go numb. You sob, “Felix, please no. Pull out, baby please. I won’t leave. I’ll stay.”

“You will.” He promises you, and doesn’t pull back. Instead, fucking you harder and spanking your ass as he grunts loudly, "Take it like a good noona."

He empties himself inside of you, his hot cum flooding your pussy, and to your great shame, that pushes you to cum too, your pussy milking him obediently. He praises you happily, "Good noona, taking all my cum. Your pussy knows you belong to me."

You think he’ll be done now, having fucked you and filled you up. But to your horror, he turns you on your side and embraces you from behind. Lifting one leg up in the air, he starts fucking you again. With how wet you were and his previous ejaculation, wet lewd sounds fill the room along with his low grunts and your breathless gasps.

He spends the whole night fucking you, taking you in every position conceivable and making sure to empty every little drop inside of you, apologizing for being a bad boy and promising you that he'll take any punishment you give him once you’re pregnant with his baby and he can be sure you'll stay.

The worst part is that he makes sure you cum too, seeming intent on not allowing you any space to later claim like you didn’t enjoy yourself, murmuring praises into your ear every time you orgasm. "Good noona, cumming around my cock. Kitty is so happy with you. You wanna cum again?"

You are almost passed out when he’s done fucking you. Leaving you used up and sprawled out on the bed, he gets up to retrieve something. When he gets back on the bed, you purposefully don’t look at him, expecting him to now try to suck up to you and get you to forgive him.

But he doesn’t say anything and you suddenly jolt at the sharp sting you feel along your inner thigh. You look down in horror to see felix carving something with a knife onto your skin. His own name.

You shout and begin to struggle, only to quickly realize that you shouldn't be moving around with a sharp knife so close to your genitals, and Felix is aware of that too. He ignores your tearful pleas and pained screams until he’s all done. Brandishing the now bloody knife, he whispers conspiratorially, “Wanna know something, noona?”

You don’t reply but he doesn’t care, smiling as he pushes the knife to your throat. “This is the knife I used to stab Jisung.” Your stomach drops and your blood beats frenziedly against the knife pressed to your skin. “It’s also the same knife I used to kill Chan.”

You stay frozen in place, not even breathing, not even blinking.

"I didn't want to kill him. I really loved him. He was the only one I was willing to share you with but he left me no choice.” He goes on, pouting slightly as if he was lamenting losing his favorite mug. “But it’s better this way. Now you’re all mine. And once you're broken in, I'll let you use this to mark me up too."

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A/N: let me know what you think of the ending. I love to hear it!

#stray kids smut #felix smut #sub!felix #sub!idol #yandere!felix #dom!felix

[georgiapeach30513]

Daddy, Please Stop

Summary:  Where has Story been

Pairings:  Story Drysdale X Charles Blackwood

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  Explicit language, implied drug us, forced prostitution, physical violence, angry!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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Story Drysdale Masterlist

“Why haven’t you found her?” Ransom asks James, who lets out a big sigh.  

“She hasn’t been going to the club.  Everyone there swears they haven’t seen her.”

“That fucking prick Chase Collins is there, isn’t that Charles guy?” James nods his head.  He goes every time that they have game.  And nothing.  “How does an eighteen year old just go missing?” Ransom sits down at his desk.  Pictures of Story throughout her life cover it.  “It’s been too long,” it had been eight months since the last time they saw her.  Had Ransom had thought he wouldn’t see his daughter for eight months, he never would have let her walk out that door.  “What if...?” he buries his head in his hands; body shaking with how many tears he’s shed.  “Kitten, she’s not sleeping.  It’s like when Story was a baby all over again.”

“We’ll find her.”

“Has she contacted Carter?” James shakes his head no.  “How’s he doing?”

“Not good.  He’s worried sick.  Doesn’t go into work as much anymore.  He’s usually drunk or doped up.”

“Goah, this is such a fucking mess.  If she’s here, someone’s got her locked up, and...I want my daughter back.”

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Carter stands at the door of Charles’ apartment, wiping at his nose, sniffling as he waits on the man.  Hearing the noise coming from the bedroom, he wonders who Charles has living with him.  “Blackwood?”

“Getting it together,” Charles pulls out Carter’s normal supply, knocking on the door, “Your times up, unless your paying more,” before he walks over to Carter.

“Dealing more than drugs I see?” Charles shrugs.

“You need some?  You’ve been out of commission for awhile.  I could give you a fair price,” Charles smirks at Carter, but he reaches in his pocket for the cash that Charles demands he uses.  Chase walks out of the bedroom pulling on his extra layer of clothes.  “You’re getting greedy, and not paying enough.”

Slapping some more money in Charles’ hand Chase looks up at Carter, “You don’t look so good.  Maybe you should pay Charles for a piece,” Chase cocks up an eyebrow at Carter, laughing at him, “It might do you some good.”

Carter scoffs at him, “I don’t need to pay to fuck someone.  I don’t do prostitutes.”

“Whatever.  You’re missing out.  See you in a couple days.”

Carter starts to leave, “It could be good for you Baizen.  Helps you forget whoever it is you’re trying to forget.  It’s just sex.”

“I don’t want to forget her,” he turns leaving.  Promising it will be the last time he gets blow from him.  He knows it won’t be.  It’s always a lie.

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You go through all the photos you have of Story, never imagining that this is where you would be.  Your baby gone, and no word from her.  Your mind going from the best case scenario, that she’s still just angry with you.  To your worst that one day you’ll find her body.  All her friends had been contacted.  And either they’re lying for her or they really have no idea where she is.  

Looking in the mirror, you didn’t realize you could look this bad.  Ransom walks into the bedroom, and his face falls.  Watching your broken body as he walks to the bed, crawling in behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, “You remember how scared we were when we brought her home?  She was just this tiny little thing, but even then was so vocal.  Or her second birthday, she had a princess theme, and she walked around in that puffy dress and tiara.”

“Ran, please stop,” tears fall down your cheek while you try and remember happier times with your baby.  She was always so happy and full of life.  Bountiful imagination.  Never far from Harlan.  Even though she had so much energy, she would crawl up into his lap and sit for hours as they told the Ballad of Story Drysdale.

“Or hearing that tiny little knocking in the middle of the night.  Sometimes it was annoying, but I don’t regret letting her sleep in the bed with us,” your head leans back on his shoulder.  Losing all self control.  Sobbing, and he holds you tighter.  “We’re gonna find her.”

“When?”

“Hopefully soon.”

You look down at the pictures scattered on the bed.  “I just want my baby back home.  I know she has to be scared.”

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Carter stares at this stupid door.  This is the last time he vows.  He can’t come here anymore.  He needs to get clean so he can be of any assistance to find Story.  He raises his hand giving a loud knock.  Even though he’s not waiting that long, he’s agitated, and knocks loudly again.  The door swings open quickly, and he stares at her like he’s seeing a ghost.  “What do you...want?” as soon as her eyes meet his, she looks down at the floor.

“Story?” he asks, tears coming to his eyes, “What’re doing here?”

Story’s lips tremble, and she shakes her head, “I live here.”

“Everyone’s been looking for you for months.  Have you been here the whole time?”

“I needed a place to live.  Charles was...”

“Bunny what’s taking so long?” Charles walks into the living room seeing Carter at the door.  “Oh, came for your weekly fix?” his hand slides down Story’s body cupping her mound.  “Or did you come for something sweeter.  Could give you a discount the first time.”

Horrified Carter looks down at Story, her eyes full of tears and she struggles to talk, “Daddy, please stop.”

“Oh, but sweetheart, Baizen here has been having a tough time,” he gives her a hard kiss to her neck and she jerks away.  Harshly he grabs her cheeks.  “Some bitch broke his heart.  Oh wait,” his sly smile looks up at Carter.  “I forgot.”

Carter’s body flinches, pushing at Charles, and Story falls to the ground, “Let her go!” 

Charles only laughs at him, “Tell him Bunny.”

“Don’t make me do this daddy.”

“TELL HIM!” Charles angry goes to stand.

“I’m where I want to be,” Story’s voice cold and distant, she stands and walks to that room that Chase had came out of.

“You heard her Baizen.  Find you a new fucking dealer.  I can’t have you coming here and upsetting my property.”

“What did you do to her?” his eyes never leave the door, his hand rubs the worn rose pendant in his pocket.  His newest way of reminding himself that she was real, and for such a short period of time, she was his.  

“Taught her how to behave.”

Story’s hands dig around in her drawers, hoping that her pitiful phone has enough charge to text TJ.  Listening to any form of altercation that could be going on outside.  She pulls up her messages finding his name.  It’d been months since she sent word to him, “I need ice cream.  Nate knows.”

Charles slings the door open, and Story quickly hits send, dropping the phone as he stomps towards her.  “Did you tell him you were here?”

“No, daddy.  I didn’t.  I promise.  I’ve been a good girl.  I haven’t...” he pulls her closer to him by her neck, “You’re hurting me.  Please stop.  I won’t do it again.”

“You weren’t even supposed to open the fucking door.  Only special customers get to see you,” letting go of her neck, he shoves her to the ground, and she tries to crawl away.  Her whole body trembling.  “Such a scared little bunny.  I’ll just have to teach you what happens when you don’t listen.”

“Daddy, please don’t,” her voice cries up at him as she tries to scramble away.  She’s sure this may be the last time she gets away with something.

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TJ beats on the door of Nate’s apartment.  “Come on asshole!  Archibald!” he wasn’t expecting that text from Story.  But when received it, he knew she was in trouble.  When she started getting involved with all these good for nothing men, he made her promise to let him know she wanted ice cream, and he would do what he could to get her out of there.  “About time.  You know where Story is?”

“Not really.  When she left, she said she had to meet Charles.”

“You know where Charles lives?”

“What’s this about?” Nate asks leaning on the doorframe.

“She’s in trouble.  She got in contact with me,” Nate’s face falls.  

“Go to this address.  This is where her parents live.”

“You knew she was with Charles and you didn’t say anything?  I thought you were her friend.”

“I did tell them.  They went and looked at his apartment.  Didn’t...fucking Chase.  He heard me.  Go to them.  I’m calling the cops, and James.  Go!”

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You open the door staring at a young man you had never met before.  Your eyes their usual bloodshot self.  When doesn’t say anything you start to close the door but he’s able to squeak out, “I’m a friend of Story’s.”

“Ransom!  Oh god, my baby.  She’s...Ransom!  Please, she’s okay, right?” Ransom comes running up beside and you stare up at him.  “It’s Story,” his eyes move around your face rapidly, trying to fully take in what you’re saying.

“She’s in trouble.  Nate called the cops, but she sent me a secret message.  We have this code, and...”

“Kitten stay here.”

“Ransom, I’m going to my daughter,” pushing past him you head out the door.

“No!  If she’s in a lot of trouble, I need you here.  I don’t need you getting hurt,” you start to protest, but he stands firm.  Call Aster, she’ll sit with you.  I need you here with Lucy.  I’m bringing our baby back.”

Ransom follows TJ’s directions to the apartment.  Taking two steps at a time, huffing with each step.  He’s so close, almost there; he beats on the door.  Almost knocking it off his hinges when Charles jerks it open, “What do you want?”

“My daughter!” Ransom sees her body laying on the floor behind Charles.  At first he thinks she’s dead or unconscious.  But with a quick movement of her leg, he pushes past Charles.  “Story lets go, baby.”

“She’s not going anywhere.  Bunny, to your room.”

“Daddy, no,” the two of them turn to look at her.  When Ransom sees her scared face staring up at Charles, saline trails drifting down her face, hair matted and greasy, lips and nose chapped and raw, her body nearly skin and bones, he rears back pushing Charles to the floor.  Story holds tight to her ears, rocking herself as Ransom issues hit after hit to Charles.

TJ steps past them, pulling up a scared Story, he carries her out to the car.  “Hey, it’s okay.  I’m right here.  It’s okay,” his voice soothing the entire time that he carries her.  Trying to get her to calm herself.  

“But my dad...he’s,” something in Story snaps when she looks at him.  TJ sees the large figure of an officer walking up to the apartment, knowing that at least this nightmare is almost over.  “Why did you take me away?”

“Why?  Why don’t you look in the mirror Ree?” his fingers touch at her bruised neck, and she flinches back, “What about that?”

“Charles didn’t leave me,” she whispers.  As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she starts crying.  “Grandpa left me.  Aster and Iris left me.  James left me, Blade left me.  Carter left, they all leave.”

“You’re being stupid.  Harlan died.  Aster, Iris, and Blade went to college.  James was held captive.  You and Carter broke up.  These people didn’t leave you.  They love you.  That jackass, he was holding you captive.  You know this.  You text me.  You needed help.”

A knock on the window happens and Story flinches back, nearly crawling into TJ’s lap.  “I'm not allowed open the door.  Good girls don’t open doors,” she whispers, and it’s then TJ realizes how far gone she is.  He opens the door to let Officer Everett in.  Curtis looks over Story’s scared body, and in ways, she reminds him of you.  Remembering how scared you were that day that they had found you.  The day him and Nat made sure Andy would never hurt you again.

“Story, your dad is being detained currently.  He did a number on Mr. Blackwood, but with barely a search of the apartment, it won’t be easy to hold him for more than a night.  Charles is going to be in a whole lot of trouble.  Not to mention the case we’ve been building against him.  Ransom’s already called your mom, but you want to tell me what was going on up there?” she shakes her head no.  “Did Charles give you those bruises?” while Curtis wants her to answer, her tears that pool out of her eyes is enough, “Okay.  Are you ready to go home?”

Story flicks her eyes to his badge, “It’s you.  This whole time, you were,” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at her, “You.  You were...how could my dad even look at you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You were fucking my mom before they were married.  You were her Dom.  I take after her apparently.  Even found myself a daddy.”

Curtis intakes a quick breath.  Whistling through his teeth.  “You have no idea what you’re talking about little girl.”

“No.  You were.”

“For a few months, your mother and I had a safe and consensual relationship.  I even asked your father if they were dating before I pursued her.  I am a Dom.  I never hurt her.  That asshole up there is an abuser.  He used his power over you, forced you to do things against your will.  He is not a Dom.”

Story’s eyes flick down to her lap, not wanting to look at him anymore.  “That.  Your mom did that too.  After her relationship with Andy.  I know what you said to her and your father that night.  I can show you the photos and police reports about Andy.  I know you’re angry, but you have parents that love and adore you.  You’ve got a mother that has called the station everyday asking if I’ve heard anything.  A dad who nearly beat Charles to death, because he was hurting you.  Your mom and dad have made mistakes.  But they’re good people, they’re good parents.  It’s time for you to face reality.  You’re angry, and I get it.  Do you want this life that you were living?” Story shakes her head no.  “That man, that you’re sitting on, he’s a true friend.  He reacted immediately to your text.  He has asked for nothing from you, but your company.  These boys you’re surrounding yourself with, they don’t care about you.  You know that don’t you?”

Story begins crying, resting her head on TJ’s shoulder but nods.  “Your dad will get out on bail.  Your parents want to help you get clean.  That’s what you want right?” 

“Yes.”

“And when you’re ready, your mom wants to have a long talk about what she suffered through.  How she kept your two sisters alive.  No, she wasn’t making that up.  They were babies and they had their lives threatened.  Ransom would never do that to you,” Story watches her father being escorted out.  “They’re going to take him to jail.”

“No.”

“He’ll get out on bail.  He wants you to go to a great rehab facility that he and your grandpa went too.  Story, you’re lucky.  You’re alive.  Now you need to call that poor kid that called me before Nate called the cops.”

“Carter?”

“That’s the one.  He could barely get a word in with his tears.  Maybe you should talk him into rehab too.  Let me get your dad safely to the jail.  TJ, her mom is meeting me there.  Get her home safely.”

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