#another poor choice made by the doctor. i was sitting and shitting on him for what he did to Me

[camels-pen]

unethical medicals

Summary:

Over time, Danny learns things about his parents.

None of them are very pleasant.

based on @echoghost1's prompt "Danny has finally revealed himself to his parents and they took it well! Or at least they did at first, now things are…" and @dekalko-mania's prompt "We have a lot of identity reveal fics- how about a post reveal one? What are the consequences (positive or negative or quirky) of danny revealing his identity (accidentally or not) to either his parents, Valerie, or anyone of your choice"

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“Hold still, Danny.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a sigh.

His mom made a sympathetic face. “I’m sorry dear, but check ups are important.”

He resisted the urge to cross his arms. He did pout though.

His dad laughed as he squeezed the bulb of the blood pressure cuff. “Oh, it’s not that bad, Danno! You know your Uncle Daisy?” 

Danny squinted. “...maaaaybe?”

“Well, I guess that’s fair. The last time he came around was before you were even 4!” He mumbled a number to Mom and she wrote it down. “Anyway, he was in and out of the hospital all the time! The poor guy went so often that all the doctors and nurses knew him at first sight! Even kept up with how his school was going and everything.” He sighed. “Those hospital staff were good to him.”

“Oh…” Danny said. “Sorry, dad.”

“Hm?”

“For, y’know, your loss.”

“Loss?” Dad laughed. “No no, Uncle Daisy’s just fine! He’s just been living up in Iceland!” He rubbed a hand on his chin. “Maybe we should go visit one day. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“Maybe,” Mom said, grimacing. She would, if Dad really wanted to go, but he knew his mom loved the warmer temperatures better. “How about we finish this up and get dinner, huh?” Masterful distraction, Mom. He’d give her a secret thumbs up if his arm didn’t feel all tingly.

Mom gestured him down from the table and he hopped off, taking off the blood pressure cuff. 

---

Their parents were fighting again. Arguing back and forth about Santa, like they always did on Christmas. 

Jazz did her best to make things fun and take care of her younger sibling—to distract from all the ridiculousness and general danger going on around them—but it wasn’t hard to figure out that their mom and dad cared more about being right than their own kids. 

His name was [REDACTED] Fenton, he was 8 years old, and he decided he hated Christmas.

---

“Another check up?” Danny whined.

“You were lagging in your flight speeds today kiddo,” Dad said, an unusually somber and concerned look on his face. “We just wanna make sure you’re not getting sick or anything.”

Oh, that. Actually sort of made sense. He nodded. “Okay, but I think it’d be better if I went to Frostbite’s—”

“Oh, nonsense, hun.” Mom pulled out a thermometer from one of the drawers built into the side of the table. “We’re right here and while we’ve learned to trust your yeti friend, this is just easier.”

“But if it’s a ghost illness—Mmph!” Mom stuck it in his mouth while he was talking. He grumbled around it, but obediently kept it under his tongue. 

“If anything we find is outside the acceptable range of good health, we’ll take you to the FarFrozen ourselves.” Dad brightened up, sitting straight up on his stool with a wide grin. “And I will be driving. We don’t want a repeat of last time, dear.” Dad slumped.

Danny mumbled, “Fine.” Settled in to wait for the janky thermometer—that his parents always insisted on him using now because of some dumb shit like how it’s “already ecto-contaminated” and he’d “probably melt through the regular ones if they tried”. 

He trusted they were telling the truth. Didn’t mean he had to like it though.

---

Ghosts. 

His parents’ need to be right and prove themselves had led to them trying to build a portal to a world of ghosts. They loved to visit haunted spots all across the state while leaving him and Jazz behind, but now they were here all the time. It was strange, though he sort of liked it.

They had to grab some special metal thing though, and they were going to leave again, for much longer than their previous trips. Months, they had said.

He and Jazz could hardly handle a few weeks on their own. And the nice neighbours who had been helping would get tired of them eventually. And… he’d miss his mom and dad. He didn’t want them to leave, he wanted—needed to keep them here. 

So, against Jazz’s warnings, he told them. Stood proud and all of 4 feet tall and said that he was a he.

They were surprised. Shocked. And then they were picking him up and holding him close and saying they were so happy he would trust them with that, even asking about names and giving their own suggestions. Said they loved him and would continue to love him no matter what. That they would always be there for him.

A few moments later, they were out the door.

His name was [REDACTED] (Daniel?) Fenton, he was 10 years old, and he decided his parents were liars.

---

“Again?”

“At least it’s not a full checkup this time,” Mom placated. “Just slipped my mind to grab some blood last time.” She held up a small needle. “It’ll just be enough to fill a quarter of this. Promise.”

Danny kinda hated needles, but—

He squinted. “I get ice cream for dinner?”

“You get ice cream after dinner.”

Ha! Mission success. “I guess I can agree to that.” Couldn’t let her know he was too happy with the outcome or she might catch on.

Danny sat on the table, sticking his arm out. Mom got the rubber band thing and put it around his arm. She poked at his elbow with her finger, squinting and looking at it at different angles. 

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“A few of the lightbulbs on the ceiling got dimmer the other day,” she said. “Your father’s out getting replacements right now, but right now it’s making this quite difficult.”

She poked at his arm a bit harder. Ow. “Can I just lay down if it’s gonna take a while?”

“Sure, sweetie. That might even help, if I get the overhead light on.”

Nice. Good. Great, even. Because the less time he spent anticipating the needle, the better.

“Where is that darned switch?” Mom grumbled to herself. “Ah, here it is.”

A light came on in his peripheral vision before being moved right above him. He winced at the harsh light. 

There was a great big flash and everything—everything just—

“There we go.” He felt her place a finger on one spot. “Sorry, Danny. It’ll just be a few moments.”

He mentally shook himself, moving his hands to grasp tightly above his stomach. “Yeah, go ahead, Mom.”

It would only be for a few moments. Mom had said a quarter of that needle, right?

It would be fine.

See? He barely even felt the poke at his elbow. Any second it’d be done.

Any second.

Any—

“Mom?” he whispered.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I thought you only needed a quarter? This feels like more than that.”

“Hold on.” He felt the needle leave his elbow and his mom put a cotton ball to it. She taped down the cotton ball and there was the light turned off soon after with a soft click. 

Danny rubbed his eyes and continued to blink the white spots out of it right up until his mom tapped his shoulder. “See?” she said. “Just a quarter.”

In her hand was, in fact, the needle—though he didn’t remember it looking so big. He had to carefully look away from the sharp part, but all in all, she was right. It looked more like a third than a quarter, but nothing terrible enough to swindle more desserts out of her.

---

Jazz’s birthday was coming up. He wanted to get her something special.

He asked his mom for money and a ride to the mall. She said to ask dad. Dad said to ask her.

He waited until they were both in the lab one summer morning and asked them both at the same time. There were a lot of “not now”s and “maybe later”s, but he put his foot down. 

He asked, clearly and loudly, if they had bought anything for her yet. They didn’t answer him.

Each of them handed him a 10 dollar bill and told him to get something nice for her. They went back to their work without another word or even a goodbye.

That was fine. He didn’t need a ride. He was a big boy, he could go and walk there himself.

So he did.

The heat was sweltering on the way there and worse on the way back—he saw black spots at one point and barely remembered how he got home—but he’d succeeded. He’d bought a beginner’s psychology book that Jazz had been raving and lamenting about for months whenever she and Danny went out to buy new clothes. 

He wasted no time making a card and shoving it and the book in an empty cardboard box he grabbed from the garage, hiding it in the back of his closet.

Time passed. Her birthday arrived. 

His parents asked to go first, presenting a neatly wrapped gift before the birthday girl.

She opened it. In it was the exact book Danny bought her, except it was hardcover instead of paperback.

She looked surprised and so so happy. She jumped up and hugged their parents. 

He mechanically set down his own gift, noting the poor wrapping job looking worse than before—with a line of duct tape along the top that he didn’t remember putting there.

Jazz liked the card. Looked confused at the book. Mentioned it would be nice to have two different copies instead of one.

Later, he asked his parents why they copied him. Why they didn’t ask for help instead.

His dad laughed. Joked about his imagination running away with things. 

His mom patted his head. Said it was the thought that counted.

His name was Daniel “Danny” Fenton, he was 12 years old, and he decided to never ask his parents for anything ever again.

---

“When did you even get here?!” Danny shouted, dodging past Technus’ electrical blast. “We’re in Elmerton!”

“You know us, Danno! We go where we’re needed!” his dad said, aiming a bazooka right at him. Danny paled. Then his dad pouted as his mom snatched the weapon from him and aimed it at Technus. “Aww, you never let me shoot anymore.”

“No offense dear, but you need to practice at the firing range again. It’s been too long since you’ve gone.” She shot at Technus and the ghost hastily pulled a bunch of electrical appliances through a store window, creating a shield.

“What? Who are you—gah! And why are you shooting at me?!” Technus used his electricity to make a giant hand above his shield and point at Danny. “I thought all you ghost hunters hated him the most!”

“As if we could hate our—!”

“Jack,” Maddie hissed, elbowing him in the gut. The murmurs of people hiding nearby echoed down the street, quiet yet loud. Danny hadn’t even noticed there was anyone still around and by the way his dad started to look nervous, he wasn’t the only one.

“Our, uh,”—Jack scratched his head—“town… hero?” It sounded like it physically strained him to say those last two words, but then he lit up. “Yeah! We’ve just recently been made aware that Phantom’s an upstanding ghost and we’re here to support him!”

“Upstanding?” Technus wrinkled his nose. “You give the ghost child too much credit. I heard he went to prison once. And on Halloween two years ago—”

“Technus, Hey!” Danny yelled, hastily cutting him off. “Don’t you have some kind of ‘take over the radio tower to control everyone’s radios so you can make sure only your favourite songs are playing’ plot to start scheming on?”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Technus grinned. “You really should be a teacher!”

Danny groaned, ignoring his parents’ inquiries about a ghost who caused mischief based on the first thing people shouted at him. He usually didn’t try and guess at Technus’ schemes for this exact reason—or, at least, not within his earshot—but the pressure to keep the ghost from blabbing about his past… mishaps to his parents made him panic and slip up.

Though, honestly? He was thankful he didn’t say anything worse. Or on a grander scale.

And, all in all, he and his parents worked together pretty well: his mom shot directly at Technus to keep him on the defensive and get him angry by not giving him any time to monologue; his dad used the Jack o' Nine Tails to grab and toss away any appliances that got too close to him and Mom; and Danny waited in the wings, invisible and looping around Technus in circles with the Thermos in hand, waiting for an opportunity.

Then, all at once, Technus erupted, sending his shield of appliances outwards and knocking his parents back. “I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR ANNOYING MINIONS!” Bundles upon bundles of wires came out of his coat, racing towards his mom and dad. “YOU DO NOT DESERVE YOUR STINGING INVENTIONS! I WILL—”

Technus was cut off as the Thermos’ beam hit his back. He screamed as he was sucked in, cursing his parents with something about bricked computers for life, whatever that meant. Danny capped the thermos shortly after the light dissipated and shook it a bit just for recompense. 

He relaxed now that the ghost was caught, but then he felt a blast of heat shoot past his side. He cursed, whirling around to find the source, but the only ones around were his parents, the bazooka’s muzzle smoking slightly in his dad’s arms.

His mom waved him down with a sheepish look. “Sorry, your father insisted on shooting a couple shots and you know how he can be.”

“And it was totally worth it!” Danny crossed his arms, glaring at him as he floated to the ground. His dad let out a nervous chuckle. “I mean, I do regret hitting you, kiddo.”

His mom tapped his shoulder, staring at his side with a furrowed brow. “Oh dear, you’re hurt.” Danny looked down. His suit was slightly singed. “We’ll need to do a checkup, just in case.”

“A checkup?” Danny groaned. “Seriously?”

His mom gave a sympathetic smile and he hung his head, groaning again.

---

He had had enough. 

Ghost attacks were running him ragged, as per usual, but Dash had been suspended from the football team for some reason and had been beating him up worse than usual, there was a pop quiz in History at one point that he quite certainly failed, and to put the cherry on the shit cake, he was finally starting to go through puberty. 

And it was extremely cruel.

If that weren’t enough, he’d found himself near desperate to stay in ghost form as long as possible.

Over time, he’d learned that in ghost form, he looked exactly how he wanted. Sure, he’d love some more hair on his chest, but that was something he could wait to happen. Because in his ghost form he knew it would happen, eventually.

School was always out of the question and, when he thought about it, so was the house; it was armed to the teeth—his parents were armed to the teeth—he couldn’t just stay in ghost form the whole time at home. 

The sound of his parents’ vitriol and gunshots, on a night he finally was free of ghostly disturbances—on a night he had to himself to fly through the sky and just be—was the last straw.

It was one thing after another after another and he couldn’t take it any more! He needed to tell them.

He knew they would accept him. Saw that after the whole thing with the Reality Gauntlet. Hell, he even saw it for a bit during that fiasco with—him, while his friends and family were stuck to that vat of Nasty Burger sauce.

So, he sat them down. Told them. Tried his best not to break down crying thinking about everything that happened during the past week to lead him to confessing. To lead him to choose to put his trust in them again, like he did when he was little.

And just like back then, just like with Freakshow—with him—they accepted him, apologized to him, worried about him. Said they understood why he would hide it. Said they were so grateful that he had survived his accident, regardless of what he became.

Just like back then, they said they loved him with all their heart and would do what they could not to break his trust—to try and make up for the past.

And they did, somewhat. They stopped shooting at him, gave him back up during ghost attacks. Praised him more in a short few months than he thought he’d ever been praised in his entire life. 

Heck, the initial stretch of time after his reveal had him laughing and smiling more than ever—comfortable in his own skin in such a momentous way he didn’t think he would feel a second time. And the ability to be himself, while looking like himself, with the continued help from his parents to try figuring out a more long-term solution for school, so he didn’t always have to be in ghost form to feel right—so he could be Fenton or Phantom whenever he wanted. 

It was amazing. 

It was more than he’d hoped for.

So, of course, it wasn’t meant to last.

Over time, their biases—their hatred and flawed science—would sink its hooks in again and reel them back, as if all of the hard fought progress they had made in an effort to better understand him had never happened. 

And over time, the only difference in their words became that he was “one of the good ones”.

It was meant to be a compliment. It didn’t feel like it.

His name was Danny (not Dan) Fenton, he was 16 years old, and he decided his parents would never change.

---

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Danny asked again. “Like, at all?”

Tucker shrugged. “They’re your parents,” he said simply.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sam groaned. “Have you met your parents? They were over the top protective of you way before you told them the truth.”

“And when we were little too,” Tucker said. Sam raised an eyebrow and he nodded. “Oh yeah, I’d even say they were worse when we were in elementary school.”

Danny grimaced. “Okay, yes, alright. You might have a point there, but!” He leaned forward, dropped his voice to a whisper, and said, “You don’t think it’s weird?” 

Sam rolled her eyes. “Danny, of course we think your parents are fucking weird. It’s just that it’s not a concerning kind of weird.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Danny threw his hands in the air. “I’ve watched enough sitcoms about doctors to know something’s up here!”

Sam and Tucker laughed at him.

“Seriously!”

The next thing he knew he was waking up on the familiar cold metal table he usually had his checkups on. 

He shifted slightly and groaned, a throbbing pain piercing through his head. His eyes fluttered up, squinting against the harsh overhead light with a hiss. He turned his head to the side, staring at the lab fridge… or rather, the inside of it, littered with dozens of vials of blood he never remembered giving. His parents gave frequent checkups, sure, but they weren’t that frequent, he didn’t always have a blood test, and they hadn’t started checkups at any time before this year. It didn’t make any sense.

A wall of orange slid into view and he mumbled, “Dad?” He thought he heard his dad mention he was waking up to someone and then a flash of blue passed by. “Mom?”

“Hey there, Danno,” his dad said softly, cupping his cheek. “You gave us quite a scare today.”

He made a questioning noise and his mom’s voice drifted up from somewhere at his feet. “There was an explosion at the park and you were directly at the centre of it.”

The park? Wasn’t he going there with—

A spike of fear ran through him. “Sam? Tucker?”

“They’re fine,” she said, popping up with something in her hands that he couldn’t quite make out. “Ran away as soon as they saw the danger coming. Unlike someone.” The reproach in her tone made him want to shrink into himself. He could hardly move without the pain in his head returning at full force, but there was an attempt.

Though, something about what she said didn’t sound right. He couldn’t imagine his friends leaving him to fight alone unless they left to get backup or better equipment, both of which would only be necessary for ghosts on par or stronger than Plasmius. “They’re really okay?” he asked, a bit of skepticism in his voice.

His dad laughed and patted his cheek before withdrawing. “‘Course they are, son, we made sure of it. Even offered them a ride home after we knew you’d be okay—though they were both really loud and insistent on not wanting to bother us, no matter how much your mother and I assured them it’d be no trouble.” 

Danny sighed, relieved. So they must have come over while he was out cold. His parents wouldn’t just let them leave injured and his friends wouldn’t hide who attacked Danny from them without sticking around to tell him after he woke up. He must’ve done something stupid like forget his intangibility and take one of Skulker’s missiles to the face or something.

“Thanks a bunch, but do you have anything to help with my headache? My head’s killing—” Danny tried to push himself up, throwing caution to the wind in favour of grabbing some snacks and heading up to pass out on his bed, but he was met with resistance.

When he looked down, noting a similar resistance at his neck, he saw—saw cuffs around his wrists, ankles, and chest. Anti-ghost cuffs. “Why—?” He wanted to ask—he wanted to, he did, but he felt an answer creeping up in the back of his head, and the question died on his tongue.

“Oh! Of course, sweetie.” Maddie scrambled back to the counter next to the open fridge, shutting the door with her foot while searching through the drawers for something. She returned with something small and filled with a bubbling purple liquid. When she twisted the cap off of it, it was odourless, but something about it—something about this made him want to get far far away from it. 

She brought it closer. “Here you go. It should get rid of your headache lickety split!”

Another spike of fear went through him and Danny thought back to Tucker’s words.

“Okay, how about this,” Tucker had said. “Whenever I have to go to the hospital, or even just to our family doctor’s office, my parents and I have a rule.”

“Aww Mads,”—his dad held up Danny’s head, his neck pressing up against what he assumed was another restraint—“no one says lickety split anymore! It’s ‘quick as a quill’ now!”

“Oh really? And where did you hear that from?” She put the bottle to Danny’s lips.

“If things get too much, I’ll just straight up say it if I can.”

“Wait—” Danny tried, but choked on the restraint the moment he spoke.

“From Vladdy!” his dad said happily. “He told me all about it the other day when I visited him!” 

“Stop—!” Danny pleaded, louder. 

His mom started to tilt the bottle up.

“And if I can’t, I tap out a simple pattern on one of their hands, or I find some other way to tell them, and they let me take a break or reschedule for another day if we can.”

He tried to jerk his head to the side, tried to purse his lips, but his dad held him still with a sharp, “Now son, it might not taste the best, but we know what we’re doing here.”

He made a noise of disagreement, squirming on the table and pulling harshly at the restraints on his wrists. 

Maybe they’d had enough of his struggling or maybe they were starting to get concerned for him. Regardless, in the next moment his dad used his free hand to squeeze the sides of his face hard enough until Danny was forced to open his mouth. His mom put the bottle to his lips and he was left with no choice but to drink it or drown.

It was the work of a few agonizingly slow and fear-ridden moments for the bottle of vaguely grape flavoured liquid to be emptied. 

“We’re only trying to make you better, hun.” His mom turned off the overhead light. Kissed his forehead. Left.

“We’ll let you rest, kiddo.” His dad flicked a switch on the side of the table. Patted his shoulder. Left.

Danny laid there on the table. 

Restraints open. 

Free to move. 

Uninjured.

“With your parents, I’m pretty sure the second it seems like you’re tapping out, they’ll bundle you up with enough blankets to suffocate you,” Sam had said with a smirk.

Danny curled up into a ball, turned invisible, and shook with silent tears.

---

It would be the work of a few weeks, maybe less, to convince his teachers that online schooling would work better for him. It would be even faster if Jazz vouched for him and his “preferred learning methods”.

He had ghost powers, too. He could just disappear into the night with no one the wiser. Grab a bag of things. Fly out the door. Find some place new to stay.

Jazz was graduating soon. He could always follow her wherever she went for college. Video call Sam and Tucker whenever he could. Figure things out from there.

It was a nice dream to have. 

His parents would never shut down the portal though. Would never quit in their attempts to harm and destroy ghosts in the name of science. Neither would they ever truly accept ghosts as anything except “malicious ectoplasmic scum”. No matter the evidence they found otherwise, no matter what their own son showed them—those were only ever exceptions to their self-prophesized rule.

Ghosts were evil. 

And that was final.

The frequent checkups at any minor sign of illness or injury. The amount of blood they took when he wasn’t paying attention. The most recent checkup after that explosion. It was all justified. They needed to do all that to find ways of neutralizing the ghost threat for good.

Paying attention to Danny’s lectures on ghosts. Asking permission for doing more than they said. Listening to Danny’s pleas. It all came second. 

Inconsequential, they said, in the scope of the larger picture.

It served as a bitter reminder that his parents would never love him more than they loved proving themselves right.

His name was Danny Fenton, he was 16 years old, and he decided his parents would never leave, and so, neither could he.

#danny phantom #phic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #nemo the writing ho

[dungeonsandblorbos]

my poor little meow meow Milo/the Bagman is my new blorbo oops

so, it's homebrew Curse of Strahd. we (me, Cerris, human tempest cleric, and him, Shalden, half-orc paladin) make it to Ottoma to acquire a wedding dress on behalf of the Abbot in Krezk (long awful but amusing story for another time), but the woman who makes literally all of the wedding dresses in this godforsaken country is currently out of town. so, being adventurers, in a city just brimming with serial killers and kidnappers—because Ottoma is brimming with serial killers and kidnappers—we decide to take one of them on. just to kill some time while we're waiting for the dressmaker, you know how it is

we've got no shortage of options to choose from: there's the barrack slasher, who dissects his victims as if to study them like a doctor might; the basher, who hits mostly refugee men and drunkards with blunt objects; the strangler, who strangles pretty young engaged women and men; shadow john, who just disappears people into the sewers wells; and the snatchers, an unknown number of what we're pretty sure are hags, who steal homeless and orphan children, presumably for the purpose of making their intoxicating pies

but in the end, our choice was made for us when we were attacked by shadow john, who turned out to be an old "friend" of ours—the Bagman. some of you other Curse of Strahd players may have run into this nasty motherfucker before yourselves, as he is an actual official DnD monster whom i Hate. course, our DM homebrewed him up some, but the basic premise is the same. he's 10ft tall, all skin and bones, with scragly overly long hair and gangly overly long limbs and, just, the worst teeth you've ever seen. he lives in the vast pocket dimension that all of the bags of holding in Barovia feed into, which means he can just reach his horribly long-fingered hand out of any bag of holding to grab you and pull you while you're just minding your own business. this is what happened to our third party member, who is still stuck in the bag of holding (more on their fate in another post, probably)

so.

it seems that the bag he enters Ottoma through is down in the city's well system, which means we get to go into the sewers wells in search of him (yes my DM was in fact inspired by Steven King's IT for this plotline). it's awful, it's wet, there's some horrible pint-sized leech monsters made of human flesh and a fuck you big spider down there, each of which almost kill us. there's also an old lab of Strahd's from when he was Victor Frankensteining it up in college. and the lair of a serial killer called Leather Sole Jack who used to kill and eat adventurers around Ottoma until the city's mayor caught him and threw him in jail. there's also, just, so much fucking money and cool loot, including a staff topped by a skull with two diamonds for eyes, perfect for casting Revivify with! and, finally, the Bagman's bag

so we rappel down into the bag using the silk Shalden picked up from the spider's corpse. it's dark, it's weird, there's shit everywhere, including some small wells that don't actually work. in one of the wells, we find a bucket with a little toy duck in it. on the bottom of the duck is the name MILO, scrawled in sloppy child's handwriting.

and then we find a campsite, with a little fire going, and some tents around it, and a catatonic peasant halfling couple, sitting there like posed dolls. beside them, there's more little toy ducks, with the same name label. somewhere down here, there is a child named Milo who loves his ducks

then the Bagman emerges from one of the tents and calls us his friends and asks us to stay. we go along with it at first, and he has us play pretend with him, and then we play hide and seek. Cerris gets found first, so he helps the Bagman find Shalden. to be specific, he spots Shalden right away bc his hiding spot is Not Very Good, and casually asks the Bagman what they're gonna do when they find him. the Bagman, in a voice raspy with disuse (our DM used a text-to-speech bot that's also used in the Mandella Catalogue for spooky effect), replies cutely, "Tickle." so of course Cerris immediately betrays Shalden's location because he's a good friend like that

the point is, over the course of our entertaining the Bagman, it becomes very obvious that actually, the Bagman might not be a man at all. he might be a child who was warped into this horrible monster by Strahd's cruel experiments, and has been trapped in this cursed body with his child's mind for what could be centuries

and then he realizes he never actually introduced himself to us. so he does.

his name is Milo.

i, as a player, adopt him on the spot. from that point onward, the Bagman was my blorbo, my poor little meow meow, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. you know, this guy:

yeah. he's my baby now.

soon after he becomes my blorbo, he tries to eat Shalden. and you know what, i forgive him for it. he's a child who got turned into a monster; he didn't know any better! his only caretakers for the past 100+ years have been Strahd (who ate his own brother) and Daddy Eldritch (who turns people into scarecrows and eats their teeth. yes literally), so it's not like he had any good role models or teachers

(that said, it is still very rude to try to eat someone, especially someone you called your friend)

so he tries to eat Shalden. Shalden sets all our tents on fire in self-defense. they're fighting. Cerris joins the fight. Shalden gets knocked unconscious, then Cerris's spirit guardians take out the Bagman. while Cerris is going over to treat Shalden, he sees something out of the corner of his eye:

the Bagman's body is changing. shrinking.

suddenly, it's not a monster's body lying there.

it's the body of a four year old halfling boy.

naturally, Cerris slapped Shalden with a quick Cure Wounds, then ran over to the Bagman's—Milo's—body with his Revivify staff, acting on instinct. over Shalden's very loud protests, Cerris proceeds to bring Milo back to life.

Milo looks up at Cerris, and asks in his little child voice, "why are you so big?" and when Cerris explains that he's himself again, he says softly, "the Bagman's gone?" so Cerris says yes, he's gone, and privately decides that actually this child is his now and he's going to protect him with his life

in conclusion, the Bagman is my sweet little baby boy and my PC has adopted him after killing him and subsequently Revivifying him. you will be hearing more about him in the future. that is all.

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd homebrew #ttrgp stories #dnd stories #cerris tempescu #npc adoption #new blorbo unlocked #poor little meow meow #meow meow milo #the bagman

[joheunsaram]

temper tantrums + cookies (myg)

Summary- Being a single dad is hard, especially when Yoongi’s daughter decides to throw a tantrum as he shops for groceries.

word count- 2.8k

pairing- dilf!Yoongi x Reader

rating- PG

genre- fluff, strangers2(maybe?)lovers, meetcute

warnings- YOONGI GROCERY SHOPPING, single fatherhood fears and insecurities

a.n- Omg my first fic on this new blog after the whole debacle. Thank you for everyone who followed me and bore with my clown self. I hope you enjoy this! Yes, I’m a simp for when Yoongi went grocery shopping in New Zealand. sigh.

A huge shoutout to @hobisbeautifulass​ for helping me plot this and @oftenderweapons​ for helping fix the ending! 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

perm taglist- @cheesecakes-randomshitz, @aroseforyoongi, @hobisbeautifulass​

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Yoongi groaned as he strained to open his eyes. He could barely stifle a yawn as he leaned on the stroller slowly moving it through the aisle. His phone rested atop of the little tray attached to the handles, buzzing incessantly as messages from his company bombarded the screen. Could he not have some rest even on a Sunday?

He sighed as he stopped in front of the cereals, examining the boxes, trying to decide between his craving for Froot Loops and the healthier choice of Muselli. Knowing that he would be eating said cereal for dinner this whole week, he opted for Museli, missing the days he had enough time to cook a proper meal for himself.

“Daddy! Up!” Hyunji’s lisp pulled him out of his reminiscing as he watched his two year old daughter wriggling around in her seat, arms up to coax him into carrying her. Rubbing his eyes and trying to balance his grocery basket, Yoongi crouched to her level as she impatiently smacked her hands on the foam bar in front of her. He couldn’t help but smile at her - her tiny eyes almost hidden by her rosy chubby cheeks, hair a mess as she had managed to pull one of her pigtails out. 

“We’ll be home soon, Ji,” he cooed at the chaotic love of his life, placing his basket on the floor to fix her shoe that had seemed to come undone for the eighth time this morning. However, his placades were lost on her as his daughter used her future swimmer lungs to scream, her shrill voice making him wince, but surprisingly working much better than the two iced coffees he had chugged earlier.

With a groan, Yoongi settled on the floor, trying to dodge her little feet that were kicking at him. He really couldn’t wait till she outgrew her temper tantrums. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out a small pack of tissues, trying his best to get rid of the snot and tears that flowed down her face as she angrily fought him, her tiny fists colliding with his forearms.

“Ji, please. Calm down,” Yoongi sighed, trying his best to pacify his screaming daughter, while throwing apologetic glances at the shoppers passing by. “Okay, you want to be like that? Then let it out of your system. Go ahead.”

Resigning himself to his fate, Yoongi sat cross-legged in front of her stroller and rubbed his eyes. He knew Hyunji would calm down soon enough, and with the week he had he didn’t care if passerbys thought he was a terrible father for letting his daughter cry her eyes out in the breakfast aisle. In fact, he didn’t care that he himself was close to tears. He felt overwhelmed and bitter, the words of his mother ringing in his ears. “If only you had worked out your issues, she would be here, and you wouldn’t be alone!”

He laughed deliriously, the weeks of shitty sleep catching up to him as he pleaded with his daughter to calm down, bribing her with candy he never bought her to no avail. “Please baby, just half an hour and then we’ll be home,” Yoongi negotiated, his eyes glassy as Hyunji shrieked in response, causing him to startle and bang his shin against the wheel. He hissed in pain, grimacing with his head against the foam rod as she pulled at his dark hair. He loved his daughter, truly from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn’t wait till she started preschool next week and he could get some reprieve. 

“Do you mind if I try?”

Yoongi followed the voice to see you crouching next to him. Dressed in a printed dress with little dinosaurs all over it, and a pair of red glasses that matched your shoes, you didn’t seem like you worked at the store, but Yoongi couldn’t care less. He didn’t know if his exhaustion was blurring his mind, but you seemed like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t stop staring at you, from the slope of your nose, to your hair that fell into your eyes. Had Yoongi really been that deprived of adult human contact that just looking at you made his heart pound in his chest and heat rise to his cheeks? Wow, your lips were really pretty. They looked so soft, crinkling a little on the side when you spoke. Oh shit, you were speaking!

Yoongi was broken out of his thoughts by your voice. “What’s her name,” you asked, tentatively reaching out towards the angry toddler.

“Hyunji.” 

Yoongi felt as if he was in a daze, he couldn’t stop staring at you as you reached out to lightly touch Hyunji, your fingers grabbing her little hand in something akin to a handshake. He watched in awe as Hyunji immediately stopped her screams to look at you curiously, her head tilted to the side as she sniffled. Yoongi would be upset that his daughter seemed to be more calm with a stranger than him if it weren’t for how the soft smile on your face made him lose his train of thought. It made your cheeks puff up a little and he felt his heart skip a beat at the small movement.

“Hey Hyunji! I’m Y/N. How are you today,” you said, as Hyunji finally responded with what Yoongi had spent the whole year teaching her, moving her hand away and looking wary. Yoongi felt pride surge through him knowing that his daughter wasn’t going to let a stranger act all buddy-buddy with her. However, Hyunji’s rejection made a small frown appear on your lips, and Yoongi mentally willed his daughter to be nice to you. 

You weren’t deterred however, and with another smile, you reached into your bag draped across your torso to retrieve a small stuffed toy shaped like a chocolate cookie type character. Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the strap of your bag as it rested between your chest, perfectly aligned with the slight cleavage afforded by the dress. He gulped, trying to shake the flurry of thoughts that ran through his mind like how his face would feel if it was the strap. 

“No handshake? Okay. How about a toy,” you asked, grinning and shaking the character in front of the toddler, your smile getting wider as she responded immediately reaching for the toy. So much for stranger danger training. Your voice turned high pitched and cartoonish as you pretended to be the toy, Hyunji immediately lighting up and laughing, the switch an instant 180. “Hi Hyunji, I’m Shooky! Nice to meet you!”

“Shooky!” she exclaimed, waving the toy towards Yoongi to show it to him gleefully. Yoongi smiled, cooing at his daughter. Turning towards you, he found you smiling at him, the same soft smile that made him senseless earlier. He wanted to thank you for saving him, for calming down his whirlwind of a daughter, but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Is that a cookie? She’s not allowed to have cookies.”

“It’s a toy…” You seemed confused, rightly so, your eyebrows scrunched together as you blinked slowly, trying to decipher his meaning. Yoongi should’ve clarified, apologized, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t double down.

“Shaped like a cookie. That’s a slippery slope.” He waved towards his daughter who seemed to be bashing the poor character against her leg, giggling. He realized his type of humour was not everyone’s cup of tea and so when he watched your lips down turn, he started to apologize only to be stopped by you smirking at him.

“So you’re saying a toy shaped like a cookie is a gateway drug to junk food,” you said, an eyebrow raised at him. Your wit made him cackle, an unattractive, loud scream of a laugh that immediately turned him red in embarrassment. God, he was such a loser! He cleared his throat conscious of the way you chuckled in amusement. He really needed to get out of the house more often.

“I’m sorry. I’m tired. Thank you, really. I had resigned to sitting here for a couple of hours.” He smiled up at you as you stood up and watched Hyunjin in endearment, who was now thoroughly engrossed in ‘Shooky’. Following your lead, Yoongi made to stand up, only to realize one of his feet had decided to fall asleep on him causing him to stumble back with a groan.

“Need a hand?” You raised a hand towards him, one that he took graciously, if only to feel how soft your hands were, and they were so soft. He groaned a little as he stood, taking extra care not to pull you to the ground with him, regardless of how much he wanted to. Jesus, Yoongi. Relax, dude.

“Thanks. I swear I’m not as old as I seem,” he deadpanned as you giggled a little at his bones cracking loudly.

“I didn’t think you were old.” You shrugged in response as he thought of ways to keep the conversation going. However, his mind was blank. You looked at him expectantly, and in true awkward fashion, Yoongi averted your gaze, instead looking at his daughter. His jaw dropped at the sight before him as he squinted at his offspring who seemed to be dozing happily in the stroller, clutching the cookie under her chin.

“She’s asleep… How did you do that?” He was dumbfounded. There was a reason Yoongi still seemed like he was sleep walking even two coffees down. Hyunjin had been having trouble falling asleep for weeks, waking him up at all hours of the night. The doctor said something about her delayed teething, but at this point Yoongi was convinced she just hated him for never letting her have sugar. 

“No biggie. I work in childcare. I’ve been trained.” He looked at you in awe and you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder in an attempt to break him out of his daze. Could he fall in love at first sight? He was beginning to think, yes.

“Yes biggie! She never falls asleep,” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “What kind of witchcraft…” He looked from you to his daughter, still in disbelief as he muttered, earning a hearty laugh from you in response.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, smiling as you closed your bag and fixed the strap, and he had to physically restrain his eyes from zeroing in on your chest again. He wasn’t going to lie, his eye balls felt strained at the effort.

“Yoongi. But seriously, thank you. I promise I’m not a bad father,” he provided, the shock now wearing off into anxiety as he thought about how much of a crap father he seemed to be so amazed at seeing his daughter fall asleep. You shook your head at him, a small sound of disapproval leaving your lips.

“I think you’re a great father, Yoongi. Don’t worry, toddlers are hard.” The praise made his heart stutter as blood rushed to his ears. The way you softly affirmed him made him feel seen. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that, and to be honest, he felt a little emotional.

“I… thank you. I’d like to say you’re wrong but yeah, especially alone,” he spoke quietly. He didn’t know why he specified he was single. Maybe to see if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He didn’t think it was possible. Who would want to be with a single father who couldn’t even handle his own child in a public space? He felt his insecurities gnaw at him as he descended further into his head. His sudden silence may have alarmed you because before he could say anything, you touched his shoulder gingerly, the feel of your fingers scorching him through the thick layers of his sweater.

“Well you’re doing great. Professional opinion.” You smiled and Yoongi wanted to cry. Why were you so nice? He missed nice. He hadn’t had nice in a long time. He wanted to say something, ask you for your number, but that seemed too forward so he settled for gratitude, as you picked up his basket and handed it to him.

“Thank you…”

“Cute,” you giggled quietly. “It was nice meeting you Yoongi.” 

Much to his disappointment, you started walking away. He really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Hope always led to dismay.

“You too, Y/N. Really great.” He sighed, almost wistfully, resigned to the fact that he would probably never see you again as you waved and turned around.

“Say bye to Hyunji for me.”

“I will.”

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He looked at his daughter with pride as she stood in front of him, her dark hair in two slightly lopsided braids, that had taken Yoongi an hour to master through youtube tutorials. He couldn’t help but feel a little choked up as she excitedly pulled on his arm all but running towards her classroom, her frilly pink dress swishing with each step. He couldn’t believe she was old enough for school already - preschool, but still. 

Yoongi tried to stop his brain from conjuring up pictures of her future; her graduating, her walking down the aisle. No, screw sleep, he didn’t need it. This was too fast. He held her hand tightly, reluctant to let her go as they reached the door. 

What was he supposed to do now that she was going to be gone all day? He could almost feel himself tear up at the thought of how much he was going to miss her, and she was still holding her hand. Maybe he could ask the teacher if he could just sit and watch. Sure he had to be at his home office to start work in thirty minutes, but he could just say he suddenly fell ill.

However, all thoughts as well as his breath left him as his eyes fell on a familiar figure - the beautiful, kind woman from the grocery store. You. 

This time around you were dressed in a dress that had little planets on it, looking a lot like Ms Frizzle with your hair in a top knot. Yoongi didn’t know whether to be ecstatic that universe had given him another opportunity to talk to you or be depressed because he knew he would never be with.

“Yoongi!” The joy and surprise in your voice made his face crinkle in a goofy smile that he had absolutely no control over, as he fiddled with his fingers, Hyunjin quickly abandoning him at the first sign of new friends. She definitely did not inherit her stellar social skills from him, as he stood there unable to form a response other than a shy utterance of your name.

“I was hoping to run into you again,” you said, beaming blindly and Yoongi blushed.

With his heartbeat accelerating, he realised that those eight words were probably the best he had ever heard.

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[cheyningdiamond]

The Cuddle Monster

Another fluff fic because my brain never lets me rest,,,,

It was about noon in Nevada. Hank groaned quietly as he lightly gripped his head. It ached from lack of sleep due to him being so busy. Figuring out missions, working on weapons, etc.

He sat in a dark room, at a table with a laptop in front of him. The screen's light burned his aching eyes under his goggles and made him just want to close them.

He rested his head, mumbling.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he heard a loud "HANK!" behind him.

"Fuck-!" He turned and saw the short and chubby clown stare at him. He wore his casual strawberry pajamas. Well, to him it was casual. To Hank it was silly.

He sighed and took his goggles off, rubbing his aching eyes. "What is it, T? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"BUSY? YEAH BUSY SLEEPING, MAYBE!"

"What? No, I was just-" Hank shook his head, denying the claim. "I was just... taking a break. I'm not sleepy."

Tricky grabbed Hank by the sides of his face and pulled it closer to his.

"Ack- T-!" He grabbed the clown's wrists as Tricky examined his eyes. They definitely had bags under them and he certainly looked like he hasn't gotten a wink of sleep lately.

The Zed clown shook his head. "THIS WON'T DO. HANK SLEEP!"

"Hank doesn't need sleep. Get off me already!" Hank managed to pry his hands off of his face, glaring at the zombie.

"HAAAANK. CLOWN CAN DO THIS EASY WAY OR HARD WAY. YOUR CHOICE!"

Hank smirked, thinking this as a harmless threat. He turned around and went back to typing, before muttering the words: "Ok, strawberry shortstack." to Tricky.

Soon after he said those words, his chair was swooped right under his ass, making him fall down on his back.

Hank groaned and went to snap off at Tricky, but was met with a giant flaming skeletal-faced creature staring down at him. And boy was he pissed.

Hank weakly clawed at the floor as his pantleg was in the mouth of the giant beast, dragging him away from the laptop, which went into sleepmode from not being touched in so long.

"Tricky- get off!"

"NO! HANK SLEEP WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT!"

Hank kicked his leg, trying to kick at his face. Unfortunately his kicks were weak to Tricky due to the fact that he was so exhausted. That and kicking a giant skeleton in the face wasn't gonna do jack.

Tricky dragged him into the living room of the building and laid down. Hank desperately tried to get away but Tricky grabbed him and dragged him back, wrapping his big arms around him and resting his head on his back. The fires were only a little warm and felt as if Hank was laying against multiple soft feathers.

Hank grunted and groaned as he squirmed into the large cat-like demon's hold.

"HEHEHE, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE... THE CUDDLE MONSTER..."

"Cuddle monster? God, you're such a-" he grunted again. "Ffffucking dork...!"

"AND HANK IS STUBBORN... SLEEP IS GOOD!"

"S-Says the asshole I have to fight tooth and nail almost every night to just SIT STILL in bed..."

"...WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT." he giggled, nuzzling into his back. Hank slowly had a smile curve on his lips as he kept trying to shove him away. What a fucking hypocrite!

Sanford and Deimos walked in to the living room, talking to each other and laughing. They stopped their laughter once they saw Hank being snuggled by the large beast.

"Woah- what's going on here?" Sanford asked.

"Heeelp..." Hank groaned, feeling his eyelids getting heavier.

Deimos giggled softly. "Aww, Tricky got sick of you working all the time?" He teased.

"Just... get over here 'n help..."

The two boyfriends looked at each other, then smiled and walked over.

Hank, thinking they'd pull him out of this predicament, grinned and held his arms out for them to grab...

...only for them to completely ignore and lay against the side of the beast.

"Oh wow, he feels so soft!"

"Heheh, I can get used to this."

Hank gave them both a death glare. "I'm gonna kick your asses later..." he mumbled.

Sanford and Deimos grinned and held onto each other as they laid against the large clown.

Hank growled lowly fought trying to stay awake. He wasn't giving up that easy.

2B walked into the living room and glanced at the giant holding poor Hank hostage and raised an eyebrow, smirking under his mask. He had a cup of coffee in his hands and took a sip as he watched this with amusement.

"Well now... never thought I'd see this."

"Get me out, Doc..." Hank reached his hand towards the doctor, whining pathetically.

"I could. But, knowing that clown I'll be dragged right into it's grasp. I have work to finish and unlike you, I sleep at a decent time." He turned and walked off. "Good night, Wimbleton."

"You fucking traitor!" Hank barked, only to get shushed by Sanford, who was holding onto his sleeping smoker boyfriend. "Don't wake up Deimos." He said sternly.

Hank sighed and grew more irritated. He felt Tricky nuzzle more into his back, making small giggles escape from the merc's mouth.

"Kn-Knock it off..." he mumbled, trying to stay angry.

"HANK WILL SUCCUMB TO THE SNOOZE EVENTUALLY."

"Over my resurrected ass..."

Tricky shrugged and just kept his hold on him. After about 20 minutes past, Jeb walked in and smirked. He held a book in his arms. "My my, the doctor wasn't kidding..."

"Jeb, I can't believe I'm saying this but you're my only hope. Please help..." Hank begged him.

"And how, pray tell, am I supposed to assist you in this matter?"

"I-I dunno, you know Tricky more than I do. Fuck it, smack him with that book if you have to..."

"You know I could never harm Hoffnar like that. Besides, he isn't doing anything wrong." Jeb got closer and smiled, gently scratching the side of Tricky's face.

There was a loud vibrating coming from the demon and Hank struggled. "AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAa wHaT's HaPpEnInG??"

Deimos giggled in his sleep, while Sanford was trying to keep both his head and Deimos' onto the soft side of the monster.

Jeb stopped and grinned. "How cute..."

"Uh huh real cute. Annoying little shit more like. Are you gonna help or not!?"

"I'll help, sure." He sat right next to Hank and started... reading aloud.

Fuck, it was one of those really boring books too...

Hank had unfortunately been defeated and ended up falling asleep soon after. Jeb looked over at the sleeping, metal-jawed mercenary and chuckled to himself. He stood up and looked up at Tricky, then at Sanford and Deimos, who were already asleep.

He thought a moment, before shrugging and floating up to Tricky's back, before laying down on it. Adjusting to make himself more comfortable, he soon after fell asleep as the soft feathery feeling was the last thing he felt before falling into slumber.

#my fics #madness combat #jebediah christoff #hank #Tricky #2bdamned #deimos #Sanford #when will the fluff end? #never /hj /lh #just had this idea for awhile now

[sageinacage]

u guessed it. ponk anon with a ponk prompt. i know No Variety. anyway mercenary squad tickle fight mayhaps? no pressure tho man <3 /gen

Little Grape summary: punz and purpled are pushing each others buttons, and ponk tries to take the role of a mediator. keyword: "tries." a/n: this is just like All tickles bc im too lazy to write a proper intro LOL but i hope u enjoy!! warnings: swearing, pinning down w/c: 1.1k DSMP, Platonic

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Yelling and a side of loud laughter filled the house. Ponk sighed, listening to what he assumed was Punz and Purpled fighting again. He closed his book and shook his head, unable to hold back a small chortle at his friends’ loud situation.

This was a normal occurrence, those two always pushed each other’s buttons, doing whatever it took to piss the other off. Brother-like behavior most would say. The doctor got up and headed to the living room to see what the ruckus was about this time.

He stood at the entrance of the doorway, chuckling softly to himself at the sight.

“Puhuhurp- stohahAHAP!” The blonde cackled, feeling mischievous fingers crawl up his side.

“Good suggestion! Don’t care, though!” Purpled sniggered, finding the soft spot of the man’s stomach. “I personally think you deserve this for being so annoying today. It’ll tire you out! You should be thanking me right now, honestly.”

“What did you do now, Punz?” Ponk crossed his arms, standing a good distance from the two. “N- NOHOTHING! I SWEHEAR!”

The man hummed, not believing that statement. “Purpled, what did he do?” He questioned, looking at the alien. “He wouldn’t stop calling me a little grape, it was getting so fuckin’ annoying!”

Ponk put his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. So this is what they were fighting about now?

“I don’t think that’s fair to kill him, Purpled! Words before actions, bud.” Ponk smiled, Purpled standing up to face him. Punz gave a sigh of relief, using the break to catch his breath on the floor.

“Well, he never listens! I’m not a little grape, I'm a man!” Purpled’s voice squeaked, Ponk slapping his hand over his mouth yet again to stifle a laugh. “What’s so funny, huh? Y’think I’m funny?” The alien put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow.

This boy is so incredibly sassy.

Small giggles consumed Ponk, covering his face as he couldn’t stop the flow of laughter pouring out of him. Purpled smirked, having a new plan.

“Yeah, Ponk?~ Where did all the enthusi-aHAHSM- PUHuhunz!” The boy’s antennae perked up, his body falling back into the other mercenary as he kneaded his digits into his lower ribs.

“Whaaat? Keep sassin’ him, see where that takes you, little grape.” Punz raised an eyebrow, prodding his big hands into Purpled’s waist, earning a high-pitched shriek. “Oh? What, you didn’t forget about me, did you?~”

“SHUHUT UP! Y- Yohohou suhuck!” The alien squealed, kicking his legs out. “Oh, Purpled! Where did all of your enthusiasm go, hmmm?” Ponk grinned, slowly approaching the boy with wiggly fingers.

“GEHET AWAY! PUHUNZ MAHAKE HIM STOHOHAHAP!” Purpled frantically tried to squirm out of the other blonde’s grip, not wanting to face the wrath of Ponk’s tickles. “Why should I? You were the one talking mad shit, I think you deserve it.” Punz shrugged, wiggling his fingers gently between the grooves of his ribs.

The moment Purpled squeezed his eyes shut, he felt another pair of fingers gently vibrate into his stomach. The hysterical shriek it produced made both ticklers stop for a moment and chuckle. “Bad spot, lil' plum?~” Ponk grinned at him, starting to slowly scribble his nails on the sides of Purpled’s belly, making the same frantic giggles start up again.

“Oh? Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?~ D’awwww…” Punz cooed, grazing his fingers along his ribs. Purpled noticed the grip they had on him loosened up, as both the older ones assumed the boy was ‘tickled out.’ That was definitely not the case.

“Aha!” The alien moved his hands behind him, latching it on to whatever he could reach; which happened to be Punz’s side. “SHIHIT! Nohot agahain!” Punz fell back, tripping as Purpled practically tackled the other mercenary to the ground.

“Need some help there, bud?” Ponk asked, only to get an instant nod. He smiled, getting on the ground next to Punz and reeling in his wrists to hold them above his head. The grip was firm, but definitely not firm enough to keep Punz completely stuck. It was still possible to escape, but Punz truly didn’t want to. He was having fun.

“Guhuhuys… y- you dohont haHAHAVE TOHOHO-! PUHUHURP!” The man screeched, cold and nimble fingers sneaking up his hoodie to relentlessly squeeze at his lower waist. “We really do, though! You deserve this after torturing me, asshole,” Purpled wheezed, going for a sweet spot right underneath his belly button.

The screamy laughter it produced was quite entertaining, the poor mercenary’s body going completely limp with the sudden overly-ticklish sensation wracking through it. Ponk, feeling bad for the predicament he put Punz in, decided to let go of his wrists and sit back to watch.

Punz’s hands immediately shot down, lunging at Purpled to wrestle him. “WAIT! Shohouldn’t we gehet Ponk?” Purpled giggled nervously, as Punz was currently straddling him. Punz smiled, giving the boy a nod. “Finally a smart choice from you!” He teased, earning a playful shove back.

Both blondes glared at the other, both of them clad with evil smiles and definitely not good intentions.

“Uh oh…”

“Uh oh is right, Ponkie!~” Punz lunged at the man and wrestled him to the floor, immediately finding his thighs and gently squeezing. “NOHOhohoho! Quihit ihit!” Ponk’s laughter was breathy but squeaky, if you could describe it in one word it would be ‘happy’.

“'Quit it'? Damn, what is with you guys and bad ideas?!” Purpled teased, sitting next to Ponk and gently digging his fingers into the doctor’s upper ribs. “Ooh, little grape! Go for his waist, trust me.” Punz smiled at Purpled annoyed groan at the nickname, but he complied as he cautiously danced a few fingers over Ponk’s waist.

“PUHUHUHURPLEHED!” Ponk screeched, Purpled giggling at his friend’s reaction. “I’m barely even touching you, dude! Holy shit, this is so good!” The alien laughed with Ponk, digging in a little bit more to earn another shriek.

“Ponk, in all seriousness- I love your laugh. It’s such a nice sound!~” Punz smiled, kneading his fingers into the muscles on his thighs. “SHUHUHUSH! ENOHOUGH YOU TWOHO!” Ponk’s laughter was filled with mostly squeaks, indicating that he was getting tired.

The two mercenaries let up, sitting by their friend. “So, this all started by me calling you a little grape?” Punz grinned at Purpled, the boy furrowing his eyebrows. “Maybe I should start calling you ‘little bitch’ and see how you like it!”

“Guhuys!” Ponk giggled, unsure if he was still giggling from the tickles or if he was giggling at his friends' antics.

“Punz started it!”

“Purpled…”

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #switch!purpled #switch!punz #switch!ponk #my writing

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Wallpaper - Reid x Reader

A/N: Hello Lovelies! I attempted some pure fluff this time to show my love to my bby, @spencer-reid-in-a-pool​ ! I wanted to shower her with love and this was the only way I could think how, so I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @imagining-in-the-margins​ for the adorable prompt! You’re amazing and ily! 

Also shout out to my amazing beta buddies, @sunlight-moonrise​ , @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ , and @definitelynotkatesblog​ !

Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: FLUFFY FLUFF

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 4.2k

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In the world of darkness that surrounds our lives, it’s important to find the light in the world. Luckily for me, our paperwork days meant being sat across from my best friend, Spencer Reid. The man whose smile lit the entire room, who could drop everything in an instant for someone he loves; who makes my days brighter at the simplest, “Hi.” The curly-haired genius spends his days surrounded by the worst humans in existence, using his brain to help the world before helping himself. With his IQ of 187, his mind works a million miles a minute, but sometimes he still needs help. That’s where my job comes in. 

I joined the BAU a year ago, and was instantly drawn to the resident genius. He was timid when I first met him, as if scared the world would break him with everything it decided to throw at the sweet man. Slowly, I captured the heart of our resident genius, who was now my best friend. Over the course of the years, he became my favorite person. On cases, I would make sure he took time to drink water and rest when possible, bringing him snacks when his brain was wrapped in his geological profile. I made it my mission to teach the genius to love himself as much as he loves others. 

Paperwork days were when I really got to see his bright smile and soft laughter. It became a running joke between us. Whenever Spencer would get up to grab us coffee from the kitchen, I would steal his phone to change the wallpaper to something silly. Every time he would check his phone for updates, he would see a new silly picture and grace me with a shining smile and chuckle. Even for these split moments in time, I knew I had distracted him from the morbid things littering our desks. His smile lit up the bullpen, leaving butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, my own smile gracing my lips. He would always shake his head before changing it back, already knowing he would find a new wallpaper later that day. Luckily for me, today was a long, dragging paperday which means I had plenty of time to meet my Spencer-Smile quota for the day. 

First thing this morning, I got my hands on his cell. Pre-coffee brain, the only thing I could think of was the most ridiculous picture of our own Derek Morgan. The image was one Penelope graced me with, a photo he attached when shamelessly flirting with her during our downtime. As quickly as I could, I set the lockscreen and gently placed the device back on his desk, almost in the right spot although I’m sure Spencer would notice it had been moved. I sit back in my chair, slowly starting to spin as I see Spencer make his way back to our desks, two mugs in hand as his glasses begin to slide down the bridge of his nose. I shoot up to wrap my hands around the steaming mug, the warmth like a warm hug. I pull the mug up to my face, smelling the delicious scent of coffee created perfectly to my specifications. Sometimes boy genius’ memory has its perks. Settling back at my desk, I sort through the mound of files for the day in anticipation. 

Looking up from my own cases, I look across to Spencer who has his face buried in a file, his finger trailing down the pages taking my mind into places it shouldn’t go. After an hour he still hasn’t seen his wallpaper, plastering a frown on my face. I pull out my own device, immediately texting a gif of Stitch saying hi to “Pretty Boy”, hearing his phone ding almost immediately. Looking across to Spencer, he almost spits out his coffee seeing the ever flirtatious Derek Morgan gracing his screen. The reaction sent me into a whirlwind of laughter, my head thrown back, almost cackling at the poor man. 

As I calm down, wiping the tears from under my eyes, I see Spencer looking at me with his signature smile, making my heart flutter. 

“That was a good one, Y/N. You really got me this time.” He chuckles, looking at this screen again before looking back at me. “Might have been your best one yet,” he says as he works to change it back. The poor technophobe had to learn because of me how to change his wallpaper since he realized I wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’s still a tad slow but watching him try to work through it makes my heart happy as I return to my own files. 

As I try to work through my own files, an IM from the tech queen herself pings my computer. 

P.Garcia: “Changed Boy Wonder’s wallpaper again? When are you going to tell him?! Your puppy eyes give you away, darling. You can’t lie to me.”

Y/N: “Darling Penelope, I would never lie to you. Alas, you continue shipping something that will never sail..” I reply to her, hoping she gets the gist.

Although Spencer lives in my thoughts rent free, that’s where he’ll stay. As much as I wanted him in my arms instead, it simply wasn’t going to happen. I close my messages before trying to actually get some work done. I’d rather not stay late yet again due to my tendency to be a bit scatterbrained. 

***

Coffee break number two rolls around and I already have the perfect picture planned. Reid scurries into the kitchen desperate for more coffee and I rush to his desk. Pulling out his phone, I send an image to it before saving it. It is one of my all time favorites. A movie night Spencer and I shared. I convinced him to let me pamper him under the reasoning of some well deserved self-care. Surprisingly, the man went along with my antics, although fighting me on this gem. The image is a sneaky one that Reid doesn’t even know exists. During our self-care night, I tried to take pictures of him looking as cute as ever, but he kept blocking me. Luckily, Spencer fell asleep before his mask came off leaving the perfect opportunity to snap the evidence. There is Spencer in all his glory, curled up on my couch in the light blue robe I saved for him that was covered in little clouds, a purple face-mask clinging to his cheeks, trying to avoid his eyebrows.To top it all off, he wore a bright pink headband to push his hair back decorated with bunny ears. The picture shows the soft side of our boy, a side I wished he would show more. 

Throwing his phone back on his pile of files, I sit back at my desk, nonchalantly sipping my now cold coffee. Seeing Reid shuffle back to his desk, I wait for him to pick up his phone with my mug resting against my mouth. Spencer readjusts his frames as he settles in his chair, looking me in the eyes before looking at his phone. Instead of his normal chuckle, a pout graces his plush lips. Although his lips are normally a favorite of mine to stare at, the pout twists my gut. 

“I thought you didn’t get any pictures of me that night,” he mumbles, giving me puppy eyes that could give mine a run for their money. 

Despite my pride in the picture, his tone makes me feel just a little guilty. “I’m sorry, Spence, I thought you were so cute when you were napping. I didn’t want to make you upset.” I pout, the butterflies disintegrating as the moments pass. Rummaging through my drawer, I find my sack of trail mix and toss it to the dark-eyed man. “Here, take my trail mix, I know it’s your favorite,” I offer, a small smile painted on my face. Spencer’s eyes land on me, lips turning up once more into the smile that never fails to take my breath away. 

“I appreciate it, but I can’t take it. I know it’s basically the only thing you eat on your lunch break.” His call out causes heat to rise into my face. 

I stay insistent though. “I want you to have it. I don’t like making you sad.” I shoot back, giving him my infamous puppy eyes. Even Aaron Hotchner falls for them, there is no way the doctor could resist. 

“Okay,” he starts, automatically having me rush across to his desk to give him the snack. “On one condition,” He finishes, making my face fall once more. Spencer never lets people just give him a present, he always does more for others. “Since you’re giving me your snack, you come with me to get a proper lunch since you need food and I could use the hour away from these files.” He smiles at me, already munching on the trail mix so I have no choice but to agree. 

“Deal. BUT, I want pancakes if we’re going,” I reason with him, plopping back in my chair. 

“IHOP it is.” He chuckles, the sound resonating in my brain as we both hurry through our respective files. 

***

At coffee break number three, Reid stands from his desk, scrunching his nose to fix his glasses as he reaches across to snatch my mug from my desk. Hiding my face in the file until he walks away, I turn to see him shaking his head, knowing I’m about to change his wallpaper yet again. 

Once I see him turn the corner, I stretch over to grab his phone he conveniently left square in the middle of his desk, giving the man yet another excuse to talk to her. Flipping through the camera roll, I hear a chuckle from the desk a few feet away. Looking over, I find the one and only, Derek Morgan shaking his head at me. 

“What’s so funny, Thunder? Sad the attention isn’t on you anymore?” I tease him while trying to find the perfect picture. 

“I just find the pining that goes on between two supposedly brilliant people entertaining.” He chuckles as my jaw drops, turning to him. “Come on, Princess. You don’t think we don’t all know you and Pretty Boy fancy each other, do you? It’s obvious to everyone except the boy himself.”

I shake my head. “He’d never see me that way, Morgan. This is just for shits and giggles.” I breathe out, settling on an image of our feet in front of the TV screen, mismatched socks adorning our feet while “Beauty and the Beast” plays in the background. He sports a neon pink sock along with a navy blue sock covered in planets, while my feet claimed one sock covered in different moon phases, the other covered in little alien creatures. Placing his phone on his desk, I settle back at my own, shooting Morgan a closing, “You’re just seeing things, Morgan.” before burying myself back in the file at hand. 

Moments later, my mug is sat directly in front of me before Reid sits at his own desk. Automatically picking up his phone to check, my tummy flutters at the smile he releases while staring at the screen for a moment before looking at me. Making eye contact, I notice a slight pink tint to his cheeks, before he looks back at the image.

“This might be my favorite one yet,” he murmurs, adjusting his glasses without looking away from the screen. I feel my cheeks heat up, getting warmer by the second, but I cannot tear my eyes from the man who holds my heart without even knowing it. 

***

“Hey Y/N. Ready for lunch?” Spencer asks, tearing my eyes from the IMs Garcia floods me with daily. 

“Ready when you are!” I reply, jumping at the opportunity to get away from the files scattered on my desk. You’d think serial killers would take a day off sometimes. Shuffling to my feet, I grab my keys from my desk and grab Spencer’s hand, dragging him to the elevator with me.

“Seems like it’s more ready when Y/N is.” He chuckles, straightening his glasses once he comes to a stop in front of the silver doors. As we step in, Garcia frantically waves at us, before sprinting into the bullpen as the doors close.

“Well, you’re in luck, Pretty Boy. You get me as your personal chauffeur to lunch.” I beam at him as he goes bug-eyed.

“Lucky? In your death trap, Y/N?” He chuckles, putting a flabbergasted look on my face.

“Hey!” I yell at him, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. “My car has lasted 15 long years I’ll have you know, and she runs as smooth as ever,” I shoot back, immediately leaving him behind when the doors open. “Maybe I’ll just go get pancakes without you then.” It’s playful when I lock all the car doors except for mine, and he knows it.

That doesn’t stop him from playing along. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry Y/N! Will you ever forgive my poor soul?” he jokes, holding both his hands over his heart as he begs for forgiveness. Unlocking the doors, I giggle at his antics before heading to the restaurant. 

***

“Y’all ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” The server returns to the table with our coffees, along with an apple juice for my inner child. 

“Yes ma’am. Can I get the plain pancakes with eggs, as well as a side of bacon and sausage?” Spencer asks while gathering both our menus for her. “Of course, sugar. What about you darlin’?” she turns to me as Spencer dumps almost the entire sugar container into his mug. 

“I’ll just have the chocolate chip pancake, please!” I smile at her as I steal what’s left of the sugar from the man across from me. 

“No problem, that’ll be right out for y’all.” She smiles at us before heading off to the kitchen. 

“Did you know chocolate chips were invented by Ruth Wakefield because she decided to chop up a chocolate bar and add it to her cookie batter?” Spencer looks to me as he starts with factoids. “And white chocolate isn’t even truly chocolate! White chocolate is made with a blend of sugar, cocoa butter, milk products, vanilla, and a fatty substance called lecithin. Not that it’s a surprise, considering it doesn’t even taste like chocolate. Probably because it doesn't contain chocolate solids.” he rambles as I stare at him with stars in my eyes. “However, dark chocolate is loaded with organic compounds that are biologically active and function as antioxidants. These include polyphenols, flavanols and catechins, among others. Dark chocolate also has a list of different benefits proven from consumption.” He finishes, taking a sip of his coffee as I continue staring at the man.

“What ever would I do without you, Boy Wonder?” I say, seeing Spencer’s face heat up at my remark as he hides behind his mug. 

“M-me?” He asks, as if he couldn’t believe it. He shakes his head in disbelief before I could respond, showering me with many more factoids while waiting for our food rather than accept my compliment.

“Alright, here’s your food darlin’. Let me know if there’s anything else I could do for y’all.” The server tells us, shooting us a smile before moving onto another table. Spencer takes his time cutting up his food, dousing his plate in more syrup than pancake. Meanwhile, I dig into my pancakes as if it’s the last thing I will ever eat. 

Halfway through my own pancakes, I look up to see Spencer looking directly at me with a look I couldn’t quite distinguish. 

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask him, almost seeming to pull him from a trance before responding. 

“Oh. Uh, you have chocolate on your face.” He tells me, seeing my face flush at the information. I grab my napkin and quickly wipe my lips making sure not to miss a spot. Little did I know, there wasn’t a single speck on my face. 

“Is it gone?” I ask him, hoping not to embarrass myself further. 

“Oh, yeah it’s gone.” he smiles, returning his focus onto his own plate. 

Going back to eating, I keep sneaking pieces of the bacon off Spencer’s plate, causing him to smile each time. 

“Hey Spence. I have a question for you.” I tell him, shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth. 

“And what would that be, Y/N?” He asks me, sipping his coffee. 

“Why is it every time we come here you order sausage and bacon, if you never touch the bacon?” I ask him, looking at him with a puzzled expression. 

“Would you like my honest answer?” He pushes back, as if I would want anything else from him. I nod with a mouth full of pancakes, earning a smile while he responds. “Because I know you’ll always steal the bacon from my plate but will never actually order it yourself.” He smiles at me, returning to his own food leaving me speechless and even more red.

Finishing up our plates, Spencer takes initiative to organize all of the empty dishes so our server has less work. Giggling at his antics, I pull out my phone to check the time, seeing we still have plenty of time before our break is over. 

“Are we getting milkshakes?” he asks me, sipping the last of his coffee before adding the mug to his carefully organized dish-pile. 

“Of course we’re getting milkshakes, what kind of question is that, Spencer?” I look at him, almost appalled he would assume we weren’t. “We each have a sweet tooth I’ve ever seen matched by anyone else, why would you ever assume I would say no to a milkshake?”

“I wasn’t sure if we had the time, I didn’t want to make us late.” He explains, shaking his head yet again at my child-like antics. 

When the server returns, we both order the largest mint-chip shakes they had before returning to our usual banter in waiting. Not long after, the server returned with a single shake. 

“I’m so sorry sugar, apparently we only had enough ingredients for one mint-chip. Can I get y’all something else?” The server asks us, feeling bad she couldn’t fulfill our order. 

“You take the mint-chip, Spence. I’ll order something else.” I push the shake toward him as he blocks it from getting to him. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m not worried about it.” He replies, fighting me over a milkshake. 

“Spence-” I begin to argue before he abruptly cuts me off. 

“Would you like to share the shake with me, Y/N?” he asks me, looking me directly in the eye. I froze for a moment, taken aback at the offer from the germaphobe in front of me.

“If that’s okay with you, Spence. Then, sure!” I respond, checking if it was okay with him. 

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t okay, Y/N.” He shoots back, chuckling at me before asking the server for two straws. The man in front of me steals more and more of my heart with every passing moment.

***

Going up the elevator to the BAU was a constant battle between us. Spencer secretly gave the server his card so I wouldn’t even have a chance to fight him on paying. 

“You gave me your trail mix, Y/N! That’s the whole reason I asked you to get lunch in the first place! Why would I let you pay when I extended the invitation?” He shoots at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Shooting him a look of discontent, we both sit back at our desks, feeling 2 pairs of eyes staring at us from a few desks over. 

“Don’t look now, but I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum are staring at us.” I lean over to whisper. Reid tries his best to look up at them, nonchalant as possible. Despite the boy being a genius, he is anything but sly, looking just in time to see Derek and Penelope snap their heads to whatever was on his desk. Giving them a smile, Reid picks up his own file to return to his own tasks for the day. However, the task only lasted so long before the genius needed yet another cup of coffee for the day. Heading off to the kitchen, I quickly grab the phone he left on his desk on his break, trying to plan the perfect image. 

Before I could get far, I was abruptly stopped in my tracks. Staring at the homescreen on his phone, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed this before. Had this been in front of my face the entire time? Staring at the screen, I see myself and Spencer from our weekly movie nights. I had all of our silly photos, yet I had never seen this one. I see myself, puffed out cheeks with my eyes crossed, pulling at my ears to make myself look like a monkey, but my eyes can only look at Spencer. He hadn’t made his silly face. Instead, the man before me is staring directly at me, the sweetest smile across his lips. His little nose scrunch in full effect, his beautiful hazel eyes creased in the corner from his smile. That smile that could melt my heart in two seconds flat. Staring at the screen for what felt like centuries, I refocus on my surroundings when I hear his soft voice behind me. 

“Wow, Y/N. Getting a little slow with the changes now, are we?” He laughs, before noticing the look on my face. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks at me confused more than ever. Not being able to form words, I raise my hand to show him the wallpaper, the perfect image of us. His eyes go wide, his mug almost slipping through his fingers.

“Y/N, I-” He starts. 

“Spence… Where did this picture come from?” I ask him, looking back at the screen before me. “I’ve never seen this one before,” I whisper, before Spencer puts his hands over mine, the mug now living on his desk. 

“I, uh. I took this one before making a face, I just couldn’t resist.” He whispers, pulling my chin up gently between his two fingers, looking me dead in the eye. “Y/N…” He starts, glancing down before gazing back at me with the same look I saw at the restaurant. “I couldn’t resist because I wanted to keep a physical copy of one of the happiest moments of my life. And I care about you... More than care about you! You make my days so much brighter when you’re around. You’re the only person to ever know me, the real me. And I..” he trails off, working his confidence up to finish his thought. “I love you, Y/N. And that picture was saved, locked away on my phone so I could be reminded how much you mean to me, and how much you care on some of my darkest days. I love you, Y/N. It’s the only thing I have locked away because it’s the moment I knew I was in love with you.” He finishes, breathing out as he waits for me to react. Stunned into silence, I stand there looking at the man, seeing his face turn to panic. “It’s okay if you do-” He starts, stunned when he is cut off by his plush lips being covered by my own. He slides his hand onto my cheek, holding my face as he returns the affection. 

Pulling away, I look him dead in the eye, I pull out of his embrace to my own desk, grabbing my phone. Returning to his side, I unlock my phone to show him my own hidden homescreen, a grin spreading on my cheeks from the flood of emotion. From our self-care night, it is quite possibly my favorite image of the man. He was in his robe, bunny headband and mask, but he was trying to block the images from being taken. His hand was raised in an attempt, but I could hear the laughter radiate from the image, the smile making my heart swoon at every glance. Looking between me and the image, Spencer’s jaw drops at my own revelation, before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. Burying my face in his neck, I murmur my own “I love you.” Before a whistle from the peanut gallery beside us breaks it up. 

Shooting a look to Penelope, I see she has the biggest smile plastered on her own face, her rosy cheeks probably stinging from the sheer joy painted on. Morgan sitting beside her lounges back in his own chair, shooting a wink our way. 

Returning to our respective seats, I can’t help but steal glances at the man beside me. When he catches me, I can’t help but giggle.

“Hey Spence. How long was I oblivious to your homescreen?” I ask him, curious as to how much of a dumbass I truly was. Seeing his cheeks flush pink, he turns to me with guilt in his eyes, 

“Y/N.. as much as I would love to take the credit, I don’t know where the wallpaper came from. I can barely change it back after you mess with it.” He confesses, a shy smile on his face. Laughing at his technophobe ways, it finally registers that he didn’t actually set the wallpaper. 

“Wait, then who changed it?” I ask him, before hearing stilettos and boots scurrying down the hall, laughter trailing behind them. Looking back at my boy, those eyes stole all my words away, and that smile… the smile I had seen so many times before but never knew the intention, the smile I fell in love with, I knew he would forever be my always.

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Together 4: Glass.

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CW: explicit language and content, torture, captivity, wounds, implied sex work, strangulation, choking, suicide (hanging), suicidal thoughts/explicit planning, mouth whump description (bleeding, asphyxiation, choking), breathing, attempted noncon, bruises, beating, conditioning, dehumanization, noncon touching, drugs, alcohol, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, whumpee as caretaker, letmeknowifimissedany

August once asked what they do to me. Mouthed it, like he couldn’t stop himself from forming the words, but didn’t bother voicing it out of horror or just because he knew I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t fucking know where to begin anyway.

Probably down on my knees.

At this point, our situation boggles my mind even more than when they trained me to be silent. That was logical when you psychoanalyzed it but shit got fucked sideways when August came into the picture. It’s just senseless now, an unending labyrinth of manipulation and control. Double the captives means double the fun. I was lucky to be alone for so long. There were two others before him but never like this. In the grand scheme of things, they’re all mere drops of water in the swimming pool of my time here. It was another woman first, although I never learned her name. She seemed like a Tiffany or a Heather and was really pretty, too but never trusted me. Wouldn’t even look at me, as if I wasn’t just as much of a prisoner as her.

Poor thing was in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw something she shouldn’t have. She didn’t last long at all. Unraveled faster than you can say, “Money’s on the table.” You’d think she’d have a little more grit. I mean you hear stories and can only imagine the shit they put up with in that industry, but it was like something out of an exorcist movie. Crying hysterically, throwing herself at the walls and doors, and trying to strangle the life out of me like I was sitting on a key. They came in and intervened but not before she’d purpled my neck so I could barely breathe. That was the only time they ever took the shock collar off. She spent the next bit catatonic and then one day when they brought me back, she was dangling by her own diamond-studded jeggings from a pipe on the ceiling, toes just a few inches from the ground. Damn slow way to die. They took out the pipe.

I’ve given it a hell of a lot of thought myself. She’d obviously been trying something similar with smacking herself into the concrete walls, but that will only get you a concussion that makes it feel like you’ve gone a few rings deeper into Hell. No, thank you. My choice would be the naked lightbulb on the wall, next to the door. If I shoved it far enough down my throat before it broke, I’m pretty sure I would asphyxiate before they could do anything. The key would be to bleed enough into my bronchial tube and inhale enough shards of glass to shred my lungs a bit. A little internal bleeding down my esophagus wouldn’t hinder the cause but certainly wouldn’t be fatal on its own, never mind the risk of just cutting my tongue and mouth to ribbons if it breaks too early. In that case, I’d be fucked. That’s why Wyatt leaves it there, uncovered, even though other lightbulbs down the hallway have metal cages screwed over them. Tempting me to risk it. He also knows that, now, I’d never leave August. I feel responsible and that’s why he holds my life in his hands. The torture will never stop and August is better off with me to take care of him in whatever way I can, even if it doesn’t even come close to reparation.

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The next guy was probably mid-thirties and built like a truck. I can’t begin to imagine what he did to wind up here. He didn’t take to captivity well either. Everything they’d put into him, he’d let out onto me. The first time, he was angling to get a sweeter kind of release than just wailing on me. I was pretzeled around one of the legs of my bed frame, while he punched and clawed at me, so hell-bent on not letting go, I was screaming my head off for help despite the collar. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that Wyatt doesn’t like anyone to touch me. That went over like a lead balloon. Playing off his proclivity like somehow I had any right to decide not to be raped. Wyatt would have stopped it anyway and I could have saved myself the next few days of my bunkmate beating the living shit out of me undisturbed as long as he left it at just that. As soon as Wyatt decided I’d learned my lesson, or was sick of seeing me limping and bruised, that guy was fish food.

The second bed was empty for a long time after that even though I’m sure there were others. Wyatt has a list a mile-long of people he’d like to get his hands on for one reason or another, but I never saw them. Wyatt would still bring me out to toy with me in his usual ways. The buffoons would bring me out when he wasn’t around for entertainment but they know better than to touch me more than cursory shoves to keep me cooperating and even then, more often with their phones or other inanimate objects, rather than their hands. To them, it was endlessly entertaining to get me high out of my mind and mess with me or make me play Emma Fortyhands until I puked all over myself. I should have known Wyatt wasn’t wasting any time during this plateau of suffering. From what August says, he was here for a handful of days, maybe even two weeks, before they made us roommates. Wyatt just talked to him, drilling him for hours. He had been screening him, looking for the perfect match before binding us together in torment.

They always take me first and bring me straight to Wyatt. He likes to talk to me about what he has planned for August, trying to get a rise out of me. Like I’d be dumb enough to think that any amount of disgust or fear on my part would make a lick of difference for August. If anything, Wyatt would double it just for my reaction. Next, Wyatt makes sure I’ll make it through what he has planned for me without passing out. The humane thing would be to give me a second meal or something but instead, he gives me whatever his henchmen have lying around. An unpredictable twist added to my slow destruction. I’m lucky if it’s an energy shot or some gross drink that tastes like fruit-flavored battery acid and leaves me shaking. More often, it’s “just a bump” of something that makes my heart race and the whole session so unbearable I’m screaming in my head at the top of my lungs until I come down.

One time, he gave me a tab of acid. His favorite kind of experiment, the ultimate demonstration of his success. To no one’s surprise, I’m conditioned enough that I still didn’t speak and followed every instruction. That was, no contest, my worst day on this fucked-sideways merry-go-round. I was tripping so hard. Too slow and too fast at the same time, no distinction between myself and everything around me. Wyatt’s barbaric plan turned into a barbaric fuck-up. A small part of me understood what I had done even before I came down and when I stumbled out, I was met by silence instead of the usual dumb peanut-gallery comments. They threw me into the shower after, like always, but left me there for hours since I was still tripping. I was hysterical by the time they let me out. By some miracle, or just Wyatt perversely delaying the end, he had actually called a real doctor.

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Today, Wyatt hands me a double shot of whiskey because it’s “cute” to watch me struggle when I’m tipsy. I knock it back in one swallow, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much that frightens me. He finishes getting me ready and then smacks me on the ass to get me moving. Once I’m in the room, he starts feeding me instructions even though I already know what he wants from me today. This way, he’s in control of my every action, like he’s thinking for me, while I just focus on getting air into my lungs, fighting through the alcohol hitting my bloodstream and burning in my empty stomach. I can throw it up in the shower later if I need to. I just need to survive this.

By the time I stumble out, I’m inevitably a mess. Crying, shaking, and covered in sweat, even on the days I get the raw, straight edge experience. One of the baboons walks me to the small concrete room, empty except the industrial-looking shower head in the ceiling above the drain. The controls are on the outside of the room which is how they make sure the water is ice cold and stays on for exactly five minutes. They take the collar off and I get a bar of soap before they lock me in. It used to be orange soap bars that made my skin feel dry even wet. After that, it was green with the same problem but a stronger smell that clung to me all the time, which wasn’t half bad. Lately, it’s a white, rounder bar, that’s distinctly feminine, and leaves my skin soft, which would be concerning if I wasn’t already too balls-deep in my worst nightmare to care.

I used to dance in and out of the freezing shower while I soaped up but now I stay under the whole time. It’s the only thing that makes any damn sense anymore, the one small touch of reality in this shit storm. I stand under the frigid water and then shake and shiver once it’s turned off until the cold becomes a buzz on my skin and in my veins. Depending on the day, I wait for seconds or hours until they toss me a small, scratchy towel and clean clothes. The waiting is part of it. Not because I’m covered in goosebumps, muscles cramping so that I have to curl in on myself for heat, but because of what I know is waiting for me next.

When they finally let me out and lock me into the collar, it’s all I can do not to run back to our basement hole as fast as my legs will carry me to make sure August hasn’t bled out or gone into shock while they kept me from him. It’s all I care about anymore, helping him survive, making him as comfortable as possible. Honestly, it is the least I can do. It’s my fault he’s here at all, kept to be part of a set. Not to mention the heinous torture. If I had known, I would have done my damndest to kill him before it ever even started.

And I would have inhaled that fucking lightbulb immediately after.

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Taglist: @deluxewhump

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[diaco1968]

Of Proud Fragile Hearts

Bakugou x reader

Angst, Blood is mentioned, Hanahaki disease

Under the cut cause it got too long :')

"What is your problem, Katsuki?"

You whisper yelled at Bakugou after everyone else had already left the conference room, closing the door and locking it as you turned to face the boy, leaning back in his chair, arms tightly crossed over his broad chest, scowling.

In the past few months that you two have been secretly hooking up, he had gone through not caring about your daily life, to trying to make you listen to his healthy tips, to fleeting episodes of jealousy and then some. Yet when you pointed it out to him he would deny it. Usually either by changing the subject and leading it to your usual ordeal of a hook up or if he was still feeling possesive by moving straight to pinning you down and shutting you up by some steamy make out session. Either way, the hook up is what would happen and then you'd both go away on your separate daily lives.

You had grown fund of him enough not to mind getting together with him if he was the one who'd step up first. Hell you would love to. He was hot, he knew how to spoil you, he remembered little things and despite his fiery temper he knew how to treat you properly like a woman. To sum it up, he was boyfriend material. Except he was emotionally unavailable. And you were fine with that. But recently as you started making friends with Kaminari, Bakugou also started acting up. You two acted like mere acquaintances in public and in the agency it was lonely. Then there was Kaminari, the Pikachu. He was easy to be around, easy to talk to and easy to listen to. So you befriended him. It was really nothing at all. You'd hang out with him when you couldn't hang out with Bakugou. Much to Bakugou's dismay, those times would be right in front of his eyes, earning you dirty looks and some sulking episodes every time.

And now only minutes ago during the briefing, he had been sitting across from you and Kaminari, and when Kaminari said anything he would mock and humiliate him. It was hard to even watch so you stood up for him and Bakugou shot you a nasty look before he stopped participating all together. Honestly you were glad he didn't start mocking you instead. But this behaviour towards the poor guy was unacceptable. He didn't even know why he was being targeted by Bakugou's wrath.

His eyes shot up to yours not believing what he was hearing. "What is my problem?! What the fuck is your problem!" He shot back, earning a 'Shhh!'  from you. "You had no business picking on Denki like that." You scolded and he sneered "Denki?" You rolled your eyes glaring at him as he went on "you had no business sitting with Denki the whole day long. You had no business snickering and chatting and flirting with him during the conference like that. You had no fucking business standing up to me for him!" He leaned forward in his chair, placing his arms on his knees.

"We were not flirting! Everyone knows about his crush on that recruit from the IT for fuck's sake. And Denki is my friend, Bakugou! Who are you? Should I have been sitting by you? Chatting you up?" You said harshly, sarcasm dripping off of your last few words. To his sheer surprise, he felt his chest tighten from the way you addressed him with his last name right after you called Kaminari by his first name. He knew you had a point. He knew he was the one setting things up the way they were, for his work always came first and in his path to success there was no place for a full time partner or dealing with the rumours of one even existing. He knew he had no right to complain about this now. Yet, he couldn't help the pang of jealousy that rose deep in his heart whenever he saw you hanging out with that dunceface so freely.

Your keen eyes seemed to have caught him slightly off guard and your own pent up hurt and rejection clawed at your logic before you could stop yourself and you went in for another low blow "even if I am flirting with anyone, it is none of your business unless it gets physical. That was the deal. Take it or leave it."

His jaw visibly clenched, nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply before snorting "so that's the problem. You already have some one else for back up to warm your bed just in case, huh?" there was no way to take it back now, and he was too angry to try. You watched him in silence, disbelief and hurt written all over your face. At first he felt triumphant for rendering you speechless with his snarky remark but seeing the hurt in your eyes and your pursed lips he regretted opening his mouth at all. He wished you would just yell at him, punch him even. But you did nothing as a few minutes of torturous silence passed on between the two of you, your eyes searching his face for a sign that the man you loved and cared for didn't actually come to know you as such a person he just described. You had thought you were at least friends. He opened his mouth when he saw your eyes started to glisten but before he could say anything, you exploded.

"You know what Bakugou! Fuck you! You and your whole bullshit!" You threw the first thing you could grab at him which happened to be an empty glass, that missed his head when he docked shattering on the wall behind him. "You're so emotionally unstable, you don't even know what the fuck you want yourself! Let alone get to know anyone else you arrogant piece of shit!"

His brief sadness from making you upset faded from his mind as rage took it's place filling him up to the brim and spilling out as he shot up in his place, his chair scraping on the floor and falling back. He slammed his hands on the table in front of him, saying words he had come to feel anxious even thinking about hearing "oh fuck it all to hell. You wanna know what I want, fuckwipe? You're a waste of time, I want this over and done with. We're through!" He headed for the door walking right past you.

His insult really dealt some heavy damage on your pride as angry tears filled up your eyes and you gathered all you had not to let them spill "fine with me Fuckboy! Go be a nuisance to someone else!"

He had his hand on the doorknob, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it with anger, he pulled it once and found it locked. Not bothering to unlock it, he exploded the whole thing open loudly, the door turning on it's hinges and slamming on the opposite wall, him stepping out and leaving amidst the dust barking at the peering colleagues who scattered away immediately "what?! Get back to work extras!"

You left the room after you made sure he was gone, hoping you could hold your emotional breakdown in the whole way home, having to raise your hand up to your mouth to suppress the multiple coughs as you inhaled the dust from the explosion.

He kicked his boots off, threw his jacket to the side and plopped down on the couch covering his face with his hands and releasing a heavy groan "ugh what the actual fuck did I say... stupid fucking dumbass..." his hands were cold and fingers shaky from the after effects of the rage leaving his body but he was too stubborn to let remorse invade his mind yet. Not fully at least. You were at fault too! "She shouldn't have provoked me like that! Annoying brat!" He spat as he lay down on the couch, but In the back of his mind, your hurt glistening eyes and shocked expresseion was creeping in the darker abyss of his brain, haunting him slowly. Then his mind wandered to the argument, your words resonating in his now mostly dark and empty mind.

'Who are you Bakugou?'

'Take it or leave it'

The way you said that so nonchalantly... did you not care at all if he left you?... after all you've been through? He wouldn't ever say it, but he had opened up to you more than anyone, you knew that. He knew you did.

'Fuckboy'

'Nuisance'

His throat constricted violently and he had to sit up and cough harshly to clear it. "Tsk fuck it. I don't give a shit." Rising from his seat he went to the fridge to get something to eat and grabbed his phone to call Eijiro to see what he was up to tonight.

~

"You've been sick for a while now, maybe you should see a doctor? It doesn't look like a simple cold..."

Bakugou waved his hand nonchalantly, dismissing Kirishima's concerns as he coughed into the palm of his other hand, shutting his eyes and trying to concentrate on controlling his breathing through his nose. Even though he feigned indifference he was worried himself too. It's been 2 weeks since the coughing started and it wasn't just coughing either. He would occasionally find himself out of breath and unable to get enough oxygen in his lungs without opening his mouth and taking in a sharp gulp of air. As if he was losing his lung capacity. '(Y/n) would know how to get rid of this...' he groaned in annoyance as he caught himself thinking about you again. You had made your choice. It was obvious. He even texted you to meet up, but you've been ignoring him ever since the argument half a month ago... felt like years...

His heart clenched, along with his jaw as he felt another epiode of coughs coming. He rose to his feet and headed for the bathroom "be back in a sec." He replied to Kirishima's questioning look with a hoarse voice. The noise cancelling bar bathroom was starting to become too familiar for his liking, as he had frequented it quite often in the past 2 weeks. Not alcoholic often, but the free time he usually spent with you was now spent working over time or with Eijiro at his favorite place...

He burst out into another coughing fit, gripping the sink as he bent over it. He could feel a hard lump move in his throat as he heaved his lungs out, finally managing to spit out what was stuck in his airways. And to his utmost horror he was not relieved at all by the sight and the sound.

What spilled out of his mouth and scattered inside the sink with soft 'thud' sound, was a fist full worth of what looked to be... seeds?!

His hand shot out and grabbed a few bringing them close to his eyes and squeeshing them between his fingers to make sure. "What the fuck...?!" He whispered mind wandering to each and everyone of his recent quarells with the villains trying to recall anyone at all with a floral quirk. Was this what caused the coughing?

It took him quite a while to get over the initial shock but when he was sure he wasn't coughing anymore he headed back to his table with Kirishima, plopping down tiredly in his seat. "You look pale bro, what's up? You weren't a light weight last time I checked." Eijiro teased, making him smirk tauntingly in reply "I can drink 5 times as much as it takes to knock you off your feet and still be barely tipsy, dumbass. Don't test me." They both laughed and Bakugou forgot about his problems for a little while, hoping spitting out those seeds was the end of it.

And it seemed to be. He hadn't coughed for a while now. At least not until the breaking news popped up over the screen right across from where he was sitting.

"The notorious spider villain escaped the law once again but hero (your hero name) managed to save all the victims, with the help of none other than hero Deku, who just landed a few hours ago for his vacation-..."

The words flashed in his mind and the voice of the reporter faded as he watched the screen showing the scene after the rescue, where you were talking to that bastard Deku, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck with a grin, like you used to do when Bakugou made you shy and you never had any idea how cute it made you look, and he was smiling down at you.

Violent coughs errupted out of his chest and he covered his mouth just in time to stop the content from spilling out as he shot up from his seat and made his way outside for some fresh air. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gasped for air lightly, leaning on his shoulder on the wall outside, opening his palm to see the same few seeds and a bunch of delicate red and white petals. He stared at his palm with wide eyes for a few more seconds before crumbling them in his fist as he felt someone's presence behind him. "I really really think you should see a doctor." Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder.

"I will. Right fucking now actually. This shit is so annoying."

~

"I said when I cough flowers come out- ugh! Hey! I know I sound crazy! Don't stare at me like that!" He let out a frustrated groan as he sat there on the bed for his check up, answering the confused doctor. "We have not encountered this before mr Bakugou, you don't sound crazy. I would have to check the database again for quirks with this kind of side effect. Meanwhile if you could... provide a sample would be really useful."

"Sure, I'll just cough my lungs out for buried seeds till you get back..." Bakugou clicked his tongue and gestured for the doctor to show it was okay to go do whatever he needed to do.

And again he sat there alone and annoyed, watching the rest of the hospital, from the little space he was provided by the door that the doctor forgot to close properly.

You always refused to close the door too...

He had forgotten how lonely a hospital felt before he had you to fuss over him as he sat there grumbling that he was fine.

He heaved a careful sigh zoning out so when he saw your face, he thought he had imagined it at first.

"Ms. (Y/h/n)! You did amazing today! The room you're looking for is just at the end of this corridor to the left. You actually did a good job finding it." The excited nurse chuckled and Bakugou snapped out of his daze hearing your muffled voice thanking her.

'Always so bad with directions...' he thought bitterly swallowing the lump that was raising in his throat in favour of getting up and following you quietly. He just wanted to know why you were in the hospital, is all. Just making sure your clumsy ass didn't hurt yourself.

He stopped outside the door you disappeared into on the other side of the corridor, blended in by the moving patients and busy staff, scoffing sarcastically as you didn't bother closing the door.

His little smile was soon gone however when he saw who you were visiting.

Sat there on the hospital bed was none other than Deku, who had his forearm wrapped in some light bandage. Probably from the rescue they showed on TV earlier. Where you were too. It was normal. You checking up on him after. Totally normal. He reminded himself. 'I could do that at home shitty nerd, no need for a hospital.'

Normal was not where it ended though and what happened next as you got up to leave had Bakugou wishing he had ripped his eyes off you and walked away the moment he had figured you were alright.

"Guess I'll be seeing you around then. Oh and Midoriya," you chuckled mischievously leaning close to whisper in the boy's ear. "I wish you luck with Ochako." Just as you expected, heat rose to his face and he flushed red to the tips of his ears as he started stuttering embarassed and his hand moved up to rub his bandaged arm "ouch!.. I mean!... thank you!"

You both jumped as you heard something metal clattering to the ground in the hallway and you peeked out to see what was going on. Much to your surprise and concern you saw a familiar spiky blonde hair a little further down the corridor. 'Katsuki?' You leaned out of the room more to see better. He looked like he had a terrible time trying to breathe, his shoulders shaking as he heaved cough after cough, bent down with his arms keeping himself up on his slightly bent knees. Your heart clenched at the sight. He looked in pain. The nurse Bakugou had supposedly crashed into, causing him to drop his metal platter to the ground put a hand on his back to try and calm him down. But Bakugou just swatted his hand away "...don't... touch..." he managed to rasp out with an unusually hoarse voice as he gained enough composure to push past the nurse and walk away, still coughing but much less violently.

"What was it?" Deku asked from inside the room.

"Nothing, just a nurse dropping a bunch of stuff..." you said quietly concealing the worry in your voice as you stared after Bakugou down the corridor even after he was already gone.

Blood. Blood and petals. And the occasional flower bloom falling out of his mouth as he coughed. He had been wiping blood off his mouth since he had gotten home from the hospital. The feeling of constantly having one of those petals sticking to the back of his trachea. It was disgusting. The sickening sweet scent filling his nose and mouth made him want to gag. They had suggested hospitalization when they couldn't find anything on his condition and he had refused. But now as the pain in his throat grew ever more intolerable, he was trying his last hope for an answer as he looked for the contact in his phone, playing with the little flower in between his fingers with his free hand absentmindedly.

'Amaryllis...'

He had looked up the shape of the flower as soon as he had seen it, washing the blood off the petals. None of this made any sense to him. How does one cough out flowers? How was this even real?

He dialed the number immediately when he saw the contact name.

"Aizawa sensei"

~

Despite your efforts to completely ignore Bakugou's existence after your 'break up', you've had Baugou back on your mind ever since a few days ago in the hospital and it wasn't in the best of ways either. His tense shaky shoulders, his harsh hoarse voice, his pained dry heaves. It all sounded and looked so serious but you had no idea what he was down with and it was killing you. You were constantly distracted and it was proving to be such a hassle. Oh how you wished you were not alone in this very moment. Alone in the middle of a crowded square full of civilians.

"What's wrong girly? Can't beat me now without that green lettuce, huh?"

Alone against this dude known as the spider villain. Who was back to take his revenge on the humiliation you and Deku gave him last encounter.

"Oh fuck off bug. Those are your last words before being sprayed back to the sewers?"

You growled getting in your fighting stance and ushering him to come at you.

Bakugou was walking down the street towards the hospital, crumbling the piece of paper with the surgeon's address and name in his fist, deep in his pocket thinking on his meeting with his former teacher a few days ago.

'Amaryllis?' Aizawa had said the moment he saw the bloom in Bakugou's hand, much to his surprise. He never took the old man as a flower person. 'I've only ever seen this once with my own eyes when I was a student myself... wouldn't believe it if I hadn't.' He had pulled out a bunch of old books handing half the stack to Bakugou, probably deliberately chosen ones as there was one on the meaning behind flowers in Bakugou's stack. As he sat down in front of the boy turning pages rapidly scanning the words, Bakugou reluctantly read the book.

'Amaryllis is the only genus in the subtribe Amaryllidinae. It is a small genus of flowering bulbs, with two species. It symbolizes pride.'

He stared at the lines, reading them over and over again with a blank face. Until Aizawa's voice broke him out of his trance.

'Hanahaki Disease is a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated...'

He paused making Bakugou wonder if it was for adding more dramatic effects as his eyes moved up to lock with Bakugou's

'...until the victim dies unless the feelings of genuine love are returned or the plants are surgically removed but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient’s feelings for and memories of the enamoured.'

It was obvious what Bakugou chose. There was no place in his life for such a hassle as love. It would just get in his way anyway. What a nuisance...

'Nuisance'

'Fuckboy'

His heart clenched making a surge of pain go throught his whole body remembering your words and your tone.

"Reciprocating feelings of genuine love my ass..."

He scoffed pushing his fists deeper in his pockets to keep his shoulders from shaking as a series of coughs ripped out of his throat, staining the black mask in front of his face, with blood.

He bumped shoulders with a guy in front of a TV store who looked distraught enough not to recognize Ground Zero as he apologised and turned back to the TVs on the display in the windows.

Feeling insulted, Bakugou turned to look at what this man was watching that got him so stupid to stand in his way. The moment his eyes met the screen he felt as if his heart stopped. Hands freezing cold and eyes going wide with terror as he watched the live report of none other than you being picked up and thrown a distance away aginst a wall by some villain.

Lying there in the rubble of the building you gasped to catch your breath that flew out of you when your back hit the wall. Before you could wholly come to your senses he was above you again, grabbing you by the neck and picking you back up. Your hands shot up to grab his arm to try and relieve the pressure around your neck, your feet dangling in the air as you tried to kick him off of you but he was smart, keeping you away from himself.

"Just as I thought. I should've found the broccoli. You are a waste of time."

Bakugou's face and a bunch of memories flooded your mind and your eyes stung with unshed tears, feeling it ironic to have to hear this again in what appeared to be the final moments of your life.

The corners of your vision were blurring out as you couldn't breathe in anymore air and you were sure you imagined his voice in your head.

"Get off you fucking bastard!"

The loud growl accompanied by the sound of a loud explosion and the hand around your neck disappearing, the pressure gone. You dropped to the floor on your hands and knees gasping in and looking up to see Bakugou launching himself at the guy who was framed in the opposite wall due to the initial explosion. His bare fist met the bug man's face with a sickening 'crack' and only then did you realise he wasn't even in his hero costume.

"Bakugou... I'm fine..."

You tried calling him but your voice was too strangled. He was delivering punch after curse after punch and the guy seemed to be knocked out long ago.

"Bakugou! Stop..."

You said louder as you got to your feet making your way towards him, hesitating momentarily before grabbing his shoulder and ripping him off of the bloodied beat up guy.

"KATSUKI!"

His whole heavy sweating panting body whirled around and crashed into your arms, making you trip backwards on your feet and fall on your butt still holding him.

Very unlikely for him to be so ungraceful and fall with you like that, he would usually catch you and scold you for being clumsy. Out of habit you braced yourself for his scolding but it never came.

He started wheezing and gasping in your arms, unable to breathe, whatever air he had left in his lungs being forced out by the violent coughs that wracked through his whole body, his hands moving up to grasp at his throat squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"F-fuck... h-hurts..." he wheezed out twisting in your lap as you watched him in terror.

"W-what's wrong? Holy shit! Katsu you're turning blue!"

You didn't know what took over you as your hands moved on their own accord, grabbing his jaw, forcing his mouth open and plunging your fingers down his throat. What you pulled out would haunt your nightmares for the rest of your life.

Bakugou started gasping in big gulps of air when you removed your hands from his face, but you couldn't see him anymore. You were staring at the thing that was previously clogging his airways. A whole, leaf, stem and flower petals between your fingers, dripping with fresh blood and saliva; mouth falling open and paling even more, if possible, at the sight.

Bakugou looked up once he could breathe again and couldn't help but whimper quietly at the thing you just pulled out of his own throat. The sound making your eyes snap back on him even more concerned than when he was choking. "What the fuck is this?!" You asked showing him the flower, as if either of you could ever forget about it, instinctively cupping his cheek and stroking it with your thumb. He looked surprised and you immediately realised your mistake pulling your hand away "sorry force of habit... but... answer me!"

Your touch was soothing to the ache in his damaged throat and he was so in pain already that he didn't care if he was going to sound pathetic or needy or clingy... or... sorry. He opened his mouth to tell you to put your hand back on him but instead of words he had to cough, fresh blood mixed with the sickly sweet scent of the flower spraying over both your clothes, making you panic again.

"I'll tell you later... just... give me a sec...please..." He whispered embarassed and grabbed your hand placing it back on his cheek, lowering himself down on his shaky arms and laying over your legs exhausted. His voice sounded so tired and broken that despite yourself, you chose to just let him have a moment for now without making him talk.

~

You stroked the back of his hand absent mindedly careful not to touch the busted knuckles, watching his sleeping face as he lay in the hospital bed. He looked terrible. Pale skin, bags under his eyes. You could swear he had also lost some weight. How long has he been coughing for? How much blood?His face twisted in pain and you jumped as he stirred with a cough, opening his eyes and staring at you blankly.

His eyes moved over your features in silence with a soft expression on his own face, watching your glistening bright eyes, wide with concern. The way your hair framed your face, your eye lashes making your eyes look even more beautiful, your lips pursed with worry. Then moving as you talked...? He was so concentrated he barely heard your voice.

"...- yeah?"

"Yeah..." he replied softly.

"Yeah?!"

His mind started to clear up more as he raised an eyebrow uncertainly "uh... no?"

You laughed at his weird behaviour and he smiled. He had missed it. Missed seeing it. Hearing you laugh.

"You weren't listening to me, were you?"

He offered an apologetic look "yeah...sorry."

You shook your head softly "nah it's fine, wasn't important."

He suddenly looked very serious "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said those things. I didn't mean any of them."

You stared at him blinking in confusion before realising what he meant. Bakugou was apologizing! You opened your mouth and closed it again, speechles. Clearing your throat you tried again.

"Yeah those really hurt..."

He could feel his heart drop as he looked at you wondering if it was actually over.

"I forgive you, stupid. Stop looking so pathetic." You rolled your eyes and grinned pinching his cheek.

"God I fucking love you so much... be mine again?"

You couldn't help blushing as you nod your head "you're such an asshole... but I can't help loving you either."

His eyes lit up, relief washing over him as he raised his hand cupping your cheek and bringing your head close, leaning in to kiss you.

"Wait! What was the deal with that flower-!"

"Shhh I'll tell you later...just..."

He looked down at your lips as he trailed off, licking his lips and pressing them against yours firmly.

And to this day, you still think he wanted to give you the flower and he chose the creepiest weirdest way to do it.

Nah just kidding.

He said he fell down and swallowed it by accident...

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #hanahaki #hanahaki bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #hanahaki disease #hanahaki Bakugou

[descendantofthesparrow]

Maybe a soulmate au of your choice with a gender-neutral reader? Whatever you pick is bound to be cool!

Combining two requests this anons and @sephiralorange! Soulmate au! Sharing wounds

*GRAPHIC CONTENT! TALK OF BLOOD AND BONE*

=

Since you were little, your parents had been worried for you, even with the utmost care and sheltering, you somehow ended up with bruises all over you, sometimes even huge lacerations on your back, as if someone had taken a blade and slashed it down.

They were relieved each time when you would move along as if they didn’t exist, no pain, no aches, nothing, that was how they knew they were your soulmates wounds.

So instead, they worried about your soulmate, taking the best care of you to help heal the wounds on his side, as the faster you heal, the faster they did.

Once you realized why your parents always looked at you with such pain in their eyes, you took it upon yourself to keep yourself out of danger. You knew if you ever got injured they wouldn’t feel it but you couldn’t bear it if they did.

At 10 years old you watched as blood poured from your wrist, dripping down onto your carpet and staining it. Your skin peeled apart, the white of your bone showing, you almost threw up.

What were they doing?! You grabbed your towels, pressing them to your painless wound, wishing for whoever was hurting them to stop.

Soon, it stopped; a slight slice in the corner of the gaping wound telling you someone had ripped the weapon away from whoever was hurting them.

You let out a shuddering sigh, grabbing the medical kit from beside you and beginning to disinfect and wrap your arm, making a mental note to thank your parents for having you take those medical care classes for the extreme soulmate.

Your mother had screamed in horror as she looked at your wrist when she came home from work. She picked you up out of bed and had rushed you to the hospital; the doctor who took you in was confused in how you weren’t screaming in pain before realizing it was a soulmate wound.

They fixed you up and sent you home with some antibiotics and sterilized bandages, requesting you to come in once a week to change bandages and to look over the wound.

Once you were old enough to know about the isle of the lost across the sea, you knew.

Your soulmate was on the isle, what was happening to you would have been stopped years ago in Auradon.

You hoped one day your soulmate would be safe one day, but the reappearing bruises and cuts scared you, and if they stopped, you feared for the other option in your mind.

=

When Ben's proclamation for the new generation of children born from the villains came around, you jumped at the chance to support it, advocating for the VKs to come to Auradon to live their lives in a safe environment.

Your parents, knowing that their child’s soulmate was an isle child, they eagerly funded the program, helping buy the extra food they needed, any medical expenses, or rooming during the season breaks.

You had never been prouder of them.

But still, none of the recent four vks matched your scars, specifically the one on your left wrist; it had taken a long time to heal, leaving a heavy scar deep in your wrist.

You sighed, looking around the locker area, Mal and Evie chatting with each other as they switched their books out, Carlos and Ben waiting for them by the rails.

Tomorrow there would finally be another round of VKs.

One of which was Mal’s “arch-enemy” Uma, the daughter of the sea witch Ursula.

Honestly, she sounded cool, enough to want to seek her out and attempt to be her friend, but with Mal’s stories (most of which you took with a grain of salt) she seemed to be unapproachable.

But you always made it a point to wait until you met someone and got to know them before believing someone else’s stories about them.

“Look there’s scarry~” a group of nasty, privileged teens walked by you, taunting at your visible scars and bruises. “It’s a wonder that their soulmates even still alive!”

“I think that even they’ll be disgusted by them!” they snickered with their friend, squealing as you turned around and “accidentally” smacked their shoulder.

You grinned, making them pale slightly “what’s wrong~?” you purred, sneakily flipping your switchblade in your freehand “scared of lil’ ol me~ ‘scarry~’?” you took a step towards them, making them squeal and run off.

You rolled your eyes and closed your switchblade, pocketing it before turning back to your locker, stashing your history books before grabbing your nursing elective books.

“you ready for tomorrow (y/n)?” Evie asked as she passed you, stopping to lean on the rails to wait for you.

“as ever” you cheered, closing your locker and turning to Evie, a thought came to your mind. “hey uh, do you think….that maybe….THEY are in the next round?”

“they who?” Evie asked, tilting her head. You lifted up your wrist, shaking it around a bit, Evie’s eyes widened “oh! Um…I don’t know, I don’t remember anyone on the isle with a wrist injury?”

You sighed, shaking your head, letting your arm drop to your leg. “alright then, more of the waiting game I suppose, see you guys later”

“see ya (y/n)!”

Mal waiting till you were out of earshot before turning to Evie with a smirk “Harry has a wrist injury”

“he does!” Evie gasped, rummaging through her memory “but I don’t-“

“oh, right you weren’t…….around” Mal winced, remembering Evie's banishment from the main isle “um, harry tried to cut off his hand when he was 10, ya know, to get his hook?”

“That’s awful!.....oh…..oh!” Evie gasped, clapping her hands “Harry is-!”

“-Harry is (y/n)s soulmate~ also, remember when we went to the beach? (y/n) had scars all over their back, they looked exactly like-“

“-a hook ran down their back. Oh my” Evie sighed, her shoulders dropping “poor (y/n), thank goodness she didn’t feel any pain from it, I think even I could hear Harry's screams from my mom’s castle.”

“They were horrific, even my mother ordered him to stop, according to her they were “annoying” Mal curled her lip in disgust in thinking of her mother’s lack of sympathy.

“Shoot we have to get to class!” Evie jumped at the bell, grabbing Mal’s hand and pulling her down the halls to class.

=

Harry had not grown up with bruises or scars other than his own, no cuts, no scrape of the knee, nothing.

It was the one thing his dad was proud of him for,

“Nothing to be distracted by my boy! no true love to ruin your plans!”

But….one day, when Harry woke up with a large bruise on his jaw that wasn’t there when he went to sleep, and couldn’t recall getting hit in the jaw, nor did it hurt when he poked it,

He realized he had a soulmate.

All his wounds healed faster than they should’ve as well, his wrist healing within the month, the scars on his back never becoming infected.

His soulmate was looking out for him, taking care of “his” wounds on their side to help him.

He realized he loved his soulmate before he’d even met them.

They had to be from Auradon, no kid on the isle would be able to care for themselves this way.

So the day he got the letter to go to Auradon, he couldn’t wait until the limo came to pick him up.

Maybe he would finally meet them!

As he stepped out of the limo, his breath escaped him.

There, waiting by the doors, was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. They looked to have soft (s/c) skin, (hair type/hair color) hair that reached their (where ever ur hair ends), very faint scars littered across them, Harry’s eyes drifted down, gasping as he spotted a bandage around their left wrist.

He looked from his own bandaged wrist to theirs, now he didn’t know if he was jumping to conclusions, but the feeling he got from just looking at them told him that he was looking at his soulmate for the first time.

he felt Gil shove his shoulder a bit, moving him forward a bit, he took his eyes off his soulmate and started to walk with his friends and following Ben and Mal around the dorms.

=

The new group had been settling in for a month now, you had tried to talk to Harry but he had been….shy? to say the least, he wouldn’t speak and couldn’t keep eye contact with you.

But whenever you walked away, you sneaked a look back at the tiro to see Harry hit his head against the table they were sitting at.

You snorted as you thought back to it, the pirate was quite handsome, what luck would it be if he was your soulmate huh?

He didn’t seem to be interested though, always off Standish and silent. What you didn’t know was that he ranted to Uma and Gil about you, constantly gushing about your eyes, saying they were brighter than the neverland stars.

Or about how your smile just made him feel things that he just couldn’t explain.

Uma and Gil were very close to just punching him in the jaw right in front of you to get him to stop rambling to them.

Your train of thought was interrupted as someone tapped the edge of your book, you looked up, smiling as you looked into Evie’s blueish brown eyes. “hi” you whispered, avoiding the chance of getting the library mad.

“hi~” she whisper-sang back, sitting down next to you and setting her bag on the library table. “whatcha studying?”

“history stuff” you hummed, flipping through another page “for the test tomorrow”

“ah, I for-“ Evie trailed off, staring at your face intensely “whats-(y/n) your jaw!”

You put down your book and touched your jaw, feeling nothing but gathering heat. “is it bruising?”

“yeah! Oh, there's, your shoulder too!” the librarian shushed you, stopping as she got a good look at your bruising body.

“oh shit” you muttered, pulling up your shirt to see multiple fist-shaped welts forming around your body. “they’re getting into a fight-“

Evie’s phone went off, and she picked it up, eyes widening “Harry’s getting cornered, lockers, come on!” she grabbed your wrist, tugging you out of the library and towards the lockers.

You pulled your wrist out of her grip and ran faster toward the lockers, skidding to a stop as you turned the corner. You gasped.

There against the lockers was Harry, being held down by two tourney jocks and Tyler, the asshole who had been obsessed with you since middle school.

“they’re mine, you filthy pirate!” Tyler spit in Harry's face, punching him in the jaw again.

“they-“ Harry spit a mouthful of blood on Tyler's shoes, looking back at the seething boy with a bloody grin “-they aren’t even yer soulmate yeh jackass”

Tyler screamed in rage and socked harry in the face again, slamming his head against the locker “shut the fuck up you asshole!”

“(y/n) your face” Evie whispered, you took out your phone and quickly opened the camera, in the same places Harry was getting hit, was forming welts and bruises on your face.

“that’s it” you snarled, swiftly taking off your jacket and tossing your phone at Evie, bolting towards Tyler and Harry “TYLER BACK THE FUCK OFF MY SOULMATE YOU JACKASS!”

Tyler perked up, eyes widening in horror as your fist flew at his face. You hit him with a hard right hook, breaking him away from Harry and blood spurting from his nose.

“ah-“ you grabbed his shirt and pushed him back towards the rails, hitting him in the jewels and tripping him over the rials, sending him to the ground below.

You turned, glaring sharply at the two leftover jocks holding Harry down, they looked from Harry to you and released him, backing away with their hands up before bolting off somewhere.

You looked around at the forming crowd, letting out a single snapping word “GO!” the Auradon kids scrambled off, leaving you, Evie, an arriving Uma, and an almost unconscious Harry.

You sighed and ran towards Harry, kneeling next to him and cupping his face gently. “harry, can you hear me?”

He shook his head a bit and shifted his striking blue eyes to you, he gave a small painful grin. “alright then” you huffed, giving him a soft smile “you’re an idiot Harry Hook, Uma!” she stepped next to you, kneeling next to you, giving harry a look “can you help him?”

“I can….but im thinking he needs to learn a lesson of not ranting to me about you” she huffed, giving Harry a shit-eating grin.

Harry groaned and flipped her off, Uma chuckled and waved her hand, the bruises on you and Harry disappearing. “there, now yall get officially acquainted and ill take evie somewhere so she doesn’t disturb you with her squealing” she stood and walked over to evie, dragging the grinning Evie away by the arm.

You sighed and took Harry's hand, pulling him out of his sitting position to stand with you “so why don’t we go get to know each other hm?” you grinned as Harry chuckled and held out his arm.

You wrapped your hands around his arm and let him lead you off to where ever.  

What a way to “meet” your soulmate huh?.....saving him from getting his ass kicked.

-end-

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Loving us Both or, Another level of Crazy 

(oneshot, but depends of the future) Part of the DYVLONY series, can be read seperately

Pairing : villain Hendery (Wayv) x Reader

Word count: approx 4k

About: I tell you now, important part of this story is- Hendery has two personalities, but it comes up in the story, not to confuse you, here they are:

Hendery (Huang Guanhang)- boss

Guanhee- Huang Guanhee- who deals with all filthy stuff, boss/ to everyone they are brother and sister

Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, a bit of descriptive character death, sex, filthy smut, Guanhee is a dirty bitch, sex, sex, and some more...

filth under the cut

*Earth, the third Planet from the Sun, 149.6 million kilometers away*

-I keep telling you that someone took her, I am sure of it! – Nurse Nana, your friend whom you hade become great friends, answered.

-Miss, there is no proof of that, you cannot just announce things like this on the internet, it is classed as a felony, - the police officer was not having it, it was the third family member this week, who were saying the exact same thing, “we were on a night out, and she never came back” sort of thing. And the best was, all of the missing persons went to the same club.

Yet police didn’t want to spend their money on this. There were far more important things for them to be dealing with at this hour.

-Alright miss, we will make a file and let you know as soon as something will come up, - he announced.

-Thank you, - nurse Nana thanked the police and left.

While studying at UNI you had a big exam coming up, to help you in the process you had applied to help at the local hospital, trainee psychologist assistant, and a Doctor Vera McGregorky welcomed you into all her conversations with her patients, who didn’t mind you, a student to be there and listen. You had signed the documents for confidential information, and not a single word had escaped your mouth in talks of other patients.

You had met Nana when you arrived, she was the one to greet you and lead you to the doctors’ office, she was nice, and you became friends.

Once your exam had passed, she had invited you for a glass of beer on a night out, (you rarely drank beer, but sometimes you enjoyed it), so you agreed. Somehow during the night, you were left alone, because Nana smoked, and she used to say, “I don’t want your lungs to get polluted because of me, you know that statistics have proven, that a non - smoker standing next to a smoker is at higher risk of lung pollution than the actual smoker,” and she would add with a grin, “that’s the trufff”.

And now, she was there. Walking down the street where the club was.

-Where are you, Y/N, what happened to you, - when she returned from smoking, you were nowhere to be found, she searched everywhere in the club where she could. Not a single glimpse from you was there.

Ever since that day, she has been trying to file a missing persons case, even posted on the internet about it, receiving a few reposts and likes, until she was called to police office. If they would have been a bit more interested in that, eh?

Nana sighed.

-Assholes, - she whispered as she walked of.

* Planet DYVLONY, 10043567901;1102033149001*

-I hate that bitch, - one of the henchmen spoke.

-I know, last time when she slapped you, I remember the look on your face, - he sighed, - why can’t it be her brother this time.

-I know, right? Sometimes she really gets on my nerves.

They both walked through a warehouse that belonged to the Infamous Twins of DYVLONY, and today was one of those days where, instead of himself – Hendery, their boss, more liked preferred boss, they had to work together with his twin sister Huang Guanhee, who, if/when in a bad mood, tended to treat people like shit.

-Didn’t I tell you, that I don’t want to see your ugly ass looking faces today? Huh? Was I not clear? – Huang Guanhee sat on a chair, while behind her, tied to a post was a naked woman, barely breathing, beaten to a pulp.

-Sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but Mr. Tieger wants to see you, or your brother, he is outside, - Guanhee sighed, she hated that bastard, he owed them a lot of money, and he was trying to barter all sorts of shit on a regular basis.

-Ah, - she groaned, - bring him in, - Guanhee agreed.

Both henchmen walked out, grabbed Mr. Tieger by his collar, and really brought him in on his knees, where he stayed. Looking up, seeing Guanhee sitting on the chair, he bit his cheek. She was not the person he wanted to see there.

-Why are you here? I am busy, - she said and crossed her legs.

-I, - his mouth felt dry there for a moment, there was something not right about this woman, - I have been selected to take care of… the aliens that had crashed.

Guanhee arched a brow.

-So? – she asked.

-I have no need of an alien in my home, and I thought… - she didn’t let him finish a sentence.

-You thought? – she abruptly stood up, - exactly what, huh? You come here an offer some alien? What’s in it for me, eh?

She walked closer and smacked Mr. Tieger in the face, so hard, he fell backwards. She groaned and straightened herself up. Guenhee looked at her poor, tied girl in the back, licking her lips, taking a stick from the floor, she walked over to the girl and beat her sides and legs, the girl only jerked around with no sound, tears flowing down her face, she had no voice anymore.

-This is what happens when you don’t pay back the money, and as much as I love a pink pussy to feast on, you don’t have one, so get the fuck out of these premises, and in ten days bring us back money, or else, I will leave you dick- less bleeding in the street, do you understand?

Never have you ever seen a man run as fast as Mr. Tieger did in that moment.

-This bitch is crazy, - he said to himself, as he got in his car and drove off.

Later in the room, on the top floor of the warehouse, Guanhee was undressing. Her stockings were rolled off, her skirt neatly folded on the bed, her white blouse folded on top of that, her hair, a brown (ish) wig, left on the side, before being put away on a mannequin. Fake eyelashes taken off, together with her make up, fake boobs off, and his penis freed from the tight panties.

-It’s your turn now, - she said and looked in the mirror. As soon as those words left her mouth, Hendery appeared, straightened himself up, hearing a knock on the door.

-Boss, it’s me, can I come in? – Hendery walked over and opened the door. His right- hand man was there. Dante was the only person on DYVLONY who knew the ugly truth.

Hendery and Guanhee were the same person.

*

You sat in the waiting room, a bit nervous, of course. Passing an exam had felt easier than this. Palms sweaty, one of your legs kept shaking.

-Nothing to worry about, - you assured yourself, - it’s going to be just fine.

Mr. Tieger was signing papers, ready to greet you, and then sell you off. He knew today he would see Hendery, not his sister, he was sure of it, he will definitely be ready to bargain. Once Hendery see’s how you look like, Mr. Tieger might be in for a good money.

-Hello, miss Y/N, I am Mr. William Tieger, - he shook your hand, - shall we go now?

You nodded. He looked like a “decent” man. Mr. Tieger made sure you walked first, he checked out how you looked like from behind, all the curves in the right places, he will def be swimming in gold after tonight.

-Let’s make a d-tour, - he said, helping you in his car, and soon he had stopped in front of what looked like a very posh atelier. Walking in, he was greeted with two DYVLONY ladies.

-Hello ser, how can be of assistance today, - they said in unison.

-I need to dress her, - he leaned in, while you weren’t listening, - the sexier the better.

Both girls nodded. This was the most popular atelier for a lot of reasons, and the girls were ready for their task. Taking your measures, they went to work on your clothing straight away. Soon, you were wearing embroidered bralette, with matching pantie set, and attached stockings, down your legs. And for whatever reason, your last piece of clothing, a really flimsy looking dress was put on, you looked cheap.

-What is this? – you asked, - I am not wearing it! – you protested.

-You, - Mr. Tieger spoke, - my darling, won’t have a choice.

With that your world went black. One of the assistants had knocked you out, wearing a big smile on her face, even while tying you up. Mr. Tieger paid in cash, threw you over his shoulder, and left. Putting you in the booth of his car, for no one to see. He smiled to himself adding the last piece – a mouth cloth.

-Let’s make Hendery happy, - smacking your thigh with his hand, he closed the booth and drove off.

The warehouse looked as dead as ever. Henchmen stood in the front, guarding the twins, as Mr. Tieger pulled up. Stepping out, he gave the man a sheepish grin.

-I am here to speak with Hendery, I have something to offer, - this time, henchmen didn’t say anything, just opened the door to let him in. Mr. Tieger took you out from the back, and again, put you over his shoulder, bringing you in. Slowly walking closer, he noticed that the chair was turned around.

-Huang Guanheng, - he greeted, - good to see you here.

There was no response on the other side.

-I am here to bargain a little something, you might find of value, - he smiled, putting you down on the cold floor. He didn’t notice how “Hendery” crossed his legs, and his arms over his chest. – this is the alien; I think she might be to your liking.

The doors of the warehouse were now locked, no one could get in, and no one could get out. Somehow, you found yourself waking up, no sounds leaving your mouth, but a short breath. Startled by a strong grip on your jaw, your eyes stayed shut.

-What do you think? – Mr. Tieger’s smug face was back at it. The chair turned around and he gasped. – what the fuck?! – he shouted.

Looking back at him was Guanhee, wearing her best smile, she even winked towards him.

-I thought I warned you once, - she said, still sitting down.

-Where is Hendery, Guanhee? – Mr. Tieger asked.

-I don’t have to answer you, but if you must know, I take that as your dying wish. You really are something, - Guanhee said, - but no worries, soon I will gut you like a fish, and make sure everyone is watching.

-What??? – Mr. Tieger was angry, he came towards her in big striking steps. Once close enough, he was ready to grab Guanhee by her hair, and before he could react a knife was plunged in his lower abdomen.

-I did promise you, didn’t I? – she giggled as a crazy person, the knife was now used to cut Mr. Tieger open, knife stopping at his ribs, while blood gushed out of him. His knees hit the floor, and you opened your eyes. Startled to see what was going on, you had to get away. Easier said than done, with your arms tied behind your back, and your legs tied as well, the only movement you could do, is somewhat like a worm, inch by inch moving away, trying not to pay attention to someone dying in the background.

Guanhee watched as Mr. Tieger bled on the floor, her own clothing was dirtied by now, but she didn’t bother. Looking over she saw you trying to crawl away, and she smiled.

-Hey, - she shouted, and you stopped not knowing why you stopped. – I will give you ten second head start, say thank you Guanhee, - she clapped her hands.

Your eyes were bulging out of your scull now, ten seconds? No chance you’ll get anywhere, a sudden thought was in the back of your mind. “I will die now”, tears started streaming down your face as you kept on trying to move away.

-Ten, - Guanhee announced as she stepped closer, starting the count down. – Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

You heard her right by you when she said “one”, her hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your upper body upwards, making you even more uncomfortable. The bloody knife in front of your face, you started pleading for your life, even with your mouth filled with cloth, that was tied behind your head. You must have sounded terrible… because Guanhee let go of your hair. You landed on your face, hitting your forehead in the process.

-Give her a shower, - Guanhee mentioned with her hands, - then tie her up like normal.

-Yes ma’am, - henchman nodded.

Dragging you away for the “shower”, which in reality meant, ice cold water on your body, getting you rid of the clothes you wore. Cold and worn out from the cold shower blast, you didn’t struggle when your naked body was tied up by the wooden post. The only thing you could see was a chair, which was unoccupied for now.

Guanhee washed up, changed her clothes, looking in the mirror, she smiled to herself, putting on her glasses, she walked through the room and down the stairs.

She saw your naked form from the second floor and rubbed her palms together. Sitting on the chair, she watched you closely. You didn’t struggle, your mouth had tape over it, the only thing you did, you were weeping, trying to do it quietly.

Listen. You had seen crazy, while working at the hospital, there had been patients that had to be in the mental asylum, you had read too much about serial killers, how they disliked people crying, or, how it edged them on. So, you tried to calm yourself.

Guanhee stood up and walked closer.

-You do have a pretty face, though, - she started, taking your jaw in her hand, - I must say, Mr. Tieger was right, you could be of use, - she gave you a smile. Her hand let go of your face and then she grabbed your nipple. Pinching it, twisting it with her fingers. You didn’t know what to do, how to react, your body betrayed you well, heat pooling in your lower areas, the same as the hotness travelling to your face.

Then her lips enveloped the other nipple, she went full licking and sucking on your breast, and soon her hand was not only pinching the nipple but massaging the whole breast.

“Fuck no,” you thought to yourself, trying to get your body to cooperate with your mind, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then she swapped it over, her lips on the other of your breast peaks and the other twisting your other nipple. Her hot mouth was providing you with saliva, that you felt sliding down your torso, to your stomach.

-Guess my favorite color, - she spoke looking at you. You didn’t know what to say, and you couldn’t anyways, but still. Without a warning her hand was in between your legs, grabbing on the soft skin of your inner thighs.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

What was she doing?

-I will tell you, - she said as she got on her knees, you saw henchman approaching. Your legs got untied, and the henchmen were holding you up. Shame of nakedness like this was seen on your face. You were now legs apart, pussy on display, a single drop of your nectar gathered on your pussy lips. You looked everywhere else, but not down. Guanhee smacked your thigh to get your attention, it went to a shade of red after the second smack. – I love pink, - she announced while biting her lip.

Your heart was in your throat now, beating so fast, you weren’t ready for what Guanhee had in mind. Her tongue prodded pass her lips, and the tip of it touched your mound. She then gave you a test lick between your folds, swallowing your juices, slowly moving her tongue up and down until she reached your tight hole. She smiled. You saw her smile before she took of her glasses and her tongue went back to its job.

Her tongue dived in your tight hole, in and out, a little faster then and a little slower after, tears were threatening to fall down your face again. Not only a woman was going down on you, but it was also giving you a spark of pleasure. She sat back on her knees, bringing a hand to her face, licking a finger, before the same finger entered you, you shut your eyes.

She was exploring your vaginal walls, finding a soft spot, that made your legs quiver a bit, she continued to press on it more, and then her mouth attacked your clitoris. She sucked and licked, and she finger – fucked you, till you orgasmed, screaming through the tape, your legs shaking from pleasure. Intense waves of hot electric feeling went through all of you, goosebumps rising on your skin.

Guanhee stepped back, her face was covered in your cum, she licked her lips, wiping some of your cum on her hand so she could lick it off. She stood up.

-What a good girl, - she said, - coming on my face like that, hmm, I might just keep you.

With that she walked away. Soon your legs were down on the floor again, tied back up. Then the tape was pulled off, and you were given water by one of the henchmen. Chugging it down like it was your last meal, not knowing what’s going to happen after.

And for some reason, you drifted to sleep soon after that.

When you woke up, the sun was peeking through the windows. Once your eyes adjusted, your face turned straight to the chair. There was a figure sitting there. Looking at you was a man. Who looked just like the lady… Guanhee was her name, right? Uhm, what?

-Good morning, - he greeted, you nodded. If you were alive, it really was a good morning. – I am Hendery, you must have heard about me?

You nodded “no”.

-I see, - he laughed a bit, - you really are not from here, are you?

The more you looked at him, the more it seemed like you were tripping. Somewhere in your mind was a doubt. Alright, you have heard of identical twins, and all that, but so much common in looks on twins, it was a rare sight. And the doubt in your mind was saying, that something was not right.

-You look tired, - he said, - rough night?

You rolled your eyes at the comment. Hendery stood up and walked over.

-How about I untie you, give you some clothing and some soup? It can stay our secret, - he said, and you nodded. Soon after you were clothed and fed, and very thankful.

The next couple of days, you were allowed to move around in the warehouse and a bit outside at the back, mainly just sitting down at a wooden table with one of the henchmen to accompany you. You were thinking. The more you thought of a possibility that could be true, the more you started to agree that it really could be true.

Psychology had taught you well. Seeing the signs of un-healthy mind was easy for you to spot, those couple of months helping Doctor Vera, were paying off.

The next day, while outside eating breakfast, you were greeted by Guanhee.

-I thought I might see you here, - she said startling you, -my brother has treated you well, - she bit her cheek.

-At least he’s nice, - it came out harsher than expected. Guanhee grabbed your hair to turn your face to her, and smacked your cheek, left one first and then your other one. Then she pulled you up only to kick your legs, so you fell on your knees. She didn’t let go of your hair.

-Ah, - she said, - is this how we are going to play? Shall I tie you to the post again? – her eyes were filled with anger as she spat the words out, - starve you until you are nothing but a pile of bones for the wild wolves?

-No wonder everyone hates you, - you hit her weak spot with your sentence.

The cold shower was blasting at you again, you fell down, this time Guanhee was doing it herself, and to your surprise, she was stronger than she looked. Dragging you by your hair, this time she tied you, while you were on your knees. You ended up- legs wide opened, ass in the air, while your breasts were pressed at the wooden post.

She disappeared.

You didn’t even hear or see where she went, but you were left all by yourself, your eyes closing for a brief moment.

-My sister left you for me as a gift, - a voice spoke, waking you up from your slumber, it was Hendery. He was next to you, his hands stroking your sides, your stomach, then your ass cheeks, giving both of them a squeeze. – she knows how to make me happy, - he said.

His hand begin massaging your pussy, stroking your folds.

-Don’t do it, - you squeaked out, when Hendery’s hand touched your clitoris.

-And why not, - he smiled as he continued the assault on your cunt, - my sister already had a taste, I really want to try that too, - he pouted. – she always gets all the fun.

-I would rather suck your dick, - you spoke to stop him.

-Maybe another time, - you heard the zipper of his trousers, and then you felt his thick cock prod at your entrance. He moved his mushroom head up and down your folds, gathering the slick to cover his member. His hand softly touched your stomach as he was steadying himself. – breath in, baby-girl, - he whispered, licking on your ear, where he positioned his body.

His thick cock entered you only a couple of centimeters, you exhaled loudly with a moan. Slipping deeper, Hendery made sure to wait, till you got accustomed, inch by inch. Once completely sheathed inside of you, his balls where right at your bottom, he started a steady rhythm. It was followed by grunts and groans, and every thrust he gave you was as delicious as a desert after a meal.

Your walls were clamping down on him so hard, Hendery had to stop, to make you relax a bit more, and then he would get back to it. He knew you were close, the more your walls were sucking him deeper, the readier to orgasm you were. With a couple more thrusts you came, biting your lips, grabbing onto the wood. Hendery still worked to reach his high, and just before he could, you came again, and then he stilled, filling your abused cunt to the brim.

His arms around your body stayed like that for a while, the same as his lips licked your sweat from the back of your neck, down to your shoulder blades. Pulling out slowly, he earned a moan from you.

-Should I leave you like this? – he teased. – I think I will…

-Noo, - you protested, - I cannot feel my knees, - you said honestly.

So instead of leaving you like that, he turned you around, tied your back against the post, with his seed between your legs, making it impossible to move, the unpleasant feeling lingering there. He was smiling at you. The same smile Guanhee gave you. And he walked up the stairs and, in that room, where you had seen Guanhee disappear a couple of times, only to be greeted by Hendery the next day, or Guanhee a day after that.

And as you anticipated, you woke up with someone touching you, opening your eyes you saw Guanhee, licking her lips.

-Beautiful morning, isn’t it? – she asked, and you didn’t respond. – my brother had some fun, I see, - she licked her lips, - I can clean you up, if you’d like?

You nodded a “no”, and Guanhee stared at you, before leaving.

-I know who you are, - you shouted behind her, and Guanhee slowly walked back.

-And what is that?

You stayed quiet, till she was right in front of you. She stared down at you, grabbing your jaw in her hand.

-Hendery is you and you are Hendery, Guanhee doesn’t exist…- you said. – you are not real.

She slapped you.

-Are you afraid of the truth? – you asked. – you and I both know; this is not the way to live.

-Who are you? – she asked, grabbing you even harder.

-I can help you, - you said, - I can help you both, if only you’d let me…

The conclusion – split personality. This might be the scariest patient of all, but you were ready to use your knowledge to help as much as you could.

Guanhee stared at you, leaning in, and you felt something pressing onto your leg. Through her tight skirt, a visible boner was pressing through, her lips attacked yours.

-But before that, we can play a little…

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[peakywitch]

Alibi - Sean Wallace

“ Hiya creative human being! I was wondering if you could make an imagine with Sean Wallace using 19,28,54 in which he comes back home after been hiding and find out his girlfriend was pregnant and they have a 2-moth-old baby girl???? Random, I know. Love your writing, bye 💕 “

19.  “It’s a long story.” “You made me believe you were dead. For eleven months. I have time.” 

28.   “What…is this?”

54.   “I had no choice.”

words: 3097

TW: strong vocabulary, blood, death and yeah

Jesus i have been writing this shit for months MONTHS now, hope you enjoy it!

MASTERLIST

A year ago

"Marian?" Y/N's voice sounded behind the door of the Wallace residence, alarmed “Marian, your car is outside! Open up, please! "

The knocks of her hand against the door sounded incessant. It was eleven o'clock on a cold and rainy Sunday night. No one was to be seen on the street. Her white sneakers were soaked in water and mud, staining them in strange colors. She had stepped on several puddles while running the blocks that separated her from her mother-in-law.

Through the window, Y/N could see that the light came on in the hallway, letting her know that someone was in the house. Impatient and nervous, she clenched her fingers tightly. When the lock began to click, Y/N bit her lip, and nervously combed her hair.

"Y/N?"

Marian was wearing black satin pajamas that brought out the white of her skin and was barefoot but wearing stockings. How could she?

"You were Sleeping?" Y/N asked, unable to understand the situation.

"Of course, Y/N. Tomorrow I have to work early."

The woman spoke tiredly and calmly, she was not upset.

"So Sean is here." She affirmed, breathing for a second and closing her eyes. She realized that she was holding her breath, or at least taking short breaths.

"Sean is not here." The woman denied.

The girl's eyes widened in fear. Marian knew in an instant that everything was wrong.

It was five in the morning; the moon was still hidden behind rain-laden clouds. Three hundred and fifteen calls had gone out of Y/N's phone to Sean's phone. Marian, with her phone, had sent hundreds of messages and the whole family was alerted. No matter the schedule, there were people on every block in London looking for Sean Wallace.

Each call that was diverted to the mailbox was one more tear than Y/N cried. Finn had been killed a year ago, but this had nothing to do with the anniversary of his father's death. He would have warned Billy, so his brother can explain to us all. This was not typical of him.

Nine months ago

Marian set the food on the black marble table and began to store groceries in each drawer. She started the conversation by suggesting to her daughter-in-law that she go to a doctor, to which she laughed.

"I don't want to go without Sean, I won't do this alone."

The woman rolled her eyes, she was stubborn.

"You will not be alone, Y/N." she whispered, as she put down the milk cartons and hugged the young woman. “I am with you, I will help you with whatever you need. Always."

"I can't do this without Sean, Mar." The girl cried, in the woman's arms "I just can't, I ..."

Marian's heart ached just to see the girl Sean loved so devastated, sad, and desolate. There were no words to comfort her or enough hugs to heal her. Her heart ached, she felt lost.

"I will go with you. I will hold your hand and celebrate with you if it is a boy like you want. I will help you put together the room, the crib ... I will teach you everything I learned with three children." She smiled through tears, as she stroked the girl's hair with teary eyes.

Y/N's arms encircled Marian's body, as she

smiled and affirmed that everything would be fine over and over again.

Three months ago

Y/N was in the hospital bed, her white and pink coat was tied and the sweat on her forehead was dry. Marian was sitting in the chair to the right of the bed. She was reading a magazine while thinking that Y/N was resting.

Although she had her water broken, the doctors found it appropriate for her to rest a couple of hours to regain energy before starting the final stage.

"If Sean doesn't show up today..." Y/N whispered, diverting Marian from her magazine. She raised her eyes and approached the young woman so that she did not have to exert a lot of force "If he doesn't appear these days, then..." she took a deep breath, swallowed with effort, and continued "then he is no longer here with us."

"Y/N, Sean... he..."

“No, he promised. He would never leave me alone in this. No ant moves a damn leaf without the idiot knowing. If he doesn't show up in a week, then he's dead, Marian."

The anger in the girl's voice hit her like a bucket of ice water.

Her son.

Her Sean.

Dead.

Marian's eyes filled with tears, just thinking about it broke her heart. The pain made her ignore the apology the girl whispered. Everything was spinning.

So what if Y/N was right?

What if Sean was dead?

Even with the weight of the woman's words, Marian remained there in the hospital. She moved impatiently in time with the clock on the wall. After three hours of parading down the long, white corridor a few thousand times, the doctor mentioned Y/N's name.

"Yes, I am her family." She responded with a slightly nervous smile to the doctor's question. Marian walked shyly through the door, and there she saw Y/N with a small baby in her arms and a smile as big as the sun on her face. Her eyes were full of tears, and her fingers gently caressed the baby's small nose.

Y/N looked up and saw Marian nervous and anxious at the door, watching from afar.

"And?" she smiled "Wouldn't you like to meet your granddaughter, Marian?"

Marian was able to regain consciousness when she saw the blue eyes of a baby staring at her. Those blue eyes, so typical of Sean. Her eyes were very prominent. She had pink cheeks, a nose as small as a button, and soft, plump lips.

"Say hello to your grandma, Olive."

"Olive Wallace," Marian smiled, "Welcome to the family, beautiful."

Present

Marian, Y/N, and Olive had been the best trio London could have ever met. The baby was a fan of photos, or so it seemed since in each photo she looked excellent. Wherever Y/N and Olive were, Marian was by their side. They took care of each other and helped Y/N rest on days that work took a little longer and Olive wouldn't stop crying. Marian had been faithful to her, teaching her tricks, unthinkable ways of doing things, and offering her a shoulder to cry on when she felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

That afternoon had been like any other. After lunch they both bundled up, Y/N bundled Olive up and went for a walk so they could enjoy the cold with a coffee and a good chat.

When they returned, laughing they opened the door. Olive was sleeping peacefully in her pram and Marian was remembering aloud one of the most disastrous days of her life.

"I swear to God, I love my kids but I would never go back to that damn picnic."

Marian took Olive upstairs so she could put the baby to bed in her adorable pink crib. And while Y/N took off her cover, she walked to the kitchen to start making Olive’s dinner.

Although she was happy and infinitely grateful to Sean's mother for having always been by his side, Y/N kept wondering how this last year would have been with her husband by her side. Would he have taken more photos than Marian? Would he speak to Olive, trying to calm her down all those early mornings before her birth in which she wouldn't let her sleep? And suddenly, among so many questions, her eyes burst into tears when she imagined what it would have been like to paint Olive's room with him, see him full of paint, excited, tired, perhaps frustrated by something with the brush or the color. She couldn't help it, the pain overwhelmed her every time Sean's face appeared in her memory. She couldn't even look at his photos, how would she tell Olive who he is, or was, Sean?

She wiped her tears with the sleeves of her woolen sweater, lightly scraping her skin and looking out the kitchen window that overlooked the backyard. Sean loved that garden. He liked to sit on the grass on the days he had off in the spring and read. Or he would watch Y/N take care of her plants for hours, from sunrise to sunset. Then he would fill her face with kisses, pulling grass out of her hair and putting a flower in her ponytail.

“Sean, I ask you for the love of Olive, don’t be dead. I know you checked the cameras every night, so you will listen to me. Please…” she whispered through tears “please don't be dead, come home, I won't be able to without you. I don't want any of this without you. "

As she got ready to prepare Olive's bottle, she heard the rain begin to fall heavily. The sky seemed to fall, as did Y/N's hopes.

As she waited for the microwave timer to ring, her cell phone rang.

Elliot, she read.

"Hello, Elli." Y/N smiled, tired, and trying to sound normal.

"Are you at home?" he asked, agitated. A shrill horn sounded, a few screams, and more honks.

"What happened?"

"Are you at home, or are you not? I need help!" he yelled, then cursed another driver. She pulled the phone away from her ear, briefly stunned.

"Yes, how far away are you?"

The adrenaline rush of the Wallace family business was something that always left a sweet taste in her mouth. She hated violence, but she was almost addicted to the adrenaline it brought.

"I'm parking outside."

The cell phone fell from Y/N's hand, allowing her to call out to Marian with a yell and run to the door at the same time. She flung it open, watching as Elliot and Bill lowered a man with his face covered in blood.

"Oh shit." Y/N was disgusted, containing the retching.

Elliot and Billy knew Sean and Y/N's house by heart, so they took the dying man to the bathroom.

Or so she thought.

The amount of blood she saw made her dizzy, her eyes closed and her back pinned itself to the wall. After taking a deep breath, she felt Marian close the door.

She corroborated the girl's state with a simple question and a caress on her hair. The poor girl could only smile.

"I think that man is going to die, you know?" laughed sadly Y/N “We can only send money to his wife and children. As we do with everyone. "

Marian's lips were tight, she was disgusted, but Y/N was right. That was something she admired about her, she was always right and it was easy for her to tell the painful truth.

She followed her into the kitchen and watched her sit at the table, staring at the wall. Marian was pouring her a glass of water so she could calm down. They remained silent, and it was not until she had completely drunk the glass that she spoke.

“Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't met Sean. I think I would still be at my mother's house, without a partner, and with a cat."

“There is no way to know that, Y/N. Because you met him and now that…” the woman stopped short, she wouldn't say it “and now that you are here, we are a family. With Billy, Elliot, Olive… we are a family, okay? And we will be there for you, always."

When she was about to answer, Elliot walked into the kitchen. His shirt was bathed in red, all wrinkled. The bleeding cut on his eyebrow alarmed the two women, and the interrogation soon began.

What happened, why, how, where.

Elliot answered everything. An undercover agent broke his alibi, a gang from a strange-named country, near downtown.

"Where is he?" Y/N asked.

"In Sean's office." Elliot replied.

"What is he doing in Sean's office!?" yelled Y / N, and ran off.

"Y/N!"

Elliot chased her through the house, calling out her name. But Y/N all she heard were complaints from herself, Sean's office? Really?

"You have to ask for my permission, Elliot!" she yelled, reaching the door.

"No, Y/N, we ..."

“You nothing, Elliot. This is my house and Sean’s; you can't put anybody in his office! "

Y/N was furious, the screaming had awakened Olive.

“What even is all of these?!” she screamed, the blood always drove her crazy “Listen to me well…” the woman pointed out to the man covered in blood “when I come back in two minutes, I want my husband's office empty and that man in the bathtub in the downstairs room. I don't want blood on the rugs, because you'll clean it up yourself. You heard me?"

Elliot nodded poker-faced, as he watched the woman walk away from him.

Y/N entered her screaming daughter's room with a tired smile. And having closed the door behind her, she took her in her arms and began to sing a soft song to her so that she could fall asleep.

"Olive... princess, sleep with the little angels, mommy loves you..." she whispered at the end of the song, as she left the sleeping baby back in her crib.

"So, I'm a nobody?" a voice whispered from the door.

Y/N spun as fast as light.

There was Sean.

Bathed in blood, with his hair short and no beard. His face was swollen from several punches and had a new scar on his lip. But still, he had that mischievous smile on him. His eyes were tired, but they still held the same sparkle as Olive's.

"You're dead." Y/N assured.

"No, Y/N, I ..."

"Marian!" Y/N cried out.

The rapid footsteps climbing the stairs were heard throughout the house, Sean did not move his eyes from his wife.

"Sean..." Marian whispered in shock. She looked him up and down, saw the blood, the blows, and the cuts. Then, between tears and a sob, she hugged him. They both hugged tightly, and all Y/N wanted to do was throw up.

The blood, the smell, her husband… everything. Everything made her dizzy.

“Where were you?” she murmured, a shiver bathed her body.

“I am sorry…” he started, but she interrupted him abruptly.

“I don’t fucking care if you are sorry or not! Tell me where the fuck you were, because I just went through the hardest year of my life alone, Sean!” she shouted from the top of her lungs.

“It’s a long story, baby, and I am all beaten up.” He smiled tiredly.

He has the nerve to smile?

“You made me believe you were dead. For eleven months. I have time.” She said, now calmly but cold. “Plus, I had to drive a car while on labor, because you decided to disappear. So, start speaking or I swear to God, Sean Wallace, this time it will be you the one suffering a loss.”

 “Y/N…” he whispered, trying to get close to her. He tried to take her hand in his, but she got further away from him.

His smile disappeared and got exchanged with a sad look on his face.

Right there, in Olive’s room, he told both women everything. A deal he did a year ago, enemies, guns, drugs, and city from the third world he had to hide in and every name from the people he had to hide from. They spent two hours listening to Sean’s misfortunes, but Y / N wanted to be able to recriminate everything that made her go through alone and to be able to get rid of the anger that was eating her inside. 

"Well, the blood on me is a sign of the end of this problem." He had a nervous look, you could see it even though his face was covered in blood. So much seemed fictitious.

Y/N sighed, getting up after her husband finished telling the story.

"Ok." She whispered, walking out the door of her daughter's room with her in her arms.

Sean wanted to follow her, but Marian recommended him to leave her alone for a while, there was too much information she had to process.

Hours passed, Marian, Elliot, and Billy had left the house hours ago and Y/N still did not speak to Sean. For hours she had been sitting on a blanket in the garden. With a book in her hand and a tea by her side, which was quite possibly already cold.

When the sun was no longer visible on the horizon, that was when Sean became concerned. The chill of the London night was ugly, even worse for a baby. Then it was decided, he took two jackets that were in the room and went outside with a doubting pass.

"Hey…" he whispered, sitting next to her and covering her shoulders with his cardigan. She did not answer.

“Where you watching over us?” she asked, on the verge of tears.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of the security cameras.” He laughed shily.

“How many times did you see me…asking for a sign?” she began after a few seconds of silence. “How many fucking times did you see me cry at night, Sean?” she started to shed tears. “While you were God knows where, doing Devil knows what…” he interrupted her.

“Y/N, I told you, I had no choice…”

“No!” she spat “Shut up, Sean! Just… shut the hell up. I dreamed of this reunion every single night and prayed every fucking morning. So just let me tell you I fucking felt. Because I was alone, as alone and desperate as you felt when your dad was killed. So please, just understand I won’t be jumping into your arms right away. Even though I missed you, fuck… I missed you like crazy…” he smiled sadly “I am so, so angry Sean. And I want to make you go away again, but the truth is… I can’t be away from you any longer.”

Sean rested his right arm over his wife’s shoulder, and his hand got her head closer to him, allowing him to kiss her skin for the first time in months. After she got the kiss, she broke down in tears, not being able to compose herself.

“I am sorry, I will never leave you again.” He promised while holding her steady against him.

“I know I left, and I hurt you. But you were never alone, you were being watched over, night and day, you and well, that little munchkin.” He said, timidly.

“You want to hold her for the first time, Sean?”

His face lit up.

#sean wallace headcanon #sean wallace #gangs of london #joe cole #sope fanfiction #sope dirisu #joe cole imagine

[babybakuu]

Hey I have to request for Bakugou x reader prompt: 11 & 18 pls

request from this prompt list!

11. Wow, you look..amazing. & 18. That was kind of hot. 

A/N: im so sorry these are taking so long to come out lmaooo i have writers block and im really hating editing rn so this will be half way unedited,, thank u for requesting and waiting babie,, also its under a read more bc i can’t believe i wrote mfing 3k words for this 

“Wow,” Katsuki says almost breathlessly, “you look..amazing.” 

Your eyes narrow in on the blonde who’s currently standing in your doorway. You can’t tell if he’s lying or simply just pulling your leg. Did he always have to be so sarcastic? “Haha, very funny Katsuki.” You’re rolling your eyes with a pink tint on your cheeks and your hands start to fidget with the bottom of your dress. “Can we just get this over with?” 

“I’m being serious you know. You look good.” He says as he holds out an arm for you to grab and you do. But you were waiting for it- the punchline, the teasing- “I didn’t know a gorilla could dress up so nice.” 

There it was.

“Shut the hell up.” You deliver a solid punch to his arm as he leads you to his car but he doesn’t even flinch. “Remember I’m doing you a favor, if you’re not nice to me maybe I’ll slip up and tell your parents during dinner that we’re not really dating.” 

He pauses and glances in your direction. “You wouldn’t.”

You shrug. “Maybe I would. How long has this been going on for Katsuki? 6 months? 8? How disappointed would they be to hear-”

“Alright, just shut up.” He huffs, holding the car door open. You’re cocking an eyebrow at him, arms folded against your chest, and the expression has him hesitating. “I mean uh, please..shut up?” 

A scoff slips past your lips and you find yourself rolling your eyes. “Better.” You sigh, while climbing in. “Not the best but better.” The door closes with a thump next to you and you’re scanning his car. It’s spotless like usual, the leather seats didn’t have a speck of dust on them, and it smells just like burnt caramel- a scent that was growing on you a little too much. 

“Brief me.” You say as he climbs in. “What have we done since we last saw your parents?” 

“You tell me.” 

“How come I have to think of everything in this fake relationship?” A prominent pout is on your face and for a second, you swore you saw him staring at your lips. Was your choice of lipstick too much? Not good enough? You’re suddenly self conscious but he turns away, buckles his seat belt, and starts driving.

“Well, if we were really dating- what would you like to do?” He catches a glance from the corner of his eyes and you’re sitting there, arms folded against your chest and that pout on your lips fades. 

“If we were really dating huh.” You absentmindedly repeat. The sentence settles in your mind and the butterflies in your stomach start fluttering. 

If you two were really dating..how nice would that be? You wouldn’t see him every once in a blue moon when he asked you to come to dinner with his parents. You’d probably get to eat more of his cooking. And maybe, just maybe- he would hold your hand just because he wanted to, not for show. 

“Hello? Earth to planet dumbass?” He questions, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

“Uh..camping..” You reply. “I’d really like to go camping.” 

“Camping..huh. I didn’t expect that from you.” 

“Well, I’d want to do something you enjoy and I’ve never been so..” 

“Maybe we should go.” He pauses, throwing another glance in your direction. “Just you and me, it’ll be fun.” A small smile spreads across your face and your stomach is doing backflips at the thought. Just you and him? How many days would you spend together completely alone? “Can’t wait to see you eat shit while hiking.” 

“Fuck you asshole. I take it back, I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” He does this ugly laugh snort thing and you can’t help but smile as your heart flutters a bit for the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. Maybe you should go see a doctor for that. 

“Seriously- clear your schedule for next week, I’ll take you for your birthday.” And suddenly, you find yourself holding a hand against your heart and you’re warm, so so warm. 

“You..remembered?” 

“Why would I not remember my girl’s birthday?” He asks as if it’s the dumbest question ever.  

My girl. 

Your head is spinning and that smile tugging at the corner of your lips won’t go away no matter how hard you’re trying to make it disappear.

“What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?” 

Oh.

Right. 

This wasn’t real. And like magic the smile on your lips is gone. 

“Yeah..haha.” You’re forcing a laugh but the disappointment on your face is evident. Your gritting your teeth and mentally cursing at the fact you are so so so head over heels in love with him. Curse him for being so handsome, for being so tall, for being so charming but at the same time annoyingly sarcastic, for being-

“Are you okay?” Katsuki asks breaking you out of your thoughts. He gives you this look. His eyebrows are furrowed, his head is tilted, and there’s genuine concern in his eyes. “We’ve been parked for ten minutes and you haven’t said a word.” 

“Sorry, I was uh, thinking about something.” He’s staring at you with those red eyes that make you squirm in your seat with an intensity that rivaled the sun itself. Those eyes could pierce through metal just with a glance and he was looking at you with them? You’d probably die if you made direct eye contact. 

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

And when those words slip out of his mouth, you have an urge to confess right there and then. You want to tell him you’ve been in love with him since you’ve started this whole charade. But you don’t. Instead, you nod your head at his comment and reassure him you’re fine. He sits there, staring at you with those piercing red eyes and lets out a sigh. You know he doesn’t fall for it, he knows something’s not right, but he gets out of the car anyways.

“Watch your step.” He says. His hand is outstretched, inviting, big and warm. You take it and when your hand intertwines with his, you feel better. 

“Thanks.” You mutter while attempting to memorize the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. What if this just ended tomorrow? What if he finds someone else that he genuinely likes? His fingers are laced perfectly between yours as if they were built, molded, and created just for you. But you don’t notice your head getting a little too close to the car frame because you’re so memorized by the warmth radiating from him and-

clunk. 

“Ouch.” You wince. 

“I guess I should’ve warned you to watch your head.” He laughs. 

“Shut up.” Your hand is rubbing your sore head and there’s this adorable expression on your face but Katsuki would never tell you that, not in a million years. Instead, he places a large hand head on your head, he pulls you in close, and kisses the sore spot on your head. It doesn’t hurt so much after that. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest?” His mom’s voice rings from behind you two. 

Greetings are exchanged alongside a few hugs and kisses and you’re laughing while watching the poor boy next to you get smothered in his mother’s lipstick. He swears he’ll get you back later and mutters something under his breath about “smothering you in kisses to see how you like it” but you ignore his empty threats and wipe off the prominent red on his face with your thumb. “My handsome baby.” You coo, imitating his mother, and pinching his cheek. He tells you to knock it off as he swats away your hand and that he “hates being treated like a 5 year old” but that smile on his face tells you otherwise. So you poke a little more fun, tease a little more, and he’s on the verge of leaning down and peppering your face in kisses but his father clears his throat when his hands are roughly cupping your face, and he remembers- he’s in public, in front of his parents, about to kiss the shit out of your face. 

He lets it slide this time. 

Everyone’s sitting at a table now. You two are poliety taking sips of your water and his mother is going on about their jobs, their daily lives, and maybe even possibly having another kid. Katsuki practically chokes as soon as he hears this comment and you’re attempting to hold in a laugh and at the same time juggle the liquid in your mouth while watching the blonde boy attempt to hide his coughs with a red face. 

“Just kidding.” His mother says while folding her hands and placing her elbows on the table. For a minute, she’s sitting there with her head resting on her folded hands watching you attempt to gulp down the water but choking at the same time. She’s watching Katsuki point a finger at you and choking a second time on his spit. So now, you’re both looking at each other having a laughing and coughing fit, all the while struggling to just breathe. Ah, just how cute could you two be? But when she opens her mouth to say something, her husband cuts her off taking the words right out of her mouth. “You two really love each other, don’t you?” 

And suddenly you two are caught like a deer in headlights. Katsuki’s cheeks are burning red and yours are a matching shade. “No need to be embarrassed!” Masaru exclaims. “It’s just that- you two look at each other with..uh..” 

“So much love.” Mitsuki interjects. 

“W-what?” Katsuki stutters. 

“It’s the same way your father looks at me.” She says. “Don’t be embarrassed, tell your girlfriend how much you love her. I mean, you must’ve said I love you to each other already. It’s been about 7 months, right Masaru?” Katsuki’s reaching for his glass, pretending to be incredibly thirsty in hopes someone changes the subject. 

“He’s said I love you already, hasn’t he (Y/N)?” 

“Oh- are we ready to order?” You’re attempting to change the subject, you really are but Bakugous are relentless. You would know. 

“Has he not?” Mitsuki gasps. 

“I- uh-” 

“Don’t meddle so much!” Masaru interjects. And for a moment you thank the lord for making Masaru Bakugou. 

“We’re ready to order!” Katsuki yells for the waiter halfway across the restaurant, turning multiple heads in your direction and earning several glares. 

“Smooth. Real smooth.” You whisper low enough for him to hear. You’re stifling a laugh as you land a playful smack on his thigh.

“Shut it.” He’s biting back a smile and before you could pull your hand away, he takes it in his, giving it a little squeeze. 

Ah.

Dinner was always fun with the Bakugou’s. 

Before you know it, the night is over. You’re hugging his mother goodbye and she invites you to a family gathering in two weeks, which you politely accept. His father on the other hand is in the corner giving him what seems to be a heart to heart talk but the way the blonde keeps on glancing in your direction every so often has you curious. What were they talking about? 

“You know he loves you right? That boy won’t shut up about you.” Mitsuki laughs. A blush forms on your cheeks. “And you know how hard it is to get him to talk about anything.” 

You’re simply nodding your head as she continues to talk about anything and everything and at the same time you’re absentmindedly rubbing your arms. Why was it so cold today? “I think it’s time to go.” Katsuki appears behind you, dropping his big coat on your shoulders. Thank lord he was practically a human heater thanks to his quirk. You’re burying your face into his jacket. 

Was your face cold? Yes. 

But did you also want to engulf yourself into his scent before the night was over? Yes.

 “Come on, let’s go before you freeze to death.” You both say your goodbyes a second time and make way to his car. “Don’t hit your head.” He muses holding the door open. You shoot him a glare but he’s chuckling at the sight. “Cute.” He snorts. You’re sitting the car now, his jacket around your frame, and you look up at him- your mouth ready to shoot back a sarcastic remark but you freeze. His eyes are soft, he’s wearing this small smile that could probably melt the sun itself, and at that moment, he just looks so..content. Your heart is swelling at the sight. 

“What are you looking at idiot?” He snaps but that smile on his face grows wider and you feel your heart skip a beat. You gulp. Why did he just have to look so handsome- so perfect? It was almost as if he was asking you to confess-  to let him know how much he meant to you, how much you liked him. 

“You’re a little ugly looking.” You reply. He does that ugly snort laugh again and he rolls his eyes while slamming the door shut. 

“Yeah fucking right.” You hear him scoff through the car door. “Me? Ugly?” He’s inside now, taking his seat and placing his hands on the steering wheel. “You just have really bad taste in men.” 

“Yes, exactly why I’m dating you at the moment.” 

For a minute he’s taken back at the fact someone could match his energy- his sarcasticness but a smile is on his lips nevertheless. “I am not fucking ugly.” He says, he’s half joking half serious and you can tell he’s actually concerned..? But the Great Katsuki affected by your comment? Wow, dinner and a show. “Right..?” 

“Mhmm, yeah sure. You’re the handsomest man out there.” 

“You just have shitty taste in men.” He repeats. “I was voted the sexiest hero of the year- of the decade! Any woman would be happy to have me.” 

“Okay Katsuki, whatever you say.” You’re giggling at how hard he’s taking this, it was almost as if his pride was being ripped to shreds by one small comment. 

“And I was voted the best dancer, singer, kisser-” 

“Kisser? How the hell did they come to that conclusion?” 

“Word of mouth.” 

“You? Kissing a girl? I’m your first girlfriend and our relationship is fake.” 

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed someone before.” His tone is cocky, his chest is puffing out a little, and what was with that annoying ass smirk on his face? 

“Yeah right.” You laugh. “Come on, just take me home so I can watch my show and eat ice cream.” 

“You don’t believe me?” His raising an eyebrow and his eyes had a little glint in them. What was that? Cockiness? Pride? You didn’t know but whatever it was- it was making you nervous. 

“I don’t know if I would believe a teen magazine.” Your eyes are rolling and you’re getting semi annoyed with how adamant he was being. Did he really have to insist he was the best at everything? How the hell did you even measure how good of a kisser someone was? 

“Kiss me then.” He says, your heart skips a beat and your cheeks instantly flush. 

“W-what?” 

“I said kiss me you idiot. I’ll show you I’m the best fucking kisser in all of Japan.” You’re laughing, you’re laughing so hard to the point tears are brimming in the corner of your eyes but when you look over and his face is as serious as can be, you gulp. “I think I’ll just take your word for it Katsuki.” 

“What? You scared or something?” Damn that blonde always knew how to push your buttons. 

“Me? Scared of what? Kissing? Pfft.” 

“Seems like you’re scared.” He says relaxing back into his seat and then his eyes grow wide and realization hits him. “Could this be..your first kiss?” 

“WHAT NO- I mean- I’ve kissed plenty of boys before.” 

“Then what’s the problem with kissing me?” 

“You really want to do this?”

“I’m just trying to prove a point.” He shrugs. 

You’re sitting there, cheeks flushed as you chew on your bottom lip and then you look up at him. His arm is now resting on the side of your seat and he’s dangerously close. Why was he ten times more handsome up close in a dark parking lot? Did the waiter spike your drink? Why were you suddenly dizzy and unable to breathe properly?

“Let’s get it over with then you idiot.” You sigh. You have to put up this fake act. You had to beat that cocky blonde at his own game. And you had to show him that he wasn’t the best at everything.

So he leans in and you do too. The smell of burnt caramel is stronger than ever and you swear it was intoxicating. Also, where did he get a mint from? Was he planning on doing this all along? Pressuring you into some kind of kissing competition because he knew you wouldn’t refuse? But that meant he would probably like you too. That couldn’t be..right? 

But when his lips are on yours and your mouths are dancing together, there’s one thought that pops into your head.

Fuck. He was good.

One hand is under your chin, tilting your head up and the other is pulling you in deeper- closer, and you’re desperately trying not to melt into his hands. If he wasn’t careful, you’d probably let him know how head over heels in love you were. 

He pulls away, his lips now pink and swollen, and he cocks an eyebrow. His face just screams it-was-great-wasn’t-it-? and you’re sitting there unable to even think straight. 

“So?” He asks, folding his arms against his chest. He knows he won the argument and he knows he proved his point, so did he still need to ask? Oh. Because he’s Bakugou Katsuki.

“That..was kind of hot.” You admit. He’s laughing as your cheeks flush a bright red but you can’t get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind.

“So now that we’ve officially kissed, we should officially date as well.” He’s throwing you a glance as he buckles in his seatbelt but you’re too dazed to hear what he said. 

“Hmm?” You question, your finger is on your bottom lip and your mind is attempting to wrap around the fact that you and the boy you’ve had a crush on for the past 7 months just kissed you. 

“I said,” He leans over a second time, this time placing a small peck on your lips, “be my girl.” 

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero #my hero academia #masterlist #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #bnha x reader fluff

[toomanyfandoms02]

Biggest Fan // Spencer Reid x Reader

Blurb request by @aberrant-annie ! This was cute tbh.

Summary - Y/n meets her favorite Doctor, and they hit it off.

Prompt - "I'm your biggest fan!"

Y/n's mother had always called her an 'unusual specimen.'

She found it weird that she was so 'outgoing' and 'popular' (by her standards). While also being a complete nerd who was interested heavily in Criminal Justice and Chemistry. She had articles upon articles posted in her room about her favorite theories and subjects. That was the only thing that she was teased about, even a little bit, which was mostly by her family. Her mother, and everyone else, had gotten quite use to this once the girl was out of highschool.

Y/n had actually recently graduated from Hampton University with a full ride just last year. But she was still struggling greatly with finding a full time job with it.

She thought back to all of the interning jobs with the police force and even a very small section of the FBI, but nothing really came of it.

That's when she saw the flyers for the FBI seminar being held at her college.

The flyer was ripped from the utility pole outside of her apartment.

*The FBIs very own BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) is coming to Hampton University June 20th from 1 pm to 3:30 pm. Agents will be coming in to talk about solved cases and answer any questions you have! Agents David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Aaron Hotchner. Along with Dr. Spencer Reid and their Technical analyst Penelope Garcia.*

Her eyes bulged as she read the paper, Spencer Reid was going to be there?! At her old college?! **Talking about Crime?!**

She will absolutely be there.

-

Here she was, standing in front of the building she had spent grueling hours studying in. Making friends, meeting the man the poor girl had her longest relationship with in, and then dumping his sorry ass. A building full of memories.

And was *hopefully* about to make another meaningful memory.

She clutched the small notebook in her hands while the colorful sundress she sported swished with her movements. She peered around the entrance, remembering all the times she had walked in here, not a care in the world. *Except for exams*.

She made her way to the auditorium and looked down at her watch.

*12:15*

Whoops, she was a little early. White sneakers echoed as she walked to the front row, planting herself in the front row. Y/n sat sideways, propping her feet up on the seat beside her and pulling out a book.

*The Dissapearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements*

When she saw it at Barnes and Noble, she read the spine of the book and immediatly bought it when her eyes read periodic table. It was a slight fascination of hers.

She read for a while, finding it so intriguing that she effortlessly flipped through the pages. After about 10 or so minutes of reading, her ears perked up at the sound of a door opening and closing. Assuming that it was another person interested in the seminar, her eyes remained glued to the book. Just to make sure she wasn't too caught up in the book, she checked her phone for the time.

*12:25* Her guess was pretty accurate.

That's when she heard a slight giggle from behind her. She jumped from the seat a bit, slinging her legs over so that she wasn't laying across two chairs. Her hand grabbed my chest over her heart.

"Holy shit!" She looked over to see a familiar face, not one she had expected would be sneaking behind her and laughing. "Dr. Reid?" Her breath calmed. His smile faltered slightly.

"You know who I am?" She nodded profusely. Of course she knew who he was, he was part of the articles on her wall at home. She found his articles particularly interesting.

~~He was the whole reason she came to the seminar.~~

"Yes! I love your writings, I'm probably your biggest fan!" Her cheeks flushed at the comment, so she did what she always did when something slightly embarrassing happened.

*She rambled.*

"I love your article on the method to applying microfluidic electrochemical technologies to single-electron transfer redox-neutral reactions. I thought it was so cool that you went back to Caltech to mentor those students and ended up finding out that placing the components near one another in a microfluid platform worked! I could never even think like that, you are fascinating."

Spencer had never met someone who knew so much about him, let alone someone who was genuinly interested in what he did. Outside of his official career.

Y/n's face was slowly getting more read as she kept talking.

"I'm so sorry, I'm probably totally overwhelming you." She said with a nervous laugh.

"No no!" His hands flew up in surrender. "I'm just kind of fascinated that you know all of this stuff." His hand flew to his mouth in regret immediatly. "That sounded very sexist, that's not how I meant it. You just look a little young to know about it." Now it was his turn for a red face.

"*I'm* a little young to know about this stuff?" She scoffed lightly with a chuckle. "Says the one who graduated high school at 12."

"Touché." He nodded.

"What were you laughing at anyway, you snuck up on me like a ghost."

"Your lock screen." He pointed to her phone, the screen of course displayed a Chemistry joke.

*What do you do with a sick chemist?*

*If you can't helium, and you can't curium, then you might as well barium.*

"Do you have a job that deals with Chemistry?"

"Uh, not yet. I just graduated last year, from here actually." Her hands gestured around the room. "I majored in Criminal Justice and minored in Psychology and Chemistry. So I'm not *that* young." She joked. "I've been trying to land a job but it's proving to be pretty hard." She gave a slightly sad smile.

"That's incredible! Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" He was invested in this interesting girl now, he wanted to soak up everything about her and her pretty eyes and gorgeous smile.

"I'm 26."

*Perfect.* He thought.

"Also," his eyes glanced at his watch. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"Around 15 ish minutes now. I like to be punctual" She shrugged.

"Is it still punctual if you're 10 minutes early?" Dr. Reid teased with a smile. This made a smile creep onto her face and her eyes rolled.

"I just wanted a good seat to listen to my favorite Doctor." She replied nonchalantly. It took her off guard how flirtatious and confident she was being all of the sudden, not that either of them minded it.

"That is a valid reason." He nodded at her and pointed his thumb behind him. "I actually have to get going, we ar going over the cases a last time before we present them to the crowd."

"Not that you need it with that Eidetic memory of your Dr. Reid." She grinned. He chuckled back with a big smile, she knew a lot about him, it was flattering.

"Trust, me it's not my choice to go over it a million times." She waved aslt him as he turned to the exit door. Right before he got to the door he whipped around, looking at her again. "You can call me Spencer by the way." Y/n threw up the 'OK' symbol with her hands and his her face behind her book as he stumbled into the door.

*What a girl. How am I going to do this whole presentation in front of her?*

But he did fine. In Y/n's eyes he did *perfect*.

Towards the end of the seminar, the group was giving out their business cards. They went row by row, take one pass it on. But Spencer's was delivered personally. She flipped it over to see a number on the back. He looked at her as she flipped the number side to him, tapping on it and winking.

Y/n watched as the woman she now knew as Emily Prentiss nudged his shoulder and waved at you.

*She hoped to get to know all these people very well.*

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #mgg fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Ground Control To Us

Sobbe social media au 6.10

Chapter 6.9

"You're not going to say my name and hang up on me again right?"

Sander usually hates when the curtains aren't blocking the light from his open windows but today, he pushed them away himself, made all the street light come in his room, on his bed, consuming him with his very thin blanket that he didn't even have on his body properly. His phone is sitting beside him, AirPods in his ears, even if he isn't hearing anything from them.

It's been like that for the past five minutes already. With the person on other side of the phone, from other side of the city, being silent, only listening to him talk until he can get ready and build up his courage to speak up, and Sander doesn't really mind. He can hear him breathing, he knows he's there.

The day started all right but as it got more bright out and the sun started going up, the things dramatically changed. Even his medicines weren't working and he ran out of them, went to get it but apparently his medical receipt date has also ran out and the pharmacist didn't give him. So he called his doctor, which he found out that was on a holiday and his colleague couldn't sign it of for him because of some dumb rules. He suggested doing and sending it online but it wouldn't be possible until tomorrow so for today he had to be without his meds. He sometimes goes without taking them but that never has a good result so he tries to do everything he can for his health, it's not like he can go without them now if he wants, since his mom and Senne always checks if he took them, which he's pretty grateful because sometimes, when he's very hype and energetic, he forget he needs them.

The worst thing about taking the medication frequently is getting used to it, like a drug, which it really is, in some kind of way, he's depend on it and it kills him when he realizes, like right now, that he can't live without them anymore.

So, the day wasn't already going well. Then he had a meeting with his manager and he completely destroyed him with questions and discussions. No matter how many times Sander said that he wanted to continue studying his art, he would attack him and try to change his mind. Sander already lost a year because of that and now he couldn't handle losing another one. After hours of talking and both of them saying their own thing and not agreeing with one other, he told Sander that they would discuss it later and he still had almost a month before the first semester would start if he wanted to keep making art and he kicked him out.

Sander knows he wants what's good for him but he can't help it, drawing is more important for him than singing so he's pretty sure, he will do whatever he wants in the end and not the other way around.

He also hit him with "you won't get any new contract if you decide to end it now. No more new songs, no more albums, no more band. You're not deciding this for yourself but for Senne too. I'm sure he wants to continue his music career. You just started getting more and more recognized, it's going so well and you have a big potential, why do you want to throw all that away from some paintbrushes?"

Sander almost kicked him in the jaw.

The other problem he ran into on the way back home was the rain. Not a single taxi stopped for him since probably all of them were full because of the weather and he had to walk all the way back home in a pouring rain for at least an hour, only to find out that his dumb head forgot his keys since when he left, his friend was at home and now, Senne went somewhere and he was locked out.

He called him and Senne told him that the maximum time he could come back home was two hours.

Sander tried finding if their landlord was at the building, he wasn't, so no extra keys could be used to get him inside and he waited outside, on his own doorstep until his friend came back and opened the door for him.

At least he got dry while sitting on a very cold stairs.

He thought that all his misery for today was over but no, the water decided to get extremely freezing when he was showering and he couldn't heat it up so when he was finished, his whole body was shivering and shaking.

He drank a hot tea.

It was kind of iconic since he was the one who decided that the day shouldn't be great after he couldn't get his medication. Originally he was in charge of his own moods but when the world just doesn't want you to have a good day, what can you do about it?

The other half was a little better, probably because he just stayed at home and there wasn't a lot of things that could possibly go wrong then.

And now he was on his head, it was almost eleven in the evening and he was on the phone with his Robbe.

Maybe the day started pretty bad but it could end differently?

When he realized that the only thing he knew that would turn this day upside down, he got even more upset. Since all he wanted to do was to see Robbe but he knew the boy wasn't ready for that and there would be no way, he'd agree. But then he also realized another thing, got his courage and asked him if he could talk to him.

Sander thinks that Robbe only agreed just because he was feeling bad but honestly, he'd take anything right now.

He could see that Robbe wasn't so sure about it at first but in the end, couldn't say no to him and maybe Sander is a little bit selfish and egoistic but he got happy he could use his horrible mood to make Robbe talk to him.

He was alright with taking things slow but sometimes it was killing him. He's not a very patient guy, he wants things when he wants and gets mad and sad like a littler toddler when he can't get them.

But even if he couldn't change his inner self, with Robbe, it was different. He respected his choices and he was ready to wait his whole life for him.

Sander still couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

Robbe warned him that he wouldn't be able to speak up for some time, and Sander was okay with that. It's been almost ten minutes since they started calling and the only person who has been talking was Sander. It got to the place where he was just thinking out loud, but he knew Robbe was listening, listening pretty closely too, to his every word and his voice's every tone, it made Sander feel pretty special.

But no matter how much he wanted to hear Robbe's voice again, now that it would be speaking directly at him, he was patient.

When he realized that Robbe was indeed pretty serious when he said that he wouldn't be able to say something, he let out a little laugh and told him that was alright and if he wasn't talking, he would do all the talking until he was ready and Sander was doing exactly that.

It was already a pretty big deal for both of them to be in that exact place that they are, right now and Sander didn't want to push him.

That's exactly what he was thinking about when he said:

"I'm sorry if you weren't ready for that and I made you. I hoped that after hearing that I wasn't feeling well, you wouldn't be able to say no to me. I used that fact and I feel guilty about it. I shouldn't have done that. I can't help but wonder if I'm pushing you hard? I know something I can be very pushy and I have already told you this but I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, I really didn't want to do that and I'm sorry. I just really wanted to get my mind off of things and the only way I would really be able to do that is if I'd talk to you. Shit, I'm sure I made you feel weird. You're probably thinking about the time when you will be able to hang up and go to sleep and I'm so sorry for that. It makes me feel bad and I -

A soft and quiet "stop" could be heard from the other side of the line, but Sander was so out that he didn't even notice. Even if he did, he'd think he didn't hear it since he was pretty sure that in the end it would be only him, who would talk their whole call.

"Sometimes I do this thing where I completely ignore all the people and their wishes. It's not like it's my choice or I want to do it, it just kind of happens and when I realize that I did it, it's already too late and the person is upset with me. If they know about my thinking and stuff they just look at me with pity, you know? Like I can literally see "oh you poor and damaged thing" in their eyes and it always brings me down so hard that I can't get up on my feet for the next few days and that usually make their pity stronger. And if they don't know, well, let's just say that they immediately think that I'm a jerk and I don't care about other people's feelings. And I thought about it a lot and I'm so sorry if I made you feel like your own emotions didn't matter just because I was sad and wanted you to talk to me, maybe you thought that you couldn't say no or you didn't have a choice and I'm so sorry if that's what happened and -

"No." Another whisper but now Sander heard it loud and clear and he stopped in the mid sentence. His eyes were closed all this time, his arms behind his head, laying on his back, relaxed, so sure that he wouldn't get blessed with hearing the other boy's voice that he even didn't expect for him to make a sound and when he heard it, his eyes went wide and he sat up a little bit.

"What?" He asked, making sure if he really heard something or if his mind, filled with the desire to hear Robbe, was pulling tricks on him.

"Did you say something or am I going crazy?" When he heard a little cough, his eyes started shining, he could feel, Robbe was getting ready to say another word and he was now sure, he heard him just right.

"I said no." Robbe stopped and Sander waited, patiently, giving him all the time in the world that he needed and after a few minutes, Robbe continued, now sounding more sure and confident which made Sander smile.

"You didn't push me or anything like that. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable. And you shouldn't think that way. You and I, talking, is the best thing I could have asked for and you have no idea how thankful I am."

Sander is melting, he feels like the earth around him just moved and he got sucked to the ground, on his bed, the gravity pulling him down, he's spinning.

Just a few sentence and Sander can't get enough, he wants to hear more, he needs to hear more.

Fuck, he is so in love, there aren't enough words in this whole world, in every language's dictionary to explain the emotion he is feeling right now.

And when Robbe didn't stop, Sander is sure, he almost died.

"I was scared, I still am. And all this is so crazy and weird for me, just hearing you, the voice I have known almost my whole life and the voice I can't seem to live without and it's not just your voice, it's you, in flesh, talking, it's you, talking to me and no matter how much time will pass, I don't think I will be able to wrap my head around that and accept it. This means so much. If I can do at least something little to make you feel better is so much for me. And I'm not doing this just for you, I'm also doing this for me because I want it. And just never, ever think that you're too much or you make me feel uncomfortable. If I promised that I'd tell you if you made me feel bad, even if I know for sure, that it's impossible, I also want you to promise that you will stop judging and pushing yourself too hard. It's fine, you're fine, and we're fine, alright? I think I used, the word "fine" too much but you got what I said right?"

Sander is in a very big trouble, in a very big mess that he will never be able to get himself out of. And he doesn't want to.

Because if being this starstruck and in love means hearing Robbe talk to him, with his angelic and beautiful voice, he's ready to risk it all.

He's guilty that he didn't hear the half of the things he said, no matter how much he wanted, he just couldn't get over the fact that Robbe was talking to him. He got pulled into his voice so fast and hard that he forgot about everything else in his live, all his problems, all his pain.

Everything was pointless, just Robbe and his voice.

Fuck, Sander has it so hard.

He managed to hear the last part which made him laugh.

"I can't wrap my head around your cuteness. I wish I could see you now, getting all serious with me."

Robbe went quiet immediately and Sander was about to ask if he went in too deep when he heard Robbe taking a breath.

"I also wish I could see you now. Where are you?"

Sander smiled, being proud that he was talking back to him and it just hit him, they were having a conversation, on the phone, in real life.

"Why so you can imagine me?"

It obviously was a joke, his mood shifted drastically in the past hour but when Robbe said "yeah" Sander was taken a back.

He got a little surprised and blinked a few times.

Damn, he forgot how step forward this boy was with him when he opened up before he found out the truth.

"Well, I'm in my room and I'm -

"Describe it for me." Robbe interrupted him which again came shocking to Sander but he quickly got over it.

He got so happy that he started opening up.

"The walls are soft orange color, it's more of a brown tone and it's light. I have a lot of my favorite posters and music albums in a glass frame, hanging up on them. The bed I'm on right now is standing in the middle of the room, and I have a big closet on my right and a window on my left. In front of a bed, there is a huge desk/table, and a little storage cabinets for art supplies and more clothes. Next to the table, in the corner of a room I keep my guitars, I had four but Senne broke one of them and now it's only three. I don't have a carpet on the floor. Oh, I also have a mirror next to the table, and of course the door, which is almost always slightly open, because since I was a child, I wasn't able to sleep with the door full closed, it makes me feel claustrophobic. Does this answer your question?"

"It does. I always wondered what your room looked like."

Sander wanted to say "now you know" but for some reason, he decided to stay quiet and for some time, both of them were laying down in silence.

This was the best silence Sander has even been a part of.

Comfortable, soft, real.

Sander was about to ask Robbe about his room when he was greeted with a question himself.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel great now that you're here." He said since it was the truth. It was insane how this one boy could turn everything around for him and he didn't even know it.

The sad voice answered him with "I'm not there though." And Sander could literally hear how much that sentence hurt and tried to reassure him.

"Maybe not now, but someday you will. I can guarantee you."

Sander heard Robbe giggled and that's the most amazing sound he has heard all his pathetic life.

"What?" He didn't say anything funny, it made him feel a little insecure that Robbe laughed no matter how much he enjoyed the sound.

"Nothing. You just sound like me when I say something like 'if not here, in the other universe' and it made me happy."

It made him happy. I made him happy.

Sander is definitely on cloud nine, he just feels so much that he's afraid, his heart will explode.

"You never really talked about that with me after that one time."

Of course Sander remembers the exact date Robbe shared it with him.

"About what?"

"The universe thing?"

"Ohh." The realization came to him faster than ever and he laughed again.

What was that boy trying to do to Sander? Murder him in his room by that laugh?

"Well, you know the multi universe theory?"

Sander hummed and closed his eyes again, completely relaxing, this was going better than anything he could have even imagined.

"It's based on a theory that the time is just a dimension, illusion. And there are all those parallel universes and we all, with our existence and problems are so small compared to them. And when you make a choice, the universe splits. But even if whatever you decided, won't happen in here, there is this place, where you're doing exactly that, so in some way, you kind of get to live and experience everything. For example, I'm sure, we're also talking right now somewhere, in another universe, but something is slightly different, maybe curtains are a different color. It makes me calm down when I'm panicking or when I'm sad, imagining that I'm not alone, that I'm not the only Robbe." He got silent for a few seconds and then his voice changed from serious lecturing and amazement to excited. "You know what that means?" He didn't let Sander say anything and answered his own question.

"That means that there are other Sanders as well. Maybe one of them is only a singer and one of them only an artist. Maybe one of them is a dancer? Have you ever tried dancing? My friend is dancing, we always make fun of him in a jokingly manner but he's really good.

Oh wait, maybe there is a universe right now, that we're still talking but instead of it being on a phone, we're sitting right next to each other. There are a lot of options to chose from. And I'm sure all of them are great. I just want to believe that I'm infinite. That we're infinite."

Sander has thought about that once or twice in the past but he always made himself believe that the life was more like a movie, with the person being in charge of directing it and choosing how it would go.

That way of living is pretty stressful and now, listening to Robbe, Sander realized how much a safe place that kind of thinking was. Robbe was telling him that he didn't have to worry and no matter what he did, the life would always go on itself and when it went downhills, he didn't have to blame his self. That would definitely push some weight out of his shoulders.

It sounded like a heaven, perfect, calm, stable.

Sander has been thinking about that for so long that he didn't even notice when Robbe stopped talking, still hearing his voice in his ears.

And when he realized it, Robbe was already attacking him with questions.

"Did you fall asleep on me?"

Sander smiled. That boy would be the death of him. The way he sounded so small and quiet, unsure and soft at the same time.

"Is my voice that boring?" Sander was trying so hard not to laugh. He decided to stay silent just to see what he'd say and it didn't take Robbe long so start worrying.

"I'm gonna kill you if you did. No! What should I do now. Fuck, if you're really asleep I will lose my mind. Like do I hang up now or? I don't want to hang up." His voice was getting faster and it almost made Sander crack up.

"Come on. You couldn't possibly fall asleep on me. Oh god, did I talk so much?" Sander was waiting for one thing and after a few minutes of silence, when he was almost sure that Robbe would hang up, he got what he wanted.

"Sander!"

He couldn't hold it anymore and laughed. He heard a little "you" from Robbe, he didn't finish it, just "you."

Him.

"No I didn't feel asleep but I couldn't help but notice, that falling asleep with your voice in my ears every day would be a heaven. I was just listening you talk since I'm in love with your voice. And I also wanted to hear you call my name."

Sander was so sure that the boy would shut down by this compliment as he always does but today he was making Sander surprised. And a surprise was an understatement when Robbe spoke up.

"I really want to hug you but you're so far."

Is it possible to fall in love even more after hearing that? Cause Sander is sure, somehow he did.

* * *

The clock was spinning way too fast but none of the boys noticed it. When the sky from their windows started to get lighter, their conversations could still be heard.

Sander doesn't remember a lot from the last minutes that he fell asleep but he remembers this one moment, so clearly, as if it was a scene, the part from his favorite movie of all time.

He was already drifting off when his sleepless mind dared and asked, tried to say everything he wanted to say with that one question.

"You know what I wish for, right now?"

He asked that right before he asked Robbe if he could call him.

His wish list would never be satisfied, specially with Robbe.

"Hm?" Sander could hear that the other boy was also struggling with staying awake.

Sander opened and closed his eyes for the last time that day.

"That we were somewhere else, together."

He got a little worried that Robbe fell asleep when he didn't get any answer back but after a while, the boy mumbled.

"Where?"

Sander doesn't know where.

"Somewhere. Somewhere far away from here."

Somewhere in the other universe.

Even if his deep sleep, he still got worried that he crossed some kind of line so he added.

"Would you mind that?"

And that's the last thing he remembered.

If Sander stayed conscious for more fifteen seconds, he'd hear Robbe's acceptance, his agreement, his desire.

"No. I'd never mind that, Sander." The morning has official started and the birds started singing, the first light of sun climbing out of the horizon.

"In fact, I wish that too."

Chapter 7.1

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