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#anyway so i had a breakdown at work and ended up crying in front of everyone which was very not fun
kentosbabes · 11 months
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D for an A.
Professor Nanami who walked into class on the first day not expecting to see you, you had met previously at a party hosted by one of his college friends. But there you are, sitting in his lecture hall with a pen in your pretty mouth. Nanami remembered you vividly, your aura and beauty brought men from all ends of the house to right in front of you. He can remember the drunk kids you shared on a dare. Nanami can see you conversing with another classmate of yours, your head flogging back with a laugh on your lips.
Professor Nanami hated how you made him feel like a blushing schoolgirl. He feels an unbridled desire for you, it shakes him to his very core. He knows he shouldn’t like you like that. It’s wrong, its perverse, you’re so innocent and naive to the ways of an older man. He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you, which is becoming an increasingly difficult way to suppress his emotions. Nanami fucks his fist with your name on his tongue and your face flicking through his mind in a post-orgasmic state. It makes it much harder to see you the next day for class.
He was nervous, Professor Nanami asked you to stay back after a mock exam. He noticed you haven’t been yourself for a couple days, your usually high exam results have taken a hit. You’re one of his more intelligent students, so seeing you do so bad? It infuriated him. He knows you can do better so that was probably why he asked you to stay back. “I’m disappointed in you and your attitude to my class, do you feel like you don’t have to try so hard because you get good results anyways in the real thing?” Your eyes start to well up and Nanami realises you might actually cry in front of him, “I just want to know why, that’s all, so I can best support you.”
Professor Nanami was shocked when you told him the that the reason why you weren’t doing so well was because of you break up with your boyfriend. You broke it off mutually due to compatibility reasons but it didn’t hurt any less. Nanami was only wishing that he could make you feel better, perhaps go down on you or fuck you till you forget his name and who he was.
It was awkward for Professor Nanami and you after your random breakdown in his office, he was strangely an excellent listener. The kiss you shared at the party was initiated by the crowd chanting and the haziness from the hella drinking you did for your friend's birthday. You assumed he'd want to bring it up but all he gave you were lustful stares when he thought you weren't watching, but you would have to be blind to not notice his darkening gaze when you spoke or looked at him.
You confer with your friend about Professor Nanami and she aptly suggests you need a rebound and he seems single and ready to fuck. Thus began operation D for an A. Nanami noticed a lack of effort on your part in his class work, he asked around and it seemed like this was an issue in his class and his class alone. What was different about him? He told you to stay back to discuss your recent performance in class.
Professor Nanami looked good enough to eat, your plan was simple, to fuck him and rebound from your ex. Hopefully, he's down as well. He asked you to stay back and you hope he's finally gotten the hints you have been giving him all week, including the dropped items you bent down to get and sucking all manners of items like pens and lollipops. He locked the door, "Darlin' we need to talk about your grades." You look up at him and decide to be a brat, "well, have I been a bad girl? Maybe you need to punish me?"
Professor Nanami was not expecting this at all. His eyebrows raised to his hairline, you wanted him? Why? You were under a decade his junior. He stepped forward and put your chin in between his index finger and thumb. "Oh really?" He teased, he would think about the practicalities of this relationship later, right now you're too irresistible for him to resist. You lean in to kiss him and it is nothing you have ever felt before, the sheer practice and experience made you feel out of your depth.
His cock twitched at the thought of you cucking on his dick like you teased him with that god-forsaken lollipop. Lord knows how you pictured yourself on your knees sucking Professor Nanami's cock in his office. The thrill of getting caught somehow made you even wetter if that was possible. You don't know what prompted you to be so promiscuous, but this worked for him. You closed the gap between you and started to unbuckle his trousers, looking up through your eyelashes for permission.
Professor Nanami nodded and you pulled his black boxers down alongside his trousers. His cock was hardening under your touch, it was like nothing you have ever seen before, definitely, the largest you have ever sucked. You wonder if it's even going to fit in your mouth. His grunts and groans sound melodic to you as you kitten-lick him to get used to his size. You breathe through your nose, a tip learnt from your friends but never got to use due to your ex's uselessness in bed. Taking a breath and sucking, deep-throating him. Your cheeks hollowing and tears streaking your face almost made him cum right there and then.
Professor Nanami could've taken you right there on his desk, but he wanted to take his time with you and fuck you senselessly so you forget that ex-boyfriend of yours. He could feel himself drawing to a close, right on the edge, "Doll, I'm going to cum," he pauses, "good girls swallow, can you do that for me? hm?" He throws his head back with a whine caught in his throat, you swallowed. You actually swallowed his seed because he asked, the image of white cum leaking out of your mouth and streaked makeup could've made him fuck you right there.
You ask Professor Nanami for a second round at his place. "Obviously, I still need to fuck you so well you forget his name."
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ratskinsuit · 15 days
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—𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝐿𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔—
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“You are Vox’a personal assistiant, and recently him and Valentino had a rough fight, leaving Vox a wreck”
Tags/Warning: Dark content, Mentally unstable Vox, Unhealthy behaviors, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Mentions of unhealthy/toxic relationships,Mental breakdowns, Self harm mentions, Slight assault, Crying, Unhealthy dependency, Abandonment issues, Violence, Manipulation mentions, no use of Y/N, not x reader but can be portrayed that way, implied Valentino x Vox
A/N: I have never written full angst (nad I’m shit at comforting) so I hope that this is okay, PLEASE READ THE TAGS. And enjoy!
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You are Vox’s personal assistiant at Vox Tech. You died around 3 years ago in a fatal head-on collision car crash, your airbags had failed and it resulted in you smashing through your front windshield.
You honestly don’t know how you ended up here in hell, you thought you did pretty well in life. I mean yes you messed up a bit, but so hasent? You never did anything that you considered to be completely sinful, such as murder, rape, ect-
Even with your predicament, you knew you went just going to sit there, so you accepted your situation pretty fast. You found a simple abandoned apartment that you spruced up a bit to make it livable, and made your way by scrapping together whatever cash or opportunities you could find. After while of growing adjusted and learning the ways around hell, you decided to try getting a job. Specifically as a computer tech, as it was your job before you died, so you thought it would be a job you could do well.
And of course, the best place you though of what Vox Tech. Even though you heard of the torment that the overlords, the Vees, would put their workers through, but honestly you didn’t mind, you just needed something to live off of. Even if it was temporary, you were going to make sure not to do anything stupid.
So you applied for a position there and hoping that you got the job. But sadly they said you just weren’t quite fit for the position you were applying for, and you guess that the lady felt bad for you, because before you could leave she let you know that the overlord of the part you were applying for, Vox, was looking for a personal assistiant.
Of course you hesitated at first, but ended up accepting the job anyways, mainly because the perks and the pay were pretty great. However before you answered to accept, the hiring personnel said that the last personal assistiant was no longer working here is because they got in the way of Vox after him and Valentino had a fight. Yet, you chose to ignore that fact, planning on this being a temporary job.
So, you started working for him. At first, he treated you like actual shit. He would order you around like a dog, yelling at you anytime you messed up, and even if you didn’t, he would find a reason. He acted as if you weren’t even a human being. Your suprised he didn’t kill hou.
After a while, you grew used to it, somehow keeping yourself from getting killed by learning the boundaries. Making sure to do what he says and keeping away as much as you can.
However one day, you heard that Valentino and Vox had a particularly bad fight. Still, you had to go to work and serve him, so you had headed to his office. When you got there though, you found him sobbing and curled up on the floor in a ball, trembling.
Of course when he saw you he screamed at you to get out, but even though danger was staring at straight at your face, you were a naturally empathetic person.
So you went over to him and asked him what was wrong, and at first he threatened and yelled and screamed at you. But when he found you weren’t leaving, he just broke down.
You spent the next couple hours listening as he rants attentively, and soothing him. After that you two grew closer, still within a boss and worker status, but closer as friends.
You learned all the ways to help him through his breakdowns and comfort him. He would often confide in you and you would listen, making him feel better.
The fights between him and his boyfriend never stopped but you made it much better. He eventually stopped fighting and just let you hold him.
However recently, they had the worst fight they ever have had before. And it ended with Valentino leaving. At first it seemed like Val throwing his normal fist, but he didn’t show after a week, or another, or another. After 3 weeks he showed up but would completely ignore vox, and this honestly broke him.
From what you could tell he’s been burrowing himself in his work, and has been completely emotionless to cope recently, and taht scared you. Because you know that sometime soon, he would break and it would all come crashing down.
So your currrently one your way to his office with a plate of snacks, icecream, and some tea. You heard from your coworkers he hasent been out of his office all day, so your wondering if he finally cracked.
You reach the end of the hallway, landing you infront of Vox’s door. You hesitate, wondering if it was better to know and say something to alert him of your presence, or to just open the door and then have him realize it’s you right away.
After a moment of pondering, you decide it’s easier to go with the latter. Grasping the handle, you turn it and push the door open, making a whooshing sound.
Once open, you take a step in and open your mouth to speak. But before you could, Vox snaps his head to the door, giving a death glare.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, just coming in wit-“ His anger dies down as he recognizes you, and his tense form relaxes a bit.
“Shit, sorry didn’t uh.. realize it was you.,” He mourners, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit. He glances away, resting his hands back his desk, before looking back at you.
You give him a small smile, and glance around the room, a bit suprised at the state of him and his surroundings. His face looks tired and a bit glitchy, small colorful pixels appearing and disappearing on the edge of his screen. His head has some wires sticking out of tear sun places. Other parts are dented and scraped, from what you assume was him banging his head against the seat and scratching at himself.
His jacket is laying on the floor a couple feet away from where he is seated. His bow tie seated next to the dozens of coffee cups that litter his desk. His clothes are wrinkled and messed up. His shirt halfway done and seemily hastily put on.
There is trash all around his desk, strewn about. His trash can is full, papers filling it to the brim. Random wires are hung all around the room, hanging from the ceiling and the floor, some torn and other fully put together. All around his chair and his desk is glass. Broken pieces everywhere, but Vox doesn’t seem to care, as he’s gone back to looking at his cameras.
The most disturbing part being his monitors. All but three are broken. They seem to have been broken by having things thrown at them. You assume he threw the lights, as there are random stage lights on the floor and on his desk with the broken glass. Well at least you know where the glass came from.
On the remaining cameras are three scenes. Alastor’s radio tower, the entrance to the building, and Valentinos room.
Vox stares at the cameras, unblinking and staring up like it’s hypnotizing him, like he’s unable to look away. Not even seeming to notice, or care about you being there. Just stuck, his eyes glued to the screens in-front of him.
You hesitate, taking a deep breath, and then you slowly walk over to where Vox is at his desk, he doesn’t seem to realize or care that your coming over to him until you reach him, and begin to speak .
“Vox.. is everything okay?..” you ask softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and he flinches, glancing at you.
“Yes of course I’m fucking fine, just peachy terrific even.” He says with a glare. “Why would you think otherwise?” He says turning away from you back to the screen, obviously trying to hide it.
You take a deep breath, “You just seem to be a bit ..strung up right now, is…” You hesitate, not wanting to anger him or get him more stressed then he already is. But you don’t want him to stay in this cycle of depression that he gets into occasionally.
It usually is triggered when him and Val would have fights. The would scream at eachother, saying nasty things and throwing random items at eachother. And would usually only end once one of them left, which was almost always Valentino.
For the first hour after the fight, Vox would seem fine. Just a bit more angry and pissy, getting riled up over teh smallest of things. Whether it be someone messing up on some paperwork or their job, pe an employee simply tripping. But during those periods it’s best for the workers to avoid him. You, however, just stay by his side the entire time, waiting for it to all come crashing down.
After a while he would just fall. Once alone he would just start crying, and crying, and crying. You would hold him and comfort him, as he rocked and sobbed in your arms. He would go through stages of being completely silent and unmoving, not wanting to talk, sitting with a blank look on his face. To crying and screaming, calling Valentino over and over again apologizing. To anger, yelling and shouting at anybody that moves, leaving angry voicemails into Val’s inbox.
Of course, you would stay with him the entire time. He may yell, scream, or even try to hurt or threaten you at times. But you knew he coudlent help it, he was in an unstable mindset. So the entire time you would try to comfort him.
So not wanting to throw him into that phase at the moment, you chose your next words carefully. “How are you dealing with… Valentino leaving..? Is everything okay, anything you need? I can get you, or do to he- you begin, but are cut off by Vox snapping his neck to you.
He just stares at you for a moment, maintaining eye contact. The two of you staring at eachother in silence, neither of you breaking eye contact in this silent staring contest.
Suddenly, he breaks out into laughter. He puts a hand against his face, chest bubbling with loud laughter. And not normal laughter, this was hysterical, full of instability. His eyes wide and blown out.
It echos in the room, bouncing against the walls as his chest heaves, while he continues laughing loudly. You stand there, frozen in shock from his sudden outburst. Your going to be honestly, it kind of freaked you out.
After a couple of minutes, he swipes his fingers under his eyes as to wipe away tears. His manic laughter now slowed down to giggles, as he breathed heavily, a wide grin of his face. “I-of course I’m fine, haha… why wouldn’t I be!? I’m perrrfectly okay, heh heh…” He says, his grin widening as you stand there in-front of him unmoving.
“I’m fineeeee, I don’t know what the FUCK your talking about, I’m okay, why? Do I not seem okay!?” He begins, his tone slowly beginning to become more on edge. “Why!? Do you think one thing is fucking wrong with me..!? Why the hell would you think something is wrong with me.!?” He says, beginning to raise his voice as he pushes his chair away from the cameras and stands up suddenly, palms to the desk.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all, I just mean that … you tend to get a bit…. Upset when you and Val-“ You try to start, but he interrupts you, anger forming on his face.
“IM NOT UPSET. if- if anything, I’m glad that he’s gone, for once I can actually focus on my work without that dick sucking bitch in my face all the time.” he hisses, starting to stalk over to you, a predatory glint in his eyes, full of malice and anger.
You talk a couple steps back as he starts to get closer. “Why are you backing up? What!? Are you fucking scared??!” He growls lowly, and before you can respond, you blink and he’s in front of you, towering over your form, and you gasp in surprise, not expecting that, stumbling back a bit.
“Why are you scared? Haha, I’m not going to hurt you.” He snickers, looking you up and down. “but Maybe. Maybe I will, havent decided yet “He says, clicking his tongue and tilting his head.
“V…vox you don’t seem to be in the right state of mind right now… why don’t we just sit down and-“ before you finish your slammed into the wall, knocking the breath out of you. Once your burry vision clears you see Vox above you, teeth bared, eyes glaring holes into you as he has you pinned to the wall.
“I.am.fine.!” he says, punctuating each word by pulling you to him and pushing you back into the wall with each word hissed out at you with venom. And you try to prevent your head from bashing against the wall.
You look down fro a moment once he stops, and he suddenly grabs your chin with his fingers, claws digging into your cheeks, drawing blood, and he turns your face to look at him. His eyes blazing into yours. “Don’t you dare fucking look away from me, I’m speaking to you, fucking LOOk AT ME..” He yells, blood getting onto his claws from the gash on your cheek, further smearing it.
You stare at him in terror, realizing that Val really fucked him up. He giggles at the fear in your eyes, smirking. “Awe, are you scar-scared? Hm? That’s fucking hilarious hehe…” he giggles maniacally, eyes wises and blown out as he looks at you.
He stroked your cheek with his thumb as he doesn’t break eye contact. “What to do to you… hm..” he looks at you with hysteria Im his eyes, he’s trembling slightly.
“I could, gut you…” He says, scratching your face with his index finger, leaving a bleeding gash on your face and you gasp, earning you a chuckle. “Hang your intestines alllll across the door like a fucking birthday bash.” He says, grin somehow stretching wider.
“No no, that would kill you ro quick, how about a boy of waterboardung before that? Ha?” He snickers, “oh maybe I could choke you? Or or or, you know what would be fun? Shoving firecrackers down your throat and lighting them.” He says, smiling with sadistic glee as you stare in horror.
If course whenever he goes into these stages, he sometimes threatens to hurt you, but never this gruesome, and honestly, your wondering if coming here this early was a good idea.
“Oh so many posibilityyysss,..!” He sings, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you against him, your arms uncomfortably pushed against his chest. And he leans into your neck whispers into your ear.
“Soo many options…” he hums, giggling lowly as he burys his face into the crook of your neck, soft giggling can be heard from him. You stand there as he mutters to himself, keeping you in his embrace as your terrified of why he will do to you.
After a minute his giggling ceases and you can’t her him murmuring anymore but he’s not letting you go.
You hope that maybe he’s calmed down a bit and you can get him to sit down, but before you can open your mouth you begin to hear soft sniffles coming from him.
You feel wetness begin to run down your shoulder, and it becomes apparent that he’s stated crying. You crane your neck to look at his face, seeing his eyes clenched shut as eas fall from his cheeks.
You sigh, knowing you can’t do anything at the moment to get him out of this state without further digging him deeper.
So instead you go for the safer option as your boss sobs into your neck. You rub soothing circles into his back and shush him as he grips onto you tightly as if your going to lean e him. “Hey hey… your okay.. sh… that’s it let it out..” you sooth and he cries harder.
He begins to let his body go limp, the two on your sliding onto the floor. His sitting inbetween your legs, face still burried into the crook of your neck as you embrace him comfortingly.
“wh-at-zz wrong- mi- with me..” he cries, rocking back in forth in your arms and you just let him, trying to support his weight while not getting crushed.
You slowly push his face away from your shoulder, him looking absolutely wrecked. Tears somehow coming through the screen and dripping down his face. A look of desperation on his features as he scans your face. “Shh… nothing is wrong with you, your just overwealmed that’s all..” you say, putting your hand out and he rests his head in it, sniffling.
“…r-e-eally…?” He asks and you nod, patting his back. You hear him let out shakes breaths as he clings to you, head burried in your neck while you comfort him.
“Don’t worry… I’m not going to leave you..” you say, and he seems to relax a bit more at that statement.
After a couple minutes of sitting like that, him resting against you as you soothe him. You notice he has seemed to calm down a bit, no longer trembling and his beating has evened out. But his fans are still going haywire, trying to cool him down. And his body is overheating h excessively.
So you wait a minute and decide you are going to get him some icepacks and a fan to help him cool off.
So you carefully push him off, and he gives you a confused look. His eyes widening in fear as you stand up. And he goes to acramble afte him but you just motion for him to sit back down. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to get you a fan and some ice packs, your overheating and we need to get your temperature down.” You say.
You turn around, starting to head to the door. And you assume that he is okay with it, because your almost at the door and you hadn’t heard any footsteps.
As you go to step out you are suddenly tackled to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. Your flipped over to see Vox straddling you, teeth bared and eyes widened in anger.
“Why the FUCK are you trying to leave me!?”
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A/N: Sorry I’ve been dead 🙃 I have no motivation, and I have been very busy recently. I have like 25 requests to do so I will start working on those soon, but try not to be be too expectant. Also this was kind of just something I thought of randomly, this is just Pt. 1 I have plans for what happens after but idk if i should do a pt 2., what do you all think? Also this has so many grammar and spelling misstated because I just wanted to get it out soon, so I will be coming back later to fix them.
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irrelevantwriter · 9 months
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Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Touchstarved!Female Reader/You
Rating: SFW, Angst, Comfort
Warnings: Language, angst, comfort, family shit, mentions of sick/divorced parents, touch-starved reader 
Word Count: 2263
Summary: An emotional moment gets the best of you. Eddie comforts you and realizes you need more than encouraging words.
A/N: I made myself cry writing this so I hope you hoes appreciate it. I went with a reader who was having a bit of an emotional breakdown and who also happened to be going through it. Oh, and touch starved. Which is coincidentally what the title of this fic is in Latin. Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗
Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.
Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.
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Tears pooled in your eyes. A sob simmered just under the surface, but you did your best to hide it. You sniffled, taking a deep breath in. The action had little effect. Your lashes were still dotted with wetness, your mascara no doubt transferring to the skin under your eyes.
You shook your head, willing yourself to stop. Crying at work was the last thing you wanted to be doing. It was embarrassing, especially around a group of men who didn’t have the capacity to soothe a crying baby doll, much less an actual human.
You ignored the tightness in your chest and went about your evening routine of closing down the auto shop. You turned off the lights and locked the door, flipping the ancient sign in the window from OPEN to CLOSED. A few of the guys still worked in the garage, a bay left open to let the minimal summer breeze through.
You wiped away an errant tear as you made your way to the break room. You worked on autopilot, setting the coffee maker up for the morning, the men claiming to not know how the machine worked. They insisted you did it better. It was a ruse you were very much aware of, but you also didn’t mind. You did it anyway. It felt nice to be needed. Even if it was only for your subpar coffee skills.
The thought made a stream of moisture trail down your cheek, the movement startling you. Your hands shook as you bit your lip, on the cusp of a full blown crying fit. A  faint thud of boots and a melodic whistle sounded in your ears, signaling someone was approaching.
You knew that song. You knew that person.
You hurriedly turned away from the door, patting your face dry as Eddie Munson strolled in. He brought with him an aroma of motor oil and faded Old Spice, the cigarette he’d just smoked lingering on his clothes. You kept your head down, busying your hands with the coffee filters.
“Hey…didn’t know you were still here,” he offered, standing next to you at the sink.
You watched from the corner of your eye as he rinsed his coffee mug, the lettering across the front chipped and scratched. Once upon a time the piece of ceramic read Son of a Bitch with a caricature of the devil beneath it. It always made you laugh. Eddie was far from the devilish persona he liked to portray at times. He’d been the warmest and most welcoming of the bunch when you’d first started.
You cleared your throat, hoping the flood of emotions hadn’t made its way to your voice box yet, “Just finishing up.”
He nodded, placing the mug on the drying rack and making his way over to the fridge in the corner. He pulled out a can of cola, his name scrawled in black marker across the front. He always drank a soda at the end of the day. It was a habit you’d picked up on in your time as receptionist at the shop. All the guys had habits. Eddie’s habits were your favorite.
The pop and hiss of the can being opened reverberated in the otherwise empty room. He made his way back over to you, sipping loudly from the can.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Because you’ve been counting the same stack of filters since I walked in.”
Your fingers stopped, pushing said filters away. You scoffed at his observation, still not meeting his eyes. “Just distracted.”
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, grease covered forearm shifting closer.
You shook your head.
“Sweetheart,” he called softly. Too soft.
You hesitantly met his gaze, feeling silly for the outburst you’d nearly allowed yourself to have.
His eyes were warm and welcoming, his lips pulled into a tender smile, but when he noticed the redness in your own eyes and the drops clinging to your lash line, his brows furrowed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” you said with a shake of your head, wiping the evidence away.
“Did something happen?”
He reached a hand out, but didn’t touch you. He hovered over your shoulder, wanting to but not crossing that line. You were coworkers. Friends even. But you’d never touched one another. Not with intention. And when he didn’t inch closer, you realized how badly you wanted it.
“Just some stuff with my parents. It’s kind of a shit show right now,” you offered, voice betraying your real emotions.
“Can I do anything?”
You smiled up at him, heart warming at the sight of such a selfless human. You hadn’t known they still existed.
More tears came.
“Woah, what happened?” Eddie asked, brown orbs going wide with panic as he set his can of soda to the side.
You’d frightened him. You could see the worry in his face; that he’d said something wrong. It was quite the opposite.
“M’fine,” you sniffled, willing the tears to stop. But they wouldn’t. Everything rushed back to the surface, making you feel vulnerable and way too exposed.
“Says the girl sobbing in front of me,” he deadpanned.
The comment made you giggle, a hiccup following.
His expression flipped at seeing a hint of a smile on your lips. “There she is.”
You were both quiet for a moment, the hum of the appliances a constant in the background. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. Humiliation crept its way up your spine.
And then, a warm caress near your shoulder made you pause. It was slight and hardly noticeable, but you felt it nonetheless. Felt the heavy weight of his rings through your blouse as he rubbed soothing circles. Felt the hard calluses of his fingers rub against the fabric. Felt the warmth.
The unexpected contact had a duality you weren’t prepared for. Your senses came alive while your body succumbed to the comfort, relaxing in on itself. You swore you could feel every microscopic aspect of his touch. And yet it all blended together to create the most all consuming embrace.
A simple touch set you aflame.
“My dad is really sick. And my mom can’t deal with it. I’ve been helping them out. With finances and doctors appointments. But it’s not easy. Especially when my mom talks about divorcing my dad. It’s just…,” you stopped to catch your breath, feeling your lip begin to tremble. “A lot.”
Eddie didn’t say anything for a while. He’d pulled his hand away while you’d been speaking and you already missed it.
“Jesus, M’sorry sweetheart. That’s…shit,” he sighed, scratching at his stubbly chin.
You nodded at his words, laughing at his interpretation. “The shittiest,” you agreed.
You finally turned to face him, no longer hiding your tear-stricken face. You thought you saw something akin to sadness pass over his features before it was quickly wiped away.
“M’sorry,” you apologized with a self-deprecating laugh, accepting the balled up paper towel he’d torn off the roll for you.
“What’re you sorry for?”
“For crying at you. Unloading all my shit.”
“Hey,” he paused, making you meet his eyes at the seriousness in his tone. “Don’t apologize for that. You can always talk to me.”
You simply nodded, fearing words would fail you.
“I’ve never seen you cry before.”
“That’s not really unusual. I don’t have many reasons to cry most days. Despite my current predicament,” you joked, gesturing to your wet eyes and sniffly nose.
“You’ve seen me cry,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, when Brady brought that puppy he found near the creek that you wanted to adopt,” you explained with a laugh, thinking back on the memory.
“Because he wouldn’t let me,” Eddie added, pouting.
“Because you try to adopt every animal you come across.”
He shrugged, a wide smile on his lips.
“I’m not big on crying. Or emotions really,” you confessed, wringing the tattered paper towel in your hands. You avoided his gaze, but a gentle tip of your chin made his mahogany stare meet yours. He didn’t move his finger away from you. Instead, he trailed the digit up and over your cheek, cupping your face in his palm.
“This okay?” he whispered, watching you.
“Yes,” you croaked, trying hard not to let your eyes fall shut at the feel of his skin on yours.
“It’s been awhile, huh?”
The question lingered in the air, your silence a response.
“Since someone touched you like this. Like you matter.”
His words made your heart stutter, the burn behind your eyes now unbearable. Could he really see all of that just by looking at you? Could he sense it?
“I-I,” you struggled to respond, shame clouding your mind. The raw emotion of overexposure came back tenfold and you stepped away.
“Don’t. Don’t do that, sweetheart.”
“Do what?” you practically growled, hating that he was seeing you like this.
“Push me away.” He said the words like it pained him to say them.
“Don’t do that,” you threw back. “Don’t act like you care.”
“I do care.”
“Why?”
He stared at you for a long moment. So long that you became uncomfortable.
“What kind of question is that?” he asked with a shake of his head. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
He moved forward, closing the distance between you both. You fought against the urge to pull back, waiting for his next move.
He approached you as one would a wild horse. With ease and patience. He extended his hand back towards you, angling for your face. You didn’t flinch when skin met skin. Rather, you basked in it. You closed your eyes and burrowed into his heat.
“Just—just let me help you.”
You'd never heard him so desperate before.
The question was on your tongue, ready to roll off.
Why?
He could see it in your eyes.
“I like you.”
Why?
He shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”
You laughed, the sound watery and broken, but there all the same.
A single tear slid down your cheek and into his palm. His thumb lightly traced the curve of your lips, still gently cradling your cheek. You succumbed to him, too weak to deny your body of such intimacy. Because he was right. It had been too long since someone had touched you with meaning. With care. With a fragility you deserved but weren’t often afforded. Too many times you’d been dropped and broken and shattered, put back together in a half-assed attempt at mending.
“Close your eyes,” he softly demanded, his sugary laced breath hitting you in the face.
You obeyed, spine straightening when you felt his free hand land on your other cheek. You waited, anxiety soaring through your veins like the blood that pumped through them.
“S’okay,” Eddie soothed. He was closer, you could feel it. You could practically hear his heartbeat. “I got you.”
His chapped lips lightly touched yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. When you didn’t, he surged forward, kissing you none too gently. Like he’d been waiting for the chance. The notion made you melt. Melt right into his hands.
You kissed him back, albeit with less fervor. It’d been so long. And both your body and mind were struggling to play catch up. But the minute his hands drifted down to your hips, you lost yourself. Finally feeling anchored in a sea of thunderous waves.
You only pulled back when air became a necessity, realizing you’d been clinging to his stained t-shirt. You became bashful suddenly, avoiding his ever observant gaze.
“M’sorry,” he mumbled, catching you off guard.
You looked at him in question, hoping he didn’t regret what had just taken place. “For what?”
“For not doing that sooner. For everything you're going through. For the pain you’re feeling.”
The words came out jumbled and entirely too fast, but you caught every syllable. Neither of you were surprised this time when a trickle of tears escaped your eyes.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Eddie.”
He nodded, pulling you close. It wasn’t until he’d wrapped his arms around you that you realized he was hugging you. A full body hug.
His arms held you tight, but not too tight. Just enough to make you feel safe. His chin was tucked near your forehead, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest. His scent wafted through your nostrils, soothing you like a fidgety toddler.
And it worked. Oh how it worked.
“Let me take you home, yeah?” he asked into your hair, his breath making the strands move against your scalp.
“Okay.”
“I’ll stop and get you some food. Anything you want.”
His chest vibrated under you, luring you in closer. The act was physically impossible. You were as close as two people could get. And yet, you wanted more. You were utterly addicted to his touch.
He pulled back too soon for your liking, but he made up for it by dragging his lips across your forehead. You closed your eyes at the sensation, lost in it.
“You’re so pretty.”
You blinked, seeing him staring at you in what could only be described as awe.
“I’m a mess,” you replied with a shake of your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“So,” he grabbed your hand, pulling it to his chest. “You can still be pretty and a mess.”
You laughed, unable to come up with a retort. “Thank you.”
And you meant it. For more than just his words. And he somehow understood.
“No problem, sweetheart. I got you.”
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kireijae · 2 years
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ljn. 16:47pm
pairing: model!jeno x reader
genre: nonidol!au, model!jeno, fluff, hurt/comfort, fluff
warnings: reader has Insecurities but i tried not to make it annoying and immature lol, mentions of alcohol, trust issues, allusions to cheating/jealousy but not heavy at all, happy ending because i cannot do sad endings i hate them
a/n: i thought of a timestamp for jeno the hoe finally. it’s based off his nyfw escapades obvi. i also made a sabrina carpenter joke bc i had to but don’t come at me bc i love her and have actually never listened to driver’s license jfjfjd. also ignore the time thing here w flights and shit time isn’t real anyways. aaaaandd no editing bc suck my dick and also it’s over 1k words okay enjoy!
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this was not an ideal time to be grocery shopping. it was the middle of the afternoon on a day that couldn’t decide what season it was in. you’d run out of kimchi and milk. a strange combination. so you’d gone to the small grocery store on the corner of your apartment complex. the sun was bright orange, casting strange rays through the white fluffy clouds.
the grocery store was empty except for the teller and a kid who was obviously skipping school to eat ramen and…cry? understandable honestly.
your outfit was fucked to say the least; an old crop top, faded jeans that were too far gone to be fashionable and the first sneakers you found. you’d only just managed to shower and do all the basic hygiene things. no product in your hair and a star shaped pimple sticker on your right cheek. the previous night had been rough. a party at your friend’s house had turned into comforting another friend during a drunken breakdown as well as a slight cold in the morning due to the combination of freezing night air and your barely-there outfit the night before.
you stood zoning out in front of the dairy section for a few minutes before you heard a voice next to you.
“contemplating the ethics of consuming animal products?” it was jeno. fuck it was jeno.
the guy you’d been talking to. the guy you’d had a crush on since the first day you met him in a shitty club in the middle of seoul. the guy you’d found out was a famous model the night before when you were scrolling through twitter and holding your friend’s hair as she threw up. that jeno.
you huffed out a laugh. “i had a rough night last night.”
“too much to drink?” he questioned.
you looked over at him. his hair held the remnants of gel and hairspray, making it look ruffled up in the best way possible. his face was bare, though the skin around his eyes was red, likely from taking off the makeup he had on the previous day.
“more like not enough,” you replied and reached over to finally grab the milk you’d come to get in the first place. “how was new york?”
he chuckled. “so you don’t text me back but you do stalk me?” his smile nearly pushed his eyes shut, as usual. how had you not guessed he was a model?
you were suddenly overly aware of your appearance. the bright purple jacket you stole from your mom and the orange on your yoga past clashed. the crop top you wore was sagging in random places from a few too many washing cycles. no make up, hair puffier than ever and not in a good way.
“i did not stalk you,” you narrowed your eyes at him, though a guilty tone took over your voice. “i just have the twitter app installed.”
you moved passed him to grab a tub of kimchi from the opposite side of the isle. unfortunately for you, he followed you.
“new york was okay,” he answered nonchalantly. he was much more focused on who was in front of him than he was on the previous night’s work. “i missed your texts though.”
“i was busy—”
“so was i,” he interrupted, “but i waited for you anyways.”
“jeno,” you started, ready to have to break the pathetic news to him.
“is it because i didn’t tell you?” he dropped his head, training his eyes on the tiles beneath him.
“no— though, that didn’t help—”
“i’m sorry,” he said it immediately. as though it was word vomit. “i don’t like to tell people. i’m sort of weird about it i—”
finally you chose to cut him off. “it’s a mixture of things. i’m insecure and i’m needy. i get jealous over random shit even if i know it’s stupid.”
you paused, gathering your thoughts. and jeno stood there waiting for you.
“i just don’t think us taking this any further would be good emotionally— for either of us,” you continued, “it’d hurt me and then i’d hurt you.”
jeno stood there in silence, his gaze finally meeting yours again as he looked up.
“i know you,” he said simply, “we’ve been talking for three months.”
that shocked you. had it really been three months? and you hadn’t known about this huge part of his life?
“i know you,” he said again, “and i’m more than happy to be with you. i don’t care how needy you think you are because i need you more.”
how did he manage to keep shocking you today?
“and i don’t care how jealous you think you can get because i’d only ever think about you,” he continued, but your sigh after his words brought him to a stop again.
“it’s not that i wouldn’t trust you. i would— i do,” you said, your eyebrows were furrowed in pain as you spoke. “i don’t trust my feelings. they don’t follow any sort of logic.”
“of course they do,” he nearly raised his voice. “feelings follow logic even if it’s not yours.”
“so you’re saying i should feel jealous seeing you with that blonde girl?”
“i’m saying that i won’t ever give you a reason to feel that way,” he sounded as if he was pleading with you, “i’m saying you’re all i see, and i’m going to do everything in my power to make you believe that.”
“jeno, that’s not fair to you.”
“in the last three months have you ever felt as though all my attention wasn’t on you?” his eyes were pleading now, too. shining with hope.
you were silent for a moment. you reflected on the time you’d spent talking to jeno and going on unofficial dates with him. meeting his friends, his sister, running errands with him. not once had you felt as if he valued anyone else more than you. it’s one of the biggest reasons you liked him so much. he showed you the same amount of affection you felt for him.
“no,” you answered plainly. you’d given in to what jeno wanted— and what you wanted.
“then let me carry on proving to you how much you mean to me, please,” he took your free hand in his, stroking it with his thumb.
you nodded your head, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.
“c’mon,” he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. his scent was fresh and comforting. you closed your eyes as he held you, letting his presence flood your mind. “let me pay for this and we can go watch a movie at my place. i have a lot of funny stories from last night if you want to hear.”
you lifted your head and placed your chin on jeno’s chest, looking up at him. “what kind of stories?”
“well, most of them involve me barely understanding a word of english.”
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babbymochiiii · 2 months
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ON MY YOUTH: TEN LEE
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↪︎pairing: idol! ten x ngs! reader ft. xiaojun
↪︎genre: angst
↪︎warnings: crying, conflicted feelings, minor yelling, confronting on ten's bs, break up, more crying, just angst after more angst
↪︎synopsis: you’ve noticed ten has been weird ever since his recent comeback, and with one text message it confirmed everything. But you weren’t going to let him do that to you through the phone so you confront him in person.
↪︎word count: 1.9k words
link to part 2 🧡
✨note: this fic is very much inspired by On My Youth by WayV…this song put me through all sorts of stages when I heard the English ver. 😭 idk about y’all but I felt like I was going through some sort of emotional breakdown 💀 but it inspire this fic so we gucci :P anyways, enjoy! 🧡
divider credit @plutism 🖤
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We should stop seeing each other.  
It was already a shitty day as it was due to work going south with the boss yelling at everyone, including you, and it was pouring rain as you walked home as you forgot completely about the umbrella waiting at the front door.  
But this...this takes everything by the win.  
You of course felt pure rage at the fact this was the way he decided to end things with you, coping the fuck out, but you weren’t about to be disrespected like this especially when you knew that this was going to happen. Ever since he left to do some small concerts and with his most recent comeback, he’s been distant and acting like you didn’t exist at all. You had your suspicions and mentally prepared yourself for the day but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt you still.  
You looked at the time on your phone and knew that you would find him in the practice room here and his members had reserved at this time. So, that’s where you find your feet taking you.  
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Once you reached the floor where you knew the majority of the big practice rooms were at, you walked down the hall straining your ears as much as you could so you could hear WayV’s music against the other SM artists. As you walked a little further down, you could hear WayV’s newest song blasting through the speakers. You picked up your pace slightly until you were at front of the practice room door. As you were in front of the door, you tried to control the heavy breathing as you took hold of the door handle. With one last breath, you opened the door. 
Inside, you met with the members of WayV and staff members recording one of their dance practice videos.  Through the reflection of the mirror, you could see Ten in the middle of the formation dancing passionately as he always has. You feel mesmerized by the way he dances so fluidly and with such precision. It was one of many things you fell in love with Ten.  
Ten caught your gaze in the mirror which causes him to stumble in one of the moves and for Xiaojun to bump into him.  
“Ten? You okay?” Xiaojun asked as he looked towards Ten, who looked like he’s seen a ghost. Xiaojun followed his gaze and saw your trembling form standing by the doorway. “Oh.” He said softly.  
At this moment, all the staff members and WayV looked between you and Ten. The couple of staff members that had the cameras rolling stopped recording and lowered the camera.  
“Can we talk?” You shakingly asked while maintaining eye contact with Ten through the mirror. Cursing to yourself internally for not holding onto whatever confidence you had left.  
“I guess.” Ten said lowly with a shrug.  
“Why don’t we all take a break and give them space?” WayV’s manager said with a gently clap of his hands as he gave everyone a straight smile. He eyed the two of you as everyone else walked out of the room before he followed them, closing the door behind them. 
“What are you doing here?” Ten asks with a sigh as he looks anywhere else but directly towards you.  
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” You almost practically whine as you started to feel all the emotions you were suppressing rise up to the surface, considering you never knew how to hide how you felt from Ten.  
“Look, I don’t have the time to be playing your guessing game here.” Ten said with an eye roll as he finally looked towards you.  
You bit down on your bottom lip to the point where you almost drew blood. You dug into your bag for your phone and pulled up the text message he sent you a couple of hours ago, that you only saw on the way out from work.  
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“Oh, that.” Ten said with a flat tone.  
A scoff leaves your lips as you brought your hand down and tightly gripped at your phone. “Yes that." you mimicked as you tried to control your breathing.  
“So, what about it then?”  
You stared at Ten and really tried to understand what was happening here. How can he be acting like this? After everything… “‘What about it then?’ Ten are you that fucking dense?” You asked as you looked at him with a frown on your face.  
“I said what I said okay.” Ten says as he turns around and grabs his water bottle from the floor.  
“Ten, really? Like are you really going to be like this?” You questioned as you felt your eyebrows crease close together.  
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about.” he said with a careless shrug as he took a swing of his water bottle.  
“For God’s sake Ten! Talk to me!” You raised your voice as you started to walk on a thin line of patience with him.  
With a roll of his eyes, Ten looked at you with an eyebrow raised as he waited for you to speak.  
You stared at him with watery eyes as you felt all the bewilderment fall on top of your shoulders. You couldn’t understand why this has to happen now, not after everything you’ve been through with him. The more you look at Ten the more you get truly lost at who this person is in front of you.  
“Why?”  
Ten stared at you for another beat before he looked down at his feet with a sigh.  “Because it’s not fair.” He said as he continued to stare at his feet like it's the most interesting thing in the world.  
“Not fair?” you questioned back to him as you started to feel something within you turn in anger. As if you needed something more to add to the already fire induced anger inside of you.  
“I just don’t find it fair that I basically get to live a life while you stay home and wait for me.” Ten said without missing a beat and looked at you with a straight face.  
It was quite a blow... you admit, you weren’t expecting that to be his answer, but the pure anger and stressed feelings consumed your whole body, leaving you to feel overall exhausted at this point.  
“Ten—” you sighed out as you closed your eyes tightly trying to understand everything that’s happening right now. “— you know very well that I was content like that. I was happy to wait for you to come home and spend time with you...why are you making this an issue now?”   
“It just hurts my pride.” He says with a shrug. 
“Your pride? Ten please, that’s such a fucking cop out.” You told you as you truly started to feel the weight of everything fall on your shoulder as you knew that this was it...truly the end of it all.  
Silence wrapped around the two of you in the most gut-wrenching tension as you both just looked at one another. Each waiting to see what the other will say.  
With a defeated sigh, you looked down at your feet with your eyes closed trying your hardest to not let the threatening tears escape. You weren’t going to let him do this to you.  
“Two years...” You told him softly as you looked up and looked at him with a small smile and with tears pooling in your eyes. “Two years I have been so happy with you. We were happy. I love you so much that right now I wish I didn’t because it hurts Ten. It hurts too much.” you said with a dry chuckle as you started to feel your throat tightening and forming a lump in your throat as you started to feel everything wanting to discompose from within you.  
“I gave you so much Ten. So much. But you used me — used me till the last drop. I’m burnt out at this point.” you said as one tear fell out of your eye and created a wet trail down your cheek.  
Ten stared at you with slightly wide eyes, not truly believing that this is happening right now. Yes, he wanted to end things...but he didn’t know you’ve been feeling like this. Genuinely, he thought it would be how it has been lately. He would do something that would upset you, and you forgive him but that isn’t happening this time around. Ten felt himself start to panic internally as he looked at you slowly lose your composure in front of him.  
“No amount of sorrys is going to fix what you just broke Ten. None of your lies are going to sugar coat this and make me “forget” everything you have done to me for the past months Ten...none of it. You fed me so much bullshit lately and you completely lost me.” you said with a sad laugh. “Knowing you, you’re probably gonna say something along the line that we’re too young and that you want to focus on your career.” you said as you watched Ten’s reaction.  
You saw the way Ten sucked in a breath and how his cheeks turned a light pink as he continued to look at you with wide eyes.  
“I knew it. So much bullshit Ten.” you said as you felt more tears falling down your face. “This is where we officially end things, yeah.” you softly said as you tried to hold in the rest of the tears as you turned around, starting to make your way to the dance practice room.  
“Wait—” 
“No Ten. This is what you wanted, right? I’m just making this easier for you, so you don’t have to keep lying to me.” you said with one last glance towards Ten’s figure. You swear you can see a tear fall down his face but you turned your face away quickly so you wouldn’t lose what’s left of your composure.  
“Goodbye Ten.” you gave your final goodbye to Ten before you turned the doorknob and walked out of the room with tiny pieces of what used to be your heart inside of your chest.  
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Months have passed since that day you confronted and ended things with Ten.  
You kept some small tabs on him here and there whenever fans would post about WAYV and their group or solo activities. This time though, you’ve noticed that they have come out with a new English version of one of their songs in their latest album.  
Curious, you clicked the link that took you to YouTube, and started to play out the video for the song. Hearing the song for the first time and listening to the lyrics brought back those painful memories as you could hear the hurt in Ten’s voice as he sang his parts.  
You looked at the song title as tears landed on your phone screen. 
On My Youth... 
A sad, watery smile formed on your face as you continued to listen to the song, and you couldn’t help but feel the need to miss him. You know you shouldn’t, but it was a two-year relationship that Ten decided to throw out with one stupid text.  
As the song came to an end, you felt your chest rake with heavy breathing as you continued to quietly sob into your hands. While you used the sleeves of your sweater to clean the tears off of your face, there was a knock at the door.  
Slowly getting up, you made your way to the door.  
You stood at the other end of the door still with your chest rising and falling rapidly. Just as you reached for the doorknob, Ten’s voice was heard on the other side.  
“Can we talk?”
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Thank you for reading!!! 🖤 hopefully you guys enjoyed this story! I haven’t written angst in a good while and it took me awhile to get a crack in this story ✋🏼💀
Should I make a part 2? 🧐 lemme know in the comments/in my ask what you think! Should we see y/n and ten talk to one another or just leave it as is?? I’m genuinely curious to see what you guys think! 🖤✨
With much much love from me to you, mochi 🕷️
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ahegato · 1 year
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Obey Me Boys: Most to Least Embarrassed about Crying in Front of MC
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TW: mention of death (I just say the word once but I'm not taking any risks lol) Characters: main Writer: ahegato
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— MOST
Lucifer absolutely loathes it. He’s the literal Avatar of Pride, and crying is a sign of weakness in his eyes (dumbass). He doesn’t really see other people as weak when they cry, the rule only applies to him. It would take a very long time before he lets you see him in such a vulnerable state.
Satan really doesn’t like it. Not all that weird considering he basically came from Lucifer. If he feels comfortable with you, he would eventually cry openly. I have a personal headcanon that he cries when he gets really really frustrated and doesn’t know where to go.
I’m convinced that Barbatos doesn’t cry basically at all. He knows about everyone and everything, almost nothing can take him by surprise. He also rarely gets upset about trivial things, and will at most just express that he’s “not very pleased” about something. BUT, if he were to get burned out from work, that would probably be what causes him to cry.
Belphegor dislikes crying in front of other people, the exception being Beelzebub and you, if you’re close. Already being the youngest, he doesn’t want to be seen like a baby by crying where his brothers can see him. All the siblings basically go into ‘protective brother’-mode.
Luke worries he’ll be seen as a child for crying, kinda like Belphegor, so he always tries as hard as he can to not cry, but usually ends up doing it anyway, especially around people he’s comfortable with. If you as much as ask what’s wrong, the slight lip tremble he had quickly turns into full on crying with tears streaming down his face.
Diavolo is not embarrassed by it per se, but feels he’s supposed to be stronger than that, because he’s the future king of the devildom. It’ll take a while before he feels comfortable openly crying in front of someone, but when he is he will probably ask for a hug.
Mammon is very embarrassed about doing it but just does it anyway. Will deny it until the end of time, though. Sad movies often get to him. Fear may also trigger it. Often clings to you when he does. You’re stuck there now. “I’m not crying!” Mammon sobbed.
Leviathan has been seen crying on numerous occasions, usually over some anime/video game character dying or accidentally breaking one of his figurines. His emotions get so intense that he can’t even try to stop it.
Simeon is very in tune with his emotions, and therefore doesn’t like to bottle things up until they reach the point of a breakdown. But he does feel a bit embarrassed about crying, as he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. But if he trusts you, he doesn’t mind. He’d like to be comforted, but doesn’t want to ask for “too much”, so you’ll have to initiate it.
Asmodeus cries extremely often about pretty trivial things, and doesn't really care. He might be a bit more secretive when it comes to him crying over insecurities he has, but that is more because he doesn’t want people to see that side of him. In his eyes, he’s supposed to be all confident and hot 24/7, you’ll have to pull him down back to earth and remind him that it’s okay to not always feel the greatest about yourself.
Beelzebub doesn’t cry all too often but is not one to hide it when he does, and isn’t afraid to ask for reassurance. Family is everything to him, so he might cry if there is some kind of conflict going on, especially if he had something to do with it. If you allow him, he will sit on your lap.
— LEAST
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✦ [ 23/01/2023 ] ✦ ahegato ✦
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laz3otakugirl · 6 months
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Everything to hide
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A/N: Look guys, I got issues. I can only imagine this man as a daddy istg.
Stepdad!Robert Pronge x little!Reader: Your mom goes on a trip to Vegas and comes back with an ice cream man as your new daddy
TW: RAPE/NONCON, dark, age regression (if ya'll aren't into that just in case), ddlg, blackmail, threats, spanking, dumbification, degradation, choking, reader uses a pacifier and nursing bottle
This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Let's be honest. You knew letting your mom go on that trip with her friends was a bad idea, but after everything you also knew she needed something to use as a distraction. Your aunt had died a month ago as a victim to one of the many serial killings happening in your city, her mangled corpse was hanging from your guys' tree, it's been chopped down ever since. Your aunt was your mom's arm to cry on after your dad died, and now she was gone too. For the longest time, it was just your small family just outside the city filled with love and laughter, now it's empty and quiet. The shock of it all almost took your mother with her and despite your efforts, she was barely getting better. Two weeks later, she comes barging through the front door with a dopey grin and a pair of glasses with a smoky smirk right behind her. You freaked out that she just brought a random man she married, but after talking with her you realized that he was the only thing that has made her smile in so long. You relented, it wasn't exactly like you could do anything anyways, they already got married back in Vegas.
At first, you thought he was sleazy but he ended up being kind and thoughtful enough to your mother. It warmed your heart to see her so happy. You thought he was pretty creepy until he offered you some popsicles he made himself and you were hooked. Every time you got a "special" treat it gave you tingles, the way he smiled and watched you eat them had you feeling tingly too but you'd never say that out loud. Now it's been 4 months, and you've all gotten used to each other. You still live with your mom and worked from home to keep an eye on her in case she'd have another breakdown.
You were nervous about Robert moving in at first, after your dad had died it seemed like you were a lost kid again with depression and your intrusive thoughts kicking in. So you could only do what you knew and had allowed yourself small moments to regress in the small area you managed to set up in the basement. There was a built in bed on one of the sidewalls that your father built if there were ever guests. You ended up utilizing it and had set up string lights and some comfy blankets and plushies. There was also a small built in shelf that you could put your laptop on and watch cute shows. All of it was setup behind the stairs so you could have a little privacy, your mother usually never comes down because the basement was your dad's personal area but to you, it felt safe.
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Your mom had just left for business trip to Korea and you and Robert were waving her goodbye from the front door. As you went inside, his hand gently brushed against your lower back but you didn't think much of it. Going to the kitchen to grab a beer, Robert looked at you and said, "How are you doing with work, honey? Do you think you're gonna be okay without your mom?" He knew your mother would check in on you a few times while you worked to make sure you took care of yourself. At times, it seemed like you wouldn't sleep for days if you couldn't get something done. "I think I'll be fine, she reminded to set alarms to eat before she left." He comes up to you now and brushes your stray hairs, "Ok well, if you need anything I'll be right across the hallway." The way he says it has you a little off put but you brush it off knowing he's always been a little creepy like that from the first time you met him. After you thank him, he kisses your forehead and walks off to his and your mom's room.
It's been hours now and your eyes are starting to sting from staring at your screen all day. You look back at your phone and it's already 10pm, guess your eating some crackers and spray cheese (fuck off, it's delicious). You stalk off to the kitchen and grab your snacks, as you're walking back to your room you notice the basement door is cracked. Your heart drops and so do your snacks, you can't tell if the thumping sound in your ears is your heart or the sound of your feet running down the stairs. Once you get down there, all you can hear is loud groans and rocking coming from behind the stairs, you look back in horror and there he is. Robert could hear you from upstairs and was already looking in your direction as he fucks your pillow, "Aawww shit sugar, looks like you find my secret. Then again, I found yours a long time ago." Your eyes start to tear up, "H-how did you kn-know?" He's getting riled up from seeing you cry and starts going harder and rougher, "Baby, I found out a long time ago. I knew about your little secret from the first time I gave you that ice cream when you got out of school. His eyes darken with amusement at your shock, "Don't you remember? Your dad brought you to my truck after you got bullied and bought you a little treat. God you're cute little mouth licking that cream had me so fuckin' hard. Seems like you're dad caught onto me and rushed you out." At that point, you're freaking out and try to rush to the stairs. As your fingertips brush the doorknob, a pair of thick arms come dragging you back down and push you onto the ground. A hand grabs your hair and you can feel him grind his hardness onto you. "You didn't let me fucking finish the story sweetie. Ugh I was pissed off at your piss poor excuse of a father for taking you away, I'm so glad I killed him." Your screaming and kicking as he yanks your shorts down, "I spent all this time trying to figure out how to keep you, only for that stupid bitch to find me outside your window. Had me so fucking angry, I strung up that cunt's guts as a little present. God, your terrified face was hot I wanted to fuck your mouth until you choked." He's pressing one hand against your throat as the other is grasping his dick and trailing precum against your cunt. "Only took a little bit of watching to find out your mom was taking a trip and followed her there to marry her. Ah fuck! All these year of waiting, and you're my little girl now! My precious little baby, fuck after watching you on the cameras I set up, I couldn't get enough!! Your sweet little lips sucking on your paci and that fucking bottle ugh! I'm finally taking what I fucking deserve!" He shoves in all the way and you're screaming from the pain, he's so big and it's brushing against all of the right spots now. Your mind is hazy and you drop limp from the pleasure, eyes rolling back. "Fuck yes, there's my dumb little baby. Seeing you go dumb while rubbing that tight little cunt on your stuffies had me drooling. Huh baby? You want me to fuck your brain dumber? You want me to cum inside you? Ah shit yes, I'm gonna cum inside of you!" You're pleading and shaking your head no and he thrusts into you a few more times before you feel the rush of cum flow inside of you. He's petting your hair and shushing you as you sob. As you get up, he pulls you down over his lap and gives you a few hard spanks, "Tell your mother and I'll send her ass right to hell with the others." Crying in his arms now you say, "Okay..." "Say 'yes daddy, I understand.'"
"Y-yes daddy, I un-understand."
"Good girl."
A/N: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS DARK! Yeah yeah I'm fucked up but I really wanted to write something pretty horrifying with Robert. I'm planning on writing some little shorts of what he's done before the Reader found out so let me know if you guys' would want that. But thank you so much and let me know if you guys enjoyed it or not!
Bye loves!
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stephstars08 · 10 months
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Still Alive ~ Chapter Seven
Ethan Landry x Reader
Warnings: Adult Language, Ghostface Attack, Blood, Angst a tiny bit of Fluff, Anxiety, Trauma, Mention of Murder, Mental Breakdown, Trust Issues, Death Threats, Weapons, and Cliff Hanger. (Sorry if I forgot any!)
Word Count: 2,861
Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! I hope everyone’s holiday weekend is going good so far! Just wanted to update you all on more of my writing. The story I am working on right now won’t be ready to post till I would say the middle of June. It’s just taking me a little bit longer to write it since the chapters are going to be long. I apologize, I will try to stay active on here by posting other types of media. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Already warning you now that this chapter and next chapter will be all angst. Also they both will be ending in a cliffhanger! Next chapter will be posted on Friday!
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When Kirby notified Sam and Tara that the killer is at Gale’s home, they stole Detective Bailey’s cop car to get to Gale as fast as they could. Y/N was sitting in the passenger seat while she gave Kirby the directions while she drove as fast as she could. Ethan, Chad, and Mindy stayed in the back of the van. As Kirby drove Y/N kept reassuring herself that her mom was going to be okay. Her mom is a fighter. Her mom has been attacked by every single Ghostface and has turned out just fine. But at the same time, that’s what she thought about when her dad went to save Tara. She couldn’t help but worry that when she gets there, her mom could be laying on the floor all bloody like her father. Y/N can’t lose Gale. Gale is the only blood relative that she has left. She can’t lose her mom the same way she lost her dad.
“Right there.” Y/N pointed to the building her mom lives in. Kirby parked the truck right in front of the building. Y/N quickly took off her seatbelt and got out of the van. She ignored everyone calling out to her and ran into the building. She knew it was stupid going up there without a weapon knowing Ghostface could still be up there, but she didn’t care. She had to know if her mom was okay. She was going to take the elevator but knew that it could take too long so she bolted to the stairs. She ran all the way up the stairs to the top floor since her mom lives in the penthouse. When she got to the front door it was wide open. Y/N wasn’t going to lie, she was fucking terrified to go in there, but she knew she had to suck it up. When she walked inside the penthouse, she saw Sam and Tara watching a duo of paramedics working on someone. When Y/N got closer she saw it was her mom laying lifelessly on the floor with multiple stab wounds on her body.
“No!” Y/N cried as her eyes flooded with tears. Sam and Tara looked over at her, with tears in their eyes as well. Y/N fell to her knees and cried. Sam and Tara ran over to her to comfort her. Sam was on her right while Tara was on her left. Tara wrapped both of her arms around Y/N while Sam held onto one of her hands. Tara moved Y/N’s head up against her chest trying to shield her vision from the paramedics who were doing CPR on Gale. Sam kept apologizing to Y/N but due to her heavy crying she couldn’t answer. Every time she opened her mouth only sobs came out.
Yes, Y/N was sad but the more she cried the more rage started to fill her body. She knew that rage because it was the same rage she felt when she found out about her dad. The same rage she felt when she saw her dad’s dead body in a black bag. When she finds the motherfucker that did this, they are going to have their blood on her hands.
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Y/N was sitting in the ICU waiting room by herself while everyone else was in the regular emergency room. They let Y/N ride in the back of the ambulance with her mom while Kirby drove everyone else to the hospital. After Kirby dropped them off, she went back to the crime scene to do some more investigation.
As Y/N sat in the chair she had venom running through her veins. She was furious. All of that sadness faded away as the anger took over. When will this fucking nightmare end? She squeezed the armrests of the chair so hard her knuckles turned white. She kept hearing her father’s voice in her head telling her not to break but she was breaking. She wasn’t even trying to calm herself down.
“Ms. Riley.” She heard her name being called in the empty room. When she looked up, she saw a doctor. “Are you Ms. Weathers daughter?” The doctor asked her in a curious tone. Y/N just gave him a slow nod. “We got her stable and we’re just about to take her into surgery.” The doctor told her which did ease her mind just a little bit. When Gale got to the hospital her breathing was shallow so they knew they had to get her stable and her breathing under control before they could nurse her wounds. Y/N’s grip on the armrests loosened a bit at that news. “When she’s out of surgery we will give you another update.” The doctor told her which she answered with another nod. Once the doctor left the room she stood up and made her way to the other waiting room which was at the front entrance of the hospital.
When Y/N got there she saw Sam was crying again and the group, especially Tara, was trying to calm her down. Y/N just stood there looking at her friends. She can tell that they also looked completely drained like she was, but the only difference was that they looked scared. Y/N wasn’t feeling scared at all. “Y/N.” Ethan said being the first one to see her just standing there staring at them. Y/N finally walked over to them.
“How is Gale?” Sam asked her full of worry. “Yeah, is she going to be, okay?” Tara asked, matching her sister’s tone. “They got her stable, she’s going into surgery right now.” Y/N answered with zero emotion on her face and in her tone. “Okay, what about you? Are you okay?” Mindy asked, noticing right away that something was going on in Y/N’s head. “You know, I am so fucking tired of being asked that question.” Y/N answered in a snappy tone which took all her friends by surprise. Usually, she comes up with a lie, so her friends don’t worry about her, but she wasn’t herself at this moment. She felt like she was dead inside, and she wasn’t going to hide it. “Y/N- “Chad started but she cut him off right away. “I’M NOT OKAY!” Y/N yelled as her hands turned into fists. She wasn’t looking at any of her worried friend’s faces. She was staring straight at the glass doors. It was good thing that it was just them in the room.
“I’m going to go find this fucker!” Y/N hissed and started her way towards the doors. “Y/N!” Ethan called out to her, but she kept on walking. He let out a sigh as he quickly rushed over to her. Before she could walk out the doors Ethan grabbed one of her arms and turned her around to face him. “Ethan, let me go!” Y/N told him in a warning tone. “No! You need to stay here with your mom!” Ethan told her in a stern tone. “But- “Y/N started but he cut her off. “I know you want to find this fucker and we will but right now you need to be here with your mom.” Ethan told her with a stern look in his brown eyes. When she looked into his brown eyes that’s when she realized he was right. That’s when she finally jumped back into reality. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves down. “Okay.” Y/N said with a slow nod.
“We’re going to be here for a while so how about I go to your apartment and bring you a fresh pair of new clothes.” Ethan said as he rubbed his hands up and down both her arms. When he said that, that’s when she realized she had her mom’s blood all over her shirt from the ambulance ride. I guess when she was holding her mom’s bloody hand, she wiped the blood off on her shirt without realizing it because of how emotionless she was. “Please, don’t go by yourself.” Y/N said in a pleading tone, finally showing some kind of emotion since arriving at the hospital. She looked at him with a soft gaze. “We’ll go with him.” Chad said walking over to them with Mindy following right behind him. “We’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?” Ethan said to her. Y/N just gave him another nod. She knew if she said anything she would beg him to stay. He’s the only one that’s been keeping her grounded. He gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head and walked out the doors. Chad and Mindy followed right behind him.
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Y/N and Sam were the only ones sitting in the waiting room together since Tara went to get drinks and snacks from the vending machine. “Y/N.” Sam said to her in a soft tone. “Yeah?” Y/N said looking over at her. “I’m so sorry.” Sam said to her for like the hundredth time as her eyes started to tear up. Sam wasn’t looking at Y/N since ever since they sat down her eyes were glued to the floor. “Why do you keep saying that?” Y/N asked with confusion in her tone. “Because all of this shit is happening because of me.” Sam told her with frustration in her tone looking over at her. “Sam, this is not your fault, you didn’t ask for this shit to happen.” Y/N told her. “But your dad got killed saving me.” Sam said as a few tears streamed down her face. “He died doing what he loved, he died being a hero.” Y/N corrected her. “Don’t listen to those assholes online. As long as the people who love you believe in you and know who you are, that’s all that matters.” Y/N explained to her as her lips curved into a small smile. “You’re not your father.” Y/N added which made Sam feel a whole lot better. She’s told herself that a hundred times but hearing someone else say it finally made her feel like she isn’t her dad. She may have Loomis blood in her, but she’s not them. She doesn’t have the same mind as them. Sam gave her a hug which Y/N returned right away. Y/N knew that’s what Sam needed to hear. Even though they have only known each other for less than two years, they feel like they have known each other their whole lives. When you share the same history with someone, it brings you so much closer to them.  “Thanks, Y/N.” Sam said as she started to finally relax. “No problem.” Y/N told her as she lightly rubbed Sam’s back.
The girls broke their hug when they heard a voice call their names by the doors. When they looked over, they saw Chad helping Mindy who had a stab wound to the stomach. She had one arm wrapped around her brother’s shoulder and the other hand on her bleeding stomach. “Mindy!” Y/N said quickly standing up and running over to her friend with Sam following close behind her. “What the hell happened?” Sam asked full of worry. “We were on the subway going to the apartment when Ghostface came out of nowhere and stabbed Mindy in the stomach.” Chad explained to them. “Hey, I’m- “Tara started walking in but cut herself off when she noticed Mindy. Tara dropped the drinks and snacks onto one of the chairs. “Holy shit, Mindy!” Tara said running over to them stand next to Y/N and Sam. “HELP!” Y/N and Sam yelled out. They got the attention of two nurses who quickly ran over to the group. “We got her.” One of nurses reassured as her and the other nurse took Mindy from Chad and walked her out of the room to get treatment.
“Wait, where’s Ethan?” Tara asked, being the first one to notice that he was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t know. When we got off the subway to tend to Mindy he was gone and so was Ghostface.” Chad answered with a shrug finally starting catch his breath. A million questions started to flood Y/N’s brain.
Did Ghostface take Ethan? Did he get killed? Is he apart of this whole fucking scheme? Could Ethan be Ghostface? Was he just pretending to like her to get to Sam and Tara? Was everything he said to her a fucking lie? Y/N broke out of her thoughts when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Y/N took out her phone to see that familiar caller ID flashing on her phone. She answered the call and put the phone up against her ear.
“Where is Ethan?” Y/N said into the phone in a demanding tone. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Worried about losing your boyfriend as well?” The sinister voice on the other end teased her. “Stop fucking with me and tell me where the fuck you are!” Y/N snapped into the phone losing her patients. “I’m at the shrine with your boyfriend and I suggest you come here if you don’t want to see him laying on the floor in a bloody puddle like your father.” The killer told her in a taunting tone. “Oh, and I would come alone!” They told her in a stern tone and hung up on her.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked her. “They took Ethan to the shrine and said if I don’t get there now, they will kill him.” Y/N answered as she put her phone in her pocket. “They also told me to come alone.” She added. “So, what’s the plan?” Chad asked in a curious tone. “I’m going with Y/N to the shrine because this sounds like a fucking trap to get Y/N alone to just kill her.” Sam explained. “I’m coming too.” Tara said, which made Sam immediately shake her head no. “No, you’re staying here with Chad to look after Mindy and Gale.” Sam told her in a stern tone.
“I still think you two should have an extra hand. We don’t know how many Ghostface’s we are dealing with.” Chad mentioned remembering how the killer never works alone. “I can call Kirby to meet us there.” Y/N said which Sam agreed with. “Let’s go kill this son of a bitch.” Sam said to Y/N. Tara and Chad watched them walk out the doors. Tara really wanted to come but knew not to argue, which was probably the first time she didn’t argue with Sam since the return of Ghostface.
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Y/N and Sam went to the shrine they saw Kirby already there waiting for them. “Alright, tell me the plan you two came up with.” Kirby said to them. “While I distract the killer or killers, I want you two to go look and find Ethan.” Y/N told them. “That’s the fucking plan?” Kirby asked obviously not a fan of it. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good plan.” Sam said agreeing with Kirby. “Well, we don’t have fucking time to come up with a better one alright!” Y/N said with frustration in her tone. “The killer told me to come alone and if they find out that you two are with me who knows what will happen.” Y/N added thinking back to the last thing the killer told her. “Ugh, fine! You’re lucky I brought two guns with me.” Kirby said taking one of her guns out of her holster and handed it to Y/N.
“Let’s go.” Y/N said and walked inside of the old building. “Don’t need a DNA test to prove that she’s the daughter of Gale Weathers.” Kirby said to Sam as they followed Y/N inside. “I’ll be in the screening room.” Y/N told them and walked away from them before either one of them could say anything. “You take the left side of the building while I take the right.” Kirby told Sam, which earned a nod in response. The girls went their separate ways but made sure to keep an eye on Y/N and any sight of Ghostface.
When Y/N walked into the screening room flashbacks quickly flooded her mind. She wanted to run out again, but she knew that she had to face her fears like Sidney did last year. She knew that Sidney was scared to go back into Stu Macher’s house, but she sucked it up and did it to make sure everyone was alright.
Y/N walked over to the glass case where the drawing of her dad was in. As she stared at the drawing the white ripped up curtain came down over the stage startling her. She pointed her gun at the stage but saw no one in sight. A video started to play. It was a video showing her and Ethan on the college campus a couple days ago sitting under the tree talking. She then remembered when she got that call before Ethan came up to her. That was Ghostface calling here. They were there spying on her getting ready to strike. She was the first person on their hit list, but Ethan showed up distracting her and fucking up their plan. “What the fuck.” Y/N mumbled as her eyes were glued to the video.
“Hello, Y/N.” She heard a voice say behind her.
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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 11 months
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~League of villains members as things I said/done/whatever~
Y'all will think I'm messed up but oh well
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Tomura: "yawned whole time and ate chips in front of psychologist while sitting next to best friend that was low key nervous and anxious (I was with best friend for support @wholelottawidows thas you dawg 💀), offered psychologist chips and later when I ate whole bag, I licked my fingers in front of both of them and picked my ear when psychologist wasn't watching."
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"Drank like 3-4 mugs of coffee and monster energy drink in one day but still fell asleep anyway"
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"What's the point of all these hard work if we will all die either way, sooner or later?"
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"When having breakdown, I remember something funny and stupid which makes me burst into laughter and forget what I was crying so violently about"
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Dabi: "I'll start working out this summer, just to be able to fist fight and beat up our dads one day"
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"chased sibling with knife around house it was a joke just to scare him don't worry no one got hurt lol"
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"Life is short make it shorter"
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"Made my younger step sibling hit step father in the head few times with something"
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"Damn this headache fucking me in brain really hard now"
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"It is what it is (I would say that after I fucked up something 💀)"
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Toga: "Slept with knife under my pillow few times"
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"have one stabbed pillow on bed which is covered with old t shirt"
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"when I was a child I used to bring dead hedgehogs and mouses to my mother saying: Look at this poor kitty mom, let's help it!!! While the fucking animals were flattened like pancake and were literally full of ants and flies"
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"Tried to snatch a street kitten once but failed and gave up"
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Spinner: "Tried to eat cigarettes and rocks I found on ground as kid"
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"I know I'm atheist and don't believe in that shit, but you hoes need Jesus"
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"one time i ran through a swarm of tiny flies and my mouth was opened since I was gasping for air because of running and some of these tinyass flies got into my mouth accidentally I could feel them in my throat and gave up from trying to spit damn bug out so I swallowed it 💀"
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"Who needs bitches when you have perfect sandwich"
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Twice: "-Why is your nails painted pink? I mean you are mostly dressed in black it's surprising.
- Because I'm fucking fabulous"
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"Smoked one or two times my whole pack of cigarettes and than my best friend's whole pack of cigarettes in one day (dw she gave me it I didn't just stole it and smoked it without her permission and I'm not heavy smoker now 👍💀👍)"
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"Feels confident and looks at mirror whole time thinking how good I look, than after 30 minutes look at myself in mirror and either cry or laugh saying how dumb I look"
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"accidentally choked on my own spit few times"
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"Tried to help my best friend to get up one time because she fell but right when I got closer to her I tripped and fell as well"
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Magne: "cold & badass women are daddies and cold & badass men are babygirls and pretty princesses"
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"Bullies my siblings but when someone else does it I go protective mode like: "I'm the only one that can bully this dumbasses"
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Mr Compress and Kurogiri:
"I can't stand you bitches so I'm cutting my legs off"
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"Smacks siblings hand/head when they touch something they're not supposed to or something that's dangerous for them"
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"one time while I was making coffee, my younger brother came to me to bother me and annoy me out of boredom, so I told him to go away. He did go away but not really far away, he stood at one line of kitchen floor half of meter away from me, I saw what was he trying to do he was trying to provoke me so I was like: If you want to provoke me at least do it fucking right you idiot
And I grabbed him and pulled him with me as I stepped on the actual ending line of kitchen floor and left him there as I went back to making coffee for myself"
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~We gotta go baba now ~
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I apologize to all people that I told earlier I'm going to sleep, sorry y'all but this idea farted up on my mind and I had to write it immediately so that I don't forget it 😍😍😍
Got a lil distracted 😔😔😔😔
(I hope people won't unfollow me bc of this💀💀💀)
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How the flowers bloom
Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader
Summary: This is part 1 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader. Reader has a mental breakdown and Jäger helps you feel better.
Warning: Slight warning, reader has a big breakdown questioning their life. Apart from that it's all fluff. This series is a slow burn (somewhat lol).
Words: 2.3k
Part 1
This not proofread! Criticism is welcome and encouraged. I also do take requests for this fic :)
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Today feels dull. Work takes longer than usual, your coworkers' voices grate your nerves more than usual. You have less patience for the customers yelling at you, less tolerance when your boss yells at you for the nth time to do something you haven't had the time for yet. After all, she gave you a never ending list of tasks to do, from mundane to tedious. You were getting to it.
Now, your boss asks you to be at the cash register, whilst also berating you for not going through the to-do list she gave you fast enough. The vase is filling up, one drop at a time. Now, you’re standing at the cash register trying to keep it together. It's excruciating, smiling at the customers like the stress of your job isn't starting to weigh on you.
Your vision starts to get blurry as you speak to the customer. It's been five years and you're still just an assistant in the bakery. You wanted to start your own business. Now here you are, acting as some sous-chef for an ungrateful baker, not a step closer to having your own bakery. What am I doing with my life? The thought rings loudly in your head, as a drop of water falls on the receipt you were gonna hand the woman.
You look down at it for a second, as more droplets fall on the receipt. The vase has overflown, and you're crying. The realization hits you as you wipe the tears off your cheeks and smile at the woman awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry." You chuckle in hopes of making the awkwardness of the situation go away. The lady surprisingly doesn't seem to take it badly. Instead, she looks almost.. concerned. "It's okay love. Everyone needs time off every once in a while." Her british accent is thick, yet it really seems like she cares. You nod in agreement and print out another receipt for her before handing it to her and heading to the break room.
You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally preparing to talk to your boss. You've decided, you're going home. You finally spot your boss, and she stares you down. Her gaze is piercing, like she's reading your every move.
"What the fuck are you doing back here? You're supposed to be out front." Her arms are crossed over her chest. An uncomfortable silence settles as you get the courage to speak up. "I'm heading home. I'm taking time off for the rest of the day." Your boss's face hardens, though she notices your teary eyes and she sighs. "Fine, take the rest of the day off. I don't need you today anyway." She doesn't seem genuine as she storms out of the break room, going to take care of the customers waiting for their order.
You pack your stuff up, almost relieved to be going home. Though the stress of losing your job seems to hit you as you put on your shoes to leave. It's a good paying job after all, right? The only downside is it's not exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life, but it's better than nothing you suppose. You sigh as you step out of the break room, the tears won't stop flowing. It's a never ending stream as you sniffle quietly, trying to bring the least amount of attention to yourself.
You glance at the line as you leave the bakery. It's the lunch rush, the line goes out the door. As you go to open the door to leave, you make eye contact with a customer. A smile appears on the man's face. You know him. He excuses himself from the front of the line and walks quickly towards you, before trapping you in a tight hug.
"Marius, wha- why are you here?" Your tone is laced with laughter as his hug lengthens. He doesn't answer for a few seconds, choosing to hold you in his arms a bit longer. He finally pulls back, putting his hands on each side of your arms. He's ecstatic to see you and it shows. "My op ended early, things got done a lot quicker than we expected." His smile falters a little when he sees your puffy eyes and red cheeks.
"Herzblatt, what happened? Are you crying?" The worry in his tone is obvious. He leans forward, as though to get a better look at your face to make sure you aren't injured. He backs off quickly, his cheeks now tinted red. What was he even trying to do? Confusion takes over as you're not quite sure why he reacted like that. He quickly reaches for a tissue in his pocket to hand you. "I'm okay Marius." You try to reassure him, chuckling to ease some of his worry.
He completely disregards your comment about being okay. "Did someone hurt you?" Instead of handing you the tissue, he goes to wipe off the tears off your cheeks himself. However, he stops himself and awkwardly looks away before handing you the tissue. You take the tissue from his hand, wiping your tears away. "Thanks." You take a deep breath. "No one did this, I'm just.. stressed." You feel a bit bad, complaining about your stressful job to a man who defends people's lives for a living.
"You were heading home, right? Why don't I make you dinner?" Marius proposes confidently. He seems almost too excited to be at your house again. He's fiddling with his belt loop on his pants, you notice he looks almost.. nervous. Granted, he's been like that around you for a bit, you just kind of assume it's how he is. "I couldn't ask that of you, I'd feel bad taking up your time like that." You really just feel like you're taking up space. Not that you don't want to spend time with him, you just don't want to feel like you're bothering him.
His confidence falters ever so slightly. He feels a bit rejected, almost like you're making an excuse to let him down easy. "Well, I don't have anything else to do and uhm, I missed you so..." He looks away awkwardly for a second, before looking back at you and smiling confidently once again. His cheeks seem a bit more flushed than usual. "Okay, yeah, if you're really okay with it, it'd be really nice." You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's nice to have a friend who cares.
"I missed you too, by the way. Let's go." You sniffle as you wipe the last of your tears. His heart flutters at your words. Marius puts his hand out for you to take, but you don't notice as you've already started to walk. He quickly follows you, walking side by side with you.
The walk back to your house is... animated to say the least. Marius has a lot of energy, and a lot to talk about. The entire time you have your hands tucked away in your pockets, to Marius' great disappointment. He's talking your ear off about stuff he's recently watched and read, and he never seems to run out of talking material. His laugh is contagious, and you find yourself forgetting about all the stressful things that happened today.
You finally get back to your house and open the door for him. You take off your shoes and lock the door behind you both. He takes off his shoes and heads to the kitchen, going over to your fridge and opening it with you hot on his trail. You sneak behind him, peeking above his shoulder to see what he's looking at. "What do you want me to make for you, Schatzi?" His tone wavers a bit due to your proximity. He starts to pick stuff up from the fridge and puts it back in an effort to distract himself from you.
"Pasta would be nice." You mumbled, your hand coming to rest on his side to stabilize yourself as you look at what you have in your fridge with him. He freezes, the thoughts in his brain becoming a bit scrambled. "I uhm, I suppose I could." His tone was a bit hesitant as he looked back at you, not realizing just how close you were to him. He looked away immediately, taking a few things out of the fridge and walking away from you and towards the counter.
Marius gets to work. He seems to know what to make with what you have. He's expertly navigating your kitchen, he knows exactly where everything is. You get out of his way, resorting to watching him cook. You're leaning on the counter, looking at his every move, not saying a word. Then, he drops a glass and freezes. He's never done that before. Especially not around you.
"Scheiße." He mumbles under his breath. He's avoiding your gaze, he seems embarrassed. "It's okay, I got it." You stand up straight and head over to the mess he made to clean it up. His palms are sweaty as he tries to help you clean the mess, though he seems to keep dropping everything. You clean up the raw egg that fell on the floor, but accidentally cut yourself on the glass. "Tsk, shit." Marius immediately grabs your hand to look at the cut. He inspects your cut and helps you up.
"Let's get this cleaned up, Liebling." He leads you to the washroom but you stop him. You never understand the names he gives you, you never bother to ask since they seem innocent enough. "I'm okay, Marius. I just need to rinse it." You smile reassuringly at him, and he seems to relax, his grip on your hand loosening. He doubles down regardless. "No, I don't want any glass in your cut." He pulls you towards him and into the washroom.
He drags you over to the sink, and cleans your wound for you. His hands are sweaty and you can feel it. He's nervous, but it's nothing out of the ordinary so you don't question it. You lean towards him to see what he was doing better. He's cleaning it up, putting your hand under warm water, rinsing your cut to make sure there's no glass. He puts some polysporin on it and covers it with a bandaid, making sure it's nice and snug. He finally looks up to see you. "There, it's all-" He stops talking abruptly as his eyes meet yours.
You're confused as to why he stopped talking. His face is very close to yours, but it's not bothering you, you're usually this close to him. He clears his throat and looks away. "Uhm, yeah, it's cleaned and you're good to go." He smiles awkwardly, and leaves to go back to the kitchen to finish making you food. You can't deny his help is making all your stress vanish.
You walk back into the kitchen, and smile when you notice he cleaned up the glass. "Marius." You call out to him as he turns on the stove to make the sauce. "Ja?" He doesn't turn to look at you. "Thank you for helping me with all of this." You sit at the counter realizing he'd put his sleeves up to his elbows now. "Any time, do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" You contemplate it for a second before speaking. "I don't like my work." Marius is stunned for a second as he looks at you.
"I thought you loved baking?" He checked the sauce before leaning over the counter to pay more attention to you. "Well, yeah. I just-" You sigh, trying to find your words. "I want to have my own bakery, you know? I'm tired of being some- some sous chef to my boss." You clench your fists. "She treats me like shit, Marius. I've been there for five years and she's not any closer to letting me have a little bit of freedom when it comes to designing the menu."
Marius seems to think for a second. "Why don't you take out a loan? I'll help you find a good spot for your bakery, I can help with the renovation. You'll make that money back quickly." His positive nature is contagious. "You think I could do it?" You don't want to get into debt, it's worrying. "You have the experience and the passion. Besides, I can be your taste tester, ja?" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "But for now, focus on getting food and relaxing, Schatzi. I can set something up on the TV for us."
You nod, feeling relieved to have someone there for you. He focuses back on making you a good meal, occasionally spilling some things and bumping into dining chairs and counters as he navigates the kitchen. After a few minutes, he plates the food and presents it to you. Pomodoro pasta, and it looks mouthwatering. "Living room?" He asks as he holds both bowls in his hands, looking at you eagerly.
"Yeah." You hurry to your living room, sitting on the couch, and he puts the pasta bowls on the coffee table. Before you can grab the remote to turn on the TV, he snags it from you. He sits on the couch next to you and sets up a documentary on quantum computers. You lean back on the couch, leaning into him since he's so warm. He freezes but doesn't move. As you both watch and eat, you're hit with a strange sense of calmness.
You focus on the documentary, and though you don't understand everything, you don't mind. He loves explaining it to you anyway. You, however, never notice all the looks he gives you to make absolutely sure you like what you're watching. After all, he'd give you the world if you'd only just accept it.
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Stress
(CG Aizawa & Little Iida)
This was a Wattpad request (since I also post these on Wattpad). The request was:
“Hey, can you do a Little!Iida with Dadzawa? Can you also incorporate a few headcanons of mine that Iida is a ftm trans man, that he's normally very little, and that he likes sensory objects like a crinkle plush cube?"
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It was a testing day for Class 1-A. Aizawa always had to pay close attention to his class during tests. Cheating was the obvious reason, but stress and possible breakdowns were another. He scanned the room, pretending like he was asleep so he could keep an eye on his students easier. They knew better than to cheat while he was in the room, at least, they knew better than to cheat obviously, but they still tried to do it stealthily, so he had to stay awake and alert.
He had always been good at reading people. He could tell whether a criminal was lying after just fifteen minutes in an interrogation room. Half of the time, Naomasa joked that Aizawa was the one with the lie-detecting quirk. Knowing how people were feeling was his specialty.
Children, however... Children were a different story. There was a reason he preferred to work with high schoolers rather than elementary-aged kids. Children were illogical, acting on instincts and changing moods on a whim. He wouldn't go as far as to say he hated kids, but he wouldn't choose to spend time with a child over a teenager or adult.
Then, when Eri came into his life, he had to restructure his entire mindset. Eri was not only a child, obviously, but a traumatized one at that. Her mannerisms were uncharted territory for Aizawa, and while he was still figuring things out with her, he had a much better grasp than before.
So, when he thought he started recognizing the same childish behaviors that Eri exhibited in some of his own students, he was confused, to say the least. An hour or so of research later and Aizawa knew what age regression was, and that several of his students were possible regressors.
Aizawa was committed to making his classroom as safe of a space as he could. He didn't coddle his students, not by a long shot, but he was well aware of how traumatic being a hero could be. This year especially, with the League of Villains being so active. So, with his newfound knowledge of age regression under his belt, he started incorporating specific things into his arsenal. He had a container of items, which included stress and fidget toys, small snacks, tissues, feminine products, and now, some children's toys, pacifiers, and bottles. Mic called it the Cry Box, but Aizawa always defended it as being necessary, and, as it turns out, it was.
Tuning back into the class, Iida caught Aizawa's attention. The boy was bouncing his knee faster than someone with a speed quirk, tapping his pencil against his cheek. Despite his restless behavior, the boy was staring off into space, an unfocused expression on his face. Suddenly, he shook his head, seeming to zone back to the test. Aizawa watched him do this a few more times over the course of the next five minutes.
Sighing, Aizawa made a mental note to check on the boy after class. Checking his watch, he saw that there were only a few seconds left before the test was over anyway, so he sat up straight, giving his students a chance to realize that the test would end soon and to write down their final few answers.
"That's time. Put your pencils down and pass your tests to the front of the row," Aizawa called. Groans and murmurs broke out among the class, as per usual. Aizawa frowned when he saw Iida visibly flinch at his voice, then put his pencil down and sheepishly pass his paper forward.
Collecting the papers from each row, Aizawa let the kids talk as he flipped through the tests, checking for no names and the like. His frown only deepened when he reached Iida's. The boy's typically impeccable handwriting was scratchy and loose, and half of his paper wasn't even filled out. There were also some small doodles dotting the margins.
"Iida!" He called, cringing a little as the boy flinched again at his name. "See me after class."
"Yes, Aizawa-sensei!" He said, standing up and bowing, seeming as energetic as normal. He may fool his classmates, but he couldn't fool Aizawa. He was going to get to the bottom of his student's behavior.
The students talked for a while, comparing answers and complaining about how they probably failed. Aizawa went back to his seat, contemplating the best way to address this. Then the bell rang, dismissing the kids. They all packed up at various speeds, and then it was just Iida and Aizawa left.
Iida approached Aizawa's desk a little slower than usual, seeming to focus on his feet as he walked. "You wanted to see me, Sensei?"
"Are you alright, Iida?" Aizawa asked, jumping straight to the point.
"Yes, I'm... I'm alright," He said, pausing for a second, seemingly having to think about his answer.
"Uh-huh," Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "A student who came second in the midterms suddenly not answering half of the questions on a far simpler test seems alright to you?"
Iida looked down at his shoes, biting his cheek. "I'm sorry, Sensei, it won't happen again." His voice shook, and it was the closest Aizawa had ever seen him to crying. He stood up, stepping around his desk to place his hand on Iida's shoulder, dropping into a crouch to meet the kid's eyes.
"Tenya, look at me." He waited until Iida made eye contact until he continued. "I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset. I don't care about the test, you can retake it when you're in a better state of mind. I'm worried about you. You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but I'm here to help you, and you seem like you need it."
Iida looked at him for a minute, before tears welled up in his eyes and he shook his head, gripping the bottom of his shirt.
"Hey, it's okay. You're okay," Aizawa soothed gently guiding Iida so that they were both sitting down in front of his desk. He let the boy clutch onto the front of his shirt until he was calmed down.
"Okay bud, how old are you right now?" Iida looked up with wide eyes, shocked that Aizawa would ask a question like that. Aizawa smiled at him, ruffling his hair.
"Yeah, I know what age regression is. You're safe here, kiddo."
Aizawa practically melted as the biggest smile he'd ever seen graced Iida's face. He smiled back, shifting Iida off his lap. He was met with a small whine from Iida at the loss of contact, but if Aizawa guessed correctly, Iida was slipping pretty young, maybe in the one to two range, so he needed to get out some supplies.
Grabbing a few things from the box underneath his desk, Aizawa returned to the fussy little.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry I left. But guess what I have?" Iida tilted his head in confusion. He seemed to be nonverbal as a little, which Aizawa knew how to handle. Eri didn't talk much, and some days she didn't talk at all.
Pulling out the first item from behind his back, Aizawa watched Iida's face light up. It was a plain baby blue pacifier, one of a few that Aizawa had ordered for his class. Iida was instantly bouncing where he sat, making grabby hands towards the item. Aizawa chuckled at how eager he was and leaned over to pop the item into his mouth.
While Iida was suckling on the comfort item, Aizawa pulled out two toys, a plush crinkle cube, and a rattle. He shook the rattle gently to get Iida's attention, and had the pleasure of watching the kid fall in love.
Crawling over, Iida reached for the cube, before hesitating, pouting slightly. It was only after Aizawa gave him a nod of encouragement that he smiled, grabbing the item out of the older man's hand. He gasped a little in surprise as the cube crinkled. He let out a small giggle, squishing the cube more and giggling harder the more it made noise. Aizawa watched the young boy play for a while before standing up, smiling at Iida's confused expression as he did so.
"I'm just going to grab some homework, I'll be right back kiddo." He seemed placated at that, at least for long enough for Aizawa to grab the papers and sit back down.
"See, I didn't go anywhere, I'm right back," Aizawa said. Iida smiled, before crawling over to the rattle, grinning as it made a soft noise.
The rest of Aizawa's day was spent grading papers while Iida kept himself busy. When the boy got bored he would crawl over and tug on Aizawa's sleeve or whine softly, and Aizawa would grab a new toy for him or play games with him for a while. Eventually, Iida crawled up to Aizawa and sat next to him, falling asleep on his shoulder.
"Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams."
Small A/N
This was a tricky one lol. I normally only write LOV stuff, but when I do write about the kids it's not Iida. I actually don't think I've ever written about Iida unless he was a background character, so this was a new experience for me. I'm sorry that I couldn't really figure out how to work in the fact that he's trans, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Thanks for the request!
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X-Files Collector's Edition: Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part II)
These fics have an atmospheric je ne sais quoi to them that pulls me in every time-- clean and cutting, gentle and soothing. I adore them all; and definitely believe they need more attention.
Loose chronological order below~
saltringangell's the time it would take (to fix my heart)
""And she wants to tell him- or wanted to tell him at least. Let him know that watching him with someone else brought up something she can’t place yet; something she is terrified of. That watching him with Diana was almost worse than if he told her he didn’t feel the way she did at all.
But then he’s sobbing, unapologetic and earnestly, and the image is wiped from her mind.
“Let me help you.”
A noise wracks from him that makes her skin crawl, her chest lurch. It reminds her of the first time she had seen her father cry; a stripping of innocence, a breaking of a barrier. Watching something break apart in front of you with no warning and no safety net to catch the fall. It makes her instinctively grab the side of his face, burying her hands into his hair.
She allows herself to let him fall apart. She doesn’t move to shush him or to whisper sweet nothings in his ear. She doesn’t give herself the luxury of calming him, just grabs hold and lets him fall apart.""
AU-- Post The End Mulder is only responsive enough to beg Scully into his car, where her comfort finally cracks him. She works through their fears, her hurt; and steadies him through his breakdown.
@muldertxf's (Ao3)
Dark Fear, Chapter 2
""Mulder looked down at Scully, then back at the woman. Cheryl was like a hideous neon beacon amidst a sea of yellow light. It almost hurt to look at her. His pupils receded into green. “Uh, yeah. More specifically, your husband’s case of events. May we speak to him?”
A light bulb burst in the right corner beneath a red, white, and blue striped lampshade.""
S1 Scully and Mulder interview a skittish abductee. She chalks his state up to other factors whereas her partner is awed by the experience, eagerly driving them to the abduction site.
flutter, pt. 2 (Ao3)
""Mulder shakes his head, begins walking down the cracked sidewalk. “Doesn’t matter, Scully,” he replies, his back to her. She follows him. “I had doubts about him anyway, but it was worth a try. Sorry to intrude.”
“No, you didn’t…you didn’t intrude, Mulder. I was surprised to find you there if anything. But not offended,” Scully reassures. He keeps walking. “Mulder. Do you need a ride?”
There’s a pause, and he slows, turning to face her once more.""
S1 Scully is surprised that Mulder stumbles across her path after a no-show witness; and offers to drive him home after he ends their dance and begins to withdraw.
Descension, Part 5 (Ao3)
""Warm light stung her. Every which way she turned, something felt illuminated. Too bright. It would frighten her if it didn’t annoy her so much.... And something weird, notable–she’d dreamt of her father last night.
When she arrived to work, Mulder was not at the bureau early like usual. Baffling. She had beaten him for once.
Scully’s heels uttered muffled clacks against the flooring, as she made her way to place a book in front of a basement window. Carefully, she stepped over the spiral notebook. It seemed that’s all she’d been doing since yesterday.... The sense that something was not as it seemed still gnawed at her insides, like an animal, but she ignored it.
Her gaze fixed on the spiral notebook. Kneeling down, she plucked it from its resting place and flipped it open to make another attempt at reviewing her partner’s written notes.
The bleary feeling began to cross her frame again.
It was blank.""
Pre-One Breath Scully is caught in a hallucination-- Mulder (or not Mulder) and she are investigating a case... but little tiny things are off.
11:11 (Ao3)
""This assignment feels asinine to me, too. But we have to do it. Kersh isn’t too happy with your little chase , recently.” She flashed a hand into a ray of streetlight to gesture to her ear.
That case had been a real headache , Scully thought. But she’d never say that to him--she knew the effect being held captive had on a person. It wasn’t joke material.""
Post Drive Mulder is withdrawn on a muggy stakeout. Scully banters and makes a silent wish.
beginning of season 6 drabble thing
""You think aliens eat cold food only?”
An expression of sheer confusion contorted her face like a snake bite. Her crimson lips pouted, mindlessly chewed swollen, now stuck outward. “Is this your weird way of asking me to lunch?”
“No, no--listen,” He said, rotating his chair towards the basement door to fully face her. “But I mean, if you want to, we could, um...”
A sigh deflated from her small frame. “Just go on, Mulder.""
S6 Mulder throws pencils and asks asinine questions distract him and Scully from their scutwork. She cuts his misery short and sends him home.
No Small Feat (Ao3)
""Scully had remarked, in the way only a weathered pathologist could, that it was kind of funny how the town kept the attractions going despite the grizzly brutalities. Mulder couldn’t find any humor in such a scenario. This cold front had locked those gates, shut down the rides, and effectively stuck its tongue in their faces, as far as Mulder was concerned.
Scully had effectively shut him out, eyes locked on the faded yellow trailer that stalled just ahead. On its license plate, party balloons danced behind a metal string of numbers and letters, all chipped just slightly. She briefly considered honking the horn to hasten the driver. There were only two routes one could take here and said driver’s blinkers didn’t hint anything. She bit her lip.""
S6 Scully is impatient with their failure on a case; but both she and Mulder stumble across the killer clown anyway-- and he makes a break for them with an axe.
A Drabble relating to The Sixth Extinction 
""Dana Scully’s voice was a shot in the dark, a pulverizing sear through his tender flesh and bone.
“Mulder, if you never come out of this,” she had droned rather forcefully, weaponizing her dry voice as a barrier against bitter tears, “that I fed your fish this whole time. You owe me.” She laughed emptily.
He bit sharply into the lethargic ice cube that had sunk him, and his irises methodically swam up to meet hers. He clung onto her baby blues like a life raft. His one in five billion.""
Amor Fati Scully sits by Mulder's bed, unaware that he is aware but still believing in a nagging feeling at the back of her head.
Sea Waves (Ao3)
""Do you really believe people have seen a hippocampus out here, Scully?”
The ship rocks and Scully’s grip on the railing falters a bit; she readjusts. “Don’t you? Why are we out here then, Mulder?” she questions, scrunching her brows in annoyance, “Was falling off our boat deliberate? That shirt is ruined.” She giggles despite her attempt of seriousness.
“Look, I’ve got dramamine, Scully. I won’t be seasick. There’s no shortage on plain white work-shirts, and…” Mulder’s speech drawls off into nothing, as he realizes in horror, that his tie’s disappeared.""
Post Millennium Mulder lures Scully out on a boat-- not for a case. Just to enjoy watching her have a good time.
define humor (Ao3)
""He simply stares at her, lips sucked in. It’s not nausea, he realizes, it’s...
Hilarity.
Mulder’s shoulders are jerking up and down and his eyes are squinting. A tear tracks down his cheek, and Scully looks on in horror. Rip-roaring laughter tears through the silence. None of this is funny, none of it should be, he tells himself. My sister is dead. The thought makes his sides ignite in flames. My sister is dead!""
Post Closure Mulder is struggling with clashing sensations and emotions. Scully is horrified when the dam bursts, comforting and steadying her partner.
post En Ami 
""Her eyes glow.
Scully imparts his first name in a whisper, and immediately his head snaps up in alert. “Come closer,” she breathes.
Mulder begins to slope his shoulders forward, to gear his pants seat to slide nearer, but he stops early. The black is all-encompassing, drowning both of them like a thick fog. Mulder stops moving, blindly reaching for his drink. His cheeks are warm.
“Scully, what’s going on? What’s wrong?""
Post En Ami Scully is unharmed; but turns the conversation away to begging then threatening Mulder not to go to Bellefleur. It wasn't her, after all.
Cheap Motels and Headaches
""He looked at the suspicious vehicle again and weighed the risks of running out there with a gun. Mulder’s hand fumbled to his waist instinctively.
It hit worn elastic.
If they were here...they were here. Mulder geared away from the bullpen, and back to reality, where the ceiling bared a pregnant bulge, and the carpet jumped with nats. Take me, he thought, anything but her. His face paled.
Then, hand in the cookie jar, the Cadillac zipped just out of sight of the dusty window. The AC wedged in the corner behind the door coughed.
Being on the run felt otherworldly.""
Post S9 Mulder and Scully are holed up in a motel room when his Biogenesis abilities return with a vengeance. His fear and aching sorrow and joy conflict when it allows him to hear how happy Will is.
One More Meeting (Ao3)
""She must do this. But before she could commit to the action, the door flew open.
Scully gasped, her hand locked to the spot where the handle had ripped from her now empty fist. She sensed him coming to the door. She should not be surprised, and yet here she was, eyes wide, and red-cheeked.
The boy unclenched his jaw before reaching forward to take her hovering hand. A wobbly smile met his lips. His palm was warm. She looked up at him, and he radiated something that tugged at her heart. Tall.""
Post Ghouli Jackson meets, comforts, and reassures Scully in New Jersey. He encourages her to stay with Mulder instead of pursuing him.
Kennel
""Do you need any help? Any pet preferences?” The teenager asks, resting her gel pen on the granite.
“We’re just looking right now, thanks,” Mulder replies, as Scully wanders off in his peripheral vision. A small grin crosses his face, “but we’ll let you know if we need something.""
Mulder loves watching Scully putz around an animal shelter; and loves being mistaken as an old married couple even more.
@oceanofthesky/noifsandsorbees's
By the Sea (Ao3)
""Long past Baltimore she tells him to get off the highway, to follow the twists and turns of a map she hadn’t realized she’d memorized until there is nothing but ocean ahead of them. Her body feels heavy when she slips out of the passenger seat, as if the new growth inside her has doubled her weight, but she pushes forward, drawn to the eerie whisper of the calm water.
She hasn’t been back here since she said goodbye to her father so many years ago, but she suddenly needs to know the secrets he took away with him. His ashes are a mere memory in the sea’s veins, yet she trudges through the rocks and grass until the ice water is nearly running over her shoes, as if he’ll be standing there waiting for her.""
Post Elegy Scully almost falls apart on a beach, drawn to her father's memory and his side in the great beyond. Mulder bolsters her, demanding she not give up yet.
this one was just titled per manum. 
""She’s with him, but she’s thinking of infants and angels, and how maybe one day, in some inconceivable afterlife, she will be reunited with her little girl (the one she so rarely thinks about anymore; a stranger, really, but a stranger with her sister’s eyes and face and the smallest fingers she’s ever clasped in her own; a child always living on the edge of death but somehow at the same time her only chance for a future). She’s thinking that one day she’ll hold Emily somewhere resembling heaven, and she’ll be whole again.
But that, fittingly, would require her to believe, something she’s become less and less sure of how to do.""
Post IVF failure Scully is floundering; but realizes that Mulder is there to weather every loss with him-- that he's her constant, always.
holding on (Ao3)
""This month, she tells herself, she’ll finally refold each of his shirts into a nondescript box and drop it off at Goodwill, throw away his stockpile of newspapers, lock his door for the very last time. This is the month where she’ll stop falling asleep in his bed, searching and searching for what’s left of him in the sheets and waking up in tears she’ll wash away by breakfast.
But for now, she places the check into an envelope and scribbles his landlord’s address from memory.""
Deadalive Scully pays for Mulder's apartment again, still not able to bring herself to box up his things and move out.
Unnamed
""Just one, she pleads, and the only image he can conjure is her rising from the bed and walking out the door, so he swallows hard, nods, and tries to narrow the worlds he’s created into the one that will hurt her least.
He has universes of memories that will never be, one for each star in the sky, for each breath in his lungs. And sometimes he thinks that's all he has, all he ever has had, a never ending dream of ‘what ifs’ that start to resemble happiness if he believes in them hard enough.
And he knows she realizes the depth of his imagination, of the possibilities he can conceive that will never rival reality, knows that one day he may get irreversibly lost inside himself. He almost wonders if she’d join him and they could build another reality between their minds — the clarity in which he knows she would is stunning, alarming. He wants to warn her to run, but he supposes she already is, she’s running and he’s a decade too late (and when really has he not been too late?).""
Post S9 Mulder wants to spare Scully as much as possible from the pain of missed happier lifetimes; but she clings to him, refusing to let him keep in his vast "what ifs" and memories.
together again. (Ao3)
""mulder, why would you take him? you scared me half to death,” she gasps and watches his eyes cloud over with sadness. she forgets that he doesn’t know, that she hasn’t yet had a chance to tell him everything. he can’t imagine a child alone in the middle of a crater of rubble, in the hands of strangers, anywhere but beside her.
she calms herself and moves toward mulder, lets him wrap his arms around them both.
“i can’t stop looking at him,” mulder whispers against her. “he’s just so big.”
“you’re here,” she whispers back, her heart finally having slowed, allowing her to remember what a miracle his presence is.""
AU-- Post S9 Scully wakes, panicked, thinking Mulder and Will are gone. She's calmed finding them both engaged in Mulder's bedtime stories.
Sunrise (Ao3)
""He still doesn’t understand her energy so early in the morning, somehow always fully awake and ready to take on the day, with an optimism and flirtiness that often mellows as the day goes on. He stands up and throws their comforter tight around him as he walks off to the living room.
The walls are bare and the floor is dotted with thrift store furniture they’ve found in the last week and what few possessions they have left. Scully is hunched over the unnaturally heavy couch, pushing it a few inches at a time as it catches on the uneven planks of their new home.""
Pre-IWTB Mulder is baffled that Scully thrives as an early bird, reluctantly joining her furniture-rearranging shenanigans.
open door. (Ao3)
""miss you,” he mumbles... and then he falls back asleep. she closes her eyes and prays this means he’s finally fighting for them; he slips away by morning.
months pass before he surprises her again, after dozens of trips to their little house and talks that seem to go nowhere, after too many nights pleading with god to bring him back to her.""
Breakup-- Scully leaves Mulder a key, hoping he'll drop in on better days.
xf revival ficlet
""it’s only week two back on the job, but mornings like these are muscle memory, being awoken too early and packing through half-closed eyes, her body following his without quite knowing why it couldn’t wait until sunrise. she dreads his middle-of-the-night calls, because he’s dangerous when she’s half asleep, too much like home for her to keep a proper distance....
it couldn’t wait until morning, because it matters too much to him, their cases and the answers to their mysteries and her, always her. everything and everyone but himself, she reminds herself as she drifts off to the rhythmic beating of the storm, grateful that he is once again finding his footing in the world.""
Revival Mulder and Scully reacquaint themselves with each other while on their long road trips. She lengthens their time together, knowing how much Mulder craves these moments.
of adventures and goodbyes (and once about the family they left behind).
""1994. He comes to Maryland to send his father out to sea one last time, a sight far more familiar than welcoming him home. Charlie sleeps on Dana’s couch and she wakes him in the middle of the night, making him sit up so she can lean against him, so they can stifle their tears into each other’s shoulders.
“I don’t know what to do now,” he whispers. “I wasn’t even that close to him. I don’t know what I’d do if it was mom. If was you.”
“If it was Melissa,” Dana finishes, and they both feel like children once again. He clings to her harder.""
Post Home Again Scully relates Charlie's heartbreak and distance after Melissa's death, fearing that it's too late to reach out. Mulder, hopeful man that he is, encourages her.
 White Noise (Ao3)
""There are always two clocks running in his head. Every glimpse of his watch followed by an automatic, nearly subconscious subtraction.
It’s eight a.m. here, six there. She’s just waking up, shuffling toward the shower in a silk robe, boiling water for tea on the stove as she stirs pollen into her yogurt. Nine p.m. and she’s running a bath, her dinner roasting in the oven. One a.m. and her eyes are fluttering closed, her breathing soft in his ear as he drifts off.
She calls him as soon as she gets home each night and they don’t say much. He turns on speakerphone and leaves his phone on the kitchen table as he washes dishes, next to him on the couch as he throws on a movie, cradled against his ear as he falls asleep. It’s almost like she’s there.""
AU-- FTF Scully is still reassigned after she and Mulder make the next step in their relationship. They weather a long-distance relationship, connecting over the phone while he works furiously to get her back.
I've Got To See The Stars (Ao3)
""What are you up to?”
“Just trying to sleep.”
“Wanna hold off on that a bit?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s get out of the city for a few hours.”
“Scully, we just got back to the city this afternoon, or did you already forget about Indiana?”
She ignores him. “Pick me up in ten.”
“Okay.""
Post The Unnatural Scully calls, asking Mulder to drive out to a field with her. He's amused; and both stare at the stars without any way to figure out constellations.
5./21. mulder/scully 
""And on some subconscious level you know, have always known, that you’re the cause of whatever innocence, whatever tenderness he has left; you’re the reason his heart is still beating and his eyes are ever-hopeful. Your medical degree is useless next to the effect of your mere presence, your stubborn instinct to believe in him even if you question all that he accepts.""
Post Millennium Scully knows what makes Mulder happy, refusing to take the generous out he provides for her.
Scully makes Mulder breakfast for the first time
""she pushes the eggs around in the saucepan and curses mulder for not having any oil in his pantry, no butter in his fridge, not even any bacon to give it some grease. she had considered, and then quickly dismissed, coating the pan with juice, and instead left hot water running over a bottle of ketchup hoping to work the crust off the lid.
and really, why did mulder even have eggs if he didn’t have anything else in there to make them taste better? four eggs, half a gallon of expired orange juice, the unopenable ketchup and a frozen pizza barely gave her anything to work with after he turned to her in bed and whined please, my physician ordered me not to take these painkillers without food, raising his arm as high as the sling would let him to prove he couldn’t cook for himself.""
Post Millennium Scully tries to make Mulder breakfast... but a Mulder fridge is filled with many useless things.
Sunday Morning
""She rolls away from Mulder, who has nudged one knee between her and the edge of the bed and is bouncing like a child.
“Sculllllllly,” he whines.
“fivemoreminutes” she mumbles, turning to lie fully on her other side, her right hand reaching behind her to pull him along....
He stares at the clock on her nightstand for exactly five minutes.
“It’s time to wake up now,” he whispers the second the clock changes.""
Dating-- Mulder wakes Scully up with a present: a "case" in Maui.
ok, i still find this so cute. this is from a random group os s7 vignettes i never finished.
""Mulder guessed a letter wrong and she moved to add the final alien foot, but not before Mulder pushed her hand away, as if not letting her finish would prolong his defeat. But she fought back and ended up drawing a balloon-like circle across half the page....""
Skinner is highly amused that Scully is the person to instigate a silent alien hangman game in the middle of boring presentation.
@gingerstorm101/Gingerstorm101/dana_katherine_sculder's
The New Hen House
""Wha- what are you doing?”
“Finishing up the new chicken coop.” He said matter-of-factly. “Do you like it?”
She walks around it, taking it in. “I don’t know what to say.” What could she say to such a thing? Maybe living in the middle of nowhere was a good idea after all. “You built this all while I was at work?” She can’t take her eyes off it.""
IWTB Mulder updates his chicken coop with light-up UFOs.
Beautiful
""He leans back in his seat as she joins him at the picnic table beside one of the venders. He tried, but he can’t keep it in. He had to tell her. “You are so beautiful when you smile.”
She doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t have to. The smile radiating off her is all he needs to see. It makes her ever the more beautiful."" 
Revival Mulder's admiration of Scully pushes them into a little bubble of happiness.
Picture of You
""There is a knock on the door.
His head shoots up, eyes wide. “Just a minute!” The nurse calls to the people on the other side of the door. She hands him back the photo of his wife and he dries his eye quickly. She waits until he’s ready for company before she makes her way to the door and slowly opens it.
“Excuse me,” He hears a small familiar voice. “Is my Daddy here?” He wants to start crying again, ashamed at thinking of leaving the little girl behind.""
AU-- Post Finale Mulder is diagnosed with terminal cancer. His heart bleeds for his two children, pouring out his pain and sorrow to a sympathetic nurse. (This is a tearjerker for me.)
@stellagibsonisalifeforce's Unnamed
""This morning, Black Friday for everyone else, Mulder let Scully sleep in a little while he went for a run in the rain. He brought back coffees, a bear claw for himself, and a toasted bagel with regular cream cheese for her. After, they started to dig the Christmas decorations out of of the basement.""
Revival Mulder and Scully set up their Christmas decorations, pal around with Daggoo, and miss Maggie's presence.
Thank you for reading~
Enjoy!
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▴ — @puxrlunae ;; Sheik & Amaron. ❛  come on, talk to me, please. i can hear it in your voice that something is wrong.  ❜
   He’s shut himself in the library again, because it’s easier after the little breakdown he had. If Amaron thought Sheik wasn’t sleeping before, after the tears he shed he definitely didn’t sleep that night. And the next day he had even gone to work early just to get out of the house, without seeing Amaron and especially without seeing Kasus. His nightmares have taken a rather vindictive turn now, focusing more on Amaron or even Link and Ganondorf–it is eating away at him. 
   Like he’s cracking at the seams. 
   Like he’s fracturing. 
   He had fallen asleep on his desk before Amaron came in, and the sound of the door closing had startled him the worst he’s ever been startled. A dagger had actually been flying from his hand from who knows where and it had embedded itself in the wall near Amaron’s head. It stuck into the wall and Sheik collapsed down at the chair and breathed out heavily, blinking at the desk a few times before scooting himself back up to it. He picked his quill up and dipped it in the ink to continue writing what he was. 
   He lets Amaron do what he wants, hears him move around the office and the little bits of small chit chat he tries to make and–Sheik can’t. He can’t do the small chit chat, he can’t pretend that things are fine because they’re not fine. His heart is hurting and he spent the last day, what felt like too long, actually shedding tears. He does feel rather pathetic over that, over the fact he cried because of such a small argument but he had and it hadn’t helped anything. He didn’t feel better after that, he just felt worse. 
   There’s a question voiced, something about dinner he thinks and Sheik gives a soft sigh before shrugging. “I don’t care.” Whatever they have for dinner, it doesn’t matter to him what they eat. If he’s not cooking it, anyway. If he is cooking it, which is fine, he’d like to know what he has to make. 
   And then Amaron’s hand is over top of his own, stilling his hand from writing in the book. He takes a breath, listening when the other talks. 
   ❛  come on, talk to me, please. i can hear it in your voice that something is wrong.  ❜
   Why wouldn’t something be wrong? And it has nothing to do with Kasus, the wandering deity in their home has been nothing but polite and respectful. Just because he is a stranger that Sheik isn’t comfortable sharing a bed with doesn’t mean the something that is wrong is his fault. It’s the man standing beside him, who just doesn’t seem to be able to see it for some reason. Who doesn’t hear the tone in his voice, the words that he says, the way they hurt. Sheik had tried to talk him through a solution, to voice his discomfort, and he was–shot down. 
   And it hurt. Why wouldn’t it? 
   He’s apparently not over that feeling of hurt either, there’s a pain in his chest and he can’t force out the words I’m fine this time–because he’s not. He’s not fine and it aches. He’s so tired of arguing, of bickering, of feeling like he’s always saying the wrong thing somehow because Amaron ends up getting hurt or closing off or–whatever that was the last time he was in the library with Sheik. But he doesn’t know how to explain that either without making it worse again. Without just running on repeat like a song that just continues to loop. 
   There’s a sound that leaves him, very much a sob he tries to force back and Sheik pulls his arm from Amaron’s grip to bury his face in his hands. Crying alone had been one thing, crying in front of Amaron seems like something much worse. So he tries to keep quiet, to make himself stop, what are more tears going to help other than exhaust him? 
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Hello, Kait! This is very specific but I woke up from my nap and my imagination chose angst—
So let's say instead of being his game tester, MC is Ray's assistant. She's a Mint Eye believer who began to admire him for his hard work and devotion to paradise, trying her best to get closer to him. At first, Ray is hesitant, but accepts the affection offered to him anyway, and sooner rather than later they both end up developing romantic feelings for each other.
Their love grows stronger than their blind "faith" in Mint Eye and the savior, and watching the other take the elixir (and suffer the consequences) goes from something "painful but necessary" to something unbearable, neither of them can stand idly by while the other sufferd.
Just like in his route, Ray starts keeping secrets and lying to the savior to prevent MC from drinking the elixir and/or being taken to the basement. For her part, MC begins to believe that the best thing for Ray would be to take him away from Magenta. Of course Rika finds out, locks and tortures Ray in the basement and Suit Saeran wakes up.
Suit Saeran fails to break MC's spirit or convince her to go back to being the obedient believer she once was, so she ends up in the basement after the most painful cleansing ceremony she's ever had. As happens in BR2, Saeran/Ray decides to free her, apologizing for not being able to make her happy and drugs her with sleeping pills to take her to an unknown apartment, far from Magenta.
Two, maybe three years go by, and MC remains in the same apartment living a relatively "normal" life, managing to get a job and going to therapy, but of course dealing with PTSD after all that happened. Nor has she been able to forget Ray or Saeran, she still loves them and lives with the constant anguish of not knowing their whereabouts. She would like to believe that they managed to escape Mint Eye on their own and are free, but the looming possibility that they have died haunts her every day, preventing her from truly being happy.
Then, a day like any other, she decides to go for ice cream and finds those mint eyes that she adores so much. Even with red hair, the face of her loved ones is unmistakable. It's a dream, MC thinks, it has to be, but she can't take her eyes off him, afraid that if she does, this apparition will disappear. Their eyes meet and they both get uncomfortable, MC doesn't know whether to run away or get closer, while SE Saeran doesn't understand why this stranger looks at him like... like Saeyoung looked at him (and sometimes still does) when they met again.
MC has a nervous breakdown and runs away, but later, much later, after calming down, she finds herself crying again, but this time with relief. Regardless of who the host was, he's alive, alive and out of Mint Eye, looking healthier than ever, and for the first time in a long time MC can say she's feeling genuinely happy. She's oblivious to the news about the fall of Mint Eye because she stays away from that type of media, since it can overwhelm her, that's the reason why the whole situation takes her so by surprise. However, even though she feels selfish in doing so, she tries to approach SE Saeran once more, see his face and hear his voice once more, or so she tells herself but they continue to meet until they form a somewhat strange but lovable friendship.
MC discovers that the body's new host calls himself 'Saeran', but knows that this Saeran is not the same as she once knew. She becomes more and more curious about him, and at some point her friendly affection turns into something romantic, but not because SE Saeran looks and sounds identical to the men she loved, but because of himself, she falls in love with that boy whose life persists despite the countless number of times his heart has been broken, the lover of clouds and ice cream, the Saeran Choi in front of her.
SE Saeran reciprocates her feelings, but neither of them do anything about it, no, they are both too scared, at least at first. SE Saeran is afraid of hurting MC and MC is afraid that Saeran will think she sees him as a replacement. It gets to the point where MC can no longer deal with her emotions and has a talk with SE Saeran where she tells him everything, about her being a former Mint Eye believer, about what happened with Ray and the other Saeran, about her feelings for he. It's a complicated, painful conversation to have, but also necessary. I think SE Saeran would be surprised, but also that he is vaguely aware of Suit Saeran's existence, though not Ray's.
Probably not at that moment, but they both establish an unspoken relationship, there are no labels but they both know that they love each other, what they have is not "normal", but it's theirs and it makes them happy.
Then SE Ray and Grave wake up. I think Ray would feel very contradicted, on the one hand, he still loves MC, he still considers her his princess, and now they are both free, but... But this is no longer his life, he's no longer the host, SE Saeran is, and MC is his partner. A part of him is so desperate to hug and kiss MC, tell her how much he loves her, try to make up for lost time and enjoy the time they now have, but the other part of him feels like a nuisance and doesn't want to be, nor he wants to hurt SE Saeran and MC because of his selfish feelings, he wants to get away from her but he's dying to stay too. Grave is another story... The guilt for everything he did to MC persists and he would try to avoid her like the plague, not believing himself worthy of even thinking about her, very similar to what SE Saeran feels towards Iris at the beginning of your fic (Which I love, btw!).
This is how I think they would react, but they are technically your OCs, so I would like to know how you think they would act in such a situation.
Aaaand.... That's all! I'm so sorry this is so long, but my imagination + Saeran Choi = Infodump.
Oh, wow, you came up with a whole story idea! Spoilers for Iris, my Assistant Unknown story below!
As you know, one of the most dramatic revelations in that story is the realization that you meant something to Ray without realizing it. You didn’t know him and he never truly got a chance to know you… and by the time he returns, you’ve discovered how to live a new life with someone else… someone like him but someone new. He's afraid of what that means and what might go wrong now but you, their Iris, you understand without even trying, and smile at him. 
My favorite part of that story was trying to add in tidbits sprinkled throughout the story until the revelation was shoved in your face all together and there was nothing you could do but begin to cry. That was so fun to do because nobody go the hints until they sprang out at the end!
Now, your idea is an entirely different concept altogether! What if you had known Ray? What if your story followed the opposite? Where you know Ray and Suit Saeran, but you meet SE Saeran who doesn't get who you are except for maybe a whisper of something that the other Saeran, in this particular case, Grave since that's my take on SE Suit Saeran... has to say.
He doesn't know you... but you knew them.
I think you could make something really enticing out of this but wow would it be such a very long concept to write about. There are just so many details that it would take much longer than the time I have to answer this question to completely flesh out. But, for the sake of your fantasy, let me at least to give you my take on what those two would feel about this specific situation.
In this case, what Grave guilty about isn't shooting the MC, since, as you know, Grave's concept is tied with my MC... and his guilt more or less stems from him not knowing who fired the gun at V that day... it could've been him or SE Saeran... and it hit Lila instead because she wanted to stop them from making a mistake. In this case, your MC is tortured by Mint Eye and he knows its his fault.
Similar to how we know him in my story, I imagine in this situation he would definitely go out of his way to avoid you. It's not your fault. It'll never be your fault. It's his fault you got hurt in the first place and he wants nothing more than to stay away from you because getting close to him is only going to destroy you in the end. He won't ruin anything you have with the other two if you make something with them.
He would be a supportive of that, and he would even do his best to make sure those two are protected when it comes to you… but… 
I just can't see him being willing to open up to you for a very long time. If you’re patient with him and make sure that he is allowed the boundaries he needs to stay safe then you don't need to worry about anything. Give him time to realize and recognize that you forgive him. He did a lot of bad things and he wants to hold himself accountable, so don't tell him that he didn't do anything wrong.
Acknowledge that he did something wrong and understand that he needs time to forgive himself regardless of how you feel. It's going to take a long time before he's able to hold you… However, understand one thing and one thing alone, when he's ready to open a door for you, he'll press his hand against yours when you're sitting five feet apart on the couch. 
SE Ray... God.
It's complicated with him because not only would he want to fall back into bad habits, he would feel like he doesn't belong in your life anymore. It's not just because you've already made a relationship with SE Saeran… It's because you're living in a world that hasn't had him in it for so long that he doesn't deserve to come back.
There's nothing he wants more than to treat you like royalty and make sure you have everything he wasn't able to give you before, but he understands very well that he might not be what you want anymore and he needs to learn how to not put you on a pedestal. 
You would need to be careful with him because of what you went through if only because the minute you allow him back in and you don't have a conversation about communication, he's going to think that he needs to be the person he was when you were together in that place. He's going to think you want him to take care of you and you alone. You're going to have to communicate with him and help him understand that you want to be equals, you don't just want to be on top of the world while he's underneath you. 
More than anything, what's going to hold him back in this situation is Big it's secure and afraid that you won't want to be with him because you already have Saeran. 
SE Saeran...
I think this concept is very interesting for him because I genuinely don't know what would happen to him in a situation where he is face to face with somebody who wasn't his assistant but was the assistant of those who came before him. It would be difficult for him to get close to you because he's fully aware that whatever happened to you in the past is not something he can remember and he can't make up for whatever happened if he doesn't know what happened with the other two. 
Because that's exactly what would happen to him, he would want to make up for what they did but that's not something he can do. Those two have to hold themselves accountable when they come back and talk to you about it, he has a completely different relationship with you than they do. It would just make for an interesting line of communication at the end of the day because you have a relationship that is so vastly different with all three of them, and yet you love them all the same just as they love you. 
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Blinding Lights
Happy Fathers Day to all the amazing dads out there!!
Warnings: sensory issues, cursing, bad teachers, crying, mentions of absent fathers, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Oliver Queen x sibling reader
Request: Oooo when you can, could you do dialogue #28 with teen!reader x arrow verse (reader is Oliver and Thea’s adopted younger sibling) where reader ended up having a mental break down at school and when Oliver came to pick them up he asks if he can hug them? Reader has sensory issues and isn’t very fond of touch, but they allow him because they have grown super close to him over time and they are ok with the feeling of his swester or something?
Request by: @mictodii
(Sorry this took so long and if this isn’t what you wanted, and if it’s not then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)
*not my gif*
Summary: When you have a mental breakdown at school, there’s one person you can count on to make you feel better. The person that you’ve always been able to count on
A/N: This is really short; Also, I’ve never written a character with sensory issues before so I’m so sorry if I got this wrong!; and the bolded is the dialogue prompt
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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You were yet to fully calm down, your breathing coming out in quick and ragged breaths instead of the slow and steady deep ones like the teacher had told you to do.
It wasn't like you could help it though, the teachers hadn’t even tried to help you fully calm down before sitting you down in the small waiting room near the office. And staring at the beige walls with no decorations whatsoever was beginning to make you claustrophobic.
The lights were too bright- so bright- that you felt like your head was spinning.
You tried to drop it into your hands, but your forehead touched the scratchy material of your sweater, and you immediately snapped your head up immediately, unable to stand the feeling.
No matter what you did, nothing could calm you down. And nobody was left in the room after the teachers exited to talk to your brother, not even allowing you to go see him.
They had apparently called him when you had run out of a classroom in the middle of a lesson and broke down crying in the hallway.
None of the teachers had bothered to ask you why that happened, they just rolled their eyes and scoffed at you for interrupting and ruining their lessons.
The truth was, the stress of all the final exams coming up and all of the work that you had to do became far too much for you and you couldn’t stand it anymore.
You had tried very hard to suppress whatever it was that you were feeling, just at least until you got into the safety of your own home, but the more you tried to suppress it, the stronger the feeling became.
Finally, just as you thought you were about to start crying again, the door opened and Oliver came into view.
His eyes were soft upon seeing the state you were in, and he gently beckoned with a hand for you to get up, “Come on, Trouble.” He used his childhood nickname for you, “Let’s go home.”
As you walked in front of him, he was careful not to touch you, but made sure to be close enough that you knew he was there for you if you needed him.
He, just like the rest of your friends and family, knew about your sensory issue and they were always sure to respect it in anyway that they could.
When you got to the car, he opened the door for you before jogging to get to his side, closing the door but not yet pulling out, and turned his head to look at you.
All of a sudden it became too much once more, all of the feelings from earlier resurfaced and you found yourself crying your eyes out again.
He let you cry for a moment before hesitantly calling out to you, “N/n… can I hug you?” He asked, not wanting to do anything you were uncomfortable with.
Much to his surprise, you nodded your head.
But he didn’t waste a second on wrapping you into his strong arms and pulling you into the protective comfort of his chest.
He gently held you, stroking your hair softly as he prepared to be pushed away at any moment.
You continued to cry into his chest though, appreciating the comfort that the hug from your older brother brought.
When you finally calmed down enough just to be hiccuping and sniffling, you didn’t pull away right away as you actually leaned closer to Oliver, finding comfort in the feeling of his soft sweater. It calmed you down even more.
After giving yourself another minute, you slowly pulled away from him, looking up at his face to see him already looking right back at you.
You didn’t want to talk about what had happened. You didn’t want to relive that. You didn’t want him to ask about it.
“You don’t have to explain.” He said softly, as if reading your mind.
“Thank you.” You whispered back, feeling so grateful for your brother at that moment.
“There’s no need to thank me.” He paused for a moment, letting the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, “But… I will need to speak with those teachers of yours, they’re real assholes.”
A small smile made its way onto your face when he said that, knowing that he would in fact have a talk with those teachers- and probably be joined by Thea was well.
As you looked at him now, you finally realized just how much your brother did for you, because he cares about you.
How he would respect your need for space and literally leave work in the middle of the day because you were crying at school.
And while your father was never actually around for most of your life, Oliver he was. He was there for you through everything, like a real father should be.
As far as you were concerned, you had the greatest brother in the world, because he could fill that empty void your father had left behind.
Chaotic Hero’s 🤍- @lovanitu @mukbee
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breakdown w novia where she ends up puking bc shes crying so hard/so upset is like good & funny in the moment. honestly was a missed opportunity though to have her opening up like that w a one off woman character (R.I.P.) & Gary. she should have been going through the nastiest mental health episode s6 (this is to parallel rusty as well (bc they should have done more w that. bc theyre both transgender and also just bc their relationship was just kind of thrown into the garbage even though they have something really cool potentially under the surface. and return to malice btw. but that isnt this post. anyway)) so unfair she's made face of the guild, you have wandering spider's widow blaming her ass alone for the guild fuck ups & the rest of the council (cough. phantom limb) letting it happen & always putting the most pressure on her. and she's the one juggling the move to council life the worst & it makes he feel guiltier and she's choking on guilt worse than her husband is when he's doing the most selfish thing imaginable as a husband . and her marriage is falling apart and she blames herself & he blames her for not making things easier for him or making him do paperwork or "working against him" and doesnt consider how she feels having to make those decisions. and her biggest gripe when her husband is breaking rules in front of her is that he hangs up on her so she really is team monarch but he doesnt believe it & etc etc etc so much shit, he doesn't even apologize or anything he's mostly just focused on being out of the doghouse & she has to drop it bc well he just killed his dad and also bc women get no real emotional development . this post was supposed to get to the point of that she should have had that breakdown in front of PL to also acknowledge the fact that she never got closure with him (monarch is still allowed to have a big vendetta thing against him but she's treated as an object to be won by the both of them, she's used as a pawn at her own wedding "did you really think this was about you" type thing and its never addressed again as if malcolm's jealousy is the most important. ANYWAY.) and its interesting bc i think PL more than anyone knows that she feels a need to feel useful -> easy to use, and he's always had a knack for playing w her/using her & fine whatever they act like colleagues now but he should have kept up his evil asshole thing, doesnt actually care about her feelings & holds major grudges/etc etc & he's the one making her the face of the council & he's the remnant of a flaw in her relationship/something that feels like a mistake on her part so she would take it out on him until a breaking point. whatever see my vision.
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