#aren’t you supposed to like. listen to them. he’s literally like no you’re fine when i know i’m not lol

[klemen-tine]

Blowing Raspberries

Batfam x Male!Reader Platonic

@jaythes1mp Sorry this took so long and is not all in one part! But here is the first half.

TW: Break in, Child Abuse (not the Batfam), and neglect

Publicly, Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson is the oldest Wayne sibling. Taken in by Bruce Wayne at 8-years-old, he is the first child and the oldest. In the eyes of the law and adoption papers. In the eyes of the Wayne family however, the oldest sibling title belongs to Y/N L/N. Similar to the Drakes, the L/N’s live on the other side of the Waynes, and similar to Tim, Y/N had been left home alone… a lot. 

Which meant he was over, a lot. So much so, he had his own room, Alfred made him a plate for every meal, and he was aware of their little nightly activities. Y/N L/N was a needed normalcy within the Manor, reminding them that there is more to life outside of crime fighting. 

“Did you see that new cafe?” Y/N asked, looking into Dick’s exhausted eyes while resting his chest against Jason’s head. Dick shook his head, “No. Why?” Y/N pouted, “Because you guys literally broke their windows last night.” Jason winced, remembering the shattering of glass and wide-eyed stares as he handled some thugs. 

“Please tell me that isn’t the cafe you wanted to go to today.” Dick buried his head in his hands and begged every deity that it was not that cafe. Y/N has been talking about it for weeks and finally found a time where all their schedules aligned so they could do it. 

“It was.” Jason and Dick groaned while Y/N stared at them with an annoyed expression. His arms that were wrapped around Jason tightened in a mocking chokehold, knowing that if Jason wanted to he could easily get out and have Y/N pinned. Dick groaned again, “Is… is there somewhere else you want to try?” 

“Not really.” ‘Fuck!’ Jason and Dick stared at one another, trying to figure out a way to still have this day with Y/N. If they don’t hurry, the vultures will swoop in and suggest something that will catch Y/N’s attention and– 

“Y/N, how about we got to the petting zoo.” 

“Dami!” 

“Buzz off short stack!” Y/N thumped Jason’s head with his chin, “Don’t talk to Dami like that.” The youngest Wayne smiled victoriously while his two older brothers glared at him. Dick looked offended and Jason was actually ready to strangle him. Y/N shook his head, “Dami, aren’t we going on Friday? I’m picking you up from school to go.” Damian scrunched his nose, “We can go twice.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but to chuckle, “Hmmm, those rabbits are cute.” Jason’s grip tightened, “The new bookstore in downtown! There’s a new bookstore that is supposed to have a cafe attached to it.” Damian scowled at Dick perked up, “Yeah, I forgot about that.” Y/N hummed, staring at Jason in concern, “Jay, you hate downtown.” It’s full of rich snobs and people who have nothing better to do than walk the streets in designer clothing. 

Jason made a face, “It’s our day with you, I’m fine with it as long as you’re there.” Dick gagged and Damian looked ready to chuck a knife at him. Y/N blinked at the younger man in shock before laughing, “That’s cute, okay. Let’s go there then.” He released Jason from his hold, unwrapping his arms from Jason’s neck and standing tall. Dick smiled at Y/N, who was talking to a pouting Damian and ruffling slicked back hair. 

“Alright, Y/N, I'm assuming you’re ready.” Unlike the Wayne brothers who had a father that did not care why they landed on the NEWS or magazine as long as they didn’t kill anyone, Y/N’s father was different. For someone who was always gone, he had a firm hold and opinions on Y/N’s life. 

Bruce may not care that his kids go out looking like they haven’t showered in three days, but Y/N’s dad has ordered the maids to get rid of all the ripped jeans Y/N had because the paparazzi made an opinion on them when Y/N wore them. Jason remembers listening in on that call, and numerous other calls from Mr. L/N, as he hollered at his child he did not care about. 

“You are a L/N! If you still want that last name then you will dress like a L/N!”

Unlike Dick and Jason who are dressed in jeans, Y/N is dressed in slacks and a nice polo shirt. His hair was clean and styled and the shoes he wore still shined. The aesthetic is called ‘old money’ and boy did Y/N have that. He and the Wayne siblings have become the newest trend setters in Gotham. 

Whenever the paparazzi caught them together it was always Old Gotham vs New Gotham. Slacks vs Jeans. Hair combed vs natural. Clean vs Rugged. L/N vs Wayne. 

They were the topic whenever they were out together, which was a lot. The only reason Mr. L/N hasn’t said anything is probably because Bruce is keeping his mouth shut about the child-neglect and abandonment. Point is, seeing the Wayne kids and L/N son together wasn’t odd, in fact there were jokes of Bruce Wayne adopting him, but they still always turned heads. 

“Y/N, I am telling you that is a horrible choice and you’re not gonna like it.” Said young man raised an eyebrow at Jason and tutted disappointedly, “Jay, you haven’t even read it.” The guy motioned at the cover, “Look at it! Dick! Come ‘ere and look at it!” The other made only a side glance at it and sighed, “Y/N… this is only going to lead to problems.” 

“It is literally a book about romance.” Jason screwed up his face, like someone had shoved a lemon down his throat, “But like… young adult romance. Read the classics.” 

“I have read the classics. You have read me the classics. I read them in class and if I have to read how Ms. Elizabeth Barnett falls in love with Mr. Darcy one more time I’m actually going to throw myself in traffic.” Dick agreed with Y/N on that, remembering all the time he had to read the damn book. 

“It's Elizabeth Bennett.” 

“Jay, I swear to God.” 

“Are you sure you read them because there’s no way someone who’s read them would get that name wrong.” 

“Little wing–” 

“–Dickie, maybe. But not anybody else.” 

“–Excuse you.” Y/N snorted at the now bickering brothers, watching in amusement as Dick pulled Jason’s ear and Jason to Dick’s hair. Sighing, Y/N stepped between the two. Y/N L/N is possibly the only person, other than Alfred, who would dare do such a thing. Fear was absent on his face as he calmly walked into the dog fight, and helped release their bites with gentle tugs and stern words. 

“Enough. The line is picking up at the cafe, so let's checkout and head over.” Y/N is the person who quells the fights and mends the bonds. The only person in the Manor that knew how to communicate their feelings and help others realize and communicate theirs. 

He is the kind, patient, and understanding older brother of the Batfam. Always paying attention to other’s needs and always willing to listen to someone vent their frustrations and offer sound advice. Y/N is –

“–And what about the company?! How come the sales are low this month?” 

“Father, they are riding average, it’s just the last month was a boom because–” 

“I don’t care about last month! Why are the sales low this month?!” 

– not Bruce Wayne’s ward, and therefore there isn’t much he can say in this scenario. Bruce listened and watched  Y/N slouch as Mr. L/N continued to scream and berate him from across the world. He watched the exhaustion take over Y/N’s features and the way his forehead creased, Bruce knows that a headache is now present. 

“If you still want the company then you better act like it! Enough of prancing around like the money you spend is yours!” Y/N is grateful his father hung up after that, because Y/N had a clapback to that and he’s sure his father would fly back from wherever he is just to smack him around for saying it. 

Setting his phone down on the coffee table, the weight of the conversation making his shoulders sag and melt into the armchair with a huff. Bruce chuckled at the pout, “For what it is worth, fluctuating prices are normal in businesses. As long as it doesn’t go too low, you are fine.” Y/N smiled at the man, fixing his posture and picking up the mug of coffee. 

“You heard all of that?” The man can still remember when he first met Y/N. The property alarm was triggered, and when Bruce and Alfred went out to investigate, an 8-year-old Y/N was there, his hands holding the wild raspberries and his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. 

He huffed at the memory, making Y/N give him a weird look. Bruce had been grateful to Y/N’s impromptu trespassing, because when Dick came into his care, a now 10-year-old Y/N had welcomed the traumatized and blubbering 8-year-old. Something Bruce had little to no idea how to handle. 

Then Jason came and that was a wild ride, followed by Steph, then Tim, and now Damian. That's just the Robins. It doesn’t include the others that have become family but never took the Robin mantle. Y/N had been there through it all, and welcomed each one with a smile and open arms. At the same time giving Bruce a raised eyebrow and icy glare that screamed, ‘Really? Another child?’ 

Y/N never faulted Bruce for his lack of communication, but he did let the man know repeatedly that while words may start fires, they can also put them out. Y/N had laid it on him one time, after a particular nasty fight with Dick and Jason. 

“For a man who loves using his vocabulary to start arguments you sure don’t have the vocabulary to fix them. What are you, a toddler?” 

Mending things with Y/N is always easy, because Y/N does not hold grudges. Not to mention having the emotional intelligence of a therapist, Y/N was always in-tuned to his emotions and whether he was projecting or not. Or if anyone else was. Living in a manor filled with people who have traumatic backstories and skeletons in the closets, Y/N has become the voice of reason and unbiased opinions. Similar to Alfred, just without the sass. 

“Do you still like raspberries?” Bruce asked, and Y/N nodded, “You ask this every time a celebration of some sort comes up and the answer is always the same. Yes, I still love raspberries.” Y/N had once confided to Bruce, over a glass of wine, how he had asked his father if he could paint the bookshelves in his room. Little did Mr. L/N know that the color would be burgundy, the closest color to a raspberry he could get without poking someone’s eye out, and when his father found out he had the bookshelves removed and set ablaze. 

Y/N got his ass handed to him when Mr. L/N came back from his trip, and was then prohibited from decorating his room without prior approval of design and permission. 

Bruce had the bookshelves in Y/N’s room in the manor painted burgundy, and when Y/N saw them, it was like watching a child be told that they were not the bad child. The relief and the path to healing across his face as he took in the bookshelves.

The man watched Y/N sip his cup of coffee, watching how exhaustion seemed to seep off of him like cologne and fill the air with his tired and somewhat annoyed state. Phone calls from Mr. L/N we’re never received well by anybody, and Jason and Tim have more than once thought about sending the hateful man a few messages. Damian offered to ambush him when he came home. 

Y/N quickly shot those down.

Tim came from nowhere, his face screwed tight and body tense. Y/N gave him a once over, before making space for the college student on the couch. He gave him a worried look-over, “Is everything alright?” Tim melted into Y/N’s side, huffing and grumbling about something. 

Bruce’s phone vibrated, and it was a message from Tim sent before he got down here. 

‘It’s in Cabo.’ Bruce huffed, already knowing that if Tim was listening then so was everyone else. Referring to Mr. L/N as an ‘it’ seemed to be everyone’s favorite pastime. Everyone but Y/N’s, but as long as it wasn’t said around him then it was fine. 

“You’re going to the Gala, right?” Tim asked and Y/N nodded, “Of course, when have I ever missed one?” Tim continued to grumble a bit, but relaxed into Y/N’s side as he ran his fingers through Tim’s messy hair. God he loves it when Y/N does this. There was barely anything better than Y/N’s head massages, easily lulling him to a calm state as everyone mentally prepared for the Gala tonight. 

When Y/N had turned 13, that is when he started showing up to the Galas representing L/N Industries, and he would be in Bruce’s care while there. Whoever Bruce met, Y/N was expected to make a great impression. Bruce never missed the way Y/N would sometimes stare at the Wayne kids in jealousy as they got to do whatever they want, while he is forced to be an adult and try to win other adults over. 

Then forced to be yelled at afterwards by his father on the phone afterwards for something miniscule. Either someone commented on a piece of clothing, or how he wasn’t smiling, anything that was negative Y/N got yelled at for. It was like Mr. L/N didn’t know how to do anything else other than yell at his child. 

Tim took no offense when the fingers in his hair stopped moving, and Y/N’s body became limp. The other was knocked out on the couch, napping away the stress and enjoying the weekend. Unlike Tim who had Bruce’s help when managing Wayne Enterprises, Y/N is all on his own. Learning from his dad’s assistant, and also Bruce’s, Y/N was basically alone when his father had forced him to take the mantle. In face only, because as far as Mr. L/N was concerned, the company’s profit was still his profit. None of it going to Y/N, except as a monthly allowance. 

Jason had once said he should just stop managing the company, and if his father loved it enough, then he’ll take over. Y/N chuckled-the bags under his eyes were deep and he had just gotten over a stress cold- and he said that although his father may care a lot about the profit, it was his late mother’s company and he wouldn’t want to embarrass her soul by purposefully failing. 

However, now all that company did was cause him stress and make him sick more frequently. Bruce had said it was probably stress from his father, and not so much the company, but that didn’t stop them all from wishing the company would just go away. 

Tim looked up Y/N through his eyelashes, taking in the similar dark circles they both shared and how Y/N looks paler than usual, and he knows that Y/N’s health would only get worse if they targeted the company. His oldest brother would do everything in his power to keep the company afloat, and it would be devastating on both sides. Y/N would run himself ragged trying to keep it alive and that would mean less time with them. 

“Let him rest, Tim. He needs it.” Everyone has asked Bruce if he plans to do something. However, there isn’t much Bruce can do now that Y/N is an adult. He’s offered a room in a manor for Y/N to stay at forever, but Y/N has always been a bit hesitant about leaving the L/N’s home. Bruce can understand why. 

Aged blue eyes observed the steady rise and fall of Y/N’s chest, and he wondered if there was anything that could convince Y/N to stay here. 

++++

“Mr. L/N, what a surprise.” A surprise it is too, because instead of Y/N being here, it is his father. The one who was in Cabo earlier today. The man smiled, looking nothing like Y/N’s, and he held out a hand, “It has been a while. I figured it was time to show my face and give my son a rest.” Dick stared at Mr. L/N in shock and weariness, not liking how he said ‘his son.’ If it was a jab at Bruce, it didn’t land. Brucie Wayne, the social bug he was, laughed and clapped his hand on Mr. L/N’s shoulder. 

“Is Y/N not showing up?” The man’s eyebrow twitched, “No, unfortunately he felt under the weather so he’s taking a break.” Dick’s eyes narrowed, and Bruce’s smile faltered, “Is that so? How unfortunate, he’s fun to talk to.” Mr. L/N’s smile tightened, “Indeed.” 

The Gala was tense, at least it was for the Wayne family, because Y/N never misses a Gala. Never. Dick saved a slice of raspberry cheesecake, for when Y/N comes over tomorrow. He’s going to be upset that he missed a fresh slice, but knowing Y/N, he’ll worry about missing the Gala. The cheesecake will act as reassurance that no one is mad. They just had to wait until tomorrow, when Y/N will show up. 

Only he didn’t. Dick can’t remember the last time he hasn’t seen Y/N in a 24-hour period, but he does know that he didn’t like it. Almost like there was a force keeping his shoulders tight and chest heavy. Looking around, he could already see the effects it was having on others. 

He didn’t answer his phone, and when they called the L/N Manor, it was one of the maids picking up and stating that Y/N was either out, sleeping, or feeling under the weather. Which doesn’t make sense because when Y/N is sick, he is always over at the Wayne manor. No one makes a better chicken noodle soup than Alfred. 

They let it go. Maybe Y/N wants to be home because his dad is home? 

Then the next day, there was still no Y/N. Not a text message, not a phone call, complete radio silence. Following radio silence while on patrol, radio silence from Y/N had to be one of the more terrifying forms of silence. 

There was nothing. His father left late last night, and usually that would mean Y/N would be over. He would be over complaining about his dad and how he needs to work harder. He’d get a stress cold that would last for two days before he would be back to normal.

Every phone call, every text message going unanswered. 

‘Y/N, I swear I’m about to break into your house. Please answer.’ The threat was real and Dick meant every word. He’s talked Jason, Damian, and surprisingly Tim from doing it but now four days of radio silence was enough to make even Bruce stir-crazy. Batman has become a little more violent throughout the week, and Bruce Wayne a little more stressed looking. 

‘Hey! Sorry for the silence, I’m just not feeling too well. I’ll see you in another few days.’ Everyone read the text message, and everyone’s mind filled with the same idea. 

“Honestly, with how often he’s with us you’d think he knows better than to lie.” Damian’s nose scrunched, eyeing the message as if it spit in his face. Tim shrugged, “It just means he’s hiding something.” 

Bruce said nothing, falling into the role of silent protector. 

“You are not actually going over in your Bat costume are you?” 

In the L/N Manor 

Y/N walked  the dark hallways back to his room. Under his arm was a book and in his other hand was a cup of coffee, still steaming and warming his fingers. The lightning that occasionally flashed filled the area with white light, casting long shadows and creating an eerie atmosphere. 

When Y/N was younger, he used to sprint back to his room. He hated how dark and silent the hallways are, reminding him that he is alone in a place that does not want him. When he whispered to Dick that he was scared of the lightning, Dick had told Bruce and sure enough Y/N would be spending nights at the Wayne manor whenever it was forecasted to thunderstorm. 

Y/N had gotten over the fear, but he still occasionally slept over when the forecast predicted rain. Just because he no longer feared it, didn’t mean he liked it. 

Pausing to look out the window like some gothic prince trapped in a tower, Y/N recalled the argument he had with his dad. The older L/N making a surprise visit and berating his child when he first saw him and when he left. Y/N wondered if with the allowance he was given, if he could just move out. Apartments in the upper end of Gotham were expensive, and he’d never hear the end of it if he moved to East Gotham. 

Not to mention, if he did leave to move out on his own, he’d be further from the Wayne family. Sure, Jason and Dick live on their own, and it wasn’t like Tim or Damian needed him around all the time, but it was home for him. 

Maybe, he’s the one that needs them.

Lightning flashed and there was another reflection in the window. 

“Ahhh!” Y/N threw his cup of coffee at the stranger behind him, and only paused in throwing the book when he saw the familiar cowl. 

“Bruce! What the hell?! Oh my God, oh my God, I think I just lost like 10 years of my life.” Y/N clasped a hand over his heart, trying to calm the organ. Taking deep breaths, he finally managed to steady his heart beat and scrunched his nose at the older man. To which, Bruce Wayne glared back, “What happened to your face?” 

‘Oh shit.’ Y/N sighed, “Nothing Bruce. I just fell, but what are you doing in my house? Did…did you break in?” Y/N tried to get around the taller and bigger man, but Bruce grabbed his arm. He spun Y/N around and thanks to the flash of lightning, Bruce’s jaw clenched at the fading bruises on Y/N’s face. 

“Did F/N do this?” 

“Bruce, I told you I just fell.” The lenses on the cowl narrowed, and Y/N saw the frown grow on the man’s face. Sighing, Y/N scrunched nose and winced when a bruise scrunched with it, “Honestly though Bruce, how did you even get in here? No, how did you even guess this hallway?” 

“You’re rooms this way.”

“Ahhhhh!” Y/N screamed and ran into Bruce’s side for protection against the voice. 

“Dick! Ho-wha- why are you here?!” 

“We were worried.” This time Y/N only flinched, and whirled around to see Damian in the Robin costume. He gaped at the pre-teen, “Oh my God, you all are just spawning out of nowhere.” Damian grabbed his hand, and Y/N couldn’t help but to hold the youngest’s hand. Muscle memory. 

“Y/N, you’re face,” Dick whispered, gently tracing the swollen and discolored skin, “We thought you were sick.” Y/N smiled, leaning into the palm of Dick’s hand, “I was. I’m just getting over it, as for the bruises… Like I was telling Bruce, I just fell.” 

Damian’s grip on Y/N’s hand tightened and the oldest sibling smiled down at him, “What’s wrong Dami?” The youngest gave a small glare through the lenses of the Robin mask, “I find your lies insulting and belittling, Y/N. The truth would be appreciated before things get more drastic.” 

“...Excuse me?” Y/N tried to remove his hand from Damian’s grip, and panicked when Robin refused to let go. 

“Y/N, please be honest. What happened?” Dick, in his Nightwing costume, rested his hands on Y/N's shoulders and tried to coax the truth out of the person he sees as his oldest brother. It only made the other tense, and tried to get out of Damian’s grip. 

“Guys, you’re scaring me.” 

“Y/N, what happened?” Bruce’s voice did nothing to ease the fear that Y/N was experiencing, and for the first time ever in the time he’s known the Wayne family, Y/N didn’t want to be around them. He struggled some more to get away from them, but with Robin’s grip on his hand, Nightwing’s hands on his shoulders, and Batman’s gaze keeping him in place, Y/N found it harder to move. 

Batman sighed, and with a nod that Y/N would have missed if he wasn’t focused on the man, Nightwing’s hand moved closer to Y/N’s neck. The other’s eyes widened, his one free hand moving to stop Nightwing. 

“Wa-”

“Good night, Y/N.” His vision went dark and the only thing he registered was a pair of arms catching him before his body hit the floor. 

++++

Y/N woke with a start, in a very familiar room, with raspberry painted bookshelves and dark sheets. His arms shot up to his face, and bandages rested on his cheeks. Looking at his arm and seeing the sleeves of his pajama pants, Y/N closed his eyes in misery and knew that if he were to lift the sleeves, there would be bandages. 

Sitting up, Y/N grunted and rested his forehead in his hand. 

“Oh good, you’re awake.” 

“Jay…” Y/N watched the other carefully, watching the taller and bigger man silently move across the room to sit next to him. His nose scrunched, “Your brothers and father have some explaining to do. Where are they?” Jason shrugged, “Out. Don’t worry about that, but Y/N, why did you hide this from us?” Y/N stared at Jason for a bit, processing the question and sighing irritably. 

“Cause it's not a big deal. This was the only time and–” 

“One time is still too many times!” Jason yelled, startling Y/N. Wide E/C eyes stared into Jason’s furious blue eyes, the slightest hint of green starting to slowly take over. Y/N gulped, “Jason, it’s fine. I am here now, right?” He reached out and grasped Jason’s larger hand, watching the other calm down with deep breaths. Those blue eyes of his seem to fall on every bandage across Y/N’s face, before looking back down at their clasped hands. 

“Everyone was a mess, you know that right?” Y/N chuckled at him, chalking it up to Jason being overdramatic, “You guys are too funny. I know me going radio silent wasn’t appreciated, but you don’t need to guilt trip me further.” 

“I’m not joking around, Y/N. Everyone was a mess.” There was something in Jason’s tone that had Y/N pausing. His E/C eyes landed on Jason and watched how those eyes continued to glow green. The larger man took a deep breath and seemed to calm whatever raging thoughts he was having, “But it's fine now, because you are here.” Y/N furrowed his brow, but smiled nevertheless, “Yeah.” 

Silence overtook the room and Y/N is still unsure how to proceed. It wasn’t rare for the Batfamily to be a bit… dramatic. For fucks sake Bruce dresses as a giant furry and terrorizes criminals. However, there was something in Jason’s tone that had Y/N stilling. Contemplating his next words and wondering if they were the correct ones to say. 

“You’re awake.” Y/N’s head snapped to the door and standing there was Damian. He gave a smile to the youngest Wayne, “Damian, you're not one to usually enter without knocking.” The youngest strolled over and eyes Jason’s and Y/N’s hands, “I heard you two talking and figured it would be okay if I entered.” Y/N pursed his lips, “Well, true but Dami you should still–” 

“Father wants to talk to you, after dinner.” Green eyes met E/C and there it was again. A glint of something sinister lurking underneath the green. Y/N gulped and outstretched an arm. His palms up like he was approaching a dog, asking to pet it. Damian took the invitation and fell into Y/N’s embrace. Crawling onto Y/N’s bed and into the space underneath Y/N’s arm and against his chest, Damian nuzzled into the space with a content smile. 

Y/N felt his heart rate spike, something alerting him that he is surrounding himself with something dangerous. Which is preposterous. Yeah, Damian was a little psychotic and so was Jason, but they wouldn’t harm Y/N. They wouldn’t hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. 

Yet, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong. 

“When is dinner, Dami?” The younger boy hummed, “At 5:30.” Y/N glanced at the clock reading 5:25. Sighing, gently nudged the two away, “C’mon we have five minutes. Alfred will be upset with us for being late.” Damian grumbled while Jason outwardly expressed his discontent. When Y/N fully stood up, he noted that his clothes were different. 

“Who… who changed me?” Jason shrugged and Damian continued walking. Y/N looked back down at the sweatpants he was now wearing and the oversized shirt. None of which are his. 

“I-I should change first–” 

“C’mon Y/N, no one cares.” 

“Indeed, Drake has shown up before looking horrid. You look wonderful, like always.” Y/N said nothing to address those comments, but the time clicking on the clock had Y/N forgoing dressing and instead grabbing his house slippers. Damian was quick to grab his hand and Jason walked behind like he was protecting Y/N from something. 

The walk was silent, and there were some bruises on Y/N’s body that had him wincing sometimes. Nevertheless, when the sound of chatter began to echo through the halls, Y/N controlled his expressions and braced for the question and answers he wanted. 

“Well, look who finally woke up,” Dick joked and Y/N rolled his eyes, “I don’t want to hear that from the people who broke into my house.” He said it as a jest, but some part of Y/N wanted to mean every word he said. The three culprits didn’t even pretend to look guilty. 

Y/N gave Bruce a pointed look, he busied himself by pouring himself, Y/N, Dick, and Jason wine. Damian released Y/N’s hand to go sit at his respective seat, between Tim and Bruce, while Y/N took his between Bruce’s and Dick’s. Dick smiled at him, “Happy to have you at dinner. They have been quiet for the past few days.”

“If that is your way of saying I talk too much Dick, may I remind you who is the reason we had to enact a five minute quiet period during meals before.” The man laughed, unbothered by that little fact being thrown into the air. 

Dinner continued with the usual chatter, arguments, snide remarks, and dirty looks. Y/N’s absence was barely brought up, and instead he got filled in about what he missed while he was radio-silent. No one questioned the bruises on his face, or the now open secret that Y/N had tried to keep quiet about. 

“Y/N, please see me in my studies.” Bruce gently squeezed Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N followed, thanking Alfred as he did so and waving to all the brothers. The walk was tense, and something kept stirring in Y/N’s stomach that he was walking into something dangerous. Not a trap, because a trap means Y/N didn’t see it or feel it coming. However, he can feel this one. He can feel this one coming, something that would have his life changing, and yet he still kept walking forward. It’s the Waynes. His family. 

They wouldn’t do anything he didn’t like. 

Bruce’s study was as dark and aesthetic as Y/N remembers. A dark oak wood desk, bookshelves, the laptop and monitors, and papers. Y/N rarely set foot in here, mainly because there was never a need to, but he remembers being young and playing hide-n-seek in here with Dick. 

Bruce turned and gently cupped Y/N’s bruised face, turning it slightly to take in each discolored patch of skin and open wounds. Y/N smiled, “Bruce, it’s fine. I’m fine. You and everyone else are just being overdramatic.” 

“Is that what all of this is? Us overreacting?” Y/N gave a nervous chuckle at Bruce’s tone, one he’s heard when the man was Batman. 

“I mean, considering you broke into my house, that seems excessive.” Bruce released Y/N’s face and walked behind his desk, and motioned to a stack of papers. 

“Y/N, if entering your home is considered excessive, then I don’t know how you are going to handle this.” 

“Break in, Bruce. It was a break in, and what are you talking about?” Y/N picked up the paper, and quickly scanned the document. Bruce watched the color drain from Y/N’s face and horror take over those bright E/C eyes. They flickered from the top of the page back to the bottom, and then to Bruce and back to the paper. 

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed, trying to form words he was desperate to say. 

Wayne Enterprise Acquires L/N Industries

Bought. Bruce bought L/N Industries. Bruce bought the company from Y/N’s father, because Y/N isn’t the owner, and there is no way in hell that Y/N would have ever signed off on that. His mother’s company, now just a part of the Wayne monopoly. 

“Wha-what is- Why- Bruce! Bruce, what the hell is this?” Eyes filled with betrayal and anger as Y/N glared at Bruce. The man sighed, “It is as it says. L/N Industries in now under Wayne Enterprise-” 

“But why?! You’ve never shown any interest in the company.” Bruce wasn’t interested in L/N Industries. Wayne Enterprise was not a monopoly, and they didn’t buy companies unless that company was already going bankrupt. Bruce was interested in Y/N’s health, and vengeance. 

“Don’t take it personally, because it's not at you.” Y/N rolled his eyes, “It sure feels like it. Bruce, you know what this company means to me, you can’t just–” 

“Well I did.” Bruce met Y/N’s gaze head on, “The company is not in your name, you do not reap the profits, this acquisition was not a jab at you.” Y/N knows who it's a jab at, and he understands why Bruce is angry. However, it does not excuse the fact that this was a jab at the L/N family. 

Y/N clenched his jaw, “There’s no way he just signed it over like that.” Bruce handed him another piece of paper and sure enough, there was his father’s signature. Y/N stared at the inked lines, wondering just how had Bruce gotten that signature so quickly. 

“Blackmail really makes people move faster than the Flash.” 

“Wha… what blackmail?” Bruce raised an eyebrow and Y/N closed his eyes in misery, “Bruce, I get it. I do. He’s not a good father, but you didn’t have to buy the company. He’s literally going to ret-”

“You and I both know he would never retire. You would be working to the bone for him while he reaps all the profit.” Y/N rolls his eyes, and opens his mouth to say something but Bruce cuts him off, “Do NOT roll your eyes at me! Y/N this is serious.” 

Momentarily taken aback by the tone of voice, Y/N stared at a fuming Bruce. He processed the reaction and felt the heat in his stomach return, “Excuse you! You literally bought my family’s company, kind of if not really kidnapped me, and broke into my home! I have every right to be upset, let alone roll my eyes at you.” 

“That place wasn’t your home and you know it.” 

“Doesn’t change anything! That's like saying a break-in at a hotel room doesn’t count because the person doesn’t live in the hotel room.” Y/N could feel his heart rate pick up, and the reality of it all began setting in. 

“Holy shit. Fucking hell Bruce.” 

“Language.” 

“Do not ‘language’ me! Bruce, what the actual hell! All of this is way out of proportion for what happened.” Bruce slammed his hands on his desk, making some papers fly and the cup holding his pens fell. Blue eyes filled with rage glared at Y/N, “You can’t even say what happened! He hit you, Y/N. He beat you like a dog, and animal abusers still go to jail. He’s getting off with only losing the company. 

“And I know that those bruises are the only ones we do see!”  Y/N glared at Bruce, fighting back tears and biting his lips. Bruce sighed, his shoulders deflating and a pained expression on his face. He walked around the desk and hugged Y/N, bringing his son close, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I am. You’ll still be running the company, and will have a final say in things. It's just… God, Y/N. Not hearing from you and then seeing you like that...” Bruce took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, "It was terrifying, Y/N. How could I let you stay there when all of that was done to you?"

Y/N wrapped his arms around Bruce, ignoring the feeling of dread of doing so. He ignored how Bruce’s arms tightened around him, “Oh Y/N, please. Please stay here where you are safe.” 

He didn’t want to admit that it sounded more of an order than a request. This was Bruce! His father in everything but blood and paper. 

“Just… just please don’t do that again.” 

“It won’t happen again. I promise.” 

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Not a whole lot of Yandere, but thats why there will be two parts! Not just one.

#batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam #platonic yandere #batfam #bruce wayne #platonic batfam #platonic batman #batfam x male reader #yandere imagines #yandere #batfamily x reader #batfamily shenanigans #jason todd #dc robin #red hood #yandere dick grayson #yandere bruce wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne

[bingwriterxo]

miscommunication

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which you and vada are really bad at the whole 'talking' thing

warnings: none

word count: 2300+

author's note: this was a request! the end convo might be a little confusing, but it's supposed to be! they have a lot of feelings and unsaid words, ok??

“So, like, what’s the deal with you and Vada?” Nick asked, glancing toward you.

The two of you were at his house, laying in his bed side by side, and talking about whatever came to mind. Usually, there was an energetic, babbling brunette between you, chatting your ears off and barely letting either of you get a single word in, but not this time. No, this time, Vada was at Mia Reed’s house, much to your discontent.

You clenched your jaw. “What’re you talking about?”

He twisted to lay on his side, his elbow digging into the mattress and his hand supporting his head so that he could look down at you. “I’m talking about the fact that you’ve been stewing in…whatever the hell you’re feeling right now…ever since Vada texted saying she can’t make it.”

You scoffed, thinking about the texts that the girl had sent in your group chat half an hour ago.

V ;) (6:47pm): can’t make it

V ;) (6:47pm): going to mias

V ;) (6:47pm): sorry

“I just think it’s rude to cancel on your best friends when you’re literally supposed to be hanging out with them at the time you cancel,” you said.

Nick hummed, pulling his lips tight. “Sure. That’s definitely why you’re upset.”

You sat up, eyes narrowed in suspicion and eyebrows drawn together. “Why are you saying it like that?”

He shrugged. “I just think that, maybe, you’re…jealous.” He said the last word carefully, like it would be the fuse that set off the bomb that was you.

“And why would I be jealous?” you pushed.

“Well, because you and Vada are doing”--he gestured with his hands--“whatever the hell you two are doing--”

“Friends with benefits, Nick,” you interrupted. “It has a name.”

“Yeah. That.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. My point is that you obviously have feelings for Vada, and our idiot friend has no idea, so she thinks it’s okay to just fuck around with whoever she wants.”

You chuckled dryly. “First of all, Vada’s not an idiot.” You paused, thought for a moment. “Okay, sometimes she’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, you got that right,” Nick muttered under his breath.

“Secondly…you think she’s fucking around with Mia?” you asked, voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes as you waited for him to answer, suddenly feeling too vulnerable.

“I mean, she hasn’t said anything about it, but they’ve been spending a lot of time together.”

You gulped. “Whatever.” Your eyes flitted around the room. “Just because I have feelings for Vada doesn’t mean she can’t fuck around with who she wants.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t feel great, sure, but…our situation isn’t exclusive or anything. If she wants to sleep with…Mia Reed…then she can.” You glanced down at your hands, trying to ignore the hurt building around your heart. “It doesn’t matter to me,” you finished quietly.

“Y/N,” he said softly, drawing your attention back to him. “You can talk to me about this, you know that, right? I’m not gonna run and tell Vada, okay?” He offered you a pitying smile. “I know it hurts you, and I know you don’t want to tell her about your feelings, but you should talk to someone.”

You shut your eyes, hard, and when you opened them again, you shook your head and sighed. “It’s okay, Nick. I’m fine.”

“Y/N--”

“Can we just talk about something else?” You bit your bottom lip. “Please?”

He sighed. “You know, you should try to take your mind off her. Maybe…hook up with someone else?” he suggested. When you glared at him, he said, “Wait, wait. Listen. If you hook up with other people, it’d probably help with your feelings, you know? Maybe you wouldn’t hold Vada in that…godly light you do.”

“It wouldn’t feel right.”

“Well, you said it yourself: you and Vada aren’t exclusive. It’s not like you’d be cheating on her or anything.” You mulled the thought over, and, when you didn’t respond, Nick continued with, “Just think about it, yeah?”

* * *

“Vada?” Mia asked as she opened her front door. “What’re you doing here?”

Instead of offering a response, Vada pushed past her and beelined to her bedroom, leaving the blonde to catch up. When she did, the brunette was pacing around the room, and, for a moment, Mia was positive that she’d end up burning a hole in the floor.

“Dude, what’s wrong?”

Vada turned to her, eyes wide and bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “I’m going through, like, a serious crisis right now.”

“O…kay…” Mia stepped forward, placed a hand on Vada’s shoulder, and guided her toward the bed. She sat her down, but the brunette’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, and Mia sighed. “I thought you were supposed to be with Y/N and Nick right now. Why don’t you talk to them about it?”

“Because Y/N is the crisis,” Vada admitted meekly. She glanced at Mia. “Every time I think about her, my heart starts racing, and I can feel my entire body get…oddly warm, and it's like I constantly itch to be around her.”

Mia’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly as she whispered, “Oh.” She smiled softly, excitedly. “You like Y/N.”

Vada shook her head fervently. “No. No, I--I can’t.” She stood and began her pacing again. “I can’t like Y/N because we’re supposed to be best friends…who sleep together, I guess, but that doesn't change the fact that we started off as best friends. And--and, our…benefits thing, it’s supposed to be no strings attached, just fun, so I can’t like her, because she doesn’t like me back. Plus, that’s, like, illegal in the world of friendships.” She took a deep breath in and looked at Mia. “Isn’t it? Tell me it’s illegal, Mia.”

“Vada, it’s okay if you like her,” Mia said. “I feel like that’s bound to happen in this situation. I mean, you’re best friends, and you’re having sex. You’re kind of…basically…a little bit…in a relationship, if you think about it.” She shrugged. “So it makes sense that you’d have feelings for her.”

“No, you don’t get it. Y/N…she doesn’t see me that way. She just…doesn't.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know her.”

Mia hummed. “Have you asked her?”

Vada groaned and threw her hands over her face. “No, I haven’t asked her!” she whined into her palms. “Why would I ask her? Then she’d pick up on my feelings. Duh!”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing?” Mia said. “I mean, Y/N could like you back, Vada. It’s not an impossibility.”

“Yes it is!” She peeled her hands away from her face to look at the other girl. “Y/N doesn’t like me. End of story. But”--she sighed--“I do like her. So, what am I supposed to do with that?”

Mia grimaced. “I really think you should talk to her.”

Vada groaned again. “You are no help!”

* * *

“Nick, I really don’t wanna go to this,” you said as the boy parked outside of Mia’s house. Through the windows, you could see flashing lights, the silhouettes of people you were sure were your classmates, and a haze of smoke.

Nick turned to you. “It’ll be fun, Y/N! You can either get drunk out of your mind or…do what we talked about.”

“Nick--”

He raised his hands in surrender. “All I’m saying is that if Brittany from math happens to flirt with you, don’t turn her down, okay? She’s hot, and I know she’s into you.”

You groaned. “Fine. Whatever.”

You climbed out of the car, slammed the door shut, and ignored Nick’s smug grin as the two of you walked to the front door. Just before you were about to push it open, he spun on his heel, and said, “Also, Vada’s gonna be here.”

“Nick!” You hadn’t talked to the girl since she flaked on your plans the other day, and you weren’t exactly keen on seeing her, the idea of her sleeping with Mia floating through your head.

“What?”

“I hate you, you know,” you grumbled.

He grinned. “Sure you do, tiger.”

The entire party was a whirlwind. One moment you were entering the house, the next you were downing your fourth or fifth shot of the night, and the next you were standing in Mia’s kitchen as Brittany from math batted her eyelashes at you and offered you a sly smile.

“I feel like I never see you at these, Y/N,” she said.

You nodded lazily, the alcohol fogging up your mind. “Yeah.”

“Well…” She ran her hand up your arm until it rested on your shoulder. “I’m glad you decided to come tonight.” She flashed you a grin as her eyes ran down your body. “You look really good.”

Nick’s idea was pounding at the front of your mind, and you knew what he’d say if he were there: Just kiss her! However, you hadn’t seen the boy since you first arrived; he had mysteriously disappeared.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling. “You look good, too.”

“You think so?” She was leaning closer to you, her hand tightening on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah, you look…great.”

Her eyes flitted down to your lips. You gulped and dragged your tongue across your bottom one. She seemed to take the nervous action as one of invitation, and suddenly she was a breath away. You could feel her short puffs of air on your lips, but all you could think about was the fact that she wasn’t your brunette best friend, and that she was taller than you instead of shorter, and that her eyes were blue instead of brown. You hated it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a cup hitting the ground and a drink splashing across the floor. When you glanced over Brittany’s shoulder, you spotted Vada standing feet away, her eyes wide and pooling with tears, her mouth agape like she was ready to sob.

She caught your glance and turned away quickly. You watched as one of her arms drew up, hand likely swiping across her face, and your stomach dropped. You glanced back at Brittany, who looked like she was more than ready to pounce on you.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed out before slipping away from her quickly, leaving her no room to argue. You pushed through the crowd, trying to keep your eyes on the head of brown hair that you could see scurrying away. “Vada!” you called desperately. “Vada!”

She didn’t slow down. Instead, she seemed to pick up the pace, and you cursed, finding it more difficult to get past people. You didn’t bother to apologize for any drinks you spilled, or for bumping into couples making out, or for ignoring other people trying to talk to you. You just needed to get to Vada.

Finally, you caught her outside, where she bent over, her hands on her knees, and, at first, you thought she was throwing up. You were quickly proven wrong, however, as you heard her gasping for air, trying to keep her sobs at bay.

You approached her slowly. “V,” you said quietly, placing a hand on her back. She whirled around and took a step back, staring up at you with an expression that could only be described as pure hurt. “Vada…”

“Don’t,” she warned. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, V,” you said, taking a step forward. “Listen, what you saw back there--”

“Is fine,” she interrupted. “We’re just best friends with benefits, and…and you don’t like me, and that’s fine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “What…? Why would that matter?”

She scoffed and glanced at her feet. “Yeah, why would that matter?” she repeated sarcastically.

“Vada, I’m being serious.” You took another cautious step forward and ducked down a bit so that you could look her in the eyes. “I understand if you’re upset, okay? I mean, I get it…but, you know, we should probably talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

You huffed. “Fine. If you want to close yourself off like this, then fine. I know how you operate, V, and I know I’m not gonna get anything out of you like this. I just…I want you to be okay.”

She looked at you. “Is that why you were kissing Brittany? Because you want me to be okay?”

“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean!” You threw your arms out to the side, let them fall and slap against your legs. “I’m just trying to--to forget about the whole…friends with benefits shit right now and just be your friend, Vada.” You slumped your shoulders. “Can you just talk to me?”

“I like you, okay?!” she shouted suddenly, clenching her eyes shut. “I like you, and you obviously don’t like me back, and that’s fine. I’ll deal.” She ran a hand down her face. “You should probably go back inside to Brittany.”

Silence blanketed you, filling the air as you took in her words.

“You like me?”

Vada bit her bottom lip and sighed in defeat. “Yeah. I do.” She looked at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were--Are you not sleeping with Mia, too?”

Her face scrunched. “Why would I be sleeping with Mia?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys have just been spending a lot of time together, and Mia’s, you know, conventionally attractive, and Nick brought it up, and I just…I don’t know. The idea stuck with me, I guess.”

“Well, I’m not sleeping with Mia. I don’t…” She shivered. “I can’t even think of Mia that way.”

“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “So, you like me?”

“Do I have to say it again?”

You chuckled suddenly, and Vada watched you. “Dude, we’re fucking idiots.”

“W--what?”

“I like you, too, Vada.” You shrugged, looking around sheepishly. “I just didn’t say anything because I thought that you were, you know, not into me like that.”

“But…Brittany?”

“Nick wanted me to try hooking up with someone else to distract myself from you.” You scoffed. “Obviously it didn't work. But, I mean, we didn’t--I didn’t kiss her. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widened as the realization hit her, and she laughed. “Oh my god, we are literally so stupid!”

“I know,” you said. You took a step forward, cupped her cheek with your hand. “So, does this mean I can kiss you, then? You know, in a more romantic way than friends with benefits?”

Vada nodded. “Yes please.”

Before you even had the chance to pull her in, she was pressing her lips to yours, melding them together like she never wanted to be separated from you again. And, honestly, you didn’t think that sounded half bad.

bonus: “you know,” mia said as she watched you and vada in the backyard. “we’re pretty good at this whole meddling thing.”

“yeah,” nick agreed. he took a sip from his drink. “we really are.”

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #vada x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #the fallout

[saelique]

not even titling dis cause I have no idea what I just wrote

strangers to friends with dazai osamu !! ft. atsushi !! reader works in a cafe <3 fem reader <33 NOT PROOFREAD cause m rlly lazy

that one weird guy you see on your way to your workplace when you’re driving your car was handsome up close. scarily and dangerously handsome.

damn. his short brown eyes and hair with a tall figure was enough to beg for his number. if you didn’t have self control, that is !

thankfully, your first impression of him was enough to keep you from asking his hand in marriage ! after all, who would want to get with a guy who jumps down a bridge in a attempt to commit suicide and does it everyday ?

“my name is dazai osamu, nice to meet you.”

oh god. even his voice is hot. really, you’re trying hard to focus at what he and his companion are saying and not to stare at his perfect face.

“so I see, uh- would you like to come in and inspect then ?” you managed to get the words out, smiling and opening the door to the cafe youre currently working in.

”of course ! thank you miss !” a young boy next to him bowed a bit. he was dressed weirdly as well. what’s his name again . . . ? atsushi nakajima, was it ? eh. it was fine, wasn’t like you’re gonna meet them again.

atsushi entered the cafe while dazai stood behind, clearly you didn’t know what he wanted to do so you opened the door a bit more. “mr. dazai ? would you like to come in ?”

“I was just thinking,” he leaned towards you, causing you to lean back, “would a beautiful lady like you commit double suicide with me-“ “dazai ! let’s just start the mission like the president said !” atsushi came back, quickly taking the arm of dazai. “sorry about that, he’s just . . .” “no, no, it’s okay. I understand.”

you didn’t.

they ended up leaving a bit later, dazai handing you a slip of paper with a contact on it. “you didn’t give me your answer, so ! call me if you would like to die together ~”

you accepted it with a awkward smile and a nod, clearly not knowing what to do. a part of you wanted to throw it away, but that one voice told you to keep it and call him. definitely not cause your love life is failing terribly like his suicide attempts !!!

you ended up following your impulsive thoughts.

you gulped when he answered your call. “hello ? who’s this ?” “uh- hello ? this is-“ “oh ! you’re that cafe lady ealier ! are you going to accept my proposal to die together ?” he sang, you heard the sounds of a tv and sheets rustling in the background as he shifted from his former laying position to a new, more comfortable one.

“I was just about to ask if you’re getting professional help.” shit. were you wrong though ? i mean- someone who attempts suicide can’t be mentally sane right ?

silence on the end of the call. you were just about to hang up from embarrassment before you heard him speak again. “nope ! are you gonna look one for me though ? professional help is really expensive and I can’t pay for luxuries like that.” “I literally work in a cafe. it’s minimum wage. you work as a detective. aren’t you supposed to receive much, much more ?” you scoffed, despite the conversation you were having, you had to admit that talking with him was . . . amusing, to say the least. fun, even.

“well, you can be my therapist. are you good at listening to people ? since you’re the one who suggested it after all ! okay ! let’s meet at your cafe ! I’ll arrive at six !” “wait I’m not-“ “see ya !” “. . . he hung up . . . “ you muttered to yourself in defeat.

oh well, his story can’t be that bad, right ?

he didn’t tell you anything in the end, only talking about his cases and about his fellow coworkers. it was entertaining though, you undoubtedly felt bad for atsushi and that guy he called kunikida.

“dazai ? it’s time for me to pack up and go, it’s like- nine now.” you got up from your chair, ready to escort him out. “really ? awh, I was having so much fun.” he whined, but got up from his chair all the same. “I’ll be back tomorrow ! see you belladonna !”

”see you.”

you waved, and closed the door to clean the cafe as you promised your boss. hmph. tomorrow huh ? you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling but failed horribly.

“see you tomorrow, dazai.” you said to yourself, looking out the window to watch him head back to his apartment.

you should really stop falling for mentally unstable men.

#EWWWW #DIS IS BAD #AGHHHHHH #GONNA GO KMS #SJJDJSKSKS #౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 📔 : novels ! #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x fem eeader #Bsd x reader fluff #fluff

[rachaelswrites]

Three Inches

Bucky Barnes x Daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Barnes!reader

Word Count: 726

Requested By: @i-writes-things

Howdy again friend, okay so I have come back to request a story with Peter x barnes!reader, Bucky as a dad would be so cool right? It really would! Okay so something about them messing around, and Bucky being all "the door stays open 3 inches at all times" and just getting on peter for doing literally nothing! Thanks :D

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love dad!bucky and Peter x barnes!reader sooo much! Hope you enjoy!

You had been dating Peter for about three months now. You two were Avengers and classmates so it was only a matter of time before it happened. Your dad knew about you two but today would be the first day Peter would be over since he found out. You had a school project and Peter was your partner so he was coming over to your place to work on it. You could tell Peter was nervous to be around your dad as your boyfriend but you told him not to worry about it.

“He’s not going to hurt you Peter. Don’t be scared of him,” you said, opening the door to your apartment building for him.

“You don’t know that Y/n. I’m dating his daughter,” he argued back, “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like that.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of you climbed the steps to your door, “It’s fine,” you said, opening the door up. Your dad was sitting on the couch watching TV, “Hey dad,” you said, kicking your shoes off.

“Hi Mr. Barnes,” Peter said, taking his shoes off carefully, “Thanks for having me over.”

Bucky glanced up from the TV and nodded his head slightly, “What are you two up to today?”

“Just working on that project I told you about,” you said, grabbing Peter’s hand and heading towards your room. You didn’t wait for your dad to respond before you two were in your room and you shut the door.

You unzipped your backpack and pulled out what you needed for the project, “Okay do you want to do the research part and I’ll do the organizing and design stuff?” you asked.

Peter nodded and sat on the floor, leaning up against your bed. You sat down next to him and you got to work.

After a while, it was starting to get warm in your room so Peter started taking off his sweatshirt. Bucky was on his way up to check on you two when he opened the door and saw Peter taking off his hoodie.

“What is going on here?” Bucky asked, putting his hands on his hips. He looked in between you and Peter, trying to catch you guys in the act.

“We’re working on our project, dad. Like I told you earlier,” you said, looking up at him.

“Then why is Parker taking off his clothes?”

“He’s only taking off his sweatshirt because it’s eighty thousand degrees in here,” you shot back, “Now can you leave so we can finish.”

“Fine but the door,” Bucky said as he walked to it, “Stays open at least three inches so I can make sure you two aren’t up to anything.”

“Whatever makes you feel better dad,” you said, shooing him out of the room.

“Sorry about the misunderstanding,” Peter said as your dad left the room. Bucky just grumbled in response.

“I don’t think he likes me.”

“He does,” you said, patting the spot next to you for him to sit down, “He’s just not used to the idea of me having a boyfriend.”

Peter sat down next to you and grabbed his computer, “Can we just finish this so your dad can stop being mad at me?”

“Maybe we should go to your place next time,” you suggested, “Just so we don’t have as many interruptions. Right dad?” you asked. You could hear his footsteps outside your room.

Bucky stopped and peeked his head into your room, “I’m just making sure no one is doing anything they aren’t supposed to be doing,” Bucky glanced over at Peter and saw him sitting too close to you for his liking, “You’re sitting too close Parker. Scoot over a bit.”

Peter immediately listened to your dad, making you roll your eyes at him. You grabbed a pillow from nearby and threw it at the door, trying to hit your dad, “Dad please let us finish this project?”

“Okay I will,” he said, throwing the pillow back at you, “Just remember-”

“Door stays open three inches I know,” you said, cutting him off, “Will do.”

Bucky nodded and left the room, leaving the door wide open this time. You didn’t bother getting up and closing in more so you let it be. As long as it was open all the way, you knew your dad wouldn’t bug you again. 

Taglist

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Happy go-lucky boy! (sometimes not so happy)

pairing: best friend!Seokmin x gn!reader (ft. some of the sebongs)

genre: minor fluff, angst, comedy, best friends to lovers!AU, college!AU, slice of life

warnings: mentions of food, mutual pining, seungkwan our lord and saviour, hoshi is a mf idiot, kissing, jealousy, cursing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (they aren’t actually happening), seokmin is sad :(

word count: ~2.2k

summary: Seokmin is a bright person, full of love, especially for you - but it proves to be a little too overwhelming for him to handle.

Author’s note: Hi Madi @heartkyeom​! This is your @svthub​ secret santa calling <3 I know it’s cliche to write a fic for a Christmas gift, but I really hope this will cater to your tastes (and keep you on your toes for the next part hehe)~ Happy reading and happy holidays my love🤗

“Kwan”, Seokmin nudges his friend’s shoulder with a grin but the latter ignores him. “Seungkwaaaan”, the older male whines again, making Seungkwan roll his eyes in annoyance. 

“BOO SEUNG-”, “Will you shut up?”, he snaps his head towards Seokmin, dramatically putting his phone down on the table. “But you were ignoring me!”, “You were about to tell me about Y/N’s latest instagram post, weren’t you?”, he deadpans and Seokmin is left frozen in his spot. 

“H-How did you know?”, he asks while rubbing his nape and Seungkwan merely shows him the screen of his phone, the post in question clearly visible. “Oh”, “Yes, Seok, you’re not the only one who’s friends with Y/N and follow their profile”, “Ahahah, yes you’re right”, “But you are the only one who has a crush on them and is a complete coward about it-”, “I shouldn’t have bothered you at all”, Seokmin grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Listen, I know you’re very fond of them and literally adore them, but you won’t win anything by sitting here, liking and commenting on their posts or going out with them for coffee or food or whatever while you’re walking next to them with fucking heart eyes”.

Seokmin hates it when Seungkwan gets brutal with his words - but what he hates the most is that Seungkwan is right about everything. 

But how is he supposed to make a move on you when you’re always so confident and a literal ball of sunshine?

His heart does somersaults whenever you post a selfie or a full bodied pic, in the cutest outfits, with bright colors and statement jewelry - if Y2K aesthetic was a person, it would be you.

But it’s not just the bright colors you’re usually sporting -  it’s your smile and radiant eyes that make him melt on the spot, whether he’s looking at you through the screen of his phone or in real life, in flesh and body.

All of his worries are skyrocketing to the max when he spots you at the cafeteria cashier, paying for your milk boba and you turn around, happily waving to him. He feels like he just got showered in ice, frozen in his seat and about to enter a panic attack.

“Dude, calm down, you’ll make it worse if you don’t relax!”, Seungkwan whisper yells at him, “I can’t fucking calm down - oh God, they’re almost here, Kwan, I’ll fucking pass out-”

“Good morning besties!”, you greet the two men with a big smile, “How are you doing on this fine day?”, fine my ass, Seokmin thinks - but a bit louder than he was supposed to. “Seok? What’s wrong?”, you ask him with a worried tone and he looks at you, frozen and eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

His fight-or-flight instincts kick in and he mutters a faint ‘sorry’, bolting out of his seat and away from the table, leaving you and Seungkwan utterly baffled.

“What just…?”, “Don’t mind him, Y/N, he’s just…hella stressed lately”, Seungkwan makes up a kinda believable excuse, hoping you won’t catch up on what is really going on. “I might text him later, I’m worried about him”, you sit down, a pout forming on your lips. “I know you are, I am too”, Seungkwan exhales, “But knowing Seok, he hates making his friends worry about him, even if it’s something serious”.

Even if his friend loves him like he's the most precious person in the universe?, you mutter to yourself, fiddling with the straw of your boba, completely missing the way Seungkwan's eyes widen in shock. You didn't even notice that you said it louder than you thought you did, sighing as you take a sip of your beverage, slouching back in your seat - your mind is still occupied with Seokmin’s bizarre behavior and you pray to whatever higher being exists in the universe that you’re not the reason he acted that way.

“Um, Y/N, I should get going, class starts soon and Soonyoung will probably start wailing if he’s left alone”, Seungkwan clears his throat, “Where are you headed to?”, “Me? Um, I think I’ll go back to the dorms, my classes are over for today”, you reply nonchalantly. “Okay then”, the blond man gets up, “I’ll catch you later then. Oh, and cheer up a bit, everything’s gonna be okay!”, he says before sprinting away to make it in time for his class.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, huh…”, you mutter and leave the cafeteria, clutching the milk tea in your hand as you make your way back to your dorms, the taste of the beverage not feeling as sweet as it was a few moments ago.

Seokmin wants to disappear from the face of Earth after what happened today. 

He feels like the biggest idiotic asshole in the universe and the worst of all? He made you sad AND worried about him.

“Ughhhh you stupid, stupid fucking idiot dumbass!”, he curses in the pillow he grabbed and pushed on his face, practically screaming and kicking his feet (not in the cutesy way), all while his roommates are worriedly watching him behind the half open door of his bedroom.

“Do you think we should step in?”, Mingyu asks with an upset expression. “I would say no, but given the current situation and how he has been acting today, I guess we don’t really have any other choice”, Joshua sighs. 

“Um, I can hear you two”, Seokmin speaks with a defeated tone and his roommates shyly enter the room, awkwardly clearing their throats. “Aw come on, just speak”, he throws the pillow on his side, trying his best to sit up on the bed. “I’ll be honest with you, Seok, this isn't like you at all”, Joshua sits right next to his friend, “Can you at least tell us what’s going on?”. “What’s the point of telling you what’s wrong with me if I can’t solve it on my own?!”, Seokmin protests. “Are you fucking stupid? This is exactly why we’re here!”, Mingyu kneels in front of him. 

“Ew, Kim, kneeling? Really?”, “Shut up, Shua! Anyways, where was I? Oh, right”, the tall man picks up his train of thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that we want you to tell us your troubles, because we’re your friends and we wanna help you”, “As much as I don’t want to admit it, Mingyu is right”, Joshua adds, his hand resting on Seokmin’s shoulder, making the man exhale in defeat.

“Okay fine, you won”, he shrugs, “I’m madly in love with Y/N but I don’t know how to confess to them because I’m a goddamn coward who has fucking heart eyes everytime I see them in person or one of their insta posts or whatever and I managed to make them upset today because I acted like a scaredy cat in front of them AND Seungkwan!”, he blurts out in one go, leaving his friends completely stunned.

“Well shit, dude”, Mingyu breaks the short-lived silence. “That’s all you have to say?!”, Seokmin asks with a baffled expression, “I literally spilled everything that has happened up until this morning!”, “Actually, I do have something to add”, Joshua chimes in, “Please do, I would love to hear your input”, “You’ve royally fucked up everything, Lee Seokmin”.

“Fuck you both”, he grumbles, falling back on the bed with a loud plop. “Hey, come on, buddy, it can’t be that terrible - nobody could ever hold a grudge against you, especially when you’re literally such a happy-go-lucky guy!”, Mingyu pats his back, “Besides, you could always text them back and explain yourself - you’re best friends with Y/N, so I doubt it’ll go that bad”. 

It’s as if a light bulb has lit up above Seokmin’s head and he grabs his phone, opening the chat he has with you, to see the familiar bouncing dots appear on his screen.

Y/N is texting…?, Seokmin notices and lets out a loud yell when he reads your message.

y/n <333: hey seok, sorry if i’m being nosy, but i wanted to check up on you…you seemed very upset earlier :(

“Why the hell are you yelling?!”, Mingyu whines, covering his ears, “Y/N texted me!”, Seokmin yells back in panic and the three men are instantly glued to the screen. “Are you seriously going to leave them on read?”, Joshua glares at his friend. “No, of course not! I’m just trying to think of a good answer”, “Oh my God, he’s so whipped”, “I fucking know, right?”, “Can you two shut the fuck up? Thanks”, Seokmin makes both of his friends stop simultaneously as he tries to type out a decent answer.

seokshine☀: hi y/n, sorry for earlier today :/ 

seokshine☀: i..didn’t want to worry you, just…some personal shit going on

“Well, at least you’re being honest…kinda”, Joshua mutters, which earns him a slap on the head from Mingyu, signaling him to stay quiet and just watch.

y/n <333: oh i see….

y/n <333: do you perhaps wanna talk about it? you know you can talk to me about anything

“Yeah, I fucking wish I could”, Seokmin scoffs, typing out his answer, his fingers calmly clicking on the screen, unlike the rest of his demeanor.

seokshine☀: it’s…kinda sensitive, i don’t feel very comfortable saying more rn :(

seokshine☀: sorry for that

Mingyu frowns as he reads the sent message, soothingly rubbing his friend’s back up and down. 

y/n <333: it’s okay! there’s no need to apologize, i won’t push you to do smth you don’t want to

“Fuck, stop being so nice to me”, Seokmin’s voice cracks, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Seokmin…”, Joshua looks at his friend, leaning closer to him.

y/n <333: um…i’ll go out with soonyoung tonight for ramen, do you wanna join us? it could lift your mood…

Tch….of course, that fucker, Seokmin scoffs, biting his lips out of frustration.

It’s not like he hated Soonyoung, not at all - on the contrary, Soonyoung is one of his closest friends. But the thought of you and him eating together, laughing and perhaps flirting (he knows how flirty Soonyoung can get when he’s in his comfort zone) makes him upset….and jealous.

“Uh oh…”, Mingyu grimaces and Joshua mirrors his expression, fully aware of how well you get along with Soonyoung - it was a very fine line, and one wrong reaction could blow up on Seokmin’s face. Badly.

seokshine☀: nah, i think i’ll stay home today

seokshine☀: don’t wanna be a party pooper today :”)

God, would he be one hell of a party pooper if he actually went.

y/n <333: aw :( 

y/n <333: if you wanna stay home, i’ll respect that

seokshine☀: ty for understanding me :’’)

y/n <333: don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for <3

y/n <333: i will still miss you seok :(

Seokmin laughs dryly, tears now freely spilling from his eyes, staining his cheeks. He drops the phone on his bed, sobbing loudly, feeling lost and helpless. And it was all because he acted like a fool in front of you.

“Oh, buddy…”, Mingyu pouts and brings his friend in a warm hug, Seokmin’s head resting on his chest, as the brown haired man cries nonstop, “It’s okay, let it all out, we’re here now”.

Joshua silently stares at Mingyu, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to ask what they should do to help their friend. But none of them have a good answer.

But maybe someone else does.

boo seungkwan: hey, dumbass

boo seungkwan: HEY

boo seungkwan: STOP LEAVING ME ON READ I KNOW YOU’RE ACTIVE

boo seungkwan: oh come on tiger bitch

tiger king: i’ll ignore the last word but now you have my attention

boo seungkwan: i hope so bcs things are serious this time

tiger king: how serious??

boo seungkwan: we must set up y/n with seok. asap

tiger king: okay i’m down! 

tiger king: why should we do that again?

boo seungkwan: oh my god you’re a fucking idiot

boo seungkwan: they’re in love with each other, you himbo!!

tiger king: and how was I supposed to know that??

boo seungkwan: seriously now? you haven’t noticed?

tiger king: uhhhhhh

tiger king: no? 

boo seungkwan: this is not going to end well…

tiger king: oh come on, kwan, i’m supposed to leave in ten! don’t wanna stand up y/n

boo seungkwan: wait - YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH Y/N??

tiger king: IT’S JUST RAMEN, STOP YELLING AT ME

tiger king: besides, it could be a good chance to get some extra intel yk?

boo seungkwan: wow, look at you putting your brain to good use for once

tiger king: i can put other parts of me to good use as well ;)

boo seungkwan: you’re gross

boo seungkwan: just…try to be discreet and not give away anything, okay?

tiger king: aye aye sir

Seungkwan closes his phone, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, holding the device on his chest.

“I hope they won’t be mad at me”.

#svthub #dk fluff #dk angst #dk crack #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom angst #dokyeom crack #seokmin fluff #seokmin angst #seokmin crack #svt dk #svt dokyeom #lee seokmin #svt fluff #svt angst #svt crack #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen crack #seventeen

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WIP Wednesday: 04.03.2024

I started this soulmate AU on a lark after starting @rierse 's AU The Song in My Head. Hers ran with the idea that they're both right there and just keep missing each other, and it got me kicking around this idea of "ok but what if they're literally right there, interacting, and still just...miss the point? And it was supposed to be short, something that wouldn't take up too much time, and now I'm probably nearing 15-20k, there's chapters, and it's still not done.

I know where it's going, I'm loving how it's playing out, but there's still a big chunk between what I'm calling "the Adrien bit" and the end that needs sorted out (and probably some other bits that need fleshing out). So I have no idea when I can actually start posting this, but damn I'm excited for it. 😂

Soooo...here's the first scene, I guess? 😂

“Luka!  Get back here, b’y!”

Gina looked up at the shout just in time to see a dark-haired boy running straight for her little fairy’s stroller, unaware of the potential danger as he looked back and laughed at the woman giving chase.  She let out a shout of her own as she snatched Marinette from the stroller just as he crashed into it, knocking the both of them to the ground.  He groaned as he lifted a hand to his head, his expression twisted in pain.  One arm was hooked over the seat, and both his legs were hooked over the back, and his head would be sporting a nasty bump come evening, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

The woman that had bee chasing him – his mother, no doubt – looked furious once she caught up with them.  There was a baby strapped to her chest, who had somehow seemed to sleep through all the chaos.  Her own little fairy wasn’t so lucky: Marinette was screaming against her breast.

“Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, ye sorry lout!  What have ye t’say fer yerself, b’y?!” the woman barked, one hand holding the babe close to her chest while the other landed firmly on her hip.  She was dressed in flowing pants and a vibrant, loose-sleeved top, and the long braid trailing down her back was silver-streaked crimson.  With the accent, she reminded Gina of the wild banshees she heard tell of during her trips through the Highlands.  When she turned her sharp eyes on Gina, her expression softened.  “A thousand apologies, madame.  The b’y got away from me.  Is yer bairn unhurt?”

“My little fairy will be fine,” Gina said, smiling easily at her.  “Children will be children, yes?  And you, young…Luka, was it?  Are you all right?”

The boy had pushed himself up to glance between the two women as they talked, but he winced when Gina addressed him and turned his full attention on her.

“Y-yes, madame,” he said, nodding.  “I’m ok.  I’m sorry.  Is your baby ok?”

“She’s fine, aren’t you, my fairy?” Gina cooed, bouncing her granddaughter until she was giggling again.  The boy sat up straighter, an entranced expression crossing his face as he listened to Marinette laugh.  Gina looked back at him, curious.  “Are you sure you’re all right, Luka?”

“…she sounds like music,” he said softly, his wide eyes fixed on Marinette.  He pushed up from the stroller and walked over to them, and when his shadow crossed her face Marinette’s giggles stopped.  She turned her head, blinking wide, shimmering eyes up at him, and a silly little smile curled Luka’s lips.  “Hi, Fairy.”

Marinette’s giggles started anew, and Gina laughed as the little one reached for the boy.  He took her hand, his smile growing as she laughed some more.

“All right, b’y, we need t’be going, aye?” his mother asked, laying a hand on his small shoulder.  He frowned, but when his mother squeezed his shoulder her nodded.

“Aye, Captain,” he said, nodding.  He let go of Marinette’s hand and waved.  “Bye, Fairy.  I like your laugh.  Sorry I almost squished you.”

Gina bit back her own laugh, but his mother was smiling at her and mouthing sorry as they turned to go.  She shook her head and hoped that maybe they’d run into each other again.  He seemed like a sweet boy, and…

Her eyes widened as she looked back down at Marinette, who was whimpering as she reached out for her new friend.  There, glimmering on the skin of her outstretched arm, were words scrawling in a messy, dark blue.

Hi, Fairy.

#wip wednesday #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #gina dupain #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #wip fic #all these signs #so hey everyone who saw the Adrien bits and doubted me #guess who's NOT the soulmate #it's about the yearning #kind of a slow burn I guess? #it did not start out that way 😂

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Who Wants to be Lonely - 10/10

Who Wants to be Lonely – 10/10 (Finale)

Fic Summary: After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Violence, Angst, Blood/Slight Gore, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: Who Wants to be Lonely by Kiss. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: Okay, here’s the thing. I didn’t expect to have this part finished and since tomorrow I reeeeallly gotta get some work done, I figured I’d drop this now. Thank you all so much for all your comments and shares, it’s been amazing. I love this story and it makes me so happy that other people seem to love it too.

Your leg is crushed.

You’re not clear on the specifics since you are heavily drugged when you hear the doctors talking, but you know they had to use metal rods to fix it. You’re likely going to suffer permanent nerve damage as a result of your injury.

That was days ago. At least, you think it’s been days. Hard to tell when you’re in a windowless room confined to a bed. You assume it’s a hospital but when two men in suits come in and ask you questions, you realize it’s a government facility of some kind.

Fuck.

At first, you answer their questions hoping that they in turn will answer yours. But the bastards won’t no matter how hysterical or angry you get. Where’s Eddie? Is he okay? Did Eleven close the gate? What happened to all the monsters? To Eddie’s friends? To your parents?

They ignore you and walk out like you hadn’t even said anything. The next time they come in, you refuse to answer them. Fuck that. “I want to see Eddie!” you demand. “Fuck you, assholes! Where’s Eddie?”

“Ma’am, if you could just answer—”

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!”

They stop coming. And you’re left alone in your hospital bed, listening to the monitors beeping, slipping in and out of consciousness. Your whole body feels like lead and you can barely lift your arms, let alone your head. Plus, your leg is in a full cast, suspended above the bed. You literally cannot move even if you wanted to.

Hours, or maybe days later, the door opens and a man walks in. He’s not government or military, and clearly, he’s not a doctor. He looks strangely familiar and it takes a second for you to recognize Jim Hopper.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” you ask the former sheriff.

He chuckles, sitting on the edge of your bed. “So are you,” he says. “How are you doing, kid?”

You know the sheriff, having been busted for stupid shit when you were a teenager. You always kind of liked the dude but right now you’re in no mood to be friendly. “I’m not a kid and I’m not okay. Where’s Eddie? Why won’t anyone tell me what happened to him? Please, they think he killed someone but he didn’t! It wasn’t him!”

“I know, I know,” he says, patting your hand. “Eddie is fine. The murder charges were dropped. It’s pretty fucking clear what’s responsible.”

“Just like that?”

“The government can make a lot of things go away.”

You don’t doubt it. “Why can’t I see him?”

“You will, soon. We had to make sure neither of you brought anything back with you. You both were pretty banged up.”

You had noticed your bat bites had been properly stitched and taken care of. When Hopper mentions bringing something back you instantly think of Vecna. “Is Vecna…?”

“Still out there,” Hopper says with a sigh. “El closed the gate as best she could but it’s not permanent. Don’t worry about that right now. Are you okay?”

“No, I want Eddie! How many times do I have to say it?!”

From outside you hear a commotion and Hopper frowns. He gets up and when he opens the door you both hear a tired voice yell, “Ey! STOP!”

“Faster, Henderson! Her room is right there!”

Hopper rolls his eyes and steps back just as Eddie and Dustin Henderson barrel into your room. The former is in a wheelchair with the kid pushing him. As soon as you see Eddie, your heart sings and you force yourself to sit up.

Eddie says your name with relief and launches himself out of the wheelchair and onto your bed. He kisses you fiercely, so much so that Hopper says something.

“Easy there, Munson, you’re gonna suffocate her!”

“If that’s how I go, I don’t care,” you snap at him before kissing Eddie back.

“I thought I fucking lost you,” he says, peppering kisses all over your face.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, doing the same, clinging to him with tears in your eyes. “We did it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie says, drawing back with a smile and stroking your cheek. “We did it.” He looks over at Dustin. “Henderson, come here, I want you to meet my future wife.”

Dustin hugs you, which is a surprise but one you don’t mind. “He won’t stop talking about you,” the teen says. “We’ve started calling you Ripley by the way. Just go with it.”

You laugh. “I’ll take it.”

Hopper looks into the hall and his smile widens. “Looks like you have more visitors.”

Suddenly, the room is full of people, half of them you don’t know however several familiar faces make you smile. Steve and Robin lead the group and you hold your arms out towards them. They hug you close.

“We thought you were dead,” Robin says, trying to hold back tears.

“Your apartment building collapsed and the last anyone saw you was when you were headed home,” Steve explains.

“I’m alive,” you tell them. “Thanks to Eddie.”

Speaking of, Eddie refuses to move, squeezing himself onto the hospital bed with you. You tuck yourself into his side

Nancy steps forward next. “Thanks for saving our asses, Wheeler,” you say when she hugs you both. “I didn’t know you were such a badass.”

“Looks like I’m not the only badass. Thanks for telling us about the bunker. I don’t think we would have held them back without that stash.”

Just past her, you see Mike wheel Eleven onto the room. The girl looks weak but she gives you a smile as the group parts to let her through. You reach for her hand and squeeze it. Eddie does the same and she smiles at both of you.

“Nice to officially meet you,” she says.

“Thanks for keeping us safe,” Eddie tells her. “We wouldn’t have made it out without you.”

“Friends help each other,” she says. “I am glad you two are back.”

“Alright, you’ve all seen her,” Hopper says. “Everyone out. You all need rest.”

“I’m not fucking going anywhere,” Eddie tells him.

“I assumed as much,” Hopper says. “Come on. El, you need to go back to bed.”

She sighs but nods, looking far more exhausted than you feel. She gives your hand another squeeze and Mike wheels her away. The others slowly file out, saying their goodbyes.

Hopper smiles at you and closes the door as he leaves. There’s a moment of silence as you and Eddie finally take the time to process what happened.

He holds you close. “They wouldn’t tell me how you were or what was going on,” he says. “I was about ready to fight someone.”

“Is that why you started calling me your future wife?” You hadn’t missed his slip when introducing you to Dustin.

Eddie grins. “Yeah. Well, I mean, it’s true but it’s also because they wouldn’t tell me where you were. I told them they couldn’t keep my fiancée from me.”

“I remember saying yes to a date,” you tell him, smiling. “I do NOT remember saying I’d marry you.”

“Too bad, you’re kind of stuck with me now,” he says, laying his head back on your pillow. “And Henderson is so excited for our wedding. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?”

“I barely know who he is.”

Eddie laughs and pulls you into a kiss. You relax into his embrace, wishing you could wrap yourself around him but settling for sweet kisses instead. Having him there with you soothes your troubled mind. Deep down you know the fight isn’t over, but you don’t need to think about that right now. All you need to do is focus on getting better.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Wounds are all properly stitched. Also, I’m not wanted for murder,” Eddie says. “Plus, my woman is safe and in my arms again.”

“She’s also going to need a lot of surgeries and physical therapy for her leg,” you say with a sigh, staring at your cast.

“And I’m going to be there every step of the way,” Eddie says. “I’m right here, sweetheart, no matter what. I love you.”

You rest your forehead on his with a smile. “Fuck, I love you too, Eddie.”

“Cool. How many kids do you want? Also, I was thinking of an August wedding. Something small, maybe outdoors…”

“You couldn’t plan a date but you can plan a marriage and kids?”

“Hey, I’m not wanted for murder anymore, remember? I can make all the plans I want!”

He’s so happy and his grin is infectious. Laying in that hospital bed with him, you and Eddie talk for hours. About the future, about plans you want to make, places you want to see.

You’re not naïve enough to think it’s going to be easy. You know there is a long painful road ahead. But as long as you walk it with Eddie by your side, you know you’ll come out alright in the end.

TWO YEARS LATER

The nightmares never really went away.

Doctors call it PTSD, and countless therapists have tried to help you through the trauma you endured. In the end, it got easier to manage but was no way gone. How could it be when Vecna is still out there?

You awake crying and it’s not just from the latest round of bad dreams. Your leg is stiff and cramping. Slowly, you sit up and reach for Eddie’s side of the bed, only to remember that he’s not there.

Right.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Joyce pokes her head in. “Are you alright, sweetie? I heard you crying.”

You shake your head. “My leg.”

Nodding in understanding, Joyce walks in and immediately goes to the foot of the bed. She pulls the blankets back and starts your massages, the ones Eddie usually does. But he’s not there. Because he fucking decided he needed to go with the others to square off against Vecna.

It was a huge fight. You and Eddie have had arguments over the years but this was another level. You didn’t understand, couldn’t understand why he had to go with them. There was so much more to lose this time and you couldn’t be there, couldn’t make sure he got back safely.

You begged him not to. He told you he had to finish what they started. Not just for himself. But for you.

All three of you.

“How are you feeling?” Joyce asks as the blanket rolls off your swollen belly.

“Tired, moody, huge,” you list, trying to sit up. “My stomach is hard as a rock and I’m pissed at my stupid brave husband is off playing the hero.”

“I know how that goes.”

Hopper went with them too. Of course, he did. They’ve been gone for days, without any word or whisper of what’s happening. It’s been frustrating, to say the least.

“Come on, the doctor says you have to walk on it when your leg gets like this,” Joyce says. “I’ll get your cane.”

With her help, you’re able to get to your feet. She helps you until you’re confident you have your balance. After walking around the room a bit, your leg feels better. You’re tempted to ditch the cane but you can hear Eddie’s voice in your head.

“Sweetheart, it’s there to help. If I can be okay showing my scars, you can be okay using your cane.”

That’s something movies and TVs don’t show, the aftermath of the epic battle between good and evil. The scars it leaves behind. Physical and mental.

“Are you hungry?” Joyce asks.

“No.” You haven’t been since Eddie left. Food sounds gross, and your nerves are too frazzled to even think about eating.

“Well, you have to try to eat. Susan’s making lunch,” Joyce says as you two leave the bedroom. “I’m going to go see if she needs help. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Joyce kisses you on the cheek and then heads down the hall towards the kitchen, where Max’s mom is quietly singing as she cooks.

You continue down the other hall to the other bedroom. What used to be a small cabin has been added to and expanded over the years as it became the base of operations for Team Kill Vecna (Dustin’s name. Absolutely does not have a catchy ring to it but unfortunately it stuck, just like everyone calling you Ripley).

You knock on the door and a quiet voice says to come in.

“Hey, Red,” you say, smiling at Max. “Moms are making lunch. You hungry?”

“Starving,” the girl says, turning her white eyes towards you. “How big are you today?”

Chuckling, you make your way over to her bed and sit on the edge. She feels around until you take her hand and place it on your belly.

“Big as a house,” you say.

Max frowns. “Shit, your stomach is really hard.” She pauses, feeling some more. “I don’t feel it moving.”

“No, the baby hasn’t moved since last night,” you say. “I hope they get back soon. We’re getting close.”

“They will,” Max says with confidence. “I made Lucas promise and he knows if he breaks his promise I’ll break up with him.”

“I thought you were already broken up.”

“That was last week. Get with the program.”

You roll your eyes and heave yourself onto your feet. “Come on, let’s get some lunch.”

You and Max have gotten close over the last two years. Because of your disabilities, a lot of the physical work of tracking Vecna down fell to the others. You and Max were often left behind as the backup/B team. You honestly preferred it that way rather than being in the thick of the action. But you know it frustrates Max.

In the kitchen, her mom and Joyce are serving bowls of spaghetti. You manage to eat a few bites but you’re too stressed to have more. All you can do is sit there, twirling Eddie’s mood ring, your engagement ring, around your finger. You look at it, wishing your husband was there.

The house feels so fucking empty. You’ve gotten used to the noise, to the chaos of the group that permeates the air when they’re all together. Your parents are gone, having left Hawkins after thinking you died. You felt it was safer for them if you didn’t track them down, at least not until Vecna is taken care of. Everyone else’s families also left, but the kids refused to.

Kids. They’re certainly not kids anymore. Teenagers isn’t the right word either. Age-wise they might be but mentally they’re more adult than most people twice their age.

Trauma ages you.

“Honey,” Susan says laying a gentle hand on yours. “You have to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” You’re uncomfortable. Your stomach hurts, your leg is acting up, and you just want Eddie to come back. “I’ll bring Uncle some food.”

The women don’t try to stop you. Grabbing a fresh bowl, you load it up before heading outside. Uncle Wayne is sitting on the top of his new trailer, rifle across his legs as he stares off at the horizon.

“Lunchtime, Uncle Wayne,” you say. “See anything?”

“Not a damn thing.” He sighs and lays his weapon to the side before climbing down. “How are you feeling, kiddo?”

“Wish everyone would stop asking me that.”

Susan and Wayne joined the group while you, Eddie, and Max were recovering. They, like you, we’re thrust into this scary situation with no choice. Instead of running, they stayed for their children. To help however they could.

Wayne takes the bowl from you, giving your back a small rub. “I know, we’re just worried about you. Stress isn’t good for the little one.”

“Eddie should have thought of that before he left.”

Wayne sighs. “You know why he had to go. He had to make sure this was done for you and the baby.”

Doesn’t make you any less mad. And you’re about to say that when you see something, movement on the horizon Wayne had been watching.

Someone is coming.

No, not just someone, all of them! It has to be. You’d know those silhouettes anywhere. You yell towards the house and take off running before Wayne can stop you.

It’s them. It’s actually them. They’re back!

You’re limping and not going very fast. Shit, you left your cane inside. Whatever, it doesn’t matter because as soon as Eddie spots you, he breaks from the group and runs to meet you.

Fuck he looks amazing. Wearing that damn leather jacket and crop top he dug out of the dresser “for old time’s sake”. He gathers you into his arms and you both sink onto the dirty ground.

“You’re home!” you cry. “Thank god you’re back!”

“I told you I would be, sweetheart.”

You draw away and punch his shoulder. “Fuck you, Eddie Munson!”

“Ow! What the hell was that for?”

“I have been worried sick about you! Running off to be a hero and leaving your pregnant wife behind! You’re lucky I love you.”

“Come here, you lunatic.” He pulls you into a deep kiss and you kiss him back, your arms sliding around his neck.

“Is he gone?” you ask when you draw back. “For good this time?”

Eddie nods, grinning as he strokes your cheek. “He’s gone. For good. We did it.”

You want to know the cost. You want to ask how everyone is but before you can, there’s suddenly a crippling pain in your abdomen that makes you cry out.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his hand pressed to your belly. “Babe! Are you okay?”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah.”

“My water broke.”

What follows is a confusing cacophony of swears and yelling as the very injured group catches up and suddenly circles around you. Hopper is the one to be smart enough to haul you to your feet. He and Eddie help you back towards the house while the others rush ahead.

There’s no time to think or ask questions. Everyone’s been prepared for this day for a while now. Dustin gets on his radio, putting a call out for a medical personnel in the area, on the off chance there is one. Joyce and Susan rush to prep the bathroom, knowing that getting you to the hospital is next to impossible given the state of things. The others stay out of your fucking way because they’re smart.

Eddie is holding your hand, trying to act like he’s not freaking out but he very much is. “Alright, it’s okay, it’s going to be fine. You’re okay. Do you need anything? I’ll get you something. Shit, what am I supposed to get you? WHAT DO I DO?!”

“YOU’RE NOT HELPING!” you scream through a contraction

Joyce swoops in as she takes over for Hopper, leading you into the bathroom. “Everyone out of the way!” she orders. “Only Eddie and the moms are allowed in the bathroom. Nancy, there’s a checklist on the fridge. Get it and follow it to the letter. You’re in charge.”

“Um, I’m an adult, I can help,” Hopper says.

“Oh, that’s sweet that you think that, honey, but please,” Joyce says. “We got this.”

Susan’s filling the bath with warm water and she and Eddie help you out of your clothes. Sinking into the water helps ease some of the pain, mostly in your bad leg which is nothing compared to the pain you’re feeling now.

“What do I do?” Eddie asks Susan.

She hands him a washcloth. “You take this, run it under the cold water in the sink, and keep her forehead cool,” she orders. “Got it?”

Eddie nods, relieved to have some direction. “Alright, okay,” he says. “I got this.” He does as she instructs, carefully dabbing at your sweating forehead.

“At least you made it back in time,” you say through a laugh, which quickly turns into a painfilled yell. There was barely any time between the other contraction and this one. “Are they supposed to be this fast?”

Susan looks at Joyce after staring at her watch. “They’re only about five minutes apart,” she says.

“What does that mean?” Eddie asks. “Is that bad? Good? What does it mean?!?!?!”

“It means this baby is impatient,” Joyce says. “Might be having a new family member here very soon.”

This is not how you ever pictured any of this going but it’s happening and you have no choice. As many times as you and Eddie talked about leaving Hawkins, he couldn’t. Not when his friends needed help. And you weren’t going anywhere without him. So you both stayed.

The pregnancy was a surprise. It came out of the blue and even though you both were ecstatic, you were also terrified. Everything was coming to a head and Vecna was getting strong again.

No. Don’t think about that. You don’t have to worry about that anymore. There’s something more important happening.

You lose track of time. While you have no idea what you’re doing, your body seems to. Joyce and Susan also know what birth entails and they are able to keep you calm. Well, as calm as a person can be giving birth in a bathtub in a cabin in the woods.

Eddie is right there by your side, wiping down your face and telling you how strong you are, how much he loves you, and how he can’t wait to meet his kid.

And five hours later, when your daughter is born and Joyce is putting her in your arms, you breathe the biggest sigh of relief. She’s perfect. With a mop of hair close to Eddie’s color, she cries until Susan lays a warm blanket over you both.

Eddie is crying. He reaches out, almost scared to touch her but Joyce guides him through it, helps him place his hand on his daughter’s back.

The three of you huddle together. Someone snaps a picture, you’re not sure who though.

“What’s her name?” Joyce asks with a wide smile and tears in her eyes. She’s sitting on the floor of the bathroom, while everyone else crowds outside the door.

“Jane,” you say. “Jane Maxine.”

“It should be the other way.” You look up and smile at Max, pushing through the others, knocking their shins with her cane. “Maxine Jane. Then you can call her MJ like in the Amazing Spider-Man.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god, that’s brilliant.”

You chuckle and shake your head. Of course, your kid has to have a nerdy name. It only seems right. “Fine, little MJ Munson,” you say.

“MJ Munson,” he says with a grin, kissing your forehead. “You did good, sweetheart.”

It doesn’t quite sink in until much later how important MJ is to the crew. You never realized how much of their fighting was for her. And for other kids like her, the kids of the future. It hits you the next day when you’re in your room, watching your family pass the new bundle of joy around.

And it’s also when you realize just how much your family has gone through. No one escaped unscathed. No one.

Dustin’s eye is bandaged, a horrible cut running down from his eyebrow to his cheek. He’s already calling MJ “little sis”, promising to teach her about dragons.

Lucas’s face is swollen, his lip split, but he’s still smiling at the baby as she wraps her hand around his finger. Max stands next to him and he describes how MJ looks in detail for her as she gently touches the baby’s face.

Nancy, who physically seems okay but no longer smiles, sits with her eyes haunted by all she’s seen. Her lips twitch when MJ is handed to her and she presses a kiss to the top of the baby’s head.

Robin’s head is bandaged, covering the place where her right ear once was, a fresh series of bite marks clear against her pale face. She leans against Nancy, the older girl slipping her arm around her shoulders after passing MJ on.

Steve automatically sways with the baby, determined to hold her even with his arm in a sling. Thankfully Jonathan and Will are there to spot him just in case. Jonathan is bruised with a swollen eye. Will, pale and still trembling, his left hand tightly wrapped with gauze.

Will brings the baby over to Mike and El. Eleven is weak, so weak but determined to be there. If anyone felt the stress of Vecna’s defeat it was her. She leans against Will and Mike, the three of them smiling and cooing at the baby. Mike is using your cane for support, his leg bandaged from the knee down.

Uncle Wayne and Susan, pass MJ between them, brought together by circumstance and taking it all in stride to protect their loved ones.

Joyce sits at the end of your bed, smiling at everyone. A mom to every teen and young adult in the room, she’s been everyone’s rock even when her own sadness and trauma take over.

Hopper brings MJ back to Eddie. He smiles when he does, patting the new dad on the back, his eyes unseeing, lost in a memory of another little girl from long ago. He and Joyce usher the others out to give you and Eddie space.

Your husband sways as Steve taught him to, beaming down at the small bundle in his arms. You love them both so much. Everything you’ve been through the last two years has been worth it because you made the world safer. Not just for her but for yourselves.

Eddie brings MJ back to the bed, gently placing her in between the both of you. He’s still wearing the demogorgon tooth you gave him before he left. It’s been your good luck charm over the years and once he decided to go back into the Upside Down, you gave it to him, hoping it would keep him safe.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask him, reaching over to take his hand.

He slots his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up so he can kiss your scarred knuckles. “About how much I fucking love you,” he says. “And how I’m so grateful we found each other.”

“I’m just grateful you came back to us.”

“And I’m not going anywhere ever again,” Eddie says. “You’re stuck with me, remember?”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[ghoastixx]

this is so cliche but could you do a poly lost boys x reader where the reader (gn) has telekinesis (i’m talking like carrie levels of intensity and strength) and one night out of a fit of rage, they accidentally destroy a bunch of stuff, and they’re convinced the boys think that they’re a monster?

idk i love the idea of a telekinetic s/o with the boys hisjsjdh like they would 100% prank david 24/7 by zooming him around the cave in his wheelchair 💀

Poly Lost Boys x telekinetic gn reader

Hi!! Thank you so much for the cool request!! I love writing this type of stuff!!! I also agree with pranking David with his wheelchair, it would be gold. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, thank you again! <3 -Ghost

Cw: cussing and a bit of angst

It was supposed to just a nice night out. Everything was going great. Marko was having a good time, Paul was having fun, Dwayne was happy, hell even David seemed to be in a good mood. Everything was good. That was until some asshat who had it out for the boys decided you’d be good enough bait and decided to grab and you use as leverage. You bit and kicked at them, eventually getting them off yourself with a little help from the boys. You got them off before the police could intervene and immediately all fled the scene back towards the bikes. This little stunt, of course, sent the boys into protective vampire mode, they asked all the normal questions like if you were okay, and if you had gotten hurt, you assure them them that you were fine. The ride back was remotely quiet.

After that, the boys were more anxious to actually take you out with them, or even let you go out without one of them at all. David always had the same argument with you.

“What if you get hurt and we aren’t there to protect you!” No matter how many times you told him that you could deal with it yourself and you didn’t need their constant protection, they never listened. One night you simply had enough of it.

“You’re going to get hurt and we aren’t going to be there to help, or protect you.” David said, per usual.

“We just want to keep you safe Y/N.” Dwayne cut in. Paul and Marko humming in agreement.

“I can take care of myself.”

“They are going to try and use you for leverage again Y/N.” Marko added in.

“We won’t be there to save you. You won’t be able to do anything.” And with that, you snapped.

“I don’t need you to protect me!” Some loose papers on the floor shot into the air, blankets flew around, stray pillows went every direction, scaring the shot out of Marko’s pigeons. You could hear glass shatter somewhere and the boys all ran to hide, not really knowing what was going on. Your fit of rage only stopped when your eyes landed on a mirror that had broken. You looked at yourself in the broken mirror, looking at what you were. A monster.

The boys all came out from their hiding spots, Paul was the first to speak.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He didn’t get an answer. All he heard was a shaky breath and then a muffled sob.

“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t be here, I’m a danger to you all. I should leave.” And with that you ran out of the cave, you sat down on an empty spot on the beach.

A few minutes later you hear four pairs of feet come up behind you.

“Y/N?” A gloves hand placed itself on your shoulder.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you angry at me? Just go, I don’t want to hear your yelling.” Marko sat down next to you.

“We are here to make sure you’re okay. You’re our lover? Why wouldn’t we?” You can’t make eye contact.

“I’m a monster.”

The boys are quiet for a minute.

“We are too.”

“You’re not a monster Y/N. You couldn’t help what you did, or whatever it is you might have.” David put his hand on your leg, looking at you. “We’re staying with you, no matter what.”

You all hug each other and you let out everything you’ve been feeling. You sit their knowing how lucky you are too have your boys.

BOUNS HEADCANNONS

•Although they can already levitate Paul and Marko would literally have you lift them up just for shits and giggles.

•You’d prank Marko by casually snatching one of his paintbrushes up while he’s painting, it catches him off guard for a minute.

•Dwayne is so interested in learning more about you and what you can do. He’s interested on the origins of it.

•David is just glad that you can protect yourself, he’s happy to know that you’ll be safe.

•over all, they still love you the same.

•Paul and Marko definitely use your powers to their advantage on the boardwalk, with your permission of course.

-Ghost

#the lost boys #fanfic #fanfiction #paul tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys fanfiction #david tlb #the lost boys x reader #tlb dwayne

[lorei-writes]

HC: Warlords having “THE Talk”

x fem!Reader Crack NSFW Premise: It just so happens that you realise your beloved may be lacking in regards to certain knowledge, and decide to talk with him about it. Suitors: Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Masamune, Ieyasu, Kenshin, Shingen, Sasuke, Yukimura, Kennyo Content Warnings: none*

*- mind the other labels + topic

Nobunaga

He takes it just plain wrong. Not that he is angry, but he certainly is moody, assuming - for whatever reason - that you consider him irresponsible. How dare.

Would having his child be so bad a fate? After all, he’ll need a heir just regardless!... Does this mean you DO NOT want to ever have children?? That could prove to be problematic! What if land fell back into chaos after he’s gone? HE NEEDS TO PREPARE FOR THAT. Why are you telling him only now???

Oh. He misunderstood. He listens to you, but he feels compelled to add you’re not getting any younger.

Still grumpy. He knows how to make children and you should be aware of that. Details? Unimportant. (He will ask about them more after he degrumpifies himself. He isn’t too proud about jumping to conclusions).

Mitsuhide

He listens in carefully and nods along the explanations, stays otherwise silent until you’re done with your lecture.

He points our it’s all future knowledge, and that none of the contraception methods you’ve listed have been invented yet. It’s... a good point. He also adds that the rest is but theory.

He ends up lecturing you on period appropriate (or well, available) methods of contraception. He can’t give much details on some of them, though... Not that you’d wish to know about those particular ones.

You’re lost, confused and less enlightened than you thought you were. Now, how are you supposed to have sex with your lover again? S. O. S., where’s the “FAQ by Time-Travellers for Time-Travellers” when you need it...

Hideyoshi

Focuses on periods. A lot. He wants to know everything about them, and grows a little pale upon realising you’re quite literally shedding tissue during menstruation.

What do you mean future people can have sex without worrying about the pregnancy? He always assumed one only did it when accepting it as a possibility. He misunderstood???

Great. Now he’s terrified of making love to you, because WHAT IF - what if - you get pregnant with his child and don’t want to be in that position?? What next??? He is not ready to become a single dad! (Although... He may have some experience... And his fatherhood may not be the only issue there...)

He copes by asking some of the married maids for advice. He doesn’t like what he hears. He... He needs a moment to process it all, okay?

Mitsunari

Oh, he’s curious. From strictly theoretical standpoint, but he is enthusiastic to learn more about the topic.

He asks questions. A lot of questions. You aren’t necessarily sure how to answer some of them.

He’s a strategist and this clearly is a war against sperm. You will find him scavenging for books on the medicine (merchants - mildly bothered, to say the least). It may last weeks. He NEEDS to invent a strategy. Duh.

Luckily, he forgets about it all when it comes to the actual love-making. You’re honestly very relieved... He... Got TOO enthusiastic with his fool-proofing...

Ieyasu

It’s just a casual conversation. He’s mostly interested in how the modern contraception methods work (as in, the mechanisms of them).

He reckons none of them are quite replicable as things are, though. Regrettably so.

He also asks about deliveries, infant mortality, what do people do in case of lactation problems, etc. Overall, all things early human development and delivery, although you don’t necessarily have much experience with either of those.

He asks if you’re willing to make this risk, since he can’t guarantee you safety as things are. He seems sad about it.

Masamune

Another terrified one, but for different reasons.

Listen, he knows he can pull out just fine (Masamune, no, that’s exactly the point...), and he has one eye, which is plenty enough to understand what needs to be understood about periods. But STDs and STIs?! He knows he slept with his fair share of people, what if he transmitted some??!

It honestly scares you too, so you both go over all the symptoms you are aware of. Seems he’s all right. Once again, your lover is luckier than smarter (at least when it comes to taking very risky risks).

All in all, he actually puts effort into understanding this everything, even with the surrounding theory. He drops being serious eventually, though, and requests a presentation. Hands on.

Kenshin

He both misunderstands you and ends up being terrified.

Misunderstands, because he knows how many times he came inside of you and now he believes you hated it. You must have, right? He NEVER asked! He didn’t know it could get you pregnant!

Terrified, because WHAT IF he for you pregnant?? Against your will?! Deliveries are risky too?? Are you going to die??

Honestly, he avoided women, so he knows next to nothing about any of that. He’s overwhelmed with data and you end up needing several more talks.

Shingen

At first, he mistakes it for a flirting attempts and tries to flirt back at you. After he realises that you’re serious, he listens carefully.

He actually asks whether you’d even want to have children.

Too many sex related stale jokes and puns follow in the next few days... Weeks... Each time he uses a future word, he asks you whether he did so correctly.

He ends up thinking he should give the talk to Yukimura. He goes forward with that. Shingen, no! You’re not his real dad!

Sasuke

[Soon after returning from the future]

He gives YOU a lecture. On historical methods... But also biology, chemistry and physics of sperm. All at once. Sasuke, HOW exactly does your web search history look?

He jumps to kink. Again, Sasuke, was browsing this your hobby? Not that you don’t want the information, BUT YOU DIDN’T EXPECT ACADEMIA STYLE LECTURE ON THE HISTORY OF BONDAGE. (With useful knots for tying down enemies as appending A).

He asks you all about your cycle and vaginal discharge. You don’t know why, but apparently, it allows him to put together a prototype of a fertility calendar.

At the end of the day, NONE OF THIS MATTERS (at least not much), as it turns out he stocked up on condoms and emergency contraception during your last stay in the future. (Honestly, why didn’t you think about it too? ; Yes, he thought you just wanted to talk about the topic for the joy of it).

Yukimura

Gets embarrassed when you bring up the topic. At first he listens to you carefully.

He looses it at the mention of fetishes, ‘outdoor sex’ in particular.

Why do you have to bring up the forest incident?

Ticks can do what??

Embarrassed. Didn’t get any of the theory. He understood some of the practical implications, though. Or so he thinks.

‘Uterus’ = womb = evil organ that he doesn’t have and is happy about it

Kennyo

He tries to understand every word, although it’s somewhat hard at him when you use modern vocabulary. It’s just that... Hormones, the names of them, it’s a lot to take in.

He doesn’t make any scene, but he is a little quiet afterwards. It follows him through the next few days, so you end up asking what’s the matter.

Turns out he misunderstood the point of the talk, but didn’t want to bother you with it or to impose on you.

The truth is... He secretly hoped that maybe one day you’d have a child together. Again, he never voiced this, as he didn’t want to impose anything on you.

He look a tiny bit like a puppy when admitting that.

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[ochrefic]

Tell us about the sin-eater AU!

anon you complete me

this barely even discusses the actual story because there’s so much setup. the sin eater au has very complicated lore for something which is mostly about everyone suffering a lot. i apologize in advance

this is a modern world with magic, but it’s not very powerful. the average person mostly interacts with it in the form of purchased physical objects. the average person is able to sense magic— for instance, walking up to an enchanted object, one can likely sense the power, the temperament, and the purpose of the enchantment. they can also tell some things about other people’s internal magic.

everyone has internal magic. if you don’t it is because you are dead. your internal magic is affected by a lot of things. sometimes your physical health but mostly mental nonsense*. it can get corrupted due to the aforementioned mental nonsense, which is a tiny bit unfun.

(*this is debated** in-universe, we will come back to that in a later post)

(**"debated", we’ll come back to that in a later post)

the vast majority of people cannot do anything with their internal magic. they have no way to access it in a conscious manner. a few people are able to consciously access their magic— “magic users”.. this is sort of but not totally genetic, but in any case you cannot become a magic user on purpose. you have it or you don’t.

having access to your internal magic is mostly not a good thing. there are very few Actual Magicians because trying to do anything notable with it means studying it as a discipline, which is like learning engineering and law at the same time while going to trade school on the weekends. if you don’t want to go to superhell college, you can practice a reasonable amount and then you can do silly little party tricks. which is cool and fun!

however.

a person’s body can only contain so much magic. if you are normal and don’t have any way to consciously access yours, your body handles it for you— you’ll gradually produce more if you lose it, you won’t end up with more magic than you’re supposed to have, everything will be chill and fine.

if you are a magic user, you are theoretically capable of decreasing your internal magic via performing spells, so your body decides not to be helpful. if you have somehow acquired too much magic, you gotta get rid of it on your own.

magic users can mess with the magic of non-users. you can give magic to someone or take it away from them.

again, normal people can’t use their own magic but can perceive the magic inside of objects or other organisms. some people can use magic, which may not be good for them. here’s a third category for you to remember: a small number of people are completely unable to perceive magic at all— they are “magicblind”. this is mostly not a problem.

*****

after Many Words, we have arrived at the prologue.

john’s family belongs to a religious community which is toeing the line between “slightly weird people with unethical beliefs” and “cult”. they are christian but most of their theological beliefs aren’t super relevant

things they believe which are relevant and (very) controversial:

magic is ‘witchcraft’, which means it is evil and bad.

having corrupted magic is a sign of having sinned, and to cleanse yourself of that sin you must remove the corrupted magic.

being a magic user means that you have been chosen to act as the eater of sin for your community; this is, supposedly an honor. it is your duty to listen to the wrongdoings of your community members, to take their corrupted magic from them, and to keep it inside yourself literally forever. you are not allowed to say no.

john was eleven when he finally got caught shaking sparks from the ends of his fingers. he was twelve when he started taking sins. he was twelve, and the parents of his schoolmates were telling him about how they drink too much and they yell at their wife and they beat their children and they wish their spouse was dead, and he would take their hands and look them in the eyes and scoop out the rotten twisted bits of their magic and bury them inside himself as deeply as he could.

after a while it started to show no matter how much he tried to hide it. corrupted magic doesn’t smell, exactly, but it produces a similar sense of repulsion. his schoolmates began to look at him with disgust. their parents began to fear him. he moves his bedroom to the top floor of the house because his aura keeps his siblings from falling asleep. his mother doesn't touch him anymore.

it began to make him sick, eventually. it is a sickness that cannot be chased away, and one for which he gets no sympathy. it is a duty and it is an honor and he does as he is told. he is resigned to it. but it is a very lonely and painful path to walk. he cannot imagine anything else, but there is very little light left in his days. other than duty there is very little left to live for.

until the new foster kid with flyaway hair and ripped denim trousers sits next to him without seeming even to notice what he is.

#long post #asks #amrev #hamilton #lams #stay tuned for more posting at. some point. probably. #ask questions if any of this doesn't make sense #(probably none of it makes sense)

[guccigarantine]

It’s every gay person’s nightmare: the person you ghosted on a dating app is now the one running the time travel murder game you got yourself involved in 

Two whole hours and I still hadn’t figured out what to do. It sounded decent in theory to just talk to him, but this was a game about murder. This was the guy who made the game about murder and my plan was to tell him forcefully that I was going to make him stay. I’m supposed to get out of this situation through my wits alone? Past me had so much confidence in present me-- or maybe he hated present me. “Sorry, not my problem.” Signed, Past Me.

Ryan looked nervously to the door and then back to his phone, perhaps checking to see if CANNONBALL had emailed him back about anything since it was taking so long for the door to open. I squinted. Ryan looked... eerily familiar. I didn’t think that he looked like someone else. I had the distinct impression that I had seen him somewhere before. My mind wandered, and it was as I thought about how he was sort of my type that I made the connection.

I flung open the door. “Seriously, it’s you?” I asked.

 A few expressions swept over Ryan’s face. Confusion that I wasn’t CANNONBALL, fear and anger as he realized that CANNONBALL’s involvement in WOE.BEGONE had likely just been compromised, and finally recognition.

“Mike Walters, pleased to meet you,” I said and smiled a fake smile.

“You’re from--”

 I interrupted him. “We don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.”

“I know, but what are the odds?” He asked, jaw slightly agape.

[Beat]

“He left all his data unsecured. I found all kinds of stuff on--”

He interrupted me. “We’re seriously not going to talk about it? Are you embarrassed? Or maybe discreet or...?”

I blushed. “Fine. Yes, we messaged back and forth on Scruff a long time ago.” Scruff is a dating app, mostly for masculine gay men looking for other masculine gay men, but its use is a little bit broader than it sounds from that description and its more feature-rich than Grindr and apparently there are local guys in your area who are down to alter space time tonight. We had exchanged some messages and non-lewd images on there a long time ago. Well, a gay long time ago, so like a year and a half. Gay temporality is a type of time travel in itself.

“You were hot. I forget why we stopped talking,” he said. See, podcast listeners? Proof that I am in fact hot. I mean, as long as you take my word on it that he said that I was hot.

“I probably flaked or we didn’t have enough in common. Hobbies and interests are really important to me. I can’t believe we are having this conversation while I have a guy tied up in his own apartment and not in the fun way,” I said.

[Beat]

“That’s a shame. There’s a parallel universe where we kept talking and you’d be on the other side of this WOE.BEGONE game,” he said. “I mean, literally. There’s literally another dimension where that happens. A statistically significant number of dimensions, actually. I could probably write a program to figure out roughly how many. Finding them would be almost impossible, though.”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said.

[Beat]

“I guess you aren’t going to let me in on this whole thing, are you?” I asked.

“For someone as sexy and smart as you… no,” he said.

[Beat]

“Is your goal to hunt down the quantum computer so that you can seize it for yourself and skip the middleman?” I asked.

“Well, it seems like you have some fun ideas of your own, so I won’t ruin your fun. You seem to get off on wildly speculating. You should add that to your Scruff profile,” he said.

“I try to imply that through euphemism on my profile,” I shot back.

“Guys on Scruff don’t get subtext, Mike,” he said.

 As frustrated as I was with Ryan, nothing that he was saying was untrue. “What are you going to do when you walk out of this apartment?” I asked. “I assume that I am relatively safe based on what you have said to me tonight.”

“I don’t have to decide that right now. I can decide it whenever I want to. But I know what would make it most entertaining for me,” he said. “I think what I’ll end up doing is getting a little closer--” He came and sat right beside me on the couch I was on. “And leaning in real close--” He brought his lips up to my ear. “And in the faintest whisper, telling you...”

And then I woke up standing in the middle of the fucking road! [Punches desk]

#woe.begone #w.bg #wbg #audio post #who is ready for another very mediocre audio post made by someone with hearing loss and an audio processing disorder #i love to make my life more challenging for no reason #also im going to keep making these until i die so if you dont like them that's too bad

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || six: why does everyone monologue so much

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: shigaraki makes a mistake (kidnaps a Child™), a grandpa knocks out dabi and upsets you, then shit goes sideways and you're kinda homeless again but not really

content: aaaaangst?

word count: 1788

a/n: couldn't find a good enough gif for dabi so we've got the asshole thumb thumb lookin fucker instead

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

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“I’ll ask you one more time, aspiring hero, Bakugo Katsuki… will you join me?”

You had to withhold a laugh at Shigaraki’s question. He really thinks kidnapping this kid and chaining him up will win his favour? 

“If you’re gonna talk in your sleep, you should just go to sleep and die,” Bakugo snarled. You did laugh at that. 

“I think you just got owned by a kid, boss.” You grinned, disregarding Shigaraki’s withering glare. Dabi elbowed you and mouthed ‘not the time’. 

Shigaraki turned his attention to the T.V., where Eraserhead was giving a statement on the Villain’s attack and Bakugo’s kidnapping. After a few minutes, he looked back at Bakugo. 

“It’s so strange…” he said. “Why are the heroes being criticised? The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark. Is it because it’s their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect? Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don’t you think, Bakugo?”

“Once heroes receive compensation to protect people, they aren’t heroes anymore,” Spinner added. “That is Stain’s teaching.”

“Many of your so-called ‘heroes’ only protect those who fit their beliefs,” you said softly, “and disregard the suffering of those they deem lesser or unworthy. Are they really heroes then?”

Shigaraki began again, “The strange system of transforming people’s lives into money or glory. The society that sticks tight to those rules. The citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them. Our fight is to question: what is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We’ll have everybody thinking about it. We’re planning on winning.” He trained his eye on Bakugo, and asked with a tilt of his head, “you like winning, too, right?”

Bakugo’s glare sharped. You stepped back slightly, not trusting the look on the kid’s face.

“Dabi, release his restraints.” Shigaraki pointed at the boy. Dabi turned to their leader.

“Huh? This guy’s gonna fight, you know.” 

Shigaraki shrugged. “It’s fine. We need to treat him like an equal, since we’re scouting him. Besides, you can tell if you’ll win or not if you fight in this situation, right, U.A. student?”

Dabi huffed, then glanced at Twice. “Twice, you do it.” You snickered. He glared at you, as if daring you to comment. You chose not to.

“What, me? No way!” Twice jumped.

“Do it.”

“Man…” He walked over and began to fiddle with the restraints. As he did that, Compress spoke up.

“I do apologise for using such forceful methods. But please understand that we are not just a mob trying to commit crimes. We didn’t kidnap you by accident.”

Shigaraki got up and approached Bakugo, who was massaging his wrists. “Even though our situations differ, everyone here has been restricted and suffered because of people… rules… and heroes. I’m sure you also—” He stopped speaking when Bakugo kicked Twice away and lunged towards him, setting off an explosion and knocking Father off of his face.

“Shigaraki!”

“I listened quietly to your endless talking… idiots can’t get to the point, so they’re always talking for a long time. Basically, you mean ‘we wanna harass people, so please join us,’ right? Don’t bother.” Bakugo stood straight and grinned. “I want to win like All Might. No matter what anyone says, that will never change!”

Dabi moved slightly to shield you as everyone took up defensive positions in case the kid decided to fight. It was then that you noticed Shigaraki’s unnerved expression as he eyed the hand now on the floor. “Father…”

Bakugo took up a fighting stance, his grin even wider. “That’s how it is, you damn scum of a league! Just so you know, I’m still allowed to fight!”

“You know exactly what your position is, huh? What a smart boy!” Magne almost sounded impressed. 

Dabi, on the other hand, was the opposite. He looked bored and slightly annoyed. “No, he’s an idiot.”

Toga clapped her hands together. “I’ll stick you!”

“Even if he wasn’t going to join us, he should have pretended we were winning him over… he’s done it now,” Compress mused. You agreed—that would’ve been the smart thing to do.

“I won’t do something I don’t want to even if I’m only faking it. And I don’t wanna be in an annoying place like this for very long.”

“We aren’t annoying,” you snapped at him. “If anything, you are, ya damn brat. Talk at a normal volume, will you?” Dabi elbowed you again to get you to quiet down.

Shigaraki’s hand twitched. “Father…”

“Don’t, Shigaraki Tomura! Calm down!” Kurogiri said frantically, readying to stop him from attacking Bakugo.

Instead of fighting, he held his arm out. “Don’t touch him, any of you.” Shigaraki picked up Father from the floor. “This guy…” he began as he placed the hand back onto his face, “...is a valuable piece. I wish you would’ve listened to me a little. I thought we could come to an understanding.”

“Come to an understanding? No way!”

“Then I have no choice. The heroes said they’re continuing their investigation of us. We don’t have time to talk leisurely.” Shigaraki turned towards the T.V.. “Sensei—lend me your power.”

“Sensei? You’re not the boss around here? That’s not funny!” Bakugo hissed.

“Kurogiri, Compress, make him go to sleep again.”

Compress sighed as he moved towards the boy, “I can’t believe he’s such a bad listener. I’m almost impressed.”

“If you want me to listen to you, then get on your knees and die!”

Before Compress could activate his Quirk, there was a knock at the door. “Hello, this is Pizza-la, Camino store.” A beat passed, before the wall Spinner was leaning against burst and heroes swarmed.

“Smash!”

“Kurogiri, gate!” Shigaraki shouted. 

“Pre-emptive binding—” Wooden vines wrapped around the League members, preventing Kurogiri from activating his Quirk, “—Lacquered Chain Prison!”

You yelped in pain as the vines restricted around you, aggravating your arthritis. Dabi snarled at that, flames lighting up on him. “Watch what you’re doing, hero!” Before he could do anything, another hero kicked him in the head, knocking him out.

“Dabi!” You panicked, thrashing around. “Shit, Dabi—”

“—don’t be impatient. It’d be in your best interests to stay put.”

All Might glared at the League, ignoring their protests and discomfort. “You can’t run anymore, League of Villains! Why? Because we are here!” He then stood and turned to Bakugo. “I’m sure you were scared… you did good bearing it. I’m sorry. It’s fine now, young man!”

You zoned out after that, your focus solely on Dabi’s wellbeing. It wasn’t until Shigaraki began to get up that you snapped back to reality.

“—justice, peace… I’ll destroy this garbage heap that you put a lid on with such vague ideas! It was for that purpose that I set All Might apart and started gathering people to my cause! Don’t be ridiculous. This is the beginning… Kurogiri—!” He began, but stopped his order as something pierced through Kurogiri, causing the warp-gate user to slump over.

“No, stop! I couldn’t see anything! What, did you kill him?!” Magne shrieked, shaking her head around. 

The “something” that pierced Kurogiri moved in front of her. “I played around with his insides and made him unconscious. He is not dead.”

“Fucker, you could’ve hurt him!” You shouted. “You don’t just play around inside of people, you freak!” The hero ignored you, only proving to further your anger.

The old man that knocked Dabi out spoke, “Didn’t I tell you earlier that it’d be in your best interests to stay put? Hikiishi Kenji, Sako Atushiro, Iguchi Shuichi, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin, L/N Y/N. With little information and time, the police officers worked through the night to determine your true identities. Do you understand? There’s nowhere left for you to run.

“Hey Shigaraki, can I ask you where your boss is?” The old man finished. 

You rolled your eyes. Always running their mouths, always grandstanding… I hate heroes. 

When All Might questioned Shigaraki, he began to spiral. You itched to reach out and comfort him before he went too far. Nausea built up in your throat.

Black pools popped up all around the bar, and Nomus began to spill out—sending the heroes into a panic. When one of the pools erupted from Bakugo’s mouth, All Might rushed to grab him, but wasn’t fast enough and shouted in frustration when he disappeared.

You realised the nausea wasn’t from your anxiety as soon as you, and the rest of the League, started to gag up the strange substance as well. It swirled around each of the members, and you all disappeared as well. 

You had teleported to a destroyed section of a building, with Boo and Nugget appearing as well. You tucked Nugget into your shirt and Boo under your arm, then scrambled to Dabi’s side. “Dabi, Dabi, wake up, please!” Your voice was strained from panic and the pain caused from the hero’s binding having been too tight. You registered that All Might had arrived, and that Shigaraki’s Sensei was preparing to fight him, but ignored everything around you—until red vines shot out from his fingers and into Kurogiri, waking him back up. 

“Kurogiri, get everyone away from here.”

Magne rushed forward. “Hey, wait! He was defeated and is now unconscious! I’m not sure what’s going on, but if you can use Warp, then you should get us away!”

“I just got mine, Magne. On top of only being able to transport short distances, unlike his coordinate transport, I can only bring people to or away from me. I can only send them away to someone I am very familiar with. So I’ll have Kurogiri do it. Forced Quirk Activation!” The mist covering Kurogiri exploded into a warp gate. “Now go!”

“What about you…?” Shigaraki protested.

“Think constantly, Tomura,” All For One said as he rose into the air. “You still have much more room to grow.”

“Sensei!” 

“Shigaraki, we need to leave,” you begged, biting back a groan of pain as you stood. You held on tighter to Boo to make sure she wouldn’t wiggle away.

Compress agreed as he used his Quirk to shrink Dabi. “While All Might is being held back, get your piece! Y/N, you need to go—you can’t fight, and that guy’s vines hurt you. Take Dabi and get through the gate. Do you need help moving?” He pressed the blue marble into your free hand.

You shook your head. “No, I can manage. Thank you, Compress.” You smiled, though it was more of a grimace. “Make sure everyone gets out safely, please.” 

With Boo, Nugget and Dabi safely on you, you stumbled through the warp gate, leaving the sound of fighting behind.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki toya x you #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x you #my writing #bnha fanfiction #navi: we cant fix each other #writing.txt

[justsomerandomfanfic]

100 Prompts List

Random Dialogue Prompts For Requests:

Requests are open

🥰 = Fluff 😢 = Angst 🤕 = Hurt/Comfort 😜 = Random

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1. “But this is the only thing that’s made the last three years bearable.” 🤕

2. “What do you mean, he’s escaped?” 😜

3. “So, you’ve been living in denial all these years?” 😢

4. “I miss moments like this more than anything.” 😢

5. “Go and live with her then! See if I care!” 😢

6. “Quick! Go hide behind the sofa!” 😜

7. “You must be mad to show up here.” 😢

8. “No! I am tired of doing what you say!” 😢

9. “Darling, it’s beautiful, thank you!” 🥰

10. “What a thing to say – and on my birthday of all days!” 😢

11. “Could you be happy here with me?”🤕

12. “You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.” 😢

13. “You’ve taken her back!? Are you serious!?” 😢

14. “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.” 🥰

15. “I’ve been checking you out all night.” 🥰

16. “We can’t invite them over. Mother hates them.” 😜

17. “Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.” 😜

18. “I don’t think I could live alone again.” 😢

19. “You were supposed to be watching him!” 😢

20. “You did a bad thing for a good reason.”

21. “What aren’t you telling me?” 🤕

22. “Don’t go. Please.” 🤕

23. “Did I mention this is life or death?” 😜

24. “Where is your sense of adventure?” 😜

25. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 🥰

26. “I feel safe with you.” 🥰

27. “Wait. Did you hear that… There’s something in the walls.” 😜

28. “It’s nothing. It’s just a bruise.” 🤕

29. “You were talking in your sleep.” 🤕

30. “See? I’m not just a pretty face.” 😢

31. “You don’t have to walk me home.” 🥰

32. “I’ve got you back, okay?” 🥰

33. “You’re not human, are you?” 😜

34. “Jealous!? I am not jealous!” 😢

35. “Stop trying to hide your emotions from me.” 🤕

36. “You’re kind of a mystery to me.” 🥰

37. “Have you always been this hot?” 🥰

38. “Kiss me… Kiss me as if it were our last.” 🥰

39. “Have a drink with me. Promise I’m not a creep.” 😜

40. “This is… Literally illegal. You’re describing something illegal.” 😜

41. “Surprised to run into you here… And of all places, my mother’s funeral.” 😢

42. “Can we put aside our differences for a second?” 😢

43. “Let’s go somewhere. Just you and I.” 🥰

44. “Everything is always about you.” 😢

45. “I don’t always need you to fix everything. I just need you to listen.” 😢

46. “Do you remember when we first met?” 🥰

47. “Let me do this, for you.” 🤕

48. You see this!? This is real life!“ 😢

49. “Why are you laughing? This is a very serious situation.” 😜

50. “Why do you hate me?” 😢

51. “We never should’ve kissed - that was our first mistake.” 🤕

52. “Don’t you see? I did this all for you!” 😢

53. “Why should I trust you?” 😢

54. “Can you look at me, please?” 🤕

55. “Why can’t we just get along?” 🤕

56. “Snap out of it!” 😢

57. “Are you kidding me!? We’re not ‘fine!’” 😢

58. “Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But, emotionally? Imagine the toll.” 😜

59. “So, apparently, the ‘bad vibes’ I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological stress.” 😜

61. “With great power comes great need to take a nap. So don’t wake me up.” 😜

62. “You seem familiar. Have I threatened you before?” 😜

63. “She doesn’t understand you like I do.” 😢

64. “Please! Stop it! All of you!” 😢

65. “If you leave me now, you lose everything.” 😢

66. “It’s not every day I fall for a pretty person like you.” 🥰

67. “How long have you been there?” 🤕

68. “Well? What happened? Tell me all the details!” 😜

69. “Don’t die on me!” 😢

70. “I’m in love. And I’m scared.” 😢

71. “I always keep my promises.” 🥰

72. “Let me go.” 😢

73. “Are you serious? You’re bleeding out!” “So? I’m hungry.” 😜

74. “Will you get off me, my whole body’s numb.” “No, I’m very comfortable.” 😜

75. “You are single-handedly the reason I have anxiety.” 😜

76. “Stop being so dramatic.” 😜

77. “I can almost hear you pouting.” 😜

78. “I watched you walk into the room and my heart went ‘Boom!’” 🥰

79. “Home is wherever you are with me.” 🥰

80. “No, I don’t hate you.” 🤕

81. “I dare you.” 😜

82. “Let it go! Let it go! Can’t hold it back anymore!” “Oh, god, not again.” 😜

83. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “It’s a gun.” “Oh sh-” 😜

84. “Just because you wear black, doesn’t mean that you’re the reincarnation of Wednesday Addams.” “Imma gonna ignore you while I dance dance dance with my hands hands hands.” 😜

85. “Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?” “I want a divorce.” 😜

86. “I love you.” “I love me too.” 😜

87. “Wanna dance to the Kahoot Theme song while we wait for our pizza?” “Sure.” 😜

88. “Hydrate or diedrate.” 😜

89. “It’s a beautiful night, and we’re looking for something fun to do! Hey, baby! I think I wanna marry you.” “No.” 😜

90. “Why is your ID picture a pumpkin?” “Because you can cut me open, take out my guts, and put me out on your porch for three months.” “Uh… Huh?” 😜

91. “Why did you just lick my ice cream?” “Uh, cause I was hungry?” “I don’t even know you.” 😜

92. “Wanna play hide-and-seek?” “What are you? Five?” “… Yes.” 😜

93. “Want me to shower you in love and affection?” “The only shower I want is one with nice hot water, and you are one-hundred feet away from me.” 😜

94. “We’re just friends.” “But that can change, right?” 😜

95. “Now that’s a booty.” “Stop looking in the mirror, you weirdo.” 😜

96. “Uh, why do you have a room full of dolls?” “They’re not dolls. They’re my family.” 😜

97. “I’m not doing it. You keep killing me.” “Well, it’s not my fault you suck at Minecraft.” 😜

98. “I think I need therapy.” “Why go to therapy when you can have friendapy!” “That’s it! I’m moving out!” 😜

99. “I can’t find my glasses.” “Good. They made you look like a nerd.” 😜

100. “Do you think there’s another dimension or alternate reality where we are fictional characters and someone out there is reading about us being their one true love?” “Ah, no.” “Yeah, me neither.” 😜

#fanfics #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #request #requests #requests open #requests are open #reqs open #prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #prompts dialogue

[aethelstanz]

Aethelstanz’s prompt list

Hi everyone! Here is the prompt list as promised. As you can see, I divided them in sections -I think it’s easier that way for everyone- so when sending a request just send in the number and section of the prompt you want. Many of these aren’t mine, so credits to their respective owners. More prompts will be added depending on my level of creativity/research :)

I will be writing for both the characters and cast of the series, so feel free to make your requests. Hope you enjoy!

f l u f f

1. “I love you”

2. “Can I kiss you?”

3. “You’re staring, again”

4. “You’re staring, again”

5. “I’m going to marry you”

6. “I never believed in love until I met you”

7. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

8. “Are you flirting with me?”

9. “I will always be by your side”

10. “I will always protect you. I promise”

11. “You got flowers for me?”

12. “Stop moving. I’m trying to braid your hair”

13. “You are very endearing when you’re half asleep”

14. “You look beautiful when you sleep”

15. “You’re hurt, let me help you take care of those wounds”

16. “I don’t care about what they say, I love you”

17. “I’m with child”

18. “I think I might be in love with you”

19. “Hold me, please”

20. “You make me feel brave”

r a n d o m

1. “That’s mine” “no, it’s not”

2. “Stop being so dramatic!”

3. “What are you- are you really praying right now?!” “Yes.”

4. “Did you just slapped my ass?” “Maybe”

5. “Fight me” “I’m not fighting you”

6. “Come over here and make me”

7. “I suppose you could sit in my lap until I'm done”

8. “My head hurts” “Of course it does. What were you expecting? For it to be just fine after you hit it?”

9. “Define normal”

10. “Remind me to kill you”

11. “Are you listening to me?” “Listening? Yes, but paying attention? Not at all”

12. “My middle finger salutes you”

13. “I never asked to be a part of this” “you literally did”

14. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap”

15. “What did I tell you about calling him/her the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

16. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

17. “She’s hot, but she’s evil”

18. “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat”

19. “You’re so tiny”

20. “He’s such an idiot, but he’s my idiot”

a n g s t

1. “I told you not to fall in love with me”

2. “I’m tired of being your secret”

3. “Are you even listening to me?”

4. “Get out. I don’t want to see you”

5. “I wish I never met you”

6. “What’s this between us?”

7. "I don't want to lose you” “I think you already did."

8. "Don't you fucking walk away from me when I'm talking to you!”

9. “You did this to me. You made me love you and then when you couldn't handle commitment, you left me standing on the corner crying my heart out.”

10. “We’re from different worlds” “I know, but that was never a problem for me”

11. "What the hell did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?!"

12. “Stop it. You’re scaring me.”

13. “Do you even love me anymore?”

14. "It will never be okay. Nothing I ever did was good enough for you. Did I even matter to you?! No, I didn't think so."

15. “I deserve better than this”

16. “Why did you leave?”

17. “Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we’ve done”

18. “I never loved you”

19. “You’re a monster”

20. “Why did you spare me?”

s m u t

1. “Tell me what you want”

2. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

3. “Need some help?”

4. “Like what you see?”

5. “You’re mine”

6. “I told you to stay still”

7. “Be a good girl and spread those legs for me”

8. “It’s not my fault you keep turning me on”

9. “I want to see you come undone”

10. “We’re not sleeping tonight”

11. “We’re not just friends and you know it”

12. “Come back to bed”

13. “You look good with my hands around your throat”

14. “Take off your clothes”

15. “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing”

16. “You look so good like this”

17. “Good girl”

18. “Use your words”

19. “Be quiet”

20. "We really shouldn't be doing this right now." "Well, do you want to stop?" "No."

#the last kingdom #tlk imagines #tlk imagine #tlk #the last kingdom imagines #aethelstan #uthred #sihtric #sigtryggr #Edward #finan

[galacticnova3]

Schlurp schlurp schlorp *sound of me sucking Iru dry*

Ok listen I know it’s supposed to be haha funny but like. Ridiculous or nonsensical stuff is fine, and the occasional raunchy or suggestive thing is one thing… but this is just actual NSFW. One of the tamer ones, sure, but consider the fact that like. You just anonymously sent someone an ask about sucking off their semi-joke oc when it has repeatedly been established that’s not even possible nor something they want to think about. I know I haven’t really communicated a hard “do not send me x” guideline since I usually just delete uncomfortable asks instead of posting them and have faith people can be reasonable, but evidently a. that isn’t enough to get across the fact that I’m not interacting with that sort of content regardless of how much is sent, and b. people being reasonable is an unfair expectation. So, to make myself clear:

Genuinely, I would appreciate a reprieve from asks like this.

Further elaboration under the cut.

Just stick to ruining tortillas, or anons’ shared misogynist tortilla oc, or giving Iru pants, or bullying him, or just whatever random stuff you want that wouldn’t literally count as porn/fetish material when viewed through a lens of being taken seriously.

Or, y’know, send actual asks about him that I can do stuff with besides suffer or joke about! There is more to Iru than “that ugly disgusting incel dude Av made who also accidentally passes the sexyman test”, believe it or not! Iru is a character who is developed enough that I can and have written him in both rp situations and at least two drabbles/oneshots. I like getting the opportunity to talk about him as a character and not just a throwaway joke; he started as one but now there’s some actual substance to him. I enjoy getting stuff that prompts me to think of more stuff about him, and really any of my characters or characters I make headcanons for. It gets boring and kinda upsetting to see someone I’ve put thought and effort into get reduced to just a name to pair with inappropriate or downright disgusting things.

Again, mildly inappropriate stuff is fine. As much as I joke about deriving nothing but suffering from it on discord, just basic “haha iru tittie” jokes don’t really bother me. Just… no more stuff that walks the line where it’s not obvious if it’s a joke or not. If you’re not sure if it does just stick a /j or other clarification on there, or ask if the subject is too much beforehand. I’m not gonna get mad at anons who ask to know what does and doesn’t cross boundaries, but it is upsetting when there’s no effort to check if something is ok or not at all before sending it. Be reasonable, y’know? If you wouldn’t send it unprompted to a family member who knows where you live, or you’re not sure if you would or wouldn’t, just check first. Doesn’t have to be difficult, just a “does x bother you in a clearly joking context?” or even just “are you ok with x?” should be enough in most cases.

I guess as a baseline for the future: legit fetish stuff (vore, mpreg, inflation, etc) always crosses into uncomfortable territory, as does graphic descriptions of sexual or implied sexual activities taking place*. (No, unfortunately, none of those things are generic examples, I received Iru asks involving all of them.) This stuff is not something I’m ok with, even if it’s clearly a joke; regardless of intentions, if it’s on anon it is not consensual. Not that I do consent to it being sent off anon— I don’t want to see it at all. Please just keep it to yourself if you must think about it, I can’t judge you for what I don’t know nor can I be bothered by it.

*That aren’t inherently nonsensical. As an example: fucking pita bread or having kids with a tortilla; both are horrible and cursed concepts, but also so ridiculous that the sexual component only exists because of the specific wording. This is up to my discretion, but basically applies to anything that isn’t either alive, sentient/self-aware, or a sex toy/sex toy shaped. That being said, ideally I would prefer to just not get sexual asks about Iru.

#ask to tag #asks #rambling #not sfw #suggestive #lemme know if I need more specific tags

[princeofyorkshire]

keep thinking about my conversation with my psychiatrist today and i just..... what

#like he makes me feel so... invalidated..... like he doesn’t take me seriously at all #he literally said you’re not sad. if you were sad you’d be crying loudly walking down the street #and i just. what the fuck. like what. who the fuck says that #and it’s fucking confusing cause he said being like This is part of my personality and what i was feeling wasn’t sadness. ok so what is it #you gotta figure it out! what. #and i’ve told him you know sometimes i just don’t wanna get better like i self sabotage all the time and then i kinda regret it and it’s #this whole thing of I Wanna Get Better. No I Don’t. Yes I Do. his response was like well. only you can do something about that it’s up to u #and i get it.... in a way...... but i genuinely do Not have the energy to try and get better sometimes like it’s impossible for me and i #feel like life is fucking pointless when i’m like that so uh i’m literally telling you i’m suicidal and i’m supposed to just deal with it??? #he’s like meditation and lots of therapy will help ! and i’m like. well but i genuinely feel like there’s something else going on besides #ocd and anxiety like i don’t think it’s normal to feel this way. and he’s like well what is normal 💕 #and he kept saying there was nothing else going on it’s just me being. sad. like that’s just who i am #and that hurts me so fucking much lmfao like my whole existence is being reduced to being.... sad #(but also apparently i’m not actually sad cause i’m not crying 24/7) #i don’t know man i genuinely have. no fucking idea what this man is on about #like if your patient is telling you they think there’s something else going on. because you know. they know themselves more than you do. #aren’t you supposed to like. listen to them. he’s literally like no you’re fine when i know i’m not lol #he doesn’t even wanna try to help me lmfao he just wants to give me my prescriptions and bye #also can’t get over him joking about me wanting to kill myself lol like. what the fuck ! what the fuck #this whole situation is fucking WEIRD how am i supposed to get professional help when these people aren’t even professionals apparently #fuck you dude like for real lmfao. he’s always been an ass but this time...... it just went too far lmfao #suicide tw #effie talks