#bc like i always help them and cover their shifts for them when needed

[helluvapoison]

Hi! I feel a little awkward bc I’ve never asked anonymously but I really wanted to ask this but wasn’t comfortable enough to ask regularly, but I really enjoy your hazbin works and the hyperfixation has been gripping me HARD and I wanted to see what you’d think of a Lucifer x Reader where they have a sort of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts vibes, where Reader is his personal assistant and what your thought on that are?

~✨

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

i put my thoughts at the bottom :3c

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• As his colleague, Lucifer is rather frustrating. He hired you as his personal assistant but won’t let you assist

• In the beginning, the most he’ll ask of you is if you know where something is. The answer is usually in his hand or line of sight. Without making him feel dumb, you simply retrieve it for him

• It doesn’t go unnoticed by Lucifer either. He praises you often and in the form of a soft, “What would I do without you?”

• “I’m sure I don’t want to find out, Mr Morningstar.”

• Maybe it takes a minute for the initial “I’m working for the King of Hell” shock to wear off and when it does you realize it was clouding your judgment. Lucifer truly does require your help but he’s incapable of asking for what he needs; it’s up to you to step in and make necessary decisions on his behalf

• That’s what he’s paying you for, right?

• You tell him exactly what’s going to happen before you do it so he’s not caught off guard. He still is. Baffled, really, that you got so ballsy overnight

• Let the banter and boundary pushing begin. Nothing major! You just keep to your word, continuing your courageous streak

• Plucking all the sticky notes off the wall and collecting the ones that were so old they dropped to the floor, you spend an entire day sorting through them. You give his schedule a must needed update and sync it to both your phones so either of you could make changes and be alerted to it

“Why do I need your play-by-play?” He asks teasingly

“So you don’t call me at 4am because you forget I’m not here. Y’know, like last time.”

• Oh yeah, personal space and boundaries cease to exist between you. He’ll sit right next to you, or pull your chair closer to his. When he’s bored, he’ll sit right on your desk

• When he brings you to meetings, which is always because you’re supposed to be focusing on his behalf, he leans in and makes jokes that have you pressing your lips together to be quiet

• “I need to take notes,”

• “And you’re doing great, now jot down how Asmodeus’ shirt is on backwards,” He snickers

• Texting outside your shifts is a regular occurrence. Messages sent back and forth until it’s beyond sleeping hours and you tell him to go to bed

• “See you in 3 hours.” He texts back like he’s counting down (he is)

• Miraculously, you covered all corners of his (rather empty) mansion. Nothing was off limits to you except Charlie’s old room. You made sure dishes left his room or office and made it to the kitchen, checks for the house staff went out on time, supplies were stocked, etc.

• You take paperwork off his desk, screen and divert miscellaneous calls to your phone instead of his, overall taking unnecessary weight from his shoulders. You go as far as to pencil in mealtimes. It’s appreciated even though he’d still forget if you weren’t around

• “I’m beginning to suspect you’re underpaid,” Lucifer partially jokes

• You’re really, really not

• Sure, he spouts his stream of consciousness and it’s up for you to decipher what’s important and what’s just him sharing random details. Yes, he has you sit on his chair while he gestures wildly and explains the mechanics of something you don’t understand just because he’s excited about it. And yes, maybe, you spend too much time in his house than your own

• But you’re disgustingly overcompensated. You thought he made a mistake when you saw your paycheck. If not by actual money, Lucifer spoils you rotten in ways he definitely shouldn’t and doesn’t for his other employees

• “You deserve it for putting up with me,” His voice is laced with more adoration than acceptable, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

• You haven’t been doing it for the money in a long time

• The two of you have been teetering over the line of professional and inappropriate, praying, begging really, to fall on the side of the latter

• You almost kill him when you say you want to quit. Lucifer’s ready to offer you Hell on a golden platter if you’ll stay

• “It’s not about the money. I-I can’t do this anymore, I feel like a gold digger and I hate it! I don’t want to be your assistant, I want more and I–”

• Lucifer heard more and is struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss you

• “How much more?” He asks instead, voice cracking in anticipation, “If it’s in my power, it’s yours for the taking.”

• “Mr Morning—“

• “You want more? I can give you more. I can give you everything, anything, just tell me what you want. I know I’m a mess but I can be better! I can— I can,” Lucifer scrambles to find something, his wild eyes searching the air between you for anything you haven’t already done for him. He sighs, “I can be better, I promise…”

• “Because I want more too. I want to take you on cheesy dates, I want to have you beside me everywhere I go, I want all of Hell to know you’re mine. I want you to come here and stay here because you want to!” He wheezes and tugs at his collar, “And now I feel like want isn’t a word anymore because I’ve been saying it too much— do you ever do that? You say it over and over again and it starts to.. to…”

• He stares at your hand, placed softly over his to stop him from clutching at his clothes. Oh fuck, he can’t breathe

• “You’re really working for that pride title, aren’t you?” You tease softly, smoothing out the wrinkles in his vest before stealing his other hand, “Tell me more about what you want, Mr—“

• “Lucifer,” He all but begs

• “Lucifer,” You hum and he shivers, “What else?”

• “Don’t leave me,” He breathes, “I’ll be better.”

• “You’re already enough.”

• Painfully aware of how close the two of you have become, Lucifer struggles to keep your eyes locked with his. Your lips look so enticing, they always have

• His voice is quiet, almost broken, when he says, “I—I need you to say it.”

• “I won’t leave you. I’m still quitting though,” You smile, hovering over his lips, “So you’ll have to find a different way to compensate me.”

• “Pfft. Easy peasy,”

• He says nonchalantly as if he hasn’t tripped over nothing imagining your lips on his before. It’s nothing compared to the real thing

• Once again, you’re overcompensated

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ hello hi ✨! you’re getting a kith, c’mere. I absolutely see the vibes you’re going for and I am here for it!

i think tony and pepper are hilarious and adorable but i recognise it isn’t the healthiest of relationships out there. i know that’s not what you were implying at all though! the flirting, the bizarre requests, the shameless spending, the nonstop talking, the nonexistent boundaries, the devotion– yes, i see it i see it i see it!

i don’t think lucifer would raise his voice (not to you, anyways) you could get away with actual murder and that’s before he realizes his feelings for you. he can get rid of a body easily

lucifer may (like tony) forget the day of important dates but when he realizes, he makes up for it completely! he feels awful about it

if you look at something for 3 seconds too long, he’s buying it. if you show him something, he’s buying it. if he thinks you want it, he’s buying it

(like pepper) you definitely do put up with a lot of similar antics behind them though are good intentions and lucifer’s better at accepting fault. so if they genuinely upset you, he’ll find a way to mend it... usually it goes over the top

there’s really nothing lucifer wouldn’t do for you, it just takes some reminding that you’d do the same for him

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar headcanon #lucifer morningstar imagine #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask stuff #ask me anything

[nanaminsmoon]

hey hru :) can i request connie x reader being both hyper sexual but reader chose celibacy so the sexual tension is always high and the make out a lot and connie can’t take it anymore

now how did you know that i was thinking about this like an hour before you suggested it?🤨 anyways i'm good and i hope you like it fren🤭

cw: horny!connie x celibateblackfem!reader, pnv, phone sex, masturbation (f+m), connie calls reader; 'ma', 'hermosa', 'my good girl', ('gorgeous), 'cuero' ('whore'), 'mételo, ma' ('put it in, ma'), 'despacio' ('slowly'),

wc: 3162 + lazily proofread bc i'm tired lol

your celibacy had started long before you met him. after wasting your time with too many useless men, you decided to focus on yourself which led you to the decision to try and avoid sex until you were dating someone for, at least, two years. as good of an idea as it seemed at first, you couldn’t help but grow to hate the hastening of your heart each time you had to tell a guy you were feeling about your somewhat ‘extreme’ decision. luckily you only had to do it once, before you met the man who could only be described as your worst match; connie springer.

connie had a reputation that proceeded him, and a long line of women who would do anything for him because the dick was just that good. the first time you had met connie, one of his friends had brought up his nickname, ’cuero’. and once you found out what it meant, you hid your shaky voice with a small laugh. but, contrary to what you had thought of him, connie didn’t really care about you being celibate because he just wanted to be with you. though it took a while to get used to, he made sure he respected your decision and adhered to all your boundaries surrounding physical affection.

but sweet gestures would be layered to hide the bitter truth. that being, connie had never been through anything as difficult as this in his life. his friends called him dramatic, but he told them that they would never understand how infuriating it was to be laid next to the prettiest girl he had ever seen, his borrowed shirt moving up her body, and her thong doing nothing to cover her skin. all of that meaning that the warmth of her ass would just be pressed up against him, as he squirmed and cursed under his breath. for the first time in years, connie’s cheeks and ears rouged at the heat radiating off a woman’s skin, growing at the place you two connected to engulf him whole. he felt like a teenager again in the worst way possible; once natural mannerisms became awkward, words stumbling over each other in a way that made him cringe. there were too many times he felt like you could read his lewd thoughts as he watched you perform mundane tasks like getting dressed. but you had never noticed the way he observed you, wondering what you’d look like clothed in lip marks, accessorised with hand shaped stamps on your ass cheeks.

unbeknownst to your boyfriend, he wasn’t the only one having a hard time. celibacy had been a fairly simple journey until the day you stumbled across a fine dominican speed bump. now you worried about catching him as he came out of the shower, towel loosely hanging from his hip bones as steaming droplets of water slid down the valleys on his toned abdomen. or the dreaded times where he’d wear those stupid fucking compression shirts, with those stupid grey sweats and nothing underneath. when ovulation week rolled around, everything your boyfriend did felt like a taunt to you; sleeping in just his boxers, smacking your ass, kissing you, even the way his tongue and fingers moved as he rolled his blunts had you crossing your legs and shifting in your seat.

it had gotten to the point where making out wasn’t cutting it anymore. and that’s how you and connie’s sex life began to escalate. one night, your hormones got the better of you so you called your man in need of relief. excitement was audible in his voice when he picked up the phone, but it would soon be substituted with a panic that would seep out of his pores, when all he could hear was you breathing heavily. but, something in his brain told him not to say anything so he remained quiet as he listened intently. that’s when he’d realise that those heavy breaths were laboured, and probably caused by whatever was buzzing in the background.

”i need you to put a baby in me, pa”, you had suddenly broken the silence, and a deep breath left connie’s mouth. he’d have to shift in his seat to calm himself down, but it’d do absolutely nothing.

”you can’t say shit like that, hermosa.”, he replied through clenched teeth. luckily he had just sold to his last client of the day, so he’d stay on the phone as he drove into an empty car park. within seconds, his dick would be in his hand and his own breaths would harmonise with yours over the phone as he fucked into his hand, and talked you through your nut.

prior to that day, the furthest you had gone was kissing. whether it be in his car, in bed, on the couch when you’re meant to be watching a movie, or even when connie would join you in the shower to kiss on the wet skin on your neck, you had never crossed that line. it was definitely difficult when he’d be stood right behind you, his bare dick touching your cheeks and all, but you’d always keep it together. that was until the day you were sat on his couch, getting ready to watch a tv show together. everything was fine, until connie went to wrap a blanket around you. it was something he had done many times before, but this time was different; due to your proximity, his breath was going straight into your ear, and it’d grow uneasy as you maintained eye contact. the sound of his breath picking up was reminiscent of the times you’d fucked over the phone, and the salacious memories were making your eyes gloss over. connie could read you like a book; he wouldn’t even reach the second page before his hand would be on your thigh. it’d linger on the warm skin before it’d move up your shorts, while he connected his lips with the skin on your neck.

when he finally did pull back, connie would place his lips on yours in a kiss that was sweet…until it wasn’t. its romantic feel would fade out as soon as he heard you moan when he put his tongue in your mouth. and, once he felt your hand so high up on his thigh that it was practically touching his dick, he would throw away all regard for where his hands were—they’d start grabbing anything they could. discernment told connie to pull away, because your lips were shooing the blood in his head to the place between his legs. yet, it’d all go ignored. instead he’d pull you onto his lap and smile against your mouth when you just let him. the wetness between your legs would rub against the hard length about to break through his boxers as your hips moved on top of it. all that could be heard in that room was heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the sound of connie’s hands occasionally landing on your skin to smack your cheeks when he got bored of massaging them.

the feeling of your hands on his nape, and running through his short buzzcut, travelled throughout connie’s body to will his hands to pull you down onto his bulge as he began chasing any form of relief from you. still lost in how bad you wanted him, your hips would subconsciously help connie by moving faster. and it wouldn’t be until he pulled away from your lips to lean his head back on the couch that you’d be alerted of your actions. they’d immediately cease, and connie wouldn’t get what was happening so he’d be kissing on your neck,

”it feels so good, ma, just keep movin’ on me”. that request would be met with you moving yourself from him completely. judging by the pensive look on your face, connie knew exactly what had happened and remorse began to wash over the arousal he had once felt. soon his hands would wipe his face, before he placed one on your knee.

”i’m sorry, y/n.”, he quietly apologised, ”i…i don’t know what the fuck happened. i guess i just lost myself”, he picked your hand up, and kissed your knuckles repeatedly. of course it wasn’t just him, you should’ve known better too, so you shook your head and pulled him in for a hug.

”it’s fine. i fucked up too”, you chortled before pulling him back and awkwardly going back to watching whatever show you had picked.

and that should’ve been the end of it. but the feeling he had formed in your clit had yet to subside. so when you moved to his bed, later that evening, you decided it was about time you gave him what you both wanted. connie leant against the head board, with you cuddled up by his side and, with your each and every movement, it was clear to see that he was still sensitive after what happened earlier. using that to your advantage, you’d lay your hand on his thigh and, as soon as that contact was made, connie’s eyes would dart to you. just as he was about to open his mouth and question your actions, you got up and climbed onto him. curiosity told him to move his parted lips, but intrigue kept them still as he watched you move closer to his neck. small pecks on his skin would increase in length, as well as intensity, and a few marks would decorate his neck, before you moved on to kiss and suck at his earlobe. that, mixed with the way your hips started moving again, brought back the memories of what had unfolded on his couch a few hours ago.

”y/n”, connie voiced, head still tilted to give you better access to his neck and ear, ”what about…?”, the end of that sentence was unfinished for two reasons; connie didn’t like bringing it up, and he was just too horny to think of the word.

”fuck it.”, you answered curtly, “i just need you so bad, pa”, connie scoffed at you, yet he still wouldn’t move from his position, he’d just place his hands on your hips.

”you sure?”, his eyes opened to look at you, and they’d see you nod softly before you stopped what you were doing.

”i mean, if you don’t want to then we can just—”, you began to taunt your boyfriend, but he’d cut you off.

”fuck that”, is all he said, before he’d flip your positions so you were laying beneath him, and he was stripping your body of anything covering it.

connie had seen you naked many times during the 7 months you had been together, but you would’ve never guessed with the way his eyes were darting all over the place, not sure what to do with themselves. because they were seeing you in a way they had only ever dreamed of—dreams that would end in embarrassment as connie trudged to change out of the moist fabric covering his lower half. but now that you were in front of him, wanting what he did, he would have to take a second to think. then, once he knew what he wanted, connie would move from the bed to rummage through one of your bags. confusion would scrunch your eyebrows for a second until connie returned to your line of vision with your vibrator in his hand. cockiness would stretch his lips into a smirk at the discovery that you were unaware of him seeing it when you were looking for your socks earlier. thinking of all the possible things he wanted to do with it pulled you out of the present moment until the droning sound of the toy brought you back. in the time you had been daydreaming, connie had walked to the side of the bed and when he handed it to you, you’d look up at him to say ”really?”. he’d chuckle as he nodded,

”i need to see what i’ve been hearing for so long”, he explained, and your eyes rolled before they eyed the device as if you’d never seen it before. though you wanted connie, you couldn’t refute the fact that the prolonged buzzing noise exacerbated the wetness between your legs. so you’d spread them, and the way you acted without instruction widened connie’s eyes. they’d stay that way as you used the wand to tease your clit, moaning his name as if he were the cause for the way your thighs were already starting to tremble. and connie’d just watch you; eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned on the pillows and keened his name. he wouldn’t even realise that he was holding his breath until he let out a heavy sigh.

”mételo, ma“, he ordered gently, as he moved a chair and put it in front of the bed. his dick would be in his hand as he watched you do as he said. the calls that he had began to yearn for at the end of every day seemed meaningless in comparison to the display before his eyes; his beautiful girlfriend sprawled out in front of him, legs shaking at a toy she wished was him instead, and a growing patch of wetness on the bed covers underneath her.

”despacio”, connie’s strained voice managed to reach your ears, and you nodded, sliding the toy in you slower to give connie a better view of the slight stretch.

so lost in it all, your eyes hadn’t opened since the toy had touched you—your head had been on the pillows below you, as your back arched off the now wet bed. you’d only pry your drowsy lids open when you felt connie’s hands on yours, pulling the toy out of you, licking a strip of the wetness on it, before throwing it on the bed. he wouldn’t even bother to kiss you as he knelt on the bed, his thumb moving over his raging tip as he positioned himself between your legs. pink, and needing to touch the spot inside you that he knew would drive you crazy, connie’s tip would be rubbed in between your folds to collect as much of your arousal as it could. and, for the first time in too long, connie’s ego would awaken at the sound of the gorgeous woman whining underneath him, toes wiggling aggressively as he teased you. after a while, it started to look like connie was teasing himself; though he had literally dreamt of this moment, he wasn’t rushed. instead, he wanted to take his time and make you feel so good that you would beg him to fuck you every single second of every single day to make up for lost time.

when his tip finally did enter you, it’d still there for a second. it was during that second that you started wondering if you could actually take connie. you knew that he was big, but the thought of actually having to deal with that stretch had always been pushed to the back of your mind. luckily for you, he’d push the rest of his dick into you very slowly. and, about quarter of the way inside you, his forehead would be on yours—already sweaty, and starting to wrinkle in the middle. romance would reintegrate itself during that one second, because connie would connect your lips again, allowing his tongue to dance with yours in a messy kiss that would spur his hips to move again. and, as soon as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass registered in your mind, you’d intertwine your hands at his nape, keeping your lips attached to hide the sound of your moans. connie’d quickly catch onto what you were doing, and pull back from you to shake his head,

”nah, ma, i’ve been waitin’ on this f’r too damn long. let me hear ya.”

connie wouldn’t need to ask you twice because, after that, you gave him exactly what he wanted. and, other than fawning over the way you were cussing using the spanish you had learnt from him, connie was losing his damn mind. this was your first time fucking, and he honestly felt like it was his first time ever having sex because of how hypersensitive his dick was. he could feel every single micro spasm of your walls, and when they intensified to the point where it was difficult to ignore the twitching of his balls as you continuously clenched around him, he knew you were close.

”fuck, ma, how you been keeping this from me?”, he asked at you and you’d mumble out a nonsensical response. all you could focus on was the fact that your release was at the tip of your curling fingers, so everything else was just fading into the background,

”’mm so closee, p-pa, p-pleasee”, you pleaded, and connie pressed your legs against your chest as he fucked into you with more haste.

”need you to promise to never keep my pussy from me ever again”, he demanded through gritted teeth, and you nodded desperately at him, ”’f you wanna cum then you gon’ have to speak t’me, ma”, he kissed his teeth, and you would try your best to gather yourself to start speaking.

”i p-promise i prom-mise pppromise”, you stuttered out, and connie’s smile warmed you from above.

”that’s my good girl”, between the praise, and connie’s dick abusing your cervix, it wouldn’t be long before pleasured tears left your closing eyes as you came around him. and, being a retired man-whore, connie thought he could take it, but he really couldn’t; as soon as you started tightening around him, his eyes would shut firmly as he struggled to move in and out of you.

”shit.”, he whispered, head bowed.

his intentions to make you yearn for his dick wouldn’t be neglected. they’d quickly come into fruition because, even as he filled you with load after load and fucked you in every position his filthy mind could think of, you would still beg for more of him. in the time space of a few hours, you two had gone from trying not to give into each other, to refusing to not be connected in a way that made you both sweat. most of connie felt satisfied with himself, yet a small part feared the monster he had created.

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[k2ntoss]

hi hi it's me again, back from the void

so like i've been so absolutely sick these past few days, it's horrid, but I've not been able to stop thinking about Jason bc y'know, total brain rot over here

anyway, i just need a jason in my life to give me cuddles and read to me while I'm sick and make me soup and gimme kisses and ugh i wish he was real so baddd 😭

- the very sickly lil 🦊

POOKIE????? first of all, how are you feeling now? i do understand your brain rot, i've been thinking a lot about jason while at work and i get too lost on it sometimes heh now let me get you something that can make you feel better 🫡 listen to this when you read, check on the trad bc the song is so sweet ): HOPE THIS HELPS TO CHEER YOU UP, 🦊

jason takes his vigilante shifts as serious as it's possible, after all that's his life and there's nothing more important than that or it was like that before you. there's no way he finds something else to get his mind busy when you're all he can think of and believe me when i say, he makes everything he can for you to always get the princess treatment you deserve and he couldn't help it, from the first time he laid his eyes on you he was totally in love and even when things weren't easy at first you both worked them through and that had gotten you here.

now jason can't see himself just going out on patrol when you're sick, that's the case now, it's a cold but a strong one and he's worried "grayson, i'm not joking- yeah, just one night i swear i'll owe you a big one" you can hear his voice as he speaks with dick, you had tried to convince him that you could rest on your bed and you would be fine but he wouldn't leave you when you weren't feeling good. his heavy steps let you know he's walking back into the room and jason smiles softly when you look at him from under the blankets "how are you feeling now, baby?" he asks as he sits next to you, his hand reaching to touch your forehead so he can check your temperature.

"i guess that there's no point on telling you i'm feeling good, right?" you asks with a soft chuckle, his touch is so gentle that it makes you feel fuzzy inside as he shakes his head before lying next to you "i'm not going on patrol, dick is going to cover me with bruce" jason tells you when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer so you nuzzle your head against his side "so i'll stay here to make sure you really take care of yourself"

he makes sure you're comfortable next to him and when you look up at him jason smiles brightly, is something so usual of him to you, even when there are bad and rough days or fights between you two there's also good moments like this and you both have made sure they are what matters the most because there's been enough shit that happened to you and him to cling into more of it. jason picks up the book he's currently reading, once again pride and prejudice because he knows you like it when he reads to you, jason would lean in to whisper some lines into your ear before he kisses your temple while his other hand plays with your hair.

"are we feeling better, princess?" he asks in a whisper, a chaste kiss to your cheek and one more in your lips because jason really doesn't mind if he gets sick too because that means you'll take care of him too "i feel better now... but i'm a little hungry" you say, voice gruffy and eyes a little sleepy thanks to your boyfriend's soothing presence and cuddles, he nods and sits straight on the bed with a thoughtful expression before letting out a hum "want some soup?" and as soon as you nod jason is walking to the kitchen because it's what has to be done if it gets his love to feel better and happy.

#⭒ 📬 ⭒ #🦊 anon #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd #dc comics #dc comics imagine #dc comics reader insert #reader insert

[ghostlygeto]

never going to be | geto suguru

pairing: geto suguru x fem!reader

warnings: hurt/no comfort, spoilers?? bc half based on the street scene from s2 ep5 but no gojo, talks of death + killing, i’ve never written jjk before sorry if it’s obvious. potential for part two, who knows wif me :3, proof read but it was 7am so i probably missed stuff!

wc: 1.4k

there were several people geto would have anticipated shoko calling after seeing him on the street. he assumed it to be gojo, knowing his best friend would show up and likely give him an ear full. he was ready for it, he had been preparing himself to see satoru since the second he made this choice.

he listened to shoko’s one sided conversation for a little while before she hung up and gave him a smile. “care to wait here with me? someone’s on their way, they want to see you.”

silence fell between the two, geto staring down at his shorter friend and she stared into the crowd, leaning against a pole behind her. he decided to stay, at least for a few minutes. to talk with her.

“you can ask about it,” geto closes his eyes and sighs, “i know you want to.”

“you wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t true, we all know,” shoko responded, taking a drag of her cigarette, “he was devastated when he found out.”

geto shifted uncomfortably, “i knew he would be.” he waited a second, wondering if he should even ask his next question. “what about-”

“ask her yourself,” shoko threw the unfinished cigarette onto the concrete and stepped on it. “if you get the chance.”

confused could barely sum up how geto felt as his friend started walking away from him. still, he stayed silent, not calling out to her in fear that she’d say something he didn’t want to hear. geto understood the consequences of his actions, the moment he made up his mind he knew that he’d have to abandon everything. jujutsu tech, his friends, you.

it felt almost like a dream when you called out for him. for some reason you were the last person he had expected shoko to call when she found him. but there you were, standing a few feet away from him in your school uniform with tears in your eyes and breathing heavily. you had to have ran all the way here from the school.

“what’re you doing here?” geto tried to keep a straight face, pretend that his heart didn’t ache seeing you. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were the hardest part about the decision he made.

leaving you, his girlfriend that had been by his side for as long as he could remember, behind had to be the worst. the two of you had been together since close to the beginning of your first year, you had spent close to every day together since then.

you were his everything. and he was yours, you would do anything for him. you always had and swore you always would. you always tried to fix things for him, covering for him and lying when you didn’t need to to help keep him out of trouble where you could.

which was exactly why you were the last person shoko should’ve called.

“come back, suguru,” you tried to keep your voice stable, unwilling to let him see you cry. you were always so brave, yet another thing he admired about you. “i’ll talk to them, i’ll convince them it’s all just a misunderstan-”

“there is no misunderstanding, y/n,” you hated the way his voice sounded. cold, distant, unbothered. he was trying to shut you out, “the things they’ve said about me are true. i did those things, don’t you understand?”

geto wouldn’t even look at you, and you weren’t sure if it had been for your sake or his. if he looked at you now, he’d see your big eyes staring up at him, tears filled to the brim. and he’d break. he would have to hold you, apologize and beg for your forgiveness. but he didn’t deserve your forgiveness, deep down he hoped you knew that too.

“there has to be something else to it, something you’re not telling us,” you grab into the sleeve of his shirt, forcing him to keep still. he keeps trying to walk away from you. “just tell me the truth suguru, please.”

“what you heard is the truth, y/n. i killed the non-sorcerers. i want to create a world without cursed. the only way to do that is to kill everyone who can’t control it,” he wanted to tear his arm away from your grasp but he couldn’t. your fingers burned the skin on his hand that they had grazed against, so softly it almost hurt. “this is the path i’ve chosen.”

you weren’t sure what to to, or what to say. you didn’t want to accept the fact that he did this. your suguru could never, he was sweet and kind and gentle. but the man before you, that spoke to you in a harsh tone and wouldn’t even look you in the eyes, he somehow seemed to only be a shell. he was not geto suguru.

“take me with you, then. let me do this along side you.”

your words shook him to his core, causing him to finally look you in the eyes. “you’re insane. i could never let you throw everything away like that.” the look he was giving you felt like a combination of anger and disgust, one that almost made you cower in fear. “you’ve got too much going for you there. you’re not doing this with me.”

“and you don’t?” you raised your voice, feeling the lump in your throat grow larger, “you don’t have too much going for you there? you’re going to throw away everything. your friendships with shoko and gojo, your future. our future?”

“this is my future! can’t you see that!” geto surprised himself with how loud his voice came out, not intending to yell at you the way he was. but he couldn’t believe you would say something like that. “i’m creating a better future. for us, y/n. a world without non-sorcerers is a world without curses. a safer world for all of us.”

his words made you feel sick. you were born, chosen, to be a sorcerer to help the people who couldn’t control their cursed energy. how could he turn his back to them like that? how could he turn his back to you?

“if you won’t take me with you, i want you to kill me.” your voice shook, filled with uncertainty and heartbreak.

“what?”

“i don’t want to do this without you, suguru. i can’t. gojo and shoko will understand, i know they will. and you can’t get in trouble if i asked you to do it,” fat tears rolls down your cheeks as you moved your hands to try and wipe them away. though your efforts were worth nothing, because they were quickly replaced with more. “you are my everything.”

geto hesitated for a second. bringing you alongside him was off the table, in no world could he do that to you. the road ahead of him would be harsh and cruel, not something meant for someone as kind and gentle as you. you didn’t need nor deserve that. but to kill you? the only person he’s sure he will ever love?

but how could he deny you this one last thing?

“okay.” your heart freezes at his answer, though you’re almost relieved. “close your eyes. count to ten, don’t open them.”

you did as told, squeezing your eyes closed as you counted to ten in your head. with each number, you gripped the button from his school uniform tighter. gojo had given it to you, saying they found it at the remnants of his crime. muttering something about how “you should have it” before shoving it against your chest and leaving to his room.

when you reached the number ten and nothing happened, you opened one of your eyes. you half expected to see any number of his deadly curses right in front of you, begging to see the look of fear on your face before killing you. or to see him still standing there, to tell you that he’d changed his mind and he’d rather take you with him.

but instead you were met with emptiness. geto suguru nowhere in sight, leaving you alone in the middle of a now quiet street. not absorbed by darkness as you had wanted, but devastated by the idea that maybe geto was always destined to leave. he had now left everyone that cared for him, maybe leaving had been the only card he would ever be dealt. you may have loved him, but it wasn’t enough.

it was never going to be.

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【 i'm here to take care of you, pt. 2 - ellie williams | NSFW 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

MDNI NSFW CONTENT BELOW

wc: 3.2k

link to part one here

tags: @brownskinnedbeautie

content: established relationship, top!reader, bottom!ellie, experienced!ellie, semi-experienced!reader, clittoral stimulation(els!receiving), cunnilingus(els!receiving), fingering(els!receiving), els teaching/ordering reader around for a lil, use of pet names(babe, love, baby, etc.), mentions of masturbation, cuteness and some fluff mixed in, aftercare for els

a/n: part two! ik this took a while lol but that's bc i really wanted to write this in a way that felt right and i think this is it! i hope you guys enjoy it!

Here’s something you were learning ever since you settled in Jackson: how to be comfortable. It was a new sensation, like many things, but you were starting to welcome it into the familiar. You felt comfortable waking up in your own bed, comfortable knowing you’d have another meal to eat, and you felt comfortable with Ellie. Ever since you started dating her, your life has been so different—in a good way, of course. It’s like you were finally allowing yourself to settle into Jackson, to become a part of it, and with each passing day Ellie showed you more and more why that was okay. She was teaching you that you were safe, and that it was okay for you to feel that way; you didn’t always have to fight or live in fear. You could just be.

You could intellectualize these feelings all you wanted, but right now was a little hard when you were so comfortable with your head nestled into Ellie’s chest. Tonight was Saturday, which was your weekly movie marathon and cuddling date with Ellie. Implemented and created by her, of course. All the lights were off in Ellie’s place, the flashing colors and images from the TV were the only thing occasionally illuminating her dark room. Ellie was completely invested in the movie while her hands lazily rubbed circles into your skin. You could feel her steady breaths lifting her chest up and down, the soft fabric of her hoodie pressing into your cheek. The movie was almost over, but you had stopped paying attention a long time ago. As much as you were embarrassed to say it, you were feeling needy. You wanted to touch Ellie, to feel her against you, to kiss her. You needed her touch and affection so badly, and you internally cursed this movie for taking Ellie’s attention away from you. Despite that, you knew how excited Ellie was to watch this movie and how invested in it she was, so up to this point you had stayed silent about your desires.

After at least twenty more minutes of agonizing waiting, you watched with relief as the end credits finally rolled across the screen. At least now you could have Ellie’s complete and total attention. You picked your head up from Ellie’s chest and gazed at her, taking in the way her skin and her freckles glowed from the blue light emanating from the TV. You couldn’t help yourself from moving a few strands of hair away from her face, your fingers tracing over the apple of her cheeks. She noticed your stare immediately, chuckling a little when she felt you playing with her hair.

“What are you staring at?” she asked.

“You,” you answered. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling cheekily at your response, as silly as it was.

“Yeah? Getting a good look in?” she teased, her hands tracing over your sides.

“Yeah,” you responded. “You’re so pretty.”

“Stop,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. She always got shy whenever you complimented her.

“Why?” you asked her. “You are, though. So, so pretty.” You moved her hands away from her face and kissed them. You weren’t sure why you felt this way today, but you were desperate to touch her. You wanted to spoil her and give her the princess treatment she deserved. Ellie could feel a sudden shift in the atmosphere, and her face started to heat up as you kissed her fingers. It felt like you were taking a hold of the reins now, teasing her like putty in your hands. You moved to get off of Ellie, sitting on the edge of the couch by her legs. She immediately followed suit, eyeing you with curiosity. Her hand came down to rub your thigh comfortingly.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted. Ellie was taken aback by your sudden boldness, but she wasn’t going to complain. You watched as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Always,” she answered. She leaned in slowly to meet your lips, and when they finally touched yours, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your hands came up to cup her face while she tightened the grip she had on your thigh. The kiss had started slow and sensual, but the more she kissed you, the hungrier it got. Her tongue slid past your lips and into your mouth, often gliding against your own. In fact, you were getting hungrier, feeling yourself growing increasingly needy, and you could tell what you really wanted was her. You wanted to touch her, to taste her, to make her feel good. You knew you were a little inexperienced compared to Ellie, but she was so understanding and patient; it would all be okay, wouldn’t it? Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt one of Ellie’s hands wander up to grope your breast, and you let out a small moan in response. You could feel her smiling into the kiss.

“You want me? Is that it, love?” she teased between kisses.

“Yes,” you answered. “Wanna touch you.” Ellie felt the shock and excitement spread throughout her body. Her? You wanted to touch her? She hadn’t expected your answer, but she had told you to tell her whenever you were ready to try new things. If that really was what you wanted, she couldn’t say no, not when the idea was making her so wet.

“Me? Are you sure?” she asked. She pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes, scanning for any and all emotions on your face.

“Yeah,” you said. “I wanna try, but… I know what I’m supposed to do, I’ve just never done it, you know?”

“It’s okay, baby,” she said. “I’ll teach you. You want that?”

“Show me what to do,” you responded. Ellie admired your enthusiasm, leaning in to kiss you again. As she busied her lips with yours, she grabbed your hand and led it towards the button on her jeans.

“Undo it,” she ordered. You pulled your lips away from hers and looked down at her jeans. The silver button stared back at you, beckoning you forward as you undid it. You looked into her eyes as you grabbed onto the zipper and dragged it down. She eyed you the entire time, her gaze darkening and filling with lust when she could hear the zipper sounding through the air. With her pants now undone, you could see the red plaid boxers she was wearing underneath. “That’s good,” she praised. “Now put your hands down my boxers.”

You did as she said, and her hand followed in after yours to place you just where she wanted you. You could feel her pubic hair scratching against your fingers as she led your hands to her clit, followed immediately by the feeling of her wetness. You let out a small sigh at the feeling, because although you had expected it, it felt so good. Feeling how wet she was made you feel like you were high, like you were the one getting pleasured right now.

“Yeah?” she asked. She heard that little gasp leave your lips, and she saw the way your eyes widened once you touched her. She could tell how much you wanted her, and it was making her heart race, practically syncing with the throbbing between her legs. “Feel how wet I am? How much I want you?”

“I like how it feels,” you answered. You honestly felt like you couldn’t breathe, so consumed with the way she felt and how intense her stare was.

“Move your hands like this,” she explained, circling your fingers around her clit. She let out a small hiss at the feeling of your hands on her, and you watched as she grit her teeth. She was feeling so good already, and it was written so plainly across her face. You had no idea touching her would feel like this, that it would make you feel as good as it did. You did as she instructed, circling your fingers repeatedly, enraptured by the little moans leaving her lips. She pulled her hand out of her underwear after your fingers completed a few more rotations. She could already tell she could trust you to keep up with the pace she had set. You leaned forward and gave her a kiss, one that you had expected to be like the many others you had shared, until you heard her whine into your mouth. The sound made you feel like you were on fire. You had never heard her make a sound like that before, never seen her this worked up.

“Feel good?” you asked her, and it came out more teasing than you intended. She nodded desperately as she kissed you. She had always dreamed of you touching her like this, often thought about it while she jerked off, but it felt so much better than she ever imagined. It was your hands on her, it was you making her feel this good, and that made the pleasure so much more amazing. You pulled away from the kiss and started kissing her neck, and that made the whines leaving her lips even more desperate. You started sucking on the side of her neck, and a particularly loud moan left her lips almost immediately. While you had been the one desperate to touch her earlier, she was the one starting to feel desperate now. You left several purple marks on her neck before pulling away to watch her face as you touched her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted as small breaths escaped them.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Oh, just like that. Just like that, babe.” She was starting to come undone, the little moans leaving her lips becoming more and more broken. At some point she had begun to grind her hips against your hand without even realizing, chasing after the ecstasy you made her feel. This was all she had ever wanted: to be touched just like this. She let out another groan. She was so close, and every move of your fingers against her had her reeling with the pleasure coursing through her veins.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna.” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, just so taken by the way her orgasm washed over her, moaning and cursing small fucks under her breath as she started to come down. You watched every second of it and found yourself so entranced by it. Her face had scrunched up when her orgasm first hit her, then relaxed when she came down before catching her breath. You wanted to see her make that face again, to make her come undone like this again and again. This had been the first time you had ever done something like this, but you would do it over and over just for her. Anything to make her feel good. You pulled your hand out of her boxers and licked them clean, making Ellie feel like she could come again from the sight alone. She couldn’t stop herself as she grabbed your face and started kissing you again. It was so hungry and starved, and you needed more of her.

“Baby,” you breathed against her lips. “I’m gonna eat you out. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Okay,” she said, but it sounded more like a whimper than anything. The sudden obedience was unlike the fiery attitude she usually had, but you had her in the palm of your hands. All she wanted right now was to be good for you. You gave her one last kiss before pulling away and getting off the couch. You kneeled down on the floor in front of her and reached for the waistband of her jeans. You started pulling them off her body, and she lifted her hips up to help you. You did the same with her boxers until her cunt was completely bare for you. She scooted closer to the edge of the seat, and you grabbed ahold of her thighs and pulled them apart. You started kissing her thighs like she always did for you, understanding more why she lived to pleasure you over and over again. You felt one of her hands come down to pet your hair as it slid from the top of your head down to your cheek. You looked up at her for a moment as she stared into your eyes, just admiring you. She felt overwhelmed by so many emotions in one moment, and they were all clawing at her to be released.

“I love you.” The words left her lips before she even realized, but they were the only ones that could explain the jumble of feelings inside her. You smiled up at her and turned your head to the side to kiss the hand cupping your cheek.

“I love you, too,” you said. You reached up and placed your hand over hers. “Let me make you feel good, okay?” She didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded her head. Once she saw you were moving your face back towards her thighs, she was quick to pull her hand away from your cheek. She bit her lip in anticipation, completely enamored with you and everything you did. You kissed her thighs again before wrapping your hands around them to pull her closer to you. She obliged you, and she had to stop her hips from jerking up at the feeling of your nose brushing her clit as you placed kisses on her cunt. She was unsure if you were deliberately teasing her or not, but she needed you so bad. After a few more kisses, you finally licked a stripe through her folds, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her. You really took your time to taste her, taking in every aspect of what made her her, and your tongue was just so wet against her. She tasted so good, tangy and sweet, and you could hear those little whines leaving her lips again. You could get used to the sound of them, as with each one you felt yourself growing more and more desperate to please her. Your tongue made its way up to her clit, so puffy and sensitive still, and captured it between your lips to deliver gentle sucks to it. You felt Ellie’s hand fly down to grip onto your hair, her legs shifting in your grasp. You tightened your grip around them again with a harsh squeeze to her thighs as you continued to eat her out.

“Can’t eat you out if you keep moving, baby,” you warned her. Ellie couldn’t speak, only whimpering in response when she felt you suck at her clit again. She was practically in heaven. She had never felt so good, so taken care of. You had her feeling like she was floating.

“Fuck, babe. Feels so good. Shit. You’re doing so good.” She was doing her best to speak, but she was just so at a loss for words. She couldn’t think. Not when you were treating her this good and making her feel this amazing. Her grip tightened in your hair when she suddenly felt one of your fingers slide inside of her. She really hadn’t expected that, and as you started pumping inside her she felt so fucked out. Maybe you had picked up a thing or two from her, and she never saw it coming. She remembered how nervous you were for your first time, but now here you were eating her out on your knees. God, the sight alone was so beautiful, seeing your head in between her thighs. The only thing that would make it better is if you—Oh. You were doing just that now. Ellie watched as you lifted your gaze to look her in the eyes while licking through her folds, and she couldn’t stop her hips from involuntarily moving against your mouth. Fuck. Seeing you look up at her like that made her feel like she was going crazy, the pleasure climbing into her system and filling up her stomach.

“Go ahead,” you said. “Ride my face.” Ellie hadn’t expected those dirty words to leave your mouth—she hadn’t expected any of the things you were doing tonight—but she wouldn’t disobey you. Not when you were fucking her so good.

“Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cursed as you slid in another finger. You were maintaining eye contact with her still, and she’d never get over the sight. She wanted you to be in between her legs every night now, making her feel good just like this. She felt so lost in the hazy place her mind went to as your fingers and tongue moved against her. “Oh, God,” she groaned. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and the way you were licking her clit was driving her crazy. She kept moving her hips against your mouth, the added friction making the pleasure shoot through her body like electricity.

“I’m cumming again, shit,” she swore. It came over her like a wave as you continued to suck her off through her orgasm, a high-pitched whine leaving her lips as she came down. You watched her again as she came, keeping an eye out for when that relaxed look came over her face. Once you caught sight of it, you pulled your fingers out of her and moved your face away from between her legs. You sat next to her on the couch and pulled her into your arms. Her face fell into the crook of your neck as you held her, rubbing her back and playing with her hair. She wrapped her arms around your torso as she attempted to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

“You okay?” you asked her.

“I-I’m just catching my breath.”

“Did I… do okay?” you asked nervously. Ellie pulled her face out from your neck to look at you.

“Did you do okay? Are you kidding me? I feel so fucked out.”

You laughed a little bit at her exclamation. “Thanks, Els,” you said. “You did a good job, too.” Ellie felt herself get shy at your words, and you could tell by the blush that spread across her face.

“Did I really?”

“Of course you did, babe! You were so good for me. I loved hearing you moan.”

“When did you get so bold?” she teased.

“Don’t know. Maybe you just have that effect on me.”

“I consider that being a good influence,” she said. “Fuck, I’m so tired. Let me put my boxers back on and we’ll go to sleep.”

“Whatever you want,” you said. You watched as she got up from the couch in search of her boxers. It didn’t take her long to find them and pull them back on.

“Do you… wanna cuddle?” she asked.

“Are you saying you wanna cuddle?” you retorted. You knew your girlfriend well enough to know that this was how she weaseled around asking for what she really wanted.

“Yes,” she said with a pout. “I want you to cuddle with me.”

“You’re so baby,” you said to her. You got up from the couch and threw your arms around her in a giant hug. “Need to be cuddled, huh?” you teased her. “Need me to hold you and take care of you?”

“Yes, actually,” she replied. “Now, come on. Bed’s awaiting.” She dragged you with her to her mattress. She collapsed onto her bed dramatically, but not before grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of her. “Come on! We’re cuddling!” she declared, and wrapped her arms around you iron-tight.

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[yesimwriting]

Final Girl (Part 3)

- Final Girl Series Masterlist (updated part 1 - 9 and extras) 

A/n yall have been so kind!! all of the messages, likes, comments, and reblogs for this series have made me so happy! this chapter is a little bit of filler bc my original idea for this part was way too long especially with how busy this week is supposed to be, so i sort of split it!! 

also if this has pacing issues, i’m sorry, i had a panic attack yesterday and a really bad migraine today so it’s been kinda rough lately but i wanted to get this out!! Part 4 is going to have a little more going on :)

if this is messy pls don’t give up on me 😭 i promise the next part will have more going on i just didn’t want to leave y’all waiting forever and we needed a bit of a filler

also if anyone wants to leave me an ask about this series pls do:) i’ve had so much fun talking about Final Girl

Series Summary: Y/n can’t believe that she has to leave the only home she’s ever known just because her mom’s latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she’s starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at  Becker’s house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface’s. 

Chapter Summary: Y/n’s first day back after the incident. 

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My reflection has never bothered me more. I know vanity is such a stupid thing to worry about now after what happened to Casey, but I can’t help the way I scrutinize my appearance. 

The attention drawing cotton-y bandaid that was placed on the gash on the side of my temple has been (thankfully) downgraded to a regular bandaid. That’s fine--I can accept that. What I can’t accept are the stupid cuts caused by all of that glass.

After being released from the hospital, it took no time for me to learn that it’s going to be awhile before I can comfortably wear pants again. My arms are a little less cut up, so the white, long sleeved shirt I picked out covers my injuries without irritating them. I tried on a pair of leggings and I barely got them to my thighs without wincing.

So now I’m wearing the most comfortable skirt I own. Normally, I wouldn’t even think twice about it, I wear this skirt so often, but it barely covers any of the cuts on the back of my legs. God...people are going to think I’m doing this for attention, especially since media outlets keep calling my house. 

Ugh--this is as good as it’s going to get for my first day back. I pick my backpack up from my bed. My eyelids feel so heavy I have to fight the urge to collapse back into bed. 

The walk downstairs is painfully slow. Once I’m finally in the hall that leads to the kitchen, I stop. A vague confusion clouds my thoughts. Was I going to the kitchen? What did I want from the kitchen?

“Mornin’, kiddo.” I blink at the sound of Wells’ voice. At least it’s offering me a sense of a direction. 

Stepping fully in the kitchen, I greet back, “Good morning.” 

He eyes me for a long second, piercing blue irises lingering in a way that makes me feel uneasy in my own skin. “Skirt’s a little grown, ain’t it?” When my only reaction is to furrow my eyebrows, he continues, “What happened to those little girl dresses you used to wear? I liked those.” 

I grab the strap of my backpack, shifting slightly. I stopped wearing those dresses after he had been dating my mom for a few months. “Outgrew them, I guess.” 

Wells nods once, the motion gruff as he moves to grab his mug. He lets out a curt, gruff noise. 

“Oh, Wells.” Like always, my mom’s voice chases away all the tension. “Don’t you know better than telling a girl what to wear? Especially a teenager. Now ease up, 16-year-old me would make Y/n look like a saint.” With that, my mom finally looks at me. “You look pretty, like always, I especially like your top.” It takes me a second to realize that my mom’s referencing the fact that I stole this shirt from her closet. I let out a soft, slow laugh. “You okay?” 

I nod drastically. “Yep, just want to get the first day back over with.” 

“I can’t believe you only took one day off. When I was your age, I’d have taken half a week off for less.” 

“It’s going to be bad no matter when I go back. My name’s been all over the news.” I release the strap of my backpack, scratching the back of my wrist. “Plus it’s junior year and that one day off already has me drowning in makeup work. I can’t afford to fall behind. Junior year is the year colleges look at most. This year could make or break whether or not I get into Princeton.” 

My mom holds her hands up in defense. “Yes, I know, you ranted to me about it yesterday. Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. I don’t love that you haven’t had your follow up appointment yet to confirm whether or not you have a concussion.” 

“Mom, I’m fine, promise. I’ll let you know if I start to feel weird.” 

She watches me for a long second, likely attempting to scan me the way an MRI machine would. “Fine, you need a ride or--” 

“Actually, a friend’s picking me up.” 

At that my mom tilts her head in a way that’s so knowing I feel the urge to confess even though I’ve done nothing. “A friend as in one of those two boys that spent all weekend calling and checking in on you?” 

My mom spent the last two days at my side. Normally it would have annoyed me, but it was actually nice. It reminded me of life before Wells. There was one downside, though. She saw how often Billy and Stu called. It wasn’t terrible and she probably would have picked up on it anyway, but it’s opened the ground to a lot of jokes and comments on her part.

“You’re the one who brought them into this. I would have never thought to call Billy while I was at the hospital.” That’s true. Even though we were friends before the incident, I wouldn’t have thought to call anyone except my mom. “And they’re just trying to be there for me like good friends.” 

At that, my mom leans against the kitchen island. “Y’know when I was your age, I had a guy that just wanted to be a good friend and drove me to school. Now I have a daughter.” 

I roll my eyes, “Haha. Yes--I’m going to get pregnant in the less than 10-ish minutes we’re going to have before we need to get to class.” 

“It only took about 8 minutes to make you, and that includes me getting dressed and fixing my hair after. Just saying.” 

I make a point of fake gagging. “Bye mom, Wells.“

“What? I was joking!” 

I walk towards the front door. A hand on my shoulder makes me nearly jump out of my skin. “Mom! You scared me.” 

She offers me a sheepish smile, “You know I’m kidding, right? They’re nice for caring.” 

“I know, mom.” 

With a sigh, she continues, “Just be sa--” 

“Oh my God, mom! I’m not having se--” 

“Easy, pumpkin,” she laughs off my outburst, “I mean in general. Don’t strain yourself and don’t feel like you need to push through. You want to go home early and I’ll pick you up.” 

I smile softly. “Yeah, I will.” 

With that, I open the front door. The sun is so bright I have to drop my head as I walk down the driveway. Wells’ house is objectively nicer than the house my mom and I lived in when we were still in Texas, but I still find myself missing the familiarity of our old front porch. 

Squinting, I look up and notice a car waiting next to the mailbox. How did I miss that? Rubbing my eyes with one hand, I approach the vehicle. 

I pull open the door to the backseat. Two sets of eyes turn towards me. “You know you guys didn’t have to wait for me.” I push my backpack into the car before sitting down. “You could’ve honked or something,” 

“We just got here,” Billy says easily, but I’m not sure I believe him. 

Stu turns in his seat to face me better as I shut the car door. “Plus we don’t mind giving you time to get all dolled up. Especially since today’s going to be a total bloodbath.” 

His wording leaves me more confused than upset. I draw my eyebrows together, shifting awkwardly. “What do you mean?” 

“Everyone’s gone crazy over what happened. I think more people were talking about you than Casey, and Casey’s the one that got gutted. It’s all over the news. They hung her from that tree in--” Billy moves his hand from the console in order to smack the side of Stu’s head. “Ow, man--what was that for?” 

“It’s not even 8 yet, at least let her wake up first before you traumatize her.” 

The thought of Casey makes my stomach twist, but I’m not focused in on anything enough to really react. Tiredly, I pull my backpack onto my lap and squeeze it to my body. “It’s fine,” I’m not sure if I’m talking to them or myself. 

Stu and Billy exchange a look that I barely register before resting my chin on my bag. “Are you okay? You didn’t even do that cute, little glare thing you do when you want me to shut up.” 

“I’m fine,” I answer a little too quickly, forcing myself to sit up some more, “A little tired.” Stu’s watching me a little too carefully and I catch Billy glancing at me through the rearview mirror. “Seriously?” Sighing, I shift in my seat, “First my mom and now you guys. I’m fine.”

My reaction is just a little too angry. Maybe if I felt a little more rested, I would have known better. Stu moves until he’s siting in the passenger seat normally. “Crying over the fact that you’re a total mommy’s girl.” 

Rolling my eyes and ignoring the way the motion irritates my migraine, I lean back in my seat. “Put on a seatbelt, asshole.” 

Even though that’s said with more bite and irritation than anything I’ve ever said to him, Stu laughs. It’s light and terribly offensive. I frown, looking over at Billy as heat crawls up my neck and towards my face. He’s just barely fighting down a grin. “It’s not that funny.” 

“No,” Stu sarcastically agrees, “That was so mean of you. I can’t remember the last time someone insulted me and tried to take care of me at the same time.” 

I cross my arms around my backpack. “Why did I agree to getting into a contained space with you two so early in the morning?” 

“Because you don’t have a license.” Billy looks way too smug as he turns the wheel as we move down a curb. 

I glare at him. “You extorted that information out of me while I was super out of it and half asleep.” 

“You said it yourself, it’s not like one of us asked.” 

He’s right and I hate it. I sink further into the seat, tempted to shut my eyes, but knowing that there’s no guarantee that I won’t fall asleep if I do. “Whatever.” 

Stu half laughs at that before starting to talk about a new scary movie that’s coming out. The plot sounds kind of basic, but I’m not one to judge until I see the movie. Normally, I’d be totally invested. I kind of like when Stu rambles about something he’s interested in, but now I’m struggling to hold my head up. 

I don’t register that we’re in the school parking lot until both Billy and Stu get out of the car. Once they’re both out, I shake my head once in an attempt to clear my thoughts. Get it together.

When I step out of the car, I make a point of keeping my eyes on the ground in front of me. Stu may exaggerate every once in awhile, but I don’t think he’s wrong about school. My mom has been fielding calls since the morning I was discharged from the hospital and last night while I was flipping through channels, I saw my face three times.

Before I can even think, a bright flash makes me flinch. The light is like a punch behind the eye thanks to my headache. That is followed by a series of other equally bright and irritating camera shutters. 

Shit. 

Billy steps towards me, dropping his voice so that only I can hear, “You know we don’t have to.” 

Taking a settling breath, I tilt my chin up a fraction of an inch. “It’s fine,” I say, hoping that I’ll convince myself, “Can’t hide forever.” 

We walk forward, me a few steps ahead of Billy and Stu. My fast pace is a sad attempt at ripping off the bandaid. 

“Excuse--Excuse me, miss!” I squeeze the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles must be white from the tension. “Miss Y/n L/n.” The woman that waves me down is holding a large microphone. She barely glances at me before turning her attention back to the camera man that followed her as she chased me. “Hi. Gale Weathers. I covered the last one of these.” 

I wince. “I’m sorry, when you say ‘the last one of these’ do you mean the last murder or--” 

“...And we’re rolling!” In nature, bright colors are meant to warn living things of poison. I think that logic could be applied to Gale Weathers and her auburn hair and blood red lips. “I’m Gale Weathers and I’m bringing you an exclusive with the lone survivor of what some are calling the worst murder in Woodsboro history.” She then turns towards me, “Now, Y/n, our viewers want to know exactly what you’re feeling.” 

Her microphone is way to close to my face. “Well, Gale, I’m glad you asked,” I’m speaking in the polite tone I used to reserve for rude customers when I worked in the mall last summer, “I’m feeling fan-freakin’-tastic!” 

The false enthusiasm jars her the way I hoped it would. She brings the microphone back to her. “Really?” 

“No, you vulture. Ambush interviewing is as tacky as that suit.” 

With that, I turn away and attempt to storm into school with an aura that scares away reporters. I’ve only ever seen that kind of confident magic come from my mom, but she’s half my genetic material, that means it must be in me somewhere, right?

Apparently wrong, because the cameras continue to flash. One man gets so close to me that his rapid photographing leaves me dizzy. 

“Okay,” an arm quickly wraps around my side, stabilizing me, “You got your pictures, now leave her alone.” The scent of Tatum’s perfume is comforting as she guides me the rest of the way inside. Once we’re inside, we’re granted the semblance of some privacy. “And I thought they were bad yesterday. Are you okay?” 

I nod, relaxing a little at her casual expression. Maybe if I try hard enough, I’ll be able to pretend that this is an average Tuesday. “I’m fine, I’m just tired, and I can’t believe how obsessed everyone is.” 

“Of course they’re obsessed.” For the first time ever, Randy’s voice is completely unwelcome. “You’re the sole survivor, the only witness to tell the story, the--for lack of better term--final girl.” 

Being in a friend group with so many people that are really into horror movies is all fun and games until they summarize the great trauma of your life in a movie trope. “Really? I never would have thought of it that way.” 

Sidney glares at Randy in defense of me. I appreciate it, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. “It’s too soon for those kinds of jokes.” 

My sarcasm was pure venom and Sidney’s reaction, though well intentioned, only made me feel sorry. Randy offers me a sheepish sort of look that immediately makes me feel bad for being so snippy. His comment wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it wasn’t for what just happened, and he wasn’t really trying to be mean. That actually might have been an attempt to lighten the mood, especially since he knows that the final girl storyline is one of my favorites. He’s always recommending movies that end like that. 

“Thanks, Sid, but I came on a little strong. I’m sorry, Randy, I’ve been a total nightmare all day. Just ask Billy and St--” I look around, a little surprised that they’re not right behind me. Aw, I lost them in all that commotion. “Weird--they were just behind me.” Shaking off the slightly lost feeling with the turn of my head, I move on, “Ask them later. The point is, I’ve been awful. It’s not your guys’ fault that this is my life right now.” 

Randy’s expression morphs from being almost hurt to something that’s even more of a punch in the gut. He seems sympathetic. “It’s okay, you’re holding it together way more than I would be. I don’t even know how you’re at school today.” 

“Yeah, how are you even here, Y/n?” Tatum echoes, her voice a little softer than before. 

It’s a good question. Now that I’m here all those points I made about school and grades and Princeton feel so far away. “It had to happen at some point, I might as well rip off the band aid. I just want everything to go back to normal.” I shift awkwardly, watching them watch me. “And the man that did this doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of my fear.” 

After a moment, Randy prompts, “...And?” 

“And what?” 

He half smiles. “Come on, Y/n, if you want this to feel normal, you’re going to have to give us the Princeton rant.” 

I roll my eyes before scoffing. “I do not talk about Princeton often enough for you to warrant naming it a specific rant.” 

Randy raises an eyebrow at my obvious lie. “You must have really hit your head hard.” 

“Rude.“ I turn towards Tatum, “Tate, you don’t think I’m like obsessed with Princeton.

She parts her lips as she debates the way she wants to respond. Before she can say anything, Stu walks up from behind me and pulls Tatum into a hug. He then gives her a soft kiss that feels linger-y. Wait--why am I noticing that? That’s...that’s weird of me. And why does this feel more uncomfortable than the time I caught them full on making out in the girl’s bathroom? Why is that tiny display of affection sitting in my chest in a way that makes it hard to look at them? 

More annoyed at my thoughts than the way Stu cups her face, I force my myself to stare at the locker in front of me. There are polaroids of people I don’t know tapped to the front of it.

Ugh--screw the guy that threw me into that wall. My head must be totally messing with me. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Billy’s sudden appearance surprises me more than it should. At this point, I should know that when I see one the other isn’t too far behind. He has an arm around Sidney’s shoulders, and she’s leaning into his touch just enough for it to be noticeable. Since when is Billy so into PDA? 

Oh my god, what’s wrong with me? Maybe my mom was right to think I have some kind of brain injury. My eyes snap back to the locker. “Nothing.”

“Y/n’s obsession with an Ivy League school in New Jersey.”

After a moment of silence, I realize that everyone’s waiting for me to speak. “Not an obsession.” My response lacks my usual level of conviction when talking about Princeton in any capacity. I can feel the fragile way they’re all looking at me. My eyes focus on the polaroids in front of me until everything else blurs into the background. 

The polaroids have my eyes watering and I don’t know why. They’re just stupid pictures of people I don’t know. Casey’s voice echoes in my head. It’s a punch in the gut.

Stu’s voice cuts through the static of my thoughts. “Y/n? Are you o--”

“I think I remembered something.” The admission is so low I’m surprised anyone hears it. “Randy, do you have a copy of the news article? Not the first one, the second one that lists everything found at the crime scene?” 

“Yeah,” Randy admits it like it’s an apology, “In my backpack.” 

“Can I see it?”

Everyone stays quiet at that. There’s an energy in the air that makes me feel as trapped as I did in the hospital. “Come on, guys, I don’t need to be babied. The pictures aren’t going to freak me out, I was kinda there for the real thing.” 

“At the hospital, didn’t you say you were unconscious for most of it?” Billy’s remark earns him a glare so harsh that he moves his hands to hold them up in defense before dropping them to his side. 

“Fine. Whatever. Don’t show me the newspaper, I’ll find my own copy, it’s everywhere. There’s a good chance some jag-off shoved one into my locker anyways.” Ugh--why is everyone so impossible? I turn on my heels, unsure if I’m fuming or ready to burst into tears.

I don’t even make it a full step before something locks around my upper forearm. My head snaps back as the hand’s sudden grip softens. “Come on, bug.” That leaves me hesitant. Stu called me that the day after we first met. Since then, the nickname has mainly been reserved to calm me down. I’ve asked him about it before, but he always refuses to explain it. “You’re just going to make yourself sick.” 

Biting the inside of my cheek, I frown. The group learned about my weak stomach early on in our friendship. My first night drinking with them ended with me throwing up in Stu’s bathroom. That wouldn’t have been so embarrassing if I was totally wasted, but I was objectively way too sober to get that sick.

There’s some underlying quality to his words. A quality that’s too knowing, too sure. He’s being more condescending than sweet. “I think I can manage.” I pull my arm away, ignoring the way his expression blanks. “I’m not a vase or a little kid, I don’t need you all treating me like I’m that unbelievably fragile.”

Stu angles his head to the side. I force myself to tilt my chin upwards in an attempt to stand my ground. I don’t fully get whatever face off we’re in, but I’ll be damned if I lose it this quickly. “Since you’re all grown up, Y/n, look at whatever you want, but don’t come crying to me about it.” 

I take a step forward, indignation leaving my spine straight. “When have I ever--” 

“You couldn’t even spend a few hours by yourself in a hospital.”

The unfairness of his statement forces a scoff from my lips. I take a step forward. “I didn’t ask for your help then and I’m not asking for it now.” 

“Stu.” Billy’s voice is level, bordering on neutral. 

At that, Stu exhales, but he doesn’t stop staring at me. “It’s fine, Billy.” 

“Yeah,” Stu echoes, shifting towards me, “Y/n’s fine, she doesn’t need anyone.” 

A sarcastic, half thought out reply rises up my chest and jams itself in my throat. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about how much taller than me Stu is. He’s looking down at me with an intensity that hits me straight in the stomach. Great, another feeling I don’t understand. “Whatever,” I mumble, “I need to get to class.” 

The bell rings a moment after I turn. I walk to homeroom, not thinking twice about it until I’m sitting in front of an empty desk. 

My face is hot, my head hurts, and Mrs. Ramirez’s announcements are drowned out by a ringing in my ears. When the bell rings, I can’t get out of the room fast enough. Normally, Stu’s around right after homeroom, ready to walk me to math. 

I don’t know what that weird argument was in the hallway, but I’m not ready to deal with it yet. So even though I’m gripping the straps of my backpack so tightly it hurts, I take the long way to class. There are no memories of Casey in AP Calc AB, so this time when I sit at my desk, I can breathe.

By the time I’m pulling out my notebook, the bell rings. Mr. Williams walks to the front of the classroom, “Alright, everyone in their seat. For today’s exam, you are permitted the use of a graphing calculator.”

Shit. The test. I forgot about the calc test. Mr. Williams begins to hand out the exam. When he gets to me, I stop him, “Mr. Williams, I-I was wondering if I could possibly take the exam on another day? After the events of this weekend, I--” 

“Ms. L/n, I made it clear to the entire class that I do not believe in scheduling a makeup exam the day of.” 

My fingers nervously scratch at the back of my wrist. “And I understand that, and normally I’d never ask, but if you’ve seen the news--” 

“Ms. L/n, do you want to take the test or would you rather me put a 0 in the grade book?” 

I could scream. I want to scream, but instead, all I do is nod, “Take the test.” 

And with that, he places the packet on my desk. The sound it makes feels like a death sentence. The next 50 minutes are a nightmare. I don’t remember how to do half the problems, and what I do remember, I can’t seem to do right. By the time the bell rings, I’m in full on panic mode. Mr. Williams collects the test and I leave the room like it’s on fire. 

The sharp pain in my head has never been this bad. I reach my locker, unlocking it to grab my bottle of ibuprofen. I take two Advil without any water. Today totally, unbelievably sucks. I need to splash some water in my face. 

The bathroom is thankfully empty. Pushing my backpack off of my shoulders and onto the counter, I turn on the sink. The water is cool against my fingers, and for the first time all day, I feel like I can breathe. My bandaid is sticking out to me too much so I force my gaze downwards. 

There’s a long abandoned copy of a newspaper on the counter. Its corners are so wet that the words at the start and end of the article are unreadable. The page it’s opened to has no photos. I’m sure if I flipped through it I’d find something listing everything the police found inside the house that night. 

Stu’s earlier claim echoes in my head as I pick up the newspaper. I’m not sure if I’m more motivated by spite or the desire to answer the question in my head, but I guess it doesn’t matter, because the end result is the same. I turn the page, skimming the article. The intro is so long that I still haven’t gotten to the murder, let alone what the police found after. I flip ahead until I find what I’m looking for.

I read the section about everything that was found twice. They mention everything down to the burned jiffy pop and the tube of lipgloss Casey left in the living room. The paragraph never mentions the polaroids from the kitchen.

He took pictures of me from the crime scene. 

Unease leaves my stomach in knots. The killer, who talked to me on the phone like we were best friends and chose to not kill me took photos of me. 

I turn the page frantically, desperate to see if the polaroids are mentioned there. Big mistake. Casey’s photo is staring at me, but she’s not her in it. She’s hanging from that big tree in her yard and her--her intestines... 

Cold sweat leaves my hands clammy. My body knows what’s happening before I do. A stall door gets thrown open just in time for me to throw myself onto my knees. Bile and whatever’s left of last night’s dinner burn as they come up my throat. I wretch. 

An unexpected but not unpleasant touch is pressed into my back as my hair is pushed out of my face. More bile leaves me. 

After a second passes and I don’t throw up a third time, I turn my head just enough to see who’s next to me. Billy. He doesn’t say anything at my recognition, he just moves his hand up and down my back gently. 

“...I found a newspaper.” 

“Yeah, I assumed after i heard the…”

He’s trailing off to be nice. I shift in order to sit cross legged on the floor. “Right. That’s fair.” 

His hand stalls against my back. “I didn’t mean it li--” 

“I know.” My voice is too small.

Billy moves his free hand. I don’t know what he’s doing until he’s pulling the paper away from me. I let him take the newspaper and place it somewhere on the other side of him. “Why’d you look?” 

“I--earlier, I was looking at this locker in front of us and it had polaroids taped to it, and-and that made me remember that on Saturday, Casey took a bunch of pictures of me. Polaroids.” I wipe at my face with the back of my palm. "The article’s super detailed, but it didn’t mention any pictures. I-I think that means that the person took them.”  

Billy’s eyebrows draw together. The corner of his mouth turns downwards. “You’re making yourself sick over this.” 

“Because it’s a big deal!” My reaction is harsher than it should be. He’s being nice to me after I blew up at everyone this morning and they were just trying to be good friends. And after this, I’m in no position to talk about what I am and am not able to handle. “It’s a big deal that I’m alive and Casey isn’t.” Taking a shaky breath, I continue, “And I should--I have to make it right somehow. Casey’s dead and I’m alive because it fit whatever plot he wanted to make. It was total chance, the killer probably flipped a coin while outside of her house to pick which one of us would live and which one would end up like...” I gesture vaguely in the direction of the newspaper, “That.” 

He’s quiet for so long I think he may not respond at all. His hand begins to move up and down my back again in the form of small circles. “Do you really think that?” 

Shrugging, I lean into his touch. “I mean, it’s probably either that or a stalker scenario.”

“You don’t have to figure it out. Just because you’re the one that survived doesn’t mean you need to put yourself through this. Especially now. It just happened, give yourself some time.” His voice is so assuring and oddly comforting I feel my eyes water. “What’s wrong?” 

Despite myself, I almost snort. “I think you know what’s wrong.” 

He gives me a semi bitchy look. “Something else happened, I can see it on your face.” 

Frowning, I let my gaze drop to the ground. “Am I that transparent?” 

Billy moves, the hand that’s not on my back coming beneath my chin. I let him tilt my head upwards until our eyes meet. “You have no idea.”

Warmth crawls up my face. He smiles. “Fine, I’ll tell you but it’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid.” 

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve had a really bad headache all day and then I get to first period and Mr. Williams starts talking about an exam. And that’s how I realized that I completely forgot about the calc unit test. I tried using the whole almost murdered excuse--I kinda hated myself for it, but it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t even go for it.” With a dramatic, deprecating sigh, I start to pick at a loose thread in my shoe lace. “Mr. Williams doesn’t believe in getting out of the test the day of. There’s no way I didn’t fail it, and it’s an AP class so that’s going to mess with my entire GPA.” 

He doesn’t comment on my teariness or the way that I almost sniffle, he just continues to softly rub my back. The gesture is starting to feel somewhat maternal, but it’s nice. “He made you take the test?” 

“Mr. Williams’ is a total asshole.” 

Billy’s mouth turns upwards, “He sounds like it.” I smile, leaning into his touch. “You should go back to the doctor.” He frowns when I move away from him. “Your head hurts, you’re moody--” 

“Am not.” 

“Right, because that stand off with Stu earlier was like you.” 

Right--that weird moment in the hallway. Great, Stu’s probably mad at me, and there’s no way that me going out of my way to not see him before math is something he’s going to take lightly. “He’s probably so mad at me.” 

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Billy says, “He can’t stay mad at you.” 

I give him a look. “He’s petty.” 

Billy smiles after a second. “He’ll be petty about it, but he won’t actually be mad.” Before I can respond, Billy stands, “Come on, you need to go to a doctor.” 

After a second, I stand, taking his hand. “Fine.” 

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[911-on-abc]

<3 pt1 i don't have time to write an entire sugardaddy bucktommy fic but the rent for buck's loft has always been his biggest expense, and it's always been on the top end of his range. but a pandemic and medical cost exceeding his usual extensive insurance (bc fuck them for not covering the coma after the lightning strike), and global conflicts and the landlord raising rent and things getting more expensive and late-stage capitalism means that buck will have to move out sooner rather than later. it's just not sustainable anymore to stay in a place that's never felt home and doesn't even have a couch. so ever since he broke up with natalia he's been looking at other rental properties, but LA is the worst, so he hasn't even been able to tour more than two places, even with ravi's help. and then bobby and athena's cruise capsizes and tommy kinard flies them in on a helicopter and buck is in awe at this man and his quiet confidence and self-assurance, a literal calm in a storm. so of course buck tries to spend time with him, make a new friend. and tommy invites him to flying lessons at some private airstrip, and brings him some learning manuals the next time they see each other. takes him to some craft beer place that lets you engrave your bottles. brings lunch from that fancy new place with a waiting list longer than a cvs receipt. they attend some concert together with seats that have the perfect view of the stage. tommy flies them to the grand canyon on a random wednesday because buck mentioned it once. and they get to talking and buck invites him over for a beer, and tommy is impressed by the loft, but where buck would've preened at the compliment before, something about tommy makes him open up. admit that he can barely afford it, that he's actively trying to find another place. and tommy just offers to half of the rent until he finds another place. like it's nothing. and buck really can't accept that, like why would tommy do that? "it's a nice place and you don't seem to be happy about having to leave and i can help you. it's a temporary solution." and they argue about it and buck finally relents and tells him he'll pay him back. tommy waves him off. so buck starts cooking dinner for him. comes over after tommy had a tiring shift and does the laundry and cleans the kitchen. organises the pantry. repots some plants on the balcony. until tommy takes him aside and tells him he doesn't need to make himself useful, he enjoys his company even if they're just sitting in silence watching tv. so buck asks him why. why is he being so nice to him. "because i like you. and life hasn't been the kindest to you, and i have the means to make it a little better. so please let me?" and buck asks how, like how does he even have the means, surely air support doesn't pay that much better? and turns out it doesn't, but in combination with his army pension and some hefty inheritance from his grandparents, he likes to spend his money on people and things who matter. who make the world a better, brighter place.

ANON I LOVE YOU OHMYGODDDD I was totally NOT expecting anyone to write anything for me when I made that post tasrtudyifuoinwa;clskgblna;wnbiwapb THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I thought of this while falling asleep, so stick with me.

I have a very specific image in my head of jisung/chan/noona laying in bed all day and struggling with their mental health, like depresh sesh fr. And then seungmin sees it after he went to school and came back and they were in the same position. (Especially chan, bc we know he has experienced depression irl). So seungmin texts the pack and everyone goes into help the sad mode. Felix makes baked goods and lays with them, Minho makes dinner and makes sure they drink water (he knows when he doesn't need to be a snarky baby, so he lets them live), hyunjin helps with self care and gets them to shower, changbin talks to them and tries to get to the root of the issue, jeongin tries to get them to play games with him or just cuddles up to them and holds them tight like Felix. (Babies) at the end of the night, everyone is piled up in someone's bed watching a kdrama.

Also, ig i could ask the pack this too. If someone is being seriously depressed, how does everyone help? Who usually has the worst of it, if you wanna answer?

(This is so sweet. Thank you for sharing. Because as someone who struggles with mental health (as most of us do!) this was so comforting to read and imagine and take into consideration. <3)

Triggers (only discussed, nothing specific but please take care of yourself): Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Mental Illness, Suicide

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"This is a serious ask." Changbin remarks somberly, lips drawing into a thin, pressed line.

"It is," Chan agrees, nodding. "But it's also incredibly important to talk about. But first-" He gives a soft little smile. "I wanna give all of you guys a big hug and tell you you're doing your absolute best-no matter where you are on your journey-that we're proud of you, and we love you."

He settles back into his seat, folding his hands into his lap, glancing around at the other members of the pack.

"Is there anyone who feels comfortable discussing this? Or would you like me to go first?"

You glance to him. "I think we've all talked about this amongst each other before, but I don't know if we've ever really talked about it outside of the pack. So maybe it's best you go first, Channie."

He nods once and lets out a long breath between his lips. "Okay. Well, I've had a long, hard road of mental health struggles, it's not a secret I don't believe." He pauses for a moment, gathering his words, and then continues. "I've always had bouts of depression, but it got a lot worse when I moved from Australia to Korea to study."

"I was alone, I didn't know anyone, I was just a kid. I felt like no one cared, like I was adrift without anyone or anything to support me. I turned to school and music and producing to try and fill the void, but the weight of the darkness was increasing, and none of those things felt like enough."

You reach out silently and cover his hand with your own. He gives you a slight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and squeezes your fingers between his own gratefully.

"It got so bad, eventually I never left the studio-I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't take care of myself. At my lowest, I seriously considered just being done with it all. No one would miss me anyway. At least that's what I'd convinced myself-and the depression agreed."

He blows another long sigh out through his teeth, and the pain in his dark eyes is heartbreaking.

"But-" He shifts, sitting up straighter and shaking off some of the heaviness, glancing to Changbin now. "-Then some asshole convinced me to partner up with him for a semester project."

Changbin shrugs and gives a rueful half grin in response. "What can I say? I wanted the best."

Chan gives a little chuckle, shaking his head slightly at the other alpha's teasing. "The depression didn't go away. The weight didn't just disappear over night. But over time, I realized that maybe I did have something, was really someone, that people would miss. At least, certain people that mattered."

He glances around at all of you now, affection flashing across his features, and he gives your hand another squeeze.

"It's still hard some days. I still get too in my head, the darkness never really disappears, it just takes the back seat for awhile, but I've learned how to cope with it better, to turn to people I trust for help, instead of withdrawing and being alone and letting it consume me."

"We're proud of you, Christopher." Minho states plainly, and you can see how much the words mean to Chan as they settle like a blanket around his shoulders.

"Anyway-" Chan gives a little laugh, the tips of his ears going red, as he shifts and rakes a hand through his curls. "Enough about me, someone else go."

"No, but wait-" You stop him, and he glances at you curiously. "-I think it's important to talk about and realize the triggers, the tells, of someone you know and love when it comes to mental health. Because sometimes, when they feel the darkness creeping back in, they can't vocally express that need for help."

Chan nods thoughtfully. "Very true."

"Hyung has very specific tells." Changbin adds, studying Chan. "He starts to withdraw, he spends a hell of a lot more time alone-in the studio, his room, etc.-which leads to him not taking care of himself. He gets quiet, like he's in his head and not with us, and I think everyone's gotten to the point where they can tell 'regular Chan quiet' from 'overthinking, sinking Chan quiet.'"

Chan is nodding again, shooting the other alpha a wordless, grateful look.

"Jisung and I both struggle incredibly with anxiety and panic attacks." You bring up next, looking to the beta, who is nodding beside Changbin. "Although, just because we have the same diagnosis, it doesn't mean our triggers or even our symptoms are the same."

"Yeah-" Jisung agrees, jumping in. "It's important to note that you can struggle from the same mental issues as someone else, and still realize that that doesn't mean you know anything about what the other person is going through. A similar diagnosis can look completely different for someone else."

"In my case, my anxiety revolves around uncertainty and the 'what ifs', and certain scenarios are really triggering for me." You continue, giving Jisung a breather before you give him the option to express his feelings. "If someone is later than normal getting home from school or work, I panic, coming up with all the worst case scenarios in my head until I can't breathe."

"Communication is absolutely key for you and the type of anxiety you struggle with." Chan agrees, nodding.

"Yeah, we've implemented check ins or communication methods when someone is going to be late or somewhere unexpected." You nod, giving Chan a little half smile. "It's really helped, and I really appreciate you guys doing that for me, even if it feels silly."

"Hey, Hyunjin-hyung never has to check in." Jeongin suddenly complains, as if he's only now just realized.

You grin. "Hyunjin is always late, so I've just come to expect it."

Hyunjin smirks like a cat, all sharp teeth and feline eyes. "You know me so well, baby."

Jisung takes in a deep breath, and you take that as his silent signal that he's ready to discuss his own struggles now.

You glance to him, and give him a little encouraging nod.

"On the other hand, I have a hard time with anxiety and panic attacks in social situations, or when dealing with crowds. I don't like to be around a lot of people that I don't know."

Changbin reaches over and stops the beta's nervous twisting of his hands in his lap, giving him a little warm smile.

Jisung steels himself with the alpha's encouragement and goes on. "I don't like feeling like people are counting on me, or expecting something from me that I can't give. In social situations, there's too many variables and too many unknowns, and I feel like I'm guaranteed to fail no matter what I do."

"The buddy system is a great way to help Sungie when he's feeling anxious." Felix interjects, giving the beta a dazzling smile. "We always stick around him in social situations or gatherings, just so he has someone he knows well to joke with or talk to."

"Yeah." Jisung lets out the breath he'd been holding, seem to relax a little. "That helps a lot."

"And Minho-hyung and noona are great at talking him down when he's in the full throes of an actual panic attack." Seungmin adds, throwing an arm around the other beta's shoulders in a silent show of support. "They let him breathe and take his time, and then convince him his feelings are valid and okay, and that he's safe."

Jisung nods again wordlessly, and you see Changbin squeeze his hands.

"As far as everyone helping out-" Felix looks thoughtful now, his brow creased. "-I feel like we all suffer from certain levels of mental issues, and that's to be expected, and everyone kind of just knows how to help in the right way depending on what pack member is feeling down."

"You were absolutely spot on with your scenario of what Channie likes though." You laugh, referencing the previous thoughts. "He needs people to pull him out of his head, help him take care of himself, and mainly snuggle and be there for him. He likes the entire pack to pull around him when he's in a rut."

"Minho-hyung on the other hand-" Changbin speaks up, giving the elder a pointed look. "-he'll bite your head off the first day. He likes his space until he's come down a little, and even then, he wants one or two specific people to just exist with him for awhile."

"And who are those one or two people?" You ask, already knowing the answer, laughing a little.

Minho rolls his eyes as Changbin answers without hesitation, "Chan and Felix of course."

"Ah, Aussie line!" Chan crows triumphantly, and Felix grins at him from across the room as Minho looks annoyed at having been called out.

"Anyway, as we said-" You continue, threading your fingers through Chan's. "-this is a super important topic to talk and be open about, and please, if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to or confide in, find someone you trust-a therapist, a friend, a sibling, a parent-"

"A stranger on the internet." Jisung adds cheekily, grinning.

You laugh. "-a stranger on the internet. Just know you don't have to struggle alone, and that there are always people who will be there for you, even if the darkness makes you doubt that."

"We love you guys." Chan adds seriously, nodding. "And I think I've said it all at this point, so let's end with another big hug."

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!pack #skz!abo #poly!skz #omegaverse #femreader #y/n #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #ask the pack #askthepack #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz reactions #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #anonymous

[thelovelylolly]

can you do poe comforting an overwhelmed gn! reader and giving them his jacket to wear to calm them down? totally okay if not tho!! <33

Take My Jacket

Summary : As a Resistance report analyst, you always have a lot of work and sometimes it can get overwhelming. Luckily, Poe is there to help you. Warnings : not proof read bc im ~tired~ Notes : thank you for the request! ive been pretty busy and tired so im sorry if this is a bit short

You knew what you were signing up for when you applied for the report analyst job. You were happy that you weren't on the front line, you were better at analytical things anyway. As time went on and the war continued, the work got more and more intense to the point where it was overwhelming.

Everyday you did the same things for your shifts. You'd clock in and there would already be reports for you to go over. Through out the day, more reports would be submitted and if they weren't, it was your job to make sure they were. With the amount of missions happening everyday, you would have to work through your lunch break. After your 12 hour shift, you'd be able to clock out and go back to your room where you would immediately fall asleep.

You were too busy to notice that Poe had picked up on how stressed and tired you were. He wished he could help you out, but he was also busy. If he wasn't on a mission, he was filling out reports for his last one. You and Poe used to be able to hang out almost everyday, but now you barely saw each other.

But one day, somehow, Poe got a day off. He slept in, catching up on lost sleep, then immediately went to find you. It wasn't too hard, you were at your desk in the back, typing away while your eyes were glued to the screens around you.

"Hey," Poe said, leaning up against the wall next to your desk. "How are you doing?"

You sighed, your eyes not leaving your work. "To be honest, I think my eyes have been burned by these screens."

Poe laughed then pulled up a nearby chair, sitting next to you. "I'm being serious, I know how much you've been working."

"I'm surprised they let you have a day off, Poe, and that spending your time with me while I'm stuck working," you replied, switching to the next report.

"C'mon, you know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else on my day off. Besides, you need a break, too."

You let out a weak laugh. "You know I can't take a break, Poe. The reports just keep coming in and I can't get behind-"

"I see how it's stressing you out, you need to take a step back," Poe cut you off, his hand covering yours and stopping your typing.

You looked over at him, the tiredness in your eyes clearly there. "I want to, Poe. I want to hang out with you like we used to, but it'll just be more overwhelming if I take a break and let these pile up."

Poe sighed and pulled his hand away, but you didn't start typing right away. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"Trust me, you'll be the first person I'll look for, Poe," you replied with a small smile before turning back to your work.

Poe watched as you immediately got back into a flow. He thought for a moment then stood up, took his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders before leaving.

You stopped for a second to slip your arms into the sleeves. Poe's scent still lingered on it through the day and it kept you warm as you worked. At the end of your shift, you wanted to go return it to Poe, but you were too tired.

You had enough energy to go back to your room and quickly get ready for bed. Right before you crawled into bed, you pulled Poe's jacket on over your pajamas. Surprisingly, his scent was still on it and it brought you comfort after your long day.

With Poe's jacket on, you fell asleep quickly and the stress of the day melted away.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic

[neowinestainedress]

HELLO can i ask for a drabble wherein reader was huffing and puffing mad coz gamer!hyuck was taking too long playing with his friends (jeno, jaemin and mark) and she was VERY need that time so she fingered herself in annoyance while watching porn and then gamer!hyuck caught her and then being naughty that she is, receives a punishment where hyuck tied her dominant hand down and then he says play with urself in front of my friends. show them how nasty u r then u struggle w/ ur left hand (pt.1)

+ (cont from the gamer!hyuck anon) and then you all look at them for some sort of relief when you cant take it anymore bcs your left hand cant make u cum and the boys enjoy it so much. then all of them are at the couch and ure seated on a single couch in front of them. hyuck will ask them “what shall we do with her” markmin will say dont let her cum and will enjoy her tears streaming down her face and the ruthless jeno will say [redacted] -end.

— game over

— gamer!haechan x reader + mark, jeno and jaemin

— w!: exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk/teasing, dacryphilia

— a/n: you say gamer!haechan and my brain goes BRRR. dw, you'll find out what jeno says at the end of this ;)

You don’t mind when Mark, Jeno, and Jaemin come over. Just like you don’t mind when they play games with your boyfriend Haechan. 

But you do mind when they keep going on, playing a game you don’t even care about knowing the name. 

“How much does this game last?” You ask, huffing loudly, rolling your eyes when your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Hyuck, for how long will this torture go on?” 

He turns around, briefly looking at you. “We just started another round. Go to our room if you’re bored, I’ll be there in an hour.” 

Your eyes widen. 

One fucking hour more? 

You’re about to complain but then another idea crosses your mind. You get up, reaching the couch in front of the one where you and Haechan are sitting to grab a blanket, trying to not disturb the other three before walking back to your seat. 

Haechan doesn’t notice immediately, of course, he doesn’t, his eyes are too focused on the screen of his Nintendo Switch to think about you. But then his eyes drift on you. 

“You’re wearing shorts and you put a blanket on?” 

“Worry about your games and not me,” you cut him off, picking up your phone and your earphones. “Just want to watch some TikTok videos without hearing your screams.” 

Lie. 

You surely aren’t going to watch Tiktoks.  

Your thumb doesn’t slide on the dancing app, or whatever it had become, but hit the blue icon with the white bird. 

You bite your lips when you start playing one of your bookmarked videos. You shift on the seat, trying to find a comfortable position while you mentally crY because you wished you were getting fucked like that. But it was useless to cry since your boyfriend found a stupid game more interesting than you, and the only thing you could do is help yourself with your fingers. 

Ovulation week driving you insane, so horny that you lost count of how often you were begging to chase release. Always humping against Haechan like a fucking dog in heat, no matter how embarrassing it was. 

And you’re not really proud of yourself when your right hand creeps down, under the blanket covering your lower half, rubbing your hard clit through the panties after slipping past the rubber band of your pants. But you and Haechan had kind of started something before those three buzzkills ruined everything — you care about them a lot when they don’t come between your fuck sessions with Donghyuck. 

Your eyes drift from the phone for a second, the short video almost coming to an end, and fall on Haechan’s fingers. Your lips part seeing how quick he is with them, groaning lowly because you deserved to have them move like that inside you. 

“You okay?” Jeno asks from the other side of the couch. 

“Yeah, just saw a stupid take on a video,” you play it off. Not that you have to try hard to convince them because in a second their attention is not on you anymore. You’re convinced you could strip naked and finger yourself in the middle of the room and they wouldn’t notice. 

But you don’t, of course, you don’t, the only thing you do is curse yourself for wearing shorts that are getting in your way before you try to push to the side the fabric that is getting between you and your aching wet pussy. 

You bite your lower lip harder when you slowly push a finger in, eyes fixed on the video playing on your phone, imitating the rubs on your clit and the pumps inside you, but one finger is soon not enough, so you slip another one inside. 

Your brain blanks out, too focused on the videos playing, the moans, whimpers and lewd sounds filling your ears turning you on even more, and on the way your fingers are making you feel, reaching deep, and curling inside, making your toes curl. 

You forget to keep a straight face and you don’t even think that they might not hear the sounds coming from your phone but the ones coming from your sopping wet pussy can surely be heard. 

You gasp loudly when Haechan rips the blanket off your body, leaving you stuck in your movement, your phone falling on your lap, one earphone falling out of your ear, and your hand stuffed in your pants. 

“Really?” He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t really decipher, his typical mischievous grin is on his face, but his eyebrows are raised, and you know from the look in his eyes he’s mocking you. 

“You left me hanging…” you reply, shyly meeting his gaze, not turning around to see the other three, but you can feel their eyes dig deep into you and you don’t even want to know what they’re thinking about. “I’ll just go to our room.” 

The laugh that rolls out of your boyfriend’s lips stops you in place. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says firmly. “You had no problems fucking yourself right in front of all of us and you will keep fucking yourself.” 

You gulp, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you move to grab the blanket again, but Haechan stops you another time, clicking his tongue and throwing the soft fabric to Jaemin on the other side. 

“Strip.” That’s the only command he gives you, getting up with you but leaving you alone… 

“Where are you going?” You ask but once again he ignores you and you stomp your feet, sighing loudly. 

“You better listen to him,” Mark says, reminding you that you weren’t alone. You turn, facing them, your eyes immediately falling between their legs, a shy outline of their boner already visible. You want to comment, tease them even, as if you have any type of control in that situation, but Haechan’s groan makes you snap out of it. 

“I ordered you to strip, what are you waiting for? Do I have to rip your clothes off?” 

You shake your head — even if you wouldn’t have minded if he did — and your hands swiftly pull down your shorts and panties, leaving on the shirt you’re wearing. 

Haechan is tempted to remark again that he told you to strip and not to stay half-naked but, as much as he loves your boobs, there’s something incredibly hot in fucking you or seeing yourself fuck yourself, still partially dressed. 

So he walks over to you when you sit on the couch again, legs closed and feet tapping on the floor as you wait for the next move. Is he going to fuck you in front of them? Is he going to kick them out and fuck you all night? Other ideas cross your mind but nothing prepares you for what he does. 

“What are you –” the question dies in your mouth as he shushes you with a single glare, pulling your hand in his, wrapping your wrist around a scarf before tying it on the small table next to the couch. 

“Touch yourself,” Haechan orders with a smirk on his face, a smirk you don’t truly get, just like you don’t get the way he tied your hand, that until your right hand moves to reach between your legs and the table shakes, the expensive vase your mother gifted you almost falling. 

“Careful, baby,” he whispers. “With your left hand. If you pull, the vase you love so much will break.” 

Your eyes widen. “I can’t come with my left hand, you know it’s not the same.” 

You glare at the three-man in front of you when they laugh at what you said. 

“Damn, you’re not even worried about having to touch yourself in front of us but you’re worried about not being able to come?” Jeno snickers and your mouth falls open but no response comes out of you. 

“She is a nasty one,” Mark comments, talking to Haechan. 

“I told you.” 

“You told them?” You ask in surprise, but your boyfriend only rolls his eyes. 

“Nothing too specific, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He sits next to you, raising a brow to urge you to do what he requested you. “Spread your legs and show them how nasty you are.” 

And you obey. You needed an orgasm, and as hard as this was going to be, maybe you could’ve done a miracle with your left hand. 

But no miracle comes to your aid. You can’t. You just can’t. It doesn’t feel the same and the mocking chuckles and comments coming from all of them are not helping either. 

“What, baby? Can’t come? Bet you were so fucking close before. Touching yourself in front of my friends, fingering your needy dirty hole until it left a wet patch on your clothes.” 

You don’t answer, too mad to even give him the reaction that he wants, but you are giving him what he wants, what they want. 

Eyebrows knit together in concentration, fingers working desperately trying to give you the amount of pleasure you want, and low huffs and whimpers escaping your lips, a mix between enjoyment and annoyance. 

Just when a belt hits the ground your eyes lift up, seeing that their pants are sitting at their feet and their hands are palming their boners. 

You shouldn’t find it hot, but you do. 

You try to get off to that, to them looking at you so intensely and to your boyfriend. You can see from your peripherical view that his cock is out, hard and throbbing, and his hands are pumping it. But you wish that was your hand, or to be honest, you wish it was inside of you, so you don’t look, suffering already enough at the memory of how good he feels and how well he fucks you. 

That frustrates you even more, and as you edge yourself over and over without being able to come, tears start streaming down your face, slowly painting your cheeks with black stains of your mascara. 

“Shit.” You hear Mark say, turned on at seeing how your light make-up was ruining your pretty face and how you couldn’t hold the moans anymore, a weirdly exciting mix between huffs, cries and whimpers of pleasure. “You’re so hot.” 

His comments make your eyes open and your brain tries to come up with something that could bring you over the edge even if you’re left without your right hand and Hyuck’s cock. 

You don’t feel the same for his friends, right? They are hot but you have no idea what they feel like, you can’t get so mad because you can’t have them. So you let your eyes wander on them. You just know that they’re fighting against themselves to don’t take their dicks out and do what Donghyuck is doing. But even if they don’t, their hands rub against their underwear, trying to find some pleasure too.  

And if they are so turned on by this, if they crave more just like you do, they will surely help you, right? 

But what they say catches you by surprise. 

“Fuck, you’re so funny like this,” Jaemin chuckles. “You’re fuming in anger and yet you want to come so badly.” 

You nod, not caring that it’s clear as the sky that he’s mocking you. He’s the nicest of them, you know it, maybe he will make Haechan give in. 

And finally, your boyfriend talks, “what should we do with her?” 

You turn to look at him with a snap of your neck, so fast that you almost hurt yourself and make the small table at your side tremble anyway. 

Why was he letting them decide? Since when he let other people have control over you? 

They all snicker at your reaction to his unexpected questions, and even if they are clearly amused, you see that they are just as surprised as you. So you plead, fingers stilling inside you while you pull your sweetest, biggest doe eyes you could ever make, more tears striking down your face, and even if you couldn’t control those salty drops, you hope his best friends would’ve pitied you in that state. But somehow that makes you get the exact opposite of what you want. 

“Don’t make her come.” Jaemin and Mark comment at the same time, giggling at their coordination and then at your face. 

You want to get mad but you don’t. 

You have one last hope. 

Jeno. 

“So, what do you say?” Haechan asks. You’re not looking at him but you hear the smirk in his voice. 

Your eyes lock in Jeno’s, a never seen before flame burning behind them as the smile on his face turns into a smirk. 

An evil smirk you don’t like because it doesn’t promise anything good. 

He looks ruthless but he sounds even more ruthless when he finally opens his mouth to answer Donghyuck. 

“Make our cocks fit in her before she fucking cums.” 

#anon answered #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #mark smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #haechan scenarios

[fridayth13]

Hey! While this summer tends to take a toll on all of us I hope you are doing well! I have a request for you feel free to do whatever you want with it as I always like your take on things hehe.

I was wondering (if you haven't done it already) how you'd think Barbatos would help mc get out of bed on a bad day.

If we're thinking nightbringer i'd imagine Solomon trying to help us out but not really succeeding what to do so and having to ask Barb(the ultimate parental figure) for help, I feel like he'd have some little tricks up his sleeve.

when everything is soup.

↳ barbatos × gn!reader

↳ genre: hurt/comfort | wordcount: 600+ | warnings: none

↳ notes: so. when im exhausted i tend to say that everything is gravy (bc trying to move is like wading through a pool of gravy lmao) so i tried to do smth like that hgdsgjgdsfhj i tried to do hcs but then. 600 words appeared before my eyes lmao. also i think both swd and nb barbatos would go about this situation in really similar ways, so it might've been redundant to make two versions. anyway i hope this is sufficient ✨️ 🙏

barbatos was a patient demon.

the fall of his footsteps against the floor were slow in rhythm, soft in sound, and in any case, deliberate. he wanted you to know he was coming.

the gentle clink of his favorite china tea set on your nightstand told you all you needed to know about why he was in your room.

in your exhausted haze, you only barely felt him taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

"good morning, mc." he uttered softly.

but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. of course, he knew you were awake. at least, you assumed so. you found he was rather good at guessing things. despite facing away from him and being swaddled in blankets like a burrito, there was no way he wouldn't know, you supposed.

your ears picked up the trickling of liquid as barbatos poured in his cup of tea. a brief pause. then he poured a second cup.

a splash of guilt appeared in your chest. the tea was going to have to get cold then.

the entire house of lamentation had taken a turn coming by your room to wake you. they knew not to push too far; not after the day you had yesterday. but whatever today had in store for you seemed about as substantial as one of solomon's soups. fatigue tugged you down every other second, felt through the pounding of your head.

then again, you supposed barbatos wasn't just anyone, huh? part of you wondered how he'd try to convince you to get out.

the answer to that seemed to be.. nothing.

you heard him take a sip of his tea, and that was all.

seconds passed that turned into minutes. time moved like gelatin when one's mind was wrought in anticipation. and it only became worse with every moment that ticked by.

so you opened your eyes.

everything was blurry. naturally. you shifted ever so slightly, your knees moving closer to your chest. the comforter covering you inadvertently moved higher up over your face.

why wasn't he saying anything?

like clockwork, you heard another sip of his tea.

and slowly, you began to uncoil from your fetal position. you rolled onto your back, head slightly inclined towards him. you stretched your legs, a pleasant tingle traveling down to your toes. a soft exhale escaped you as your arms plopped back onto the mattress.

barbatos remained motionless as he spoke.

"good morning again."

a warmth flooded you at his voice. was that a joke?

"..mornin'." you murmured.

a slight turn of his head to you. "are you alright?"

you didn't know how to answer. instead, you rolled over again, blankets rolling with you due to friction. you moved to rearrange them while you figured out what would be most appropriate to say. the words seemed to drift from you as you reached for them. everything was soup.

"better.. i guess." you decided on, finally.

he finally moved to look at you fully. as always, the perfect picture of calmness and poise. but his voice was almost uncharacteristically gentle.

"take your time." he said, finally setting down his empty teacup back to the tray. "your tea will still be waiting for you whenever you decide you'd like to get up."

before you could say anything, his cool facade revealed a crack— an amused smile forming on his lips.

"and don't fret about it going cold. it's nothing a little heat spell won't fix. it's okay."

it's okay.

"..okay."

barbatos's smile grew at your affirmative. the sudden warmth of his affection matched the feeling that burst in your chest.

"i think i will be staying here for a while as well. would that be okay with you?"

for a second, you were too far in your head to respond; tossed into the soup, if you will. but you had your answer at the tip of your tongue the moment he asked.

"of course."

dividers from @/clutteredfun

#mine #my writing #fics #requests #¡ #obey me #om #omswd #om barbatos #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x you #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x mc #om barbatos x reader

[ticklystuff]

Hellou~ hope you're doing oke! It's been a while since I chatted with anyone here ^^✨️

I have teams for both so you get to pick~

Genshin team xiao (Boi is c5 now- so close to c6T-T), baizhu, yae and zhongli

And star rail is Blade, Kafka, Jing yuan and Argenti (the team makes no sense I'm sure but I roll with what I have^^)

ask game is closed!

hi mochi! i hope you've been doing well. i got xiao already, so pls take the rest of my luck to get him to c6 ✨ (congrats on c5 though! his c6 is very fun)

also i was dumdum and didn't see to just pick one team until halfway through so uhhhh have both LOL (also there are so many parallels in your teams: xiao/bladie are darker and aloof, miko/kafka are very gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss, zhongli/jing yuan are the senior citizens, and baizhu/argenti have flamboyant ways of speech but in different ways)

who’s the most ticklish character

xiao is the only right answer here hehehehe sometimes zhongli will reminisce about the old times when xiao was younger and he'd tickle him more often and HE DOES THIS IN FRONT OF MIKO AND BAIZHU and xiao is covering his ears and cringing while zhongli keeps talking and then he gets mad at zhongli and is like "you're embarrassing me on purpose" and zhongli swears he isn't (he is)

i am.. very biased and i'm going to put jing yuan here bc i love him and i think he would have the best laugh. like he doesn't try to hold back or stifle it so it freely flows and it's soft but also has that low growl to it that his normal voice has ahhhh i love it and him

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

hmmm i don't think this would apply to your genshin team! like even the craftier characters like miko people would assume she's ticklish because how is she good at it and how does she know all the good spots?? surely this means she's ticklish as well hmmm

oh i am putting bladie here because he is so intimidating and aloof but jing yuan and kafka KNOW the truth and the day they meet argenti they drag blade by the arms to him and jing yuan and kafka just smirk at each other and bladie looks at them puzzledly until he starts to feel their fingers scribbling up his sides and the sudden shift from his normal dead expression to a wide smile and outburst of laughter kinda freaks argenti out

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

xiao! but they go after him separately and he's always the default lee of the group. like zhongli might stealthily run his fingers along xiao's knee while the two are having tea and xiao will just suddenly spit his tea out and give zhongli a scowl. or baizhu will insist on giving xiao a checkup because of all the fighting he does and sometimes he'll sneak in a few pokes and when xiao giggles baizhu will be like "oho~ looks like your nervous system still works" and xiao just grumbles "i guess.." and i feel like miko would have a soft spot for him, so she goes easy on xiao compared to the other two. she loves to take him shopping because he's the only one that looks like he's ready for combat all the time so he needs more casual clothes, according to her, and she'll give a few pokes whenever he steps out of the dressing room in a new outfit and she can't help it because he always looks cute in whatever clothes she throws him in, especially any outfit that shows exposed skin ehe

oh this one also goes to blade lmao kafka and jing yuan are always at the ready to wreck him and the worst part is that he's so clueless whenever they're planning a tickle attack against him and he can't defend himself while laughing. argenti also joined along because "you have such a beautiful laugh, bladie~ 🌹✨" and blade wants to rip him to shreds

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

zhongli and miko! miko would absolutely go around revealing tickle spots in a very sly manner, but zhongli is a good man and doesn't like to do so. the only time when he puts his knowledge to good use is when he feels like xiao has had enough tickling. he'll suddenly pull miko or baizhu off of xiao and start wiggling his fingers and they're always caught off-guard because it's usually xiao on the receiving end of tickles

kafka and jing yuan! neither would go around revealing tickle spots, but kafka does use her knowledge as a threat to others. jing yuan is much more subtle, though, and the others aren't aware that he knows all of their weak points, so someone like kafka is always confused when the eepy general is always able to hold his own in a tickle fight

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

baizhu has ticklish ears and a ticklish neck! changsheng told xiao one day and she even proved it by flicking her little snake tongue around said areas. she would've revealed more but baizhu strangled changsheng to stop her

for all the times bladie has been tickled by kafka, he does have one thing over her. silver wolf told him one day that she does have ticklish shoulder blades, but he knows the potential consequences if he dares to try

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

xiao is a flop when it comes to tickling others and baizhu has like 0 energy 110% of the time lol so miko always thinks she has it in the bag bc zhongli serves big grandpa energy but then she's suddenly swept off her feet and in zhongli's arms as his fingers wiggle all over her good spots and she tries to squirm free but he's surprisingly strong

jing yuan for the same reason as zhongli! like no one expects it from him because he's always so drowsy and laidback but then it actually happens and he manages to pin them one after the other ehe~

which character has a kink for tickling

miko on some days, i think. like she'll experiment with it and sometimes she say does, but then other times it's no interest to her

oh kafka absolutely. like her whole thing is psychological warfare and she loves the mind games she can play when she involves tickling.

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

oki so i know i said earlier that changsheng would know some of baizhu's tickle spots, but he's never really been tickled by other people because of his frail state. it wasn't till he joined the team that miko gave him some tickles as part of a welcome ritual to the group (he was on the floor wheezing after a few pokes poor thing)

i think none of them! kafka and silver wolf get into tickle fights all the time, blade is tormented by kafka all the time, jing yuan got into tickle fights with all the members of the quintet, and i'm not too knowledgeable on the knights of beauty yet but argenti has such a handsome laugh i hope the rest of the knights tickled him all the time aklsdjf

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

not necessarily tickle fights but zhongli tickles xiao so much he just wants to see his boy smile. they've very sneaky and unsuspecting pokes or skitters of his fingers and the funny part is that xiao never expects them because he's very comfortable around zhongli (which makes things easy for zhongli nyehehe)

oh kafka and jing yuan bully blade all the time lol most of the time they'll fight blade alone but sometimes they'll tag team him. like, they don't even discuss getting blade, they just communicate by looking at each other and they just know and blade can never fight back because he's so incapacitated when tickled lol

#xiao #yae miko #baizhu #zhongli #blade #kafka #jing yuan #argenti #genshin impact #honkai star rail #tickling

[mmingooo]

hiyaaa <3 skz giving you their jacket bc u look uncomfortable headcannon plz

they give you their jacket to place on your lap -> stray kids ot8

-> warnings: mentions of reader being uncomfortable because a man is staring at them on channies part, also reader is gender neutral but uses skirts and dresses.

-> pairing: stray kids ot8 x gn!reader

-> genre: fluff, slight angst.

-> notes: hi anon! thank you so much for your request! (also thank you for sending it again lol), i hope you enjoy this! also, any type of positive feedback is very much welcomed! <3

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-> bang chan 방찬

you and chan had decided to go party, neither of you were big party goers, chan was always busy and you preferred to stay at home and watch movies and shows, so this was out of the ordinary for both of you.

the party was being thrown by a friend of yours, ans after many hours of trying to decide if you wanted to actually go or not, you decided you would only go if chan went with you, and to your surprise, he said yes almost immediately.

so here you were, sitting in your friends couch while making small talk with the people there.

you had chosen a dress that even though it wasn’t too reviling, you still felt uncomfortable and kept your hands on the end of your dress in an attempt to cover yourself and not flash anybody.

and your uncomfortable state was amplified when you noticed a man from across the room had been staring at you with hungry eyes. you felt disgusted and violated, and wanted nothing else but get up and leave, but you didn’t want to cut chan’s fun, since he had been talking to someone who was very interested in music production, so you just sucked it up.

chan noticed you shifting uncomfortably, and followed your gaze to the man who was eyeing you.

without saying a word, he took of his jacket and placed it on your lap.

“here,” he smiled at you.

“thank you”

“do you want to leave,” he whispers in your ear, you give the man a side eye and shake your head.

“no, don’t worry, i think he noticed you were with me”

chan turns his head to look over to where the man was standing and notices he’s gone.

“it sucks that he only left when he noticed that”

“yeah, but i’m used to it, don’t worry, go back to your conversation, it seemed interesting,” you kisses his cheek and he smiled.

“okay, let me know if you need anything”

“i will”

-> lee minho 이민호

the day was sunny, but not too hot, there was a nice breeze that accompanied the rays of sunshine and there didn’t seem to be too many people on the streets since it was sunday, so you and minho decided to go for a walk.

you wore a cute dress that matched with minho’s shirt and you set out for your afternoon walk.

after 20 minutes of walking the breeze picked up and it began lifting up your dress little by little.

your hands were alternating from being place on your lap and back, depending on where you felt the wind coming from, and with one of your hands being intertwined with minho’s, it was becoming harder to keep up.

in your back and forth, you didn’t catch minho’s eyes that noticed you struggling. he removed his hand from yours and used the jacket he had been holding on his other hand in case you got cold to wrap it around your waist, it wasn’t much, but the weight prevented the skirt from lifting up.

“thank you baby,” you smile at him and he nods.

“don’t mention it,” he intertwines your fingers again and resumes your walk.

he wasn’t a fan of big gestures, but you appreciated that he noticed small things and helped you out without you having to ask, and even though it was the bare minimum, you were grateful to be with someone who cared for you and your safety.

-> seo changbin 서창빈

your favourite band was on tour, and you had been set on getting a ticket one way or another.

your boyfriend changbin had been watching from his side of the couch as you excitedly waited for tickets to begin selling, and when the moment arrived, you asked him if he wanted to accompany you and changbin knew that even it he didn’t like the band, he would go anywhere if it meant he would spend time with you.

so now he found himself sitting next to you at the concert venue, he had been listening to you speak about your favourite song and go into great detail about why you liked the band since you got here. the sparkle in your eyes when you talked about them was something changbin could never be bored of, so he just let you speak until you got tired.

you had decided to wear a nice, casual, white dress, and it you hadn’t thought it would be a problem until the concert started and you began jumping from excitement while singing the songs.

it was rather uncomfortable since you were occupied enjoying the concert, but also making sure your dress didn’t roll up and reveal anything.

after a few minutes of struggling, you felt changbin wrap his arms around your waist, and you soon realized he was tying his jacket.

“thank you,” you peck his lips with a smile, he smiles back at you.

“of course, now enjoy the show,” he grabs you by the shoulders and turns to around to face the stage, where the band was now about to begin playing your favourite song.

-> hwang hyunjin 황현진

visits to the museum weren’t rare for you and hyunjin, it was a ritual to get up on the last sunday of the month and walk to a museum you picked the previous night.

you would think doing it every month would become tedious, but the truth is, you felt invigorated by the time you left the place. it inspired you to paint and plaster your emotions on the canvas, even if you weren’t that much of a painter and only began going because it was hyunjin who was seeking inspiration.

every time you’d go to the museum, you and hyunjin would separate and go look at different art pieces and then would inevitability find your way to each other.

you were sitting in front of a piece that caught your eye the second you walked into the room, it was an abstract painting of what seemed to be a meadow and it was painted with fluorescent colors, and even though they made the painting seem more alive, you could still sense a profound sadness.

you had to sit in front of the painting to admire it, and also because you became overwhelmed by the sentiments you percieved.

the skirt you decided to wear seemed a bit too short, because when you sat down, it went up a little tok high for your liking.

“here,” hyunjin places his jacket on your lap, you hadn't even noticed him walking into the room you were at, but were grateful for his quick thinking and thank him with a smile.

“you like the painting, huh?”

“what gave it away?,” you keep your eyes on the painting.

“you got that look in your eyes and you had to sit down to contemplate the art”

he knows you too well.

“true, and now i’m staring at two pieces of art,” you say staring directly into hyunjin’s eyes.

he giggles and covers his face.

“keep your eyes on the painting,” he says with a big smile.

-> han jisung 한지성

accompanying jisung while he composed and wrote songs was one of your favorite activities, even if it involved you having to sit in silence while your boyfriend worked.

you had been sitting on the couch for hours, scrolling through social media, watching videos and catching up on the latest episode of that one drama you’ve been watching. your butt hurt, that was the truth, so you decided to lay on the couch, you were wearing a dress, but didn’t put too much effort on keeping it from rising up, after all, you were with your boyfriend and you didn’t mind.

that is until one of his producers came into the room, you immediately sat up and greeted him respectfully, now here you were again, in the sitting position that was making you uncomfortable, all you wanted was to just lay down and sleep, but now that there was someone else in the room, you didn’t feel comfortable enough.

jisung noticed your expression, and quickly got up to grab the jacket that was in his backpack.

“here, place this in your legs and lay down, you seem tired”

“thank you baby, how long do you think until you’re done?”

“not too long,” he caresses your cheek, “now sleep”

you smile at him, and with the sight of him working hard on his new song, you drifted off to sleep.

-> lee felix 이필릭스

your group had finally gotten a nomination for an award. after a year of working hard on your music and presentations, you finally got nominated and would probably win, at least that’s what everyone else told you.

your stylist had decided on having you and your group wear beautiful naive dresses, all with their own distinctive highlight.

you had been sited by the staff in front of stray kids, you knew they were loud, but never this loud, you were telling this to one of your members while simultaneously trying to cover the end of your dress.

the staff had promised you all that they would bring blankets so you could cover yourselves, but they never came, so now you were both cold and uncomfortable.

“didn’t they said they’d be here soon?,” your member asked you in reference to the staff.

“yeah, i don’t know what’s taking them so long, maybe they’re helping out another group first, they’ll be here soon,” you assure them.

“hello,” you hear a male voice speak beside you, and when you turn around you see who seems to be felix from the group behind you, he looked prettier in person.

“hi,” you give him a warm smile.

“here, use this until they give you a blanket,” he hands you his blazer.

“oh no, no, don't worry about it, i’m sure they'll be here soon,” you assure him, “plus it's really cold, i don’t want to be the cause of you freezing to death,” you joke.

“no, it’s okay, i can stand some coldness if it means you’re comfortable, here,” he places the blazer on your lap and backs away with a smile, you thank him before he sits back down.

you know people were going to freak out about your little interaction and make all sorts of interesting rumors, but at least your legs were both protected and warm.

-> kim seungmin 김승민

car trips were your favorite form of travel, you loved rolling down the windows and feeling the wind hit your face, listening and singing songs until your throat hurts, and most importantly, chatting and joking around with whomever you were traveling with.

right now, it was a few of the members of stray kids and a few of your own friends, and for some reason, you felt like they were trying to set you up with seungmin.

yes, it was true that you had a bit of a crush on him, but you weren't planning on telling him or anything, you were too scared of what his answer might be, so you just kept your distance and tried to not be alone with him for too long, or else you feel like you’d just tell him how you feel and you did not want to ruin your friendship, at least not yet.

your friends knew this, but for some reason, they still felt like it was a good idea to sit you next seungmin for about 5 hours straight, you didn't know how you were going to survive this.

and so, you set out on your little spontaneous adventure.

it was all going well until your friends decided to roll the windows down, you had decided to wear a skirt, seeing as the day was going to be warm and sunny, but now you were regretting it, you kept trying to keep your skirt down, but it was becoming more and more difficult.

seugnmin noticed and quickly took of his jacket, placing it on your lap.

you look up at him surprised, “thank you, but are you sure you don’t need it?”

“i think you need it more than me,” he smiled.

you heard faint “ooh’s” from your friends in the back, but decided to ignore them.

maybe this trip would give you the courage you needed to finally confess your feelings to your friend, who knows, maybe he reciprocates them.

-> yang jeongin 양저인

jeongin had finally asked you out, you were as excited as one can be, he had told you to meet with on the park near your apartment, so at exactly 5 pm, you begin making your way there.

once you arrive, you text jeongin to figure out where you need to go now, and shortly after he replies giving you directions.

once you were a few meters away from him, you wave hello and he does the same, he had set a blanket below a big beautiful green tree, it had been your dream ever since you saw the tree from afar the first time you visited the park a while ago to have a date under it.

“hi, how are you?,” jeongin asks when you arrive to where he was standing, you admire everything he had set out and smile.

“i’m good, how are you?”

“good too, so, you wanna sit?”

although jeongin told you your date was going to be at the park, you thought maybe you’d sit on one of the picnic tables, so you chose a cute skirt to match your shirt, and now that you knew you were going to sit on the ground, you were going to sit in a rather strange and uncomfortable position.

after a few minutes, your legs began to cramp, jeongin noticed by the look of discomfort on your face.

“oh, i knew this would happen, so i brought a jacket,” he said while handing you it.

“what?,” you ask confused.

“you can cover your lap so you can sit more comfortably”

you can’t hide your smile and giggle.

“thank you, i really appreciate it,” you say while covering your lap and changing your sitting position, “so, where were we?”

#ꕥ stray kids #ꕥ ot8 #stray kids x you #stray kids headcannon #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #i.n

[alexxncl]

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs

i like to hc that levi has scales across his entire torso starting at the base of his neck

he'd always been really self conscious about them, especially directly after the fall, bc they made him stand out from the rest of his brothers.

he'd pick at them knowingly and subconsciously when he was anxious. mammon, luci, and asmo were the first to pick up on it, constantly trying to stop him from hurting himself when he was feeling overwhelmed

lucifer would ask him for help around the house, saying he needed his quick thinking for whatever task crossed his mind

mams would barge into his room unannounced to play games with him, losing on purpose but claiming he was just bad at gaming

asmo would invite him over for a spa day, carefully cleaning them and painting his nails, telling him that picking at the scales would cause his skin to chafe and the polish to peel off

he became more comfortable with them over time, and in the main storyline, he doesn't mind them nearly as much and almost dropped the habit of picking at them

mc always thought his scales were pretty, and he'd be happy to talk about them once he was comfortable enough around them to open up. he'd let them join in on his and asmo's spa days, becoming more comfortable in his skin

but he never really went into detail about the way he felt towards them when he first fell

when he and mc got close in nightbringer, they hung around him a lot more, realizing how he always covered up his scales both in public and in private

why didn't he show them off? they thought he was proud of them...

why was he picking underneath of his collar so much? why was his skin always so irritated?

had he really hated his scales that much?

they didn't want to pry, so instead of asking him about it, they started subtly (not so subtly) dropping compliments about how pretty they were, how they wish he'd show them more often, how unique they were, how he should be proud of them

he started showing them more often, and his brothers wondered what caused a shift in his attitude towards them

(this is so long i'm so sorry)

#i love levi sm #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me mc #obey me hcs

[eneablack]

some things that are happening rn 🦈 (since i’m not posting anymore, just wanted to generally update again, and maybe you guys can suggest some topics that i can cover)

i still have to channel my subconscious, i wanted to ask them what are my blockages now but i procrastinate bc i have zero motivation, i really need something to make me wanna do it.

i think there’s a trickster impersonating my deities and that is taking my energy. i started having nightmares (which is unusual for me now), my tarot cards are very confusing and opposing each other and giving me lots of negative cards and usually the devil is always there, then i have this strange feeling that i am not talking to my deities, and i feel kind of drained and unmotivated. this started when duchess astarte (astaroth) reached out to me so i’m not sure what to think. i’ll have to banish it if it keeps going this way.

i always had this feeling that i have a curse on me because of so many reasons, then i looked on the internet what are the signs and i find myself in literally everything. so i did a reading and i got confirmation which was not surprising, apparently it was an ex friend of mine that did it intentionally but i have no idea who that is. i asked astarte if she could help me and she accepted so i did a spell to remove the curse and be protected, which i think will work soon, i feel like i just have to wait a bit.

my current dr is still marauders/hogwarts but i’m feeling really nostalgic of my avatar dr, that place felt like home like no other dr i shifted to. i will probably shift there in summer or even spring since those seasons reminds me so much of pandora. can’t wait :(

i’m still manifesting my ideal life. i made a vision board and a script with a list of things i want, and i’m trying to keep a wish fulfilled state. i’m still luckily in a “god” mentality such as that i know i’m the creator of this reality, so it’s pretty easy for me to ignore the 3d now. it’s just that sometimes i still feel somewhat anxious that “what if i won’t manifest this?” which is normal, but i try to keep the right mindset. plus all of my deities are really hyping me up telling me that if i really just persist this time i will totally manifest it all in no time, i’m basically already there, and they seem so sure about this and i am too ;)

IM GOING TO THAILAND IN FEBRUARY AAAAA, i’m so excited bro istg i really am looking forward to this. i’ll be staying for two weeks so for that period of time (9th feb to around the 23rd) i won’t post anything, but it’s not really sure i mean maybe if i have some news or new ideas and i have free time then i might post, who knows.

i think there’s definitely more to say but i don’t know what so i’ll stop here. have a good day :)

#loa blog #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting #desired reality #law of assumption #manifestation

[mutable-manifestation]

"So he pasted on a stoic expression and gave a simple "No.""

Here's where we differentiated because I shifted to Damian's POV and kinda forced the matter. So we could Get Damian's perspective on Danny's cover." After that was the stuff I couldn't figure out because of this spot right here! Danny's answer had to be "no" the misunderstanding doesn't sink as well if it doesn't.

The memory of tests, the pre-established no-codewords *chef's kiss* because it is always going to be safer for Danny to make contact in some other way. With invisibility and intangiblity even more so.

Closing the box cutter like that, perfect. Danny knows better than to attempt to rival Damian, especially when he's under the assumption that Damian is still acting heir. Oof I can't think of any reason getting called back wouldn't spell trouble.

I love the slight implication with the evil billionaires list and tuckers unspoken question, to me it reads like Lex has also tried to clone Phantom. Which I don't think was intended but, it tracks! He totally would!

Tim's questions, Danny looking to Damian for orders. Yes. Just yes, perfection, right there in front of my face but the question didn't even occur to me. Wonderful.

Everything that follows, YOUR TAGS they look like my notes we were on the same wavelength I swear!

Do you have plans to keep going with this? Can we collab if you do?

See I couldn't bring myself to use the Damian POV because in my mind his internal dialogue would just be. Static.

Like, yes, he's a highly trained assassin. And idk too much about batman timeline but I've seen stuff about how he's had character growth and gotten better about things over time. If he came to them at 10 and he's 16 now, that's 6 years for his personal growth. Learning to care about people again.

But outside of missions the batfam are all hot garbage and personal interaction, and I imagine Damian's had enough growth by this point to get to the "people matter to me as more than murder tools/mission tolls" idea, but without any of the understanding of how to deal without a given context.

And with Danny, the context has always been "avoid/ignore."

Danny isn't a classmate. He isn't one of his adopted brothers that he has learned how to squabble/get along with over time. And, most of all, whatever Danny might believe, he is not a League member. Which leaves Damian with no framework for how to deal with him.

Damian had/has a hard enough time getting over his League training, how does he help Danny get over his? Especially when 10 years of it would have been training he did to himself.

How does he interact with someone he was raised to hold at arms-length^2?

So I figured doing his POV would be too difficult because I couldn't think of much beyond static, panicked rambling, and several mock-conversations on how to break it to Danny that the League is gone without him going off on a suicide mission against the coup-people.

Which is kind of a shame, because you could fit a lot of angst in ala grief for Danny's seemingly emotionless state and guilt for forgetting him (which, not Damian's fault the League just sucks, but people don't stop blaming themselves for things just because they know they don't need to. Emotions be cray).

"Oof I can't think of any reason getting called back wouldn't spell trouble"

idk why but this made me think of an AU version where Damian intercepted the letter but the League actually was calling Danny back at the time (no coup), so they try to find him in Nanda Parbat only to find the (fake) dead body to the resulting tune of: Batfam Grief Rampage Time (TM). Except the League called him back because they found out what he was leaving out of his reports (about the portal & tech, not about him being a halfa) so when the batfam go to Amity to talk to the Fenton's about their "dead" son Amity is walled off w/an anti-liminal shield & armed to the teeth waiting for assassins (bc u know the whole town is in danger of being conscripted after bathing in portal radiation for so long. Call that "League of Assassins Park" at that point - sans the whole cult aspect. Unless u count the Phantom Phans).

"I love the slight implication with the evil billionaires list and tuckers unspoken question, to me it reads like Lex has also tried to clone Phantom. Which I don't think was intended but, it tracks! He totally would!"

You know that really wasn't the implication I was going for, but I could totally see Lex trying to clone Phantom. Maybe he heard about the whole overshadowing thing and was like "yo loyal clone to control the actual superman is way better than a second superman that could (did) go rogue! And this one can even be a (former) human!!!"

"Tim's questions, Danny looking to Damian for orders. Yes. Just yes, perfection, right there in front of my face but the question didn't even occur to me. Wonderful."

Am basking in the positive feedback like a lizard in the sun thanks ☀️🦎🥰 

"Do you have plans to keep going with this? Can we collab if you do?"

I thought about making a follow-up, but the stuff others tagged on kinda satisfied the brain itch for me.

But! I could totally see this turning into a fully fleshed-out fic, and I think I'd enjoy writing for it, so if you want to make it happen I'd be happy to collab :)

#dpxdc