#i love Mr. Milk he's so sad

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Making Fiends crossover thing that I drew in 2019 but never posted. I wanted to draw more but never managed to, like Charlotte playing with Playtime and Vendetta being annoyed by two stupid girls, or Baldi butting heads with Vendetta and proving to be a challenge for her. XD

I actually had no idea that [this] was a thing at the time. XD

Something about the tone of Baldi's Basics and Making Fiends goes really well together to me.

#making fiends #baldi's basics #i love Mr. Milk he's so sad #crossover #my art #scheduled post

[toxicanonymity]

Midnight Snack.

3.4k slasher!Joel x f!reader

slasher Joel master list | spotify slaylist SUMMARY: Joel has dinner at his Mom’s house, then pays you a visit. A/N: Shoutout to @iamasaddie for the master list mood board magnets, @gasolinerainbowpuddles for the.edit, fridge magnet anon ask, @thesummerpetrichor , anyone I'm forgetting?  WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon unsafe p in v, creampie, light somnophilia, choking, degradation, home intrusion, manual restraint, spitting, toxic parental issues, angst/insecurity, changes POV, NO Y/N.  

“What are you doing here?” you ask. .He doesn’t answer, just breathes heavily. He’s scowling down at you with a fine mist of perspiration along his hairline. . . Over a long moment of silence, a charge passes between your eyes and his.  He tilts his head, wets his lips, and looks at your mouth. You reach for the back of his neck and feel the cold sweat under your palm. . .

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midnight snack

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“I said I’m good, Ma,” Joel grumbles as his mom puts another heaping spatula of casserole on his plate anyway. He sighs and pushes it around with his fork. 

“What’s got ya down, hun?”  

“Nothin’.”

“It’s a girl, ain’t it?” She smiles. “Knew it. Last time you were here, ya had that glow," she nods, then registers his sullen face again.  "It's okay, hun. Whatever it is, you'll work it out.". 

He hasn't stopped thinking about you since he was there. When he drives, when he showers, when he goes to bed, when he jacks off—he sees the desire in your eyes when you’re pinned against the counter. He sees your dripping hole stretched around his fist. He thinks about you every time he uses his wrench. Still smells like your filthy cunt. 

"Tell me 'bout her,” his mom urges. 

“Can't,” Joel mumbles. “Don’t got a girl.” 

His mom looks at him knowingly. She always sees right through him. He doesn’t like how close they are, but in a way, she’s his only friend.  He fails to suppress a little smile, then looks down shyly at his plate and finally takes a bite.  

She asks,  “How’d ya meet?” 

Joel gives her a half-serious cautionary look and keeps chewing. 

“Work?” his mom prods. 

Joel swallows, nods, and takes a sip of milk. “Gave'r a ride.” Two rides, really. Although you took the second one all on your own. And damn, it was good. He shifts in his seat. 

“Well, great,” his mom lights up. “When ya gonna see her again?” She dabs her mouth with a cloth napkin and stands up. 

“I dunno, Ma. . .She’s too good for me.”

She huffs, adjusts her glasses, then walks over. She playfully whips him on the shoulder with the fabric napkin, then puts her finger in his face. “Don’t you ever say that. No one’s too good for my boy.” She takes his glass to the kitchen and pours him some more milk, then sits back down at the table. 

“already left me once,” Joel grumbles.

His Mom’s face falls, then sours.  

“Then she’s not worth your time." She scoffs. Or anyone else’s." 

“She’s different, Ma," he mutters deadpan, then quieter, he adds, "Sometimes I think she likes me," with the slightest lift of his brow.  

Mrs. Miller's eyebrows shoot all the way up. "Well, she should!"

"'mixed signals." He’s saying too much, but he can’t stop. It’s not like he has anyone else to talk to.

"Bring'er for dinner," she suggests.

"Ain't like that," he sulks. "We don't-" He cuts himself off and sighs, sitting back in his chair. He puts his napkin on his plate. "Shouldn't'a mentioned it," he mumbles. 

His mom reaches across the table for his hand, and he gives it to her.  He looks at the delicate, paper-thin skin covering the veins on her hand. It makes him sad. He wants to bring a girl home. He wants to make his Mom happy. He doesn't come by enough.  She must be so lonely.  And he's the one who. . .no, his father deserved it, he reminds himself for the millionth time in his life. He didn’t love them, his mom said. Resentment begins to overtake his guilt. He doesn’t want to feel sorry for her. He steels himself and decides to feel nothing. 

"Look at me, Joel."  She looks him in the eye. "You're not gonna get a wife like this, honey." Joel swallows and looks down. She continues, "Don't be a quitter. She's yours if you want her." Don’t be a quitter. 

The buzzer for the laundry goes off. Mrs. Miller starts to head to the laundry room, but Joel stops her. "Feel like a loser when ya do my laundry." 

She shakes her head in disapproval and starts clearing the table instead. "My son. . .” she picks up both their plates. ". . .Is not a loser." 

Joel finishes his laundry, watches some tv with her while she knits, then pulls himself away.  His Mom sends him on his way with an old tupperware of casserole. "Go get her," she tells him with a wink.

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He wants to make a move.  He wants to fuck you again, but he isn’t sure how.  How do people do it? He doesn't know how to ask you out, or what you'd do together. Every time he thinks about it, he feels stupid, but he does wanna see you.  He wants to be inside you. He wants to make you purr, little sex kitten. 

At this hour, you’re probably out whoring, but he might as well drive by while he’s close.  All your lights are off, but your car is there. Hmm. He can't bring himself to go home. Don’t be a quitter.  He sits in his car at the end of your street. Last time he came over, it went pretty well. You wanted him to fuck you, and he did.  You wanted more, and he gave you more. Then he left before you could leave him. 

He feels like you’re special, but he really only knows a few things about you. Most importantly, you like the danger, you want the thrill, you want his dick, and you sure can take a cock. 

The only thing he can think to do is give you more of what he knows you want. Even if you're asleep, you'll be purring for it as soon as he drags you out of bed and pins you on the floor.  He pictures a knife at your throat. Not a big one, just his switchblade. 

He gets out of his car and adjusts his balls, spreading his feet for a moment. Then he starts walking to your house.  After a few seconds, he goes back to his car for the casserole. Maybe you'll have a midnight snack after he stuffs you full of his cock. He rolls his eyes at himself. That’s stupid. 

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There's a lamp with a dying bulb barely flickering on your back patio with a couple of moths fluttering wildly around it. Joel looks into your dark kitchen and scowls at his reflection in the glass. He holds the Tupperware under his elbow and picks the lock with ease. After stepping into your kitchen, he quietly slides the door shut behind him. His boots thud stickily as he takes his first steps on the linoleum. Do you ever mop? He holds his switchblade open in the air.  He’s headed toward the hall where he expects your bedroom is.  He inches through the kitchen--between the counter on his left and the stove on his right, until he gets to your fridge.  

The surface of the fridge is peppered with magnets--souvenirs, letters of the alphabet, bottle openers. It's silly. But a piece of paper catches his eye and he stops dead in his tracks.  It's pinned to the fridge by a "J," and an "X" and an "O." He blinks and squints, but his eyes don't deceive him. It's his drawing of you, legs spread wide open. His chest flutters looking at his sketch of your cunt hung proudly on your fridge. His dick twitches, and he inhales sharply. His mouth is watering.  He dips the tip of his thick pinky between his lips and dribbles a string of saliva on the paper, right between your legs. He tilts his head and admires the way your graphite cunt glistens.

You want him. You really want him. His body relaxes. He closes and pockets his switchblade.  He opens the fridge as quietly as possible and puts the casserole on the top shelf, pausing to survey the scant contents. Mostly condiments. Takeout containers. Beer. Expired orange juice. He closes the fridge. 

The microwave is hanging down from a cabinet to his left. He steps in front of it and bends his knees enough to push back his hair in the reflection. He stands up again, squares his shoulders, then prowls in silence to your bedroom. 

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The door is open. Of course it is. You want him.  His boots are quieter on your carpet.  He approaches the foot of your bed but doesn't get closer. You're occupying less than half the bed.  You're just as pretty in your sleep. All bundled up. He knew that already. He gets harder, recalling the time he woke you up with his cock inside you. God, you're sexy. How'd he get so lucky that a hot little slut like you wants him so bad?

He goes to the other side of your bed. His side. There’s a chair full of dirty clothes. He sits down on them and takes off his boots.  He stands up again and lowers the zipper of his jumpsuit, pressing down on his bulge to get the zipper over it without snagging. Then he peels the sleeves off and brings it down over his ass and meaty thighs. He lets it pool at his feet and steps out of it. 

He's left wearing a blue soft wash t-shirt, lighter blue striped boxers, and white socks with holes. He takes those socks off too. He approaches your bed, lifts the covers with care, and sees what you're wearing.  You're wearing the shirt–he recognizes its condition.  God damn, you really do want him.  

Joel gradually lets his weight onto your mattress as he slips under the covers. His heart races and his forehead is damp.  His cock is so hard just from being close to you. He lies there perfectly still on his side for a moment, watching your back as you breathe. Then he scoots forward, inch by inch, until his leg hair brushes your bare legs and you jerk in your sleep. 

"Shhh. It's just me," he whispers as he wraps his hulking arm over you.  He spoons you and lightly presses his hard cock against your ass. You moan in your sleep and push back, then he moans. 

You jerk in your sleep again, but this time you don't relax. You startle awake.  You gasp and whimper. Your limbs thrash, and his arm tightens around you. You squeal, and his massive hand covers your mouth.   He wasn't expecting your feisty side, kitten. He came to give you what you want. 

Why don’t you want him anymore?

-----you-----

Pure instinct kicks in when you wake up with someone in your bed. Your heart is pounding, you thrash and  kick with all your might trying to get away. He covers your mouth and repeats “It’s me, sweetheart. God damn.” He sounds confused and irritated at your reaction. His voice is familiar, but it takes you a moment to place it, despite thinking about him all the time in waking life.  It's like your subconscious hasn't caught up with reality, and can you blame it? 

"Would you stop? Damn," he pants, getting more irritated as you continue to struggle and his arm tightens more, compressing your chest.  What did he expect breaking into your house and getting into your bed?

You feel his hard dick press against your loose sleep shorts and get butterflies in your core, even as you continue struggling. He backs up for a moment and the pull of his arm forces you onto your back.  He pins you with his left forearm on your chest and aggressively yanks down your shorts then kicks them all the way off before getting between your legs. His hard cock lays against your clit, separated only by his boxers, and you're throbbing. Your efforts to free yourself get weaker and weaker until you’re just lying there, staring up at him, your chest getting sore under his arm. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask. He doesn’t answer, just breathes heavily. 

He’s scowling down at you with a fine mist of perspiration along his hairline. He presses his cock against your mound again. Over a long moment of silence, an electric charge passes between your eyes and his.  He slightly tilts his head and looks at your mouth. You reach for the back of his neck and feel the cold sweat under your palm as you pull him down, drawing his face to yours. 

Your mouths meet but don't seal, and you find your lips reaching for his, wanting something to hold, something to suck–but he devours you without granting you any bit of control. You whimper as he kisses you hungrily, hard cock throbbing against your aching clit. He kisses you sloppily, biting your lower lip, dragging his tongue across it to the corner where he pauses and presses his teeth into your cheek and grunts with a slow thrust against you. Then he drags his lips and tongue down your jaw as you tilt your chin up.

He latches onto your neck with an "mm" and his hips begin to grind his thick erection against you at a slow rhythm. He grunts and his breath is humid with a moan against your neck before he latches onto it again. You feel the delicate skin bruising under his mouth while your pussy is gushing wet. You tilt your hips and wrap a leg around him. He groans at your slick, throbbing cunt against his cock. 

He murmurs into your neck, “God damn, you’re a slut for my cock,” then chuckles. “Aren’t ya, kitten?”

He lifts his pelvis off you to massage your cunt aggressively with his hand. You whine and he gives a low whistle.  Then he urgently takes his boxers down and you help him, curling a toe into the waistband once his boxers get down to his thighs.  You drag your foot down between his legs to his feet, taking his boxers with you. . He kicks them off the rest of the way. Before he lays his hips back into you, you reach for his balls, longing to feel the heft of them. It sends a bolt of desire through you. Fuck. 

"What's wrong with you?" You ask, but you're really asking yourself.  You’re asking yourself why you've got this sicko in your bed, someone unhinged enough to break into your house not once but twice and all you want is his cock. 

"Me?" He asks. "the fuck is wrong with you?" He wraps a hand around your throat. “Playin’ games with me,” he growls bitterly. “Ya want it, ya don't, ya want it–” you cough under his grip as he reads your eyes, then he whispers, "want it" with a small nod, and takes his hand away.

He notches his tip at your entrance then breathes, "don't ya?--uggghh" As he shoves into you. “Want it, you’ll get it,” he pants as his cock parts your walls. His cock spreads you wide open as he gives you his full length, and you gasp as he bottoms out. He withdraws a few inches and hangs his head to watch you swallow him back up.  

"God damn," he murmurs.  "Forgot how tight ya were before."  Your clit twitches at the thought of the wrench. 

Then his eyes come to your chest and the ripped shirt he gave you. He moans at the sight of your nipple poking through one of the slashes and he covers it with his mouth as he fucks you.  His wide tongue drags under your nipple and wets the curled edges of the slash in the shirt before his lips seal around your nipple.  He brings his hips back and pushes into you again, sucking and moaning into your tit. Your eyes fixate on his triceps nearly bursting out of his sleeves and that’s the first time it hits you that he was already in sleepwear. He undressed and got in bed with you. God, he’s weird. And you. You're. . . You don't know, but your hands are gliding on their own over his muscular back, feeling him flex as he pounds you. 

You find your fingers curling under the bottom hem of his shirt and he reaches one hand behind his back to help you remove it. You can't see much, but when the angle shifts, the moonlight catches enough to tell you his body has really been through it. When his head dips to your neck again you watch his hulking back muscles and see lines whiter than his skin. At least a dozen, overlapping lashes. You run your hand over it and the slight change in texture makes you wince with the confirmation. No telling how old they are. 

On his front, there’s a short straight line near his shoulder and a longer, thinner one on his side, curving around near his v muscle. Your thumb drifts to that one. Joel shivers at the touch, then slams his hips into you harder. You quickly abandon it, sliding your hand up his side, then to his pec. A wicked smile spreads across half his face as your hand runs across his chest. "Y'ain't scared, are ya?" He asks, breathing heavily with his cock dragging heavily in your dripping wet cunt. 

“No.” You thumb his nipple. 

He lowers himself and lets the weight of his middle onto you with a sigh, still railing his length into you. You wrap both legs around him, and he breathes "yeah, mmmgg baby, yeah" as he fucks you deeper. 

Your nipples go fully erect. "Fuck," he breathes when he feels them.  He grinds against your clit as he fucks you, and you feel a climax looming. The thought crosses your mind whether he's going to kill you one of these days and your chest erupts in goosebumps. Your face feels cold. 

As though reading your mind, he says, “don’t whore around on me” He reads your eyes then adds, "n' you'll be fine," with a small nod, a brief smile, and harsh thrust. 

You can't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it.  The implied monogamy–on your side, at least. When he registers your amusement, his smile fades into a scowl and his eyes turn black. He grabs your jaw, squeezes it open, and spits in your mouth.  He grabs your hand off his chest and pins both your wrists harshly above you, holding them there with one massive hand as he fucks you harder, angrier. He looks down where your bodies meet, and he watches you take his cock again, breathing heavily, sighing and moaning.

Eventually his sour mood subsides, replaced by renewed marvel at your body. "Sure can take a dick." Your hips lift into him, seeking more pressure for your clit, near the edge.  "Didn't bring my wrench." He glances around your bedroom.  You moan at the thought of him shoving something inside you. Your walls twitch, and the deep groan that leaves his mouth is too much.  You grab his ass and pull him deeper using your hands and your legs.

"Fuck, Joel," you breathe, and a new softness spreads across his face. 

His mouth falls open and he whispers, "yeah, sweetheart." You bite your lip and groan as a huge orgasm seizes you. "Yeah," he whispers and his eyes map your face as your walls clench around him. "oh fuck," he pants as you cum on his cock.  "Fuck," he breathes again, "fuckin love this cunt," he looks you in the eye.  "Ohhhh," he groans and begins to pulse inside you. He lowers his face to your neck again and you keep cumming, your body jerking into his. "Yeah, fuck," he manages into your neck as his balls empty into you. "Mmmmm" he thrusts slowly one more time like he can hardly stand the pleasure. 

He pushes himself back up to look at you and shudders as you squeeze him with an aftershock.

"'s'okay," he whispers and brushes your temple with his thumb. “ruin ya in the mornin'” In the morning? He wants to stay over? "God you're hot," he chuckles, cock still inside you. After a long moment of silence, he slides his cock out of you and you wince at the void. He lays on his stomach and drapes his arm over you. Your heart races and you can only hope he doesn’t feel it. You don’t want him in your bed right now. He's a novelty and he has to stay that way. Yeah it was fun, it’s been fun. It’s fun. You have his stupid drawing on your fridge, like a wild memory, a souvenir. But this. . . this is unsettling.  

You can't get attached to this sicko. But you know better than to try to make him leave.  He gets that look in his eye sometimes, and you just don’t know.  You take deep breaths and try to plot how you’ll get out of this in the morning. You can say you have to work. Yeah, you’ll say you have to work.  Eventually, you drift off under the weight of his arm. 

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

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Back to usual. 

You say goodbye to Joey with an especially clingy hug. She’ll be gone back to campus by the time you get home. Her short visits always leave you a bit sad.

You arrive at Nick’s place and let yourself in. The remnants of the prior day’s get together are still littered over the dining room table and throughout the front room. There’s more in the kitchen.

You gather the empty glasses and a few bottles with varying amounts of liquid still inside. You scrape plates into the pin and sweep napkins in after them. You fill the sink with warm soapy water to wash it all when you hear the soft but clumsy pad of feet on the stairs. They’re too light to be Nick.

You have the coffee brewing in anticipation of your boss’ hangover. The aroma wafts into the air as the machine clicks. A figure appears in the doorway and you turn to greet the woman in her sleek but wrinkled dress. This isn’t unexpected either.

“Good morning,” you greet her stunned eyes as she blanches.

“Um, I’m sorry, I was only–”

“Coffee?” You offer her as you open the cupboard, “look like you need it.”

“N-no, I… should go. Is there a Starbucks around here?” She croaks.

“No need, I can do lattes,” you offer, “he’s got this ridiculously expensive machine.”

“Er,” she looks down at the heels dangling from her hand then back to you, “sorry, are you… do you live…”

“I work for Mr. Fowler. Just the maid,” you assure her. Her assumption fills your chest with an unspent laugh. You’re far too old for Nick. Besides, the concept is ridiculous.

“Oh…” her single syllable dangles.

You pour her a cup and turn to offer it to her. Her mouth slants in a guilty smile. She shambles forward and accepts the mug.

“You take sugar, cream? Maybe some Advil?” You suggest.

“Oat milk? And yes please, my head is pounding.”

“Right, he has almond milk,” you open another cupboard and pluck out the ibuprofen, “or whole milk.”

“Almond is fine,” she accepts as you rattle the bottle.

“One or two, hon,” you ask as you approach her again.

“Two, please,” she inhales the scent of the coffee and sighs, rubbing her eye socket before extending her hand to take the tablet, “the whole bottle if I could.”

“Ugh, yeah, I don’t miss those days,” you hum and cap the bottle.

You put it away and go into the large fridge, taking out the carton of almond milk for the woman. You take it to her as she approaches the island to clink down the coffee. You watch as she adds the milk and takes a slender spoon from you to stir it in. She takes her first sip and moans before tossing back the pills.

“Coffee good?” You prompt proudly.

“Oh, yeah,” she looks up at you, “yeah, it’s great.”

“Took me a while to master the beast,” you point to the machine. “I finally got my ristretto down, too.”

She gives a nervous laugh and gulps again, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “you’re nice… really nice. Why?”

You blink at her question. It makes you wonder, was Nick not nice? That’s not really any of your concern.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrug and turn to the full sink, “you’re a guest.” You plunge your hands in and scrub the porcelain, “plus, you kinda remind me of my daughter. I’d like someone to treat her nicely too.”

“Ah,” she accepts, “that’s really sweet.”

“It’s human, I hope,” you open up the dishwasher to slide in each plate.

“You really… didn’t have to make me coffee,” she murmurs.

You peek over at her as she stares into the depths. She seems sad but that might just be the hangover. You continue your work as you reply.

“It was already on. If you’re hungry–”

“Please, no, that’s okay,” she declines with a wave, “I think… I think I’ll just finish this and get an uber. Maybe go call my mom.”

“Well, you let me know if you need anything before you go,” you chime as you hook glasses into the top rack of the dishwasher.

You finish the dishes and grab a damp cloth to go wipe the table down. You stop by a few other surfaces to clear away rings from the finish and return to the kitchen. As you enter from the dining room, Nick appears in the other.

The woman faces him as she grabs her shoes, “hi.”

He growls and lumbers over to the coffee machine. He sees the mug waiting for him and peers into its empty body. You clutch the cloth in your hand as you watch his naked back tense. He wears nothing more than a pair of briefs. At most, you’ve seen him shirtless when he needs some stitches.

“More coffee?” You offer the woman.

“No, I should go,” she peeks at him nervously.

“Alright, well, you take care,” you bid her and take her cup.

“Thanks,” she says and skulks to the door, “bye, Nick.”

“Mmm,” he flicks his fingers at her as he pours himself a cup.

You narrow your eyes at his shoulder blades. That wasn’t very polite. Well, it isn’t your job to be his mother, even if it feels like it sometimes.

You put the almond milk away as he turns to lean in the corner of the counter. He presses the porcelain to his forehead and groans. You shake out the cloth over the sink and rinse it out.

“You have a daughter,” he states plainly. A question but not really.

“I do,” you answer evenly.

“I didn’t know that,” he says.

You shrug, “guess it never came up.”

"You’ve worked for me for three years…” he mutters.

“You never asked,” you say lightly, “it’s fine.”

He lowers the cup and slurps loudly. He swishes the coffee around before he swallows thickly.

“Your husband okay with you working twelves?”

You chuckle, “sir, really, it’s fine.”

His curiosity is not usual. You stick to the expected, the manageable. You don’t stray outside the lines. You’re friendly but you’re not overfamiliar. He always seemed to prefer that. He enjoyed talking about himself far more.

“You were busy yesterday,” he shifts his weight to one foot, his muscled chest rippling.

“I suppose as busy as you,” you roll in the racks of the dishwasher and add soap before closing it up.

“I… interrupted your plans?”

“Sir, it’s fine, I had a good day off and now I’m back,” you insist, “are there any other messes I need to worry about?”

He tilts his head and exhales deeply. His cheek dimples as he considers you. The cut on his head is exposed but not as bad as it was, though the bruise under his eyes has only gotten darker.

He scoffs as a smirk slants his lips, “sure. You could change my bed sheets.”

“Sure,” you accept breezily, repressing the glimmer of concern at the base of your skull. 

Something about his response seems trite, as if he means to insult you. You’re an adult, you’re less than shocked at his after hours play. By now, you’re quite used to it. He’s in his prime, he’s well off, and he’s handsome by anyone’s measure.

“You could try some witch hazel,” you touch your cheek then point at his, “for the bruising.”

“I can handle it,” he retorts and pushes himself away from the counter, “enough chattering. Get to work.”

🥃

You knock on the office door and wait for an answer. The little device you keep clipped to your belt is still buzzing with Nick’s demand. He calls to you from within and you enter.

“Sir?” You greet him.

“What took you so long?” He growls.

He’s in a foul mood. He has been all day. He can be gruff, you’re used to that, but today, he just seems prickly. His romp must not have been much fun. Come to think of it, his partner had been all too eager to flee.

You shake away the intrusive thoughts and clear your throat, “I was in the laundry room. Sorry.”

“My head is pounding,” he rubs his temples.

“Right, sir, I’ll bring you Advil and some water–”

“Don’t treat me like a child,” he snarls.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I’m a lot older than your daughter, so cut it out.”

“I wasn’t– sir, I’m sorry.”

“Go, get the pills,” he shoos you, “and call Rhonda.”

You nod and leave him. Wow. You don’t think he’s ever spoken to you like that. The mention of Joey also puts you off. Why is he so concerned? Most people could look at you and assume you have a kid or too. At your age, with your hips…

You go downstairs to retrieve the Advil and a tall glass of water. You climb back upstairs and follow the airy hall down to your office. As you enter, he sits with his head in his hands, his elbows on the desk. You don’t say a word as you set down the glass and pills.

He doesn’t move. You back away slowly and pull out your cell phone. You’ll call the masseuse, she should be able to work out the tension.

As you get to the door, he growls and his chair squeaks.

“You said something, about witch hazel,” he snarls.

“Uh, yes,” you face him, “it’ll take down the bruising.”

He narrows his eyes, the gesture tweaking his swollen cheek. Even battered, he isn’t unattractive. And the woman in his kitchen was just as gorgeous. So you find it hard to fathom why he’s in such a mood.

“Would you like me to get it for you, sir?” You ask, trying not to sound too pandering.

“Sure, whatever.”

You sweep away and go down the hall to the cabinet. You keep everything stocked well. Part of your job is inventory. You’ll have to go through the liquor bottles later and see what needs replenishing too.

You return to him with the witch hazel and a bag of cotton balls. You place them on his desk as he leans his head against the chairback, his eyes closed. You step back on your heel and his eyes pop open.

“Would you mind?” He motions to his face.

“Sure,” you take the cotton balls and pull one out.

You uncap the dark bottle and dampen the cotton with the liquid. His eyes close again as you sidle closer and you dab gently along his cheek. He flinches, just once, then stills. It must be cold. 

His eyes flick open again and startle you as you retract your touch. Awkwardly, you move away and gather up the bottle and bag of cotton balls. He’s quiet as he leans forward to grab the bottle of pills.

“I should’ve guessed,” he says as he shakes two tablets out, “that’s what I do. I read people. You’re a mother, for sure. She’s older, isn’t she? College? You had her young–”

“Sir,” you sniff, uncomfortable.

“Just the one. And you didn’t answer me when I talked about your husband so he must be out of the picture. Divorced. About the time you came around here, huh? You need the job after the messy break up,” he suggests as he wags his finger with a knowing grin, “probably another woman, huh?”

You blink. You’ll let him think what he wants. His opinion of your marriage isn’t important. It won’t do to correct him anyway. He doesn’t really seem to care, he just wants to wound. You just can’t figure out what you’ve done to deserve it.

#nick fowler #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #blurred lines #the 355

[windsweptinred]

Dear Mr Sandman....

(A cold December evening, in a small cozy flat above the New Inn, London.)

Hob: So... My Saturday girl, Rachel. She volunteers at the local library, helps with afterschool sessions. I... may have suggested an activity for the kids. You, Mr Sandman have mail!

Dream:.... Mail?

Hob: (Hands over a neat stack of letters and a small accompanying box). Yup! These are for you!

(Dream carefully unfolds the top letter and begins to read...)

Dear Mr Sandman

Thank you very much for all my dreams this year. My favorite was the one with the bubble rhinoceros. I have drawn a picture of him for you. I hope you like it. Mummy says if I draw anymore of my dreams she'll leave them on the kitchen table for you to collect. Sorry if our dog Charlie barks at you when you come, he likes to bark at strangers but is really friendly. You can find his ball in the top draw. He'd love to play with you. I've told him to be a good boy and you'll give him nice dreams.

Love from

Rosalie Mitchell and Charlie the dog

Dear Mr Sandman

Thank you for all your hard work this year. You must be really busy giving everyone dreams. Do you know Santa and the Tooth Fairy? We always leave Santa milk and cookies and the Tooth fairy teeth to say thank you. I didn't know what you liked so I gave Miss Feean a tub of my favorite magic sand. It's rainbow coloured so should make really good dreams. If you like it, tell Miss Feean and I'll ask Daddy to get some more for you.

Alex Southerns

Dear Mr Sandman

Thank you for letting me still see Grandma when I'm sleeping. I miss her alot. She looks very happy so I know you and the angels are taking good care of her. Tell her Amy says to give you a big hug from me. She gives the best hugs.

Thank you

Amy Haywood

Dear Mr Sandman

Thank you for my dreams. Except the one about the angry dinosaur, I don't like that one. Can you tell him to leave me alone as he is very mean and makes me upset. Are nightmares very naughty dreams? We have red and yellow cards at school. If you're a bit naughty, you get a yellow card and if you're very very naughty you get a red one. You should do that. And give gold stars to all the dreams that are really good. Tell the dinosaur I'll give him my gold star I got for my spelling test if he is good.

Big hugs

Louise Winters.

Dear Mr Sandman

Thank you for looking after me this year. I'm sad a lot, Henry Oakwell in year 6 is really mean to me. And I find school really hard. I'm not good at my school work and don't have a lot of friends. Mummy has to work a lot and I don't want her to worry about me. But you always give me really nice dreams that make me feel really happy. Being the Sandman sounds lonely, are you lonely? My Teddy really helps me when I'm lonely. I can't give you my Teddy but I've made you one out of playdough. Its ear feel off but Miss Feean says she'll put it back on with some glue. I hope he's really nice to you and is a good friend like my Teddy.

From

Tommy Brien

Dream: I don't understand?

Hob: Well, if Santa gets all that praise for one night of wish fulfillment, I reckoned you deserved a little acknowledgement for doing it since the dawn of time.

Dream....May I keep these?

Hob: They've got your name on them Duck. And I'm sure there's more where that came from.

Dream: I.... (Subtly tries to wipe a tear aside) Thank you.

Hob: (Smiles softly) Don't even mention it darling.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #mini fic #Little extra: the day the Corinthian gets a gold star for being good is lowkey the best day of his life

[boydepartment]

･:*: 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝𓇼 enhypen masterlist ⋆꙳• °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Jungwon boyfie texts

spilled milk (oneshot- requested 💓)

pastry (oneshot- comfort)

type of guy who…

Heeseung boyfie texts

type of guy who…

charity work (oneshot- fluff?? i dunno tbh ahha)

boring draining tedious company party (oneshot- fluff)

Jay canteen (oneshot- fluff)

boyfie texts

you’re smiling (oneshot- fluff(grumpy x sunshine)- requested💗

type of guy who... - requested💗

boyfriend(oneshot- jealous jay)

spoiled rotten (headcanons) - requested 💗

cherry(oneshot- pg-14) - requested💗

Jake Condensation(oneshot- fluff) requested💓 boyfie texts masks off? (oneshot- fluff)

speak now(oneshot- fluff)

why couldn’t i be(oneshot- comfort)

my only love(smau- ONGOING)

family card(oneshot- angst) requested 💗

type of guy who...

what a coincidence(oneshot- fluff)

Sunghoon broken skate(oneshot- fluff)-requested💓

missed performances(oneshot- fluff)- requested💓

your voice baby!(oneshot- fluff)- requested💓

tell me baby!(oneshot- fluff) -requested💓

dog walker (oneshot- fluff- feat. yang jungwon)- requested💓

boyfie texts

when he misses you(headcanons-fluff) - requested 💓

knee pads(oneshot- fluff)- requested💓

Sunoo bittersweet (smau, COMPLETED)

past memories(oneshot- angst to fluff) -requested💓

boyfie texts

Ni-Ki RIKI SHUT UP(oneshot- fluff) -requested💓

Turn around(oneshot- fluff) -requested💓

the view(oneshot- fluff) -requested 💓

boyfie texts

come up with lies(oneshot- angst) -requested 💓

type of guy who… -requested 💓

time (oneshot- angst/fluff)

three strikes (oneshot- fluff) - requested 💓

@ iluvmygf (series/smau- ONGOING)

All Members (mostly text-fics)

boyfie texts -> pt 2

boyfie texts after an argument -requested 💓

boyfies after a long day - requested 💓

when you’re jealous - requested💓

when you simp over the background dancers- requested💓

when you're insecure

rich headcanons -requested 💓

when you take your promise ring off -requested💓 -> PT TWO

accidental text confessions -requested💓

enha as animal crossing villagers

enha as stardew valley characters

enha as disney characters

enha as taylor swift songs

enha roadtrip headcanons

calling enha pretty

enha as sad songs

enha texts when your parents are arguing

enha as texts -> pt 2 -> pt 3 -> pt 4

enha as cars characters

enha as middle school songs

“i’m in love with you.”

“i love you in every universe.”

enha texts when you shut down

enha texts when you’re a christmas nut

enha texts + scénario when you ask them to call

enha texts when their christmas présent gets spoiled

enha texts + scenario when you call them in danger - requested 💓

enha texts + scenario when you’re failing a class- requested 💓

enha texts + scenario comfort - requested 💓

enha texts being down BAAAD - requested 💓

enha texts being WHIPPED - requested 💓

Asks

who runs up and hugs you all goofy

who’s clingy in the morning

games with sunghoon :)

goofy ass

boxing match gf

you are so pretty

themed bandaids

barbie

ur so pretty :(

oOooOoooOO

old man

blushing

i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

karaoke king

mr fanfiction

😙 kiss

emphasis on lol

skirt protectors 3000

i’m eating concrete

[adorerry]

A bouquet a day keeps the sadness away. | H.S 

Pairing: boyf!harry styles x reader  

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: you have been feeling a bit down recently so harry decides to add a special something into his daily routine in hopes to make you feel better

Warnings: tiny mention of depression at the start, PURE FLUFF! (p.s I literally know nothing about flowers, so hashtag don’t hate the flowers I chose pls xx) 

a/n: stay til the end for a surprise ;) if you would like to be added to my tag list please pop me a message in dm's or in my requests/talk to me box :*

With seasonal depression just around the corner, your moods have swooped down a load recently. Instead of going for your daily runs and gym sessions with harry, you stayed in bed and binge watched Netflix all day, crying over the smallest things ever and overall having no motivation to do anything. Other people might think it's pathetic, but Harry had immediately noticed your change of moods and knew he had to do something about it straight away. Even on days when u felt at your very best, Harry still managed to slip the odd compliment and reassuring quote in just to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. That’s when harry got the bright idea of doing something small for you each day of the week just to remind you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you. 

Monday. 

You woke up, mind groggy, rolling over to feel an empty space where harry usually lays. Rubbing your drowsy eyes, you opened them to see Harry's side of the bed neatly tucked in, pillows perfectly fluffed up, no creases in the sheet. Everything was perfectly in place except for him. Where was he?  

Groaning to yourself, you stretch your legs out of the bed and trapse along to the kitchen. 

Your eyes rapidly tearing up at the scene in front of you. A huge bouquet of sunflowers with a note peeping out from the top. 

“My sweet sweet angel. I'm sorry for not being there this morning when you woke up, but I had to rush to the studio. Duty calls... :( I hope you're feeling a bit better this morning, text me as soon as you finish reading this note. Let me know how you are! I got you these flowers as a reminder of all the happy times we have together. I did my research and apparently sunflowers represent happiness, and I'm hoping they make your happiness shine out. I’ll never fathom how you are mine; you are everything I ever hoped and dreamed of. Keep being your beautiful, pleasing self. Shouldn’t be too long... don't miss me too much. H x” 

Tuesday. 

Every Tuesday morning harry would go out for meetings with his team, so you weren’t really surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again. When he arrived back home yesterday, he smothered you in kisses and cuddles while insisting you guys ordered a takeout and had a movie night and that’s exactly what you did. 

Pouring your milk, you heard the doorbell ring as you pranced over to the door not expecting any deliveries today. “Delivery for Mrs Styles?” The delivery man questioned. Your face immediately beginning to flush a red tone as you accepted the parcel. Mrs styles.. It has a nice ring to it you think to yourself as you open the box to yet again another bouquet of flowers with a note. 

“Hello baby, hope you're having an amazing morning. I also hope you didn’t mind the delivery man calling u Mrs styles... I really need to make that official soon huh. I’ll be home a little later today, please take care of yourself throughout the day. Maybe go for a little walk to clear your head? Mum said she will meet you if you pop her a text, maybe go to the small café you like? My treat ;) Hope you like the roses. They symbolise love, and that’s exactly why I got them. I love you so much you never fail to fill the empty gaps in my heart. See you tonight lovie. H x” 

Wednesday. 

Yesterday afternoon you spent it with anne having a catchup, both of you agreeing to go out shopping today, and last night cuddled up with harry in bed chatting about life and how the team was treating him. Surprisingly on one of your only mornings waking up next to harry, you were the first to be awake and out the house. Due to his busy schedule, it was another late night at the studio for harry but you didn’t mind as you knew he was doing things he loved.  

When you arrived back home you saw yet again another box waiting for you to open it and pick it up. Taking everything inside you let out a slight laugh as you opened the box to a huge bouquet of lavenders. Obviously, it wasn’t a bouquet without the famous note... 

“I hope you're not sick of my flower sending yet :( Woke up this morning and you weren’t there, felt a little deflated that I couldn’t smother you in kisses to wake you up but mum text me saying she took you shopping which made me feel way better. It’s so lovely seeing the two people I care for the most bonding and spending time together, and that’s why I've sent you these beautiful lavenders. They symbolise peace and you may be wondering why I have sent you flowers for peace? I want your beautiful body and brain to give you a break from all the stressful thoughts wandering them. I hope today brought you so much peace and I can assure you the future will too... I love you my precious girl. H x” 

Thursday. 

Surprise surprise, another morning without harry. This morning he left for training day with brad. You really wish you were there to witness harry in training mode but instead you found yourself once again opening another bouquet of flowers. 

“Hi lovie, this is a short one today. I'm sorry... This short note is worth it as tomorrow is unfortunately the last flower bouquet day. I know, I know I can hear your sobs from here but don’t worry darling it will all be worth it I just need you to trust me.. Which is why I got you freesia flowerers today. They symbolise trust and I'm needing you to trust me with everything you have. I’ll see you tomorrow, love you millions. H x” 

Friday aka The last flower day. 

You felt the bed dip as you made a lazy attempt to open your eyes as you felt the immediate kisses harry started planting all over your face. 

“G’mornin’ lovie. Y’gonna wake up for me?” he questioned swiping the stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear. 

“Mhm” you replied turning over and slowly dozing back to sleep as you felt harry pick you up taking you somewhere in the house. 

It took harry 10 minutes to wake you up, once he was successful you looked at your surroundings to see you were in the living room. 

“Got you a coffee anndddd your very last bouquet box” he said placing down both the coffee and box Infront of you 

“You really didn’t have to do this for me H.. but I really appreciate it so thank you” you leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek as you turned back around eagerly opening the box to see what’s inside the last one. 

You opened the box to the most gorgeous flowers you had ever seen but felt a pang in your heart when you didn’t see a note, harry noticed your frantic looks as he reached over and grabbed a handwritten note. 

“I felt like a handwritten one is better for today's note, feels more personal?” he said with a slanted smile placed on his face. You began to read the note as you hear harry rustling around behind you. 

“Good morning gorgeous... I felt like a handwritten note was the better option for today. A week today will be our 5-year anniversary. I can’t even begin to thank you for all the astonishing things you have done for me these past 5 years, I most definitely wouldn’t be here without you, you are my muse... So, thank you thank you thank you. I really hope you like my choice of today's flower’s, il explain to you what they symbolise in a second. You have showed me how to love and what true love feels like, and I will continue giving you everything I have until my very last day on earth. These flowers are my personal favourites... They are called calla lilies, and they symbolise marriage. I love you I love you I love you. So, what I'm trying to say is...” 

“Y/n..” you turn around nearly giving yourself whiplash, seeing the love of your life on one knee your eyes start welling up as your hands automatically cover your mouth in shock. “Will you marry me?” 

You desperately nod your head as your head finds the crook of his neck while your tears find a home in his t-shirt. Secretly harry let out a few tears too but he would never let you know that. 

A/N again: Woweee if you made it this far hi! Thank you so much for reading this is my very first thing i've ever posted on this account, I'l do a small post soon introducing myself and what/who I write.

I DO NOT give consent to anyone reposting my writing and claiming it as theirs. I AM more than happy for you guys to reblog, add to reccomendation lists etc (this really helps especially as im a small account!). If you would like to translate any of my posts please message me before hand so we can chat about it!

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XVII good omens explained but im in tears at 3:30 am and on sleep meds

Oh it's been a while since we did one of these innit what was the last tine? Jan? Well the Mascot is back with a part XVII because this fandom valentine's day posts wrecked me emotionally and i took the usual sleep meds (we all know how that goes) so I'm here to make bad decisions y;all. Ignore all types or mistakes im not responsible for anything eber it's all the metatron's fault.

there are two entities crowley and aziraphela and they love each othner so much it h8urts ow

heaven has embraced minimalist interior decor and minimalist empathy it was a 2 for 1 offer at bunnings (australian maggots you proud good)

hell has embraced cluttercore with regards to interior decor and projected trauma bunnings was real generous

crowley was once an angel but the angel we knew it not him and that hurts but moving on is must because otherwise disrespect but she made stars and it was pretty just like her

im so tired. aziraphale is still an angel he';s very good at forgiveness whoch is nice but sometimes people dont want to be forgiuven they want to be dead isntead

that was not the setence i intended to write but it's accurate after the final fifteen ahahahahahhahahahahahaha do ihave trauma yes i went to bunnings because i liked hell's projections

the antichrist is very cute and he's good at the law of strraction he tells satan you fuck right off satan you're nOT MY REAL DAD which is so cool you go adam you GO and so then his read dad becomes his read dad there may have ben necromancy involved

anathema and newt are existing and she hit crow,yes bentley but that's fine because it burned to the ground anyway you know whatsw not fine crowley kneeling on the aslphalet and me that's what

nina and maggie veyr cute not yet but eventually because yes fuck lindey linday forgeot her nmae

aziraphale is very cute trauma bitchy bean

crowley is very kind trauma irritation disaster

eyes shutting it's all good but madam tracy has a BED AHAHAH you know what you do on bed it's SEXY THINGS hehhee like like stuff toys

so basically hemon hell are both like crowley azi you fools and then theyre like AAAAAAAAH GABRIEL but it's fine and the second coming is happening but azi is like nina maggie love so muriel is sent down

amd then crowley ad azi are like POOF FALL IN LOVE but nina is like HOHO WHAT THE FUCK nad the demons go WHEEEE and then crowley goes to heaven and then aziraphale goes to heabem and it's a;;; sad

gabriel is naked anc he was nasty first then felll in love with beelzebun then went naked and then back in love so now theyre both in alpha centaryie

that's a triple star system btw alpha a b and proxuma centauri which is the cloest star to earth aside from obviopuw crowley doesnt want to leav e earth far behind mkigkrkgw

boom azi gone all croiing im listening to dont bother from the sounstrack on loop since i started writing this

metatron oat milk evil azi scared crowley mr darcy we're crying yeah

yay all done now asleep jno bepop ya yes blruryry my meds packet looks lime a furry opposoum

anyway

so fucking tired i cannot see what im typing

@howmanyholesinswisscheese help

posting without rsding it through awahoooooooooooooooo

#good omens #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #lgbtqia #neil gaiman #aziracrow #final fifteen #valentine's day #i forgive you #dont bother #david arnold #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #good ineffable omens #ineffable brainrot #good omens brainrot #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #ineffable wives #ineffable lovers

[carolmunson]

love language six

love language set list another sunday another sun-slay -- ft. dad!eddie and flashback child!eddie love language blurbies are back in action -- again, these are just vingettes into a relationship with eddie no chronological timeline, no story -- just mini moments. this is longer than my other love language blurbs. reader discretion is advised: eighteen plus content. this blurb explores the concept of eddie being a child of abuse that sides with the abuser for his own safety and struggles with that as an adult. some content in this work may be uncomfortable to read, and if dv or abuse is triggering for you, i would not recommend reading it -- this work features rough language, references to abuse, abusive language, descriptions of abuse, and attempted domestic violence. the ending is not sad, i promise.

1971, Forest Hills Trailer Park sherri munson squats down in a shift dress with flowers that match the ones growing in the patch outside of the kiddie park. her sandals crease. the skin by her eyes has too. up all the time, just waiting. waiting for her boy to cry. waiting for her husband to come home. waiting for the cops to show up. she was gonna be a dancer one day. now she stays up and waits. now she just fights with her son about when it’s time to leave the park.

'well i don't have to listen to you anyway!' he whines, ripping his hand away from her with all his five year old body could muster. 'yes you do, eddie honey, i'm your mom,' she tries to laugh it off, but it comes out half-hearted. the other mothers at the park look at her, their eyes burn as hard as her husband hits.

'no you're not!' he yells, stomping while she takes his hand again. 'eddie, yes i am, i'm your mother, let's go,' she urges. he rips his hand away again and raises it the way her husband does when he's warning her.

'you're -- you're what daddy says you are, mommy,' he yells, tearing up in anger, not sure where to put it. she tries to reach for him but he brings his hand down to strike, only cutting through the air.

'baby, we just have to go home from the park, we can come back tomorrow,' she pleads.

'daddy's right, what he said to you this mornin’ -- you’re – you're a fuckin' idiot.' he sounds like like him, just smaller. she knows he doesn't know what he's saying, what that means. but it hurts the same way it hurt at breakfast when she spilled some coffee on the counter. maybe worse. she can't find it in herself to yell at him.

 'that was a very mean thing to say to mommy, ed,' she mutters, the balloon in her chest swelling and swelling, 'say you're sorry.'

'why should i? daddy never has to say sorry,' he shouts while she catches him by the hand again. the other mom's sizzling stares soften, perfectly plucked brows raising. she can almost hear their necks turn to give each other knowing glances.

 'that's just how your daddy is, ed,' she sighs, watching him pout at her with big glassy brown eyes, 'let's go home, baby. i'll make you some chocolate milk with your lunch.' 

that perks him up and he smiles, hand clasping in hers while the others watch them leave like a bad car wreck. she tries not to hear them whisper, she tries not to hear their words travel through the wind and blow through her hair, through her chest. it's not anything she hasn't heard before.

she’s doing dishes when ed's daddy and wayne come home from lake doing some fishing. wayne moved in next door after the first time alan put her in the hospital. eddie was too young to remember that part, old enough to remember that mrs. marsden let him have so many popsicles when he stayed with her that his tongue was blue for two days. 

she focuses on the rush of the water and the ‘scratch, scratch, scratch’ of the sponge on a pan that never feels clean. she swallows while her husband's keys jingle in the door. her eyes watch the suds slide off the pan in a cloud, scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing  -- maybe if she just stares down at the sink she’ll go right down the drain. then she won’t have to –

 "hi honey," she says down to the counter next to the sink. eddie sits at the kitchenette table, nursing his glass of chocolate milk.“hi daddy,” he says quietly, big brown eyes follow his father’s every move – half scared, half enamored. big man. big angry man. never hits him, just hits mommy. so he must be good if that’s what happens. he must be so good.  

"hm," he grunts, door slamming behind him. it doesn’t take long when he’s in one of his moods. he stalks down past the living room and into the bedroom to change out of his sticky clothes – summer heat making him slide like a snake back out to the kitchen. “house is a fuckin’ mess sherri,” he says. big man. big angry man. boa constrictor tight on her throat while she swallows. why can’t the drain just swallow her the same way? 

scratch, scratch, scratch. scrub, scrub, scrub. 

“you hear me sher? i said the house is a fuckin’ mess,” he bellows from the side of her. eddie covers his ears. big man, big angry man. big voice stained with fifteen years of cigarette smoke.

“yeah, i heard you al,” she says to the suds as they float down the drain. her heart aches. balloon in her chest pops. 

“oh, you’re bein’ smart with me?” he asks, big angry hand reaching out to clutch her by the back of the neck. pulled out of the drain and into the wall, “you bein’ smart?” 

she braces as her side hits the wall, she can smell the beer on him like white on rice. she wants to scream at wayne for letting him come into the trailer this drunk.  “m’not being smart with you al,” she grits out. “yeah you ain’t smart, are you?” he taunts, hovering over her. big shoulders, big arms, big everything – big man. big strong man, “you know what you are?” she shakes her head no, eyes shutting tight – she can just float down the drain. “y’already forgot huh? damn sherri – you fuckin’ stupid? i told ya this morning,” he barks a laugh that sends heat down the back of her throat, her nose warms, the threat of tears warns her the way he does – always just on the line. “you’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he bites, “you lazy fuckin’ bitch.” “you gotta stop sayin’ that shit in front of ed, alan,” she says quietly, hair sticking to her face and neck. sweat and sticky. can’t keep fighting anymore kind of hot. 

“oh how come?” he asks with fake concern, “he believin’ it? he cert’n’ly should.” he turns to eddie, with a flash in his eyes, “you think your mama’s a fuckin’ idiot, boy?” big strong man. big angry man. big boa constrictor with big snakey eyes. kaa’s hypnosis. “i asked you a question,” he seethes, his body close to turning completely. eddie sees the gold ring glint on his fist. “yessir,” he nods quickly, “y-yeah…that’s what mommy is.” “look how scared you got him, al!” she yells from the drain in her chest, “look how scared he is! look what you’re doin’ to him!” but he didn’t ask her to speak. eddie covers his ears again but it doesn’t block out the first three cracks of his daddy’s palm across her face. doesn’t block out the crunch of his knuckles on her cheek. he shuts his eyes like is mama always tells him, runs to the cupboard under the sink to hide. crack, crack, crunch. wail, crack, crunch, cry. cry, cry, yell, crack, yell, crack, crunch, cry, yell. eddie watches through the space in the doors like a movie he’s too young to watch. rated r. rated never. warm yellowed wallpaper and orangey wood staring back at him, his daddy’s fishing boots stomping into frame. a small smatter of blood on the scuffed linoleum tile. rated r, rated never. yell, yell, yell, choke, spit, cough, cough, yell. yell, yell, cry, yelp, cough, whimper, yell, cough. wayne’s voice cuts in the pattern. “i told ya alan, i’d shoot ya the next time i had to come in here.” whoop, whoop. the flashing lights eddie sees every few weeks glitter on the back wall of the kitchen where he can see through the space. glittering while the sun shines. he likes that. “nah, nah, you ain’t gonna run from ‘em this time al,” wayne says. eddie can’t see the scuffle. “she ain’t even fuckin’ concious.” she was gonna be a dancer one day. eddie stays in the cupboard. just for a little, even after his daddy takes a night in the clink. even after wayne says it’s okay to come out. even while his chocolate milk stands on the table untouched. he stays for a minute, while the world around him rumbles.

1997, Forest Hills Trailer Park

and the world sure does rumble sometimes. hazy afternoon had been smooth sailing for the most part -- pick bud up from summer rec camp, grocery run. chasing bud through the aisles while his laugh plays marco polo with yours. it's good to buy your five year old some chocolate when he behaves. it's good to watch him run around again when you get back home, hustling in the backyard in your new trailer with two bedrooms. letting him run through some sprinkler toy you saw at dollar tree a couple weeks ago before the weather got hot. covered in mud, soon enough, covered in clouds. you’re thankful he’s inside before the rain starts. down pour – the sky heavy with thick air and angry beatings to your tin roof. you slip off his shoes before he tracks mud in the house, you rinse off his hands before you get him changed into something more cozy that’ll make bedtime go a little easier. you start dinner after fixing him a snack and he muses about four square and kickball – you silently laugh when he tells you he got picked first for the teams. money’s tighter now. tighter than it was a couple years ago. a little too tight when you switched to part time to pick up bud from kindergarten and camp since wayne’s working day shifts now. wayne’s too old to be watching bud now anyway, bud’s all over the place. the tighter the money, the bigger the fights. but you both knew how to fight. masters of the ring, big booming cracks of lighting for tongues. always in bed dressed in pajamas and apologies. maybe less so now. maybe less apologies, less pajamas. speaking in bodies and sweat – soft rumbling i’m sorry, lemme show you. you don’t think either of you mean it like you used to. he can afford a nicer trailer for his son, but sometimes he doesn't know if he can afford to show him how to treat a woman. you swear it's progress, but he only hears the whir of the tape being rewound over and over again. every clipped word, every raise of his voice, every tense roll of his shoulders. boy turned big man. big big man.

you start the oven, slicing and dicing while he comes in the door – coveralls all covered in rain and motor oil. big boots on the linoleum, faint smell of beer on his breath. just one with the guys after the shop closed – that’s what he says anyway.

“hi honey,” you say, chop-chop-chopping at the green onion on the cutting board, “rain’s rough out there?”

“hm,” he replies, kicking his boots off next to bud’s sneakers. he sighs out of his nose, “s’mud all over the place here.”

“i know, i’m sorry, i forgot about it – i’ll get to it after dinner,” you say, hearing him make big steps over to his son, running a hand over his hair. just wanna avoid another back and forth – let him sleep off all that frustration – ease out the elastic in his shoulders that’s waiting to snap.

“you know,” he grumbles lowly, coming over to look at the mail on the counter next to you, “you’ve been gettin’ real forgetful lately.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask with a smile that can’t believe he’d say that. you put the knife down.

“why’d i get a call from the city today saying the water bill’s past due?” he asks, a darkness creeping into his voice that’s been turning his tongue to sludge, to whipping winds, cruel and unforgiving, “you tryna make me look bad? want people to think i can't pay the fuckin' bills?”

“i – shit i forgot to drop it off yesterday, i’m sorry hun,” you soothe, “i’ll bring it tomorrow, i wasn’t trying to make you look bad.”

“you can’t just forget this shit,” he says, voice rising, “we got –”

“mommy, can i have some more juice?” bud’s little voice leaks into the conversation like a dove floating by.

“yes, baby,” you say, getting the juice out of the fridge to refill his cup at the table.

“we got a kid at home,” ed repeats, "can't just have the water shuttin' off. what's wrong with you? take some responsibility."

“i understand that ed,” you reply, defensive edge sliding up in your voice like a razor, “i’m the one whose with him all day.”

he scoffs, grumbling, “yeah, you pick him up from camp – mother of the fuckin’ year. can’t even pay the bills on time with all my fuckin’ money.”

“watch your mouth,” your voice stern while you close up the juice. thunder rumbles overhead, the rain coming down in droves. two cracks of lightning who can’t let up.

“you don’t tell me what to do,” he glowers, “you don’t ever tell me what to do. i’m the man of this house, you hear me?”

“man of the house? you hear how you sound?” you ask, leaning forward on the table, “why don’t you go back to the garage and figure this attitude out, ed?”

“don’t run your mouth to me,” he growls, “don’t get fuckin’ smart with me.” 

“watch. your. mouth.” you warn again. bud flinches when the thunder rumbles, he hates storms like this. drinks his juice anyway. “oh, so you are gettin’ smart with me?” eddie grimaces, bearing his teeth, nostrils flaring. he vibrates with the thunder outside. "well let me tell you something then, huh?!" he grits out, rounding the table with an outstretched hand to grab you, wrapping like a vine on your wrist. like a snake. you flinch when you see how fast he moves, when he reaches for you -- cracking like lightening, like a whip, cracking like your marriage this year. "wait, wait, i'm sorry!" your voice sounds breathy, worn down -- terrified. it doesn't sound like you at all. “god, you’re such a fuckin’ id–” your son drops his fork on the ground, clattering eddie back to clarity. your son's eyes match your husband's, they meet each other. your son just stares -- frozen on the spot. you stare too. you look at his hand around your wrist, the flex in his forearm, veins lifted and pulsing. big man. big strong man. big strong angry man. just like his daddy. the wind howls outside, huffs of breath out of your noses fill the room quietly.

"daddy?" 

eddie straightens, looking at his hand tight on your wrist before letting it drop to his side. he swallows. looking at the both of you like he was mid crime scene. eddie blinks. looks at his son at the kitchen chair and then the cupboard under the kitchen sink. "i..." he starts, choking on the words, "i'm gonna go for a drive."

he stands for a second while you nod at him, eyes brimming with tears you aren’t sure will fall. rooted to your spot, you hold your breath when he leans in, hands reaching out much more gentle than before. he fills the space between you, still smelling like motor oil, rain, and musk. both of his calloused hands on your cheeks now – he kisses you. 

"m’sorry,” he says, loud enough for your son to hear. he lets go only to turn around and take his son’s face in his hands and give him a kiss too. 

“sorry, buddy,” he says softly, “daddy’ll be back before bedtime, okay?”

in five years, eddie has never missed one night of reading him a bedtime story.   “okay,” your son smiles, earning himself another kiss on the top of his head and a ruffle of his hair before eddie grab his keys. the jingle of them rings in your chest while you watch him leave. your eyes linger on the storm door even while you listen to the car start, even while you hear it drive away. the rain doesn’t let up. you put dinner in a tupperware for him later. — you’re in the bathroom after a shower when he comes home, the door partially open in case bud needs you – cozied up in bed playing with dinosaurs in his room. you listen while eddie makes his way in to see him, padding down the hall in wet feet to not get caught. “hi buddy,” he says with a voice that had done nothing but cry, “how was dinner?” “was yummy,” your son says. you know bud’s looking up at him with glowing admiration. his daddy. he was his daddy’s boy. the bed creaks when eddie sits down. “i’m glad, kiddo,” he says, “i wanted to say sorry for how mean i was earlier. i was being really mean and that wasn’t nice.” “you were really mean to mommy,” buddy mumbles, “you made her cry.” you hear ed’s voice crack, “i know bud, i know i made mommy cry, and that’s not okay.” “and i’m not gonna yell at mommy anymore, and i’m sorry.” “mommy’s the best,” bud says, “but it’s okay to be angry sometimes, that’s what they say at camp. just count to three!” “daddy’s angry is a little different, bud,” he tries to explain, a little laugh coming through, “but i’ll try it next time, i’ll count to three.” “and take deep breaths,” bud explains. “and i’ll take deep breaths,” eddie says through sniffles, you can hear the soft smile in his voice. “and bud, i think we should make a big promise to each other, would that be okay?” he asks your son. big shiny baby brown eyes. eyes that get kissed by the moon. “mhm.” “let’s promise that we won’t ever yell at mommy, or call her any names, because that’s not nice,” eddie says softly, “that was really mean of daddy and mommy doesn’t deserve that. and i don’t want you to think that’s okay.” “okay, i promise,” bud’s voice leaks like a dove through the door. you hear a kiss pressed to his forehead while eddie stands up to grab the beat up copy of the hobbit next to bud’s bed. you’re in your pajamas in the bedroom by the time ed’s done putting your son to bed. he somes in quietly, looking you over post shower – beautiful bride, beautiful wife, so pretty like this. so pretty for him – big man. big strong man. big sorry man. “i owe you an apology,” he says softly. “yeah,” you say, cold cream soothing your hot skin like ice while you slather it on. eyes avoid him. 

“m’so sorry, baby,” his face cracks like all the plates his daddy shattered, that you’ve shattered too, “that’s…that’s not me – i’d never – i never thought i’d–” "i know you wouldn't," you say quietly, knowingly. your eyes travel – how many slats are in the wood paneling of this room? "cause if you did --" you finally find it in you to look at him. "if you did, if you ever raised a hand to me or bud  –”   “i would never,” he urges, “i’d never–” “if you did,” you repeat, eye piercing him, “i would get in that car with your son and you would never see us again, do you understand me?” he nods, face blanching, tinged green at the thought. he could’ve lost you both. he could still lose you both. “bless her soul ed, but i’m not your momma,” you remind him, “m’not gonna stick around for a man who thinks i’m a punching bag.” he nods again, quiet, tongue thick when he talks. “i’m so sorry, baby i’ll – i’m gonna do better,” he sounds like he means it, “i’ve just..things are so hard right now. i’m trying.” “try a little harder,” you say softly. “i will,” he says, wiping his eyes while they brim with tears as wet at outside. “i love you,” you start, “but i think you should go stay at wayne’s tonight.” his lower lip quivers, “o-okay. i – um – i love you, t-too.” he packs some clothes for the night and tomorrow even though wayne’s just three trailers down. his heart sinks when he realizes he’ll have to explain. just like his daddy. big strong man. snake eyes. snake eyes gone soft. big sorry man. big sorry eyes. kissed by the moon. kissed by you. “i’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, okay?” you say gently after his full warm lips break from yours, “just think you need some time alone tonight.” he nods against you, eyes closed. lips brush again. he leaves and you listen to the storm door close with a rattle. the world rumbles. so does he. but he’s gonna be better. 

#love language em #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie #dad!eddie munson #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Ikevil Male Leads in a Job interview

WARNING: This is a joke, please don't act like this in your actual interview!

Liam:

Interviewer: "Tell me about yourself."

Liam: "My name is Liam Evans. I'm a stage actor for the past X no. of years and also works as assassin behind the scenes. I was forcefully put into a mental hospital at a very young age after I was accused of killing my parents and my butler and also burning my family mansion. Due to this, I get frequent episodes where I go completely crazy and do things out of curiosity."

Interviewer: *WTF!!?*

William:

Interviewer: "What are your strengths and weakness?"

William: "Well...I can give orders to people and force them to do whatever I want by just looking into their eyes."

Interviewer: ".........Are you implying that you possess, leadership skills?"

William: "I won't necessary call it a leadership skill because I love seeing people being free and being the master of their own actions."

Interviewer: "..........."

Interviewer: "..........O-Okay, then what are your weaknesses?"

William: "Strawberries."

Interviewer: "........."

William: "....fufu....I'm sorry, that's the only thing I can't share?"

Harrison:

Interviewer: "So Mr Harrison, why do want this job?"

Harrison: "Honestly, I just wanna a job because I want to avoid going to home because there is this annoying old man in house who constantly gives me tasks in the name of Queen Victoria."

Interviewer: "....Was it supposed to be a joke?"

Harrison: "You tell me. Am I lying or saying the true?" *takes out his strawberry milk can*

Interviewer: ".........."

Elbert:

Interviewer: "So Mr. Greetia, how do you put an elephant inside a refrigerator?"

Elbert: "..............Does putting an elephant inside...makes it beautiful?"

Interviewer: "Excuse me?"

Elbert: "I have preserved many animal skins before.......but never an elephant. .....Do you think an elephant is beautiful...?"

Interviewer: "..........Ha?"

Alphonse:

Interviewer: "Can you work under pressure?"

Alphonse: "Of course. Not only working under pressure, I can also help others in my team to work effectively."

Interviewer: "Oh, how?"

Alphonse: "I can give them blissful dreams to help them relieve their stress."

Interviewer: "B-Blissful dreams...?"

Alphonse: "Want to find out? *removes his gloves* Let's have fun together, shall we?"

Interviewer: "NO!" *runs away*

Roger:

Interviewer: "Can you tell me about a time you had to deal with an unsatisfied customer?"

Roger: "As a part of my job, I do encounter various types of patients. But there is this one bastard who is always ungrateful. He's my regular customer and always comes to me for check up and no matter how much I work hard to treat his injuries and lung problems, this son of bitch calls me a quack and then smokes right in front of me! After I treated his lungs! Seeing him makes me wanna pull out my gun, shoved it his mouth and shoot him. But I have to control myself because I'm a doctor."

Interviewer: ".............."

Roger: "Your heart rate is fast....are you okay?"

Ellis:

Interviewer: "So tell me why you quit your last job?"

Ellis: "Well....I was doing a contract job with my previous employer. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't make my boss happy."

Interviewer: ".....................Huh?"

Interviewer: "E-Excuse me...what kind of job were you doing before?"

Ellis: "I was working in a trading company as my boss's assistant and carry out whatever orders my boss gives me. It could range from simple collections to straight up assassination and cleaning up. But no matter how much I worked hard, my efforts couldn't bear a fruit. I couldn't make my boss happy....*sad face*

Intervierwer: "E....Erm...."

Ellis: "Will you give me a job here? I promise I'll make you the happiest person in this entire world." *smiles*

Interviewer: *runs away feeling embarrassed*

Ellis: "Did I make them sad too?" *sad face*

Jude:

Interviewer: "Phew....that was a lot...In my entire career, I have never interviewed a bunch of weirdos....*sighs* please call the next---"

*gunshot*

Interviewer: "WHAT THE HELL!? Was that a gunshot!?"

*Door opens*

CEO: "Please! please help me! He's after my life!"

Jude: "Where's that bastard who stole my money? You think you can steal my money and get away huh? Now how should I punish you?"

CEO: "Mr. Jude....please...I'm sorry...I just wanted to start my own company..."

Jude: "If you wanted to start your own company, you should have done it with your own money, you jackass. *lights his cigarette while standing in front of the 'no smoking' sign board* Tch....Usually, I would let Ellis handle these kinds of errands, but now I have to do it myself."

Interviewer: (Wait....so this guy was Ellis's...previous boss)

Jude: *Shots the CEO in the head*

Jude: "Now I'm taking over your company. Since it's technically build from my money" *laughs manically*

Interviewer: *faints*

Jude: "Hm? *looks at the fainted interviewer* What the?"

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #cybird #ikemen villain #ikemen villains

[spooky1magazine1bread]

Iwaizumi is the kind of guy to let little kids win arm wrestling matches so they feel strong. For example Takeru Oikawa has 'beat' Iwaizumi and brags about it to Oikawa saying it was easy and that he should've tried harder. Iwaizumi always plays along saying he will beat him next time

Tendou walks around the house singing songs from your shared playlist and stops waiting for you to finish the lyrics to the song. LOVES when you play along.

Kuroo has a cat headband. Like the kind that pushes your hair back. No one else knows but he thinks he looks cute.

Kyotani is an amazing singer. Once after practice he was humming to himself which turned into singing. When he got out the team was standing there shocked. Mattsun still has the video.

Kageyama does anything Suga tells him too. Like once he was hungry and Suga told him he could leave if he got everyone food as a joke but Kags came back arms full of food.

Nishinoya sounds like beast boy imo, had to put that out there

Akaashi is super outgoing with bokuto when they are alone. When they are studying he gets bored and stands up doing a dramatic performance for Bokuto and gets him to join. Bokuto doesn't understand how he goes from 0 to 100 real quick and finds it funny. no one believes him if he tries to tell anyone.

iwaizumi promised Oikawa when they were little to hit everyone who hurt him, which is why he hits him so much because Oikawa is the meanest to himself

Bokuto is banned from having regular coffee. To keep him entertained Kuroo will give him decaf coffee but mostly drown it in milk. Bokuto really loves it because it's basically milk.

Tanaka lost a bet to Noya and had to wear a hot pink basically glowing to a practice match with Seijoh. Oikawa made fun of him so hard and Iwaizumi punched him but smiled.

Hinata believes in ghost and Tanaka and Noya give him hell for it.

Tsukishima has stretch marks from growing super fast

Yamaguchi's freckles are actually acne scars

Bokuto gives great hugs

Kita is a close second

The captains have meetings and they are absolutely FERAL. Like heres how I imagine it would go down

Daichi: SHUT UP MY MOM IS CALLING.

Kuroo: *moans as loud as possible while clapping his hands*

Bokuto: DAICHI!! PASS THE WEED

Oikawa: *crying in the corner because Ushijima made a comment of him being built like a doorframe*

Ushijima: Hi Mrs. Sawamura

Seijoh has a group chat dedicated to ugly pictures of Oikawa

Nishinoya used to bite people

Kuroo sings opera in the shower

Tsukishima dresses as a dinosaur every year but its a full body costume so no one knows but yamaguchi

suga learned french so he could shit talk people behind their backs

Kageyama knows he looks like a blueberry so he eats them when he is sad

Kyotani is ambidextrous. Don't ask why. He just is.

When you ask Bokuto his favorite color he says the color of your eyes

Tanaka wears your perfume

Bokuto loves hide and seek

Tanaka is a shoe guy 💀

#I’m too lazy to add all the tags #hq headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #daichi x y/n #daichi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #kyotani x you #yamaguchi fluff

[thelaughtercafe]

Matters of the Heart

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Brief mentions of intentional verbal abuse, and a raised hand though no contact is made. A carriage accident takes place. Ciel is 21 at the start of this fic and ages as it continues!

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive/F! Reader

Length: 1.1k+

Summary: This is an AU where the demon contract never happened, so Ciel simply grew up without his parents; cynical and detached from the world. He'd already chased Lizzie away long ago, and he intended to do the same to you. This was how it was meant to be. What he deserved.

His parents’ death had changed him. Everyone expected that, to some extent. But what they didn’t expect was the way Ciel grew cold and distant.

He shut down entirely; let no-one in. His engagement was called off with Lizzie after a few years of cruel words. He was always especially cruel to her.

She deserved someone better than a broken man such as him.

She was happily married now.

He had not attended, merely sending reassurance the Phantomhive name would continue their working relationship and support her and her family in whatever endeavors they needed.

What he didn’t expect to have to do…was be thrown into another engagement when he turned 21.

You were…different from Lizzie that way for sure. His cruelty didn’t make you burst into tears. Nor did you even flinch when he raised a hand to you. He never would’ve gone through with it, but most women fled with the fear of abuse.

You lived mirror existences as the date grew ever closer and one day when he was in a particularly sour mood…he snapped when you brought him tea.

“Why are you still here? Are you some kind of masochist, foolish girl!? I have done nothing but treat you badly and yet you refuse to leave and shower me in kindness I am not worthy of!”

Your smile dropped a moment and then it widened despite the sadness within it.

“…I stay for two reasons, Mr. Phantomhive. One, grief is a powerful emotion. One that can and will consume every part of your being like the vilest of diseases if you allow it to. You wish to never let anyone close. To never allow your heart to feel love again for fear of having that love turn to the agony of loss and grief. I am a patient woman. And I know this anger you show, this cruelty and bluster…is merely a facade. A mask you wear so you may feel safer with me at a distance. I have already been through my cycles of grief and decided I will allow my heart to love again, despite the pain that might ensue. But I can not make you do the same. You will come to your own conclusion when and if you are ready to.”

Ciel was…in shock. You’d never spoken this much, all but locking yourself away in the library and only offering him gentle kindnesses expected of a wife such as bringing him lunch when he forgot to eat and the like.

All he could say was.

“And the second?”

Your smile widened.

“Just as grief is powerful, so too is unflinching kindness and empathy.”

You turned on your heel and began to leave but paused at the door, voice lightly teasing.

“Thank you for the new shipment of books, Mr. Phantomhive.”

You slipped out to the sound of him shouting after you that it was only to keep you far away from him, but you knew if you looked back he’d be blushing.

He did not change all at once. Of course he didn’t. You did not expect him to.

There were still full days of silence. Full weeks even. There were days where he reminded you of a wounded animal, lashing out at every little thing in fear of how you may harm him.

But something quite miraculous happened when you had to meet with your parents, about 3 months after your explanation and a month before the wedding.

As you entered your parents’ estate, Ciel initiated physical contact, putting a hesitant barely-there arm around your waist. When he caught your shocked gaze and the blush on your cheeks he flushed himself and yet did not release you.

“…Don’t get any ideas women. It’s just to keep up appearances around my soon-to-be family-in-law. A mere formality.”

You beamed and quickly looked to the side to blink the burning in your eyes away.

He was healing, whether he realized it yet or not. Not only had he not cared for formality before.

That was also the first time he’d called your parents family.

The meeting went well, your mother gushing over how close you seemed to be and your father happy Ciel was well-versed in business and could keep up with him.

The drive home was not silent, but instead, Ciel led the conversation, talking about your parents and how ecstatic they were.

You were wed before he was fully finished healing but you weren’t worried. He had started and that was enough for you.

It happened rather suddenly. You’d both been out shopping, getting clothes and furniture and all sorts of things now that you would be moving in “so you couldn’t complain later”.

As you were crossing the street, a carriage came careening down it much too fast. Too fast for you to act.

Your husband did, pushing you out of the way with a cry of your name.

The ensuing crash was deafening but you cared not for anything save your husband, frantically kneeling over his body and sobbing as you heard people rushing to get medical attention and the police.

They showed up quickly once they heard the Phantomhive name. They tried to insist on you returning home to wait but you refused to be separated from your husband.

The ensuing days were…tough, to put it lightly. You cried enough tears to fill a lake at his bedside as you waited for him to wake. Your parents were out of the country on business so you were all alone.

The doctor had said he’d done all he could and it was up to Ciel if he lived or not.

You tightly held his hand and spoke to him.

“Please, don’t leave me. I know you must be ecstatic at the chance to see your parents again but I need you here Ciel. Please. We have such long lives ahead of us. I beg of you, don’t make a widow of me. I-I love you.”

You lowered your head to sob into the hands holding his and were startled at the feeling of someone rubbing your head before his familiar voice filled your ears.

“…You finally said it. You’ve been holding in your feelings all this time while I acted as the pinnacle of immaturity in a vain attempt to push you away.”

His blue eyes shone with remorse and genuine care.

“Will you forgive me, my love?”

You nodded breathlessly as you laughed and hugged him tightly.

He chuckled as you pulled away.

“I never want to lose anyone I care about again. And so I will fight to protect all that I do. I hope you will do the same for me.”

You laughed.

“Till death do us part, Ciel, I will ever remain at your side.”

He flushed and looked away with a huff, reaching out expectantly and smirking just slightly as you held his hand, though he pretended to be stoic as ever, clearing his throat.

“Yes, well, see to it you do.”

#black butler #black butler fic #black butler fanfiction #black butler fanfic #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive x you #ciel x reader #ciel x you #tlc: milk tea #tlc: fic

[nctsplug02]

hannie day! | jeong.j

GENRE: fluff and possibly suggestive

WARNINGS: besides kissing— nothing else!

BOING!

gremlin: video attachment.

jaehyun sets his pen down and checks the notification with a sigh. please don’t be like last time, the voice in his head begged.

“hello youtube,” jaehyun smiles when seeing his daughters face close up to the camera. “so,” she sighs and brushes her hair back. “i am sad.” jaehyun frowns and sits back in his chair.

“very sad..” she sighs. “because i dink.. mommy and daddy.. i tink they don’t love me anymore.” jaehyun tucks his hand under his other arm. “mommy and daddy don’t hang out with me anymore. they only like minho and it hurts my feelings a lot.” hannie frowns and sighs, again.

jaehyun frowns and taps his phone when the brightness goes a bit darker. “but, it’s okay. i have mr chuckles and jen unnie.��� hannie says and then a tear falls down her cheek. “i miss when mommy and daddy loved me.” then the video ends.

gremlin: i think we need to have a hannie day.

jaehyun stands up and grabs his coat from the back of his chair. he grabs his keys from his inside his drawer and leaves the building.

“girls,” jaehyuns voice booms throughout the house. “i’m home!” you walk to the front door with the baby boy in your arms and your shirt up.

you smile and jaehyun follows. “welcome home, honey.” jaehyun leans down while you lean up. you smile in the kiss and hannie comes from behind you with your phone in her hand.

“hi daddy.” jaehyun smiles and picks up the girl before planting a kiss on her cheek. “hey, princess.” hannie sighs and jaehyun looks at you. “hey— what do you say we have a hannie day?” her head tilts. “hannie day?” jaehyun and you nod.

“it’s where you, mommy and i spend the whole day together.” her eyes enlighten. “without minho?” jaehyun and you laugh. “yes, without minho.” she gasps and cheers.

“we can do anything you want today, okay?” hannie nods excitedly. “go brush your hair and then we can go when jen comes.” hannie nods and runs upstairs as soon as jaehyun sets her on the ground.

jen arrived ten minutes later. “thank you for coming on short notice, jen.” jen nods as she slowly rocks the boy asleep. “we’ll be back before midnight.” jaehyun says, watching you flatten the boys hair down— he was born exactly like hannie; with a lot of hair.

“love you, minnie.” you kiss the boy and jaehyun grins while hannie tugs on his hand. “can we go to the car first?” jaehyun nods and picks up the girl. “meet you in the car, babe?” you nod and stand up with a sigh.

“i have some frozen packs of breast milk in the fridge.” jen nods and you grab your bag. “mm,” you frown and stare down at the boy. “it feels so hard to leave.” jen laughs. “it’s fine, mrs jeong. i promise, he’ll be perfectly fine! go and have fun.” you sigh and nod.

“thanks, again jen.” jen nods and you walk out to the car to see your husband buckling your daughter in.

“hey cutie, i’ll come open your door.” you shake your head. “it’s fine,” the door slams shut. “i can open it myself—?” you go to open your door but jaehyun beats you to it. “a queen should never open her own door.” you laugh with a head shake as he opens your door.

“you’re so sweet. i love you.” jaehyun smiles and shuts your door before climbing in on his side. “love you more.”

jaehyun looks back at hannie who plays with mr chuckles. “so, princess, where do you want to go first?” she hums and flips mr chuckles around. “can we go eat at ‘mama’s bbq restaurant’ please?” jaehyun starts the car. “of course we can, it’s your day today.”

“where’s the next stop, princess?” you ask the little girl whos belly was filled with grilled meat and tofu soup. “mmm.. let’s go to the mall!” she squeals.

“alright!” you match her tone. “daddy, our princess wants to go to the mall.” jaehyun grins and nods, taking a left. “the mall it is my queen and princess.”

it took about fifteen minutes before arriving to the kwangya mall.

“what store should we go to first?” you and jaehyun held both her hands, you held her left and jaehyun held her right. “um.. can we go get our nails done?” you look up at jaehyun who presses his lips together.

the look on his face.. he knows that she’s gonna ask if he’ll join too.

“and, maybe daddy can join, too.” she looks up at him and he quickly nods. “yay! that way we can all have pretty nails!” she jumps catching you off guard meanwhile jaehyun held her by strength.

an hour later, the three of you leave with painted nails. you had white, hannie had this cute baby pink color and then jaehyun had this baby blue color.

“thank you, daddy! thank you, mama!” she squeals as she examines her pretty nails. “you’re welcome, princess.” jaehyun says with your arm tangled with his.

“is there another store you’d like to go to?” hannie looks around while fiddling with her nails. “well.. can we go to the bathroom first? i rrrreaally need to potty.” she says squeezing her legs with her hands holding her area.

“of course, honey. let’s quickly find one.” jaehyun picks her up and quickly rushes to the bathroom with you following.

hannie presses her bubble wand and jumps when multiple tiny bubbles fly out of the hole. “woooaahh!” she giggles and waves her hand around, attempting to pop them.

“hannie, princess.” you turn around and watch in ‘awe’ as she plays around with her new toy. “yes, mama?” jaehyun climbs in the car after putting all the bags away in the trunk.

“mommy saw the video you made on mommy’s phone.. and, i was really sad that you thought mommy and daddy don’t love you anymore.” hannie turns off her bubble machine and looks down. “i’m sorry, mama.” she bites her bottom lip.

“no, princess. don’t apologize.” jaehyun says and you agree. “daddy’s right. don’t apologize for feeling how you feel. if you feel a certain way, you can always tell mommy—“

“and daddy.” jaehyun adds on.

you laugh. “yes, and daddy. but, what mommy is trying to say is— you can talk about how you feel instead of hiding them. mommy and daddy want to know how you feel when you’re sad, happy— everything.” hannie nods.

“do you understand what i’m saying, princess?” hannie nods. “i under.. understand.” she says. “good— i love you.” she giggles. “i love you too, mommy.”

“hey,” jaehyun whines. “what about daddy?” he looks in the mirror and hannie giggles. “i love you, daddy.” jaehyun nods and grins proudly. “i love you too, princess.”

hannie fell asleep on the way home and jaehyun carried her inside.

she woke up the next morning and gave her brother the biggest kiss on the cheek and whispered that she loved him after.

A/N: happy new years, my beloveds! i love you all and i’m glad i have you all by my side going into this new year! 2022 was pretty hectic but i’m glad i had you all by my side! 💗💗

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[zablife]

Ruby's Tea Party

Requested by @evita-shelby for my 2K celebration An Evening at Arrow House. Warning: 💀 A dark fic! Proceed with caution.

Making her way to the grand staircase to greet her guests, Mrs. Shelby stopped suddenly in the corridor to allow the melodious sound of a child's sweet voice to waft over her. She smiled to herself as she placed a gloved hand over her stomach, her secret still concealed beneath the layers of tulle. The idea of adding another little one to the household thrilled her because she'd already fallen deeply in love with Tommy's children, especially his daughter, Ruby.

"Is someone there?" little Ruby called, breaking her from her trance.

Peeking inside the nursery, Mrs. Shelby quickly apologized in a calm, reassuring voice. "It's only me, darling."

"Oh," she said, deflating a bit. Chewing the inside of her cheek, she added, "I wanted Daddy to say goodnight."

"He's downstairs--" Mrs. Shelby began before Ruby cut her off.

"I know. He said you were having a party and I wasn't allowed," she stated matter-of-factly, but the sadness that crept into her voice was unmistakable.

Rushing forward, her new stepmother kneeled before her saying, "He'll tuck you in later, I promise. You know you're very important to us, don't you?" Ruby only nodded slowly in reply. Lifting the child's chin to her eye level with one finger she joked, "Besides, who wants to spend an evening with boring adults? It looks as though you're having a lovely tea party here!"

Ruby brightened at the compliment, taking her stepmother by the hand to the small table. "I am! I have treats I helped bake. Would you like some?"

"Yes, please," Mrs. Shelby accepted with excitement, tucking her dress beneath her legs as she took up a place at the well appointed table. It was a charming miniature of everything in the dining room downstairs, so grown up and yet clearly the world of a child. She stifled a giggle with her hand as she noticed the toy horse sitting inside her empty tea cup.

She removed it so Ruby could pour some tea, a white liquid streaming from the pot. "Nanny said it had to be milk," Ruby sighed in disappointment.

"I like milk," Mrs. Shelby noted agreeably, removing a glove to choose a biscuit from the rose covered plate Ruby offered. Eating it in one bite, she noted Ruby's watchful gaze.

"Is it good?" the child asked breathlessly, eyes shining hopefully for a bit of praise.

Her stepmother swallowed the somewhat bitter tasting confection, chasing it with a sip of milk before proclaiming, "It's delicious!"

Ruby busied herself playing with the tiny horse and a toy gun, leaving Mrs. Shelby to wonder if she should break the silence with an apology.

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She hadn't meant to disturb the girl's life with her sudden presence and the announcement of a baby. "Ruby, I understand you might feel upset about your father and I having a child together," she started, but Ruby shook her head in vehement denial.

"I'm not. I like the idea of a baby sister," she said, a smile brightening her whole face. The light soon faded from her eyes as something in the distance seemed to steal her attention. "But the gray man..." she hesitated.

"The gray man?" Mrs. Shelby asked in confusion. Then she spotted it, the extra place setting at the table she assumed was for Charlie. "Is that your imaginary friend?" she prodded.

"No!" Ruby shouted, head snapping back toward her stepmother so quickly the woman startled. "He tells me things..." Ruby gulped, unsure she should reveal what she knew.

"What sorts of things, love?" Mrs. Shelby worried, reaching for Ruby's small hand to comfort her.

Ruby's eyes drifted back to her stepmother's face slowly until they were locked in a steady gaze, unwavering in her certainty. "He said he's coming for you...to punish Daddy." She withdrew her hand as she gave the pronouncement, a determined look taking hold of her delicate features. "But I won't let him make you suffer like he did my mummy. Don't worry."

Mrs. Shelby froze, unsure how to respond to what was clearly a frightening delusion. She knew it must have been disconcerting for Ruby to watch her mother die under mysterious circumstances, so mentally and physically ill she had to be removed from the house. As she tried to recall the details Tommy had given, her head began to feel foggy and her arm went numb clutching for the edge of the small table. Ruby's words reverberated in her skull as though someone were speaking to her underwater. Her tongue felt thick and heavy as she tried to speak, only capable of uttering one word. "What?"

"Uncle Arthur taught me about kindness when my horse died. I know what to do now to help you," Ruby said sweetly, indicating toward the biscuits. Mrs. Shelby looked at Ruby's empty dish, only just realizing she hadn't consumed anything. The child placed her hand over her stepmother's, giving a gentle pat.

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Feeling a mounting sense of dread course through her body, Mrs. Shelby tried to pull away, but only succeeded in falling face forward onto the plush rug. The pattern turned to fuzzy incoherent shapes as her eyes struggled to focus. She heard Ruby shriek, "Stay away from her!" as the colors faded to black.

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"Oh, dear God!" Frances cried as she took in the sight of the unconscious lady of the house. Her quickened footsteps echoed through the house as she ran to retrieve Mr. Shelby.

When Tommy returned moments later, his eyes were wild with fear. He checked his wife's pulse, finding only a faint whisper pulsing at his fingertips and his stomach lurched as realized he might be losing her. "Ruby, what happened?" he begged, pushing the hair from his wife's face to take in her ashen complexion.

Ruby couldn't speak, her lower lip wobbling as her father shook her shoulders harshly, demanding answers. "What've you done?"

"I haven't been naughty! I haven't!" she cried, looking down at the crumpled figure before them. Looking back to her father, her dewy hazel eyes pleaded for understanding. "It was mercy, Daddy," she whispered.

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[maehara-san]

━━ 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚

Every single day felt like torture, looking at them was impossible. 

As much as you tried to focus on your studies, paying attention in class, your eyes would shift over to them. 

It didn’t click in your mind, how everything suddenly changed so fast in such a short time for you. One day you were confessing, the next you were together, and everything else turned into a blur. 

You were tired of the ache in your chest, the memories of him knowing he was never going to return back to you. 

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder as they carefully nudged you. “Y/n?” 

Slowly you blinked trying to get your eyes to stay awake, you lifted your head from where it was resting on your arms. “Midoriya?” 

“Hey...” He smiled small. “Class is about to start soon... I thought it would be best to wake you up before Mr. Aizawa gets here.” 

“Thank you...” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes hoping to get rid of those dark baggy eyes that never seemed to turn back to normal. 

“Have you eaten?” He asked sitting down on his assigned seat. 

“No, I didn’t have much of an appetite this morning.” Running your fingers through your hair, you tried to fix your appearance to at least look presentable. 

Hearing your answer he placed a small box full of food along with a juice cartoon and milk. “I figured and told Iida to help me prepare something for you to eat.” 

You wanted to cry, not because of sadness but at how attentive and caring they were being. At the way your classmates tried to cheer you up despite how awkward it was at times. You felt thankful for the support group you had, being away from home. 

“You guys are too kind.” You weakly chuckled. 

“We were worried we know things aren’t easy, but we didn’t want you to skip out on your meals.” He said. 

You were about to speak when the door opened and the rest of your friends, classmates, walked in. 

Ojiro and Aoyama smiled in your direction, you smiled back at them. Shoji and Todoroki then made their way over to you both. 

“Good morning, Midoriya and Y/n.” Todoroki said. "How are you feeling?"

"Did that headache go away?" Shoji asked.

"I'm doing much better, thanks for the pain killer." You answered.

"It's no problem, I'm glad I was awake still to help you."

"You need to try and eat too, Y/n." Todoroki said.

"I know... I know, I promise to make sure to eat today." You reassured them, "Midoriya brought me some food, I'll eat the granola bar right now."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that-" Midoriya spoke then stopped midway as his gaze focused on the classroom's door.

"Midoriya?" You asked looking at him confused then followed his gaze.

Shoji and Todoroki were both silent. 

Your eyes widened, the person you loved had moved quickly onto someone else already. You didn’t know how long you had been staring that your eyes were starting to hurt, you blinked rapidly. 

“Uraraka...” Midoriya spoke slowly, “Are you and Kaachan?...”

Your friend looked down, avoiding everyone’s stares. You looked at how tightly they were holding hands, he kept squeezing the grip as a sign of comfort that he was there by her side. It felt like a nightmare, never did you think that your own best friend and ex-boyfriend would end up together. 

Was she the reason why he kept distancing himself more? Shaking your head you tried to keep breathing steady enough to speak. 

“S-since when?...” 

Bakugo looked around seeing all their eyes were on them. Guilt took over him, it wasn’t the ideal situation for both to show up together to class while holding hands. He wanted to tell you but didn’t think it would matter.

He was irritated and it showed. “What the hell are you all looking at?!” Bakugo shouted, “We don’t owe you any explanation... so stop staring and mind your own damn business!” 

You breathed out, “Really?... it is my business, you went ahead and got with my own best friend, Ka-Bakugo! You didn’t stop to think how fucked up this was?” 

“We’re already done.” He said. “What I decide to do is never going to involve you, learn to accept that.” 

Uraraka lowered her head, making a few pieces of her bangs to cover her face. “I-I’m sorry... Y/n. I wanted to... t-to tell you but I knew you would hate me in the end still.” 

“You were the one I went to when things turned into shit, Uraraka!” You raised your voice not caring about staying quiet and if those outside of the classroom heard. You were hurt, you were betrayed. “I-I thought we were close-” 

“We are!-” She retorted looking at you, her eyes were turning red. “I still care about our friendship, Y/n. I-I value it too much to have it go down the drain just like that-” 

Your hands formed into fists, “If you had you wouldn’t have-!” you bit your tongue trying not to say something you’d regret in the end. 

“Even if you started to like him Uraraka, what you did was messed up.” Mina spoke. 

“I don’t care about what you extras think.” Bakugo stated, “I chose who I wanted to and I don’t give a crap about any of you! I’m telling you now if any of you decide to mess with her, I won’t hesitate to beat the crap out of you.” 

Midoriya stepped forward to approach them. “Kaachan, what you did-” 

In response, Bakugo's fist connected with his jaw causing him to fall down to the ground.

"What the hell man?!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"You can't just go hitting people, Bakugo!" Kirishima added.

"Deku!-" Uraraka hesitated on going over to him, despite it all, she didn't like seeing her friends getting hurt.

You kneeled down next to him, "Are you okay?..."

He nodded holding himself up on his elbow, wiping off the blood from his bruised lip. "I'm fine... it was just a hit."

"You need to calm down Bakugo." Todoroki spoke.

"Shut it icy hot before I start with you too." Bakugo threatened.

Uraraka stood in front of him, holding the side of his face. "Calm down alright? We knew what was going to happen... I don't want you getting in trouble with Mr. Aizawa. Let's just go sit down...."

You heard every single word, she ever spoke to him. It was frustrating that he was acting different towards her than he ever did with you. It was like a switch was turned on inside of him, suddenly he turned caring and listened what she had to say. It made your blood boil, how he was treating her better than he ever did with you.

Bakugo nodded, he followed her to his desk to get away from the group.

"Y/n..." Midoriya whispered. "It's okay...."

You sniffled, wiping away the tears with the back of your hands. "I'm tired... it was always the same with him. H-he never listened..."

Without realizing your crying became louder. All heads turned to look at you, they all feel for you. It was a shock to them that from night to morning he suddenly decided to be with someone else.

Mina approached you, kneeling next to you. "Y/n do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Midoriya kneeled beside you as well, his arm resting comfortingly on your shoulder. "Let's take you home... you need some time for yourself-"

Shaking your head, you got up with trembling legs. "I-I'm not going... I-I shouldn't have to suffer because of them." You said resulting in Bakugo and Uraraka to look at you.

Taking a deep breath you tried to steady your voice. "I-I gave everything I had to someone who never appreciated it!" You exclaimed, looking straight at him. "I don't shouldn't need to hold myself back any longer, I don't care if everyone hears what I say! All this time you could n-never listen to me! I tried reasoning with you and even go so far as to take your side even when I knew you were in the wrong.” You hiccuped. “I-I did everything to make sure what we had would last... b-but you never cared enough to try to change. And now all of a sudden... y-you’ve changed?...” 

Bakugo stood up. “We already talked, Y/n.” 

“No we didn’t.” You stepped forward getting closer to him. “You called it quits the moment things started to fall apart. I tried so d-damn hard to be next to you. I stood awake by your parents side when the league of villains kidnapped you! I risked my health because I was worried sick about your well being... I-I didn’t know if you had been tortured or...k-killed.” Your eyes were swollen, along with your cheeks. “Now you decided to listen to someone else who barely knows you? H-How come I got the end of the stick when things turned south, yet she didn’t?!” You cried out, pointing at yourself. “W-what did I ever do for you to treat me like a stranger?!” 

His lips parted, he wanted to say something but no words were able to come out. 

“What the hell is going on here?” Mr. Aizawa angrily spoke, making everyone freeze. He noticed the bruise that Midoriya had on his face, “Did a fight break out again?” he turned to look at Bakguo. “What did I say about you two fighting?!” 

You spoke up, wiping away your tears angrily. “It’s not their fault Mr. Aizawa. I was the one who started the argument...” 

Mr. Aizawa didn’t believe you, nonetheless he went along with it noticing you were in such bad shape. “I see... please go to nurse’s room along with Midoriya.” 

Silently you walked out of the classroom, with him by your side. You could feel Bakugo’s stare burning into the back of your head. Mr. Aizawa’s words became muffled, you didn’t care enough to listen about what was the schedule for today. All you could replay in your mind was them. 

“Y/n.” Midoriya stopped in his tracks, grabbing onto your wrist gently making you stop too. 

“What-... we need to get you to recovery girl, Izuku.” You said looking back at him. 

“I don’t need to see her.” He said. 

“But-” 

He shook his head, “You’re the one that needs help right now, what happened back there...” a sigh escaped his lips. “I know it wasn’t easy for you to let it all out.” 

Sniffling, you looked off to the side. “I did it because I was tired... I spend all these days crying over someone who never stopped to think about all the things I did for him. In a blink of an eye he’s in a new relationship... it just proved that those eight months didn’t mean anything to him...” You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from crying again. “I-I was easy to replace...” 

“No you’re not.” Without thinking Midoriya pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist while the other rested on the back of your head. “Kaachan is an idiot for losing such a great person. What he did does not measure how amazing you are. If he decided to go as far as to be with Uraraka then that’s on him. You did all you could for him... he’s blind with his own selfishness that he didn’t see how good he had it.” 

Your legs felt weak, if it wasn’t for the tight hold he had on you, your body would have collapsed. “Why d-did he have to be such a jerk...” You mumbled burying your head into his shoulder. 

Midoriya chuckled lightly. “His quirk is explosion... I guess all that residue from it got too high up into his head.” 

A weak smile formed on your lips. “I don’t think he even has a brain to begin with...” 

Gently he kept petting the back of your head. “I’m serious about what I said... what he did was on him... don’t doubt yourself because of his actions. Sooner or later he’ll realize what a big mistake he made for letting you go.” 

Pulling away, his hands cradled your face. He was being so kind, understanding of how you felt. 

“You’re here comforting me b-but...” You sniffled, “I haven’t even been helping you... I know how much you liked Uraraka, Izuku.” 

He sadly smiled. “It was going to happen sooner or later... she never felt the same way about me.” 

“She’s missing out on someone great as well... she doesn’t know what she’s letting go just to be with him.” You said smiling small. “I hope you find them, you deserve so much more than her. After all you have done to help her too, it’s such a shame really.” 

Izuku’s cheeks turned a light pink. “Thanks...”  

You both chuckled together, smiling at one another. It brought peace to you both even if it was for a short time. Being alone in the hallway and away from prying eyes was just what you needed. The quietness helped you calm yourselves down. 

All you did was look at each other, there was no awkwardness despite being friends. Being with Izuku felt the opposite of how it was with Bakugo. He was kind, caring, and patient. It was a safe space. 

Something inside you both changed, you slowly began to lean into one another’s personal space. Your eyes were focused on each other, neither of you closed them. It felt a magnet was pulling you both in, the opposite forces were starting to connect, making it impossible to pull away. You didn’t know if it was because you both needed comfort or you wanted to forget. 

When you were centimeters away from each other’s lips, Izuku spoke. “Are you sure?” He whispered. 

“I want to move forward... if you’re not comfortable we don’t need-” 

He made sure you didn’t finish your sentence and connected your lips together. You were surprised at his boldness, that you didn’t kiss him back right away. Izuku pulled you in closer to him like he did before. He deepened the kiss but kept it soft, not rushed. 

Slowly your eyes closed and you finally let yourself give in. A rush of electricity ran through your body. You never thought about kissing your close friend and yet here you were, enjoying it. Your hands subconsciously rested on his hips, kissing him back with everything you felt. 

His lips were so soft, you couldn’t get enough of them. A smile formed on each other’s faces as you continued to kiss, like no time was passing by.  

Bakugo’s mind kept going to you, he couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head. He raised his hand. “Mr. Aizawa, can I go to the bathroom?” 

Mr. Aizawa hesitated but gave him permission to go. Bakugo stood up, ignoring everyone’s stare. He walked out, running fingers through his hair feeling conflicted. His heart was already set on someone else, yet he couldn’t help the urge to go check on you. 

Biting his lip,”Fuck it...” he turned into the opposite direction and headed to the nurse’s office instead. All he wanted to make sure was that you were okay, not because he still had feelings for you. At least that’s what he told himself on the way. 

He was about to turn the corner but stopped when he saw you and Midoriya in the hallway. Bakugo stepped a few feet back in hopes you wouldn't see him.

A feeling ran through his veins, he didn't like the way he was holding you. Midoriya was showing too much of comfort towards you. He couldn't exactly read your lips, nor listen to what you were both talking about.

All he could tell was the way you looked at him with those big eyes, like how you used to see him every time you were both alone. He wanted to interrupt you, but he knew it wasn't in his power to do that.

When he thought the conversation was over he walked towards you both. His mind was already made up, and his body only edged him on, before he thought about anything through.

"Y/n-" He stood still as he saw you both kissing. His arm had reached out to pull him away from you but it stopped in mid air. It was clear that Midoriya had feelings for you, even though he liked Uraraka.

Bakugo wanted to do something, anything to get him away from you but he didn't. He couldn't.

Once you pulled away from each other, you looked behind Izuku to see Bakugo standing there.

Midoriya quickly turned around and pulled you behind him, protecting you away from Bakugo.

"What are you doing here, Kaachan?"

Bakugo however was silent, his eyes only moved from Izuku over to you. Swallowing down hard, you grabbed a hold onto his hand. Making sure, that Bakugo saw that you were done. Izuku squeezed your hand back in comfort.

It felt like an eternity, his stare became intense the longer his eyes laid on you. "Is this why, you decided to leave with him?" Bakugo asked.

"It's none of your business." You replied. "I don't owe you an explanation either... you already did the damage, can't you just let me be? Go focus on your new girlfriend... she needs you not me."

“Y/n, can we talk for a sec-” 

“You heard her Bakugo, it’s time you start to distance yourself from her.” Midoriya said.

“No one asked you for your opinion-” 

“Stop talking to him like that!” You exclaimed. “Don’t you see the way you’re acting you are only hurting those around you who cared? You’re never going to change... I’ve seen that now. So do me a favor and stop talking to me... I don’t want to deal with someone who never cared about me to begin with.” 

“That’s not true.” He said. 

“It’s not? The way you acted with her in class explains everything I ever needed to know.” You sucked in your lips then let go, looking away from him. “Just stop trying to talk to me... you’re only hurting me more. If you once cared about me... then leave me alone.” 

“Respect... my girlfriend’s decision, Kaachan. We may have been childhood friends but I won’t hold back next time if you keep hurting her.” Midoriya said. 

His gaze fell onto your tightly held hands, now he understood what you were feeling when you saw them both do the same. Bakugo couldn’t say anything else, how could he? It was obvious he was the one who broke it off without bothering to understand how you felt. So what right did he had to tell you anything? 

Izuku looked down at you, you nodded turning on your heel and heading inside recovery girl’s office not turning your head to look back at him anymore. 

Standing alone in the empty hallway, he blinked away the tears that were threatening to form. After a minute or so he turned around and headed to the bathroom. 

He went to the sink and splashed his face with water, he looked in the mirror and saw his eyes were turning red. 

He wanted to be alone, now he didn’t have the audacity to whine about it. So why was it breaking him apart until now?

|A.N: Currently not working so I write on my free time if you'd like to send tips any amount is appreciated, thank you so much for reading!|

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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 & ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤

Garfield Logan x Platonic! Reader

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Main Masterlist | DC Comics Masterlist

Summary: Gar is an underestimated member of the Titans, and after recent events, he really needed someone.

Warnings: Nothing but Sad Gar and angst

A/N: This is set between the end of season 2 and the beginning of season 1.

Words: 1.9K

Out of all the Titans, Y/N was the quietest. She kept to herself most of the time and tried to stay out of everyone’s way.  But that didn’t stop her from observing the people around you.

She was hypervigilant and saw through all the crap that the Titans told each other. Like how Dick tried to see past his horrible childhood and refuses to believe that he reflects that on the other people in the tower. Or how Kory is such a badass on the outside, but on the inside she was struggling to find herself. But one of the most difficult things for her to watch was the number of times they put their needs before Gar’s, but he was always there for him.

It hurt the girl to watch them do that to the poor boy, so she took it upon herself to come to his aid. It hadn’t been long since C.A.D.M.U.S Labs basically kidnapped Gar and Conner from the tower and forced them to do their bidding. It took a lot out of Gar, especially with the loss of Donna that same night. Everyone was upset with Donna’s passing, but none of them paid attention to Gar or Conner’s feelings. They too had suffered a tremendous amount.

Y/N could hear Gar, at night, crying through the walls. He grew distant from the Titans, keeping to himself mostly. And not once did a single person try to do something about it.

The girl sat on the couch, listening to some classical music through her headphones as she randomly drew using her sketch pad. Classical music somehow brought out an artistic side to her. It was something she learned with Dick. Out of nowhere, a blank-faced Gar stormed into the large room, and into the kitchen. 

Seeing this, Y/N removed the headphones from her ears and placed them around her neck. She moved her art supplies from off her lap and uncurled herself from her crisscross position. She stood, walking over to a clearly upset Gar, as he aggressively pulled out a box of cereal, practically slamming it onto the counter.

“Are you okay, Gar?” Y/N asked, concerned for her friend who once again slammed a bowl on the counter, next to the cereal.

“Is that classical music?” Gar asked, glaring up at the girl. His head twitched and his eyes turned green. Y/N took that as a sign of hostility, but she wasn’t scared.

She nodded, “Yes. It helps me focus.” Gar was not happy with the music that was blasting through her headphones. “Well, turn it off,” he barked as he went to grab some milk. She respectfully obeyed Gar's orders, turning her headphones off, so no one could hear the music.

What’s wrong with you, Mr. grumpy,” Y/N joked, keeping a curious eye on the green haired boy. 

Looking up at the ceiling, he rubbed his face, letting out a loud groan. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he sighed, now looking the girl straight in the eye.

Y/N nodded her head, giving the boy a sad smile. “Well, if you need anything, I’m here.” Her loving tone seeped through the boy’s ears as a warm fuzzy feeling rushed through his body. A small smile appeared on Gar’s face as nodded and went back to making his food.

Y/N gave the boy one last look before collecting her stuff and leaving the room entirely. ‘If he wants to talk to me, I won’t force him. Just let him come to you, Y/N,’ Y/N thought to herself as she exited the room. Leaving the boy alone.

Gar watched the girl’s movement and contemplated her words. It was something he rarely heard unless it was him trying to help his friends. It felt nice to know there was someone willing to help him.

Later that night, Gar stood in Y/N’s door frame, watching as she made her bed, tucking in her sheets and covers, for that perfect hold on her as she slept. He knocked on the wooden door, catching the attention of the young girl. Her head flew up, breaking her concentration from her bed, and a warm smile appeared when she saw the boy standing in her doorway.

“Hey,” She spoke, in a cheerful manner. Gar didn’t smile back. The girl frowned, sensing something wrong. The boy stepped closer to the girl, allowing her to see the dried-up tears that ran down Gar’s face.

“Gar?” She asked, concerned for the boy. He didn’t speak. He, instead, walked over to the girl, making her jump slightly as he pulled her into an unexpected hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, patting his back.

“Gar, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” She spoke, hearing small sobs against her back. “Can I sleep in here?” The boy asked quietly. Y/N stayed quiet, feeling the vibration as Gar cried into her neck. 

She had a feeling she knew why the boy wanted to stay with her for the night. She felt her face warm up as she tried to imagine what the boy was going through. A tear ran down her face as she nodded. "Y-yeah, you can stay tonight," she stuttered.

Gar pulled back from her, wiping the tears, not wanting Y/N to see him cry, but she already saw everything. She saw the broken boy ages ago, it wasn’t until now that she saw how broken he really was.

Placing her hand on his back, she led him over to the right side of the bed, pulling out the cover to allow him to lie down. He did as intended before the girl went over to the other side, crawling in next to him. 

She turned off the light, and just lay with her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Gar lay on his side, watching the dark shadow of her door. His mind wandered as he began to remember what it was like to not be in control. To be in the dark. He remembered the people he killed, and how C.A.D.M.U.S had hurt him. He remembered the pain he felt from the time he was taken from the tower to the time Rachel had released him from the mind prison he was forced into.

Y/N heard the familiar cries. Those similar to the ones she would hear through the walls. Gar sniffled as two arms wrapped around his figure, pulling him into their embrace. He relaxed, knowing it was Y/N comforting him.

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” Gar mumbled through his tears.

Y/N tilted her head as she looked down at the boy, calmly playing with his hair. It was something her mother had done when she was upset. She smiled and said, “It’s fine Gar. You went through some pretty traumatic stuff. We all have times when we’re scared to open up. No one blames you.”

“No, I shouldn’t have gotten mad like that.” Gar went quiet as he tried to muster up the courage to say what he needed to. “It’s just that… Classical music is what C.A.D.M.U.S used to brainwash me. Obviously, you didn't know that, and therefore it was wrong for me to get upset.”

Y/N felt guilty. She didn’t know any of that. Her breath hitched at the thought of all the things C.A.D.M.U.S did to the teenage boy in her arms. The torture. The mental and physical pain that he went through, watching as he uncontrollably killed many people, both innocent and guilty. She was sympathetic toward the boy, and it hurt, even more, to see that no one else cared as much as Y/N did.

“When I sleep, I hear their screams. I could hear the sound of myself clawing and biting into innocent people. Children running scared in fright. I never wanted that for myself or anyone for that matter.”

Y/N rubs his back in a comforting way, staring blankly at a wall as she listens to Gar’s words. “I wake up, and my pillow is soaked. I cry in my sleep. And every night, it’s the same thing. Sometimes during the day, I can hear them. Their pleas for me to stop. Their cries for help. I feel so disoriented nowadays.”

Y/N kisses Gar’s forehead and quietly says, “You just need a little guidance. And I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but everyone has been through some life-changing stuff, no matter how hard they push it down. Me…” she said pointing at herself, even though she knew Gar couldn’t see her. “I’ve always been in the background. Always listening. Always watching. And even though I’m able to live in the background, I still get lonely. It feels as though I know everyone else's struggles, but no one knows mine. And that’s where me and you are the same. You work so hard to make everyone else happy, but you don’t make time to make yourself happy… at least, not in the way you want to be happy.”

He silently cried into the girl’s pillow, taking it all in, listening to every word the girl spoke as if it were a scripture in a holy text. He thought about what she was saying, and he realized that he was right. He had been there to pick everyone else up, but who would be there to pick him up. 

He then remembered what Y/N had said about herself, only for him to realize that he had never noticed the girl at all. He didn’t really know anything about the girl holding him in her arms. 

‘Who is this girl?’ Gar questioned himself before sitting up, forcing himself out of the girl’s arms so that he could actually look at her. But when Gar turned to get a better look, everything around him changed. He wasn’t in Y/N’s bed anymore. He was on his own. And instead of the moonlight seeping through the curtains, the sun's bright beams of light blinded him. He looked down at where the girl once was, but she was nowhere to be found.

Gar stood from his bed, resting his feet on the floor below him. He readjusted his nightshirt before leaving his room. The green-haired boy looked left and right, both curious and confused about what was going on.

He walked through the tower to get to the living room, and he looked at the couch where Gar remembered the girl once sat. Behind him, Dick walked into the room, giving the boy a questioning look. “You okay, Gar?” Dick asked, stepping closer to the boy. Gar stood in his spot as Dick’s words ran on a loop in his head, each time sounding more and more like the girl.

Gar scoffed before turning around to face Dick. Dick called Gar’s name once more before Gar asked, “Where’s Y/N?”

Dick was utterly confused by his question. He didn’t know anyone by that name, and it worried him that Gar was so eager for the girl's whereabouts. “Who’s Y/N,” Dick asked as he tried to get more information out of the boy.

Gar shook his head in disbelief. He saw the girl. She was sitting on the very couch that was sitting right next to him. They talked as if they knew one another, and she held him in her arms. He felt as if he had known the girl. But did he really know the girl?  And it suddenly clicked in his head that before today, he had never noticed the girl.

‘Was it all a dream?’

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A/N: I know the ending is a little bad and rushed, but I just wanted to add a bit of an element of surprise. It was more of a last-minute choice.

But, if any of you, and I mean ANY of you need someone to talk to, I am here. This story is inspired by my personal life, so I understand. Sometimes we don't know how to ask for help, or we have no one who understands us, but I want you to know that you have a voice when it comes to me. Just DM me, and I will listen.

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Hello! I’m making a kid oc and I was wondering if you would be comfortable writing a PLATONIC relationship w/ Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Diluc + Gn Child reader?

I was thinking that reader was really tired and fell asleep on them or something like that.

Feel free to ignore

☆ Platonic relationships, specially with kid reader, heal my soul. I couldn't come with a scenario for kaeya but didn't want to have you waiting, sorry :( ☆

Genshin Dads x Kid!Reader

-> Summary: Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them

Tags: Fluff, Platonic relationship, Kid!reader, the main characters are the Reader's dad. Implied Thoma x Ayato [Thomato🍅?].

-> Warnings: This is a platonic fic involving a kid character, pedophilic behavior of any kind is not accepted nor respected here.

-> Triggers: None

-> Includes: Zhongli, Thoma and Diluc

Please tell me if you find any mistake!

Zhongli

You were peacefully enjoying some warm tea at late noon on Liyue's Harbour best teahouse when you started to feel your eyelids grow heavier. Your dad noticed your behavior and chuckled silently before taking off his coat and covering you with it, "Excuse me, sweetheart -I'm afraid I lost my control over time. How about we head home?"

You were too tired to answer so you just nodded softly after giving a small yawn to him and rubbing your eyes tiredly. You rest your head on his shoulder and he takes you on his arms before heading home, allwhile a loving smile paints his face.

Thoma

You love accompanying you father wherever he goes but, as much as Mr Kamisato Ayato treats you nicely and gives you sweets whenever he sees you -he even showed you his bright katana!-, you have to admit that your father's work is rather...boring. Yes, you love to help him with the broom or cleaning the dust off some tables but the rest of the time you have to spend it in the garden, laying around on the grass or watching a row of ants work together on some lost crumbs.

Today was being a specially long day of work for your father at the Kamisato Estate and although he warned you about it, you were growing more and more tired. Eventually, it didn't take much time until your eyelids became heavier and your mind blurry. You were outside, in the garden, when you fell asleep on the dark wooden stairs of the Kamisato House. As soon as Thoma noticed your absence and couldn't see you around he grew worried and ran outside to search for you but he sighed in relief when he saw that you just fell asleep. He chuckled softly at the sight and picked you up "You're going to catch a cold if you stay outside" and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before entering again the Kamisato Estate.

He laid you on a pillow and covered you with a soft blanket before smiling to himself and continue working.

When Mr. Kamisato Ayato returned from his meetings he couldn't feel but touched at the sight of you sleeping on a corner. Since Thoma had been working on the house all day, he didn't mind sending him home sooner than usual, and so he did. He whispered him, careful not to wake you up, something about having the rest of the day off so he could relax a bit.

Thoma was surprised about this suggestion but took it anyway so, when he finished organizing the documents from Mr. Kamisato's meeting, he took you in his arms and after a quick goodbye you headed home.

He had to admit that he loved having you around work but, sometimes, the thought of how you prefer being with him rather playing with other kids makes him a bit sad. He wished he could go with you to the park or just take a walk around.

But, who knows? Maybe one day some head of the Kamisato Clan decides that he wants to spend a peaceful day around Inazuma with you and your dad.

Diluc

Although your dad doesn't want you around the tabern —even less if it's at night— he could only surrender at those pleading, watery eyes. After all, it wasn't that late anyway, so he let you stay around.

You were sitting in front of the bar counter with your favourite beverage on one hand as you watched closely how your dad worked.

Everything he was doing was so elegant —mixing cocktails, pouring milk on coffee, squeezing lemons on cups of tea- you couldn't be proudest of your dad.

Allwhile Diluc was working, a smile was painted on his face at your little, proud eyes, you were really enjoying watching the show of him working.

Eventually, he'll tell you outloud the recipes and steps for making different things and narrate you the process so you can learn them, too. When he's got a bit of free time, he'll also let you take a sip of the non-alcoholic beverages he makes, the ones with the best smell.

Needless to say that he'll watch with furious eyes to whoever happens to sit beside you and won't hesitate to raise his voice against anyone who starts talking and bothering you. Thankfully, Mr Kaeya and Lady Rosaria are also around and, as the good uncle and aunt that they are, they won't hesitate neither to kick some butts if it's for your safety and comfort.

Excuse me, I've got too excited, now to the main topic

You wanted to continue watching your dad work —It wasn't even late!— but your eyes refused to stay open. The moment Diluc noticed your tiredness, he asked Charles beside him for a quick relay.

Then, he gently took you in his arms and headed to the Favounius Headquartes, where he searched for someone who could take an eye on you whike he worked on the tabern —he wouldn't mind having you sleeping while he works if it weren't by the fact that his work is full of drunk weirdos—.

After peeking around the library he heard the voice of a woman,

-Diluc- She sighed -What are you looking for?-

Your dad turned his head to where he sound was coming and so he saw Lisa reading some book on a couch. She quirked an eyebrow at him and waited for an answer she probably already suspected.

-Lisa, I need you to watch my kid while I work- he stopped talking as he saw the librarian pinch the bridge of her nose -It won't be long, just until I finish a couple things, I'll be leaving soon today-

-Ah...Whatever!- She sighs again as she stands up and takes some blankets from a couch -Put them here. If they make any noise I swear I'll return them to you, Diluc-

Your dad let you rest on the soft surface before covering you with a blanket. Then, he thanked Lisa for the favor and quickly returned to the tabern so he could pick your things up.

≡≡≡

The next thing you remember is waking up in a bed in a room of the Favounius Headquartes, your dad snoring softly on a nearby sofa. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable, so you stood up and decided to put a pillow under his head.

You got to cover him with a blanket and put a pillow beneath his neck without waking him up. Then, you returned to your own bed to continue sleeping peacefully, knowing that your dad never left you and never will.

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