#just got the thing where i want to live triggers if you hang out behind his tent at camp

[waterdeepthroat]

i’m really starting to hate how bg3 fans and writers treat ast*rion tbh

#just got the thing where i want to live triggers if you hang out behind his tent at camp #and ppl say i want to live is the theme for the whole party…sure jan #like it’s ok to play favourites but just don’t make it this obvious that he’s your absolute Specialest boy like that shit’s embarrassing #like plotwise he’s not even fucking relevant and yet he has 2x the romance scenes of some other characters… sigh #i like him bc he’s well developed but they should NOT have paid him this much attention it’s so fucking unfair #bg3 critical

[rimaiahwrites]

Know better

Connie catches you playing with his gun… short spanking, bratty behavior, softish dom!connie, sub!black!reader, aftercare, fluffy.

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Your stomach growled as you stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, then went to sit in the living room with Connie, “hi my handsome boyy.” You grinned as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He ignored you, mumbling a quick “wassup” while aggressively clicking on the buttons of his controller.

You huffed loudly, Connie was paying you no attention today because he was too busy on the game with his homeboys, eren, jean and ony. You pouted and laid your chin on his shoulder “Bubba you’re not paying attention to me” you whined. His eyes still glued to the tv not hearing a word you just said but apparently all the boys talking through his headset did because you could their loud asses asking for you to say hi, so you grabbed the headset from Connie and placed it on your head. “Hi boys yes it is I the princess.” They all chuckled and each said their hi’s and hello’s.

“Where you been at girl?” Eren asked, the group hasn’t hung out in a minute because normally the kickbacks were at yall house but since Connie been working way more lately nobody has really had the time to hang out.

You huffed and looked over at Connie giving him the side eye, “nothing just at home dealing with your annoying ass brother he’s been ignoring me all day-“ before you really finish Connie snatch the headset from you. You flipped him off and grabbed your phone to go back up stairs. “She tripping y’all know she spoiled as fuck.” Stomping your back up stairs to your room to find something to do and just as you walked past the dresser Connie’s gun was just sitting there. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed the heavy weapon, it looked so big in your hand compared to the way it looked in Connie’s. You pulled your bonnet off and posed in front of the mirror with it in your hand, your finger off the trigger. You giggled.

Maybe I need one I look like a boss bitch for real. You thought.

“Y’all niggas tripping man gimme my shit!” You whispered yelled putting the gun up and pointing it at the mirror playing like you was a gangsta like mr. baldie down stairs. You kept playing around with his loaded gun saying all the things you hear him say to people whenever he has to pull his gun out, which was only twice because he always tries to be on his best behavior when he has you around, he didn’t really like you seeing him like that or to put you in a position to be harmed with the nonsense he deals with. you were his little princess and he wanted you kept in the dark about all the stuff he puts himself into.

So he definitely didn’t playing with his gun so imagine the shook on your face when his deep voice said loudly “what the hell is you doing?” snatching the gun out your hand and placed in his waist band. “Huh? Nothing I-I was just-“

“Just what? Playing with my loaded gun? Which you know you ain’t supposed to be doing you know the rules”

“I know i was Broad you wasn’t paying me any attention!” You pouted crossing your arms, he fake pouted back and bend down to your height, “oh so you think just because I wasn’t going you my full undivided attention for a couple hours you can break the rule and go against what I say?” Hissed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you very angrily like he was up to something, it made you very nervous so you stayed as far away from the bed as possible. “Co’ mere” he said lowly making the come here motion with his finger, you stood there hands behind your back playing with the end of Connie’s over sized shirt that laid at the back of your thighs.

“Now y/n.” He said sternly making you jump a little as you made your way over to him. He grabbed you and flipped you on your face, your face was planted on the bed and your ass laid across his legs. You gasped when he pulled your shirt- well his shirt up over your booty and pulled your pink lace panties down to expose your bare skin.

“Con please no.”

“You know you ain’t supposed to be playing wit’ daddy’s gun, you know better so what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I get Punished, but-“ he chuckled and pulled his hoodie off.

“Ain’t no buts, you getting 20 and don’t lose count because if you do imma start over.” He said raising his hand high up and smacking you hard on the plump of your ass making you jump, you gasped loudly reaching back to grab his hand.

“Move your hands, now put them under your chin.” He popped your hands making you whine and quickly hide them away from him. He spanked you again, the tears began to come, you tried your best to keep the sobs in but his rough hands kept coming down on your bottom so hard making it sting.

What made it even worse was you weren’t used him being so mean, your daddy has barely raised his voice at you let alone spank you as a punishment, the most he has done was give you light soft spanks when you would act up when he was in your guts. You almost didn’t know if your were crying from the pain or your feelings being hurt.

“Papa please no more!” You cried

“Nah I already told, never touch my guns so why I come up here to see you playing with it?” He asked hitting you again. You almost couldn’t get your words out

“I-I didn’t put my finger on the trigger!” You screamed.

“That doesn’t matter I told you not to touch it at all, what if you accidentally shot it? Huh? What if you accidentally shot yourself?” he was so mad and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist was getting tighter and his hand was coming down harder making your ass jump, his hand felt hot and your ass you were sure was a bright red by now. Him even thinking about you hurting yourself with HIS gun made him feel a little sick, he didn’t play about you.

You were on the last five spanks and you just couldn’t take it anymore so without thinking of the consequences you reached back and grabbed his hand looking him in the eyes with your big brown teary eyes. “Papa please no more m’ so sorry won’t do it again..” you pouted, you felt like you were in a daze. Connie could see it in your eyes that you were deep in sub space, you looked so far gone. His heart melted and pulled you up to face him.

“Ok baby no more.”

He grabbed your chubby cheeks and kissed your lips softly.

“You won’t ever do that again mama?” You shook your head fast. “I p-promise, never ever again.” You sniffled. Putting your head in his neck breathing his scent in deeply. He smiled and leaned back against the pillows resting against your headboard, he rubbed your back trying to sooth your sniffles and hiccups. He looked down and saw that your bottom was a dark red and big hand prints covering it. He put his hands on it and you jumped a little and let out a whine. He cringed a little, his poor baby he thought even if it was for your own good.

“I just wanna keep you safe and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I tell you sweetheart you understand?” You nodded your head still keeping your head in between his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes of silence you spoke very softly keeping your voice very low. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Look at me,” he demanded holding your face in his big vainly hands. “I’m not mad anymore ok? And you did such a good job at taking your punishment mama, my big girl.” He mumbled kissing you all over your face and neck.

“You deserve a reward for taking it like a good girl, what do you want? A new Prada bag? Shoes? Ice cream? Anything you want.”

“Mm…” you said patting your chin in thought. “How about a new bag and ice cream?” And Connie agreed because you were his spoiled good girl…most of the time.

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Might do a part2 cuz it’s not as long as I wanted but just wanted to get this out

#connie x you #connie springer #connie x black y/n #connie x black reader #aot connie #connie snk #dom!Connie stringer #dom!connie #black!sub!reader #black!sub #dom!connie x sub!reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction

[brbzonedout]

-Movie Night

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Spider-person!reader

Warnings: Protectiveness…if that triggers you.

Outside of Miles’s window the streets buzzed with noise, from cars honking their horns to people yelling for their kids to come inside.

It was late at night as usual and Miles was sitting at his desk listening to music as he sketched out ideas for a creative writing paper that he couldn’t visualize properly.

knock knock…

That was unexpected.

Miles turned toward his bedroom window to see you standing out there with a excited smile. The boy smirked subconsciously wondering what you were doing here this late, especially without texting him first.

He opened the window and helping you crawl through.

“Don’t worry your mom knows i’m here,” you said landing on the hard wood floor of his bedroom.

“ho-”

“I texted her..anyways look!” you lifted your phone to his face showing him the disney plus app.

Miles squinted his eyes shielding them from the phones aggressive brightness, “What am I looking at?” he stifled a laugh.

You turned the phone back to your view, eye brows furrowed, “Are we not looking at the same thing? Little mermaid is on disney plus now so we can watch it!”

“You ran all the way here just to watch The little mermaid?”

The boy closed the window behind you and took your jacket off your back to hang in his closet.

“With you…” you stated with a smile kicking off your shoes.

With a sound understanding he turned back around to face you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I coulda gotten snacks and shit.” the question came with a concern glare.

“Number one…” You held up a book bag full of both your favorite snacks.

“And two you wouldn’t have let me walk over here myself,” you grumbled, sounding slightly annoyed, seated on his edge of his bed in your hello kitty pajama pants. “then I would’ve had to wait for you to get me…then walk here….then have you walk me back home, then wait for you to get back home and you like to take stops so-”

He rolled his eyes and joined you on the bed. “Well yeah ima walk wit you, you know where we live right?”

“You realize i’m the Spinner right?” said in a whisper, matter of factly.

Miles sighed not wanting to have this conversation for the 3rd time this month. “Yeah ok y/n…lemme see the bag….please.”

You snorted getting ready to chew the boy out for his lack of manners, “I was bout to say- here.” after digging into the bag you handed over a platter of caribbean food from the place down the block.

“Wha- this is food food…”

“I may have also stopped at Mrs. Kiyana’s shop…allegedly.”

Miles stifled a laugh and took the platter. As he opened it he noticed you got everything exactly the way he liked it, jerk chicken with Jamaican cabbage, and plantains.

He held back a smile, “Thank you..” said in a soft whisper like tone as he reached his hand into the platter.

“Of course,” you reached back in the bag pulling out two forks. “I know you not about to eat that with your hands-”

The boy stopped in his tracks and awkwardly took one of them out of your hand. “Right, my bad..”

I might make a part two to this one as well. BUT I KIND OF LIKE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT!! YAY! Anyways thank you for reading<3

©brbzonedout

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales #miles morales headcanons #spider man #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #prowler miles #miles g morales #e!42 miles morales #e!42 miles x reader #e!42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #e!42 miles morales fluff

[sanguineterrain]

Hii so for the requests if this is too dark please just ignore 💜 how about jason x reader with "[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime" where maybe reader gets assaulted and in self-defense kills the criminal and is panicking and calling jason because she knows he can help her and is the only one who won't judge her. Thank you for considering 💖

hey anon! i really liked this prompt, not to worry. it reminded me of that scene in the punisher when amy shoots the guy, but frank "kills" him, so i ended up incorporating that here 😅 thanks for requesting!

i also combined this with another request i got for the prompt "hide. hide now." with jason bc i felt they went well together :)

jason todd x gn!reader | tw: gun violence. reader shoots a man whose intention is to harm them. panic attack, blood. you are in charge of the media you consume! | 843 words

prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary

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You don't know how you get back to your apartment. All you can hear is your pounding heartbeat and the footsteps of one of Two Face's men.

You shouldn't have been out this late. You shouldn't have been out alone. So many shouldn'ts run through your mind.

"Run all you want! I know where you live now, snitch! You ain't making it out tonight!"

You take the stairs two at a time, tripping over your feet. Sweat pours down your face. Your chest is tight with fear.

"Yoo-hoo," the goon sing-songs. "Where are ya, birdie?"

You unlock your phone and duck into the laundry room. Quickly, you pull out your phone and tap on your first contact.

"Todd."

"Jason," you whisper. The phone shakes in your grip.

"What's wrong?" he asks, instantly on alert.

"There's a—I was—I'm at home. I-I didn't know where else to go. Two Face's guy saw me, he chased me—"

"I'm on my way. Are you inside?"

"In... in the laundry room... Jay, I'm so scared."

"I know, I know, it's okay. I'll be there in two minutes. Go to your apartment and lock it. There's a gun taped behind the pantry cabinet. Don't hang up."

"I don't remember buying a—"

"I put it there. Go."

You don't even have the thought to be mad; Jason has always been protective of you, and right now, it might be the only thing that'll keep you alive.

"You there?" he asks as you stumble on your feet to your apartment.

"Al-almost—"

"I know you're up here, snitch!" the goon shouts from two floors below.

You gasp and nearly break your key in the lock. But you manage to get it open and lock it behind you, just how Jason ingrained in you to do. You find the gun exactly where he said it is.

"Okay. I have it. Jason, I've never—"

"I know. Listen to me—shit—okay, you see the safety? You remember what I taught you about taking the safety off?"

"Yeah, y-yeah." You take the safety off. The gun is heavy, way heavier than you remember it being when Jason had shown you how to fire it in a field outside of town.

"Alright. Now take the gun and hide. Hide now."

"Where? Jason, he's coming—" You're crying now, face slick with sweat and tears.

"Listen to me. I'm three blocks away. I will be there, okay? I won't let him do shit to you. Go to the bathroom and lock it. Be careful with the gun. Finger off the trigger."

You walk on jellied legs, half-stumbling to the bathroom. You do what he says and press yourself against the tub, gun under your palm. Your phone is on your other side.

"You still there?" he asks. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

"I'm here. I think he's—"

You flinch hard as your apartment door splinters. You cover your mouth to hide your cries. The light is off, but you doubt this is the first time this guy's hunted someone in their apartment.

You hear the squeal of tires through the phone. Jason's close; he'll be here soon, he'll—

The bathroom door tears from its hinges. The doorknob makes a hole in the wall.

You don't think.

The shot is louder than you expect, and your ears ring from the sound. Blood splatters on your bathroom tiles. The goon hits the floor with a shout.

"Oh my God, oh my God," you babble, still squished against the tub.

"You bitch!" the goon shouts, blood bubbling from his mouth.

Jason runs in then. He quickly kicks the goon's gun away and steps on his chest when the goon tries to get up. Jason cocks his gun in warning.

"Stay down, shithead," he snarls.

"I killed him," you say, tears flooding your eyes. "I didn't mean to—I didn't—"

Jason kneels in front of you and gently takes the gun from you. You look at him, stomach rolling.

"I killed him," you say again, cringing as the goon yells in pain.

Jason shakes his head. "No. Hey, you didn't kill him. You defended yourself. You just shot him, okay? See, look—"

He fires a single bullet without looking. The goon is instantly silent. You wince.

"Okay? You didn't kill him. I killed him. Me. Not you."

You whimper, face falling into Jason's chest. He holds you tightly.

"I was so scared, but I didn't want to—I thought he was gonna—"

"Shh, shh. You didn't do anything wrong. Okay? I got you. You did good. You defended yourself. It was you or him and you made the right choice."

"Don't leave," you cry, clinging to Jason's tactical vest.

He squeezes you tighter, shielding you from the body.

"I'm not going anywhere. I got you, sweetheart. Don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

You sit like that for a long time, Jason whispering gentle reassurances in your ear as you cry into his chest.

"I promise you'll never be in this situation again," he whispers when your cries have become sniffles. "I swear."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd imagine #batman fanfiction #batman imagine #dc fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[jaegerisim]

Vent post y'all are gonna hate me for.

I viscerally hate how the Duffers treat most of their non white or queer characters and I hate even more viscerally, how y'all big byler blogs in your circle jerk of other 5 big byler blogs casually like to ignore many red flags the show has.

Y'all like to say: "tHe DufFeRs ArE gReAt WrIteRs" and it's like girl, who are you lying to??? They aren't top shit writers at all. The Duffers are pretty mid imo. Yeah, they run a good show that's fun to watch and theorize abt , but that doesn't mean they're good writers cuz they're not.

1. they completely side lined Will during s3 for the sake of their straight romances: lumax, jancy, mlvn, duzie and partly stobin (even if stobin wasn't endgame, thankfully, Steve's intentions were clearly wanting to date Robin and they gave it a lot of screen time). Will was sidelined bc he didn't fit the straight romance plotline bc they planned to make him gay or whatever. Now in s4 Will and his feelings have been used as mlvn toilet paper. Yes, we like to say this is build up for byler but canonically, Will's feelings have been used to clean the shit mlvn leaves behind.

2. Billy was sympathized a lot during the last 2 seasons. They gave him the sad backstoryTM in order for ppl to feel sorry for him. Billy's backstory is literally Jonathan's but whatever.

3. El's anger issues are constantly girlboss-ified. They down play her bullying situation and literally just use it for El to be a ''girlboss" without realizing how triggering that is. As someone who has lived bullying, seeing it be ignored by canon and fanon is super sad. The whole Rink-O' Mania experience must have been so traumatizing for her yet, everyone absolutely forgets abt it 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. Robin, Erica and Argyle are stereotypical characters. Robin is the quirky lesbian with social anxiety, Erica is the badass black woman and Argyle is the Latino stoner that sells weed to white kids and works as a pizza delivery guy.

5. Altho Argyle and Eddie both do drugs, (Eddie actually sells K-12 to a minor and nobody batted an eye. He has a huge fan base). Eddie is held in a pedestal bc "poor thing 🥺 he lives in a trailer with his uncle 🥺". Tell me a single fact you know abt Argyle that isn't "he smokes weed", "he is Jonathan's only friend", "drives a van" and "he works at a pizzeria". Exactly, Eddie is given a useless backstory and Argyle isn't.

6. Dustin stopped being important to the plot sometime around s2 and s3. He is only there to curse and be mildly funny. My guy needs to hangout with ppl his age cuz he only hangs out with seniors.

7. El needs to stop having so much "I'M THAT BITCH" screentime like I need in s5 for El's arc to not just be her becoming more powerful and falling in love with Mike. I need the Duffers to explore her trauma and problems.

8. Angela should have been run over by the van.

9. Patrick should have been given a backstory that isn't the basic "strict black parents that hit their kids cuz they are a disgrace". Patrick's backstory is actually racist af, fight w the wall.

10. As Lex already said, they didn't trigger tag the ep where Jason and his friends assault Lucas and Erica. Like wtf? Why was that necessary? Why did I have to see a black boy being held at gunpoint by some white guy?? Was it relevant to the plot?? I don't think so. And then I've got to see ppl online be like "Jason wasn't that bad. He was just mourning" like bitch you can stfu. This is what happens when you make the racist assholes conventionally attractive.

Also the fact that Lucas's arc is fulfilled by him fist-fighting Jason and "embracing his weirdness" aka accepting he is black. His arc was not fulfilled at all cuz that ending spoke so loud to me. It showed how little empathy ppl have towards the struggles poc ppl living in the Midwest have. Y'all circle jerks can only see racism when it's super obvious.

Furthermore, parents complained when ST showed "an excessive amount of smoking" yet nobody batted an eye when Billy tried to run over Lucas, when Erica (an 11 y.o ffs) was chased by white kids or when Lucas was held at gunpoint by Jason.

All of this happened while they focused on Max's guilt and mourning that, yeah, are important but certainly not less important than racism!!!

11. In s3, they gave us that whole Nancy vs The Bigots arc that was honestly just triggering and useless. It didn't help Nancy's character at all, quite the opposite it put unnecessary angst.

12. Lonnie being presented as an abuser just for him to never be spoken of again. Can we please get to explore the trauma he left the Byers's with?

13. The fact that both queer relationships are considered "sloppy seconds" is extremely sad. Both Vickie and Mike are rebounding from their failed relationship with Robin and Will. These 2 ships have caused more commotion than Jancy and Jopper together! (These last ships are technically sloppy seconds too but everybody forgets that. Shocker!!)

14. Last but not least, ppl blame Argyle for being the one to get Jonathan into smoking weed as if Jonathan probably wasn't the one looking for it. Let me tell you, that you only find weed if you look for it.

#P.S: I'm gonna pay attention to how many ppl send me hate bc of this or block me #stranger things #lucas sinclair #st vickie #robin buckley #jason stranger things #will byers #dustin henderson #eddie munson #argyle #jonathan byers #erica sinclair #byler #← target audience #byler target audience

[dudadragneel]

And I'm back!

I hope you'll enjoy it!

This fic is based on a TikTok I saw!

THE ONLY HYUNG

Idols tend to receive tons of gifts from fans to the point where the companies issue a statement that they won't be accepting any more. But that also has to do with their safety, you never know what a sasaeng can do.

One day, Chan and Lee Know decided to go live to open some of the gifts they had recently received.

They had managed to get the staff away so they could be a little more carefree during the live, but still paying attention to what they said.

They enjoyed opening up all the presents and fan letters, some even made them tear up.

It was all going well until things unexpectedly took a turn for the worse. Before going live they had lunch and since eating Lee Know was feeling bloated, as if he ate a serving for three people.

As they went on he kept on taking his hand to his stomach and rubbing it in useless attempts to calm it down. But he kept his composure, as much as he could, the last thing he wanted was to get sick live.

Chan had picked up on Lee Know's obvious discomfort and placed a hand on his thighs, trying to comfort him without saying anything.

Lee Know tried his best to focus on his hyung's touch and the presents, but eventually, it got too much. His stomach was churning and his head started to hurt as well.

Before he even noticed he had lowered his head so it was now resting on his hand and Chan immediately stopped everything he was doing and turned his attention to Lee Know.

- hyung...I feel sick...

Chan got closer to him and started massaging his nape. He knew that if Lee Know admitted to feeling unwell, it meant it was really bad.

The staff that was monitoring the live from another room, had gone to the room where they were but before they could get in, Chan glared at them, and a single nod made them leave. He knew Lee Know wouldn't want attention right now.

- Do you want some water?

- No...I feel nauseous...

He said, bringing his hand to his stomach one more time and letting out a sigh. Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and started rubbing it with his thumb.

- Do you wanna go to the bathroom?

- hm...I want to throw up...

- Let's go. Hyung will help you.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's and helped him up, being in a standing position was not something his stomach had agreed to so he lurched forward suppressing a gag with his hand.

- Hang on just a little more, okay?

He embraced his dongsaeng and guided him to the bathroom and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them.

Usually, Lee Know would rather deal with this on his own but he acted like a dongsaeng when he was with Chan. The difference in how he acts is huge.

Lee Know bent over, hands on the edges for support, and started gagging unproductively.

He kept on rocking back and forth, spitting out saliva and retching, but whatever it was that made him feel like that was not coming up.

Chan was rubbing his back up and down, with the softest expression on his face.

- hyung...

Lee Know whined.

- I know it hurts... it'll be over soon.

Lee Know squeezed his eyes when his stomach cramped badly making him gag unproductively again.

Chan took his chance to help his dongsaeng by gently rubbing his abdomen in a circular motion.

Lee Know retched a few times before a wet burp triggered his sensitive stomach, bringing up partially digested food. Chan could swear he saw chunks of what was Lee Know's lunch from earlier and grimaced at the gross sight.

His stomach did not give him a break and before he could even breathe, it sent up a thicker stream of putrid vomit immediately followed by another making the poor boy go red from the effort and sway forward.

Chan tightened his hold on Lee Know so that the boy wouldn't fall and used his other hand to rub Lee Know's chest, trying to comfort the sick boy.

- Agh...

Lee Know groaned at the discomfort he was feeling before another bout of vomit gushed out with a wet burp, arching his back.

- You're doing good. Get everything out. It must have been the lunch. You'll feel better when it's all out of your system.

Lee Know spat out thick saliva and then his stomach gave him a break. But now his head was throbbing from the ordeal and he felt a little dizzy, like someone was squeezing his head.

- Minho-ah? Do you think you're done?

- Hyung...I need to sit down...

- Are you feeling dizzy?

- hm...

Lee Know just nodded swallowing hard. Chan carefully guided him so he was now sitting down on the floor. Thank God for the ridiculously clean bathrooms of the company.

The younger boy was kind of in a daze with how things went south in a matter of minutes, so Chan stepped up to keep on helping him, getting some toilet paper to wipe Lee Know's mouth.

- Thanks hyung...

- How are you feeling?

Chan asked sitting beside Lee Know who was resting his head on his hand again and kept on rubbing his back reassuringly.

- Sick...my stomach is churning and now my head hurts...

- Do you want to move to the studio?

- No... I feel like I'll throw up again...

- Okay. We'll stay here then. I'll be right here with you.

Chan reassured, grabbing Lee Know's hand and squeezing it.

- Agh..

Lee Know winced again...

- What is it?

- My head is throbbing....Hyung...can I rest my head on your hand?

- Of course.

Chan couldn't deny that he was taken aback by the sudden request, Lee Know being this vulnerable was a rare sight, one that was mostly only shown to Chan.

Lee Know rested his head on his hyung's hand, allowing the whole weight to be held by Chan. The pressure against his forehead miraculously helped with the throbbing pain.

Even so, Chan kept rubbing Lee Know's back, and for a while, the young boy seemed to have calmed down.

- Minho-ah, were you feeling like this before?

- Only after lunch...my stomach felt too full...

- I think it might've been the lunch.

The young boy was still resting his head on his hyung's hand when he started shivering a bit. Chan could feel Lee Know's forehead was starting to feel hot and that was an indicator that this wasn't a case of food not sitting well, it was most likely food poisoning.

- It's cold in here...

- I think you're starting to run a fever, Minho-ah. I'm pretty sure this is food poisoning.

- Great.

Lee Know said, clearly getting mad at the situation. He hated feeling sick, weak, and vulnerable but he felt safe to feel like this when he was with Chan.

The chills just wouldn't stop and his stomach was determined to get everything out.

It cramped badly again making him gag, startling Chan a bit, who was still holding the boy's head.

- Hyung...I'm gonna be sick...

He said weakly gagging again on his hand and failing to contain a bit of liquid that escaped his mouth but thankfully hit the floor and didn't get on his clothes. He already felt too weak so Chan had to help him to the toilet, holding his forehead and keeping the boy's hair away from his eyes.

Lee Know didn't even have time to think before his stomach contracted making more vomit rush up his throat. The thick wave that came out still had chunks of food, given that he had just eaten, and it triggered another wave that was followed by another one leaving him breathless.

- You're really not okay.

Chan said, somewhat impressed by how quickly his symptoms worsened, which meant that Lee Know's immune system was not in good condition.

The older boy kept on rubbing Lee Know's back and then moved to his chest when he choked, the bout that followed made food come out of his nose as well.

Fuck. He cursed inside, today just wasn't his day, and if it was really food poisoning, then this suffering would last a few days.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath in, trying to control his body, but gagged a few times before he was over the toilet one more time retching up what felt like it was yesterday's dinner.

After this bout he was dry heaving, just barely bringing up thick saliva and bile. Chan decided to flush the toilet before the stench and sight triggered Lee Know's stomach again.

- Grab my hand.

Chan offered but he didn't even need to, as Lee Know did that immediately, trying to take deep breaths to control the nausea that persisted.

- Come on, breathe with me, just like what we did that day.

Lee Know was still squeezing Chan's hand as he was guided through the breathing exercise. A few minutes after, he was more calm.

- Better?

- Yeah...

- Do you feel like you're gonna puke again?

- No...not now at least.

- Do you wanna move to the studio?

- Yeah...hyung, can you help me up? I feel dizzy...

- Sure, come on.

Chan placed his arms under Lee Know's again and lifted him, most of the boy's weight being held by his hyung.

- Let's rinse your mouth first.

While Lee Know did that, Chan wiped the sweat off his damp forehead and only then noticed that Lee Know's face was already pretty flushed because of the fever.

And the dancer couldn't deny, his whole body ached because of the fever, even Chan's hold on him hurt.

The oldest carefully guided Lee Know to his studio and lay him on the couch, covering his shivering body with a blanket and leaving a bin nearby.

- Minho-ah, hyung will go tell the manager what happened and see what we'll do okay?

- Yes...

When Chan got to the practice room, he was met with worried eyes, that were clearly asking what happened without saying a word.

- Chan-hyung, where were you?

- You were doing a live with Lee Know hyung, right?

- Yeah. Kids, gather here. Lee Know got sick, he probably has food poisoning. He threw up a couple of times and he's running a fever.

- Where is he?

- I took him to my studio, that's the place where he'd get more privacy.

At that time, their manager came into the room and upon noticing one member missing went straight to the gathered group.

- What happened? Where Lee Know-ssi?

- He got sick during the live. He threw up a few times and he's running a fever. I'm guessing it's food poisoning. Should we take him to the hospital?

- Going to the hospital can be a hassle, especially because of the possibility of encountering fans and god forbid, saesengs. Let's take him home and see if we can make him stay hydrated and fed, if in two days he doesn't manage to keep anything down, well take him.

- Okay.

- Since you have no official schedules, if you want to you can go home as well kids.

- I think Lee Know-hyung would want to keep his privacy for a while. We'll go have lunch and go back home later.

- Okay then.

The manager said, leaving the room to inform the other staff about the situation.

- Kids, can you gather Lee Know's thing for me? I'll go check on him.

- Yes, hyung.

Chan promptly left the room, worried about the sick dongsaeng in his studio. Opening the door, he found Lee Knows hunched over the couch spilling more of his stomach's content into the bin.

He went to his side, sitting on the edge of the couch, repeating the same process from earlier, holding his forehead and rubbing his back, and noticing that the fever had worsened, he could feel the heat through Lee Know's clothes.

- Hyung...it hurts...

- I know... we'll take you home in a few minutes okay?

- Okay.

- Can I dispose of this? Or are you gonna vomit again?

- I feel empty...but the nausea is still here...

- Okay.

Chan went to the bathroom and quickly returned.

- The boys gathered your things, the managed will take us home.

Lee Know stood out his arms so Chan could help him sit up and then waited a few seconds to see if he would throw up again.

- You good?

- Yeah...

- Want me to carry you?

Lee Know's face which was already red due to the fever had gotten even more red.

- Uhm...

He hummed in agreement, head down a little embarrassed. Chan just smiled fondly, even though Lee Know couldn't see.

The leader positioned himself kneeling in front of Lee Know so he could climb on his back, wrapping his arms around his hyun and burying his face.

Chan walked out of his studio and was greeted by their manager holding Lee Know's bag and a big coat which he used to cover Lee Know who was still shivering.

Thankfully their van was parked in the garage so no chance of paparazzi.

Chan settled Minho inside the car and sat beside him, pulling his head so it was resting on his shoulder.

- Manager-nim, do we have a plastic bag?

- I think we do, hold on.

The manager looked inside the glove box and found a plastic bag from one of the many grocery shopping he did with the kids, and handed it to Chan.

- If you feel sick, just let me know okay?

- hmm...

Lee Know just hummed, his fever making him sleepy and dizzy. Chan offered his hand for the sick boy to hold and he did it without hesitation. And again Chan was surprised by how hot he felt, it was high enough to mess with his breathing, and they didn't have a thermometer in the studio so he had no idea how high it was.

A few minutes into the ride home, Lee Know felt increasingly nauseous, burping wetly from time to time. Then he felt something creeping up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth.

He squeezed Chan's hand as he began to swallow convulsively, not wanting to throw up in front of their manager.

- Are you feeling nauseous again?

Lee Know just nodded, swallowing hard and then suppressing a gag, his stomach clearly mad at him for trying to swallow it down.

- Don't hold it in, Minho-ah. He's seen us sick before.

Chan reassured, not letting go of Lee Know's hand and putting the bag under his chin.

The boy helplessly ducked his head closer to the bag just in time for a wet burp to bring up a wave of putrid liquid hitting the bag. Lee Know kept squeezing Chan's hand, that was the only thing keeping him sane and grounded at the moment. Another queasy burp brought up another mouthful of vomit, and by now both he and Chan were thinking he was vomiting everything he ate during the week.

- We're almost there Lee Know-ssi.

Lee Know Just spat out some thick saliva and then just leaned his whole weight on Chan, who was holding the dirty bag, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible, before the stench filled the car.

When they arrived at the dorms, the manager quickly got out of the car and went to Chan's side to get the bag and dispose of it.

- Minho-ah. We're home.

Chan said softly, caressing the sick boy's arm in an attempt to wake him up. Lee Know was barely conscious but he managed to move so he was sitting on the edge of the car's seat for Chan to pick him up.

- Here we go. Are you okay? Do you feel nauseous?

- No...

- Okay, I'll start moving then.

The manager carried their stuff while Chan carried a flushed face Lee Know, who also looked a little pale.

Entering the dorm, Chan sat Lee Know on the couch and the manager put their things in their bedrooms.

- Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll leave you two alone. Get better soon, Lee Know-ssi.

- Thanks, hyung.

Lee Know said before ducking his head and looking between his knees, he brought a hand to his stomach and sighed. Chan had gone to the bedroom to get Lee Know a fresh set of clothes and a thermometer.

- Let me take your temperature and then I'll help you take a bath, okay?

- yes...

Just as Chan suspected, the fever was really high 38.8°C.

- Minho-ah, we need to cool you down and we need to try to take some medicine, okay?

Just the thought of having to take a pill and most likely taste it was enough to trigger his stomach.

- hyung...

Lee Know called grabbing Chan's arm for dear life.

- bathroom...

He already felt something coming up his throat so he didn't manage to say a proper sentence.

- Come on.

Chan promptly helped his dongsaeng up, grabbed the change of clothes, and rushed to the bathroom with him.

Lee Know went straight to the toilet, vomit spewing out without much control and getting on the edges and the floor.

- Don't worry about that, hyung will clean it up.

Chan reassured placing the clothes on the sink and then going to Lee Know's side to rub his back and his chest for the nth time that day. Chan was scared at how much content was still coming out after the few rounds from earlier, he was getting afraid they'd have to take him to the hospital. As the oldest hyung, he just wanted his dongsaeng's well-being but avoiding the hospital is something everyone wanted.

As Lee Know continued to puke his guts out, Chan prepared his bath.

When he was done, Chan helped him out of his sweaty clothes and helped him into the shower, thankfully they had a bathtub because Lee Know was in no state to keep standing.

- Minho-ah, do you want hyung to wash your hair?

- please...

All this cuteness and vulnerability just showed how awful he was feeling. Chan carefully washed his hair and hoped the bath would help reduce his fever.

- Thanks, hyung

- Don't mention it. I'll let you take your bath now but I'll stay here just in case.

Lee Know slowly washed himself, the water hitting his skin making him wince from how much it stung. What usually would be a means to relax, today was almost a torture session.

When he was done, he surprisingly asked Chan for help getting dressed, and so his hyung did. He was now clean, wearing comfortable clothes and completely drained of his batteries.

- Come on, let's get you to bed. Do you feel like you're vomit again?

- No...not now...I'm tired...

- I know, let's go.

Chan cooed, wrapping his arms around Lee Know and guiding him to his bedroom. Since Lee Know shared a bedroom with another member, Chan thought it would be better for the young boy to sleep in his bedroom. That way he could keep an eye on him, and Lee Know could be more comfortable since he didn't like to show this side to the others.

Lee Know lay down on his hyung's bed and was promptly covered with a blanket by him.

- I will get you an antiemetic first and see how you'll hold up, okay? You need to put something in your stomach, water, a sports drink, soup. I'll be right back.

The poor boy's fever was so high, it was tearing up his eyes, and his head was still throbbing. He just sunk into the pillow and closed his eyes to ease some of the pain until Chan came back.

- Minho-ah. Here take these and let's wait.

- Hyung...my head is still throbbing...

- I'll sim the lights for you. let's see if the antiemetics work, then you'll try to eat something so I can give you painkillers, okay?

- Yes...

Chan stayed with Lee Know in the bedroom and within a few minutes the medication seemed to have worked.

- Do you think you can stomach some soup? Or bread? It might help better than soup actually.

- Bread...

He answered weakly, eyes half open.

Chan came back with a few slices of bread and gave them to Lee Know, who hesitantly took it.

- Just a few bites okay?

The older boy helped Lee Know to sit up on the bed, he was wearing a black hoodie and was half-covered with a blanket. Lee Know was fairly muscular but to Chan, at that moment, he looked so tiny.

He sat at the edge of the bed and stayed with Lee Know while the poor boy took small bites and slowly ate the slices.

- How do you feel? Nauseous?

- No...feels settled...for now.

- That's good.

Chan set the tray aside and placed his hand on Lee Know's forehead.

- It's still high. Let me check it.

The thermometer showed almost the same temperature from earlier, 38.5°C.

- it's still pretty high. Do you think you can stomach some pills?

- Yes...

- Take them with a sports drink, that way you won't feel the taste.

Chan quickly left and came back with the medication and the drinks. Lee Know took them and gagged but managed to swallow it. They waited a few seconds to see if he'd vomit but it didn't happen.

Lee Know was falling asleep even while sitting, so Chan carefully laid him down on the bed, placed an ice pack on his forehead, and covered him before leaving the room to eat something and get a mattress.

Then he was met with the rest of the kids who had just returned home.

- Hyung! How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He threw up again but after taking some medication, he managed to eat something. He was pretty tired so he's asleep now. He'll stay in my room for the time being, okay?

- Okay hyung.

- Let's just keep quiet. I don't want to wake him up.

They all had dinner, took a shower, and then went to do their own stuff but before telling Chan to tell Lee Know they wished he gets better soon.

Chan entered the bedroom and found Lee Know still asleep, his breathing was a bit off but it was due to the fever. He hoped the sick boy would sleep well through the night, but those prayers were not heard.

Chan checked on Lee Know one more time before going to bed himself but was woken up after 1h or so.

Lee Know was sleeping rather peacefully when his stomach decided to remind him he was going through a food poisoning process.

It started churning again, in complete turmoil making Lee Know toss and turn on the bed but no position was comfortable enough. He lay on his back and squeezed his hands in an attempt to control the urge to vomit.

It didn't work, he turned to his side and that must've been the worst decision he made that day. As soon as he turned his stomach jumped shooting up its contents way too fast, Lee Know rushed out of the room, hand covering his mouth so he wouldn't make a mess on the floor, that would be too humiliating.

He got to the bathroom, hurriedly closing the door behind him and bending over the toilet as a stream of bread mixed with stomach juice gushed out, immediately followed by another bout.

The motion of getting up so quickly and being bent over made him feel really dizzy, so before he could actually fall, he managed to sit down next to the toilet. His stomach was cramping badly, sending queasy burps repeatedly but not actually making him vomit, even though he felt like there were still things to come out.

He was starting to feel even more miserable than before, and he was sure his fever spiked again, even his clothes were hurting his skin.

He sat for a few seconds on the floor not sure of what to do, then he noticed his phone inside his hoodie pocket.

- Hyung. Can you come to the bathroom? Just need to know you're here.

Chan was already half awake when he got the message.

- Be right there.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom, but he didn't go in. He respected Lee Know's request of just being close, if the sick boy needed him inside with him, he'd say.

He sat by the door and gently ordered one of the members who had woken up to use the other bathroom, wanting to secure Lee Know's privacy as much as he could.

Chan kept hearing Lee Know retching over the toilet but never heard anything splashing in the water and he thought that maybe Lee Know had nothing else in his stomach.

But a few minutes later, he got another message.

- Hyung...come in, please...

Chan got up and politely knocked on the door, letting Lee Know know he was coming in.

Chan's heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Lee Know's state. His face was bright red from the fever that was obviously higher than before, he was sitting next to the toilet holding his stomach and with a pained expression on his face.

The leader locked the door behind him and walked up to Lee Know, grabbing his hand and feeling the heat of his skin.

- Minho-ah...

- hyung...it hurts...

Lee Know said, tears swelling up in his eyes. Chan immediately pulled him into an embrace, allowing him to break down if he needed to. It was a rare occurrence to see Lee Know cry, so whenever he needed to, Chan was always there to provide him the safe space he so much needed.

Lee Know broke down into sobs from frustration, pain, and embarrassment. Chan tightened his grip around him, gently rocking him from side to side, rubbing his back.

- It's okay. Hyung's got you.

When Lee Know finally calmed down, he kept looking down, still embarrassed by everything that was happening.

- hyung...I've been trying...but nothing's coming up...and it hurts so bad...

- Do you want hyung to help you?

- hmm.

Lee Know nodded shyly, hating to admit he was desperate for a comforting touch.

He leaned over the toilet, his stomach still cramping but only making him dry-heave and nothing came up.

Chan was by his side and rested his hand on Lee Know's abdomen and it felt heavenly for the sick boy. Because of his scar, Lee Know wasn't too comfortable with people touching his abdomen, but right now he really needed that.

- Can I press on it a bit? I think it'll help bring something up.

- please...

Lee Know pleaded, clearly done with how awful he felt, he was accepting every and any help.

Chan first started rubbing circles to soothe some of the pain and gently pressed the middle, earning a wince from Lee Know.

- I'm sorry...but it'll be over soon.

The motion seemed to be working as Lee Know started burping wetly and for a while, gagging unproductively.

Chan proceeded to press on his stomach until Lee Know retched wetly and a thick stream of putrid pale brown liquid hit the toilet water with a sickening sound, followed by another harsher one, leaving Lee Know breathless.

He coughed a few times because something got stuck in his throat, and Chan changed his approach to run his chest again as well as his back providing some comfort in the middle of the ordeal.

Another wet cough brought up small chunks of food mixing with the mess inside the bowl.

Lee Know scooted away from the toilet for a while, allowing Chan to flush it and get rid of the unsettling sight. He grabbed a few napkins to clean Lee Know's mouth and pulled the poor sick boy into his embrace so he could try to relax for a bit.

- I'm sorry hyung...

- You don't need to apologize.

- But I took over your room and now I can't even let you sleep...

- It's not your fault, Minho-yah. You had no idea you'd get food poisoning.

- What about the others?

- I made sure they'd stay away from the bathroom and my room, at least for now. I know you don't like much attention when you're sick.

- Thanks...I feel dizzy...

- It's because of the fever. Let me check your temperature again.

Chan took the thermometer from the cabinet and put it under Lee Know's arm.

- 39.1°C. It spiked.

It was obvious his fever got higher, he was looking red as a tomato, even his breathing felt hot, and despite wearing sweatpants and a hoodie he couldn't stop shivering.

- Minho-yah. Do you wanna take another shower? Or do you think you can stomach a fever reducer? If we don't get your temperature down, we'll have to go to the hospital.

As if on cue, Lee Know's stomach shot up what felt like it was the last of its contents barely giving him time to reach the toilet bowl, thankfully Chan helped him, otherwise he'd soil his clothes. The older boy gave him a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth and helped him brush his teeth.

- Thanks hyung...

- So, what do you wanna do?

- I don't wanna take another shower...my skin hurts every time something touches me.

- Then we'll try the pill again. Let's go back to the bedroom.

Chan offered a hand but Lee Know was far too exhausted to get up on his own, let alone walk.

- Come here, hyung will help you.

He put his arms under Lee Know's and carefully helped him to his feet but his legs almost instantly gave up on him.

- I'll carry you, okay?

- hmm.

Lee Know was in no state to protest, and honestly, he didn't want to. His hyung's presence and touch helped him more than Chan could imagine.

Chan hugged Lee Know and gently lifted him, one arm around his waist and the other around his legs. The image of a father carrying a son, that's how one would describe it.

He walked slowly to the bedroom, being extremely careful to not upset Lee Know's stomach, which seemed to have calmed down for a while.

He settled Lee Know on the bed and looked for a clean shirt and hoodie.

- Let's get you changed up. You sweat too much, your clothes are soaked.

Chan helped Lee know out of his hoodie and shirt and before putting on the clean ones, he wiped Lee Know's upper body, then helped him put on the new set.

- Can we take the medication now?

- Hmm

- Here, take one antiemetic and wait for a bit. Then take the fever reducer and another antiemetic.

Lee Know hesitantly took the pills from Chan's hand and contemplated for a bit, clearly afraid of vomiting again. He didn't want that, his whole body hurt because of the strain and the fever, and his throat was hurting as well, to the point his voice was raspy.

- Trust hyung, okay? You can keep it down, I know you can.

Chan reassured grabbing Lee Know's hand and started rubbing circular patterns.

Just like before, the first sip of water with the pill made him gag, but he managed to take everything.

Both he and Chan stayed sitting on the bed, waiting until Lee Know felt safe enough to lie down.

- How are you feeling? Still nauseous?

- just a bit...

- Do you wanna lay down?

- Yeah.

He lay down and Chan covered him, then lay down on the mattress next to the bed.

- Hyung...

He heard a soft whiny voice coming from above, it was Lee Know standing out his hand, after moving to the edge of the bed.

- What is it?

- Can you hold my hand?

- Of course.

Chan grabbed Lee Know's hand and just held it until he fell asleep. But he didn't let go, he knew Lee Know needed that, so he found a way of sleeping while holding his hand.

Thankfully, the medication seemed to have worked, at least for the night, because Lee Know slept until morning without any other incidents during the night.

When Chan woke up the first thing he did was check Lee Know's temperature.

- 38°C. It went down a bit, thank god.

He said quietly. Since Lee Know was in deep sleep, Chan quietly left the room to get breakfast and see the other kids.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Good morning kinds.

- How's Lee Know-hyung?

- He's still asleep. He managed to keep a few pills down yesterday, so his fever went down a bit, but it's still high.

- And you, hyung? How are you doing?

- I'm okay. He's got food poisoning, so I think we are all in the clear.

- Aren't you tired? We know you. We know you didn't get enough sleep.

- I'm doing good, kids. Don't worry about me. My concern now is getting Lee Know better.

Chan said walking to the kitchen to prepare something for him and a soup or some toast for Lee Know.

When he got back to the bedroom he found Lee Know sitting on the bed but still covered with the blanket, eyes puffy and face still red.

- Good morning.

- Good morning hyung...

Lee Know answered, voice raspy and weak, signs of a rough night.

- How are you feeling?

- Tired...

- And your stomach?

- A little nauseous but not that much...and a bit hungry.

- I made you some food. Wanna give it a try? There's soup and some toast.

- Can I try both?

- Sure, but don't force it. Take as long as you need. Want me to turn on the TV?

- Yeah.

Just like the previous night, Chan stayed in the bedroom with Lee Know as the boy slowly ate his meal. He then took the medications again and sunk into the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Chan left the room one more time and was met with six kids demanding him to rest. They knew Chan always took care of them, no matter what and he wouldn't say anything even if he was too tired.

- Hyung. You need to rest as well. We'll take turns.

- Thanks kids.

Chan said opening his arms to give all of them a big hug.

With that settled, Jisung was the first one to stay with Lee Know, the sick boy accepted cuddles from him and they helped him stay calm and asleep.

And just like they said, everyone took turns to stay with Lee Know and help him whenever he got sick the following days. They were some tiring 5 days for all of them, with Lee Know vomiting a few times during the day and night and his fever refusing to go lower than 37.5°C.

When the ordeal was over, they were all tired but relieved to see their dancer back to full health. Lee Know being one to not show his weak side to many, had to let go of his pride in order to get better, and deep inside he was grateful to all of them, especially his only hyung.

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[waywardwendy]

Go For a Picnic. Dine at the Ritz...

Okay, I've got an absolutely miserable take on the 1967 scene in the Bentley, after Aziraphale gives Crowley the tartan thermos of holy water.

‼️TRIGGER WARNING‼️, this is going to get a little dark with Aziraphale's assumptions about Crowley's suicidal ideations. Be careful, please.

We all know Crowley has been pining after holy water. (In my dismal opinion, whatever was done to him after he saved Elspeth's soul from damnation in 1827 must have been horrendous, and that's where this request came from.) He asked for it in 1862 when he met with Aziraphale in St. James Park, and was turned down.

And we all already know exactly what Aziraphale thought he wanted it for.

We also know he discovered in 1941 that it was available in churches. No guards surrounding it, and that anyone could just go in and take it.

"Look at that! A whole fontful of holy water. It doesn't even have guards." (His genuine surprise that it's just THERE for the taking.)

Anyway that's not what this is about - this is about Aziraphale's response in 1967.

Obviously, we're all hooked on:

Because, ouch these poor babies really know how to ruin our lives.

So many meanings here. The obvious - you drive like an absolute mad lad and I don't want to be discorporated in a car accident (good lord, the paperwork). The less obvious but definitely there - you jump into things so quickly, I can't keep up.

BUT I'm stuck on this bit:

In my first watch through, I didn't think much of it. "Don't look so disappointed." We can hang out later. I just don't want to drive with you when it's not necessary because you're absolutely terrifying behind the wheel. I'm not telling you to fuck off, call me for dinner some time.

BUT NOW, on my... 5th? 6th? I'm losing track (and my mind) watch, I see it as... begging? As Aziraphale not knowing how to articulate what he's feeling, but desperately trying to communicate it to Crowley anyway.

Because he still thinks Crowley wants the holy water as a way to destroy himself.

I see it as something along the lines of this miserable list;

Please don’t kill yourself. 

I need you to not go through with this. 

I don’t want to withhold my companionship from you, but I need you to look forward to our time together later so you don't do this now.

I’m not going to spend time with you now, I can’t let you use it as some final goodbye in your mind. 

We can go for a picnic, please stay alive long enough for us to do that. 

We can dine at the Ritz, please stay alive long enough for us to go there.

And, to be honest, watching it through again with this lens, I wonder if Aziraphale is more grateful for Crowley's company every time they see each other because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I could find a better way to articulate this, and the way it wrings out my heart like a wet rag, but here we are.

Enjoy my misery with me.

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #gomens #goodomens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #david tennant #ineffable idiots #michael sheen #anthony j crowley #a. z. fell #good omens meta #is this a meta? #I'm realizing that I don't actually know what a meta is #good omens analysis #good omens scene analysis #I make myself really sad sometimes #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #good omens 1 #angst #ineffable angst #good omens angst #crowley angst #aziraphale angst

[beesfairlyland]

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HELLO MUNCHKINS!!💗✨

So today I wanted to talk about manifestation taking so long. You must have gotten tired of trying again and again and still not seeing any movement in the 3d. Soo, today let's fix this problem!!

Firstly let's talk about what is manifesting...ik ik you all know what it is but let's go back to basics coz y'all need to put an end to your overconsumption and the habit of overcomplicating the law!!

Lesss gooo!!

What is manifesting?(Imo tho)

Manifesting refers to the process of bringing your desired reality into existence through the power of your thoughts and beliefs. It suggests that our assumptions about the world shape our reality. By assuming or believing that something is already true or already exists, we can attract it into our lives. The key is to focus on what you want, rather than what you don't want, and to believe that it is already a part of your reality.

Okay let's take my example:

Few weeks ago me and my best friend got into a fight and he said some really harsh and rude things to me. Obviously i cried at that moment but after few mins when i took all my emotions out. I said to myself No I don't choose this it's my Reality and i wiped my tears and said with authority he's gonna call me and apologize to me for everything he said and i didn't doubt it didn't give any second thought. I swearr within few mins he called me back and apologized to me i wasn't shocked coz i knew it's gonna happen.

See it's this simple! You just have to decide what you want and have full faith in it. Let's talk about how to do that!

How to manifest?

There's no hard and fast rule to manifest. It's your reality you choose what you want and how you want. But let's just talk about the basics you modify them accordingly.

Clarify your desires:- Take some time to reflect on what you truly want in life. Be specific and clear about your desires. You can't Manifest if you yourself don't know what you want.

Believe it's already true:- Once you have clarified your desires, assume that they are already true. Believe that they are a part of your reality, even if they don't appear to be yet and boom you've Manifested your desires. Ik for some of you it sounds to good to be true. But I'll try my best to make you believe it.

Okayy you see this ice berg right? What if i tell you that the exposed part is the only thing you know about i.e. the 3d that concious mind shows you and the rest hidden part is where the surprise lies! i.e. the 4d Reality which our subconscious mind creates.

Soo now you tell me whom you want to believe huh? The 10% of the concious mind or the 90% that our subconscious baby creates. Ohhh you still in lil bit of doubt😕 don't worry i got yaa!

This stoopid concious mind who thinks it knows everything relies heavily on the senses but our senses are not always correct! Have you ever seen something that appeared to be one thing, triggering a response and then you realise that you were wrong?

Such as seeing a snake and realising it was just a rope? Or thought someone was standing behind you only to Realise that it was just a jacket hanging? There are soo many examples of this!

"Okayy soo Bee what's the conclusion?"

The conclusion is these senses trick you, they try to fool you and want you to believe only them even when you know that 4d, your imagination is the only TRUE REALITY you still get tricked by them. Soo now whenever your senses disapprove something that you see in your imagination, deny them. Remind them you have seen it, you have it!

Now you might see yourself in mirror and say "but I don't see my desired appearance."

But i would say "noo baby you already have that beautiful appearance and look soo gorgeous idk what you taking about huh?😒"

Now ig I've made you understand how to believe that it's already yours ....and still you don't completely believe it all.

TEST IT ALL OUT FOR YOURSELF COZ ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF BELIEVE 100% IN THE LAW!!

Whenever you have any doubt just say to it for what you've came huh? I already have it all don't try to fool me again! Ik this journey is not all sweet and smooth but trust me it makes you learn soo many interesting and new things. Don't be discouraged if you don't see it yet....may be have a look inside yourself and ask are you being completely honest with yourself? If you get the ans as a Yes then congratulations you are on the right path! But if you get your ans as No then sit down take a deep breath and comfort yourself and have some self talk... DON'T BE HARSH WITH YOURSELF AFTERALL IT'S ONLY YOU WHO'S GONNA WITH WITH YOU TILL THE END OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY!!

Hope I could explain y'all lil bit!🫶🏻

-Love, Bee💗✨

#loassumption #void state #law of assumption #self concept #affirm and persist #master manifestor #manifesation #law of manifestation #manifestation journey

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, violence, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

Hey guys, welcome to the second part in this mini-series, featuring the beloved Medicine Seller of the classic anime horror series, Mononoke, and the character!reader who is Chise Hatori from the fantastic world of The Ancient Magus Bride.

I know it took a little longer to upload it and I do apologize for the wait! You may or many have not heard on my other blog, @an-idyllic-novelist, but I am trying a new writing method: writing the entire draft by hand, before proofreading and editing. I know the process does take a bit longer than just typing it straight away on my laptop, but so far it’s working for me and ensures that my mental health doesn’t take a big hit from doing all nighters 😅

Special shout-out to @enryegotrip and @deathmetalunicorn1 for reading the draft and helping me figure out some scenes that just weren’t working :) with that being said, sit back, relax, and let’s get started!

PART ONE

PART THREE

PART TWO: A FOX’S OBSERVATION

Kusuriuri woke up the following morning in his human form, much to his delight and befuddlement. His bridal candidate insisted that he take the spare guest room for the night instead of the couch, and he was quite glad he took it; being in this strange new world, alone with no idea how to contact his patron left him feeling…a little unsettled. The last thing he wanted to do was to burden the mage and her household, even if Inari-sama had sent him to be with her, and seeing that smirk on Ruth’s face. 

He was quite a cheeky fellow, and very protective of [First Name]. 

Shaking his head, Kusuriuri rose from the bed and pulled its feathery cream-colored sheets upwards, followed by the matching duvet and arranging the burgundy pillows. He glanced around the room; the walls were a light beige, with landscape paintings hanging above the headboard. On the right side, where he had been sleeping, was a cherrywood nightstand with a lamp sitting on top of it. At the front of the bed was a leather ottoman, and next to it was his medicine box. The mage offered to put it on top of the ottoman, but Kusuriuri insisted otherwise because he had a feeling something like this would happen: the medicine box would expand or shrink in accordance to its owners’ size, and he was a little worried about breaking furniture in his host’s home.

He then left the room, closing the door behind and turned left, walking down the hallway and through the living room, carefully maneuvering around the furniture and other knick-knacks. The smell of yeast rising and eggs frying in a pan led him to the dining area. The mage stood over the stovetop, moving the pan in her hand up and down for a moment before straightening out over the bright-red iron coil. From the smell alone, it was sweet and had flour. 

Ruth, who was already sitting down with a  turquoise ceramic cup held gingerly in his hands, glanced up at him groggily and nodded towards him. Kusuriuri returned the gesture and took a seat next to him.

“Sleep well?” The familiar asked. 

“Yes. You seem quite exhausted yourself. Is everything all right?” 

Ruth took a languid sip of whatever he’s drinking before he sighed in content and looked at him. “I’m fine, just [First Name] stayed up too late working on another project again. We’re bound together, so whatever she feels, I feel it too. I’m surprised she even got up this morning to cook with Silky.” Kusuriuri raised his brow as he repeated the name. Ruth shrugged, jabbing a thumb back towards the kitchen. “You’ll see her soon.” 

And just like that, the door in the kitchen leading outside creaked open. Stepping inside with a wicker basket in her gloved hands was a tall, ethereal woman dressed in a flowing, dark green dress. Her silvery-blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, loose strands hanging by her ears and pink flowers pinned on either side. Her red eyes darted towards the dining room, pausing to stare at him for a moment before she glided to the mage’s side, handing her a few herbs from the basket. [First Name] smiled, thanking her. She quickly chopped them on an adjacent cutting board before scrapping them inside the pan with a knife. 

The woman, Silky, nodded before she quickly darted to the other side, pulling out a pan from the oven and setting it down to rest on the countertop. Kusuriuri blinked, glancing at Ruth. “A neighbor?” He asked.

“Yup. A brownie faerie, simplest explanation is that she can be found around the house and enjoys doing domestic work. The only thing I’d advise you to do to not is touch the dish of cream on the mantelpiece. That’s her payment. Faeries require payment for whatever tasks they accomplish, whether it’s magic to be used to help others, or of her own volition. Am I clear?” Ruth’s voice hardened slightly. 

Kusuriuri nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” 

A few moments later, [First Name] and Silky brought out plates stacked with sliced grilled tomatoes, sausage, mushrooms, beans, toast, and fried eggs. The mage smiled at him. 

“Mornin’. I’m so sorry I didn’t greet you earlier, I ended up getting carried away with cooking and I had too many things going on at once.” She said, placing one of the plates in front of him. Kusuriuri shook his head. “It’s all right. I was having an…enlightening conversation with Ruth here about Silky.” [First Name] blinked.

“Ah. He told you about her?” She asked, seemingly not minding as Silky gently pushed her towards the head of the table by the shoulders. Kusuriuri watched with interest as the brownie flicked her gloved wrist and the chair pulled back on its own, guiding the mage to sit and place a plate in front of her. 

Kusuriuri nodded. “She did. You’re quite fortunate to have her…with your busy schedule.” He said carefully. Silky did not react. She just blinked at him, and then she went into the kitchen. He heard pots and pans clattering, followed by the sound of running water. 

“I’m…not exactly as busy as you make me out to be. But don’t feel pressured to eat everything, though, please. Eat as much as you’d like. We also have coffee and tea.” [First Name] frowned before clicking her tongue. “I knew I forgot something. I’m sorry, one moment I’ll get it ready -” That was when Silky poked her head through the doorway, frowning and motioned the mage to stay put.  I will get the tea for our guest, so please sit and eat. That was the non-verbal message the brownie faerie was giving, and [First Name] didn’t hesitate to start digging in. 

Now knowing he didn’t have to force himself to get sick out of politeness, Kusuriuri proceeded to start eating his own plate. He’d gotten lucky to know how to use a knife and fork when a kind-hearted waitress at a local cafe took time to teach him…though he knew the only reason she had bothered was because he is good-looking. 

Once they all had their fill, Ruth helped [First Name] clear off the plates. Kusuriuri offered to do the dishes. They were both surprised at his offer, though Silky was not going to let him get away with it that easily. He was only allowed to help with drying them before he was shooed off, all of them. 

Since [First Name] had gotten most of her work done last night, she had some free-time until later this afternoon. Today, she needed to go to the big city and visit a few people, restock on some supplies, maybe a bite to eat at a restaurant. Ruth would travel in his animal form, conceal himself inside the mage’s shadow. Kusuriuri had no idea if he could do the same, but he was not too keen on taking that risk if it meant he’ll forever be trapped as a fox. 

Instead of taking the bus or a train, the three of them used a telephone booth sitting on the edge of the village. The owner was a tiny teal lizard with a lazy grin and wearing a hat. [First Name] greeted him politely, and asked for two tickets, to and from the city. The tickets were printed from the bottom of the phone, and he held them up to her with his tongue. She bowed his head to him and replied in a language  Kusuriuri didn’t recognize. The booth suddenly jolted, moving from left to right and left again as the scenery outside swirled in a miasma of different colors. 

Then all of a sudden, the phone booth stopped moving, and they were no longer in a rural area but the heart of a metropolis. Kusuriuri would have been more awestruck at the usage of such magic if he didn’t feel like the world was spinning around him. [First Name] guided him to a bench and sat by his side until he was ready to stand. He apologized for seemingly wasting her time, but she waved her hand. 

“Don’t worry about it. From everyone’s perspective, I am just sitting down for a while. If there was anyone who could see you, then their mouths would be hanging open. Angela might look at you, but that’s the extent of her surprise at seeing a unique neighbor like yourself, probably. She’s been around for a long time.”

“Angela?”

“She’s a technician of sorts. She specializes in crystals and other magical tools. We’ll be going to her first before the other places.” [First Name] said. “Wanna get something sweet? There’s a bakery close by, might help with your nausea.”

Kusuriuri nodded. He didn’t get to have sweets often, mostly because they were either already stale from being out in the sun all day, or they were too expensive for what little money he had at the time. But the ones [First Name] purchased for him were simply incredible. He was a little hesitant in trying a blueberry scone and some other unfamiliar ones…but the risk was worth it in the end. 

He followed her through the streets packed with pedestrians and vendors, expertly weaving past the tourists as they boarded a white bus.  Angela’s shop was a brick building tucked between larger ones, with a vintage sign over the door that welcomed customers, and mentioned there were crystals and incense sold here. The scent of sage wafted through the air, the shelves lined with the aforementioned wares, books, and miniature statues of Buddha and other gods. Angela was nearing forty, at least in appearance, and dressed more like a tea shop owner than someone who specialized in magic: an apron draped over black pants and a white tank top, auburn hair pulled back in a braid, green eyes smiling lazily as she greeted them with a wave of her hand. Hovering next to her was a tiny water spirit, another familiar. 

Angela was pleasant, getting straight to business once she gave him a glance and shrugged. She wanted to ask questions, but she respected [First Name]’s time. They exchanged some words, walking over to the glass counter where a wide variety of crystals were laid out on a red silk cloth. [First Name] examined each of them carefully as Angela explained their uses and how they could help the mage with her research and help regulate the amount of magic in her body without putting too much strain on it. 

Kusuriuri watched [First Name] look over each of them carefully before she selected three of them. Angelas included a few sticks of incense and asked her to come back again soon with her new friend. 

From there, they went to two more places, the office of a university professor being the last stop of the day. Kusuriuri had heard of the Imperial University in Tokyo, and that only certain individuals could study there, but not a place where both men and women learn about magic. [First Name] had been a student here years ago, excelling in Herbology and Magical Creatures. One  research paper had helped the latter department expand on their knowledge on understanding the neighbors. The professor wanted her to sub for his afternoon Magical Creatures classes while he went on maternity leave with his wife. 

[First Name] politely refused. 

She did not have a teaching license nor was qualified to handle rambunctious students, even if they were in their final year at the university. She might get along with the neighbors, but they do not listen to anyone as if they were pets. They were faeries; to earn their respect, the students must respect them in turn and not piss them off. Or did he need a reminder of what happened when she was in his class? 

Her response was enough to silence the man. [First Name] stood from the chair and looked the professor straight in the eye as she apologized to him. It is a shame that she cannot do it, however, she does know someone who would be interested in this opportunity: Clarice Wordsworth. She and [First Name] attended the same year, but Clarice decided to further her education at another institute. Last she had heard, Clarice needed another internship to finish her degree. The professor nodded, muttering softly under his breath that a Sleigh Beggy teaching his classes would actually bring more students to attend. 

Whether she pretended to not hear him or simply didn’t, [First Name] bid him good-bye and practically sprinted out of the door. Kusuriuri was torn between amusement and curiosity as he trailed behind the mage, down the hall and through the university’s doors. 

The skies bled into an reddish-orange hue as they approached the telephone booth with the supplies, signaling that their day in the city was over. Ruth was happy because they could finally go home and enjoy Silky’s cooking. [First Name] hummed in agreement as they were teleported back into the village, and walked the rest of the way back to the house. 

As more days blended into weeks, Kusuriuri discovered that his bridal candidate was quite a contradiction. 

She was kind, loving, and sociable with people she knew very well, though cold and businesslike around people she regarded as an acquaintance like the professor. She worried about Silky doing too much around the house or Ruth being spotted near the forest, yet they in turn were concerned that she stayed up too late working in the study, pouring over her notes and creating tonics for the villagers who were sick. 

 Humans were like that though, yet she was still able to keep his interest for this long. Recently, at Silky’s insistence, [First Name] began taking small walks around the village after dinner. He and Ruth joined her to make sure she didn’t try to sneak back into the house through the kitchen. Thirty minutes of tranquil silence or small talk, and then they would return home. 

No, not home. His temporary quarters. Kusuriuri silently scolded himself. There were still things he did not know about her, and he had not issued his test to her. It was still too soon. 

What he did not realize, however, was that he would come to fall so deeply in love with the mage and the cozy life she led here, he nearly regretted taking her away from here to the temple lined with fox statues…though if he hadn’t…. he would not even have a bride. 

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#forbidden-sunlight #yandere x reader #yandere male #x reader #mononoke kusuriuri x reader #mononoke 2007 #mononoke medicine seller x reader #mononoke medicine seller #chise!reader #x reader headcanons #yandere headcanons

[bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses]

Boyfriend

CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re  hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me? 

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase. 

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was. 

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in. 

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.” 

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him. 

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you. 

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him? 

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut. 

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake. 

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him. 

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks. 

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix. 

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does. 

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.” 

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you. 

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him. 

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic. 

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists. 

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving. 

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?” 

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head. 

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?” 

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs. 

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you). 

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations. 

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections. 

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you. 

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #x reader #reader insert #nonbinary reader #n/s/f/w #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere nobunaga #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: possessive behavior #tw: cussing #tw: yandere themes #Hmmmmm #love me some moody samurai man #also I feel like the yandere in this one isn't nearly as overt as I wanted it to be but hopefully people still like it lmao

[astroyongie]

Wet Castle

Note: I can't find the request anymore on my inbox! Anyway this comes from a request that wanted a writing about yn x Wooyoung and x San with the mafia/gang tag. This part one, part two could come out if you guys enjoy this one!

Wet Castle 

pairings: Wooyoung x YN and San x YN 

synopsis: After growing up in one of the most dangerous Seoul Gangs, a strange accident made you decide to cut ties with your affiliation and leave the gang you were so attached with. You moved to Itaewon, doing small works for money, until the day you met Wooyoung, a nice guy next door who worked right under a small coffee shop. You can’t help getting closer to Wooyoung, knowing fairly well that your past life will never leave you alone.. 

Triggers: Mention of subtle smut, drugs, alcohol, hard language.

Part two: here

Part One

You inhaled the smoke, burning your lungs once more. The cold breeze caressed your blushed face, as you blow thick smoke into the air. You hated Itaewon. But it was still better than going back to Seocho District. At night, you would often find yourself in the apartment complex stairs, smoking one cigarette or two, while eyeing the drunk men passing by as they searched for another club to get. Women were nearby too, many dressed with short dresses, giggling like children whenever they got the attention of those richer than them. 

The streets raged in drunk and drugged people and foreigners looking for fantasies. It was a paradise for underground business and a nightmare for those who wanted to live a quiet life.

Fuck, you hated Itaewon. You just hated Seocho more. 

“Y/n?” a voice called and you lazily turned your gaze to the man in front of you. You sighed, standing from the stairs and taking another hit from your cigarette.

“Yeosang.” 

It has been 3 months since you left Zeeta, one of the most - if not the current most- renowned gangs in South Korea. You already knew, it wouldn't be easy leaving such life behind, none of the people you have ever met did. The only way out was certain death, and yet there you were. Hanging by a thread, not fully out, not fully in. 

Yeosang bowed his head swiftly at you, before reaching inside his pocket. He pulled out a small envelope before extending his arm to you. You looked up into his blazed eyes, blowing out the smoke before taking in the small envelope. It was heavy and you could smell its contenance from distance. Money. Dirty money. 

“You can go now.” You ordered and Yeosang tsked.

“I don't take orders from you, white tiger.”

Your annoyed glare didn't seem to make Yeosang react. You have known him for years now, and your intimidating gaze was routine for him. Looking up in the sky, he added. “He wants to know when you are coming back.”

You stayed silent, the uneasy feeling coiling at the base of your stomach. Turning around, you took one step up the stairs before answering, swallowing the aftertaste of this visit.

“I won’t. Tell him to stop sending me money. I dont need it.” 

You didn't look back. Instead you went straight back to your flat, feeling suddenly colder. It was only once you had closed the door behind you, after hearing that click of the lock, that you allowed yourself to breathe in and out. You hated Seocho. But you hated him more. 

… 

The Pirate Coffee Shop was probably the only positive thing in Itaewon. Their coffee was strong and bitter, enough to make you pull a comfortable expression, each time the liquid poured down your throat. The pastries were sweet and the smell of freshly baked goods usually made your body relaxed. Although you didn't eat them that much, being surrounded by it made you feel somehow calm. You take it for a habit to come over each morning, sitting always on the same table in the front of the big windows, at the bottom of the shop. You had become an usual customer to the point where ordering wasn't even necessary. 

It felt comfortable. It felt nice. To have the sun heating your face while you read your books or the newspaper. You almost felt like a normal civilian when you did so.

The waiter came, pushing a hot black coffee in front of you, alongside a pistachio croissant. You removed your eyes from your book, furrowing your brows when you saw the pastry. It's been a week now, that you had been receiving food that you had never once ordered. At first you didn't even complain but now, it had happened way too much to be a simple coincidence.

“I didn’t order this.” you called out, before looking up and meeting the almond eyes of the waiter. Ah yes, the waiter. The small etiquette on top of his blouse clearly said “Wooyoung” but you had been mentally calling him brat, for quite some time.

The brat would always pester you with questions about your living, making small talk that you often tried to turn down. you weren't stupid, you could clearly see that he had been trying to hit on you, but you wouldn't allow yourself to enjoy his company. Not now, at least.

“It's on the house,” the boy said, a ravishing smile ripping through his face.

“You said that yesterday,” you mumbled and eyed the pastry with a watering mouth. Wooyoung had been working at this coffee shop for about a month. At first, he would avoid you, as the owner would always be the one taking your orders and serving your black coffee. That until this brat started to serve you. You didn't mind at first, it was their job after all. But it's been a week now, that the insolent has been offering you food like you were a homeless person. 

“I saw you look at it this morning,” Wooyoung explained, pulling the serving plate against his chest, the same smile covering his features. “I thought you might want to try it.”

You licked your lips in an attempt to hide a seemingly smile. “Did I?”

“Yeah.”

“Wooyoung!” The owner called from the countertop, his old wrinkles giving him a perpetual aspect of being upset. “Leave the customer alone and go to work, you rascal!”

“Yes boss!” the boy said before turning to you once more. “I am Wooyoung, by the way.”

“I know.”

Your reply seemed to have left him a little confused, but he did grin widely at you. Before he could ask for yours, the owner called him again, making the young boy rush to give the other customers their orders. You grinned slightly, eyeing the waiter for a few seconds as he kept doing his job. His  black hair was messily tied in a small ponytail, his dimples showing each time he would smile at someone inside the shop. Wooyoung was probably younger than you, for a year or two, you figured.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, looking back at your croissant. 

Maybe Itaewon wasn't that bad. 

…

“Maybe I should leave for the countryside.” 

You mumbled to yourself as you walked past the streets, the cold night making you push your hands deep into your jacket’s pockets. As per usual, Itaewon was crowded with people at night, foreigners looking for adventures and some fun, men looking for hookups and girls thirsting for attention that their parents couldn't give them. It was pathetic really, but you couldn't help but enjoy walking in the same streets they did. It somehow made you feel better.

Was it because they were as fucked up as you? Or maybe because you blended so well in this atmosphere, that you felt finally invisible enough not to worry about your safety. 

You truly didn't know. You craved freedom, a normal life without constantly worrying about tomorrow. Yet, you couldn't let go of the thrilling feeling of potentially dying tomorrow gave you.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and alcohol. It was easy to spot the people that once worked below you. These insects of humans, wearing those green woodies, have pockets full of people’s wildest fantasies. Ecstasy, heroine, coke, cannabis. You name it, they had it. You still couldn't comprehend how one could be so stupid, that they felt the need to consume this shit to feel better within themselves. Life was shit no matter the things you put inside your body.

Hypocrite, you thought. After all, you had consumed the same crap they did, more than once. 

You turned left, walking back to your flat. It was getting late, and you didn't feel like drowning yourself in alcohol anymore. Reaching inside your back pants pocket, you took your cigarette pack, sighing in annoyance when you noticed only one left. You didn't have any money on you either, so it wasn't worth it to go and buy some now. 

Looking forward, you already could see the stairs to your flat, a couple of minutes away, and even the faint light of the Pirate Coffee Shop, which was probably going to close soon. You took the last cigarette and brought it to your lips, stopping your steps in order to light it up. Before you could reach for your lighter, you saw an old man coming to you, lighter bright.

“Please, allow me, doll”

The man said before lighting your cigarette. You gave the man a quick look, as you inhaled smoke to light your poison. He was old, his clothing was not that expensive to be worthy of your attention. A pity, otherwise you might have joined him for some fun. Once your cigarette lit, you took a step back, bowing your head slightly before passing through.

“Hey!” the man called, his voice slightly annoyed. “Hey, those aren't manners! You should say thank you, bitch!”

“Piss off, I am not in the mood,” you neutrally said. Men, they always thought they were entitled to do whatever they wanted, just by doing the bare minimum. You felt a pressure on your arm, before you were turned around with force. The surprise of the movement made you drop the cigarette into the ground. The man grabbed you by the collar, as your eyes were still fixed on your last freaking cigarette, burning away on the dirty ground. 

“Hey bitch, maybe I should teach you some manners”

“Old man..” You murmured, before glaring at him, feeling your patience running thin. “Do you want to die?”

“Huh?”

You felt your hands turn into fists, your body shifting slightly to accommodate his grip. He reeked of alcohol, pupils blown wide and his breath made you nauseous. Taking care of vermin like him was easy. A right blow under his shin and this guy would be knocked off until tomorrow morning. He probably had his wallet with him, so that would be a big win for you. You just needed to hit, now. 

“Hey!!! What do you think you are doing!”

Your eyes widen at the voice reaching behind you, making you instantly release the muscles of your hand. The old man raised his eyebrows before letting go of your collar, his confused eyes glued to the men that stood behind you. You looked back, seeing Wooyoung approaching. He wasn't dressed in his waiter clothing anymore, his dark jeans suiting him like a glove and his long jacket covering half of his body. The brat stopped by your side, wrapping a hand around your shoulders which made you freeze in place. The nerve this damn rascal had-

“Back off, or I will call the cops,” Wooyoung said in a serious voice, making the other man tsked in annoyance.

“I wasn't doing anything wrong, you got it all wrong.”

“You were gripping my girlfriend, am I wrong?” Girlfriend? this bastard must be out of his fucking mind-. Your thoughts stopped when you felt Wooyoung pulling you closer to his side. The old man mumbled something under his breath, before waving in an apologizing manner, turning around. You hated men. You truly did. Once the old man was out of sight, you pushed away from Wooyoung's grip, who smiled down at you. 

“Gosh, good thing I was here-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you asked angrily, making the boy in front of you look down at you in surprise.

“Sorry?”

“We don't know each other, why the hell did you did that for?” Wooyoung kept looking at you, dumbfounded by your statement before shrugging lightly. 

“You don't need to know someone to help them, you know.”

You stayed silent, eyeing him once more before he turned his gaze to the side, his dimples disappearing under what seemed to be a small pout. Fuck, was this guy this childish? You cleared your throat, embarrassment starting to crawl up your spine. 

“Sorry,” You ended up saying, rubbing the back of your neck “I didn't mean to sound ungrateful.” 

The brat looked at you again, giving you a small smile. You tried to ignore it, turning your gaze forward before walking down to reach your flat. This was quite a night, and honestly you just wanted to crash on your bed and sleep it out. You frowned as you noticed the damn bastard following you, his long legs reaching your side. 

“What are you doing?” you asked

“I am accompanying you until you reach home safely, of course.”

“I don't need that.”

“You could encounter another drunk guy you know. It's dangerous around here.” 

You sneered. “I can handle that much.”

Wooyoung chuckled which made you look at him in confusion. There wasn't any malice in his eyes, they were soft and genuinely relaxed. This guy… truly was an irrational brat but you couldn't blame him. After all, he didn't know anything about you. He was too kind, too nice and you knew fairly well that guys like him did not last one day in your world. Wooyoung wasn't very tall, he wasn't very buffy either but he did smell nice. He definitely wasn't your type, but you could use him for your needs. You have always heard that good guys were a nice surprise in bed. Your last one night stands sucked ass, none of the guys you set up with were able to give you any type of satisfaction, and you were tired of having to think about him, to get off. You needed a change. 

When you reached the stairs of your flat, Wooyoung stopped. You took a few steps up but upon noticing that he wasn't following you, you turned around. 

“Good night, then.” He said, a tender smile covering his tired face.

“Do you wanna get a drink at my place?” You asked, unbothered by his surprised reaction. Wooyoung’s face turned a very pale pink but his answer did not match his body language. 

“I won't go drinking in someone’s house, to which I don't even know the name of.” 

That sneaky bastard.. you smiled this time, turning around as you kept walking up the stairs. “Your loss then, brat.”

“I will see you tomorrow morning,” He said back, an amused timber tingling in his voice, from the name you had called him. You bit your bottom lip before replying without looking at him

“yn.. it 's yn.”

You left Wooyoung there as you reached the door of your flat. Taking the keys out of your pocket, you insert it on the lock, your eyes narrowing as you notice that the door was unlocked. Fuck.. fuck.. someone was inside. You gulped down, taking a deep breath before twisting the knob of your door. Once you reached inside, the lights were out and the faint scent of spice and musk cologne hit your nostrils. You felt your body coil in a strange sensation as you reached your living room. 

There was he. Sat on your couch, cigarette on his lips. Even in total darkness you could see the patterns of his tattoos designing themselves up from the few unbutton bottoms of his white shirt to his neck. The oni mask tattoo that covered his left hand as he took the cigarette out of his mouth to look at you, made you shiver. 

Your Past.

Your Present.

Your Future. 

The Red Dragon. 

“Yn” he called your name, a deep voice making your knees weak and your mind foggy. 

“San.”

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[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 7

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pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: use of /yn, cursing, mentions of family death, angst author's note: HIII thanks for all the love lately u guys are the best, i hope this chapter is good!!! i love this one yayy WC: 1761 lowercase intentional !!

monday, april 14th.

my eyes scanned the parking lot for the familiar pair of blue eyes and fluffy brunette hair. i bit my lip in focus before gasping at the feeling of two familiar hands against my waist, turning to the boy and smiling brightly.

"hi, matt." i smiled warmly at him.

"hi, y/n." matt observed my features and hummed to himself before quickly grabbing his backpack off of his back and opening it, pulling out a baby blue hoodie. "you cold? put this on," he stated softly, throwing the hoodie in my direction before he made his way to his car and unlocked it.

i smiled and nodded, slipping on the hoodie and following him to his car.

matt had been taking me to school lately, and i was living for it. today we hadn't planned on hanging out, but on most days we end up thinking of something anyway.

i buckled my seatbelt and turned to matt as he began driving to my house, and i quickly cleared my throat as i looked at him.

"so um.. matt," i breathed, smiling softly.

matt spared me a quick glance before looking back at the road and humming softly in response.

i looked down at my legs and squeezed them together as if to gain some confidence. "i was thinking... maybe we could go to your place today? like.. to meet your brothers.. i'd love to get to kno-"

"absolutely not." matt quickly interrupted me to say, and my heart sank. i noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel as i blinked a few times and frowned.

i had always wondered why matt seemed so close yet so far away. i tried to give him the benefit of the doubt in most cases, but my mind couldn't help but think back on a few specific moments with him.

when he told me he had dropped out.

when he noticed my tattoo.

when him and my dad stared at each other at the dinner table.

i bit my lip as i turned to matt, a few minutes of silence overcoming us.

"is there something you're hiding from me?" i whispered softly.

i could have sworn matt's entire face went pale.

"what do you mean?" he questioned, stopping at the red light before him and turning to me, giving me his full attention.

"i just.. i feel like there's some things i'm confused about, like why you react certain ways or why you keep certain things from me.." i whispered as i cleared my throat. "i just care about you, and i understand if you don't want me to meet your brothers because of a home situation, or insecurities, or-"

"i'm not fucking insecure, y/n." matt stated firmly, slightly raising his voice.

i looked at him with wide eyes before i slowly turned back to look at my lap.

a soft honk from the car behind us was what finally removed matt's gaze from my face.

-

i looked out the window as matt stopped the car outside of my house, and i looked at him. matt's eyes were glued to the steering wheel.

"you don't wanna talk about this at all?" i questioned softly, leaning slightly in front of him.

but matt didn't react at all. instead he turned his head a bit in the other direction.

i scoffed and quickly undid my seatbelt. i got up out of the car and grabbed my backpack, opening the door and slamming it shut.

matt's gaze followed my figure as i walked in front of the car to get to the sidewalk in front of my house, and i crossed my arms as i stared at him through his window. "y/n," he breathed, but i held up my hand.

"save it. when you want to speak up, let me know." i stated firmly before gripping my backpack straps and quickly making my way up the steps and into my front door.

matt simply watched me, his eyes never leaving me or the baby blue hoodie that i had on.

-

"where are you going?" i whispered at the edge of the steps, my eyes burning into my dad as i watched him try to quietly walk out of the front door.

i had been in my room, just staring at my ceiling and thinking. i had a lot of things to think about.

"business trip. i'll be home hopefully by tomorrow or wednesday." he stated softly. "i'm sorry, i meant to tell you sooner-"

"you were just going to leave a note on the counter and leave me to find it. like you usually do." i smiled weakly and shook my head. "have a safe trip." i stated before i made my way back up the stairs.

my dad simply let out a soft sigh before he left through the front door.

-

feelings are hard. i never really understood how they work. i could be feeling so happy in one moment and then within just two seconds, something different could be running through my mind.

my mind wandered as i wondered what matt's home was like, and what his brothers were like. i wondered if they were like matt at all, if they all had a good relationship and if matt were super close to them. he had only really brought up chris and their fortnite endeavors.

i wondered if my dad would really ever truly be there for me in this life, as he always seems to be gone. even since before mom left. while i wish he were here more often, i know he just wants to do what he can to take care of me. and besides, he's really the only family i have left.

i don't know anything about matt's family or his personal life, other than the fact that him and his brother, chris, have probably spent a fortune on fortnite.

i sighed as i rubbed my hands across my face. thoughts continued to soar through my mind as i bit my lip and took a deep breath.

i was still wearing matt's hoodie. his scent really calmed me, even if he pissed me off sometimes.

with a soft groan, i sat up out of bed and rubbed my face. i checked my phone, reading 10:43pm and noticing no notifications or anything new.

damn, i must have upset him.

the pads of my feet carefully made their way to my bathroom as i began to carefully brush my teeth and examine myself in the mirror.

thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

i spit out my toothpaste and looked at myself again.

thoughts, thoughts.

i closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

thoughts...

i put away my toothbrush and gritted my teeth, quickly making my way to my dad's office.

i knew i was alone in this house, i knew my dad was on a trip, but i still slowly and carefully pushed the double doors opened and took a few steps inside.

i had been in this office a couple of times, but not enough to know where anything was.

i carefully stepped towards the office desk and gently ran my fingers against the dark wood as my eyes continued to scan the place.

books, wood, papers, cork boards, thumbtacks, dim lighting, hints of green...

i turned to the desk at some papers that my fingers came in contact with and blinked a few times, gently lifting them and allowing my eyes to scan over the page.

my eyebrows furrowed as i read a few names that were unfamiliar to me. i quickly moved to sit behind the desk in my dad's chair and glanced over the loose sheets of paper before eagerly opening some of the drawers and searching them.

my eyes quickly focused as i read my mom's name on a sheet of paper, my movements all coming to a halt as i read the words beneath.

"DECEASED - TOO WELL-INFORMED - DEEP INTO INSIDE INFO."

my heart sank. my hands shook. my eyes scanned each paper within the same filing folder, begging for more answers. but all i could find was the same logo inked on my body.

with a few more minutes of searching, i grasped a few more papers and shut each drawer before quickly going to my room and shutting the office door behind me, tears streaming down my face.

-

no pov

matt's eyes were glossy. his face remained blank.

"dude, are you sure everything's alright?" chris asked, sitting down beside matt on the couch as he looked at him worriedly.

matt simply shrugged before he turned to chris. "small argument." he breathed before he turned to the ceiling. "she thinks i'm hiding something from her." he mumbled as he sighed. "i don't want to mess things up with her, i want her to be happy, no matter how this all started." matt whispered as his voice cracked towards the end, and chris's expression softened. he gently moved to rest a hand on matt's back, gently rubbing up and down soothingly.

"i know that you two will talk it out and things will be okay." chris smile reassuringly. "just give her some space. women will be women," he breathed, earning a smack on the arm from nick, who had frightened both of them.

"don't even say that, chris." he stated softly, taking slight offense. chris rolled his eyes as he turned to matt.

matt just stared between the two as he wrapped his arms around both of his brothers and took a deep breath.

"i love you guys." he whispered.

matt knew he didn't tell them enough, but he truly had no idea where he would be without the two.

bzzt. bzzt.

matt quickly pulled away and picked up his phone that had her name written on the screen.

he jumped to his feet and answered, a bright smile on his face.

"y/n! hey, i'm sorry about earlier, i was just moody, and i would love for you to-"

"matt, it's fine i don't care-" she quickly stated, soft breaths leaving her mouth as she sounded like she was rushing around. "i need you to pick me up, i need to get out of here."

matt's eyebrows furrowed as he got up and made his way towards the kitchen, grabbing his car keys and going to the door. "right, yeah. everything okay?"

"i'll explain when you get here, please just-" her voice broke. "please just get here soon," she practically begged, making matt's heart break.

"i'll be there shortly. wait for me."

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Bake it 'til you make it

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.8K

SUMMARY | Chris pulled a horrible stunt in the karaoke bar and you're not sure if you're ready to forgive him quite yet. After a few days of personal space, you come back, and for a little while it seems like nothing ever happened, but that quickly changed when the two of you were done baking together.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Break up via voicemail, the need of some personal space, Chris is a mess in this one, and later he is the good old flirty Chris again. Oh, and brownies. Lots of brownies.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Baker's Dozen AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

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It is still hard to comprehend, on one hand, Chris just admitted his feelings towards you that go beyond just friendship, but on the other hand, Chris admitted he has feelings for you that go beyond friendship. You’re not sure how you feel about this, and you just left everyone behind at the bar where you were hanging out with your colleagues, and your boyfriend Jessie. “Jessie! Oh, shit!” you say to yourself as you’ve come back to your senses a little bit. You were still standing on the side of the abandoned road you stopped at earlier because your emotions were running high, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your phone was still somewhere on the bottom of your purse after you had thrown it in there when you left to go to the bar with Chris. You left so abruptly that you didn’t give anyone a chance to follow you, and now you had to face the consequences. You dug it out of your purse and it had been blown up with countless calls and messages from all your colleagues, but you had only one missed call you cared about most right now, Jessie’s. He left you a voicemail and your fingers quickly tapped the button to listen to it.

When you heard his broken voice on the other side, your heart broke into a million little pieces. He didn’t have to tell you what happened, you could hear it in his voice, and it tore your insides apart, like knives were stabbing you and twisting constantly. And that’s when he told you the one thing you didn’t know you needed to hear.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s me, Jessie. Obviously,” he says and he chuckles a little despite the sadness laced through his voice. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened tonight, even though it’s not mine or your fault, it still sucks. Chris sucks, honestly. But I think you deserve to be with him more than with me, I’m sure he can give you all the things I’d never be able to. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and I see a love between the two of you that I know goes deeper than I ever could love you. Go for him, Y/N, you deserve to be happy with him. I love you, but I’m not the right guy for you, he is. Just promise me that you will still be friends with me because I can’t live without you in my life,”.

And with that, the line cuts off. Leaving you alone on the side of the road. Literally. Even though Jessie just broke up with you through a voicemail, it still didn't hurt as much as you had thought. You lowered your phone from your ear and rested your head against the steering wheel as you let out a few stray tears. Suddenly you got another phone call, and this time it was Chris. For a few seconds, you debate whether or not to pick it up, and you ultimately decide to do it. ''Hi,'' you say, your voice hoarse from crying and screaming your lungs out earlier. ''Muffin, where are you? Are you okay?'' he blurts out, clearly not expecting you to pick up the phone.

''I-I don't know. I'm okay, but I think I'm going to sleep at a hotel for a few nights, I need to have some space and get my thoughts in order,'' you sigh, needing to be away from him for a little while. You can just ask a friend for some clothes or get some from the store, it would be fine. You can't be around Chris right now, and this seems like the best option so you just go for it. ''Alright, I love you, Muffin. Can't wait to have you back here,'' he says, the defeat very apparent in his voice. ''I love you, Cupcake,'' you say with a small smile, even though he can't see it. ''Love you too, Muffin,'' he replies and you hang up.

Your stay in the hotel has been nothing short of wonderful, but you can't stay away from Chris forever. After 5 days in the hotel, you check out and walk back to your car, your dirty clothing in a bag your friend Jess brought over the first day. During the drive back to your shared apartment you're holding the steering wheel of your car so tight your knuckles have turned completely white at the force. You haven't slept well, but at the very least your nights were better than Chris' nights. He stayed up late every night and got up early every morning in the hope he would see you again, but the two of you only saw each other during classes.

During said classes, you haven't talked to him, although it was not for his lack of trying. ''Chris, don't,'' is the most you have said during those five days and even though you miss your best friend, you find it hard to forgive him for the stunt he pulled in the karaoke bar. You have been hanging out with other classmates and paired up with them when necessary, but you couldn't help but steal some glances at Chris now and again. Right now you were kind of glad to go home again, to sleep in your bed, to wear your clothes. To bake in your kitchen.

You park your car in its designated spot in the garage, get out to grab your bag, and head up to the apartment. The elevator ride is short since you only live on the 3rd floor of the building, but your heart beats faster every time you take a step towards your door. You fish the keys out of your purse and unlock the door, the sight in front of you even worse than you could have imagined. Chris was asleep on the couch, and he looked even worse than he did the days you saw him during your classes, and you got extremely worried all of a sudden. You drop your bags and quickly walk over to where he's laying on the couch.

''Chris, please wake up. It's me, Y/N,'' you say and you gently shake him awake. He slowly opens his eyes only to look directly into the ones he's been so desperately wanting to see. You're back, and he couldn't be happier right now. ''Muffin...'' he says before quickly sitting up and pulling - or more manhandling at this point - you onto his lap in a tight embrace. His face is nuzzled into your hair as he takes in deep whiffs of the smell of shampoo and conditioner you've used. Your arms wrap around him and you pull yourself tighter into his embrace, not wanting to let him go just yet. Suddenly, you feel bad for the way you treated him, the way you left him behind.

Tears are escaping from your eyes, and suddenly you hear Chris sniffle too. ''Cupcake, I'm so sorry for leaving the way I did. I didn't mean for it to get this far. I'm glad I had some time to think, but right now all I want is to bake something, with you. Would you be willing to help me?'' you ask in a soft voice, and he nods. ''I'd love that, Muffin,'' he says and the two of you sit like that for a little while longer. ''Alright, but you need to take a shower first, otherwise I won't let you anywhere near the kitchen!'' you joke and he laughs, a deep rumbling laugh from deep within, which warms you from the inside out.

''Okay, but only because you're asking nicely,'' he says and he loosens the grip on your waist, so you can get up and he can go take his shower. You head up to your room too, so you can get changed into a more comfortable outfit too, before doing your laundry and cleaning the apartment. When Chris is done he walks down the stairs in a pair of black jogging pants and a band shirt, his hair still wet but his complexion looking a lot better now that he has a bit of a red flush on his cheeks from the heat of the shower.

''Muffin, I'm so sorry-,'' he starts but you cut him off. ''I don't want to talk about that now. Right now, I just want to bake together, and not think about anything else. Right now, I need some uninterrupted Cupcake time,'' you say and a big smile appears on his face. ''Alright, what did you have in mind today?'' he asks. ''Caramel brownies, what else?!'' you answer and Chris just shakes his head with a chuckle. ''Should've known!'' he says before pulling you in for a hug, and you happily reciprocate, but not without a little teasing. Your hands slide under his shirt and onto his back, but he lets out a gasp and steps back when he feels your ice-cold hands on his skin.

''What was that for?!'' he exclaims and you double over from laughing so hard, it hurts your stomach. He can't stay mad at you and he laughs too, heading towards the kitchen and getting the ingredients ready. When you're putting the ingredients for the mix into your mixing bowl, Chris comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. His head just leans on yours as the two of you sway to the music he turned on earlier, and you feel like nothing ever changed. But you know full well it has, but you're not quite ready to face that reality just yet.

Chris is making another batch of brownies, but he makes a twist on the traditional brownies recipe by making cookie dough brownies instead, which are one of his favorites. Yours are already in the oven, and by the time yours are done and cooling, Chris is finishing his batch too, letting them cool alongside yours. You're standing with your back against the kitchen counter, leaning on it as you're watching Chris working with a concentrated face, he always looks cute when he's focused on his baking. ''Alright, all done!'' he says when the finishing touch is done and they're complete.

Chris turns around and looks at you with a loving smile on his face. ''Thank you for doing this, I haven't laughed this hard in a while,'' he says as he makes his way over to you. His hands find their places next to yours on the edge of the counter and your breath hitches as he's getting closer. His face is coming closer to yours, and when your lips almost brush each other he asks, ''So, are we finally going to talk about what I did?'' before pulling away and leaving you standing there unable to move. He is well aware of the effect he had on you just now, and couldn't help but smirk as he saw you standing there, biting your lip, trying to comprehend what happened just a few seconds ago.

#alternate universe #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans au #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst

[xxcocothekillerxx]

Behind Locked Doors

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x FemReader

Summary: Y/N recently moved into a somewhat small town, Newt, In Texas with her father. Y/N's father thought this would be a good opportunity for them, since things got rough back in California. Little do they know the trouble that awaited them..

!THIS CHAPTER DOESN'T CONTAIN NSFW!

Warning: This series will contain 18+ content & material! NSFW situations and possibly TRIGGERING topics such as- Depression, stalking, blood & gore, manipulation, mention of kidnapping and small amounts of self-harm, such as scars/cuts.

{{ Please proceed with care if you're sensitive to ANY of these topics }}

Author's Note: This is my first time really writing NSFW stories / stories in general. Tips and tricks on how to improve my writing and overall layout are welcome, though keep it respectful please. Other than that please enjoy! 💋

💋Chapter 1: A new town💋

It's been over a week now since you and your father have moved to this small town. The feeling of warm, hot and heavy, air and slight stench of garbage filled your nose as you were cleaning and fixing up your room.

The house you and your father picked was interesting, to say the least. Its dull, gray and moldy wallpaper lined most of the walls around the house. Holes and cracks littered the corners of the old building, the windows barely holding up against the breeze that hit them from the outside. The rusty door knobs, simply waiting to give a poor unexpecting victim a staph infection, and the doors themselves are ready to fall off their hinges.

Although your father had fixed up the downstairs area pretty well, painting the walls in a faded out, pastel yellow. Re-painting the door to their original bright white, and fixing up the hinges so they wouldn't fall off. He also bought new kitchenWare, the stove and fridge were nearly brand new and he insisted they were 'fresh out of the factory'. A beautiful dark brown wood table, with matching chairs, sat in between the kitchen and the living room. A pot of lavender and pink poppies in a little white vase, with a sage green cloth underneath it, laid in the middle of the table. Family pictures hanging on parts of the walls, leading over to the living room where a shag carpet and old leather couch sat with those old style TVs.

Your room had (color) wallpaper, with old CDs and photos hung on the walls. You had a nice window and strung a spider plant about it, pinning some of its vines to the side with some books and some toys sitting on the window sill. Your bed was a decent size, enough to hold two people comfortably, and had soft and cozy (color) sheets. The wooden floor was covered with a shag rug, and large plants sat by your doorway and against your bookshelf. You were just finishing up cleaning up and lighting a candle when your father knocked on your door, slightly catching you off guard because you had music playing on your old radio, you quickly turned your music off and opened the bedroom door.

Your father stood there, he slightly adjusted his almost cartoonishly large glasses and then gave a gentle smile. "Hey sweetie.. sorry I don't mean to bother ya' , I just wanted to know if you wanted to come shopping with me real quick?" He joyfully explained, his goofy smile nearly going ear to ear as he looked at you.

"Uh…sure why not" a small smile appears on your face and you gently put down your headphones onto your desk, brushing your (color), hair back behind your ears. You really haven't been out much this week, and it could do you some good to get out for awhile. Your father gives an almost triumphant look as he quickly turns to walk down the hallway, his footsteps getting quieter as he gets further away.

You walked over to your dresser picking out a simple outfit, a teal color tie dye T-shirt, tied at the waist to give a crop top feel and bell-bottom jeans with little colorful flowers near the bottom of the legs and on the back pockets. You then put your white shoes on and headed downstairs to meet up with your father, grabbing some hair ties on the way out and putting them on your wrist before shutting the door behind you. Your father was waiting at the table while looking at a newspaper, his large glasses slightly tilted downwards as he read. His gaze lifted as he heard your footsteps, a gentle and warm smile appearing on his face as he got up from the table.

"Ready?" He says, keys in hand as he tilts his head slightly towards the door. You nod in response, walking towards the door as your father opened it for you. Walking down the steps of the porch, a warm and comforting breeze hits your face. The fresh air quickly running up your nose, a sense of relief from being so cooped up all week makes you feel good and refreshed. The bright blue sky and the sun, only covered lightly with scattered puffy clouds and chirping birds. You take in your surroundings for a brief moment. The sounds of the wind and birds filling your ears as your father walks past you towards the car, his bright striped shirt regaining your attention as you walk to catch up to him, making your way to the passenger side door and opening it. Your father started up the old, Cherry red, 1973 Pontiac Astre. The engine rumbles to life as your father rolls his window down to place his arm on the door, he adjusts the radio to his favorite channel and some new station comes on.

A man starts to speak through the light static “The search continues in Muerto County for a missing University of Texas student. The Sheriff’s department says that Maria Flores, a native of Uvalde, was last seen near the town of Newt more than two months ago. Her vehicle was recently discovered abandoned along Country Road 172, with officials reporting no signs of foul play. Authorities are hopeful that the expanded search into the nearby communities of Harlow and Chinatown will unearth new leads. Family and friends are urging anyone with information regarding her disappearance to please come forward.” The man then proceeded to introduce the forecast of the week and then quickly cut to a popular music station playing 'Can't get enough - Bad company'. You and your father give a concerned glance towards each other before your father starts to drive out onto the road. The wind blowing through your hair, the comforting breeze making you close your eyes and enjoy the ride. Aside from a few random roadkill on the road, the music played loudly in your ears as you slightly danced to yourself as your father jammed to the song and you enjoyed the car ride into town.

Soon you and your father enter the town. Your eyes couldn't help but look around, an old gas station and mechanic shop sat on the right side with some small buildings and stores littered behind them, a few apartment buildings and roller rink sat on the left side with a large school and church sat behind them. You took in the view, not many people were walking around except for a group of teenagers and some adults, some with their little ones, you then noticed the missing person posters scattered on the telephone poles. 'Must be that poor girl from the news station they mentioned' you thought, a sense of sadness slightly washed over you as you felt bad for her family and friends. Your eyes soon wandered over to an older gentleman, he was smiling as a few older lady's. He wore a yellow button up with a blue and red plaid coat, a yellow hat covered his brown hair that clearly was receding and was graying. He had a cane in his hand that he was slightly leaning against as he was, somewhat in a creepy way, talking to the two old ladies. His smile reminds you of a beaver as he talks, however you notice his gaze quickly rising to your car as you drive by, his smile quickly disappears as his locked eyes with you. You quickly felt yourself look away and down at your lap, you felt embarrassed for staring and quickly looked over to your father who was simply paying attention to the road while trying to find a parking spot.

As your father parked the car, he looked over and noticed your uneasiness. "Y/N? You alright?.." he opened the card or on his side, yet waited for your response and sat there. "Y-yea.. sorry" you chuckled, trying to push off the fact you stared at a random old man and got creeped out. Your father nodded and got out of the car, quickly meeting you on the other side as you got out yourself. "Well, I need to grab a few things from the general store and then the post office. Why don'tcha you go take a good look around town… I might be while so." Your father explained, and a big smile on his face and he gently patted your shoulder. You simply nodded as your father walked away to the general store, your eyes quickly wandered over to a clothing store and its bright luring colors. You started to walk down the sidewalk, humming to yourself when you take notice of the same old man you saw before, now sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, except you can't help but notice him side eyeing you from behind the newspaper. You felt a knot in your throat as you started to get close to him, he was sitting next to the store you wanted to go in. You have no clue why he was giving you the creeps, however you swallow your fear and give a warm smile towards the old man.

This seemed to slightly catch him off guard however and nearly made him shove his face into the newspaper, starting to grumble things underneath his breath.

"H-hello sir!" You slightly felt your heart race as the man raised an eyebrow and slowly looked towards you, his dark eyes giving a questionable look as if he was wondering why you're trying to talk to him. However he quickly snaps a smile at you and puts his newspaper down on the bench as he reaches his hand out for a shake. "Nice to meetcha lil' lady.. new around here?" His voice semi cracked as he spoke, you could hear a slight lisp too. "Yes I am.. My name is Y/N!, my father is also here with me.. he's just grabbing a few things" you nervously stated, you quickly shake his hand before politely cupping them together in front of you. The old man nodded as if he understood and or cared before standing up and giving that creepy beaver smile towards you. "Names Drayton, Drayton Sawyer.. My family lives in this town. Though most em ain't the social type…except that boy Johnny." He gave an annoyed look as he rambled, quickly stopping before giving an almost serious look towards you. "Welcome to the town.." he said, his eyes almost dark as he spoke. He then tipped his hat before walking away, you watched as he almost waddled away and then disappeared behind some buildings.

You calmed yourself down slightly before walking into the clothing store, a nice old lady behind the counter gave you a warm and welcoming smile. "Hello dear! Welcome.." she said, her gray hair in a bun behind her head, her sun kissed skin covered with wrinkles. She wore a pretty blue blouse with a blue floral skirt that hit her ankles and her dark blue flats, she adjusted her glasses to better see you as you walked in. You nodded as you looked around the shop at all the cute and somewhat old fashioned clothes, soon you hear three girls walk into the store. A red head wearing a pink plaid button that was tied up slightly above the waist and jean shorts, a dark Brunette with tanner skin wearing and baby blue blouse with a white floral pattern on the chest and tan bell-bottoms, and a dark Brunette wearing a red tank-top with a deep v-neck and yellow sunflower on it and blue jean bell-bottoms. The girls were talking and somewhat giggling to themselves as they walked around the store, although they looked like they were also seriously discussing something as well. They kept quietly chatting to each other before they took notice of you, giving small waves and warm smiles as they began to walk over towards you. The ginger girl quickly speaks up and puts out her hand "hello! My name's Connie! Are you new here??" Her smile warmly grew as you took and shook her hand, you gave her a warm smile back. "Yea.. me and my father live slightly out of town but we're practically on the edge." You said nervously, not knowing if they knew what you were talking about. Quickly the girl in the red v-neck tank top spoke up and said, "oh that old house!? I remember when a lil' old couple used to live there! Gosh! They were so sweet..my name's Julie by the way!" She giggled, and she gave a girly wave at you. You couldn't help but look at the middle girl, your brows slightly furrowed in worry at her quietness before Connie spoke up, "oh.. that's Ana, her sister went missing.. I'm sure you've already seen the posters around town by now." Her smile quickly faded while she spoke, Ana gave a quick half smile before turning around to look at the clothes on the wall. Julie gave a slightly worried look back at Ana before looking at Connie then back at you, "yea.. she's been in rough shape ever since. But she's been determined to find her…" Julie explained, before giving a big smile, "you should meet up with us at the roller rink tonight! It's always Nice to have new friends!" She yelled excitedly, jumping excitedly. Connie also seemed to get excited by this and nodded in agreement, her smile nearly blinding you with excitement. You smiled joyfully at the idea and soon nodded and agreed to join them later at the roller rink. You wanted to explore a little bit more before meeting up with your father again to tell him the news.

A few minutes pass and the three girls soon leave the building with you before they split off into a different direction than you, leaving you alone. You look around and decide to walk down towards the post office to meet up with your father, however as you were walking you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Your eyes darted around and yet you couldn't see anything, you looked behind you and still nothing. You started to walk slightly faster down the street, pushing the feeling off as just being in a new town. Soon enough you make it to the post office as your father is walking out the doors, mail and other papers in his name. He walks slowly as he's ready the envelopes and other pieces of paper, his glasses at the end of his nose and his eyebrows slightly raised as he reads and mumbles to himself. He quickly takes notice of you and fixes his glasses as he opens the car door and puts the mail in the glove compartment, a large smile on his face as you walk over towards the car. "Soooo?!... Anything exciting happens sweetie?" He smiled, his hand on the top of the car door as he leaned against it slightly. You nod and smile, opening your door on the passenger side and getting in. Your father soon follows and sits in the car, closing the door behind him. "Made some new friends!.. they want me to meet up with them later tonight at the roller rink.." you smiled, your father giving you a big hug before laughing triumphantly. "OH! I knew you could do it! Making me so proud.." he smiled before starting up the car and started to drive, you leaned up against the car door and let the wind start to blow through your hair, the feeling of being watched still stayed as you were starting to leave town. Your eyes widened and noticed a figure watching you pass by, an almost sinking feeling as you drove by filled your stomach. Soon the feeling leaves as you drive out of town, the radio blaring music and your father embarrassingly dancing to you. You chuckled to yourself bringing your attention to the sun as it slowly went down, the sky starting to turn pink and shades of purple, A smile slowly appearing on your face as you drove home.

Today was a good day, yet you couldn't shake a weird feeling about that town.

END OF CHAPTER 1

If you got his far, I sincerely hope you enjoyed chapter 1! I know nothing "exciting" happened in this one, however I promise it'll get more interesting as we continue! 💋💋💋

Special Thanks and inspiration - @lil-spider 💋❤️

//CHAPTER 2//

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[petra608]

I noticed that my Robocar Poli content has been the most popular on Tumblr so I wanted to share my own as human/origin au. I wrote this quite a bit ago on Wattpad and just reposted it on ao3 so forgive me for any bad writing or mistakes. Thank You!

~Trigger Warning~

~Death, suicide, illness, sensitive topics-

January 26

New York

General Hospital

In the Children's Ward of General Hospital there was a 6 year old boy named Danny. He was lying in his bed with a nasogastric tube in his nose. Danny has been in and out of the hospital for about 4 months suffering from a cancerous brain tumor.  Even after the surgery, even after traveling across the country to get the proper help, even after the radiation therapy, even after they had to shave his long hair off, he still seemed like the happiest kid in the world or at least he pretends to be to make everyone feel better.

His mother, Valerie Cooper, was reading him stories and entertaining him.  His father, David Cooper, has just gotten back from getting him ice chips.  As broken-hearted as they were, they were still determined to make everyday a good day for Danny since they didn't know which one would be his last. But before all hope was lost, the doctor came in with the biggest smile.

"Good news Danny! We got your blood results,  the cancer is officially gone.  You can go home!" The doctor said with glee. 

A wave of relief has washed over Val and David.  He's going to be okay.  There baby boy, is going to be ok!  He can go back to school, and hang out with his friends again, he can live his life the way he deserved to.  They could barely hold back their happy tears.  Danny was happy about being able to go home he couldn't contain the excitement. 

"So, when can we take him home?" Valerie asked

"That's the thing, you can take him home today!" The doctor answered

And that's what they did.  They quickly got there stuff together and Danny got to ring the bell saying he completed his treatment.  The hospital staff all clapped for him and on their way out one staff member gave Danny a high five. 

On their drive home, they were so happy that all of this was behind them and they can look forward to the future.  Danny was bouncing and being a little goofball in the back.  His mother was in the front seat and playing with him and the dad, the dad just looked at him through the rear view mirror.  He was just so relieved that everything was going to be ok.  That he wasn't going to lose his son.  He just thought about how Danny was going to be able to live a full, long, life.  He didn't need to worry about not waking up the next morning.  He was going to be ok. 

Everything was going to be ok. 

...or so he thought. 

That's when the truck came.  It all happened so fast, nobody had time to react.  The truck hit their car on the side where Danny and David were.  Both cars stopped moving shortly after the collision but it was still really bad, and messy.  Nobody in the car was moving, the driver of the truck called the police and help arrived 5 minutes later. 

The ambulance rushed to the hospital.  The same hospital Danny was just discharged from.  As the family was rushed inside the staff saw them and were just, heartbroken.  It's truly heartbreaking seeing an innocent kid, that was just discharged, back in the hospital, the same day! 

All the Doctors and Nurses did everything they could to save them, to keep them alive.  But it was all for nothing.  Danny didn't make it.  Neither did David.  But Valerie did, however she still lost her husband and her own son.  And she'd have to live with that. 

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One Week Later

BroomsTown

"Come on sweetie, would you please come out?"

Valerie's father, Mr Musty, had come to visit her after the accident,  with Valerie so distraught, she couldn't take care of her daughter, Who was with her grandfather the day of the accident. 

Maggie was her name, but everyone called her Mini.  She was barely 5 and just lost her father and her only brother.  She, surprisingly, took it a lot better than Valerie did, but she's probably still to young to fully understand what has happened.

"Can you at least let me in" Musty has been trying to talk to Valerie for over an hour. It's been days since she last stepped foot outside of the master bedroom

Valerie hasn't said a thing. Normally, Musty would just let her be since she is still grieving but something didn't feel right. He decided to open the door himself and check on her. He checked the bedroom but she was nowhere to be seen. So he went to check the master bathroom. As he got closer to the bathroom he could see the door was slightly open. When he pushed it open he saw his daughter. On the floor. With an empty pill bottle next to her.

With panic in his eyes, he knelt down to check her pulse. He needed to call for help. He also needed to keep Mini from seeing this. Mini already lost so much she didn't need to lose anyone else.

So, help arrived and rushed her to the hospital. Musty had to stay behind to take care of Mini. He didn't know how he was going to tell what was happening. And if they aren't able to save Val, how is he going to tell Mini she has lost her mother too? Even if she does make it, she is probably gonna have to go to a Mental Hospital to get better so this doesn't happen again. Either way, Mini is going to suffer from this.

Thankfully, she was ok. Bad news is she does have to go to a Mental Hospital. And the closes one is a few towns over.

That means Mr. Musty has been left with Mini. Besides her mom, she has no other family that's able to take care of her. Musty lives in the city, that's where his business is, that's where Mini would be safest because the city he's from has a far better first-responders than BroomsTown does. But if he moves Mini, then she would be losing her friends and have to start a new school and all of this is just to much for her after everything that has happened. So, he ignored all his doubts, and decided to move to BroomsTown with Mini. That seems like the bast decision.

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2 Months Later

BroomsTown

Mr. Musty has been Taking care of Mini ever since the incident with Valerie and it has been getting difficult. In BroomsTown it is very common for kids to be running around town without adults. Mini is always run around with her friends and Musty has some trouble keeping an eye on her. He couldn't always keep up with her since he has to use a cane whenever he has to walk any long distances.  This has caused Musty to worry about her safety a little to often. 

As a distraction, Mr. Musty went out to lunch, he is currently waiting at the park for some old friends of his. 

"Hey, Old Guy!" Mr. Musty had heard from someone behind him.  When Musty turned to see who it was, he saw his friend, Hudson. Hudson and Mr. Musty had been friends since freshman year of college and were currently business partners for an insurance company back in the city.

"Hudson!  How have you been old friend?" Musty say as he goes to shake Hudson's hand.

"Why I'm doing well friend," Hudson replied

M "That's good to hear, and the business?"

H "The business is fine. Don't you trust me?"

M "of course I do, I didn't mean anything by it-"

H "Relax Musty, I was only kidding...are you alright?"

M "Yes, it's just that a lot has happened this past year and it's just hard to process.."

A moment of silence between the two before another man had broke said silence.

"Sorry I'm late you two, their was a problem at the store."

M "Mr. Wheeler! It's no problem, it's just good to see you."

W "..and it's good to see you out and about, how are you and Mini holding up?"

M "I'm fine and Mini is taking everything a lot better than I thought."

H "where is the little pipsqueak anyway?"

M "oh Mini is running around town with her friends... which, Mr. Wheeler I must ask, is it safe for kids to be running around town unsupervised like that?"

W "oh of course! It happens all the time.  I kids are almost always safe running around town by themselves."

M "almost?"

W "Well.. Due to the recent budget cuts to the towns first responders, accidents are becoming more..frequent."

With that there was another pause washed over the group as worry had start to overcome Musty once again.

"I'm sure Mini is fine." Hudson says in a reassuring tone

M "I know, I need to get my mind of this. Hudson, how is your granddaughter doing?"

H "Jin? She's doing well, she has gotten a new job in the city."

W "A job? I swear it was just yesterday that Jin had you running around town playing 'rescue',"

M "rescue?"

H "do you not remember?  Jin and I would make some sort of rescue team and 'save people'. I think she got you involved as a 'medic' one time."

W "kids grow up so fast don't they?"

Hudson and Wheeler had continued their small talk while Musty had gotten lost in thought. 'A Rescue Team?'

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A Couple Days Later

Its been a couple days since the three men had lunch. Musty had went MIA and Hudson thought it would be best to check up on him.  That's how he found himself knocking on Mr. Musty's  door.  When nobody answered the door, Hudson had tried opening the door and was successful. 

"Musty?" Hudson yells out as he walks into the house.  "I find it funny how you complain about Mini's safety but still left your door unlocked."

"Hudson!" Mini yells out as she runs up and hugs the old man. 

H "It's good to see you munchkin.  How have you been?"

Mi "I've been great! I've made a new friend!  And I saw a grasshopper!  It had lost it legs.  My friend stepped on it.  Then a cat came and ate it- speaking of which,  why don't you come over anymore?"

H "Oh my god.  Your right.  I have betrayed you by not coming over more.  Please forgive me your majesty..".

Mi "....your a drama Queen."

H "I'm a drama Queen!?  Your one to talk little lady."

Mi "well I get away with it because I'm cute!"

H "...Touché"

H "where is your grandpa anyway?"

Mi "he's in his office,  he has been in his office a lot recently."

H "Has he been ignoring you?"

"no, he comes out when he needs to.  Besides I get to eat all the cookies I want when he's busy."  Mini say as she runs off to Musty's office.

"That's my girl." Hudson say with a chuckle as he follows her. 

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A couple seconds later Hudson is walking into Musty's office, looking for the old man.  The office has a warm and cozy feeling when you enter.  A fireplace sits on the back wall with bookshelves on either side of it.  The Office also has a big desk, the top covered in papers. Musty is currently sat at the behind the desk looking down at the papers.  "Musty?", he calls out, closing the door behind him. 

The sound of his name caused Musty to look up for his current work and stand.  "Hudson? What are you doing here?" Musty had said as he made us way around the desk and towards Hudson. 

"I haven't heard from you, I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Oh.  I'm sorry I've been busy."  Musty says as he walks back to the desk and starts gathering some papers. 

"What are you doing?" Hudson asked taking a few steps towards him. 

"..When we were at lunch the other day you mentioned that game you and Jin use to play, and it gave me an idea.  I thought of a way for the town to get the first responders it needs, but in a more affordable way."  Musty says grabbing some folders and starts walking back towards Hudson again.  "I have already thought of a few that are perfect for the job."

"Roy Williams,  he is a firefighter in a nearby town.  I'm friends with his family, I've seen how he works and I'd say he is the best at that station." Musty says handing Hudson a folder with 'Roy Williams' on the tab. 

The Musty hands Hudson the other file he is holding and starts to speak again.  "Amber Smith, she is a doctor in New York.  She helped treat my grandson before he passed.  She's great at her job and kids love her."

"And with you consent, I'd like to get Jin involved with this too."  Musty says walking back to his desk. "Her skills with tech could really help this team." 

"I still need to find a few more people but I have everything planned out." Musty takes a pause "..so what do you think?"

Hudson glances at the folders he was handed and takes a second to process what was just said.  "Are you sure about this? I mean, what if one of these people aren't good enough for the job? Or what if this whole project blows up in your face and you have wasted your money and time?  I'm not saying it's a bad idea I'm just asking if your sure about this?" 

Musty takes a second to answer, looking over the papers on his desk.  "I'm confident that this will work." 

Hudson let's put a sigh.  "...your a crazy old man.  But I support you."

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Next Day

Mayor's Office

Mayor Renolds was the Mayor of BroomsTown.  He was currently in his office checking over records.  The office was basic and cold, no personality could be seen in this office.  As he was was going through the records he heard a knock on his offices door.

"Come in"

Mr. Musty had walked into the office and was now walking to the desk the mayor was sitting at. Causing Mayor Renolds to look up.

"Musty. Back so soon. Should've known you'd be back to complain about something." Mayor Renolds says coldly, putting his work away. "What can I do for you this time?"

"I heard you cut back on the town first responders, is that true?"

"Yes. Mr. Musty it is true. The town's funds are getting low and we couldn't afford it."

"Are you sure that was wise? The town needs their first responders."

"What do you expect me to do? Unless you have a better idea, this visit was pointless."

"That's why I'm here, I have a proposition for you."

"What are you going on about Musty?"

"I came up with a way for the town to get the first responders and the protection it need, but more affordable for a town of our size."

Mayor Renolds lays out a sigh and adjusts his glasses. "Alright. I'll humor you"

"what was this idea of yours?"

#robocar poli #robocarpoli #fanfic #robocar poli au #human au #sensitive topics #robocar poli fanfic #rcp

[queen-of-the-avengers]

I Already Have

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: aftereffect of trauma with hydra, facing up to zemo, angst

Request by anon: Wat happens if zemo and vixen meet face to face this time she has earplugs that she can tune zemo out if he dares to activate her .

Summary: Your therapist suggests writing letters to help you cope with your trauma, and you'll try anything at this point. The last letter is to Zemo, and you're not even sure where to start. That is until Bucky says he found him. Why write it when you can tell him how you feel?

Squares Filled: science experiment (2022) for @avengersbingo

Cat and Mouse Masterlist

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Per the instructions from your therapist, you’re writing every little apology and feeling you have for hundreds of people. You have one hundred years of things you need to apologize for. For some, it helped get some of the weight off your shoulders because you’ve addressed them to living people. It’s gonna take a lot more than writing letters to the dead to make you feel better, but you’re trying.

You finish with the letter you’re writing and seal it in an envelope for no one to open and read. There is one more letter you need to write, the most important one of all: Zemo. You grab a new piece of paper and start to write but pause. What are you going to say that will measure up to how you’re feeling? He took so much from you and turned you into someone that you hated. How can you ever find the words to say?

If you can get this letter done, then you would have written down everything you needed to say. However, you can’t seem to put the pen to the paper.

Bucky and Steve walk in and see you at your desk staring at the paper. There are about fifty envelopes on the desk behind you just haphazardly thrown about.

“She’s been writing non-stop this entire week,” Steve whispers to Bucky. “We’ve burned about two hundred letters already.”

“She needs to get it all out no matter how many letters that take.”

“I can hear you. I have ears,” you sigh and put your pen down.

“How many more letters do you have left?”

“One more. It’s for Zemo but I don’t know what I want to say. I feel like putting words on paper isn’t enough to express how I feel about him. I want nothing more than to punch him in his face.” Both men are silent so you turn to them with an eyebrow raised. “What?”

“You might get that chance,” Bucky says.

“What do you mean?”

“We found Zemo. His hiding spot is in Siberia in the old base where we were kept.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

You grab your coat and are about to leave the room when Steve stops you. He grabs your upper arm gently and keeps you from leaving the room.

“Are you sure you want to go?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“We want him but we don’t want him dead.”

“I’m not gonna kill him,” you roll your eyes.

“If he says your trigger words you might.”

“I didn’t spend two and a half years at Wakanda for fucking nothing.” You yank your arm out of Steve’s grasp. “The words are free from my mind. It worked. Shuri tested it and double-tested it. You guys have nothing to worry about. I’m fine. Let’s go get this son of a bitch.”

You, Steve, and Bucky are going to be the only ones on this mission. There is no need for anyone else to come, but Tony and Wanda are on stand-by if you need them. There is a place not far from the Siberian base where Wanda and Tony can hang out just in case, but you don’t feel like you will need them. You three step inside the base and memories flood your mind like a tidal wave.

This place is Hell. This place is torture. This place is your enemy.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks when he sees the look on your face.

“I’m good.”

After a few moments, you walk further into the base. You know this place like the back of your hand. There isn’t a crack or crevice that you don’t know. After being here for years, you got good at finding new hiding places even though they always found you. Steve has his shield to protect himself, Bucky has his specialized gun that he goes nowhere without, and you have a gun gifted by the King of Wakanda. He must have given it to you out of pity or so you think so.

Bucky and Steve take the lead all the way to the main room of the base where most of the training was done. The capsules Zemo and the other Hydra soldiers kept you in still stand tall with the yellow liquid still inside it.

“Добро пожаловать, мой маленький голубь,” a voice crackles over the intercom.

Welcome, my little dove.

You turn around and see Zemo inside a metal container with a glass window where scientist often resided when they did their science experiments. Steve throws his shield at the contaicner as hard as he can but it doesn’t do any damage. The shield comes right back into Steve’s hand as if he controls it telepathically. Zemo laughs at Steve’s attempt to hurt him, and you walk closer to the container. He smirks at the look on your face since he believes you can’t reach him in here.

“Come out and face me like a man, you coward.”

“Why would I when I’m safe in here?” You look for a way to get inside. There has to be something that can work. “Good luck trying to get in. The Soviets made it to withstand the blasts of a hundred rockets.”

An idea pops into your head and you smirk. You raise your Wakandan weapon and take three big steps back.

“Can it withstand against Wakandan technology?”

The last thing you see before the explosion is Zemo’s wide eyes filled with fear. You, Bucky, and Steve duck down behind something to protect yourselves from the sharp debris. Dust covers almost every inch of the place but you’re not letting Zemo use this chance to escape. You walk through the dust to where Zemo is, and he is doubled over, coughing, and trying to catch his breath.

Your weapon makes a loud noise when you drop it to the ground causing all three men to look at you once the dust clears.

“Кровопролитие.”

Bloodshed. You stop walking when you hear your first trigger word. Are you gonna succumb to his voice or are you gonna keep walking? No, you’re not going to let him win. Not this time. You take another step closer to him and he takes one step backward.

“Восемнадцать.”

Eighteen. You take another step. Эхо–echo. Another step. Гибкий–flexible. Another step. Безрассудный–reckless. Beofre he can get to the sixth word, you’ve reached him. He starts to say the sixth word when you grab his throat tightly and raise him to your level. 

“I’m not your bitch. Those words don’t work on me anymore. I could kill you right now.”

You tighten your fist around his throat and he starts to claw at your hand. He’s drawing blood but you don’t care about that. All you care about is killing him despite you telling Bucky and Steve you weren't back home.

“Y/N, that’s enough,” Steve says from behind you.

He’s right. If Zemo is going to die, you’re going to make it hurt. You punch Zemo as hard as you can in the stomach and toss him off to the side like trash.

“That’’s for taking me from my home!” you yell at him. You run at him before he can catch his breath and punch him in the face so hard that his nose cracks. “That’s for experimenting on me!” Another punch. “That’s for breaking me down and turning me into a killer! I’m nothing like you say I am.” Another punch. “That’s for Bucky.”

You beat Zemo so much that his face is swelling, blood is spattering on your own skin, and the skin on your hands are breaking. You rear your fist back to deliver a final blow when someone grabs it. You look behind you to see Steve and Bucky standing there.

“That’s enough, Y/N. You said you wouldn't kill him.”

“It’s never going to be enough,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“The best revenge is letting him watch you live your life and prove to him that you’re not Vixen.”

You yank your arm out of Steve’s hand and turn to Zemo who is looking up at you with one swollen eye. You spit in his face angrily and he flinches from the impact.

“I hope you rot in Hell because I’m done thinking about you and fearing you. It’s time you fear me.” You lean down to get closer to him. “I want you to live your life knowing that I’m watching you. I want you to know that I’m right there behind you ready to take you down. You want to know the best part?” You lower your voice to a whisper. “You won’t see me coming.”

You get up and walk away from all three men.

“УБЕЙ МЕНЯ!”

KILL ME!

You don’t stop walking but turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, and you smirk.

“У меня уже есть.”

I already have.

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